Hypno Sleep - Brainwashed While Sleeping

Hypno Sleep – Brainwashed While Sleeping

Cindel Sabante

Copyright 2013© Cindel Sabante

All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual
persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

I stifled another yawn as I tried to read through the
thick sheaf of papers in my hand. The tiny print unfocused and letters seemed
to shift around at random as I stared.
How am I supposed to read this? Why
is the damn type so small?

I'd been trying to get through the medical release
form for nearly twenty minutes now and my frustration was mounting. I didn't
care if they released my medical information or recorded the sessions. I just
wanted some sleep! I gave up and signed the forms.

A research assistant was waiting for me at the
counter. Clad in a white lab coat and thick rimmed glasses, the man in front of
me looked every part the lab geek. He smiled when I walked up, and I watched as
his eyes darted over my body, checking me out.

I didn't mind. I actually liked the attention. But
looking was all the skinny lab tech was going to get from me. He was cute in a
nerdy kind of way but I liked a man who could pick me up and throw me down on
the bed. The lanky man in the lab coat was a far cry from the men I dated.

The research assistant looked through the forms as I
stood waiting. I yawned again.
So tired. Why can't I just fall asleep like a
normal person?

"Britney Lawson, Freshman, unmarried. Severe
insomnia since the beginning of the semester. Well, we can fix that." The
man in the lab coat set the clipboard down and smiled at me. "Everything
looks good here." His eyes drifted to my breasts. "Very good. So
let's get you in back and I'll explain a bit about the study."

Take a good look nerd boy. It doesn't matter how
tired I am, you're not my type.

His arm stretched out towards a set of double doors.
"If you'll just follow me. I'm James by the way. Dr. Mantego is running
the study, but he's leaving most of the casework to us undergrads. I expect
we'll be seeing a lot of each other in the coming weeks."

"So how's it going to work?" I asked as we
walked.

James spun around and started to walk backwards as he
talked. He was all smiles."We will be using a mix of binaural sound waves
to induce sleep. Primarily Alpha, Delta and Theta waves. Combined with sympathetic
lighting tuned to certain wavelengths, you should drift off quickly and sleep
until morning."

I have no idea what he just said.
"So,
what do I have to do? Is it complicated?"

He shook his head and turned back around. "Not
complicated at all. You just lie down, listen to the music, and watch the
pretty flashing lights."

Music and lights? How is that going to help my
insomnia?
"No pills or anything? How are music and a lightshow going
to make me sleep easier?"

James pushed open another set of doubles doors and I
followed him into a darkened room. Off to the side of the main room was an
office with a glass wall. A bank of computers and a single chair sat nestled in
the cramped space. But it was the main room that held my attention. In the
center, bathed in a ring of soft white light, stood a four post bed. The dark
floral pattern on the bedspread clashed awkwardly with the white walls and
tiled floor.

James moved toward the bed and patted the mattress as
he smiled back at me. "The best mattress money can buy. And we want you to
be as comfortable as possible, so if the sheets aren't to your liking, let us
know. The more relaxed you are, the easier the treatment takes hold."

"I've tried fancy beds and silky sheets. None of
it helps. You still haven't told me how this all works."

He picked up a pair of large earphones from off of the
mound of pillows. "Sleeping isn't just about closing your eyes and waking
up refreshed. While you sleep, your brain is processing the events of the past
few days. We use tonal music that stimulates certain brainwaves associated with
the different types of sleep. In effect, we control your night. It's kind of
like hacking the brain."

The thought of James, or anyone, messing with my head
sent a shiver down my spine. But pills didn't work. Special diets, fancy beds,
exercise regimens; none of those had worked either. This sleep study was my
last chance to get a good night's rest. "When do we start?"

James pushed up his sleeve and glanced at his watch.
"How long does it take you to get ready for bed?"

"Wait... now? It's still early!"

