Jason stirred awake, his body felt heavy and sluggish, as the morning light filtering through the curtains. He groaned a little his muscles and body aching with a deep, lingering soreness each movement a reminder of the intense medical biopsies and wild medical exam sex yesterday.

His skin felt sticky with dried sweat, cum, and Betty’s juices, a crusty residue clinging to his groin, thighs and chest. He blinked groggily, shifting under the tangled of bedding, he froze as his hand touched the edge of a warm perky ass.

He pulled the bedding up slowly to reveal the incredibly sexy and he still felt mysteries Betty/Dr. Reyes. She lay sprawled across the bed, still passed out, her caramel toned Latina skin glowing faintly in the morning light, her chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. He hadn’t expected her to still be here. It was the first time he saw her so vulnerable in sleep.

The sight sent a quiet thrill through him despite his exhausted and very sore body.

Her nude thigh-high stockings still hugged her delicious thick thighs and legs, the sheer fabric slightly wrinkled with runs in the stocking from their intense sex last night.

One arm rested across her stomach, the other flung out toward him, her heavy breasts rising and falling as she slept. He took a moment to admire her sexy breasts and nipples. He looked down between her legs admiring her shaved pussy as it peeked out from between her parted legs, the plump, dusky lips still faintly glistening, a testament to their passionate sex.

Jason couldn’t help but stare, at how incredible her body was for a woman in her sixties it was so lush, curvaceous and left him stunned. How old was she, really? Fifty-eight? Sixty-two? He wondered silently, but shook his head as asking felt impolite, and besides, her age only added to the allure of her confidence and incredible sexual experience.

He leaned over, and gave Betty a tender kiss on her lips. She murrmed sleepily, her soft snores unbroken, Jason smiled and quietly eased himself out of bed. He gave a small wince as his joints popped as he stood up from the bed.

He felt sharp twinges shooting through his lower back and hips from the hours strapped to the gyno chair & surgical table. His short dark blond hair was bed tousled, and stuck to his scalp with dried sweat, and at 5’9”, his lean frame felt stiff, each step a cautious wince as he slowly stretched, and shuffled toward the bathroom, craving a lovely warm soak in the bath or shower.

The bathroom was a decadent sanctuary, a blend of vintage opulence and exotic charm. The massive bronze claw-footed tub dominated the space, its deep basin perched on four cast legs shaped like lion paws, their claws gripping the marble floor. While a wide, gilded mirror hung above a double vanity of carved mahogany, its surface cluttered with crystal perfume bottles and a small vase of fresh roses. The faucets were two bronze mythical creatures, a dragon and a phoenix, their mouths agape poised to spit water.

Jason turned the handles, watching as water gushed from their jaws, filling the tub with smooth warm misty clear water.

He was about to step in when he heard soft footsteps padding into the bathroom. Betty appeared in the doorway, rubbing sleep from her eyes, her nude stockings whispering against her legs as she moved. “Not so fast, my darling,” she said, her voice husky with morning grogginess but laced with a playful edge. “You need fresh waterproof bandages before you get in those old ones won’t hold up after all our fun.”

She gestured at his body, and Jason glanced down, noticing the peeling edges of the adhesive bandages on his upper right thigh (bone biopsy), lower right abdomen (liver), left flank (kidney), and left love handle (the tracker site). The once neat bandages were now curling at the corners, smudged with sweat and streaked with faint traces of their combined fluids, from their vigorous night.

Jason sighed, nodding reluctantly. “Ya I guess you’re right, Dr. Reyes.” She smirked, stepping closer, her naked body a vision of mature sexuality her hips wide, her breasts swaying hypnotically with each step, the dark nipples hardening slightly in the cool air.

“For now, let’s just sponge each other off a little,” she suggested, grabbing a fluffy washcloth from a shelf and dipping it into the slowly filling bathtub. “Once you’re clean I can put new bandages on properly.”

She pressed the damp cloth to his chest, and began to gently wipe away the sticky residue of their sexual passion.

Jason watched her, his breath catching as she moved lower, the cloth gliding over his abs, then his groin, where his cock still shockingly was half hard from looking at her lush body and washing. Her stockings clung to her thighs, the tops digging slightly into her thick thighs, and her pussy peeked out as she bent forward, the dusky lips looking plump and inviting in the light.

