Message-ID: <16778eli$9810280532@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: see@below.for.e-mail (Dimitri M) Subject: (Dimitri) Celebrity Hypnotist Chapter 7 (2/5) (m/f, oral, anal) - Neve Campbell, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Debbe Dunning, Patricia Richardson Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <71481d$mov$2@newsource.ihug.co.nz> The Internet does not exist in the physical world, and hence is not subject to the laws of any country... however, your country and/or state does have laws, and your computer does fall under the jurisdiction of those laws. Therefore, if it is illegal in your country and/or state to view pornography, then it is illegal for you to read this story and I will accept no responsibility if you do so... Get it? Got it? Good. If you like this story and would like to see more, or make a compliment or even constructive criticism, then send your e-mails to - dimitri_resides@hotmail.com If you want to pick up some of my other stories, but are terrified to ask me for them, you can go to the following URL's : 1 : ftp://asstr.ml.org 2 : http://come.to/dimitri - note that this is not my site, I just write the stories in my section of the archive, that's it. Celebrity Hypnotist Part Seven (2/5) --------------------------------------- Office Of The Head Of The Organization. --------------------------------------- At the same time as I was telling Bart about The Home Improvement fiasco, The Head was in a meeting with a man who was quickly rising in the ranks of The Organization. The meeting was interrupted when the phone rang. The Head took the phonecall, apologizing to Kevin. "The cheque bounced? Okay send some info to Ken Starr, the cigar incident should do the trick," he paused,"Push it all the way to impeachment if you have to, it didn't work with Nixon but no one will want to repeat his mistakes." He hung up. "Mr Clinton?" asked Kevin. The Head nodded, then said. "I'm sorry to interrupt you Mr Spacey, you were saying." "Indeed," he said,"I've been helping in the inquiries into the murdered Operatives from our colleagues last assignment." He nodded,"As part of your bid to move into the management sector of our Organization. What have you come up with?" "From our interrogation of the photographer we discovered that he was informed of the... event, by a mysterious woman. We were unable to discover anything else despite very meticulous examination of his correspondence, e-mail, phone records and rendezvous with various sources. It seemed we'd come up with a dead end until I came across the idea to cross reference our colleagues past assignments with known problems The Organization has come across." "And what did you come up with?" asked The Head, leaning forward in interest. "Our colleague remains the number one supplier for The Organization but he seems to have lost his usual tight control. Problems have slipped in to several of his last assignments. The Friends assignment ended prematurely when Lisa Kudrow dealt to him, then acted outside of the script for some spontaneous action. He himself acted outside the script on his very next assignment with Daphne Zuniga, then his Mad About You assignment for our own Mr Clinton ended prematurely when a tour group appeared from nowhere. His setup for the so-called Bat-Orgy was admirably executed as usual, but the actual event itself ended early with the arrival of the photographer and the discovery that two of our Operatives were missing, later discovered to have been murdered." "Are you suggesting he is sabotaging his own assignments?" asked The Head incredulously. "Not at all," replied Kevin,"In fact I believe they are being sabotaged by the only common connection I could find." "And that is?" "Lisa Kudrow," he replied, closely monitoring how The Head would react. The Head blinked twice, then smiled,"Well done Mr Spacey, what do you know about her?" "I know she's supposed to be a very lowly member of the management team," he replied,"But that she is actually responsible for a great deal more... I suspect you are grooming her to be your replacement and are keeping her in her position so no one will attempt to manipulate her." He smiled once more, not the false grin he usually reserved for his show, but warm and friendly,”It seems I have underestimated you, Mr Spacey... but I find it unlikely that Mrs Kudrow would deliberately sabotage our most efficient and highest supplier." "Unless she was interested in bringing The Organization down," Kevin replied,"Or she wanted to weaken it so she could step into your seat much earlier." The Head obviously hadn't considered this. Eventually he said,"Thank you Kevin, you've certainly opened my eyes to new possibilities... including a possible new future replacement." His meaning was clear, if Lisa was indeed sabotaging The Celebrity Hypnotist, he would find out why and then get her out of the way, not necessarily in that order, and that would leave the way clear for Kevin Spacey to become The Head's eventual successor. Except Kevin had no intention of waiting any longer then he had to, he already had plans to be rid of The Head within a month, or as soon as he had discovered where Lisa Kudrow stood. He left the Office smiling, while The Head went about trying to resolve the Gillian Anderson problem. ---------------------------- The Home Improvement Fiasco. ---------------------------- With a prodigious show of strength (well it would have been if I wasn't in a easily breakable plaster cast) I smashed the concrete away and stood staring fiercely at Debbe, who smiled seductively