My Little Addict

You had no idea what I had in store for you. You suspected nothing out of the ordinary when I carried you over to the bed and carefully lowered you onto the mattress.

You could have walked, and I would have enjoyed seeing you wobble around on your ballet heels, awkwardly, like an antelope on a unicycle. But I carried you nonetheless. A romantic gesture, sure, but also one to emphasize your submission and helplessness.

You winced as your well-spanked bottom came into contact with the bedding, but that was only a subconscious reaction in the mind of an experienced little painslut. There were no fresh welts on your cheeks, I had used my hands only. And I had been rather gentle, compared to what I usually put you through. There was no way the soft sheets were hurting you. Your brain, conditioned by too many beatings, had tricked you into expecting pain where they would be none. Physical torture was not what I was after, tonight.

You expected to be strapped in for the usual final. On your back, both hands secured to the headboard. Me fucking you in missionary, so your could feel my weight bearing down on you, like you preferred. A bit formulaic by now, but by no means boring. I usually played with your clit while I drilled you, and never failed to make you cum. I'm no Kama Sutra master, but I do know how to bide my time and pay close attention to a woman's body.

Your right hand went over your head, the handcuffs clicked. The first indication you got of me being up to something unusual came when I didn't fix your left in the same way. I closed another pair of cuffs around your dainty wrist, and brought down your arm to your side where I clipped the other end to the waistband of your underwear. This left your hand with quite a range of motion, but neither would the arm go up, nor the panties go down, unless you were to tear them off with force. You raised an eyebrow, quizzingly.

"What..."

"It will all become apparent in a second, baby. No questions, please."

"Fine."

You opened your mouth wide, waiting to be gagged, like usual. Such a good girl.

I shook my head. "No, baby. Not today. I want to be able to kiss you on the mouth. You'll just have to keep quiet on your own, okay?"

You nodded.

I took a moment to enjoy the view. Your lithe, fragile body, spread out on the bed, covered by nothing but a frilly little thong. And the heels, of course. Your breasts heaving with every breath. I could count all bruises I had given you over the last few days. Most of them were slowly fading to a faint yellow. At this point, you were probably expecting me to add a few new love marks tonight. That wasn't going to happen.

"Wonderful. This will need some preparation. Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back."

I had planned on letting you lie there alone for a few minutes, let the uncertainty and anticipation build. But truth be told, I couldn't wait myself.

I hastily went to the hallway closet and carried my jump kit back to the bedroom. You looked confused at the sight of the big blue trauma bag with the shining Star of Life.

"What on earth are you..."

I quickly put a finger on your lips. "Shh. Baby, if I hear one more word leaving your pretty little mouth, I'm going to smack it, understood?" You nodded again.

"You trust me, right?"

"Mhhh." That wasn't a word, just a sound of approval. That's what I like about you, you're a smart slut, you learn quickly.

"Good. Let me get set up."

I dragged the bag directly next to the bed. From your position, you weren't able to see what I was doing down on the floor, but the sounds of zippers and rustling of sterile wrappers was probably pretty telling. Having all my equipment laid out in front of me, I briefly pondered how you would react to a pair of hemostats on your rock-hard nipples, or to the removal of your panties by means of the strap cutter. I decided against it, as I had much more exciting things in mind. The first object I brought into your field of view was a simple bag of saline. I used a hook to hang it on the headboard, right next to your face. With a few contortions, you were able to read the label. 'Balanced Electrolyte Solution, 1000 ml'. Your eyes suddenly got wide, as you understood what I was up to.

This was your fantasy, not mine. You had brought it up, weeks ago. I had been immediately dismissive, claiming that misusing my medical training like that would be highly unprofessional. I meant it when I said it, but the gears in my head had been grinding ever since. You had accepted that I would not indulge in that type of play. Disappointing for you, but ultimately not disastrous. We had done so many things you had only dreamed of for years, what was one little unfulfilled fantasy? And now I got to surprise you.

I hooked up the line to the bag and took great care to get out all the air. Your breath quickened as I tightened the tourniquet around your arm. I started cleaning my hands, forming a little pool of sanitizer in my palm, dipping my fingertips into it to make sure to get it even under my nails. I did everything by the book and took my sweet time getting ready. A luxury I usually can't enjoy when dealing with an actual patient.

I reached for the spray bottle. As you felt the cold of the evaporating alcohol on the back of your hand, goosebumps spread on your skin. I took the PVC out of it's wrapper.

"Baby, if you want to opt out, now would be the moment."

You didn't speak (good girl!), but the expression on your face said something along the lines of 'are you fucking kidding me?'. Very well, then.

