Instilling Male Supremacy in Weak Men — The Drug Experiment Gig

"Welcome to Lavina's Drug Shop~ Oh my, a Female Slave I haven't seen before? A newbie, then? Come on in~ You're very welcome~"

The slit-eyed alchemist Lavina greeted me with a warmth that felt almost sisterly.

In Guild Scramble, Lavina had never been more than a shop NPC of no particular importance. Her character design, though, had been far too striking to waste on a mere extra, and given how often the game sent you through her store, players had ended up seeing her face constantly. Familiarity had done the rest; she'd become reasonably popular in the fan-work scene.

I'd liked her too. She had huge tits.

"Yes, hello. I'm Astera, a rookie Cum-Rag Tissue. I figured I'd be imposing on you quite a bit from now on, so I wanted to come introduce myself."

"My, my~ How can anyone be this polite? I'll be counting on you too, all right?"

Something like seasoned experience clung to her manner and her voice, but Lavina's official age was listed as unknown. The only confirmed setting was that she got angry if you brought the subject up, so fans were left to speculate among themselves — that she was in her thirties, or her forties, or that she was actually in her sixties...

Judging by appearance alone she was a plump, springy woman in her twenties. But honestly, how stupid is it to argue about someone's age based on how they look in a 2D game?

"Now, now~ What kind of medicine did you come looking for? Have a good look around and then tell this big sis what you need. Even if it isn't on the shelves, if you describe the drug you want I might be able to brew it for you. I may not look it, but this big sis is a pretty impressive alchemist."

Lavina showed off a pale, creamy forearm as she underscored her own credentials. Leaning on that confidence of hers, I told her about the drug I'd come to find.

"Yes — do you happen to have a memory-erasure drug?"

"A memory-erasure drug? Of course I do. Give me just a moment."

She rummaged through a cabinet and produced a small vial.

"Ta-da~ The memory-erasure drug. One of my bestsellers."

"Three thousand points, huh. One moment."

I'd already confirmed the price with Elesa, and I'd scraped the points together by clearing a few commissions. I reached for my guild card to pay on the spot — and Lavina stopped me.

"Hold on. Before you pay, would you mind telling me what you plan to use this drug for?"

"Do I have to explain that too?"

"There's no regulation that says so~ But as an alchemist, I do like to know where my medicines end up, you know~ If I understand what you need it for, I might be able to recommend something better — or at least add a few extra precautions."

That... was fair enough, I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠supposed. I wasn't planning to use it for anything particularly vile, so I laid out my intentions honestly.

Lavina listened all the way through. Then she said:

"I see, I see. In that case, you'd be better off using a different drug than this one."

"Why is that?"

"This one wipes twenty-four hours of memory, no questions asked. It works just fine on women who already live independently — but if you use it on a girl still sponging off her parents, or anyone who draws attention from the people around her, you risk creating a sense of wrongness. Someone might even catch on that a drug was involved."

"...That's a fair point."

From what I'd seen, that parasitic woman was living off her parents. If an entire day's memories vanished wholesale, there was no way her folks — or anyone else nearby — wouldn't find it strange. The first time or two might slide, but if teaching that Female Slave bitch her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠place turned into a long-term project, something was bound to blow up somewhere.

"Which is why I have a glowing recommendation for you! This right here — the memory-replacement drug!"

"A memory-replacement drug?"

"You feed her this, and for a little while she slips into a trance. While she's under, you tell her about the memory you want gone and the memory you want to put in its place, and that's exactly what happens. And for the record, the replacement doesn't have to be all that precise. Just give her the general idea — it was a memory like this — and from there, the brain of whoever took the drug will handle the rest. Human memory has always been a sloppy, half-assed thing. A lot of it gets left up to the brain's imagination anyway."

"Ooooh!"

A perfect upgrade... or so it appeared. The performance was so outstanding a gasp of admiration slipped out of me before I could stop it. The problem, however, was...

"How much does it run?"

