Message-ID: <17342eli$9811191912@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ~master~ Subject: submission by mesmer "HEAVENS CHAIR." Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36467661.93DE1652@coastnet.net.au> Standard Disclaimer, meaning that this hypnosis/mind-control story is NOT to be read by persons under the age of 18 years of age. If you have enjoyed this story please email you comments to the much-appreciated publisher responsible for bringing them to you. Thank you - Mesmer. "HEAVENS CHAIR." (c) by Mesmer * * * "I'm a big baby when it comes to pain." The pretty Japanese woman in her late twenties said to the dentist with just a hint of her national accent. "I guess I have a low threshold, or something." Richard Mercer smiled knowingly and agreed. "It's not nice to feel pain in any way." He told her. "If you want, you can have what the children have - some gas. Used to be called laughing gas, but it doesn't make you laugh. You feel like laughing when it's all over, though, because you simply didn't feel any pain at all." Miko laughed gaily. "That's sounds just what I need." She chirped. "Where's that old samurai toughness?" he asked her jokingly. "Watered down over the centuries." She laughed again. "When can I have an appointment?" Richard glanced quickly through his appointment register. He was booked solid for a week, as usual. . "I'm booked for a week." He said. "But I could do you now. It's my lunch hour and I've already eaten. Shouldn't take long for just a little filling like that?" Miko thought she was having a lucky day. "Fine with me." She said. "Point the way to the gas bottle and plug me in." They both laughed as Richard showed her through to the dentist's chair. As Miko sat in it and then reclined he wheeled over the tall bottle of nitrous oxide. Miko looked up at it and laughed. "If I keep laughing like this, I won't need it." She said with a wide grin, showing him perfect, even white teeth. Richard placed the mask over Miko's face. "Breathe deeply and slowly." He told her. "Everything will seem to buzz for a while. You just go off with the fairies. You might have some illusions of sensations or of floating or feeling certain emotions that will seem almost real to you, but don't let them worry you. In fact, you really should enjoy them to the fullest. Who knows when you'll get the opportunity to be gassed again in your lifetime?" Miko laughed loudly beneath the plastic mask over her face. He was right. When she heard the soft hissing sound, she heard a low buzzing sound in her ears as she breathed that quickly became the centre-point of her focus as she inhaled deeply of the cool gas. The room and the dentist faded from view as she closed her eyes. Then her awareness of even being in the dentist chair faded as well from her consciousness as she began to earnestly focus and explore the various sensations happening within her mind and her body, conscious of breathing that gas deep into her lungs. Richard smiled as he watched the pretty Asian girl draw huge lung fulls of air for a few minutes, and then settle her breathing as her subconscious mind took control of her respiratory system. She seemed to collapse down into the chair then, her breathing becoming deeper and more even as her head rolled slightly to the left. He kneeled down and withdrew something from beneath the chair on which she lay. Then he stood up, and, moving quickly, secured her limp wrists to each side of the chair with the velcro straps he had in his hands. The girl didn't resist in the slightest, and he had not expected her to. Miko's mind felt fully focussed and light, not sleepy at all, as she thought it might be. Her body felt strangely different, sort of light and heavy at the same time. She felt like she couldn't move her arms, but she really didn't try for very long before the sensation changed to another more interesting one. They were all so interesting. She had never experienced anything like it before in her life. Everything was buzzing in her mind and in her ears. She felt like she had her eyes open, but she knew she didn't. It seemed as if she could see, but no images came to her mind's eye - only feelings and sensations, and plenty of curious thoughts about which she explored mentally to her hearts content, really enjoying and getting into her experience, just like the nice dentist told her to. That way she wouldn't feel any pain at all. After securing her hands and watching her for a few more minutes Richard reached down and unbuttoned her blouse quickly, opening it fully and exposing her lovely hand-sized breasts. He flicked the centre clasp at the front between the two half-cups and they fell loosely away. He then lifted them fully away and to the side as he lowered his face to her warm chest and opened his mouth widely. He began to kiss and suck each breast in turn, drawing each nipple and a huge mouthful of warm, soft flesh away from her body, and then releasing it back to her, to then do the same thing to her other breast. Her nipples instantly became as stiff as steel as they emerged from between his lips and teeth as he changed breasts. Miko was amazed that she could even sense the illusion of different temperatures around her body. Her breasts felt both cool and warm, even hot, at the same time, one after the other. And she experienced the unusual sensation of each breast feeling that way at different times. Richard then quickly pulled the rest of her blouse up from beneath her skirt. Then he slid one hand beneath her back and lifted her light weight easily a foot or so off the chair. With his other hand he reached high up beneath her dress and pulled her underwear down to her knees. Then he lowered her back down to the chair, pulling her dress high over her hips at the same time. And there she lay as he gazed down at her as he began to undress. She was the perfect Asian beauty for his lunch hour break. Just what he needed for lunch. She was naked from the neck to the knees, except for the bunching of her dress around her waist. Miko felt cool around her belly, feeling as if she had floated out of the chair, out and then back again. It had seemed as if soft hands of cool air just up and lifted her upwards, and had then allowed her to drift gently down again, like a feather, drifting on the back of the wind's currents. She felt the cool temperature change around her buttocks and between her thighs and was amazed at the experience of sensation she seemed to be really feeling. It was as if there were soft, unseen hands of gentle pressure all over her, moving her clothing, and adjusting her dress. Richard then secured Miko's ankles to each side of the chair, exposing her dark, black triangle of thick, downy pubic hair to his excited gaze. He was as hard as a rock as he knelt between her legs and lowered his mouth to her spread junction. As his mouth opened and closed over her secret jewel, his fingers slid deeply up inside her warmth, sliding easily through and past her jade gates of warm slickness. He found her jewel and clamped his lips tightly closed around its base, drawing and suckling, tugging gently and lapping and licking like a puppy dog as he felt that special part of her womanhood begin to throb and pulse against his tongue and lips. Miko believed she was in heaven. The experiences were coming so fast and furiously she could hardly keep track of them all. And each one seemed to be as real as life itself as her loins exploded with another deeply heated flame of pleasure. She gasped in her thoughts as she felt herself penetrated in her dreams of gaseous exposure. In her mind something was moving deliciously in and out of her now-aching apex of pleasure. Richard suckled and tugged, circled and tongued, lapping and licking her throbbing and pulsing core. His fingers slid in and out of her slickened centre faster and faster, deeper and deeper, each time feeling the soft, firm bud of her cervix, pressing it firmly when he did so. He moistened another finger of his other hand, sliding it easily without any resistance, deeply between her buttocks, pushing through the tightness of her tiny starfish and deeply up inside the centre of her tight nether land channel. He began then to rapidly finger-fuck both entrances of her beautiful Asian body at once, while he suckled and tugged more firmly on the jewel of her Nile, licking and circling and drawing and releasing, over and over and over as she gasped into the humid mask over her mouth. Miko could feel the raw sensual explosion of heat and flaming fire between her thighs and buttocks, and deeply in her lower belly as it fanned outwards and upwards over her stomach and breasts. Her secret place erupted in wave after wave of toxic pleasure. She felt as if her volcanic centre was all she consisted of in her raw essence of simply being. Each nipple now throbbed and pulsed and flamed as if it had a life of its own. Her breasts seemed to have expanded, hanging heavy and full on her chest in their capturing of the simmering and racing heat as it torched up and down her belly relentlessly. Richard felt Miko begin to thrash and strain against the bonds that held her. He suckled and fingered her entrances faster and faster, deeper and deeper, pushing his fingers into both her channels to their maximum. So hard and so fast did he continue that way that the force of his finger thrusts lifted her buttocks clear of the chair, time after time, after time. It seemed to Miko in her exquisite rapture as if she could feel it, but for some reason in her dreams she felt as if she couldn't move her arms or legs. She could feel her breathing deepen more with each passing second as she sucked and gasped hungrily on the special gas like a baby on the breast. Her body burned in raw, unadulterated passion. And each time it flamed her mind spun crazily as she drew more of the gas deeply into her lungs and body's system. Richard could hear each moan and groan coming faster and more quickly than the one before. Then, knowing she would soon reach the peak of her mental and physical experience he withdrew his mouth and hands form her body and speared his shaft through her slickened centre, hilting her Asian loveliness in one, accurate lancing with his length and his girth, tracking his aim as true as William Tell. He cored her to the chair and drove her royally home, for ten straight uninterrupted minutes, until finally, he felt her fall from her dizzy heights and her bottomless pits of pleasure and rapture; upwards and over the edge of her own special passion's mountain. Miko was floating high above and outside of herself in pure consciousness of every minute sensation her body seemed to be experiencing to its fullest. Her body felt as if it was heaving and convulsing with pleasure she could never have dreamed about, even if she had been on drugs of some kind. Wave after wave after wave of heat and pressure entered through her engorged portals, to leave and return in a million flaming arrows of fire that speared deeply into her gut and bowels and far up to the very centre of her belly, torching her mind and senses from head to toe. Miko even believed she could hear herself moan over and over and over again into the plastic mask on her face. Then Richard groaned deeply and stiffened himself against her convulsing thighs and writhing, a soft wet mound, thrusting one last tumultuous time as he emptied inside her, as she had come, and was still coming, over and over at her pleasure's peak. Then he loosened his tension and relaxed, letting himself go completely without reservation in full release, feeling himself flood her to her very core. He imagined the coolness of his seed bathing the heated walls between her thighs and deeply between her buttocks. Pulse after pulse - spurt after long, contracting spurt did he release as the fluids of his stolen moments gushed and surged like tidal waves, breaking like thundering white surf, deeply inside her jerking hips