Betty undid the chest and shoulder restraints on the papoose board, the Velcro ripping free, leaving his arms still secured by the wrist straps. With the gas and numbing, he couldn’t move anyway, his body was a limp, aroused puppet.

She grabbed a pair of safety scissors from the tray, cutting his gown down the middle with a slow, deliberate snip, the fabric parting to reveal his naked body and cock hard and leaking, sensors beeping faster 100 bpm now as his chest heaved.

Betty sat beside him on the stool, her pink surgical gown rustling as she pulled it up, spreading her legs wide apart next to his head. The white pantyhose tights hugged her thighs, the seam at her crotch dark and damp with arousal, her shaved pussy faintly visible through the sheer fabric, plump and glistening. “Look at me, darling,” she purred, her gloved hand resting on his chest, the latex cool against his skin, her surgical mask wrinkling as she smiled beneath it, her eyes locked on his drugged, eager gaze.

She leaned back on the dental stool, spreading her legs even wider, the pantyhose shimmering faintly under the harsh surgical light, the glossy fabric catching every beam. Her gloved hand drifted to her crotch, caressing the damp patch where her arousal had soaked through them, the outline of her puffy lips pressing against the nylon, a faint wet sheen spreading as she rubbed slow, teasing circles.

Jason, even in his drugged haze of 60% nitrous oxide clouding his mind, his mouth a numb void from 10 lidocaine shots felt a primal ache, wishing he could bury his face between her thighs and inhale that musky, rich scent of her aroused pussy, just maddeningly out of reach.

Betty’s mask crinkled into a wider smile, her eyes glinting as she picked up the safety scissors from the tray. “You want my pussy, don’t you, my sweet boy?” she whispered seductively, her voice a sultry tease as she positioned the blades at the crotches seam.

She cut slowly, deliberately, the snip of each nylon thread a soft, teasing sound, watching Jason’s cock twitch with every cut. The scissors glided down the center, parting the nylon fabric inch by inch, revealing her beautifully, shaved pussy lips dusky plump and engorged, glistening with a thick layer of creamy arousal, the inner folds pink and swollen, parted slightly to expose her throbbing clit, slick with her juices.

She paused halfway, the pantyhose fraying into jagged edges, her pussy half-exposed, a tantalizing glimpse that made Jason’s heart rate climb to 105 bpm, the monitor beeping faster as pre-cum leaked from his tip, a slow, sticky trail sliding down his shaft, pooling on his groin.

She finished the cutting with a final snip, the crotch now a gaping hole, her pussy fully exposed lips puffy and dripping, a bead of arousal trickling down her inner thigh, the musky scent hitting the air as the crotchless pantyhose framed her pussy.

Betty leaned back further, her legs splayed erotically, and whispered, “I’m going to play with my clit and finger myself to an orgasm, Jason and you’ll just have to watch it!”

He moaned in drugged distress, a muffled gurgle through his numb mouth, as she began her pink surgical gloved hand sliding down, the latex gleaming as she teased her clit with slow, sensual circles, her middle finger tracing the swollen nub, coaxing fresh juices to coat her latex gloved hand.

She moaned softly, her surgical mask shifting with each breath, she then slipped her index finger into her pussy, the wet squelch audible as her tight, scalding walls gripped the rubber. Her juices coating her glove in a, glossy sheen as she pumped her fingers deeper, her thumb now rubbing her clit in tight, frantic strokes.

“Oh, Jason,” she groaned, her voice thick with lust, “I’m going to fuck you so much over the next few days you’ll be my medical play patient, won’t you?” She locked eyes with him, her gaze piercing above the surgical mask, and he gurgled a desperate “yyyyessss,” his hips straining against the papoose board, his cock leaking steadily, a glistening strand dangling from the tip.

