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Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter Eight.
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Part 2/3
Gina Hollis' lawyer finished her closing statement and sat down
with a smug look on her face. Donovan sighed, she had every right to be
confident, she'd already destroyed his case, the closing statement had
been the legal equivalent of kicking a dead horse.
"Mr Prescott," whispered Rosa into his ear,"Please tell me you've
got something spectacular planned."
He smiled with a confidence he didn't have and patted her hand,
it was important she looked like she had trust in her lawyer, it was good
for the jurors.
He stood up and prepared to say his closing statement, one that
had already been totally invalidated by Gina's lawyer - Ms. Alicia Connors,
fresh out of Harvard and ready to smash through him and any concept of
justice in her quest to make a name for herself.
- Fuck it, - he thought to himself, - May as well take the chance,
I got nothing to lose. -
He pushed his closing statement from his mind, turned around and
picked up a book from his table.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he said to the Jury,"Most of you will
recognize the book, I'm fairly certain that you all have a copy in your
homes, maybe even two or three."
He held up the book so they could see it, it was not The Bible, but
Oxford's Concise Dictionary.
"Let the record show," he said,"That the book in my hand is
Oxford's Concise Dictionary."
The Judge nodded.
Donovan flipped the book open to a bookmarked page, looked down
at it, then looked back up at the Jury.
"Here's the way I see it, Motherhood is defined as three things,
First, giving birth to a child. Second, nurturing that child. And third,
caring for and showing an ingrained interest in the well being of said
child."
He snapped The Dictionary shut.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Rosa Sanchez fulfills two out of three
of those requirements, Gina Hollis only fulfills one... The Prosecution
rests."
He walked back and sat down next to Rosa, outwardly calm but with
sweat running down the insides of his arms.
-
Jenna was on all fours, her mud-coated ass pointed up in the air
at me, her firm, saliva coated breasts pressing hard into the mud. She
turned around and looked at me, small, brown streaks of mud were over her
face and her chin was coated in it. She twisted her head about and grinned
at me with bright, white teeth. She spread her legs, revealing pink, shaven
cuntlips that glistened with her own juices (As usual I'd deliberately left
out any instruction to be turned on, although I had also commanded her mind
to feel three times the normal pleasure at erotic, tactile stimulation) as
they waited to be parted by my cock.
Her formerly white dress was now a mud-stained heap of fabric in
one corner of the tent.
"Come on," she giggled,"Before anyone else tries to shelter in
this tent."
"Don't worry," I said,"This won't take long."
"Wow, sweep me off my feet, why don't ya?" she laughed.
Then she groaned as I took my cock in hand and guided it forward,
pressing the hard tip between her cuntlips. She moaned in anticipation
of the fucking I was about to give her.
I grabbed her by the waist, and then without any storm and dance,
lunged forward, thrusting my large cock hard into her hot snatch, my balls
slapping against her clit as I pushed all the way in in one go.
"WOAH!" I cried.
"WHEEE!" she laughed.
Her cunt was incredible, hot and wet and clinging tightly around
my shaft, gripping so tightly after the quick penetration that it felt
like we were joined together.
Jenna giggled happily and arched her back, then her hands slid in
the slick surface and she fell faceforward into the mud. She lay there
for a second, my cock shoved fully into her cunt and her face in the mud,
then she twisted her head to the side and cackled out wild laughter.
As I'd said earlier, her joy was infectious and I found myself
laughing, none of this had been in the script but it just seemed to
capture the fun-loving nature of the show quite well. This would make
for a hell of a film, it'd be a top-seller I was sure.
It was time to get down to business, with a grunt I began to pull
my erect meat out of her, until just my cockhead remained snugly inside
her tight little fuckhole. My dick was glistening with her pussy-juice and
my hips and pubic hair were lightly coated in mud after slamming against
her firm asscheeks. Her cuntlips had pulled out with my shaft, still not
wanting to let go off my cock, and as I shoved back forward her cuntlips
were pushed back into her pussy.
"Ahhhh yes," I moaned, feeling the walls of her cunt clasping
firmly about my prick,"So tight!"
"Hmmm," she moaned happily, her face to the side to keep from
eating the mud,"Nice and big."
