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Celebrity Hypnotist Part Seven (3/5)
"Man!" cried Bart, realizing the story was over,"How long did that
take?"
"Hours," I replied,"I had to implant my insurance policy, make
sure the memories were pushed into the short-term memory and that everyone
believed it to be a particularly potent fantasy in the first place. I
regretted not getting a tit-fuck from Debbe, although I did feel her up
and suck on them for a bit before I deprogrammed her... she was the last
after all and I was tired, I felt I needed something for my troubles."
Bart grinned and nodded,"And how'd the actual film go down?"
"The client loved it, according to The Head," I replied with a
grin,"They kept some of the audience footage in and he.. or she loved
it, they thought I'd captured the sitcom feel perfectly... also he got
a good look at Debbi's tits from the various angles we used."
Bart smiled, and sipped at his beer, I was drinking water myself,
and I had noticed Bart managed to drink large amounts of beer seemingly
without any of the negative effects.
"I was thinking," he said as I sipped some more water,"I'd like to
go for Liv Tyler next and...."
He stopped as I sat forward and sprayed the water from my mouth
in an admirable spit-take. I coughed and thumped my chest, trying to
catch my breath.
"What is it? what's the matter?" he asked.
"Not..hak hak....not Liv Tyler," I grunted.
"Well why the hell not?" he returned, looking pissed off at my
reaction.
"Her father is a high ranking member of The Organization," I
said, calming down,"Also a rather prolific customer and most especially
a very protective Father. He's let it be known that if anyone so much
as thinks about perhaps maybe considering the possibility of perhaps at
some point in the future doing anything to his girl he'll see to it they
end up with both legs rammed firmly up their ass, feet first and shoes
on."
Bart looked a little disappointed.
"But you can make it so she doesn't remember, can't you?" he
asked.
"I'm not taking that chance, not for you, not for anybody," I
replied simply,"You can have anyone else, but not her."
Bart was on the verge of saying something, but seemed to think
better of it. However I could tell that the aspect of forbidden fruit
was now in the back of his head and it was maybe not the last I had
heard on the subject.
"Okay," he said,"Howabout this, I had an idea the night after I
fucked Jennifer Love Hewitt, it involves a couple of ladies with connections
to her. You know Neve Campbell and Sarah Michelle Gellar?"
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The Gillian Anderson Affair.
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Dave leaned back in his chair.
"And that's it?" asked The D.A.
"Sure is," replied Dave,"This Organization runs right throughout
this country and many others, the main aspect of the management seems to
be control through any means necessary, the most popular is based on sex
obviously. Everybody has fantasies, desires about people, and people in
positions of power seem to be even more so. By providing this service
for a fee they make themselves invaluable to these people because they
now also have a weight hanging over their heads."
"This is, to say the least, huge," muttered Donovan Prescott, the
independent counsel appointed by the courts to Dave. His job was fairly
simple, he was to set up a court order to have a new history and identity
created for Dave so that, despite spending the rest of his life in prison
he would suffer no extra indignities for being a former cop.
"Indeed," muttered the D.A,"If we can get hold of evidence this
will have ramifications at the very highest levels of business and politics,
it'll be a huge scandal."
Donovan saw the glint in The D.A's eye, and it reminded him why
he had left his job with the man's office. This particular D.A wanted
to leave his mark, and he also seemed to thrive on power. If he could
pull this off he might be able to ride the wave of publicity all the way
to being a senator, or perhaps even rising all the way up to becoming the
first black President Of The United States Of America.
"The evidence is in that folder, video and photo's you got of
mine, and if you go to the address I gave you you'll find the archives
of all the little sexual encounters that have happened over the last
forty years."
"You've done your country a great service Mr Hollaway," The D.A
replied,"It's just unfortunate that you only did so when your own ass
was on the line."
