Mesmerized: The Magician's Plaything

by Mallorie Griffin

  “That's good,” he breathed before tossing the panties away and lowering himself onto her. “I think I know what would be even better.”

  Tammy's eyes widened as he moved lower and lower against her. She knew what he was going to do, and for just a moment, she froze. Was she certain?

  She had to be, for Malcolm was already dipping down, his nose pushing against her thighs, urging her to spread those legs further. He sighed when she didn't. “Poor thing, you can't move, can you?”

  He growled and pushed against her legs, doing the work himself. A thrill raced through Tammy's body.

  She really couldn't move, not at all.

  But she wanted to. Oh, when Malcolm's tongue darted out and brushed against the outer folds, she wanted to arch her back and scream. She throbbed for her him, she ached for even more as he teased her with his dextrous tongue, and he could feel every ounce of tension in her body. She was certain that he was grinning at her frustration, thought she couldn't see him, buried as he was in her cunt.

  He continued to tease her, bringing her to the very limits of his spell, her limbs twitching and convulsing at his teasing, pleasurable touch, her mouth opening and closing in silent moans of ecstasy.

  He had to do something more, and soon, or she feared she would explode.

  Malcolm nibbled and licked around the outer edges of her pussy for what felt like forever, but then finally, finally, he pushed his way between those engorged folds, dipping inside her, well and truly tasting of her now. He moaned into her cunt, those reverberations echoing through her hyper-sensitive folds and almost making her scream yet again. And it was more than that. It was knowing that Malcolm was getting just as much pleasure from this as she was. He loved it, too.

  He licked up the length of her, ending at that hard nub of her clit, and fireworks exploded through her body, pulsing up into her brain. She saw stars. He had her so close to coming already, she couldn't stand it. It was like she was standing at the edge of a cliff, and he needed to push her off, because she couldn't move. She couldn't do it on her own, so he had to. Just one little push...

  Malcolm gripped her thighs, pulling her down towards him, burying his face in her slick cunt. His tongue pushed its way inside her tight hole now, filling her up, and the sensation was nearly overwhelming to her. It was nearly enough, but not quite. She just needed a little more. She needed a cock. She needed that tongue against her throbbing clit.

  Sensing that need, Malcolm withdrew and moved up again, pressing his nimble tongue, bearing down on that sensitive nub, again and again, rubbing against her, bringing her further and further along to the very heights of orgasm. She was so close, so close...

  And then she came, explosively around his eager mouth. Her limbs jerked violently, under their own spell now, not controlled by either Tammy or Malcolm. Nothing in the world could have stopped her.

  Malcolm growled loudly, evidently done with pleasing and teasing Tammy, and he hauled his body upwards, ripping off his black magician's jacket. “My turn,” he harshly said as he yanked down his pants without ceremony, exposing his thick cock for Tammy to see. It was huge, long and thick and utterly arousing in the dim light. Her pussy was still throbbing in the wake of her orgasm, and even so, she longed for that cock to be buried deep inside her. If anything, her climax increased that longing.

  She wanted nothing more than Malcolm thrusting against her right now.

  And Malcolm obliged her, for once. Without hesitating, and without any warning, he dipped that cock between her spread thighs, and found his mark easily, pushing his way inside her, his hot rod filling her quickly, utterly, and completely. It was almost too much. She very nearly couldn't take it.

  She felt her arms and legs twitch in an effort to scrabble against the stage, but Malcolm's spell was too strong for her. She couldn't resist him.

  But the thought and sensation of being filled by him was too much for her body to resist. She could feel another climax mount and surge through her body, and her cunt clenched tightly around his thick shaft as he thrust. He was slow at first, but he quickly picked up speed and he sensed and felt her excitement. This was all too much for her. It was so, so... naughty.

