Chapter 16: Injections
I noticed how Caroline was quite flushed after she returned from her visit to the restroom. She was obviously not accustomed to walking around half naked in public places yet, but I suspected she was also quite aroused. I was really surprised. Usually this happened later in the program and the fact that she was so sexual, showed great promise. I would like to perform some tests with her soon to see how her libido responded to various situations.
But first I had to prepare her physically for the program we were going to put her through. It was all highly experimental. The boss had told me that a lot depended on the success of this experimental model. It could make fortunes in the future. I still had my doubts if it could work, but having studied some other experiments that had been performed in the past, I had become a little bit more confident.
I welcomed Caroline back and after unlocking her cuffs, I helped her to strip completely naked. Then I told her to sit in the examination chair. This time she didn’t ask questions, she just assumed I needed to check her pulse again or something. However, when I went to the cupboard to get a dish with syringes and some vials, she became a little more anxious.
“What’s that?” she asked while looking closely at what I did.
“I need to give you a few shots,” I said, while preparing the first syringe. “This first one is a kind of contraceptive.”
“You said this was not about having sex,” she objected. “And speaking about that, I just had an experience in the restroom and it was plain harassment. I also heard what my three roommates were talking about last night, and it was only dealing with sex.” She looked at me with a flushed face. “We are nothing but prostitutes, aren’t we?”
“No, you won’t be a prostitute. And the girls that do become prostitutes are most likely the most expensive ones around. Not for just anybody.”
“But you said I was not going to have sex.”
“Sex is not the main thing, that’s what I said, but that does not mean you won’t have any intercourse,” I explained. “And you don’t want to get pregnant in the next year while working for us, do you?”
She shook her head but she clearly wasn’t too happy about this.
“What kind of contraceptive is it?” she asked.
“Well, it’s a combination of several hormones that will fool your body into thinking you are pregnant. It contains hormones like progesterone, oestrogen and oxytocin.”
“Hold on,” she said incredulously. “You want my body to think I am pregnant?”
“Yes, that way you won’t ovulate. And you can’t get pregnant. But it will also prevent you from having periods.”
“What? Isn’t that dangerous?” she protested weakly.
“Not at all. And I bet some women would really prefer having something like this instead of the pill.”
“Then why isn’t this available?”
“Funny enough most women felt less feminine without menstruation periods.”
She nodded as she could understand that.
“I am not sure I would like to end my periods either,” she said. She probably didn’t suffer from her periods like some women do, with heavy cramps and mood swings.
“It is a job requirement,” I explained. “We can’t have a doll wearing menstruation pads and tampons for a certain amount of days every month. And you don’t want to walk around half naked while leaking blood, do you?”
She shook her head and sighed. I had prepared the syringe and coming over to her I told her to lean over to her left side so I could inject her butt cheek.
“Why my butt?” she asked.
“So it won’t give you a sore arm,” I explained. She sighed but cooperated, wincing a bit while I gave her the injection. I put the syringe away and told her to lie down.
“By the way,” I said, while I started to prepare another syringe, “You might feel a bit nauseous the next few days. Morning sickness. But that’s normal and it will pass soon enough. It’s just the hormones changing your body. And tomorrow you will have some menstruation. I will give you pads and tampons.”
“I thought the injection was going to prevent me from having my period,” she said while rubbing her stomach as if she was already feeling something.
“This is only one time. Your womb will shed its inner lining and it won’t grow back until the hormones have stopped working. Which is also why you need another shot in three months.
So far she had accepted what I told her and also the injection in her butt. She lied down on the table as instructed but when she saw me turn back to her while holding a much bigger syringe, she frowned.
“What is that for?” she asked, feeling less secure about this one. The first injection had only been 5 ml, with a short and thin needle. Now I was holding a 20 ml syringe with a much larger needle.
“This is a special cocktail,” I explained, “a mixture of more hormones, like prolactin. It will work together with the previous substance I injected you with to convince your body further that you are pregnant. In fact, this will stimulate the milk glands in your breasts.”
