Injected: Haylee

Author's note:

This is one of my shorter stories. It gets to the point quickly and features themes of dubious consent. All characters are over the age of eighteen.

Thanks for reading!

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I provide a service.

Outsiders, if they knew what happens most afternoons at my practice, would be horrified. They'd call me a predator, a rapist, or a monster. Perhaps all three. Hell, I'd have been shocked if five years ago you'd told me what I'd be getting up to. But my clients don't mind, not at the end. Like I said, I provide a service. A service they'll pay the price for.

Take Haylee as an example. She's thirty-one, which is about average for my clients' age. She's pretty; that's also typical. And Haylee was referred by a friend, which they all are. My business runs on word of mouth.

"Haylee, can you tell me why you've come to see me today?"

"Okay." She pushes back her fine blonde hair and smiles hopefully. "It's my sex life. With my husband," she adds, lest I think she's unfaithful.

"And tell me about that."

Haylee hesitates. I've tried to make the examination room as inviting as possible, but it's still an examination room. Patients need to be reminded that I'm the doctor, the keeper of the mysteries, so to speak.

"Well, it's not so great lately. I, uh, don't want to as often."

This is also typical of my patients. For many women, the sex drive begins to taper off in their early thirties, especially after several years of marriage.

"May I assume, Haylee, that your diminished sex drive is affecting your marriage? Have you and your husband seen a therapist?"

"N, no," she says. "My friend Ella recommended your treatment, and I wanted to try this first."

"That was very kind of her," I say, unable to hold back my smile. I've been treating Ella for two years and always look forward to her appointments. "Tell me, Haylee, and please be as descriptive as possible, what your sex life is like lately."

"We don't have much," she says. "Sex, that is. I kind of avoid it, to be honest. Tell him I'm tired or don't feel well. When we do have sex I'm sure he can tell that I'm not into it. I feel awful!"

I offer a patrician smile. "Haylee, what you're experiencing is quite common, and it's nothing to be ashamed of. The stresses of modern life, changes in your hormone levels, and the challenges of maintaining a relationship all affect your sex drive. I hear stories like yours all of the time."

"Can you help me?" she asks with imploring blue eyes.

"Yes, Haylee. I can administer medication that will boost your sex drive. Not just that, it will also improve your enjoyment of sex. The medications work in tandem."

I can see hope growing in her. "It's a pill? How often do I take it?"

"The medication needs to be injected," I explain. "And I'll need to monitor you afterward, in case you have an adverse reaction. Most women need to be treated every three months."

Haylee nods, processing what I've told her, but she's already decided to give the treatment a try. I know from her pre-appointment questionnaire that she married a wealthy man several years older than her. She's a borderline trophy wife, but if the sex dries up she'll be replaced.

"Okay," she says. "Yes, I want to try it. Can I start today?"

"Absolutely!" I fetch a dose from the refrigerated cabinet. Haylee is wearing a pair of snug designer jeans and an equally tight t-shirt. She pulls up a sleeve and I wipe her deltoid with an alcohol swab.

"I'll warn you," I say as I tap the syringe, "the effect is quite pronounced at first. It will taper off and remain effective for months, but the first hour can be intense. That's why I have to ask that you stay in the office for monitoring."

"Sure." Haylee looks away as I jab her with the syringe and then apply a tiny adhesive bandage.

"You may feel a bit warm." While Haylee pulls her shirt sleeve down I complete her chart. She doesn't notice when I lock the outer door.

"You can wait in here," I say, opening a door to the adjoining room. When Haylee steps in she gives me a questioning look.

"A bed?"

I get that reaction every time. Patients are used to sitting in a sterile waiting room and don't expect a cozy room with a full-sized bed, a Persian rug, and a lounge chair.

"You can lie down if you have an unusually strong reaction. For now, you can have a seat in the chair."

My new patient settles into the chair and I step out to get a chilled washcloth. I also take off my lab coat and tie before stepping back inside.

"Here," I say, offering Haylee the chilled cloth.

"Thanks," she says, dabbing her forehead. "I do feel a bit flushed."

"Mmm hmm," I say. It's been five minutes since I gave her the injection, which should be enough time. "You can take your top off," I suggest.

She gives me a quizzical look. "My top?"

"Yes, you'll be cooler."