"That'll be ten thousand points♥"

Expensive, of course. More than three times the memory-erasure drug.

It wasn't as though the price made no sense. Depending on how you used it, the performance was a blatant upgrade, and if you wielded it well it would absolutely earn every point. The problem was that I did not have that many points on me.

Maybe I should run a few more commissions and come back.

"Ah, but if you help me out a little, I wouldn't mind letting it go for three thousand."

"Really? What would I need to do?"

Human experimentation had an ominous ring to it, but according to her it wasn't actually all that dangerous.

"You don't need to worry about a thing. Sure, there might be a few lingering aftereffects, but nothing that'll threaten your life."

"No, that's the baseline assumption. I'd prefer it if there weren't any aftereffects either, if at all possible."

"Even the aftereffects aren't anything much~ Just the chance that you'll be sitting there minding your own business when your pussy suddenly gets so desperate you want to finger yourself like a lunatic. A little heat-spike, that's all."

"That is, I'll grant you, a fairly minor side effect..."

A cunt-girl going into heat at all hours was already a fact of daily life. Even if a drug egged that on a little, nothing fundamental would change. And yet I still felt a lingering unease about the whole arrangement.

"Then could you at least undo these restraints? It's a little hard to breathe. It's not as though I'm going to run away."

I rattled the chains pinning both arms and both legs as I asked. Being locked into something that looked suspiciously like a gynecologist's chair, legs forced open in an M, pussy put on full display — it was only a little, but I did feel a flicker of shame.

"Nope~ If you started thrashing in the middle of the experiment, it'd be unpleasant for both of us, wouldn't it? I'm holding you down to prevent that, so just be a good girl and bear with it."

"A-are you saying you're going to do something to me that would make me thrash???"

I'd thought it the moment she first uttered that terrifying phrase — human experimentation — but Lavina was starting to look like a genuine mad scientist. Being toyed with at a man's hands was only natural; I could accept that. Being put through the same thing at the hands of a Female Slave, though, was a little...

"Mm, well. This is an experiment, yes — but it's a showcase at the same time."

"A showcase?"

"Mhm. They should be arriving any moment now..."

Lavina glanced toward the laboratory door, and as if that look itself had been a signal, the door swung open and several men filed into the room.

"This the place? Heard there was something fun to watch."

"It's one of Lavina's experiments. Bound to be some hilarious ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mess waiting for us."

"Last time she had someone blasting personality jelly out of their asshole. That was genuinely funny."

The men came in first. An equal number of Female Slaves trailed in after them.

I still had no idea what was happening. I turned to Lavina in a daze, and she winked at me.

"The trainers are quite fond of watching a cunt-girl thrash around looking pathetic while I run my little experiments on her. So whenever I do one, I stage it as a public show like this. And you, Astera — you'd prefer it if the gentlemen were your audience anyway, wouldn't you?"

Well... she wasn't wrong!

Being subjected to a one-sided human experiment was a frightening thing. But if the gentlemen could enjoy themselves watching me in that state, then it became a splendid fulfillment of a cunt-girl's calling.

I even felt a pang of guilt toward Lavina. To try to slap some forced frame like "mad scientist" onto someone this considerate — I really needed to reflect on that.

"All right, Astera? You should say hello to the gentlemen who've come to watch you make a fool of yourself, don't you think?"

"Ah — you're right!"

I turned the brightest smile I could manage on the gentlemen and offered my greeting.

"Hello! I'm Astera, the Cum-Rag Tissue who will be serving as your entertainment today! I am an incompetent, pathetic cunt-slut who doesn't even know what experiment is about to be performed on her — but I will do everything I can to be an amusing little diversion for you! I will show you the most pathetic, stupid, and ridiculous spectacle I possibly can!"

The gentlemen were kind enough to applaud my declaration of intent. It was an excessive show of respect to waste on a clown-bitch. I felt the weight of responsibility settle onto my shoulders.