  He grinned down at her as he pummeled her mercilessly, his hips harshly slapping against her thighs. He drew all the way out, and then slammed back in, and the sensation of being filled, over and over, by his fat rod of a cock was too much for Tammy. She opened her mouth, and trembling groan came out. The sex was overcoming the spell. She almost felt as if she could move again.

  Malcolm slowed his pace now, not letting his spell be broken. He wanted to keep his control over her, for as long as humanly possible.

  Again and again he bore down on her, beating her with his dick, using her and abusing her, and Tammy loved every last second of it. He had her in a frenzy; she felt as if she might come again. He made her feel like no man had ever made her feel before. And she never wanted this sensation to stop.

  “Please,” she managed to whimper as he fucked her, harder and harder. It felt like his dick might tear her in two.

  Malcolm growled wordlessly at her begging, and ramped up his pace, his hips jerking erratically against her. Though Tammy had never had sex with Malcolm before, she knew what that meant. She had him close. She was going to make him come, and soon.

  She tightened her cunt around him, the one muscle she still felt like she had any control over, and that only caused Malcolm to roar and slam himself against her even more harshly. He was going to come, and going to come soon.

  With one final cry, he pulled out, and exploded all over her. Come smeared against her belly, her breasts, he neck and face. She was bathed in his come. She was covered by him. He owned her.

  “Good,” he panted, dropping to all fours above her. “I knew I picked a good assistant, from the very moment I saw you.”

  Tammy's eyes widened. How did he know? How did he know about this fantasy of hers?

  He really was magic.

  Malcolm hauled himself upright after many long moments, and he cleaned himself up, making himself look presentable again. Tammy found the hypnotist's spell take its grip on her again, and she could only watch him from the floor of the stage, a naked, sodden mess. She felt a flush of mingled embarrassment and lust course through her body. She was such a slut.

  After he was dressed again, he smiled down at her, and snapped his fingers. “Same time tomorrow?”

  The Sunday night show. “Yes,” Tammy breathed, still somehow unable to move. Malcolm had her under a different kind of spell.

  “Good. I'll be expecting you.”

  She knew it wasn't going to be the show he was expecting her for.

  As he disappeared into the dark of the stage, Tammy finally found the spell to be broken. She could move again. As she pulled herself upright, gathering up her clothing, she couldn't help but wonder how he had so much control over her, so quickly. Was it really the hypnotism? Or was it something else?

  No matter. She had to get ready for tomorrow.

  *****

  Tammy breathed lightly in her costume – freshly laundered since yesterday – and stood before the crowd, just as she'd done the past 2 nights before. She wasn't certain how Malcom would treat her tonight, given what they'd done the night before, but he was strikingly professional, as if he'd never hypnotized her and fucked her right there on that stage floor. In fact, he was downright cordial, and even made casual conversation with her, explaining how he changed his act every six months or so, adding new tricks to keep the show fresh for the regulars.

  She wondered if he would do anything at all to her, tonight.

  Throughout the first portion of the act she fretted, twisting and twirling her long dark hair in one hand, fidgeting so nervously that Malcolm shot her a warning glare from time to time, when the audience focused on her more than him. It was strange, but the audience hadn't scared her until now.

  But with everyone staring at her, they were terrifying.

 
“You'll have to excuse my lovely assistant,” Malcolm apologized for her at one point. “This is only her third night on the job.” The women in the audience tittered at that. Tammy knew any one of them would give their left foot to be in her position right now. To be so close to Malcolm, the man and magician that they all lusted after. Little did they know.

  The knowledge of what Tammy and Malcolm had done together fueled her confidence enough to get through her portion of the act, and gave her the courage to perform the last trick, squirming through the narrow passage to the equally narrow box where she'd been held captive in the last two nights.

  And now, here she was in that box, yet again. Malcolm had her in the palm of his hand. All he had to say were two little words.

  But he didn't. Tonight, he merely pulled her out of the box, pumping one of her hands with his in the air to the wild applause of the audience, and then forcing her down into a bow with him, as the act normally dictated. Tammy almost thought that tonight, nothing would happen. That yesterday was a total fluke.

