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Chapter 1: To All the Skeptics
By Trixie Adara
Penny
“For my next trick,” said Penny to the quiet theatre, “I need a
volunteer.” Most of the crowd groaned and tried to divert their eyes
from the hypnotist. Two or three people eagerly pumped and waved their
hands, desperate for Penny’s attention. “Not just any volunteer,”
clarified Penny once they settled down. “I need a skeptic.”
The crowd looked uncomfortably around the room. The volunteers put their
hands down. Volunteers were believers. Skeptics were the groaners. They
didn’t want to participate in something they didn’t believe in. They
wanted to mock. But this trick was the big finale. Hypnotism shows are
cute; anyone can take a willing volunteer and use childish inductions
and peer pressure to make someone do something silly. Play it safe, make
them the center of attention, and give everyone a laugh. Penny wasn’t
like other hypnotists. Her first trick, unbeknownst to the crowd, was to
induce the entire audience without their permission. The lights in the
theatre, the music from the lobby, even the air fresheners plugged in
throughout the theatre all worked to help put them in a receptive state.
She wowed them with her control, made them forget the trick, and then
left a new idea in their head: “this was the greatest show ever.” From
there, she gave them what they wanted. All in the spirit of showmanship.
Despite all that, finales are for the unexpected, and for that, you
need
a skeptic.
Penny brought the lights up on the crowd so she could pick her victim. A
couple of true believers nudged their skeptic dates in the crowd. Penny
looked for people with a drink in their hand. Alcohol made it more
frustrating to trance someone, they struggled to focus, but a small
amount may make them more likely to get on stage. Penny wasn’t worried
about getting volunteers. Her induction at the beginning of the show
made her confident she’d get someone. But she needed someone perfect.
The cockier the skeptic, the more beautiful the finale.
In the back corner, a short-haired redhead kept poking her date: a thin,
wiry man with a shit-eating grin on his face. He kept making comments
to
her and looking around, waiting to see who would volunteer. He looked
perfect.
“You, there, young woman,” said Penny. The whole building turned to look
at the woman. She was young-ish, maybe in her mid-twenties, with a bob
haircut of deep red hair. She was in a striking green dress that
sparkled from the back of the room. She blushed as soon as she realized
who Penny was talking to. “Your friend there,” said Penny, “he’s a
skeptic, isn’t he?” The theatre buzzed with murmurs and the couple had
some back and forth. He didn’t look embarrassed at all, but the redhead
looked mortified.
The young man stood up. Penny underestimated how thin he was. He was
almost a twig with thick dirty-blonde hair, a clean-shaven face of a
perfect fraternity asshole, with thick, full lips. He smiled and enjoyed
the attention. “Skeptic is too kind of a word, Miss Penny.” He looked
around the room and back to his girlfriend, seeking some type of
encouragement. “I think you’re full of shit.” The room bursted out in
giggles and more whispers.
“Oh?” asked Penny. Her skeptics didn’t normally give a full speech about
why they were skeptics, but this was better for the theatrics. “And
why’s that?”
“Hypnotists can’t make anyone do what they don’t want to do.”
“Many believe that.”
“So everyone you brought up on that stage today did exactly what they
fucking wanted.”
“In a way, yes.”
“So you’re more of a variety show than any kind of mind control shit.”
“Then why did you come if you don’t believe it?”
The man gestured to the redhead by his side. Her face was red with shame
and embarrassment. “It was her idea. She’s nuts about this shit.”
“Ah, well, she’s my kind of -”
“I guess I came,” he interrupted, “to see what a joke you are.” Penny
clenched her fists. “And I must say, I was disappointed. You are a
FUCKING joke!”
“You’ll be perfect,” muttered Penny. She looked around at the crowd.
“This one sounds perfect. What do you say, ladies and gentlemen, would
you like me to give it my best try?” The crowd roared in approval.
People waved him to the front of the stage. He stood in place, crossed
his arms in defiance, and shook his head. “What’s wrong?” teased Penny.
“If it’s all pretend, why not expose me as a fraud? Prove to all these
people that I’m a variety show. Show them your self control.” Penny
smiled, and he wilted. The crowd applauded.
