She didn't know how long she'd been alone but it was long enough for the IV bag to be completely drained for some time. The recording played relentlessly in the background, just quiet enough for her to need to focus to make out the words but loud enough that it was always present in her mind. She was torn between extreme arousal and berating herself for being weak enough to sign her freedom away.

Eventually, though, Dr. Riddle did come back into the room. He groped her breasts, his gloved fingers gliding across her sweat-soaked skin, sending jolts of pleasure down to her very core.

"Well, you've made some nice growth progress. I only expected your breasts to grow a size and a half, and here they are almost double what they were!" He reached over and took the IV needle from her arm and removed the mask from her face. The first breath of untainted air she took in was like a splash of cold water to her system. She gasped and strained against the bindings on her arms and legs.

"Ah, ah, ah. We can't have that. Now behave or the mask goes back on." She stopped struggling, quickly weighing her options.

Her very, very limited options.

"Now, here's how this is going to go." The doctor pulled up a chair and sat on it next to her. "You can either sink into this with grace and be my most prized option or you can fight this the whole way through and I can sell you off to the first piece of scum that offers me money for you. The first option…" She struggled to keep up as his hand crept up her inner thigh. "Well, the first option you'll be able to orgasm as much as you can handle." Two fingers slid into her with ease, exploring her insides and drawing out moans from her. "You'll be treated oh so well and I'll keep you for as long as it takes to find a kind and gentle owner who will treat you just as good as I will. The second option," he ripped his fingers from her just as she was on the brink of an orgasm, "is much worse. I have buyers that will abuse you until you're just a shell. That will rip away any will to fight, to survive the tortures they so desperately like to inflict on their property. So, which is it going to be? Will you behave for me?"

She ran through both scenarios in her mind and no matter how she looked at it the only way out of this with any sort of sanity would be through option one. After all, she wouldn't need to worry about money anymore. And money had been such a stress in her life. It had consumed her entire being for all too long, and the thought of never having to worry about money again relieved so much stress that she felt the constant weight on her shoulders lift.

"I'll behave." The doctor smiled at her, making something inside her melt a little. He was handsome before but now with the added hormones and aphrodisiacs he was downright gorgeous. Right down to the long fingers that were undoing the straps around her legs, taunting her with how easily they could just slip right into her if he'd only move them a little bit further up. She was so focused on it that she nearly jumped out of her mind when she felt his other hand squeeze her breast.

"Such pretty noises you make. Now, I'm going to take these straps off and you're going to get dressed into the outfit that's on the chair behind you. Then I'm going to blindfold you and you're going to be brought to my home. We'll go from there, alright?" She nodded and waited for him to leave once the straps were off. "What, you thought I'd leave you alone? No. Now get dressed before I get impatient with you."

The 'clothes' he wanted her to wear was in actuality a skimpy sparkly crimson mini-dress with a V neckline that dipped to reveal just barely the top of her navel. It barely reached mid-thigh and clung to her in obscene ways. The back dipped so low that she felt like her crack was on display. When she turned back to the doctor, he was eyeing her with such hunger that she immediately felt juices flowing down her thighs.

"Very good." Something in her clung to the praise. "Now close your eyes." She did so and felt a piece of silk slide over her face before she was guided out of the door. Where she was steered after that, she had no idea. At some point she felt cooler air and heard noises that cued her to being outside but was very quickly ushered into a vehicle-the back, if Dr. Riddle's sliding in next to her and telling someone to take them 'home'-wherever that was-was anything to go by.

His hands brought her closer to him and he whispered in her ear, "Just don't make any noise." She didn't have any time to prepare herself for the sudden prick she felt in her upper arm, nor for the sudden spike of arousal that accosted her. She fought with all her might to stay quiet, but she was vaguely aware of the small whimper that did escape. He just chuckled-or did she hear two chuckles?-before she felt his hands slide under her dress to play with her nipples. "Remember, you must stay quiet if you want to cum tonight." And with that reminder he pinched and squeezed to his heart's content, all while Hermione went nearly mad with the effort it took to stay quiet. She wasn't sure if it was the drugs he'd clearly just injected her with or if it was the blindfold, or the overwhelming events of the day that made her want to obey him, but she decided to give into it for the time being.

It clearly wasn't that long of a drive, but it felt like an eternity for Hermione. Eventually she felt his hands readjusting her breasts into the dress and let him help her out of the vehicle. She stopped to pull her dress down a bit as it had ridden up during the ride, but Tom stopped her and readjusted it himself.

She was mortified to realize he had shortened the length of the dress so it sat just under her butt cheeks rather than the almost-mid-thigh it was before.

The walk from there was short-up some stairs, through a door, down what she assumed was a hallway, and through another door before she heard the click of a lock. She almost reached for the blindfold but decided against it. The last thing she needed right now was to make him angry-who knew what he would do.

Hands on her shoulders nudged her a few feet until she felt her legs stop at the edge of a mattress. She reached out a hand to make sure she felt what she thought she did and right as the shock of being correct started to sink in, her shoulders were pushed down and her feet kicked apart. He pulled her hips back into his so their groins were pressed together, the only thing separating them being his trousers. She whimpered.

"Ah, don't cut off your noises here unless I explicitly tell you to. You got that?" He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, something that sparked pleasure deep within her.

"Yes," she whimpered, even as her hips moved against him. She was terrified, but very aroused at the same time. It was confusing, it was clearly induced by all the chemical changes and drugs, and it was endlessly frustrating to her that she was struggling to not enjoy every second of it.

