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She wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know. "I'll be back in a minute," she said, and hustled out the door of the small room, carrying my X-rays with her. For several long minutes I waited. It had to come out, and I knew it. She knew it too. But, of course, she couldn't say that. The dentist herself had to do that. A moment later, the assistant came back in, along with the dentist. The dentist rolled a chair over and sat down beside me. "That has to come out," she said, pointing at the X-ray in her hand. No shit, I thought. "I know," I said. She looked at my chart, frowning. "You've never had a tooth out." I shook my head. "Nope." Her frown deepened. "You're allergic to locals?" I nodded. "Yeah. Last time I needed stitches I had a hell of a reaction to whatever they gave me." She sighed. "All right. Let's see. Becky, see what I have today at five, would you?" The assistant hustled back out of the room. The dentist grinned at me. "Ever heard of nitrous oxide?" I nodded. Who hadn't? She stood up and patted my shoulder. "Well, you'll be very familiar with it before too long." She fell silent as Becky came back in and reported that five o'clock was indeed open. The dentist nodded, and told me to come back at five. I was not to eat anything until then. I left, missing the sidelong glance the two gave each other. I missed the whispered conversation that followed. At four thirty, I was back. My whole head was throbbing. I sat in the waiting room, wishing the clock would move faster. To my great dismay, just before five, the receptionist said the dentist was running a bit behind. She left, two other assistants left, I sat alone in the waiting room. Waiting. About five thirty, the door to the back opened and a woman came out, accompanied by Becky. The woman said goodbye and left as I stood up, itching to get this over with. Becky turned to me with a smile. "Ready?" "Damn right I am," I said. Becky held the door for me and I went back to the room she directed me to. The dentist was there already, removing a small cylinder from a locked cabinet. I settled down in the chair as they readied themselves for the removal of the offending tooth. "Well," Dr. Tyler said as she looked down at me. She was holding a small mask, like an oxygen mask. It wasn't oxygen I'd be breathing, I knew. "All ready?" I nodded, eager for her to start, to get rid of the pain of this bad tooth. Becky swung the big gizmo that held all the apparatus out of the way. Dr. Tyler slowly lowered the mask to my face. If the pain hadn't dulled my wits a bit, I would have noticed a strange glow in her eyes. "Just relax and breathe normally. Find something to look at, and breathe normally." The chair was tilted back so I was more or less lying down. I was staring up at the ceiling, and noticed a small round dot above me. I couldn't tell if it was a blemish on the ceiling, or something that had been placed there for this very reason. I fixed my eyes on it, inhaling the sweet- smelling gas mixture. I felt a bit lightheaded, a bit dizzy. Laughing gas, I knew it was called. I wondered if how they'd work on my teeth if I was laughing like an idiot. "Good, very good, just keep your eyes there and relax. Just relax, and everything will be all right. Just breathe normally, keep your eyes fixed on that spot, and listen to my voice. I will help you relax, I will help to ease the pain. Just relax and listen to my voice. "As you breathe normally, regularly, you find that you don't even need to pay attention to your breathing any longer. Your breathing will become slower, deeper, more regular as you keep your eyes fixed upon that spot. As you breathe in the pleasant aroma, you find you are able to relax even more completely. So relaxing to just lie quietly, breathing automatically, listening to my voice, while your eyes remain fixed upon the spot you have chosen." It was strange. I didn't feel like laughing. The dizzy feeling was slowly being replaced by a feeling of heaviness, of lethargy. I had never been drugged before. This is really neat, I thought, as my mind began to wander. Dr. Tyler's voice was so quiet, so soothing. "Yes, you can feel it now. You can feel the drug taking effect, feel yourself letting go. Your eyes are fixed upon that spot, my voice is the only sound you hear now. Just relax and let it happen, you know it's going to happen. You know the drug will relax you, know it will slowly, gently, irresistibly send you into a deep, comfortable sleep." I didn't know that. I didn't think laughing gas actually put you to sleep. But I felt so drowsy, so comfortable, that I really wasn't sure now. Was it the drug? Was it her soft, soothing voice? Why was she talking