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"HEAVENS CHAIR."
(c)
by Mesmer
* * *
"I'm a big baby when it comes to
pain." The pretty Japanese woman in her late twenties said to the
dentist with just a hint of her national accent. "I guess I have a low
threshold, or something."
Richard Mercer smiled knowingly and agreed. "It's not nice to
feel pain in any way." He told her. "If you want, you can have what
the children have - some gas. Used to be called laughing gas, but it
doesn't make you laugh. You feel like laughing when it's all over,
though, because you simply didn't feel any pain at all."
Miko laughed gaily. "That's sounds just what I need." She
chirped.
"Where's that old samurai toughness?" he asked her jokingly.
"Watered down over the centuries." She laughed again. "When can I
have an appointment?"
Richard glanced quickly through his appointment register. He was
booked solid for a week, as usual. .
"I'm booked for a week." He said. "But I could do you now. It's
my lunch hour and I've already eaten. Shouldn't take long for just a
little filling like that?"
Miko thought she was having a lucky day. "Fine with me." She
said. "Point the way to the gas bottle and plug me in."
They both laughed as Richard showed her through to the dentist's
chair. As Miko sat in it and then reclined he wheeled over the tall
bottle of nitrous oxide. Miko looked up at it and laughed.
"If I keep laughing like this, I won't need it." She said with a
wide grin, showing him perfect, even white teeth.
Richard placed the mask over Miko's face. "Breathe deeply and
slowly." He told her. "Everything will seem to buzz for a while. You
just go off with the fairies. You might have some illusions of
sensations or of floating or feeling certain emotions that will seem
almost real to you, but don't let them worry you. In fact, you really
should enjoy them to the fullest. Who knows when you'll get the
opportunity to be gassed again in your lifetime?"
Miko laughed loudly beneath the plastic mask over her face. He
was right. When she heard the soft hissing sound, she heard a low
buzzing sound in her ears as she breathed that quickly became the
centre-point of her focus as she inhaled deeply of the cool gas. The
room and the dentist faded from view as she closed her eyes. Then her
awareness of even being in the dentist chair faded as well from her
consciousness as she began to earnestly focus and explore the various
sensations happening within her mind and her body, conscious of
breathing that gas deep into her lungs.
Richard smiled as he watched the pretty Asian girl draw huge lung
fulls of air for a few minutes, and then settle her breathing as her
subconscious mind took control of her respiratory system. She seemed
to collapse down into the chair then, her breathing becoming deeper
and more even as her head rolled slightly to the left. He kneeled down
and withdrew something from beneath the chair on which she lay. Then
he stood up, and, moving quickly, secured her limp wrists to each side
of the chair with the velcro straps he had in his hands. The girl
didn't resist in the slightest, and he had not expected her to.
Miko's mind felt fully focussed and light, not sleepy at all, as
she thought it might be. Her body felt strangely different, sort of
light and heavy at the same time. She felt like she couldn't move her
arms, but she really didn't try for very long before the sensation
changed to another more interesting one. They were all so interesting.
She had never experienced anything like it before in her life.
Everything was buzzing in her mind and in her ears. She felt like she
had her eyes open, but she knew she didn't. It seemed as if she could
see, but no images came to her mind's eye - only feelings and
sensations, and plenty of curious thoughts about which she explored
mentally to her hearts content, really enjoying and getting into her
experience, just like the nice dentist told her to. That way she
wouldn't feel any pain at all.
After securing her hands and watching her for a few more minutes
Richard reached down and unbuttoned her blouse quickly, opening it
fully and exposing her lovely hand-sized breasts. He flicked the
centre clasp at the front between the two half-cups and they fell
loosely away. He then lifted them fully away and to the side as he
lowered his face to her warm chest and opened his mouth widely. He
began to kiss and suck each breast in turn, drawing each nipple and a
huge mouthful of warm, soft flesh away from her body, and then
releasing it back to her, to then do the same thing to her other
breast. Her nipples instantly became as stiff as steel as they emerged
from between his lips and teeth as he changed breasts.
Miko was amazed that she could even sense the illusion of
different temperatures around her body. Her breasts felt both cool and
warm, even hot, at the same time, one after the other. And she
experienced the unusual sensation of each breast feeling that way at
different times.
Richard then quickly pulled the rest of her blouse up from
beneath her skirt. Then he slid one hand beneath her back and lifted
her light weight easily a foot or so off the chair. With his other
hand he reached high up beneath her dress and pulled her underwear
down to her knees. Then he lowered her back down to the chair, pulling
her dress high over her hips at the same time. And there she lay as he
gazed down at her as he began to undress. She was the perfect Asian
beauty for his lunch hour break. Just what he needed for lunch. She
was naked from the neck to the knees, except for the bunching of her
dress around her waist.
Miko felt cool around her belly, feeling as if she had floated
out of the chair, out and then back again. It had seemed as if soft
hands of cool air just up and lifted her upwards, and had then allowed
her to drift gently down again, like a feather, drifting on the back
of the wind's currents. She felt the cool temperature change around
her buttocks and between her thighs and was amazed at the experience
of sensation she seemed to be really feeling. It was as if there were
soft, unseen hands of gentle pressure all over her, moving her
clothing, and adjusting her dress.
Richard then secured Miko's ankles to each side of the chair,
exposing her dark, black triangle of thick, downy pubic hair to his
excited gaze. He was as hard as a rock as he knelt between her legs
and lowered his mouth to her spread junction. As his mouth opened and
closed over her secret jewel, his fingers slid deeply up inside her
warmth, sliding easily through and past her jade gates of warm
slickness. He found her jewel and clamped his lips tightly closed
around its base, drawing and suckling, tugging gently and lapping and
licking like a puppy dog as he felt that special part of her womanhood
begin to throb and pulse against his tongue and lips.
Miko believed she was in heaven. The experiences were coming so
fast and furiously she could hardly keep track of them all. And each
one seemed to be as real as life itself as her loins exploded with
another deeply heated flame of pleasure. She gasped in her thoughts as
she felt herself penetrated in her dreams of gaseous exposure. In her
mind something was moving deliciously in and out of her now-aching
apex of pleasure.
Richard suckled and tugged, circled and tongued, lapping and
licking her throbbing and pulsing core. His fingers slid in and out of
her slickened centre faster and faster, deeper and deeper, each time
feeling the soft, firm bud of her cervix, pressing it firmly when he
did so. He moistened another finger of his other hand, sliding it
easily without any resistance, deeply between her buttocks, pushing
through the tightness of her tiny starfish and deeply up inside the
centre of her tight nether land channel. He began then to rapidly
finger-fuck both entrances of her beautiful Asian body at once, while
he suckled and tugged more firmly on the jewel of her Nile, licking
and circling and drawing and releasing, over and over and over as she
gasped into the humid mask over her mouth.
Miko could feel the raw sensual explosion of heat and flaming
fire between her thighs and buttocks, and deeply in her lower belly as
it fanned outwards and upwards over her stomach and breasts. Her
secret place erupted in wave after wave of toxic pleasure. She felt as
if her volcanic centre was all she consisted of in her raw essence of
simply being. Each nipple now throbbed and pulsed and flamed as if it
had a life of its own. Her breasts seemed to have expanded, hanging
heavy and full on her chest in their capturing of the simmering and
racing heat as it torched up and down her belly relentlessly.
Richard felt Miko begin to thrash and strain against the bonds
that held her. He suckled and fingered her entrances faster and
faster, deeper and deeper, pushing his fingers into both her channels
to their maximum. So hard and so fast did he continue that way that
the force of his finger thrusts lifted her buttocks clear of the
chair, time after time, after time.
It seemed to Miko in her exquisite rapture as if she could feel
it, but for some reason in her dreams she felt as if she couldn't move
her arms or legs. She could feel her breathing deepen more with each
passing second as she sucked and gasped hungrily on the special gas
like a baby on the breast. Her body burned in raw, unadulterated
passion. And each time it flamed her mind spun crazily as she drew
more of the gas deeply into her lungs and body's system.
Richard could hear each moan and groan coming faster and more
quickly than the one before. Then, knowing she would soon reach the
peak of her mental and physical experience he withdrew his mouth and
hands form her body and speared his shaft through her slickened
centre, hilting her Asian loveliness in one, accurate lancing with his
length and his girth, tracking his aim as true as William Tell. He
cored her to the chair and drove her royally home, for ten straight
uninterrupted minutes, until finally, he felt her fall from her dizzy
heights and her bottomless pits of pleasure and rapture; upwards and
over the edge of her own special passion's mountain.
Miko was floating high above and outside of herself in pure
consciousness of every minute sensation her body seemed to be
experiencing to its fullest. Her body felt as if it was heaving and
convulsing with pleasure she could never have dreamed about, even if
she had been on drugs of some kind. Wave after wave after wave of heat
and pressure entered through her engorged portals, to leave and return
in a million flaming arrows of fire that speared deeply into her gut
and bowels and far up to the very centre of her belly, torching her
mind and senses from head to toe. Miko even believed she could hear
herself moan over and over and over again into the plastic mask on her
face.
Then Richard groaned deeply and stiffened himself against her
convulsing thighs and writhing, a soft wet mound, thrusting one last
tumultuous time as he emptied inside her, as she had come, and was
still coming, over and over at her pleasure's peak. Then he loosened
his tension and relaxed, letting himself go completely without
reservation in full release, feeling himself flood her to her very
core. He imagined the coolness of his seed bathing the heated walls
between her thighs and deeply between her buttocks. Pulse after pulse
- spurt after long, contracting spurt did he release as the fluids of
his stolen moments gushed and surged like tidal waves, breaking like
thundering white surf, deeply inside her jerking hips and thighs,
until finally, he collapsed, holding himself off her by the strength
in his wrists alone.