  Until Malcolm said, “What do you think of a more public performance, my dear?” He murmured the words quietly, barely audible over the roar of the crowd. Tammy froze and stared at the magician, her eyes wide. Surely he wouldn't...

  “Secret weapon,” he said, his mouth curling slightly in a sly smile. Tammy immediately froze, unable to move.

  He continued to bow, moving in front of Tammy, who was now as still and stiff as a wooden mannequin. The audience was so focused on Malcolm that they didn't seem to notice her sudden stillness. She was trapped though, and felt roaming eyes flow over her flesh. It made her skin prickle, and it wasn't an entirely uncomfortable feeling. She liked being looked at in that way, in fact. And she was safe, up on this stage.

  The crowd slowly trickled out of the auditorium now, the show over. Malcolm went to attend to his adoring fans, leaving Tammy alone on the stage. The lights went out, leaving only a few dim emergency lights on. Slowly, the echoing voices dimmed, and then receded entirely. She was truly alone, now. And she still couldn't move.

  It amazed her how powerful this hypnotism was. Was it just her mind that made it so powerful?

  Or was Malcolm truly gifted? She tried with all her might to lift an arm, a hand, even a finger, but her body simply wouldn't obey her.

  It would obey Malcolm, though.

  She heard him first; the soft padding of footsteps approaching her from behind on the silent cold stage now, and the low chuckle of his voice.

  “Trapped again, I see,” he said, stating the obvious. Tammy nearly wanted to snort at him, but she could scarcely even breathe. “Turn around,” he commanded.

  To Tammy's non-surprise, she found her body obeying. She took short, shuffling steps, and did a complete 180, turning to face Malcolm now. He looked just as he had during the act – his magician's suit and cape sharp and pressed, his dark hair combed neatly, his cheekbones high and haughty. His skin glinted palely off of what little light the auditorium offered, and his dark eyes stared at her hungrily.

  “On your knees,” he commanded. Tammy immediately sunk down, her knees banging against the wooden floor loudly. It hurt, but she didn't care. Her breath was already quickening in her throat as fire flowed through her veins. Was he really going to do what she thought he was going to do? Control her body, control her very mind, and make her suck him off? The idea thrilled her.

  Indeed, he inched closer to her, unbuttoned and unzipping his dressy black pants. She could tell even in the slight light that he was hard as a rock, and ready for her eager mouth. Underneath his pants were silken red boxers, and he pushed those out of the way. Tammy's eyes widen as his cock sprung out from the behind the fabric, every bit as full and thick as she remembered it.

  Her eyes darted about nervously. “Worried that someone will see us, my pet?” he purred as he noticed her looking about. “Don't. It's just you and me.”

  Tammy didn't know why, but this relaxed her. She trusted Malcolm, for some reason. Of course she trusted him. She wouldn't have come back tonight, or even last night if she didn't. She knew Malcolm was testing her. But for what?

  Malcolm inched closer to her, his thick, hot rod pulsing in her face now. “Suck me off,” he commanded, and Tammy obediently, almost robotically opened her mouth, ready to take him into her in an entirely different way. “With passion,” he emphasized.

  It was like something had taken over Tammy's mind and body, in that moment. She'd never been terribly good at oral, and didn't much care for it, but there was something about doing it this way that made her eager for it. Her skin flushed hotly and a throb coursed through her body, centering around her aching cunt. She wanted to suck Malcolm off, to feel every inch of him in her mouth, to make him come with her tongue. She dipped her head towards him eagerly now, anything but robotic as she opened her mouth further.

  Instead of taking his dick in her mouth immediately, she did what she'd seen in some pornos, and began to slowly and luxuriously lick up the length of his shaft. Malcolm groaned loudly at her eager teasing, and Tammy took that as a good sign. Almost without her knowledge, a hand snaked upwards and grabbed at Malcolm's well-muscled ass through the thin fabric of his pants, and another wormed itself upwards to grip his balls – not too hard – just hard to enough for him to know that she had them.

