The Celebrity Hypnotist - Corr. In Hollywood [Ch. 4]

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This is part four of my Celebrity Hypnotist series (a sequel
to my Celebrity Rapist story). This chapter and chapter five are the
'Batgirl Chapters', dealing with Kim Basinger, Michelle Pfeiffer,
Nicole Kidman, Drew Barrymore, Uma Thurman and Alicia Silverstone.
The story so far is this : The CH has worked for a powerful,
secret Organisation (yep, one of them!) for the past decade, he is a
Celebrity but his identity has not been revealed yet. Over the last
three chapters he has had sex with :

Daphne Zuniga, Lisa Kudrow, Courteney Cox, Lauren Holly
Jennifer Aniston, Helen Hunt, Faith Ford, Mary Hart & Tea Leoni.

At the end of Chapter Three, the CH walks into the Office of the
Organisation's Headman and meets Tom Cruise and Alec Baldwin, this is
where Chapter Four begins...

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Celebrity Hypnotist - Corruption In Hollywood - Chapter Four.


Part One.


I walked to the window, crossed my arms behind my back
and looked through the glass down on the city below.
I could see in the reflection that behind me that Tom
and Alec were glancing at each other with confused expressions. I
had walked right past them without offering my hand or even
acknowledging their presence. Now they were knocked off balance
while I had time to regather my wits.
I could already tell what they wanted, it doesn't take
a rocket scientist to figure out the common element between them
and I am highly intelligent even if I do say so myself. Seeing them,
I had instantly known exactly what the Head wanted me to do, I saw
the scope of the plan, the danger and the risk - all of it to me! - and
I had been temporarily rendered speechless.
"Uhhh," started Tom, I interrupted him, knocking him further
off balance.
"Look at them," I said, staring down the many stories of the
building to the streets below,"The plebes below scattering around
without purpose, all of them so ineffectual."
I turned and smiled warmly at the two of them, the Head was
openly frowning at me from behind his desk, he didn't like the way I
was acting - screw him, for the risk this caper would put me in I
could afford to be impertinent.
"What do you think about them?" I asked Alec, turning my eyes
on him, he almost looked ashamed when our eyes met, as if I was a
schoolteacher who had caught him out doing something naughty. I
instantly knew who had come up with the idea, who the 'brains' of
the operation was. I continued to stare at Alec, ignoring Tom so he
wouldn't feel justified to speak.
"About who?"
"Exactly," I said with a whisper that was half laughter, half
serious,"They're the faceless, nameless masses, the great unwashed who
aspire to some greater purpose but end up living their lives the same
way as their parents did, repeating the same dull cycle of work, dinner,
t.v and sleep everyday while they raise ungrateful children who will one
day replace them in the mass."
All this had gone directly over Alec's head, he was trying to
bring Tom into the conversation but I didn't give him a chance.
"You don't like it, do you Mr Baldwin?" I said,"Having to
cater to their image of you. Because like it or not, that faceless
mass is what goes to the movie theaters and pays money to watch your
movies. You have to watch your self-image, not let any flaw be shown
lest it affects your 'market appeal', and the pressure gets to you
doesn't it."
He was looking at me in wonder now, not realizing I was
summing up the way most movie stars had felt since the invention of
the box office, surprised I had been able to capture his emotions
in one sentence.
"And that's where the Organisation comes in," said the Head
with a grin,"The life of the rich and famous can be like a pressure
cooker, we help you let off steam!"
Alec smiled uneasily at this, I turned to Tom, who was
staring at me with a critical eye, sizing me up mentally.
If for any reason these notes get out of the safety deposit
box, I wonder if you will understand that last statement I made?
Have you ever been sized up mentally, had someone look you over for
any flaw or weakness, real or imagined? It is disconcerting to say
the least. Because usually the only people who size you up mentally
are the really dangerous ones, the strategists and thinkers who think
they can use you as a pawn piece. I used to be a pawn piece, I clawed
my way up out of obscurity, from one of millions of poor urban slums
in New York to be the man I am today. I am a man of power not just
because of my wealth and my fame, but because I am superior to most,
if not every other person I have ever met.
So it was disconcerting to have Tom Cruise look me over, as
if regarding whether I would be hindrance or help to his plan. I
had already sized him up as I entered the room, I already knew he
wasn't the vacant pretty boy he was sometimes made out to be. He was
intelligent, he had a look of cunning hidden behind those bright
eyes... and he had a weakness, he almost tremored with a childs
excitement at this idea he had obviously brought to Alec - like many
men in positions of power, his achilles heel was sex.
Do not get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy sex, and I have had sex
with some of the most beautiful woman of all time. But for me the greatest
pleasure has always been in the acknowledgement of my own superiority,
when I successfully complete my assignments, when I engage in sexual
activities with celebrities, I know they do so because I have MADE them so.
"I can guess already," I said, speaking before Tom could,
making him unconsciously bow to my authority,"I'll make arrangements
to get hold of Kim Basinger, Michelle Pfieffer, Nicole Kidman,
Drew Barrymore, Uma Thurman and Alicia Silverstone."
Tom looked a little surprised, then he smiled at me, if I
was going to help him, what did he care how I was acting.
It was the small frown on the Heads face that worried me.

---

Gillian walked through the door, placed her child on the
floor, slipped off her overcoat and sighed with relief. She was so
hot and sweaty.
Filming had finished early today and she had come straight
home, her daughter had been a handful today, nearly knocking over a
camera. But she always took her on set nowadays... after the
incident (*), she was too afraid not too.
As she stood in the doorway, she noticed a strange noise
coming from the living room, closing the door she walked through
and stared with shock at the t.v screen, which was playing a video.
The image on the screen was of her, on all fours, getting
fucked up the ass while she masturbated herself and screamed out
in pleasure. The man buttfucking her was the late Gary Cole, dubbed
by the papers 'The Celebrity Rapist'
She stepped forward on shaky legs and scooped up the
folded piece of paper that lay on top of the t.v monitor, it read :

Ms Anderson,
In several days time a police officer
will visit you and ask many questions about Mr Cole,
if you tell him what happened to you we will release
this video to the media, as well as place vidcaps
onto the Internet. Also, we shall see to it that
your child does not survive playing with the
electrodes a second time.

With your best interests in heart,
A. Friend.

Gillian had to fight hard not to faint.


---

As I was leaving the office the phone rang, the Head picked it
immediately and I left the door open a crack, interested in what it might
be about.
"Speak to me," he said, punctual and to the point as always.
"Again," he said after a few seconds,"It seems Mr Clinton needs to
be reminded about his debts."
- Ahhh, - I thought, - Bill hasn't paid his account for the Mad
About You 'Special' I filmed for him, he really should learn that he's not
the Commander in Chief of everyone. -
"What's the name of one of our agents at the White House?" he
asked,"What's that? Lewinsky? Yeah, set up a fake affair between the two of
them, leak it to the papers," he paused for a second,"Yeah, make it vague
so that if he pays we can pull him out of it... I don't how, get him to
threaten Iraq or something... yes, he'd jeopardize world peace for some
good PR... just do it!"
I shook my head and chuckled, then headed towards the lift.


Post Golden Globes Celebration.


"Congratulations," I said with a huge grin, next to me Alec
was desperately trying to look like we'd never met - it was pathetic,
but fortunately Kim was too happy to notice him.
"Thank you," she said, her face glowing with the joy one usually
associates with motherhood, she clasped the Golden Globe fiercely in one
hand as if she was afraid it would disappear.
"I loved the movie," I continued,"You must have known you were
a sure thing to win?"
"No!" she laughed,"This is the biggest shock of my life, I... oh
look, here comes Kevin!"
I turned and hid a frown as Kevin Spacey approached, his eyes
barely even flicked in my direction, then he grinned widely at Kim and
Alec.
"Miss Basinger, Mr Baldwin, enjoying the celebrations?" he
grinned at them good naturedly and I realized I was being forced out of
Kim's attention and pushed into the shadows - he was good.
"Excuse me," I said,"I'm going to go chat with Helen... if she's
not busy falling all over Jack Nicholson!"
Alec guffawed, Kim smiled and Kevin barely even looked in my
direction - whatever, I could deal with him later.
I left them chatting, passing by Russell Crowe and Guy Pierce - who
appeared to be trying to look nonchalant while being overawed by everyone
in the room - ah well, they had made it, now it was up to them not to
crash and burn.
"Hey you!" laughed Helen, seeing me,"I was just talking to Jack
here about... "
As she continued I nodded pleasantly, noticing that Jack was doing
the same, I stifled a grin and kept one eye on Mr Spacey, Alec and Kim.

-

He zipped up and turned around, instantly I pushed him against the
wall, winding him slightly.
"Hey bud," he gasped after a second, unshaken.
"What's up?" I asked him,"Why are you getting in the way of me and
Kim?"
"I'm working on her," replied Kevin,"You've had her once before,
haven't you?"
"Nope," I replied,"And I'm on a case for the Head."
"Shit," whispered Kevin harshly, then looked down at where my hands
held his shoulders against the wall,"Do you mind? you're creasing my suit."
I stepped back and smiled at him, he grinned back and brushed his
suit down,"How come you didn't just overshadow me in the conversation? you
could do it easily enough."
"I'm not interested in making a scene, just back off."
He nodded and put his small, sardonic smile back on, then headed
back out to the party.
Kevin was probably the one man at the Organisation I truly respected
or regarded as anywhere close to an equal. We had worked together on one
memorable case and he had acquitted himself admirably - whereas I was a
Hypnotist and Gary Cole had been a rapist, he was more of a... Celebrity
Charmer... - but there would be no room for second bananas on this one.
I straightened my suit, glanced with distaste at Kevin's urinal
and flushed it, then washed my hands, dried them and headed back to the
party.