Betty’s moans grew louder, her finger plunging faster, the wet sounds echoing as her pussy clenched around her fingers, her clit pulsing under her thumb. “I’m coming, darling,” she gasped, her body stiffening in the stool, her thighs trembling as a hot spurt of juices leaked from her pussy, dripping onto the vinyl seat, pooling beneath her. She pulled her hand out, the pink latex glove glistening with her cum, strands of arousal stretching between her fingers as she laughed a sultry, triumphant sound.

Standing on wobbly legs, she adjusted the nitrous down to 50%, the hiss softening, then bent to unclip the dental dam. Her gloved fingers still glistening with her juices as she worked methodically releasing the clamps from teeth #30, #23, #14, and #12 with soft clicks over three minutes, peeling the latex sheet from his lips, the rubber sticky with saliva as she tossed it aside, leaving his numb mouth exposed, drooling and gaping with the bit block and gas.

A wicked grin spread behind her surgical mask, as she carefully mounted the dental chair, stepping carefully onto it until she stood over Jason, straddling his chest. She lifted her pink surgical gown again, exposing the cut open pantyhose crotch, her leaking pussy hovering inches above his face lips engorged and dripping, a thick bead of her juice swaying before falling onto his chin.

“Eat my pussy with that numb mouth, darling,” she demanded, her voice a husky command. “Make me climax on your face.” She inched closer, lowering herself until her wet pussy brushed his lips, the heat and musk overwhelming even through his drugged haze.

Jason’s internal thoughts spiraled, wild and fragmented: God, she’s fucking gorgeous up there, all pink and surgical, that gown hugging her tits, the mask crinkling as she smirks, those latex gloves dripping with her cum, the bouffant cap hiding her hair this is a crazy kinky medical fantasy.

His heart rate spiked to 110 bpm, the beeps frantic as he stared up at Dr. Reyes, her sixty year old Latina body a vision of raw, sex appeal her pussy glistening, the pantyhose framing it like a trophy, her juices smearing his chin as she pressed her pussy down to his mouth.

He moaned in drugged desire, his numb tongue lolling out instinctively, the sensation dulled but the act electric as he licked her clumsily, her slick folds sliding over his mouth, coating his lips with her tangy, musky essence.

Jason internal: Fuck, I can’t feel my mouth, but I want her so bad she’s dripping all over me, owning me, he thought, his cock throbbing painfully, pre-cum pooling on his stomach as he strained against the restraints.

Betty moaned above him, her gloved hands gripping the chair’s arms for balance, her mask wrinkling as she smiled wider, her hips rocking to grind her clit against his numb lips. “Yes, Jason, eat me out make your sexy dentist cum,” she purred, her voice muffled but dripping with lust, her pussy clenching as his numb tongue flopped against her, the lack of finesse only heightening her control and arousal.

Her juices flowed freely, soaking his face, trickling down his cheeks as she rode him, the surgical light glinting off her wet gloves, her pantyhose rasping against his shoulders. Jason’s drugged moans vibrated against her, his hazy mind consumed “She’s so wet, so hot I’m hers, fuck, I’m hers” he thought desperately as her climax approached, her breath hitching behind the surgical mask, as her body trembled atop him.

She leaned back, her gloved hands sliding under her gown to pinch her nipples through the fabric, twisting them hard as she moaned, “Oh, Jason, my good boy…..fuck, yes!” Her pussy clenched, her thighs trembling around his head, and she screamed, a loud, primal sound echoing in the dental room, as she came.

Hot juices flooded his mouth, coating his numb lips and tongue, spilling over his cheeks and chin, a sticky mess pooling on his neck and chest as she shuddered through her climax, the surgical gown fluttering with her gasps. She breathed heavily, than laughed a rich, triumphant sound as she lifted herself off, standing over him on the dental chair.

Jason gazed up at her, his face slick with cum and juices, the nasal mask slightly askew, his drugged, glazed eyes wide with lust and happiness.

Betty loomed over him a Latina surgical goddess her caramel skin flushed beneath the pink gown, her mask crinkled with a victorious smile, the bouffant cap framing her face like a halo, her pantyhose ripped out at the crotch, her pussy still dripping, juices trailing down her thighs.

