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Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. A wild idea that I thought would be fun to play with. Accessing some of my stuff, some other authors and some originals here. For the authors who may recognize some of their stuff: It's really me honoring your cool stories and maybe encouraging you to continue. Hope you understand. Think it'll be fun. Enjoy.
Given my skills, and I do mean my skills as a legitimate interviewer, I usually get called upon to interview the same people again. That's often a good thing, as it gives me the chance to "reacquaint" with some past lovelies and enjoy myself. At times, I find myself doing something different and it almost always pays off. For one woman in particular, my interview with Britney Spears definitely was a good thing.
I've never actually interviewed her. Oh, we got it together at the 2000 MTV Video Music Awards but that was a sudden urge driven on by that amazing outfit of hers. I've never actually done a regular sit-down interview with the pop princess and was looking forward to doing so now. Not that she was going to be doing an awful lot of sitting during the day.
She was between projects, working on a new album while balancing some movie offers, along with the usual hassles ranging from mail from rather overanxious fans to the near-weekly requests from "Playboy" for a pictorial.
It was still amazing to look at her and think of the woman who had presented herself as such a small-town innocent only a few years before. She'd realized what a sexy image she had and had been beefing it up with long blonde hair and a face that could go from innocence to lust in a flash. As one who had tasted the goods himself, I knew the sexpot image wasn't just for show.
We met at a hotel of her choosing, a nice suite which was thankfully cleared of the usual hanger-ons and agents and such that so get in the way of things. I had checked out the bedroom out of the corner of my eye and looked forward to exploring it with Britney later. But first, I had some business to attend to.
"Good to meet you," Britney smiled as she shook hands with me. It took me a minute to remember that she had no recollection of meeting me at the VMA's, let alone the hot night of lovemaking we enjoyed there. She was dressed in a low-cut shirt that showed off a nice amount of cleavage with a skirt flashing those nice gams. We sat and started to talk, nice, easy, usual interview stuff at first as I bided my time.
"I have to say, you're one of the better ones," Britney said after about fifteen minutes. "You don't do a massive pressing on details like most of the others. I can't tell you how sick I am of answering personal life questions and shit. Thanks for being a gentlemen."
"Well, I hardly think I'm that," I said with a smile. "I have to admit, there are some things I did ask and wasn't sure if you'd be open to them."
"As long as it doesn't involve my sex life," she chuckled.
"Too bad," I sighed. "Guess we'll have to do it the hard way." I moved and looked into her eyes. "Sleep, Britney, baby." Britney's eyes were confused, then went blank, sliding shut as my trigger word sent her back into a trance. I watched her, watching her breathe slowly and methodically, then spoke. "Britney, stand up and undress, then sit back down."
In moments, I was looking at the very nice naked body of Britney Spears. Obviously she'd had a little work done but her breasts were still amazing, so nice and plump yet pointy like I liked it. Her dark blond bush was nicely trimmed, no doubt due to her infamous libido and I looked forward to exploring that a bit more. But first thing was first.
We controllers speak to one another a lot and it came as little surprise that Britney was quite the target for some of my kind. What intrigued me was other tales I'd heard, that Britney may have gotten involved with some who weren't controllers but still practiced hypnosis skills. I decided to ask her about it.
"Britney, listen to my voice. You will answer all my questions honestly, Britney, do you understand?"
"Yes....."
"Now, Britney, you've been hypnotized before, haven't you?"
"Yeah....Lot of times....."
"Okay, Britney. Why don't you start from your most recent time and tell me about it. Tell me all about it, Britney.........."
BRITNEY:
It was last week. I was doing a quick shopping thing, just checking things at stores, trying to be a normal teen for once. I passed by this toy store and just had the urge to check it out.
It was an upscale one, a lot of those fancy collector's toys around and I could actually see a couple of my dolls there too. I was busy looking so I literally bumped into this clerk, Chuck. He saw who I was right off the bat and I spent a few minutes trying to calm him down as he went on and on about how great I was and how much he loved me and it was a while before I could ask him about any special items.
This weird smile came on his face and he led me over to the counter where he picked up this fancy doll of Dracula. He showed me how the eyes lit up and flashed at me and started going on about how it was like a vampire hypnotizing his prey, he just let them flash while he told me how it was like a vampire hypnotizing a prey.
I soon found myself unable to look away, just stand and stare into those flashing eyes. I could hear his voice telling me to relax, to let the eyes do the work and hypnotize me. I soon found myself believing that they were just like the eyes of a vampire and they were hypnotizing me, the eyes were hypnotizing me, those vampire eyes were hypnotizing me, they were hypnotizing me and I soon became completely hypnotized by the flashing vampire eyes.
I was under deep and Chuck asked me if I was going to be free that afternoon. I told him I was and he immediately closed up the shop and drove me to his home. He took me to his basement and he had all these women down there. They were all hypnotized, I could tell, just staring out blankly as he led me down to an empty cubicle. They were each in one, frozen in place. There were ones dressed like super-heroines and celebrities and stuff and they were just standing there, waiting for him to play with them.