“Why in earth do I need that?” she asked a little more loud.
“This will cause you to produce milk,” I explained calmly.
“I do not want that,” she said while covering her breasts with her hands.
“It’s part of your job,” I explained. “Some customers will want milk in their coffee and your breasts are going to produce that.”
“Gah, you’re mad! You are all mad!” she exclaimed.
“Not really,” I replied. “Now be a good girl and let me give you the injection.”
“Forget it,” she said and she got up from the chair. I sighed.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” I said and I patted the chair to make her sit down again. “Either you help me or I get a few strong men in here, we hold you down and I inject you anyways. That will be much more painful though.”
“But I don’t want this,” she squealed. “What if I get breasts cancer from it?”
“You won’t,” I said while shaking my head. “It’s all tested thoroughly and it’s also used on livestock. The cows who received these hormones never got ill from it and it increased milk production ten times over.”
“It will hurt!” she exclaimed. “And I am not a cow!”
“Yes, probably it will hurt, but not for long. On the positive side, these hormones will also make your nipples extremely sensitive. Even more than they already are. Imagine how easy it will be to have orgasms then. I promise you, it will be fun.”
That made her hesitate, but then she stepped back, shaking her head.
“I think I want out,” she said with a trembling voice. “I… I don’t like it. And I do not want to be turned into a cow.” I put the syringe down and sighed. Another crisis. If only they had given me more time to take it slow, that would have made things so much easier. In two weeks’ time she would not have protested against any injection.
“I know it all sounds crazy to you now,” I tried to calm her down, “but I promise you, in time it will all become clear to you. Which part of your training do you find the hardest?” I tried to give her an opportunity to get things off her chest.
“The nudity,” she replied, “and the touching, the masturbation, the punishment and now also the injections. I hate it all.” She had crossed her arms and looked quite angry at me. “Why wasn’t I told about any of this when I had my job interviews?”
“Would you have said ‘yes’?” I asked her in return. She shook her head.
“Why do you hate becoming aroused?” I then asked.
“I … don’t,” she replied, “but… it’s not what I ask for, isn’t it? I mean, it’s all forced on me.”
“Do you want to have a choice? Control?” I asked. She nodded, but then hesitated.
“Maybe not all the time, but I want to have some say in it,” she added.
“I understand,” I said, “I get what you are feeling. It’s all very new and you are discovering feelings you didn’t know you had. I can imagine how it’s all very confusing to you.”
She listened and nodded.
“I am going to give you a day off,” I said, “so you can recover a bit and make up your mind. Tomorrow evening you can tell me if you want to stay in or not.”
She sighed and glanced at me. Then she pressed her lips together and said “thank you.”
I then patted on the chair and picked up the syringe again.
“But first you need to get your shots.”
“I haven’t decided yet,” she said in protest.
“I know, and you can decide tomorrow. But if you don’t take these shots, the decision is no longer yours. Our customer wants you done in two weeks and these shots need time to work properly. We need to start today. So for now you need to accept this, no matter what you decide.”
She bit her lower lip and looked at me, arms still folded. I could almost see the cogs in her heard turning.
“There will be no damage?” she asked. I knew I had her at that moment and shook my head.
“Trust me, you will love the effect this will have on your body,” I tried to convince her further. Carefully she took a step closer while lowering her hands. Then she sat down on the chair and looked at me.
“Please be careful,” she said softly.
“Of course,” I replied. “It’s best if you hold your breast yourself,” I said. “Just take your right breast in both hands and squeeze it so the nipple sticks out.”
“Wait, you’re going to inject my nipple?” she said while her face reddened further. “Why not in my butt?”
“You don’t want your butt to start lactating, do you?”
She gave me a sullen face in reply.
“I will stick the needle into your nipple and I know, that will hurt, but not for long. I’ll then inject the substance into the deeper parts of your breast,” I explained. “That will also hurt, but again, only for a short while.”
She shuddered and hesitated again. I waited. Then she slowly took her breast in her hand and squeezed the nipple out.