Her breasts heaved beneath the gown, nipples stiff against the sterile fabric, her presence commanding and divine. She leaned in, her breath warm behind his ear, whispering, “I’ll be right back, darling,” as she peeled off her soaked pink gloves with a slow snap, tossing them aside.

She adjusted the nasal mask properly over his nose, the gas steadying his haze, then stepped off the chair, her pantyhose rustling as she moved to the counter, for something while Jason floated in the afterglow, his cock throbbing, his mind reeling from the PPE dental chair pussy eating face sitting he’d just experienced.

She returned moments later, holding an iPad in her hands, its sleek surface glinting under the surgical light. She circled the chair, her pink surgical gown swaying, the surgical mask still tied tightly to her face, wrinkling slightly as she smiled beneath it, her eyes smoldering with a dangerous possessive intent.

Leaning close, she whispered huskily against Jason’s ear, “I want to fuck you so bad, darling and I know your cock wants to taste my dripping pussy. Sign this and I guarantee I can keep you safe, my beloved mine forever, you can have me anytime you want anywhere you want.”

She set the iPad beside his restrained right hand on the arm rest, the screen glowing faintly then snapped on a fresh pair of pink surgical gloves with a slow, sensual snap, the latex stretching taut over her fingers, the latex scent mingling with the smell of her arousal.

She mounted the dental chair again, towering over him, her presence a medfetish vision in full pink PPE gown glossy and crinkled, bouffant cap framing her head, surgical mask snug across her cheeks and nose, gloves gleaming as they gripped the gown’s hem. She pulled the mask down to her chin with a deliberate tug, revealing her flushed face, lips parted, eyes burning with determination as she teasingly lifted the gown, the fabric sliding over her pantyhose thighs with a soft rustle.

Her flayed pantyhose crotch came into view again tattered edges framing her beautiful, shaved pussy, the plump, dusky lips still dripping with glistening juices, a thick bead dripping down her inner thigh, her clit swollen and pulsing under the surgical light.

She shifted, positioning herself over Jason’s throbbing, cock, her juices dripping slowly splashing onto his shaft, trickling down its length in a warm, sticky trail, pooling at his groin as the monitors beeped faster 115 bpm now, his arousal spiking.

Jason moaned through the bite block, the suction wand humming in his numb mouth, his drugged haze deepening as he watched her in the mirrored ceiling, desperate to fuck her. His arms and legs strained against the papoose board’s Velcro straps, his hips bucking feebly, pre-cum oozing steadily from his tip.

Betty cooed, her voice dripping with sultry delight, “Look at how sexy my patient is so eager, so hard and ready for me. Just sign this, Jason, and I’ll keep you safe forever, my beloved, mine to care for, to fuck, to play with in every way you crave.”

She laughed, a low, throaty sound, then leaned closer, her pussy hovering just an inch above his cock. “If Jason wants to fuck his Latina dentist’s dripping pussy and cum inside her, he’ll need to sign this it’s our pact, darling, to keep you with me, protected from everything out there.”

She lowered herself teasingly, her wet lips brushing the tip of his twitching cock, the heat and slickness maddeningly close, then she flicked the iPad opened to a signature page, a glowing box awaiting his fingerprint. “First, I need your finger print signature, my love,” she purred, her tone seductive yet edged with urgent command.

Jason gurgled in distress, a slurred “What is it?” escaping his numb lips, his eyes wide with drugged confusion and need, his cock twitching against her warm lips.

Betty laughed, the sound rich and dark, her face serious despite the flush of arousal, her eyes glinting with possessive intent. “It’s my guarantee that you’ll be mine forever, Jason,” she said, her voice low and firm. She lied smoothly, “I’ve beaten Alice she’s out of the picture. Sign this, and you’ll stay with me, safe and adored wild sex, medical play, luxury all yours forever.”

