The Hollywood Hypnosneak

This is a work of complete fiction.  It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free

and make no money off of it.  No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you.  

No one over legal age should read this for the same reason.  All characters used in this story are a

parody of any real or fictional person.  I don’t know Jennifer Love Hewitt, Camren Bicondova, Emma

Watson or have anything to do with them.  Comments are always welcome and appreciated and you

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Story Code: M+/F, F/F, MC, anal

The Hollywood Hypnosneak Ch 05 Emma Watson

By Muhabba

     "Will you two be quiet," I hissed behind me.  I had brought Camren to Jennifer's home to introduce

them and Jennifer had immediately squealed with glee the moment she had seen Camren.  She couldn't

have looked more girlish if I had brought her home a puppy.  Apparently Jennifer had quite the girl-crush

on Camren since first seeing her while watching the show "Gotham".  Jennifer had grabbed the girl by

the arm and practically dragged her up the stairs to her bedroom while I followed and watched.  I sat at

the foot of the bed and watched Jennifer quickly strip the young girl and then practically devourer her, it

had been an amazing sight.  And when Camren had finally stripped Jennifer of her clothes the small

dancer had squealed in delight when she had first laid eyes on her breasts.

     Camren had attacked Jennifer's wonderful breasts with all the glee of a child on Christmas morning

playing with her new toys.  And Jennifer had enjoyed every moment of it.  The Gotham actress licked

and sucked every inch of the older actress's tits until they had been gleaming in the afternoon light.  And

then the smaller, younger actress had dived between Jennifer's thighs like it was an Olympic sport.  At

one point in time I had been afraid that Camren was going to suffocate herself between the older

woman's spread legs or that Jennifer was going to pass out in the throws of a seizure.  And I had sat

through it all wishing that I had taken those art classes offered in prison because somebody needed to

paint or sculpt these two naked orgasmic females.  I was still wearing clothes to try and help me from

joining them, I still had things to do.

     After the girls' first round I had let them rest for a bit before asking Jennifer to use her computer to

bring up my old list of contacts.  Camren had giggled at my ineptitude with electronics and kept taunting

me with everything that her phone could do.  I knew that the little buggers could take pics or videos but,

Jesus, now it was like having a whole computer in your pocket.  I remember when computers were first

being used commercially and required 4 full disks just to program them.  In the time it took Jennifer to

show me how to access my client list, Camren had taken a pic of me, added animation, turned it 3D, and

sent it to Jennifer's computer.  Little fucking show-off.

     Jennifer crawled back into bed with Camren and the two immediately began cuddling and cooing

sweetly as they ran their hands over their naked bodies.  And it was kind of distracting with me trying to

do actual work while having these two naked women stroking each other.  They were such opposites to

each other.  Jennifer wasn't exactly a basketball player but compared to Camren's short frame she was

practically a giant.  Jennifer had such a dramatic figure compared to Camren's slender dancer's frame

and their chests...  Good lord.  To see Camren's small tits pressed up against Jennifer's much larger

endowments… it was amazing I could think straight.  They were so happy in each other's arms that, as

far as they were concerned, I might as well not existed.

     My eyes kept turning towards the sight of Jennifer and Camren on the bed like gravity and I tried to

shake it out of my head to concentrate.  First I pulled up a list of my old contacts and put them into

categories: Those that might help me, Those that would rather see me dead, Those that might have

helped put me in jail in the first place, and those that would snitch me out for a shiny nickel.  Behind me

Jennifer and Camren giggled, drawing my attention but when I looked behind me at them laying on the

bed they immediately quieted and tried to look serious.  I turned back to the computer screen and they

started giggling again.

     I started with those that might have helped me.  Oddly enough, most of them were dead.  Actually, a

startling number of them were dead.  It was damn odd and it was something that I'd have to look into

before I got to much older.  Behind me Jennifer and Camren were murmuring sweetly to each other and

I tried to push them out of my mind.  For the remaining few names on the list three were in jail, two had

retired and moved over-seas, and four had just up and disappeared along with their assets.

     Out of morbid curiosity I looked up the contacts that would straight up murder me if they could and

actually, almost all of them were dead as well.  Of course they had been the more bold ones of our little,

loosely associated club.  I heard rustling behind me and turned around to see that Jennifer and Camren

had moved slightly with Camren now on Jennifer's opposite side.  They looked at me as sweetly and

innocently as possible but I didn't buy it.  I glared back at them before turning back to the computer and

they broke out into laughter.

     Normally when I put a woman, or man if I had to, under my control they did my bidding whether they

truly wanted to or not.  It was all a matter of perspective on their parts, I made them think that obeying

me was in their personal best interests.  Jennifer had been an exception.  She had a natural way of

seeing things all on her own that went along with my own desires so she had a certain leeway that

others did not.  Others under my sway would have immediately complied with my wishes but not

Jennifer, as far as she was concerned, anything she did was in my best interests.  And apparently

Camren was the same way.  Jennifer always did have good instincts.  Even with subliminal commands

forcing her to forget her former life with me she had still been drawn to Camren.  Amazing really if you

thought about it.  And somewhat annoying when you were trying to work.

     With a growing sense of dread I looked up the rest of the names on the list and, with no real surprise

at that point, most of them were dead or disappeared.  A few were in jail but most were long dead.  

Apparently my stint in jail may have saved my life.  I was so transfixed by the sight of so many obituaries

that I didn't hear a wooden drawer open and close behind me.

     So, with all my old contacts dead I began looking up all my off the books money.  ...and it was all gone.  

Even the crap I had bought with cash was gone.  Which was too bad because I had a really nice villa set

up in Southern Spain I was planning on retiring in.  So what with everybody I once worked around, with,

through, and under-the-nose-of,  gone or dead I began looking up any of their assets that might have

been left.  ...and it was all gone as well.  By now I was getting so despondent that I didn't even hear the

tinkle of metal on metal behind me.  So that left me nothing but to make new contacts but there was a

small problem.  Technically I didn't exist.