-

Over the last hour me, Alec and Kim had spoken while the party went
on around us. At one point at Entertainment Tonight crew had shown up to
film some of the events, and I had watched with some amusement as one of
the 'roving reporters' interviewed celebrities, stifling an urge to ask them
how Mary Hart was.
All throughout the conversation, I slowly dropped my keywords,
stressing certain words, dropping the volume here and there - creating a
tapestry in her mind that I had carefully prepared a week ago. Alec also
assisted, I had made him repeat his lines - with careful inflection and
pronunciation - so often they were imprinted on his mind.
After an hour we had easily created an image in her mind of me being
incredibly attractive to her, of an overwhelming desire in her mind to make
love to me, of it being all right as long as Alec never found out. And
eventually that image would resurface - in say, an hour from now - and I'd
be ready....


Kim Basinger - aka Vicki Vale.


.....can't believe I'm doing this," she giggled,"Maybe it's all
that champagne I had tonight."
I smiled, she was lying on the bed in the same dress she had worn
at the Golden Globes Ceremony, her arms splayed over her head - the truth
was she had drunk hardly any champagne, but if that was what her mind needed
to convince her this was all right - then so be it.
"You had a remarkable triumph tonight," I said with a grin,"Why not
celebrate? You deserve it!"
"I do deserve it, don't I?" she said, sitting up and smiling at
me with a puzzled expression,"Don't I?"
"Of course," I laughed, removing my tuxedo jacket and placing it
carefully on one of the chairs in the lush hotel room. She had been
concerned about checking in together at such a public place, but I had
convinced her it would be all right - and indeed it would be, as the Clerk
worked for the Organisation.
She sat up and smiled, then her hand slid behind her back and undid
a clasp, then pulled the shoulder straps down.
"No regrets?" I asked her, knowing the answer already.
"None," she said,"As long as Alec never finds out, it doesn't
matter."
I nodded and we undressed in front of each other.

---

Alec stared at the gray screens with a blank expression, watching
the two of them remove their clothes.
"Could you leave the room please?" he asked the Clerk,"I'd prefer
it if no one else saw what's going on."
The Clerk nodded and walked out to the desk, he swore lightly, he'd
always had a thing for Kim Basinger.
Alec smiled and unzipped his pants.

---

"Suck it," I said to her, my erection pointing directly at her
beautiful, naked body.
She got onto her hands and knees, the image of her beautiful, pale
body made my cock push up slightly. Gripping my cock in one delicate hand
she opened her mouth as wide as she could and enclosed my cock in her warm,
moist mouth.
"That's it," I growled slightly,"This is it!"
Tom and Alec had wanted me to set up an orgy between all the
women from the Batman films - my payment was my usual fee as well as the
right to fuck any of them as I wanted to in my preparation for the orgy, a
justified request I felt.
Kim's head was bobbing up and down on my cock, her blonde hair
spilling down around my thighs and tickling my balls. Every time her
mouth slid down my shaft it sent a shiver of intense pleasure throughout
my entire body and I couldn't help but grip her by the sides of the head
and push my cock just that little bit deeper into her mouth. The incredible
feeling of her lips around my cock was sensational, her saliva coated my
shaft and I fought a deep need to begin facefucking her.
Kim's eye's stared up at me with her beautiful eyes while her
mouth was stretched around my large pole as it slid up and down my cock.
"Stop," I said and she obeyed without question, pulling her mouth
away from my shaft. I removed my hands from the sides of her head and
grabbed her by the shoulders, lifting her body up against my own.
Her breasts were rather small compared to some of the Celebrities
I'd fucked recently, but she still had a fine set of tits, and I couldn't
help myself, I lowered my head and my tongue lightly licked her erect
nipple. She gave a little gasp of pleasure, one of my hands roamed down
back and over her smooth, milky white asscheeks. She could feel his cock
between her thighs, only an inch below her tight pussy and she wanted
badly to feel him inside of her.
I reached down and grabbed Kim's beautiful asscheeks, turning her
around and pressing her up against the headboard. I began to run my cock -
which was screaming for action - up and down her cuntlips, barely
penetrating her slit. She gasped out in desire, her hands wrapped around
my waist as she bucked her hips forward in an attempt to have me inside of
her.
Her juices were flowing, running down her thighs onto the silk
sheets. I could tell that sucking my dick had really turned her on, her
hips were jerking forward and I couldn't wait any longer, I lowered my
hands down from her buttocks and gripped the back of her thighs, then
began to spread them apart - she felt what I was doing and eagerly slid
her legs apart.
My cockhead was coated now with her pussyjuice, and I began
pressing forward, my cock parting her hole and slowly sliding deep into
tight little cunt.
She gasped in ecstasy, my hypnotic programming had included her
getting hornier and hornier as her adultery continued. I had slid one
hand up to the back of her neck while I kissed her, now the other one
came around and my fingers began working against her clit, causing her
to break our kiss and gasp in shock and pleasure.
My cock was now fully inside of her, her cunt gripped
down tightly against my member as I pushed my hips backwards and
forwards, sliding in and out, her juices lubricating my cock and making
the passage easier as I fucked her tight pussy.
"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried out, throwing her head back
and almost smacking it against the wall. Her hips pushed forward, her
breath came heavily as sweat ran down her naked body, she cried out in
ecstasy and wrapped her legs around my waist, I lifted her and pressed
her against the wall, my feet pressed into the bed as I leaned my upper
body forward, her small breasts pressing against my chest as I fucked
her faster and faster.
"DO IT!" she squealed,"DO IT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME RAW!!!!"
She was approached orgasm already, I could feel myself getting
ready to let go - but I wanted to cum at the same time as her so I
forced myself to hold on as I fucked her faster and faster, pounding in
and out of her pussy, ramming up against her cunt with each stroke, her
buttcheeks slamming against the wall harder and harder.
"YES! YES! YES! YEEESSSSS!!!!!!" she squealed and her legs were
suddenly squeezing my breath from me. I let go of my control as I felt
her juices explode between us. My cum shot deep into her pussy, stream
after stream of the thick white semen shot deep up her pussy into her
womb.
As I finished cumming her legs released and I found myself able
to breath again. Her head dropped onto my shoulder, her back rose up and
down as she breathed deeply, her hands were draped over my shoulder,
lying limply against my back, her legs dropped down to the bed.
The strength was gone from my legs and I fell to my knees, I
heard her gasp out as I fell onto my back, she came down with me, landing
on top of me.
We stared at each other for a few seconds, my cock softening
inside of her wet cunt, and then we began to laugh together.

---

Alec wiped the monitor with his tissue, then scrunched it up and
put it in his pocket, zipping up just after.
"Well, that was fun," he whispered to himself, then chuckled
lightly.

---

I lay on the bed next to her, both of us naked. She was running
a finger up and down my chest, a little smile on her face.
"This was the perfect end to a perfect night," she said
happily,"That was so good!"
"Tell you what," I said to her with a smile,"And listen closely,
because this is important."
She would of course, not remember any of this - in her memory
existed the plausible fabrication that after the party she and Alec had
gone home and made love - but the following conversation would be
indelibly printed on her subconscious.
"Remember back in 1990 when you were in Batman, well I've got a
crazy idea..."


The Next Day.


Rob pressed the buzzer one more time.
"Listen pal I told you," growled the voice of the Security
Guard through the intercom,"You need an appointment to get in here!"
"And I told you," replied Rob calmly,"That I am Detective
Robert Anderson of the Los Angeles Police Department - Badge Number
6817 - and I need to question Mrs Moore immediately - if you don't let
me in I'll go and get a Search Warrant and the media might just get
involved!"
There was silence for a few minutes, then the voice came back,
slightly subdued.
"I'll go and check with Mrs Moore, please wait here."
- Damn Rent-A-Cops - Rob thought to himself, and waited patiently.

