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Celebrity Hypnotist Part Seven (2/5)
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Office Of The Head Of The Organization.
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At the same time as I was telling Bart about The Home
Improvement fiasco, The Head was in a meeting with a man who was
quickly rising in the ranks of The Organization. The meeting
was interrupted when the phone rang.
The Head took the phonecall, apologizing to Kevin.
"The cheque bounced? Okay send some info to Ken Starr, the cigar
incident should do the trick," he paused,"Push it all the way
to impeachment if you have to, it didn't work with Nixon but no one will
want to repeat his mistakes."
He hung up.
"Mr Clinton?" asked Kevin.
The Head nodded, then said.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you Mr Spacey, you were saying."
"Indeed," he said,"I've been helping in the inquiries into the
murdered Operatives from our colleagues last assignment."
He nodded,"As part of your bid to move into the management sector
of our Organization. What have you come up with?"
"From our interrogation of the photographer we discovered that
he was informed of the... event, by a mysterious woman. We were unable
to discover anything else despite very meticulous examination of his
correspondence, e-mail, phone records and rendezvous with various
sources. It seemed we'd come up with a dead end until I came across the
idea to cross reference our colleagues past assignments with known problems
The Organization has come across."
"And what did you come up with?" asked The Head, leaning forward
in interest.
"Our colleague remains the number one supplier for The Organization
but he seems to have lost his usual tight control. Problems have slipped
in to several of his last assignments. The Friends assignment ended
prematurely when Lisa Kudrow dealt to him, then acted outside of the
script for some spontaneous action. He himself acted outside the script
on his very next assignment with Daphne Zuniga, then his Mad About You
assignment for our own Mr Clinton ended prematurely when a tour group
appeared from nowhere. His setup for the so-called Bat-Orgy was admirably
executed as usual, but the actual event itself ended early with the
arrival of the photographer and the discovery that two of our Operatives
were missing, later discovered to have been murdered."
"Are you suggesting he is sabotaging his own assignments?" asked
The Head incredulously.
"Not at all," replied Kevin,"In fact I believe they are being
sabotaged by the only common connection I could find."
"And that is?"
"Lisa Kudrow," he replied, closely monitoring how The Head would
react.
The Head blinked twice, then smiled,"Well done Mr Spacey, what
do you know about her?"
"I know she's supposed to be a very lowly member of the management
team," he replied,"But that she is actually responsible for a great deal
more... I suspect you are grooming her to be your replacement and are
keeping her in her position so no one will attempt to manipulate her."
He smiled once more, not the false grin he usually reserved for
his show, but warm and friendly,”It seems I have underestimated you, Mr
Spacey... but I find it unlikely that Mrs Kudrow would deliberately
sabotage our most efficient and highest supplier."
"Unless she was interested in bringing The Organization
down," Kevin replied,"Or she wanted to weaken it so she could step into
your seat much earlier."
The Head obviously hadn't considered this.
Eventually he said,"Thank you Kevin, you've certainly opened
my eyes to new possibilities... including a possible new future
replacement."
His meaning was clear, if Lisa was indeed sabotaging The Celebrity
Hypnotist, he would find out why and then get her out of the way, not
necessarily in that order, and that would leave the way clear for Kevin
Spacey to become The Head's eventual successor.
Except Kevin had no intention of waiting any longer then he had
to, he already had plans to be rid of The Head within a month, or as
soon as he had discovered where Lisa Kudrow stood.
He left the Office smiling, while The Head went about trying
to resolve the Gillian Anderson problem.
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The Home Improvement Fiasco.
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With a prodigious show of strength (well it would have been
if I wasn't in a easily breakable plaster cast) I smashed the concrete
away and stood staring fiercely at Debbe, who smiled seductively and
stood up. She watched as I began stripping my clothes off, lightly
sucking on one finger. I had a little trouble getting my jeans off, in
my apparent eagerness I forgot to unbutton the top button of my fly,
so my cock was trapped sticking out of the crotch. This was of course
a humorous moment put in for the audience so we could retain that whole
sitcom feel for the client...
"What?" I asked as Bart cut me off.
"Who was the client?" he repeated.
"I don't know," I replied dismissively,”I don't always have to
know, it really doesn't always interest me. When it's a big client they
might tell me so I get the message everything has to go right,
and sometimes I find out just for the sake of finding out, but this time
I didn't really care."
"Right," replied Bart, losing his momentary interest,"Back to
the story."
Back to the story, no apology for cutting me off when I was
obviously into he story. Still, at least it meant he thought he was
in charge.
....but the audience didn't even titter. Now this problem was
beginning to register at the back of my mind.
