The Hypnotist Part 8

The Hypnotist -- Part 8

Note: This is a purely fictional story where all characters are eighteen years of age or older. In this part I turn back somewhat to delve deeper into why the women behave as they do and what is at play. This will set the scene for two new parts that I am currently working on.

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Mephisto and William stood outside room 312 where Gerry was effectively being held prisoner. A panel had been opened in an exterior wall revealing the air circulation and venting system. Two security guards stood watch as a maintenance technician inserted a hose into the vent opening a valve on a pressurized tank. The soft whistling sound of gas pouring into the vent could clearly be heard.

"That should do it," the maintenance tech announced pulling out the hose and sealing the panel back up after a few minutes.

"You should be able to open the door in between five and ten minutes to avoid exposure. If it were me I would wait ten minutes," he added.

William handed the maintenance tech an envelope which he put in his back pocket. The tech packed up and left leaving no trace he was ever there.

A few minutes later William called for two more pre-selected maintenance staff who worked on opening up the seized door to the room. After much grunting and exertion with crowbars and other tools they managed to force the door open. The men all covered their mouths and noses as a precaution to avoid breathing in any of the gas that remained in the room. One of the two men held out an electronic device which measured the gas and declared the room safe.

Mephisto, William and one of the two security guards walked into the room to find Gerry slumped unconscious on the floor. They picked him up and placed him face down on the bed. The security guard withdrew a solid truncheon with a leather wrist strap. He held it up over his head awaiting instructions.

Mephisto looked at him, walked over and pointed to a spot on the back of Gerry's head.

"Not too hard!" Mephisto warned, "we don't want to kill him!"

The guard nodded and waited as Mephisto stepped back.

Mephisto nodded and the truncheon whistled through the air with a loud crack into the back of Gerry's head. Blood began to spurt and a large swelling could be seen growing. Mephisto dismissed the guard and made a call. Minutes later a team of paramedics and a doctor arrived.

After examining Gerry the doctor said that he had suffered a serious concussion and would likely be unconscious for at least twelve hours. The paramedics transferred him to a gurney and took him to the resort medical center which was equipped with three hospital beds. William handed out more envelopes stuffed with cash.

Mephisto took one of the two men aside.

"Carl right?" Mephisto said.

"Yes sir!" he replied.

"There can be no sign that this room existed," he said firmly.

"We have crews on their way," the man replied, "this room will be converted to a storage, employee-only room with a new door before the sun has set on this day. There will be no evidence that it ever existed as a hotel room," he added confidently.

"Good man!" Mephisto said turning to leave.

"Uhhh...Mr. Mephisto," the man began.

Mephisto turned to face him.

"Yes Carl?"

"Have you given any consideration to my request sir?"

"Are you certain you are willing to give up some of your cash compensation?"

"I am sir," he replied with vigour, "have I not been loyal?" he asked.

"You have shown your loyalty time and time again Carl...and we greatly appreciate your timely support. To show our good faith we have partially agreed to your request. We will not reduce your cash compensation and will allow you to attend tonight's event with our two female guests. Attendance will ensure that you partake in their very generous nature. However we cannot allow you a private session with either of the ladies. I hope that is acceptable to you Carl?"

"That is perfectly acceptable sir," he said with a wide grin. Carl had been dreaming of the two women since they had arrived at the resort. He felt his cock swell in anticipation.

Mephisto said, "make sure you are not late Carl --the doors open at 6:30pm and will be locked at 6:45pm."

Carl watched as the hypnotist walked away.

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The following day Gerry opened his eyes slowly looking up to see his beautiful wife staring down at him with concern etched on her face.

"Thank God you're okay!" she said hugging him and crying loudly, "I thought I was going to lose you."

Gerry hugged her back as much as he could but he was quite weak after a full day of lying in bed unconscious.

"Where am I?" he asked looking around squinting his eyes adjusting to the light.

"You're in the resort medical center," she replied wiping tears from her eyes.

"How did I get here?"

