Chapter 1: Introduction
Target Acquired
Peggy was an attractive blonde blue eyed nurse that managed medical records at her local hospital. She was tall with an athletic build, a pair of perfect breasts and a perfectly curved, firm but tender ass. To help keep herself in shape she enjoyed a run through a park in her neighborhood in addition to her cross fit class.
Peggy would run the distance to the far end of the park and back making a lap along the pathway at the park’s edge. Her hair would be tied back neatly and her running outfits were always form fitting. She was proud of her appearance and liked to show her figure. Tracey had been admiring Peggy’s body for some time while she was on assignment to observe the daily routine of her target. The information that Peggy worked with could be very valuable and she could provide access to other potential targets as well. Tracey looked forward to springing the trap so she could have Peggy in her clutches. By the time Tracey was finished with her she would know all there was to know about Peggy Herbstritt. She would know every inch of her body, everything about her health, her life and every bit of information she wanted access to in Peggy’s wide open drug soaked brain.
It appeared that Tracey and her team had all the information they needed to plan and execute Peggy’s abduction. Taking Peggy at her home was out of the question.As Peggy approached the part of the path where she stopped for her drink the team got ready to execute the plan. Cindy was on the path ahead, down on one knee acting as though the other knee was hurt. Kurt was concealed behind a nearby tree ready to silence and restrain Peggy. Tracey lay in wait on the other side of the pathway, out of site. She had a hypodermic gun loaded with a nice dose of Midazolam for Peggy. One pull of the trigger and it would rapidly inject the preset dose into Peggy’s neck. The drug has a profoundly rapid onset and would shut her down very quickly. Peggy rounded the last turn and saw Cindy knelt down in the pathway holding her raised knee. She couldn’t hear anything because she had her music playing but there didn’t appear to be anyone else around to help. So she pulled out her ear buds as she trotted up to Cindy and then bent down to ask if she needed any help. “You’ve been a great help already, Peggy.”, said Cindy. Within the blink of an eye Peggy felt a gloved hand cover her mouth from behind as a powerful arm reached around her and pinned both of her arms to her body. Her head was forced back and in the confusion all she could see was the sky. She felt a sharp sting and pressure against her carotid artery along with an aggressive hissing noise. She struggled to get free from the man’s grip but he was far too strong. After several of seconds of the struggle with her rapid pulse, she felt the Midazolam hit her like a tidal wave. Her blue eyes blinked as everything started slowing down.
She fought harder than ever before but nothing seemed to work. All she knew was that this man had no intention of letting go. She tried screaming but his hand remained firmly planted over her mouth. And then the darkness came.
"Good evening, Peggy. My name is Tracey. I'm afraid you're going to be spending some time with me. Don't worry, we will make sure you're comfortable," Tracey spoke softly, almost gently as if talking to a frightened animal. "We just need to take care of some business first."
"What do you want?
" Peggy asked, her voice shaking nervously. She was still struggling weakly against the tight bindings that held her wrists together.
"Now, now, my dear, let's not rush things," Tracey replied, her tone calm and soothing. "I assure you, this process will be quite enjoyable — for both of us.
In fact, I think you won't even remember what you're missing once you get used to our lifestyle. Now, sit up straight and listen carefully." Tracey explained patiently, her gaze never leaving Peggy's terrified face. "The situation you find yourself in isn't permanent; however, the longer you resist, the less control you'll have over your own fate."
"You can choose to cooperate willingly, or you can fight me every step of the way. It's entirely up to you.
Either way, I promise that you'll come to love this new lifestyle — much more than you ever loved your old one. In fact, you might even forget who you once were," Tracey added with a sly grin.
Peggy hesitated, her heart pounding against her chest. She couldn't believe what was happening. She thought about yelling for help, but there was nobody around to hear her screams. She thought about fighting back, but the fear of Tracey's power kept her frozen in place.
"So, which will it be?
" Tracey asked, her gaze unwavering. "Will you accept your fate and enjoy the journey, or will you resist and make it difficult for both of us?"
Peggy swallowed hard, her throat dry. She didn't know how to respond. She could feel the heat radiating off Tracey's body, the scent of her perfume intoxicating her senses. The idea of being controlled by such a powerful woman was terrifying yet thrilling.