Miko felt such a fullness in body and mind - fuller than she had
ever felt before in her life. Her hips and thighs seemed as if they
had expanded to satisfy something huge and long. She writhed against
her unseen and unnoticed restraints as the waves of heat bathed her
mind and senses, over and over again. She was lost to her experiences
of each moment, living them over and over in her mind.
Richard slowly then withdrew from between the Japanese woman's
thighs, quickly cleaning and dressing himself. Then he quickly and
very carefully cleaned inside and out each orifice of her body with a
long, moistened in-warm-water-and-cloth-covered length of stainless
steel, draining away all of his body fluids from within and between
the depths of her still-heated flesh. Richard then dressed her
completely and freed her from her bonds. He smoothed down her
clothing, adjusting here and there as he deemed necessary. Then he
turned off the handle of the still-hissing gas bottle and waited. And
while he waited he spoke to her.
Miko sensed in her momentary awareness that she was floating down
from the high heavens in which she had been soaring with the angels of
God. Everything still buzzed in her brain and mind, but now she no
longer had that feeling where she couldn't seem to move her arms and
legs. She became aware of one of God's angel's voices. It could be
heard dimly and softly, as if coming from far away. She strained all
of her awareness to listen to the voice from God speak to her in her
chosen experience.
"And Miko," Richard was saying, softly, soothingly, firmly. "Each
week ... when you return ... to have your filling checked ... at
exactly this time ... it will always seem to you ... as if it is the
first time ... it will always be the very first time ... you have ever
seen me .. or have visited this clinic ... just like it always has ...
for the past twelve months .. and just as you know .. it always will
in the future."
Miko heard the angel's voice and understood everything. This was
her special place she could always visit for the first time,
every-time, and feel brand new each time. She strained to listen. The
angel's voice was so soft. She couldn't miss a thing. It might be
important.
"And Miko," Richard continued soothingly, firmly, softly. "It
will always be on the first time ... that you will be happy ... and
accept the suggestion ... of the laughing gas ... so you can visit ...
with the angels in heaven again ... just like you did now ... and
feel so wonderful ... with the special blessing ... they give you ...
each time you ... come here to me...and visit them."
Miko then remembered it all as she listened very carefully. Now
she knew where she had been. She thought it seemed familiar and too
wonderful to be an earthly experience. She was the chosen one for the
angels to bless with their special gifts of emotion and feeling so she
can be a better human being and help mankind. She was happy and
content, as she knew she always was and always would be in her visits
to the angels.
"And Miko," Richard went on to close. "When I ... snap my fingers
... you will find yourself ... feeling awake .. and feeling fresh ..
and feeling .. very .. very happy ... about your life and future ...
in every way ... and .. you will not expect to see me again ... until
the next time ... you will visit here again ... for the very first
time ... with a filling problem ... at the same time ... next week ...
and now .. you can allow your subconscious mind ... to remember
everything ... for the future ... just like it has always done ... in
the past ... while you forget everything ... and remember only now ...
how good you feel ... and ... how happy you feel ... in the mouth ...
with your new filling."
As Miko paid her bill and left the dentist surgery she felt
wonderful. She always did whenever she had a tooth problem fixed. She
hated toothache or anything wrong with her teeth in any way. She was
very proud of them. As she passed by the statue of the lion at the
entrance she stopped, feeling as if she'd been there before on this
very spot and looked as closely at the lion statue as she was doing
right now. Then she smiled and shook her head, her natural sense of
humour coming to her aid as it always did when she was puzzling over
something for which there did not seem to be an answer.
And off Miko strode into the noontime crowds, with a confident
stride, and feeling very lucky she just happened, on the off-chance of
calling on as she passed the dental surgery, to catch a dentist who
had eaten his lunch in the first ten minutes of his lunch hour and had
the time free to fix her dental problem. Yes, sir, she thought, as the
spring really came to each bouncing step she took. I am one, very
lucky puppy.
Richard watched Miko leave and disappear into the thronging
lunchtime crowds of shoppers and business people, already looking
forward to Miko's visit next week. He turned and wheeled back the
empty oxygen bottle into the corner of the room, grinning as he
recalled the first time she had visited him with a filling problem a
little over twelve months ago.
It had been the only time he had used the nitrous oxide on her,
and he had drained the remaining contents of the bottle doing it.
Since then he had never had it refilled. He simply didn't need to.
Like Miko, all of his patients believed they were getting exactly what
they believed they were getting, and, as always, their powerful
subconscious minds, which he always manipulated expertly on that first
occasion of their visit, gave them exactly what they believed. Yes,
Richard smiled as he looked to his appointment register and noted that
his next patient was a Vietnamese woman in her mind thirties. Go gas!
Half the women in this town cannot possibly be wrong.
* * * *
Another Happy Ending
by Mesmer
(Please read my other
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Thank you - Mesmer.
"Hypno-Time-Traveller"
(c) By Mesmer
Chapter I
*
Time was his home. Home was his time. To enjoy, to know, to experience
everything that ever was and ever will be. Centuries past and future
were his present always, for there was never a past or future for him.
He was the time-traveller, experiencing, intervening in, guiding the
present of millions as he became a part of their moments of now. Age
knew him not, for he knew not age or its heritage, its inheritance
belonging to others, but never to him. Never to him. The loneliness
of forever moments of now knew him not, for he was never lonely, never
alone unless he chose to be, content in his future always arriving at
his feet in the ever-present moments of now.
Boredom knew him not, for he was never bored. With the chosen
entertainment of any century that had been, any century that was to
be, his enjoyment never waned, never tired, never rested. And of his
origin century he knew not, for he was no longer a part of his
birthplace. His home was the ever-present, always existing stars of
mankind. In them and through them he travelled always, seeking,
searching, experiencing, living, loving, knowing, learning all and
sundry that was to be known, that existed for his pleasure, for his
purpose. The infinity of time immemorial was open to him always, for
through and within that eternal portal did he make and leave his mark
often. And when he was done he was gone. None knew he had ever left,
but all knew he had been. For they and their lives had been touched
forever more by, the time-traveller.
Mankind was small in number by
comparison to other centuries, living in groups in caves in the
mountains or by the sea in small clans. Food was always scarce, danger
was always near and threatening, loved ones died often in many painful
ways, sometimes through sickness, sometimes through not enough food in
the case of the very young or the very old, sometimes by the large
animals they, too, would feast upon when the opportunity presented
itself. And sometimes they died at any age by the hands of those who
would come amongst their midst while they slept or were not watchful
enough. They would fight and they would kill some of the invaders, and
some of them would always die. It was a savage century, a brutal time
in the history of man, a primitive, primeval place of darkness between
men and women. He chose this time to grace his presence, and into this
time did his presence go forth in earnest once again to those who
lived within it, to see what this time could offer him by way of
learning, by way of entertainment, by way of loving, by way pf his
divine purpose.
* *
Marla hid trembling in terror as the
large prehistoric beast passed by quickly, the ground thundering with
each giant step forward the creature took. The ground upon which she
stood shook and moved frighteningly. The noise was deafening. She
pressed herself flat against the large boulder, recalling only that
she was supposed to do that. Marla had become separated from the
foragers as they gathered the day's fruits and fodder. They would
think she was dead, the others of her tribe, and simply go on as if
she had never existed. Her eyes misted painfully. Gathering flowers in
the wild had always been exciting and fun, so beautiful, so many
colours; when placed in her long, matted golden locks she would gaze
for hours at her reflection in the pools of water or in the river when
they washed their bodies. She became lost in thoughts of her sure and
certain end, crunched in the jaws of the beast or trodden on beneath
its thundering legs.
Gradually she became aware of the silence. Marla felt her
awareness dragged slowly back to the rock she faced, pressed tightly
against, her chest and thighs attempting to merge with the density of
sheer granite eventually relaxing and moving back to see of the beast,
but it was gone; of it there was not one single sign. She breathed
deeply, thinking nothing of the threat to her existence now, now that
it had passed. Her thoughts quickly returned to normal. She had to
find the others. She turned and ran at full speed in the direction of
her tribe's cave, only one thought foremost in her mind - to get home,
as fast as her legs could carry her.
* *
He had watched her plight, and had then watched her run. His thoughts
took him to head her off, to meet her when she could not see around
the next corner, the next tree, the next fork in the scattered leaf
track through the dense forest. Then he was there, waiting.
Marla raced through the dense underbrush, thin leaves whipping
her face and arms as she tore through them, her terror now a thing of
the past. She just wanted to get home as fast as her powerful thighs
could take her fleetingly across the carpeted leafy forest floor. She
rounded a bend, past tall trees that drank of the sky itself, her
ankles pumping up and down, springing her forward at a very fast pace,
propelling her onwards towards the safety of her cave and the
men-protectors of her tribe. She did not have a man yet, being not
twenty sets of seasons old, but soon she would. Soon would come the
choosing. Then, she, too, would be protected by her own man, with he
who had looked on her often as she had bathed her body in the river or
the pools when he believed she had not seen. He, the tall one with the
fire in his eyes for her. Yes. She had seen him, many times, watching,
always watching.
Marla would never know what happened next. One minute she had
been racing as fast as her legs could carry her, the next instant she
hit the ground, flat on her back with a thud that knocked the living
breath from her body. She lay there in extreme and excruciating pain,
gasping for air, stunned and confused, her eyes glazed, her mind dazed
and numb.
Then she saw him and her eyes cleared, focussing instantly,
widening like the pools at the river's edge. She tried to scream, but
could not draw breath for she had none within her body upon which to
draw. Her lungs burned, aching for cool air while he stood looking
down at her, eyes cold and cruel, a tall man of muscular frame.