"Everyone is in this for something," Dave replied, his bruised
and battered face had healed somewhat, but he'd need plastic surgery
if he wanted to be looked upon as handsome again. Still, Uncle Sam was
paying for that too, they'd be changing his appearance enough so that
it would be unlikely that even his own mother would recognize him from
any closer that a few inches.
"Goodbye Mr Hollaway, I hope you don't mind if I don't shake
your hand... well actually I don't really care."
He turned and left.
"Okay lawyerboy," said Dave, turning to face Donovan,"What's
your angle?"
Donovan leaned forward and whispered his reply.
"Listen up asshole, I went to high school with Rob Anderson, we
were damn good friends. We drifted apart over the years, and I bet you
didn't even notice me at the Funeral but I was there. I may not have
the connections to see to it that your life is a living hell in prison
but I can see to it that you get sent to the worst cell in the worst
prison with the worst inmates and the meanest guards I can find. I'll
see to it you get stuck in a cell with the biggest bull queer they've
got you son of a bitch!"
Dave's lips split apart in a grin, revealing some cracked teeth,
they'd be fixed up too, at Uncle Sam's expense.
"Man, you sure are pretty when you're mad, hope you don't ever
end up in prison!"
Donovan smacked him hard across the face, sending a shockwave of
pain throughout his aching and bruised face. Then he turned and began
making his way towards the door. He knocked and waited for the officer
to open the door to let him out.
"I'm gonna be living rent free, with three square meals a day and
all the exercise. No work, no nine to five, no money problems," Dave
laughed,"Go back to your dingy little office and worry about stretching
your accounts out to pay the rent, your secretary and eating."
Donovan didn't reply, and Dave chuckled lightly as he left.
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I had to admit it was a damn good idea, and the storyline really
appealed to me. This was as good a way as any for Bart to bow out, leave
with a bang, even if he didn't realize it.
The first thing was, of course, the hypnotism.
I organized for myself to meet Neve Campbell after the filming
of Party Of Five had finished for the day. She was stunning, but I wasn't
sure why she always had her eyes half closed.
I 'bumped' into her and mentioned that I was working on a comedy
special for Saturday Night Live and I wanted to know if she'd like to
have a cameo role spoofing her part as Sydney Prescott in Scream and
Scream 2.
She expressed a great deal of interest, saying it was some of
the comedic elements in Scream that had initially attracted her to the
role and she was sure that we could expand on that.
"We'll be trying to catch the right mixture between Gary Shandling's
spoof scenes on the Larry Sanders show and the self-depreciating twist on
clichés found in shows like Frasier," I said.
She nodded, not quite sure she understood but knowing enough
to follow the gist of things.
We chatted for awhile after that, and I was able to drop enough
keywords and repeat them enough so that I could be sure she wouldn't
tell anyone about the private reading I had organized.
Saying goodbye and shaking her hand, so that the hangers on in
the cafe who had been watching us in the hopes of selling an exclusive
about our secret romance to the tabloids would realize it was purely a
friendly meeting or business lunch.
I walked past a familiar face, but decided not to say hello.
Since she had become pregnant my infatuation with her had dimmed somewhat,
fickle of me perhaps but what did I care, not long after I got back home
I'd forgotten I'd seen her.
Lisa Kudrow however, did not forget she had seen me.
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The next day I also 'bumped' into Sarah Michelle Gellar, and
basically repeated the same conversation I'd had with Neve. This time
however we wanted her to spoof her role as Buffy The Vampire Slayer,
crossing it over with spoofs of shows like Le Femme Nikita and Xena :
Warrior Princess.
She was a little lukewarm at first, but after bombarding her
with a mixture of my own charm and subtle hypnotic abilities she became
eager to spoof her own image.
Again it was a shake of the hand, although this time no one in
particular seemed to have noticed us. As I left I noticed someone else
I knew, but this person was linked to me through the Organization and
I didn't want to create a public perception of a connection between us,
so I just nodded slightly.
