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Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 14 Part 01/03.
Natalie Imbruglia sighed as she sank into her chair, smiling
at the blessed relief of the almost deserted first class cabin.
The Australian had been on a rather extended holiday in London,
but now it was time to make some more money and her Manager was insisting
she return to America to do some covers and a couple of new songs that
the songwriters had made up for her. Maybe she'd pull a George Michael
and do a 'tribute' to great songs of the last couple of decades, she
thought with a wry smile.
- It's all money in the bag, - she chuckled to herself, - I've
come a long way since Neighbours. -
She'd been a young woman struggling to make it as an Actress and
gotten a guest role on the popular Aussie Soap - Neighbours - and had
proven so popular with the viewers (particularly the male ones) that she'd
become a permanent character.
Growing tired of ridiculous, repetitive story-lines she'd left to
'pursue a singing career' but unlike 99% of her predecessors she'd actually
succeeded with the catchy song Torn, which had been one of THE most popular
songs of The Nineties.
She settled the chair back down into the reclining position and
slid the headphones on. Seconds later the first of the songs her Manager
had suggested she 're-interpret' was playing.
Within five minutes she was asleep, but the tape kept playing,
instantly swapping over and replaying every time one side finished, playing
over and over again.
And the subliminal conditioning under the music played along
with it.
Office's Of Salinger, Gorman & McKenzie - New York City.
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Alex McKenzie slid halfway into Donovan's Office, smiling when
he saw the new Associate buried under huge piles of paperwork. He quickly
moved back out and threw his most charming smile at Janet, making her
blush slightly.
"What time was he in?" he asked.
"I got in at seven," she replied, slight concern on her face
now,"He was here then."
"He's a machine," chuckled Alex with a shake of his head,"He's
absolutely incredible."
He slid back into the Office.
"But he's not a machine," Janet whispered quietly, frowning,"He
can't keep this pace up forever."
Somewhere in L.A
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"Welcome to my Hollowed Out Volcano," I said, finger to mouth
and feeling absolutely ridiculous,"I trust it is to your liking, my
dear?"
Liz Hurley stood in a VERY mini-skirt, her large breasts straining
against the gray, metallic looking fabric of the dress she was wearing
and looking very confused.
"Doctor Evil, what is the meaning of this outrage!" she snapped
angrily,"I thought you were orbiting the Earth in cryogenic freezing
inside a Big Boy?"
"My dear Ms. Kensington," I laughed,"You should know by now that
the villain always returns with a devious diabolical plan of delicious,
deliberately deviant deviousness."
"Ahhh, you already said devious," Liz pointed out.
My eyes narrowed and my shoulders hunched up.
"So what? Can't a fricking Evil Doctor repeat himself sometimes!
I mean, cut me some freaking slack here!"
I got up from my chair and stormed from the room, waving my arms
and grumbling angrily. The moment the 'automatic' doors opened and I left
the room, Liz froze in place. Later on the film would also be edited to
remove the pause as I removed the bald cap on my head and pulled off the
large, bulky gray tunic of Doctor Evil, then pulled myself into a business
suit and put an eye-patch on.
And so, for both the viewers later on and Liz Hurley now, it seemed
only a second between the exit of Dr. Evil and the entrance of Number
Two.
"Ahhh, Ms. Kensington, how lovely it is to see you," I said,
raising an eyebrow,"The last time I saw you, you were in a small
cardboard box reading this side up."
"What?" Liz asked, confused.
"You see, some time ago the Legitimate Front for Dr. Evil's huge
Evil Empire joined in a secret, silent partnership with two young men
fresh out of Silicon Valley. Today Microsoft is the biggest software
developer in the world, and their research enabled us to create you, my
dear, the most advanced robotic android in the world."
"What! You mean I'm....?!"
"Yes," I said with a devious smile,"Vanessa, you are a fem-bot."
"What! But how can I... I mean I've always.... and my mother... and
Austin....."
"Ahh yes, Austin Powers, even now the Mark II Vanessa fem-bot is
enjoying her honeymoon with The Man Of Mystery. He will soon discover,
to his horror," I paused, cocking my head slightly,"Or possibly to his
enjoyment, that she is a fem-bot, and then he will die."
"Aren't you dead?" she asked suddenly, arching an eyebrow,"You
fell into that pit?"
"No, not dead," I whispered softly, stroking the fake burn-mark
on my cheek,"Only very badly burnt, but that is not the point, do you
know why the Mark II Vanessa is currently enjoying a honeymoon with
Austin Powers?"