Penny turned away from him and set up the two stools. She preferred
simplicity in her show. She didn’t want to leave anyone suspicious about
her power. The trance should amaze the audience, not the staging. The
audience grew silent as the skeptic walked down the aisle towards the
stage. They wanted definitive proof that hypnosis was real or unreal.
They wanted to see Penny taken down or ascend to a level of godhood and
supernatural power. Either would be a story. They’d tell their friends
about the hypnotist who invited a skeptic and lost. They’d talk about
the skeptic crushed under the hypnotist’s power.
The skeptic climbed the steps of the stage, turned around, and bowed to
his adoring fans. There was a smatter of applause for him. He walked
straight to his stool and took a seat. He smirked at Penny and said,
“you’re not going to break me.”
“I won’t have to,” whispered Penny. “This isn’t real, remember?”
Penny turned to the audience, “What’s your name?”
“Uh, Joe,” said the skeptic.
“Beautiful,” projected Penny. She turned to him and whispered, “Let’s
prove me a fraud, Joanna.”
“Joe,” he corrected.
“Whatever you say, Joanna.”
“I’m not Joanna.”
“Yet,” whispered Penny. Only Joe could hear it, but he let it go. It was
a threat and a challenge, but he didn’t feel threatened, right? He was
superhuman, right?
Joe smiled, and they both took their seats on the stools. The lights in
the auditorium fell and the lights on the floor of the stage began to
glow. They started with a simple pale orange. The auditorium fell silent
and the soft; ambient music picked up; it was gentle, with rain sounds,
bells with a hum, and a slight beat layered into it. It was designed to
match the audience’s heartbeats. They’d notice it, but forget it in a
moment. It was better than a pendulum or metronome, and it had the feel
of a high-end club downtown.
Penny raised her hands in front of Joe, letting her wrists go slightly
limp. Her fingers extended as though she was going to cast a spell. It
was a bit of showmanship, but also a focus for Joe. Watches and
necklaces felt dated. Penny kept a bright ring on each middle finger
with a large sapphire in it. Her hands began to sway, her fingers
danced, and the light caught the sapphire. There was little light
pointed at the stage, as she didn’t want to distract Joe, but the
sapphire gleamed all the way to the back of the room.
The lights ringing the edge of the stage changed to a neon pink. The
lights gradually moved to oranges, yellows, greens, blues, purples, and
then back to pinks. The goal was to stimulate the subject’s senses in a
predictable pattern. That was the best way to shut off the senses. You
notice a blur rush past your peripheral vision, but you don’t notice the
plant that’s always there. Create a new normal. Dull the senses with
normal. Then, you can reach right out to the psyche and kiss it.
“How do you feel, Joanna?” whispered Penny.
“Joe,” he corrected.
“How do you feel?” asked Penny so the audience could hear her.
“Bored,” he sighed. He added a yawn for effect. There were a few
scattered chuckles in the audience.
“Good,” added Penny. “Let’s give you something to do.”
“Like make a joke out of you?” Joe smiled and turned to the audience.
“You’re doing all the hard work for me.”
“Look at my hands.” Penny kept her tone even. There was always the
chance of getting a skeptic like this. It happened once in a while to
get a heckler or someone who wanted to be the center of attention. It
wouldn’t save him from a trance, and soon it wouldn’t matter at all.
“It’s okay if you’re bored,” she added. “You won’t prove I’m a fake if
you don’t follow instructions. Look at my hands and listen to my voice.”
Penny waved her hands and said, “Getting sleepy, Joe?”
“No. Bored. This is all so boring.”
“Yes, it is.”
“It’s predictable and repetitive, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t know why you came at all.”
“Nadia wanted to come.”
“Your girlfriend?”
“Yeah.” Joe’s tone was losing inflection. He was falling into her. It
starts with agreement. Agreement leads to oneness. Oneness leads to no-
ness. Once he is nothing, he can be whatever she wants him to be.
“You like her?” whispered Penny. Parts of this had to be private. People
kept up a guard when they thought hundreds of people were watching. She
had to lure him into privacy, and then she could enter mind like an
open
window.