A small moan escaped your lips as the needle pierced your skin and entered the vein. I'm usually fairly competent at the 'find the vein in the junkie' game, so starting this line was ridiculously easy. I slid the full length of the catheter into your blood vessel, carefully removed the needle, attached the line, and fixed the whole thing in place with a dressing and a bit of tape. I released the tourniquet, and opened the roller clamp, just a little. You again turned your head to watch the drip chamber. Drip, drip, drip. Good flow for such a small lumen. Just a few milliliters to keep the line open. No swelling on your hand. Got it right on first try. Nice. Now for the main game.

I pulled out the vial, holding it so that you just couldn't quite make out the label. The needle went into the vial, and all the pale yellow liquid went into the syringe. I made a show of tapping all the air bubbles out. Not really a requirement, since it was only going into the bag, but it was a good show that I wouldn't miss for anything in the world. I could feel your insecurity, your fear, your anticipation, oh so sweet. I pushed the needle into the bag's injection port and slowly drove the piston in. You watched as the yellow liquid formed a small cloud in the bag, just for a second, before it dissolved into the saline. Your eyes were one big question mark at this point. I smiled.

"A hormone regulator. This will put your libido into overdrive. It's a bit experimental, never made it past phase one clinical trials. So I'm not sure about the exact dosage. Let's see what it does to you, shall we?"

With those words, I reached for the clamp and opened it just a bit more. Dripdripdrip, dripdripdrip. Your eyes went wide. You moaned, as you felt more of the room-temperature liquid flowing into the back of your hand and up your arm, towards your heart. I leaned over to kiss you, and for a few seconds, our lips melted into a deep, intimate embrace. My hand wandered down your shaking body, covered in sweat and goosebumps. I softly ran my fingers over your crotch, only to find your panties completely soaked through.

"Oh, looks like it's working. That was quick. All hot and bothered already, my little angel?" You moaned again.

I opened the clamp all the way. Dripdripdripdripdripdrip. Probably a bit much for the high-gauge needle, but we would see. A constant flow of this amazing new drug flooded your system. You whimpered.

Your panties were chained to your wrist, neither of us stood a chance of removing them. So I slid two fingers into your waistband, only to find, in all the wetness, your throbbing little clit, poking out it's head from between the folds. So swollen, so desperate. I brushed against it, lightly. You no longer moaned, you grunted. I had the wand ready for you, but somehow using a vibe seemed like a cheap solution, if I could achieve so much with only my fingertips.

"Hmm... honey there is something I didn't tell you yet." Another light brush, another grunt. Your body twitched.

"You see... they tested this on rats. And it worked wonders. Did nothing to the males, but drove the females mad with desire. Started humping and grinding everything they could find. The males, the cage, each other. An amazing success. When they got to trying it on humans, it worked quite well on women, too. Viagra for girls, on steroids. I'm sure you're experiencing some of that right now, hmm?"

Another light flip. More twitching, a subdued little scream. I could see you biting your lip, trying desperately not to lose it.

"But there's a reason this stuff never made it past phase one trials. Our new wonder drug proved to be highly addictive. It only took a few days, very often just a single dose, before the test subjects were no longer able to live the way they used to. Suddenly, their entire life revolved around masturbation, grinding, screaming orgasms, and getting the next dose. They would do nearly anything to get their next shot. Going Cold Turkey would lead to complete madness, induced by unimaginable sexual frustration. Those scientist had a massive problem on their hands, all of a sudden. Some of those women took months to slowly wean off..."

"Hnaghwaaaaaa...!"

"Quiet! I am talking." I silenced you by twisting your clitoris between my fingers. You drew in the air between your clenched teeth.

I looked up at the IV bag, to see a few hundred milliliters gone already.

"Where was I? Oh, right... I have secured the entire stock the lab had left. Off the record, of course. Officially, everything has been destroyed after the trials were through. I am your only source for this. Enjoy depending only on me, my little fucktoy."

Your body winding with pleasure, I placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I will destroy your life, my little addict, and you will thank me for it. The first hit is free, and you will be begging me for more. On your knees."

My fingers picked up their pace. Your winding body pulled against the restraints. I knew there was no rational thought left in you.

"There is nothing you won't do for just one more shot."

It was beautiful, watching the Placebo effect wreck havoc on your mind. Just a bag of saline and a vial of vitamin B12. No harm done. In fact, knowing how often you would forget to drink enough water, a liter of fluids was probably good for you.

You are an intelligent woman, you knew I would never put your health at risk by using a stolen, untested drug on you. But a large part of you wanted to believe it, wanted to fully indulge and embrace the fantasy.

I finally pushed you over the edge. You came, gushingly, soaking the sheets under your cute little butt. Thrashing, screaming, nearly suffocating on your own saliva, as the climax consumed you.

You just lay there, coughing, wheezing, in post-coital haze, as I opened the nightstand drawer and retrieved the wand. The batteries had a full charge, as always. Your mind was still too clouded, didn't have time to make sense of the buzzing noise, you couldn't even think of protesting before I pressed the vibrating head between your legs, sending you right back into a mad, desperate frenzy. The bag wasn't even half empty. This was going to be a long night.