Strange furs of darkened colour, his shape and form easily seen as her
terrified gaze swept quickly up and down his height. Her pulse raced
and pounded in her temples as the air returned slowly to her body its
full alertness. Her heart hammered inside her ribs.
Marla tried to move, but could not, held fast to the ground by
some invisible force, trapping her there before him, at his mercy,
vulnerable. She prepared to meet her ancestors for he surely was the
most feared invader she had ever seen. She would not survive to gather
any more flowers. The tears formed quickly and streamed from her eyes,
running down her cheeks, washing swathes through the dirt and dust on
her face to leave whitened trails of their historic journey from the
lids of her eyes.
He moved over to where she lay ambushed within the strength of
his mental hypnotic gaze and knelt beside her trembling form, knowing
she could not move or run, yet was fully alert in every way. He knelt
beside her, staring down into her terrified eyes and face; could see
her chest heaving in terror as her mouth opened and closed trying to
scream, yet could not. He laid his arm about her neck and kissed her
full on her open mouth with a passionate tongue-kiss, while she stared
open-eyed at him the whole time. Then he stood and stripped off his
clothes while she watched, still wide-eyed. Then he removed the thick
animal fur from her paralysed body and stood gazing down at her and
the furry nest of blonde wisp matting her open thighs.
With a sense of stirring in his groin he was aware of her soft
flesh, her smooth skin, pale of colour except for the dirt around her
feet and ankles. He had not been sure of the formation of mankind in
this time, but now he relaxed, inside and out. He reached down once
again, and, with his strong arms, lifted and carried the terrorised
young woman, her body quivering, into the forest and away from the
beaten track where he laid her gently down onto a thick soft bed of
forest floor.
He looked at her and he saw. She was an exceedingly little woman,
perfectly apportioned, like a little doll, with a tawney surface that
cast a natural essence unblended with the choice fragrance and greases
of centuries to come. An active musk of the forest arose from her damp
brush and from her armpits. There was something supremely native about
this woman, and he had grown bored of late with the women who bestowed
upon their own bodies. He was strangely affected by her and he moved
against her.
Marla lay frozen against her will, trapped and terrorised beyond
words she could ever have formed in her primitive brain. She
swallowed, trying to control her breathing. Her heavy hair was hot
against the back of her neck and shoulders. Her buttocks clenched and
unclenched in fear and her bladder had emptied quickly. Her nipples
extended, engorged and hardened, as did that precious core between her
thighs that she played with when alone at night or in the safety of
the forest, away from prying eyes. It pulsed and throbbed between the
folded lips of the now-trembling junction of her creamy thighs.
He pressed her against the forest floor, cupping her breast,
kissing her mouth, sucking her nipples painfully, rousingly, torching
her lower belly and loins in a way she had never experienced before in
her life. Her mind and senses screamed in confusion, acting
independently of her conscious thoughts while her body took on a mind
all of its own, far beyond her control as she responded unconsciously,
frightened beyond belief.
This young woman seemed to be like an angelic animal, struggling
and strongly silent from the jaws of death, as if quite used to being
in such a crisis. There was a pattern to the cringing and shaking of
her skin when he fell upon her in his lust of the moment, feeling
instantly with modest penetration only there was no assessed way in
which she trembled her hips against his thighs, clasped tightly in the
hollow of her saddle. Just a few kisses on her exceedingly small
mouth, coupled with a small measure of finger-play were enough to
arouse a series of erratic seizures radiating from her pulsating
internal mystery, creasing her body with desires that are commonly the
consequence of a male's burning expulsion.
One after another, in quick continuance, a number of animalistic
exclamations exploded from her lips as the surges of delirium breached
and bubbled along her flesh. She was so defenceless and carnal to his
very least movements that he was greatly flattered and affected. He
even felt afraid to hilt her with his colossal sword, as if dreading
he might kill her with it, and so for a time, withdrew from between
her milky liquid thighs.
For a good while he was content to enjoy her clasping and
scraping at his skin, simply as a result of letting his fingertips
tickle the perimeter of the delicate starfish between her buttocks. He
strengthened his thoughts. Then it was she, easing below his knee,
smearing his leg with her dewy sap, bending round and lowering her
head to his considerable appendage.
Marla sucked the soft pulpy tip of it, so large that her cherry
lips could hardly fit over, while he parted her firm bottom with his
palms and let his fingers play, both with her starfish as well as the
fluttering drizzling thread beneath it. Then he prised her legs wide
apart, and, forcing them back so that her saddle was fully assailable
he cradled his chest against her soft legs. Her heart pounded and her
pulsed throbbed throughout her body as its stretching began in
earnest.
He saw the fur grew thinly about the unwrinkled slit of her moist
purse, and, as he lifted himself into position he snatched a cutting
glance at the two firm mounds folding firmly inwards against each
other. As she placed her tiny hands on his buttocks he reached down
with one hand, and, parting the swelling mounds with two fingers,
introduced the head of his enormous member into the tight opening, as
close and as small as her lips.
She was a maiden. He smiled with previous knowing. Nature had
awarded her with such a cramped wrapper it actually hurt him as his
broad organ fathomed it. He moved it to the right and to the left,
swallowing the pain deeply into his own throat as he plunged and
reared, causing her body to thrash with each stroke. He stretched the
sheath which clung to his shaft as firmly as his own skin while she
threw her legs about his waist, giving short, rasping animalistic
cries, undisguised by any complexity. Her narrow case clasped and
sucked on his organ. Like a water-pump it drew the burning fluid from
his firm testicles up the fibrous drains of his organ, swelling hard
along the lower surfaces of her velvet burrow. Then at last the
frosty fluid spilled in forceful jets, swelling her fleshy thimble
that ended her pulsing, quivering canal, each gush causing a piercing
howl from her lips and the sinking of her teeth deep into his muscular
chest.
After resting for only seconds he wasted no more preliminaries
and sprang himself inside her hot wet slit wildly, losing her grip in
the process. Savagely he spread her legs, throwing them open like an
animal about to be feasted upon by its predator. He forced her thighs
back so that her protruding orifice was pressed against his chest,
streaking it with her woman's wetness. As she locked her hands about
his neck unconsciously and unknowingly the fear shined brilliantly in
her wide round eyes.
Trying to escape the terrors and fears Marla bucked and heaved
beneath him, but to no avail. He jerked upwards, tore her centre open
roughly with his hands and thrust his organ deep into her meaty
moistness again and again and again. He hammered against her loins,
her cradle, wild grunts burst forth from her foaming lips as the
animal victory cries of the conqueror erupted from his own.
Marla sank her teeth deep into his shoulder as she was lashed
with such brutality and lust, the like of which she had never
experienced nor imagined could possibly be. She gouged his back with
her claws, drawing blood in her own heat and rising passion and raw
animal lust. When his hands clawed at her breasts, drawing blood from
her torn nipples she lowered her fingers from his sliced shoulders in
defeat.
They rocked and tossed amongst the leafy forest floor so
violently the ground seemed to move beneath her twisting and rolling
buttocks. The earth shuddered beneath his violence and her own now
unsolicited and tumultuous responses until at last the searing liquid
of his violence again surged up the plunging stem hilting inside her
heaving and bucking junction, bursting from the swollen head,
spattering her insides with a million tiny beads of fire and
brimstone, sending her into death-like convulsions within her own
deafening screams.
* * *
Many, many times, and in many, many ways throughout that long
afternoon did he enjoy and empty of himself deeply inside her tight
confines, flooding her until she seeped copiously with the frosty
white nectar of his unborn. Her own passion had been unleashed as many
times at the peak of her wild cries of rapture from enforced sheer raw
lust. Her strength of her passing peaks and moments astonished him
greatly, and with the spending of his passion for mankind's future
time and time again did he draw from her deepest loins the milk and
nectar of her own unknown motherhood in repeated and relentless
never-before-experienced lust and unbridled passion.
Over and over did she scream and shriek her joy, her pain, and
her hitherto unknown ecstasy until she finally moaned the loss of her
life's fading energy, drinking him finally and lastly with her centre,
draining him dry, extracting from him fully and completely his last
drop of wine. He sensed it when it came and he knew and made ready one
last time, exploding and emptying, filling her channel to overflowing
once again, until finally he lay breathless over her, blanketing her
shimmering breasts and neck with appreciative burning kisses.
Marla lay quiet beneath him in their aftermath in wide-eyed
wonder at this sensual giant who had enlarged her pleasure to its
utmost. He parted from her slowly and fully as she moaned his leaving
of her still-tight chamber as night was falling. And then he was gone
from her as quickly as he had come, leaving her lying alive, but
lifeless on the soft carpet of leaves, her legs spread wide, her apex
seeping of its blended mix of honey-dewed nectar and ageless wine,
star-eagled, her eyes wide and staring at the soft approach of the
coming night sky through the leafy breaks in the forest-green roof.
He knew her mind was closed in perfect contentment, but only for
the moment. Her breasts shimmered in the glistening sweat of that
which had taken her mind, body and senses by storm. He had simply
gone, having intervened yet again, as was his right and decreed
destiny to hopefully leave his mark on the future breeding quality,
stock, and intelligence of mankind and their generations unending to
come, enlivening the mental and physical spark that would bring them
eventually from the caves, or at least, help them to survive while
still living in them. It was time once again to move on, to another
time, another century, and to another woman's warm and waiting nest -
to yet another mother of mankind's future unborn children.
.* * * The End of Chapter I By Mesmer
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"HYPNO-FIRE" (c) by Mesmer
*
John loved the bush of an afternoon, especially late afternoon, just
before dusk. He sat atop his horse and watched as the cattle settled
down for the day. One by one they found their special spot and
ungracefully lay down with a thud. He whistled the dogs, sending them
back and forth, gently rounding those cattle who had settled further
away from his selected boundary than he wanted. The dogs roused them
back up on their feet, not with noisy barking, but with gentle
threatening runs at their hind quarters or soft nips on their heels.