Debbe turned around and slowly pulled the straps of her tight
fitting overalls down past her shoulders. She peeled the tight denim
down, revealing tight little denim shorts that seemed to be disappearing
up her ass. She stepped out of the overalls, then slowly peeled her
little shorts - panties included - down past her beautifully rounded ass
and revealed her firm, tanned asscheeks to me. Then she lifted her shirt
up, I could only see her back but the audience would be treated to the
sight of her magnificent breasts. There should have been a long, drawn
out ooohhh but the moaning and cries of pleasure continued unabated. I
was still ignoring it, and Debbe was programmed not to notice them, since
she actually thought she was Heidi and I was Tim Taylor.
She bent over the workbench, presenting her magnificent ass to
me, twisting her head she said to me.
"What are you waiting for Timmy, come and get me."
I stepped forward and slid one hand over her wonderful ass,
sliding my fingers between her asscrack, pressing for a second against
her asshole. I considered for a second, I had just recently buttfucked
a woman for the first time and I wondered about making an addition to
the script... but then my hand slid down and felt her wet pussy, juices
already flowing, and my mind was instantly back on track.
Her cunt was shaven around the lips, and lightly trimmed around
the muff. It looked incredibly tight and hot, and grabbing my cock in
hand I pushed forward, pressing the tip between her cuntlips.
"Come on Tim," she moaned,"Put that big thing in me!"
I had just cum minutes earlier in her mouth, and my still erect
cock should have been aching, but I had hypnotized myself earlier to
not feel the pain, and convinced my mind that after the blowjob I would
release a rush of endorphins (easy enough to do when you knew as much
about the subconscious minds incredible control over the brain as I did)
and feel double their usual effect.
Grabbing her by both hips and staring down at her beautiful butt,
I pushed forward with a mighty plunge and my cock pushed all the way into
her hot, steamy twat.
Debbe screamed in pleasure as she felt the sudden, incredible
penetration, arching her back up and grabbing the other end of the work
bench, holding it tightly and keeping herself in place as I began to pull
out of her cunt. Her tight little pussy trying to hold me back as I
pulled out.
But pull back I did, until just my cockhead remained clasped
by her snug, tight little fuckhole. My hard prick glistened with Debbe
Dunning's pussy-juice, her tightly stretched cuntlips pulled out as they
clung to my shaft. She moaned loudly, wanting me to push my cock back
into her cunt. So of course I did as she wanted, and pushed forward
again, slamming the full length of my cock back into the vice-like grip of
her cunt.
"Whooooa," I grunted,"Woman tight!"
Nothing, no laughter from the audience.
"A lot tighter than Jill?" she asked, but I didn't answer, continuing
to fuck the hot young star.
My cock slid in and out of my horny assistants pussy like some
machine piston. One of my hands had slid around her waist as I leaned
over till my head was slightly above and next to hers. Soon my fingers
were pressing against her clitoris. Her plump tits were pressed against
the workbench, her nipples grinding against the wood as her body began
moving backwards and forwards with each thrust of my cock into her cunt,
her hands holding her in place for now.
"Fuck me!" she screamed,"Fuck me hard, fill my cunt with your
cock!"
"Damn straight," I murmured, my hips banging against her ass
with each thrust, I fucked her harder and harder, loving the feel of her
cunt clasping onto my cock and her ass ramming against my pelvis everytime
I pushed forward.
- The other scene must be going well, - I thought, - Considering
all that noise. -
-
"UHHH!" cried Patricia Richardson as she felt Richard's rather
large cock press against the entrance to her pussy, then push forward
as he entered her.
He had been reluctant, trying to convince her this wasn't what
she wanted, but she had quickly overridden him and his natural instincts
had taken over.
Now the sexy woman lay on her back on a table in the
still conveniently empty bar, her tits were large and plump, hanging
to her sides with only the slightest indication of sag. Her pussy-hair
wasn't shaved, but she kept it trimmed down. Her cuntlips were lined
with a thin growth of furry pussy-hair.
She made a low, animalistic cry of passion deep in her throat as
she felt his long, fat cock penetrating her pussy. Lifting up her firm,
toned legs she wrapped them around Richard's waist, holding him down,
making sure he wouldn't have any second thoughts.
Richard began to push in and out of her tight, crammed to the
brim cunt with urgent, desperate strokes. His ass lifting her legs up
and down with every pelvic motion.
"Yeah," she moaned,"Do it, fuck me Al! I'll show Tim he's not
the only one who can cheat!"
If Richard had had any doubts about being the tool for her revenge
they were quickly dispelled the moment his cock entered her tight cunt,
which wrapped around his cock tightly.
