Jacques entered the room as quietly as possible, approaching the gurney from behind. He doubted the young woman would hear him through the ear buds, let alone notice anything that wasn’t in her direct field of vision, but he always erred on the side of caution. The first time he visited a new girl in person he always wanted to be sure to have as full control over the situation as possible. All they would have seen by this point were silent, masked medtechs, and he knew the impact his arrival would have, how key that first interaction would be.

But something wasn’t right. As he drew closer, he could see her head dangling down, not forward and staring as it should be.

Jacques came around to her side and gently grabbed her hair, pulling her face towards his. He didn’t count on eye contact, per se, but rather than the expected glazed expression her eyes were rolled back in her head. It was a cute look, but there was no way she had been focusing on the screen a few feet away bearing the slowly spinning image of a spiral. He pulled the buds out of her ears, and could hear the faint hum of the audio track. OK, the A/V component seemed to be working.

“Hey,” he muttered, cupping her chin and raising her head, shaking it a bit. “Anybody home?” He gave her a light slap across the face for good measure. Then another, honestly just for fun.

She only drooled on his hand in response.

Wiping the spit off on his shirt, Jacques looked for answers, and it didn’t take long. Examining the tray beside the gurney, he could see that the vial was completely empty. There should have been a slight depletion, sure, but there also should have still been plenty of medication left inside. Jacques swore to himself. It was that new medtech. He had had a feeling the guy was an idiot, but he didn’t think he would have given her a week’s worth of cocktail in the space of a few hours.

Jacques didn’t panic. The girl was clearly breathing, and as he felt her pulse it was a bit quick, if anything, and she was flush. This round of drugs were the sorts of psychotropics you couldn’t overdose on, or even directly suffer long-term physical damage. As for lasting psychological damage… Jacques sighed. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen a girl take this much of the stuff at once, but this was one way to find out what would happen. The best thing to do was monitor the situation closely, and let it run its course.

Jacques took a moment to ebb his frustration by taking a closer look at his latest conquest. After months of surveillance he had seen her naked body plenty of times, but in person was always something else entirely. She had a long neck, a great rack, wide hips. Her ass was inaccessible with her strapped down, facing up, but he knew there was plenty there to play with.

At that thought, Jacques paused. Normally, he would never touch a girl sexually without assessing how she was doing, to see how much of the programming had taken. He didn’t need them fully broken to engage — hell, sometimes a good fuck was what would push the stubborn ones over the edge. But he needed to know where they were at, to know how best to proceed. This one was pretty much a rag doll at this point.

At that, Jacques’s dick got hard, and the decision was made for him. Confidently, he reached out and groped one of her large tits. God that felt good — to him, anyway. No response from the girl.

Jacques started massaging both breasts, grabbing a nipple and stroking it. At this, the girl made a noise — the quietest of moans. Well, that was a good sign!

Jacque adjusted the gurney, tilting it backwards so she was a bit more horizontal. He would make the medtech regret his mistake later, assign someone to make sure the girl remained stable and hydrated. But for now, it was time to make lemons into lemonade. He ran his hands slowly down the exposed body, stopping right before her cunt. He figured speaking to her couldn’t hurt, and if anything, it could help.

“OK, sweetheart. I think that somewhere in that pretty little head of yours, you can hear me. I know that you’re very tired. Too tired to fight how you’re feeling.”

At this, he finally stroked her clitoris. To his delight, she twitched and shuddered. If anything, her eyes had rolled further back in to her head.

“That’s right. You’re having a very sexy dream. And when you wake up, it’s going to be a dream come true. This is all going to make sense, but for now, you can just sleep. You don’t have to think anything unless I tell you.”

He slid one finger into her cunt. It was as sopping as the girls who were (sort of) lucid. A very good sign.

Jacques smirked and unzipped his pants, freeing his erection. Honestly, he didn’t care to play the role of audio track for too long, so he placed the ear buds back into place. If he was lucky, all of this would click into place when she came to (whatever that was going to look like for her). If he wasn’t quite so lucky, she’d probably forget the whole encounter. There didn’t seem to be an obvious downside.

Done with foreplay, Jacques straddled the gurney and slid into the girl, whose moans turned into a sexy sort of gurgle. She was just as good as he had imagined. Not as eager as she would be soon if she came out the other side of this with any sort of a mind, but as he thrust into her, he had to admit that there was a silver lining to this screw up. He was always so cautious, and he never got to sample the goods this early.

If this worked out, maybe he would try bigger doses more often.