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   "Just doing a routine health and safety check today, Miss…?"

   "Ummm, Mrs. Stevens."

   "Very good, Mrs. Stevens. Is your husband home? We'd like to convey this message to all residents."

   "Well no, he'll be home a little past five, if work doesn't run late."

   The man gave me a rueful smile. "Understandable, well my name is Jim, mam, and I'm just checking on the spore problem we've been having here in our little town. It's important that we administer this spray on all infected persons and homes in the area. Have you smelled anything like this recently?" From a spray bottle he spritzed a puff of mist into my face.

   It smelled sweet but left me feeling a little dizzy. "No, Sir, I can't…. say that I've smelled… anything like that recently." My body was relaxing, involuntarily. 

   "Well that just means that the premises have not yet been treated properly." He placed a hand under my arm when I listed to the side. "I'm so sorry, you look like you might faint. Let's get you inside." He turned me around and placing his arm under mine helped me through the door. Closing and locking it behind us, he then ushered me over to the couch. "Now just rest for a moment. The spores might be having an effect on you. Here, let's give you one more treatment." With that he sprayed another puff of mist into my face. 

   I relaxed into the sofa and allowed my head to fall onto the throw pillow. I could feel my body but wasn't completely in control of my motor functions. 

   The strange man stroked my hair in a sort of comforting way. "Don't worry, Mrs. Stevens. As soon as we take care of the spores, you'll feel so much better. What's your first name?"

   "Nila," I said sleepily.

   "Well, Nila, I am going to take good care of you. I'm going to give you a very special treatment because that spray is only going to last for a few more minutes and when it wears off I want you to have protection." He paused a beat. "Green?" 

   I breathed calmly, "Green, Sir."

   "Good." He leaned my head further to the side, exposing my neck. 

   I felt a pin prick as the needle slid into my skin there. The treatment felt warm as it spread through my body. After a moment, my nipples became hard and my clit was starting to tingle. A soft moan escaped my lips.

   "That's it," he stroked my hair, "just let the treatment take effect. You might start feeling some of the secondary benefits like increased sensations, difficulty thinking straight, mmmmm… suggestablity, and even increased wetness in your…" he leaned down to my ear, secretively whispering, "pussy." 

   I moaned.

   Placing a hand on my crotch, he kneaded softly over my pants and didn't move his mouth from against my ear. "Are you experiencing any of these symptoms, Nila?" his seductive voice continued. 

   "Yes," I breathed, feeling so relaxed and horny now.

   "One of my jobs is to make you feel good, Nila, because the spores could be anywhere and they make you feel bad." He continued kneading my mound over my jeans. 

   All I could do was purr. My mind felt blank and filled with need.

   "We're just gonna wait a few more minutes for the paralyzing agents to burn off in your system and the submissive drugs to take their full effect so we can have some real fun."

   I reached down and grabbed his hand, whimpering as it pressed against my sex.

   "Very good, Nila! Now we see if you can stay up." He got me to my feet, still a little wobbly, but firm. "You're such a good girl and a fast learner I think." He placed his mouth against my ear again, talking softly. "Your clothes are covered in spores and keep me from touching your bare skin. Please help me remove all of them."

   It… didn't sound quite right to be naked in front of this man. "I don't think… that's a good…"

   "Good girls want to do as they're told." He held my head in place, rubbing my scalp as his words went straight into my ear and invaded my brain. "It's so important for us to take your clothes off so I can access your skin and give you the proper treatment. Nila, please help me remove all your clothes." He moved his other hand to my throat then and looked me right in the eyes. "Be a good girl and do as I say."

   "Yes, Sir." I responded meekly as his words permeated my thoughts and became my own. 

   "Mmmm…" he half-growled. "You are such a good girl. I'm gonna enjoy treating you." With that he pulled my shirt over my head and exposed my breasts. Booby jail was never present on my days off. "Oh my, these need special treatment, don't they?" He took a nipple between two fingers and grabbed hold of the other breast.

   "I'm not sure…. it's appropriate for you to…"

   His mouth latched onto my other nipple, leaving me speechless. 

   Pleasure alarms started going off all over my body. I could feel his tongue teasing my nipple, and my pussy began to throb and get even wetter. 

