Hypnosis Hijinks

Hidden deep into the heart of The Big Top Circus hides Harry the Hypnotist, though currently he works under the name of the Clown Ghost. Currently he's hiding in the carnival's strongman's trailer.

Why is he hiding? Because of a gang of annoying would-be sleuths. Mystery Inc. They apparently heard about his “haunting” of the circus. Now they spread across the circus grounds looking for the “ghost” terrorizing the circus.

In reality the only thing terrorizing the circus is Harry. He used to be a headliner at the circus, before he was fired for using his hypnosis to rob the audience members when they visited the circus. So now he's back disguised as his ghost clown persona in an attempt to sabotage and rob the circus before making his grand escape. His plan was going perfectly before those meddling kids arrived. In no time at all, they began unraveling his entire scheme. Now they're closing in on him.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the trailer door opening. He held his breath and tried to stay quiet in his hiding spot inside the closet. Through a crack in the door, he watched the new arrival search the trailer thoroughly. She was a young college-aged girl wearing a baggy, thick, turtlenecked orange sweater with a red skirt. She had short brown bobbed hair with freckles sprinkling her face. Despite his current situation, Harry couldn't help but admire the curvy girl's figure. Especially when she bent over to look under the bed, giving Harry a great view of her ass peeking from under her skirt.

Eventually she stood up and began making her way towards the closet. Harry's heart thumped in his chest as she inched closer to his hiding place. But just before she made it to the closet, she tripped over the rug, causing her to fall and lose her glasses.

“My glasses! I can't see a thing without my glasses!” The girl exclaimed as she searched frantically for her lost glasses. Taking advantage of the situation, Harry quietly exited out of his hiding place and took out his pocket watch.

After a few moments, Velma was finally able to find her glasses. She put them on and looked up to find the monster she was looking for looming over her. Before she could scream in surprise, her eyes locked onto something shiny swinging in his hands. A pocket watch? She couldn't explain why, but once she saw it, she couldn't look away. With each swing she felt her mind becoming hazy and scattered.

Harry smiled as he removed her mask, revealing his matured features and grey hair. He loved it when his marks fell under his control. The power he had over them was intoxicating. And now he had this young sleuth under his control. “Listen carefully to me, young lady. Let my words sink into your mind. You will answer all my questions and obey all my demands. Nod if you understand.” Harry said in a purposely hypnotic tone that he had perfected over the years.

The nerdy-looking girl nodded obediently and awaited his next words. As she nodded, Harry couldn't help but notice how the action caused her large chest to bounce slightly.

“Good. Now I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you'll answer truthfully. First, what is your name? Second, who else is on your investigation team? Third, is anyone else searching the trailers, anyone who could walk in on us?” Harry asked.

It took a few moments for her mind to absorb his words, but when it did, she answered, “My name is Velma. Velma Dinkley. I'm a member of the investigation team Mystery Inc. The other members are Fred, Daphne, Shaggy, and Shaggy's dog, Scooby. Right now we are all split up and searching for you. Fred is searching the main performance tent. Shaggy and Scooby are searching the office and animal holding area. I and Daphne are searching the performer's trailers. The plan is I search the west end inward and she'd start at the east. Then we'd meet in the middle. We all have walkies to communicate and warn each other if we spot you,” she said in a hypnotic daze.

Harry let his mind absorb all his information. With the group so spread out, it would be difficult for him to sneak out with all his stolen loot without getting caught. His mind filled with ways to try to make his escape easier. The plan that seemed the most viable was distracting the team and then escaping. He started to form a plan, but he'd need a few more tools to make everything work.

Plus, as much as he knows he shouldn't let anything distract him right now, he couldn't just ignore the fact he had a busty nerd under his control. According to her statement, the men were too far away to interrupt them. And the other girl, Daphne, would take quite a while to search all the other trailers before she reached theirs.