---

"Hey there," I said,"Fancy meeting you here."
Michelle Pfieffer nodded politely, then went back to her warm-up.
- Fine, am I beneath you bitch? - I thought.
"I didn't know you came to this gym," I said happily, ignoring
her coolness,"I just signed up last week."
"Immhmmm," she agreed distractedly, doing squats, sweat was
beginning to run down her face, her leotard hugged her body tightly and
I felt my cock beginning to grow erect - in these tight clothes that
would be inadvisable so I struggled to calm myself - closing my eyes and
thinking of England, as it were.
She got up and walked over to one of the treadmills, I continued
to do my warm-up.
The gym was reasonably busy, but everyone here today was a member
of the Organisation, I had no fear of being remembered by a plebe.
I walked to the treadmill next to hers and began jogging slowly,
she glanced briefly in my direction then continued to run.
- Very well, we are very businesslike today, aren't we? - I
thought slightly, - Not that I blame her, I usually hate being interrupted
at the gym. -
"Golden Globes were interesting," I replied,"Will you be at the
Oscars?"
"Maybe," she said,"I guess you won't be."
- Bitch! - my mind cried, - So I'm not a big film star! We'll see
who's superior soon enough! -
She continued to run, I kept the same pace as her on the
treadmill, chatting away animatedly as if I hadn't noticed her insult.
I worked my magic as I talked, she was cooly polite at first, but as my
tone and words sunk into her mind she became more and more receptive.
I was taking her will from her, making her susceptible to my
commands, my orders, my will.
It was difficult - coming up with the exact words to say, the
right tone and the correct sequence. I usually prepared it over the
week before meeting up with the Celebrity, but this time I only had a
few hours to get it all sorted - which was what made it so dangerous.
However, as I have said quite often, I'm a genius and far
superior to the average intellectual - I had done a damn good job on
this hypnotic tapestry. It was particularly subtle and would leave no
memory of the event - except of course for the post-hypnotic suggestion
I would leave afterwards.
We went around the gym together, at each machine I continued
talking, dropping the suggestions, making the commands and putting her
deeper and deeper under my spell.
Finally we did our warm down together, then I went into the
showers, stripped down and began to cool off. A few minutes after I had
hopped in I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned slightly and grinned at
Michelle Pfeiffer, standing naked before me - I looked up slightly and
grinned at the cameras, taping these encounters with the 'Batgirls' for
my own personal collection before I did the big orgy for Alec and Tom.
"Hi," I said to her,"Worship your Master."
And she got down onto her knees.


Michelle Pfieffer - Selena Kyle/Catwoman.


The water had plastered her hair around her face, it was an
incredibly erotic image, looking down at her glistening wet body as she
deep-throated my cock.
Here she was, Michelle Pfieffer - a brilliant actress who was (to
me at least) the epitome of class and grace - naked, down on her knees and
sucking my cock - me! acknowledging my superiority to her.
- You regret those catty remarks now, don't you? - I thought to
myself with a grin, - Suck it bitch, suck me! -
She did, her head bobbing up and down over my cock, her warm mouth
encasing my dick in a tunnel of hot saliva. She gripped my buttcheeks as
she pushed her head up and down, taking my member as deep into her mouth
as she could, doing as she had been ordered, following my commands!
I gripped the back of her head, pushing her face forward so her
nose was pressed into my pubic hair. Holding her there, I began making
fucking motions with my hips, literally facefucking the hot star and wet
dream of millions of adolescents since her appearance as Catwoman in Batman
Returns.
"Take it," I gasped as I facefucked her,"Take it you bitch, because
I tell you to!"
She moaned in pleasure, one hand releasing my buttcheek and running
down between her legs, rubbing her erect clit as her cunt oozed out her
pussyjuices.
"That's right, you love it don't you?" I whispered,"You fucking
love it!"
I pushed her head away - with some effort I might add! - and she
stared up at me with lust, wanting me to do her, to fuck her, to make her
suck me off.
- Oh man! Fuck her! - my mind cried out in desire, and that
sentence made me decide not to. You see, I have spent my entire life
learning to control my emotions, to be master of my own mind and body.
Much like I fought my way out of the slums to become rich and famous, I
had battled to control the conflicting desires and fears that other,
lesser people were subject to.
"Okay baby," I said to her, as the warm water continued to run down
our bodies,"Finish what you started, suck me dry!"
She grinned and grabbed my cock in her small, delicate hand and
stroked it a couple of times before taking the head of my cock back into
her mouth and quickly sliding it as far down her throat as she could. She
easily controlled her gag reflex, leading me to the conclusion that she
had sucked a lot of cocks in her time.
The incredible feeling of my cock being engulfed in the hot
wetness of her mouth was intensified by the fact that it was Michelle
Pfeiffer doing the sucking. Her tongue ran all over my shaft, running
the tip of her tongue up the underside of my cock, driving me crazy with
desire. I had to bring all my considerable willpower to bear to stop
myself from cumming right there and then.
The beautiful Ms Pfieffer was sucking me with vengeance, sending
waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. She licked, she sucked, she
caressed me with her tongue. She was doing everything she could to make
me cum as she continued to wank herself, her own juices running down the
drain with the warm water of the shower.


End Chapter Four Part One.


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Celebrity Hypnotist - Corruption In Hollywood - Chapter Four.


Part Two.


The hand that had been holding my right buttock now came around
and the tips of her fingers began tickling my balls, lightly flicking
my nuts and causing the cum in my sacs to boil up.
- Man-oh-man! - I thought, - She's almost as good as Lisa! -
Suddenly memories of Lisa Kudrow sucking on my cock flooded my
brain, I remembered the incredible sensations of the star of FRIENDS
making me cum in a couple of minutes and suddenly I was hunching up
over Michelle, who continued to bob her head up and down over my shaft,
her fingers tickling my balls.
"Ooooh shit!" I gasped and suddenly my cum was erupting into her
mouth, shooting up from my balls and through my cock into her mouth. She
eagerly swallowed every last drop of it.
My hands gripped her head tightly, I pushed my cock as far down
her throat as I could, making a couple of last - unnecessary - thrusts
into her mouth, then pulled out and collapsed onto my ass, the water
running down my body.
Michelle lay on her back, water running over her body too as
she spread her legs and thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy, her
thumb pressing against her clit. Her breath was coming faster and faster
as she approached orgasm, she grinned at me breathlessly and then threw
her head back and let out a squeal of pleasure as her orgasm hit her.
Her hips pushed up and she pressed her fingers as far up into her
cunt as she could, groaning in pleasure.
"Hey... Michelle," I gasped after a few seconds, pulling my
head out of the stream of water so I could talk clearly.
"Yeah....yeah?" she gasped, laying on her back, breathing
heavily and slowly as her hands slowly rubbed her clit.
"Remember Batman Returns? When you played Catwoman....?"

---

"I'm not sure what you want, Detective Anderson," said Demi
politely,"But Bruce will be home soon and..."
"Exactly why I want to talk to you now," Rob said,"To avoid
any... embarrassment."
"Embarassment?" she asked, looking genuinely confused.
He leaned forward and whispered,"I want you to tell me exactly
what happened between you and Gary Cole."

---

"It's gonna be big, that's what I think," said the tall redhead
with a grin,"Critically acclaimed and a box office hit!"
"We can only hope," said Tom with a slight smile,"It took long
enough to film!"
They both laughed as they sat down on the couch.
Tom Cruise and his wife Nicole Kidman had been in England for
months filming Stanley Kubrick's Eye's Wide Shut. It had been
exhausting, long hours with only a handful of crew members to ensure that
the film would be veiled in secrecy - which would also hopefully increase
it's appeal to the consumer. Now they were back in America and ready
for a well deserved break.
"I am so tired," she said,"I'm going to sleep for about a week
and then maybe sleep in for a few days after that."
He grinned at her as she stepped up.
"I'll join you soon," he said,"I need to catch up with a few
people."
She barely even nodded, she was too tired to even think about
anything now but sleep, sleep, glorious sleep!.
He waited a couple of minutes, then walked down the hallway
and into the Security Room. The Guard - an operative for the
Organisation - nodded at him, stood up and walked out.
Tom took the tape that lay on the console and slid it in, he
smiled as he watched Nicole lying on the bed, dressed only in bra and
panties, with her eyes closed.
"Wait at least eleven minutes," said Tom with a sardonic
smile,"That's what the oh-so brilliant, so-called Celebrity Hypnotist
told me... no, not told me, commanded of me!"
He stood for a couple of minutes, watching his wife sleep.
"Fuck it," he said after only five minutes,"I'm tired."
He pushed the play button on the tape, slid the earplugs in
and then made his way up to the bedroom, sliding in next to her.
- Eleven minutes my ass, - thought Tom, - Asleep is asleep,
this'll work fine. -
And as he fell asleep, the voice of the Celebrity Hypnotist
imprinted itself on Nicole's mind, as it would over the next week.