I could imagine what was going on in her head, her pleasure,
enhanced by my hypnotic conditioning, would have a heat building up in her
cunt, a giant heat between her thighs that would explode soon into orgasm,
and then when her cunt tugged on my cock as she came, I'd allow myself to
cum as well.
But that was not now, this was now, and now I was plunging my cock
in and out of the horny, mudcoated star's pussy like a well oiled piston
that fucked her cunt faster and faster, rasping along her clit. My hands
slid up from her smooth, curved hips and pressed against the squashed
flesh of her large breasts, pressing underneath the cool mud and grabbing
the large mounds of titflesh in my hands. They were coated in mud and my
hands slid over her erect nipples easily, making her moan in excitement.
"Yeah! Yeah!" she cried out,"Fuck me, mudman! FUCK ME!"
Her cunt was not only tight but hot, so hot it felt like my cock
was on fire. I continued slamming in and out of her hot, dripping pussy,
my hips smacking against her firm, muddy asscheeks as I felt up her slimy,
squashed breasts. By now I'd found my way around the mam-meat and I was
pinching her erect little nipples between each thumb and forefinger.
She couldn't help but scream out, not that anyone cared, and every
time I fucked into her cunt my cock would drag along her clit and make her
scream out in pleasure. Shivers of joy and ecstasy seemed to ripple through
her body as my pistoning cock pushed in and out at an ever increasing speed.
I was fucking the mud-coated, celebrity blond like a maniac,
driving my cock into her juicy pussy until my hips would smack loudly
against the wriggling cheeks of her mud-smeared ass. Jenna gripped onto
the mud, struggling for purchase to keep from having her body push forward
and back with each stroke of my cock. Mud squelched up between her fingers
as they dug into the wet ground and she twisted her head about in the mud,
squealing out in pleasure.
She certainly seemed to be loving the hard fucking I was giving
her, and I growled out in excitement as I heard her moans and cries of
ecstasy, I could tell she was close to cumming.
My own grunts were coming quicker and quicker now as I fucked my
meat into her into her harder and harder, I was so totally engrossed
in fucking the hot star that I'd forgotten all about the cameras on us,
all that interesting in me was fucking the hot blond with everything I
had in me.
Jenna spread her legs as wide as she could and pushed her ass back,
which in turned forced her chest and head further down into the mud. My
hands were pressed into the mud by her firm tits and I had to lean forward
as well, so as to get every last inch deep into her cunt.
She sure was a hot fuck, her cunt was hot and tight, firmly clasping
to my cock as I fucked into her again and again and again, fucking the
beautiful star of Dharma & Greg eagerly.
She threw her juicy little snatch back at me with everything
she had, her muddied ass banging against my hips as her cunt eagerly
sucked in every inch of my thick cock. My hands squeezed her tits as
I began pulling her body back against my own every time I thrusted forward,
fucking her dripping, eager slit and pounding every last inch of my cock
deep into her.
I could tell from her squeals and cries of pleasure that she was
close to cumming, and so decided to let go myself, hoping to shoot my
sperm into her at about the same time she came.
"AHHH FUCK!!!" I cried, my body stiffened and my cock seemed to
swell up and then it jerked up hard as cum erupted up out of my balls. I
slammed every inch I could into her tight cunt and released my control.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I let out a low moan
of happiness, shooting several thick strands of milky sperm up into her
cunt.
Jenna screamed as she felt my hot load spraying against the
walls of her cunt and then she came too. A hot rush of pussyfluid burst
out as she came, pressing against my cock and creating a nice, warm bath
as the trapped juices collected up, unable to get past the cuntplug that
was my cock.
After cumming inside of her, and as she lay in a panting, groaning
heap in the mud I pulled back slightly, feeling her cum begin to flow out
through the gaps between my cock and her cunt. I pushed back in and then
out again, fucking her a few more times before pulling my shaft out of her
gushing snatch and dropping to my knees.
She didn't have the strength to stay up, and the last part of her
not coated in mud collapsed to the ground, her still slowly leaking pussy
pressing into the mud and cooling down her cunt.
I dropped onto my back and lay there, my half-hard cock vainly
trying to keep from dropping onto one of my thighs. I panted harshly,
reveling in post-orgasmic happiness, and then it came to me, as most
of my 'revelations' do, my greatest moments of clarity being after sex.
- What if it WAS my idea to do that to Bart? -
-
"Just what is the problem here?" asked The Judge.