     Once I had perfected my talents the first thing I had done was erase my identity.  It was actually

rather simple.  I came from a small town so all my information was basically contained in a 40 mile

diameter.  This is also where I picked up my knack for breaking and entering.  So once I graduated from

college I spent two months erasing myself from life.  My old life is completely gone.  I had known from

an early age what I wanted to do with my life and had lived the dream.  There was a small twenty year

detour courtesy of the federal government but other than that everything had turned out exactly like I

had envisioned it.  And then I felt cold metal close around my wrists and a metallic click echo in my ears.

     I rolled my eyes as they two naked women spun me around in my chair.  “I’m too busy for this,” I told

them as they tried to pry my knees apart.  They giggled at me as Jennifer continued trying to part my

knees and Camren began trying to open my pants.

     Camren's wide spaced eyes looked up at me with a wild glint.  “But we want to play,” she mock

pouted.

     “Yeah, play with us,” Jennifer agreed.

     I sighed in frustration as they both continued assaulting me and my pants.  “Ladies, please.  As much

as I’d love to play with you both I have to come up with a means to make money, a identity that can

stand up to moderate security screenings, and a way to get myself back into the business world,” I told

them.  Mentally I was coming up with a list of things I would need and since I had no way of obtaining

anything in the list I was also making a list of things I would need to obtain the things on my list.  

Meanwhile Carmen was violently tugging down my pants and I lifted my ass enough to let her otherwise

she might rip them and I only have the three pairs.

     Finally surrendering I allowed Jennifer to force my knees apart so they she and Camden would crawl

in between them.  “Can’t you just continue pretending to be a talent agent?” Jennifer asked as she and

Camden squirmed in between my legs and the younger girl pulled my half hard prick out of my shorts,

“It worked on Camren.”

     “Not really,” Camren chirped as she playfully tugged on my cock, “We just used it as a business write

off.  No one trusts agents any more after that Harvey Weinstein thing.”

     “Harvey was one of my best clients.  What happened to him?” I asked the girls.

     My cock went slightly limp again at the news about Harvey, no matter how much enthusiasm Camren

was with her hand-job.  “Well shit,” I muttered, that's what happens to people that try to be me.

     Kneeling behind the small girl, Jennifer wrapped her arms around Camren, one hand playing with her

small tits while the other hand slipped between the dancer’s thighs.  “So you can't fake being an agent

again but what about a law practice?” she asked helpfully.

     Camren fished my balls out of my boxers and began licking at them while still tugging my soft dick.  

“And he can, like, handle his own parole violation,” she said sarcastically.

     I glared down at the young girl as she continued trying to get a ride out of my privates.  “I don't hear

any suggestions coming from you, little miss sarcastic,” I said.

     Releasing her hold on me, Camren sat up straighter while Jennifer continued fingering her.  “Wanna

recover from addiction?  Some guy is offering Swimming with Dolphins therapy.  Feeling out of control

in your life?  Some one is willing to wave pretty rocks over you and chant.  Wanna be more confident at

work?  Coffee enemas.  Trying to pick up women?  Drink this bottled water with a oak leaf in it,” she said

and I have to admit I wasn't quiet sure what she was getting at and when I didn't answer she rolled her

eyes at me and threw her arms in the air.  Kinda insolent for a hypnotized sex-slave.  “You don't need to

find a job, you just have to make one up,” she said to me in the same tone of voice one would use for a

small child.

     Jennifer's head popped up as if she’d just received a electric shock.  “She's right.  It’s obvious,” she

murmured.

     My cock immediately sprang back to ridged life.

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     Believe it or not I had legitimate credentials three days later.  Well, legal credentials at any rate.  Did

you know you could actually get a degree in Hypnotherapy?  It's on the internet.  Did you know you

could find out anything about anyone anywhere at any time?  It's on the internet.  So at the end of three

days I was John Smith, Feminist Hypnotherapist.  And as far as the internet was concerned I was the only

licensed Feminist Hypnotherapist.  Is the Patriarchy getting you down?  I can give you that boost to help

you shatter the glass ceiling.

     Of course my office was still a shit-hole so I tried to avoid using it when receiving a client.  Doctors

may not make house calls any more but I did.  Or in this case a hotel call.

     Fair being fair I couldn't take credit for the idea, it was all Camren.  Such a sneaky young girl.  And

with a great idea come a great reward and she had chosen a great reward.  One of her idols in fact.  

Emma Watson.

     I was meeting Emma in her hotel suite since she was staying in town for a conference on the #metoo

Movement.  The name had confused me since, as far as I knew, “#” was the “pound” sign on a

telephone so when I had asked Jennifer and Camren how “Poundmetoo” could be a women's

movement they had laughed themselves to tears.  I had a lot of catching up to do.  Emma's suite was

actually very simply done and modestly decorated and when I met her I could tell why she had chosen it.  

The former child star was extremely down to Earth and modest herself.

     I was let into her suite by hotel security and Emma got up from the couch she was sitting on and

greeted me as security closed the door behind me.  We had thirty minutes for an “interview” before she

had to leave for another interview for a “Podcast”.  Whatever the hell that was.  She was an extremely

graceful young woman who just seemed to radiate warmth and charm.  She was dressed in a business

like blouse and vest with matching slacks and sensible pumps.  Her chestnut colored haired was styled

away from her beautiful face and dropped down to just below her shoulders.  Her eyes twinkled and her

smile was disarming.  I immediately wanted to fuck her.