and thighs, until finally, he collapsed, holding himself off her by the strength in his wrists alone. Miko felt such a fullness in body and mind - fuller than she had ever felt before in her life. Her hips and thighs seemed as if they had expanded to satisfy something huge and long. She writhed against her unseen and unnoticed restraints as the waves of heat bathed her mind and senses, over and over again. She was lost to her experiences of each moment, living them over and over in her mind. Richard slowly then withdrew from between the Japanese woman's thighs, quickly cleaning and dressing himself. Then he quickly and very carefully cleaned inside and out each orifice of her body with a long, moistened in-warm-water-and-cloth-covered length of stainless steel, draining away all of his body fluids from within and between the depths of her still-heated flesh. Richard then dressed her completely and freed her from her bonds. He smoothed down her clothing, adjusting here and there as he deemed necessary. Then he turned off the handle of the still-hissing gas bottle and waited. And while he waited he spoke to her. Miko sensed in her momentary awareness that she was floating down from the high heavens in which she had been soaring with the angels of God. Everything still buzzed in her brain and mind, but now she no longer had that feeling where she couldn't seem to move her arms and legs. She became aware of one of God's angel's voices. It could be heard dimly and softly, as if coming from far away. She strained all of her awareness to listen to the voice from God speak to her in her chosen experience. "And Miko," Richard was saying, softly, soothingly, firmly. "Each week ... when you return ... to have your filling checked ... at exactly this time ... it will always seem to you ... as if it is the first time ... it will always be the very first time ... you have ever seen me .. or have visited this clinic ... just like it always has ... for the past twelve months .. and just as you know .. it always will in the future." Miko heard the angel's voice and understood everything. This was her special place she could always visit for the first time, every-time, and feel brand new each time. She strained to listen. The angel's voice was so soft. She couldn't miss a thing. It might be important. "And Miko," Richard continued soothingly, firmly, softly. "It will always be on the first time ... that you will be happy ... and accept the suggestion ... of the laughing gas ... so you can visit ... with the angels in heaven again ... just like you did now ... and feel so wonderful ... with the special blessing ... they give you ... each time you ... come here to me...and visit them." Miko then remembered it all as she listened very carefully. Now she knew where she had been. She thought it seemed familiar and too wonderful to be an earthly experience. She was the chosen one for the angels to bless with their special gifts of emotion and feeling so she can be a better human being and help mankind. She was happy and content, as she knew she always was and always would be in her visits to the angels. "And Miko," Richard went on to close. "When I ... snap my fingers ... you will find yourself ... feeling awake .. and feeling fresh .. and feeling .. very .. very happy ... about your life and future ... in every way ... and .. you will not expect to see me again ... until the next time ... you will visit here again ... for the very first time ... with a filling problem ... at the same time ... next week ... and now .. you can allow your subconscious mind ... to remember everything ... for the future ... just like it has always done ... in the past ... while you forget everything ... and remember only now ... how good you feel ... and ... how happy you feel ... in the mouth ... with your new filling." As Miko paid her bill and left the dentist surgery she felt wonderful. She always did whenever she had a tooth problem fixed. She hated toothache or anything wrong with her teeth in any way. She was very proud of them. As she passed by the statue of the lion at the entrance she stopped, feeling as if she'd been there before on this very spot and looked as closely at the lion statue as she was doing right now. Then she smiled and shook her head, her natural sense of humour coming to her aid as it always did when she was puzzling over something for which there did not seem to be an answer. And off Miko strode into the noontime crowds, with a confident stride, and feeling very lucky she just happened, on the off-chance of calling on as she passed the dental surgery, to catch a dentist who had eaten his lunch in the first ten minutes of his lunch hour and had the time free to fix her dental problem. Yes, sir, she thought, as the spring really came to each bouncing step she took. I am one, very lucky puppy. Richard watched Miko leave and disappear into the thronging lunchtime crowds of shoppers and business people, already looking forward to Miko's visit next week. He turned and wheeled back the empty oxygen bottle into the corner of the room, grinning as he recalled the first time she had visited him with a filling problem a little over twelve months ago. It had been the only time he had used the nitrous oxide on her, and he had drained the remaining contents of the bottle doing it. Since then he had never had it refilled. He simply didn't need to. Like Miko, all of his patients believed they were getting exactly what they believed they were getting, and, as always, their powerful subconscious minds, which he always manipulated expertly on that first occasion of their visit, gave them exactly what they believed. Yes, Richard smiled as he looked to his appointment register and noted that his next patient was a Vietnamese woman in her mind thirties. Go gas! Half the women in this town cannot possibly be wrong. * * * * Another Happy Ending by Mesmer (Please read my other hypnosis/mind-control stories. I'm sure you'll like them.) This hypnosis-Mind-control story is not to be read by persons under the age of 18 years. If you have enjoyed this story please email your comments or criticisms to me, or your gratitude to my publisher at this site for posting my stories for your continued reading pleasure. Thank you - Mesmer. "Hypno-Time-Traveller" (c) By Mesmer Chapter I * Time was his home. Home was his time. To enjoy, to know, to experience everything that ever was and ever will be. Centuries past and future were his present always, for there was never a past or future for him. He was the time-traveller, experiencing, intervening in, guiding the present of millions as he became a part of their moments of now. Age knew him not, for he knew not age or its heritage, its inheritance belonging to others, but never to him. Never to him. The loneliness of forever moments of now knew him not, for he was never lonely, never alone unless he chose to be, content in his future always arriving at his feet in the ever-present moments of now. Boredom knew him not, for he was never bored. With the chosen entertainment of any century that had been, any century that was to be, his enjoyment never waned, never tired, never rested. And of his origin century he knew not, for he was no longer a part of his birthplace. His home was the ever-present, always existing stars of mankind. In them and through them he travelled always, seeking, searching, experiencing, living, loving, knowing, learning all and sundry that was to be known, that existed for his pleasure, for his purpose. The infinity of time immemorial was open to him always, for through and within that eternal portal did he make and leave his mark often. And when he was done he was gone. None knew he had ever left, but all knew he had been. For they and their lives had been touched forever more by, the time-traveller. Mankind was small in number by comparison to other centuries, living in groups in caves in the mountains or by the sea in small clans. Food was always scarce, danger was always near and threatening, loved ones died often in many painful ways, sometimes through sickness, sometimes through not enough food in the case of the very young or the very old, sometimes by the large animals they, too, would feast upon when the opportunity presented itself. And sometimes they died at any age by the hands of those who would come amongst their midst while they slept or were not watchful enough. They would fight and they would kill some of the invaders, and some of them would always die. It was a savage century, a brutal time in the history of man, a primitive, primeval place of darkness between men and women. He chose this time to grace his presence, and into this time did his presence go forth in earnest once again to those who lived within it, to see what this time could offer him by way of learning, by way of entertainment, by way of loving, by way pf his divine purpose. * * Marla hid trembling in terror as the large prehistoric beast passed by quickly, the ground thundering with each giant step forward the creature took. The ground upon which she stood shook and moved frighteningly. The noise was deafening. She pressed herself flat against the large boulder, recalling only that she was supposed to do that. Marla had become separated from the foragers as they gathered the day's fruits and fodder. They would think she was dead, the others of her tribe, and simply go on as if she had never existed. Her eyes misted painfully. Gathering flowers in the wild had always been exciting and fun, so beautiful, so many colours; when placed in her long, matted golden locks she would gaze for hours at her reflection in the pools of water or in the river when they washed their bodies. She became lost in thoughts of her sure and certain end, crunched in the jaws of the beast or trodden on beneath its thundering legs. Gradually she became aware of the silence. Marla felt her awareness dragged slowly back to the rock she faced, pressed tightly against, her chest and thighs attempting to merge with the density of sheer granite eventually relaxing and moving back to see of the beast, but it was gone; of it there was not one single sign. She breathed deeply, thinking nothing of the threat to her existence now, now that it had passed. Her thoughts quickly returned to normal. She had to find the others. She turned and ran at full speed in the direction of her tribe's cave, only one thought foremost in her mind - to get home, as fast as her legs could carry her. * * He had watched her plight, and had then watched her run. His thoughts took him to head her off, to meet her when she could not see around the next corner, the next tree, the next fork in the scattered leaf track through the dense forest. Then he was there, waiting. Marla raced through the dense underbrush, thin leaves whipping her face and arms as she tore through them, her terror now a thing of the past. She just wanted to get home as fast as her powerful thighs could take her fleetingly across the carpeted leafy forest floor. She rounded a bend, past tall trees that drank of the sky itself, her ankles pumping up and down, springing her forward at a very fast pace, propelling her onwards towards the safety of her cave and the men-protectors of her tribe. She did not have a man yet, being not twenty sets of seasons old, but soon she would. Soon would come the choosing. Then, she, too, would be protected by her own man, with he who had looked on her often as she had bathed her body in the river or the pools when he believed she had not seen. He, the tall one with the fire in his eyes for her. Yes. She had seen him, many times, watching, always watching. Marla would never know what happened next. One minute she had been racing as fast as her legs could carry her, the next instant she hit the ground, flat on her back with a thud that knocked the living breath from her body. She lay there in extreme and excruciating pain, gasping for air, stunned and confused, her