"The doctor said you were found next to the seafood restaurant partially hidden by some bushes sometime late yesterday. They told me that it had rained that night and the pavement was slippery. They suspect that you lost your balance and somehow managed to slam the back of your head. You had a very serious concussion," she added.

"What was I doing wondering around in the rain by myself?"

"I have no idea," she said, "I recall we had a bit of an argument about something trivial and you left."

He looked at her, "I don't remember that!" he said.

"Anyway I'm just glad that you're okay. Your head wound was quite serious," she added.

"Then why wasn't I sent to a hospital?"

"The nearest hospital is more than an hour away and was full up. The resort has on sight doctors and nurses who thought that you would be better off here receiving their undivided attention. They were also reluctant to move you in your condition."

Gerry felt a huge headache coming on. He tried and tried but couldn't remember anything.

"The doctor told me that you were hallucinating all night long."

"Hallucinating!!!"

Michelle's cheeks turned red. "Apparently you thought I was having sex with other men and that you were trying to stop it. Do you remember anything at all?" she asked.

"Nothing!" Gerry answered puzzled.

"One of the nurses asked me if there was any truth to your hallucinations."

Gerry looked shocked knowing full well that his wife would never let another man near her.

"What did you tell her?" he asked.

"At first I couldn't believe what she was asking me. It sounded more like an accusation rather than a simple question. I was angry and told her that that was preposterous! ...that I was not a whore and that there was not a chance in hell that I would have been intimate with another man. Honestly Gerry I wanted to slap her! My God didn't she see my wedding ring!"

"That's my girl!" he said proudly.

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One of the nurses who had been questioning Michelle and listening in on their conversation smiled, moved to a quiet location and picked up her phone dialing a pre-set number.

"Hello!" a voice answered.

"He's awake!"

"Does he remember anything?"

"No!"

"You are certain?"

"Absolutely yes!"

"Is his wife with him?"

"Yes."

"Did you get a chance to ask her any questions?"

"As you instructed...yes."

"And how did she respond?"

"She was very angry with me and looked as if she wanted to hit me."

"...but she didn't?" did she.

"No sir!"

"Excellent! Let us know if anything changes."

The call ended.

The nurse had wished that the wife would have tried to hit her That would have given her the opportunity to sedate her and have a little alone time with the gorgeous blonde. She was certain that the wife had never experienced another woman in her life. She shivered thinking about it but knew that it would be dangerous to interfere with the "contest winners"!

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"The doctor says that you should be fine to travel back home tomorrow," Michelle said happily to Gerry, "the doctor told me that flying with a concussion can be dangerous but they ran some additional tests and cleared you to fly," she added.

"Thank God!" Gerry exclaimed, "I think that I've had enough of this place."

"Well you just rest up for tomorrow, "she said smiling that sexy smile that he loved so much.

Michelle got up to leave.

"Where are you going?" he said anxiously.

She turned back to him placed her hand over his and said, "tonight's the final special dinner and show for the contest winners -- me and another woman Marilyn Fields."

Gerry looked concerned. "I'm going with you!" he announced feeling overly protective trying to get out of bed but feeling dizzy and disoriented as he tried to swing his legs to the side.

Suddenly two nurses appeared and quickly got him back under the covers warning him not to attempt to get out of bed. They told him that he would be fine by the following day unless he failed to follow their instructions. They warned him that if he tried to get out of bed again and fell that a second concussive injury could be fatal or at a minimum it could result in his being stranded for a week or more unable to fly home.

Michelle pleaded with him to stay where he was and to get some needed rest. Gerry reluctantly agreed but told her that he wished she wouldn't go and that he had a bad feeling. He was beginning to recall some bits and pieces of his hallucinations and was worried for her although nothing made sense to him at the time.

"Gerry!" she said admonishing him, "it's a private event with dozens of people around! What could possibly happen? Well I'll tell you that nothing is going to happen to me. Everyone I have met so far has been very nice and gentlemanly. Now clear your head of any of those negative gutter thoughts. You hear me?" she said jokingly, "I'm more than capable of handling any man as you well know!" she said with her sexy smile.