     Emma was a gracious host and offered me a drink while we talked and I set up my equipment.  She

asked me what I was doing and what equipment I was using which I had planned a response for.  Or

rather Camren had planned a response for.  “It's retro-chic,” I told her as I set up my camera and voice

recorder.  Camren hadn't recognized the equipment either.  The camera was set to flash at certain times

and at certain frequencies while the back ground static of the tape recorder would subliminally insert

commands for Emma.  Listen, back in the day these gadgets were cutting-edge and I hadn't had a chance

or the money to upgrade them yet.  Anyway, after the camera and recorder had done their work I would

call Emma back in the evening to thank her for the interview and give her my actual control commands

then.  And then, when she had a hole in her schedule, it would be time for Camren’s fantasy.

     “What is a ‘Feminist Hypnotist?” she asked and even her British accent sounded graceful.  Using

Jennifer, and even some of Camren’s, contacts I had managed to get a meeting with a booking agent

that could get me face time with one of Emma's assistant.  Using my skills I made them both believe I

was the next up and coming victory leader for women's rights in Hollywood.  Don’t get me wrong, I fully

endorsed #metoo now that I knew what it was but I also wanted to get laid and I wasn't nearly as bad as

some of those men who took advantage of their positions to take advantage of women.  I always took

care of the needs of the women I chose to have sex with.

     “The minds of male and females are biochemically similar but are still different,” I began as I took my

seat next to Emma on the couch, “So with that in mind I specialize in the female mind which I think is

much more interesting than the minds of males.”

     Emma giggled at my little jab, “And that is what this interview is for?”

     I smiled back at her.  She truly had a lovely smile.  “My research paper is purely for the science of it,” I

told her as my eyes took her in and my camera and recorder did their work, “My business is in helping

women achieve their goals after years of suffering under the Patriarchy of man’s world.”

     She giggled again which was good since it felt like I was laying it on a bit thick.  She truly did have a

charming laugh and my eyes kept being drawn to her lips as she talked.  Even sitting she was graceful,

her hands moving to punctuate her words, her back perfectly arched as she sat.  I was genuinely

entranced by her and spread my legs a bit to give myself room as my prick began to swell.

     As Emma and I continued talking about women's issues I began tapping out a beat with my finger on

the back of the couch.  I didn't even realize it at first.  It was a complimentary beat to the occasional

flashes of the camera and the static whine coming from the tape recorder.  And she was responding to it.  

Whenever she made a joke and made me laugh, her hand would lightly touch mine and when I made a

joke that made her laugh she would lightly touch my leg.  I turned the conversation to women's wants

and needs, nothing sexual, and she followed my prompts and found herself scooting towards me.

     We continued on the Women On Top trope with her hand nearly touching mine, her thumb lightly

caressing the top of my hand as I continued to tap.  Her other hand was placed on my leg just above my

knee as she continued moving slowly towards me and I sat with my arms wide open and my legs apart, a

posture of welcoming.

     “…and it can get really lonely sometimes, you know?” she finished and I quickly agreed, encouraging

her to continue, “Plus, being in the public eye with everybody judging you can be… I mean… it makes

you feel like…”

     “You're under a microscope,” I finished for her.

     “Oh, you understand perfectly!” Emma said with relief in her voice.

     “And even though you are surrounded by people you can still feel completely isolated in a crowd,” I

offered.

     “You are so right,” she agreed, still sliding towards me.

     “Not to mention how inhibited it can make you feel,” I continued as her hand slid slowly up my thigh.

     “You have no idea,” she said as she slipped next to me, hip to hip.

     “You can feel trapped,” I said with my arm behind her on the back of the couch and her arm behind

me, “Constrained when all you want to do is break out and do something completely for yourself.”

     She chewed her bottom lip as she thought over my words before nodding her head yes.  She lifted

her head up and peered deep into my eyes.  “I hope you don't think me too forward…” she began

hesitantly.

     I leaned in closer.  “You are in a safe place, Emma,” I assured her.

     Emma sighed in relief before a appreciative smile spread across her beautiful face.  “You don't know

how glad I am to hear that,” she said, my finger never stopping it's tapping behind her.  Suddenly she

pushed forward, her lips against mine, kissing me aggressively as her hand slid up my inner thigh,

squeezing my half hard cock through my pants.  Her other arm slid around my neck, holding me to her

as her tongue explored my mouth and her hand kneaded my prick.

     I held the young British woman to me, kissing her back, one arm around her neck, my free hand

resting on her arm.  I didn't want to move to far forward in my advances, this was all about her wanting

to break out from her prim and proper roll in life and who was I to interrupt her.  Like I said, I take care

of the needs of the women I choose.

     Pulling back from the kiss, Emma looked into my eyes again and smiled, almost apologetically.  “I

can't believe I’m doing this,” she said with her hand still massaging my meat.

     “You should do whatever you’re comfortable doing,” I encouraged her, “You’ve earned it.”

     The beautiful actress thought my words over for a minute.  “You know what?  I have earned this,” she

agreed.  She released her hold on my neck and bent down, both of her hands working to unfasten my

belt and pants.  I lifted my ass up to let her pull my pants and underwear down to my thighs, releasing

my straining cock.

     “Mmm… Nice,” I heard her tell herself before her small hands went to work.  One of her hands lifted

my balls up in her palm while her thumb and forefinger circled the base of my cock, her other hand then

wrapping around her fingers and my meat.  She began jerking me off, her hand tugging up on my balls

with every stroke.  She gave a really great and enthusiastic hand-job as she tugged me, the fingers of her

other hand squeezing and massaging my length.  Camren had given me some background on Emma

Watson and had told me that her first experience fooling around with a boy was on the set of Harry

Potter and while I had no idea who Daniel Radcliff was he was definitely a lucky guy.

     Emma playfully licked the head of my prick and I heard her smack her lips and moan.  It wasn't for my

benefit, it was strictly for her and I honestly hoped she enjoyed every inch of it.  After all, she was a

simple human being that would sometimes find herself feeling trapped in stardom and I earnestly

thought she deserved the release.  To throw chance to the wind.  To spend the next few minutes

releasing her inhibitions.  And since I was now a licensed therapist it was my duty to help her in those

times in her life that she was feeling trapped.