“Please be gentle, sir” she said softly.
“Of course,” I said, noticing how she used the word ‘sir’ for the first time. I smiled and hoped it would stick.
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I aimed the needle towards her left nipple and she looked at it with big eyes. As I slowly pushed the needle against her nipple, the little knob inverted and disappeared into her breast. She groaned as it stung. I gave the needle a little stab to actually puncture her flesh. Caroline gasped and whimpered. I slowly pulled the needle back a little, to make her nipple reappear. Then I pinched the nipple with my free hand to keep it out, while I pushed the needle deeper into her breast tissue.
“Ahhh,” the girl gasped, watching me do it with eyes as big as saucers. Tears leaped to her eyes and she cursed.
“Oh, that hurts, bastard!”
“What happened to ‘sir’?” I replied and I pulled the needle out a little, only to push it back in.
“Please, don’t do that,” she whimpered and she quickly also added a ‘sir’ to her plea.
“Breath slowly,” I said, “as if you are puffing.” She started to puff and slowly I began to push the plunger in, injecting the first few drops of the liquid into her breast. I felt my penis stiffening like crazy while I saw the white liquid disappear through the needle that was sticking deep into her breast. I had not told her everything that was in the serum. The mixture also contained the hormone prostaglandin, to keep her breast tissue from rejecting the substance. I had collected my own semen earlier that day to add it to the cocktail. Semen was rich in proteins and disinfectants, as well as this hormone. Besides, the idea of my semen being injected into this beautiful woman’s breast, gave me wood like crazy.
I pulled the needle back out a little and pushed it back in to reach a different part of her breast. Again the gentle pressure on the plunger.
“Gah,” panted Caroline, having closed her eyes and groaning in discomfort.
“What do you feel?” I asked, “describe it to me.”
“I can… ah… feel something cold… in my breast… ah… and then it starts to hurt… it burns…”
I nodded and tried not to smile. At the same time I released my hand from her nipple to adjust my junk in my pants to make it less constricted. With her eyes closed she didn’t notice me doing that.
“It won’t take long,” I said, reassuring her, again pinching her nipple and redirecting the needle. “Almost done.” I was only half way but she didn’t need to know that.
“I noticed you called me ‘sír’,” I said, in part to make conversation so she would be distracted. “Why did you?”
“I don’t… know,” she said while still panting. “I… you said I should… or would…”
“Am I taking good care of you?” I asked.
She gave me a look as if I was crazy, since I was still injecting her breast. But then she frowned and her face grew softer.
“Yes, you are,” she said softly. Apparently she had noticed my soft touch.
In the meantime I kept pushing the plunger in and by moving the needle in and out in several directions inside her breast, I was delivering the potion in several small dosages in several places inside her breast. It was only 20 ml, but I took time to allow her breast tissue to take in the substance.
“Pl… please, no more…” whimpered Caroline when I was almost done. I noticed a tear running down her cheeks.
“Almost there,” I said, “You are doing wonderful, hang in there.”
“Please sir…” she sobbed. I finished at that moment and slowly pulled the needle out.
“Use your fingers to massage your breast,” I said. “That will help spreading it and it will ease down the pain.”
“It hurts,” she whimpered with tears in her eyes, carefully massaging her breast. “It feels like fire inside.”
“It will soon get better,” I assured her, while I helped her by gently massaging her nipple, which likely was also aching. With a flushed face she massaged her own breast, groaning as she spread the mixture evenly inside her breast tissue. But slowly she stopped groaning as the pain likely grew less and less furious. I imagined it would turn into a dull aching sensation. She looked flushed and while she wiped the tears from her face, she declared she was feeling better.
“Good,” I said, picking the second 20 ml syringe from the tray. “Now for your other breast.”
She took it like a champ, despite a little whimpering. I didn’t tell her at this point that I needed to do this every day for the next seven days and then again once a week for the whole time she was with us. Or that the volume of the serum would go up as her breasts would grow bigger.