Gerry had seen how men looked at his wife and wondered if she realized the potential danger. Could she really handle herself if things turned south? Those thoughts made him anxious again bringing on a whopper of a migraine headache that seemed to be seasoned with vertigo.

"Are you alright Gerry?" she asked noting the change in his demeanour.

"Not really!" he replied, "I wish you would stay here with me to keep me company!" ...and then I wouldn't have to worry about you he thought.

Turning back and taking his hand in hers she spoke softly to him, "Gerry you know I can't do that. This all-expense paid vacation obligates me to participate in both the opening and closing gala dinners. If I don't go we would be required to reimburse them for the cost of the trip including the free airfare."

Gerry just nodded surrendering to her logic.

"Just promise me you'll come back and see me the minute it's over?"

She leaned down and kissed him on the lips. "That I can do husband!" she said with a smile, "Now I have to go and get ready for the dinner," she said bending down and giving him a lingering kiss on the lips before sensuously moving away.

"Before you go..." he began, "maybe its' time we talk about starting a family when we get back."

She quickly turned back tears streaming from her eyes as she kissed him passionately.

"Oh Goddd..." he moaned as she took his head in her hands.

"Sorry," she said forgetting his injuries.

"I would like that very much," she said, "I've always wanted to be a mother," she announced.

Gerry smiled, "then you better get going so we can leave tomorrow and get to it!"

"Mmmm..." she fake-moaned, "I can't wait," she added turning to leave.

As she turned to leave Gerry's eyes glanced at her chest seeing something he hadn't previously noticed. A slight jiggle in her blouse led him to believe that she wasn't wearing a bra. No it can't be! He convinced himself that he was seeing things -- an ongoing side effect of the concussion no doubt he thought.

When she turned and walked out the short skirt she was wearing had ridden up revealing the lower half of what were clearly bare buttocks. He felt his cock stir while convincing himself that it was impossible and that he must be dreaming or hallucinating. His wife would never go out in public without panties and underwear at least that's what he thought.

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As she walked out into the sunlight she stopped and looked at her watch. It was only 3:00pm. To early to get ready for a dinner that was scheduled to begin at 6:30pm. She looked around worriedly and disoriented for a minute. Finally her eyes locked on to a sign indicating the direction of room numbers, spotted the range of numbers she was looking for and headed in that direction.

A short while later she stood in front of the door to room 1124 which was slightly ajar, the deadbolt preventing the door from closing. She opened the door and walked in to see a smiling very naked man sitting on a chair stroking a lengthy erection which pointed up at the ceiling.

Her eyes zeroed in on the erection. Her mouth watered and opened wide, her tongue darted out to lick her lipstick-coated lips and her left hand moved to her breast pulling at the hidden nipple underneath her light blouse.

"You can close the door Michelle," William said.

She felt her pussy swell with need and begin to copiously lubricate with impending desire as she turned and firmly closed and locked the door.

William stared as hungrily at the blonde housewife as she stared at him. He took in her curvy form feeling his cock throb in his hand forcing a thick drop of seminal fluid to pool before trailing slowly down his shaft. Michelle's eyes were riveted on the clear slippery drop eagerly following its path igniting her passion like a lit fuse as it trailed down to the base.

William would not have initiated another contact with the devastatingly beautiful woman if not for the secrets that had been finally revealed at a closed door meeting the previous night. He knew the risks, as dangerous as they were, but on seeing Michelle Wilkensen thoughts of concern completely vanished.

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The Previous Night's Meeting

Mephisto contacted all senior members of the organization, both on and off site, for an impromptu mandatory meeting to be held in his luxury suite for 8:00pm.

William didn't know what to expect having received no advance warning about the subject matter. He wondered if the organization had been compromised and their objectives uncovered. If they had then he needed some lead time to make a fast getaway. He wasn't interested in spending a day in prison. He was certain that the others felt the same way.