     She moaned out as she licked down the side of my shaft to my cupped balls, her dexterous fingers

juggling the firm orbs as she licked my sack and then traced back up my length.  I groaned out as her

warm, moist, pink tongue circled my head again before drawing me into her mouth.  She knew she was

on a time table before having to leave for her next meeting which meant that this could only be a quick

one-&-done for the sheer hell of it and she quickly swallowed half my dick.

     I made sure to keep moaning and groaning above Emma as her tongue wiggled around my length in

her mouth.  I’m not the most vocal partner during sex but I wanted the sexy star to know how good of a

job she was doing with her surprise blow-job, taking no chances that she might start to regret throwing

caution to the wind and following her instincts.  She began slowly bobbing up and down, sucking fiercely

on my pole as her tongue continued to massage the length of me and her hand pumped my prick.  Her

lips would meet her fist and she would moan out around me before pulling back up, using her tongue to

circle my cock-head and then plunging back down again.  I used my free hand to hold her silky hair out

of her face while she worked on me and I continued tapping with my finger as she sucked harder and

harder.

     Her head began bobbing up and down faster, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked me harder, her

moans getting louder and I felt my balls, clasped in her hand, start to boil with the need to cum.  I held it

off as long as I could wanting to enjoy the feel of Emma's lips stretched around my girth but she and I

both had schedules to keep.  “I… I… I’m all… almost there…” I gasped out, feigning uncontrollable need

which was really what she wanted.  A quick re-enforcement of how sexy and desirable she was rather

than the nearly prudish nature she had to be while in the public eye.

     Emma kept a firm hold on my balls as she buried her nose in my pubic hair which was not a mean feat.  

I’m not saying that I’m hung like a porn star or anything but usually a woman has to work herself up to

swallowing me whole but the young English woman took me easily.  Her tongue continued to work

against my shaft as he swallowed around the length of me in her throat while still massaging my bloated

balls.  It was too much for me to hold myself back and I exploded in her mouth.  She swallowed around

my cock, drinking down my thick load as I groaned out above her and she milked my balls with her hand.  

She held me there until she had drained me dry and I began to soften in her mouth.

     As I finished emptying my balls into Emma's mouth I lost count of my tapping finger and Emma began

to come back to herself.  She sat up with a dazed, confused look in her mind and I realized I’s lost my

hold on her.  The camera and recorder were only planting commands that wouldn't take hold for a while

yet so I needed to reinforce what had just happened as something that seemed perfectly natural to her

before she realized something was wrong.  “Wow!  You really have been having to remain inhibited,” I

said to her.

     “I guess… I guess so,” she kind of agreed with me.

     “It really must be a hard way to live,” I said as I began tucking myself back into my pants.

     “Ye… yeah, it really is,” she said, more in agreement with me and I saw her eyes begin to clear.

     “I can’t imagine what that's like,” I said solemnly and patted her shoulder reassuringly, “It was very

brave of you to open up like that.”

     Emma blushed and then his her face as a giggle passed her well used lips, “I can’t believe I did that.”

     “You can’t believe it?” I laughed, “You did it to me and I still can’t believe it.”

     She laughed out loud and then held her blushing face in her hands.  “I’m soooo embarrassed,” she

said bashfully.

     I joined her in laughing at the awkward situation.  Well, “awkward” if I hadn't done it purposefully.  I

hugged her affectionately as I continued laughing with her.  “We’re both adults with needs who rarely

get to indulge in our desires in public,” I said, “It could have happened to anyone.”  How a random blow-

job by a movie star could happen to “anyone” I have no idea but it was what Emma needed to hear right

now and relief flooded through me when she bought it.

     Emma fixed her make-up while I cleaned up my equipment.  Once the equipment was put away the

lovely actress forgot that it was even there or even had been.  It was part of the basic commands they

camera and recorder slipped into her mind.  As we got ready to leave we were much more casual with

each other and I found myself realizing how great a quick blow-job was at breaking the ice.  I promised

her to send her a copy of the paper before I published it and then we embraced warmly.  She saw me

out past the guards and closed the door behind us as we headed towards the elevators and headed

downstairs.  We hugged one more time before parting, her to her interview and me to Jennifer throwing

a cheap lamp at me.

-----

     “You stupid bastard!” Jennifer screamed as she threw a cheap lamp at me.  To be fair, everything in

my office was cheap.

     “I don't see what the problem is,” I told her.  Her eyes were flashing with anger as she looked around

the office for something else to throw at me.  Behind her at my desk Camren was watching internet

porn and completely ignoring us.  I had of course placed subliminal programs in all of my subjects and I

could literally calm Jennifer down with a few words and a snap of my fingers but I trusted her opinion

and right now her opinion was that I had messed something up.  Plus, she was beautiful when she was

angry.

     “What you did was completely reckless,” she said as she glared at me.

     “How was a small blow-job ‘reckless’?” I asked.  After all, taking advantage of beautiful women was

pretty much all I did.

     Jennifer threw her arms up in frustration.  “Because you weren't prepared,” she said, her tone very

much like a parent chiding their child, “Any one of a dozen of things could have gone wrong.  Things you

weren't prepared for.  It was this kind of reckless behavior that got you thrown in prison in the first

place.”

     I was about to say something in my own defense but I couldn't.  Anything could have happened.  

Someone could have walked in.  Her phone could have rung and broken the spell.  She could have been

a lesbian and unable to rationalize to herself why she would have blown a strange man.  She could have

been celibate and unable to rationalize why she would have blown anybody.  “You may have a point,” I

conceded.  I don't really think it's possible for me to actually ever admit I might make a mistake.

     “She does,” Camren offered, her eyes never breaking from the computer screen.

     Jennifer seemed to calm down and I stroked her arms to console her.  “I’ll implant some more

commands in her after Camren's scenario.  Okay?”