“She’s alright.”
“A bit uptight for you?”
“A bit uptight.”
“Not what you normally go for?”
“Not what I normally go for.”
“Girls are something you abuse isn’t that right?”
“What?”
“You use them, Joanna? Talk to them like they’re scum?”
“They’re scum,” he intoned. The words barely had meaning to him. They
were true, he wouldn’t say them if they were true, but to his waking
mind they were a grunt or a chuckle.
“So deep now,” whispered Penny. Joe’s face drooped.
Penny looked out at the audience and made a shocked face, as though she
couldn’t believe it was working. They giggled with her. Joe did nothing.
Penny looked out at the crowd for Nadia, Joe’s date. The redhead was
uncomfortable. She kept looking around, expecting people to look at her.
No one looked at her. Joe was the show. Penny was the power. Everything
worth looking at was on the stage. “Poor girl,” thought Penny. “I’m
probably doing her a favor. Her date is an asshole.”
“Mindless deep,” said Penny so the audience could hear her. Then, she
lowered her voice and whispered, “what do you go for?”
“What do I go for?” he muttered. His lips moved slowly, and the words
were soft. No one could hear them now.
“You want me to tell you?”
“Tell me.”
“Don’t you go for cock?”
“Go for cock?” asked Joe. It was risky to put such an aggressive thought
in his head. Phrasing as a question was key. Going slow and helping him
piece it together rather than ramming it down his mind was best.
“You like cock?”
“Like cock?”
“It’s okay, Joe. Cock is good. For you. Cock is for good girls.”
“Cock is good for me?”
“Good girl,” cooed Penny.
You don’t destroy a wall if you want to get to the other side. You go
around it if you can. Minds are no different. “I heard you were a great
cocksucker,” suggest Penny.
“I’m a great cocksucker?”
“Oh, yes. Everyone knows you like cock.”
“Everyone knows I like cock?”
“They say you have great cocksucker lips.”
“I have great cocksucker lips?”
“Good girl.”
“I’m not a girl,” he mumbled.
“Yet,” whispered Penny.
He wasn’t accepting the thought. That’s fine. There was time. Penny had
the audience’s attention, though they couldn’t hear her. She had Joe’s
attention, though he could barely think at all. All she needed was a
tiny nugget of truth from his past to latch onto and then she could
build a whole new mind.
“You think about cocks, right?”
“I think about cocks?”
“That’s what I heard,” shrugged Penny. “I heard they called you a homo.”
“They called me a homo.”
“Yes dear, and it excited you.”
Bingo. Of course someone called him a homo at some point. He’s got great
features for a twink. Boys can be cruel. They’d tease him, but that’s
all Penny needs. He’s not gay. That’s fine. They called him gay. They
called him a homo. That’s a truth. She just needs to build off that tiny
truth.
“They said you were gay.”
“They say I’m gay,” echoed Joe. He was deeper and deeper in trance.
Penny was safe here. She could make a few missteps before he snapped out
of it.
“You look fabulous.”
“I look fabulous?”
“I bet you drove all the boys wild in school.”
“I drove the boys wild.”
“Good girl.”
“I’m not a girl.” It was a whimper now.
“Yet.”
“They hit on you?”
“They hit on me.”
“You liked it?”
“I liked it.”
“Good girl.”
“I’m not a girl?”
“Not yet.”
“Their attention was flattering.”
“I was flattered.”
Penny looked out over the audience. Murmurs were blossoming throughout
the room. The show needed to go on. She had him on a leash, his mind was
hers. He was deeper in trance than the audience knew, and she could
risk
moving the conversation along. She whispered some additional
instructions to Joe, “When you hear me say ‘good girl,’ you will have
the most mind blowing orgasmin, the strongest mind blanking, head
thrashing orgasm. Everytime I say it, the pleasure grows and your
craving of everything I have said will become so much more intense.”
She smiled and turned to face her adoring fans. “When I snap my fingers,
Joe,” projected Penny to the audience, “you will stand up and tell
everyone one of your most embarrassing secrets.” The murmurs were
silenced. “You will still be in trance with me, okay?”
Joe nodded.
