London May 12th. 08:30am
Helen walked through the surgery and pushed the small McKesson under its bench and shut the doors. She had already filled its vapouriser with Halothane and smiled. “Emily!!” She shouted and turned as her nurse walked in. “Are the camera’s ready?”
“Yes Helen, I have the 9mm film ready to go and 2 standard camera’s fully loaded with film for still shots.”
“Good, I’m using a triple strength dose this time. He will be so overwhelmed with desire he will agree to anything to cum. Make sure your underwear is off so that when he has agreed to work for us, you can ride him several times to maximise your chance at getting pregnant.”
Emily pulled a face. “Yes… Helen.” She snorted.
“Very good, go and prepare the syringe with the stimulant dose, he should be here in an hour.”
London May 12th. 09:45am
Emily looked up as Sir Gerald walked through the door. He looked a terrible sight, big bags under his red eyes, face pale, his posture slumped.
“Good morning sir” She said. “Are you alright?”
Sir Gerald yawned. “Not really, I have had the most awful week.” He sat in one of the chairs heavily.
“Well don’t you worry, Helen will see you in a moment.”
True to Emily’s word Helen walked into the waiting room.
“Oh Sir Gerald, how nice too see you again. Do come through.”
“Mmmmm?” Gerald’s head snapped up and he stared a moment before he realised where he was. “Oh Doctor, thank you.” He replied yawning again.
“Here, let me take those.” Said Helen relieving him of his coat and umbrella. “Have you not been sleeping well?” She asked innocently.
“Hardly at all, I’m afraid.” He replied as he walked to the chair and stopped, looking around the room.
“Something the matter Sir Gerald?” Asked Helen as she lay aside his belongings.
“That little machine with the gas…. Its not there?” He said sadly.
“Oh, I didn’t think you would want it to be honest. It seemed to upset you so last time.” Helen gasped, “I feared I was perhaps a little rough with you and thought it might be better to do without it this time.”
“No!” Sir Gerald cried out turning bright red. “Ahem…. I mean, please… could… could I have the gas again. In…in fact I don’t suppose you might… knock me all the way out?”
“Really Sir Gerald? This is most unusual… What is this all about?”
“Oh… I…. I couldn’t possibly…”
“Spit it out man, I’m a doctor!”
“Well… you see…” He sat down in the chair. “Ever since you gassed me last time I’ve been having these dreams… I can’t sleep… I nod off and wake up with…. I’m sorry its not something that should be discussed in present company.”
Helen snorted. “Really Sir Gerald, this is the 1960’s. You’re having erotic dreams and waking up with a big erection. It’s not entirely uncommon you know.”
Sir Gerald turned even brighter red.
“You want me to gas you, yes?”
“Please….” He replied timidly.
‘Putty in my hands’ thought Helen, as she walked to the cupboard and pulled out the gas machine, wheeling it up behind him. “Emily! I need you please”. She shouted.
Emily came rushing in carrying a small cup, “Yes doctor! Here I a..oooops!” She stumbled forward and sloshed the cup over Helens lap. “Oh god!!! I’m so sorry!” She gasped.
“Damn!!! Look what your doing girl!” Roared Helen, “Get Sir Gerald ready while I go change!”
“Yes doctor…. Sorry….” Emily replied and lay the cup aside. Turning to Sir Gerald as Helen walked out. “Now lets get you strapped in Sir Gerald, we don’t want you falling out the chair..”
Helen walked to the change room, stripping of her skirt, silken hose and underwear she angrily tossed them aside. “Damn that girl… oh just great! I don’t have a spare pair of knickers. Aarrghhh!” Grabbing a clean skirt she pulled it on and dried her legs off. ‘I am so going to make that girl pay for this’ she thought.
Walking back into the surgery she saw Sir Gerald in the chair with the apron over his chest and abdomen and arms strapped to the chair sides.
“Are we ready Sir Gerald?”
“Yes please…” He replied hoarsely. His hips squirmed and there was a bump already visible.
Helen sat down at his head and turned the oxygen and nitrous on. “Good man, I want you to breathe into the mask for me now. Slow and deep, like last time.”
Swinging the mask round onto Sir Gerald’s face she watched the bag thump in and out as he gulped it in. ‘Too easy….’ She thought as she increased the nitrous to 60%. “Doing well Sir Gerald…. “
Sitting in the chair, the smell and feel of the rubber, the anticipation of the mask, it was almost too much for him. ‘Oh god gas me….’ He thought, ‘please… before I embarrass myself…’ as his pants seemed to get tighter and tighter with his bulging erection. Burying his face into the mask he inhaled deeply, as fast as he dare. The strong smell of the rubber mask almost sent him over the top as he stared over its black rim.
As the bag thumped in and out Helen reached over and turned the Halothane onto 5%. She wanted Sir Gerald consumed by lust, but under her control…. “Doing well, the mask is going to smell like strong peaches now.”
