Brace yourself for the first injection

You tense your body instinctively, every muscle tightening in anticipation. The needle breaks skin with a sharp sting, and then the crimson serum floods into the tissue of your right buttock.

The burning starts immediately. It's different from the other injections—deeper, more concentrated, radiating outward from the injection site like liquid fire spreading through muscle and fat. You gasp, your feminine voice catching.

"That's it," Miss Velvet breathes, withdrawing the gun and immediately moving to mark the second site with her fingertip. "Five more on this side, then five on the left."

She administers the second injection three inches lower, and the burn intensifies as the two sites begin to connect, creating a spreading zone of heat across your buttock. By the third injection, you're gritting your teeth, watching Miss Velvet's face as she works.

That's when you notice her breathing has changed. Heavier. Faster. Her pink eyes are dilated almost completely black now, focused on where the needle enters your flesh.

"Fuck," she whispers after the fourth injection. Her free hand moves to the front of her leather suit, fingers trembling slightly as they find the zipper. "Watching you take this... watching you not fight it..."

The fifth injection makes you cry out—a high, feminine sound that seems to affect Miss Velvet physically. She sets the gun down with shaking hands and pulls the zipper of her suit down in one swift motion, the leather parting to reveal pale skin, black lace lingerie barely containing her breasts.

"I need..." she starts, then stops, peeling the suit down her shoulders, her arms, letting it fall to her waist. Her hand slides into her lace panties without hesitation, fingers moving immediately. "Candy, the sounds you make..."

She picks up the gun again with her left hand while her right hand works between her legs, her movements visible through the thin lace. The sixth injection goes into your left buttock now, and your back arches against the restraints as the burning spreads to a new area.

"That's seven," Miss Velvet moans, her fingers moving faster. "Three more and then we wait for you to grow that perfect ass. Three more while I watch you burn and hear you gasp with that pretty voice."

She administers the eighth injection, and her own breathing becomes ragged. "Tell me you want this," she demands, her hand working frantically now. "Tell me you want me to finish."

The ninth injection follows before you can fully respond, and Miss Velvet's whole body shudders, her pink eyes locked on your face.

"Last one," she gasps, positioning the gun for the tenth and final site. "Last one and then I'm going to come watching your ass start to swell."