"I don't see any problem here," Donovan replied,"There was nothing
wrong with my closing."
"There was everything wrong with it!" snapped Alicia,"Forgettng
for a second that he basically claimed that my client doesn't care for
her child...."
"She doesn't," Donovan replied,"We've got tapes proving that."
"None of which are allowed in this case!" snapped Alicia,"And
therefore have no relevance in this case."
"Oh for fucks sake!" snapped Donovan,"Don't you get it? it's not
just about law, it's about justice!"
"Hold it," muttered The Judge,"Before we start a debate over
the law, let's hear what else Ms. Connors has to say."
"Mr. Prescott," she said coldly, making mister sound like a dirty
word,"Lied in his closing statement."
"I did no such thing!" replied Donovan with a frown.
"He claimed that the dictionary stated a certain definition of
Motherhood, which is true, but then read out a completely different
definition."
"Is this true?" asked The Judge, staring at Donovan sternly,"If
so, misleading the Jury is a serious offense...."
Donovan held up his hands.
"Judge, I never claimed that the definition of motherhood I
gave was from The Dictionary."
The Judge raised an eyebrow.
"You did so!" cried Alicia in self-reighteous indignation,"We
can go back to the transcripts..."
"Go ahead," replied Donovan, unperturbed,"You'll find that I made
no claim to be reading from The Dictionary, in fact my exact words were,
and I quote :
Here's the way I see it, Motherhood is defined as three things,
First, giving birth to a child. Second, nurturing that child. And third,
caring for and showing an ingrained interest in the well being of said
child."
He smiled,"Here's the way I see it, not here's the way the Oxford
Concise Dictionary defines it."
"But you were holding a Dictionary in your hand!" cried Alicia.
"Yes," said Donovan, pretending not to see the connection,"So?"
"Your honor," she snapped, turning back to The Judge,"The actual
Oxford Dictionary gives several definitions of Motherhood, many of them
are actually beneficial to my client, such as 'a mammal that breastfeeds
it's young.'"
"Yes," said The Judge,"But Mr. Prescott never claimed to be
reading that definition."
"But by his example and his actions he misled The Jury into
believing he did so!"
"Then what do you suggest?" asked The Judge,"The Jury are still
deliberating after all."
"If they come back with a verdict against my client," she said,"I
want you to declare a mistrial."
Donovan snorted in contempt, The Judge sighed.
"You can't have it both ways, Ms. Connors, the Jury's decision
will be final."
"But Your Honor...."
"That's it, Ms. Connors," warned The Judge,"You've already gotten
rid of damaging evidence against your client, you can't cry foul when
your opponent exploits the system in the same manner you have."
The phone rang, and all eyes went to it.
The Judge picked it up, nodded and thanked whoever it was on
the other end.
"Besides, it may prove to be academic, The Jury has reached a
verdict."
-
Driving home after I'd decided to film the final scene with Jenna,
in which Zoltar (known as Bill) seems to disappear, I wondered about what
had come to me after cumming.
I'd gotten all the film and deprogrammed Jenna and the crew,
sending the events into their subconscious and convincing everyone that
I'd had to turn down the role due to a busy schedule, and they'd decided
against doing the episode (I'd already put this into the minds of the
absent actors), this was a Dharma & Greg which would only be seen by a
select audience.
What if I was creating a conspiracy where there was none? I
hadn't told the two thugs to do anything to Bart's genitalia, but perhaps
it had been in the subtext of what I'd said, hiding in the context. I
hadn't sent them to Chicago, but I had told them to make themselves
scarce from the area. What if the urge to move away had come to them? I'd
told them to distance themselves from me and they knew my main workplaces
were L.A and New York, and that I'd never worked in Chicago. What if this
had created a subconscious urge they couldn't explain to move to the
Chicago Branch of The Organization?
This was scary.
"Have I let my own subconscious take control?" I said out loud,
dreading the thought. I'd always been in control before, but what if
my anger at Bart over being placed in such a dangerous position where
my activities could have been publicly exposed had made me unconsciously
send a message to my two hypnotized hitmen to take my revenge on the poor
bastard.
There was only one way to find out for sure, I'd have to hypnotize
myself.
-
"Have you reached a verdict, Ladies and Gentlemen of The
Jury?" asked The Judge.
"We have, your honor," said the Foreperson.
