Frederick and Trillian link their arms together and look at each other. Really, they don't seem all that unhappy, but Doctor Povert never let a little thing like that faze him. After all, he'd worked very hard to get into the wonderful position of being able to fuck with just anyone that came in to see him.
"Okay, just wait a moment." He went to his cabinet, and drew out a dose of the drugs. A tab each for them, and a tab of a special related compound that gave him control over their hallucinations. Ah, but being in the intelligence agency for so many years did give him some perks.
He sat back down and drew out three tea cups. He picked up his phone and ordered his receptionist to free the rest of the day. Then he stood up once more, making a big show of his movements, and prepared three normal cups of tea. At least, they were normal until he dropped the tabs in.
"Please, please drink up." He motioned for the two to sip their cup. He carefully monitored them, to make sure they drank it to the last drop, and then quickly swallowed all of his own dosage.
***
It didn't take long for the effects to arise. The doctor knew this well: he felt the first stirring of his cock, and then quickly eased into what he considered the druid's own demi-plane. It seemed after all to be a place above earth. And here, waiting for him, in the blankness of the place, were his two "patients", just waiting for him to do something...
"Ah, here you are," he said. "Hmm, how shall we begin?" He took his hand to the air and molded it in an apple, which he bit into. Juicy and sweet, a little bit of it's liquid ran down his face.
<I wish it were semen on my face,> he heard from both mind's most inner parts. Interesting! A way perhaps to proceed.
"Well, then, where shall we start, hmm, Rices?"