     Jennifer took a calming breathe, her wonderful chest rising and falling, and nodded her head.  She

knew this was the closet I’d ever get to admitting that I was wrong.  But in my defense, Emma had a

wonderful mouth and tongue.

     With the argument over, Camren looked up from the computer screen.  “Is everything ready?,” she

asked hopefully.  I looked at the computer for the first time and saw that she wasn't watching porn, she

was watching the Harry Potter movies and rubbing herself through her jeans.

     “Just about,” I told her, “I just need to find a street gang.”

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     I’d been involved in a few different scenarios back in the day, usually paying somebody off for

services rendered by letting them fuck the celebrity of their choice.  Originally even for straight up

money.  Some of those scenarios had even been pretty complex.  Whoever my mark was would write

me out their fantasy and I’d figure a way to implant it in the celebrity of their choice and it was usually a

couple of pages of notes.  Camren gave me a novella.

     Finding a small gang hadn't been a problem.  It was pretty easy to find some men that wanted to fuck

Emma Watson but what had been difficult had been trying to hang Camren's fantasy in Emma's

subconscious.  Emma was a busy young woman and it had taken several short phone calls over a few

days to dig out a fantasy of her own to hang Camren's fantasy on.  It wasn't easy.  Emma was a very self-

aware young woman.

     Hanging the cameras in the alley behind my office had been difficult and when Camren had seen the

type of analog cameras I was using she laughed at me again.  I’m really going to have to program some

more respect into that girl.

     After a quick trip to a electronics store with Camren I was set.  I won't even tell you what she said

when I had asked her if there had been a Radio Shack nearby.  So, nowadays, cameras are about the size

of a marble and require no wires, just Bluetooth.  What I had suspected would have taken me hours to

set up behind my office had taken Camren ten minutes.  With an afternoon to kill I had fucked her little

ass until she had been screaming to cum but I wouldn't let her until her scenario with Emma.  That'll

teach her some respect maybe.

     The complex fantasy meant that I had to be on the scene just in case something went wrong but I

promised Camren that I wouldn't interfere or participate.  This was all about her and would cement our

relationship.  I did something similar with Jennifer by giving her Sarah Michelle Gellar and decades later

she was still mine.

     The night was dark but not too cold as Emma walked from the sidewalk into the mouth of the alley

behind my office building.  As far as she was concerned she was walking home after several business

meeting and was taking a quick shortcut.  After she had walked about ten feet, three men and one

young lady walked in behind her.  At the other end of the alley three more men, as well as me, appeared

blocking any exit.  The first group began following Emma.

     Emma could hear murmuring voices and strange giggles behind her so she increased her pace.  She

kept her head down so she didn't see the other group until she was almost on us.  She quickly turned

around causing her overcoat to flare out revealing her simple business outfit.  She wore dark, tight slacks

with a matching vest over a frilled blouse.  Her eyes widened when she realized that she was blocked off

from either exit of the alley.

     The scared British actress spun around again to look at my group.  Her eyes were becoming frantic

and her breathing ragged as she realized how vulnerable she was at the moment.  She darted to the side

and tried the door to my building, jiggling the knob and finding it locked.  The door wasn't actually

locked due to California fire regulations but what was important was that I had made her believe that

any door for the next hour was locked.  She ran to the other side of the alley and tried that door but

believed it locked as well.  We had her trapped.

     Emma twirled around again and found that both groups had closed in on her.  There was nowhere

she could go.

     Camren stepped forward dressed similar to her character on Gotham.  She wore a pair of combat

boots and tight, black pants outlining her dancer’s ass perfectly.  Her black leather jacket was open

showing her sports bra that left her muscled stomach gleaming in the gloomy alley.  When I had set up

the cameras I had also handled the lighting making sure that the alley was dark enough for the scene but

bright enough for the cameras to catch everything.  Also, the mattress from my couch was right where

we were standing.  If you're planning on gang-banging Emma Watson you want to be comfortable.

     “Well, if it isn't Hermione fuckin’ Granger,” Camren sneered.

     “Help me,” Emma pleaded to the young girl.

     “Oh, I’m gonna help you alright,” she sneered, “I’m gonna help you right outta those clothes.  Boys.”  

Well, for a teenage girl she wasn't much of a writer but her “boys” did what they were supposed to do

and they grabbed Emma by her arms while Camren stood back and watched.  Emma struggled of course

but not as much as she could have as our street-gang yanked her coat off and she squealed in fright.

     With the British actress firmly caught, the young American actress sauntered over to her.  “I can’t tell

you how long I’ve been waiting to do this,” Camren said as she traced a finger down Emma’s chest to the

tops of her pants.  She slipped a finger inside of the struggling young woman's pants before sliding her

digit back up again to the bottom of the vest.  With deft fingers she undid the fashionable outer wear

one slow button at a time and then slowly pulled it open.  “I like the vest.  Maybe I’ll keep it as a

trophy,” she snickered, frightening Emma and causing her to scream out and struggle some more.

     Camren slid her hands over Emma's chest above her breasts and then opened the first button of her

blouse.  She locked gleaming, wicked eyes with the other actress as she began to unbuttoning her top

even slower than she had the vest.  The younger actress was getting off on the fake fear that Emma was

feeling.  Camren was really going to a dark place with this fantasy.  I was so proud of her.  Like a parent

almost.  Well, a parent that roughly fucks their teenage daughter's ass on occasion but a parent none

the less.

     As more of her lovely torso was exposed, Emma shivered in fear and cold as the wind licked her skin.  

She was wearing a decorative but functional black bra that caused her skin to gleam in contrast.  With

the last button above the pants undone, Camren held open the other actress’s top to reveal her tasty

bra.

     “Oh, that's absolutely lovely,” Camren said with a coo before cupping the sides of Emma's breasts and

leaning forward.  The younger actress began licking and nibbling on the older actress’s exposed skin

making the British young woman cry out in despair and begin to struggle again.  When she had covered

every bit of exposed breasts with her lips and tongue, Camren stepped back and smacked her lips in

satisfaction.  “Yummy.”