and stood up. She watched as I began stripping my clothes off, lightly sucking on one finger. I had a little trouble getting my jeans off, in my apparent eagerness I forgot to unbutton the top button of my fly, so my cock was trapped sticking out of the crotch. This was of course a humorous moment put in for the audience so we could retain that whole sitcom feel for the client... "What?" I asked as Bart cut me off. "Who was the client?" he repeated. "I don't know," I replied dismissively,”I don't always have to know, it really doesn't always interest me. When it's a big client they might tell me so I get the message everything has to go right, and sometimes I find out just for the sake of finding out, but this time I didn't really care." "Right," replied Bart, losing his momentary interest,"Back to the story." Back to the story, no apology for cutting me off when I was obviously into he story. Still, at least it meant he thought he was in charge. ....but the audience didn't even titter. Now this problem was beginning to register at the back of my mind. Debbe turned around and slowly pulled the straps of her tight fitting overalls down past her shoulders. She peeled the tight denim down, revealing tight little denim shorts that seemed to be disappearing up her ass. She stepped out of the overalls, then slowly peeled her little shorts - panties included - down past her beautifully rounded ass and revealed her firm, tanned asscheeks to me. Then she lifted her shirt up, I could only see her back but the audience would be treated to the sight of her magnificent breasts. There should have been a long, drawn out ooohhh but the moaning and cries of pleasure continued unabated. I was still ignoring it, and Debbe was programmed not to notice them, since she actually thought she was Heidi and I was Tim Taylor. She bent over the workbench, presenting her magnificent ass to me, twisting her head she said to me. "What are you waiting for Timmy, come and get me." I stepped forward and slid one hand over her wonderful ass, sliding my fingers between her asscrack, pressing for a second against her asshole. I considered for a second, I had just recently buttfucked a woman for the first time and I wondered about making an addition to the script... but then my hand slid down and felt her wet pussy, juices already flowing, and my mind was instantly back on track. Her cunt was shaven around the lips, and lightly trimmed around the muff. It looked incredibly tight and hot, and grabbing my cock in hand I pushed forward, pressing the tip between her cuntlips. "Come on Tim," she moaned,"Put that big thing in me!" I had just cum minutes earlier in her mouth, and my still erect cock should have been aching, but I had hypnotized myself earlier to not feel the pain, and convinced my mind that after the blowjob I would release a rush of endorphins (easy enough to do when you knew as much about the subconscious minds incredible control over the brain as I did) and feel double their usual effect. Grabbing her by both hips and staring down at her beautiful butt, I pushed forward with a mighty plunge and my cock pushed all the way into her hot, steamy twat. Debbe screamed in pleasure as she felt the sudden, incredible penetration, arching her back up and grabbing the other end of the work bench, holding it tightly and keeping herself in place as I began to pull out of her cunt. Her tight little pussy trying to hold me back as I pulled out. But pull back I did, until just my cockhead remained clasped by her snug, tight little fuckhole. My hard prick glistened with Debbe Dunning's pussy-juice, her tightly stretched cuntlips pulled out as they clung to my shaft. She moaned loudly, wanting me to push my cock back into her cunt. So of course I did as she wanted, and pushed forward again, slamming the full length of my cock back into the vice-like grip of her cunt. "Whooooa," I grunted,"Woman tight!" Nothing, no laughter from the audience. "A lot tighter than Jill?" she asked, but I didn't answer, continuing to fuck the hot young star. My cock slid in and out of my horny assistants pussy like some machine piston. One of my hands had slid around her waist as I leaned over till my head was slightly above and next to hers. Soon my fingers were pressing against her clitoris. Her plump tits were pressed against the workbench, her nipples grinding against the wood as her body began moving backwards and forwards with each thrust of my cock into her cunt, her hands holding her in place for now. "Fuck me!" she screamed,"Fuck me hard, fill my cunt with your cock!" "Damn straight," I murmured, my hips banging against her ass with each thrust, I fucked her harder and harder, loving the feel of her cunt clasping onto my cock and her ass ramming against my pelvis everytime I pushed forward. - The other scene must be going well, - I thought, - Considering all that noise. - - "UHHH!" cried Patricia Richardson as she felt Richard's rather large cock press against the entrance to her pussy, then push forward as he entered her. He had been reluctant, trying to convince her this wasn't what she wanted, but she had quickly overridden him and his natural instincts had taken over. Now the sexy woman lay on her back on a table in the still conveniently empty bar, her tits were large and plump, hanging to her sides with only the slightest indication of sag. Her pussy-hair wasn't shaved, but she kept it trimmed down. Her cuntlips were lined with a thin growth of furry pussy-hair. She made a low, animalistic cry of passion deep in her throat as she felt his long, fat cock penetrating her