THE DENTIST’S CHAIR

‘Oh, Syra, you do look tired,’ cooed Caroline, smoothing back my hair and stroking my forehead. ‘Here, let me rescue you. I’m a real first aider. I have a certificate - “Nursing, Part 1”. Impressive, eh?’

She bent her face down to me and started licking my eyelids. Her tongue was soft and warm and its wetness eased the stinginess in my tired eyes. I could tell they were red - it was as though they were filled with blood and Caroline was licking it up. I dropped my head back. The sensation was delectable - imagining her sucking out my very essence. I thought of her tongue licking my whole face, my lips, my nose, and in my ears. I imagined her licking my breasts, inside the sharp curve of my hips, the tight crease between my buttocks, the edges of the already wet crack of my cunt, the delectable darkness of my anus. I thought of it lapping at my flesh - moistening it, making every nerve ending tingle, saturating it with spit and sucking at the soft envelope of flesh that enclosed its dark centre. I thought of how I would open my legs so that she could get the tip in as deeply as she wanted - penetrating me, probing me, setting me on fire. I felt my jaw drop and my tongue rest expectantly on my bottom lip as one by one the thoughts overwhelmed me. I started breathing hard, pushing the bared globes of my eyes against her caressing tongue then blinking them slowly against the wet pink surface.

Suddenly she broke off. I felt the coolness of the air against my wet eyes. I looked up at her - startled, expecting more, hoping there was a reason for her to return to her delightful occupation.

‘Now you look as if you’ve been crying - crying my tongue-tears. You haven’t have you, been crying? Perhaps you need your teeth checking. Of course! I have to get you to the dentists! Healthy teeth are so important, don’t you think? Look at mine. Nice and sharp. I clean them three times a day, well, three times a night. Syra, don’t you find the light harsh? Look at this.’ She held out the back of her hand. There was a circular red mark just below her wrist. ‘This happened yesterday - when I was sleeping. I left the curtain in my cell window slightly ajar. Before I knew it - wham! I got my hand burned. I really had to rush to close it out - the light. Syra, it’s so cruel don’t you think? We don’t want you getting blotches, do we?’

She didn’t give me time to reply. With a broad smile she dipped behind me, grasped the handles of the wheel chair and pushed me out into the corridor.

I looked down at my wrists and legs. They were firmly strapped to the wheelchair as before. I didn’t know how it happened, who had done it, when it had occurred. It was as though there were gaps in my life when things were happening to me without my knowledge. The thought made me shiver all over.

I didn’t recognise the corridor, but they were all the same - heavy doors, the occasional sign, dimly lit, overbearing. A weak bare bulb hung from a bent metal fitting above a door.

Caroline pushed me up to it. She bent round to me, her face alight with excitement.

‘Just the place! The dentist!’

I looked up at the brass plate screwed in crookedly beneath the pool of yellow light cast by the bulb: ‘Dr Vahal B.Sc., PhD, Cosmetic and curative dentistry’.

‘Wow!’ she said. ‘You can’t get any better than that!’

She pushed me into a dingy waiting room. Dark wooden pews ranged around three sides, on the fourth two glazed panels flanked a glazed door with ‘Surgery’ delicately engraved on the slightly ribbed glass.

‘Now, let’s get you waiting properly.’

She undid the tape straps at my wrists. I stretched out my fingers to ease the stiffness caused by the bonds. She undid the tapes around my legs that held me to the sides of the wheelchair. I stretched out my legs. For a moment or two, I felt relaxed but, as I looked around, the momentary sensation of ease evaporated.

There were three young women sitting on the waiting room pews - a blonde, a brunette and a redhead. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen them when we came in; it was as though as my bonds were undone they had appeared from nowhere. They were all naked. Each had a large ball gag stuffed into their mouths and held fast with a tightly pulled leather strap that led behind their heads. Each ball had a number on it - “16”, “17”, and “18”. The blonde and the redhead held their hands clasped together at their groins. The brunette’s hands had been tied behind her head. The tension flattened her small breasts and accentuated the hardness of her small dark nipples. All three of them stared ahead as though under instruction not to look anywhere except at the blank wall opposite. Each one had a contusion at their necks - a bruise, reddened at the edges with two slightly seeping wounds at its centre which appeared in the dim light more as dark blotches. As I looked closely at them, I could see that it was blood seeping from two distinct punctures in the smooth skin of their necks.