The Female Slaves who had followed the gentlemen in each found a place and began servicing their cocks — with their mouths, with their pussies, whatever was handy. It was only natural. If Lord Cock grew hard while they watched my show, they would need something to take the edge off. Still, I was a little jealous. I wanted to service a cock too...

"Well then~ First, I shall apply a generous coat of this new aphrodisiac to Astera's pussy and clitoris~"

Lavina picked up a small brush, plunged it deep into a glass bottle, and drew it back out with the bristles loaded with a thick, sticky pink fluid. The visual impact of that violent pink made me swallow dryly in spite of myself.

"This little drug is an upgraded version of the aphrodisiac I demonstrated previously~ The old formula had a nasty habit of overstimulating the gentlemen as well if you applied too much, but this one targets females exclusively, so the burden of watching your dosage has dropped considerably. And as for performance..."

Lavina put on a distinctly professional air as she painted the solution onto my clitoris and pussy with the brush. At first I thought it would just be a ticklish feeling from the bristles, and that would be the end of it.

"Nngh-hyaaaaahhh?!?!?! O-ooh! I-it itches! My puuussyyy! Hot! It's hoooooot!!!!"

A shock like my pussy had been set on fire. An itch like thousands of insects writhing around inside it. People said that too much pleasure, or too much tickling, became indistinguishable from pain — and they were right. My pussy throbbed so violently that I screamed in genuine agony and thrashed my arms and legs. Of course, I was bound with meticulous care, and every last bit of resistance came to nothing.

I want to touch it, I want to touch it!

No, no, no. Sex! Sex! Sex!

This was not an itch that some lonely little session of masturbation could ever scratch!

Cock! Cock! Cock!

"As you can see~♬ Its performance as an aphrodisiac hasn't dropped in the slightest. If anything, it's gone up. I expect this will make playing with a pussy even more entertaining for you gentlemen."

Lavina looked down at me with something like mockery in her eyes as she delivered that verdict. But I couldn't have cared less about any of that. Please, please, a cock...!!!

I could see it — cunt-girls latched onto the cock of every last gentleman who had come to watch me. Those, those fucking bitches!! Living it up among themselves while I was suffering like this! Hostility boiled up in me toward Female Slaves who hadn't even done anything wrong. It might have been my imagination, but I could have sworn those sluts were looking down on me as I thrashed around, cockless and losing my mind. Goddamn bitches!

"Heh heh. Watching her lose her shit because her pussy itches is pretty entertaining in its own right. But what if you just want to get them reasonably worked up, not... whatever this is?"

"In that case you can dilute it with water before you apply it, so there's nothing to worry about~. This idiot pussy is like this because I painted the undiluted concentrate on her directly. Ah, but if you don't dilute it, a rather amusing little spectacle presents itself."

Lavina's brush stroked gently across my clitoris. My pussy was already itching badly enough to drive me insane, and now she added a teasing, fluttering brushwork calibrated to keep me just shy of climax. I genuinely thought my brain was going to come apart. And that wasn't even the whole of it.

The more the brush touched me, the more my clitoris...!!

"Ta-da~ A truly splendid clit-cock is complete♥ Hee hee. It could never compare to a real cock, of course — but that's exactly what makes it so satisfying to torment, don't you think?"

"Ah..."

From this angle I shouldn't have been able to see my own clitoris at all. I could see it perfectly. Pitifully flushed a deep, blood-gorged red, it had lifted its head and stood there at stiff attention — my poor, wretched clitoris.

Lavina seized that clit and twisted it with all her strength.

"I'm cuuummiiing?!?! Nghah, hyaaaaaahhh!!!♥"

"And if I inject a climax-prevention potion into this very clitoris~ hee hee hee, you get a finished toy that can be played with as roughly as you like and will never, ever be able to cum on her own without permission♥"

Lavina turned and invited the gentlemen forward.

"Now then~ Any gentleman who's interested, please come up in turn and have a turn playing with this clit-cock, won't you? All while you enjoy the unsightly thrashing of an idiot cunt-slut who wants to cum and absolutely cannot♥"