"How find you?"
"In the case of Gina Hollis versus Rosa Sanchez for the custody
of Kimberly Hollis, we find against the defendant, Gina Hollis, and award
full custody to Rosa Sanchez."
Rosa gasped out in joyous disbelief, Gina cursed loudly and
Alicia lowered her head, frowning bitterly.
"We thank you for your time," The Judge told the Jury, hiding
his own satisfaction behind an impassive gaze,"You are released from
your duties and may return to your homes."
Donovan let out a hiss of satisfaction and turned to be embraced
roughly by the excited Rosa, who was thanking him, thanking him thanking
him.
"Calm down, Rosa," he laughed,"Go home, see your baby."
She laughed, realising it was true, Kimberly was hers now, not
just in the eyes of Justice, but in the eyes of the Law.
She hugged him again, then quickly rushed out of The Courtroom,
eager to get to her parents where Kimberly was currently staying and
take her home.
Alicia forced a smile and shook Donovan's hand, he had to fight
an urge to cringe back at her touch, much like her it was cold.
"Congratulations, Mr. Prescott," she said, pretending she didn't
care about losing her first case,"Admirably done."
He ignored the sarcasm, returned to his own.
"I just couldn't match your level."
Her grin widened even as her eyes seemed to darken, then she
turned away, found herself facing Gina, who looked furious.
"What the fuck am I supposed to do now, huh?" she snapped,"I'll
have to keep fucking working now!"
"Calm down," whispered Alicia,"Not here."
"You can forget me getting Julio to hook you up for free anymore,
you useless bitch!" snarled Gina as the Courtroom emptied. Donovan was
also going, but was close enough to hear the last, he sighed.
- So that's why she took the case pro bono, - he thought, - If
I remember correctly, Julio is the name of the Heroin dealer on those
tapes that got barred. -
He really couldn't be fucked dealing with a whore and a junkie
lawyer right now, he had bigger fish to fry.
He had to see Andy Kimble.
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The Next Day.
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I listened to the tape, not sure what I wanted to hear.
I'd hypnotized myself to fall into a trance during my sleep,
to be susceptible to my voice and my voice only. Then, before bed, I'd
taped a number of questions and set them to play back an hour after I
went to sleep. Another tape would tape both the questions, and my own
answers.
I listened now, actually hoping to discover a conspiracy was
against me, and that my own subconscious wasn't beginning to creep into
my hypnotic conditioning.
"Speak the words," came my voice on tape.
"Bubbalicious," came my own voice in reply, repeating the key
phrase I'd ordered myself to state if I was in a trance.
Q : Are you The Celebrity Hypnotist?
A : Yes.
Q : Did you have Bart Rice beaten up and mutilated?
A : Yes.
Q : Why?
A : To protect myself.
Q : What did you have done to him?
A : I had his throat crushed and slit, his tongue cut away, his
thumbs and fingers removed and his toes crushed.
Q : What did you want done to him?
A hesitation.
A : I wanted to make the fucker hurt!
I sighed, my voice was filled with hate, anger and vitriol. Then
the voice on the tape continued.
A : I wanted him to learn no one fucks with me! I wanted him
to realize that if anyone crosses me, they pay the fucking price for it!
The rest of the tape was the hiss.
This was a problem, I'd always considered myself in control of
my own baser urges and desires, but it seemed some of them were slipping
out.
"Not a problem," I muttered to myself, something I'd been doing
more and more often now,"I can deal with this."
Indeed, I'd have to take a week off, but after a week of self
hypnosis and strong mental conditioning, I was confident I could once
more take total control over my subconscious. I felt sorry for Bart, I'd
see if maybe there was something I could do for him on the sly, maybe get
a plastic surgeon in, but that, too, would have to wait.
But first things first, I'd have to destroy both this tape and
the original with the questions. No evidence could remain of my self
induced confession.
-
Andy sighed.
"Okay, Prescott" he said,"Could you say that again."
"Dave Hollaway wasn't insane," repeated Donovan,"In point of
fact, everything he said was true."
Andy sighed again, rubbed his eyes slightly.
"I'm beginning to think that whatever Dave had was catching,
because you sound just as nuts."
"This is Calvin Hunter," said Donovan, introducing his companion.
"Hunter, eh? You changed that name to get the chicks, didn't you?
