Chapter 8
by 
Abdulalahazred
“You...”
“... are mistaken.”
She was bold - too bold. He looked down at her at his feet, considering how he should punish her. Her insult makes his lips twitch. He was going to enslave her. "Less than nothing?" He repeats as he reaches into his pocket and takes the second dose. He grips her chin firmly and presses the second dose into her mouth, holding her firmly until she must swallow. "That's two... The third dose will be your undoing girl. Do you feel it yet? It should be kicking in." He notes mildly.
She should be growing aroused. More timid. It should be eroding her willful attitude. Causing her thoughts to grow lustful. He strokes her chin gently, knowing that the **** will be heightening her senses, engendering a sexual euphoria from the merest of touches.
"I am your master girl... You would do well to remember that." Calob instructed her.
Jin spluttered in rage. "Keep her naked, Sir! Cuffs and collars and chains, but not a stitch! Insolent whore! I know a man who can brand her, just say the word!"
Roselle kept her eyes locked on Calob as she swallowed the second dose. Intent and loathing suddenly turned into confusion and anxiety in her eyes, before she shut them with a flutter. Already her pale skin was turning red, body becoming heavier in his grip.
She began to murmur as she leaned into his stroking, pressing her bare flesh against him. A thin sheen on moisture covered her. "Mmm. You... What...hmmm. Please."
Her swollen lips, red and engorged, found the tip of his thumb and began to suck at it...
Calob nods. "Yes Jin. She will be properly disciplined so she learns her place. I agree she should be denied clothes and kept in chains. But branding? I would prefer a **** tattoo... perhaps on her rump. Once the serum takes hold fully she'll positively burn with pleasure from the needle - pain becoming sexually arousing. See how her nipples swell fat and hard. Her sex grows moist and engorged. Her breathing becoming pants of lust. Her body is ripe for the taking. But she has not earned any sexual attention... Her escalating need will go unfulfilled." He notes her confusion and watches her suck his finger with a sense of satisfaction. She is succumbing, becoming servile, a creature of base needs and desires. He grabs the ribbons at her wrists and pulls her up, guiding her arms behind her back and tieing her silken fetters firmly behind her, lifting her easily to her tip toes, her breasts out thrust as she balances precariously.
He can feel the heat of her skin. He touches her gently, caressing her sweat glistening flank. "Get a leash and collar. I think she needs a walk where everyone can see her need... Put on the heels girl." He instructs as he tosses the heels recently purchased at her feet.