John smiled as he watched the professional cattle dogs work their last
for the day, noticing even they seemed a bit tired as they herded
their strays back in closer to the camp boundaries.
He glanced over his right and left shoulders at the others.
Steven and Jack were loading the land-rover for the trip back into
town where they intended to spend the night. Neither of them had the
thing for sleeping under the stars like John had. It was always a
motel or hotel with hot running water, soft sheets and a beer or two
before calling the day quits. John planned to send Susan, the young
work experience girl with them. This was her first night on a driving
muster. He figured, from experience with city boys and girls, that
sleeping on the same level as snakes and other ground animals wouldn't
exactly place her mind in a preparatory state for sleep without waking
him up all night with her screams at every strange noise she would
definitely be hearing throughout the night.
A familiar whistle brought his attention casually round to his
left. It was Susan. The twenty-two-year-old girl from the city who had
arrived at their cattle station looking for work experience. She was
studying to be a vet and had wanted to gain actual hands-on experience
on a real property, working closely with real cattle and their day to
day problems, and in that way, take with her some first-hand
experience when she began the last year of her four-year course of
studies. John had admired her for her attitude towards her future
career.
He climbed wearily down from his horse and removed the heavy
stock saddle, placing it carefully down beside the three others. Susan
was over with Jack and Steven. As John glanced in their direction, he
noticed Jack shaking his head from side to side in the negative
manner, grinning at Susan as he did so. Steven then said something he
couldn't quite hear and then Jack and Steven both laughed loudly. He
watched as Susan turned and walked away from them, heading off into
the bushes, probably to take care of her bodily functions, he thought,
which immediately reminded him of how long he had been sitting in the
saddle without relieving his bladder that long afternoon.
He stood up wearily and headed off into the bush also, but in the
opposite direction to where he had seen Susan walking towardly. When
he returned, he saw Jack and Steven making his fire for the night. The
sun was just saying its final goodbyes to any who happened to notice
it leaving for the day. He walked over to them, curiously wondering
why Susan wasn't back. She should've been, he figured, as he squatted
down on his haunches and shifted a few of the small sticks so that
when the fire was lit it would burn more evenly towards the larger
ones he liked to see burn well into the night.
Steven and Jack stood on the other side, packing up the last of
their things and then throwing them into the back of the rover. Then
they both walked over to him and squatted down as he was, resting
comfortably on their haunches as the men from the Australian bush had
a way of doing when they wanted to take a quick break without laying
flat on their backs under a tall, leafy gum tree.
"She wants to stay with you." Steven said with a dry laugh. "I
told her no, and told her about all the bitey things that might get
her through the night. I think she's a bit miffed right now."
Jack and John both joined Steven in their quiet laughter at city
people and their huffy ways when they didn't get what they wanted.
"I told her you were a loner, too." Jack said with a wry grin.
"And really liked your privacy out here of a night."
The men quieted their mirth then as Susan strode out through the
bushes and stepped out her pace towards them. John glanced casually,
but quickly towards her face and knew instantly she hadn't given up on
the idea of staying for the night. Her jaw was set firm and her eyes
focussed - directly on his. He looked casually back down at the pile
of twigs in the would-be fire site and smiled. A fiery one at that, he
thought amused.
"I'm not afraid of snakes." Susan said quietly, but firmly as she
tried her best to hunker down onto her haunches as the men had done,
finding it a bit difficult in the tight jeans she had worn for the
day. Nevertheless, she managed it, but only to a certain degree.
John smiled without looking up at her when she spoke, amused at
the way he could see her squatting out of the corner of his eye. He
half-expected any good evening breeze to blow her sideways, should it
decide to come up, so precarious did her state of balance seem to him.
He said nothing, just waited until she said what she had been in the
bushes for so long planning to say when she returned.
"Why is it," Susan began again. "That all you guys think you've
got the only claim to being the Man from Snow River?"
Steven and Jack burst out laughing at her childish way of getting
back at them for refusing to let her spend the night in the bush. John
just smiled quietly, secretly admiring her for having a go at them in
her own way.
"If any snake comes within one foot of me, I'll be wearing a new
belt come breakfast time." Susan added for good measure.
All three of the men then burst out laughing at her proposed
toughness, knowing full well how she, and they as well would react to
a ten-foot brown snake curling up inside her sleeping bag with her for
the night. When the laughter died down John looked squarely into her
defiant eyes. They dared him to say something belittling, as the
others had done to her.
"All right." John said quietly, then dropped his gaze back to the
unlit campfire, his hands once again fiddling with the small twigs.
"Get your gear."
Steven and Jack looked quickly at him, surprised for only a few
seconds. Then they accepted his decision with a smile and a grin and
both stood up and stretched. He was the boss. If he wanted to put up
with her squarking all night that was his problem. At least they
wouldn't have to baby-sit her throughout the evening.
John kept his gaze steadily on the twigs in his hands, waiting,
knowing Susan had proven herself so far in all the work they had given
her to do and hadn't failed too badly in any of it. She had driven her
herd of twenty or so stray cattle slowly in amongst the others without
disturbing the main herd, which wasn't an easy task at the best of
times. He raised his gaze to hers. She was looking straight at him,
smiling.
Yes, he thought, as he held her green, emerald eyes for a few
seconds longer than he should have. John thought she hadn't been doing
too badly, so far, for a city girl, that is. He didn't have a lot of
faith in city girls, or boys either for that matter. Those he had seen
working on cattle properties in the past didn't seem to have any
stamina for hard work without a rest break every hour or so.
But, this one hadn't done too badly so far, he decided, and he
couldn't judge her by the other's standards. She seemed a little
different. She had willingly asked for jobs that others from the city
would've shied away from, including getting up at dawn to milk by hand
the ten cows the property used for fresh milk every morning. Once John
had taught her how to milk she seemed fine and preferred to be left
alone without him supervising her at all. She'd only had a few
accidents where a grumpy cow or a mistake by her had seen the cow's
hoof stamp angrily down into the bucket of fresh milk, which then had
to be thrown out.
John watched as Susan shifted her gaze from his and stood up, and
not without some difficulty. He smiled quietly as she headed off to
get her gear from the rover. He thought earlier of how he had watched
her climb down from her small chestnut horse and loosen the girth of
the saddle. Then she had dragged it off its back and placed it
carefully down on the ground. He had then nudged his own horse towards
the direction where the saddles were sitting, knowing he would be
doing the same thing within minutes. He had stopped a little away from
Susan and the others and had done it, then, looking forward to the cup
of billy tea he planned to make when Susan and the others left for
their comfortable motel rooms for the night - only now, it was tea for
two, John thought with a grin as he lit the twigs to get the fire
roaring for the night. Tea for two.
* *
After Steven and Jack had left for
town John and Susan had individually gone to the river and bathed,
washing off the dirt and dust from the day's droving. John had changed
into a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a light T-shirt. It was
midsummer and the nights were still warm - too hot in the sleeping
back with jeans on.
Susan had also changed into a pair of baggy shorts and a loose
top, he noticed, as he saw her coming back from the river's edge. Not
that it did much to hide the fullness of her breasts which jiggled as
she walked along, high-stepping every now and then over a clump of
grass. No bra, obviously, John figured as he dropped his gaze when she
approached the fire and sat on her knees.
"Thanks." She said quietly.
"No problems." John answered, stoking the fire, upon which sat
the frying pan with their bacon and eggs he was cooking them both for
dinner.
"Bacon and eggs for dinner shouldn't throw out your body clock
too much." He told her with a grin and without looking up at her.
"That's fine." Susan answered with a smile in her voice.
They ate in comfortable silence. John was the type of man who
said something only when he had something to say. He figured if others
couldn't handle his silence or lack of contributing silence, then that
was their problem - not his. Whenever his gaze met Susan's, she just
smiled, and didn't seem to him, too put off by his lack of a running
commentary on their hastily, but efficiently prepared dinner.
After they'd finished eating John put the billy on for their
evening cup of tea. Then he stood up and stretched.
"The dishes are yours." He smiled down at her as she finished the
last of her bacon and eggs. "Fair enough?"
Susan looked up at him and smiled. "No problems." She grinned.
He laughed at her saying his own favourite phrase back to him.
Then he walked to his bedroll and sleeping bag and rolled it out,
brushing away the ground around where he intended to sleep for the
night with a leafy branch he picked up along the way. Then he walked
back to the fire and checked the billy tea water. It was bubbling at
the right temperature. He made them both a cup of black, steaming hot
tea and sat back down by the fire.
"I'll do the dishes now, I think." Susan said, getting to her
feet and gathering the dishes. "I don't like scalding hot tea. It'll
be cool enough for me when I've finished."
John smiled, but said nothing as he watched her take her armload
of dishes and utensils down towards the river to wash them, wondering
if that would be his first rescue mission for the night if she fell
into the river, or was frightened by some bush animal coming out in
front of her to feed for the night. But, she was back in ten minutes.
John noticed she looked a bit white around the gills, but other than
that she looked none the worse for her walk through the darkened bush
track down and back to the river.
He smiled at her as she sat back down on her sleeping blanket.
She had bunched it up beneath her to sit on, then reached for her tea
off the coals at the edge of the warm fire which was now losing some
of its tall, flaming fiery-ness and settling down more to a more even
all-round burn. He watched quietly, alone with his thoughts as Susan
sipped the still-hot mug of black tea.
"Mmmm." She said, looking over the fire glow at him drinking his
own. "You make a nice cup of tea."
John smiled, raising his mug to her in a mock toast of
congratulating himself. But he said nothing, content to just sit and
let the warmth of the fire penetrate to the depths of his
tired and aching muscles. His gaze rested somewhere in the depths of
the steady, golden flames as his body relaxed from the welcome
invasive heat as his thoughts soared on the wings of their birth.