pussy. Lifting up her firm, toned legs she wrapped them around Richard's waist, holding him down, making sure he wouldn't have any second thoughts. Richard began to push in and out of her tight, crammed to the brim cunt with urgent, desperate strokes. His ass lifting her legs up and down with every pelvic motion. "Yeah," she moaned,"Do it, fuck me Al! I'll show Tim he's not the only one who can cheat!" If Richard had had any doubts about being the tool for her revenge they were quickly dispelled the moment his cock entered her tight cunt, which wrapped around his cock tightly. She arched her back, pressing her head against the table as Richard grabbed her shoulders, pressing her tits together as he began thrusting harder, thrilling to the incredible heat and tightness of Patricia Richardson fuckhole. "Take it, take it!" moaned Richard as he rammed into her with his fat cock. Pat's hands gripped at the edges of the table as Richard's cock fucked into her, his thick shaft rasping along the top wall of her cunt and her clit with each and every stroke. Her tits were pressed together between his arms as he clutched her shoulders, his eyes staring into hers as he fucked her faster and faster. His fat cock penetrated her deeply, the walls of her cunt actually stretching around his shaft and she loved the feel of him inside of her. Richard seemed to be timing his thrusts to her breathing, which was coming faster and faster, she was gasping for air, moaning and groaning excitedly as she was fucked by her husbands assistants cock. She longed to feel every last inch of his cock in her, it wasn't enough to have him push all his cock in, she wanted him to grind the base of his cock against her pubic bone. She wanted him to cram every last little inch of his fat cock into her gripping, eager pussy. "It's coming, it's coming!" moaned Richard. "Me too, me too, yes!" she squealed. He began fucking her harder and harder, his cock pushing in and out of her hotly clasping cunt. His back arched up as far as it could go and he thrust his hips forward, pushing every last inch of cock as deep into her cunt as could. Her legs tightened around his waist and if it hadn't been for the marvelous sensation of running through his groin he would have felt pained. "GNNNNNGGGHH!" growled Richard. "HMMMNNNNAAGGGH!!" cried out Patricia. Her cunt clamped down harder than before around his cock as she began her orgasm. Richard continued to grind his cock against her cunt as he felt her juices begin to gush out of her snatch. His cock was so firmly ensconced inside her cunt her juices were trapped inside, and he could feel the warm fluids against his cock. "Huh!" grunted Richard as shot his sperm into her cunt, mixing with her juices. His entire body was so tensed up that he locked into place for a few moments, then it relaxed and he collapsed on top of her. For a few seconds he remained that way, then he rolled off of her, his cock pulling loose from her pulsating cunt with a slurping noise, then her juices ran out onto the bar table. She lightly felt up her breasts, a smug, satisfied look on her face,"That'll show you Toolman." - "Yes, yes, give it to me, fuck me!" cried Debbe as I continued to fuck her. Her tight cunt was so hot it felt like my cock was on fire, her pussylips were clamping down around my cock with each lunge, pulling out each time I pulled back almost as if she didn't want even one inch of my cock out of her cunt. I could see the back of her tits they were so big, from what I could see they were also tanned. That was good, I was looking forward to the third segment of this little piece, a part for my own personal collection where I would wank myself with her tits, I looked forward to cumming on her face, although I wasn't sure how much cum I'd have left after shooting into her cunt. Especially since I had already shot a load down her throat. My top of my cock was running along her clit, sending shock-waves of pleasure with each stroke, keeping her in a constantly escalating state of arousal. She was close to cumming, and I couldn't wait to feel her tight little cunt clamping in orgasmic ecstasy around my shaft. I fucked the beautiful celebrity like a crazy man, driving every inch of my cock into her juicy, grasping cunt, my hips smacking loudly against the firm, tanned cheeks of her ass. Debbi's eyes were closed and she gripped onto the workbench to keep from being thrown backwards and forwards with each thrust of my hips. Sweaty bands of hair hung in front of her face, which was flushed with sexual excitement. Her cunt was clinging tightly to my cock and she was throwing her ass back against my hips, meeting me at midpoint so my cock spent more time in her cunt than out. She was loving the fuck she was getting and her voice was crying out in conjunction with the voices in the audience, and if I wasn't pushed deep into the red-zone of the fuck I would have realized what that meant. I began grunting and moaning louder, fucking my prick into her willing pussy harder and harder, her cunt taking my cock easily, the friction of that pussy on my cock was sending the familiar sensations of pre-orgasmic bliss throughout my system. The moment before cumming was almost as great as the actual moment, and I tried desperately to hold it off as long as possible. As I continued fucking her, feeling the cum trying to explode up from my nuts, Debbe came with a scream of ecstasy and pushed me past the point of no return. As juices burst in a light spray from the small little spaces not crammed with my cock, I knew I couldn't hold it back any longer and I