"What have we heeeeaaannnnnggggg!"

She gritted her teeth and tried to pull her hand from the handle she was gripping. Instead her hand was in spasms, gripping harder. Some sort of numbing energy flowed through her. She felt her body shutting down, falling into the darkness. As her body fell into the abyss so did her mind.

Teas bosom rose and fell evenly, still slightly glistening from the sweat of her exertions. Dean ran over the computer readouts, checking everything was fine. So far it was. He had collected her from the bridge after she had been rendered unconscious. From there numerous tunnels led to his lab. Even if the tape he had planted failed to self-destruct, and they were able to find the hidden message and the bridge, there was no way the could find him. The door had been sealed behind him. No one was going to find Tea now.

She was still unconscious.

While the effects of the shock had since worn out Dean was keeping her under for a while longer. She lay strapped to a table leaning about seventy degrees from the ground. Her arms were stretched out like a crucifix. Her legs only slightly parted. She still wore the white cotton panties she had been running in but Dean had stripped her of her other clothing. Straps at her wrists, ankles and across her waist, ensured that she would not slide off the table, or be able to escape once she awoke.

Currently a dome helmet covered her head, a visor down to her nose. Electrodes pressed against her forehead ensured that she would remain inert until the time came. Meanwhile Dean was letting his computers, scanners and cameras take in her details. Her basic vital statistics had been easy enough to find but now her was monitoring every detail of her. Exact body prints, retinal scans, respiration rates, every little detail of her was being catalogued for eventual use. Finally it was time to talk to her.

Dean tapped a computer command. Inside the visor Teas eyes snapped open, finding only darkness. She tried to move but found she was totally helpless.

"Hello?" she called in a frightened voice. "Who's there?"

"Hello Tea." the voice came softly through the speakers of the helmet.

Dean spoke into the microphone to be heard. Teas hearing was otherwise closed off.

"Who are you? Where am I."

"You may call me Dean. You are in my lab."

"Lab? What is this? Let me go!" her voice started to rise in anger and she tugged at the bonds. They were a special type of plastic woven material. She could tug all day and never get any more lose. At the same time there was no way her wrists would become raw.

"Calm down Tea." his voice was soothing, adapted through the speakers to be so. "You and me are going to be working together a lot so it's best if we don't get angry."

"Let me see!" she yelled.

Dean was taken back slightly. Obviously the woman held a fear of being blinded. He wrote it on his note pad for future reference.

"All right then Tea." he pressed a button and the helmet slowly disengaged. Tea blinked her eyes and scanned her surroundings.

Dean could see the raw fear in her eyes. She looked down at her exposed chest.

"You Bastard! Let me go! LET ME GO!"

Normally Dean loved the look of those eyes, piercing and clear but with so much fear they were distracting. He drew out a remote and turned a dial slowly. A small, silver patch on Teas neck began to glow slowly and Tea felt her body relaxing.

"Let me go!" she spoke again, just as indignant but quieter now.

Dean watched her respiration rate slow again as her body calmed down. Her mind however was just as active. "Where are you?" Her eyes scanned the room frantically.

Dean himself was hidden behind a massive glass screen. Tea only saw it as a mirror but Dean could watch her without her knowledge. He was glad she'd left her hair as the blonde bob that it was, albeit slightly straggled at the moment. In films like Bad Boys she was certainly sexy but somehow she just wasn't Tea. Her body was athletic, muscular but still strongly feminine. She was slightly tanned but seemed more pale under the lab lights. Her whole body was shining under the lights from the layers of sweat which covered her. Her breasts, firm and well formed, rose and fell as she breathed slowly in and out. Her eyes were scared but now that he looked, Dean could see that classic beauty in them.

"You can't see me Tea. I can only see you."

"What are you doing to me." her voice wavered in fear.

"Don't worry Tea. You'll be just fine. Time to put the helmet back on."

"No. Please!" she tried shifting her head but the helmet slipped back down over her eyes and ears. "No!"

Dean punched in various commands to that computers and began his first program.

"Let me.. what?. What are you doing?"

Inside the helmet Teas vision was cascaded with bright pastel images, spirals and tunnels spun around and around in front of her eyes, dancing in thousands of ever changing patterns. Dean knew Teas would try to close her eyes but the lights were too powerful for that to help. Given time she would find the images irresistible. At the same time, sounds were wafting into her ears, soft and peaceful music, relaxing her slowly. Dean watched her mouth as it hung open slightly, saying nothing. This was the first step: to slowly break down her mental defenses with the hypnotism of the helmet. The pinks spirals which assailed the actress bore no commands, they simply drew her in, wearing her down. Analyzing the feedback off his monitors, Dean waited.

At first Tea wrinkled her eyes shut, knowing that the lights were trying to invade her mind. There was little she could do to block out the sounds so she tried to concentrate, recalling lines from her shows and films. Even with her eyes shut, some of the light invaded her. She could still perceive the flicker and the swirling of images. Every now and then she found herself slipping, opening her eyes o the wonderful, peaceful images. She realized that he lapses were becoming more and more regular, she was becoming addicted to the pretty lights, they were something she had to see. Finally she only blinked occasionally, watching the lights with devout attention. As the light began to relax her further she stopped her lines and the sounds softly crept in too. She couldn't stop watching but she could feel herself being pulled into the bright tunnels. She knew she had to keep herself out, to keep fighting, but the lights were never ending. She felt herself getting weaker and weaker.

Dean looked over the neural responses. She was about as weak as she needed to be for the second phase. He tapped in the commands. Suddenly the spirals changed. They started spinning faster, they were sharper and with stronger colors. Tea let out a gasp of shock. The sounds were suddenly sharper too, more piercing. Tea still couldn't look away but now the images were invading her even harder. They were washing away her resistance like a flood.