“God, Betty you’re so sexy,” he murmured, his voice rough with lust. “How can you look this good at your age?”

Betty laughed, a sultry sound, and straightened up, her eyes glinting as she squeezed out the cloth and handed it to him.

“Such a flatterer,” she teased, stepping back to let him wash her. “Ok your turn to, clean me up, I know you want to.” Jason took the cloth, licking his lips nervously as he started at her back, the warm water leaving trails down her caramel skin. He circled her moving to her breasts, cupping them gently enjoying their weight and how soft yet firm they felt. He felt a thrill as her nipples stiffening as he brushed over them, earning a soft moan from her lips. “Your a goddess,” he muttered, his gaze dropping to her pussy as he bent down. He began on her thighs wiping their cum off. Her sexy scent musky, and rich hit him, as he washed her delicious pussy, the cloth grazed her plump lips, parting them slightly to reveal her glistening insides.

Betty smiled sexily down at Jason, her hands resting on his shoulders, admiring her prize. She watch him his dark blond hair and face flush with desire, his 5’9” lean young body all hers to enjoy.

His delicious cock, sticky and spent between his legs stirring as he cleaned her. “Hmm such a beautiful boy,” she purred, her fingers rubbing small circles on his shoulders. “So strong, so tasty and perfect for me.”

They then finished sponging each other off, the air thick with lust, and Betty began to pull Jason back to the bedroom, her nude stockings swishing softly. “Time for me to have a look at those bandages,” she said, retrieving her black doctor’s bag, as she opened the bag and sat on the bed patting in gently. As she pulled on a pair of white surgical gloves with an audible latex snap.

Jason sat on the edge of the bed, wincing slightly as she pushed him down and knelt beside him, as she began to carefully inspect his biopsy sites. She started by peeling the bandage off his upper right thigh, revealing the bone biopsy site. It was a little red and needed to be cleaned again but was healing, the stitches intact.

The lower right abdomen (liver) and left love handle (tracker) were pink and healing beautifully. Internally she was thrilled the tracker spot was healing so well it would fade completely soon with no trace.

However when she reached his (kidney), her brow furrowed. “Oh, my darling,” she murmured, concern lacing her voice. The small incision had pulled open, two of the five sutures snapped completely, a faint trickle of blood seeping from the edges. “This one’s taken a beating from our sexy time last night.”

Jason shifted, as she pressed gently around the site with one gloves hand fingers coming away red with blood, his cock twitched, stiffening against his thigh despite the ache in his body.

Betty glanced down smiling, and laughing with a rich, sultry sound. “My, my, love your so lively,” she teased, stroking his hardening shaft with a playful flick of her latex gloved thumb. “But we’re going to have to take a small break from intense sex till you heal completely, Jason doctor’s orders.”

As she stood up Jason watch her curvy body swaying as she walked to the medical corner, her stockings whispering sexily against her plump thighs with her ass jiggling with each step. From the a small cabinet beside the gyno chair, she retrieved a green surgical gown, a pack of sterile green gloves, and opened a small fridge tucked beneath, and pulled out a vial of lidocaine anesthetic.

She gathered a few more items Jason couldn’t quite see a scalpel, sutures, gauze placing them on a surgical tray and covered it with a sterile cloth. Grabbing a large surgical green sheet, she returned to the bed and gently pushed Jason to the side while she pulled the covers up and unfolded the surgical sheet beside him. “I need to fix your stitches, darling,” she said, patting the sheet. “Lie down on this, and I’ll have it done in a sec.”

Jason obeyed, stretching out on the sheet, his head resting on a pillow as he watched. Betty winked, her nude body glowing in the morning light, and began pulling on the surgical gown with slow, deliberate grace.

She slipped her arms into the sleeves, the fabric rustling as she tied the back strings tightly, the gown accentuating her curves, as it tightly hugged her breasts and hips.

