It began as a pulse in the darkness. Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump…

Jumbled fragments from troubled dreams hung like moss from the pathways of his mind, but he gradually became aware of himself. In time he recognized the pulsing sound as the rhythm of his own heart, strangely loud inside. There were other sounds, too, and unusual odors. Fluorescent brightness briefly raked his eyeballs as he tried to blink his eyes open.

“Take your time,” an unfamiliar voice advised. The voice was soft and very, very feminine.

He blinked in slow motion, the muscles of his eyelids strangely weak. Eventually, after several tries, he saw patterned whiteness above, and identified the shapes as ceiling tiles. A face leaned in towards him. A lovely face, even when out of focus.

“I’m Katrina,” the face smiled down at him.

“D…David,” he croaked, trying to catch hold of anything he could about where he was, or how he’d gotten here.

“I know. You’re in the hospital, David,” the face informed him. “I’m the night nurse. You had a pretty nasty accident. Do you remember?”

Accident? He remembered working late in the biology lab, trying to finish a project before final exams. He had worked until after midnight, and the snack machine out in the hall had eaten a dollar without dispensing a candy bar or any change, and…

Another memory gained traction, only for a moment. A car braking in front of him, and tapping the brake pedal in response… “I was driving home,” he whispered. “How… bad…”

“No permanent damage,” the voice soothed. “Your right fibula shattered in two places, and the top of your head took a real beating. You’re lucky. It could have been so much worse.”

“I… don’t remember…”

“You were in surgery for five hours. And your family has been notified. They should be here some time tomorrow.”

“But how…”

“Black ice,” she answered. “You hit a patch and wrapped your car around a tree.”

“Oh,” he replied. He tried to feel his right leg and his head, wondering how bad it all was. His body wasn’t quite there somehow. Probably painkillers.

“Would you like a sip of water?” the nurse, Katrina, asked.

“Sure. That would be nice.”

He felt and heard her movements somewhere beyond the foot of the hospital bed. His vision was clearing and he tried to lift his head slightly, but couldn’t.

“Here you are,” she almost sang, holding the cup in front of him. She looked at him intently and he realized that she was waiting for him to sit up. “You can do it,” she encouraged, and she was right.

His eyes focused on the Dixie cup filled with water at first, but the recognition of two curving shapes caused his gaze to go further, feasting on the creamy flesh nearly spilling out of the top of Katrina’s white uniform.

“Just take it in slowly,” she urged, and he sipped mechanically, his attention riveted by the dream tits leaning towards him. He quickly assessed the narrow waist beneath the tits and gulped. “More?” she asked, when the cup was empty.

“Yes! Please.”

Able to see the entire room now, David watched her come into complete focus as she retreated, and for the first time since awakening, he felt a part of his body come alive. He barely registered the cast on his right leg, looking beyond that and the rising sheet at his groin to admire her figure. Holy freaking wet-nurse! he thought, as she refilled his cup. The hem of her uniform was high, the neckline cut low, the white cotton filled with curves that made the tent in his sheet rise higher. David had seen pictures of porn stars dressed up in revealing fantasy nurse outfits, but this woman was better-looking and flat-out hotter than that.

She turned to look at him, a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Her blonde hair was pinned up at the back — probably some kind of regulation — and he could imagine how gorgeous she would look if she let it fall free.

He quietly used his arms to push himself up just a bit more, wanting to see her calves as she walked back to the side of his bed. He waited expectantly, but she remained in place, as though momentarily frozen. Wait, no, not frozen. Without looking at him, she set the cup down, and reached behind her neck, and unpinned her hair, bending over at the waist and shaking her head. Straightening with a flourish, her blonde mane every bit as magnificent as he’d imagined, she stood there looking… open.

He suddenly felt a tingling at the top of his head. Not pain, not the itching of a wound. It was different, and electric. An unfamiliar energy suddenly coursed through his body, invisibly connecting his head to his dick. As though the knowledge erupted to life in his mind, he knew.

Step to the left so I can see all of your legs, he directed, his heart racing.

The buxom blonde nurse looked momentarily confused, then slowly moved two steps to the left, turning to face him. Her posture changed, her right hip going out a bit, a hand resting on it. She looked like a model from a specialty costume catalog, posing to fulfill every nurse fantasy ever imagined.

Go check at the door to make sure we can be alone, he thought. Smooth and supple in her movements, she went to the door and looked both ways down the hall, then turned and faced him, awaiting more instructions.