“I suggest you don’t share anything illegal.” The crowd chuckled.
Penny snapped her fingers and Joe slowly looked up, like waking up from
a nap. He blinked repeatedly and stared at Penny with dead eyes. “Do you
have anything to share with the group, Joe?” Joe looked around at the
crowd. They were holding their breath. This was it. This was the moment.
Was hypnotism real? Was Penny a fake?
Joe smiled like he was in on the joke. “Yeah, I do,” he said loudly. The
light in his eyes was back. “My deepest darkest secret is that this is
all fake.” The crowd gasped and then laughed. “It’s a load of shit.
She’s a shit hypnotist, and you all wasted your money.” Penny rolled her
eyes and looked back at the crowd. They were laughing at her. Joe was
laughing at her. But that was fine. “The bitch didn’t do shit!” he
yells. More laughter. “I’m telling you, she can’t make me do anything I
don’t want to do.”
Penny snapped her fingers by pressing her thumbs against the base of her
sapphire rings. From a distance, it sounded like a traditional snap,
but
to Joe it was a gong. He jolted off the stool and looked at his feet,
surprised to have landed on them. He looked at Penny in shock, and she
snapped her fingers and rings again. The light in Joe’s eyes went out
and his neck drooped.
The audience clapped. Penny nodded appreciatively to them. She raised
her hands and took a bow. More clapping. She gestured to Joe, as though
to thank him, and the audience clapped more. She lowered her hands with
her palms facing down, as though pressing down and out the volume of the
crowd. The clapping died as her hands fell.
“Thank you, all. But we’re not done yet, are we? We have to prove
definitevely to this man that hypnosis is real, and he is firmly under
my control.” There was a smattering of laughter. “I’d hate for him to
say it was all an act he was a part of right before he walks off stage.”
Penny crossed the stage in front of Joe to make sure the other side of
the audience got to see her in her glory. She was rolling now. “Now
Joseph,” she projected. She turned to Joe and bent down to condescend to
him, “I may call you Joseph, yes?”
Joe nodded. The crowd laughed. “Now Joseph,” repeated Penny, “I’ll need
you to speak loudly when you answer me so the crowd can hear you. Okay?”
Joe nodded. “Speak up, Joseph. The people in the back can’t hear you.”
“Okay,” said Joe.
“Louder Joseph. Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to mumble?” More
laughter.
“Okay,” said Joe louder.
“Can everyone hear him?” shouted Penny to the crowd. There was scattered
nodding and mumbling of assent. “Good. I’ll need everyone here to take
out their cell phone. Still no photography or video, sorry loves, but I
want you to create a new contact.”
There was more murmuring. People were confused and excited, which is
precisely where a hypnotist wanted them. Penny paced back and forth in
front of Joe. She doesn’t normally enjoy this part. This is her job.
This is how she pays the bill. The real fun happens back at her
penthouse. Hypnotism is her gift and her passion, but performing was a
mundane necessity of life. But Joe had pressed her buttons, and based on
his attitude, she wasn’t the only one he felt comfortable belittling.
Joe needed to be put in his place, and Penny was all too happy to assist
him.
“Everyone create a contact in your phone. It can be Joseph, or if you
want to be more creative, you can call him Penny’s Bitch.” More
laughter. Penny turned to Joe. “Joseph, please tell the good people of
the audience your phone number.” Joe muttered the number, and Penny
asked him to repeat it louder. There was more chuckling.
Not everyone in the crowd put in his number. Not everyone took out their
phone. It’s a bit much to ask for one hundred percent participation.
People are shy. They want to respect Joe’s privacy. That’s fine. If one
person contacts Joe after this, it will have been worth it.
“Ladies and gentlemen, if young Joseph here claims that this was all a
hoax, that’s fine. Proof is difficult with hypnosis. But proof comes in
time and with surprise. If any of you doubt this is real, feel free to
contact Joanna in a week’s time and see if he remembers giving his phone
number out. He won’t. Feel free to ask him if it was all an act then.
Up
here, he feels brave. When he gets a message from someone he doesn’t
know and doesn’t remember giving his number to, he won’t be brave. He’ll
be honest.”