She keeps staring at me. Her higher brain is telling her that she shouldn't be disrobing in front of a man she barely knows, even if he is a doctor. But a new and urgent chemically-induced voice is telling her brain stem that it's okay, that she'll need to be naked soon anyway.

"I... can you turn up the air conditioning?"

"It's already seventy-two," I explain calmly. "Take your top off."

Haylee looks at me, mouth slightly open. For a moment I wonder if she's unusually resistant to the medication but then she reaches for the hem of her t-shirt. "Okay," she says softly, then tugs it up.

She does have a trophy-wife-grade body. Her breasts aren't huge, but they're full enough and perky enough to challenge the skimpy cream-colored bra she's wearing. Whether through pilates or some other routine she's kept her body tight, too.

"And also your bra."

She gives me that half-startled half-confused look but doesn't say anything.

"Aren't you still warm?"

"Oh. Yes." Haylee looks down at the bra as if surprised to see it still in place. She toys with the clasp, looks back up at me for assurance, then pops it open.

"That's more comfortable, right?" Haylee is seated and I'm standing so I take the bra and t-shirt from her and hang them on hooks I installed for moments like these. "And I can already tell that the treatment is working."

"Yes?" Haylee had covered her breasts with her hands but releases them to bounce back into place. Her nipples are hard.

"Oh, definitely. Were you thinking about sex when you came to see me today?"

"No."

"And what about right now?"

"Mmm, yeah, I think so."

"Okay great, but we need to find out for sure. Would you mind standing?"

Haylee stands, her breasts jiggling. I want to take her into my arms and devour her but the drug has yet to reach its full strength in her body and brain. So instead I take her place in the lounge chair. "Haylee," I say, as professionally as I can manage, "you'll need to take those jeans off, too."

Just like before, the blonde hesitates, her eyes narrowing with concern. But whatever objection she has melts under the onslaught of the drug. It's much more powerful than I had let on, and more targeted. For the next three months her sexual drive will be doubled, but right now and for the next hour Haylee's desire is spiking at a level well over ten times normal. The drug also temporarily fogs her higher brain functions, allowing her animal brain to dominate. And all it wants to do is fuck.

Haylee wriggles out of the jeans slowly, giving her attention equally to the work of shedding the skin-tight garment and my appreciation of the show.

"That's good," I say hoarsely. Haylee is leggy, toned, and gorgeous. "Now, get comfortable on the bed."

Haylee's eyes fall to my crotch where she has to notice my bulging erection, but she does as I asked, sitting on the bed and scooting back to prop herself against the pillows.

"We need to check your libido," I explain. "What's your go-to fantasy?"

It only takes Haylee a moment to think up a scene that has aroused her before. "I'm in a shared house, like where I lived in college," she answers dreamily, slim fingers already seeking her slit. "We're having a party, and a lot of strangers are in the house. A guy is in one of the bedrooms and when I walk by we make eye contact. He wants me."

"Wants to fuck you?"

"Yes. He follows me. I leave the door to my room open and as I'm undressing he is, too. Neither of us says a word. He's really built, and I wonder if he'd leave if I ask, but it doesn't matter. I lay back and he comes in and fucks me."

"Touch yourself," I remind her, but I needn't have bothered. Haylee's fingers have already pushed aside her panties and are busy at her clit. Her eyes slide shut as the fantasy and the drug begin to pull her under. In ecstasy, she's even more desirable, her body a prize that I ache to claim.

After a while I ask, "Is he handsome?"

"In a cruel way," she gasps. "I don't like him but he's fucking me so good. He's so hard."

"Yes, let him fuck you. Let him take what he wants."

The fantasy swallows her, amplified by the drug I've injected her with. Haylee's breath starts coming faster as she touches herself and bucks against the sheets, her breasts bouncing and her lean, toned legs straining. The sight is wickedly erotic and I'm so painfully hard that I have to loosen my belt and fly to give my cock some breathing room.

I watch for a while, idly stroking my cock through the fabric of my boxer briefs. I ask, "Is he going to cum in you?"

"Yehhh," she moans. Her pussy is dripping wet and her fingers slick with the nectar. "He's holding me down and taking it."

"He doesn't care about you," I say, egging her along. "He just wants to bust up in that wet pussy."

