"You'll be spending quite a bit of time off with the fairies this weekend,” she said as she teased me by showing me the anaesthetic mask she would shortly be pressing down over my nose and face and gassing me with.
“You're going to put me under again no matter what I say, aren't you?" I finally ask. Please just let me go” I say unconvincingly
"I don't think you mean that, love" the nurse reads my thoughts, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I think you're just scared to admit it. That you want me to do this.”
“You enjoy it, don’t you? When I hold you down… when I make you breathe in the gas until you can’t fight anymore."
She lowers the mask towards my face, holding my chin only lightly with her gloved hand. I move my head to the side, trying to avoid the mask.
It's a futile gesture, but some part of my brain, maybe the majority, still rejects the idea of submitting so. The mask follows my movement, and her grip on my chin tightens
She moves to the head of the table, starting up the fresh gas flows. "Shall we begin? No. Don’t answer. You’re right, you don’t have much of a choice. A little nitrous again to start, I think. The we can move on to the Sevo!!”
My useless struggle, the sweet smelling gas filling my lungs against my will. I realize, to my horror, that I’m getting noticeably aroused thinking about it.
“I love to watch your eyes before they close. The moment when fear gives way to euphoria. When you realize you can’t stop it happening. You want that feeling again, don’t you?” She purred. Her eyes were on fire!!
Let’s have no foolishness," Evelyn scolds, her tone sharpening. She presses the mask firmly against my face, creating a tight seal. "Deep breaths now. Be sensible
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