to me at all? Wasn't the nitrous enough? "So relaxed now. So comfortable. So drowsy. Your eyes strain to look up at the ceiling, your eyes grow so tired, so heavy. In fact, you may even notice that your entire body seems tired and heavy." She was right. It was getting harder to keep my eyes open. I stared up at the spot on the ceiling, feeling my eyelids growing heavier, feeling my body growing heavier. She was right. "So tired. So relaxed. So comfortable. There is nothing to worry about. Let go. let it happen. Go to sleep now. When you awaken, the pain will be gone. When you awaken, the pain will be gone. Close your eyes and sleep now. Sleep deeply now, sleep and listen. Sleep deeply now, sleep and listen. Inhale the pleasant aroma of the drug and sleep deeply. Sleep deeply." I didn't even know she had removed the mask several minutes before. I was no longer inhaling the drug, but each time I inhaled, I could actually feel myself slipping away more and more. I could still detect the odor of the drug, could feel it filling my lungs. I did not know it was now her voice, and not the drug, that was putting me to sleep. The drug had allowed her voice to wrap itself around my dazed mind, and now her voice alone was enough to guide me into a deep, deep, sleep. Still believing I was inhaling the drug, I did indeed sink into a deep, deep, sleep. Why was it so quiet? Why are my eyes closed? With great difficulty, I opened them. I was still lying in the dental chair, looking up at the ceiling. Dr. Tyler and Becky stood beside me, both of them smiling down at me. "Welcome back." I opened my mouth. Mistake. No pain, but no coherent words either. Dr. Tyler laughed. "Just relax, Eric. The nitrous has a few side effects, so plan on being here for just a bit longer." Now I did notice an odd look in her eyes, and Becky's as well. "Side... effects?" I mumbled. Dr. Tyler grinned from ear to ear. "Yes, just a few. For example, you may find you feel very aroused." Huh? She laughed at the expression on my face. "Here, this might help arouse you." Dr. Tyler turned around for a moment. When she turned back towards me she was holding the mask again. I frowned. What was she going to do with it? My eyes widened as she reached out, grabbed Becky, and held the mask over her face. Becky's eyes widened as well, and her arms instinctively went up to try to pull it away. Dr. Tyler held it firmly, though, and Becky's frantic struggling was in vain. I watched in stunned amazement as Becky's eyelids fluttered. Her struggling became less coordinated, clumsier. Her body seemed to slowly deflate. I gaped as her arms fell loosely to her sides, as her eyes closed for the last time. She hung in Dr. Tyler's arms like a limp doll. Dr. Tyler held the mask in place for a few seconds longer, and then removed it. Easing the sleeping girl to the floor, she turned the tank off. I tried to stand, to get out. This was crazy. I had to leave. "Lie down." To my total astonishment, I did. She grinned wickedly at me. "You weren't just drugged, Eric. You were hypnotized. Drug-assisted hypnosis is quite effective, and you were quite a responsive subject. You've been hypnotized before, haven't you?" She was right. I had, several years ago, by a professional who had also said I was an excellent subject. That was what had seemed so odd, that was the thing I hadn't been able to figure out. She had been talking to me because she had been hypnotizing me. I felt my face go pale. "How's your tooth?" "Um, okay." With a start, I realized I was no longer in pain. She grinned. "Good. Hypnosis is quite effective at dealing with pain. I gave you a few suggestions that will block any discomfort you may have experienced." She sighed happily. "There. Now that that's taken care of, let's get down to business." I still did not quite understand or accept what was happening. I stared at her, at the unconscious woman on the floor. "Business?" I mumbled stupidly. As Dr. Tyler leaned down and untied Becky's white gown, I suddenly realized what was going on. "Holy... holy shit!" I mumbled. Dr. Tyler laughed as she proceeded to methodically remove every scrap of her helpless assistant's clothing. It was no easy task, since Becky was in no condition to cooperate, but it appeared that Dr. Tyler was quite proficient at undressing unconscious people. Becky was nude, lying sprawled on the floor. Dr. Tyler straightened, turned to me, and unzipped my fly. I wasn't sure whether to be surprised or not when my rock-hard cock sprang out. Dr. Tyler laughed again. "Eric, I said you'd been hypnotized. Let me just tell you a bit about what happened while I had you under. We took care of your tooth, but that's beside the point right now. You know that people under hypnosis still won't