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The Hypnodentist
by RC (address defunct)
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An interesting visit to the dentist's office. (MFF, nc,
drugs, bd)
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"Oh my, that's not good."
The young dental assistant looked at my X-ray, her brow
furrowed. I sat in the chair, my jaw aching. 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 ***
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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.
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