He licked and sucked at her neck, right where it met her shoulder, making her body shudder in pleasure. The hand in her hair kept her still, causing her scalp to tingle; although, she couldn't tell if it was caused by the sting of her hair being pulled or the pleasure of being fully under someone else's control. His other hand trailed over her belly until it cupped her there, a place he'd been able to easily access with the way he'd adjusted the hem of her dress earlier.

"My, such pretty noises you make," he nipped her neck with his teeth, just enough to get her to whimper. "And so wet, too." As if to prove his point, he trailed his fingers over her opening, spreading her juices anywhere he touched. "But you seem to be having a hard time relaxing. I'm sure I can remedy that." He chuckled in her ear, low and seductive. It sent chills down her spine.

She let him guide her onto the bed so she was laying on her stomach, her head turned so she could continue to breathe. She felt something similar to the straps back in the doctor's office being used to tie her wrists together behind her back. She could feel the effects of the drugs wearing off, but she was acutely aware that she had no means to defend herself and had already signed her life away to him.

And with this new mental clarity, she couldn't really find a downside. She'd been barely scraping by, always worried about the next person who would show up to settle more of the debt her parents had left her. She'd never even had the time to think about dating. But now…now she didn't have to worry about that. About any of it. It was like she'd been carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders and suddenly it was gone. All because one man had decided to drug her and coerce her into signing her life to him.

She was jerked out of these thoughts by the tightening of another strap around her neck. She'd been so preoccupied with her thoughts, she hadn't even realized he'd put a strap-or was it a collar?-on her throat. She decided it had to have been a collar when she felt it being pulled from behind, as he'd obviously had some sort of lead attached to it. He pulled her up into a sitting position and leaned in close to her, his scent surrounding her.

"Have the drugs started to wear off?" She nodded, too afraid to say anything. "Would you like some more?" Before she'd even had a chance to nod, he'd already stuck another needle into her, this one into her thigh. Another needle pricked her arm. The effects weren't instant, but she relaxed knowing that she'd soon not be in control of her actions for whatever else he had planned. She might not be fighting her new life, but she sure as hell wasn't going to be pleading for anything while sober.

"Just you wait, you'll be begging for me in no time. Even without the drugs. Speaking of, can you feel anything different?" She did, so she nodded. "Would you like to know what's happening? Don't bother answering, I'll tell you because I want you to know what's happening.

"The first shot I gave you is a more localized aphrodisiac. Your lower region is going to crave my touch, even after you've had multiple orgasms. Until it's beyond painful. You'll still crave me here," he touched her clit and she saw stars. She hadn't orgasmed, but the sudden sensation on such raw nerves made it close.

"The second one is merely to keep your body relaxed. I don't want to worry about you running away while I'm fetching some…toys, shall we call them? You won't be able to do anything more than take what I give you." As if to prove his point, he released his hold on the lead and try as she might, she couldn't remain upright and felt herself fall back to the mattress. The sudden pressure made the nerves in her nipples send lightning bolts of pleasure and pain straight to her very core.

She was still blindfolded, but she could hear something being picked up and squealed at the sudden sensation of cold lube being smeared across her arse cheeks. A delightfully warm and wet tongue lapped at her juices, causing her to make an array of noises she'd never made before as a slick finger played with her anus. She could feel an orgasm coming, but rather than the quick burst it usually was for her, this one was slowly building and threatened to break her clean in two before she finally screamed. It felt like it was ripping her apart from the inside out, and the finger that finally slipped into her only seemed to prolong that pleasure.

When she finally was coherent enough to regain some of her senses, she heard the doctor chuckling beneath her. "You are quite a prize. And to think, I wasn't even trying to get you to squirt." His finger moved in her, causing her to moan with the realization that he was fingering her bum even after she'd squirted.

She wasn't quite sure what it meant, squirting. But something deep within her told her she'd be very familiar with the concept soon enough.

She was so focused on the finger in her being joined by a second that she almost missed the feeling of a rather large cock dragging back and forth across her pussy. She moaned and pushed her hips back against his as much as she was able to get more pressure on her clit, a stunt that made the man behind her laugh at her feeble attempt to get more pleasure from him.

"Is this what you want?" That was her only warning before his member pushed into her, slowly. Excruciatingly slowly. Too slowly.

Arousal burned within her, no doubt due to the drugs he'd given her. She whimpered and moaned and pleaded until he bottomed out in her. When he did, he focused all of his attention on her arsehole and played with her rim, finally managing to get his index fingers in to pull her open. Realistically, she knew it wasn't much but it felt like he was pulling her into two. Shock rocked her system when he spit right into her. A small part of the back of her mind liked it.

Eventually, something cold slid up to her entrance and breached her. It quickly warmed up to her body temperature and nestled itself inside of her just as he pulled his member out and slammed back into her.

She screamed and writhed and moaned as much as she was able to, since words were failing her. She wanted more, more of his cock, more of his tongue, more of him. Moving, teasing, pinching…all of her nerves were on fire, only to be put out and reignited by those wonderful fingers pinching her nipples and playing with her clit while he rocked his dick into her special spot that made her see stars.

She lost track of how many orgasms she had. She was just starting to see little dots behind her closed eyes, a tell tale sign that she was close to passing out, when he started talking to her as he pinched her nipples and fucked her.

"I'm going to turn you into the best fucking cow you've ever seen. You'll thrive with my cock inside you, with milk practically pouring from your breasts. You're going to be my very most prized possession, and you're going to love every single second of it." With that last statement, he pinched and pulled on her nipples as he slammed home and came inside her. It was the slap to her clit whilst being pumped full of his sperm that undid her, the pleasure so unbearable that she succumbed to the darkness of unconsciousness.