     “Please let me go,” Emma sobbed, “I won't tell anyone.”

     Camren pretended to not even hear her as she said, “Everybody gets a taste, boys.”  All the men

except for me fell on the trapped Emma, shredding her top and bra.  Her breasts were creamy pale with

already hard nipples and were quickly obscured by the gang’s hands and mouths.  She writhed and cried

as their hands groped and molesting her, her breath coming in ragged sobs as she was held helpless.  

And Camren watched it all with greedy, hungry eyes.

     The young, American actress slid her hands up her own torso and gripped her small breasts,

squeezing them firmly as she groaned out in lust.  She licked her lips as she watched Emma being yanked

back and forth between the men and being completely used.  Camren was getting off on the spectacle

of it.  Such a good girl.

     A rape fantasy is easily the most prolific subconscious desire and the one least often explored.  Have

your partner pretend to rape you and it's still just rough, consensual sex.  But I allowed women to truly

experience it.  They were just as safe with me as their partners but with me they got to live out the

fantasy as if it was real.  And I was already hard as a rock watching it happen.

     Emma was panting and moaning underneath the barrage of men.  Anybody would be.  And she was

even responding to it sexually due to simple biology.  But thanks to me, the slightly repressed young

actress was slowly starting to get into it.  Her head was thrown back as she groaned, her lips parted as

she panted, and her chest heaved, either from gasping for breath or from pressing her breasts more

firmly against her attackers she didn't know.  Her subconscious desires were battling her conscious mind

for control and thanks to me her conscious mind was losing.

     “I think that's enough for now, you greedy, greedy boys,” Camren chuckled and the gang immediately

pulled away from Emma but continued holding her arms trapped straight out from her sides and a third

one behind her gripping her shoulders.  For the next hour the gang would follow Camren’s orders like

they were the words of God.  Every one of them gleefully giving up their free will for the chance to fuck

Emma Watson.  Of course I had neglected to tell them I’d be wiping their short term memories but

that's Hollywood.

     Camren stepped forward and placed her hands on Emma’s waist causing the British actress to

struggle more.  The horny teen ran her hands slowly up the other woman's sides to her chest and

cupped her small breasts.  She ran her thumbs across Emma's hard nipples causing the older actress to

shiver before running her hands back down her sides and back to her waist.  Emma whimpered fearfully.

     Next Camren ran her hands across Emma's soft stomach to the front of her slacks before using deft

fingers to pop the button.  She slid one hand down the front of the other actress’s body until she was

wrist deep in her pants and the young British woman shivered again and bit her lower lip.  I could see

the front of Emma's pants bulge rhythmically as Camren toyed with her pussy.  The former Harry Potter

star moved her hips to and fro, unsure if she wanted to move away or towards the young girl’s hand.

     I could tell when Camren slid a finger into Emma's pussy by the groan the other actress made.  The

British actress’s eyes fluttered as the American actress began sawing her finger in and out of her body.  

Camren kept a wicked smirk on her lips as her gang chuckled and watched her lean forward.  The

smirking actress took a hard nipple between her lips and sucked it into her mouth making Emma gasp

out.  The older actress had stopped struggling and her hips were rocking up and down, humping

Camren’s talented hand.

     The young, captured British woman couldn't stop herself from chanting “Oh, oh, oh…” with every

thrust of Camren’s finger into her heated cunt.  She matched the younger star’s thrust by rolling her hips

up to meet her hand, gasping out in pleasure at what was being forced on her.  Her small breasts

swayed slightly as she rocked her body, her eyes half closed, her head thrown back and her lustrous hair

cascading down her bare back.

     And then Camren quickly slid her hands out of Emma's pants.  The confused, horny Englishwoman’s

eyes went wide at the sudden lose of the instrument of her forced pleasure.  I could see her battling

behind her eyes over whether to be disappointed at the lose of Camren’s finger or fear at what was

happening to her.

     Like she didn't have a care in the world, Camren strutted behind Emma, shoving her thug out of her

way.  She slid her hands down the other woman's bare back as she knelt down behind her.  Grabbing the

English actress’s pants and panties, she roughly yanked them down to her ankles and gasped out,

“Sweet Jesus,” when she saw her ass.  With Camren transfixed I took the opportunity to stroll around

back and see the sights for myself.  “Sweet Jesus,” I agreed.

     Emma's ass was nearly a perfect inverted valentine.  And I’ll be damned if it didn't gleam in the

moody darkness and I found my hand slowly reaching out to caress it when Camren broke me out of my

trance with a short “Ahem”.  She stared at me with a look that said she had just caught me with my

hand in the cookie jar.  I shrugged my shoulders as I presented the British rear-end to her and stepped

away.

     Camren squirmed around behind Emma on her knees to get comfortable in front of her ass.  She ran

her hands over the smooth, firm skin and caused the young English actress to shiver and start sobbing.  

“Pl… please, no,” Emma cried as she struggled fitfully.  The younger actress leaned forward and licked up

one taunt ass-cheek and then the other before smacking her lips.  She looked up at her gang with a self

satisfied smirk on her lips and said, “Go ahead, boys, I got this end covered.”

     “Noooo- o- o-…” Emma cried out as the gang attacked her chest again and Camren forcefully rammed

her head between her cheeks.  Several pairs of hands began crawling over the front of the young British

woman’s body as the younger girl’s tongue began attacking her asshole and pussy.  Emma struggled

weakly against her captors but I could tell by the blush covering her mostly nude body that biology was

winning.  Her pants and moans switched back and forth from fear to lust and her body rocked away and

towards the hands and tongue assaulting her.  And meanwhile I had a hard-on that could knock down a

door as I watched.

