Date: Mon, 27 Jul 2015 08:42:29 -0400
From: Sasha Steele <sashadankatutu@gmail.com>
Subject: The Magic Box (part one) by Sasha Steele

   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