  “That's good,” he hissed, thrusting lightly into her face. Tammy loved it. Malcolm may have control of her now, but she had him by the balls, and she was the one giving him the pleasure. “Take me in,” he ordered.

  Tammy obeyed. She had to. She opened her mouth now, and lightly kissed the tip of his hot dick for before swallowing it up inside her warm, wet mouth. Malcolm moaned even more loudly as she pursed her lips around his shaft and began to bob her head. Her mouth and lips flowed and pressed against every inch of him, and she took in as much as she could. Which wasn't much – she had a bit of a hair trigger gag reflex, but she was eager. She gripped his shaft as she jerked her head back and forth.

  “Good, good,” Malcolm gasped, bucked his hips against her, abruptly forcing more of herself into Tammy's waiting mouth. She gagged for a moment, but took it in stride. She needed to make him come.

  Her tongue lifted and curled around that pulsing, throbbing rod now, and Malcolm tensed and grabbed the back of her head, his fingers twining around her hair and his nails clenching and digging into her scalp. The little sparks of pain only urged Tammy further, to take even more of him in, to go faster and faster. She wanted to please him. She wanted hot come to splash against the walls of her mouth and slide down her throat. She'd never felt this way before. It was almost like she was a whole other person.

  She knew why, too. She had no idea that Malcolm could control her mind this way before, but now she knew. She was all his.

  Faster and faster she went, lightly squeezing his balls as she bobbed up and down. Malcolm groaned and thrust, he breath coming in ragged gasps now. And still she went faster, her tongue pressing against the underside of his dick as she worked. She repeated a mantra in her head – she had to make him come, she had to make him come.

  Suddenly, with no warning, Malcolm let loose a loud bellow, and jerked his hips erratically against her as he unloaded inside her mouth, orgasming violently. Tammy was suddenly overwhelming by the sheer amount of spunk in her mouth. For more than a few moments, Malcolm was her entire world, his come and his cock and his hot body.

  Spurt after spurt of the milky substance shot out and slid right down her throat, and because Malcolm ordered it, she swallowed it all down eagerly. He shuddered violently when she sucked the tip of his dick, the intense feeling almost too much for him.

  “Enough!” he gave a gasping order, and Tammy pulled away, off his dick, and toppled to the floor.

  To her surprise, she found herself immobilized again.

  Malcolm bent over, his hands on his knees, his dick throbbing and twitching from the apparently powerful climax. He panted for a minute, then two, taking his time in rec
ollecting himself. Tammy watched the entire time, motionless. Finally, he stood, and slid his cock back inside his pants, zipping himself up.

  “Good. Very good,” he said, still slightly out of breath. “I think you'll do just fine.”

  Do just fine? For what?

  Tammy stared as he snapped his fingers again, letting her control her body once more. She relaxed, letting her limbs fall to the ground. “What will I do just fine for?” she asked, echoing her thoughts.

  He grinned, but it wasn't an evil grin. Impish, maybe. “I've been looking for a new assistant, as you know, but what I didn't tell you was that I needed a special kind of assistant. One who I could hypnotize and influence so utterly and completely that she would let me do anything. And you, my dear, are that person.”

  Tammy's breath caught in her throat and a thrill raced through her body. More than a thrill, a pulsing, needful throb of excitement and lust. What did he have planned for her?

  “I have some new tricks I've been working on,” he continued as Tammy stared at him. “Some very special tricks, to be performed in front of a live audience. Some very naughty tricks,” he stared meaningfully at her as he spoke, and Tammy nodded, almost imperceptibly. “Are you interested in learning them?”

  “Very,” she replied.

  Malcolm smiled widely, and reached out a hand, which Tammy quickly took.

  “Good. Your training starts tomorrow.”

  This was turning out to be a very interesting job, indeed.

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