"According to the questionnaire, you've been
sleeping an average of two hours a day. We'll have plenty of time to normalize
your sleeping schedule, but for now, we have to get you rested up first. So,
changing room is over there," he pointed towards a door in the back of the
room. "Doubles as your bathroom. Take whatever time you need to get ready
for bed. Remember, the more relaxed you are, the easier this goes. Just push
the button on the wall when you are ready to turn in." And with that, my
nerdy lab tech walked out of the room.

I looked around after the doors closed. Other than the
bed, the room really was bare. I pushed my hand against the mattress, testing
out the bed.
Memory foam. Should be fine.
The pillows were thick and
fluffy. The sheets were soft and felt good against my arms.
Good bed.
I
pushed down on the mattress, trying to see if the bed creaked.
Quiet too.

A black dome in the ceiling caught my eye. The forms
I'd signed said I might be recorded, but I hadn't expected the camera right
over the bed. But then, I didn't expect anything I'd seen so far. All I knew
about the study before I'd arrived earlier was what the ad in the school paper
had told me. The study had a high success rate and paid a decent amount of
money at the end. The money was a bonus. I just wanted some sleep.

I stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. Lights
turned on automatically. I slipped my overnight bag off my shoulder and unpacked.
Toothbrush, paste, make-up. Fresh clothes for the morning and a nightie for
bed. I unfolded the nightie and pressed it to my body before turning towards
the mirror. The light pink dress ended a few inches before my knees. I
instantly regretted not bringing pajama pants.
I know for next time. The
nightie might cover me up, but not as much as I want. I didn't think I'd be
recorded.

I pulled my chestnut hair up into a ponytail, then
slipped out of my day clothes. I unhooked my bra as well, letting the lacy
white garment slip down my arms to join the rest of my discarded clothes on the
floor. Left in nothing but a pair of thong undies, I pulled the nightie over my
head and let the loose nightshirt settle over my skin. When I looked in the
mirror, I could see my nipples pressing against the cotton.
Great. James is
going to love this.

My bare feet slapped against the cold tiles as I left
the bathroom. With my arms crossed over my chest, I pushed the red button on
the wall. In seconds, James was back in the room with me.
Was he just
waiting outside?

"All set then?" he asked. "Do you need
a glass of water or something before we start?"

I shook my head.
I want to sleep, not talk to you
all night.
"Let's get started. I really hope this works."

"Well, hop up on the bed and get comfortable. I
have to get a few things queued up. Back in a minute." James disappeared
into the small monitoring room.

I climbed onto the bed and slipped under the warm
sheets. The light above me dimmed before changing from soft white to a multicolored
rainbow that shifted randomly. "Pretty..."

"And functional," James said as he walked
towards the bed. "The lights respond to the music. The combination of
aural and visual stimuli increases the chance of success nearly tenfold."

"As long as I pass out, I don't care what you
have to do."

James laughed and picked up the headphones. He slid
the soft leather cups over my ears and adjusted the headband. Satisfied with
the fit, he pulled a cup away from my ear for a moment.
"Comfortable?"

With half a yawn, I answered. "Yes. Thank
you."

"Good." The ear cup pressed back to my head.
As soon as it did, soft, melodic music filled my ears.
That's pretty too...

My eyes grew heavy almost instantly. The shifting
lights danced above me as the music lulled me to sleep. But before my eyes
closed completely, James touched my leg, trying to get my attention. His hand
lingered on my thigh as he mouthed a few words that I didn't understand. But
when he pointed towards the small monitoring room, then back to himself, the
meaning was clear. I gave him a thumbs up and dropped my head back to the
mattress. I was so distracted with the lights above me that I didn't notice
just how long his hand seemed to hover on my thigh, or how James slipped his
palm down my leg, nearly to the ankle, before pulling away.

My eyes shut. The music rose and fell, shifting
constantly. I tried to concentrate on the otherworldly tones, but my mind
fogged as the lights above me faded and bloomed along with the dulcet tones.
Within minutes, I was asleep.

*****

M
y eyes fluttered open as I pushed myself up into a
sitting position. The music had stopped and the room was dark.
What time is
it?
I stepped from the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom, with a
lightness in my step. I hadn't felt this good in months. But before I reached
the bathroom door, a voice from behind me made me jump.

