The Mothafuckn' Underworld is my HOME; Drugs, Sex, Money, encapsulated in ART.
The chains bit into Alex's wrists as he sagged, exhaustion burning through his limbs.
"Why?"
He asked the figure, as she stepped forward, needle in hand.
"Because I love my art,"
Jugg answered, stepping out of the shadows into the light.
She lifted the needle, flicking the barrel to release the few, stray trapped air bubbles at the bottom, and with a final depression of the plunger to squeeze the air out in a fountain of pink liquid.
"I warned you I was about the drugs, sex and money when we first met," She explained, tapping his arm with her long nails as she searched for a vein. "It's not my fault you never stopped to question what I loved about them."
Alex winced as the needle sank into his flesh, stinging.
"You don't have to do this,"
He mumbled, the coolness of the liquid standing out against the warmth of his body as it entered.
"You're right, I don't have to do this."
Jugg said, only paying half-attention as she withdrew the needle, placing the cotton swap over the entry point to stem any bleeding.
"The thing is I want to do this. I want to turn you into living art, my sweet Bimbo."
Alex's body began to tingle, a creeping heaviness entering his system that begged him to sink down and give up all resistance.
"The drug part?"
She continued, the question utterly rhetorical.
"Well, sure, I enjoy the occasional blunt, but it's far more fun to test my feminising concoctions on unwitting beta boys like yourself. The first injection is just a taster. It’s very more-ish isn’t it?”
Alex wanted to deny her, wanted to spit it back in Jugg's face, but a creeping sense of euphoria and arousal vied against muscle fibres that seemed to surrender every ounce of tension. He sagged, his legs threatening to collapse out from under him.
For her part, Jugg vanished for a fleeting movement, swapping out the needle the visor and headset that slid into place on top of Alex’s head..
"The sex part?” She continued. “Well, it was fun taking your anal virginity from you, but you’ve such a tight ass that it’s almost a shame to deny it from anyone else.”
Alex tilted his head up to meet her gaze. Even through the darkened visor, he could see the intensity in her stare. The promise held in her gaze as she spoke.
"And the money part? Well, once conditioned into being a good bimbo, fuck doll, you'll pay me back all the money I'm going to invest into you. You’ll be my finest creation yet: Big titted, dig sucking lips and a bubble butt that will take all the cock on offer. There are so many rich perverts out there, willing to pay top dollar for ass like yours.”
Alex moaned, the despair and need vying equally for attention as he considered his future. He'd seen the other girl's working Jugg's estate, walking around like obedient automatons in next to nothing, all sporting the same glazed expression and sporting the same massive erections. He’d assumed they were just girl’s Jugg had hired to serve all her paying guests, not that they had all been horny, gullible men like himself.
"I...no..."
He managed to squeeze out, squeezing his eyes closed in a vain attempt to regain some sense of self-control.
"You say that, now,"
Jugg smirked, reaching out for something hidden in the darkness.
"But between how addictive my syrum is, and the fuck ton of brainwashing I'm about to put you through..."
A single tap sounded and static filled Alex's ears, followed by a familiar voice as the visor sprung to life with pink swirls.
"Hello, Alex,"
Jugg's disembodied tone whispered over the headphones,
"By now the injection will have made it so hard to think for yourself. That's okay, a good bimbo shouldn't have to think for herself, should she?"
Alex wanted to deny the wisdom in those words, but the spiral tugged at what remained of his conscious mind. Everything was so heavy ; so horny. It was easier just to agree with those words, even if it did confuse him why that velvety voice was referring to him as she.
"So I'm going to do all the thinking for you, my sweet Bimbo," The voice continued, promising to lift the weight of responsibility from his shoulders. "Mistress Jugg is always right..."
Alex squirmed, his subconscious mind trying to buck the phrase before it sank too deeply in.
"Mistress Jugg knows best."
A fleeting flicker of the spiral interrupted his thoughts, the after image of a hot bimbo sporting a cock imprinted on uis mind.
"You want to obey Mistress Jugg."
A soft gasp tore from his lips as some hidden trigger induced a pleasure cascade.
"You want to obey Mistress Jugg's cock."
Ghostly sensations of being left full and slutty returned, the vestiges of his tryst with Mistress Jugg just hours earlier. She had left him feeling so used. So dirty. Such a good little slut for Mistress Jugg...
The pleasure-spike returned stronger, his mind soaking in words and images that he was only half aware of.
Mistress Jugg was right.
Mistress Jugg was his Goddess.
Mistres Jugg was...
He was too far gone when his cock dribbled out his first orgasm, Mistress Jugg on the call to her favourite plastic surgeon.
"I've got another one for you to work on, Charles... Ahuh. Yep. Pencil her in for a month's time...?"
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