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that I needed
to do. Are you able to come in tomorrow at around the same
time?"
    "Um, yes, I suppose so," Catherine said, her mouth
still feeling gross. "What other work do you need to do?"
    "Oh, mostly just taking care of some things I wasn't
able to get to today," Doctor Thorn said with a smile. "It's all
technical jargon, I don't want to bore you. Anyway, be sure to make
an appointment with the receptionist at the desk and I'll see you
in a few days, all right? Okay!"
    He turned his back to Catherine and began fiddling
with something on the table again. Catherine got up out of the
chair and grabbed her purse as she headed for the door.
    "Good bye doctor," she said.
    Doctor Thorn raised a hand briefly in farewell, not
turning around to look at her. Catherine walked out of the
examination room and back to the receptionist's desk where she made
her next appointment. She left the office feeling unsteady on her
feet and with that taste still coating her mouth.
     
    ~~~
     
    Catherine arrived at the dentist's office the next
day and sat down to wait for her name to be called. She grabbed a
magazine and flipped through it, not looking down at it.
    "Catherine?" the receptionist called out and
Catherine's heart began to beat hard in her chest, but she wasn't
sure why. She put down the magazine and got up, glancing around the
waiting room. There was only one other person waiting in the room,
and he looked like he could use a shower and a good night's
sleep.
    Catherine walked down the hall to the same room as
the day before and saw Doctor Thorn standing there, waiting for
her. He was smiling that smile of his again and was looking right
at her.
    "Oh my God, you frightened me," Catherine said,
putting a hand to her chest.
    The doctor's smile never faltered as he watched
her.
    "Have a seat," he said, gesturing to the dentist's
chair. Catherine put down her purse and sat down, her heart beating
hard in her chest.
    "I'm glad you could come back," Doctor Thorn said.
"It looks like we might have to do a little more work today than
originally anticipated. I'm going to have to give you a muscle
relaxant to keep you still."
    "Um, okay," Catherine said.
    Doctor Thorn grabbed a needle off of the tray beside
her. "Hold out your arm please," he said.
    Catherine held out her arm and the doctor injected
her with a clear fluid. Catherine could feel it working on her body
almost immediately. Her muscles felt like they were melting inside
of her. She felt her head slowly drop back against the headrest as
her entire body relaxed in the chair.
    "Beautiful," the doctor said. "Now it's time to
administer the gas. Be sure to breathe deeply, Catherine."
    He picked up the mask and placed it over Catherine's
nose. She breathed in and felt her mind slipping off to a dream
state. As her eyes slowly closed shut, she saw the Doctor looking
down at her, that smile planted on his face.
     
    ~~~
     
    Catherine was lying on the white bed again, the room
around her clouded in a misty white. She once again felt like she
couldn't move a muscle, but this time instead of feeling stuck in
mud Catherine felt like she was incredibly, desperately tired. It
was as though she had just run several marathons back-to-back and
was only now laying down to rest.
    The man in black was standing next to her once more.
Her eyes went wide when she saw him but she knew there was nothing
she could do. She was exhausted and couldn't move a muscle,
couldn't even open her mouth to scream.
    The man moved to the foot of the bed and leaned down,
not to her face this time but to her legs. He grabbed her ankles,
one in each hand, and spread them apart, opening her legs wide.
Catherine wasn't wearing anything below her waist and she could
feel the cool air blowing against her privates, twitching at the
sudden change in temperature.
    Catherine lay there, helpless, as the man bent down
and began to lick her pussy. His head buried itself in between her
thighs, his features still somehow masked in