"No, why?" she asked me. Our conversation was not going along
very realistically, but it fitted the Austin Powers stereotype well
enough.
"Because of certain functional difficulties in the Mark I model,
that's you."
"Functional difficulties?"
I loved her accent, it was partly what had inspired this whole
International concept in the first place. I only had two women in mind,
but I felt that if it worked, I might make it an annual occasion, after
all, with LeBlanc in prison (*) I was free and clear to pursue my interests
to my hearts content.
"You were less of a fem-bot than you were a... nypmh-bot," I
chuckled,"You were a little too enthusiastic when it came to the sexual
side of your assignment, and we needed Powers to have to work to get at
a more conservative Vanessa than you were capable of portraying. So
we put you away and brought out Mark II, using the connection between
you to keep track of Austin Powers. As a strange side-result, you once
again believed you were Vanessa, rather than knowing the truth, that you
are a fem-bot."
"If all this is true, which I don't believe for a second," Liz
growled,"Why are you telling me all this? Why am I even... 'operational?'"
"Because quite simply, I spend all my time running both the
Legitimate Front for Dr. Evil's vast Evil Empire, as I stated earlier,
and also cleaning up after the mess Dr. Evil makes every time he comes up
with a new evil scheme. As a result, I need executive relief, but I hate
having to pay for it, it makes it seem so sleazy."
"What?" she snapped, looking confused and irritated.
"Do I have to spell it out!" I sighed, lifting a remote control
with lot of buttons on it and one BIG red one. I pushed the button and
smiled.
"We're going to get freaky."
(*) The Celebrity Hypnotist used Matt LeBlanc as a patsy,
convincing the world that The FRIENDS star was really The CH. He
chose LeBlanc partly because of his suitability, but also to get
revenge on Lisa Kudrow, who had been making life tough on him. You
can get the full story in the previous chapters of my Celebrity
Hypnotist story - dimitri_resides@yahoo.com
Liz Hurley knelt between my legs, my cock in her mouth as she
sucked hungrily on my meat. My hands gripped the back of her head, her
long brunette hair running between my fingers.
"Ahhhh, good," I moaned happily,"Suck my cock, Vanessa, make me
feel good."
The moment I'd pushed that button, her mind had made her believe
that she really was overwhelmed with total sexual desire. At that moment,
due to my conditioning, she was totally over-ridden with lust and a
desire to please me in order to fulfill her own worth.
Ahhh the wonders of hypnosis.
Elizabeth Hurley lowered her head down, getting more and more of
my prick inside of her sexy mouth, her lips stretched around my cock-shaft
swallowing more and more of me into her. She fought off the gag reflex
easily, obviously more than a little experienced at this type of thing,
unless of course my conditioning had so overwhelmed her that she would
ignore any discomfort to herself and concentrate only on the pleasure. It
was a possibility, although most (lesser) hypnotists would say that such
thing was impossible. They were idiots, taking as gospel the old myth
that a person couldn't be hypnotized into doing something they didn't want
to do. It was easy, you simply made them WANT to do it, it was called
finesse, it was called style and it was called skill, and I had it all
and a whole lot more.
By now, Liz had gotten most of my cock into her mouth and was
deep-throating me like an expert. She moaned around my shaft as she sucked
on it, her hair smooth and silky beneath my hands as I began to pump my
crotch up into her beautiful, Cover-Girl face, face fucking Elizabeth
Hurley, whose rise to fame had come from wearing two small pieces of black
cloth and some safety pins.
Her tight sucking lips wrapped hotly around my cock, dragging up
and down over my cock as I fucked in and out of her mouth. I got myself
worked up, enjoying the sensation of not just her mouth around my cock,
orally pleasuring me, but the FACT that it was Liz Hurley's mouth around
my cock, orally pleasuring me.
She moaned happily, hungrily sucking on my cock as it fucked in
and out of her mouth, but when I felt myself reaching the point of no
return I quickly lifted her head from my lap.
"Not so quickly, Vanessa," I chuckled, wishing I could take this
stupid eye-patch off,"Don't gorge yourself on the appetizer when the main
course awaits."
"Huh?" she asked.
I sighed again, and soon made my plans evident.
Sitting down in Dr. Evil's command chair, I motioned for Liz
to sit up on my lap, facing me with legs spread to either side of my
thighs, her curved ass resting just above my knees.
