This is the Fan Fiction XXX Site Mind Control Forum.
So I trust you won't be offended to find the following story is a work of fiction, which deals how a couple of female celebrities loose control of their own will for the benefit of a strange man's sexual pleasure.
But if you wanted to read about cooking you wouldn't be here, would you.
It was the last week of filming on the latest Harry Potter movie and cast and crew had decided to go out on the town once filming finished, which was scheduled for the 14th February 2010. That day would be both Chinese New Year and Valentine's Day so everyone on set wanted to join in, but none more so than Emma Watson and Bonnie Wright. They had big plans for the night. Firstly they wanted to use the day for an early celebration of Bonnie's upcoming 19th birthday, which was due 3 days later, when they would be back home and unable to get together. Also both wanted to do something their hectic lifestyle and poor choice in men to-date had caused them to miss out on, get laid and for the first time. Both were adamant 19 was too old to still be a virgin, why some of their school friends had been getting it for years. Bonnie was determined she would get some before her birthday, and Emma who was already 9 months past her 19th birthday was even more determined, some might say desperate.
The producer had had tasked the wardrobe department to provide appropriate costumes for all members of the cast and crew either oriental or romantic, or both, as each person preferred. "However," he explained "To keep costs down we'll be using costumes from other shows, so no choices. You wear what you are given." "Don't worry," the wardrobe mistress had added "Everything will be top quality and tailored to fit perfectly." The girls had prevailed on the producer to allow them to have outfits that were both oriental and romantic, a concession he had made with an uncharacteristic grace. They were very keen to make a big splash, and they certainly would, but not the way they expected.
The girls were the last cast members scheduled to perform on the final day, which made them a little anxious, final performances have a way of running over time. All their on-screen work had been completed all that was left to do was a voice over for a CGI scene. They were to recite a magic incantation in unison to on-screen initiate actions which had already been generated. One line, that was all and the film would be finished, not something that should run late, unfortunately it did running late. It was not their fault technical problems had delayed filming in the morning, then the producer had announced the words of the incantation had been changed and they needed to re-learn their line. They were not happy, but what could they do the film had to be finished that day, people already booked to fly home tomorrow.
All day cast members who'd completed their parts, and crew who had spare time, had changed into party outfits. Only Emma and Bonnie had not, indeed they hadn't even seen their outfits yet. Now the girls found themselves surrounded on all sides by oriental looking people, which was making them self conscious. They were starting to feel guilty about keeping everyone waiting, which was making learning the line more difficult. It wasn't helped that they both felt there was something fundamentally different about the new words. They just didn't fell like the other incantations they'd had to learn for the show. For a start it was in a different language, they didn't know what it was, but they could tell it it wasn't Latin. That wasn't all though, there was something about it, something wrong; it felt like the words were resisting being said, they just could not fit their mouths around them.
Seeing their discomfort the producer decided it would be best to relieve a little of the pressure. So he told them to take a break and try on their party clothes, then he released everyone who wasn't needed for recording the line to go off and start partying. The girls were relieved to have the chance to relax for a few minutes and rushed to their dressing rooms to see what they would be wearing. Hanging in their wardrobes were two of the most gorgeous outfits they had ever seen. Emma's outfit was a masterpiece of Red and Gold Silk, Bonnie's was Royal Blue Silk with trimmings of Ermine Fur, the quality was astonishing. More astonishing when they put them on they realised that not only were they the most beautiful outfits the girl had ever worn, but also the most exciting.
Everything about them seemed designed to arouse. The bodices felt like of a lover standing behind them was reaching around to gently squeeze the breasts, whilst rubbing their nipples with his thumb. The waistline hugged them tightly massaging their bellies. Their buttocks were being alternately being caressed by the dress material and slapped by the stiffened and weighted ends of bows tied around the waist. Most disturbing, but also delighting, to the girls was the mysterious way the dresses managed to follow the contour of their pubic zone causing every step to result in a gently rubbing on the lips of their pussy. Given the way the dresses restricted them to make very small steps, they soon found that just walking across the dressing room was like 20min with a vibrator. The night was going to be very interesting.
The way they felt to wear was matched by the way they felt to look at, the dress was cut low, very low. The front stopped at the top of nipples, the upper half of the areola being permanently exposed. If someone a few inches taller stood beside them, the entire areola, and of course, nipples were visible. As they were both average height this meant nearly every man they met would get and eyeful. Worse or better, depending on your point of view, only an inch thick band accross the shoulder blades held the dress in place the rest of the back plunged past the bows in a deep v to nerly the bottom of the buttocks. This and the tightness of the dresses made wearing any form of underwear impossible, the result being that anyone seated behind the girls was aforded an unobstructed view between their legs. The remainder of the dresses didn't do much more for modesty, the tightness and thinness of the material meant that nothing underneath was subject to doubt. You could tell if a belly button went in or out, get a good idea of their state of sexual arousal and almost count their pubic hair.
For the girls it was quite a shock, but also a turn on. They stopped to admire themselves in the full length mirrors in the room, there was one for each of the 8 girls who used it, so they could see everything. Pretty soon they weren't just looking at themselves, but each other as well, and they both liked what they saw. "My God, these will get us laid, won't they?" said Bonnie. "Laid!, these could get us raped." replied Emma. "Hmm," said Bonnie, then she shook her head, "I'd rather just get laid. What about you?" "Of course I don't want to get raped," Emma retorted, but suddenly she wasn't quite so sure. "Maybe not rape, but it might be nice to find a guy who knew what he wanted and took it." she countered. "what's the difference,' asked Bonnie "don't both mean you do what someone else wants, even if you really don't want to yourself?"