Tracey's commanding presence and the confident way she spoke made Peggy feel small and vulnerable. But deep within, there was also a spark of curiosity, a desire to experience something new. With each passing moment, Peggy found herself becoming more drawn to Tracey.
"Well," Peggy finally responded, her voice shaky. "I guess I don't really have a choice, do I?"
Tracey smiled confidently, her gaze never wavering. "That's right, Peggy. We both know that there's nothing you can do to change the outcome here.
However, you may as well try, if only to put up a good fight. I understand that giving up control like this can be difficult, especially when you've spent most of your life thinking that you're in charge. But trust me, Peggy, I'll give you everything you've ever dreamed of and more.
Just imagine the countless pleasures you'll discover, unencumbered by societal restrictions, moral obligations, or judgmental peers." Tracy smirked. "Don't you agree?"
Peggy shifted uncomfortably, unsure whether she should answer. She glanced at Tracy, whose confident demeanor seemed to invite her input. "I—I suppose I don't see why not," she stammered. "I mean, I haven't exactly had the best luck in relationships lately."
Tracy chuckled. "Oh, honey, don't worry about that.
We've all been there," Tracy reassured Peggy, reaching out to stroke her soft, sweaty cheek. "You just need someone to guide you, someone with experience handling situations like these. That's where I come in."
Suddenly, Peggy noticed a subtle change in Tracy's posture. Her shoulders stiffened, and her stance widened slightly. "But first, we need to discuss something important," Tracy announced firmly. "Do you know what your most significant weakness is, Peggy?"
Peggy shook her head, feeling increasingly nervous and apprehensive. Peggy really was a beautiful woman and right now she was completely helpless, Peggy’s perfectly shaped ass in Tracey’s immediate field of view to admire.
Tracey removed a capped rectal syringe from a secret pocket inside her sleeve and took off the cap covering the lubricated tip. Cindy knew what to do and knelt down on one knee in front of Peggy . She pulled Peggy’s running shorts down.. Cindy reached around with both hands and spread Peggy’s soft, beautifully tanned cheeks, exposing her perfect puckered asshole as she lay mindlessly on the ground. The tip of the syringe entered Lisa effortlessly and through her dazed state, peggy felt the cold tip of the syringe penetrate her anus and slide up deep into her rectum. Peggy tried to protest through her sedated induced dazed fog but only managed a whimper. Tracey used the rectal pathway to sedate Peggy.
The anal route ensured a quicker and more effective delivery of the substance, thus speeding up the process of rendering Peggy unconscious. As soon as the syringe emptied its contents, Peggy began to slur her speech and lose consciousness. "That should do it," Tracey commented, peering down at Peggy's lifeless form. Cindy nodded and stood up, allowing the groggy nurse to remain in her prone position.
"You did great, Cindy," Tracey praised, casting a satisfied glance toward the younger woman. "The next phase of this operation is crucial and requires careful planning. Peggy Where am I? What are you doing to me? Let me up!”, she began weakly but with an increasing level of volume. Then in the supply cabinet Tracey got out a new rectal syringe and loaded it with chloral hydrate. Tracey quickly lubricated the end and inserted it into Peggy’s rectum causing peggy to jerk and make a protesting sound but the chloral hydrate already begun to take her. Her protests fading to wimpers. The dose would be enough to keep her in a quiet hypnotic state without putting her completely out.
The sedative was designed to relax her muscles and cause her to sleep peacefully. The drugs would be administered via injection into the muscle tissue of her thighs, which would slowly release the chemicals into her bloodstream to affect her central nervous system. This approach was selected due to it having the least impact on her cognitive functions. As Peggy drifted into unconsciousness, Tracey and Cindy moved her limp body onto a stretcher before wheeling her into a waiting van. Once inside, they secured her wrists and ankles using straps attached to the sides of the vehicle.
Cindy retrieved a blindfold and placed it over Peggy's eyes, ensuring she wouldn't be able to track their movements. As they drove away, Peggy stirred and murmured, trying to grasp the reality of her situation. The van rocked gently as the road undulated beneath them, sending a ripple of tension through Peggy's subconscious.
