“I am a programmed sex slave?”“Yes, honey,” Mary answered.“But, I love Davy. Don’t I? Or, am I programmed that way?”“You love me. And,... I love you.”She nodded but it was clear her mind was reeling from all this new knowledge. The rest of us waited as Andy tried to digest the information the change in her programming opened to her. Finally, she shook her head as if trying to clear it.“Why was I programmed?”“Maybe I better start at the beginning,” Mary said, patting Andy’s leg motherly. “You were. The thick paste filled his taste buds and Scott worked first to clean it and then to worship it. Barely able to get his mouth around it, barely able to get even a third of its enormous length into his mouth, Scott licked and kissed it passionately. If a man could form a relationship with a cock, this was the ideal mate for Scott. In his heart, he fell in love with that meat, feeling his chest expand and tighten like a schoolboy with his first crush. He tried to make love to it with his mouth,. "Mother said you where dead, that the shaman had seen to your death. She said we would never see you again."I hugged her back. "Shanor, I was rescued by a great warrior. She is now our village shaman and she banished the old shaman."Shanor looked at me blankly. "She?"I nodded and pointed over to where Laura was checking over the men on the floor. "She is sooo big? What is she? Is she a strange one?"I smiled at Shanor. "No she is my new mother. She is one of us now."Shanor got a strange look in. Feels certain that it could only be an aphrodisiac like those rumoured. Grins at the thought that he kneels in a building no doubt filled with women upon whom he can test it. ‘Master Turner?!’ A gasp of surprise from the door behind him. He gives a start. Clutches the bag so tightly that it almost tears. Shoves it into one pocket then stands up unsteadily. Wonders if the woman will be as young as she sounds. If she will be as weak as she is young. If his shaken spirit will carry him to her.