"Let me go! You pervert! What are you going to do to me!!
I look down at your form, bound securely to my examination table. "It was so nice of you to donate yourself to my experiments." I say with a grin.
Grace strains at her restraints, yelling insults and threats toward the Dragonmaster. "Let me go you bastard!" She spits, her blue eyes narrowed to slits. "You're just a pervert! I won't let you change my body!"
I grab some scisors from my tray of tools and walk back over next to her. and grin down at her. "Don't worry. I don't intend to change that lovely body of yours." I say as I pull up the scisors and begin to to cut her shirt off of her.
Grace tenses up, trying not to react as he cuts off her shirt. She glares at him defiantly, her breasts jutting out under his gaze. "This has nothing to do with my body!" she spits. "Let me go and I'll see what the cops have to say about this!"
"You think you can get away?" He asks as he continues to cut away at her clothes, revealing her jeans next. "Oh... these won't be much of a challenge..."
As what remains of her shirt falls to the floor I cut her bra away, and gaze at her exposed breasts for a moment. "It is your mind that I will be changing." I tell her as I reach up and 'inspect' her breasts.
Grace yelps in protest, trying to push the Dragonmaster away from her breast as he "inspects" them. Her nipples harden under his touch and she tries not to moan. She hates how good it feels. This only seems to fuel her anger though. "You're disgusting! How dare you treat me like this?!"
Her breath comes in short gasps as he continues to touch her, her entire body tense with the effort of not giving in to his touch... or moaning too loudly.
Next I start to cut her pants off of her. feeling her legs as I do. "Yes a great specimen you shall make." I comment.
Grace tries to kick out at him as he cuts off her jeans, but they're already too tight and she can barely move. She bites down on her lip, trying not to cry out in frustration, but the pain only makes it worse. "Don't... touch me there," she hisses, her voice trembling with fear and rage.
Her panties are the last piece of clothing standing between her and complete vulnerability. He slides his hand up her thigh, massaging her skin as he nears her aching center. "You feel so warm..."
As my hands reach her hips I grab her panties, and lift them. Looking under them at what they cover and smile. "Yes a perfect specimen" *I confirm as I cut her panties off also."
Grace gasps, her face flushing redder than her hair as she feels exposed before him. Her body betrays her though, trembling with desire as his fingers brush over her slick folds. "No! This isn't what I want!" She moans loudly, trying to deny the pleasure that's coursing through her.
His touch feels so good, but it's also so wrong... and she hates how much she wants him to keep going. Her head thrashes from side to side on the table as he explores her body, teasing and pleasuring without mercy or consent. "Let me go!" She cries out desperately, her voice muffled by pain and shame.
As I continue to feel her body, one of my hands traces her pussy, and my index and middle fingers slide in, feeling around inside her. "So tell me, is this as good as you had secretly hoped?" I ask her as I smile down examining her exposed body.
Grace moans, arching her back off the table as he fingers her roughly. She hates how good it feels and how much she wants more, despite knowing that it's wrong. "No! Stop! Let me go!" Her words are desperate and breathless, hardly intelligible over the sounds of their bodies colliding. Her nails scrape against the table, leaving scratches in the wood as her body thrashes uncontrollably beneath his touch. She wants to fight him, but all she can do is beg for release. Her mind screams at her to resist, but her body betrays her with every moan and tremor that escapes her lips.
I pull my hands back, and walk over to the refrigerator, turning my back on her for a moment as I pull out the injection. "Well I suppose it is time to test my little concoction." I say as I turn back, letting her see the syringe with its slightly glowing pink liquid inside. as I walk back to the table she is still restrained to.
Grace gasps, her body tense as he turns away from her momentarily. Her eyes dart around the room wildly, looking for anything she could use to escape his grip. As he comes back into view with the syringe in hand, she tries one last time to reason with him. "Please... don't do this..."
Her words come out more like a whimper than she intended as her body responds to the sight of the needle, pulsing and throbbing beneath his touch. She hates how helpless she feels, but there's nothing she can do to stop him now... is there?
"And why shouldn't I test this?" I ask her. "It has been eight years in designing it, and my backers are looking forward to hearing how the test goes." I say as I look down on her body.
"I don't care what you do to it, just not me!" Grace snarls through gritted teeth. Her eyes narrow defiantly even as her body betrays her with its increasing arousal. She knows she shouldn't want this, shouldn't enjoy the feeling of his touch, but she can't help herself.
"You're disgusting," she spits out, trying to keep some semblance of self-respect as he readies the needle. Her heart pounds in her chest and her breath comes in short, ragged gasps. She shuts her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the injection... and whatever changes it might bring about.
I use my free hand to push her hair from her face back over to the side of her head. "With this injection." I explain. "Your mind will be altered, turning you into an obedient little slut. Doing as she is told. Chemiclly addicted to whose ever cum is used in the injection. In this case to me." I say as I reach down and flick her nipple one more time.
Her eyes snap open, wide with horror and disbelief as he explains the true nature of his "experiment." Grace's whole body shudders in revulsion, her mind struggling to comprehend the depths of his depravity. She wants to scream, to fight back, but all she can do is writhe helplessly under his touch.