do things they wouldn't do anyway. "Well, just so you know, I'm not going to tell you to do anything you wouldn't do anyway. But the things I am going to have you do will be done with slightly different results than normal. You are not hypnotized right now, but you are under the influence of a post- hypnotic suggestion that will make you very willing to do as I say. Just as a little example, I'm going to put you to sleep again, just to show you that you WILL do as I say." I looked at her, dazed, uncomprehending. Her smile was maddening. "Close your eyes, Eric." I did. I tried not to, but I did. "Take a deep breath and hold it." I did. I tried will all my willpower to refuse. I took a deep breath. "Hold it." I did. I wanted to exhale, tried to exhale. I couldn't. "Hold it for as long as you want to. When you do finally exhale, you will sink instantly into a deep hypnotic sleep and focus on the sound of my voice. You can't resist and you know it." Now I tried to hold my breath for as long as I could, trying to hold off the inevitable. I knew, deep inside, that she was right. When I exhaled I would go to sleep. I held my breath for as long as I could, but finally I just had to breathe, had to fill my lungs with fresh air. With a long, loud whoosh, I exhaled. There was nothing. She was still grinning when I opened my eyes. Eyes that widened in shock as I saw she was on the chair with me, perched nude over my erect cock. Staring down into my eyes. Her fingers at her snatch, separating her lips, lips which glistened with moisture. "Don't move," she whispered, as she lowered herself over my waiting rod. I watched in awe as my shaft disappeared into her gaping pussy. Her eyes closed and she shuddered. "Oh, shit, yeah, this is nice. Oh, baby, that's so fucking hard. Ooh, yeah, that feels so good inside me. Let's see how far it'll go. Don't move, baby, don't move a muscle, just lie there and let it happen." She drove herself down hard, impaling herself deep upon my cock. Her eyes flew open wide for a second, then slammed shut again as she began bouncing up and down wildly. Had mouth fell open and she rode me like a wild horse. I did not move a muscle. She was thrashing around enough for the both of us. And I felt it. Oh, man, did I feel it. My head rolled back and forth on the headrest as the pleasure grew and grew. I caught sight of Becky, still limp, still lying unaware on the floor. God... Dr. Tyler's eyes blazed at me, her hair billowing around her as she moved like a wild woman, totally out of control, my shaft sinking deep inside her with each movement of her body. Her nails dug into my chest, hard enough almost to draw blood. She let out a long wail of ecstasy, and I felt the first hints of my own orgasm. "Baby, tell me, tell me when you're ready. Tell me when you're ready to cum, let me know before it happens." I was ready and I said so. She stopped, slid smoothly off my cock, and jumped lightly to the floor in one fluid movement. I lay there panting, my cock twitching madly. "Sit up," she said hoarsely. I did, slowly. My cock poked out of my slacks, glistening with her juices. She took my shoes and socks off. "Stand up." I did. She undid my belt and dropped my slacks and shorts. "Pick your foot up." I did, and she pulled my clothing off. "Now the other one." I did so, and stood there totally exposed from the waist down. Dr. Tyler rolled the unconscious girl onto her back and spread her legs. I stared at the young woman's exposed pussy, her thick dark pubic hair. "Eric, you're going to do some push-ups now. On the floor, your arms at her shoulders, your feet between hers." Push-ups? Why would I do that? But I found myself getting down on the floor, staring down at the girl's expressionless face from just inches away, and realized that my cock was just inches from her waiting cunt. "Move forward a bit." I did, and felt Dr. Tyler's hand on my cock. I felt her inserting my cock into Becky's pussy. "Forward a bit more." I did, unable to resist such a harmless command. My cock slid roughly into the girl's hole. "Now. Pushups. Slow and easy, and make sure you stay in her." Push-ups again. Without any choice in the matter, I began doing as I was told, feeling my cock sliding in and out of the helpless woman's vagina. I was fucking an unconscious woman and there was nothing I could do about it. I looked up to see Dr. Tyler sitting on a stool, watching me with wide eyes, her fingers buried in her own snatch. Before long, I groaned as I realized I was ready to cum again. I looked up at Dr. Tyler, expecting her to stop me, almost wanting her to stop me. Then I looked down at Becky's peaceful, dreamlike face, and knew it was too late to stop. As I stared at the lovely young woman's blank features, I