eyes glazed, her mind dazed and numb. Then she saw him and her eyes cleared, focussing instantly, widening like the pools at the river's edge. She tried to scream, but could not draw breath for she had none within her body upon which to draw. Her lungs burned, aching for cool air while he stood looking down at her, eyes cold and cruel, a tall man of muscular frame. Strange furs of darkened colour, his shape and form easily seen as her terrified gaze swept quickly up and down his height. Her pulse raced and pounded in her temples as the air returned slowly to her body its full alertness. Her heart hammered inside her ribs. Marla tried to move, but could not, held fast to the ground by some invisible force, trapping her there before him, at his mercy, vulnerable. She prepared to meet her ancestors for he surely was the most feared invader she had ever seen. She would not survive to gather any more flowers. The tears formed quickly and streamed from her eyes, running down her cheeks, washing swathes through the dirt and dust on her face to leave whitened trails of their historic journey from the lids of her eyes. He moved over to where she lay ambushed within the strength of his mental hypnotic gaze and knelt beside her trembling form, knowing she could not move or run, yet was fully alert in every way. He knelt beside her, staring down into her terrified eyes and face; could see her chest heaving in terror as her mouth opened and closed trying to scream, yet could not. He laid his arm about her neck and kissed her full on her open mouth with a passionate tongue-kiss, while she stared open-eyed at him the whole time. Then he stood and stripped off his clothes while she watched, still wide-eyed. Then he removed the thick animal fur from her paralysed body and stood gazing down at her and the furry nest of blonde wisp matting her open thighs. With a sense of stirring in his groin he was aware of her soft flesh, her smooth skin, pale of colour except for the dirt around her feet and ankles. He had not been sure of the formation of mankind in this time, but now he relaxed, inside and out. He reached down once again, and, with his strong arms, lifted and carried the terrorised young woman, her body quivering, into the forest and away from the beaten track where he laid her gently down onto a thick soft bed of forest floor. He looked at her and he saw. She was an exceedingly little woman, perfectly apportioned, like a little doll, with a tawney surface that cast a natural essence unblended with the choice fragrance and greases of centuries to come. An active musk of the forest arose from her damp brush and from her armpits. There was something supremely native about this woman, and he had grown bored of late with the women who bestowed upon their own bodies. He was strangely affected by her and he moved against her. Marla lay frozen against her will, trapped and terrorised beyond words she could ever have formed in her primitive brain. She swallowed, trying to control her breathing. Her heavy hair was hot against the back of her neck and shoulders. Her buttocks clenched and unclenched in fear and her bladder had emptied quickly. Her nipples extended, engorged and hardened, as did that precious core between her thighs that she played with when alone at night or in the safety of the forest, away from prying eyes. It pulsed and throbbed between the folded lips of the now-trembling junction of her creamy thighs. He pressed her against the forest floor, cupping her breast, kissing her mouth, sucking her nipples painfully, rousingly, torching her lower belly and loins in a way she had never experienced before in her life. Her mind and senses screamed in confusion, acting independently of her conscious thoughts while her body took on a mind all of its own, far beyond her control as she responded unconsciously, frightened beyond belief. This young woman seemed to be like an angelic animal, struggling and strongly silent from the jaws of death, as if quite used to being in such a crisis. There was a pattern to the cringing and shaking of her skin when he fell upon her in his lust of the moment, feeling instantly with modest penetration only there was no assessed way in which she trembled her hips against his thighs, clasped tightly in the hollow of her saddle. Just a few kisses on her exceedingly small mouth, coupled with a small measure of finger-play were enough to arouse a series of erratic seizures radiating from her pulsating internal mystery, creasing her body with desires that are commonly the consequence of a male's burning expulsion. One after another, in quick continuance, a number of animalistic exclamations exploded from her lips as the surges of delirium breached and bubbled along her flesh. She was so defenceless and carnal to his very least movements that he was greatly flattered and affected. He even felt afraid to hilt her with his colossal sword, as if dreading he might kill her with it, and so for a time, withdrew from between her milky liquid thighs. For a good while he was content to enjoy her clasping and scraping at his skin, simply as a result of letting his fingertips tickle the perimeter of the delicate starfish between her buttocks. He strengthened his thoughts. Then it was she, easing below his knee, smearing his leg with her dewy sap, bending round and lowering her head to his considerable appendage. Marla sucked the soft pulpy tip of it, so large that her cherry lips could hardly fit over, while he parted her firm bottom with his palms and let his fingers play, both with her starfish as well as the fluttering drizzling thread beneath it. Then he prised her legs wide apart, and, forcing them back so that her saddle was fully assailable he cradled his chest against her soft legs. Her heart pounded and her pulsed throbbed throughout her body as its stretching began in earnest. He saw the fur grew thinly about the unwrinkled slit of her moist purse, and, as he lifted himself into position he snatched a cutting glance at the two firm mounds folding firmly inwards against each other. As she placed her tiny hands on his buttocks he reached down with one hand, and, parting the swelling mounds with two fingers, introduced the head of his enormous member into the tight opening, as close and as small as her lips. She was a maiden. He smiled with previous knowing. Nature had awarded her with such a cramped wrapper it actually hurt him as his broad organ fathomed it. He moved it to the right and to the left, swallowing the pain deeply into his own throat as he plunged and reared, causing her body to thrash with each stroke. He stretched the sheath which clung to his shaft as firmly as his own skin while she threw her legs about his waist, giving short, rasping animalistic cries, undisguised by any complexity. Her narrow case clasped and sucked on his organ. Like a water-pump it drew the burning fluid from his firm testicles up the fibrous drains of his organ, swelling hard along the lower surfaces of her velvet burrow. Then at last the frosty fluid spilled in forceful jets, swelling her fleshy thimble that ended her pulsing, quivering canal, each gush causing a piercing howl from her lips and the sinking of her teeth deep into his muscular chest. After resting for only seconds he wasted no more preliminaries and sprang himself inside her hot wet slit wildly, losing her grip in the process. Savagely he spread her legs, throwing them open like an animal about to be feasted upon by its predator. He forced her thighs back so that her protruding orifice was pressed against his chest, streaking it with her woman's wetness. As she locked her hands about his neck unconsciously and unknowingly the fear shined brilliantly in her wide round eyes. Trying to escape the terrors and fears Marla bucked and heaved beneath him, but to no avail. He jerked upwards, tore her centre open roughly with his hands and thrust his organ deep into her meaty moistness again and again and again. He hammered against her loins, her cradle, wild grunts burst forth from her foaming lips as the animal victory cries of the conqueror erupted from his own. Marla sank her teeth deep into his shoulder as she was lashed with such brutality and lust, the like of which she had never experienced nor imagined could possibly be. She gouged his back with her claws, drawing blood in her own heat and rising passion and raw animal lust. When his hands clawed at her breasts, drawing blood from her torn nipples she lowered her fingers from his sliced shoulders in defeat. They rocked and tossed amongst the leafy forest floor so violently the ground seemed to move beneath her twisting and rolling buttocks. The earth shuddered beneath his violence and her own now unsolicited and tumultuous responses until at last the searing liquid of his violence again surged up the plunging stem hilting inside her heaving and bucking junction, bursting from the swollen head, spattering her insides with a million tiny beads of fire and brimstone, sending her into death-like convulsions within her own deafening screams. * * * Many, many times, and in many, many ways throughout that long afternoon did he enjoy and empty of himself deeply inside her tight confines, flooding her until she seeped copiously with the frosty white nectar of his unborn. Her own passion had been unleashed as many times at the peak of her wild cries of rapture from enforced sheer raw lust. Her strength of her passing peaks and moments astonished him greatly, and with the spending of his passion for mankind's future time and time again did he draw from her deepest loins the milk and nectar of her own unknown motherhood in repeated and relentless never-before-experienced lust and unbridled passion. Over and over did she scream and shriek her joy, her pain, and her hitherto unknown ecstasy until she finally moaned the loss of her life's fading energy, drinking him finally and lastly with her centre, draining him dry, extracting from him fully and completely his last drop of wine. He sensed it when it came and he knew and made ready one last time, exploding and emptying, filling her channel to overflowing once again, until finally he lay breathless over her, blanketing her shimmering breasts and neck with appreciative burning kisses. Marla lay quiet beneath him in their aftermath in wide-eyed wonder at this sensual giant who had enlarged her pleasure to its utmost. He parted from her slowly and fully as she moaned his leaving of her still-tight chamber as night was falling. And then he was gone from her as quickly as he had come, leaving her lying alive, but lifeless on the soft carpet of leaves, her legs spread wide, her apex seeping of its blended mix of honey-dewed nectar and ageless wine, star-eagled, her eyes wide and staring at the soft approach of the coming night sky through the leafy breaks in the forest-green roof. He knew her mind was closed in perfect contentment, but only for the moment. Her breasts shimmered in the glistening sweat of that which had taken her mind, body and senses by storm. He had simply gone, having intervened yet again, as was his right and decreed destiny to hopefully leave his mark on the future breeding quality, stock, and intelligence of mankind and their generations unending to come, enlivening the mental and physical spark that would bring them eventually from the caves, or at least, help them to survive while still living in them. It was time once again to move on, to another time, another century, and to another woman's warm and waiting nest - to yet another mother of mankind's future unborn children. .