Entrancing Hedra: Pt. 05

Three months into Hedra's therapy, Elizabeth greeted me as I came into the office, which was a rare occurrence. Self-discipline was among many qualities my protégé needed to refine. Her emerald eyes were alit, her smile razor sharp.

"Hedra's bachelorette party is tonight."

"I am aware, Elizabeth. Congratulations on being promoted to maid of honor, by the way."

"Farrah was just sooo overwhelmed," Elizabeth dramatically swooned. Farrah had initially been a patient of mine, referred by Elizabeth when she admitted her marijuana dependency was ruining her life. "She'll be there, of course.

"I'll be sure to review the dossiers you submitted on the two other bridesmaids."

"This is going to be so much fun," Elizabeth beamed. "To see you work, out in the wild."

"Not being able to control the environment does complicate things. At least, as maid-of-honor, you chose the venue."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "You mean YOU chose the venue."

I smiled genially. "I did not want to violate your agency."

Elizabeth huffed. I could sense her gears grinding. She had always bene impatient, and perhaps was beginning to believe that soon she would no longer require my mentorship. "Were you always this way?"

I hung my coat in the closet and went into my office, Elizabeth trailing behind. "No. I was closer to what you are now. Drunk on my power and brimming with reckless desire. But experience seasoned me. I'd spare you those wounds."

Sensing the truth, Elizabeth mastered herself. "Well, if you had to pick, what's the most important thing for me to learn?"

That's when I knew she would be leaving soon. Under my watch, Elizabeth would be protected, but policed. She would have limitless resources, but no agency to access them. The compromises were too much. I paused for a beat, my icy blue eyes fixed her electric green ones.

"Never, under any circumstance, engage in self-hypnosis."

It was in my words, my gaze. Elizabeth gulped as a twinge of horror ran through her.

"I need to prepare," I told her. "You have the day to do so yourself."

When night fell, I made my way to The Salty Dog, a faux-divebar-cum-pub in the seediest part of the Wharf. It also happened to be a club of sorts for men like me. Grey, the owner, had his own methods for awakening a girl's deep-seated desires. He was twenty years my senior, having honed his skill in a different generation, with a rangy build, steel-colored hair and trimmed beard. Though in his sixties, he was still fit and sharp. Self-mastery often came hand-in-hand with mastery of others.

Two hours before midnight, The Salty Dog was at half-capacity. It was important I be present before Hedra's bachelorette party arrived, both to prepare but also for plausibility. Showing up after could spark suspicion. I went directly to the bar to speak with Grey.

"My patient's group will be here in an hour."

Grey nodded towards a chained-off booth. He was a man of few words. A half-century of experience made his voice potent, and he was judicious with its use. His staff was almost exclusively women, who he paid well, though he could have forced them to work for peanuts.

I positioned myself at the bar on the periphery of the booth and took in the room. Like my office, it was a curated environment. Wood and leather. A soft, flickering light both from a hearth and custom-crafted faux-lanterns. A cozy temperature and limited ventilation to reduce ambient oxygen, which contributed to drowsiness. The wall art contained subliminal images, and the fixtures could be used as focal points for entrancing. A girl walking into the Salty Dog would have no inkling she had wandered into a gilded cage.

After an hour, Hedra's bachelorette party arrived. Elizabeth was leading, holding the thick, arched door open, with Hedra on her heels. Hedra was in full regalia. A short white babydoll dress, its thin shoulder straps straining to contain her double-D bosoms, topped by an ivory shoulder sash with the word BRIDE embroidered on it. Her legs were bare, with strappy sandals. Her shiny raven-black hair held a deeper curl than normal. It was styled in a way that accentuated her only other accessory besides her engagement ring: an art-deco style tiara set with black and pearl panels.

Three months ago, Hedra would have never dreamed of wearing such an ensemble. She came into my office in multiple layers designed to conceal the barest band of skin. Her enormous bosoms were strapped into a brazier designed for busy marathon runners. She had been subconsciously keeping the cum-craving size queen inside her tethered in bondage. Now that she was free, Hedra had become a voluptuous, vivacious vixen.

