The Pervert Photographer

Cory McManus watched the two celebutantes he had just hypnotized.

He had used a camera he had invented to entrance people. The camera not only put out neural signals, but it flashed lights.

He put Kylie and Stassie under and had them stare into each other's eyes. He was definitely going to fuck both as he admired their bodies, but first he was going to have some fun with the two vapid, egotistical stars. They had made all kinds of demands for the photoshoots and were difficult to work with, so Cory really wanted to fuck with them.

"Kylie, when you wake, you'll find your hands and stuck to Stassie, and no matter how hard you try, you can't move them. Not only that, but you really want to french kiss her."

"Stassie, when you wake, you'll find your hands stuck to Kylie, and no matter how hard you try, you can't move them. Not only that, but Kylie has the most foul-smelling awful breath you've ever smelled, and it is totally repulsive."

"Kylie, Stassie, your nipples, pussies, and assholes really itch, and the itching will constantly get worse and worse as time goes on. You also won't notice me taking photos and videos of you. Whenever you hear me say 'bimbo bitch,' you'll go back into this trance."

Cory set up a video camera.