* * * The End of Chapter I By Mesmer * * * (The Time-Traveller will return again, to another century, another time, and another place, somewhere near you. Thank you for reading. If you liked this story please email your comments to me.) Standard Disclaimer, meaning this Hypnosis/Mind-Control story is NOT TO BE READ BY PERSONS UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE. If you enjoy this story please email my much-appreciated publisher with your comments of encouragement. Thank you. Mesmer. "HYPNO-FIRE" (c) by Mesmer * John loved the bush of an afternoon, especially late afternoon, just before dusk. He sat atop his horse and watched as the cattle settled down for the day. One by one they found their special spot and ungracefully lay down with a thud. He whistled the dogs, sending them back and forth, gently rounding those cattle who had settled further away from his selected boundary than he wanted. The dogs roused them back up on their feet, not with noisy barking, but with gentle threatening runs at their hind quarters or soft nips on their heels. John smiled as he watched the professional cattle dogs work their last for the day, noticing even they seemed a bit tired as they herded their strays back in closer to the camp boundaries. He glanced over his right and left shoulders at the others. Steven and Jack were loading the land-rover for the trip back into town where they intended to spend the night. Neither of them had the thing for sleeping under the stars like John had. It was always a motel or hotel with hot running water, soft sheets and a beer or two before calling the day quits. John planned to send Susan, the young work experience girl with them. This was her first night on a driving muster. He figured, from experience with city boys and girls, that sleeping on the same level as snakes and other ground animals wouldn't exactly place her mind in a preparatory state for sleep without waking him up all night with her screams at every strange noise she would definitely be hearing throughout the night. A familiar whistle brought his attention casually round to his left. It was Susan. The twenty-two-year-old girl from the city who had arrived at their cattle station looking for work experience. She was studying to be a vet and had wanted to gain actual hands-on experience on a real property, working closely with real cattle and their day to day problems, and in that way, take with her some first-hand experience when she began the last year of her four-year course of studies. John had admired her for her attitude towards her future career. He climbed wearily down from his horse and removed the heavy stock saddle, placing it carefully down beside the three others. Susan was over with Jack and Steven. As John glanced in their direction, he noticed Jack shaking his head from side to side in the negative manner, grinning at Susan as he did so. Steven then said something he couldn't quite hear and then Jack and Steven both laughed loudly. He watched as Susan turned and walked away from them, heading off into the bushes, probably to take care of her bodily functions, he thought, which immediately reminded him of how long he had been sitting in the saddle without relieving his bladder that long afternoon. He stood up wearily and headed off into the bush also, but in the opposite direction to where he had seen Susan walking towardly. When he returned, he saw Jack and Steven making his fire for the night. The sun was just saying its final goodbyes to any who happened to notice it leaving for the day. He walked over to them, curiously wondering why Susan wasn't back. She should've been, he figured, as he squatted down on his haunches and shifted a few of the small sticks so that when the fire was lit it would burn more evenly towards the larger ones he liked to see burn well into the night. Steven and Jack stood on the other side, packing up the last of their things and then throwing them into the back of the rover. Then they both walked over to him and squatted down as he was, resting comfortably on their haunches as the men from the Australian bush had a way of doing when they wanted to take a quick break without laying flat on their backs under a tall, leafy gum tree. "She wants to stay with you." Steven said with a dry laugh. "I told her no, and told her about all the bitey things that might get her through the night. I think she's a bit miffed right now." Jack and John both joined Steven in their quiet laughter at city people and their huffy ways when they didn't get what they wanted. "I told her you were a loner, too." Jack said with a wry grin. "And really liked your privacy out here of a night." The men quieted their mirth then as Susan strode out through the bushes and stepped out her pace towards them. John glanced casually, but quickly towards her face and knew instantly she hadn't given up on the idea of staying for the night. Her jaw was set firm and her eyes focussed - directly on his. He looked casually back down at the pile of twigs in the would-be fire site and smiled. A fiery one at that, he thought amused. "I'm not afraid of snakes." Susan said quietly, but firmly as she tried her best to hunker down onto her haunches as the men had done, finding it a bit difficult in the tight jeans she had worn for the day. Nevertheless, she managed it, but only to a certain degree. John smiled without looking up at her when she spoke, amused at the way he could see her squatting out of the corner of his eye. He half-expected any good evening breeze to blow her sideways, should it decide to come up, so precarious did her state of balance seem to him. He said nothing, just waited until she said what she had been in the bushes for so long planning to say when she returned. "Why is it," Susan began again. "That all you guys think you've got the only claim to being the Man from Snow River?" Steven and Jack burst out laughing at her childish way of getting back at them for refusing to let her spend the night in the bush. John just smiled quietly, secretly admiring her for having a go at them in her own way. "If any snake comes within one foot of me, I'll be wearing a new belt come breakfast time." Susan added for good measure. All three of the men then burst out laughing at her proposed toughness, knowing full well how she, and they as well would react to a ten-foot brown snake curling up inside her sleeping bag with her for the night. When the laughter died down John looked squarely into her defiant eyes. They dared him to say something belittling, as the others had done to her. "All right." John said quietly, then dropped his gaze back to the unlit campfire, his hands once again fiddling with the small twigs. "Get your gear." Steven and Jack looked quickly at him, surprised for only a few seconds. Then they accepted his decision with a smile and a grin and both stood up and stretched. He was the boss. If he wanted to put up with her squarking all night that was his problem. At least they wouldn't have to baby-sit her throughout the evening. John kept his gaze steadily on the twigs in his hands, waiting, knowing Susan had proven herself so far in all the work they had given her to do and hadn't failed too badly in any of it. She had driven her herd of twenty or so stray cattle slowly in amongst the others without disturbing the main herd, which wasn't an easy task at the best of times. He raised his gaze to hers. She was looking straight at him, smiling. Yes, he thought, as he held her green, emerald eyes for a few seconds longer than he should have. John thought she hadn't been doing too badly, so far, for a city girl, that is. He didn't have a lot of faith in city girls, or boys either for that matter. Those he had seen working on cattle properties in the past didn't seem to have any stamina for hard work without a rest break every hour or so. But, this one hadn't done too badly so far, he decided, and he couldn't judge her by the other's standards. She seemed a little different. She had willingly asked for jobs that others from the city would've shied away from, including getting up at dawn to milk by hand the ten cows the property used for fresh milk every morning. Once John had taught her how to milk she seemed fine and preferred to be left alone without him supervising her at all. She'd only had a few accidents where a grumpy cow or a mistake by her had seen the cow's hoof stamp angrily down into the bucket of fresh milk, which then had to be thrown out. John watched as Susan shifted her gaze from his and stood up, and not without some difficulty. He smiled quietly as she headed off to get her gear from the rover. He thought earlier of how he had watched her climb down from her small chestnut horse and loosen the girth of the saddle. Then she had dragged it off its back and placed it carefully down on the ground. He had then nudged his own horse towards the direction where the saddles were sitting, knowing he would be doing the same thing within minutes. He had stopped a little away from Susan and the others and had done it, then, looking forward to the cup of billy tea he planned to make when Susan and the others left for their comfortable motel rooms for the night - only now, it was tea for two, John thought with a grin as he lit the twigs to get the fire roaring for the night. Tea for two. * * After Steven and Jack had left for town John and Susan had individually gone to the river and bathed, washing off the dirt and dust from the day's droving. John had changed into a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a light T-shirt. It was midsummer and the nights were still warm - too hot in the sleeping back with jeans on. Susan had also changed into a pair of baggy shorts and a loose top, he noticed, as he saw her coming back from the river's edge. Not that it did much to hide the fullness of her breasts which jiggled as she walked along, high-stepping every now and then over a clump of grass. No bra, obviously, John figured as he dropped his gaze when she approached the fire and sat on her knees. "Thanks." She said quietly. "No problems." John answered, stoking the fire, upon which sat the frying pan with their bacon and eggs he was cooking them both for dinner. "Bacon and eggs for dinner shouldn't throw out your body clock too much." He told her with a grin and without looking up at her. "That's fine." Susan answered with a smile in her voice. They ate in comfortable silence. John was the type of man who said something only when he had something to say. He figured if others couldn't handle his silence or lack of contributing silence, then that was their problem - not his. Whenever his gaze met Susan's, she just smiled, and didn't seem to him, too put off by his lack of a running commentary on their hastily, but efficiently prepared dinner. After they'd finished eating John put the billy on for their evening cup of tea. Then he stood up and stretched. "The dishes are yours." He smiled down at her as she finished the last of her bacon and eggs. "Fair enough?" Susan looked up at him and smiled. "No problems." She grinned. He laughed at her saying his own favourite phrase back to him. Then he walked to his bedroll and sleeping bag and rolled it out, brushing away the ground around where he intended to sleep for the night with a leafy branch he picked up along the way. Then he walked back to the fire and checked the billy tea water. It was bubbling at the right temperature. He made them both a cup of black, steaming hot tea and sat back down by the fire. "I'll do the dishes now, I think." Susan said, getting to her feet and gathering the dishes. "I don't like scalding hot tea. It'll be cool enough for me when I've finished." John smiled, but said nothing as he watched her take her armload of dishes and utensils down towards the river to wash them, wondering if that would be his first rescue mission for the night if she fell into the river, or was frightened by some bush animal coming out in front of her to feed for the night. But, she was back in ten minutes. John noticed she looked a bit white around the gills, but other than that she looked none the worse for her walk through the darkened bush track down and back to the river. He smiled at her as she sat back down on her sleeping blanket. She had bunched it up beneath her to sit on, then