I cupped one large tit in hand and lowered my mouth to it, taking
in the erect nipple and lightly sucking on it, nibbling softly at it with
my teeth. Her breasts were large but didn't stand up high and round on
her chest without the artificial aid of a bra. Not that I minded, they
were hardly sagging and I much preferred natural breasts to the silicon
ones found in a lot of stars nowadays.
I moved from breast to breast, sucking at Liz Hurley's nipples
and cupping her tits, feeling the increasing wetness of her cunt
plastered against my thigh, the heat delicious and stimulating my already
erect cock to strain up even further.
Moving away from her breasts, I lightly grabbed her by the hips
and indicated it was time. She happily lifted her ass up and scooted
forward over me, lowering herself down onto my cock.
She impaled herself to the hilt on my rigid prick with an easy,
fluid motion, as if we were old lovers. I groaned happily at the wonderful
feel of my cock sliding past the tight, hot clinging contours of Elizabeth
Hurley's cunt.
She began to bounce up and down on top of me, lifting her ass and
grinding her cunt back and forth on my cock, her tits bouncing and shaking,
swaying and jiggling about erotically as she became overtaken with sexual
desire, her inhibitions and moral objections totally blown away by the false
belief that she was a fem-bot and driven by nothing more than sexual needs
and desires.
I gripped her shapely hips with both hands, watching with a smug
grin as my cock plunged in and out of Liz's hot pussy, my shaft glistening
with her wetness, enjoying her tight, juicy heat.
The contractions of her lovely pussy, mixed with the pleasure of
her oral ministrations earlier and the very fact that it was Elizabeth
Hurley riding my cock like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco was driving me
over the edge, and sensing this seemed to push Liz herself over the edge
as well.
"YESSSSssssssss!" she hissed through clenched teeth, grinding her
cunt firmly against my crotch and riding her curved ass in small, twisting
circles. She arched her back, throwing her cunt forward against me with
everything that she had, and came with a squeal of pleasure. Her cunt
locked around my penis like a hot, juicy vise, milking my member as her
own juices rushed down the sides of my cock.
My arms rushed up her side, momentarily slid over her plump
breasts before running between her arms - her hands locked behind my
neck - and gripped behind her shoulders, pulling her forward against me
as I slammed my cock up hard into her squeezing cunt as her body shook
and twisted about on my crotch, whimpering and moaning through her orgasm.
My back arched and I groaned with the always unbelievable physical
and mental pleasure of - my work - sexual intercourse. Liz seemed to be
in sexual heaven as she enjoyed a totally uninhibited, guilt free orgasm.
The benefit of my conditioning is that in some cases - where it suited
me - I could reduce my chosen conquests to the level of an
animal, responding without thought of consequence or repercussions to pure
physical stimuli. This made my system of purging the memories of these
events all the easier, they dreamed of the events and left them in their
short term memory like they would any natural dream, not thought of
consciously and soon removed by the minds own natural processes. It helped
that they acted out of character or without guilt, because it was SO out
of character that it only reinforced the belief that it was a dream.
My cock exploded inside of her, shooting my cum up into
her flooded, seething cunt as her orgasm began to wind down, our bodies
locked together, her tits pressed firmly against my chest, her cunt
gripping hungrily around my cock, her delightful asscheeks on my thighs.
I lay back in the comfortable chair, Elizabeth Hurley on top of
me, smiling in content.
"How did you enjoy that, Ms. Kensington?" I joked.
"You're definitely not Number 2 in my book," she replied happily,
and we both chuckled, and a second later her face was blank and she was
lying heavily against me.
I sat her up and slid my cock out of her pussy, settling her down
on the chair as I stood up and pulled off the silly eye-patch and ripped
away the fake burn mark.
The scene was done, now it was clean-up time. I'd get dressed,
then use her current fugue state to make her shower and clean up, get
dressed and head back to her Hotel room with no memory of these events,
except for what she would dream of at some point in the next week or so.
Then I would remove all the films and camera, wipe away any
possible areas I might have left fingerprints on and then leave, secure
that by tomorrow the props and set would have been deconstructed and taken
away, with no sign that this had ever occurred.
And if it wasn't for the tapes and my own memory, there would be
no one alive who could prove it ever had.
Office's Of Salinger, Gorman & McKenzie - New York City.
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Fabian Cortez was an asshole.
An innocent asshole, Donovan Prescott reminded himself, but an
asshole nonetheless.