“All you have to do is press your finger here, and I’ll fuck your brains out for days, every kinky fetish you can handle.” He moaned, questions and confusion swirling in his mind, as he tired to speak she shushed him gently, grinding her sopping pussy against his cock’s tip, her juices coating his head as she cooed, “I know you love your Aunt Alice, but I’m going to win she can’t keep you safe like I can. Sign this, and all the pleasure you can imagine will be yours, my beloved.”

Jason’s thoughts churned in a drugged tempest, the nitrous swirling in his veins, the lidocaine numbing his mouth, his body screaming with lust. Fuck, she’s a sexy goddess pink PPE shining, pussy dripping, voice promising everything, he thought, his gaze locked on her towering form. How can I submit like this so sudden, forever? Lust’s frying my brain her pussy’s right there, I want it so bad, but… my Aunt Alice?

His heart pounded 120 bpm now the monitors beeping frantically. Is this real? Drugs clouding my thoughts me, or is it just sexual desire? Logic’s slipping I’m safe with her, sex forever, but can I giving up everything? Shit, I’m a torn emotional mess, can’t tell what’s true.

He gurgled again, his numb tongue useless, eyes darting between her dripping pussy and her serious, flushed face, a sexual goddess in latex and surgical pink, radiating power and promise.

She pressed his restrained right hand towards the iPad, guiding his finger to the glowing box, the screen cool against his skin. But he resisted his hand hovering just an inch from the screen. She sighed and than lifted off, her pussy pulling away, and Jason moaned in frustration, his cock straining, pre-cum dripping onto his stomach.

“If you don’t sign,” she whispered, her tone chilling, “I’ll need to break you. I’ll put you in full psych 12-point seg restraints wrists, ankles, thighs, chest, head and fed you via a nasal tube, braking slowly and sexually until you will sign.

But sign now, and I’ll keep you safe, you will belong to me my beloved mine forever.” She lowered her pussy again, grinding harder, her slick lips sliding over his shaft, teasing just shy of penetration. “It can be so easy, Jason just sign and enjoy wild sex with me, or don’t, and I will be forced to break you mentally and physically.”

Suddenly, she dropped to her knees on the chair, her thick pantyhose clad thighs clamping around his cock, gripping it tightly as she rubbed his penis length without taking him inside. “You’ll be mine, Jason,” she whispered, her voice a possessive growl, her maskless face locked on him, her eyes fierce and unyielding.

“I have all the time in the world to make you mine.” As she said his she leaned forward her latex gloved hand touched his face, her fingers tracing his jaw with a mad, obsessive tenderness, “My darling patient.”

Jason’s mind spun in the drugged hazy. What is happen is she’s insane? She is hot as fuck, but what does she mean safe forever and braking me ? Lust’s winning, but logic’s screaming Aunt Alice, reality, what’s left the bite block and suction and numbing garbling his attempts to speak, his heart rate spiking to 125 bpm, the beeps frantic.

Betty shushed him quietly, pressing a pink latex gloved finger to his lips, the latex cool. “I know, darling,” she murmured, smiling with a mix of sweetness and menace, “but you have to decide now submit to me, or be broken.” Her eyes narrowed, her smile turning more evil. “Alice isn’t coming, Jason, and you will be mine forever, safe with me, loved by me.”

She flexed her thighs, squeezing his cock harder, then pulled up her surgical gown aside, exposing his throbbing length trapped between her pantyhose clad legs, the fabric taut and shiny. She dipped her fingers into the pre-cum leaking from his tip, coating them in the slick, clear fluid, and began playing with the head rubbing slow, teasing circles, her latex gloved hand glistening as she whispered, “What’s it going to be, my darling patient?”

Jason’s drugged haze left him trapped, his body screaming for release, his mind a whirlwind of lust and logic, clarity battling the haze. She’s my Latina goddess pink shining, pussy dripping, promising safety, sex, everything but forever?

Submit now, or fight and be broken he thought, his cock pulsing, straining against her thighs, pre-cum pooling as he gurgled incoherently, the suction wand slurping in his mouth. Aunt Alice is gone? but this choice fuck, it’s sudden, it’s huge. Betty’s dominance loomed her in pink PPE a medfetish fantasy, her pussy so close, her threat of breaking him in psych restraints chilling and daunting.