---

The club was pumping incredibly loud music deeper and deeper
into my ears. It was so goddamn loud that I felt like my head was
going to split. I tossed another excedrin into my mouth and sighed.
All around me sweaty young people jiggled and shimmied in
what I guessed they called dancing.
I stood next to the D.J as he woodenly went about playing his
music, mixing songs together and so forth - with a difference.
The running underbeat being pumped out with the music was my
voice, sinking it's way into the subconscious minds of the dancers
below.
- There you are, - I thought to myself with a satisfied smile
as I saw her come rushing into the club, half dancing already.
She was really into it, her arms flailing about, bouncing up
and down, her head bobbing in time to the music's beat.
"Put on the second tape," I instructed the D.J, who did as I
told him without question.
Now a second message was being played under the music, this
one aimed specifically at Drew. It repeated itself over and over
again, driving the message deep into her subconscious.
- Half an hour, - I thought to myself,- This'll be fun. -

---

It had all come about when he busted a high price hooker
who had given the name Lisa Smith. She had been so terrified of
going to jail that she had blabbed a ridiculous story about
Gary Cole and Demi Moore, and how she had been scared to come out
because she feared going to jail.
He, of course, hadn't believed a word of it and she had
ended up going to jail... three weeks later she had an accident in
the showers and died. For some reason the story had stuck in his
mind, refusing to die.
Finally he decided to check out the address she had given
him, he had been surprised to find out that on the date she gave
him a complaint had been made by one of the tenants about low
sounds of moaning and crying the night before, but when a
policeman had come around to check it out the room had been
deserted - it was also soundproofed but whoever'd done the job
had done a shoddy job and any loud noises could be heard muted.
So he had followed through and as a result he now knew
the story of the so-called Celebrity Rapist.
However none of that was helping him deal with Demi Moore,
who had better things to do than deal with some ineffectual little
police detective.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about and I think
you should leave now!" she was practically screaming.
"I can understand your reticence," Rob replied to Demi's
outburst,"But I have evidence that the late Mr. Cole did in fact..."
"GET OUT!" she roared.
"I understand that he attached electrodes to your nipples and
forced you to agree to perform oral sex on him...."
"Just one of my lawyers makes more in a day than you do in a
year!" she growled in controlled fury,"One more word out of you and
he'll have you in jail before the week is over!. You know what they
do to cops in jail, don't you Detective Anderson?"
- I doubt it could be any worse than whatever Cole did to
you, - thought Rob, but he only smiled politely as Demi.
` "I understand," said Rob, walking towards the door,"You
realize of course that I have enough evidence to get a subpoena, which
will probably bring the media into this...."
"Just get out," muttered Demi, and Rob left.

-

Standing outside the Mansion he shuddered.
"Man, she was cold," he said,"Oh well, next on the list, Gillian
Anderson."
He hopped into his car and drove away, half a minute later a
non-descript, white car pulled out of a driveway a couple of houses
down and set off after him.

-

Demi picked up the phone and dialed the number.
"Well," she said, suppressing tears,"I didn't say anything,
please... please can I have my children back?"
"Certainly Mrs Moore," said the voice on the other end,"We at
the Organisation are hardly animals."



Drew Barrymore - aka Sugar.


I stepped down onto the dance floor and moved among the
gyrating dancers, their eyes seemed to slide off me, unable to take
a good look at me - if anyone ever did ask about this no one would
be able to identify me - even if hypnotized they would identify
someone else - my little insurance policy.
As I approached her she glanced up and saw me, a huge grin
spread across her face - she was genuinely delighted to see me.
"Wow!" she cried,"What are you doing here?"
"Hey!" I replied,"I could ask you the same thing."
"I can't hear you!" she laughed,"The music's too loud."
I shook my head with a grin to indicate I couldn't hear
either, I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled,"WANNA DANCE?"
She nodded with a giggle, she obviously found it amusing to
dance with me.
I did my best to keep up with what she was doing, I was
incredibly fit (you have to be considering the amount of sex I have!)
but had no idea how to dance to music like this.
We danced close to each other, I had figured out that dancing
today was just a kind of simulated sex, so sliding an arm around her
waist I pulled her close. She grinned slyly and we began moving our
hips backwards and forwards, basically pretending to fuck.
- No wonder there's a population explosion, - I thought with
a smile as we danced together, I brought my hips closer so my groin
was brushing against hers - that was the acid test, to see if my
instructions had taken root in her subconscious - she lowered her eyes
slightly and smiled, then brushed her hips forward against mine.
- It took! - my mind cried happily.
Sliding another arm around her waist I drew her closer and
instead of dancing we were now basically rubbing against each other,
my cock growing harder within my jeans, pressing against her waist.
She would be growing wetter and wetter now, getting hornier
and hornier until I was ready to fuck her.
"Oooh wow," she moaned, I wouldn't have been able to make it
out if I wasn't so close,"Oooh yeah...."
I began moving us out of the crowd and towards one of the
walls, what I was about to do was exciting me as only something of
this nature could. I loved spitting in the face of convention,
defying the law, safe in the knowledge that these rules and
limitations that held everyone else back did not bind me.
Drew's back came up against the wall and she opened her eyes
in surprise. Reaching down I grabbed the tight white shirt she was
wearing and pulled it up, revealing her beautiful breasts. As I bent
down and began to suck on them, her hands were reaching down and
fumbling with my belt.
My pants came down around my ankles as she pushed them down,
and pulling my mouth away from her tits I grabbed her short little
skirt and pulled it up around her waist, she wasn't wearing any
panties.
- She was probably planning on getting fucked tonight
anyway, - I thought to myself as I lifted her up against the wall,
she spread her legs out and my cock pressed against her cunt.
This was it, I was going to fuck her right here in the
nightclub, with hundreds of people only a few feet away, I was
going to fuck the bitch and no one would do anything about it, none
of the people here would even register it!
I pressed my cock forward and it slid into her cunt easily,
I grinned in pleasure as I found myself inside Drew Barrymore, the
objects of millions of men's (and quite a few women's!) desires.
Her ass pressed back against the wall as I thrust all the
way into her sopping cunt, I began making quick, fast thrusts into
her, her body sliding up and down against the wall.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth open as she gasped in
pleasure, under her breath I could hear her moaning,'fuck me, fuck me,'
over and over again. I complied, pushing my upper body forward so
that her tits were pressed against my chest.
I began fucking her hard, slamming my cock into her, Drew
cried out in pleasure, leaning forward and squashing her tits hard
against my chest, our nipples rubbing against each other.
Drew was groaning in pleasure as I fucked her against the
nightclub wall, her ass and back rubbing up and down against the
wall, she gave a sharp cry of ecstasy that could be heard even
over the music, but no one paid any attention.
"Yeah, fuck yeah!" I moaned,"You love this don't you, you
little slut, you ducking love this!"
She couldn't hear me, but she gave out a little cry of yeah
anyway. She was approaching orgasm, she was obviously into this kind
of 'caveman' sex in a big way. She was kissing my neck between
moans and cries of pleasure, and her hair was brushing against my
shoulder - it felt like every nerve in my body was alive and jamming
to the music. I always felt more alive when I was doing things like
this - I was a thrillseeker in some ways, doing crazy things like this
that could get me in trouble if I was a lesser person, it got the
adrenalin pumping and made the sex just that much better.
Her legs were bouncing up and down as I fucked her, and now
they began to jerk slightly, she was going to cum soon and that
would probably drive me over the top and make me cum too.
"Yes! Do me!" cried Drew as I fucked her harder and
harder,"Fuck me! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Her legs both shot up so they
made almost a straight line, she was doing the splits in the air she
was in such ecstasy. I felt her cunt clamping down around my cock
and I moaned with desire, her hot, wet cunt felt so fucking good
around my cock, and I knew I was going to cum soon. It was a
mixture of the taboo of fucking her right here inside the nightclub,
the fact that she was such a sex symbol and that she was also a
damn good fuck.
"YEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!" she screamed, right over the music.
But it didn't matter - as she came, her cunt clamping down on my
cock and attempting to milk the cum from me - no one in the crowd
so much as turned to look at us.
"Ahhh shit!" I groaned and then I was cumming, shooting my
sperm deep inside of her pussy, mixing with her juices as we came
together.
My cock pulled out and her legs - a little shaky - came
down to the ground. I pulled my pants back up and buckled my
belt, then pulled her close to me and slid a hand between her legs,
feeling her dripping pussy. My other hand slid behind and cupped
one of her beautiful asscheeks. We kissed, her tongue snaking into
my mouth and exploring the confines. Then I pulled away and grinned
at her, lifting one of my dripping fingers to her mouth she did not
hesitate to take it into her mouth and lick her own juices.
As I turned and walked away, she pulled her skirt and shirt
back down and then staggered to a couch, collapsing in a heap.
While my voice continued to pump the hypnotic message to
forget into everyone else's mind, the second message that only
Drew's subconscious was allowed to recognize began to instruct her
on what to do next week.

---

Rob stepped out of the car, he smiled apologetically at
his partner - David Hollaway - who was tapping his watch with a
expression of long suffering on his face.
"Sorry," said Rob,"It took longer than..."
He never got to finish the sentence, Dave reached inside
his jacket, pulled his gun from it's holster and shot him between
the eyes.

---

There were several messages on my answering machine when I
got home, but only one on my 'special' machine.
Pushing the button I sat down and began pulling my shoes
off, the voice was that of a man we called the Assigner - he
generally gave members of the Organisation their 'missions'
although in my case I usually got cases from the Head himself.
"I thought I'd pass this information along," said the
Assigner,"One Ms. Ivy is at the same hotel where Kim Basinger
celebrated her victory, penthouse suite."
I grinned as I deleted the message, then began playing my
regular missions - it seemed me and Uma Thurman would be having
some fun in a couple of days.

