affini injecting you this, affini injecting you that. whatever.
affini gently grabbing your chin, raising your eyes to meet hers. shimmering gold with pulses of a beautiful, deep purple. she reaches down with a vine and cradles your face with a soft flower. it’s so delicate and yet you know you couldn’t remove it even if you tried, though of course you won’t. you notice a sweet smell, like a strawberry milkshake.
“eyes on me, petal. just breathe, slowly and deeply.”
your insides start to feel fuzzy, and you melt even further into your mistresses arms. a deep warmth radiates from your chest, like the most pleasant drink of hot chocolate after a snowy day.
“you’re doing such a good job for me sweetie, today’s cocktail will make you so nice and relaxed for me.”
your body feels so heavy. you could probably move if you really tried, but you couldn’t imagine wanting that right now. succumbing to the warmth, mistress picks you up and lays you down gently on the floor, propping you up softly against her before putting on your favorite movie. the flower cupping your face a gentle reminder of your mistress’ will, ever present.
Slipping a drug into a boy’s drink during a date. Not strong enough to knock him out. But make him completely too useless to fight back.
His limbs so heavy and uncoordinated, eyes blinking slow.
Spreading his legs wide before putting gloves on and pulling the wide syringe up into his view.
Smiling and patting his thigh, telling him exactly how long I’ve planned on making sure he never leave me. How I already found the perfect donor for him long before this moment.
“You’re too useless to be a dad on your own darling, you’ll need me. You’ll never be able to leave, you’ll be mine. Forever.”
Putting a pillow under his hips and manhandling him into position. Positioning his hips up and chuckling as I watch the effort he puts into trying to pull his arm up to push me away. Softly pushing it down when it gets close. Bending back down to inspect him with gloved hands.
Pushing the plastic inside his cunt and watching his face as I push down on the plunger, flooding him with cum.
Rubbing his clit in slow circles as I fuck the cum into his boycunt with the syringe before pulling it out and grabbing the next one.
Tears falling down his face as he struggles to find the words to tell me to stop, only for me to shush him.
“Don’t worry my love, I’ll make sure to fill you up with every drop. We will be a wonderful family won’t we?”
[DETRANS AND OTHER BIOESSENTIALISM KINKS DO NOT TOUCH MY POST]
Also shout out to this post by @bigbaddomm for giving me a jimmy neutron brain blast for syringe filled with cum.
Eating out a tree nymph when you feel soft, leafy vines caressing their way up and around each leg with thick trails of fragrant sap sticking along your skin where they touch you
Your legs being forced apart while the rubbery ends of vines snake their way into your ass and cunt, gently stroking and fucking you open, filling you with that warm sap which induces you to relax despite your initial groans of protest
More vines encircling your wrists and tugging them up behind your back, tied and trapped on your belly at the mercy of the nymph who grips your hair in both hands and grinds her swollen, earthy-tasting clit harder over the tongue spilling from your mouth as the effects of her sap have you panting slowly, eyes rolling up into your head
Giggling voices intermingle with excited rustlings of leaves from surrounding trees as you struggle to recall stumbling into a huge grove of very playful dryads
God imagine if aphrodisiac creams/oils actually worked. Like if I’m too bratty or im annoying you to too much you’d tying me down with my legs spread out and I’d have to watch in horror as you pull out the big jar of aphrodisiac oil. You’d spread a heafy amount on my pussy, making sure to rub it in my clit, and step back as you watch it do its magic. I’d turn into a moaning, writhing mess as I try to buck my hips for any sort of relief. And you’d just watch, maybe take a few pictures to show me later with how huge of a slut I am. Then you’d leave me there for hours, making sure to reapply the oils every now and again <3
Brainrotting thinking about drugged rags and breathplay…
The sub trying to hold their breath so so desperately, trying to fend off the fumes that are snaking their way through their nose. It won’t matter, of course, because they have to breathe in eventually. They get a budget of breaths before the drugs slowly drag them down into unconsciousness~
The dom can caress and touch them in some sensitive bit of their body and force a little inhale. Oops! There goes one of the few breaths they get. Their head gets lighter and they start panicking. It’s complete fucking overstimulation as they’re lightheaded from holding their breath, turned on from being groped, and being actively drugged out
personally im glad that chloroform doesn't work instantly like in movies. isn't it ten times hotter to be pinned down and have the rag held over your nose and mouth for what feels like forever? as you get lightheaded and dizzy? so you have time to contemplate what exactly they're going to do to you?
So, I wrote a little something and thought some people here might enjoy it as well. You can also read my stuff on AO3.
