"Just why should I answer your questions?"

"Well, for one thing, it will save time. I can get the information from the office if I have to, but it will be much simpler if you provide the information. For another, if you do, I'll do this..."
The attack on your person forces a pleased gasp from you. Obviously Marilyn has used her hand on girls before. "Every answer gets its reward. Now shall we take care of the paperwork?"

There seems to be no advantage to refusing, and a very pleasant reason to doing as told. "Excellent, now your name..."
As she promised each answer is rewarded by a skilled caress of your mound. You feel yourself starting to build and your cunt is feeling wet. So you are disappointed when she announces "That will do."
A second later, you are thrilled when she continues "Now time for a little fun."

She gives your bush a kiss and then her honeypot is above your mouth. You lick it and discover it to be quite wet too. How did that happen? She used one hand on you and the other was recording your answers. She doesn't seem to have a third hand... so how...? Ah well, you have a more important matter to take care of. If she is going to get you off, you have to do the same for her.

Your tongue gets to work even as her's is working away at you. And she is working quite hard. Quickly you are shuttering with joy. Marilyn does not stop, and continues to stab you with her mouth. So you resume your efforts with her. She too is soon gasping. But neither of you are willing to stop yet and you both come again before she gets off you. "Break's over. Time to get back to work."

She pushes you and the cart over to a scale as she mutters over what experiment to use you on. As she records your weight [you don't weight that much! Oh maybe you have vored a few people today, but that shouldn't have increased your weight that much. Her scale must be wrong. It couldn't possibly be your home scale, which you have carefully not tested for accuracy in years.], you notice in a corner a statue of a woman, a very precise statue ...

"One of my less successful experiments. She was supposed to have softened back up long ago. I still have no idea what I did wrong. Maybe ..."

Wonderful. Your fate may be to be gathering dust in some closet. And she sail less successful, not failed. Maybe it means the same, but maybe it means you may be lucky to end up in that closet.

"Hmm ... Ah yes, there is what I can use you for. Now come this way ..." A command you can hardly disobey since you are still tied up and on the cart and she is pulling it toward some strange machinery