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HypFant 7: Inside Scoop
by MAW
MC, MF
Starring Charlie Spardling (Meridian)

     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. I haven't heard much from this woman in a
while. Too bad, I liked her in the movie mentioned above. And she
resembles the woman in the image mentioned. All
suggestions/scenarios and comments welcomed. Enjoy.

     Suzanne ran a hand through her dark hair as she walked to
the receptionist's desk. She hoped she looked alright with her
white blouse and skirt. She had to present a professional air if
she hoped to get this. She had to be cool and calm and easygoing.
     "If you don't let me in, you bitch, I swear to God I'll
disembowel your tongue and stick it up your ass." Suzanne's
temper often got the best of her, especially when she was
irritated. She couldn't help it. She'd been trying for over a
week to get this. Dr. Mercer had come to town a few months
earlier and had gained a large amount of attention for the
success of his center for the treatment of emotional stress.
Suzanne's editor had decided she would be perfect to cover to
interview the doctor and find out his secret. Currently, Suzanne
wasn't exactly winning her way inside. 
     "It's all right, Grace," a deep voice suddenly entered the
room. "I've been expecting the young lady." Charlie turned and
looked at Dr. Mercer. He was a handsome man in his fifties, with
graying hair and beard and piercing dark eyes. "Although I
anticipated your arrival, I'm not approving of it."
     "Dr. Mercer, I was sent here to learn about you and your
methods," Suzanne said after introducing herself. "People with
emotional disorders that defied all treatment have reported
incredible turnarounds since coming to you. How do you do it?"
     "That information is proprietary," Mercer said. "As well as
highly confidential. I simply will not tell it to anyone. I have
discouraged reporters before and I will continue to do so. Give
that message to your editor. Good day." With that, he turned and
walked off, leaving Suzanne to glare after him.