They arrived at a nondescript warehouse on the outskirts of town, its dim lights casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Inside, the air hung heavy with anticipation, the walls echoing with distant echoes of footsteps and muffled voices.
Peggy was laid out on a soft massage table, soft straps pinning her limbs to the massage table Tracey and Cindy exchanged hushed whispers, their expressions stoic and focused. Their words danced between them like a game of chess, each move calculated and precise.
"Alright, Cindy," Tracey whispered, her voice barely audible. "We've got to start getting her ready for her new life as a submissive pleasure doll." Once trained she will bring us about $250,000 from the slave auction.
We should be able to sell her as a high-end sex slave." Tracey stated matter-of-factly, looking down at Peggy lying on the bed. Cindy stood silently listening intently to Tracey's words. She admired and respected Tracey as their leader and trusted her judgement implicitly. They were both dedicated to serving their organization and Tracey understood that their objectives required strategic thinking and sometimes uncomfortable decisions.
"Cindy," Tracey continued, "You know the drill. We'll need to administer the training program in stages. So that will require us to use lots of different tools, but for the most part, she should enjoy the training, and she will be kept asleep off and on for the next 60 days as we allow the hypnosis to take over her mind.
That way, she won't remember anything that happens to her during that period until the hypnosis wears off. We can use some light torture techniques to ensure compliance, but we shouldn't push too hard. It’s about teaching her how to surrender to pleasure. Everything we do is to make her into the most sensual pleasure slave we can. The more submissive, the more she will bring at Auction. Training brings more value to the buyers at the auction. So, let's just make sure that Peggy enjoys the ride.
It's essential to maintain her positive attitude when she awakens. After all, a happy little slave is a profitable little slave." Tracey said with a smile.
Cindy nodded and stepped closer to Peggy. Her eyes were locked on the petite nurse's curvaceous figure. "Yeah, I know what to do. Just tell me what you need me to do."
Tracey nodded approvingly. "Perfect. Start by massaging her feet and legs.
Make sure you apply moderate pressure, working your way up to her thighs. It's important to warm her up, preparing her body for the upcoming sensations." Tracey instructed Cindy.
Peggy's eyes fluttered open, and she gasped in horror as she realized her predicament. "What is this?" she cried in disbelief. "Who are you people? Why am I trapped here?"
The ultimate goal is to make sure that we teach her how to have orgasm after orgasm so she can mindlessly given in to the submission of serving her new owner. Needs to be taught that it’s beautiful to serve a master and his cock.
Needs to be shown that it feels amazing to please others.
Teach her all the kinks and fetishes you have learned along the way.
Make her cum like a geyser. Teach her how to please a man, how to suck dick and balls, how to worship cock with veneration. Show her how to swallow a load. The hypnosis will help change her sexually from being a lesbian. It’s funny how they want us to always find lesbians to train to love serving a man.
” Cindy mused aloud, staring at Peggy's nude body. “There aren’t many women like Peggy… I mean, look at her body. It’s hot. It’s perfect. Like a model. I think that’s why they picked her, right? She looks like she belongs on a runway or something. And she’s a nurse. That means she probably knows all about anatomy and stuff. Maybe she'll be good at pleasing men, huh? Yeah, maybe she'll be better than us at making guys happy.”
Tracey nodded.
"Let's do this."
Cindy ran her fingers along Peggy's inner thigh, gradually moving higher. She lightly brushed her fingertips over Peggy's labia, watching her squirm in response. Cindy couldn't help but appreciate how seductive Peggy looked, sprawled out helplessly on the table.
"Are you enjoying this, sweetheart?" Tracey teased, tracing the outline of Peggy's nipple with her fingertip.
"You know, Peggy, we're gonna make you forget all about those lesbian lovers you've had in the past. We're gonna make you realize that real pleasure comes from surrendering to a dominant force, a strong man with a hard cock."
Peggy's breathing quickened as she tried to suppress the growing arousal building within her. She attempted to speak, but her words were lost as a moan escaped her lips instead.