None of them broke their stare to look at me. In a way, it was as though I was invisible to them. I watched the trickles of blood running from the wounds in the neck of the one nearest me, the blonde - she looked the youngest, number ‘16’. The crimson red of her blood looked shocking against the pallor of her ivory skin and the bright blondness of her hair. I had a sudden urge to reach forward and lick at the red flow from the punctures in her neck. I shivered with self-disgust at having such a thought.

Caroline helped me onto one of the pews. I felt the shock of cold wood as I realised I had no panties on. The smooth surface stuck to my moist flesh. I shivered again - this time with a rush of joy. I felt my buttocks tighten involuntarily and when I relaxed them I felt my cunt squashing against the ungiving shiny wood of the seat. I moved back and forth to increase the pressure. I shivered again.

‘Now, we need to make sure you take your place in the queue. We can’t have anyone going out of turn at the dentist’s can we?’

Her tone was so whimsical. It was as though none of this was serious to her, as though the gagged women, the wounds in their necks, my captivity and fear, were all irrelevant; as though they were all part of some ridiculous and perverse game.

‘As the orderly, I have to make sure you’re ordered!’

She giggled as she fetched something out of a cardboard box sitting on the floor in the middle of the room. It was a numbered ball-gag - just like the others.

‘Now, open wide, Syra. Wide!’

Her sudden anger made me jump. I opened my mouth and she started forcing the ball between my teeth. It was too big and would not go in. I started gasping. She pushed harder.

‘That’s better, now, just a bit wider. Like the dentist says, “A bit wider, please”.’

My jaw ached as she applied more pressure. She pressed her thumb down on my chin, widening it as far as possible and suddenly, with a click it entered my wide stretched mouth.

‘There! Excellent!’

The large ball wedged behind my teeth. I could hardly breathe. I thought I was going to vomit. I felt a heaving nausea in the back of my throat. I tried to swallow but it was impossible. My tongue was wedged flat against the bottom of my mouth. I stared ahead, wide eyed, filled with fear.

‘Now, Syra, let’s see what your number is. Ah, twenty four. Good. But I’m afraid you’ve got another three ahead of you. You’re going to have to be patient - a patient patient! Oh, Syra, you do make me laugh! Now, you must wait like the others. Coming to the dentist is serious.’

She sat down by my side and starting picking at her long red painted fingernails.

‘I used to come here every week. I like Dr Vahal, though his drill made me squeak sometimes. But look what he did! Look, Syra!’ I moved my head enough to see. The tension in my throat brought on the feeling of nausea again. She opened her mouth and pulled up her top lip. Her canine teeth were large and pointed. Each one, at their tip, had a tiny hole. ‘They’re really pointed don’t you think? “All the better to bite you with,” said Grandma! And see the holes, Syra? He drilled them right up into my head!’

I breathed hard, forcing myself as much as I could to stay calm. Spit was gathering behind the ball in my mouth, building up on my tongue and starting to run down my throat. Its frothy and glutinous warmth against the back of the tightly pressing ball was sickening. Again I tried to swallow, again I heaved.

I saw a figure behind the glazed door. The handle turned and the door opened. It was the dentist’s nurse.

‘My name is Nurse Hiatt,’ she pronounced. ‘Next!’

The young blonde girl with the number ‘16’ on the ball in her mouth stood up. She looked hesitant, unsure what to do, scared. Her blonde pubic hair was neatly trimmed into no more than a narrow shadow above the easily visible top of her neat crack.

Nurse Hiatt held the door wider.

‘Come along Number 16. Dr Vahal does not have all night!’

The girl stepped forward - she looked terrified. She glanced back at me - thinking maybe I could help, or perhaps taking comfort just seeing someone else was sharing her predicament. I stared back vacuously with the large ball plugging my mouth - unable to show any expression, unable to either to encourage her or share her pain. She glanced nervously at Nurse Hiatt, entered the room as the door was closed firmly behind her.

I stared after her. I saw the figure of what must have been Dr Vahal motion her to lie on the dentist’s chair. I saw him pulling on some gloves handed to him by Nurse Hiatt - they were light blue. I watched him bend over the girl and probe around the ball in her mouth. Nurse Hiatt passed him something silver. It glinted through the fluted glass in the door. I heard a noise - a sharp penetrating mechanical whine. I heard a short scream then more whining. Dr Vahal stood up and held something in his hand, something dangling from straps - it was the ball he had removed from her mouth.

