“Is she capped yet?” Tracy asks.

“Not yet. I was going to let you do the honours,” David says, passing Tracy the syringe.

“No. Please. I don’t want to be stuck like this...” Luke begged but she was getting aroused by her powerlessness. It was exciting. She had no control. She was at her partners mercy. And her new mental conditioning linked fear with arousal.

“Sorry Luke. You did this to yourself...” Tracy said as he approached and pushed the weak girl over, goosing the skin of her rounded ass. Luke shivered. Then she gasped as she felt the tiny prick. She could feel the nanite s entering her flesh. Sealing her fate.