Chapter 283

Zoey supposed she should have expected something along these lines. Sabina had gone out of her way to get permission for something ‘a little more extreme’ than usual, but had left it vague what that might be. When it came to an alchemist, specifically this alchemist, was she really surprised that meant drugging her, bringing her to the temple, and strapping her down to perform experiments on her?

“So, uh,” Zoey said, her heart rate rapidly accelerating as she eyed the vial of bright orange liquid. “Can I ask what you have planned, at least?” Sabina had dodged that question earlier, and when Zoey tried inspecting the potion, Sabina denied the request. That was answer enough, she supposed, that she would be going in blind.

“My observations will be more reliable if the subject isn’t influenced by any preconceived notions of what might happen to her,” Sabina said, her voice perfectly calm. “I’m sure you understand the need for rigorous scientific procedure. Open.”

Despite her apprehension, Zoey opened her mouth as Sabina brought the vial to her lips. Gulping the liquid down, she braced herself for—well, anything, at this point.

To her surprise, though, she was fairly certain her racing heart was the fault of mundane anticipation, not anything more.

“Well?” Sabina asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“I—don’t think anything happened?” She waited tensely for some crazy effect to kick in, but nothing came.

Sabina seemed pleased by her response. “Indeed. That one, you won’t notice anything until later. But I thought you might misattribute typical reactions. Well done—you’ll be a reliable subject.”

A test to see if Zoey would experience a placebo effect? She wondered if this world had a proper term for that.

Also, she couldn’t help but wonder what effect would only ‘show up later.’

Grabbing a second vial—this one with dark blue liquid—Sabina uncapped the cork and poured some onto a cloth. The alchemist was in her lab gear, and seeing her douse a rag with a mystery fluid was a rather intimidating sight, especially in this setting: strapped to an altar in the middle of a dimly lit, recently furnished temple to a lewd deity.

“This one, you’ll probably have little difficulty guessing,” Sabina said with a hint of amusement in her voice.

Placing the rag at the base of Zoey’s cock, the liquid touched her skin, and the effect was immediate. She sucked in a breath as her nerve endings were set alight, suddenly becoming hyper-sensitive. A groan was torn from her lips, and Sabina wasn’t the sort of woman to ease her into it: she dragged the cloth all the way up her considerable length, working the potion into every inch of skin in a smooth motion. When the fluid reached her cock-tip, Zoey’s eyes rolled up in her head as her back arched off the altar’s surface.

“It’s a concentrated dosage, naturally,” Sabina said. “I’m pleased by the initial result.” Her lips tugged up in amusement as she watched Zoey squirm in her restraints. “Oh? Nearly there, already? In one stroke? Yes, an excellent result.”

Pulling the cloth away was half a relief and half the greatest disappointment ever. Her cock tingled from root to tip with the lingering sensations.

“What— what was— what was that?” Zoey gasped, her brain not fully functioning. She’d only half heard what Sabina had said.

“Sensitivity serum. Temporary designation. Should work anywhere, though especially erogenous zones. But I wouldn’t waste the surprise on anywhere except ... the most interesting place to get a reaction, of course.” Smirking slightly, she flicked Zoey’s cock, and even that was enough to make another exaggerated moan rip out of her mouth.

Pressing the cloth into Zoey’s right nipple, then her left, Zoey discovered Sabina’s claim was accurate: those nerve endings were set on fire too. When Sabina tugged at one, her mind went blank. Having her nipples touched shouldn’t feel that good. ‘Concentrated dose’, huh?

“Too much for you?” Sabina murmured after Zoey sank back down into the table, gasping as the sensations left her. “I hope not, because I don’t intend to be a merciful mistress, tonight. We’re just getting started.” Leaning forward to murmur into Zoey’s ear, she whispered, “Wouldn’t want this ritual to be half-hearted. It would be disrespectful to my Goddess.”