---

The next day while she was out shopping a crew went in
and slid a tape into one of the hidden radios in the walls, usually
they were used to tape conversations but in this case they would
play a hypnotic message I had prepared the night before. The crew
left with plenty of time to spare.
When she got back to the lobby I was waiting in an elevator,
she had instructed a bellboy to take her shopping to her room and
was made her way to the lifts. I held the door open for her and she
smiled warmly at me - if a little distracted.
As the door closed she turned and looked at me peculiarly,
then asked the inevitable question.
"Aren't you....?"
"Yeah, although I feel like I should be asking you that
question!"
She gave a little laugh,"Yeah? I love your show by the way."
- Yeah? What happened last week then, - I felt like saying,
but smiled and thanked her for the compliment.
"So what are you doing here?" she asked, and then the lift
shuddered and came to a halt.
"Oh shit!" I cried,"You've got to be fucking kidding!"
"We've stopped?" she asked the necessary rhetorical
question, then turned and opened the small little phonebox and pulled
the receiver out,"Hello... hello?"
"No answer?" I asked.
"It's dead," she said in exasperation,"Can you believe that?"
"Oh man," I muttered,"I'm only here to visit a friend, I've
got filming in an hour!" this wasn't a lie, I really did.
"What are we going to do? do you have a cellphone" she
asked, I shook my head.
She began looking around trying to find some way
out - the situation reminded me a lot of ordinary people and
the way they lived their lives - hopelessly trying to find a way
out of the constrictive and suffocating thing they called life,
their efforts (like Uma's now) were totally ineffectual, just
like themselves.
- We could always fuck like monkeys, - I thought to myself,
but of course I said,"I guess there's nothing we can do BUT wait!"
She nodded as I slid down to the floor.
"May as well get comfortable."
She sat down on the ground as well and brought her knees up
to her chest. I smiled wanly at her, and then began to talk - working
my magic on her. I talked normally at first, then slowly dropped
to a low monotone so that while her conscious mind was basically
missing most of what I said, her subconscious mind was picking
everything up. Then I began raising and lowering the pitch on
certain words, using strong repetition and creating visual images
in her mind.
After forty-five minutes of this I left her in the trance
and made a call on the cellphone I DID have to the operatives in the
basement. After giving my instructions I slid the tiny little phone
back into my pocket. They would restart the lift in five minutes,
but first there was something I had to do.
I moved forward and began unbuttoning her shirt, soon it
hung open, revealing her large breasts held in a sturdy white bra that
held her breasts right in place. Reaching behind her back I undid
the clasp on her bra and it dropped away, revealing the milky-white
globes of her massive mammaries.
I unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down around my
knees. My cock was half-hard and I rubbed it against her face,
reveling in the fact that I could do so without fear of cries
of sexism, abuse and so-forth.
My cock quickly became fully erect and grabbing her by the
waist I pulled her down onto her back. Straddling her waist (but
being careful not to bring my full weight down onto her) I put my
cock in-between her breasts, squeezing her big tits together
against my dick.
Soon I was fucking her tits, sliding my cock up and down as
I squeezed the beautiful film star's breasts together. My thumbs
pressed against her nipples. My cockhead was only inches from Uma's
face. I began fucking her tits faster and faster, knowing I didn't
have much time. I was sliding the entire length of my cock now up
and down between the fantastic set of tits. The plump flesh of her
tits felt so good that I knew I was going to cum any second now.
I felt my balls contract, the cum inside boiling up and
shooting out of my cock onto her face - stream after stream landing
in her eyes, on her nose and mouth - it was an incredibly erotic
image.
I released her breasts and stood up, pulling a tissue from
my pocket I wiped my dick clean and then wiped as much of the cum of
Uma's face as I could. Pulling my pants back on I did up my belt and
sat down next to her. I lifted her up into a sitting position and
replaced her bra, then rebuttoned her shirt and propped her back up
against the wall.

End Chapter Four Part Two.


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Celebrity Hypnotist - Corruption In Hollywood - Chapter Four.


Part Three.


I then gave her the final instructions about cleaning up when
she got back to her room. The next minute I spent bringing her slowly
out of the trance.
"I hope they get things going soon," I said to her as she came
back to herself,"Filming begins in ten minutes."
As she opened her mouth to say something, the lift suddenly
shuddered and began moving again.
"Oh thank goodness!" she said with a laugh.
When the elevator stopped one of the operatives was waiting,
he was dressed as a maintenance worker. He apologized profusely and
explained what had gone wrong. As it was my 'stop' I said goodbye
to Uma and stepped out, she smiled with that same distracted look on
her face and took the lift up to the Penthouse.
"I gotta get going," I said to the man,"I really do have to
get to filming!"


Uma Thurman - aka Poison Ivy.


Later that night she walked into the restaurant, the maitre'de
- the very definition of the word fop - approached her with a mincing walk.
"Ms. Thurman," he said with obvious delight,"It is a
pleasure to have your company!"
"Of course," she muttered,"Is...."
"Your dinner date is here yes," replied the maitre'de
happily,"Table three."
Uma walked past him, heading straight to where I waited at
the table, smiling at her.

-

"I have a dinner reservation," growled the man, wearing a
expensive armani suit and what seemed a permanent sneer.
"Sir," said the police officer,"There's been a crime, the
road is blocked off, I doubt they'll be serving dinner anyway."
"Well I never," snapped the man, turning around he walked
away, his cane tapping away.
"Jerk-off," muttered the officer,"How long?"
"He asked for an hour."
"An hour it is," laughed the man, who really was a police
officer... but like I say, we have operatives everywhere!

-

I stood up as Uma came to the table, she was wearing a long
black dress that hugged her figure.
"You look wonderful," I said, taking her hand in mine and
kissing it lightly, but instead of releasing her hand I continued
to kiss up her arm. She laughed good naturedly as I kissed along
her beautiful, toned arm. I kissed over her shoulder, past the
black shoulder strap and up her neck. I could hear people murmuring
in half-amusement/half-shock at this display, especially as the two
of us were quite famous.
I continued to kiss up her neck and then the side of her face,
turning her head slightly she opened her mouth and we kissed, my
sliding past hers as we explored each others mouths.
Now the amusement had become a low muttering of disapprovement,
of course the good thing about rich people is they liked to complain
but rarely did anything about it... they had their 'people' deal with
things like that.
My right hand came up and cupped one of her breasts, while my
left moved down and grabbed one asscheek. Now the muttering had become
exclamations like 'well I never' and 'really' and I was loving it,
because these dull, boring rich people were about to get a real shock
when they saw what I had planned next..
Breaking the kiss I grabbed her dress by the shoulder straps and
pulled down, bringing the dress right down to her knees and revealing
that she wasn't wearing bra or panties.
Exclamations had now become gasps of shock and outrage, this was
going to be the best bit.
As I pulled my pants down and stepped out of them, most of the
customers were attempting to stand up and found they couldn't. They
could still move all their limbs and so forth, they were unable to get
out of their seats.
The maitre'de was - of course - one of our operatives, and we had
chosen this restaurant especially for that reason. Getting hold of the
reservations list I visited everybody on the list and gave them the
appropriate hypnotic conditioning. Then I had organized a couple of
our operatives in the police force to block off the street over an
imaginary crime (and in case any trouble came of it we even had a
fake crime scene setup!) so that no one would walk past the restaurants
window and see something they shouldn't.
I swept the tablecloth and utensils away and swept Uma off her
feet and onto the table. She was breathing heavily in excitement,
there was a part of her not conditioned by me that was getting off on
this too, saying to hell with convention and doing what she pleased
turned her on as much as it turned me on (that was probably why she
had done that nude swimming that got caught on photograph) and she
spread her legs eagerly, wanting to get fucked as much as I wanted to
fuck her.
I gripped those beautiful tits I had been fucking just
yesterday in my hands and began sucking on them, playing with her
erect nipples with my tongue.
"Somebody do something!," cried one woman ineffectually, no
one could do anything unless I let them, that was just the way things
worked.
"We'll do something all right," gasped Uma in delight as I
sucked on her breasts.
All of that had been scripted - by me - I was the one in
charge here, I was the one who chose who moved and who talked.
I moved my hips up and now my cock was just below her
waiting pussy, ready for me to fuck her, as was my right.
Uma gasped in pleasure as she felt my cock press into
her cunt, spreading her cuntlips apart. She was already wet, I
had deliberately left out any instruction for her to get wet
before I started fucking her to see if this turned her on as well,
it seemed that it did.
"YES!" she squealed as I pushed my cock fully into her
cunt,"FUCK ME YOU BASTARD! FUCK ME!!!"
"I am," I whispered with a little grin.
I began fucking in and out, slamming my cock in and out
of her tight little cunt, using short hard thrusts, fucking her
on a table in a high class restaurant while a bunch of rich fuckers
sat around unable to do anything about it.
I loved the feel of her long, smooth white legs against
mine, she was an incredible lay. Now that my cock was all
lubed up, I began making longer thrusts, lifting my hips up until
my cock was nearly all the way out of her tightly clasping pussy,
then dropping straight back down so I was fully inside of her.
lurching backwards from the force of his thrust. I was fucking her
faster and faster, getting into the rhythm now, bringing my hips
up, then down, up then down, in and out, faster and faster.
As I now buried my face between her neck and shoulder, I
could feel those big tits of hers rubbing up and down against my chest
as I moved my hips up and down. I began bringing my hips down
as far as I could, pushing my cock as deep into her as possible,
pressing against her cervix.
Her hot, wet pussy, felt so fucking good, I just wanted
to cram as much as my cock inside of her as I could. Even as I
fucked her I could feel her raising her hips and grinding her
cunt against me, her clit rubbing hard up against the base of my
cock.
I was pumping my hard prick harder and faster into her
juiced up pussy, fucking her with deep, deep strokes.
"Yeah, you move your fucking ass around," I groaned as I
felt her sliding her hips around against the table. I was only
dimly aware of the cries and shouts of the outraged patrons of
the restaurant,"You're fucking tight, give it to me! give it to
me!"
She was fucking me back for all she was worth, bouncing her
hips up and down, squeezing her legs together around my waist in
a desperate attempt to hold my cock buried deep inside of her.
"Yeah... you want it as much as I do, don't you?" I gasped
happily,"Fucking good shit!"
She was squirming her beautiful, sweating ass around on the
table, trying to get me to fill her completely, I was loving it,
here was a woman who loved to fuck as much as I did. I kept
slamming my cock in and out of her dripping slit.
I rammed my cock as hard into her cunt as I could, I wanted
nothing less than to join with her completely, to have my cock fill
every inch of her raging pussy. Every squeal of desire that came
from her seemed to send a wave of pleasure through my body, and now
she was approaching orgasm, she was ready to cum and I knew that
could possibly knock me over the edge and make me cum too, but I
didn't care... I'd fucked three women this week, she was my fourth
and I had two more to go.
Arching my back I reached down and grabbed her jiggling
tits, kneading the firm, milky white mounds as I continued to
fuck her on the table. Uma was trembling in ecstasy, ready to
orgasm, her body tensing up beneath me, her cunt clamping down even
tighter than before. Her feet were locked together around my waist,
squeezing tighter and tighter now as she approached orgasm.
"ARRRHH!!!" she squealed,"This is it! I'M GONNA FUCKING
CUUUMMMMM!!!!
"Yeah," I moaned,"Take it, take every fucking inch!"
I looked down the length of her beautiful body, her huge,
jiggling tits, her white belly, her pussy trimmed but not shaven,
her pink pussy lips spread open by my cock as I slammed it in and
out of her slit.
Her body suddenly tensed completely, her legs locking
about me in a vicelike grip, her cunt the same. Looking up at
her face I saw that her mouth was wide open and she was exhaling
a tiny stream of air, she didn't even have the breath to squeal
any more.
Then she had to take a gasp of air, and immediately after
that she began to make a high pitched keening noise - a sound I
would forever after associate with pure pleasure.
Now I can't speak for her, but in my opinion that would
have had to have been the best orgasm Uma Thurman ever had, her entire
body was locked in place for nearly thirty seconds, thirty seconds
that I couldn't breath due to her legs wrapped about my waist. That
high pitched keening continued for thirty seconds as well, and then
it seemed like the all the bones disappeared from the body, the
keening tapered off and she lay beneath me, breathing heavily.
I was also locked up tense, trying to hold back my own
orgasm, my face was contorted in both pleasure and pain, and then
I allowed myself release and pumped cum deep into her, shooting
stream after stream of thick, ropey sperm into her pussy.
Then I too collapse, laying on top of her, the two of us
desperately trying to catch our breath.
"That... that was... fucking fantastic," she gasped
finally,"What... about the customers?"
I realized they were all yelling, calling out in their
strident voices to be released.
"Fuck em," I muttered.
She began to laugh, after a little bit I got the joke
and joined in.
After five minutes I got up, my limp dick sliding out of
her pussy, which was very, very wet. Grinning at the large puddle
of pussyjuice on the table and floor I set about the tiring task
of removing this incident from the memories of my audience - the
price for my decision to do this in front of the live audience.
"Gissup," I said, instantly shutting everyone up with the
keyword I had installed in all of them when hypnotizing them to be
unable to get out of their chairs, use cellphones or yell above a
certain level.
When that was all done I moved back to Uma, who was getting
back into her dress while one of the waiters (all the staff of
the restaurant were operatives) cleaned up the sweat and cum from
the table and floor.
"Uma," I said,"Huckleniffle."
The keyword put her straight into a trance, and I began to
talk, preparing her for the orgy.
"Uma, I know you probably want to shut the memory out of
your mind, but remember Batman and Robin...?"