reached for her tea off the coals at the edge of the warm fire which was now losing some of its tall, flaming fiery-ness and settling down more to a more even all-round burn. He watched quietly, alone with his thoughts as Susan sipped the still-hot mug of black tea. "Mmmm." She said, looking over the fire glow at him drinking his own. "You make a nice cup of tea." John smiled, raising his mug to her in a mock toast of congratulating himself. But he said nothing, content to just sit and let the warmth of the fire penetrate to the depths of his tired and aching muscles. His gaze rested somewhere in the depths of the steady, golden flames as his body relaxed from the welcome invasive heat as his thoughts soared on the wings of their birth. Every now and then John would glance casually over at her and notice that she too had seemed to let her mind and thoughts rest in the warm depths of the fire's heart. Her eyes seemed glazed, half-open and languid as they stared unseeingly into the golden flames licking every which way but loose into the air above the burning logs. Susan was resting on the side of her thighs, half-sitting and half-lying. He could make out the shape of her breasts and the fact that they had swung down to lie to one side against each other as she leaned on her elbow and gazed steadily into the warmth of the fire. Her chest seemed to rise and fall gently with her even breathing and John suddenly noticed she hadn't blinked for several minutes. Her eyes seemed frozen in place along with the rest of her as the flames held her attention uninterruptedly. He watched her for several more minutes, yet still she didn't blink. Her face seemed very relaxed and calm, and if it wasn't for the fact that her eyes were still half-open she would look like she had gone to sleep. "Still among the living?" John said quietly to her. If she had gone to sleep, he didn't want to awaken her with a start. There was no answer. She just half-lay, half-sat there, staring into the fire. John could see her cheeks had flushed from the heat of being so close to the fire. "Earth calling Susan?" he said softly, with a smile in his voice at the fire-entranced girl. Yet still no answer came. John just sat there and gazed at her for several long minutes, trying to decide what to do, and taking in the form of her while he was at it. He hadn't really noticed her in that way before, but he was now. He could clearly see the full, nestling shape of her breasts beneath the loose top she was wearing. And the wide expanse of smooth thighs extending downwards from each leg of her loose and baggy shorts was enough to create a stirring in his loins he had not previously felt whenever he had been around her. He stared hard at her calm, relaxed face again, realising she had not gone to sleep, simply because her eyes were still open. Half-mast they were, but they were still open and staring unblinking into the flickering flames of the campfire. John then wondered if she was hypnotised. He looked closely at the flickering, shimmering golden flames leaping and bending, turning and twisting from the fiery logs of their birth and decided that they were so relaxing to look at that she probably had hypnotised herself by looking at them for something to do since he had not engaged her in a running conversation after their dinner. John also realised that she was probably very tired as well after her first all-day stint in the saddle on top of a rocking and rolling horse. He rose slowly from where he had been sitting and walked carefully around to her, sitting on his haunches only two feet away from where she lay propped up on her elbow and staring vacantly into the shimmering golden yellow flames. He noticed that although he had made some small noises in moving around to her side of the fire Susan had not given any sign that she was now aware he was sitting close to her. John simply stared at the entranced young woman as his mind recalled every story he'd ever heard about hypnosis. By the time he had recollected several he felt his body shift uncomfortably deep within his loins. He decided to see what happened if he were to speak to her. After all, she could only wake up, he thought. "You can close your eyes now, Susan." He said softly, soothingly, and was surprised to see her eyes flutter a few times, then gently close, all the way down as she sighed. John's heart skipped a beat as he realised that she had indeed, fully hypnotised herself by gazing uninterrupted at the flames. Her breathing was still even and gentle and hadn't changed a bit for him having spoken to her. He decided to try it again. "You can open your eyes now, Susan." He said soothingly, stretching it out to sound sleepy-like. To his increasing surprise Susan's eyes slowly opened back to their former half- mast position whereupon she focussed right back into the centre of the curling and bending yellow flames. "You may close your eyes now, Susan." He said again, watching her carry out his suggestion with another sigh. Then, for an instant he wondered if she was putting him on. After all, he wasn't all that experienced with city girls and the tricks they could play on a man if they really wanted to. He'd heard all the stories, of course. At that point in time John decided to put her self-imposed hypnotic state to the test. If she was trying to fool him, he would soon enough find out. If she wasn't? Well, maybe he would learn about hypnosis for himself, and just what it could and couldn't do - first hand, hands-on style. * * * John remained perched solidly and comfortably on his haunches while thinking up some sure-fire tests for the entranced woman who lay before him, half lying, half-sitting and propped up on her elbow. "You would be more comfortable, Susan," he told her soothingly, "if you were to lay your head down ... on your sleeping bag ... and just relax." To John's complete amazement, Susan, eyes still closed, sat up slowly and shifted her sleeping bag so that it was further along from where it had been. Then she lay down and rolled over onto her back, resting her head down into its softness with a deep, long sigh. Her arms flopped on the ground by her side. The toes of her shoes fell slightly apart as she relaxed back into the hard ground. Her baggy shorts hung stretched, open and loose around her upper thighs, allowing him a first-hand view of the soft inside flesh of her creamy thigh, coloured golden from the yellow flames of the campfire. John smiled, finding his excitement mounting, in more ways then one. "It's very warm tonight," he told her in his now-deliberately soothing, slow voice. "By the warm fire ... with its hot flames that make ... you feel so warm and relaxed." He watched as Susan shifted a little, appearing to make herself more comfortable. Then her right hand slowly came up and rested on the material of her loose cotton top, holding it away from her body. She began to gently pull it out and back in a sort of fanning action, as if she were trying to cool herself. Then he felt himself stir deeply with his next thought, but, should he dare? He thought to himself as he considered the possible consequences of his intended suggestion. Then, for some strange reason John threw all his normal caution to the winds of the night, totally enthralled by what was happening, and what could happen. "It's way too hot ... and way too uncomfortable ... to be wearing any clothes." He told her in his especially acquired voice and intonations. "You would be ... much more relaxed ... and comfortable ... beside the night-fire ... if you were free of them ... once and for all ... on this hot, warm night." He watched Susan's other hand come slowly up and join the other as she unbuttoned her loose, cotton top.He held his breath as she slowly then sat up and drew the top off each shoulder and then lay it on the ground beside her. John's mouth fell open at the sight of her exposed breasts. They hung full and free, her flesh shimmering patterns of golden yellow in the glow from the twisting and curling flames. Her nipples were long and dark, succulent, and, John thought, very erect, too. John's heart began to pound steadily against his rib cage with the quickening of his pulse as he stared at them for several seconds before Susan then reached down to the belt of her shorts and released it. Then she slid the zipper down to the bottom of its travel. Her hands thumbed the sides of them at her waist and dragged them slowly downwards to her knees, lifting her buttocks from side to side as they passed over them. Once having got them to her knees, Susan then slipped them slowly down to her ankles and off her feet, one at a time. His own breathing deepened as he watched the unbelievable show unfolding before his very eyes. Susan's hands reached back to her waist. Her thumbs once again slipped beneath the waistband of her white, brief underwear and dragged them down over her hips and buttocks, just as she had done with the baggy shorts, exposing her junction's triangle of lush and thick, soft, black, curly pubic hair to his eager gaze as she turned and stretched out fully her sleeping bag on the ground behind her. But, Susan did not hop inside it. Instead, she lay full length on top of it, crossing her ankles and resting her hands lightly beneath her breasts across the top of her gently rising and falling stomach as she breathed. Then she sighed, deep and long, and seemed to relax fully back down into the ground. The glow of the golden flames danced like fireflies over her entire form from head to toe, giving her figure and completely nude shape an almost surreal image to John's hungry and very excited eyes as they simply stared agape at the first sight of a nude woman's body he had seen in a very long time. He had to get to the city more often, he thought - too long between drinks. The End. If you have enjoyed this story please email your comments or criticisms to me. Thank you for reading. - Mesmer * * * Standard Disclaimer, meaning this hypnosis/mind-control story is NOT to be read by persons under the age of 18 years of age. If you enjoy this story please email your appreciation to the publisher of this site who has been nice enough to publish it here for your leisure and pleasure. Thank you - Mesmer. HYP-NONSENSE (C) by Mesmer Chapter 1 * He was tired and he'd had enough for one week's work of listening patiently to other people's problems in his role as a counsellor. All he wanted to do was settle in for the evening and maybe watch a video or two while sipping a Rum and Coke. And maybe after that he might even try and plunder his wife if he could talk her into it. She hadn't been too interested lately, not that he had been either, with all the work he'd had on at the clinic. So, all in all, Max Rogers was not in too friendly a mood when he walked through the door of his house at six pm on that Friday evening and was told that their guests would be arriving in one hours time. It had been Margaret's, his wife's idea, and, she had not cleared it with him as she usually did. She had this time because she had noticed how tired he'd been lately and how they never went anywhere, thinking it might be nice to just relax and enjoy a warm, friendly gathering over a few drinks with friends at their home where they didn't have to drive home afterwards. Max had been livid at first, but had settled down after he'd had one Rum and Coke and a hot shower. He'd returned downstairs just as their first guests arrived. Margaret was closing the door behind them as he came off the bottom step leading up to their family bedroom. There would be three other couples joining them for the evening, Peter and Pauline being the first to arrive. Soon would come John and Jane in the same car as Robert and Rowena. Max had always wondered how he ever came to know three other couples like he and his wife whose initials had been the same as their partner. * * By the time Max had helped his wife get some drinks for everyone