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summary: Doctor Soheila Hassan is the head leader of a one-of-a-kind-project, hidden in an old mining site somewhere at the alaskan-canadian border. Together with her colleagues she conducts groundbreaking research in the field of human genetics in pursuit of cures for diseases previously considered untreatable. But their studies demand a certain sacrifice, involving young women with a particular genetic disposition, used to produce high amounts of stem cell tissue via artifical fertilization. They are brought in against their will, but Doctor Hassan is quite effective at establishing a sense of trust in her subjects.
tags: Non-Con, Original Characters, Medical Kink, Medical Fetish, Lesbian Medical Kink, Abduction, Kidnapping, Medical Procedures, Humiliation, Restraints, Examination, Vaginal Examination, Rectal Examination, Speculum, Sedation, Drugged, Gyno Chair, Objectification, Medical Device, Pain, Medical Inaccuracies, Forced Insemination, Forced Orgasm, Praise
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''Well, well. Who do we have here?'' - Doctor Hassan asked as she entered the intake room.
The nurse had already prepared the newcomer for her admission exam. She greeted her and handed her a clipboard. Doctor Hassan skimmed over the scarce information provided on the woman.
“Nina Caron, 25 years old, 175 cm height, 69 kg weight, blood type 0 negative … of cause...”
She raised her eyes from the intake document to observe the girl. They always displayed a rather pathetic view when they just arrived and got strapped to the chair. Her hair had been trimmed short by the nurse beforehand, revealing her scalp. They had undressed and washed her, then secured her to the exam chair with her legs spread wide open. The woman was still heavily drugged from transportation but Doctor Hassan recognized fear in her eyes, indicating that the sedation was slowly wearing of.
“She is pretty. Quite athletic. Notably broad shoulders and well-defined muscles. Might be a sign of elevated testosterone levels which might be problematic, but we'll see.”
Doctor Hassan thanked the nurse and dismissed her. She always preferred some privacy for her subjects' intake exam. She positioned herself at the woman's head and caressed her face.
“Don't worry darling, I will be very gentle with you.”
The woman moved her lips as if she wanted to say something but remained silent. She breathed heavily and tried to focus on Doctor Hassan's eyes, but her gaze repeatedly drifted away due to the drugs in her system.
“You are way too concious for my liking, young lady. If it was up to my choice, I would let you sleep through the whole procedure, but with all those different sedatives in your blood we can't risk full anesthesia. Instead I will give you a nice dose of nitrous oxide, which will make you feel all nice and comfy. You will see.”
The woman's eyes followed her wearily as she prepared the gas machine. Doctor Hassan cupped her chin and hovered the mask over her face. The woman didn't resist as she pressed it down, making sure the mask sits properly over her mouth and nose. Then she clamped a small finger clip onto the woman's index finger to keep track of her vitals.
“Now just continue breathing like before. I know, it smells a little bit funny at the beginning but you will get used to it.”, she said while fastening the mask's straps around her head.
The woman uttered a muffled sigh. Doctor Hassan interpreted it as a form of acceptance. She stroked the woman's shaved head again. Her goal was to form a gentle bond with the girl to make her more compliant for their purpose. But she was not only driven by self-interest. She pitied the women after their arrival at the institute and wanted to comfort them.
“Now I'm going to conduct a little examination on you. Please try to keep still. I won't hurt you.”
It wasn't as if the woman had any other choice than succumbing to the Doctor's means. Doctor Hassan removed the thin blanket that had been covering the woman's body. She reacted with a short flinch to the sudden coldness, but kept quiet after that.
“Good girl. I'm going to touch you now, don't be startled.”
Doctor Hassan always talked to her subjects while working on them, even if they were sedated. It had a calming effect on the women and kept her from objectifying them. She put on a pair of gloves and stood between the girl's splayed legs. The woman's vulva had been shaved before by the nurse, as it was stated in their protocol, allowing Doctor Hassan an unobstructed view on her most intimate parts. She started to palpate her lower abdomen and found no irregularities. Then she moved on to her neither regions.
She parted her labia gently and exposed her clitoris and vaginal entrance. The girl flinched at the intimate touch and uttered a fearful whimper under the mask. Doctor Hassan gave her thigh a gentle caress to signal that she had no intention of hurting her. Then she continued the digital exam. She inspected her clit closely by giving it a soft pinch between her fingers and was relieved since she could not notice any abnormalities. An enlarged clitoris could be an indication for a hormonal disbalance, which was a potential threat to the woman's aptitude for their project.
After the external inspection of the subject the protocol required an internal examination.