David wouldn’t have been surprised to see his heart leaping out of his chest to do cartwheels on the sheets. Holy shit, holy shit! His head trauma… He could feel it inside his skull, the area that should be traumatized. Instead it felt newly alive, and supremely powerful.

Shake your head yes. She did. Shake your head no. She did. He was controlling her. He was freaking controlling her! A dozen fantasies swept through him in an instant, along with troubling questions. Was the effect permanent? Would they be alone like this a number of nights, or only now? How many chances did he have?

No answers, and no time to waste. You find me extremely attractive, he thought at her. You see that I love the way your body looks, and that excites you.

Katrina's eyes were slightly glazed as she stared back at him, seeing how he admired her. Her chest was heaving and her lower lip began to tremble. “Ohhhhhhh…” she sighed, shifting her weight, the other hip now pronounced. Her hands went to the buttons at the front of her dress, pausing in mid-action as though suddenly realizing what she had almost done.

Yes, play with your tits, he aimed. It doesn’t embarrass you to play with your tits in front of me. In fact, it makes you incredibly horny.

The cry that escaped her lips was like an explosion of steam. Katrina tore at the buttons holding her rack in check, exposing a lacy bra and all the soft flesh that lay within. Her hands dug into the cups, pulling her breasts up and out. She plucked at her nipples, her eyes closing, her beautiful thighs pressing together as though to stop the rush of a mighty river.

Show me see your legs, he directed. I want to see your legs!

Without hesitation she leaped onto the foot of his bed, planting her legs to either side of his feet. Her heels sank into the mattress as she swayed seductively above him, turning and hiking up her skirt, showcasing every angle of her shapely legs in their white stockings, front and rear. She was sublime from head to toe.

Pull the stockings down from your pussy. Show me how turned-on you are.

The stockings came partway down her creamy thighs, a pair of lace panties going with them. Her pussy was completely shaved. David hadn't seen all that many of them to compare, but this pussy looked almost possessed.

Jam two fingers up your pussy, and come to me, he thought next.

She groaned as a hand dug deeper under the miniscule hem of her uniform, She bent her legs sideways at the knees, spreading her thighs. He heard the sudden “squish” at the moment of insertion, and watched as her eyes fluttered, her mouth open but soundless. Her swaying upper torso jerked and she cried out, the smell of her wet pussy filtering out into the room.

The tent of his erection was perfectly framed by her legs, by her puppet-like finger-fucking arms and hands. David’s sheet twitched in response, and he could tell that she’d seen the movement. Her face was animated by abandonment and raw animal lust, and some other quality he couldn’t quite identify. An awareness, perhaps. A knowing. Could she feel the power of his commands as they bore into her mind? Did she retain some bit of fear or awe at his power? Could part of her still know that he was making her do these things?

His tongue reached out and wiggled, and he didn’t even need to think the command in mental-words. With the mattress scrunching one wiggle at a time, she maneuvered her masturbating body closer. With her heels planted at his waist, she leaned forward, bending at the waist to lower her immense breasts down to his waiting mouth. A large hard nipple met the tip of his outstretched tongue, the smooth flesh of her breasts continuing to surge forward, enveloping his face, pressing in hard. He brought his hands up and squeezed them, his lips dancing all around the amazing circumference of Katrina’s swollen nipple.

He felt like he could live for the rest of his life with these tits enveloping his head, but he wanted to see her expression when she came. From the sounds escaping her mouth, her detonation would come soon.

Your pussy! Bring your pussy to my tongue!

The ceiling reappeared for an instant as her boobs retreated. In an almost physical wave of female scent, her wet and red pussy appeared, delivered on widespread legs.

He wasn’t artful; he didn’t need to be. He licked wildly at the offered pussy, delivering further commands. Your excitement grows with every touch of my tongue. Heft your boobs. Mash them and squeeze them. You’re overcome with lust, your breasts are so sensitive, You’re entire body is on fire. You feel an orgasm coming…

She began to groan/pant.

It’s almost here…

Her vocalizations grew louder.

You’re going to explode as never before in three, two, one…

Her cries were almost animal, like the mating call of some strange bird. Her pussy jammed against his mouth as though she wanted it to disappear down his throat, and then she started to sway backwards. He looked up to witness the wide eyes, open mouth. She was amazed by the intensity of it.

More orgasms! he commanded. Stronger! Hotter!

Her birdlike cries became wails before the sound was choked off, the mega-orgasms ripping through her body. He saw something like a smile of stunned delight play at the corners of her mouth, just before her whole body seemed to crumple. With frightening slowness, her weight shifted sideways, and she toppled off the bed, thumping to the floor.