The case was going well, Donovan's research having unearthed a
history of prejudice and corruption in the leading Detective, evidence
that he was unable to use in the case because it was sealed after no
finding had been made against the Detective. At first this had discouraged
Donovan, but Alex McKenzie - whom he was first chairing for - had soon come
up with a way of getting The Detective to reveal the information himself on
the Witness Stand, all it would take was some circuitous questioning that
Donovan would be more than capable of.
The ethical ambiguity of this had bothered him at first, but again
Alex had convinced him that it was a necessary evil to help free an innocent
man from a corrupt system.
"....so, in conclusion, we are very, very confident of
victory," Alex was saying to Cortez,"We'll soon have these ridiculous
charges dropped."
Cortez yawned, obviously bored and acting as he had since the first
day Donovan had met him, treating this very serious case as if it was
nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
"Just see to it that it's over soon, I have tired of spending my
weekends in this foul, gray little city, I want to go to the beach again."
"Have no fear," chuckled McKenzie, as Donovan held back
an expression of disgust,"You'll have plenty of time to prepare for New
Years!"
Donovan sighed inwardly, knowing that this would not be the case
for him, his workload had impressed the Partners a great deal, and to
reward him they'd given him research assignments for the majority of the
cases they had running right now.
It would not be a Merry Christmas, nor would it be a Happy New
Year, for Donovan Prescott, but the investment in his future would be
worth it. He planned to break the tradition of this firm and be made
Partner before he was here more than 2 years, and he'd decided that NOTHING
was going to get in his way.
He had no idea how true that would prove to be.
John Fitzgerald Kennedy International Airport - New York City.
I got into JFK 3 hours before Natalie Imbruglia's flight was due
to arrive, moving in through a service entrance that had conveniently
been left open by an Operative of The Organization. Our happy little
group had people set up in possibly advantageous positions throughout
the city, and we had Operatives capable of assuming most any role that
might be requested of them. It was one of the former who had left the
entrance open for me, allowing me to slip inside and grab the Security
Pass and uniform that had been left for me.
A perfect fit, I made my way past Security Cameras feeding a loop
back to the very impressive Security Station set up in the Airport and
moved into one of several Security/Customs Offices to be found at JFK,
this one closed for the day due to servicing on the wiring, which would
give an excuse for the cameras to be disabled in said room, the loop being
fed to the Security Station had been set to run no longer than five minutes
to make sure the highly trained Security Staff would not need any reason
to grow suspicious.
It would have been far easier to organize a private jet to Natalie,
then divert it while she slept and set up a fake Customs office in a fake
airport setting, but this was far more fun, much more of a challenge to
pull off and thus more exciting to me. The higher the risk, the bigger
the challenge, the better my performance.
I settled down behind the small table, one of only three pieces
of furniture in the relatively small room (the other two chairs for the
passenger brought into the Office and the Customs Officer) and having
gotten comfortable and satisfied myself that everything was in place, I
lifted the paper and scanned the headlines.
After going through the major headlines, I noted with interest a
small blurb mentioning a story on Lucy Lawless, probably to do with her
pregnancy.
I grinned, an unexpected memory flashing through my mind, a memory
of a very enjoyable encounter with the so-called Warrior Princess. It
had been a couple of months before her memorable rendition of the National
Anthem at a hockey game, complete with nipple slip for her adoring fans.
I hadn't been involved in that, although I suspected another one
of The Organization's 'employees' had been. There was a
Celebrity Fetishist at work in The Organization, organizing for our Clients
the chance to see their favorite Celebrities engaged in whatever said
Client's particular fetish was. This could be as mundane as watching
someone shower or flash something in public, to as strange as watching
them urinate to as weird as seeing them walk over snails in platform shoes.
I didn't know who The Celebrity Fetishist was, or indeed if they
were a man or a woman, but their ability to achieve any Client's fetish
was remarkable and to be respected. I myself had fulfilled a couple of
Clients less 'weird' fetishes, such as the time I'd screwed Julia Roberts
and Cindy Crawford and cum over Cindy's legs (*), but generally speaking I
was a mouth, tits, cunt and ass man, anything else was just being silly
in my opinion.
But on the occasion I'd met Lucy Lawless, the only fetish involved
had been a fetish standard to nearly every heterosexual man in the world.
One man, two women.
(*) Back in Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 9.
End Celebrity Hypnotist 14 - Part 01/03
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