And Kevin Spacey nodded imperceptibly back.
-
The eleven of us sat around the table, Sarah Michelle Gellar,
Neve Campbell, Bart, seven writers and myself.
The writers were actual writers, but hypnotized by myself to
think the script in their hands were the ones they had written.
Neve and Sarah were chatting away, Bart was pretending to be
a writer and he was talking easily with the other writers. He had the
kind of personality that forced people to like him. I guess I would have
to if he hadn't of forced himself into my life like an unwanted relative.
"Okay," I said,"We'll do a read through of the scene where Le
Femme Buffna : Slayer Princess meets Sydney Prescott, who is being stalked
by yet another killer with a tenuous connection to the seventh sequel... he
was the water boy during filming or something. Neve, your Sydney of
course, Sarah, you're Le Femme Buffna, I'll be the killer, Bart over
there can be innocent victim # 3 and the rest of you guys can be the
unaware diners on the other side of the window."
Everyone nodded and we began. I had already been doing my little
tricks all morning, ever since Sarah and Neve had arrived, and
the hypnotized writers and Bart also used every opportunity to talk
to them and use the dropped inflection and repetition I had drilled into
them. Now as we began the read-through each and every line Bart, The
writers and I read was used to worm into the subconscious of the two,
beautiful young stars.
It was a five minute scene, which was probably stretching the
attention span of today's MTV Generation to the limit anyway. However
we planned to have several different scenes with both the stars and
have them run into other scenes as well and we also repeated some scenes
so we could 'make sure we had it set'. So all in all we read through
almost 30 minutes where every line not spoken by the two women
was designed specifically to bring them into a trance where
their subconscious minds would be open to my control.
When it was ready I took the two women aside and began to make
my commands, setting my orders and placing the plot into their brains.
Bart was watching me carefully, taking everything in and I began
to suspect he had plans to begin hypnotizing people himself. This would
never do, it's one thing to know how to do something, another thing to
actually do it.
Pushing that aside, I went to work on Sarah and Neve. Sarah was
as easy as anyone, which was no indication of her intelligence, as when
it comes down to my skill it is very rare that someone can resist my
talents for very long. Neve was also coming along nicely when I ran
into an unexpected roadblock.
"You then remove your clothes..." I was saying when she moaned
lightly.
I raised an eyebrow, Bart looked as surprised as I felt.
"No," she muttered under her breath,"No nude scenes, it's in the
contract."
My eyes narrowed slightly.
"Neve, it's not a movie, you're dreaming, you're dreaming you
are Sydney Prescott and...."
"No," she said, louder now,"No nude scenes."
I sighed, I had heard that during Wild Things she'd made it clear
she wouldn't be doing nude scenes.
"Okay," I said,"This is going to take a long time, Bart, you
might want to take a break."
"Nah man," he replied,"I wanna watch."
He wanted to learn the tricks of the trade all right.
Over the next two hours I slowly drove Neve into the mindset
that she was not Neve Campbell, but Sydney Prescott, survivor of attempted
murder from three maniacs, one her boyfriend, the other her boyfriends
best friend and the third the mother of her own late best friend. I
was forced to create false memories of a childhood that did not exist,
going into enough detail that it would stick but not so much that she
would be stuck with the memories for the rest of her life.
Finally I sighed with relief and went back to my
original programming.
"Okay Sydney, so you take your clothes off and..."
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The Next Day.
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Neve came awake with a start.
She looked about, not sure where she was, what was going on.
She looked about in confusion, she was sitting in one of the
small chair/tables in a darkened school classroom. She could make out
the words on the blackboard only barely.
YOUR LUCK JUST RAN OUT BITCH it read.
"What the fuck?" she muttered. She was dressed in a tight white
shirt with a brown leather jacket and tight jeans. She had no bag with
her and looking out the window of the class she could see it was just
getting dark.