the others had arrived. Everyone had settled themselves, spread around the lounges and couches in the lounge room. The atmosphere was warm and jovial as all sipped their drinks with several different conversations happening at once as everyone brought everyone else up to date on what had been happening with them since they had last all saw each other. Max was sipping his wine, casually observing the interaction between all the other husbands and wives, looking for any sign of coolness or hostility, meaning there was a problem within the marriage unit itself, but there were none to be seen. All seemed loving and courteous towards one another, at least on the surface, Max thought, as he brought his thoughts and concentration back to the current talker, John. John was talking about a stage show him and Jane had attended a few weeks before - a hypnotic stage show. They had both volunteered and had a ball, according to John. The excitement in his voice was evident as he retold some of the things the stage hypnotist had them both doing in front of a hundred people or so in the audience. Max watched Jane's face as she watched her husband's face while he retold the story of their exciting evening. Jane seemed to get a far away look in her eye every now and then, but her smile remained fixed on her rather attractive face and features at all times. "I don't know whether I was under or not." John was saying. "I felt tingly at one time. Maybe I just went along with the show. I don't know." Even then, as he was talking, John tried to recall the strange feeling he had experienced as he had gazed into the eyes of the hypnotist. But, try as he might, he just couldn't remember. It had been fun, anyway, he concluded to himself as he stopped talking to draw a breath. I definitely felt under." Jane jumped right in on his last word. "It was incredible! At one time I really tried not to do what he said, but I couldn't! I really tried, but I just couldn't get it to happen for me, my way. It just felt right to do exactly as he said! Everything he said seemed to be such a good idea at the time, even though I knew I was making a real fool of myself. But I just didn't seem to care." Jane's skin prickled all over as she thought of the way she had felt on the night. It had been the most unusual experience of her life, one that she was sure she'd never forget. Everybody laughed, including Jane. Max knew quite a lot about hypnosis, although nobody in the room knew exactly how much. He used it, in fact, almost every day with at least one of his patients. Even Margaret, his wife of ten years now didn't know about that aspect of his skills. He'd always felt that his business was his business, and he hated bringing work home or talking about it in any way. "I'd love to feel what it's like." Pauline said with exuberance in her voice, seeing the excitement in both John and Jane's voices and faces as they talked. The thoughts of being totally under someone else's control somehow turned her on, in a nice sort of way. She made a mental note to check the papers in her area and look for any stage hypnotism shows that might be on. Maybe she could talk Peter into going along. She was sure he'd like to, after listening to the exciting and funny stories of Jane and John. "Me too!" Rowena chimed in immediately. It all sounded like so much fun, being made to do things against you will. She had been hypnotised in her high school years for a learning disability. Her mother had taken her. She couldn't remember what it had felt like, or if it had even helped her with her schoolwork now. Too long ago. But the thought of it now seemed to be totally different to those of her memories. It sounded like a lot of fun and excitement. Robert just sat and listened. He had been hypnotised once at a stage show, but it was so long ago he could hardly remember it. Nothing startling came to mind as he tried though, excited in a strange sort of way as he took in the excitement on John and Jane's faces as they recounted their experiences of the night. Peter listened, entertained, but not impressed. As a solicitor he had been made naturally cynical by his industry. He believed no-one and nothing anybody else told him - even from his wife. He smiled. The wines he had consumed so far were dulling his cynicism a little, but not so much that he actually believed that hypnosis could make a person do something against their own wishes or will. The husbands all remained quiet, but attentive, Max noticed, as the women then all began to imagine out loud various situations, and then laugh and giggle about how they would behave and whether or not they would have gone under if it had been they up on the stage that night. All listening were egged on by Jane and John's memories and the excitement in their voice as they recounted and elaborated on each thing the stage hypnotist had them do. "How about a nice, warm fire." Max said aloud. It was a cool winter's night. The chill was just beginning to find its way into the lounge room of their nice, but rather old house. "Great!" Robert agreed, suddenly realising that there had developed a slight chill in the air. He rubbed his hands together briskly. Max had the logs burning in the fireplace within ten minutes. The heat from the raging fire quickly sent wave after wave of warmth and relaxation throughout the large, high- ceilinged room and everyone in it as they continued drinking their wine, opening fresh bottles as each of them emptied. Max remained a little quieter than the rest, joining in occasionally, but content to just drink his wine and notice the effect of the heat from the fire and the wine as it mixed in the minds and bodies of his guests. Max had always been a people-watcher. It was his stock-in-trade. Max studied each one individually as he listened and took part in the rambling conversations. John and Jane were very relaxed in their chairs, their faces flushed from the excitement of their stories, the warmth from the flaming log fire, as well as the several glasses of wine they had each consumed. Robert and Rowena seemed just as relaxed and even more talkative now, while Peter and Pauline were sprawled back in their chairs really getting into the spirit of having a good time. Max's wife, Margaret was also flushed in the face, he noticed. Her eyes glistened as they always did whenever she drank wine. Max had not missed Jane, in his scrutinising of her face, that she seemed to be a little tipsy in her chair, and occasionally slurred in her speech as she giggled and cackled along with the rest of the women. Max smiled, thinking it wouldn't be long before she would have had her fill for the night. "I've got to go." Jane declared suddenly with a giggle. "Got to make room for some more of this delicious wine." Everybody laughed. Max thought with an amused grin that it was unusual that none of the other women got up to go with her as he watched Jane sway a little on her feet after rising from the depth of her comfortable chair. Most kittens went to the sandbox in pairs or threes, although he had never found in any of his psyche books the reason why it was always so. Everybody then just returned to the conversations they had been having, minus Jane, and it was at that Moment Max's bladder gave a hint to him as well. "I'm after Jane, my body tells me." He said with a laugh as he rose and walked towards the long hallway where Jane had disappeared down on her way to the downstairs toilet. Max heard everyone just laughed and continued with their conversation as if he hadn't spoken at all. When Max reached the toilet the door was closed. He leaned against the wall, controlling the growing feeling of full in his lower loins with a little thigh-squeezing and bladder tensing. After a few minutes he heard the toilet flush. Then the door opened and Jane stepped out quickly. He smiled when she saw him, noticing how glazed her eyes were from the heat and the wine. She grinned, swaying unsteadily as she was about to pass him. "Oohh!" she exclaimed as her legs suddenly gave way beneath her. Max quickly reached out and grabbed her, preventing her from falling to the tiled hallway floor, flat on her pretty face. "Must have got up too quickly?" Max smiled as he righted her and looked into her eyes. She seemed to be having trouble focussing. "Wow!" Jane said. "Watch that last step. It's a killer! Aaaaahh! My head is spinning!" Then she laughed. It was at that precise moment in time that Max had an impulsive idea barnstorm directly into his consciousness - a compulsive thought and act he would never have thought himself capable of. He held Jane tightly by each upper arm as steadied her, and stared hard into her eyes. "Just relax." He said firmly, but soothingly to her. "Just let go ... relax and remember ... how nice it is to ... just let go of everything ... go with the flow. ... Your dizziness will soon pass ... if you just relax ... let go right into it ... until you feel yourself ... sinking down ... and down ... down under the weight of your own ... very heavy ... very tired eyelids." Max watched Jane's eyelids blink several times as she tried to focus on his face. He repeated everything he had just said to her again, and then again for a third time. By the end of the third time Jane's eyes had closed completely. She stood swaying a little in his grasp. Her breathing was deep and even. Her lips were parted. Jane felt strange. The near-trip and fall onto the tiles had rattled her a little. Thank Christ Max had been there to catch her. He had been right. She had gotten up from the toilet too quickly with her head down. She knew she had drunk a little too much wine too quickly with the heat in the room. Her head was spinning, but not as crazily as it had before Max had started talking to her about relaxing. It felt good to let go. After all that was why she had come along. To relax and have a good time. Jane wondered why Max's voice seemed different somehow - sort of gentle, but firm, almost like her father talking to her. "Now go deeper." Max said firmly to her. "Into your wonderful feeling ... really go deeper into it ... let yourself go ... have some fun." He continued firmly and gently. "After all, that's what you're here for. Isn't that true?" "Mmmm." Came Jane's mumbled response. She knew max was right. And she felt so light-headed right then, reminding herself how lucky she was that Max was holding her upright by her upper arms. Her head was calming. The spinning sensation was quickly being replaced by a deep, inner peace and quiet as she found herself listening to max's different, yet not unlikeable voice. "Go deeper and deeper ... into your relaxation ... feeling so wonderful ... how you feel right now ... in every way ... in your mind ... your body ... just give yourself permission ... go deeper ... so deep, ... just like you were ... and are now ... on stage ... with the hypnotist. ... deeper ... deeper down. ... all the way down ... the deepest level ... you know you were hypnotised ... and are again right now ... so deeply ... couldn't stop yourself from ... can't stop yourself now ... doing exactly what the hypnotist told you to, ... even if you didn't want to, ... the more you try to resist ... the more you can't resist ... knowing that you did ... will do again ... everything that's suggested to you ... with the sound of my voice. ... so deep that you ... feel the best you ever have .... will only ever remember ... what I tell you to remember ... forget all the rest. ... now... go deeper ... and deeper ... deeper ... down ... and ... down ... down ... and deeper ... and deeper ... deeper ... and down ... down ... and down." Jane felt herself sinking down into the depths of her own mind. She felt light-headed, as if she were floating on a soft, white fluffy cloud. Max's voice sounded ss soft and so soothing, and so far away. She felt herself sigh, but heard nothing from the sound of her own voice as she floated down and down