"See," Tracey continued, grinning wickedly, "Your body is responding to our touch. It wants to succumb to our desires.
You see, it's been a long time since you've experienced true pleasure, hasn't it?" Tracey taunted, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "All those years of denying yourself the simple joy of being dominated by a man must seem like torture now. Well, guess what? Your suffering ends today. Today, Peggy, you're going to embrace your deepest fantasies and fulfill your wildest dreams."
Cindy giggled softly, her excitement mounting with each passing second.
"I bet she's gonna love sucking dick after this," she muttered under her breath, eagerly awaiting Peggy's transformation.
Tracey nodded, her gaze fixed on Peggy's supple flesh. "Indeed," she agreed, unable to contain the growing anticipation bubbling up inside her. "She's going to become the perfect cock-hungry slut."
As the two women continued discussing Peggy's future, the nurse's body convulsed involuntarily, her muscles twitching erratically.
Her breathing became ragged as a strange sensation coursed through her veins, spreading from her toes to her scalp.
"Peggy," Tracey said, her voice thick with lust, "you're going to love this. You're going to crave it. You're going to beg for it."
Cindy smiled mischievously, her eyes alight with excitement.
"Oh yeah, Peggy," she teased, her voice husky with anticipation. "You're going to fall in love with dick. Every single inch of it. You're gonna beg for it, suck it, and lick it clean."
Peggy squirmed helplessly, her body betraying her attempts to resist the growing hunger consuming her. She couldn't deny her mounting desire, her pussy throbbing with an urgency she'd never experienced before.
"That's right, Peggy," Tracey purred, running her fingers along Peggy's slick slit.
"You're going to be a total dick whore. We're going to break you down, train you like a dog, and mold you into the perfect pleasure slave."
Cindy snickered, caressing Peggy's thighs. "Can't wait to watch you suck cock, Peggy."
Peggy whimpered, her body arching uncontrollably she tried to speak to tell them that she was a lesbian. But she was in some type of drug induced stupor.. Her pussy clenched tightly, desperate for release. She knew that she was falling deeper into their web, and there was no turning back.
Each day brought a new layer of shame as Peggy struggled to reconcile her previous beliefs with the inescapable truth of her current situation. She was ensnared, enslaved, and utterly helpless. No amount of pleading or begging would save her from this cruel fate. The humiliation seeped into her pores, saturating her skin, and enveloping her in a suffocating blanket of self-loathing. Yet, somewhere beneath the haze of despair, a strange warmth ignited within her. An unfamiliar craving stirred in her gut, threatening to consume her completely.
She thrashed against her bonds, her cries of desperation mingling with the sounds of her tormentors' laughter. The relentless teasing drove her insane, her clit swollen and throbbing relentlessly.
"Please, let me go," Peggy pleaded weakly, her voice hoarse from crying. "I promise I won't report you. Please, just let me go."
Tracey smirked, her voice dripping with condescension. "Oh, Peggy, we'll let you go – but it will be to your new master after you have been properly trained and then you’ll be sold at auction. You will enjoy your new life as a pleasure doll.You don’t have really in a choice in this. you will be living a new life that many would dream to live but you get the opportunity of a lifetime. Would you like to be put back to sleep again for programming?
" Tracey asked, her voice laced with gentle persuasion. Peggy had seen her share of pain and degradation in her short life as a captive, but somehow, the prospect of surrendering to this strange woman's authority felt oddly liberating. The mere thought of relinquishing control to another person, of trusting someone to navigate the treacherous waters of her tumultuous existence, seemed both exhilarating and terrifying.
"Yes," Peggy croaked, her voice cracking with emotion. "I want to be put back to sleep. Since you are a nurse by training, what method would you prefer us to use? Chloroform, chloral hydrate, or some sleeping gas through a mask. Your choice. You seem to enjoy the effects of being put to sleep is this a fetish for you?
" Tracey questioned, her tone slightly sarcastic but nonetheless curious. "I mean, you're not the first prisoner to request a repeat of that treatment. Tell me, Peggy, do you fantasize about being restrained and rendered helpless? Do you get off on the idea of losing control and being subjected to whatever whims your captors deem fit to impose upon you?"