She watched him, her fingers still teasing his cock, her thighs flexing, waiting for his choice submission to her eternal wonderful sexual medical care and kinks, or a slow, sexual and mental breaking and unraveling in her medical psyche prison cell.

Betty stopped playing with his cock abruptly, her surgical gloved fingers hovering over his shaft, a flash of anger crossing her face her brows furrowing, her lips tightening beneath the loosened mask dangling at her chin.

She controlled herself with a slow, deliberate breath, then bent down, her face almost eye-to-eye with Jason’s, her dark eyes blazing with possessive maddening intensity.

“You belong to me, Jason,” she said, her voice low and commanding, thick with sexual dominance. “Fighting me won’t work

Alice doesn’t know where you are, and she’s never going to find you and she is not coming. I’ve got you, and I’m not letting go!”

“I never told you, darling, but I’m also a licensed psychologist too not just a doctor, not just a dentist. I can break you using drugs, sexual torment, psych restraints it’s a little messy and takes time, but I’ve done it before for clients. With you, it’ll be much more intense, more personal and there will be no limits!”

She paused, her breath hot against his numb lips, her gaze unyielding. “I’ll strap you in with a 12-point restraints wrists, ankles, thighs, chest, shoulders, your body pumped full of sedatives and feeding you through a nasal tube. I will keep you on the edge with psychological torment and sexual teasing, slowly breaking your mind and body until you beg to sign.”

“I’ll make you crave me, need me, until there’s nothing left but submission. Or…” Her tone softened, turning sultry, “you can sign right now, Jason.”

“Sign, and I’ll ride your cock right now….fuck you wildly, teach your young body all the pleasure I can give you. Days of kinky medical sex play, luxury, safety all mine to give you, all yours to take. I’ll keep you safe, my beloved, forever.”

She straightened slightly, glancing at a digital wall clock above the X-ray unit its red numbers glowing 10:47 AM then back at Jason, her expression a mix of lust and resolve. “You’ve got a choice, darling, but it’s mine to enforce either way,” she continued, her voice a slow, deliberate caress.

“Sign, and I’ll climb back on this chair, sink my dripping pussy down onto your cock, and fuck you until you can’t think straight it will be wild, messy, everything you’re aching for.”

“I’ll teach you pleasures Alice could never dream of, keep you safe in my world. Or resist, and I’ll break you slowly, methodically, with every medical tool I’ve got. I’ve broken stronger wills than yours, Jason, and I loved every minute of it. With you, it’ll be exquisite days, weeks, maybe months until you’re mine, body and soul.”

She rose slowly, her pantyhose clad thighs releasing his cock, the sudden absence of pressure making him moan in frustration. She dismounted the chair, her surgical gown rustling, and leaned over him, her pink latex gloved hands deftly unclipping the bite block and suction wand from his mouth.

The rubber block popped free with a wet sound, the suction tube slurping as she pulled it out, leaving his numb lips slack and drooling. “You’ve got 20 minutes to decide,” she whispered, her breath warm against his ear, “while I change into something more appropriate for a psychological breaking.”

She adjusted the anesthesia machine, reducing the nitrous to 35%, the hiss softening as clarity crept into his hazy, thoughts but his body remained heavy. “Decide, Jason submit now, or face what I’ll do to you next.”

She ripped off her pink surgical mask with a sharp tug, tossing it aside, and kissed him hard on his numb lips her tongue plunging into his mouth, hot and possessive, tasting his drool and the faint metallic tang of the gas. “I’ll be back soon, my darling,” she said, pulling away, her eyes glinting with a mix of lust and dangerous menace.

Jason heard her footsteps receded as the soft clicks of her nurse shoes faded followed by the automatic door opening with a mechanical hum and closing with a small whoosh, leaving him restrained on the pink dental chair, the surgical light shining harshly into his eyes, its glare reflecting off the mirrored ceiling. His heart rate steadied at 100 bpm, the monitors beeping rhythmically as he stared up, trying to decide his choice, and what Betty would do to him next if he didn’t sign.