There’s an uncomfortable applause among the audience. This crossed a
line for some people. They imagined themselves up there giving out their
personal information. They imagined strangers contacting them and
feeling embarrassed.
They’re afraid because they’ve realized Penny’s power. Good.
“One final trick, what do you say?” Penny didn’t wait for a response.
They were nervous. That’s fine. All you need to do with nervous people
is give them someone to laugh at. That made everything sweet. “Joseph, I
asked you before to share your deepest and darkest secret. Remember?”
“Yes,” intoned Joe.
“Beautiful. When I clap my hands together, I want you to share, loud
and proud, what your deepest and darkest secret is. Understand?”
Joe nodded.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, are you ready?” There was stronger applause.
People loved to learn secrets. Hell, Penny’s made a killing getting paid
to find secrets from people.
Penny clapped her hands together, making sure the rings collided with
each other as she did. There was a clink hidden beneath the clap.
Nothing happened immediately. The audience held their breath. Joe held
still. Anticipation is the key to showmanship.
Joe looked up and smiled at the audience as before. “You want to know my
secret?” he asked the audience. His swagger was back. He sounded like a
completely normal, arrogant asshole. They clapped and cheered. Joe
leaned back and bellowed at the top of his lungs, “My secret is that I
love cock!” There was a gasp and laughter, but Joe didn’t wait for the
room to calm down. “I’m such a good cocksucker!”
Penny looked out and saw Nadia, Joe’s date. She blushed with
embarrassment as people around her turned to look at her. They
whispered, but the rest of the room roared with applause and laughter.
Penny stepped to the front of the stage and bowed. The laughter grew.
People stood to their feet and clapped for Penny. Nadia didn’t stand.
Behind Penny, Joe was still loudly declaring his love of cock and his
various skills. “I have the perfect cocksucker lips! I love to suck
cock!”
It wasn’t true, of course. Penny couldn’t change someone’s sexuality so
easily. That took time and patience. But in that time, you can give
someone a script and get them to shout it to a room of strangers. She
made Joe a co-performer, not a cocksucker.
There was still time for that. Proudly declaring to a theatre of
strangers that you love cock is always a good first step to actually
sucking cock. And he did have the perfect lips for it: nice and full,
perfectly feminine.
Penny raised her hands to calm the audience. It took them awhile, which
is always a good sign, but after a minute or two of Penny holding a
raised finger against her lips, the audience quieted.
“That’s it for our show tonight, but before you go, I should probably
release this one back to a proper state of mind.”
“Make him suck my cock!” shouted an audience member. There was more
laughter. Penny held her finger back to her lips again, and they calmed
down.
“Joe, when I snap my fingers, you’ll be completely out of trance and
free from my power. You won’t remember anything, okay?”
“Okay,” said Joseph. His eyes were still clear, seemingly aware of his
surroundings.
Penny snapped her fingers, making sure to click the rings with her thumb
as she did. Joe blinked twice, smiled, and then looked confused. The
audience clapped and laughed at him, and his confusion turned to a snarl
of rage.
“What the fuck?” he asked. The laughter grew louder. This was Penny’s
reward. Joseph wouldn’t be embarrassed on stage. He’d manifest his shame
in rage. “I thought you were going to hypnotize me?” he asked. The
audience laughed louder.
Oh, he thought they were laughing at Penny. Perfect.
“See, this is what I’m saying, she’s full of shit,” said Joe. He walked
to the front of the stage, as though this was his performance. “She
can’t do anything.”
“You want to suck a cock?” shouted an audience member. More laughter.
Joe ignored him. “She told me what to say when I came up here. She
scripted the whole thing.” More laughter. “I was a plant in the
audience. This is all an act.” More laughter.
The audience was firmly in Penny’s hand. There was no winning them from
her now. Penny had done magic, real magic, in front of them. He might as
well defy gravity.
Penny stepped up next to Joe. “Thank you for coming out tonight, Ladies
and Gentlemen. Have a great night!” Penny waved and the audience
clapped.
Joe turned to Penny. “What the fuck did you do?” he hissed.