"The producer's not really going to let us wear these outside, will he?" asked Emma, trying to change the subject quickly as she really couldn't answer Bonnie's question clearly. She felt there was a difference, but just couldn't think of one just now. "But what else are we going to wear?" replied Bonnie "The producer said we had no choice and we can't miss the party. I'm not going to miss such a great opportunity to get r..., I mean laid." obviously not completely distracted. "Damn," said Emma quietly, troubled by her nagging desire. "We still have to go out and finish that bloody line, before you can do either. God I'm so horny." "Me to. But you know it's funny wearing this and thinking & feeling the way I do, the line doesn't seem a problem anymore I'm sure I can say it clearly now." "Yes, I feel the same. Isn't that strange."
"What's taking so long? We still have work to do you know." the producer called from outside the door "Aren't you dressed yet?" "Y.Yes." replied Emma. "We're coming." called Bonnie rushing for the door, as fast as the dress allowed. "I very nearly am." whispered Emma following reluctantly. She didn't really want the producer to see her outfit, she was afraid he'd not let them wear them to the party, . "About time!" snapped the producer, as they emerged from the room. He glanced briefly at their outfits and seemed about to say something, but then turned and lead the way quickly. "Hurry up," he grunted over his shoulder. "He's waiting," he added to quietly for them to hear "and by the look of you, you're as ready for it as he is." On they shuffled after him, struggling to keep up, every step getting them hornier and making the producer's last remark more accurate, though they had no clue he'd spoken and still less about his words intent.
Nor did they know that the producer was very aware of how they'd look and feel in dresses, long before they put them on. After all it had been him who had selected them, and had them modified especially to fit the girls. They had designed to be worn by courtesans in a movie about The Chinese Emperor's Court, an XXX rated movie. But even then they had not been quite so 'comfortable' or revealing, those attributes had been added especially for this occasion. It had also been the producer who had caused the technical difficulties which delayed the morning shoot, and added the modified incantation to the girls scripts. no one else even knew there had been a change, nor had anyone else observed the producer remove the much more modest outfits wardrobe had prepared for the girls and substitute these.
On reaching the sound stage the girls were relieved to discover the whole stage was dark except for a single spotlight focused on the microphones they were to use. None of the crew there to record the line could be seen. This made them feel less concerned about performing the line in their current state, though then knew there had to be several men watching them, not seeing them allowed them to pretend they were alone. This pretence was enhanced when the producer announced he had to deal with some paperwork and promptly left the stage. To all appearances the girls were entirely alone. "Okay, lets get this over with." said Emma "I'm ready, are you?" "In more ways than one." Bonnie replied. "Yeah. if your ready, we'll just say the line, Okay?" Called Emma to the invisible crew. "Fine, go ahead." came the reply from the darkness, in a voice that neither girl recognised. "Okay," they both replied stepping up to the mics. "In 5," said Emma, holding up her hand fingers spread. Closing them one at a time she counted down and then:
"D* Faolchú Tiarna mar a sclábhaí géilleann feadh do shaoil!"
They both spoke strongly, in unison. The meaning of the words they did not know, but something about them seemed to fit perfectly with the way they were feeling. The effect was amazing, there was a flash of intense white light, followed immediately by an enormous thunderclap. Both girls were temporarily blinded and deafened, they stood rigid transfixed with shock. As their minds cleared they noted the stage was no longer dark and there was only one other person in the whole area and it was nobody they knew. This was very strange, there would normally have been at 5 or 6 people there for recording. At the very least the director, an assistant producer, sound recordist, clapper operator and security and usually a chaperone when there were two teenage girls on set. What's more the crew had all been with the show for months, there wasn't any crew member the girls hadn't met. Who was this man?
Both of them tried to ask that same question, but found they could not. Indeed they found there was nothing they could do, but stand rigidly still while the stranger walked up to them slowly. When he came within 2 feet he began to circle them examining them intently from every angle; they knew he was close enough to see 'everything'. After the circuit he stopped in front each of them, looked them directly in the face and nodded smiling. The intent was clear he was satisfied with what he saw both their looks and their condition. "Do you know who I am?' he asked. "No." the both replied suddenly able to speak, but only one word could they form and still they could not move. "No?" he smiled "But you just used my name 'Faolchú Tiarna', Wolf Lord in the Celtic tongue." he smiled again "So nice of you to grant me such a pleasant gift."
"Oh God," thought Bonnie "What the hell did that incantation mean?" clearly it was not just some meaningless phrase. Emma was beginning to smile, she thought she had guessed the truth. "D* Faolchú Tiarna mar a sclábhaí géilleann feadh do shaoil." he uttered slowly savoring every word, "A powerful spell," he smiled at them "When spoken by a virgin so sexual aroused she wants satisfaction at any price. Even better with two such virgins." "D* Faolchú Tiarna mar a sclábhaí géilleann feadh do shaoil." The girls tried to speak, but failed. "To Wolf Lord as his slave I submit for life." he translated, without them needing to ask. "Having said the words before me, freely, in your current condition makes it binding. You belong to me now and will do so as long as you live. Nothing can break that spell except my releasing you from it, which I have no intention of doing."
"No, no, it can't be" Bonnie thought, but she knew it was true. Her inability to speak until he had asked a question, and her continued immobility was clear evidence of his control over her, she began to smile.
Emma just grinned while a large wet patch formed on the front of her dress and juices ran down her legs.
End of PART 1