Every now and then John would glance casually over at her and
notice that she too had seemed to let her mind and thoughts rest in
the warm depths of the fire's heart. Her eyes seemed glazed, half-open
and languid as they stared unseeingly into the golden flames licking
every which way but loose into the air above the burning logs.
Susan was resting on the side of her thighs, half-sitting and
half-lying. He could make out the shape of her breasts and the fact
that they had swung down to lie to one side against each other as she
leaned on her elbow and gazed steadily into the warmth of the fire.
Her chest seemed to rise and fall gently with her even breathing and
John suddenly noticed she hadn't blinked for several minutes. Her eyes
seemed frozen in place along with the rest of her as the flames held
her attention uninterruptedly. He watched her for several more
minutes, yet still she didn't blink. Her face seemed very relaxed and
calm, and if it wasn't for the fact that her eyes were still half-open
she would look like she had gone to sleep.
"Still among the living?" John said quietly to her. If she had
gone to sleep, he didn't want to awaken her with a start. There was no
answer. She just half-lay, half-sat there, staring into the fire. John
could see her cheeks had flushed from the heat of being so close to
the fire.
"Earth calling Susan?" he said softly, with a smile in his voice
at the fire-entranced girl. Yet still no answer came.
John just sat there and gazed at her for several long minutes,
trying to decide what to do, and taking in the form of her while he
was at it. He hadn't really noticed her in that way before, but he was
now. He could clearly see the full, nestling shape of her breasts
beneath the loose top she was wearing. And the wide expanse of smooth
thighs extending downwards from each leg of her loose and baggy shorts
was enough to create a stirring in his loins he had not previously
felt whenever he had been around her.
He stared hard at her calm, relaxed face again, realising she had
not gone to sleep, simply because her eyes were still open. Half-mast
they were, but they were still open and staring unblinking into the
flickering flames of the campfire. John then wondered if she was
hypnotised.
He looked closely at the flickering, shimmering golden flames
leaping and bending, turning and twisting from the fiery logs of their
birth and decided that they were so relaxing to look at that she
probably had hypnotised herself by looking at them for something to do
since he had not engaged her in a running conversation after their
dinner.
John also realised that she was probably very tired as well after
her first all-day stint in the saddle on top of a rocking and rolling
horse. He rose slowly from where he had been sitting and walked
carefully around to her, sitting on his haunches only two feet away
from where she lay propped up on her elbow and staring vacantly into
the shimmering golden yellow flames. He noticed that although he had
made some small noises in moving around to her side of the fire Susan
had not given any sign that she was now aware he was sitting close to
her.
John simply stared at the entranced young woman as his mind
recalled every story he'd ever heard about hypnosis. By the time he
had recollected several he felt his body shift uncomfortably deep
within his loins. He decided to see what happened if he were to speak
to her. After all, she could only wake up, he thought.
"You can close your eyes now, Susan." He said softly, soothingly,
and was surprised to see her eyes flutter a few times, then gently
close, all the way down as she sighed. John's heart skipped a beat as
he realised that she had indeed, fully hypnotised herself by gazing
uninterrupted at the flames. Her breathing was still even and gentle
and hadn't changed a bit for him having spoken to her. He decided to
try it again.
"You can open your eyes now, Susan." He said soothingly,
stretching it out to sound sleepy-like. To his increasing surprise
Susan's eyes slowly opened back to their former half- mast position
whereupon she focussed right back into the centre of the curling and
bending yellow flames.
"You may close your eyes now, Susan." He said again, watching her
carry out his suggestion with another sigh. Then, for an instant he
wondered if she was putting him on. After all, he wasn't all that
experienced with city girls and the tricks they could play on a man if
they really wanted to. He'd heard all the stories, of course. At that
point in time John decided to put her self-imposed hypnotic state to
the test. If she was trying to fool him, he would soon enough find
out. If she wasn't? Well, maybe he would learn about hypnosis for
himself, and just what it could and couldn't do - first hand, hands-on
style.
* * *
John remained perched solidly and
comfortably on his haunches while thinking up some sure-fire tests for
the entranced woman who lay before him, half lying, half-sitting and
propped up on her elbow.
"You would be more comfortable, Susan," he told her soothingly,
"if you were to lay your head down ... on your sleeping bag ... and
just relax."
To John's complete amazement, Susan, eyes still closed, sat up
slowly and shifted her sleeping bag so that it was further along from
where it had been. Then she lay down and rolled over onto her back,
resting her head down into its softness with a deep, long sigh. Her
arms flopped on the ground by her side. The toes of her shoes fell
slightly apart as she relaxed back into the hard ground. Her baggy
shorts hung stretched, open and loose around her upper thighs,
allowing him a first-hand view of the soft inside flesh of her creamy
thigh, coloured golden from the yellow flames of the campfire. John
smiled, finding his excitement mounting, in more ways then one.
"It's very warm tonight," he told her in his now-deliberately
soothing, slow voice. "By the warm fire ... with its hot flames that
make ... you feel so warm and relaxed."
He watched as Susan shifted a little, appearing to make herself
more comfortable. Then her right hand slowly came up and rested on
the material of her loose cotton top, holding it away from her body.
She began to gently pull it out and back in a sort of fanning action,
as if she were trying to cool herself. Then he felt himself stir
deeply with his next thought, but, should he dare? He thought to
himself as he considered the possible consequences of his intended
suggestion. Then, for some strange reason John threw all his normal
caution to the winds of the night, totally enthralled by what was
happening, and what could happen.
"It's way too hot ... and way too uncomfortable ... to be wearing
any clothes." He told her in his especially acquired voice and
intonations. "You would be ... much more relaxed ... and comfortable
... beside the night-fire ... if you were free of them ... once and
for all ... on this hot, warm night."
He watched Susan's other hand come slowly up and join the other
as she unbuttoned her loose, cotton top.He held his breath as she
slowly then sat up and drew the top off each shoulder and then lay it
on the ground beside her. John's mouth fell open at the sight of her
exposed breasts. They hung full and free, her flesh shimmering
patterns of golden yellow in the glow from the twisting and curling
flames. Her nipples were long and dark, succulent, and, John thought,
very erect, too.
John's heart began to pound steadily against his rib cage with
the quickening of his pulse as he stared at them for several seconds
before Susan then reached down to the belt of her shorts and released
it. Then she slid the zipper down to the bottom of its travel. Her
hands thumbed the sides of them at her waist and dragged them slowly
downwards to her knees, lifting her buttocks from side to side as they
passed over them. Once having got them to her knees, Susan then
slipped them slowly down to her ankles and off her feet, one at a
time.
His own breathing deepened as he watched the unbelievable show
unfolding before his very eyes. Susan's hands reached back to her
waist. Her thumbs once again slipped beneath the waistband of her
white, brief underwear and dragged them down over her hips and
buttocks, just as she had done with the baggy shorts, exposing her
junction's triangle of lush and thick, soft, black, curly pubic hair
to his eager gaze as she turned and stretched out fully her sleeping
bag on the ground behind her.
But, Susan did not hop inside it. Instead, she lay full length on
top of it, crossing her ankles and resting her hands lightly beneath
her breasts across the top of her gently rising and falling stomach as
she breathed. Then she sighed, deep and long, and seemed to relax
fully back down into the ground. The glow of the golden flames danced
like fireflies over her entire form from head to toe, giving her
figure and completely nude shape an almost surreal image to John's
hungry and very excited eyes as they simply stared agape at the first
sight of a nude woman's body he had seen in a very long time. He had
to get to the city more often, he thought - too long between drinks.
The End.
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HYP-NONSENSE
(C)
by Mesmer
Chapter 1
*
He was tired and he'd had enough for one week's work of listening
patiently to other people's problems in his role as a counsellor. All
he wanted to do was settle in for the evening and maybe watch a video
or two while sipping a Rum and Coke. And maybe after that he might
even try and plunder his wife if he could talk her into it. She hadn't
been too interested lately, not that he had been either, with all the
work he'd had on at the clinic.
So, all in all, Max Rogers was not in too friendly a mood when he
walked through the door of his house at six pm on that Friday evening
and was told that their guests would be arriving in one hours time. It
had been Margaret's, his wife's idea, and, she had not cleared it with
him as she usually did. She had this time because she had noticed how
tired he'd been lately and how they never went anywhere, thinking it
might be nice to just relax and enjoy a warm, friendly gathering over
a few drinks with friends at their home where they didn't have to
drive home afterwards.
Max had been livid at first, but had settled down after he'd had
one Rum and Coke and a hot shower. He'd returned downstairs just as
their first guests arrived. Margaret was closing the door behind them
as he came off the bottom step leading up to their family bedroom.
There would be three other couples joining them for the evening, Peter
and Pauline being the first to arrive. Soon would come John and Jane
in the same car as Robert and Rowena. Max had always wondered how he
ever came to know three other couples like he and his wife whose
initials had been the same as their partner.
* *
By the time Max had helped his wife get some drinks for everyone the
others had arrived. Everyone had settled themselves, spread around
the lounges and couches in the lounge room. The atmosphere was warm
and jovial as all sipped their drinks with several different
conversations happening at once as everyone brought everyone else up
to date on what had been happening with them since they had last all
saw each other.
Max was sipping his wine, casually observing the interaction
between all the other husbands and wives, looking for any sign of
coolness or hostility, meaning there was a problem within the marriage
unit itself, but there were none to be seen. All seemed loving and
courteous towards one another, at least on the surface, Max thought,
as he brought his thoughts and concentration back to the current
talker, John. John was talking about a stage show him and Jane had
attended a few weeks before - a hypnotic stage show. They had both
volunteered and had a ball, according to John. The excitement in his
voice was evident as he retold some of the things the stage hypnotist
had them both doing in front of a hundred people or so in the
audience.