Peggy paused, considering her answer. Her body ached, her muscles trembled, and her nerves burned from the sensual pleasure she endured.
Peggy, a beautiful nurse turned captive, lay motionless on the massage table, her wrists and ankles securely fastened with leather straps. Her caramel hair was tangled in disarray, framing her delicate pale face which radiated a feverish glow.
Tracey approached Peggy, her eyes scanning the lithe figure stretched out before her. "You know, Peggy, sometimes a girl needs to let go of her inhibitions and explore what lies underneath the surface. Don't you think?" she said, her voice softening.
"Maybe you could find comfort in knowing that I am not just a stranger, but a trained professional. I've cared for other lesbians who have been turned into pleasure dolls. Now, I'm offering to care for you, to nurture and train you for you new life. Can you trust me?" it’s so much easier if you cooperate with us. Otherwise we have our own methods that we have used 50 times to achieve our goals of making you into the best pleasure doll. Let your new life you need to embrace your transformation from lesbian to pleasure doll. We always look for the cutest looking virgins that have never been fucked by a man. We watched you for over a year to make sure you were the right person for this Auction. Embrace your future.
Peggy's breath hitched, her pulse racing as she considered Tracey's offer. She glanced at the nurse, noticing the calm confidence in her posture. The woman's voice echoed softly in her ears, filling her with a sense of safety and security.
Peggy had never felt so exposed, so defenseless. But somehow, she couldn't help but listen to the soothing, authoritative tones of the female captor. There was something comforting about the rhythmic cadence of her words, a familiarity that transcended the physical boundaries of her confinement.
"I'm not just a stranger, Peggy," the female captor assured her, her voice like a warm, soft caress against her ear. "I'm a trained professional.
..", Tracey repeated, her tone slightly softer, "I've cared for other lesbians who have been turned into pleasure dolls. Now, I'm offering to care for you, to nurture and train you for your new life.
Peggy hesitated, torn between the remnants of her pride and the overwhelming allure of Tracey's soothing voice. She swallowed painfully, feeling the familiar sting of tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. "Why should I?" she rasped, her voice strained and raw.
"I mean, isn't it better to fight against my kidnappers? Isn't it better to stand up for myself and resist your manipulation?"
Tracey arched an eyebrow, studying Peggy carefully. "Oh, darling, you truly believe resistance is futile?" she drawled, her voice laden with amusement. "Well, perhaps you're right. Perhaps fighting would be better. But then again, I can promise you one thing — there's no escape from this situation.
" Tracey maintained steady eye contact with Peggy, her voice unwavering despite the nurse's feigned indifference. "No matter how much you struggle, kick, scream, beg, cry, or even attempt to reason with your captors, the outcome shall remain unchanged. I understand that you're frightened, Peggy.
But consider this—what kind of life do you have left to return to?" Tracey's voice was steady, yet soft, like a gentle breeze on a summer afternoon. "You're a nurse, yes, but you're also a lesbian. What does that leave you with? A handful of friends, coworkers, and family members who either accept you or choose to ignore your true nature? Oh, and let's not forget those occasional lovers who, while providing fleeting moments of pleasure, ultimately lead to heartache and disappointment."
Tracey paused, allowing her words to sink in. Wouldn’t you prefer to live the life of luxury in a special harem, where you will be cared for in the most sensual manner by your owner. All you have to do is serve him. Suck his cock and let him fuck you into submission. ,
Tracey coaxed, her voice low and soothing. "Just close your eyes and imagine the feel of a hard shaft penetrating your wet pussy. Think about how it would stretch you out, fill you up, and make you scream with delight."
Peggy's chest heaved, her nipples erect and aching. She fought the urge to surrender to the forbidden desires swirling around her. "No," she growled, struggling to keep her resolve intact. "I'm a lesbian.
I've never had any interest in men," Peggy protested.
"Besides," she added, her voice quivering, "My lover, Alex, is special to me. I can't abandon her."
Tracey sighed, shaking her head sadly. "Peggy, you're a nurse. You've devoted your life to healing others, but you can't heal yourself. You're broken, and only we can fix you."
She paused, letting her words sink in.