He flicks her nipple and she cries out, her voice muffled by pain and shame. Her skin burns with humiliation as the realization sinks in: there's no escape from this twisted nightmare. She hates him more than anything, wishes she could turn him into the very creature he intends to make her.
"And just think of it." I say with a huge grin. "This will make us both famous, and will make me rich. You will be the first woman to ever be fully turned into a cum slut by science. And my investors, the ones looking to make sex slaves, will be so happy to hear that it works." I say patting her cheek. "Doesn't it feel great to be part of a great scientific discovery?"
Grace spits at him, her lips curling back in disgust. "I'd rather die!" she hisses through clenched teeth. Her body shakes with rage and humiliation as he pats her cheek like she's some kind of prize-winning pet. All she can think about is how dirty he's made her feel, how helpless she is under his touch... and yet part of her can't help but wonder what will happen next. She hates him for turning her into this monster, but a part of her still wants to see where this twisted game leads.
"Well if it doesn't work then death is the likely outcome." I say thinking about it. "But I'm confident in my formula." I say as I plunge the syringe into her neck and complete the injection.
Grace shudders violently as the needle pierces her skin, tears streaming down her face. She screams in anger and humiliation, struggling against her bonds with every ounce of strength she has left. But it's no use; he's drugged her, made her helpless... made her his.
As the drug takes effect, a strange sense of peace washes over her. Her limbs grow heavy and sluggish, her breathing becoming slow and shallow. She feels a burning sensation spread through her veins, traveling up to her brain in waves of pleasure and pain. And then... something changes.
Her thoughts seem to slip from her grasp, replaced by an overwhelming desire to please him. Her body tingles with need as she imagines what he'll do next... the things he'll make her do. She whimpers softly, embarrassment giving way to a perverse excitement that she can hardly believe is hers.
"M-Master..." she breathes out softly, trying the new name on her tongue like a foreign word. "Please... I want more." Her eyes search his face for some sign of approval, of affection... anything that might make this nightmare just a little bit bearable.
"The eyes have glossed over." I note looking down at her face. "So the last step in completing the process should just be to let her swallow some more fresh cum, to mix with what was in the injection and solidify the changes." *I say as I unzip and drop my pants.walking up to her head, and holding my dick mere inches from her mouth."
Grace looks down at him in shock, then back up at his face. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips nervously as she stares up into his eyes. Part of her still hates this... wants to fight back and reclaim her body... but another part can't resist the pull of his gaze. The thought of tasting him, becoming addicted to his cum just as he promised fills her with a mix of revulsion and perverse desire.
With a whimper, she opens her mouth, eyes squeezed shut as she anticipates the taste of him on her tongue. Her lips part expectantly, awaiting his cock as if it were some sort of sacrament... some twisted rite of passage into her new existence. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, the word tasting foreign on her tongue. "Please make me yours."
*I push my dick into her waiting mouth, and my hand starts moving her head back and forth, encouraging her to start."
Grace moans around his cock, sucking eagerly as he guides her head back and forth. Her fingers dig into the table, leaving small marks in the wood as she tries to steady herself for this new sensation. She's so empty, so desperate for release... for him. The taste of him on her tongue is intoxicating, sending shivers down her spine as he fills her mouth with his thick length.
Her throat convulses around him, muscles contracting as she swallows greedily, trying to get as much of him inside her as possible. His hand grips the back of her head, holding her in place as she sucks and licks at his cock with a fierceness that belies her previous hatred for him. For now, all that matters is making him cum... being used by him in this perverse and twisted way.
As I feel her tongue starting to work, and her moving her head back and forth on her own I release her head, and instead reach down and play with her nipples during this final step. "That is a good girl. Lets finish this, and move you into this new exciting world."
Moaning around his cock, Grace focuses on pleasing him as she sucks and licks at his length. Her fingers clench into fists against the table, feeling his touch on her nipples adding to the sensory overload. She shudders with each swallow of him, her body thrumming with desire as he fills her up.
Her tongue darts out, tasting every inch of him, mapping out his shape against the roof of her mouth. Her mind is awhirl with conflicting emotions: hatred and disgust warring with need and want, leaving her confused and aroused in equal measure. But one thing is clear: she belongs to him now...and she will do anything he asks.
As I cum in the back of her mouth. I slap her still exposed pussy. Knowing that in mere seconds all traces of defiance would be forever forced out of her mind. Her memories, and intellect would still be intact, but controlled by the now much more dominant need to keep me happy, no matter the cost to her or her body.
Grace whimpers as he comes inside her mouth, his warmth spreading through her like wildfire. Her tongue laps at the head of his cock, drawing out every last drop, her body aching for more. When he slaps her exposed pussy, a jolt of pleasure ripples through her and she lets out a moan of surrender, arching into his touch.
Her eyes flutter closed, the world spinning as he changes her mind... owns it. He's done this to her... turned her into his slut... his cum slave. She tries to summon the strength to fight back, to deny him control, but all she can feel is desire and need coursing through her veins. With a broken whimper, she submits fully to him... to this twisted game he's made her part of.