The Sergeant didn't say anything. He fidgeted in the chair, looking more and more uncomfortable by the second. I waited for another thirty seconds before I spoke again.
"Sergeant.....I'm waiting. The code, if you please. Be a good Marine. Be my good Marine and tell me the code, Sergeant," I said in a disapproving tone.
The Sergeant's head snapped up and his eyes flow open. He looked about for a second before he launched himself up and off of the chair and on to his feet. I felt a sudden icicle of fear stab me in the gut, as he walked over to where I was sitting. It looked like I had pushed him too hard and he had slipped out of my hypnotic control! This had never happened before! I was in for a beating that would make what the gay bashers had done to me, look like two people bumping into each other on the street. My legs tensed as I got ready to make a dash to the door.
The Sergeant fell to his knees in front of me, his hands and arms assuming a prayer position. "Please don't make me tell, sir! I'm begging you! Please don't make me tell! I'll fail in my mission if I tell! I'll let down my Captain and the entire Corps, if I tell! I don't want to be a bad Marine!" The Sergeant sobbed, tears streaming down his anguished face. In an instant I had reduced this powerful confident impressive man, into a sobbing cowering little boy. I was on the verge of breaking his spirit, if not crushing it. I had not intended this to happen. I had to fix this and fast. But how?
"Please, sir! Please don't make me tell!" The Sergeant repeated as he continued to sob and cry while on his knees before me.
I reached over and touched his forehead with my fingers. A brief but deep mental scan of his mind showed that the Sergeant's thoughts were in turmoil, and that he was also telling me the truth. I had not told him that he could not lie to me, so I felt it necessary to confirm that he was not dissembling. With that possibility eliminated, I had to come up with some other course of action. It was time to hit the reverse thrust, and back out of this mess, if I could.
'You are now calm and at peace, Sergeant.' As I inserted those commands into his mind, the Sergeant stopped sobbing and the tears stopped flowing down his cheeks. The Sergeant's arms dropped limply to his sides as he relaxed his body. His face lost all expression as my mental commands took hold of his mind. I quickly adjusted the Sergeant's memory of the past few minutes completely removing his memories of me asking him to tell me the access code. Now what he remembered was being in trance, and being made to kneel down in front of me, and crying for joy at how good it felt to be able to let go so much that he could assume a submissive position in front of me, and still be a good Marine and loyal to the Corps. (Okay. Listen up all you slut puppies out there. I was NOT going to get him to stick that beefy beautiful butt of his up in the air for me. Yes that would be a truly submissive position. Yes, that would have been delightful sight to see, I had enough problems to deal with right now. Besides, I could not be sure that we were not being observed, and there was no reason to humiliate the Sergeant.)
"Return to your chair, Sergeant. Sit back down in it and go deeper in to hypnosis and enjoy yourself. Go to that special place in your mind where you are safe, secure and nothing with disturb you," I told him.
The Sergeant climbed to his feet and looked down at me for a second or two before he turned about and headed for his chair. He sat down and made himself comfortable. A heartbeat later his head dropped down to his chest as he slumped down into the chair, his arms hanging loose and limply by his side, his legs spread wide open at the knees. His face once again had that silly sappy grin. So things were back to normal, or what passed for normal in this instance.
A glance at the clock on the table showed 23 minutes left. Another idea popped into my head. If I convinced the Sergeant that the clock read zero, he would open the door and allow me to leave the room. I would pass the Council of Coins' test. He would at first not realize that he had been tricked into failing in his mission. He would undoubtedly be upset when he discovered the truth, which was bound to happen. He'd never trust me to hypnotize him again, after that though. He would go into hypnosis, since with super hypnosis he really did not have a choice, but there would be a basic distrust of me that would cause him to resist any commands I gave him, at least at some level. Unless I altered his memory of those events as well. This was turning into a lot of work, no matter what path I chose to take. It wasn't worth it. I didn't care about passing the Council of Coins' test THAT badly. Having a Marine Sergeant that I could potentially hypnotize, and play with, in the foreseeable future was a lot more appealing to me than passing this arbitrary test. I decided to wait out the clock.