After Hedra came Farrah. Half-Persian, Farrah had olive skin and chocolate brown hair. She was tallish and fit, with perky b-cup breasts, and a firm, muscular butt. Her attire mirrored her newfound obsession with fitness: a tank-top style shirt what showed her toned midriff and yoga pants that could have been painted on.

Farrah had briefly been a patient of mine, referred by Elizabeth. Along with a marijuana dependency came binge eating, which led to weight gain.

Under my guidance, she replaced a drug dependency with exercise. To address her diet, I suggested seeking out a protein-dense nutritional powerhouse that would fit her new macros. Semen had been Farrah's logical conclusion, under some prodding while in a state of somnambulism.

Frankly, I had found Farrah boring. She scarcely needed to be entranced. I passed her to Elizabeth, who rather quickly had Farrah touring the local glory holes. It was my understanding Farrah was extremely popular with her fellow gym rats as a result.

The two other bridesmaids I did not know. One was a blonde girl several years Hedra's senior, nearly six feet tall and built like a shieldmaiden. The other was rather beautiful, if thin, Chinese girl, her hair as dark as Hedra's but stick straight. She would not be a problem. The shieldmaiden, however, displayed all the classic traits of a seasoned cockblocker, scanning the room to assess while standing at Hedra's right hand.

They settled into the booth for drinks, Hedra's bridesmaids jostling for position. The shieldmaiden moved to cork one side, causing Elizabeth to push the Asian girl to into the booth next, then Hedra, with her capping the other end. The shieldmaiden disapproved, but could make no socially acceptable objection.

Elizabeth ordered a round of drinks from a buxom Black waitress in her thirties I was fairly certain Grey had bred at least once. Hedra's drink of choice was a dirty Shirley Temple. She wasn't much of a drinker, and Elizabeth was under strict rules to keep her functional. But the other girls indulged, including the shieldmaiden who had a taste for whiskey. I signaled to Grey to break out the top shelf as a bottle service gift for the nearly-a-bride.

You might wonder if there was a temptation to simply drug the shieldmaiden. While that would win the day, the goal of this encounter was to reveal the new Hedra to her friends, not simply gratify myself. The shieldmaiden must bear witness, and accept Hedra's true, realized self.

I bided my time until the whiskey was nearly gone, most of it consumed by my new nemesis, then got up to use the restroom, not even glancing towards the bachelorette party. On the way back to my stool, Hedra called out excitedly.

"Dr. Jack! Hey-eey!"

I turned, pretending to be surprised to hear my name, and acknowledged Hedra with a nod, but did not approach. In response, she waved zealously for me to come closer. Who was I to deny that level of fervor?

"Good evening, ladies."

Elizabeth stood out of the booth to facilitate Hedra's escape before the thirsty thing crawled over her. Hedra embraced me, resting her head on my chest pressing her massive bosoms into my abdomen Holding onto my wrist, she turned to her bridesmaids. "This is Dr. Jack! Well, I guess Elizabeth and Farra already know him." Hedra pointed first to the shieldmaiden and then to the Chinese girl. "Dr. Jack, this is Kate and Missy."

I watched Kate's expression and body language as she silently cycled through the half-a-dozen reasons she disapproved. I knew the type. Likely, she had an entirely different list for Aaron, and would quickly compile one for any man who threatened her friendship with Hedra. Missy, however, would be no issue. She looked to me for acceptance and approval. I immediately pegged her as cut from the same cloth as Hedra: relentlessly driven by her parents to achieve for the sake of achieving, seeking approval from any mentor. Also, Asian girls tended to be attracted to tall, older, hung, blonde men. Every fruit, no matter how mundane, is forbidden to someone.

I gave the table a curt nod. "I do not wish to intrude upon the sisterhood. And I'm sure Elizabeth would rather her boss not bear witness to the evening's festivities."

Hedra gave a little pout, her eyes flickering to my clearly defined bulge. "Okay, but don't leave without saying goodbye."

With another nod, I broke away from Hedra's grip and returned to the bar. I watched the results in the bar mirror. Kate attempted a character assassination to find herself alone. Elizabeth was my protégé, Farrah a former patient, and Missy glanced over at me almost as much as Hedra.