She stood up, her muscles protesting, she must have been sleeping
at the desk for hours, but she couldn't remember getting there, or even
how she had arrived.
"This is my old high school?" she said, confused,"The history
class, what am I doing here?"
"Sydney," whispered a voice quietly, almost imperceptible, it
came from a microphone set in the shelves of books at the back of the
class.
"Who's there?" she asked, looking about.
The door came open to the class, and she heard footsteps running
down the corridor, Bart.
She rushed out into the corridor, but Bart was gone from sight.
She looked about wildly, the corridor seemed to stretch out
further than she remembered. Looking down she saw the double doors
which led out into the outside world.
"Sydney," came the whispered voice again. She spun about and
let out a gasp of panic.
Standing at the other end of the corridor, which she stood in
the middle of, was someone in the costume of Father Death, the costume
worn by the murderer's in the original Scream movie... except she thought
at this time she was actually Sydney Prescott. Father Death was holding
a large red container, even in her fear she recognized it as a gasoline
container.
"No," she cried, and twisting about she began running towards
the doors.
As she got closer I (it was me in the Father Death costume of
course) began running after her.
She was nearly to the doors when suddenly another Father
Death (Bart) stepped out in front of them.
"GAH!" she cried and slid to a stop on the linoleum floor, her
eyes widening in shock.
She twisted about, seeing that I was still there, rushing towards
her, gasoline canister swinging at my side.
She turned back and the second Father Death was gone. She decided
not to question this and rushed the doors. They were, of course, locked.
She turned about, back pressed against the door as if she hoped
to melt through the door.
"Wha... what do you w.. want?" she stammered.
I simply stared at her through the blank eyes of my mask, breathing
heavily from running after her. I noticed her chest rising and falling,
her breasts heaving up and down from a mixture of fatigue and fear.
Before she had time to react, I grabbed the gas canister's handles
in both hands and threw the contents of it onto her. She gasped and then
had to fight the reflex to retch as the fumes of the gasoline were pulled
up into her nostrils and mouth.
Then her eyes flared open in shock as she saw me light a match.
"NO!" she screamed, she lunged forward and knocked me to the side
(as planned) an took off down the corridor.
"Sydney!" I moaned in a hollow, dull voice,"Come back."
She rushed around the corner and slid into the girls changing
rooms, hoping I'd run right past.
Inside the changing room, being filmed without her knowledge (we
were using a real high school, set up because it would be empty over the
weekend, the caretaker having been hypnotized into taking the day off)
she quickly began stripping off her clothes, knowing that the smell of
gasoline would lead me right to her, and as long as she was wearing
them she was in danger of being burnt to a crisp within a second. She
pulled the leather jacket off, grabbed her shirt and pulled it up over
her head. Pulling her belt away she quickly shimmied out of her jeans
until she was only in her bra and panties.
The door to the changing rooms slowly opened, creaking ominously,
and I stepped through, my robes dragging along the ground.
"Sydney," I whispered.
"Get away from me," she growled, stepping back from the pile
of gasoline soaked clothes.
"Sydney," I whispered,"You must die."
"No," she cried,"Who are you."
"The demon," I whispered,"The demon trapped in HIS story."
"What?" she was still afraid, but she wasn't really sure what
was going on.
"HE writes the stories," I whispered,"And I take the form of HIS
monsters, they contain me, keep me from being free."
"I don't know what you're talking about?" she replied, although
a dim flicker of recognition passed through her eyes.
"Freddy Kreuger, Father Death, all forms I've been forced to take
in the prison of his stories."
"Wes? You're talking about Wes Craven?" she asked.
"He writes the stories, I'm forced to take the form of his creatures,
his monsters.... he mocked me in New Nightmare."
Neve remembered, in the movie New Nightmare, Heather Langgencamp,
star of the original Nightmare On Elm Street movie had faced off against
the demon contained in the form of Freddy Kreuger.
"You want to kill me to be free?" she asked.
