Mesmerized: The Magician's Plaything (4 page)

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 recollecting 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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