‘Do you like red?’ asked Caroline. ‘It’s my favourite, even better than black. Once I painted my hands red just like my nails. It was very exciting. It was as though I had dipped them in blood. But he told me to wash it off. He’s like that sometimes. One day he’s easy - lets us do what we want - the next we can do nothing to please him. Capricious, don’t you think?’

I wanted to ask who she was talking about. Who was ‘he’?

‘I think I might do it again - paint my hands red. The worst I can get is a thrashing. Did I say “worst”? Oh, Syra, you must think I’m so silly.’

I heard Nurse Hiatt’s voice. It was muffled so I couldn’t hear the exact words, but I could tell she was angry. I watched her raise her hand and slap the blonde girl across the face. The movements looked disjointed through the ribbed glass of the door. The young girl shrieked. Nurse Hiatt hit her again. The girl shrieked even louder.

I felt my heart pounding in my chest. My nostrils were wide as I sucked in air rapidly. I was still struggling with waves of nausea, and spit now ran freely down my throat. I thought I was going to choke.

The whining noise started again. Dr Vahal was bending over the girl. She started kicking her legs frantically. Nurse Hiatt grabbed them and held them down against the chair. The girl was still twisting her head, trying to stop Dr Vahal working. He shouted something to Nurse Hiatt. There was silence. The girl stopped fighting. She sat up. It must all be over. I thought I would see her at the door in a moment, relieved that her suffering had not been too great.

A terrible surge of nausea filled my throat. I tasted vomit mixing with the spit on my tongue. Sweat broke out on my face. I could feel it running down my cheeks. I was terrified. I turned to Caroline - hoping that the sight of her would provide some sense of safety. She had gone! Completely disappeared!

I looked around stupidly, as though there was somewhere for her to hide in the small square room. A sudden shriek came from the surgery. Through the dirty glazed window in the door I saw Nurse Hiatt forcing the girl’s head back against the couch. The image was distorted but I could see that she was tying her down somehow. The girl kicked her legs but she could not escape. After a few seconds her head became still though her legs still kicked weakly. When Nurse Hiatt leant back on the girl’s legs they stopped moving and she slumped back in the chair.

The whining noise started again. I realised what it was. He was drilling into her teeth.

I don’t know how long it was but eventually the door opened and the girl walked out. She stumbled, made her way falteringly to a wooden pew and flopped down with a groan. Her eyes were black with mascara that had run in her copious tears. Her jaw hung open from the strain of the operation - of having her mouth forced wide with a dental spreader. She turned slowly towards me and exposed her teeth. They were crystal white, shining and bright. Her canine teeth were large and pointed and blood dripped from their ends. She pushed her hands between the tops of her thighs, opened them slightly and inserted the forefinger of each hand into the crack of her cunt. She prised the soft edges apart and let her fingers run in. I saw the moisture that flowed from the centre of her crack glistening as it smeared across her knuckles. She dropped her head back against the wall and drove her fingers in completely. She let her jaw drop and a bead of blood fell from the sharp tips of each of her canine teeth. She lifted her hips off the pew, found her clitoris, pinched it hard then, in a sudden frenzy, drove one of her fingers into her anus. She bellowed loudly as, overcome by pleasure, her whole body went rigid with the convulsion of a massive and uncontrollable orgasm.

She remained with her shoulders pressed back against the wall, the only movement her squirming feet. Another drip of blood fell from her teeth. She gasped loudly and dropped back - slumping sideways on the pew, spit bubbling from her lips, and still twitching from her stiffening convulsion.

I tried to cough as spit filled my throat. My lips were dry and stretched, my eyes were wide, and my body was shaking with fear.

The door opened again.

‘Next,’ said Nurse Hiatt coldly. No one moved. ‘Yes, you! Number 24!’

I looked at the other two girls. They just sat staring at the wall opposite them. It was as though they were in a trance.

‘Yes, you!’ shouted Nurse Hiatt. ‘You’re next!’

I stood up and walked unsteadily towards her. She held the door open and bowed mockingly. I entered.

The chair was black leatherette, the main body of it bent at the angle of a reclining body, the headrest surrounded by two wide wings, the armrests on hinges so that they could be flipped up out of the way if necessary. Beyond it there was a stainless steel workstation with an array of equipment, a cabinet with glass doors and a shiny metal trolley covered in stainless steel implements. By the side of the chair was a small sink and tap.