"You're broken, and only we can fix you. Trust me, Peggy; this journey will transform you, and you'll come out stronger and more fulfilled than ever before."
Peggy stared blankly at the woman, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that resistance was futile, and deep down, she craved the release that she could only find in surrendering to the inevitable. With a sigh, she finally spoke. "So, what do I have to do?"
Tracey smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Well, Peggy," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, "First things first – we need to get you comfortable."Peggy felt the massage pad grip her midsection tightly. She was almost hyperventilating with panic. She was twisting as hard as she could against the restraints holding her down. She grunted as she struggled. Desperate to get loose from the grip of her captors. Suddenly she felt a wave of sleepiness hit her. The IV! She had forgotten about the IV connected to her. She could see the liquid traveling down the tube now. She struggled against her bonds, staring at the IV, as if trying to will the drug to stop pumping into her. She fought against the effects of the drug valiantly, furiously fighting to get loose. Suddenly she became aware of a hissing noise and noticed a gas mask was circling around from the right, somewhere behind the pad holding her head in place. As the mask distracted her the sedative was really starting to take hold. The mask beside her face began to slowly swing in to cover her mouth and nose. She had worked on a surgical team before, she knew the power of anesthetic gasses and knew she didn’t have much time. As the mask drew closer she protested frantically, “PLEASE!! Don’t put me to sleep! You don’t have to do this!
Peggy screamed inside her head, fighting the urge to pass out. Her struggles grew weaker as the powerful sedative took effect. She opened her mouth wide, trying to shout, but nothing came out. The mask settled onto her face, covering her nose and mouth. The smell of gas filled her nostrils as she inhaled deeply through instinct. Her mind raced, her thoughts becoming jumbled.
She desperately wanted to wake up, to snap out of her drugged state. Her vision blurred, and everything around her faded away into darkness. She heard muffled voices, but they seemed distant and indistinct.
"Hey, Tracey, Cindy, check this out!" one of the nurses exclaimed, her voice echoing eerily in Peggy's ears. "This little slut is really coming around. Just wait 'til you see her dance."
Peggy groaned, her muscles stiff and sore. Her head pounded, and the taste of bile rose in her throat.
Peggy forced her heavy eyelids open, her surroundings blurring momentarily before sharpening into focus. She found herself strapped to a chair, her hands and feet secured tightly. Her clothes were gone, replaced by a skimpy, sheer white negligee that left little to the imagination. Her breasts bounced gently every time she moved, and a thin string of material barely covered her swollen sex.
"Welcome back, Peggy," Tracey greeted her, her voice ringing with false cheerfulness.
"Did you have a nice nap?"
Peggy grimaced, her expression conveying pure hatred. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the stark, sterile environment. She recognized the faces of several nurses, their smiles devoid of warmth or compassion. They stood nearby, watching her with cold, calculating expressions.
"How dare you!" Peggy spat, her voice breaking with rage. "I demand to be released immediately. This is kidnapping, and I'll report you once I get free."
One of the nurses chuckled, her eyes glittering with malice.
"Oh, honey, you can threaten us all you want, but it won't change anything. You're ours now – for as long as we say so."
Peggy shook her head vehemently, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I swear, I'll go straight to the police as soon as I regain my freedom. You'll regret messing with me."
Tracey smirked, her gaze piercing through Peggy. "Sweetie, nobody cares about your empty threats.
" Tracey sneered, crossing her arms. "You're a prisoner, and you'll do exactly what we say. Now, it's time for you to start your training."
Peggy clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She was desperate to escape, but the nurses' smug expressions told her that any attempt at rebellion would be met with swift punishment. She knew she had to play along for now – at least until she could figure out a way to turn the tables.
"Alright, what kind of training are we talking about?"
A sly grin spread across Tracey's face. "Well, Peggy," she said, her voice dripping with anticipation, "we're going to turn you into the ultimate pleasure doll. We've got all sorts of fun toys and techniques to show you."
Peggy winced, her stomach churning in disgust. She knew the only way to survive was to pretend to submit to their demands. "And when I refuse?"