     Emma threw her had back as her body was forcefully molested, panting and grunting in unwanted

pleasure.  With no conscious thought she rolled her ass back towards Camren’s face buried between her

cheeks and then rocked herself forward to give the men more access to her lust filled body.  Her cries

grew louder and louder as she quickly climbed towards orgasm, humping herself against the other

actress’s delving tongue.  Even over Emma's cries of desire I could hear Camren’s mouth and tongue

working sloppily in her tiny, puckered hole and wet, pink pussy.

     The beautiful British star’s body was shivering in pleasure and I could tell she was about to cum but

Camren wasn't ready for that yet.  The smaller girl and her gang forcibly pleasured Emma until she was

on the verge of climax and just as the captive young woman was about to pop, Camren released her

hold, pulling her tongue out of the older woman's body and snapping her fingers.  Camren's gang

immediately stopped their assault as the teenager got to her feet and walked around to the front of

Emma.

     The look on Emma's face was pure confusion.  Confused that she had nearly cum after being captured

and more confusion that she wanted them to finish.  Camren smirked at her wickedly.  “Strip her, boys,”

the shorter girl said and immediately her minions yanked what was left of Emma's clothes off leaving

her completely naked.  With a snap of her fingers, Camren pointed to the ground and the men forced

the other woman to her knees.  “She looks hungry, boys.  Feed her,” the shorter actress ordered.

     In a flash Emma's face was surrounded by half a dozen hard, throbbing cocks.  Her eyes shot wide

open as the first plunged it's way into her gapping mouth and began fucking her bewildered face.  

Another cock began rubbing itself across her face as two men on either side of her lifted her hands up

and wrapped her fingers around their shafts.  “Switch,” Camren ordered and immediately the pricks

began shuffling around fighting and shoving to gain access to her mouth.

     Camren ordered the men to switch around again as she pawed one of her own small tits with one

hand and groped the juncture of her slender thighs with the other.  The younger actress began ordering

the men around like a director until she got everybody where she wanted them.  The smaller girl got

behind Emma and keeled down behind her as she pulled her sports bra up to reveal her petite tits

before pressing herself against the graceful back of her captive.  Camren began roughly nuzzling Emma's

neck as she rubbed her chest against the older woman's back and slid a hand down between her legs.  

The young British woman spread her legs to let the younger girl in as they both moaned in lust.

     With her fingers busy on and in Emma's body, Camren kept directing her men around.  Drool covered

the other woman's lower face and dribbled down onto her chest as she was face-fucked over and over

again.  The British actress moaned around the plunging shafts in her mouth and panted around them as

one would exit and be quickly replaced by another.  Emma's hands were a blur as she stroked cock after

cock and her face was covered with a sheen of saliva as one prick after another rubbed itself against her.  

The older actress sucked hungrily, the slurping sounds echoing through the alley as Camren molested

her body.

     Emma's eyes began to flutter as the volume of her lustful pants grew louder and I knew she was back

in the verge of orgasm again and I was just about to warn Camren but my young protégé was already

pulling her self away from her victim and with a snap of her fingers so did her men.  Emma was left on

her knees completely oblivious, her chest heaving as she looked around blankly.  “On the mattress,”

Camren ordered as she stood up and began stripping herself of everything except for her boots which I

found a hot little sight.

     One of the men shoved Emma into her back-side, her legs akimbo and her thighs spread wide, wet,

and gleaming in the light.  We all just stood there and stared at her as she looked around, fear in her

wide eyes.  “Don’t…” she began but Camren interrupted her with another snap of her fingers.

     The gang member that had pushed Emma down jumped on top of her and she cried out as she

struggled weakly against him.  She cried out again with tears in her eyes as his stiff member penetrated

her vulnerable pussy, spearing the young actress.  He began pumping furiously inside of her, their bodies

making wet slapping sounds as he thrust in and out of her.  Her small breasts jiggled on her chest as she

was violated and her legs stuck out of the sides of their writhing bodies.

     Emma's grunts and moans of despair quickly turned to pants and groans of lust as she began working

herself against the thug.  I could see her raise her hips up to meet his thrusts as she wrapped her arms

around his neck and her legs around his thighs.  She climbed quickly and came suddenly, violently, her

entire body shuddering with the force of her pent up orgasm.  And rather than let the British actress

have enough time to thoroughly enjoy her orgasm, Camren began directing her men around again.

     Suddenly a cock appeared next to Emma's beautiful face and plunged into her gasping mouth.  While

she was forced to suck a new prick, the thug between her legs exited and was quickly replaced.  Her

hands were yanked up and used to masturbate two more pricks while the cock in her mouth was pulled

out and replaced by another.  I doubted she even had time enough to grab a breath.  She was fucked by

one man after another until she came again, screaming in pleasure around the dick in her mouth while

her cunt gripped the cock thrusting inside of her.

     Camren had Emma flipped into her hands and knees, a cock pounding her from both ends and her

slender body roughly rocked back and forth.  With a nearly evil grin my assistant began probing the

older woman's tiny little asshole with her fingers as the British actress was fucked.  I had already called

dibs on Emma's ass but I had allowed Camren to play with it.  The younger actress moved her men back

and forth to her heart’s content over and over again.  Two men fucked Emma's mouth at the same time

while one cock took a single deep stroke into her pussy, pulled out, was replaced by another cock that

got one deep stroke before pulling out and having the first cock replace it.  When she came again her

entire body shuddered like she was having a seizure, her orgasm even stronger than the last one.  Just

like I had programmed.

     Moving her gang around, Camren had one lay on his back with the physically exhausted Emma on top

of him.  He held her up by her slender hips as he thrust himself up inside of her with the blurring speed

of a machine gun while one man after another fucked her slack mouth.  Camren was leaning against a

dirty wall, completely naked except for her boots, furiously masturbating as she watched her idol get

fucked.  She was squeezing one small tit with one hand while her other hand was a blur between her

dancer’s thighs.  Her eyes were glazed as she stared in undisguised lust at Emma taking dick after dick

inside of her.