She arched her back, pressing her head against the table as
Richard grabbed her shoulders, pressing her tits together as he began
thrusting harder, thrilling to the incredible heat and tightness of
Patricia Richardson fuckhole.
"Take it, take it!" moaned Richard as he rammed into her with
his fat cock.
Pat's hands gripped at the edges of the table as Richard's cock
fucked into her, his thick shaft rasping along the top wall of her cunt
and her clit with each and every stroke. Her tits were pressed together
between his arms as he clutched her shoulders, his eyes staring into hers
as he fucked her faster and faster. His fat cock penetrated her deeply,
the walls of her cunt actually stretching around his shaft and she loved
the feel of him inside of her.
Richard seemed to be timing his thrusts to her breathing, which
was coming faster and faster, she was gasping for air, moaning and groaning
excitedly as she was fucked by her husbands assistants cock.
She longed to feel every last inch of his cock in her, it wasn't
enough to have him push all his cock in, she wanted him to grind the base
of his cock against her pubic bone. She wanted him to cram every last
little inch of his fat cock into her gripping, eager pussy.
"It's coming, it's coming!" moaned Richard.
"Me too, me too, yes!" she squealed.
He began fucking her harder and harder, his cock pushing in and
out of her hotly clasping cunt. His back arched up as far as it could
go and he thrust his hips forward, pushing every last inch of cock as deep
into her cunt as could. Her legs tightened around his waist and if it
hadn't been for the marvelous sensation of running through his groin he
would have felt pained.
"GNNNNNGGGHH!" growled Richard.
"HMMMNNNNAAGGGH!!" cried out Patricia.
Her cunt clamped down harder than before around his cock as she
began her orgasm. Richard continued to grind his cock against her cunt
as he felt her juices begin to gush out of her snatch. His cock was so
firmly ensconced inside her cunt her juices were trapped inside, and
he could feel the warm fluids against his cock.
"Huh!" grunted Richard as shot his sperm into her cunt, mixing
with her juices. His entire body was so tensed up that he locked into
place for a few moments, then it relaxed and he collapsed on top of her.
For a few seconds he remained that way, then he rolled off of her, his
cock pulling loose from her pulsating cunt with a slurping noise, then
her juices ran out onto the bar table.
She lightly felt up her breasts, a smug, satisfied look on her
face,"That'll show you Toolman."
-
"Yes, yes, give it to me, fuck me!" cried Debbe as I continued
to fuck her. Her tight cunt was so hot it felt like my cock was on fire,
her pussylips were clamping down around my cock with each lunge, pulling
out each time I pulled back almost as if she didn't want even one inch
of my cock out of her cunt. I could see the back of her tits they were
so big, from what I could see they were also tanned. That was good, I
was looking forward to the third segment of this little piece, a part for
my own personal collection where I would wank myself with her tits, I
looked forward to cumming on her face, although I wasn't sure how much
cum I'd have left after shooting into her cunt. Especially since I had
already shot a load down her throat.
My top of my cock was running along her clit, sending shock-waves
of pleasure with each stroke, keeping her in a constantly escalating state
of arousal. She was close to cumming, and I couldn't wait to feel her
tight little cunt clamping in orgasmic ecstasy around my shaft.
I fucked the beautiful celebrity like a crazy man, driving every
inch of my cock into her juicy, grasping cunt, my hips smacking loudly
against the firm, tanned cheeks of her ass. Debbi's eyes were closed
and she gripped onto the workbench to keep from being thrown backwards
and forwards with each thrust of my hips. Sweaty bands of hair hung in
front of her face, which was flushed with sexual excitement. Her cunt
was clinging tightly to my cock and she was throwing her ass back against
my hips, meeting me at midpoint so my cock spent more time in her cunt
than out. She was loving the fuck she was getting and her voice was
crying out in conjunction with the voices in the audience, and if I
wasn't pushed deep into the red-zone of the fuck I would have realized
what that meant.
I began grunting and moaning louder, fucking my prick into her
willing pussy harder and harder, her cunt taking my cock easily, the
friction of that pussy on my cock was sending the familiar sensations
of pre-orgasmic bliss throughout my system. The moment before cumming
was almost as great as the actual moment, and I tried desperately to hold
it off as long as possible. As I continued fucking her, feeling the
cum trying to explode up from my nuts, Debbe came with a scream of ecstasy
and pushed me past the point of no return. As juices burst in a light
spray from the small little spaces not crammed with my cock, I knew I
couldn't hold it back any longer and I released my control, shooting
my sperm deep into her pussy as she squealed and pushed her ass back
against my hips.
