The Hypnotic Patient

By Michelle M.
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I got my nursing degree with the idea of working the night shift – for many reasons, there were usually fewer interpersonal relationships, since most were sleeping, fewer problems. The awake ones usually needed your help and were thankful for the time you could take with them. You also had a chance to spend more time with each one, the stress was less at night, and finally, there were bonus dollars, with more custom schedules available.

My regular weekly schedule was Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday – sometimes I’d do one more night, but not regularly.

I had been on this routine for over five years. When we received a patient who had experienced a heart attack, the physicians stabilized him. The first evening I had him on my routine, I noticed how handsome he was – when everything was quiet later that evening, the nurses were all gathered at the front desk, one of them mentioned, “Our patient in 709 is kind of famous, they say he has a sing-song voice that can hypnotize you with him talking and you listening.”

She went on to say he had been in jail and twice released with no pressure. The guards had just let him go. I guess he had done this years ago, but they said he still had that ability.

When he was awake, and out of danger, I walked into his room. His eyes immediately zeroed in on my large tits, straining to be free, pulling on the nurse’s uniform, and easily able to see I never wear a bra, the nipples easily show in the top.

“How are we feeling, Mr. Zachery? You had quite the scare, but it looks like the Cardiologist was able to repair all the damage, and in time, you’ll be back to your old self. I’m Nikki, your evening nurse. Can I get you anything?”

His eyes roaming over my body began to make me feel uncomfortable, then he nodded, “Will you be on each evening while I’m recovering?”

I told him my normal schedule, but the days I was working, which would be the following Monday, I’d be here for him.

“Then, in that case, I think we need to be ready to really get to know one another much better, especially when I am feeling better,” he continued to tell me more and more. Still, I have no idea what it was, only that I had been in his room for over an hour, a lost hour, that worried me. What had we been doing, what had he done to me? The way he made his voice sound like sing-song vibrations seemed to hypnotically put me in a trance, one that opened my mind to all of his suggestions.

The time off went slow, that missing hour kept worrying me, so when I checked on the following Monday, I was still worried. The floor was slow, not many patients, walking in to see who now feeling easy calling him by his first name, “So how are you feeling now, Rob?”

But as I approached his bed, I pulled my top off, leaving me nude by the side of his bed and reaching out, pulling and twisting my nipples, then sucking on them until I was moaning.

I knew I had my top off, knew it wasn’t right, knew he shouldn’t be sucking on them, but my body and mind were betraying me.

With his free hand, slipping it down the front of my pants, I was surprised I had not put on any panties; I always wear them. But it helped him slip two fingers up inside me. As he began to pump in and out, I lost the ability to remain standing by his bed, the oncoming orgasm approaching fast. When my body reaches the point of no return, grabbing onto his arm, my legs squeeze his hand, just as my body explodes.

Collapsing by him on the bed, realizing what I’ve just allowed to happen, able to think, “What did you do to me? Why did I let that happen?”

He was rubbing my arm, “Why when you were here with me, I planted some triggers in your mind. For example, what would you like to do now?”

My eyes lost focus, pulling down his sheets, taking out his cock, stroking it until it was rock hard, then leaning down, licking the head, taking it all the way down, bobbing my head back and forth up and down – it didn’t take long before he moaned, exploding a full load of cum in my mouth. Then, finally, swallowing all of it, putting his cock away, my mind cleared, my mouth still tasting his cum, looking at him.

“Now you know what happened to that lost hour you have been worried about. I liked the way your body looked, and now you are mine to enjoy while I’m here, and maybe when I leave, I’ll take you with me.”

Still nude on my top, lying next to him, small tears in my eyes, “You didn’t have the right to do that to me. You can’t own me. What if I tell someone what you did?”

Leaning down, kissing me on the lips, “Go ahead and try. Then, when you get back to your station, tell the other nurses what I did to you, then check back before you end your shift.”

Slipping back on my top, adjusting the bottom of my outfit, I headed back to the nurse’s station, one of my best friends there, “So where have you been? Down in Rob’s room, he is something else for sure?”

Then she looked at me, it seemed wanting to say something, but couldn’t, “Yea, I was down there, he … ahhh he …ahhh … is a nice man.”

Both of us looked at each other, both knew he had taken advantage of us, but neither of us could say what had happened.

When I checked in with him before I left, he asked me about where I lived, was seeing anyone, did I own or rent, and so on, then chucked, “Guess your friend Shelly couldn’t tell you how much time we were together on your days off. Too bad you couldn’t tell her either. Now go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The next days were just a repeat of Monday, as soon as I walked in his room, my top was off, he played with my pussy, while sucking on my nipples, then I’d give him a blowjob, swallowing every drop, then back to the nurse’s desk, embarrassed when I’d see Shelly.”