The Sergeant didn't just sit there doing nothing, though. I had him stand up and walk around a bit. I had him come to attention and I had him stand at ease. I even had him salute me a few times, which I found thrilling and sexually exciting. Boy was THAT an understatement! Let's just say it was a good thing I was not wearing snug pants or I might have experienced a major degree of discomfort. I was able to examine the Sergeant's uniform very closely. I did not touch it though. As tempting as it was to grope that Marine butt, I kept my hands off. So while my eyes and my mind were happy, for my hands it was a somewhat sadder story. As far as I knew the Sergeant was straight. I really did not have the time to dive into that subject, so I let it be. All too soon the clock was showing three. I had the Sergeant return and sit back down in his chair.
"I am going to count from zero to five, Sergeant, where zero is your current state of hypnosis or an even deeper state than this, and five is when your eyes are open and you have returned to a normal non-hypnotic state, remembering everything that happened when I hypnotized you," I said. (So that was not exactly true, dear reader, but that was beside the point.)
The Sergeant nodded his head. He was so used to following my instructions now that he didn't think about it, he just agreed and did it. Well those instructions that did not conflict with his orders or his mission, anyway.
"Coming out of hypnosis and returning to normal now Sergeant. Awaking feeling refreshed and relaxed and maybe even happy. Zero. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Wide awake, Sergeant!!! Wide Awake!!!!" I called out to him.
"Where am I? What happened?" The Sergeant asked as he blinked his eyes and looked about. He saw me sitting there and a big happy grin came to his face, as his confusion faded away. He stood up, swayed for a second or two and then caught himself. I stood up a second or two after he did. I waited for him to say or do something.
"You're good, sir. You're really good," he said with a touch of awe in his voice. "I would never have believed an experienced Marine like me could be hypnotized but you did it. I feel great, like I just had an eight hour sleep."
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I enjoyed giving you those orders. It's not every day I get to boss a Marine around, Sergeant," I said with a smile. I was relieved that things had turned out so well. The Sergeant had no inkling of the traumatic experience that had been erased from his mind. I'd slipped up badly, but I had managed to correct the situation.
"Keep taking me deep like that, and you can march me around the room anytime you like, sir," replied the Sergeant. "Why did you wake me up anyway?"
"We were nearly out of time," I answered as I pointed to the clock which now read two.
"Yeah, I guess you kind of had to do that. My mission is nearly over," the Sergeant said, after he glanced at the clock. If he was surprised at the passage of time, he concealed his reaction well. "It was kind of fun, and I did have a good time." The Sergeant sat back down in his chair. I guessed he was more comfortable sitting. I sat back down in my seat as well.
"As did I, Sergeant. You are an excellent hypnosis subject. I am honoured that you trusted me enough to let me hypnotize you. It was a rare privilege for me," I said earnestly. "Do you have any questions or concerned regarding what you experienced?"
"Yeah, I've got one," he answered. "You didn't give me any special word to go back into hypnosis, right?" He looked at me questioningly.
"Come to think of it, no, I didn't," I said with surprise. "I didn't give you a post hypnotic suggestion, or what is referred to as a 'trigger', to re-enter hypnosis. We didn't have time to discuss that subject."
The Sergeant looked at me thoughtfully, nodding his head in silent agreement. I did not know what he was thinking, since I was not touching him and thus could not scan his mind. I sighed softly to myself as I realized that I regretted not giving the Sergeant a trigger for re-entering hypnosis. I wanted to ask the Sergeant if he would like to do some future sessions with me, but there wasn't time to broach the subject now. The Sergeant's mission was going to be over in a less than a minute, and it was extremely unlikely that our paths would ever cross again. I smiled at the Sergeant, as friendly as I could be. Inside though, I was smiling at the irony of the situation. I'd blown my opportunity to hypnotize this hunky handsome Marine Sergeant in his gorgeous Dress Blue class C uniform, sometime in the future, because I'd become distracted by how good he looked in that same uniform. If I'd spent less time eyeballing the Sergeant and having him pose for me, I'd have been able to take the few minutes needed to ask him if he wanted a future hypnosis session with me. Yes, I could have easily convinced the Sergeant that he really wanted to do hypnosis with me again. That would not have presented any problems. But I'd blown it now.