She opened the pack of sterile gloves, sliding them onto her hands with a sexy, snap, the latex stretching tightly over her fingers. “I don’t want you to get scared,” she said, her voice soothing. “I’ll need to open your side a little to fix it properly.” She picked up one of the covered items a black silk blindfold and leaned in, giving him a deep, sensual kiss, her lips soft and hungry against his, the latex aroma from her gloves mingling with her jasmine scent. “I’m covering your eyes, my love,” she whispered, tying the blindfold snugly, and plunging him into darkness.

Jason heard the faint clink of glass as she filled a syringe with lidocaine. Betty bent down, her breath hot against his cock, and licked the tip with a slow, teasing roll of her tongue, the sensation making him gasp as she simultaneously injected the numbing agent into his left flank. The needle’s prick was sharp but fleeting, masked by the distraction of her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, coaxing a bead of pre-cum to the surface. “There, that’ll numb you nicely,” she murmured, setting the syringe aside and uncovering the scalpel, sutures, and gauze. “I’ll give you something to enjoy after, but while we wait for it to kick in, let’s talk about relaxing, and just enjoying the next few days while you heal.”

Jason’s voice was husky, his cock now fully hard despite the blindfold. “What happens after that?” he asked, a mix of curiosity and apprehension in his tone. Betty laughed, a low, throaty sound, and licked up his dick again, her tongue tracing the vein along his shaft. “Well, your aunt wants me to fix those cavities and do those two crowns,” she said playfully. “And we’ll need some serious X-rays for your wisdom teeth surgery.”

Jason groaned, his disappointment evident. “More dental work?” Betty chuckled, checking the numbing by brushing the site with a sterile gauze pad his lack of flinch confirming it was now numb. She leaned down, her lips enveloping his cock in a sudden, sensual blowjob, sucking him deep for a moment before popping off with a wet smack. “Oh, you’ll really enjoy your dental appointment, darling I promise,” she purred, her voice dripping with mischief.

“Now don’t peek from under that blindfold,” she warned, her tone firm as she picked up the scalpel. She cut along the incision site, widening it by half a centimeter, a thin line of blood welling up. She dabbed it with gauze, the white fabric staining crimson as she worked, her gloved fingers precise. She threaded a sterile suture needle, stitching the site with 6 neat, tight sutures, her movements quick yet careful, closing the wound tightly.

She then applied a fresh waterproof bandage, to all the spots pressing them firmly over each site, the adhesive sealing it tight. “No peeking yet,” she said, cleaning up the blood-soaked gauze and tray, disposing of them in a biohazard bin.

She peeled off the bloody gloves, snapping on a fresh pair of green ones with a flourish. “Now, my darling, I’ll give you some relief,” her voice a sultry whisper.

Betty knelt between Jasons spread legs, her latex gloved hands wrapping around his cock, the latex cool and slick against his shaft. She stroked him slowly, her fingers curling around his shaft. “Oh, fuck, Dr. Reyes,” he gasped, his hips bucking as she began to pump him slowly, her thumbs teasing his sensitive head, smearing pre-cum over the tip until it dripped down his shaft. “Such a sexy young man,” she cooed, her voice low and encouraging. “Look at this gorgeous cock it’s so thick, so hard for me.”

She leaned in, her lips brushing the tip, tenderly kissing it before she sucked the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the slit, lapping up the salty pre-cum as it flowed freely.

Jason writhed, his moans filling the room, the blindfold heightening every sensation her latex clad hands sliding up and down his shaft, her mouth hot and wet as she took him deeper, down her throat. “You taste so good, darling,” she murmured between sucks, her gloved fingers massaging his balls, rolling them gently.

Jasons cock throbbed, dripping steadily now, as she pulled back, laughing softly. “Ohh darling we mustn’t make a mess on my sheets,” she teaselling, as she plunged down, deep throating him in one smooth motion, her lips sealing around the base as he hit the back of her throat.

Jason cried out, “Dr. Reyes, I’m gonna cum!” his voice raw with need and lust, his balls tightening under her massaging fingers.

She hummed around him, the vibration pushing him over the edge, and he erupted down her throat with thick, hot ropes of hot cum shooting down her throat, his cock as she sucked harder, her latex gloved hands squeezing his balls to milk every last drop.

