This is the final chapter in the series. New readers, you’d better go back and read the other chapters to know what the hell is going on and to make the Epilogues meaningful.
It has been both a joy and a challenge writing this story and I hope you all enjoyed it. Thank you so much for the great ratings and the feedback both good and bad. It’s all helped to improve My style and give Me great boosts of confidence, although if you know Me then you know that boosts of confidence might be overkill. ;-)
May your fantasies come true if you truly wish it.
-Boratus
Paul smiled at all the stunner faces in the room. “Oh come now, gentlemen. Did you really think that after all the years I’ve been doing this I’d let myself be controlled by anyone? I let Kathy think she had her hold on me so that she could really enjoy her birthdays. I removed that trigger as soon as I found out about it though.”
Across the room, Shaun moved toward the door.
“Uh uh!” Paul warned. “You just got here. Don’t just leave.” Then he glanced at Jeff.
“Jeffrey, so glad you could come.”
“Excuse me? Have we met before?” Jeff asked.
“Not personally.” Replied Paul. “But I’ve been an observer of your work for a while now.”
“Observer?” Jeff asked.
“Given what I do to people there’s always the chance that they might realize how they’re being influenced.” Paul explained. “If that were to happen the best person to go see would be a hypnotherapist. So I keep tabs on all the hypnotherapists in the city. Lucky for me there are only about a dozen of you.”
“And just
how
do you keep track of us?”
“Good question. It’s not like I can just give you a subliminal video or hypnotize you myself. However, you all have receptionists, assistants, wives. I’ve been fucking your assistant for a couple years now. I’m surprised you haven’t. You know she has this fantasy of you asking her into your office and hypnotizing her and having your way with her?”
Jeff was stunned. He had fantasized about the same thing. There were times when Sally had come to work wearing an outfit that just made him want to jump over her desk and fuck her right there. Now he realized he could have been fucking her all the time and meanwhile Paul was. The revelation made him both hate and admire Paul.
“So, then. How long has this little conspiracy been building?” Paul asked.
“Months.” Jim lied. “We just had trouble getting access to Kathy without your knowing.
“Tsk tsk.” Paul grinned. “You’re a horrible liar, Jim. You managed to escape your mental prison a few days ago. I wouldn’t think it’s been longer than that.”
“What difference does it make?” Jim argued “It’s over. We’ve broken your hold. We’re going to expose you. Just give it up.”
Paul shook his head. “If you were going to expose me you would have brought the police. Since they’re not here I’m guessing you didn’t just want to stop me. You got greedy. You want it all, don’t you, Jim?”
“What if I do? Are you going to shoot me? How are you going to explain it? There are too many witnesses here. Jeff and Shaun will be out the door before I hit the ground. And I don’t think you’ll be able to make subliminal tapes in prison.”
“Did you acquire a backbone in the last couple days as well, Jim? Let’s see what we can do about that. Revert orange kittens one week.”
Jim was silent. His eyes seemed to glaze over for a second. If all eyes weren’t on him they may have noticed a similar effect taking place with Kathy and Liz.
Jim didn’t know how he had gotten inside Paul’s office. The last thing he remembered he was catching up on some work at his desk. Kathy and Liz wondered how they had gotten from fucking at Jim’s house to standing in the office fully clothed.
“That should undo your mischief, Jim.”
“What did you do?” Jeff asked, confused.
“I erased all their memories for the last week.”
“Their memories?”
“Kathy and Liz too.”
“But I removed-“
“You removed all the triggers that I could cause.” Paul finished for him.
“But not the ones that anyone could cause.” Jeff realized aloud.
“You just have to know the password.” Paul smiled.
“But now we do.” Shaun stated.
“Yes, and what are you going to do? Erase their memories back to childhood?” Paul challenged. When he got no response he continued. “And now that they don’t remember you removing the triggers…”
“The triggers are back.” Jeff sighed, defeated.
“Sluts, get on your knees.” Paul ordered
Liz and Kathy dropped immediately. Jim, however, did not move. A part of him realized that Paul was also addressing him. That part got angry about it. He knew now a week of his life was missing but there was something else missing as well. A part of him was gone, seemingly dead, but there was something replacing it. Something strong and dark that resented Paul fiercely for calling a slut.
Paul was surprised when Jim didn’t move. “Well, now, this is interesting.” He was a little worried about what had changed in Jim but hid it from the others and tried a different tactic. “Be yourself, Jim and drop your pants.”
Jim immediately remembered just who Paul was and what Paul had done to him. Hatred flared but at the same time his hands undid his belt buckle and pushed his pants down.
“You fucker!” Jim yelled.
“Sluts, remove your clothes and fuck each other on the floor.” Paul told the girls. They immediately started stripping and helping each other to strip, kissing and licking each other the whole time. All the men’s eyes were focused on them as the slipped into a 69 and licked each other’s pussies.
“Jack yourself off.” Paul ordered and Jim’s hand started pumping hard.
“I’ll fucking kill you if I get the chance!” Jim continued.
Paul looked at him curiously. “You know, Jim, I believe you would. Yesterday I wouldn’t believe you capable of killing but today… I don’t know what you did but it’s impressive. No matter. Cum on your face.”
Jim bent over and his cock spurted cum all over his face. Paul chuckled. Jeff and Shaun stood in awe.
Then Paul held the gun out to Jim. Take the gun and aim it at your friends.”
Jim did as he was told.
“Shoot them if they try to leave.” Paul added before addressing the men. “Now gentlemen, what am I going to do about you two?”
“Let us go and call it even?” Shaun suggested.
Paul chuckled. “So what’s your motivation in all this? Friendship? Or is it something more basic? Pussy?”
“What are you getting at?”
“What did they say to get you here? That you could get in on all the sluts they’d have when this was over?”
Shaun glanced down at Kathy and Liz who were moaning into each other’s cunts, obvious to the deadly situation around them. Just then Kathy cried out in an orgasm muffled between Liz’s legs. Shaun’s cock hardened in his pants and did not go unnoticed by Paul.
“Think about this, uh, what is your name?”
“Shaun.”
