The Magic Box (part one)
by Sasha Steele
The billboard outside the theater depicted an intense looking figure standing in front of an open box with an ere light emanating from inside. Dare you gaze into the light of Doctor Modesto's magic box it read. As if to further set the mood, shadows played in the low flickering light in the corridor as the audience entered. The theater was packed, the hypnotist's show sold out as usual. The curtains were closed. There was nothing on the stage but the small wooden magic box on a stand.
The theater lights dimmed and the stage went completely black. In the darkness the click of high heeled shoes worn by Doctor Modesto's female assistant could be heard along with the sounds of the box's latch being undone and the magic box's little door opening. The audience held their breath. Then suddenly the theater filled with an ere pulsating light that reflected of their frightened faces. The light seemed to circle in a vortex drawing them into the box.
And though there was no sound they could barely hear Doctor Modesto speaking softly in the darkness behind the magic box but every word registered as he set them up for the show with suggestions that just seemed normal talk but were suggestions none the less of how beautiful Layla the doctor's assistant was, how much the audience was going to enjoy the show, how much fun they would have and so on.
The lights came on and the audience saw the fearsome doctor, and yes Layla, Modesto's stage assistant was a curvaceous beauty as he had said. Layla had on a shimmering grey colored tutu-like stage dress. Black crinolines beneath the short skirt made it flair out just like a ballet dress above her shapely fishnet stocking clad legs replete with black stiletto heels. Layla's long platinum-blood hair hung in soft curls that cascaded over the back of the dress's tight bodice.
"And now ladies and gentlemen, the beautiful Layla will choose four members of the audience to join us up here on the stage. Please come up as you are picked."
Layla combed the audience. Tapped four men on the shoulder and they climbed onto the stage in turn. For entertainment's sake Doctor Modesto had the hypnotized subjects go through the usual stuff to the delight of the audience. Nothing unusual really, until near the end of the show when Layla whispered in the doctor's ear, "the blond haired one on the left end."
The doctor nodded his head. Whispered instructions to the blond haired man on the left and further instructions to another one of the four before dismissing them to a thunderous applause form the audience. There were many of New York's wealthy upper class in the audience as the show appealed to them as a 'must see' in their circles. The second man that Doctor Modesto whispered separate instructions to was a member of the wealthy class.
Back stage after the show Layla sat at a small vanity fixing her hair and makeup when a knock came on the dressing room door. "Let him in," she said to the doctor.
The blond haired man entered. Modesto led him over to where Layla sat at the vanity. She regarded the man in her mirror. Layla had chosen him because he was the best looking of the lot, though not really her type. She preferred a dark haired more rugged type but there were slim pickings in the audience tonight. She stood. The man seemed hypnotized by her beauty, putty in Layla's hands. She kissed him and he responded. Layla broke off the kiss.
"Kneel down," Layla ordered in her deep sultry voice and the hypnotized man complied.
Layla's hand went beneath the crinolines of her stage costume's tutu-like skirt and she felt the hardness of her cock in the costume's shiny silver-grey panties. She pulled the panties aside with her right hand and withdrew it through the leg whole with her left. Then switched hands stroking it with her right hand to bring her cock to full erection.
Layla's circumcised cock was quite large, ten inches long and thick with a shapely pinkish-purple helmet. Her balls too were large, contained in their full hairless scrotum. Her fleshy pubis mound was shaved as well. Layla placed her left hand to the back of her victim's head as she continued to masturbate while rubbing her hard cock into the side of his face. She spread her legs, tightened her grip and sped up her strokes trying to bring herself to climax. It took awhile. But eventually she got there.
Layla was breathing heavily from the exertion. She hummed her pleasure, squaring her ruby red lips while squinting her heavily made up eyes as she tilted her head slightly backward. Her cock was rock hard now, red blushed and itched with a heat built up from the quick tight strokes of Layla's soft hand.
"Open your mouth," Layla ordered breathlessly.
She inserted her cock in his mouth. Grasped hold his head with both hands and began to vigorously fuck her victim in his mouth. The undulating motions of Layla's ample hips quickened as her excitement grew. "Ah, ah, ah," she moaned with each desperate thrust. "Ah, ah, ah." Layla was going to cum and soon.
Then Layla stopped her thrusting motions, holding the last of them with her hips pressed forward and her cock shoved as far down his throat as the ten inch length of it could reach. Layla pulled him by the head drawing his mouth tight around her throbbing member. The hypnotized victim's face was buried in the ruffles of her tutu skirt's black crinoline. Her cock was on fire. Its red hot tip itched like a bad bee sting. She closed here eyes and opened her mouth.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Layla cried out as she rocked her head back.
Hot cum erupted from the slit in the head Layla's hard cock. It sprayed against the back of his throat and he coughed. Further irruptions occurred. More cum entered his mouth. He was choking on it, drowning, but Layla didn't care. She held him there until her bag was empty and her lust was satisfied.
Finished with him Layla loosed her grip releasing him. He coughed. Layla's cum ran down his jaw. She regained her composure. Tucked her cock back into her stage costume's panties. Looked with contempt at the pathetic man she had just victimised and laughed. Weakling she thought.
"Get up. Leave me now," Layla said dismissing the man. She sat back down at her vanity. "Get me out of this costume," she ordered Modesto. He obeyed the command of his mistresses.
Two weeks later the blond man who Layla had fuck the brains out of was found dead. The apparent cause of death was by suicide, though no note was found. The case came across Detective Sargent Jason Hawk's desk. Hawk was a tall dark haired ruggedly built individual and tough as nails. He launched an investigation. The man's widow was adamant that her husband had not taken his own life, though he'd seemed depressed the last week or so.
"Was there anything out of the ordinary that could have led to his depression, finances, new acquaintances, that sort of thing?"
"Nothing. Everything was okay. We were happy. Went out with our friends."
"Can you pinpoint a time when he seemed to change?"
"He seemed funny after the hypnotist show at the theater."
That rang a bell with detective Hawk. The police had investigated a phony charity where the complainant had mentioned her husband had started donations the week after they'd taken in the same hypnotist show. Coincidence? Hawk didn't believe in coincidence and though the charity had turned out legitimate he decided to check out this hypnotist show himself.
End of part one