She swallowed it all, her throat working around his cock, not a single drop

escaped as she pulled back slowly, licking her lips with a satisfied grin. “Hmm suck a good boy,” she purred, removing the blindfold to reveal her smoldering gaze, her gown slightly askew, her stockings still clinging to her thighs. Jason panted, his body limp with pleasure, staring at her in awe as she cleaned up the tray, her movements graceful and assured, the promise of more lingering in her sexy smile.

She peeled off the green surgical gloves with a slow snap, tossing them into the bin, and stood, her nude stockings clinging to her thighs, as she shed the her gown. “Come darling,” she purred, extending a hand. “Let’s clean up properly.” Jason took it, his legs shaky as she led him back to the bathroom.

The bronze claw-footed tub stood waiting, but she turned on the expansive walk-in shower instead, its multiple jets hissing to life. Steam curled upward as they stepped in, the water cascading over them hot and soothing, washing away the last traces of blood, sweat, and cum. Betty pressed herself against him, her wet breasts sliding against his chest, her hands roaming his back as they kissed lazily under the rain head.

Over the next three days, Betty pampered Jason with meticulous care, ensuring he healed fully from his biopsies. She allowed him to explore her sprawling house a sprawling place of elegant rooms with hardwood floors, plush furniture, and walls adorned with abstract art. But she told him to stay away from the medical wing’s steel security doors, their keycard lock and keypad a quiet reminder of her control.

She cooked him rich breakfasts of huevos rancheros, lunches of grilled chicken with mango salsa, dinners of tender steak with roasted vegetables.

She changed his bandages daily, her touch gentle yet firm, inspecting the sites with a doctor’s eye, but she refrained from touching his cock or allowing him to cum. No teasing licks, no latex gloved caresses dampen the growing sexual hunger in Jason’s eyes.

This however was Betty’s plan she wanted him desperate, aching for her, his thoughts tethered to her alone, not drifting to his aunt Alice, who, Betty knew, would now be starting her search for them.

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(Meanwhile, at Alice’s House)

Alice’s stood outside her country home on the covered porch swinging gently on the wooden swing her knees drawn up, as the late afternoon sun castes long shadows across the gravel driveway.

Her blond and grey hair was pulled into a messy bun, her eyes red-rimmed from sleepless nights, Betty’s letter was crumpled in her pocket. She glanced up as a sleek black Mercedes pulled into the driveway, the engine purring like a predator as it stopped.

The driver’s door opened, and Nancy stepped out, her presence striking. She had white hair that gleamed like silver cut into, chin length bob. It framed a face that carried the confidence of her late fifties.

Her skin was pale, her lips painted a bold crimson, and her figure curvy yet skinny. She was wearing was fitted leather jacket, a silk blouse unbuttoned just enough to hint at cleavage, and tight black jeans that hugged her hips.

She moved with a predator’s grace, her stiletto boots crunching against gravel as she stubbed out a spent cigarette.

“Alice,” Nancy greeted, her voice smooth but edged with impatience as she adjusted her sunglasses atop her head. “You look like hell. Still no word from our runaway Latina doctor?”

Alice stood, brushing off her jeans. “No, nothing. I’ve been waiting for you to tell me something anything. It’s been days, Nancy. Where are we with finding Betty?”

Nancy sighed, leaning against her Mercedes, crossing her arms looking unhappy. “Let’s go inside. This isn’t a doorstep chat.” They entered Alice’s living room cluttered with books and sat on the couch. Nancy pulled out her phone, scrolling with a frown. “I’ve been working my contacts, but it’s a mess. Betty’s covered her tracks better than I ever expected. I’ve got my hacker guy, Dex, on it best in the game but even he’s hitting walls. Let me call him now; you’ll hear it straight from him how he is doing.”

She tapped the screen, putting it on speaker. After two rings, a gravelly voice answered. “Nancy, that you?”

“Yeah, Dex,” she replied, her tone sharp. “Tell me you’ve got something on Betty Reyes. I’m sitting here with Alice, and we’re both losing patience.”

Dex grunted, the sound of typing audible in the background. “Wish I had better news, Nance. This chick’s a ghost. No recent credit card hits, no bank withdrawals nothing stateside. I’ve dug through property records found a house sale under her name, closed 10 months ago, but the sellers a shell LLC, no forwarding address, no trail for me to follow. I’ve checked moving companies, utility transfers, even DMV records all zip.”