   He suckled for what felt like an eternity, and then, when I thought he was done, he switched sides and moved to the other nipple. He sighed finally and released my nipples from his mouth. "I'm so sorry, babe. Gonna need to come back and treat those more later." He unbuttoned and pulled down my pants just slowly enough so as not to topple me over. Then he looked up at me. "Are you going to be a good girl and get your treatments without any more fuss?" 

   I blinked and tried to comprehend his question. My brain was filled with pleasure and lust. 

   He stood up and grabbed me by the throat again, teasing a nipple in his other hand. "Mmmm… if we've passed the point of your brain functioning through the pleasure and you're now my little fuck doll who needs me to fill all her pretty holes, you can just say, 'yes Master' from now on in response to anything I ask. Are you my good little fuck doll?" He squeezed my throat slightly.

   My eyes rolled back into my head in pure bliss and a little drool came out the corner of my mouth. I licked it, pathetically and then moaned, "Yes, Master."

   "Oh, you are the perfect little whore aren't you?" He trailed his fingers down my chest, rubbed my belly, and finally slid his hand under my panties. He growled. "Such a wet pussy for a needy little whore." His fingers rubbed my clit. Do you neeeeed something in your cunt, my little fuck doll?"

   I moaned at the pressure on my slit. "Yes, Master," I managed to squeak out.

   "Mmmm… such a lovely whore with even lovelier holes." He pushed a finger into my snatch. After pushing his fingers on my sensitive pussy for a bit, he asked, "Are you gonna cum from me playing with your pussy?"

   Moaning uncontrollably, I breathed, "No, Master."

   "Hmmm, that's too bad." He slowed down for a moment. "How are you?"

   "Green, Sir." I barely moaned.

   "Oh, so this needy cunt needs a very specific treatment." He pushed me back onto the couch and pulled off my pants and panties. "I'm gonna see how your soaking pussy tastes." He grabbed my hips and positioned me at the edge of the cushion, diving face first into my cunt with his tongue. 

   I writhed in pleasure. 

   "Oh, yes! Such a sweet pussy." Two of his fingers plunged into my opening. 

   My scream was visceral. 

   "You're gonna be begging me to cum in no time at all. But you must ask for permission before you cum." His tongue returned to its task of sliding up and down my slit. 

   My hands instinctively grabbed what material I could reach of the couch. Blissful pleasure rocking my body as he continued his assault on my soaked pussy. "Please….." I moaned.

   He looked up at me, fingers continuing. "Please, what, Princess?"

   I moaned deeper. "Please may I cum?"

   "Mmmm… no… you may not." His tongue went back to teasing. Whenever my pussy clenched down, he slowed his fingers and tongue. "That's it, feel me edging all your remaining thoughts away. Whores don't need thoughts." His tongue returned, building my pleasure higher and closer to orgasm again. 

   I clenched and moaned, so very close.

   He slowed. "Edging is bliss." Tongue returning and getting me close again until I clenched. Slowing. "Edging issss bliss. That's it. Isn't edging bliss?" 

   "Yesss, Massster…."

   "Oh, poor baby, let me help you." In smooth motions, he removed his fingers and swiftly slid his cock deep inside my pussy. He grabbed my throat then and thrusted in and out slowly. "There, that's a happy pussy. I could tell your slutty hole needed to be stuffed with cock. Isn't that right my little fuck doll?"

   My eyes rolled back into my head. "Yessss…. Massster….."

   "Such a good little whore." He grunted. "I'm gonna fill you with cum soon." Teasing my clit with his free hand, he was urgent. "Cum for me, cum while my cock is fucking your slutty pussy." A few more thrusts. "Yes, that's it, cum with me!" 

   As we both screamed our orgasms, I felt a load of cum filling my pussy. A few moments later, I collapsed onto the sofa and my brain was met with blissful sleep. 

   When I woke up a while later in my partner's arms, he was stroking my hair. "How was that baby? How are you feeling?"

   "That was sooo good. We can debrief later." I took the water he handed me and sipped it slowly. "The safety pin prick on my neck was a nice touch." I relaxed against his chest and started to drift.