Margaret Harlan

The man in the devil mask turned away from the growing mess happening in the aisle and moved on like it was just another part of the show. His red lenses swept across the remaining women standing frozen on stage until they landed on the still completely blank-faced Margaret Harlan.

He stepped over to Margaret, who was still standing completely frozen in the center of the stage with that blank, doll-like expression on her face. He reached out and patted her dark cheek a couple of times, almost affectionately.

“It’s no fun having a frozen doll on stage,” he said, sounding genuinely disappointed. He stroked his chin like he was thinking hard, then suddenly snapped his fingers and looked over at Jax with a wicked glint behind the red lenses of his mask.

“You’re going to love this one, Jax. I know you wanted me to humiliate her. I have the perfect idea.”

He leaned in close to Margaret’s ear and started whispering. Unlike Victoria, she showed zero reaction. She just stayed perfectly still, staring straight ahead with empty eyes while the man poured suggestions into her head for a long couple of minutes.

Zachery watched the whole thing, heart hammering. He kept glancing over at Victoria Peretti on the floor, the once-proud rich woman was now on her back surrounded by married men, moaning like a whore as they took turns using her mouth, tits and pussy, all while she desperately tried to catch or scoop their cum in her purse. The contrast was insane.

Finally, the hypnotist pulled back and snapped his fingers sharply right in front of Margaret’s face.

She blinked a few times, then looked around the stage, confused for a second. Then her eyes landed on the hypnotist and she smiled, a polite, almost friendly smile.

“Umm, I don’t think your hypnosis worked, sir,” she said, sounding completely calm. “I don’t feel any different.”

Zachery was shocked. Margaret Harlan, the most judgmental, pious woman in the entire church, was standing there in front of everyone, watching Victoria get gangbanged on the floor and she looked completely on board with the show. Like none of it bothered her at all.

“Oh, are you so sure, Margaret?” the man asked, tilting his head. “Are you sure I haven’t taken anything of yours? Why don’t you check your person.”

Margaret made a funny face, like she didn’t believe any of this nonsense, but she still started patting herself down. She checked her arms, her hips, her sides, then moved lower. The second her hands reached near her crotch, her expression changed completely. **** shock took over her face. She patted harder, then started getting more and more agitated.

“It’s gone!” she screamed, voice cracking. “WHY IS IT GONE?!”

Without any shame, she recklessly raised her modest navy dress right there on stage, bunching it up around her waist. She hooked her fingers into her panties and yanked them down to her ankles in one motion, exposing her slightly hairy pussy to the entire congregation. She started frantically patting and fingering herself, two fingers spreading her lips wide as she searched.

“WHERE IS IT! WHERE DID MY PUSSY GO?!” she yelled, voice full of genuine panic and confusion.

The hypnotist just smirked behind his mask.

“That would be me, I’m afraid,” he said smugly. “Now do you believe me?”

“Yes! Oh god yes, I believe you!” Margaret cried out, still holding her dress up with one hand and fingering herself desperately with the other. “Please give it back!”

“Oh, I believe it is still on your person,” the hypnotist replied casually, like he was talking about the weather. “I’ve just changed its location. Have you tried any of your other holes?”

Margaret didn’t even hesitate. She reached behind herself and started fingering her ass, pushing two fingers in deep while moaning in frustration.

“No, it’s not there! You said it would be there!”

“I said hole,” the man corrected, winking at the crowd. “I didn’t specify that it would be your asshole.”

Recognition slowly dawned on Mrs. Harlan’s face. She pulled her fingers out of her ass and started frantically shoving them into her nose, then her ears, digging around like a madwoman while the whole church watched in horrified silence.

“Wait!” the Purple Devil said suddenly. “I think your son can help you find your pussy.”

Margaret’s eyes lit up with **** hope. “He can? Please Jax, help me!! I need my pussy!”

Jax and the hypnotist both laughed. The hypnotist motioned for Jax to come up on stage. The tall delinquent hopped up with a big grin. The man in the devil mask stepped close and whispered something into Jax’s ear. Jax nodded, then turned to face his mother, who was looking at him with pure expectation, dress still hiked up, panties around her ankles.

“Mom,” Jax said, trying to hold back his laughter, “I think your pussy is in your nose. But you’ll only be able to find out if you test it out with my cock.”