She struggles against the serum.

Murmuring, eyes half-closed, Roselle sways and hardly resists as Jin slides her feet into the heels and locks them to her ankle cuffs. As Jin affixes collar and chain, Roselle presses her body and begins rubbing a leg against Calob.

"What did you... Ungh... Do?" She breathes, sensually in his ear, pressing her wet crotch, hard nipples and soft warm flesh against him.

Calob takes firm hold of her leash, steps back and pulls her away, easily controlling her. He can see the effects of the serum. No doubt her need is making it hard to think, her inhibitions utterly vanquished by the thoughts and desires created by the serum. All Acteon women had a submissive streak and dominant streak, but the serum would heighten the former and dampen the latter.

“Do you need release little ****?" He asked, knowing his question played to her new submissiveness. The chain. The lack of control. The lack of clothes. Her subjugated state. Thinking of herself as a ****. All compounded the effects of the serum. "You're not a noble woman. You're a lowly slavegirl. A thrall to your desires. Do you like being a ****? My ****?" He cajoled. He knew she might try to resist but her fate was certain. Would she embrace it? Her need would make her say anything, do anything to satisfy it.

"See how effective the serum is Jin?" Calob asked as he took the third and last dose and held it in front of her. Would she tak it, lick it from his hand like a lap ****? He was curious. She would have a third dose no matter what. "Lick it from my hand and I might give you what you want..." He held her leash firmly, the chain quivering.

Roselle shut her eyes and took deep breaths, chest heaving.

Inside, she was already crying. It was two days ago she was captured, a day ago she was tied up, and now she was here, her body rebelling against her.

Her body felt warm. Euphoric. She shifted from foot to foot, uncomfortably in the heels, aware of how they **** her feet and legs up on tiptoes, making her thrust her breasts out in front and her buttocks **** backwards. Her nipples were hard and sore, swollen, and felt uncomfortably huge and heavy, shifting with each breath, each step.

She was ashamed. She should not be aroused, but she was, somehow. The light chill in the room on her naked flesh, the length of hair tickling her skin, the fidgeting that **** her to keep moving...everything seemed to turn her on, including, most embarrassingly, Jin's eyes.

His gaze burned into her nipples and the wet patch between her legs. She was being turned on by his attention. Oh god. She dared not look Sir Wilifred in the eyes, knowing what would happen. Closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, she bent at the waist and lapped up the third dose from his hands.

Calob held her trappings taught as he admired her flushed chest rise and fall with her laboured breaths and barely suppressed lust, a light film of sweat making the skin glisten, her little pink nipples erect and proudly out poking, begging to be touched, the perfectly formed globes hypersensitised by the serum.

He watched her bend at the waist, her pert buttocks raising further to obediently lick the serum. As she nuzzled at his hand he palmed the dose, denying her the dose for now, and pulled her up again to attention. He grunted with satisfaction at her obedience. She was a desirable woman and her subjugation pleased his new Acteon sensibilities. She would make a good **** he felt.

"Jin, would you like to see how perfect a **** she is?" He offered.

Calob reached out to her chest, fingers brushing the tender soft flesh of the outer left in an elipse that skirted closely around her nipple, tracing the underside of her mammary, veering up between her cleavage tickling both with lazy fingers, up her defined sternum to her thin regal neck, stroking teasingly on his path to her chin. He slipped the final does between her patted lips, his teasing having clouded her mind with obfuscating pleasure and titilation. As she swallowed he passed Jin her leash.

"We have a deal...?" He asked Jin. Jin nodded as he led Rose to a **** bolt in the floor and made her descend to all fours, hitching her to the bolt, face close to the floor, ass high. He absently stroked her upturned rump as he left her there to stew in her own juices. Her need was of no concern to him - there was business to attend to.

"Of course." Jin agreed a little reluctantly, producing a bag and putting it on the table. Calob looked inside, grunted and closed it tight.

"Enjoy the girl..." Calob suggested eying her sopping sex and upturned rump. He considered taking the girl. She was addicted to **** bane now. No longer a noble woman but a sex ****.