     Suddenly Emma squealed out as another, even more power orgasm overtook her.  Her entire body

convulsed and she fell to the ground shaking and shivering as her juices gushed out of her.  “Give the

woman a shower, boys,” Camren ordered triggering the gang’s next command.  The men all gathered

around Emma, standing above her and stroking their gleaming pricks until they all came at once.  

Camren herself groaned out with her men as load after load of thick, creamy cum rained down on

Emma's twitching body, covering her from head to toe.

     When the last prick had been drained, Camren sauntered over and laid on top of Emma's sticky body,

kissing her deeply.  The smaller actress began licking down the other woman's body, lapping at the

spilled cum.  She licked over the British star’s small breasts and hard nipples and then down her flat

stomach before getting comfortable between Emma's spread legs.

     Camren threw Emma's trembling thighs over her shoulders and buried her face in the juncture of the

older woman's legs.  The young British woman cried out in forced pleasure as the younger girl licked at

her pussy, Camren shoved her tongue deep inside of her and licked up every drop of cream that she

could like the cat that her character was named for.

     When she had drank her fill, Camren crawled back up Emma's slack body and rolled them both over

until the British actress was on top of her.  “Fuck me,” Camren ordered, “Use that lovely pink tongue

and make me cum.”

     Obediently Emma slid down Camren’s sticky body until her face was buried between the younger

girl’s widely spread dancer’s thighs.  The American actress happily cried out when the older actress’s

tongue dipped between her gooey pussy lips.  Outside of porn directed towards men it’s very difficult to

see what happens between two women going down on each other but Emma must have been doing a

good job judging by the sounds that Camren was making.  The Gotham star’s cries of pleasure were

echoing throughout the alley and I ordered two of the men to get dressed and stand guard at each

entrance just to make sure the sounds of Camren's cries of pleasure didn't bring any unwanted attention.

     I moved around trying to get a better look at what was happening between Camren's thick thighs but

all I could see was Emma's lips sealed around the younger girl’s heated cunt.  The American actress was

writhing below the other woman's mouth, her back arched as the older actress slid her hands up and

toyed with the girl’s smaller breasts.  Camren had her legs locked around Emma's head and it took all of

my willpower not to just yank my cock out and fuck something.  This was, after all, Camren’s special

time.

     My prick ached as I watched Camren enjoy Emma's oral talents.  The smaller actress wound her

fingers through the English actress’s long hair and gleefully humped her face.  I recognized the look on

the younger girl’s face and knew what was about to happen as Emma furiously worked her cunt with her

mouth and tongue.  With a shriek of joy Camren came nearly as hard as the older actress had done.  The

shorter girl grinded her pussy against Emma's face, dragging her orgasm out for as long as possible

before slumping down onto the dirty ally floor.  She released her hold on the English performer and they

both laid limply struggling to get their breathe back.  And I was lucky enough to have watched and

recorded it all.

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     Blissed out, Camren strolled up to my office still completely naked.  I sent two of the men with her to

take her home while I used the others to wipe Emma down and get her redressed somewhat.  One of

them drove my third-hand sedan to us and we loaded her up and I took her back to her suite.

     Emma followed me up to her suite like a sedate puppy and then inside.  “Strip,” I told her and she

automatically removed all her clothes, such as they were, and stood unabashedly naked at the foot of

her bed.  I pulled her covers down and ordered her in and she immediately crawled in and laid down on

her belly.  “Relax,” I told her followed by, “Sleep.”

     Immediately Emma fell asleep and began snoring softly as I pulled a bottle of lube out of my pocket

and stripped my pants down, my erection throbbing with desire.  Until she brushed her teeth and took a

shower I wanted nothing to do with her body except for her sweet, untouched ass.

     I straddled the actress’s taunt ass and haphazardly spilled lube over it an my prick, too needy to take

my time.  Still dressed from the waist up I pressed the tip of my cock between her plump cheeks until I

was probing the tight opening of her rear-end.

     I didn't take the time to appreciate Emma's beauty or her graceful back or the fine up-swell of her ass.  

This was about need and I needed to be in her ass.  The lube and my hypnotic command to relax let me

slip the tip of my cock past the tight ring of muscle with a lewd pop and then the real work began.

     With my cock-head inside of her I pulled out slightly and then pushed in slightly farther, grunting with

the effort.  Then I pulled out slightly farther before pushing in farther still, over and over again.  Her tight

walls spread slowly around me to grip my shaft while I grunted and moaned above her and below me

she snored lightly, not even aware I was there fucking her ass.

     When I had finally buried myself completely I held myself still for a moment just to appreciate the

feel of Emma's violated ass clenching my dick.  But only for a moment before the need to fuck and cum

took me over.  I stared slowly, fucking her taunt ass and then immediately picked up speed until I was

slamming into her after only a few strokes.

     My balls slapped wetly against her sticky pussy-lips and my hips against her firm cheeks causing her

flesh to ripple slightly.  I fucked her hard and deep, plowing away inside of her without cause or concern

for her, my only care was for my own orgasm.

     I felt my balls boiling with the need to cum and I didn't even try to stop it.  I held myself still, balls

deep, as I erupted and filled her tight little ass with my thick load.  My cum seeped around the seal out

bodies created as I filled her with the last of my load and groaned out in spent lust.

     I pulled myself out of Emma's used body with a slurping sound and then covered up her naked form.  

I gave her the orders she’d need to wake, clean herself, and then go back to bed to dream this whole

scenario, scrubbing it from her conscious mind.  And then I added the command phrase Camren had

chosen, Imperious, for when we wanted to use the actress later.

     And then, smug and self-satisfied, I got dressed and left, forgetting to fix the mistakes that Jennifer

had pointed out.  I guess sometimes I really am my own worst enemy.

The End.