“I will now insert a finger into your vagina. Please try to keep still.” Doctor Hassan stated neutrally.
She coated two of her fingers in a thick layer of lube and placed her index finger on her entrance. As she inserted the tip she could feel the woman resisting her intrusion. She was clenching on the Doctor's finger, making it difficult and painful to insert it any further.
Doctor Hassan raised her gaze to oberserve the woman. She had dug her fingers into the chair's amrests. The tight belts around her arms and legs kept her still, but Doctor Hassan noticed her hands and feet trembling slightly with fear. The woman's blank eyes were staring at the ceiling, focussed on fighting the effects of the gas.
Doctor Hassan sighed and stood up again. She got rid of her gloves and bend over the woman's head to look into her face. She met her look with widened eyes. There was no disdain in her gaze, only blank fear and distress.
“I know you are scared and you don't understand yet.”, she said and embraced the woman's face gently with her hands and caressed her cheeks with her thumbs. - ”but we might save dozens of people's lives together. Your body is very special and we're going to explore that together. Please believe me, we don't want to do you any harm. You just need to relax a bit.”
And with these words, she let go of the woman's face and switched the gas inflow to a higher dosage. Then she sat down again between the woman's legs to continue the exam. Throughout her 40 years of experience in reproductive medicine, she learnt a few dubious tricks to make these kind of procedures more enjoyable for her patients. So she put on a fresh pair of gloves and placed her lubed index finger on her tensed vaginal entrance again. Then she started to massage the woman's clit with soft, circling motions.
The woman gasped in surprise. She had turnt her head to the side and observed her from the corner of her eye. Her expression was less tense now and her breathing more regular. The gas has started to take an effect. Her hands now sat still on the armrests, but were still trembling slightly.
Doctor Hassan continued since she couldn't observe any bad reaction from her. Instead she noticed a soft redness appear between her folds. She massaged her groin for another few minutes, running her fingers slowly along her labia, brushing her clit from time to time. The woman moaned helplessly and shifted her hips slightly towards the Doctor's touch. Her vulva had taken on a significant darker and reddened tone and was slightly swollen by now; a clear indication for arousal.
Doctor Hassan smirked. It never ceased to fascinate her how the human body reverted to its fundamental functions when consciousness and logical thinking of the brain become restricted.
“Do you like this, sweetheart? Your body seems quite reactive. Good for us...”
She slipped her index finger into her. Then another. The woman groaned at the unwanted intrusion but didn't resisted this time.
“Good girl. See? Doesn't hurt at all, right?”
Doctor Hassan carried on with the exam. She placed her left hand on the woman's lower abdomen while probing her from the inside. Routinely she detected her ovaries, uterus and bladder and palpated them for any anomalies. She didn't notice anything irregular, but something else caught her attention. She slid her fingers deeper into her and felt for the girl's cervical entrance. The woman uttered a displeased grunt, which Doctor Hassan ignored this time.
“Could it be, your're currently ovulating, honey? What an interesting coincidence. We need to have another look into that matter later.”
A lot of women they received were on some kind of hormonal birth control. As much as she was a supporter of woman's sexual independence, she had to admit, that it could be a major hindrance for their project. Some women needed months until reaching their natural fertility again. So it was always a pleasant surprise, if a new subject happened to be on a natural cycle. This woman appearing to be in the midst of her fertile days, was the icing on the cake for Doctor Hassan. She considered shortening their usual process and inseminating her immediately on the spot.
But first she needed to carry on with the digital exam. Doctor Hassan removed her fingers from her vagina and added a new layer of lube.
“Well, this might be the most uncomfortable part of the exam. But the faster we get through it, the sooner we'll be done.”, she said cheerfully and laid her finger tip onto the woman's anus.
The woman flinched from the cold sensation as Doctor Hassan spread the gel around the little opening. She shot a both horrified and pleading look at the Doctor.
“I'm sorry, but this is part of the protocol. Now please take a few deep breaths and try to relax as much as possible, sweetheart.” Doctor Hassan commanded.
As she worked her finger into her rectum, the woman trembled and let out a distressed grunt, muffled by the mask on her face. Doctor Hassan didn't let herself get distracted by the woman's reaction. She inserted her other hand into her vagina again and examined her pelvic backwall with both hands. She was gentle but thorough and took several minutes of time to make sure the new subject was free from any pathologic changes. The woman's body was squirming under the Doctor's hands from discomfort but she didn't clenched to avoid pain. When Doctor Hassan was sure that everything was normal, she withdrew her finger again, a sensation, to which the woman responded with a deep sigh of relief.