Dr Vahal motioned towards the chair. He was not too tall and had a black goatee beard.

‘Here. Here,’ he insisted.

I sat on the leatherette covered chair. It was shiny and soft against my skin. Nurse Hiatt pushed me back. I tried to swallow as I leant my head back but it was still impossible. As she bent over me I could see the frilly top edges of her bra beneath the unbuttoned top of her white tunic. Her cleavage was well defined and deep. She did not open her red lined lips as she grinned. She lined me up on the chair and her long red fingernails dug into my arms and shoulders as she pushed me this way and that.

Dr Vahal leant over me and peered at my plugged mouth. He ran his fingers around my distended lips.

‘Another tight one, nurse. Sometimes, I just don’t know how they go in. Hand me the forceps. This is going to be difficult.’

She passed him a pair of shiny metal forceps. He tested them by opening and closing them, and then brought the narrow, slightly curved ends next to my wide stretched mouth.

I pulled back - snatching breath noisily through my flared nostrils. He tried again and I had the same response. I was so terrified of what he was going to do, I couldn’t stop myself.

‘Nurse, secure her head. I can see we are going to have trouble with this one right from the start.’

I was filled with a sudden and irrepressible fear. It was like being blinded by a bright light. The images of the blonde girl flashed into my mind, corrupted and contorted behind the glass of the door - menacing, fractured, terrifying. I sat up and tried to get away. I don’t know what I was thinking. Somehow, I knew it was a stupid thing, but it was what my body wanted to do and I could not control it. It was as though I no longer had a rational mind.

Before I swung my legs sideways, Nurse Hiatt grabbed me by the throat. I choked. She tightened her grip. She inclined her head to one side and opened her grinning mouth. The two long fangs of her canine teeth squeezed out prominently from behind her top lip. She moved her mouth near to my neck. Now I was frozen with fear; my outburst of action had been halted as surely as if I had been felled by an axe.

Suddenly her face was yanked back. She was grimacing, struggling against the physical control of another A hand held her hair in a clump on top of her head. She fought against it, eager to get to my neck, but the hand was too strong. It pulled her away and dropped her, as if she was a doll. I could see that she knew she had lost control of her own will. I could see that she knew she was again at heel. Her eyes flashed from side to side - she was angered but suppliant. Again she went keenly to the task she knew she had been allotted. She pushed me back onto the dentist’s chair. The black leatherette covering was cold against my back. I squeezed up my buttocks and my skin stuck to the shiny surface. Some control returned to me and I tried to push her away. My resistance angered her and she forced me down even more strongly

Nurse Hiatt knelt on the side of the shiny leatherette covered chair. She lifted the armrest out of the way and leant forward. She pulled up a length of red rubber tubing, already attached to a chromium cleat on the one side of the headrest, pulled it tightly across my forehead, led it to the other side and wound it once around another chromium cleat. She yanked it up hard before securing it around the peg of the second cleat.

I felt as if my head was going to explode - it was pounding from the pressure of the rubber tubing, the terror of constriction, and the fear of what was going to happen next.

‘Good! At last I can work!’

I could hardly hear his words - my ears were drumming, hissing, filled with the throbbing beats of my racing heart. Everything was blurred around me. I thought I was going to pass out.

He levered the ends of the forceps into the corner of my mouth, forcing it to open a chink between the ball and the wide stretched edges. I could feel the ball behind my teeth. It was wedged so tight. I thought I would choke. I couldn’t breathe. Everything started to spin. I felt him forcing the forceps into the crack he had opened up. I felt the coldness of their ends against the edge of my tongue. It made me heave. I went hot at the idea of vomiting - if I did I knew I would choke!

I felt the ends of the forceps reaching over the surface of my tongue, and then I felt their pressure as he pressed them down. I could feel he was trying to free the ball - wriggling the forceps from side to side - but it would not come out, it was wedged too tight.

‘It’s no good, nurse. Pass me the mask.’

My heart pounded even louder. There was a hissing sound. I could hear the blood surging through my veins. The hissing got louder. The pressure in my head was unbearable. There was a mask in front of my face. My nostrils opened wide with fear as the plastic smelling vapour rose up my nose. I wanted to shake my head - as if it would make any difference- but instead my eyes moved from side to side, increasing my dizziness, my disorientation, and my fear.