Making up his mind, Harry spoke, “Velma Raise your arms out to your side. And stand with your legs spread out. And from now on you will refer to me as sir. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Velma said obediently as she stood with her arms and legs spread out.

With a wicked smile on his face, Harry placed himself behind Velma and let his eyes dance over her body. Then he let his hand land on her hips. He leaned in and allowed her sweet perfume to waft into his nostrils while letting his hands slide to her ass.

“Mmm, such a nice fat ass. It's a shock you can fit this under her skirt.” He complimented her as he squeezed and groped her ass.

Of course, since she's under her mind control, she didn't reply, but even under mind control, she moaned because of his touch.

“But as good as your ass is, your tits are just begging to be played with.” He smiled as he began groping her over her sweater. He squeezed and bounced them in his hands, while she let out small moans and squeals. "These feel great, but I think they'll feel even better when they're not being smothered by that ugly sweater. Take off your top, Velma.”

“Yes, sir,” Velma said in a monotone voice as she pulled off her top and let her E-cup breasts sway freely. After discarding her sweater, she returned to her previous position.

Harry leaned in and rubbed his face into her ample bosom. “Mm, shame on you for hiding such amazing tits with that eyesore of a sweater.” Harry said playfully as he slapped one of her breasts and smiled at the cry of pain/pleasure. He then leaned in and started to kiss and suck her tits. He was groping and pinching one breast while he kissed and sucked the other. Making sure to switch often while Velma moaned and squirmed in pleasure. As much as he was enjoying playing with the nerdy girl's breasts, all of his teasing was making him uncomfortably hard. “Velma, drop to your knees and press your tits together.” He ordered

She followed his instructions and got into position while looking up at him with her dazed-over eyes.

Harry rested a hand on her head as he plunged his cock into her E-cup pillows. He couldn't help but let out a satisfied groan. Her soft mounds wrapped around his dick felt like heaven, but he knew it could get even better. “Now Velma, I want you to start jerking me off with your tits. Pump them up and down my shaft. Don't start till you've made me cum. And when my cum hits you, you will have the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced.” He ordered with a groan.

Velma immediately followed his instructions. Pumping her tits up and down his shaft, starting off as teasing but eventually finding a steady rhythm.

Harry threw back his head in satisfaction, enjoying the pleasure that was rushing through his body. “You know, when I first saw you, I assumed you were some inexperienced prude. But judging by how good you are at giving a titjob, I'm guessing you're just as slutty as that other girl looks. Moans, "Fuck, it feels good." You're clearly wasting your time solving mysteries. You'd be much better off as a cock sleeve haha.”

Normally this level of verbal humiliation would have crushed Velma. But under the influence of Harry's hypnosis, all she could do was continue bouncing her tits up and down his cock while nodding pathetically.

“Open your mouth, Velma, I'm about to cum.” Harry said with his voice filled with pleasure.

Velma barely had a chance to follow his order before he shot his hot load from between her breasts and onto her face and glasses. The moment she felt the cum touch her skin, she felt the pleasure flowing through her body like electricity. She let out a loud cry as she writhed on the ground on the floor in pleasure. Harry smiled, seeing a wet spot form on Velma’s panties as she came.

While Velma recovered from her orgasm, Harry began trying to plan out his next move. He wasn't able to think for long before he heard Velma’s discarded walkie-talkie crackle to life. “Velma? Are you there, Velma? This is Daphne. I just finished searching my half of the trailers. I didn't find anything that could lead us to the Clown Ghost. Did you find anything?”

Harry's face grew a wicked grin. He whispered his next orders into Velma’s ear. After Velma stood up and spoke into the walkie, “Hey Daph. Actually, I think I might have found a clue. Can you meet me in the strongman's trailer? You're going to want to see what I found.”

After a few moments the walkie-talkie crackled to life once again. “Groovy. I'll be there in a jiffy.”

Harry returned to his hiding place, waiting for Daphne to arrive and fall under his influence just like Velma.