“Nothing. Hypnotism is fake, isn’t it?”
“Fuck you, cunt.”
“I don’t think you’ll be fucking women for a long time.” Penny smirked.
“What did you do?”
“Check your phone.”
Joe did, and Penny could see a string of texts about sucking cock.
“What. The. Fuck.”
“You don’t have an expansive vocabulary, do you?”
Joe stepped toward Penny, and she stepped back. Her thumbs instinctively
went to her rings.
Joe paused inches from Penny. “What did you do?”
“You told them your deepest, darkest secret.” Penny moved closer to Joe,
almost kissing him. “You love to suck cock.” Penny looked out at the
audience. Some were leaving, but most were staring at the two of them.
Joe followed her eyes and wilted. Everything he did publically weakened
his case against her. “Follow me,” said Penny and walked backstage. Joe
followed.
Once behind the safety of the curtain and in the wings, his rage was
back. “I’m going to sue you. You can’t give out people’s personal
information.”
“I didn’t.” Penny smiled. “You did.”
“You made me.”
“I thought hypnotists couldn’t do make anyone do anything they didn’t
want to do?” Joe wilted. “You must have wanted to give out your phone
number.” She stepped towards him. “You apparently want to suck a lot of
cock.”
Joe pulled back his fist to punch, and Penny calmly said, “Good girl.”
Joe stopped. His legs tensed. His eyes spread wide, and his knees
locked. His hips shook and pumped forward. He gargled a groan that build
into a moan. His eyes shut, and his mouth gaped. His moan became a roar
and Penny saw a dark spot crow on the crotch of Joe’s tented pants. Joe
came, and as he came, he lost control and fell to his knees. Some of
his
cum - there was so much cum- dribbled through the fabric of his pants
and onto the stage floor. From his knees, Joe slumped to his side and
groaned in relief.
“Joanna?” probed Penny.
“Yes?” intoned Joe.
“Stand up.”
Joe obeyed.
“Let’s go down the Rabbit Hole.”
Penny grabbed the collar of Joe’s shirt and pulled him deeper backstage.
***********
In Penny’s lab, Joe was strapped to a chair. The Apparatus was set up
for him; one monitor positioned in front of him, one monitor to his
right and one to his left. The monitor in his peripherals would let the
simple lights glow: soft neon pink to oranges, yellows, greens, blues,
purples, and then back to pinks. The screen in front of him was a simple
repeating geometric pattern. It was a fractal that zoomed in on itself,
revealing its infinite nature. The pattern didn’t matter. It distracted
the mind. Occasionally, a cock dripping cum would flash barely in the
pattern. Joe’s conscious mind would never pick it up. His eyes would
barely register it. But his subconscious found it and latched on to it.
The simple pulsing music played in headphones. It was more of a hum than
static; much like listening to a refrigerator. Soft electric beats
followed and then set the pace of Joe’s heart. Occasionally, a man’s
moan would be layered on top of the music. It never came in regular
intervals, and it was often hours between moans. That would increase
later. The music didn’t matter. It distracted the mind. It wasn’t too
loud. It couldn’t be louder than Penny. Penny’s voice was primary. Her
words were essential.
Before any true love of cock could begin, before sexual orientation
could be changed or gender could be reassigned, before his personality
could be overhauled, before his mind could become a playground for
Penny, her words must become reality to him. Her words must be the
absolute truest thing in the universe. She must become the fountain of
fact.
“There are so many places to start you with, Joanna,” whispered Penny.
“I’ll have to take my time so you can learn your lesson. But I’m
horribly impatient.”
Joe muttered something. He could barely hear her. Sometimes he called
out for some random name. His mother? His friends? It didn’t matter. He
was barely in there. He was in the Rabbit Hole. His mind was becoming
nothingness. From nothing, she could rebuild him.
Penny picked up Joe’s phone and scrolled through his messages. Several
were from Nadia asking where he was. Some were from other friends or
family members asking where he was. Some taunted him about the show.
Some reminded him what he said.
Penny’s favorite were the one’s asking Joe to suck their cock. Penny
only responded to those. “Where? When?” she sent.
Joanna would need practice when Penny was done.
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