---

"He was beginning to tell me why he was late," gasped Dave,
trying to hold back tears,"And then the next thing I know he's
lying in a pool of blood on the floor..."
"You hold steady, Dave," muttered Chief Of Detectives Andy
Kimble, holding back the anger,"We'll find out who did this... no one
kills a cop and gets away with it! Nobody!"


Two days later.


Tom was a freak.
Our first meeting I had instantly recognized him as being
highly intelligent, a very dangerous man to have as an enemy.
However, everyone (with the possible exception of myself) has
a weakness, and his was sex. Once you got him started on the subject
he never shut up about it, it was all his mind could register, all
other considerations went out the window.
His big thing was anal sex. I had met with him to discuss
how things were going with Nicole (I had given him three different
things to try out with her to see if my conditioning was taking) and
he had rushed through them to double check with me that I was going
to include a lot of anal sex in the orgy.
At one point he even asked if I would mind getting a
threesome going in the preparation, with him taking her ass and me
taking her mouth. Despite having had a couple of threesomes before
something about him made me make up a bullshit story about how
having a threesome would mean changing her hypnotic programming
which would muck up the schedule I had set in the other's minds.
I was actually beginning to think there might be something
to those rumors that he was gay.
Anyway, the point was that Tom loved anal sex, he loved doing
it, he loved watching pornos about it, he loved pictures of it... and
Nicole wouldn't even consider it - she was apparently a very basic
lover - happy to stick with three of four positions, she had only
given him a blowjob twice - once on their honeymoon, the second on his
birthday.
So Tom wanted me to fuck her up the ass, and because she was so
against it I was taking extra precautions, giving her a weeks worth of
hypnotic conditioning.
Now that the week was up I found myself standing outside the door
to one of their many mansions, the staff were all operatives of the
Organisation anyway, anyone high up in the Organisation or any big
customers were given operatives for staff to insure total privacy, so
I had no fear of being spotted by a maid with insomnia or anything like
that.
I punched in the security code that Tom had given me and entered
the room, a dull glow emanated from a room just to my left, he was up
watching t.v as he had said he would be.
"You're late," he whispered harshly.
"Filming went long today," I replied,"You know as well as I do
that it happens sometimes."
He nodded, then said,"Remember, I want you to do her...."
"In the ass, I know," I replied,"Don't worry, I'll save the
best for last."
He grinned at me, slapping me on the back - I hate it when
people do that - and headed up the stairs.
"I'll be in the security room watching," he told me.
"Just make sure all the camera's are operating," I told
him,"It's important we get all the angles."
"I thought you were doing this for your personal collection?"
"I am, doesn't mean I don't want it to be high quality."
He smiled and headed to the security room, I made my way to
the bedroom, where Nicole lay waiting.


Nicole Kidman - aka Dr Chase Meridian.


