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The Hollywood Hypnosneak	By : Muhabba Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 52176 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not know any of the upcoming celebrites and recieve no money from this story. I do not know Kate Upton or have anything to do with MTV because this is just a parody that I make no money from.

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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.

-----

     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.”

-----

     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.

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