As the smell filled the mask Gerald breathed it in. ‘Peaches? Nothing like Peaches to me…’ He thought. Not that he cared as long as it made the strain in his trousers go away. His head was already beginning to buzz. The familiar pulsing in his ears growing louder. The rush of the gas through the hose and the whistle as it escaped the valve seemed to take longer and longer with every breath. ‘I wonder if I will remember this?’ He thought, ‘I wond……’
Helen watched as the bag filled and shrank rapidly. He was jerking in the chair, moaning into the mask. Then he seemed to gasp and he slumped back and lay there. Helen kept the mask in place, knowing he was barely asleep, watching the bag. 3 breaths… 6…. 12…. 21… slowing… getting deeper.. settling…. Good. She took the mask away and he breathed slowly and steadily. She pressed the mask to her own face and took a breath… Sighing she lay it aside, ‘Later… ‘ She thought.
Propping his mouth open she located the tooth and injected the stimulant mixed Emily had prepared with the local anaesthetic. Almost immediately his breathing jumped rapidly, panting as Emily opened his pants and let out his growing cock. ‘Good…. This won’t take long.’ Thought Helen.
Glancing up Helen saw Emily walking out the door. “Where are you going! I need you here!”
“Too get the 9mm camera doctor. I put the other camera’s in the drawer over there.” Emily replied pointing across the room.
“Well hurry up, he’s going to be awake in a few moments and desperate for relief.”
True enough with a minute Sir Gerald’s eyes snapped open. “Ooooohhh god….. he moaned. Nooo noooooo”
“Aaahh Sir Gerald, awake I see. That’s quite a problem you have there…” Said Helen sitting beside him, running a finger gently up his cock causing it to pulsate and spasm.
Sir Gerald’s eyes widened at the sensation. “Please….. please…. I can’t stand this…. I need to cum…. Please…..” He sobbed.
“Of course… “ Said Helen, glancing at the door. ‘Come on Emily… what the hell are you doing?’ She thought. “But first I need you too do something for me….”
“Anything… please…. Anything… just make me cum… I cant stand this…”
“We know you work in the Ministry of Defence, in the prototypes office. If you agree to acquire a small item for us, we will happily relieve you.”
“Yes yes! Anything!!! Please!!!!” He screamed.
“Then you will acquire the plans of the new vertical take off plane Hawker Siddeley is testing, the P.1127 and deliver them too us. Do you agree?” Purred Helen as she stroked his raging hard cock gently again.
“YES! PLEASE!!! ANYTHING!! Oh god please… I beg you make me cum!!!” Begged Gerald as he strained at the straps that held him.
“EMILY!!! Dammit where are you girl?" Helen muttered. ‘Might as well take some still photo’s while I wait.’
Helen got up and walked over to the drawer, her back to Gerald. She opened the top one… no. The next drawer down… no…
Gerald stared as the fine figure of the tall blonde dentist leaned forward, her skirt riding up her legs a little. He could almost imagine the sweet treasure underneath and it made him strain at the straps even harder. One of them began to give a little….
‘Where the hell did she put those camera’s?’ Helen thought as she tried the 3rd… then the 4th drawer.
Her skirt rose higher and higher… he could just see a bit of furry muff between her legs….
Helen leaned down and opened the bottom drawer. Aha!!! She pulled one camera out….
Gerald’s arms pulled free of the straps as soon as he saw the entrance to her vagina before him. He leaped onto her back and wrapped his arm around her pulling her into him, she screamed and struggled but it only served to push the entrance to her vagina against him.
“SIR GERALD! NO!!!!” She screamed. “STOP! STOP! YOUR SUPPOSED TO TAKE EMILLLLLLYYYYY!!!!!”
Too late… Helen could only sob as his large cock sank deep inside her, slick with his juices from her teasing it pushed her apart with ease. His hips slapped against hers as he grunted with every thrust.
“EMILY!!! GET HIM OFF ME!! EMILY!!!!” She screamed. As she struggled she glanced round and gasped as she saw Emily filming them from the doorway.
“Don’t just stand there!!!! Get him off me before he… nooooooooooo!!!” Helen sobbed as she felt him jerk inside her, the warmth of his cum spreading around into her fertile womb. “damn you… damn you…. I willmmmmmmm!” Before Helen could say anymore she was cut off by the cloth covering her face. The strong vapours filled her nose and within moments she felt herself slipping away.
When she came too she was in the chair, strapped firmly in place as Gerald thrust into her again and again, his eyes bloodshot and starring into space. “What… where…. Oh god no… no….” She moaned.
“Ahhh were awake are we…“ Said Emily sitting beside her, mask in her hand. “He’s cum 3 times so far, I think I may have over done it with that stimulant. You know you were right, our KGB contact does want an
illegitimate pregnancy as back up. But not from me dear… I’m afraid their just not too happy with your performance after the reports I’ve been giving them.”
Helen could only stare into her eyes as another orgasm crashed over her, the black mask sinking towards her. “I think he should keep going for at least 3 more…” laughed Emily as the gas filled Helens lungs once more.