Tracey shrugged nonchalantly. go ahead and refuse. We will just go ahead and put you back to sleep and give you more hypnosis training on how to be a good cocksucker, how to be a pleasure doll, that you live to serve your master. Would you like to go to sleep now. We love seeing you go under. We sexually get very wet watching lesbians being transformed into cocksuckers. Since you’ve had good medical training, tell me how you would like us to put you to sleep this time?
What do you recommend as the best method?
Peggy hesitated, her mind whirring with the possibilities. She knew that refusing would only result in another round of painful, humiliating punishments. "Well," she said cautiously, "The best option would be using a combination of sedatives and anesthetics. Start with a dose of chloral hydrate, followed by a small amount of ketamine."
Tracey raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "That's quite specific, Peggy. tell me what dosage of chloral hydrate you would like? Would you prefer that we put it into a suppository?
Or would you rather we inject it directly into your bloodstream?
Or maybe we should just shove it up your ass. Which would you prefer?" Tracey asked, her voice dripping with mock concern.
Peggy swallowed hard, her gaze locked on the floor. She knew that refusal was not an option, especially not when dealing with these vile creatures. "I-I-I suppose an injection would be best," she stammered, her voice trembling. "After all, it's less messy and more efficient."
Tracey nodded approvingly, her eyes shining with sadistic glee. "Very good, Peggy. We will do the opposite and give it to you in a suppository because we like playing with your ass. What dosage should we use?
How about 800 mg, just enough to make you drowsy but still conscious? That way, you can experience every sensation, every degradation, as we guide you through your transformation process." Tracey suggested, her voice dripping with sinister glee.
Peggy bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. "I-I-I suppose an ass injection would be best," she stammered, her voice trembling.
How about a healthy dosage of 800mg of chloral hydrate? That should be just enough to make you drowsy but still conscious.
Peggy's heart thumped wildly in her chest, but she nodded reluctantly. "Fine. Tell me what you remember from your nurses training as to how the chloral hydrate works? Once we insert the suppository in your rectum, how long does it take to be effective? Need to check your training
ask you these questions before we insert this suppository. It's important, you know?
Peggy looked up at Tracey, meeting her gaze dead-on. "Chloral hydrate," she said evenly, "is a central nervous system depressant and hypnotic agent. It acts by inducing sedation, reducing anxiety, and promoting sleep. When administered via suppository, it typically begins to work within twenty minutes, reaching peak effectiveness within an hour."
Tracey nodded, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Good," she murmured, reaching for the suppository.
"Now, Peggy, we're going to have to insert this into your rectum."
I am sure in your nurses training that you know how the suppository starts entering your bloodstream. It’s slowly led you into a deep deep sleep. While you’re in that deep sleep, we can continue your hypnosis training. Are you happy about that? Does it get you excited?
Knowing that you're about to lose consciousness, totally vulnerable to our whims?" Tracey taunted, her voice laced with wicked glee.
Peggy shook her head, stifling a moan of discomfort. "N-no," she muttered, her voice weak and uncertain. "I-I hate this."
As the tip of the suppository touched her sensitive flesh, Peggy flinched, her body tensing involuntarily. She gritted her teeth, determined not to give her captors the satisfaction of hearing her squeal in pain.
As the cool gel-like substance entered her tight hole, a strange mix of fear and arousal washed over her.
"Relax, Peggy," Tracey cooed, her voice sounding strangely soothing. "It's gonna be okay. Just breathe."
Her breaths quickened, each intake sharp and ragged. The pressure built, spreading warmth throughout her body. Despite her predicament, she couldn't deny the strange feelings creeping up her spine.
"Ooh, look at that," Tracey whispered, her voice dripping with lust. it seems that you get very excited whenever we put you to sleep. Your pussy seems to be drenched. Are you getting off on our putting you to sleep?
Does it excite you to know that you're about to lose consciousness, totally vulnerable to our whims?"
