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."