He paused “My guess is she’s gone cash only but it’s more likely from what you told me that she is funneled everything through offshore accounts under alias names and shell companies. Cayman Islands, maybe Panama or even Swiss those places love a good shell company. She’s left the state, probably the country, and she’s damn good at disappearing.”

Nancy’s jaw tightened, her crimson lips thinning. “10 months ago? That’s before she even pulled this stunt with Jason. She can’t have been planning this for almost a year, Dex how are we this far behind?”

“’Cause she’s smart,” Dex shot back. “No digital footprint since then. I’ve hacked hospital supply chains, pharmacies thought maybe she’d order her medical equipment through one, but either she’s got a stash or someone’s buying for her under a different name or company. I’ve cross referenced aliases, old colleagues, nothing pops. She could be anywhere Florida, Texas, hell, even Mexico by now.”

Alice cut in, her voice trembling. “She can’t just vanish with Jason! What about her van?” Dex sighed. “Her Mercedes van’s a dead end so far no recent registrations, no toll hits. If she’s driving it, she’s sticking to back roads or ditched it.”

“She’s gone dark, Alice. I’ll keep digging but the offshore stuff takes time, bank records are a nightmare but without a lucky break, we’re chasing shadows.”

Nancy snapped, “Shadows aren’t good enough! Alice’s nephew’s missing, and I’m not explaining to her why we’re empty handed. Push harder at the offshore companies, aliases, banking anything. Call me the second you’ve got a lead.”

She hung up, tossing the phone onto the couch with a scowl. “Useless so far. Betty’s playing us, Alice she’s been steps ahead for almost a year it seems.”

Alice’s hands clenched into fists. “She can’t just vanish with Jason! We talked about her finances, her house we were good friends but I never saw it coming, what else can we do?”

Nancy leaned back, her white hair catching the light as she studied Alice. “There’s one more card I can play, but I don’t like it. I’ve got a friend in the FBI Carmin Mendez, mid forties, sharp as a knife, ex- counterintelligence. She’s got access to federal databases, traffic cam networks, the works, hell maybe a satellite or two.

She could track Betty’s Mercedes van plates, GPS pings, even a drone if she pushes it. Problem is, Carmin a vicious predator. She doesn’t do favors for free last time I cashed in with her, she had me digging dirt up on a sex traffic ring in our city for 6 months on a big case. This? She’ll want something big money, intel, maybe a personal stake in Jason once we get him back. Could be she’ll demand a cut of whatever we leverage to pull this off, or worse, she’ll call in a favor later that’ll cost us both dearly.

I’m not thrilled about owing her, so I need to know how badly do you want Jason back? What are you willing to give up?”

Alice’s eyes narrowed, her voice firming with resolve. “Everything, Nancy. He’s mine Betty doesn’t just get to steal him and win.

Whatever Carmen wants money, favors, anything I’ll figure it out. I just need to get him back.”

Nancy nodded, her expression grim. “Alright. I’ll call her. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when she comes collecting and she will, Alice. Carmen got a memory like a steel trap and loves to wheeled her power.”

(Meanwhile, at Betty’s secluded home)

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Jason woke on the fourth day feeling good refreshed no more soreness, his biopsy sites nearly healed, smooth with faint pink scars only in two places still. The bed beside him was empty, a stark change from the past mornings of Betty sleeping near him, the sheets cool where Betty’s warmth had been. He stretched, rubbing his dark blond hair, when he heard soft footsteps and a faint clatter from beyond the room.

Betty swept in, a vision in a cute pink scrub dress that hugged her curves, the hem barely reaching mid thigh, revealing nude coloured pantyhose tights that shimmered over her toned legs.

Her white nurse shoes clicked softly, their practicality offset by the alluring sway of her hips. Even in surgical attire, she was breathtaking as he watched her heavy breasts straining the fabric, the V-neck hinting at cleavage, her sixty year old Latina body radiating sex appeal, the pantyhose accentuating every contour. She smiled, tossing a thin hospital gown onto the bed, its pale blue fabric fluttering. “Get dressed in this, darling,” she commanded, her voice firm yet playful.

