Rocky,
I've got a special favor to ask that I don't think you'll mind doing. I really appreciate everything you've done for me over the years, and now I'm finally in a position to do something to pay you back.
The woman who delivered this note to you is Dr. Candice Miller, one of those stuck-up, frigid, so-called expert psychologists from the prosecutor's office. She's made life miserable for me over the years, but now it's time to even the score. If things go as planned, she won't be a problem any longer; in fact, she'll become one of my greatest assets.
After a lifetime of work, Dr. Miller has developed what she claims is a male sex-repressing agent. Her hope is that instead of using mace, a woman could just protect herself by wearing this chemically laced lipstick. In the event a woman was orally assaulted, or even just kissed, the attacker would immediately lose his ability to get hard or ejaculate. In light of your history of violent oral rape, she thinks you're the perfect guy to test it on. Tomorrow morning at 10:00 am, she plans on announcing successfully testing the agent on you and then beginning full production of the lipstick as soon as possible.
This is a real threat, Rocky, with grave political overtones. Women have enough power over men as it is. Imagine if they could control our healthy sexual urges at their whim. At first, they'll say it's only to protect themselves from the rapists, but you watch; pretty soon, every woman in America will have a tube of this stuff sitting on their nightstand, or in their purse.
This may bring us one step closer to a "feminist paradise," but it's one giant step further away from the proper role that nature bred women to fulfill millions of years ago -- keeping the cave clean and keeping the biggest cocks of the tribe well drained. No, this has got to be stopped, and stopped cold.
Here's the deal. As soon as you're done reading this, she's going to test this agent on you by having you get hard and then applying her lipstick chemical to your cockhead and see if it prevents you from staying hard. Believe me, she's going to enjoy seeing you become limp and helpless in front of her.
It might work, too, but luckily we came up with a plan to stop her. I was able to switch her lipstick for something the doc here at the prison put together for me. Not only will it keep you rock-hard for hours, but it also uses some kind of concentrated zinc and ginseng extract to increase your production of semen by about 300%. You'll cum buckets! The more she puts on, thinking that it's not working, the bigger load you'll eventually produce. Doc says you should feel its effects almost immediately, once it's applied.
But here's the best part. Once her lipstick comes in contact with just one drop of your cum, it starts to produce in her body a chemical chain reaction 20 times more potent than heroin. This will make your cum highly addictive to her and impossible for her to live without, once she's forced to swallow just one of your massive, chemically-enhanced loads. Think of it β our little Miss Tightass PhD actually addicted to your semen like some common $20 street whore. All because of a chemical that she herself smears on your cock.
So, how do we get this man-hating bitch to swallow your cum? I've got a plan for that too, but it must be followed to the letter.
When she begins the experiment, tell her you're having trouble getting it up. I know, it's ridiculous, but she'll believe it, thinking she's intimidated you. No doubt you've noticed that earlier today I arranged to have a computer placed in your cell. On it is loaded those MP3s you made of some of your more enthusiastic cock-gagging victims, the ones who never seemed to mind too much being forced to repeatedly swallow your shaft up to your balls. Insist on watching a few of them with her, all in the interest of getting hard for the test. Who knows, seeing all those sluts enjoying themselves may put her on the defensive and make her begin to wonder about what she's been missing. It's worth a try. Think of it as planting a seed.