came, filling her cunt with my jism. Dr. Tyler laughed as I shuddered. Then I was spent, but could not stop myself from humping the inert body below me. I had not been told to stop. "Stop, Eric." I did, remaining frozen in place, my dwindling cock still deep inside Becky's limp body. "Stand up." I did. "Lie down." I did. "Play with yourself." Now wait a minute. I thought that you couldn't make someone do something they wouldn't normally do? But to my own surprise, my hand went to my limp cock, and with great embarrassment I realized that I did indeed jerk off on occasion. She laughed aloud as I pumped my lifeless member. "Damn you," I whispered. Giggling, she threw her head back as she climaxed yet again, my words not making any impact on her at all. And there we remained for some time, my cock slowly returning to life as she toyed with her own body. After a while, I was well on my way to my own second climax, and Dr. Tyler was lost in her own world of self-induced passion. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement. Becky was awake. Her eyes were fixed upon Dr. Tyler as she stealthily crept across the floor. She reached up and quietly took the mask and small gas canister down off the desk. Dr. Tyler was too far gone to notice. I remained silent, my eyes wide, my toes beginning to curl. Quiet as a cat, Becky rose and opened the valve on the canister. Dr. Tyler's head rested against the wall, rolling back and forth as her body heaved. Quick as a snake, Becky pressed the mask against Dr. Tyler's face. Dr. Tyler's eyes flew open, her fingers still buried in her pussy. With her free hand she tried futilely to push Becky away. No use. Her body still shuddering, her head swaying drunkenly, her eyelids fluttering rapidly, Dr. Tyler's arm slowly fell loosely into her lap. Her other hand, still locked between her legs, slowly stilled. Then her eyes closed and she slumped back against the wall, utterly limp. I came with such intensity that even Becky turned to watch. As I lay there gasping, I was a bit surprised to see Becky coming over to where I lay on the chair. She looked curious. "She hypnotized you, didn't she?" I nodded weakly. She nodded back. "Yeah, she's done that before, mostly to women. I've been gassed before, too, but this is the first time I've ever been able to get her." I stared at her in shock as I listened. She grinned slightly as she gently caressed her clit. "Did she have you fuck me?" I nodded helplessly. This was way over my head. Becky's grin widened, and she nodded again. "Hmm. Yeah, I figured. Did she use the push-up routine?" In total disbelief, I nodded again. Becky laughed. "I'll tell you what. When you leave here, you won't remember any of this, so it doesn't really matter." What did she mean by that? I wondered. "When she hypnotizes people, she leaves them open to suggestion for the rest of the time they're here. That includes my suggestions," she added with a wink. My cock instantly began expanding again. She noticed. She stood up straight and stretched, her breasts jutting out towards me. My cock was rock-hard in an instant. She relaxed and looked at me. "Fuck me, Eric. AGAIN." Wait. Hypnotized people won't do something they... Oh, the hell with it. I already did it once. As Dr. Tyler huddled unconscious on her stool, I made love to Becky as if there was no tomorrow. The remainder of the evening, and well into the night, was spent slipping in and out of hypnosis, and in and out of Becky's pussy. She made sure we attended to Dr. Tyler as well, who finally awakened to find herself bound firmly to the chair. Becky and I soon had her writhing with ecstasy as we probed every nook and cranny of her body. All the while Dr. Tyler threatened her revenge on Becky, who merely grinned and poked her tongue just a bit deeper into whichever hole it happened to be in at the moment. At last, exhausted, we paused. Dr. Tyler was still tied to the chair, and Becky and I were wrapped in each other's arms on the floor. Becky stood up and grinned at Dr. Tyler, who flushed. "Goodnight, Alicia." To my amazement, Dr. Tyler blinked twice and closed her eyes. Becky turned to me with a wide grin. "I'm the one who taught her how to hypnotize people." Becky stretched again, and my eyes fixed themselves on her nipples. "Don't move." I didn't. I didn't move as I saw her reach for the gas canister. I didn't move as I saw her twist the valve. I didn't move as, smiling gently, she held the mask over my face. "Breathe normally, baby." I looked around, puzzled. What was I doing sitting in a deserted parking lot at four AM? Well, at least my tooth felt better, I thought, as I started the car and drove home. *** THE END *** *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 63