"Hey bitch," I said,"Scream and I'll kill you."
Nicole Kidman stared at me in shock, she didn't recognize
me, I had spoken the implanted keyword 'nicklepick' as soon as I
entered the room - and now she saw me as just another man - only one
who was standing in his room with no business being there.
I was pointing a finger at her, which she saw as a gun.
She opened her mouth to either scream or call out for Tom, but
I moved my finger closer and she stared at me in fear.
"Please," she whispered,"What do you want?"
"I seen you at the movies," I growled,"Shaking that cute little
ass of yours about, teasing everyone like every other woman in the
world... you fucking teases deserve everything you get!"
"I... I don't know what you're talking about..." she started.
"Yeah... that Billy Zane had the right idea in Dead Calm," I
growled,"Fuck you and that'll shut you up!"
She was staring at me in fear and disbelief, she couldn't
believe this was happening... not to her, a movie star!
"Yeah," I continued,"I saw your ass in that movie, your nice,
white ass... why shouldn't I have that? Huh? Huh!?"
"Listen... if you want money..."
"FUCK UP!" I roared,"Take that fucking robe off!"
She was wearing a pink, silken nightgown, you could practically
see everything through it anyway.
"What? I..."
I pushed my finger forward and yelled.
"BANG!" I yelled and she cringed back with a yelp, her mind
telling her I had fired a gun like I had conditioned it to.
"Oh God... please don't kill me..." she cried, tears welling
up in her eyes,"I'll do anything... just don't..."
"If you don't take that fucking robe off," I growled,"The
next one won't miss."
Slowly she untied the little silken belt and let her robe drop
to the floor, she stood shuddering, naked as the day she was born.
I ran an appreciative eye up the length of her body, taking
in her long legs, shaven red pussy, skinny waist, fairly large breasts
and beautiful face, that stared at me in terror.
"Get down on the bed," I said,"And spread your legs."
"Please... no... I..."
I pointed my finger at her again and she quickly complied,
lying down on the bed, her entire body trembling in fear.
"Spread your legs," I muttered, when she didn't comply I
repeated myself louder,"Spread them!"
"Please don't," she whimpered,"Please... I'm not on the pill."
I stifled a laugh, then looked at her thoughtfully.
"You got a great ass," I said,"I saw it in Dead Calm and it
drove me crazy."
She looked at me in noncomprehension.
"What I'm saying bitch," I growled,"Is that I might just
consider fucking you up the ass instead... it's your choice, do I
fuck your cunt or your ass?"
Her eyes had grown wide in disbelief again.
"Listen whore," I snapped,"You got till the count of five,
and if you haven't decided by then I'll do you in the cunt AND the
ass!."
"Please, I..."
"5."
"Wait..."
"4."
"You can't expect me to..."
"3."
"I'm begging you..."
"2."
"You can't just come in..."
"1."
She looked at me in fear, I opened my mouth to say the 0 and
she resolve snapped.
"My ass! Do me in the ass!"
I grinned,"Perhaps," I said,"If you beg me!"
Her eyes widened in surprise,"What?"
"Get down on your knees you uppity bitch," I growled,"And beg
me to fuck you up the ass, and I might consider it."
She obviously couldn't believe this was happening, she would
never know of course, that her own husband had come to me with this
specific request - he wanted to see his wife dominated and made to
be fucked up the ass - I don't know why, perhaps because she was taller
and made him feel like less of a man? All I knew was I got to fuck Nicole
Kidman up the ass.
Obviously her distaste for anal sex was overshadowed by her
fear of pregnancy, because she hopped of the bed, got onto her knees
and began to beg me as pathetically as possible for me to do her in
the ass.
"Please," she whimpered,"Don't rape my vagina, do me up the
ass I beg you."
"Do it better," I snapped.
"Please," she cried, realizing what I wanted,"Fuck me up the
ass, I want it bad, I want you to shove your cock up my butthole and
fuck my anus..."
"Enough," I said with a laugh,"Turn around and bend over that
fucking bed."
She did as she was told, presenting that beautiful ass of
hers to me, I felt my cock pressing hard against my black pants. I
slid my pants down my legs and stepped out of them, then walked up
and got down on my knees behind her. Pulling off my top I threw it
over my head onto the bed, then ran my fingers over her milky white
ass-cheeks.
Her entire body shook - it could have been fear, except I
had conditioned her mind to make her body especially sensitive to
touch after I spoke my keyword - and I knew it was with pleasure,
which would be putting her mind in a whirl of confusion. I knew
her nipples would be erect and her pussy a little wet, in fact I slid
a couple of fingers inside her pussy, causing her to jump with shock.
"You said..."
"You want me to just shove it in?" I interrupted,"Or do you
want it to be a little lubricated?"
She shut up as I pressed my fingers deep into her cunt, the
wetness of her pussy testifying to her arousal. Her mind would be
desperately trying to figure out why she was getting turned on by this.
Spreading her legs slightly I pushed my cock against her cunt,
she moaned in mixed fear and desire, and then I was pressing inside
of her, my cock filling up her tight cunt.
"Oh please don't cum," she cried,"Please, I don't want to get
pregnant..."
"Shut up," I muttered, running my thumb over her clitoris as I
stroked my cock in and out of the celebrities's cunt.
"Oooh... why is this happening," She cried,"I... ah!... I
can't be... oohh! enjoying thieeeaaaahhhh!"
She came quickly, as my conditioning had instructed her to, her
cunt clamping down on my cock as the embarrassed film star orgasmed after
only five or six strokes of her 'rapists' cock.
"That's some nice shit," I moaned, pulling loose from her cunt,
and true to my word, I'll give you your hearts desire and fuck you up
the ass."
I had just been sucking on my fingers, now I moved my index
finger down her asscrack and pressed it against the little puckered
hole, her anus resisted my efforts at first, but soon the lubricated
finger was pressing forward, moving apart the tight little muscles of
her sphincter and pressing into her ass.
"Ooooh!" she cried,"It's hurts..."
"Give it a sec, darling," I replied and pushed another finger
against her asshole, trying to push it in besides the other one, soon
it was also pushing into her asshole. She moaned in pain, not knowing
that soon her body would start producing endorphines which would
cause her to feel pleasure.
I began pumping my fingers in and out of her tight little
asshole, stretching her anus so that it would be able to take all of
my cock. Her moans of pain were becoming surprised - and unwanted -
moans of pleasure now, and I knew it would soon be time to send ol'
sparky in.
After half a minute or so I pulled my fingers out with a
little 'pop', then grabbed her left asscheek with my left hand and
my cock in my right, then directed it forward towards her tight little
asshole.

-

"Yeah," muttered Tom excitedly,"That's it! This is good shit!"
"Yeah," replied his guest, who was here against my express
wishes that no one else be present,"Good shit."
And Kevin Spacey smiled down at the monitor next to him, which
was also recording the proceedings without my or Tom's knowledge.

-

"Well, you better be ready for me," I said, my knees
pushing her legs apart. Nicole didn't fight it, she simply lay
bent over the bed, gasping in shock at her surprise orgasm and the
pleasure she had started to feel as I pumped my fingers in and out of
her ass.
- What a view! - my mind thought as I stared down at her
incredible ass. I pressed my cock against her asshole, then began
pushing it in.
She squealed out in shock at the unexpected pain, feeling
my member fill up her anal orifice. I began pressing forward
slowly, the lubrication from her cunt allowing me to part her
virgin ass without causing bleeding or unnecessary pain.
Inch by inch I pushed my cock deeper and deeper into her ass,
filling the movie star's asshole with my cock. Soon I had gotten in
all I was going to get in, and slowly I began to pull out, leaving a
burning sensation in her ass that I had instructed her to find
pleasurable.
"Huuuhhh!" she gasped as the sensations wracked through her
body,"Gupppfff?"
As my cock was in danger of pulling free from her ass I pushed
forward again, burying my rod deep into her anus once more. I set up
a nice pumping motion, pushing in and out of her tight ass faster and
faster. My hands gripped those beautifully rounded hips, my own hips
raising and lowered, fucking her tight sphincter with all I had.
"What an ass!" I growled,"You fucking love that don't you?
you love getting fucked up the ass!"
And to her surprise and shame she screamed out,"YES, YOU
BASTARD!" she
squealed as she felt another orgasm coming, the sensations charging
through her overly sensitive body,"FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS!"
The feel of Nicole Kidman's tight ass squeezing around my
cock as I slammed my member in and out of her rectum was driving me
crazy, I knew I was going to cum any second now.
I held off as long as possible, and when her body began to
shake and quiver with the onset of her second orgasm I buried my
cock as deep as I could into her asshole and let myself go, firing
shot after shot of sperm deep into her bowels.
"Yeeeesss!" I moaned and felt her ass clamping down hard as
I came and she came, juices running down from her pussy, pooling at
my knees.
After a couple of minutes to catch my breath and let her
finish her orgasm I pulled my cock out of her ass and stood up on
unsteady feet.
"Picklenick," I muttered and her body relaxed, her muscles
untensing as she lay still,"Nicole, my word is law, understand that
this never happened, Tom will come in in a few minutes and you'll
be sitting on the bed in that robe, and you'll get on your hands and
knees and beg him to fuck you up the ass, and you'll love it. And
that will be all you remember, understand?"
"Yes," she muttered lightly, if I had been looking I would
have seen a perplexed expression on her face - but I was busy
getting dressed.
"Good, and now onto more pleasurable matters. Remember when
you played Chase Meridian in Batman Forever...?"


End Chapter Four Part Three.


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Celebrity Hypnotist - Corruption In Hollywood - Chapter Four.


Part Four.


Tom was waiting outside the room when I stepped out.
"Did it all work?" he asked anxiously.
"Yes," I replied,"She'll be at the orgy all right."
He grinned,"And you're sure she'll let me fuck her up the
ass now?"
"Positive, go in and enjoy it."
He stepped in and I walked to the security room, removing the
tapes - I'd have them spliced together into one scene for my personal
collection.
I walked past the backup console, I checked it because I had
instructed Tom not to use it and suspected he might have anyway, but
there was no tape in there.
"One to go," I said with a grin, looking forward to fucking
the final 'Batgirl' who had actually played Batgirl! - Alicia
Silverstone.

---

She was drumming her fingers on the desk, the chair was so
big you almost got the impression that she was a little girl sitting
in her Daddy's chair.
"Well?" I asked,"What does she do all day?"
"Don't get me wrong," said Bill, an operative we had placed
in Alicia's production company,"She usually works real hard, but when
there's nothing to do she gets bored easily."
"I need to get the tapes installed," I said,"Can you get her
out of the office for an hour?"
"I can try, but I can't make any guarantees, she likes to be
here for phonecalls and can be on for anything from ten minutes to an
hour," Bill explained.
"An hour?" I asked,"That has possibilities."
Stepping back from the peephole in the secretaries room I
thanked Bill and headed out, already making my plans.


An Hour Later.


"Get it fixed as soon as possible," Alicia said to the
telephone repair man,"I need to be able to take calls."
All the phone lines on Alicia's floor had mysteriously been
cut off, calling from another floor she had been told that the phone
lines had been cut by accident during some routine line maintenance
and they were sending a team round to fix it.
"Shouldn't be more than ten minutes, Miss Silverstone,"
replied the worker, yet another of the seemingly endless operatives
for the Organisation.
She folded her arms under her breasts and waited patiently.


Ten Minutes Later.


As the workmen left her secretaries phone rang, she picked
it up and asked who was speaking.
"It's Alan Masterson from Universal," she told Alicia.
"Thanks," replied Alicia,"I'll take it in the office."
Sitting down at her desk she picked up the phone, 'Mr.
Masterson' started talking about a new movie deal and she quickly
got into the conversation. After an hour of talking Alicia was
listening very carefully to everything he had to say.
Mr Masterson was of course me, (*) and for the first forty,
forty-five minutes I had worked on putting her into a trance,
helped along by the fact that the workmen had added a miniature
tape recorder that played a prepared bit of hypnotic conditioning
that only registered in the subconscious mind, making her more
susceptible to suggestion.
Within an hour she was prepared, and I told her where to go,
I was really going to enjoy this.