Doctor Hassan got rid of her soiled gloves and stood up. The woman looked up at her in defeat.
“You did very well, darling.”, the Doctor praised her. “You are a perfectly healthy young woman, and a perfect fit for our project.”
Doctor Hassan pulled her service phone from her lab coat pocket and dialed the number of Doctor Fortin.
Doctor Marianne Fortin was a canadian stem-cell researcher and co-leader on their project. They usually make crucial decisions together. Fortunately she was still in her office when Doctor Hassan called.
She described the situation to her and told her about her plan of immediate impregnation.
“And how is she doing right now?”
“Quite well. Had been very obedient throughout the exam...very scared at the beginning but seems to have accepted it at last. She is on nitrous oxide right now.”
“Hmm...on normal circumstances I would want to have her undergo the usual procedures at first. But since we are low on tissue...it might be worth the shot.”
“Yes, I had the same thought. And we already got prepared semen since we are still waiting for Lyn's fertilization.”
“You know what...I'm gonna grab everything we need and meet you with the subject to have a look myself. You're still in the intake room, right?”
“I am. Just finished her initial exam.”
“Good, see you there.”
Doctor Hassan put her phone back into her pocket and searched the nearby cupboards for a thermometer. She found a traditional mercury one and sat down between the woman's legs again.
“Now, I need to measure your temperature. But don't worry, it won't be as uncomfortable as the rectal exam I performed on you before.”, she tried to reassure her.
With a swift motion she slid the instrument deep into her rectum and let it sit there for a while. The woman simply endured it without further resistance.
At that moment, the heavy steel door swang open and Doctor Fortin entered the room, wheeling a cart packed with shiny instruments in front of her. She positioned the cart next to Doctor Hassan and stood beside her to look down onto the newcomer.
“Poor girl.”, she said - “The way they undergo their initital exam...fixed up and restrained like that...never fails making me feeling guilty. At least she doesn't cry yet...”
She took a look at the girl's clipboard.
“She's from France? I didn't know, the institute in Rennes had been searching for suitable women during the last months.”
“They are quite desperate to get more cells for their research. They are doing it via a blood donation event if I recall it correctly. They test their blood after their first visit and if they got a match, they sedate and seize them during their next visit or during another opportunity. They probably tell them they are having a collaps due to the blood loss so the women don't grasp what's happening to them and before they can realize it, they wake up here.”, Doctor Hassan explained.
Doctor Fortin bent over the woman's body and gave her thigh a gentle pat.
“Pas de souci, ma petite. Nous avons bientôt fini...et ensuite tu pourras te reposer.”
The woman didn't respond but looked at her with a tired look. Both of the older women put on a new pair of gloves and turnt their attention back to the woman's exposed crotch. Doctor Fortin traced her inner labia with her finger.
“Slightly swollen and significantly reddened. Clear signs of arousal.”, Doctor Fortin stated.
“I gave her a short massage to loosen her up and she got aroused rather quickly. Could be another sign for recent fertility.”, Doctor Hassan said matter-of-factly.
The thermometer still sitting in the girl's bottom caught Doctor Fortin's eye. She took a look at it's reading.
“Her temperature is above average, but without further reference values it's hard to evaluate if it's connected to her monthly cycle or not. We should have another look inside.”
She removed the thermometer, but took a heavy speculum made of stainless steel from the little cart instead. Doctor Hassan handed her the bottle of lube and she coated it's blades in a thick layer. The woman shuddered as the cold tip made contact with her entrance, but she didn't tightened up this time. Doctor Fortin inserted the harsh metal instrument bit by bit, until it's entire length was sunk into her. She rotated it until it sat in the right position and began to crank it open. The girl whimpered quietly, but Doctor Fortin didn't stop until she deemed her spread wide enough for their means and allowed them a good view onto the girl's cervix.
Doctor Hassan directed the light onto her opening, ensuring that nothing remained concealed from their observing gaze.
“As I thought.” Doctor Hassan stated. - “Her cervical entrance is lowered and slightly opened. Her ovulation is either immediately due, or we missed it by one or two days.”
Her colleague looked at her. “Well, in that case we should really give it a try. We are behind schedule since last month.” Doctor Fortin said and took a lengthy pair of pliers, an endospeculum, from the cart.
“Watch out, the gas doesn't affect her as much a I have hoped for. She won't enjoy this.” Doctor Hassan warned her and stood up to keep the woman still.
She proved to be right. As Doctor Fortin inserted the instrument to widen her cervix, the woman began to struggle from the pain it caused. She whined and bucked her hips, but Doctor Hassan was towering above her with her hands firmly pressed onto her pelvis to keep her from moving.
