A pinch and a sting.

Elana was totally, helplessly exposed. The door opened and closed as some patron entered or left; she wasn't sure. It didn't matter. People were going to see her naked body. It surprised her how secure she felt in the knowledge that she wasn't free to choose anything but what Mr. Ferro commanded. Kneeling naked on a dirty floor, presenting her most private areas to the world. She didn't need to feel ashamed because she had ****. She was doing exactly what she was allowed to do; what she was told to do. Nothing more, nothing less.

Mr. Ferro's hand touched her hip. Despite the mental refuge she'd found under his control, the sensation nearly made her jump. She was safe from the judgement of society, sure, but she was totally and completely **** to him. He could do anything to her. Virtually anything, and Elana would just have to take it. Was he going to fuck her right there on the floor? The thought burned her cheeks. She was positive that by now her sex was practically dripping.

A small sharp pain registered in her right ass cheek and Elana winced. It grew sharper, more painful. She was about to cry out and then it was over, the pain receding quickly. She didn't dare raise her head to see what had happened and she didn't need to. It was a shot. Mr. Ferro had just injected her with something!

Her mind raced with a thousand questions. "S-sir? May I speak, please?" she said, face still pressed to the floor.

"No," came the calm response. "Don't ask me again. Until I tell you, you are to remain silent except for 'yes sir' responses." His tone was just firm enough to leave no room for discussion.

"...yes, sir." she said, breathing heavily. She'd thought she'd been turned on before but now her entire body felt aflame. Lust burned in her mind and stomach, and the moisture between her legs really did start dripping onto the floor. Her arousal was far more intense than anything she'd ever experienced; anything she'd ever imagined.

"Stand up. hands on the wall." Her handler's voice was already familiar. It cut through her mental haze.

Elana climbed to her feet. Her body felt weird. As soon as she made it to her feet, the room spun and she needed to lean on the wall for support anyway. Hands on the wall, she spread her legs and arched her back to display her pussy. Something wet trickled lazily down her inner thighs. She was panting like a dog, imagining herself a proper bitch in heat. Her loins burned with a need for attention but she didn't dare move to satisfy herself because the whole room wouldn't stop spinning around her. She felt dizzy.

"Not bad, Honeycunt. You didn't even throw up. Tougher than you look. Don't worry, it's just the first dose that turns your head upside down. The next one will be real nice to you."

The woman wanted to respond but something brushed against her dripping pussy and the resulting jolt of sensation turned her words into a loud, whorish moan. She didn't even register the embarrassment. Honeycunt didn't have any room for it in her head. **** as she was, it was difficult just to remember her own name.