Max watched Jane's face as she watched her husband's face while
he retold the story of their exciting evening. Jane seemed to get a
far away look in her eye every now and then, but her smile remained
fixed on her rather attractive face and features at all times.
"I don't know whether I was under or not." John was saying. "I
felt tingly at one time. Maybe I just went along with the show. I
don't know." Even then, as he was talking, John tried to recall the
strange feeling he had experienced as he had gazed into the eyes of
the hypnotist. But, try as he might, he just couldn't remember. It had
been fun, anyway, he concluded to himself as he stopped talking to
draw a breath.
I definitely felt under." Jane jumped right in on his last word.
"It was incredible! At one time I really tried not to do what he said,
but I couldn't! I really tried, but I just couldn't get it to happen
for me, my way. It just felt right to do exactly as he said!
Everything he said seemed to be such a good idea at the time, even
though I knew I was making a real fool of myself. But I just didn't
seem to care." Jane's skin prickled all over as she thought of the way
she had felt on the night. It had been the most unusual experience of
her life, one that she was sure she'd never forget.
Everybody laughed, including Jane. Max knew quite a lot about
hypnosis, although nobody in the room knew exactly how much. He used
it, in fact, almost every day with at least one of his patients. Even
Margaret, his wife of ten years now didn't know about that aspect of
his skills. He'd always felt that his business was his business, and
he hated bringing work home or talking about it in any way.
"I'd love to feel what it's like." Pauline said with exuberance
in her voice, seeing the excitement in both John and Jane's voices and
faces as they talked. The thoughts of being totally under someone
else's control somehow turned her on, in a nice sort of way. She made
a mental note to check the papers in her area and look for any stage
hypnotism shows that might be on. Maybe she could talk Peter into
going along. She was sure he'd like to, after listening to the
exciting and funny stories of Jane and John.
"Me too!" Rowena chimed in immediately. It all sounded like so
much fun, being made to do things against you will. She had been
hypnotised in her high school years for a learning disability. Her
mother had taken her. She couldn't remember what it had felt like, or
if it had even helped her with her schoolwork now. Too long ago. But
the thought of it now seemed to be totally different to those of her
memories. It sounded like a lot of fun and excitement.
Robert just sat and listened. He had been hypnotised once at a
stage show, but it was so long ago he could hardly remember it.
Nothing startling came to mind as he tried though, excited in a
strange sort of way as he took in the excitement on John and Jane's
faces as they recounted their experiences of the night.
Peter listened, entertained, but not impressed. As a solicitor he
had been made naturally cynical by his industry. He believed no-one
and nothing anybody else told him - even from his wife. He smiled. The
wines he had consumed so far were dulling his cynicism a little, but
not so much that he actually believed that hypnosis could make a
person do something against their own wishes or will.
The husbands all remained quiet, but attentive, Max noticed, as the
women then all began to imagine out loud various situations, and then
laugh and giggle about how they would behave and whether or not they
would have gone under if it had been they up on the stage that night.
All listening were egged on by Jane and John's memories and the
excitement in their voice as they recounted and elaborated on each
thing the stage hypnotist had them do.
"How about a nice, warm fire." Max said aloud. It was a cool
winter's night. The chill was just beginning to find its way into the
lounge room of their nice, but rather old house.
"Great!" Robert agreed, suddenly realising that there had
developed a slight chill in the air. He rubbed his hands together
briskly.
Max had the logs burning in the fireplace within ten minutes. The
heat from the raging fire quickly sent wave after wave of warmth and
relaxation throughout the large, high- ceilinged room and everyone in
it as they continued drinking their wine, opening fresh bottles as
each of them emptied. Max remained a little quieter than the rest,
joining in occasionally, but content to just drink his wine and notice
the effect of the heat from the fire and the wine as it mixed in the
minds and bodies of his guests. Max had always been a people-watcher.
It was his stock-in-trade.
Max studied each one individually as he listened and took part in
the rambling conversations. John and Jane were very relaxed in their
chairs, their faces flushed from the excitement of their stories, the
warmth from the flaming log fire, as well as the several glasses of
wine they had each consumed. Robert and Rowena seemed just as relaxed
and even more talkative now, while Peter and Pauline were sprawled
back in their chairs really getting into the spirit of having a good
time. Max's wife, Margaret was also flushed in the face, he noticed.
Her eyes glistened as they always did whenever she drank wine. Max had
not missed Jane, in his scrutinising of her face, that she seemed to
be a little tipsy in her chair, and occasionally slurred in her speech
as she giggled and cackled along with the rest of the women. Max
smiled, thinking it wouldn't be long before she would have had her
fill for the night.
"I've got to go." Jane declared suddenly with a giggle. "Got to
make room for some more of this delicious wine."
Everybody laughed. Max thought with an amused grin that it was
unusual that none of the other women got up to go with her as he
watched Jane sway a little on her feet after rising from the depth of
her comfortable chair. Most kittens went to the sandbox in pairs or
threes, although he had never found in any of his psyche books the
reason why it was always so. Everybody then just returned to the
conversations they had been having, minus Jane, and it was at that
Moment Max's bladder gave a hint to him as well.
"I'm after Jane, my body tells me." He said with a laugh as he
rose and walked towards the long hallway where Jane had disappeared
down on her way to the downstairs toilet.
Max heard everyone just laughed and continued with their
conversation as if he hadn't spoken at all. When Max reached the
toilet the door was closed. He leaned against the wall, controlling
the growing feeling of full in his lower loins with a little
thigh-squeezing and bladder tensing.
After a few minutes he heard the toilet flush. Then the door
opened and Jane stepped out quickly. He smiled when she saw him,
noticing how glazed her eyes were from the heat and the wine. She
grinned, swaying unsteadily as she was about to pass him.
"Oohh!" she exclaimed as her legs suddenly gave way beneath her.
Max quickly reached out and grabbed her, preventing her from
falling to the tiled hallway floor, flat on her pretty face.
"Must have got up too quickly?" Max smiled as he righted her and
looked into her eyes. She seemed to be having trouble focussing.
"Wow!" Jane said. "Watch that last step. It's a killer! Aaaaahh!
My head is spinning!" Then she laughed.
It was at that precise moment in time that Max had an impulsive
idea barnstorm directly into his consciousness - a compulsive thought
and act he would never have thought himself capable of. He held Jane
tightly by each upper arm as steadied her, and stared hard into her
eyes.
"Just relax." He said firmly, but soothingly to her. "Just let go
... relax and remember ... how nice it is to ... just let go of
everything ... go with the flow. ... Your dizziness will soon pass ...
if you just relax ... let go right into it ... until you feel yourself
... sinking down ... and down ... down under the weight of your own
... very heavy ... very tired eyelids."
Max watched Jane's eyelids blink several times as she tried to
focus on his face. He repeated everything he had just said to her
again, and then again for a third time. By the end of the third time
Jane's eyes had closed completely. She stood swaying a little in his
grasp. Her breathing was deep and even. Her lips were parted.
Jane felt strange. The near-trip and fall onto the tiles had
rattled her a little. Thank Christ Max had been there to catch her. He
had been right. She had gotten up from the toilet too quickly with her
head down. She knew she had drunk a little too much wine too quickly
with the heat in the room. Her head was spinning, but not as crazily
as it had before Max had started talking to her about relaxing. It
felt good to let go. After all that was why she had come along. To
relax and have a good time. Jane wondered why Max's voice seemed
different somehow - sort of gentle, but firm, almost like her father
talking to her.
"Now go deeper." Max said firmly to her. "Into your wonderful
feeling ... really go deeper into it ... let yourself go ... have some
fun." He continued firmly and gently. "After all, that's what you're
here for. Isn't that true?"
"Mmmm." Came Jane's mumbled response. She knew max was right.
And she felt so light-headed right then, reminding herself how lucky
she was that Max was holding her upright by her upper arms. Her head
was calming. The spinning sensation was quickly being replaced by a
deep, inner peace and quiet as she found herself listening to max's
different, yet not unlikeable voice.
"Go deeper and deeper ... into your relaxation ... feeling so
wonderful ... how you feel right now ... in every way ... in your
mind ... your body ... just give yourself permission ... go deeper
... so deep, ... just like you were ... and are now ... on stage ...
with the hypnotist. ... deeper ... deeper down. ... all the way down
... the deepest level ... you know you were hypnotised ... and are
again right now ... so deeply ... couldn't stop yourself from ...
can't stop yourself now ... doing exactly what the hypnotist told you
to, ... even if you didn't want to, ... the more you try to resist
... the more you can't resist ... knowing that you did ... will do
again ... everything that's suggested to you ... with the sound of my
voice. ... so deep that you ... feel the best you ever have .... will
only ever remember ... what I tell you to remember ... forget all the
rest. ... now... go deeper ... and deeper ... deeper ... down ... and
... down ... down ... and deeper ... and deeper ... deeper ... and
down ... down ... and down."
Jane felt herself sinking down into the depths of her own mind.
She felt light-headed, as if she were floating on a soft, white fluffy
cloud. Max's voice sounded ss soft and so soothing, and so far away.
She felt herself sigh, but heard nothing from the sound of her own
voice as she floated down and down with the soothing sound of max's
soft, gentle voice. Jane thought again how much he sounded just like
her father - gentle, but firm - caring for her somehow. Then she lost
the thought to another warm wave of relaxation that carried her down
even further in her own mind.
When he finished and drew breath Max knew Jane was deeply
hypnotised. She breathed deeply and evenly. Her chest rose and fell
like a sleeping baby as she stood gently swaying in his gentle grip on
each of her upper arms. He studied her face and eyes for verification
of the depth of her trance, then spoke to her again.