Doctor Fortin didn't let herself get distracted by the girl's struggles. While keeping it open with the instrument, she inserted a catheter directly through the cervix into the uterus. When she was pleased with it's position, she removed the endospeculum and attached the syringe containing the artificial semen onto the hose.Then she reached for another item left on the tray, a plain white massage wand they use to support conception.
The semen they use to impregnate the women had been genetically altered to produce a large portion of stem cell tissue instead of a functioning embryo. Their genetic preposition by which they had been selected allowed them to conceive the artificial sperm cells, but the chances for successful fertilizations were significantly lower than natural human reproduction. That's why they invented all sort of tricks at the facility to boost the women's fertility. Simulating natural conception through sexual stimulation during insemination had proven to considerably heighten the chances for success, even on sedated or unwilling subjects.
She handed the wand over to Doctor Hassan, wo was massaging the woman's stomach to ease her cramps. The woman's face was still twisted in pain and her breathing was heavy and notably faster than before. She gave them another pleading look.
Doctor Hassan noticed tears streaming down her cheeks. “Don't cry, darling. The worst part is over now. Try to relax and we will make you feel a little bit better soon.”
She turnt on the wand and pressed it without any hesitation onto her groin. The girl reacted with a surprised yelp to the unexpected sensation. Doctor Hassan switched to a higher setting and buried the device deep between her folds next to the girl's clit. The woman's expression has changed from a painful grimace to outright bewilderment at the Doctors' doings. But her body and her gassed mind betrayed her, and soon she squirmed rather from plesaure than pain.
The two women observed her body closely. Since she seemed to enjoy this treatment, Doctor Hassan turnt the wand's intensity another level up and moved it closer to her clit. The woman didn't last much longer and was shaken by quick, unsatisfying orgasm a few moments later. While her body was desperately contracting against the metal speculum, Doctor Fortin used the syringe to shoot the semen directly into her womb.
After a few moments of rest Doctor Hassan continued her treatment and gave her another short orgasm, during which Doctor Fortin removed the catheter. The woman moaned and gasped for air, caught between the contradicting feelings of pain, fear and pleasure, and the numbing effects of the gas. Doctor Hassan didn't want to overstrain her, so she signaled at Doctor Fortin that her treatment was finished for now. As last step the other woman inserted a flat silicone disc into the woman's vagina and placed it right in front of her cervical opening.
“Don't worry, this will be removed tomorrow morning. But for now we need to keep the serum all inside your belly for the night.” she said cheerfully.
The woman was still trembling slightly as they finally removed the speculum. Doctor Fortin checked the location of the retention disc one last time and then gave a short nod towards her colleague, who was caressing the woman's stomach.
Doctor Hassan moved next to the woman's head again and freed her from the heavy breathing mask. The woman's glazed eyes followed her actions. Her cheeks were still wet from tears but right now an expression of quiet endurance and exhaustion was showing on her face. Doctor Hassan fetched a paper tissue and gently wiped her face dry.
“You did very good, dear. You're finished for today and will soon be in a comfortable bed, getting some well-deserved sleep. Welcome to the team.” Doctor Hassan commended her while reaching for a small metallic box that had been sitting on the same table as the girl's intake documents.
She took a slim, pastel blue plastic ribbon out and placed it around the woman's pale neck. It was an identification collar, marking her as property of the facility. It contained a small microchip, which held all important medical data concerning the woman's body and could be updated anytime. The material of the collar was an extremely durable polymer, almost impossible to destroy without heavy tools.
Doctor Hassan used a special key to seal the collar around the girl's neck. Now she was easy to recognize and identify among the other women. Doctor Fortin was already preparing the latest entry for the girl's record, putting a check on the intake exam and adding an extra notion with date and time of the executed insemination. She transferred the data onto the chip through scanning it with her phone, which confirmed the succesful transmission with a beep.
The woman watched them with a puzzled look. Her dazed mind was still trying to grasp the whole situation, but couldn't make any sense of it.
“Looks like we are done here.”, Doctor Hassan finally announced and covered the woman's lower body with the paper blanket. They made no effort to remove the restraints.
“The nurses will come again soon and give you a little jab, that will make you fall asleep in no time. Then I will see you again tomorrow.” Doctor Hassan smiled at the woman but it wasn't returned. The two women left the room, surrendering the newcomer to the nurses' care again.
That's it my dear, just keep breathing in those fumes. Succumb to it and let all your concerns drift away as you drift away to dream land. You are going to eventually enjoy your new life.
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