"Don't fight it Tea. Just relax. Relax!" Deans voice came through the helmet softly.

"No!" Tea yelled in defiance. "HA!" she gasped as Dean edged up the power another notch. Her pulse was rising, as was her respiration.

Her body was beginning to sweat more heavily too, trying to resist the machines. Dean walked out of his room and into the chamber. As he walked closer to her he could smell the scent of her body as it fought.

He reached onto the table, inches from her chest, and opened a panel. From within he drew a thin plastic wire ending in a small, quarter size, suction cup. He drew out the wire and carefully pressed the attachment to the outer side of Teas right breast, which rose and fell heavier than before. He walked around the table and connected a similar device to her left breast. Tea was probably too wrapped up in the hypnosis to notice the attachments. That would change. He returned to the chamber and observed his read outs. Each attachment gave full access to the nervous system of Teas bosom. Punching in the commands he began a random stimulation cycle.

"NO!" Tea screamed as she felt her breast suddenly being stimulated.

It was as if millions of tiny fingers were dancing over her sensitive flesh, massaging her. Electric pulses from the attachments ensured that sensitivity was heightened to it's fullest. In addition, feed back worked in time with the machines, learning what touch she liked more and treating her with it. Tea gasped again as Dean stepped up the hypnotism to it's third level.

"It feels good doesn't it Tea. Don't fight it. Enjoy it."

"You. b.. Bastard." she snarled.

Already her nipples were starting to rise from the sweaty breasts, a single nub of pink on a smooth, pale tanned landscape. Dean pushed the breast stimulation up another notch and once again watched Tea shake. He looked at one of the cameras inside the helmet. He looked down at her wide eyes, beautiful and lost in the hypnotic haze. Her mouth was hanging even wider open. Dean took her up to level four.

"You can't!" Tea howled as the images became almost like strobes, flicking around and around, boring into her mind. The sounds were becoming piercing and she knew each time he turned up a level it was harder to resist.

The physical pleasure was hard to. She didn't know what she was receiving but presently it felt like two tongues, swirling around on her breasts and teasing her nipples. It was just the treatment she liked, just the way she fantasized about it. That made it so much harder to resist.

Dean noted the stimulation she was receiving, thinking it might be useful for future reference. He switched her up to level five. Tea screamed again, tugging frantically at her bonds.

"Now Tea. It's time. I know you love your husband but when you're around me you must forget him and love me that way."

"NO!" she resisted but she could feel the desire inside her to submit.

"You can still love him. But when you're with me you will forget him."

"No!"

"You will forget him and love me!"

"No! I.. AU!" she moaned as Dean increased her breast stimulation even further. Now twin mouths suckled her, licking her breasts and sucking hungrily on her erect nipples.

"You will forget your husband and love me!"

"I.. No."

"Around me you will love only me!"

Within the whirls of light Dean now began to place images of his face. They were fast enough for Tea to see them but that didn't mean she could fight them off.

"No.. ha.. no. no!"

"You will forget your husband!"

"No."

"You will forget your husband!"

"DAVID!" she screamed and began to buckle and twist furiously in her bonds.

Dean didn't like this. He didn't want to see her in pain but she was tougher than he'd expected. Her loyalty to he spouse was remarkable but had to be broken. He'd invested too much to pull back at this stage an the treatment was too far advanced. There was no turning back. He returned back into the chamber, this time hit by and even stronger scent, her sweat oozing through her pores. She was still fighting her bonds but to no avail. She was still firmly strapped to the table.

Carefully and somewhat reluctantly, Dean reached up and peeled Teas panties down to her knees. From between her legs he open a panel and slid out another thin wire, ending in a soft, malleable marble sized ball. Carefully he slipped it into Teas genitals which were already wet from sweat and the stimulation of her breasts. She made no sign of noticing the entry. Once it was firmly in place, Dean returned to his control room. Synchronizing his computers he activated the next level.

Instantly the ball began to vibrate. It to processed feed back so it worked over just the right places in just the right way. It pressed against Teas clitoris and massaged her. At the same time the breast stimulation rose a level, tongue still flicking her nipple and hands kneading her breasts firmly. So to did the images go to level six.

Tea let out a massive groan, her body bucking several times in a spasm. Then her motion began to regulate, pumping itself in time with the genital probe. Her breathing and pulse rates both shot up, now at the height of sexual activity. Images assailed Tea. Computer generated images of her and Dean making love over and over. She could no longer block out his face, linking it to the pleasure she was receiving. She couldn't fight anymore, the pleasure and hypnotism was too much for her.

"DEAN!" she howled in ecstasy as an orgasmic spasm ripped through her tormented body. As she came her mind and body felt tremendous release. Pain and fear were gone. All that remained was pleasure and love.

Dean let the remnants of the orgasm subside as the machines programmed the last of her commands in. He walked out into the chamber and detached the breast stimulators and masturbator, pulling her panties back up. Gently he remove the helmet, revealing a flushed but smiling face. Her eyes were tired but bright with love and passion, hair plastered against her skin but still lovely. She smiled at him.

"Hi Dean."

"Hello Tea."

He unlocked her bonds by remote and she wrapped her sweat arms around him, pressing her bosom close to his and wetting his shirt. She kissed his lips tightly.

"I love you Dean." she smiled, amazingly beautiful despite her sweaty, flushed appearance.

"Is that the truth?"

"The Naked Truth." she giggled and kissed him again, the second of many more to come...