"Yes," I whispered,"You must die."
This was the focal point, at this point I had come forward closer
and closer, now I stood right in front of her. My hand reached for her
throat and instead brushed against her breasts. I paused, my mask tilting
to indicate that I was looking down at her near nude form.
She took the opportunity presented to her.
"You don't have to kill me," she said, reaching up she grabbed
my hand in hers and pressed it against her breast,"I can ease
your suffering."
I hesitated, then she stepped back. Reaching behind her she
took the clasp of her bra and released it. The straps of her bra released,
then slowly peeled away, falling to the floor. The difference between
this and the movies was that this time we actually got to see her breasts,
in film and in real life.
Her tits were magnificent, they were large and plump, they didn't
stand firm and high which indicated to me they weren't implants, rather
they sagged slightly on top, fuller and rounder at the bottom. They
were, to put it quite frankly, incredible.
I stepped forward and grabbed her by the shoulder, my hands came
up, I wore no gloves so I was able to feel her warm breast under my
hand as I squeezed it.
"Yeah, that's right," she said,"You like that?"
"Yes," I hissed.
I felt up her breasts for a second, then my hand slid down and
and pressed under the waistband of her panties. I cupped her
hot cunt-mound, one of my fingers pressing up between her cuntlips, feeling
the wet pussy inside.
"Nice," she moaned, her eyes almost fully closed, she seemed to
have forgotten just who it was doing this to her.
I pressed the knuckle of my thumb against her clitoris as I
continued to slide my finger in and out of her cunt. She moaned happily,
grinding her hips forward. I had implanted the command in her mind to
take any sexual excitement and focus on it rather than anything else
that was happening. So it was that the feel of my skilled fingers working
on her cunt. The hand gripping her shoulder had slid down and was kneading
one of her tits, fingers sliding around her erect nipple.
I slowly moved her towards one of the lockers in the changing
room, once her ass pressed against the cool metal I slid my hand free
from her panties, released her breast and stepped back. Getting down
onto my knees I grabbed the waistband of her panties in both hands and
began to pull it down past her thighs, exposing her trimmed pussy hair.
Once past her knees her white, silken panties fell to her ankles
and she stepped out. I slid my hands between her thighs, spread her pink
pussylips with the index and middle finger of my right hand, then raised
my left hand and pressed the index and middle finger of that hand up into
her parted pussylips.
"Huuuh!" she moaned as my fingers pushed up into her pussylips
and pushed up to the 2nd knuckles in her vagina.
Soon I began pushing in and out, my fingers sliding in and out
of her cunt, faster and faster, her juices coming quicker now as she
quickly became aroused. Her mind was instructed to increase the pleasure
she received, and since it was already focusing entirely on the sexual
pleasure all she was really aware of was the extreme pleasure she could
feel.
Her body began giving little jerks, punctuated by cries of pleasure
as I finger fucked her cunt and she approached a quick, unexpected orgasm.
"Uhhh, yes.... oooh! Good..... huhhhh, yeah!" she moaned as I
rammed my fingers in and out, in and out.
"OH WOW!" she cried and then juices burst from her cunt, female
cum running down over my fingers and into the black cloth of my robe.
She ground her hips forward, pressing my fingers deep into her cunt as
erotic sensation drove throughout her body.
Pulling my fingers out, I then stood up, grabbed the hem of my
black robes and flinging them up and around my legs, so my naked legs and
crotch could be seen. My cock was hard and erect, ready to shove up the
young celebrities cunt.
I grabbed her by the thighs, spreading her legs and then lifted
her up, her ass sliding against the locker. Once her cunt was slightly
above my crotch I moved forward, because I was holding her up I was
forced to press my cock forward unguided, and it took my a couple of
probes to hit her fuckhole. However once I found it I pressed forward
and groaned happily as I felt her cuntlips spreading open and her vaginal
passage opening to all my cock entry. It was a groan echoed by Neve as
she felt my cock push up into her cunt.