I went hotter. Everything seemed dark. Everything echoed. I could hear only the relentless hissing. My mouth was so full. My head was held so tightly by the rubber tubing. The gas filled my nostrils. My legs felt weak - useless. I tried to move them but I could not even feel them.

Suddenly there was a gush of cold air in my mouth. The ball was free! My mouth hung wide and empty. I tried to breathe, to gasp for air, but my throat was closed and my mouth was full of spit. It ran down across my bottom lip in a stream. The hissing got louder - closer, more penetrating, shriller.

I saw Dr Vahal’s face close to mine, and I watched his hands weaving like snakes in front of me. He was fitting something into my mouth, something metal - some sort of framework. I tried to close my mouth - to get some relief from the ball - but still it was impossible. He had fitted a metal spreader. My mouth was jammed as wide as it had been with the ball, but now what was inside my mouth, instead of being plugged and full, was exposed, available for the dentist to probe with his instruments - do what he wanted with me - and I was powerless to resist him.

The hissing filled my head. But it was different - it had changed. It was coming from the tip of something else metal he was holding in my mouth. He was drilling my teeth!

I smelled the sickening smell of burning bone as he forced the tip of the drill into the end of one of my canine teeth. There was no pain - it was masked by my fear. I watched his eyes in front of mine, peering into my mouth, carefully tracking the movement of the drill as its spinning bit found its way up into my tooth. My head vibrated as it entered. I closed my eyes but my lids vibrated in time with the spinning drill. I felt pinioned. It was as if I was hanging on it as it entered me, as its spinning probe sought out the blood vessels which ran in the root of my tooth.

Suddenly, he broke off. Water squirted from the end of the drill all over my face. He held the drill as he looked at his handiwork. Satisfied, he straightaway started on the other one.

I felt a hand flat against my cunt. I thought it must be Nurse Hiatt, but I was not sure. It pressed first, squarely across my flesh, but then I felt a finger inserting itself into the crack at its centre. It went deep. I wanted to lift my legs to give it more access but still I could not move them. Instead I lay there unable to move, my head filled with the sound of the drill, my mouth held wide with the spreader, the rubber tubing holding me fast against the headrest of the chair, my cunt filled with the finger of an unknown hand.

It all set up a rhythm within me- a mixture of movement, the unknown, and an irresistible need for more. I couldn’t believe it. Even captive, violated and intoxicated, I could not suppress the overwhelming joy of pleasure which was aroused within me. Because I couldn’t move, because I was held so fast, and because I was unable to understand exactly what was happening, the pleasure was that much more. It was as if from the murkiness of unknowing there emerged a greater pleasure than I had ever known - as though from nothing there was created everything.

I moved my tongue. I licked the smooth cold metal of the spreader. I followed its strange sculptured curves with the tip of my tongue. I found the end of my canine tooth. It was sharper than it had been - it was like a razor - and at it end I could feel a hole and I didn’t know to where it led. I tasted blood as I felt the drill penetrating deep inside my head.

‘Syra. You’re back! I’ve missed you. It’s so lonely in my little cell. All day by myself! Sometimes I can hardly bear it. Let me see what the dentist’s done, Syra. Let me see your new teeth. Are they like mine? Oh, Syra, it’s so exciting.’

I didn’t know where I was. It was dark again and with the darkness came Caroline - that much I had learned to accept - but nothing around me was familiar. I felt hopeless and defenceless. I could not deny Caroline’s simple request.

I opened my mouth for her to see. I wanted her to inspect my teeth, to tell me what had been done, but also to say that I was the same as her, that I was no longer lonely in my difference. When I realised what I was thinking, I went cold with fear.

As she leant over me I pushed my hand down between the tops of her thighs and felt the warmth of her moist shaved cunt against the palm of my hand.

‘Oh, yes, Syra. They are beautiful,’ she said. ‘We are the same now. Is that what you want? Yes, I know you do. You can come and be with me now. You can sleep with me during the day and when it is dark we can come out and play. Would you like that, Syra, if we could play together? Syra, would you like that?’

I nodded slowly. I was not sure what I was agreeing to, but I knew she was right; I had changed and with that change I felt closer to her. And yes, I wanted to play, even though I did not know what that meant. Her square cut fringe fell against my face - it tickled. My head filled with images of redness. I opened my mouth wide, closed my eyes and drove my fingers deeply inside her wide wet crack.