released my control, shooting my sperm deep into her pussy as she squealed and pushed her ass back against my hips. As I calmed down, my accelerated heartbeat relaxing and my tense body relaxing, I lay my chest down against Debbi's back, catching my breath before I planned to turn her around and suck on those tits for awhile before getting a titty fuck. But in the moment of detached, post-orgasmic clarity that comes when the brain resumes control of the body without the usual confusion of sexual desires and fantasies rolling around inside it I finally came to realize just what the lack of laughter from the audience and the cries and moans of sexual pleasure meant. Looking up I already knew what it was I was going to see. "Oh fuck," I muttered as I looked up into the audience and the orgy that had been taking place for a very long time now. ---------------------------- The Gillian Anderson Affair. ---------------------------- Dave Hollaway had learned very early in his career the benefits that came from being a police officer. As a patrolman he'd taken bribes to look the other way, fucked hookers looking to get out of a bust and made a comfortable side income from occasionally stealing small amounts of drugs from the evidence room. He always took little small amounts from large hauls, and no one had ever noticed the small amount gone. After being promoted to Detective he'd enjoyed more benefits, going to work for members of first the Mafia, then after the death of Don Vincini and the promotion of his son Fabrizzio (who hadn't liked Dave) he'd done some odd work for both the Triads and The Russian Mafia, known as The Mafya. He had a tidy sum in an anonymous account, and when he retired and drew his pension in conjunction with the interest he'd be earning, he was satisfied he could live in relative comfort till the day he died. Now Dave was learning there were some disadvantages too. After being placed under arrest and taken to The Fourteenth percent, he was 'accidently' placed in a holding cell with several large black men who had proceeded to express their displeasure at the accommodations. In short he'd had the shit kicked out of him. Next Andy Kimble had come into the holding cell, released the other men and given Dave a good, hard kick to the ribs. "You filthy sonuvabitch," he growled,"You fucking murdering bastard." Dave coughed, a little blood coming up. "Better get used to blood coming from your body," he growled,"I understand after they rape you up the ass the first time you bleed for awhile... and they're gonna fuck you like a freight train I'm sure, in fact I'll see to it that it happens." - What's this? - thought Dave, trying to figure out what Andy's game was, - He's presenting a worst case scenario, trying to put the fear of God into me. He knows something bigger than me is behind this and he wants me to volunteer information, - it was something that he and Rob had done to many an ignorant fucker when they were looking to make a bigger bust. "Oh and they just love cops in prison, if they're not fucking your ass they'll be kicking your ass. And The D.A wants to make an example of you so you're sure to get at least life without parole. Shit, you'll be in jail getting your ass fucked or the shit getting kicked out of you everyday for the rest of your life." He didn't say anything, he wasn't going to volunteer any info first, if they wanted to make a deal he wanted the best possible. It might even be possible to get into the Witness Protection Program and live the rest of his life in relative comfort, even if he was constantly being moved about and had to live his life under various pseudonyms. "How old are you? Thirty-Five, I figure life means that you could live in prison for forty, fifty maybe even sixty years. Fuck, you could spend the next 21,120 days getting your ass fucked and the shit kicked out of you, pretty tough when you think about it, huh?" "Especially when there's someone else out there who deserves it more than me," replied Dave, feeding out a line, hoping Andy would take it. "And just what the hell does that mean?" asked Andy. "Gillian would have given you enough info," Dave said. Andy's next line would tell Dave whether he would indeed spend the next 21,120 days getting his ass fucked and the shit kicked out of him or living in a small town in Florida fishing on the weekends and working in a pet store under the name Martin Dolans. Andy got down on his knees, so he was eye-level with Dave, who was sprawled in a chair. He slid one arm up and pressed it under one of Dave's ribs. He was at such an angle that the camera in the interrogation room wouldn't be able to show it, if it was on at all. In a situation like this he wouldn't be surprised to discover it had suddenly 'broken' and tape recorder evidence would be all the police could offer the D.A, which would be more than enough. "Listen closely asshole," growled Andy,"There's no sweet deal in this one. You either get life as David Hollaway, cop or you get life under some other bullshit name we come up with and no one ever finds out you were a cop. There's no witness protection program, there's no seven years and then back to society. Now are you going to tell us who's behind this whole blackmail thing? We know from the videotape, photos and dossier of Gillian in your car that there's some kind of... organization behind this," he squeezed under Dave's ribs once more. Tears flowed from Dave's eyes as he tried not to show his pain, but it was like a white hot stab into his stomach and his body was bruised and wrecked from the beatings he had taken,"So