As I calmed down, my accelerated heartbeat relaxing and my tense
body relaxing, I lay my chest down against Debbi's back, catching my
breath before I planned to turn her around and suck on those tits for
awhile before getting a titty fuck. But in the moment of detached,
post-orgasmic clarity that comes when the brain resumes control of the
body without the usual confusion of sexual desires and fantasies rolling
around inside it I finally came to realize just what the lack of laughter
from the audience and the cries and moans of sexual pleasure meant. Looking
up I already knew what it was I was going to see.
"Oh fuck," I muttered as I looked up into the audience and the
orgy that had been taking place for a very long time now.
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The Gillian Anderson Affair.
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Dave Hollaway had learned very early in his career the benefits
that came from being a police officer.
As a patrolman he'd taken bribes to look the other way, fucked
hookers looking to get out of a bust and made a comfortable side income
from occasionally stealing small amounts of drugs from the evidence
room. He always took little small amounts from large hauls, and no one
had ever noticed the small amount gone.
After being promoted to Detective he'd enjoyed more benefits,
going to work for members of first the Mafia, then after the death of
Don Vincini and the promotion of his son Fabrizzio (who hadn't liked
Dave) he'd done some odd work for both the Triads and The Russian Mafia,
known as The Mafya. He had a tidy sum in an anonymous account, and when
he retired and drew his pension in conjunction with the interest he'd
be earning, he was satisfied he could live in relative comfort till the
day he died.
Now Dave was learning there were some disadvantages too.
After being placed under arrest and taken to The Fourteenth
percent, he was 'accidently' placed in a holding cell with several
large black men who had proceeded to express their displeasure at the
accommodations.
In short he'd had the shit kicked out of him.
Next Andy Kimble had come into the holding cell, released the
other men and given Dave a good, hard kick to the ribs.
"You filthy sonuvabitch," he growled,"You fucking murdering
bastard."
Dave coughed, a little blood coming up.
"Better get used to blood coming from your body," he growled,"I
understand after they rape you up the ass the first time you bleed for
awhile... and they're gonna fuck you like a freight train I'm sure, in
fact I'll see to it that it happens."
- What's this? - thought Dave, trying to figure out what Andy's
game was, - He's presenting a worst case scenario, trying to put the fear
of God into me. He knows something bigger than me is behind this and
he wants me to volunteer information, - it was something that he and
Rob had done to many an ignorant fucker when they were looking to make
a bigger bust.
"Oh and they just love cops in prison, if they're not fucking
your ass they'll be kicking your ass. And The D.A wants to make an
example of you so you're sure to get at least life without parole. Shit,
you'll be in jail getting your ass fucked or the shit getting kicked out
of you everyday for the rest of your life."
He didn't say anything, he wasn't going to volunteer any info
first, if they wanted to make a deal he wanted the best possible. It
might even be possible to get into the Witness Protection Program and
live the rest of his life in relative comfort, even if he was constantly
being moved about and had to live his life under various pseudonyms.
"How old are you? Thirty-Five, I figure life means that you
could live in prison for forty, fifty maybe even sixty years. Fuck,
you could spend the next 21,120 days getting your ass fucked and the
shit kicked out of you, pretty tough when you think about it, huh?"
"Especially when there's someone else out there who deserves
it more than me," replied Dave, feeding out a line, hoping Andy would
take it.
"And just what the hell does that mean?" asked Andy.
"Gillian would have given you enough info," Dave said.
Andy's next line would tell Dave whether he would indeed spend
the next 21,120 days getting his ass fucked and the shit kicked out of
him or living in a small town in Florida fishing on the weekends and
working in a pet store under the name Martin Dolans.
Andy got down on his knees, so he was eye-level with Dave, who was
sprawled in a chair. He slid one arm up and pressed it under one of
Dave's ribs. He was at such an angle that the camera in the interrogation
room wouldn't be able to show it, if it was on at all. In a situation
like this he wouldn't be surprised to discover it had suddenly 'broken'
and tape recorder evidence would be all the police could offer the D.A,
which would be more than enough.
"Listen closely asshole," growled Andy,"There's no sweet deal
in this one. You either get life as David Hollaway, cop or you get life
under some other bullshit name we come up with and no one ever finds
out you were a cop. There's no witness protection program, there's no
seven years and then back to society. Now are you going to tell us who's
behind this whole blackmail thing? We know from the videotape, photos
and dossier of Gillian in your car that there's some kind of... organization
behind this," he squeezed under Dave's ribs once more. Tears flowed from
Dave's eyes as he tried not to show his pain, but it was like a white
hot stab into his stomach and his body was bruised and wrecked from the
beatings he had taken,"So give them up!"