"Morning sleepyhead,” called James from across
the room. "Or should I say, good afternoon?"

No way. It was barely dinnertime when I fell
asleep.
I turned around and when my eyes fell to James, he was wearing the
same cocksure grin and white lab coat from yesterday, but something was
different about the lab tech.
Was he always so cute?

I shook my head as I stared at the man across the
room. He hadn't changed physically, but somehow, I had butterflies in my
stomach when I looked at him. And when he took a step closer, I felt a tingle
between my legs.
What the hell?

"Forget how to speak since yesterday?" he
asked as he closed on me.

I ran a hand though my hair and took a step back. With
every step James took, my body wanted him that much more. Something was wrong
here. My hand closed around the door knob to the bathroom and I pushed the door
open while still facing James.
"
I... I'm just not a morning person.
Back in a minute."

As the door closed I caught a whiff of his aftershave.
The heady scent of spices sent tingles over my skin. Before I knew it, my
nipples were as hard as diamonds and pressing against the tight cotton nightie.
I had to grab onto the edge of the sink to steady myself as my knees grew weak.

What the hell is happening?! Could too much sleep
do this? And since when did skinny lab geeks turn me on?

James knocked on the door. "Hey, want anything to
eat? Or some coffee? I know a great place right off campus."

Ohh God, he's asking me to breakfast!
But as
the rational side of my brain struggled with my strange feelings towards James,
another part of me wanted to open the door and push him to the ground. Or maybe
I would fall to the floor in front of him.
James likes me on my knees.

"What the hell?!" I turned on the faucet and
splashed cold water over my face, trying to clear out the thoughts of me and
James.
He's not my type. This is wrong.
But when I stepped into the
shower, a new voice rose up within me. And the voice wasn't my own. It was
James'.

"What is your type? When was the last time
you've had a man inside of you?"
The voice asked
. "James would
be good to you. I would be good to you. I would make you feel so good..."

I shut my eyes tight as hot water beat against my
skin.
Got to get myself together. Got to snap out of this.
But those
thoughts died a quick death when I turned around in the small shower and the
water sprayed across my hardened nipples. The simple touch of the shower's
spray against my sensitive nubs were enough to send me into convulsions. I
wasn't sure when my hand dropped between my legs, but it didn't leave again
until I came a minute later.

Breathing heavily, I stepped out of the shower,
leaving watery footprints on the clean, white tile. I wrapped myself in a towel
as I tried to process everything.
Is this just what being rested feels like?
Have I simply forgotten how horny I used to be?
I liked this line of
reasoning better than the only other explanation that came to mind. I was
either horny or I was crazy.
I'll take horny every time.

With that behind me, I started my morning routine.
Teeth and hair were brushed, then I put on my face. But when I took out my
eyeliner case, with various shades of powder to choose from, I found myself
dipping the tiny applicator into a color I never used.
James likes green.
James will think I'm pretty.

The thought made no sense, but I didn't question it.
When I was done with my make-up, I slipped into my day clothes and stepped out
of the bathroom. And when I opened the door to find James waiting for me
outside, my heart skipped a beat. I batted my eyes and smiled.

He pointed towards his own eyes as he spoke. "I
like the green. It's my favorite color."

"Thank you."

"So... hungry?"

My stomach growled.
What's wrong with breakfast? A
girl's got to eat.
"I could go for something to eat." But as I
finished the sentence, my eyes drifted down to his crotch. I saw myself on my
knees again, this time with my hand slowly reaching into his pants to pull out
his thick cock.
Good girls get to swallow.

I had to get out of here. If I stayed around James any
longer, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to control myself. Even now, as I looked
at him, my heart beat faster and my fingers flexed as they grabbed at imaginary
cocks. "But I just remembered, I have class! I uhh, I have to go James.
Sorry! Some other time!" I pushed past him, and when his hand brushed
against my arm, I nearly froze and fell to my knees right there. But then I was
through the swinging doors and headed down the hall, putting distance between
me and the suddenly irresistible lab tech.