Jason blinked, sitting up. “What’s happening, Dr. Reyes?” She grinned, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “just obey me, Jason you don’t want a strike today.” He slid out of bed, his cock stirring as he looked at her, and pulled on the hospital gown, the open back leaving him exposed as he tied the flimsy strings.

Betty stepped closer, holding a leather bondage hood with a built-in gag, its straps gleaming. “Put this on and no questions,” she said, her smile widening as he hesitated, then sighed, slipping it over his head. The leather molded to his face, the gag filling his mouth, muffling his breath as she adjusted it, her fingers brushing his neck.

While he fumbled with the hood, she retrieved thick leather wrist restraints and a lap belt, snapping the cuffs onto his wrists with a satisfying click, then securing them to the belt at his waist, binding his hands like a prisoner’s. “No fighting me or talking,” she whispered, her breath hot against the mask. “Be good for everything, and you’ll get a wonderful surprise.” Blind and gagged, Jason shuffled as she led him through the steel security doors, her badge tapping the lock with a beep, guiding him silently into the medical wing.

They stopped, and he heard an automatic door opening with a mechanical hum. The door read (Dental surgery room). Betty nudged him forward, her voice soft but commanding. “Get in, darling I’ll help you.” She guided him into the unknown room and he heard the doors closing with a small whoosh. As she guided him to a large dental chair, its pink vinyl surface already lying flat, a pink papoose board restraint system secured to it, its straps open and waiting.

The room was a sterile haven of medical precision more surgical than dental. A massive overhead surgical light array loomed above, its multiple bulbs casting a stark glow. An advanced X-ray unit stood against one wall, a standing booth with a chin rest and digital scanner humming faintly. A large anesthesia machine sat nearby, its digital control pad glowing, clear tubes snaking to a wall outlet, flanked by a heart rate monitor, blood pressure cuff, and finger proximity sensor on a side table.

The chair featured articulated arms with a toolbar water, suction, and a high-tech dental drill poised in position. A fridge hummed softly across the room, its glass door revealing vials, while rows of cabinets lined the walls. On a counter, dental trays gleamed one with cavity filling tools (composite resin, curing light, dental dam, clamps, drill bits, mirror), another with two porcelain crowns and crown prep equipment (diamond burs, impression material, adhesive cement).

Betty helped Jason settle onto the papoose board, the stiff pink pad cool against his back through the gown. “I think you can feel what you’re on……another papoose board, darling,” she explained, her voice soothing yet laced with excitement. “Just like last time it will be like having a warm blankets wrapping you, keeping you still for me.” She undid the restrains and lap belt. “Don’t try and move Jason” she warned with a commanding tone. She than lifted his left arm first, securing it with a padded Velcro strap attached to the board by his side, the gentle pressure holding his wrist down snugly but not painfully.

Then he felt his right arm, her movements swift and practiced, the straps clicking into place. Next, she paused and he felt adhesive heart rate leads being stuck to his chest through the gown’s open sides. He then felt two large, soft pink blankets being, crisscrossing over his chest and arms.

The Velcro strips connected with a soft rip, cocooning him, doubly securing his wrists beneath the layers. “Feel that, Jason?” she murmured, her hands smoothing the fabric. “Nice and secure.” He couldn’t see, but he felt a thin strap slide over his ankles, pulling them firmly against the chair’s leg rest, followed by two more Velcro strips over his shoulders, anchoring him in place.

The process was quick barely two minutes but he could barely wiggle just like last time, his body enveloped in the board’s embrace. “You’re all secure for me now,” she purred, her voice close to his ear.

She began attaching monitoring devices the blood pressure cuff wrapping around his upper left arm with a faint hiss as it inflated, the finger proximity sensor clipping onto his right index finger with a cool pinch, and connected the heart rate leads their steady beeps syncing with his pulse.

A large screen above flickered to life, displaying his vitals heart rate 78 bpm, blood pressure 120/80 mmHg, oxygen saturation 99% the rhythmic sounds blending with the hum of the anesthesia machine, amplifying the surgical atmosphere.