When he arrived at Mephisto's suite he was met by three senior members he had never met although he recognized them as participating in the opening gala event featuring Mrs. Michelle Wilkensen and Mrs. Marilyn Fields.

In total there were only five individuals, including Mephisto himself in attendance although a large video monitor indicated that at least ten others who were not on site were tuning in electronically.

"May I have your attention," Mephisto began, "I have invited you all to share some disturbing news that could potentially threaten us all. I want to clarify that there is no need to take any immediate drastic action. There is no actual threat that we are aware of that would compromise us but having said that it is important that all of you are aware that we have never been quite so close to being discovered. The objective of this meeting is to ensure that never happens. We must be vigilant but we must also be fully informed to ensure our ongoing security."

"A little over twenty years ago, with the assistance of certain individuals, I came up with the idea to experience the pleasure of certain married women without their knowledge and without the knowledge of their partners. It took considerable effort, time, and planning to achieve those ends. At first there were only a handful of senior members who knew the intimate details and we kept it that way purposefully to avoid exposure and remain under the proverbial radar. But it has recently come to our attention that a flaw in our methodology has developed which threatens us all. Some members were aware of this flaw but took it upon themselves to withhold that crucial information from us. We can no longer ignore the potential threat."

"Do we need to take measures to secure our safety and perhaps flee to non-extradition countries?" one senior member asked anxiously.

Mephisto glared at the man and replied, "No! I thought I had made that clear. To repeat there is no evidence in support of taking any action at this time as we are not yet compromised. However we have to be proactive instead of reactive."

There was a loud sigh of relief throughout the room and on the video monitor.

"Why don't you start from the beginning Mephisto," William asked pouring himself a whiskey, "many of us have wondered how this all came about."

In short order drinks were poured and sipped as everyone sat down to listen to Mephisto.

He smiled and began to address the men seated before him, "Many of our members are shocked to see these beautiful married women parading around doing whatever we ask of them. Some believe they are actresses playing a part, reading from a script. Other members believe the online inaccuracies that a person cannot and will not do anything that is against their moral compass meaning that it is impossible to get women to do what we ask of them under hypnosis. Now, I will admit that there is some limited truth to this which means that we need to trick the psyche of these women so that they would willingly do what we ask of them."

Heads turned to each other throughout the room echoing puzzlement.

"I believe you may have lost some of us," William volunteered.

Mephisto smiled and continued, "Let me ask you this," he began, "would a woman suck a man's penis?"

"It depends," one answered.

"Maybe but without enthusiasm particularly if she does not like it or finds it distasteful."

The others laughed.

"Poor choice of words," he said laughing along with everyone before adding, "but guaranteed? Certainly not!"

"Yet!" Mephisto started, "do you recall any woman who has graced our stage refuse to suck a man's penis and with boundless enthusiasm enjoying it as much as the man and perhaps more so?"

"You could have researched the women somehow," one said, "and then just picked those women who enjoyed fellatio."

"Would that not be a recipe for disaster?" Mephisto asked, "we would have women who professed to enjoy the activity that could, without warning, decide not to participate. Their state of mind or an adaptive moral compass could then potentially defeat anything we wanted them to do assuming that there are databases available that fully disclose a woman's sexual likes and dislikes. I am unaware of any such databases," he added definitively.

Mephisto stood tall waiting. "From what you have seen either the women are world class actresses or there is something else going on!"

The men just waited as Mephisto looked at each of them.

"So how do you do it?" he asked.

"The key to understanding is to first ask yourself if there are situations in the life of a woman where she would willingly engage in any sexual practice and subvert herself to the man's desires whether she liked it or not? If possible could we then not use that to our advantage? If we could the results would be a woman who happily fellates a man even though she has expressed her dislike for it or a woman who readily engages in any sexual positions and experiences that she would normally find abhorrent! So my question to all of you is under what circumstances would it be possible get a woman to do everything a man asks?"