Nearly two years ago, Elizabeth had come into my office pretending a problem but clearly exploring if hypnotherapy was truly legitimate. Her aptitude was apparent. I allowed her to believe she was fooling me that she was in a full delta state for two sessions before offering her my version of an internship. Along with talent, Elizabeth was completely amoral. I had hoped to spare her the mistakes I had made at her age, the wounds I had both caused and suffered. But some lessons had to be learned.

Even before me, Elizabeth was a savant at corruption. Within half an hour, Hedra's bachelorette party was the focal point of the establishment. Patrons stopped by to visit the blushing bride-to-be, as well as offer drinks and other, more illicit refreshments. Farrah and Kate were tempted into the back alley to indulge in an offer of free marijuana. I sighed. Elizabeth must have used a trigger phrase to cause Farrah to relapse. Once an addict, always an addict.

The moment they left, I again approached the table. "It is past my bedtime," I told Hedra.

"Okay," she said, unconsciously biting her lip. At this point, Hedra had swallowed my load fifty times, but her programming firmly established sucking my cock being a crucial part of her therapy. But never had it extended outside my office.

"Tonight is for celebration, Hedra. You've been a good girl all your life. From time to time, it is good to be bad, and indulge yourself with a cheat meal."

Hedra gasped as her eyes flickered at the combination of trigger words: Good, bad, and cheat meal. Her gaze locked onto my mature meat missile as it rose to firing position inside my slacks. I gestured hither with a finger, and Hedra nearly shoved Elizabeth out of her way as a wicked grin spread on my protégé's face.

I guided Hedra towards the hallway that held doors to the restrooms and office, a hand resting gently on her lower back. I rarely touched her in such a way, and she trembled at the contact. There was a short line for the ladies, so I shoved her into the men's room. She glanced behind me as she stumbled through the door, shadows of fear and doubt crossing her face.

"Be a good girl and do as Doctor says, Hedra."

Hedra's eyes flickered again, like a slot machine landing on the motherlode. She stepped into the men's room with my helping hand in her back. The men's room was as well appointed as the rest of the pub, with a nautical theme. Wood, brass fixtures, portal mirrors, and not-so-decorative rope wreathing the walls. There were two urinals and two stalls, the far one being occupied. I guided Hedra into the near one, latching the door behind us.

It was a tight space. My arm around her, we turned as if waltzing, so Hedra's back was to the stall door. She was a beautiful girl, but had never been more alluring than in this moment, in her white babydoll dress and bridal sash, a tiara on her brow. Her entranced gaze was locked on the object of her obsession, trapped inside my slacks.

"Stop staring and get down here you belong, Hedra," I said, offering a hand.

Hedra nodded, fighting what wisps of doubt her programming had yet to dispel. She took my hand and sunk to her bare knees onto the bathroom tile. Almost absently, she shed her shoulder straps, following her programming that her tits be out when she drained my dick. Her dress clung to her majestic milkers, until she pulled her strapless bra down, taking the garment with it. Her marble-white breasts were perfection, with small, pale pink nipples. It was a test of will for me not to maul her sensitive flesh, to pinch her nipples until she gasped, but I kept my actions within the scope of her treatment.

Hedra unzipped my fly with practiced ease, pulling my slacks apart from both sides. Having skipped briefs for ease of access, my huge cock sprang free, slapping down on her face, hot and heavy. By now, Hedra knew that was coming. It was want she wanted, to feel my immovable hardness resting on her face, my mature meat bigger than her head. She bent to first kiss, then lap and suck on my leaden, silver-haired plums.

Hedra moaned softly syrupy precum oozed as my plump mushroom head and down my shaft, glazing her skin from her hairline to her mouth. She made a needy noise as she licked my cock snot from her lips. Hedra could tease herself no longer. Flattening her tongue, she lapped from my tightening testicles to the wide slit in my cockhead. At the crest, she met my eyes for the first time. Her stormy gray orbs surged with desire bordering on worship. Drinking from my mature, monster meat brought her complete ecstasy, satiating her in a way she only ever dreamed of, sneaking off to choke on toys carefully concealed from her fiancé. That lifeless silicone was nothing compared to my throbbing, veiny rod that she could barely wrap her lips around. And gifting her with my massive load felt like liquid euphoria flowing down her throat.