He brought me to an empty cubicle and stood me inside and had me undress. As soon as I was naked, he had me pose like a doll, arms out and legs spread a bit. He moved over me, just running his hands all over me, rubbing my ass and breasts and squeezing my nipples. He had me freeze right in place while he moved in and took me standing up, just ramming his cock in and out of me and I was just frozen right in place while he fucked me like that.
After he came in me, he cleaned me off and had me redress. He walked me out and told me to walk for six blocks, then wake up and not remember anything except to go back into a trance if I heard him say 'doll time, Britney.' So, I just walked away while he went back to his harem.
I had Britney stop as I dove for the phone. I don't pretend to be an amazingly moral man but keeping women as slaves was where I drew the line. I swiftly dialed a number and waited for the other end to pick up. "It's me," I said. I swiftly gave the other man the address Britney now remembered. "Got some freak there keeping women as slaves in costume modes. You know what to do."
"On the way," came the reply. Several controllers were on call for stuff just like this, ready to go and stop some hypnotists or rogue controllers from going over the line and taking women like that. It was not only wrong but missing people draws attention and that was something we didn't want at all. With my good deed done, I turned back to the naked Britney and told her to continue. "Tell me the time before that, Britney......"
BRITNEY:
It was at a meeting with some guys in the advertising department of my record label. They were starting preliminary stuff for the marketing of my new CD and they wanted to talk to me about design work and stuff, what I'd like to see. I was just wearing one of my casual but kind of flashy outfits, purple top and blue skirt, midriff bare. I kind of like the looks guys give me at it.
There was only one guy in the office, kind of young, mid-twenties with dark hair, good- looking, named Henry. We met and shook hands and he started to show me some designs of what they thought would be good album covers and posters and shit. They all looked good but one in particular caught my eye, me looking a disco ball thing.
I asked Henry about it and he agreed it would be a good thing to try out and told me he even had a model with him. He held it up, it was like a mini-disco ball attached to a chain. He held it up and started to let it spin in front of me. He told me to look at it carefully, just to keep looking right at it and I could see it was a very compelling image. He just let it spin around and around, around and around and I just kept staring right at it. It was really soothing to look at, the way it would just spin around and around and the mirrored surface would catch the lights and play them into my eyes and they'd just keep right on flashing into my eyes as I would fall deeper and deeper into a trance and pretty soon, I was hypnotized.
He just kept spinning it for a bit before my open eyes, making sure I was under and testing me. He started telling me how hot I was getting, warm hot, you know, and had me take off my clothes off to relieve the heat so I was naked. Then he had me kneel down while he took out his hard cock and made me suck it. It was good, really good and I've always liked sucking on cock so I just took him down my throat and licked his penis while he held me in by my hair.
He shot his wad down my throat and I licked and sucked it all away, then watched him sit on a chair and pull me to him. I straddled him and slid myself on his cock and started to work on him, moving back and forth on his rod, my legs on the arms of the chair. He moved in and held me by my ass as I worked on him, my tits bouncing in his face as he licked at them. I was kind of turned on by the cocksucking so I was ready to come. I just waited for him to come and then orgasmed for a great rush. He took me again and then had me redress, spinning the ball again and telling me to forget everything except if I saw it again I'd fall into a trance.
A phone ringing cut through her talk and I hurriedly answered. "Yeah?" "It's done," the voice on the other line said. "We've got the guy and are working on reprogramming the women. Big bunch, students, a couple of wives, some homeless or runaways, whoever caught his eye. Oh and Karen McDougal."
"You mean someone dressed like a Karen McDougal doll?" I frowned.
"No, I mean, it really was Playmate of Year, 1998, Karen McDougal," the voice answered. "Guy got her only a few days ago."
"Damn, we got lucky," I whistled. Apparantly, this asshole had never considered that grabbing such a high profile woman would attract attention. "How are you doing?"
"Working on false memories to explain things," the voice said. "We should be done by tonight."
"And the guy?"
"He's set for major punishment," the voice said. I didn't know what that meant exactly and to tell the truth, I didn't want to. They wouldn't kill the guy, I knew that. But there was always the possibility they'd do something worse and I really prefer to get some decent sleep. "Okay, glad I could help," I said. "Try to make sure they're okay?"
"We always do," the guy said, hanging up. I knew it would be tricky for them to create memories to explain what had happened to the women but these guys were pros, they knew the job. Putting away my phone, I turned to the hypnotized singer. "Britney, have you ever been hypnotized by a woman?"
"Yeah....Couple of times......"
"Okay, tell me about the last time that happened....."
BRITNEY: It was on a flight from New York to L.A. for talk show deals. It was a late flight and it had been a long day but I couldn't really get to sleep. I was up in first class, of course, and had it to myself, thanks to a light flight. I was just trying to cool off after a long day of publicity stuff and hoped I could get some sleep but nothing was clicking.
This flight attendant came up to me, her name was Karin, mid-twenties, short red hair, nice body in a tight uniform. She just came up to me and asked if I was okay and just seemed really nice. She just treated me like a normal passenger, which I liked a lot and it had been a while since I talked to a normal person so I asked her to sit down. I was the only one in the section so it seemed okay.