Betty gently tugged off the bondage hood and gag, her fingers brushing his cheeks as she freed his mouth, his dark blond hair damp with sweat. “There’s my handsome boy,” she whispered, adjusting the anesthesia machine’s controls on the digital pad, setting a 60% nitrous oxide-oxygen mix. She reached for a pink nasal mask, its soft rubber edges gleaming, and fitted it over his nose, securing the straps behind his head. “Breathe deep, darling,” she said sexily, turning on the gas with a faint hiss. Jason inhaled, the sweet, metallic scent filling his lungs, warmth spreading through him as his lips tingled, his body sinking into the chair.

She stepped back, her movements slow and deliberate, as she pulled on a glossy all pink surgical gown, its fabric rustling as she tied it tightly, accentuating her curves. She slid on long, extended-cuff pink latex gloves, snapping them over her forearms with a sultry flourish, the rubber taut and gleaming. A pink bouffant cap went over her hair, tucking every strand away, and she tied a pink surgical mask around her neck, letting it dangle on her chest as she faced him, her eyes smoldering.

Jason watched, his vision blurring slightly as the gas took hold, his cock stirring beneath the gown and restraints at her erotic transformation.

She approached, her latex gloved hand caressing his face, tilting his chin up. “Look up, darling,” she whispered, and his hazy gaze turned and he saw the mirrored ceiling, reflecting the pink clad figure looming over him, the chair, and his restrained form. “You’ll see everything,” she purred.

She retrieved a tray from the fridge, revealing 10 dental syringes filled with lidocaine, their needles glinting under the surgical lights. Jason murmured, his voice thick and slurred, “That’s a lottt…” Betty smiled wickedly. “It’s part of my fun, Jason I want you very numb and limp in this chair. Some are practice for your wisdom teeth surgery.” She picked up the first syringe, massaging his upper left gum with a gloved finger, her touch firm yet sensual, then injected the numbing agent near his molars, the prick sharp but fading fast as the cold liquid spread. His lip tingled, then went slack.

She moved to his lower left, then upper right, each injection methodical two per quadrant, plus extras along the palate and jawline massaging his gums between shots, her fingers kneading the tissue as his mouth grew heavy, drooping, sensation slipping away. “Feel that, darling?” she cooed, using all 10 over fifteen minutes, his face a numb mask, his tongue thick and useless. “Nice and relaxed for me,” she whispered, her mask swaying as she leaned close, the gas and numbness merging into a dreamy, erotic haze

Jason sank into a dreamy haze, the 60% nitrous oxide-oxygen mix from the nasal mask blending with the lidocaine’s numbing grip on his mouth, his body limp against the pink papoose board. His dark blond hair framed a face slack with sedation, his 5’9” frame cocooned in Velcro and blankets, the steady beeps of the heart rate monitor (now 85 bpm), blood pressure cuff (122/82 mmHg), and finger sensor (98% oxygen) filling the room with a surgical rhythm. He watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Betty pulled up the second set of ties on her pink surgical mask, securing them tightly behind her head.

The fabric wrinkled slightly as she smiled beneath it, her dark eyes glinting with mischief above the mask’s edge. She bent down, her gloved hand brushing his cheek, her whisper hot against his ear. “You’re being such a good boy, Jason. I’ll make sure you have a wild surgical PPE night tonight.” His cock twitched beneath the gown, the promise igniting a spark through his drugged fog.

She adjusted the gas flow slightly higher on the digital pad, the hiss intensifying, then retrieved the cavity and crown trays from the counter. Setting them onto the articulated arm trays, she positioned them within easy reach, the tools gleaming under the overhead surgical light array composite resin, curing light, dental dam, clamps, drill bits, mirror for the cavities; diamond burs, picks, adhesive cement, and two porcelain crowns.

She picked up a special bite block with a built-in clip for a suction device, its rubber surface firm yet pliable. “Open up, darling,” she cooed, gently nudging his numb mouth apart, his jaw slack from the drugs. She inserted the block between his right molars, securing it with a soft click, then activated a suction wand with a low hum, feeding it into the clip. The wand’s tip nestled at the back of his throat, keeping his mouth dry as saliva pooled and was whisked away. “There we go,” she murmured sweetly, her voice cutting through his haze. “Keeps everything nice and tidy for me.”