Her eyes on mine, Hedra plunged down on me. Her left hand was wrapped around my base, her fingers not close to touching, engagement ring pressing into my cast iron shaft. Her right started to drift between her legs. That was new, and not part of my programming. Nor Elizabeth's, unless she was entrancing Hedra outside the office.

Hedra wasted no time, bobbing back and forth as she twisted her head, working my fat mushroom into the back of her throat, then spiraling her tongue as she withdrew. The day she came into my office, she was an inexperienced fellatrix. Now she inhaled my intimidating rod with ease. When pronounced mushroom crown brushed her uvula, sparks of pleasure erupted through her body, my programming turning that gagging sensation into a sensation akin to stimulating her clit.

"Glk... nmmnph... glk... nmmph..."

Patrons entered and exited as Hedra fucked her face with my big cock, visiting the urinals just on the other side of the wood partition, or using the stall next to us. Some came and went quickly, others lingered, washing their hands or pretending to check the mirror. There was no doubt what was happening in our stall: the gap was more than a foot of space at both the bottom and top of its walls. Patrons would see my feet, then Hedra's bare knees on the tile, her ballerina flats sticking out past the threshold. And I had trained her to be a loud, sloppy dicksucker. No man could mistake that singular sound for anything else.

Hedra flushed at the activity all around her, slurping on my cock urgently as her hand disappeared up her dress. Grinding into her fingers, she pushed deep, her mouth meeting her fingers, and came with my dick down her throat.

"Glrmmnnph!"

Two younger men wandered into the restroom at that moment.

"HO SHIT!"

"Whoa. There's a slut sucking cock in there."

"Dude, I told you! They make pornos in this place. I recognized the fucking mirrors."

Having creamed and now craving her favorite hot meal, Hedra shifted position, grabbing my arms at the wrist and pulling them to her head. At her bidding, I laced my fingers deeply in her inky, wavy hair. Once anchored, she grabbed my ass with both hands, gripping hard. I slammed my hips forward as I pulled Hedra's head into me, drilling my dick down her gullet.

"Gluckgluckgluck..."

Outside the stall, the two young men had forgotten what they came in for.

"Holy shit bro!"

"Throat goat alert."

Flashes came from above and below. Both were dangling their phones into the stall, one high, one low. I made a mental note to inform Grey, then focused on fucking Hedra's face.

"Dude has a unit on him," one said.

"Look at those fucking tits bounce. Whore has a throatpussy."

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

There was no mistaking that Kate had arrived. The two young men fled, pushing past her, as she stormed into the men's room.

"Hedra! I can see you, and those are NOT Aaron's feet."

Hedra started to turn, pulling away. As deeply as I had programmed her, a violent shock could return her to her senses. It was time for drastic measures. I tightened my grip and pounded my hips forward as I jerked her into me. Hedra tilted on her knees, her weight adding to the momentum. My savory, seasoned meat hilted itself in her neck, her nose pressing into my silver pubes as her chin touched my sack.

My plump mushroom hit her special, secret spot: a place deep in her throat only my cock could reach that I had programmed to as a psychic G-spot. Hedra's eye flew open in shock, then rolled back fully as the oblivion of pure bliss consumed her.

"NnMmnnUhhn..."

Her neck convulsed around my girthy cock as my balls rumbled. I lowered my mental walls, fully experiencing not only the intense physical sensation, but the moment we were in: a rare beauty in the flower of her youth, only days from being married, was on her knees in a bar bathroom, desperate to drain my dick down her throat. I joined her that moment of ecstasy, my cock swelling huge as her neck bulged.

A groan escaped my lips as I pumped gout after gout of gooey cum down Hedra's throat. The sensation of my hot, thick semen painting her neck only intensified her orgasm. My hips jerked as I made an enormous deposit in that hungry little sperm bank.

"What... stop!" Kate rattled the stall door, desperate to interrupt us.