It had been too much for her. He had been too much for her. He feared for a moment that some other nurse would come into the room and find Katrina lying there, unconscious and thought-raped. But so what? He would control them, too, and make them forget what they had seen.

He wanted a blowjob, though. What a fucking idiot for laying his new abilities on Katrina so hard that he’d robbed himself of the opportunity to get his dick tended to.

“Ohhhhh godddd…” he heard from somewhere down on the floor. “That was wonderful!”

She was still conscious! Up on your feet, he instantly commanded. Give me the best blowjob that has ever been given!

He saw her hands before anything else, grasping at the edge of the mattress. Once on her feet, she drew the sheet back, and manipulated some opening in the patient’s gown he was dressed in to draw his cock up into the florescent light.

“Mmmmmm…” she hummed, apparently liking what she saw.

She didn’t rush, feathering the very tip of his cock with little micro-dabs of her tongue. The sensations were exquisite, but he also worried that they might not have much time.

“No one will come in to interrupt us,” she whispered between dabs.

Good. Maybe they could do this more than once.

“Oh, don’t worry — we’re going to do this plenty. You’re a fun one!”

Wait. How…

She opened her mouth and slipped half of him inside, circling around and around with her animated tongue.

“Unghh!” he couldn’t help grunting. She was so good at this, but how…

“Just shut up and enjoy it!” she said, exasperated, momentarily opening her mouth to speak.

“You’re reading my mind!” he hissed as she drew him deeper into her mouth. “How?”

She squeezed her lips and let him slide out with a loud “pop”. “Oh honey… I really hate to tell you this, but I’m the one with the mind powers.”

“You? But…” He didn’t know whether he was coming or going — he’d been certain that he had special powers, and now…

She took him into her mouth again, just long enough that he cried out from the bliss of it. Popping him back out again, she continued to explain. “David honey, you wouldn’t even be conscious yet without my help. And if you were, you’d be feeling a whole lot more pain than pleasure.”

More sucky licks, making him feel harder than he’d ever been in his life. He was definitely coming, not going.

“Mmmmmnnnn… You can’t imagine how it gets me hot, when someone like you thinks you’re the one controlling me. You might be the best one ever! You went right into the role the very first time, without me even having to make you.”

His cock went deeper into her mouth this time, her tongue fervent, her lips applying a new kind of pressure. “I… ohgod… really thought… unghh oh, oh, oh, Ohhhh!”

She milked his cock with her entire mouth and he came in a way that brought winking stars and pinwheels of color dancing through his brain. She drank him down for what seemed like forever. Finally, licking her lips as she straightened, she stuffed her boobs back inside the uniform, and worked to button herself up.

"That was... unbelievable..." he was able to whisper.

“That was only fair,” she replied, smiling at him. “After what you did for me.”

He didn’t understand. She’d read his lusty thoughts and play-acted, and he’d sucked her tits and gotten her to finger herself and he ate her pussy, but…

“It’s the foreplay, silly. That’s what gets me so hot. I just looooove it when they think they can do anything they want with me! Feeling you feel all that excitement over the power, when you really don’t have any at all… That’s golden! Sure I play-acted, but I didn’t have to fake a thing, sex-wise. You’re a little power-hungry hottie!”

This was horrible! Yet hot. But horrible!

“Stop that, now. The best news is that you’ll be laid up here for a couple of weeks. I’ll make you forget, and we can do this over and over again. And I can make it so you can do it as may times as I want, believe me.”

She looked at his wilted cock and winked, and in three or four magical seconds, it rose high again.

“I might even be ready to give it another go right now!” she beamed, drawing the sheets back over his body.

She smiled down at him, leaning in close. Goddamn this nurse’s tits looked big. She smoothed his sheets and her hands were close to his dick. He felt how hard he was, and wondered if she noticed.

“Would you like me to get you some water?” she asked.

“That would be nice.”

Her ass swayed in an un-nursely manner as she made her way to the other side of the room. He felt so horny just looking at her curves in the white uniform that he imagined he could already smell her pussy. She stuck her shapely ass out as she leaned down to pick up a Dixie cup. His cock made the tent in the sheets twitch — he couldn’t help it, because this nurse was fucking hot!

“My name is Katrina,” she informed him. As she filled a cup with water, he wondered just how full those breasts were. If she unbuttoned just one button, or better yet, two…

Incredibly, she did.