Her juices were really beginning to flow, her body reacting
to the feel of my cock cramming forward into her cunt. My cockhead
lubricated by the slick juices from her orgasm.
She was moving her hips, pushing down so she could get more of
my cock into her eager snatch. The sensations which would usually be
causing the pleasure centers in her body to buzz must have been going
off as the intensity was increased by my hypnotic programming.
"So good!" she moaned,"Fuck me, fuck me!"
I moaned happily, her cunt was hot and tight around my cock, and
it was almost regretfully that I began to pull my cock back after I'd
gotten as much into her as I could. I also lifted her body by the thighs
as I pulled back, so my cock pulled away quicker. Once only the head of
my cock was in her tight little snatch I released the added pressure in
my arms which dropped her back down to where she had been before, my cock
slamming back up into her cunt again.
Because I had elevated her I was able to get a good look at
her tits, and I moaned in a mix of disappointment and pleasure since
I wouldn't be able to suck on those magnificent breasts which jiggled and
jumped as I fucked into her. I could have removed my mask but that would
have shown Neve my face, and for the plan to work Father Death had to
remain anonymous. So I had to be content to seeing what no one but
her boyfriends had seen, the magnificent tits of Neve Campbell. I rammed
my cock in and out of her cunt. I didn't bother to lift her up with each
back stroke, happy to make short, hard thrusts for now. I knew that once
we were both on the edge of cumming we'd both be lifting and thrusting
with little care for muscle fatigue, and for now I was more interested
in the feeling of her cunt gripping onto my cock as I slammed in and out
of the Party Of Five and Scream's star's cunt.
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" she squealed happily,"Give it to me, fuck me,
fuck me, fuck!!!"
I did just that, ramming into her with my hard cock as I felt
her grind her cunt down against my cock.
"YES!" screamed Neve,"My cunt's on fire! FUCK ME!"
Her cunt clasped my cock everytime I pulled out, then it would
spread wide to accept my cock as I shoved it back in. Her legs had lifted
up wide, she was able to do so because I was still holding her by the
thighs. So it was that her legs were spread out wide to either side,
her head tilted to the side, thrown back as far as it could with the locker
behind her, eyes scrunched shut as she squealed excitedly, loving the
fuck she was getting.
She slammed her ass down, desperate to keep her cunt crammed fill
with my cock, not wanting me to pull out but loving it anyway when I did
and my cock rasped along her clitoris.
I fucked her harder, getting turned on by her high cries of desire
and lust. My hips plunged up and down, forward and back, slamming up
into her cunt which gripped down harder and harder with each stroke.
"YES!" screamed Neve, grinding her clit hard down against the
base of my cock and I knew she was going to cum very, very soon.
Her face was screwed up in desire as she reached around and
gripped my asscheeks, trying to force my hips forward and push my cock
deeper into her cunt. Her body was shuddering and her body was jerking
and her body was going to cum or she would explode.
Her cunt squeezed down hard around my cock and I found it almost
impossible to keep on thrusting in and out of her. But I did and it felt
even better.
Neve threw back her head and squealed out a high
pitched, animalistic scream of erotic release.
"YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!" she squealed and juices exploded
out from around my cock, which was buried deep into her pussy.
"Jacknife!" I yelled and moaned in pleasure as I felt myself
cum, even though I didn't cum. It felt like I was shooting several
streams of cum deep up into Neve Campbell's gripping, squeezing cunt
and I loved it.
"Yeah! good," I moaned.
I lowered her onto the ground, she sat still on her ass with
her legs spread, cum seeping from her cunt, her arms hanging limp as
her breasts rose and fell, sweaty straggly hair hanging over her face.
"Back soon," I whispered, turned and walked out the door of
the changing room.
A moment later Father Death re-entered, but it wasn't me in
the costume this time.
End Part 3/5
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