As Mac made his exit, I assured him I'd take very good care of our captive and shared a quick fist bump before sliding the van door closed. I turned my attention back to the lovely Mrs. Haley and noted her breathing was becoming ragged right on schedule as she wrestled with the initial effects of the mix. The bewildered expression on her face confirmed its disruptive effect on her mental processes and I had a good idea what she was going through.
At the outset the mix acts like a strong sedative, clouding the woman's mind and numbing her reactions. Within ten minutes she discovers even simple physical acts such as moving her limbs or speaking require much more concentration than normal. At the same time, she finds herself becoming suggestible to any directives or commands put to her. Simply stated, it becomes exhausting to think for herself and so much easier to let someone else "do the thinking" for her. Internally, she can process all of this at an intellectual level, but she has a sensation of losing control of her volitional actions.
It's as though the woman is watching herself from a remote camera as she becomes disassociated from her actions. Moreover, she begins experiencing a cascade of powerful thoughts and feelings that run the gamut from shame and self-loathing to an overwhelming sense of defeat and submissiveness. The result is a deer-in-the-headlights expression and a subject who can be effortlessly guided into doing almost anything you want.
I've always enjoyed watching a woman being overtaken by the mix as one of the rewards of a successful hunt. The sense of authority and control is honestly almost like a drug in itself. Having perused the contents of her phone, I was able to assemble a decent vignette of her lifestyle and status. As a hunter, it was incredibly fulfilling to bag a specimen of her quality and I allowed myself a moment to picture her in the hands of her new owner. I would have given anything to have that first night with her alone but had to accept the fact that one of our clients would be enjoying that privilege.
I untied the cords at her wrists and then removed the ball gag from her mouth and tossed it aside. Those gorgeous legs were stretched out before me begging to be fondled, but I wanted to get her dress all the way off before exploring them further. I undid the clasp at the back and had her sit up so I could unzip it all the way down. With one smooth motion I ran the tab down the center of her back and both sides of the bodice fell open giving me a nice view of the bare skin of her back bisected by a black bra strap. I then helped her up onto her knees and raised her arms so I could pull the garment off over her head. Guild rules might prevent me from fucking her, but I wasn't going to miss this opportunity to have some fun with my prize.
She looked positively ravishing with her exquisite 36-inch bust cradled in the lacy black balconette bra pushing her breasts up so alluringly. She was a little wobbly as the drugs worked through her nervous system, so I put a hand on her shoulder to steady her and moved close to whisper in her ear:
"Mrs. Haley, we've given you a concoction that's going to make you feel lightheaded for a little while. Just try to relax and let the drugs do their work. Ok?"
She tried to clear her head, shaking it twice before finally asking plaintively, "A c-concoction? ... W-what is ... it ... d-doing to m-me?" She was already having difficulty forming the words.
"Ah, don't fret," I answered sympathetically and brushed a lock of hair away from her sweaty forehead. "We're just chemically cooking your nervous system a little bit." I smiled at her reaction to my comment and added, "But don't worry, we know what we're doing, and it won't take long."
Her eyes darted as the realization of what I was saying began to sink in and she stammered weakly, "W-w-why a-are y-you ... d-doing this to m-m-me?"
"Why?" I answered with mock surprise. "Well, just look at you!" I chuckled and for emphasis slid my palms under her bra cups, squeezing her breasts so hard she gasped. I knew the serum levels in her system were making conversation difficult for her and I did feel a pang of empathy for a moment as the anxiety and stress played across her face. Mostly, though, I was enthralled by the sensation of finally having my hands on her.
The sight of her half-dressed and so helpless made me so hard my stomach ached. I quickly slipped off my own shoes and unzipped my jeans, kicking them off before removing my shirt so I was now clad only in a pair of white cotton boxer briefs. The tight cotton material pressed my erection against my stomach, enveloping it like shrink wrap with the tip of my penis just barely peeking out from the top of the elastic waistband. I moved around in front, so we were both facing each other on our knees with less than a foot separating our bodies. Her expression was a combination of confusion, dread, and distress and her eyes were glassy as she stared fixated on my boner. She seemed almost in a trance as I took her right hand and guided her fingers to grip me through the thin cotton fabric. God, it felt so friggin' amazing to feel her hand on my dick!
She was hesitant at first, but soon I had her stroking me without needing my hand to guide her. I then scooched forward so I could slip my own fingers into the gap at the top of her thighs while clapping my other hand on her butt for leverage. Her hand bumped against my arm in the small space between us as I tunneled my probing digits between her thighs. I finally got the wriggling tips of my fingers pressed against the gusset of her pantyhose and began exploring the topography of her vulva through the small cotton panel. The thin material was warm, wet, and yielding as I pushed the fabric into the valley between her labia and I watched her eyes flutter and widen in response to my touch. I knew the mix often triggered sensations of arousal for many women subjected to it and I was delighted to see evidence it was working with this luscious catch.