Dave's mind knew that it might be possible to hold out just a
little longer, to make an attempt to regain some control over this situation
before he lost all hope but his body was screaming for surcease.
"OKAY!" he screamed,"I'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING!"
Andy pushed up into his ribs one more time, hard, and then he
released him, and pulled him up by the neck thrusting him forward to the
table and pushing a pen and pad towards him.
"Write it down asshole, and if I find out your lying I'll see
to it you never walk again."
And he left the room.
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The Home Improvement Fiasco.
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I stared in shock at the scene before me. All the members of
the audience were groping and feeling each other up. Some were naked,
other fully clothed and others in-between. There were blowjobs, titty
fucks and hardcore sex going on. The members of the audience were letting
out moans and groans of pleasure as they fucked, sucked, masturbated and
generally had a good ol' time.
"What the fuck is this?" I whispered in shock.
Several of them had dropped down to the floor of the set, just
behind the cameras, so that they had more room to fuck. The variety of
positions was remarkable. There was missionary, doggy-style, against the
wall, woman on top, sides on the floor, 69's, some women sitting on men
still sitting in their chairs. Tits were bouncing, cocks were slamming
in and out of cunts, mouths and in some cases assholes as several of the
men buttfucked more than willing women. Bodies heaved to and fro, their
moans of passion had risen so high I was sure that despite being in a
soundproof set we could be heard outside.
This was a nightmare for several reasons. Firstly all the mess
left behind would have to be cleaned up. Then of course I would have
to take time to hypnotize each of them more fully than the basic programming
they'd been given to make sure they retained no memories of these events
as actually having happened outside of dreams or fantasies. Then I had
to check all their background details to make sure none of them worked
or lived together, and if they did make sure they never shared this
particular fantasy or dream if they happened to remember it. But that
wasn't the main problem.
The main problem was that I had no idea how to stop them from
fucking.
"SLEEP!" I screamed, falling back on the oldest, most basic trick
I could think off when dealing with someone in a trance. When in doubt
you fall back on the basics.
Several members of the audience collapsed in place, some women
falling into a trance while men continued to fuck them, men collapsing
against women who squealed for more. Blowjobs tapered off, 69's became
just nines and roughly a third of them stopped.
I also noticed that members of the crew were also fucking, most
of the cameras were pointing at the floor, which meant I'd lost several
angles for the video, that pissed me off even more. The cameras already
set up would have caught all the action, but having professional cameramen
filming was always a bonus.
"SLEEP!" I yelled again, and I heard the edge of desperation and
panic creeping into my voice. That would never do.
I stood still, not moving a muscle. With an exaggerated gesture
I breathed in, then breathed out, just the momentary pause gave me time
to take control again and think clearly.
I made my way up through the aisle between the fucking and sucking
members of the audience. Several woman reached out and groped at me.
"Come on Toolman," whispered one,"Come beef me up!"
I could take some relief from that, they still saw me as Tim
Allen, which was what I wanted.
I unlocked the door at the back of the stage, having grabbed the
key from the pile of my clothes behind the workbench. I peered out and
was relieved to see the place was still deserted, things hadn't gotten
totally out of control.
Naked, I strode down the corridor and around to the sound-booth,
which was set just behind and above the audience. Entering using the
masterkey I found the soundtech fucking his assistant, who didn't look
a day over eighteen, against the wall.
"Asshole," I muttered, then,"Sleep."
They collapsed down on top of each other and I moved to the
console. Once there I flicked a switch and ambient music flooded the
room.
"Ahhh," I said, instantly flicking it off. Somehow the tapes
had gotten mixed, and the light muzak being pumped quietly into the
background of the set was a trance tape I'd created to make people become
sexually aroused. The problem now was that I didn't think I'd brought
that particular tape... obviously I must have, wasn't a mistake I would
usually make.
Now the tape was off the audience and cast's level of sexual
arousal wouldn't continually be rising, but I had to do something to
get them to sleep.
Grabbing the mike I began speaking into it calmly, repeating the
same word over and over again.
"Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep," continually, affecting a handful
of people each time until finally everyone had fallen deep into a trance,
not moving. Looking down I saw Richard lay facedown on the floor of
the barset, Patricia was on her back on the table, her face blank and
her arms and legs sprawled to each side of the table. Debbe was bent
over the workbench still, also asleep.
Starting with the sound-technician and his lovely assistant, I
began what would be a very, very long process of de-programming everybody.
End Part 2/5
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