with the soothing sound of max's soft, gentle voice. Jane thought again how much he sounded just like her father - gentle, but firm - caring for her somehow. Then she lost the thought to another warm wave of relaxation that carried her down even further in her own mind. When he finished and drew breath Max knew Jane was deeply hypnotised. She breathed deeply and evenly. Her chest rose and fell like a sleeping baby as she stood gently swaying in his gentle grip on each of her upper arms. He studied her face and eyes for verification of the depth of her trance, then spoke to her again. "You will always be able to hear me, Jane ... you will always want to obey my voice ... whatever I say to you ... everything I say to you will ... seem like such a great idea ... would be one's ... you would have thought have for yourself ... no matter what I say ... you will always want to obey ... my voice ... it can always make you feel ... as great and wonderful as ... you do right now ... that is how ... you want to feel like that... all the time ... isn't it, Jane?" "Ye..es." Jane answered dreamily. Of course she did. Why wouldn't she? It felt wonderful to be floating so lightly on her cloud like this. So light and so warm and relaxed. Of course she did. That was exactly how she wanted to always feel. "That's fine." Max replied to the deeply entranced woman. "Now ... whenever you ... hear me say your name ... you will naturally ... you will easily ... want to comply with ... whatever words ... or whatever suggestions ... follow them ... you can always feel this good again ... all the time ... are you happy to do that, Jane?" "Yes." Jane answered softly. She seemed so far away from his voice she could hardly hear what he was saying. Even her own voice seemed to be coming from so far away - somewhere above herself. But she felt so good. And everything Max said seemed to make sense because she really did always want to feel like this. Of course she would do anything to always feel like this. Who wouldn't? "That's fine." Max said. "Now ... when I snap my fingers ... you will wake up ... you will feel a little dizzy ... but not too bad ... you will remember nothing ... of what I have said to you ... your unconscious mind will remember everything ... you will be happy to obey my every word ... after I say your name ... is that clear?" Jane nodded, not wanting to leave the warmth and the relaxation of where she was and what she was feeling throughout her mind and body right then. She supposed she must get back to the party sometime. It was good that her unconscious mind would remember, because she wasn't very good at remembering things anyway. John would quickly vouch for that, and he usually did. Jane heard the sharp sound as max snapped his fingers. Her eyes blinked a few times, then opened and focussed right on is smiling face and kind eyes. "Take it easy." Max smiled as he gently tightened his grip on her upper arms once again. "You wouldn't want to fall onto the tiles. That would really spoil all the fun you seem to be having." He watched Jane shake her head as if trying to clear it. Then she smiled, and then laughed as she straightened her stance more upright beneath his grip. She took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, then exhaled with a smile and a sigh. "Can't have that." She laughed. "Too much wine left to drink yet." And with that she turned and moved off back down the hallway, wondering why she felt so light and so warm and relaxed. She really felt good. Jane looked forward to more of that sweet wine as she negotiated the hallway a lot differently to the way she had first walked down it. Max watched her go, noticing that her walk was now once again steady, without any sway at all. Her shoulders were square, her step sure and steady. He smiled, wondering why he did what he had just done. He shook his head, amazed at himself and his actions, then went into the toilet, closing the door behind him. * * * Max returned to the lounge and sank down his chair heavily. The heat and the wine were having a slightly noticeable effect on him as well. Figuring it was the heat more than the wine Max decided to take it easy. He picked up his glass and rejoined the conversations, listening to several at once and smiling as he sipped the cool, sweet liquid. He studied Jane for several minutes as she spoke, listened and laughed. She seemed clearer in the face, and was no longer slurring any of her words. She smiled at him as their eyes met while she was speaking, as if she knew a secret that only he and she knew. Max grinned back at her, raising his wine glass in a toasting gesture. Now that he had hypnotised her, with her name said by his voice as a trigger, Max was wondering what he was going to do about it, puzzling over what opportunity he might take advantage of to have some light- hearted fun at Jane's expense. It would be good if he could somehow do the same thing to all the others, he thought as he sipped his wine again - but how to? That was the question. Then, to Max's complete surprise, it was one of the others who gave him the opportunity he needed to have some fun with all of them. "Imagine how much fun we could have right now if one of us knew how to hypnotise." Pauline said with exuberance. Jane clapped her hands jubilantly. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "What a shame." Max's wife turned to face him and smiled, raising her eyebrows in a questioning manner. "Max?" was all she said. He knew what she meant, simply because she didn't know. And then it hit him. He knew suddenly what he was going to do with Jane. He smiled at his wife as the words formed in his mind, and then in his throat. "I don't use hypnosis." Max said as all eyes turned to face him. "I don't know how, and wouldn't see a role for it anyway. Don't even know if I really believe in it either? I think that if a person believes, really believes in it then they should be able to do it, according to the laws of psychotherapy." Max let them stew on that for a few seconds before he continued. "In fact," he went on. "I think if it was someone who had already experienced what they believed was a hypnotic experience, it should be relatively easy for that person to have everything come to mind that was needed to induce a trance in those who wish to be hypnotised." Max watched them all as he sipped his wine. Then slowly, as he knew they would, all faces turned towards Jane and Peter. "Don't be stupid!" Peter laughed. "I couldn't! I wouldn't know what to say. I'd feel a real fool. Maybe later when I'm really drunk." "That only leaves you, Jane." Pauline giggled. "Want to have some fun?" "Yes, Jane." Max said quickly at the opportune moment delivered to him by the gods, and noticing her gaze lock straight to him when he said her name. "Jane, I think you know in your heart and head what to do to hypnotise all of us, and being very confident of your power to hypnotise while you do it." Max had noticed the smile vanish from Jane's face as she listened to the words he spoke that followed the saying of her name. Then she smiled, and then followed that with a giggle. Then the smile faded again. "Okay." She said with a semi-confident grin. "I can do that ... I think." Pauline clapped her hands together boisterously. John looked at his wife with amazement in his eyes. Peter and Robert were just smiling quietly, while Margaret and Rowena glanced at each other and burst out laughing simultaneously. "Jane, start with the others." Max told her. "I want to finish this glass of wine. I'm really enjoying it." Max then noticed Jane's smile come and go as he spoke. Now it had returned after she'd heard her name said, along with the words that followed. "All right." Jane said as she stood up in front of everybody. "I want you all to sit over here on the floor in front of me. Make yourselves comfortable so that nothing will distract you from what I'm saying to you." Inside Jane's mind she was impressed, wondering where the words came from she had just said. It must be the memory of what the hypnotist said to us, she decided as she watched everybody move in the positions on the floor as she'd asked. Jane felt her body tingle all over with excitement at what she was doing, or about to do. "Jane," Max said. "Everything the hypnotist and I have said to you, will come back to you as you talk. You'll know exactly what to say. Don't worry. Be confident and know that you can do it, with question, and without doubt." Jane listened to what Max said. His voice sounded familiar somehow, but in what way she didn't know. Then she lost the thought altogether as others suddenly appeared in her mind. He was right though, she decided then in her own mind. She did know how to do it. "Okay." Jane began. "Now, everyone just look up here at my eyes, and don't take your eyes of mine for a single second. Breathe easily and deeply, and just relax for the hell of it, knowing you are going to have some real fun. Okay?" Max watched everyone as they looked up from their seated positions on the floor at Jane's face and eyes. The men laughed a little. The women were cooperating. "She's doing her best, guys." He told them seriously. "Give her a chance and go with it. You never know. She might just surprise all of us. What the hell, Peter thought, as he concentrated on his Jane's face. The worst that could happen was to fall sideways onto the carpet. Dead drunk or dead asleep in hypnosis. Either way it wouldn't hurt. John decided to get serious, wondering if she could remember what the hypnotist had said to them both that night on the stage. Robert concentrated on Jane's eyes, which wasn't easy. He'd had too many wines and he knew it. Max watched as the men became as serious in cooperating with Jane as were the women. They all looked a little drunk to him. He smiled as he waited for Jane to continue. "Just let yourself go." Jane began, not knowing where she was getting the words from, and not really caring about it as she watched their faces, one after the other. "Relax ... and ... feel good. It's all about ... feeling good about yourself ... in every way. Breathe deeply ... and relax in each breath ... you breathe out. Just let yourself relax ... deeply and ... more deeply ... into each breath out of your mouth ... and notice now ... how heavy and ... how tired your eyes feel ... right at this moment ... you haven't noticed before now ... how very heavy ... how very tired ... those eyes of yours are ... right now." Max had to smile. His own eyelids began to feel heavy as he listened to Jane's halting speech. He could see everyone blinking, their eyes seeming very heavy as they each sat and gazed somewhat drunkenly up at Jane staring down at them. "Now," Jane continued. "I'm going to count backwards ... from twenty to one ... and ... as I count ... I'm going to count backwards ... faster and faster. As I do so ... your eyes will become so heavy ... that you won't be able to keep them open ... no matter how hard you try ... where the more you try ... the more you can't keep them open ... they will close ... all by themselves ... as they close ... all by themselves ... as you relax ... and ... go into a deep ... hypnotic sleep ... where everything I tell you to feel ... you will feel ... everything I tell you to experience ... you will experience ... and ... you will remember nothing when you awake ... except how good you feel ... about being hypnotised ... and ... how much fun you're going to have ... when you are as deeply hypnotised ... as you're going to be ... by the time I say the number one." Max noticed that Pauline's eyes had already closed before Jane had even begun to count. He was impressed. Jane must be unconsciously remembering every word and inflection exactly the way the hypnotist had told her, he thought. He then listened as she began to count backwards from twenty to one, gaining speed with each number she said. By the time she had reached the number one, all