Betty reached for a pair of loupe magnifying glasses, their sleek black frames fitted with high-powered lenses, and slid them on, completing her transformation into a pink-clad dental surgeon.

She installed the dental dam next, her gloved hands deft and precise. She selected a latex sheet from the tray, its pale green surface stretched taut as she punched holes for teeth #30 (lower right first molar) and #23 (lower left canine) for the crowns, and #14 (upper left first molar) and #12 (upper left lateral incisor) for the cavities. “Let’s get you set, my love,” she said, clipping the dam to the bite block, then securing rubber clamps around each tooth, their metal jaws snapping into place.

She stretched the latex over his lips, hooking it to a frame outside his mouth, the tight seal isolating the four teeth, their enamel glistening under the light, the rest of his mouth a numb, drooling void. Jason gurgled happily, his drugged eyes tracking her every move in the mirrored ceiling.

She touched his face gently, her pink latex fingers cool against his skin. “I’ll start with the nice, easy stuff those two nasty cavities.

They’re medium-sized, but with all this numbing and gas, you’ll only watch your beautiful, sexy Latina dentist.” He gurgled again, a sloppy, contented sound, and she laughed softly. “Such a good patient.” She selected a medium carbide drill bit, fitting it into the dental drill with a click, then held it up for his hazy eyes to follow, giving it a test spin its high-pitched whine cutting through the room. “Okay, Jason, let’s drill those lovely bad teeth,” she said, her tone playful yet focused.

Leaning in, she pressed the drill to #14, the upper left first molar, its tip biting into the decayed enamel with a sharp, grinding buzz. She worked methodically, her loupes magnifying the tooth’s surface as she carved out the bad enamel, the drill’s water spray misting the air, with her taking a the suction wand every now and then to slurping away debris. “Nice and deep here,” she muttered to herself, more than to Jason, “Feel that vibration, darling? Just a little tickle for my good boy.”

She cleared the cavity over five minutes, switching to a finer bit to smooth the edges, then packed it with composite resin, shaping it with a spatula. “Almost there,” she cooed, curing the filling with a blue light wand, its beep signaling completion. She moved to #12, the upper left lateral incisor, repeating the process drilling out the decay with a steady hand, the whine rising and falling, then filling and curing it, her voice a constant murmur. “You’re doing so well, Jason look at that sexy smile getting fixed.”

Finished, she touched his face again, her gloved thumb tracing his numb lip. “So good for me,” she said, bending to his ear, her mask brushing his cheek. “I’ve got a very sexy surprise procedure later one I’ll enjoy doing to you, to make you mine.” Jason’s drugged mind couldn’t grasp the words, but his cock throbbed, arousal simmering beneath the haze.

She peeled off her pink gloves slowly, the rubber snapping sexily as she tossed them aside, then snapped on a fresh pair, her movements deliberate and teasing, before turning to the crown placement.

For #30, the lower right first molar, she selected a diamond bur, its coarse edge glinting as she fitted it to the drill. “Time to shape you up, darling,” she said, grinding down the tooth’s surface with precise, circular motions, the buzz louder now, enamel dust mixing with the water spray. “Nice and even,” she muttered, checking her work with a mirror, then taking an impression with a tray of gooey material, pressing it over the tooth until it set.

She prepped the porcelain crown, applying adhesive cement, and seated it firmly, adjusting its bite with a probe. “Perfect fit,” she said to Jason, “making you even more handsome for me.” She repeated the process for #23, the lower left drilling, shaping, impressing, cementing the mirrored ceiling reflecting her focused form, Jason watching in a drugged, relaxed haze, his body tingling with arousal at her dominance and skill.

Once all four teeth were done cavities filled, crowns placed she leaned back, inspecting her work with the mirror, the dental dam still taut across his mouth. “I’m keeping this on for now,” she said, her voice husky. “I do enjoy the dental play.” She bent close, whispering, “I’m practically dripping under this surgical gown and nude pantyhose tights, and I’m not wearing panties!

Are you ready for your reward, my good boy?” Jason gurgled a slurred, “Yes,” his heart rate spiking to 95 bpm on the monitor, the beeps quickening. Betty laughed, a sultry sound, and stood. “Then it’s time for the first course. Get ready my tasty patient!”

To be continued…………