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(Mean while at Alice’s House)

Alice sat at her kitchen table, her hands trembling around a mug of cold coffee. The phone rang, shattering the silence, and she snatched it up when she saw Nancy’s caller ID, her voice tight as she answered “Nancy?”

“Alice,” Nancy’s smooth voice came through, tinged with unease.

“I contacted my FBI Carmen Mendez. However something’s different she’s intrigued, wants to talk to you personally and alone. Be careful with her, Alice. She’s sharp, and she doesn’t play soft.”

Alice frowned “Nancy? Why alone? What’s she after should I be worried?”

“Dunno,” Nancy replied, her tone wary. “She’s ex-counterintelligence maybe she’s digging into something bigger. Just watch yourself. I’ll text you the number call her, but don’t give her more than you have to.”

The line clicked off, and Alice waited for the text and dialed the number Nancy texted immediately, her pulse quickening as it rang twice before a low, velvety voice answered.

“Alice, I presume?” Carmen Mendez tone was calm, almost amused, a faint accent curling her words South American, maybe or Cuban?

“Nancy’s told me enough to pique my interest. Your nephew, Jason is missing, kidnapped by this Betty Reyes. An intriguing case.”

Alice gripped the phone tighter. “Can you help me find him? I need him back whatever it takes.”

Carmen chuckled softly, the sound both alluring and unsettling. “Oh, I can find him traffic cams, federal databases, even a satellite feed if I pull a string with the right people.

Betty’s Mercedes van’s a good start I’ve got ways to track it, no matter how dark she’s gone. But my price, She paused, letting the silence stretch Alice, isn’t simple. It’s be extreme, and I need to know if you’re ready to pay it.”

Alice swallowed hard breath catching despite the tremor in her chest. “Extreme how? What do you want? Money? Favors?”

“Money bores me,” Carmen said dismissively. “I deal in power leverage. I might want a piece of your life something you’ll hate giving up something very personal.”

“A favor, maybe, or a claim on Jason when we get him back time with him, influence, something to balance the scales. Betty’s playing a bold game, and I respect that she’s a woman who knows what she wants someone after my own heart. I’m intrigued, Alice, but I don’t work for free. You’ll owe me, and I will collect in ways that can sting.”

Alice’s jaw tightened, her mind racing. “A claim on Jason what does that even mean? You want him for yourself?”

Carmen’s tone softened, but the edge remained. “It could mean anything his time, his loyalty, a role in his future. Depends on what I need when the dust settles. Or maybe I’ll ask for something from you a secret, a sacrifice, something that cuts deep. I’m not your average fed, Alice I’m ex-counterintelligence, and I play for keeps. Betty’s not the only one who likes control. I’ll own a piece of this when it’s done. You sure you’re ready for that?” Are you sure you can handle my terms?”

Alice clenched her fist staring out the window, her resolve hardening despite the fear gnawing at her. “I don’t care what it costs I want him back. She doesn’t get to win. Find him, Carmen, whatever your price I’II pay it.”

“Wonderful” Carmen’s smile was audible in her tone. “That’s what I like to hear. But one more thing Betty’s not just hiding; she’s building something, a little empire or dream of her own. I’ve seen her type before smart, ruthless, obsessive. If Jason’s caught in her web, he might not be the same when we pull him out. You ready for that possibility?”

Alice’s voice trembled, but she forced it steady. “He’s mine she can’t change that. Just find him.”

“Very well,” Carmin purred. “I’ll start tonight. Expect a call when I’ve got something concrete. But Alice! don’t cross me or this will get messy. This game’s bigger than you think.” The line went dead, leaving Alice with a sinking feeling about Carmen’s cryptic words echoing in her mind and weighing on her heart.

Unaware of the incredible swirling event that were about to unfold for Jason under Betty’s tender and obsessive care.

End: Chapter 13