"N-no," Peggy muttered, her voice weak and uncertain. Dear, sweet Peggy, feel that suppository melting away in your rectum as it dissolves you become very compliant, relaxed, ready for another four hour hypnosis session just take a deep breath and let it all go. Sleep my child. Listen carefully to the hypnosis is it tells you how to be a cocksucker how good it taste to have a 10 inch cock in your throat, deep, deep sleep, get ready because this particular session is going to talk about taking your virginity. It’s nice that you saved it for your Master. He will pay more for you since you’re a virgin. He loves turning lesbians now take a deep, deep breath and go to sleep.
"Relax, Peggy," Tracey cooed, her voice dripping with lust.
Peggy's breaths quickened, each intake sharp and ragged. "Your pussy seems to be drenched.
Are you getting off on our putting you to sleep?" Tracey teased, her voice thick with wicked glee. Peggy flushed bright red, biting her lips to suppress a moan. "It's nice that you saved it for your Master. He will pay more for you since you're a virgin. He loves turning lesbians."
Peggy tried to protest, but her words were lost in a groan as Tracey slid the suppository deeper into her rectum. The cool gel-like substance melted away, leaving a strange mix of fear and arousal washing over her.
Peggy took a deep breath, her heartbeat echoing loudly in her ears.
"We're going to have to insert this into your rectum," Tracey purred, her tone thick with lust.
Peggy flinched, her body tensing involuntarily. As the tip of the suppository touched her sensitive flesh, she clenched her jaw, swallowing a whimper. We are measuring how long it takes for the suppository to claim you this time. We want you to start counting backwards from 100, let’s see how long it takes before you fall into that deep sleep 100, 99, 98, you could see the life training out of her. By the time she got to 75. It was obvious that she was deeply relaxed and her eyes were closed during breathing slow down. Now let’s start the hypnosis training.
Imagine that you are lying in bed, and the sun is shining through the window blinds, casting a soft light on your face. You are completely relaxed, and the room smells like lavender. Close your eyes and take a deep breath in, filling your lungs with fresh air. Hold it for a few seconds, then exhale slowly.
Now, focus on that warm spot in your belly, imagining it getting warmer and pulsating, radiating warmth to the rest of your body. Let all tension melt away, and let your muscles relax.
Breathe in again, filling your lungs with fresh air, and exhale slowly.
Now, visualize a staircase leading up to a beautiful garden. You climb the stairs, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin. At the top, you enter the garden, where flowers bloom, and butterflies flutter around you. Feel the warmth of the sun on your cheeks, and the soft grass beneath your feet.
Take another deep breath, and allow this peaceful image to fill your mind. Let your body relax, and let go of any negative thoughts or worries.
Breathe in deeply, filling your lungs with the intoxicating scent of lavender. Hold that breath for a second, then slowly exhale as you imagine your body sinking deeper into the soft mattress below.
Allow your muscles to soften, releasing any tension that may linger. Focus on the warmth in your belly, feeling it expand and contract, spreading a wonderful sense of peace throughout your entire body.
Now, picture a golden retriever puppy wagging its tail eagerly, waiting for you to play fetch.
Feel the joyous energy enveloping you as you throw the ball, and watch the puppy race after it. Embrace this sense of happiness and contentment, knowing that you're safe and protected.
As you lie here, savoring these feelings, imagine a soft, fluffy cloud descending upon you, cradling you in its comforting embrace. Let the warmth and safety of this cocoon envelop you, allowing you to fully relax and let go of any lingering fears or doubts.
Breathe in deeply, filling your lungs with the sweet scent of lavender, and exhale slowly, feeling your body sink further into the soft mattress.
Focus on the pleasant sensation of being held in the arms of a trusted loved one with strong arms wrapped securely around you. Feel the reassurance of their loving touch, guiding you through the challenges ahead. Take another deep breath, embracing the sense of comfort and security that comes with this connection.
Now, imagine standing on a beach, the sand warm beneath your bare feet, and the ocean waves gently lapping at your ankles.
The sky is clear, and the sun warms your skin, making you feel safe and secure. Breathe in deeply, filling your lungs with the salty sea air, and exhale slowly, letting go of any remaining stress or tension.
Let your muscles soften, and your body sink deeper into the cozy mattress beneath you. Allow your awareness to shift inward, focusing on the center of your being. Imagine a brilliant light emanating from within you, growing brighter and stronger with each breath.