     Suzanne took a deep breath as she eased the door opened. She
was surprised to find it unlocked, given the time of night it
was. The clinic had supposedly closed a few hours later, but
there were a few dim lights on inside. Suzanne lightly stepped
inside and made her way through the darkness. She knew she was
taking a big risk, but she had to do it. Without a scoop about
this clinic, her editor would banish her to the classified
section. She needed this.
     A noise caught her attention, coming from a lit room down
the hall. Suzanne crept along the wall and pushed the door a few
inches aside to observe. Mercer had his receptionist, Grace,
spread out on the desk, naked and was nailing her in the ass. He
gripped her cheeks tight as he shoved his hard cock into her,
each thrust accompanied by a gasp on her part.
     "She does a lot more than dictation," Suzanne muttered under
her breath as she moved away. She came to a door down the hallway
that seemed to be the receptionist's office. She opened a drawer
and rummaged through some of the files, using a penlight to check
the contents.
     What she saw stunned her. Checks made out to Mercer in
obscene amounts of money, far more than any therapy could cost.
Not only that, there were copies of deeds of ownership giving
Mercer control of cars, boats, houses and even some small
companies. There was even a will from one of the town's richest
women stating that upon her death, Mercer would get everything in
her estate. Knowing the matriarch's love to her family and the
town, Suzanne couldn't believe she'd hand everything she had to a
stranger. 
     The lights suddenly came on, blinding her momentarily. She
spun and saw Mercer standing there, naked. "I thought I heard
someone," he said in a calm tone. "Although I'm disappointed at
your lengths, Suzanne, I definitely am glad you're here."
     For a moment, Suzanne was struck by the incrogunity of the
situation. Then, she went into action, shoving Mercer aside and
running down the hall. She ran to the door. Locked. She ran down
the other hallway trying door after door. All locked until she
came to one, practically leaping inside the room. It was
brilliant white, with lace curtains and a plush floor, like
someone had carpeted with a futon. Suzanne stumbled and fell as
she entered, losing her breath.
     Suzanne glanced up to see Mercer hold something in front of
her. It was a brilliant amber bauble attached to a chain. It
seemed to glow as the light hit it, throbbing with a light that
made it impossible for Suzanne to look away. Her every instinct
was to run, but she couldn't move, couldn't tear her gaze away.
She simply sat and watched the shining bauble.
     "This is my secret, Suzanne," Mercer said. "This is how I
can get my patients to do what I want. Act how I want, feel how I
want, anything I want, they're more than happy to do. Because
what I want is the same thing they want. You want to kneel there,
Suzanne. Kneel and watch the bauble, glowing in front of you. You
don't want to look away. You don't want to run. You just want to
kneel and stare and let me tell you what to do.
     "You are losing your will, Suzanne. It's all right, it's
perfectly all right. You want to lose your will. You want to
submit yourself to me. You want to let me dominate you. You don't
want to think, don't want to move. All you want to do is what I
tell you." Mercer could see it work perfectly. The special
lighting inside the amulet sent out a pattern that perfectly and
almost instantly hypnotized the subject. Suzanne's entire body
had relaxed, her head lolling back as she stared at the brilliant
amber light, allowing it to drain away her will. She couldn't
think anymore and didn't want to. She waited for Mercer to
command her however he pleased.
     "How are you, Suzanne?" Mercer asked, knowing the answer.
     "Fine, Doctor," she replied.
     "Good. What do you want to do, Suzanne?"
     "Anything you ask of me, Doctor."
     "Very good." Mercer placed the bauble on the table and
lifted Suzanne to her feet. "Just stay right there, Suzanne," he
said. "Now, I am going to undress you. As each item of clothing
is taken off of you, you will feel extremely aroused. Very
aroused. By the time you are naked, you will not feel at all
embarrassed but instead will feel so incredibly aroused you will
want to let yourself be fucked immediately. Do you understand?"
     "Yes, Doctor." Mercer started disrobing her. He pulled her
blouse off and unsnapped her white bra. He let his fingers
lightly graze her nice breasts before continuing. He unsnapped
her skirt, yanking it off of her. He hooked his fingers into her
panties and slowly slid them down her legs. At his command, she
lifted her feet so he could push the panties aside. 
     He turned the naked reporter around and cupped his hands on
her ass, glad at her moan in response. He ran his hands up her
back and then to her front, grabbing and squeezing her breasts.
His hard cock ran against one buttock as he pinched her nipples,
massaging Suzanne's breasts. The hypnotized reporter was waiting
for more pleasure, hoping the Doctor would reward her soon.
     Her wish was granted as Mercer spun her around and shoved
her onto the soft floor. He straddled himself onto her, kissing
her on the mouth. It wasn't a warm kiss, lacking true emotion,
but Suzanne's mesmerized mind didn't notice. She felt hotter than
she ever had before and needed release soon. Gripping Mercer's
cock in her hands, she pushed it over and inserted it into her
wet clit. Mercer slowly rubbed his body against hers as his cock
worked its way inside. He buried his head in her breasts as he
continued to pork her, licking the nipples with his tongue. His
cock slid in and out of her passage, each time sending her more
and more into ecstasy until he finally shot his way into her
fully, blowing her conscious mind away with an incredible orgasm. 
     Mercer slid his way out of her and lay back. He suddenly
remembered Grace, lying asleep in his office. He'd have to send
her home. His thoughts were interrupted when Suzanne straddled
him and took his cock into her mouth. As she began sucking on it,
running her tongue in and out of her mouth, Mercer calmly talked
to her, granting her an exclusive interview, telling her exactly
what she wanted to know and what he would let her remember. He
finished just before shooting his wad into her mouth and was
doubly satisfied.

     Mercer reread the article again, smiling. Suzanne had done a
wonderful job. Her glowing review of the clinic and her praise of
his methods, was sure to gain more attention and more clients.
Mercer could already imagine the bankrolls he would soon be
diving into. And Suzanne's position at the paper could hardly
hurt in giving him respectability. It paid to have the power of
the press on your side. 


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