"Please don't!" she gasps, presumably to her fantasy lover. Haylee's mouth is open, her eyes squeezed shut, and her spare hand tugs at a breast. Her abs tighten and ease. She's close.

"Cum when he does," I say. "Cum on the bastard's cock when he empties into you."

"Oh, fuck!" Haylee is so maddened with lust that even with a near stranger looking on, she succumbs to a wrenching orgasm, her body snapping tight as bliss devours her. She jerks and twists, her fingers hooking into her gash while the other hand torments a breast. "Fuh, huuuuck," she gasps.

While the orgasmic tremor and aftershocks ripple and rebound in Haylee, I tear off my shirt and t-shirt and liberate my manhood. By the time she opens her eyes, I'm standing at the edge of the bed with my cock full, hard, and angry.

"Do you have a fantasy where you suck a cock?"

Haylee stares up at me, her expression wild and confused, her fine blonde hair in a tangle. By now the drug is raging through her at full strength, marinating her brain stem in a cocktail of lust-inflaming compounds. She can no longer distinguish between her fantasy lover, her husband, and her doctor. Haylee sees a cock bobbing eagerly before her and her mind immediately constructs a narrative to justify pleasuring it.

"This cock?" she asks, scooting toward me until she's inches from my rod.

"Yes. What's your cocksucking fantasy?"

"I'm hanging out with a friend and her husband," she says dreamily, brushing a hand along the length of my shaft. "She keeps bragging about how well she treats him, but he's looking at me the whole time."

"What do you do?"

"She had too much to drink and passes out on the couch. He takes out his fat cock and asks if I can suck it better than his wife."

"A fat cock like this one?"

"Yeah." Haylee strokes my cock again, this time letting her touch linger.

"You do him?"

"I do him so good," Haylee moans.

"Show me."

Haylee looks up at me with her pale, pretty eyes. She's still trembling from her orgasm but her tongue stays on target as she presses it flat against the base of my cock and licks up. She does it again and again, starting lower until each lick from her glistening tongue starts on my balls and doesn't stop until she's teasing the glans. It's incredible.

"Your friend's husband likes it?"

She nods dreamily, not wanting to part with my cock, but after a moment says, "Yeah, he likes my mouth better than his wife's."

"How much of his fat cock do you take?"

"Until I choke," Haylee promises. She pushes the bulging head of my cock past her lips, stretching her mouth over the shaft until, as promised, she gags. Undeterred, she repeats the motion, settling into a rhythm that abuses her throat, but drenches my rod with bliss. Soon my cock and balls are dripping with her spit.

"I bet your friend is jealous," I groan.

Haylee pulls back, strings of saliva swinging from her chin, connecting her to my cock. "Yeah, fuck," she gasps. "She wakes up to see me sucking off her husband better than she could."

"But she doesn't stop you, right? She wants her husband to be happy."

"Yes." My patient puts her mouth back on my cock, again plunging down the shaft. When I grab her hair she whimpers but lets me accelerate the pace. Lets me fuck her mouth.

"It's not even cheating, really. He isn't cheating on his wife, he's cheating on her mouth."

A shudder goes through Haylee at the crude language, but I keep her on task, bobbing her head up and down my cock. Her brain is in a haze of overlapping fantasies, imagined characters, and real people. She's sucking my cock, she's sucking her husband's cock, and she's sucking off her friend's husband. I remember that her friend Ella referred her to me, and I wonder if Ella stars as the friend in her fantasy and if it's Ella's real-life husband that she's imagining as my cock violates her throat.

Nearly unbearable waves of pleasure are coursing through me, but I manage to ask, "What if he decides he doesn't want to cum in your mouth yet?"

When I let her pull her mouth free Haylee gasps, "He can fuck me if he wants to!"

"He wants to." I guide Haylee away from the edge of the bed and tug my trousers the rest of the way off.

With frantic determination, Haylee yanks off her drenched panties and parts her thighs. Her chin and neck are still wet with spit from blowing me, but her gash is wetter, the lips swollen and inviting. She'll let me do anything to her that I want.

I lay on my back. "Get on it."

Haylee straddles me, giving my cock a hungry look before tucking it into her labia. She winces at first, but she's so wet and ready that she's able to impale herself on me with only a few moments of pain.

"You're fucking your friend's husband," I remind her. "She's jealous but won't stop you."

