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exposing his thick cock for Tammy to see. It was huge, long and thick and utterly arousing in the dim light. Her pussy was still throbbing in the wake of her orgasm, and even so, she longed for that cock to be buried deep inside her. If anything, her climax increased that longing.
    She wanted nothing more than Malcolm thrusting against her right now.
    And Malcolm obliged her, for once. Without hesitating, and without any warning, he dipped that cock between her spread thighs, and found his mark easily, pushing his way inside her, his hot rod filling her quickly, utterly, and completely. It was almost too much. She very nearly couldn't take it.
    She felt her arms and legs twitch in an effort to scrabble against the stage, but Malcolm's spell was too strong for her. She couldn't resist him.
    But the thought and sensation of being filled by him was too much for her body to resist. She could feel another climax mount and surge through her body, and her cunt clenched tightly around his thick shaft as he thrust. He was slow at first, but he quickly picked up speed and he sensed and felt her excitement. This was all too much for her. It was so, so... naughty.
    He grinned down at her as he pummeled her mercilessly, his hips harshly slapping against her thighs. He drew all the way out, and then slammed back in, and the sensation of being filled, over and over, by his fat rod of a cock was too much for Tammy. She opened her mouth, and trembling groan came out. The sex was overcoming the spell. She almost felt as if she could move again.
    Malcolm slowed his pace now, not letting his spell be broken. He wanted to keep his control over her, for as long as humanly possible.
    Again and again he bore down on her, beating her with his dick, using her and abusing her, and Tammy loved every last second of it. He had her in a frenzy; she felt as if she might come again. He made her feel like no man had ever made her feel before. And she never wanted this sensation to stop.
    “Please,” she managed to whimper as he fucked her, harder and harder. It felt like his dick might tear her in two.
    Malcolm growled wordlessly at her begging, and ramped up his pace, his hips jerking erratically against her. Though Tammy had never had sex with Malcolm before, she knew what that meant. She had him close. She was going to make him come, and soon.
    She tightened her cunt around him, the one muscle she still felt like she had any control over, and that only caused Malcolm to roar and slam himself against her even more harshly. He was going to come, and going to come soon.
    With one final cry, he pulled out, and exploded all over her. Come smeared against her belly, her breasts, he neck and face. She was bathed in his come. She was covered by him. He owned her.
    “Good,” he panted, dropping to all fours above her. “I knew I picked a good assistant, from the very moment I saw you.”
    Tammy's eyes widened. How did he know? How did he know about this fantasy of hers?
    He really was magic.
    Malcolm hauled himself upright after many long moments, and he cleaned himself up, making himself look presentable again. Tammy found the hypnotist's spell take its grip on her again, and she could only watch him from the floor of the stage, a naked, sodden mess. She felt a flush of mingled embarrassment and lust course through her body. She was such a slut.
    After he was dressed again, he smiled down at her, and snapped his fingers. “Same time tomorrow?”
    The Sunday night show. “Yes,” Tammy breathed, still somehow unable to move. Malcolm had her under a different kind of spell.
    “Good. I'll be expecting you.”
    She knew it wasn't going to be the show he was expecting her for.
    As he disappeared into the dark of the stage, Tammy finally found the spell to be broken. She could move again. As she pulled herself upright, gathering up her clothing, she couldn't help but wonder how he had so much control over her, so quickly. Was it really the hypnotism? Or was it