eyes were closed. The lot of them were sitting peacefully, their heads slumped forward slightly, except for Pauline's, whose head lay well forward, her chin almost touching her chest. "You will be deaf ... to any word I say," Jane continued after checking all eyes were closed. "Unless you hear your name said first. When I say your name ... you will willingly respond in full ... in your mind ... and thoughts ... and actions ... in exactly the way I suggest to you that ... you will ... and ... you will be ecstatically happy in doing so." Jane took a deep breath, held it for a second or two, then let it out with a smile. She turned and looked at Max. He was smiling at her. "Well done." Max said to her, making her feel proud and really good about herself. "I did it!" Jane exclaimed like a little girl who had found a special prize. "I really did it!" "Yes, you did." Max answered her. "Now Jane, tell them that they will respond to my voice as well, but only when I say their name." Driven by her unknown unconscious trigger whenever Max said her name, Jane turned and delivered his words to them. When she'd done that she turned back to Max to find him still smiling warmly and proudly at her. "Jane," Max said firmly. "Unless I say your name, you will hear and be aware of nothing else going on around you. Is that clear?" "Yes." Jane answered, wondering why Max would say that, but not really caring much one way or the other. "Sit down in the chair and close your eyes ... and sleep ... until you hear me say your name." He then told her, watching as she obeyed his words immediately. Max looked carefully at all of them, each one in turn, wondering if any of them were faking. In the end he decided they were not - a mixture of the wine, the heat, and Jane's monotonous voice had weakened them all to the point where he believed them all to be in a deep trance. He drained his glass of wine while his thoughts raced. * * * * As Max stared at the entranced people in the lounge room, he still couldn't come to grips with the fact that had actually done it. But there they were - as large as life and deeply hypnotised. It was a real power trip and Max knew he had been lured into it very deeply from the moment he had hypnotised Jane outside the toilet. And, he knew he wouldn't stop now until he realised every fantasy he could think of while he had this one and only opportunity to do so. He got up and walked around to each one of them, bending down and whispering close to their ears as he spoke to them, telling each one that it was so hot and so uncomfortable in the room that they would find it much more refreshing and relaxing if they were not wearing any clothes or underwear at all. Then he watched each of them, who were all completely unaware of what the person next to them was doing, stand up and remove every piece of clothing from their body. He then told each one of them to go to a specific location in the room and sit on the carpet and wait to be called, and while they were waiting to engage totally in their imagination in every way their wildest, most sexiest fantasy, as if it were really happening. Then he watched his now-naked guests, as well as his own wife disperse to their allocated areas and sit, closing their eyes as soon as they'd settled into the fire-warmed carpet. Max undressed himself completely then, his mind racing the entire time. By the time he had undressed completely he was as hard as a rock. He was so excited he honestly did not know where to begin his fantasy come to life before his very eyes. He walked across the warm carpet to where Pauline sat cross-legged with a wide smile on her face, sitting in front of her so he could view all her naked glory in one vision in front of his eyes. Her large breasts hung heavily in the way she was sitting, their long, brown nipples already stiff and elongated from the fantasy she was obviously having and enjoying, going by the smile on her face, Max thought. His gaze then travelled downwards, all the way down to the lush thatch of silken red hair adorning the inside of each soft thigh and which met in the very centre of her junction in a mass of flaming red entanglement through wich peeked barely the lips of her jade gates. "Pauline." He began softly, yet firmly. "You can now allow yourself to feel and believe in every way you can and want to imagine that you only like making love with your bottom. You will now want to get up on your hands and knees now and present your backside to the man of your secret dreams, wanting and waiting for him to take you there and stroke you until you reach your peak, which you will do on the sixth full stroke. You will slicken the shaft of your secret lover with your own nectar from between your thighs and relax your bottom completely as you feel him enter your backside fully. You will love each and every moment of him penetrating your bottom to its fullest, feeling no pain from your experience whatsoever, only the most extreme and intense, rapturous pleasure, and you will orgasm on the sixth stroke. Do you understand clearly?" Pauline nodded, not believing what she was hearing, yet wanting to and wanting it strongly by the passing second at the same time. Her secret lover had already been vividly fixed in her mind and thoughts, but now she had the opportunity to find out what it was like. She had always wondered, but had never been game enough to ask her husband to try it for fear of what he might think of her. She got up on all fours and waited, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt between her legs, dipping her fingers deeply several times into her already moist apex. Max moved around behind her as he watched her position herself like an animal ion heat and on all fours. He pressed against the warmth of her naked buttocks with his shaft, only to quickly feel her grasp him from between her legs and coat his arrow with the nectar from her furnace, sliding her fingers slowly up and down the length and the girth of him in his entirety. God, Max thought, as the warmth and slipperiness of Pauline's touch on his person nearly ended his hypnotic fantasy immediately. She guided him between the incredible warmth of her creamy white buttocks, backing her tiny brown, and now glistening, slick starfish onto his throbbing, sharp point. He gently spread her cheeks and watched his spear disappear fully into the tight, tiny confines of her heated bottom. The warmth and the tightness nearly had him over the edge. He gripped her soft fleshy cheeks and pulled her to him, slowly driving his every inch of his now-pulsing lance to it's very depth inside her and began to stroke fully in and out of her tight, hot forge. Pauline was beside herself in her mind and in her body. She had never felt anything like she was feeling at that moment. Her loins ached terribly as she accepted each long, slow stroke fully into the depths of her burning bottom. Her spine tingled and flamed with each slow stroke, his length seemingly going on forever each time as it drove relentlessly up inside her very heated depths. She felt like she was going to explode when she first felt him push through her gripping, slippery hand, spearing through and deeply inside her bottom, causing her to let go and support herself on the carpet with her hands as the sheer and raw pleasure began to flame and torch her mind and body from head to toe. By the end of the third, long stroke Pauline was gasping huge lung fulls of air as the long and thick burning shaft reached its zenith inside her tight channel of fire and brimstone. Her tongue lolled limply, except for when it snaked back inside her mouth and out again to wet her lips which dried quickly from her incredibly heavy panting and gasping. Her back raced with tingling and burning sensations, up and down, fanning out from her loins. Her right hand quickly found the jewel of her Nile and satisfied rapidly its hungry need to be caressed urgently as her mind and senses began to reel and spin crazily. Her breathing shuddered deeply as she gasped at the fourth slow and deep, fiery penetration into the pit of her volcano - her boiling netherlands. She knew her end was in sight. Her eyes pinched shut tightly as her temples pulsed and expanded with the fifth long, slow and splitting stroke between her buttocks, each time feeling her channel-flesh separate before her secret and welcome invader like the bow waves before a boat. And with each stretching of her slickened, burning channel her rapidly approaching orgasm built rapidly in its intensity. Her breathing now came in short, sharp gasps and pants of breathable fire, drying her lips and throat. Her tongue snaked relentlessly in and out of her mouth, searching for moisture of any description to cool the bush-fire raging within her being and finding little. Pauline then lost it at the beginning of the sixth deeply penetrating and fulfilling stroke, for she had been counting down the moments of her life's most exquisite and rapturous pleasure with each coring of her buttocks at their junction. Her loins exploded in fire as her buttocks jerked uncontrollably. Her hips threw themselves about, thrashing without her conscious choice, but with her full conscious awareness of the raw pleasure she was receiving in full with each passing second. Pauline heard somewhere in the far-off distance the sound of her own voice cry out, over and over again, sounding agonisingly fulfilled with each deep, guttural belly-groan and moan as they erupted and then exploded outwards through her parched lips and dry throat, but it sounded strange and so very far away and down below her somewhere. Wave after wave of pulsing pleasure ripped and tore their way up and down her spine and deeply between her buttocks, such that she felt her entire bottom had been set on fire and was being torched again and again and again, until finally, she collapsed onto her stomach unconscious as her conscious mind took everything in, and then simply shut down from too much raw pleasure at one time. Max had been about to lose it completely when Pauline had suddenly fell from beneath him and collapsed onto the carpet. He knew she had been close to her peak. He had luckily been distracted by the sheer intensity of what she'd obviously been feeling within her own body and mind, as she had thrashed around, impaled and cored beautifully on his length, writhing her backside from side to side like some wild animal. As she had lunged forward with a loud gasp and groan she fell like a deflated balloon, and that also had distracted him, and just at the right time. His own release had then quickly backtracked. He lay on top of her full-length back, still buried to the hilt inside the heated depths of her backside, feeling her cavern contract again and again, and knowing she had fainted dead away from her hypnotically induced experience. Max drew a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and then released it slowly between his teeth as he withdrew his slickened and still-hard length from between her limp and still-quivering buttocks. "Sleep now and rest," he whispered closely into her ear. "Knowing that your unconscious mind will remember everything, so you simply don't have to remember anything that you've experienced and can forget everything you can now not even remember at all." He said in her ear before he rose and walked over to Rowena, picking up someone's glass of wine along the way and drinking deeply of its contents. Max smiled, and then grinned as he looked around at the naked women sitting on the carpet, wondering if he should let the naked males share in his good fortune. Then his grin widened as he bent to view the naked loveliness of his best friend's wife. Can't beat bad luck, boys, he thought as he made his decision. Then he laughed aloud at the night in store for him. No sir, he thought again. You just can't beat bad luck. The End (by Mesmer) * * * * * -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----