A soft gong sounded in the room. I glanced over at the clock on the table and noticed that it read zero. The motion of the Sergeant standing up snatched my attention from the clock and back to the Marine.
"It's been interesting, sir," the Sergeant said after he stood up. I stood up and watched as the Sergeant walked to the door. It was a nice view. (I'm an ass man, remember dear reader?) A few seconds later the door slide open, the Sergeant walked through the doorway, and the door slide shut, cutting off my view of the Sergeants retreating backside. I took one step towards the door, when I was stopped by a voice that seemed to come from the wall directly behind me.
"Please return to your seat, Mister Walton. We have much to discuss," said a male voice that I did not recognize. I had expected to hear Mary's voice since she was on the Council of Coins.
I sighed as I resigned myself to the fact that the test might be over, but the discussion about the results had just started. The fun, such as it had been, was over. Now the real work began.
Chapter 14. Pass or Fail
"I don't wish to sound rude, but is this going to take long?" I asked the blank wall in front of me, as I sat back down in the hard chair in the white room.
"It will take, as long as it takes, Mister Walton," answered the strange male voice. The voice was calm and pleasant.
Great, I'm being interviewed by Yoda, I thought to myself. My mood wasn't good. I had just bid farewell to a handsome hunky, stud of a Marine Sergeant whom I had super hypnotized, and I was most likely never going to see him again. I sighed again and sternly pushed those thoughts aside. The sooner I dealt with the Council of Coins, the sooner I could get out of here and return home. The sudden thought struck me that maybe this was not the Council of Coins after all, but some other group of people. It didn't make much difference though. Mary had started me on this test, so I knew the Council of Coins was involved in some way.
"We watched your encounter with the Marine Sergeant most closely, Mister Walton. We have only one question," said the unknown voice.
"Which is?" I prompted.
"Did you pass the test, Mister Walton?" The voice asked.
"Aren't you supposed to determine that?" I countered. I wasn't following their line of reasoning at all. How could I know if I'd passed the test, when I didn't know what the test was?
"You were told the parameters of the test, were you not?" Asked the voice.
"Well, yes," I answered.
"Therefore, you can answer the question, Mister Walton," the voice responded. "Did you pass the test?"
I thought for the moment, as I reviewed what Mary had told me just over an hour ago. My task had been to leave the room before the hour was up. I had not done that. Seemed pretty clear to me that I had failed the test. "No, I did not pass the test. I failed it. I did not leave the room within the allotted time interval."
"That is our conclusion as well," the voice said. "Please state the combination for the door, Mister Walton," the voice said.
What the heck. It could do no harm. I guessed that they wanted to confirm that I had read the Marine Sergeant's mind. Doubtlessly they had been observing me, so they knew it was likely I had obtained that information. For some unknown reason they needed confirmation of that fact. I decided to play along. "The combination to the door is two seven five nine zero." I said clearly.
"Thank you, Mister Walton. Is there anything further you wish to declare regarding the test you have just completed, or any other information of which you think we should be made aware?"
I thought for a moment, and debated about mentioning the mental shield that I had encountered and that someone from outside the room had placed it over the Sergeant's mind. I didn't know why it was there. I concluded that it was part of the test, and thus the Council of Coins already knew about it. There was no point in telling them what they already knew. "Nothing comes to mind," I answered.
"Everyone please remain where you are," the voice said a few moments later.
As the voice finished speaking, the wall to my right started to sink quickly downward into the floor. In only a few moments I found myself in a much larger room, with a man in it. He was dressed in a dark blue two piece business suit with a light blue dress shirt and a plain navy tie. He sat calmly in a chair similar to the one I was sitting it. The room he was in seemed to be a clone of the room I had been in before the wall had receded into the floor. I had barely taken those facts, when the right wall of this new room started to sink quickly downward.
