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Hypno Celeb 48: Carol Alt
by MAW
MC,MF

     Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave
now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you
feel like trying this, seek help.
     This story is based on a manufactured image at
www.Privatepages.com, a must for any hypno fan. It also
introduces yet another recurring character of mine. All comments
and suggestions/scenarios welcomed. Enjoy.


     Rob saw her on the beach and it only took a moment to
recognize her. It was Carol Alt, the former model who still
looked in great shape. She was carrying a bag over her shoulder,
a white shirt and jean shorts covering the suit she wore. Her
long hair framed around her attractive face as she walked by. Rob
had been in advertising enough years to recognize her. He had
come in contact with a lot of models, none of whom gave him much
of a second glance. Although he was a great developer of ad
campaigns, Rob didn't have much in looks. He was slightly out of
shape, not the handsomest of men and his dark hair was beginning
to lose its battle against pattern baldness. 
     Rob absently rubbed at the hand where his ring had been. The
divorce had been difficult and he had come to this island to
relax. His boss had suggested the vacation, telling him he needed
to get away instead of burning himself out at work. Although he
had been enjoying himself, the sight of the beautiful model
brought back the images of the young wife who had left him for
another man. He knew he had to get back in, but he didn't know
how. His ex-wife had hurt him deeply, so much that a sustaining
relationship wasn't in the cards for him. Unfortunetly, it wasn't
easy to have a one-night stand anymore. All the women he knew
wanted a commitment of some kind and breaking it off had been
ugly.
     Rob suddenly noticed the figure sitting on the bench next to
him. He seemed out of place, an old man with a white beard, his
features strong despite his sagging face and he was staring at
Rob with interested eyes. He wore tan shorts and shirt and was
leaning on the head of his cane. "You might be the one," he
suddenly said.
     "Excuse me?" Rob asked.
     "Let me guess. You've been divorced, badly, you don't want a
long-standing relationship, but you still need to get your cock
off now and then. Above all, you desire the gorgeous women who
pass you by. Am I right?"
     "It's that obvious."
     "Let me tell you something. Thirty years ago, I was in
exactly your position, sitting on this very bench, when someone
came up and told me what I'm about to tell you."
     "Which is?" Despite himself, Rob was intrigued.
     "I'll show you." The man reached into his pocket and pulled
out a small disk. A chain was attached to it. The disk itself was
multicolored, red, green and yellow mixing in a spiral pattern.
If he didn't know better, Rob would swear the spiral was moving.
"Excuse me, miss?" The man waved down a young woman who was
passing by. She was college age, blond with a killer body,
breasts barely covered by the bikini top she wore. "Yes?" she
said, a touch of impatience in her voice.
     In response, the old man held the disk up. It caught the
sun's light and seemed to glow and Rob could suddenly tell that
the spiral really was moving. The girl's eyes fell on it and
widened, her own eyes seeming to glow as well. She seemed to go
slack, staring at the medallion. "Young lady, why don't you show
us your breasts?" The old man said. To Rob's surprise, she undid
the knot at her back and lifted her bikini top up, her breasts
falling loose. "Holy shit," Rob whispered.
     "That's good, my dear, now put your top back on." After the
girl had done so, the old man lowered the disk. "When I snap my
fingers, you'll wake up and go on your way and remember nothing
of what happened here." He snapped his fingers and the girl
blinked her eyes, clarity returning to her features. She seemed
confused for a moment, staring at the two men, then turned and
walked away.
     Rob stared at the old man. "That disk hypnotizes them
instantly?" he asked, amazed.
     "Most of the time," the old man replied. "With some, you
have to talk them into it. But they can't help it. As soon as
that disk is shown, they're caught."
     "Incredible."
     "It's yours," the old man said, handing it over. Rob stared
at it, then at him, confused. "The man who gave it to me was
dying. Said he wanted to pass it on to someone like him before he
went. When I got my diagnosis that I've got six months left, I
decided to come here and do the same. Whether you want to or not
when it's your time, that's up to you. In the meantime, use it."
     "For what?"
     "Oh, I think you know what, my friend." 

     Carol walked out of the water, her scuba mask held in one
hand. She ran a hand through her dark wet hair as she walked up
the beach. The dive had been pretty good, letting her enjoy her
vacation. She wore a pink suit with a v design showing off her
cleavage, the cloth just covering her breasts. She was surprised
to see how far she'd gone. This section of the beach was
deserted, with no one around for quite a bit. Oh, well, a walk
would be a perfect way to get any kinks out of her body.
     She leaned against a rock, running a hand through her hair.
A motion caught her eye and she looked up to see a disk suddenly
fall into her line of vision. It glowed, the spiral pattern
shifting as she saw it. She thought it was strange. In the next
moment, she thought nothing at all. 
     Rob came from his place behind the rock, the chain holding
the disk in front of Carol's eyes. Her mask fell from her fingers
as the spell overtook her mind. She stared forward, the glow in
her eyes fading to let Rob know she was under. "Carol, can you
hear me?"
     "Yes," Carol replied softly.
     "Carol, what do you want to do?"
     "I will do anything you want me to do, Master."
     Rob smiled. The Master part was a nice bonus. "All you want
to do is serve me, right Carol?"
     "Yes."
     Rob couldn't wait any longer. His penis was pushing against
the fabric of his suit. He took Carol by the thin hips and kissed
her. He was surprised to see her respond with passion. It sounded
as if the old man had been right. The disk not only hypnotized
women, it also aroused them. He wasn't going to complain. He
brought Carol over behind the rock and lay her down on the sand.
He buried his head in the space between her breasts. He pulled
the small strap off her head and the front of the suit fell away,
exposing her pert breasts. He kissed both of the pointed nipples
and felt them harden under his tongue. 
     Rob lay Carol down on the sand, the grains mixing into her
wet hair. He shoved down his shorts and pulled down her suit
until her naked form was completely exposed. He inserted his hard
cock into her pussy and began to pump her. He pushed his rod in
and out of her in slow movements. The hypnotized woman moaned as
she felt him driving into her. Her fingernails raked his back and
she gasped as he kissed her nipples. Rob pushed his cock in and
out of her with more speed, feeling himself building. He shot
into her, hearing her cry out as she felt him come.
     Rob took her once more, then had Carol get dressed. "Carol,
when I snap my fingers, you will wake up and go away. You will
not remember anything that has happened here. But if you ever see
this disk again, you will instantly fall into this wonderful
state." Rob snapped his fingers. Carol blinked her eyes open and
shrugged. She gathered up her things and walked back to the main
beach area, not even giving Rob a second glance.
     Rob glanced back at the sidewalk nearby and saw a figure
there for the first time. It was the old man, smiling and nodding
with his cane as he turned and walked away. Rob nodded his thanks
and looked down at the disk. Suddenly, he couldn't wait to get
back to work.


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