Come on, admit it."
Calvin grinned.
"Stop trying to stall us with jokes," replied Donovan,"Detective
Kimble, you knew Rob Anderson, and you also knew Dave Hollaway, for a
long time. You're a detective, did you ever see any signs of mental
instability in Hollaway like you found in his apartment?"
Andy frowned.
"I don't have to sit through this," he growled,"Come into my
fucking station house and...."
"You just don't want to admit it's true," said Donovan, over-riding
him,"Because you don't want to believe that higher-ups in the system
you work to protect could be so corrupt."
"You're saying," muttered Andy,"That the D.A is part of Dave's
'Organization'?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying," replied Donovan,"And we think
we've found a way to get at this Organization."
"There is no fucking Organization!" snapped Andy,"Dave was a
fucking freak, a murdering psycho who pulled the wool over all of our
eyes!"
"With all due respect," replied Calvin,"My client has been a
victim of this Organization."
"And I've got original copies of details Rob got before his death
from Gary Cole's jailcell," said Donovan.
"Cole? The Celebrity Rapist?"
"Yeah, it's a tell-all journal Cole kept in jail, telling about
three of his victims, Demi Moore, Gillian Anderson and his attempt on
Teri Hatcher, which is what got him in jail.... it also mentions this
same Organization."
"So Rob showed the documents to Dave, it fed into Dave's
sicko fantasies and he put it in his."
"Rob never saw Dave after getting the documents," replied Donovan
with a small smile,"It was the first that Rob knew off the documents, he
only made two stops between the jail and the preceint where he was killed,
and that was at my office to give me the original documents, then at
Demi Moore's place in New York, where she was staying at the time."
"Shit," muttered Andy, lowering his head,"Fuck it," he looked up,
having reached a decision,"What do we do?"
"First, we take the evidence to a Judge we know we can trust,
then we see if we can't get a warrant for the arrest both for the D.A,
and this so-called Celebrity Hypnotist."
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The Following Week.
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Kevin was enjoying himself.
"You enjoying this whole impeachment debacle?" I asked.
"If the fucker doesn't learn to pay," replied Kevin,"Then he
becomes the first impeached President ever."
I sighed, it had been interesting to note a slight change in
my attitude since my self-hypnosis had begun. I'd become more like I'd
been three or four years ago, the dark thoughts and desires that my
subconscious had fostered were gone, not repressed but pushed out through
darkly violent dreams that had forced me to face my own inner demons.
I'd become the controlled, masterful Celebrity Hypnotist again,
totally assured of my control and superiority, but respectful of the
abilities of others. I'd never realized how much my mindset had changed,
how my own desires had been taking control over my actions, thoughts and
ideas. I planned to continue the self-hypnosis, it would only help to
reinforce the once again iron-clad control I had over my subconscious
desires.
It was good to be back.
"If he still won't pay, can you really get two thirds of the
votes?" I asked, knowing the answer but also knowing how important it
was to let him think his way of thinking was a mystery to me.
"We couldn't get them ourselves," replied Kevin,"But the majority
of The Republicans will vote against him even if irrefutable evidence that
oral sex isn't sex turned up, we can get the rest and twelve democrats
would be a doddle.... but he'll pay, believe me, he'll pay."
I nodded, pretending interest. If I was Head I would have just
threatened Chelsea and got the money within a month, or else she would
have been in a terrible 'accident'. Still, Kevin, much like Phil before
him, enjoyed playing and toying with people, even at the expense of
getting payment.
"By the way, your Dharma & Greg has received rave reviews and
calls for a sequel," he said,"People loved the Woodstock angle, especially
some of our older clients."
"I don't do sequels," I replied,"Not for at least a year, anyway."
He nodded, he was fine with that.
"Anyway," he said,"We got another Assignment, we were going to
give it to one of our younger guys, it seemed to fit in more with his
style... but I think you're probably the best guy to pull this one off."
"Difficult?"
"It has possibilities, doing it the other way will require the
target's discretion without any kind of enforcement from us."
"And you don't think it's likely?"
"One of them would keep discreet, we get the feeling the other
might actually brag about it."
"A threesome?"
"Yeah, it's a beach theme."
"Who is it?"
"Carmen Elektra and Jenny McCarthy," he said with a wide smile.
"I'll do it," I said instantly.
End Part 2/3
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