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Annie

Ihad my slave bound and trussed even more crudely than I needed her for a simple exam. The fact that I could humiliate her at the same time I gave myself pleasure was nice but I wasn't kidding that I wanted her feedback and I wasn't kidding that I wanted to be certain she was all right. Any new drug needs a trial period.

She was basically that. Didn't mean I wanted anything to happen to her in the process. The very fact of curing her addiction meant she wanted to live and it would be stupid to let her die of some mutation or cancer or blood-borne illness contracted because of taking rainforest drugs without backup exams.

As always, making her squirm was a bonus. She was embarrassed beyond belief. At a doctor's office, there'd be curtains around the table, and plasticky papery gowns and drapes. All to make the woman feel a little more secure.

Secure was the last thing I wanted for her. Yet it was all a bonus because the real intent was to get the information I needed to run the tests I want to run. St. Martin Pharma could take off like anything and do major good in the world if these rainforest cures were legit as I think they are. I know for certain they work to cut the addiction. I want to make sure that a year or two down the line women who are recovering from opioids aren't dying of something exotic or common as cancer.

"If you continue like that, I will gag you," I told her, because she was swearing and red-faced and fighting the restraints. As if I were stupid enough to leave her any room to escape.

If I had, it would only be so I could punish her later for having done so.

There was no reason not to make the exam pleasant at the beginning, though. It would offend Annie all the more if I all but got her purring and coming by running my hands over and over her silky, pink-tipped breasts. I toyed with her nipples until the position in which Id trapped her left no doubt about her excitement. She's twenty-four and in great shape – her breasts are full and taut and clean of any malignancies I'd be able to feel with a digital exam.

Moving onward, I moved the table to stretch her arms out over head. "I'm going to do the blood draw now," I told her and watched as she shook her head back and forth, violently moving the only thing she could really move. "It's going to hurt a lot more if you don't cooperate and keep still."

It wasn’t my words that got her attention, though. It was the needle harness and the plastic tubing. This was going to be a big draw. I already had her breakfast waiting – protein shake, sugary cream cheese spread for a bagel I'd toast, eggs, spinach, nuts and orange juice. And the biggest mug of coffee she can manage if she's a good girl.

"Please, sir."

That was enough to get her a soft touch of her cheek before I swabbed the inside of her elbow and slid the needle into her vein. She hissed as if I'd just stabbed her. The girl really doesn't like needles. Such an interesting contradiction given, if I’d looked, I could find the scars from her shooting up.

The bloodwork took a couple of minutes, and when I was finished, there was only the main part of the exam left. Rearranging the table, I laid her back flat and brought her legs up high to give me access. She was begging and cursing pretty much simultaneously. Almost like she was speaking in tongues. She'd still get the coffee, but before the day was out, I saw a cropping in her future.

A sub I used to occasionally play with who was very into humiliation and medical play once told me that "you'll feel a little pinch" when the speculum goes in is doctor speak for "grab hold of the table and get ready, ‘cause this is going to hurt." Whatever doctor she was going to, he must have had some sadist in him, because it doesn't have to hurt like that.

But Annie really was going to feel a little pinch. Or a big one. Because along with the medical samples I want, I was placing a tracker she wasn’t going to know about. Ever since the dinner party I'd had a bad feeling that something is about to change, whether from her side or from Vincent's. Even if it turned out I'm completely wrong, eventually honor will compel me to loan her out for the requisite two weeks.

She went still during the actual exam, just collapsed into herself, probably going somewhere else in her head. If that somewhere else involved my death, I wouldn't be overly surprised.

Or concerned.

"You're going to feel a little pinch," I said, looking deep inside her and threading the tracker into place.

"Go fuck yourself," she said in a flat voice.

I realized she was crying. Medical play isn't my favorite thing. Lots of opportunities to cause pain and embarrass the masochist, but there were reasons I didn't go into medicine directly and the whole thing was only interesting from the point of view of what I can do to the sub. But if this was a step in breaking her, so be it.

I triggered the device to plant the tracker and she gave a short, horrified scream. "Please don't!"

"Shh," I said, not ungently. "It's over. That's it. You're finished. We'll get you cut loose and you can go have a bath. Or a shower or a nap or whatever you want. You can leave the cameras covered."

I actually felt bad. Whatever that had felt like, it had clearly hurt.

"Fuck you," Annie said. She seemed to be speaking to the ceiling. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you."

Well, okay. I didn't feel bad enough she wouldn't be paying for that later. I unbuckled the restraints and now that it was all over, laid a drape over her body to give her privacy. She pulled it around her like a Linus blanket and a cover, and turned on her side, curling into a fetal ball.

There was only one door she'd find open for her when she was ready to move, and it would lead her back into her cell. I left her there curled into a ball, crying quietly, and wondered if in trying to keep her safe, I'd finally found the way of breaking her that took everything one step too far.

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