Wednesday, when I left, I figured this was the last time I’d see that monster, and my life would return to normal, figuring eventually the memory of him would be gone.

Something that had me worried was Shelly had been missing for a few days. I had a sneaking feeling he had something to do with this but couldn’t prove anything.

Thursday, when I woke, I was again in that familiar hazy feeling, knowing he had programmed me for something but not yet aware of what it was.

Mid-morning, I was in front of the hospital, picking him up, then a short drive out of the city to his home. My heart sunk when I saw Shelly standing nude on his front porch, looking like she had been used. Dried cum down her legs, hair in a tangled mess, and dried cum on her face and neck. She had a dazed look on her face, and I wasn’t sure she even recognized me.

Walking with him to his bedroom, stripping down all my clothes, somehow knowing this is what he wanted, climbing up on his bed, on all fours, spreading my legs wide apart, dropping my head as soon as he pushed his rock hard cock up inside me and began to pump in and out.

It seemed like he was fucking me for the longest time. Then, finally, I had one massive climax hit me and several minis before he emptied the first load inside me.

Laying by his side, still nude, cum running out from between my legs, “You’re never going to let me go, are you? I am going to be your fuck toy for as long as you find me interesting, aren’t you?”

Running his hand through my hair, “Oh honey, you know you worship me, your only goal is to feel me inside you, and you love it.”

That was all it took, my head down, my past life, the nursing profession, my home, all were gone now. All that mattered was having his cock inside me.

The two of us showered then got a drink to go out back to see what Shelly was up to. I had not seen her since we arrived. As soon as we were seated, she came walking by nude. Suddenly a big dog approached her, sniffed between her legs. Without any resistance, she dropped to all fours, head down, legs spread wide apart. The dog sniffed her, licked her as well, jumped up on top of her. A few practices jump, he was in her, fucking her with a speed I’d never seen before. It was painful when I saw his knot slip inside her, but she seemed fine with it. Then he started to cum. The excess ran down her legs, adding to the previous amount she had already shown on her legs. They sat their bum to bum until he pulled out of her. A massive amount of cum ran out of her, but she was busy licking and cleaning his cock.

Rob leaned over, “After you left, she came in, mad as hell that I’d added you to our party. I hate bitchy girls, so I made her believe she was a dog slut in heat and needed to be impregnated. I think she gets fucked four or five times each day” Then he giggled, “Who knows, maybe more. She’ll be worn out soon, and I’ll sell her to an animal fuck club south of the border.”

Tears in my eyes, watching her head to the barn, another dog approached, and she was on all fours again.

I had crawled up in his lap, easing his cock up inside me, “How many dogs do you have?”

I was beginning to bounce up and down on him. Watching her being used had made me horny, “Oh, I think ten or fifteen maybe, most are males.”

We were in the middle of our second session and trying as best as we could to make it the best, breathing heavy, “Do you think she enjoys being fucked by a dog?”

As soon as he empties his load inside me and begins to soften, he says, “Dog bitch.”

My eyes go hazy again, raising off him, standing with cum dripping from between my legs, following him to a large building he has next to the house. As soon as we enter, I can smell it is a kennel.

Opening the door to one with a beautiful Collie inside, his soft hair rubbing against my legs as I drop down on all fours.

Sniffing me, satisfied I am in heat, and he licks me a few times, something I never knew would be so exciting. Finally, he jumps up on top of me, his large cock sliding into where Rob’s cock had just emptied a huge load. He begins to fuck me as only dogs can.

His knot is large and painful, but somehow, I’ve been programmed to accept it until my pussy is stretched enough to enjoy the sensation. Then, his cum begins to mix with my lovers, filling me – then tied to him until the knot shrinks enough to come out, tons of cum running down my legs while I’m cleaning my new lover’s cock.

The cum drying on my legs and bottom, taking me by the hand, joining up with Shelly, “Shelly, my dog’s bitch, will you show Nikki around? She will be helping you give pleasure to the dogs.”

Taking my hand, leading me to the back yard, where both of us are instantly on all fours, two dogs licking our pussies … my shift supervisor drives up, getting out of the car, dressed like a slut. Rob waves to her, “Cami, so good to see you made it. Come let me show you the house.”

Walking towards him, “Is that Nikki and Shelly’s nude being fucked by dogs?”

Looking at us, “Yes, they are now part of my training staff. I sell special male dogs to wealthy ladies who enjoy the company only a well-trained dog can give.”

Then he says something. Her eyes glaze over, she sheds the one-piece smock, her large boobs rigid and hard, dropping to her knees, taking out an already wet cock, stroking it, “Do they enjoy being a dog’s bitch?”

He chucked, “By this evening, I’ll have three dog trainers, and you’ll find out if they do or don’t.”

 

The End.

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t always mean the flaws in a story are always fixed.

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