A second new room was displayed, outfitted in the same manner as the first new room. Another man wearing jeans and a gray t-shirt was sitting on one of the chairs in this room. Moments later the right wall in this third room sank into the floor revealing yet another room beyond it with still another man sitting in a chair. This man appeared to be wearing a white long sleeved dress shirt, with a pair of khaki pants. I wasn't surprised when the right wall of this new room also started to sink in to the floor. This was becoming tedious.
This fourth room was displayed and to my surprise a woman in a smart business suit with jacket and skirt was sitting in one of the two chairs. The right wall on this room did not start to move, so I guessed that the little theatrics with the moving walls had come to its conclusion.
I was wrong. The wall opposite the doors in all of these rooms sank into the floor. I was only mildly surprised to see the Council of Coins sitting there at their table. The other four strangers did not react to this appearance of the Council of Coins with any more surprise than I did. I realized that they had most likely just undergone a test similar to my own. I was mildly curious to see if they had passed.
"The testing is complete. We will now inform you of the results," Mary said in that matter of fact voice of hers. "We will state the first names of the candidate after which the Council members will signify their votes."
"We will begin with Jenny," Mary said. The Council members held up their right arms and in their right hand they each held their coin, so that everyone could see the coins clearly. There were eight white coins facing the candidates.
"Now Brent," Mary said. The eight white coins remained held up.
"Now Tim," Mary said. Again the eight white coins remained.
"Now Brian," Mary said. Once again the eight white coins remained.
"Finally, Paul," Mary said. Every coin was turned around so that it showed the black side instead of the whites side. The council lowered their right hands and arms back onto the surface of the table. Their right hands closed firmly about their coins.
Boy, when I fail at something I really go all out. It looks like there was a four way tie, where as I was out of the running. I looked over at the other candidates. They looked back at me with stunned surprise painted on their faces. I had expected them to smile at their obvious success in passing the Council of Coin's test. I figured it was time for me to go, so I turned around and started walking towards the door intending to leave.
"All of you need to remain here to witness the second part of the test," Mary said. "All candidates, whether or not they passed the first test, must take part in the second test."
Great more of my time being wasted, I thought to myself. I sighed softly as I turned back to face the Council.
"One by one, each of you is to approach the Council table, and hold the single coin that you find there in your hand for thirty seconds," Mary said firmly. "We shall go in the same order as we announced the votes. Jenny, please approach the Council table and pick up the coin."
The attractive woman in the business attire confidentially marched up to the table and placed the black and white coin in the open palm of her right hand. Nothing happened, and after thirty seconds or so, she placed the coin on the table and returned to her position, the sour look on her face evident of her displeasure at the result, or rather the lack of a result.
"Now you, Brent," Mary said.
The man named Brent approached the Council table nervously and gingerly picked up the coin, almost as if he was afraid it was going to bite him. He placed it in the open palm of his left hand, and there was a brief flash of light. It wasn't very strong but I was surprised by it. Brent smiled as he put the coin back on the table, turned and returned to his position.
"Now you, Tim," Mary said. She did not seem the least bit interested in the reaction of the coin to Brent's touch.
Tim walked up and repeated what the other two persons had done. The coin flashed briefly once for Tim as well. Tim put the coin back on the table and returned to his position.
"Your turn, Brian," Mary said, her voice and face as calm as when this testing had begun. She was not letting any hint of her opinion about the results of the testing show on her face or in the tone of her voice.
Brian approached the table with a great deal of self confidence. He gracefully picked up the coin and placed it in the palm of his right hand. The coin flashed very brightly three times, and then stopped. Brian smiled gently as he put the coin on the table and returned to his position. He looked over at me, and flashed me a smug look, as if to say 'I win, you lose'.
I didn't react. I already knew that I'd lost. I'd failed the first test. I saw little point in taking part in this second test, other than it would confirm that whatever it was that they were looking for, I didn't have it.
"Finally, Paul," Mary called out.
I walked up to the table and picked up the black and white coin. This was the first time that I'd gotten a really close look at these coins. The metal was cool to the touch and the white side seemed a pure as could be, while the black side seemed to be darker than pitch black moonless night. I placed the coin in the open palm of my right hand, black side down.
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