"She doesn't dare," Haylee sighs, her eyes fluttering shut. "She knows her husband loves my pussy."

I guide Haylee forward until I can pull one of her breasts to my mouth. "Maybe she wouldn't be as jealous if her husband got rough with you."

"He can be rough," Haylee pants.

It's so easy to shape Haylee's fantasy into my own. While I fuck her I squeeze her breast tight, circle the nipple with my tongue, suck, and then suck harder. She whimpers but lets me play rough, first with that breast then the other while I keep my free hand clamped around her upper arm. I'll need to be careful not to leave a bruise.

"Your friend is still watching?"

"Yeah, watching her husband get rough on me with his cock and his mouth."

While I play with her tits I begin driving Haylee onto my cock with greater force. "You're married too, right?"

She doesn't respond immediately. Cheating on her husband isn't part of Haylee's fantasy, but the idea takes hold at my suggestion. "Yes, I'm married," she says at last.

"But he doesn't know what you're doing, right? Doesn't know you're fucking your friend's husband, letting him get rough with you."

Haylee obediently lets me fuck her for half a minute before answering. "No," she admits softly. "Is that okay?"

"It is, Haylee." I stroke her face, reassuring her. "It's okay as long as you don't tell him."

Her eyes open. "No? Shouldn't I tell him?"

"No, no. He wouldn't understand, but you can still make him very happy. Don't you want to make your husband happy?"

"Yes, oh! I want to. How?"

"I'll tell you soon."

Haylee grinds on me, half doing the fucking and half letting me drive her onto my cock. I continue to maul her breasts but she eventually starts to tire so I roll her onto her back. Her eyes are wide with uncertainty and acceptance. "Your friend would want her husband to finish rough with you," I suggest. "It would help her feel better about letting you fuck him."

"It would," Haylee agrees, nodding.

I pick up the pace, driving my cock home hard, slapping against Haylee's quivering body. I put a hand around her neck, choking her while I punish her pussy with my brutally hard rod. "Next time you fuck your husband, ask him to finish you just like this. Let him go as rough as he wants, just like your friend's husband. That's what he wants. That will make him happy."

Haylee nods meekly, offering no resistance as I unload a storm of selfish thrusts into her slick, open cunt. I turn the corner toward release, my staying power depleted after so much time spent fucking Haylee's mouth and pussy. As my cum begins to boil over I have enough time to mutter one more obscenity.

"Tell him to work you over hard and cum on your face!" I gasp out. I tug my rod free of her slit with only a second left before I erupt. Haylee remains on her back passively even as I point my cock at her face.

The first rope of cum is massive, arcing in a creamy jet to splatter across Haylee's forehead, nose, side of her mouth, and chin. She jerks in surprise but lets me finish as I howl with pleasure and release, ejecting another rope that decorates her collarbone and breasts. Haylee's lips are parted so I hold my cock over them as the last pulses of seed garnish her pink tongue. My breath is ragged with lust and satiation.

Meanwhile, utter bliss pulls Haylee under. When I pull my cock out her hand replaces it and when the warm cum hits her she has her second orgasm of the afternoon. She trembles and moans, oblivious to the sticky spunk dripping down her neck and sides. Her feet kick against the sheets.

Haylee learns that she isn't the only one who's taken sexual performance-enhancing drugs that afternoon when she notices that instead of deflating, my erection is still standing proud. I guide her into doggy, take her, and the two of us enjoy each other's bodies again as the long afternoon wraps us in its embrace.

***

I admit that I took advantage of Haylee. She would never have let me so much as kiss her, much less fuck her. Very, very few women would let a man coat them with semen and then flip them over to pound them from behind. Plus Haylee was there to revive her sex life and save her marriage, not put it at risk by letting a stranger fuck her. You could argue that I drugged and raped her and I'd be hard-pressed to disagree.

But she won't complain. Memory and fantasy are so tangled together in her mind that she'll never be able to separate the two. Yes, on a certain level, she'll know that we fucked, but those memories will be of a consensual and highly pleasurable encounter. And after our session we showered together so she won't find any surprise cum in her hair.

Even after a solo performance and multiple rounds with me, she'll still go back amped up and ready to show her husband the new treatment results. He won't complain either, and in three months when she needs the medication to be readministered neither of them will blink an eye when I schedule another two-hour afternoon appointment for her.

I provide a service.