I smiled softly as I flicked the latch open, causing Kate to stumble in, the door and her weight pinning Hedra in place. I looked up from my task of force-feeding Hedra to smirk at her. The hard shots had passed and I pulled away to rest my cockhead on Hedra's tongue. Hedra gulped steadily as the softer pulses spurted sperm down her neck. Her arms fell to their sides as she started to sink deeper into her trance state. I withdrew from her mouth, spilling pearls over down her lips and chin, then onto her exposed breasts as a cocktail of spit and semen poured from her mouth. Her eyelids flickered as her eyes rolled in a deep delta state.

"Occupied," I said to Kate, my face smug.

Kate was shocked into place. Her mouth moved, but no words issued. Hedra, completely insensate after such a powerful climax, dipped her head to take my softening dick into her mouth, nursing gently draw every last drop of baby batter from my balls.

Behind her, Elizabeth and Missy came into view, Elizabeth with that open-mouthed grin of joy, Missy with hers agape. Kate finally found her words.

"What. The. Fuck. Is. This. Place," she started. "First Farrah starts blowing two guys in the alley. Fine. Whatever. Own your sexuality, I guess. But this! Hedra, this isn't you!"

Hedra pulled off my half-hard cock with a POP! She turned to her friends, utterly cock drunk.

"Heeeyy... just, um, doing shots of Dr. Jack. I mean, Dr. Jack did shots in my mouth. I mean. You know," Hedra said, waving vaguely at the air. "Cummmm...."

Hedra fainted, which was typical after an entranced feeding. I lowered myself to sitting on the commode so she might lay on my lap.

"She needs a moment," I smiled.

Kate fumed, looking to her friends, who were no help at all. "Enough of this shit. I'm going to go speak to the manager."

She stormed out, leaving Elizabeth and Missy to help straighten Hedra up. The three of us managed to get her back into their booth, with Hedra in the middle, laying her head on Elizabeth's shoulder. Missy, kept bouncing her gaze around the three of us. Hedra was a sight. Her hair was messy from me two-fisting it as a pump handle, her tiara ajar. Her mascara was running from deepthroating. She had a mix of drying drool and sperm trailing down her chin and cleavage. Under the table, her knees were dirty from being on the bathroom tile.

A quarter of an hour passed before Hedra was coherent. She was sheepish as she explained to Missy it was part of her therapy. That Aaron, her fiancé, both knew and supported our activities. He had even been present to observe on several occasions. Missy could ask him about it, if she wanted. Elizabeth was there to back her up with ample psychobabble.

This was where modern standards acted as our shield. Hedra was just being sex positive. She was maintaining her agency over her body, supported fully by her modern-minded future husband. She had specialist needs, and Dr. Jack was that specialist, with equipment Aaron lacked. In the midst of these rationalizations, Farrah returned from her impromptu blowbang to chime in and further back Hedra. That was around the time I remembered Kate.

I scanned the bar, but there was no sign of her. And one did not miss a nearly-six foot tall blonde built like a Valkyrie. Had she stormed out? A smile spread across my face. No, she had found the manager. I went down the hall, to the office door at the end, and carefully turned the handle to peek inside.

Kate was bent over a broad, high desk, the same sort I favored for my work due to its versatility. Her blouse was open. Her tits were perhaps as big as Hedra's. It was hard to tell with them smashed into the desktop. Her skirt was flipped up onto her back, her panties looped around her ankles.

Grey stood behind her, his giant, gnarled cock buried in her ass. He had Kate's arm pinned behind her back with one hand, and the other was shoving her head into the desk, her face turned towards me.

Kate grunted in pain as Grey slammed into her, again and again, his petrified branch of a cock splitting her open as his low-hanging back slapped into her dripping, ignored pussy. He voice was calm and even. His mesmerizing tone cemented his words as the truth as their bodies slammed together.

"This is what you get for having such bad manners," Gray said, drilling his old rod into the asshole of girl forty years his junior. "You're going to learn respect, aren't you, young lady?"

"Yes... AHHunngnn.... sir...."

Kate's eyes rolled as she stared blankly towards me, seeing nothing in her deep trance state. Grey gave me a nod and I left him to his business.

End Part 5