We got to talking and she seemed to be really smart, was just working as an attendant while going to school for psychology. We just talked and then she was looking at something out the window. I looked and all I could see was the stars and she told me that they were nice to look at during a flight, it was nice to look at the stars during a long, long flight.
So, I just sat and looked outside while Karin just kept telling me about how nice it was to just look at the stars and how relaxing it was just to stare out at those nice stars and listen to the hum of the engines, just look at the stars and listen to the engines, it was nice, it was really, really nice to just watch the stars and listen to the engines and her voice and I felt myself relaxing more and more, just relaxing more and more and before I knew it, my eyes were closed and I was hypnotized.
She kept relaxing me, making go deeper into a trance until she was sure I was under all the way. She told me to open my eyes and I did and she was naked, with a very body, pert breasts, round ass. She had me undress and sit back down and she knelt down and pushed her face between my legs and started to lick me out. She put my legs on her shoulders and paused to tell me to keep quiet so I wouldn't alert anyone and just went at me. I just sat there, unable to even moan as she just kept licking my cunt over and over again while she massaged my breasts. I helped her out, both of us rubbing and cupping my tits while she ate me out and all I could do was give a little whimper before I came onto her face.
She spent a few moments lying back and licking and fondling at my breasts before she sat on my face. I licked her out, my hands moving up and down her body, rubbing her ass and rubbed her breasts as I kept licking away at her. Karin kept rubbing her pussy in my face and I just licked away without ending until her juices shot into my mouth. She cleaned me up, redressed me and told me to go to sleep and let it all be just a dream......
I did a photo session and the photographer, Tad, had a gem next to his camera that he told me to focus on. It kept lighting up every time he'd take a picture and I just couldn't look away from it, I had to keep staring deeper and deeper at it. He didn't even say anything, I was hypnotized by the gem before I knew it.
So, he had me do a striptease and took photos of me naked, then took me on the ground and nailed my pussy and tit-fucked me before waking me up.......
I was doing "Saturday Night Live" and Tina Fey came up to me during rehearsal and was talking to me and she kept moving her head so the light reflected off her glasses and into my eyes and I soon felt soooo lose and relaxed and tired.
She took me into my dressing room and sat me down, took off my top and kneaded my tits while she had me finger myself. She kept rubbing while she moved down and started to lick me out......
(Damn, I thought. That comment Tina had made on "SNL" about feeling Britney's breasts and knowing they were real wasn't really a joke after all)
My limo broke down and the driver stopped at this little auto shop for repairs and directions. The attendant, Stu, had this gem and in seconds me and my driver were both hypnotized. He had me lean on the hood and took me up the ass, then had the driver take me in the back seat and nail me twice while I sucked Stu's cock.........
I surprised Christina at the Grammy awards and Madonna drove by in a limo and used this gem to put us both under. She took us in her limo and we spent a couple hours licking and sucking each other while we drove all over L.A.......
I was working with Melissa Joan Hart and she looked into my eyes and this lightning came out and I was her slave and she took me in the bathtub and we made love all under the hot water.....
I was at this resort I'd heard about and the hotel manager called my room and told me to put on a certain channel. I did and this spiral thing came on and between it and his voice, he'd put me under. Then he came out of this secret passage and fucked me in bed and had me rub his cock with my feet.........
I once met Jewel at a benefit concert and after the show, she invited me over to the trailer. She held up this blue crystal on a pendant and had me look at it. Soon, she was singing this "can't fight the jewel light," and I was under. We did it all night long, her sucking on my tits, me sucking her tits, us in a 69.......
"And this one time, I was at the Video Music Awards and this guy came to my dressing room with a message from Christina and he told me to look into his eyes and I just couldn't look away and I felt so sleepy, so sleepy and powerless-----"
That was as far as Britney got before I pressed my lips on hers, igniting the passion she'd been holding in. I just couldn't take it. Besides the ones above, she'd told me about nearly a dozen other hypnotic encounters, all of which were hot as hell (although that whacked out one with her being turned into one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and fighting real witches B*Witched, a vampire Kate Winslet, a vampire hunter Winona Ryder and a bunch of celebs with mind control powers while an ancient evil tried to take over a mind-controlled Earth sounded like something resulting from too much pizza and beer).
The point being, hearing those tales, with Britney rubbing at herself through it all, had just made me all the more desperate to have her again. My clothes were gone in seconds and I was pushing her to the bedroom, the two of us rolling around on it. I came on bottom, loving the ability to look up at those terrific breasts as she started to rock on my cock. I squeezed those gorgeous mounds as Britney's groans grew louder and louder. She clenched and unclenched herself around my cock as I drove myself into her harder and harder, her breasts rubbed red in my hands as we went at it. I'd heard so much from her on her orgasms the last few minutes, it was terrific to hear it for real as she cried out when my wad shot into her.
I moved her onto her back, my face going to her chest again, licking at the breasts as I felt her build back up. My mind was still reeling at just how popular Britney was for my little clique and I knew encounters like that would no doubt grow. Britney would no doubt be pleased at how hot a commodity she was. Too bad she'd never remember it. But I knew that, for at least a few hours, I had a woman who was living proof that, in the right hands, she could never be that innocent.
THE END
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