Very Morlock-esque, in appearance and cravings?
In solitary confinement. The newest patient. Professor Velma “Biddy” Stein is something of a sideshow attraction a “freak.”
Eighty-something, skinny, and feral, with a rabid insanity. Grey krazed liberally-streaked with white. Filthy rotten snaggle teeth. Long facile tongue, that’s well-educated. Foul breath. Long ragged fingernails and toenails. Patches of her lily-white skin are so dirty they’re black. She is filthy, smelly, and infested. Waist-length H-cups—floppy doggie tits. Stringbean nipple for the right tit. The left tit is a moog, so it’s nippleless and it really isn’t a tit at all. Leftside knobb.
The old biddy used to be human, a very longtime ago. But. Extensive self-experimentation has rendered Professor Stein quasi-human.
Perls. Strapping Piranhas and Parts. Muzzled, but not gagged. Plaintive makeup is heavily-applied to face, neck, and cleavage.
She’s strapped to a Box—legs spread, arms at her sides.
Upon Debra’s entrance, Velma becomes even more agitated, has an erection, and ejaculates. She craves fucking the girl. The girl craves to fuck The Freak.
Debra intends that cannibal serial-killer Velma is to be a patient trustee. But. First she must audition the freak’s wares in earnest, in her own self-interest.
The door to the padded cell locks itself.
Debra removes her shoes and her gloves, slowly, which drives Velma into an even worse frenzy.
Next, Debra slowly unbuttons her jacket. Her features go offline. She gropes her tits and her crotch.
Velma strains to break free of her restraints. Debra walks slowly over to the Box, milking it for everything it’s worth.
“Mine! Mine! Mine!” Velma shrieks over and over again.
The eyes of the freak briefly fluoresce. Debra’s eyes do not glow in response. Clearly, Velma cannot mesmerize Debra.
Debra removes Velma’s muzzle, and pulls back her silky tresses exposing her neck.
Velma bites down hard on Debra’s neck and feeds. Briefly, the freak’s eyes glow again. This time, Debra’s eyes glow in response.
Debra’s brain short-circuits. She loses her mind, utterly and completely. An insanity that duplicates Velma’s.
When Debra regains her senses. Now it’s she who is muzzled and strapped to the Box. Now it’s Velma who is her captor and tormentor. Now it’s she who is degraded and subjugated. Now it’s Velma who taunts and disciplines her.
Her clothes have been ripped and torn asunder, reduced to the ragged attire of a feral baglady.
Velma has yanked down her panties and is eating her snatch and plumbing her asshole.
Debra’s tits have been yanked out of Debra’s bra by Velma and their nipples have been sucked on so hard and so much by Velma that they’re sore.
Debra is still relatively clean, but intimate contact with Velma is rapidly making that a thing of the past.
The girl craves the depravity. She’s been like this so many times before. And. Never tires of going back for more.
As for Velma. Her appearance too has changed.
No more stringbean nipple for Velma’s right tit. Just a large succulent one. Since her left tit is a tit again and no longer a moog, both of her H-cups have the top-off of a big giant succulent nipple.
Velma’s teeth are still filthy, but they’re no longer rotten snaggle teeth. Except for their total lack of oral hygiene, her teeth are now perfect.
The old biddy is now wearing a hospital gown fashioned crudely from a burlap sack, same as many of the other patients who “choose” to wearing clothing.
Having passed the audition with flying colors. Velma still sports a krazed that geriatric frightwig and she still acts feral. She still has an insanity-ravaged face that befits her insanity. The insanity of the depraved monster she is.