"You will always be able to hear me, Jane ... you will always
want to obey my voice ... whatever I say to you ... everything I say
to you will ... seem like such a great idea ... would be one's ... you
would have thought have for yourself ... no matter what I say ... you
will always want to obey ... my voice ... it can always make you feel
... as great and wonderful as ... you do right now ... that is how ...
you want to feel like that... all the time ... isn't it, Jane?"
"Ye..es." Jane answered dreamily. Of course she did. Why wouldn't
she? It felt wonderful to be floating so lightly on her cloud like
this. So light and so warm and relaxed. Of course she did. That was
exactly how she wanted to always feel.
"That's fine." Max replied to the deeply entranced woman. "Now
... whenever you ... hear me say your name ... you will naturally
... you will easily ... want to comply with ... whatever words ... or
whatever suggestions ... follow them ... you can always feel this good
again ... all the time ... are you happy to do that, Jane?"
"Yes." Jane answered softly. She seemed so far away from his
voice she could hardly hear what he was saying. Even her own voice
seemed to be coming from so far away - somewhere above herself. But
she felt so good. And everything Max said seemed to make sense because
she really did always want to feel like this. Of course she would do
anything to always feel like this. Who wouldn't?
"That's fine." Max said. "Now ... when I snap my fingers ... you
will wake up ... you will feel a little dizzy ... but not too bad ...
you will remember nothing ... of what I have said to you ... your
unconscious mind will remember everything ... you will be happy to
obey my every word ... after I say your name ... is that clear?"
Jane nodded, not wanting to leave the warmth and the relaxation
of where she was and what she was feeling throughout her mind and body
right then. She supposed she must get back to the party sometime. It
was good that her unconscious mind would remember, because she wasn't
very good at remembering things anyway. John would quickly vouch for
that, and he usually did.
Jane heard the sharp sound as max snapped his fingers. Her eyes
blinked a few times, then opened and focussed right on is smiling face
and kind eyes.
"Take it easy." Max smiled as he gently tightened his grip on her
upper arms once again. "You wouldn't want to fall onto the tiles. That
would really spoil all the fun you seem to be having."
He watched Jane shake her head as if trying to clear it. Then she
smiled, and then laughed as she straightened her stance more upright
beneath his grip. She took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds,
then exhaled with a smile and a sigh.
"Can't have that." She laughed. "Too much wine left to drink
yet." And with that she turned and moved off back down the hallway,
wondering why she felt so light and so warm and relaxed. She really
felt good. Jane looked forward to more of that sweet wine as she
negotiated the hallway a lot differently to the way she had first
walked down it.
Max watched her go, noticing that her walk was now once again
steady, without any sway at all. Her shoulders were square, her step
sure and steady. He smiled, wondering why he did what he had just
done. He shook his head, amazed at himself and his actions, then went
into the toilet, closing the door behind him.
* * *
Max returned to the lounge and sank
down his chair heavily. The heat and the wine were having a slightly
noticeable effect on him as well. Figuring it was the heat more than
the wine Max decided to take it easy. He picked up his glass and
rejoined the conversations, listening to several at once and smiling
as he sipped the cool, sweet liquid.
He studied Jane for several minutes as she spoke, listened and
laughed. She seemed clearer in the face, and was no longer slurring
any of her words. She smiled at him as their eyes met while she was
speaking, as if she knew a secret that only he and she knew. Max
grinned back at her, raising his wine glass in a toasting gesture. Now
that he had hypnotised her, with her name said by his voice as a
trigger, Max was wondering what he was going to do about it, puzzling
over what opportunity he might take advantage of to have some light-
hearted fun at Jane's expense. It would be good if he could somehow do
the same thing to all the others, he thought as he sipped his wine
again - but how to? That was the question.
Then, to Max's complete surprise, it was one of the others who
gave him the opportunity he needed to have some fun with all of them.
"Imagine how much fun we could have right now if one of us knew
how to hypnotise." Pauline said with exuberance.
Jane clapped her hands jubilantly. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "What a
shame."
Max's wife turned to face him and smiled, raising her eyebrows in
a questioning manner. "Max?" was all she said. He knew what she meant,
simply because she didn't know. And then it hit him. He knew suddenly
what he was going to do with Jane. He smiled at his wife as the words
formed in his mind, and then in his throat.
"I don't use hypnosis." Max said as all eyes turned to face him.
"I don't know how, and wouldn't see a role for it anyway. Don't even
know if I really believe in it either? I think that if a person
believes, really believes in it then they should be able to do it,
according to the laws of psychotherapy."
Max let them stew on that for a few seconds before he continued.
"In fact," he went on. "I think if it was someone who had already
experienced what they believed was a hypnotic experience, it should be
relatively easy for that person to have everything come to mind that
was needed to induce a trance in those who wish to be hypnotised."
Max watched them all as he sipped his wine. Then slowly, as he
knew they would, all faces turned towards Jane and Peter.
"Don't be stupid!" Peter laughed. "I couldn't! I wouldn't know
what to say. I'd feel a real fool. Maybe later when I'm really drunk."
"That only leaves you, Jane." Pauline giggled. "Want to have some
fun?"
"Yes, Jane." Max said quickly at the opportune moment delivered
to him by the gods, and noticing her gaze lock straight to him when he
said her name. "Jane, I think you know in your heart and head what to
do to hypnotise all of us, and being very confident of your power to
hypnotise while you do it."
Max had noticed the smile vanish from Jane's face as she listened
to the words he spoke that followed the saying of her name. Then she
smiled, and then followed that with a giggle. Then the smile faded
again.
"Okay." She said with a semi-confident grin. "I can do that ... I
think."
Pauline clapped her hands together boisterously. John looked at
his wife with amazement in his eyes. Peter and Robert were just
smiling quietly, while Margaret and Rowena glanced at each other and
burst out laughing simultaneously.
"Jane, start with the others." Max told her. "I want to finish
this glass of wine. I'm really enjoying it."
Max then noticed Jane's smile come and go as he spoke. Now it had
returned after she'd heard her name said, along with the words that
followed.
"All right." Jane said as she stood up in front of everybody. "I
want you all to sit over here on the floor in front of me. Make
yourselves comfortable so that nothing will distract you from what I'm
saying to you." Inside Jane's mind she was impressed, wondering where
the words came from she had just said. It must be the memory of what
the hypnotist said to us, she decided as she watched everybody move in
the positions on the floor as she'd asked. Jane felt her body tingle
all over with excitement at what she was doing, or about to do.
"Jane," Max said. "Everything the hypnotist and I have said to
you, will come back to you as you talk. You'll know exactly what to
say. Don't worry. Be confident and know that you can do it, with
question, and without doubt."
Jane listened to what Max said. His voice sounded familiar
somehow, but in what way she didn't know. Then she lost the thought
altogether as others suddenly appeared in her mind. He was right
though, she decided then in her own mind. She did know how to do it.
"Okay." Jane began. "Now, everyone just look up here at my eyes,
and don't take your eyes of mine for a single second. Breathe easily
and deeply, and just relax for the hell of it, knowing you are going
to have some real fun. Okay?"
Max watched everyone as they looked up from their seated
positions on the floor at Jane's face and eyes. The men laughed a
little. The women were cooperating.
"She's doing her best, guys." He told them seriously. "Give her a
chance and go with it. You never know. She might just surprise all of
us.
What the hell, Peter thought, as he concentrated on his Jane's
face. The worst that could happen was to fall sideways onto the
carpet. Dead drunk or dead asleep in hypnosis. Either way it wouldn't
hurt.
John decided to get serious, wondering if she could remember what
the hypnotist had said to them both that night on the stage.
Robert concentrated on Jane's eyes, which wasn't easy. He'd had
too many wines and he knew it.
Max watched as the men became as serious in cooperating with Jane
as were the women. They all looked a little drunk to him. He smiled as
he waited for Jane to continue.
"Just let yourself go." Jane began, not knowing where she was
getting the words from, and not really caring about it as she watched
their faces, one after the other. "Relax ... and ... feel good. It's
all about ... feeling good about yourself ... in every way. Breathe
deeply ... and relax in each breath ... you breathe out. Just let
yourself relax ... deeply and ... more deeply ... into each breath out
of your mouth ... and notice now ... how heavy and ... how tired your
eyes feel ... right at this moment ... you haven't noticed before now
... how very heavy ... how very tired ... those eyes of yours are ...
right now."
Max had to smile. His own eyelids began to feel heavy as he
listened to Jane's halting speech. He could see everyone blinking,
their eyes seeming very heavy as they each sat and gazed somewhat
drunkenly up at Jane staring down at them.
"Now," Jane continued. "I'm going to count backwards ... from
twenty to one ... and ... as I count ... I'm going to count backwards
... faster and faster. As I do so ... your eyes will become so heavy
... that you won't be able to keep them open ... no matter how hard
you try ... where the more you try ... the more you can't keep them
open ... they will close ... all by themselves ... as they close ...
all by themselves ... as you relax ... and ... go into a deep ...
hypnotic sleep ... where everything I tell you to feel ... you will
feel ... everything I tell you to experience ... you will experience
... and ... you will remember nothing when you awake ... except how
good you feel ... about being hypnotised ... and ... how much fun
you're going to have ... when you are as deeply hypnotised ... as
you're going to be ... by the time I say the number one."
Max noticed that Pauline's eyes had already closed before Jane
had even begun to count. He was impressed. Jane must be unconsciously
remembering every word and inflection exactly the way the hypnotist
had told her, he thought. He then listened as she began to count
backwards from twenty to one, gaining speed with each number she said.
