In the hospital bed, back in your own body.

You awaken in your hospital bed, still haunted by the chaos incarnate you just witnessed. You scan the room to see the remnants of the deviancy you've indulged in.

Your nurse Cyndi is in the corner chair, still passed out from the orgasms you experienced in her body. She's still wearing her scrub top, but her bottoms and panties are strewn on the floor next to her. Next to my bed, the doctor is covered in cum and passed out on the floor next to the bed.

You're also covered in cum, but you don't remember how you got it there. You look down at yourself and realize that you're naked and have a raging hard-on.

"Cyndi?" you call out to her. "Doctor? Are you awake?" No answer. You attempt to get out of bed, but the weakness holds you against the hospital bed.

You think about what happened and try to piece together why you did all those things. You couldn't remember anything before waking up in this hospital bed.

You look around the room for some clue as to what happened, as if the notes on the white board above you will magically explain how you got in this predicament. You turn back to the two unconscious women. You can feel a thread connecting you to each one of them, just like in the white space.

You reach out with your mind and touch the two threads. The one between you and the doctor is thin and weak, like a spider web. It feels like a hard push on it could easily break it. Your connection to Cyndi however is strong, like the cables on a bridge. It would take a mighty force to severe that connection.

You wonder if the two women are connected because they were somehow involved in your actions, or maybe they were victims of your actions. Either way, you decide you need to find out more.

You perform a gentle tug on the connection to the doctor. She stirs in her passed out state but doesn't budge. You decide to pull with more force and you feel the thread between you snap. The doctor's eyes fly open.

Her pupils dilate as she sees me sitting on the edge of the bed. She looks at me confused. "What the fuck?" she asks. "Where am I? Is this cum?"

She looks at Cyndi, who's still passed out, and then at the door. "What the hell is going on here?" she demands. You don't respond. How can you explain this?

"I'm calling security" she says gathering her cum soak clothes. This is bad. You don't how to explain this, but you definitely don't want to have to do it to a muscle bound security guard. Shit, you need to think of something fast.

My eyes! "Doctor, you need to look at my eyes." You say, frantically. "Fuck that, she says I'm getting out of here. Shit shit shit, you need to stop her before she gets out the door.

"Good sleepy doc!" you yell and she stops in her tracks.

"Doctor?" you ask.

"Yesss..."

"Turn around and look in my eyes." She turns to face you, a blank expression on her face. You can feel her falling deeper into your eyes, that thread between you being recreated.

You feel her panic grow, her thoughts racing. You push your willpower through your connection, calming her anxiety. "Doesn't it feel better to relax and look in my eyes."

"Yesss..."she replies.

"It does, doesn't it?" you ask.

"Yes... yes it does." She replies.

"Then relax and look into mine." You say. You see her eyes begin to glaze over as she falls deeper into your eyes.

You watch as her body begins to relax, her breathing slows, her muscles loosen. You can feel her body relaxing as she becomes more receptive to your control. "Good sleepy doc" you say again.

She smiles and nods. You can feel her growing more comfortable with you, her resistance melting away. You push harder. "You're safe doc." You say.

"I know..." she replies.

You then instruct her to clean herself up which she does before cleaning you up as well. You instruct her to forget about what had happened in this room, that she will remember it as an important but forgettable visit. You instruct her to cover for her and Cyndi's extended absence from the floor. You tell her to cover for anything strange that might be going on related to you. You instruct her to visit often and to bring by nurses that she thinks you might find attractive.

Lastly, you reinforce her trigger word and you send her on her way. Before she leaves, you ask her what her name is. It feels weird to have such an intimate experience without knowing her name. She tells you Dr. Reese. As she leaves, you can feel her thread lengthen as she moves across the hospital. With the doctor taken care of, you turn your attention to Cyndi.

You can feel her thread, much thicker than the doctor's, reaching out from her body. You grab the thread and give it a gentle tug. You feel her sleeping mind reverberate on the other side of line.

"Cyndi, wake up." You say, gently shaking the line. "Wake up!" You shout. "Wake up Cyndi!" You repeat. Finally, after several attempts, you hear her stir.