A needle hovered in front of Adam's feverish face, a single tiny drop still clinging to its tip, glistening in the sunlight beaming in through the tall windows. The shaking of his hands was noticeable, despite his failing attempts to keep his cool. A small amount of a clear liquid glistened in the syringe, the sunlight refracting through it as the needle shook. Adam was sitting on the floor, naked, his back resting against the footrest of the couch. Pieces of clothing lay scattered and discarded across the floor. The low hum of the air conditioning could be heard as the machinery worked to keep out the scorching midday heat. Taisha and Jira, the two native girls, Adam's companions, were both naked and on all-fours. They stared at Adam expectantly, their eyes hungry, their mouths open as they breathed heavily. Their posture resembled that of a hungry dog, their coffee-shaded bodies glistened with sweat and Adam could see their bodies writhing as their muscles flexed and contracted with excitement.
He still had a couple of minutes left. Adam tapped the side of the syringe and a bead of sweat rolled down his neck. He positioned the syringe to his arm and pierced the skin, entering the vein. Adam winced at the pain, he'd never been a fan of needles, but injected himself anyway. He then tossed the syringe aside and let his arms fall to his sides as he breathed heavily, a sensation of relief overcoming the fear. How would it feel, he wondered, when the drug kicked in. The descriptions accompanying the chemical cocktail were extensive and promised much, but Adam had had no experience with such things before.
Blood rushed in Adam's veins, a loud whoosh clearly audible in his ears. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on his other senses. His body felt light, and his fingers and toes tingled pleasantly. His heartbeat increased for a few moments, then levelled out as his body acclimatized itself. His abdomen squeezed tight and his groin swelled with fresh blood. Adam glanced at the wall-mounted clock, his ten minute break was almost over. He grabbed the pair of handcuffs from the couch and stood up, his eyes locking with Taisha's emerald pupils, which tracked his every move from behind the veil of messy black hair.
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Taisha vocally protested at being restrained. Adam didn't need to understand her words to know this much. He locked her right hand by the wrist and attached her to one of the legs of the kitchen table, which was bolted to the floor. She whined and demanded release, prostrating herself to Adam, hoping to curry his favor and earn her release through temptation. Adam could feel his body responding, his blood felt like fire in his veins and his erection throbbed violently, almost painfully, but his mind remained clear and unclouded. He felt completely in control of himself, despite Taisha twisting and turning her body to entice him. As an experiment, Adam willed himself to calm down. His pulse slowed down and he could feel his erection softening by a degree, though not completely. The stuff was powerful, but couldn't work miracles. Taisha reached out with her free hand, begging for Adam's attention, but received no response. Adam wanted her to wait, wanted to make her beg for it. He wanted to drive her mad with drug addled desire and to dominate her completely. The sensation of unbridled control over another human being felt ever so intoxicating.
Adam turned away from Taisha's begging form and faced Jira. The long-haired native girl was on her knees, sitting on her heels, waiting on Adam's next move like a dog waiting for a treat. Adam gestured for the girl to stand up, and she complied, licking her lips and eyeing Adam hungrily. Her fingers curled and her breathing quickened as her mind prepared her body to act. Adam stepped up to her and she immediately began to bow down with a hungry expression. Adam's hand shot out and grabbed Jira by the hair, pulling her back up with force. Jira let out a startled gasp of surprise at Adam's sudden and unexpected action and her hungry expression turned first fearful, then confused. Adam lead her to the couch, all the while holding onto her hair, spun her around and tossed her, face first, onto the soft cushions.
Adam took in Jira's form, the curves of her behind, the arch of her back and the locks of long hair as they sprawled around her shoulders. Sweat and oils had polished her skin so that it glistened in the sunlight. Her coffee-brown mound was clearly visible below her raised buttocks, slick with her overflowing juices. Jira raised herself with her hands so that she stood on all fours, and turned her head so she could see Adam. Adam slapped her behind, leaving a fast fading handprint on her skit, causing Jira's flesh to quiver at the impact and eliciting a squeal from the young girl. Adam grinned and delivered a backhand slap to Jira's other cheek to a similar effect. The suddenness of the blow caught Jira by surprise and her hands gave way, causing her head to dive into the couch cushions while her behind remained raised, as if on offer. Adam could hear Taisha begging in a hoarse voice as she observed from the kitchen, but he callously ignored her. Jira moaned into the cushions, her voice trembling.
Adam grabbed Jira by the waist with both hands, enjoying the softness and warmth of her brown skin, placed his foot on the side of the couch for support, and took her from behind. Jira screamed as her flesh resisted the sudden invasion, reminding Adam of the claimed virginity of the young specimen he was defiling. The idea all the more appetizing to him, Adam went deep on the very first thrust, the tightness and the heat of Jira's quivering flesh around his throbbing member wrapping around him like a glove. She was wet and a lewd sound of sexual juices emanated as Adam pushed himself in. Jira moaned an inarticulate response to Adam's advance, her voice cut short as she gasped in surprise when Adam pulled out with a move equally sudden and unexpected as his first thrust. Jira's body tensed with expectation, her voice filled with uncertainty, her breathing ragged.
Adam pulled back on Jira's waist again, pulling her towards him so he could penetrate her, then pushed, pulled, pushed, pulled... He quickly settled into a rhythm as each penetration elicited a sharp moan of increasing pleasure accentuated by the smacking sounds of impact as flesh struck flesh. Adam pounded away with wild abandon, wanting to see if his drug-induced abilities were up to scratch, fearful that a moment wasted could end the rush of power and ruin everything. The moistness and the heat within Jira felt like a drug in and of themselves, and Adam's mind was filled with wonder and pure unadulterated pleasure. A minute later he allowed himself to go, squirting a sloppy wet load of spunk into the young tribal girl. Jira responded to the release by screaming in ecstasy as Adam's drug-laced semen sprayed into her, filling her up. Her body quivered and contracted around Adam for a few moments, then collapsed and went limp. Her face buried itself in the couch cushions so that they muffled her mewling.
Adam looked over his shoulder and could see Taisha, her fingers fast at work between her legs as she intently stared at him. She was moaning and panting, but had an unsatisfied, almost hostile look on her face. Adam smiled a devilish smile and maintained eye-contact with Taisha as he slowly pulled out of Jira. His member was still fully erect and throbbing, rivulets of white semen and Jira's cloudy ejaculate still clinging onto its tip as it plopped free of the black girl's flesh with a wet smacking noise. Taisha, still restrained in the kitchen, gasped sharply as Adam's stiff rod came into her view. Adam repositioned himself, his member wet and slick, and began to push forwards again.