give them up!" Dave's mind knew that it might be possible to hold out just a little longer, to make an attempt to regain some control over this situation before he lost all hope but his body was screaming for surcease. "OKAY!" he screamed,"I'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING!" Andy pushed up into his ribs one more time, hard, and then he released him, and pulled him up by the neck thrusting him forward to the table and pushing a pen and pad towards him. "Write it down asshole, and if I find out your lying I'll see to it you never walk again." And he left the room. ---------------------------- The Home Improvement Fiasco. ---------------------------- I stared in shock at the scene before me. All the members of the audience were groping and feeling each other up. Some were naked, other fully clothed and others in-between. There were blowjobs, titty fucks and hardcore sex going on. The members of the audience were letting out moans and groans of pleasure as they fucked, sucked, masturbated and generally had a good ol' time. "What the fuck is this?" I whispered in shock. Several of them had dropped down to the floor of the set, just behind the cameras, so that they had more room to fuck. The variety of positions was remarkable. There was missionary, doggy-style, against the wall, woman on top, sides on the floor, 69's, some women sitting on men still sitting in their chairs. Tits were bouncing, cocks were slamming in and out of cunts, mouths and in some cases assholes as several of the men buttfucked more than willing women. Bodies heaved to and fro, their moans of passion had risen so high I was sure that despite being in a soundproof set we could be heard outside. This was a nightmare for several reasons. Firstly all the mess left behind would have to be cleaned up. Then of course I would have to take time to hypnotize each of them more fully than the basic programming they'd been given to make sure they retained no memories of these events as actually having happened outside of dreams or fantasies. Then I had to check all their background details to make sure none of them worked or lived together, and if they did make sure they never shared this particular fantasy or dream if they happened to remember it. But that wasn't the main problem. The main problem was that I had no idea how to stop them from fucking. "SLEEP!" I screamed, falling back on the oldest, most basic trick I could think off when dealing with someone in a trance. When in doubt you fall back on the basics. Several members of the audience collapsed in place, some women falling into a trance while men continued to fuck them, men collapsing against women who squealed for more. Blowjobs tapered off, 69's became just nines and roughly a third of them stopped. I also noticed that members of the crew were also fucking, most of the cameras were pointing at the floor, which meant I'd lost several angles for the video, that pissed me off even more. The cameras already set up would have caught all the action, but having professional cameramen filming was always a bonus. "SLEEP!" I yelled again, and I heard the edge of desperation and panic creeping into my voice. That would never do. I stood still, not moving a muscle. With an exaggerated gesture I breathed in, then breathed out, just the momentary pause gave me time to take control again and think clearly. I made my way up through the aisle between the fucking and sucking members of the audience. Several woman reached out and groped at me. "Come on Toolman," whispered one,"Come beef me up!" I could take some relief from that, they still saw me as Tim Allen, which was what I wanted. I unlocked the door at the back of the stage, having grabbed the key from the pile of my clothes behind the workbench. I peered out and was relieved to see the place was still deserted, things hadn't gotten totally out of control. Naked, I strode down the corridor and around to the sound-booth, which was set just behind and above the audience. Entering using the masterkey I found the soundtech fucking his assistant, who didn't look a day over eighteen, against the wall. "Asshole," I muttered, then,"Sleep." They collapsed down on top of each other and I moved to the console. Once there I flicked a switch and ambient music flooded the room. "Ahhh," I said, instantly flicking it off. Somehow the tapes had gotten mixed, and the light muzak being pumped quietly into the background of the set was a trance tape I'd created to make people become sexually aroused. The problem now was that I didn't think I'd brought that particular tape... obviously I must have, wasn't a mistake I would usually make. Now the tape was off the audience and cast's level of sexual arousal wouldn't continually be rising, but I had to do something to get them to sleep. Grabbing the mike I began speaking into it calmly, repeating the same word over and over again. "Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep," continually, affecting a handful of people each time until finally everyone had fallen deep into a trance, not moving. Looking down I saw Richard lay facedown on the floor of the barset, Patricia was on her back on the table, her face blank and her arms and legs sprawled to each side of the table. Debbe was bent over the workbench still, also asleep. Starting with the sound-technician and his lovely assistant, I began what would be a very, very long process of de-programming everybody. End Part 2/5 Compliments, Criticisms, Complaints and/or Requests to : dimitri_resides@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----