Alicia Silverstone - aka Batgirl.


She knocked on the door and it opened immediately, the
operative didn't say a word, he just turned and walked towards a
lift at the end of the long corridor behind the door.
The lift opened and she stepped inside, the operative
grabbed a rope and lowered the portable lift down.
She showed no surprise at her surrounding as she came down,
it appeared she was being lowered into a mall, with hundreds (if not
thousands) of teens moving about, shopping, talking or just 'hanging
out' with me in the center.
Of course, this particular mall had a huge support column
covered in mirrors which reflected the people and made the mall seem
even larger. What no one knew was that the column was hollow and the
mirrors were two way, so anyone inside the pillar got a view of the
entire mall. It had been put into a mall for an erotic movie the
Organisation had designed for Woody Allen, where a group of young and
middle aged celebrities had an orgy in the middle of a mall - I had
not been included but I had watched the proceedings with some
amusement, but now it could be used for my purposes - I was going to
make a film that made it look like I was fucking Alicia Silverstone
(who kind of had an image as a Beverly Hills shopaholic since making
Clueless) in the middle of this Beverly Hills mall.
"Ready?" I asked her.
"Yes," she replied,"Just say the word."
"Heverly Bills," I said and immediately her face split into
a sly little smile.
"Are we really going to do this here?" she asked, as I had
instructed her to.
"Hey, today's teenagers are apathetic, I bet they don't even
notice."
She grinned at me and dropped her trenchcoat to the ground,
underneath she was wearing a tiny little green skirt and a shortsleeved
pink shirt.
"Do it baby," I murmured.
Turning around so her back was to me, she lifted her pink
shirt off - revealing that she wore no bra - and dropped it to the
ground, turning her head she gave me that same sly little look of
innocence and then bent forward slightly, sticking that beautiful
ass out at me. Gripping the little green dress she slowly pulled
it down, revealing a beautiful ass covered only in tiny white panties.
I gulped slightly as she stepped out of the skirt, then
oh so slowly pulled her panties, revealing as ass that would give a
eunuch a hard-on.
She turned slightly and I stared appreciatively at her
beautiful, naked body - the long legs, lightly trimmed pussy hair
and fantastic breasts - and she was so damn cute I felt like
cumming right there and then.
"Well?" she asked with a little smile - it was this mix of
innocence and slyness that I think made her so popular - placing
her hands on her hips,"Are you going to come and get me or not?"
"Shit you don't have to ask me twice!" I growled with a
smile and began pulling off my clothes, she moved over to where I
had a small mattress waiting and stood ready. Soon I was naked
and walked over to her, she grinned up at me and slid her arms
around me neck, pulling me down and kissing me softly on the lips.
Sliding my own arms around her waist (and fighting a hard
battle to keep from reach down and feeling up that beautiful ass) I
gently lowered her to the mattress.
I ran my hand down her neck, between the curves of her
breasts and gently down her waist. Briefly my finger slid between
her thighs, lightly brushing across her pussylips.
"You are one of the most incredible women I have ever
seen," I said, meaning every word,"And I want to make love to you
so badly I can taste it."
"Make love to me," she whispered lightly,"Do it to me like
it's never been done before."
I lowered my mouth to one of her breasts and lightly blew
on the already erect nipple, she gave out a little gasp of pleasure and
I closed my lips over the pink, erect protrusions, noting with
interest the little goosebumps on her breast. My teeth gently drew
themselves along the nipple in my mouth.
For Alicia the sensation was incredible, it seemed as if there
was a line connecting her nipples to her clitoris, and every time I
did something to her nipple the sensation was also felt by her erect
clit - I had conditioned her to do this, knowing it would just make
her all the more aroused.
She moaned out loud - luckily the column was soundproof - and
arching her back she pressed her breasts higher up so that more of her
mammary was pressed into my mouth.
I moved across to her other breast, doing the same to that as
I had done to the other, causing waves of pleasure to wash across
Alicia's body, who was moaning louder and louder, her pussy growing
wetter by the second, preparing itself for my member. To speed her
up slightly my hands moved down to her thighs and gently stroked along
the insides of the long, lightly tanned legs, as I came up on every
stroke I could feel the damp hairs of her pussy against my hand.
My fingers lightly crawled up her leg, like a spider each
finger came closer and closer to her pussy, and soon I was sliding a
finger inside of her hot, tight little pussy.
As she continued to moan excitedly, her hips began rising and
falling naturally, trying to force my fingers deeper inside of her
cunt, she needed something to fill her lovehole, and I was certain I
had it to give to her.
Moving from her breasts I kissed down her waist until my face
came to her juicy slit, I lightly kissed her on each thigh before
blowing lightly on her erect clitoris and then kissing her cuntlips,
she moaned out and her hands came down to my head, bringing her hips
up she tried to force my mouth into her vaginal channel.
I slid my tongue between her lips, sliding it slowly as far
up into her juicy pussy as I could stuck, I ran my tongue in and out
of her vagina several times, feeling her juices begin to flow even
faster, she was what I sometimes called a gusher, when she came she
would cum buckets.
I pulled my mouth away from her pussy and she gave a little
moan of disappointment, but then I was crawling over her body, and
my tongue instead snaked into her mouth, letting her taste her own
juices. As she returned my kiss - sucking on my tongue - I
positioned myself between her legs and pressed my cock forward,
parting her pussylips and sliding inside of her.
She was tight! I didn't have to force my way in but I could
feel her vaginal walls parting protestingly before me, obviously
she hadn't fucked too many times before, although she was no
virgin. As I began to pump into her faster and faster I also
suckled at the point where her shoulder and neck joined, loving
the taste of the sweat on her flesh and the warmth of her body, the
smell of her hair and the feel of her breasts against me.
Her hands were around my waist, her nails weren't scratching
my back but they were pressing down tightly, I could hear her gasping
in pleasure as I pumped in and out of her, gasping in time with my
thrusts.
"Uh... uh... uh... yeah... uh.... oooh... uh!" hearing her and
knowing she was getting off on this made the cum in my balls boil, and
I hoped she would cum soon, so that we could get off together.
She was thrusting her hips up against mine, timing the thrusts
perfectly with my own, and taking my mouth from her neck I saw that
she was looking at me with an intent expression of desire - due to
my hypnotic conditioning she really believed she loved me.
I began to make long, sinking thrusts that brought our pubic
hair together, I was burying my member into her to the hilt, and I
could tell she was approaching orgasm, her hips were banging up
against mine faster and faster, we were losing the rhythm of our
lovemaking but it didn't matter, we were so close now that all that
mattered was the sensation.
- So fucking tight! - my mind cried, - I'm fucking Alicia
Silverstone!!!!!! -
"Ahhh..ahhh..ahhhh...yee.. YESSSSS!!!!!!" she squealed as
she came.
"Guf!" I cried and I came.
As her cunt clasped down on me and she pulled me close to her,
my cum was shooting into her pussy, only three or four shots and they
felt like they were being pulled from my bones - I had definitely
overdone it this week! - but the release was incredible.
After I had cum she continued to groan and cry out as her
orgasm ran through her body, I made a few more thrusts, sending a buzz
of pleasure through my system, and then she too was finished.
Rolling of her I lay on the bed next to her, she was panting
heavily, I was practically unconscious.
After a few minutes I felt her fingers on my chest, I turned
and looked at her and saw the radiant joy on her face - ol'sparky
made an effort to raise again, but there was a limit to even his
stamina.
"That was wonderful," she said and leaning over she kissed me,
running her tongue into my mouth, where this time I sucked on it.
When she pulled away I forced myself up onto my elbows and
stifled a laugh when I saw a man standing not ten feet away checking
his teeth in the mirror, of course to me it looked like he was just
standing ten feet from us.
- None of them out there know that two big fucking celebrities
were having a big celebrity fuck! - I thought to myself, - They miss
out on so much in their sad little lives. -
"Alicia," I said.
"Yes, lover?" she asked.
"Figaro Big."
She returned to her trance like state.
"Remember that really shit movie you were in, Batman And Robin?
Well I've had a funny idea..."

Epilogue.


"So when's the orgy?" asked the Head.
"Next week," I replied,"I need some time to recover... it's
been a busy week!"
"Some people should be so lucky," he laughed.
I laughed too, but thought to myself, - Luck had nothing to do
with it, bud, it's all about having the will. -
"You going to handle all those woman by yourself?" he asked.
"I don't doubt I could," I replied with a little chuckle,"But
I've had them all now, and I've had an idea to make the orgy more fun."
"Anything I can do to help?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied, grinning openly now,"Get me the numbers and
addresses for Michael Keaton, Val Kilmer and...," I shuddered
slightly,"... and George Clooney."

(*) The CH has used the false name Alan Masterson before,
in chapter one of Celebrity Hypnotist he used the name to get Jim
Carrey out of the house so he could get to Lauren Holly.

End Chapter Four Part Four (last part of chapter).


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