By the time she had reached the number one, all eyes were closed. The
lot of them were sitting peacefully, their heads slumped forward
slightly, except for Pauline's, whose head lay well forward, her chin
almost touching her chest.
"You will be deaf ... to any word I say," Jane continued after
checking all eyes were closed. "Unless you hear your name said first.
When I say your name ... you will willingly respond in full ... in
your mind ... and thoughts ... and actions ... in exactly the way I
suggest to you that ... you will ... and ... you will be ecstatically
happy in doing so."
Jane took a deep breath, held it for a second or two, then let it
out with a smile. She turned and looked at Max. He was smiling at her.
"Well done." Max said to her, making her feel proud and really
good about herself.
"I did it!" Jane exclaimed like a little girl who had found a
special prize. "I really did it!"
"Yes, you did." Max answered her. "Now Jane, tell them that they
will respond to my voice as well, but only when I say their name."
Driven by her unknown unconscious trigger whenever Max said her
name, Jane turned and delivered his words to them. When she'd done
that she turned back to Max to find him still smiling warmly and
proudly at her.
"Jane," Max said firmly. "Unless I say your name, you will hear
and be aware of nothing else going on around you. Is that clear?"
"Yes." Jane answered, wondering why Max would say that, but not
really caring much one way or the other.
"Sit down in the chair and close your eyes ... and sleep ...
until you hear me say your name." He then told her, watching as she
obeyed his words immediately.
Max looked carefully at all of them, each one in turn, wondering
if any of them were faking. In the end he decided they were not - a
mixture of the wine, the heat, and Jane's monotonous voice had
weakened them all to the point where he believed them all to be in a
deep trance. He drained his glass of wine while his thoughts raced.
* * * *
As Max stared at the entranced people
in the lounge room, he still couldn't come to grips with the fact that
had actually done it. But there they were - as large as life and
deeply hypnotised. It was a real power trip and Max knew he had been
lured into it very deeply from the moment he had hypnotised Jane
outside the toilet. And, he knew he wouldn't stop now until he
realised every fantasy he could think of while he had this one and
only opportunity to do so.
He got up and walked around to each one of them, bending down and
whispering close to their ears as he spoke to them, telling each one
that it was so hot and so uncomfortable in the room that they would
find it much more refreshing and relaxing if they were not wearing any
clothes or underwear at all. Then he watched each of them, who were
all completely unaware of what the person next to them was doing,
stand up and remove every piece of clothing from their body.
He then told each one of them to go to a specific location in the
room and sit on the carpet and wait to be called, and while they were
waiting to engage totally in their imagination in every way their
wildest, most sexiest fantasy, as if it were really happening. Then
he watched his now-naked guests, as well as his own wife disperse to
their allocated areas and sit, closing their eyes as soon as they'd
settled into the fire-warmed carpet.
Max undressed himself completely then, his mind racing the entire
time. By the time he had undressed completely he was as hard as a
rock. He was so excited he honestly did not know where to begin his
fantasy come to life before his very eyes.
He walked across the warm carpet to where Pauline sat
cross-legged with a wide smile on her face, sitting in front of her so
he could view all her naked glory in one vision in front of his eyes.
Her large breasts hung heavily in the way she was sitting, their long,
brown nipples already stiff and elongated from the fantasy she was
obviously having and enjoying, going by the smile on her face, Max
thought. His gaze then travelled downwards, all the way down to the
lush thatch of silken red hair adorning the inside of each soft thigh
and which met in the very centre of her junction in a mass of flaming
red entanglement through wich peeked barely the lips of her jade
gates.
"Pauline." He began softly, yet firmly. "You can now allow
yourself to feel and believe in every way you can and want to imagine
that you only like making love with your bottom. You will now want to
get up on your hands and knees now and present your backside to the
man of your secret dreams, wanting and waiting for him to take you
there and stroke you until you reach your peak, which you will do on
the sixth full stroke. You will slicken the shaft of your secret lover
with your own nectar from between your thighs and relax your bottom
completely as you feel him enter your backside fully. You will love
each and every moment of him penetrating your bottom to its fullest,
feeling no pain from your experience whatsoever, only the most extreme
and intense, rapturous pleasure, and you will orgasm on the sixth
stroke. Do you understand clearly?"
Pauline nodded, not believing what she was hearing, yet wanting
to and wanting it strongly by the passing second at the same time. Her
secret lover had already been vividly fixed in her mind and thoughts,
but now she had the opportunity to find out what it was like. She had
always wondered, but had never been game enough to ask her husband to
try it for fear of what he might think of her. She got up on all fours
and waited, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt between her
legs, dipping her fingers deeply several times into her already moist
apex.
Max moved around behind her as he watched her position herself
like an animal ion heat and on all fours. He pressed against the
warmth of her naked buttocks with his shaft, only to quickly feel her
grasp him from between her legs and coat his arrow with the nectar
from her furnace, sliding her fingers slowly up and down the length
and the girth of him in his entirety. God, Max thought, as the warmth
and slipperiness of Pauline's touch on his person nearly ended his
hypnotic fantasy immediately. She guided him between the incredible
warmth of her creamy white buttocks, backing her tiny brown, and now
glistening, slick starfish onto his throbbing, sharp point. He gently
spread her cheeks and watched his spear disappear fully into the
tight, tiny confines of her heated bottom. The warmth and the
tightness nearly had him over the edge. He gripped her soft fleshy
cheeks and pulled her to him, slowly driving his every inch of his
now-pulsing lance to it's very depth inside her and began to stroke
fully in and out of her tight, hot forge.
Pauline was beside herself in her mind and in her body. She had
never felt anything like she was feeling at that moment. Her loins
ached terribly as she accepted each long, slow stroke fully into the
depths of her burning bottom. Her spine tingled and flamed with each
slow stroke, his length seemingly going on forever each time as it
drove relentlessly up inside her very heated depths. She felt like she
was going to explode when she first felt him push through her
gripping, slippery hand, spearing through and deeply inside her
bottom, causing her to let go and support herself on the carpet with
her hands as the sheer and raw pleasure began to flame and torch her
mind and body from head to toe.
By the end of the third, long stroke Pauline was gasping huge
lung fulls of air as the long and thick burning shaft reached its
zenith inside her tight channel of fire and brimstone. Her tongue
lolled limply, except for when it snaked back inside her mouth and out
again to wet her lips which dried quickly from her incredibly heavy
panting and gasping. Her back raced with tingling and burning
sensations, up and down, fanning out from her loins. Her right hand
quickly found the jewel of her Nile and satisfied rapidly its hungry
need to be caressed urgently as her mind and senses began to reel and
spin crazily. Her breathing shuddered deeply as she gasped at the
fourth slow and deep, fiery penetration into the pit of her volcano -
her boiling netherlands. She knew her end was in sight. Her eyes
pinched shut tightly as her temples pulsed and expanded with the fifth
long, slow and splitting stroke between her buttocks, each time
feeling her channel-flesh separate before her secret and welcome
invader like the bow waves before a boat. And with each stretching of
her slickened, burning channel her rapidly approaching orgasm built
rapidly in its intensity. Her breathing now came in short, sharp gasps
and pants of breathable fire, drying her lips and throat. Her tongue
snaked relentlessly in and out of her mouth, searching for moisture of
any description to cool the bush-fire raging within her being and
finding little.
Pauline then lost it at the beginning of the sixth deeply
penetrating and fulfilling stroke, for she had been counting down the
moments of her life's most exquisite and rapturous pleasure with each
coring of her buttocks at their junction. Her loins exploded in fire
as her buttocks jerked uncontrollably. Her hips threw themselves
about, thrashing without her conscious choice, but with her full
conscious awareness of the raw pleasure she was receiving in full with
each passing second. Pauline heard somewhere in the far-off distance
the sound of her own voice cry out, over and over again, sounding
agonisingly fulfilled with each deep, guttural belly-groan and moan as
they erupted and then exploded outwards through her parched lips and
dry throat, but it sounded strange and so very far away and down below
her somewhere. Wave after wave of pulsing pleasure ripped and tore
their way up and down her spine and deeply between her buttocks, such
that she felt her entire bottom had been set on fire and was being
torched again and again and again, until finally, she collapsed onto
her stomach unconscious as her conscious mind took everything in, and
then simply shut down from too much raw pleasure at one time.
Max had been about to lose it completely when Pauline had
suddenly fell from beneath him and collapsed onto the carpet. He knew
she had been close to her peak. He had luckily been distracted by the
sheer intensity of what she'd obviously been feeling within her own
body and mind, as she had thrashed around, impaled and cored
beautifully on his length, writhing her backside from side to side
like some wild animal. As she had lunged forward with a loud gasp and
groan she fell like a deflated balloon, and that also had distracted
him, and just at the right time. His own release had then quickly
backtracked. He lay on top of her full-length back, still buried to
the hilt inside the heated depths of her backside, feeling her cavern
contract again and again, and knowing she had fainted dead away from
her hypnotically induced experience. Max drew a deep breath, held it
for a few seconds, and then released it slowly between his teeth as he
withdrew his slickened and still-hard length from between her limp and
still-quivering buttocks.
"Sleep now and rest," he whispered closely into her ear. "Knowing
that your unconscious mind will remember everything, so you simply
don't have to remember anything that you've experienced and can forget
everything you can now not even remember at all." He said in her ear
before he rose and walked over to Rowena, picking up someone's glass
of wine along the way and drinking deeply of its contents. Max smiled,
and then grinned as he looked around at the naked women sitting on the
carpet, wondering if he should let the naked males share in his good
fortune. Then his grin widened as he bent to view the naked loveliness
of his best friend's wife. Can't beat bad luck, boys, he thought as he
made his decision. Then he laughed aloud at the night in store for
him. No sir, he thought again. You just can't beat bad luck.
The End (by Mesmer)
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