The Shoot Chapter 1-2
From:	celebrity_mc@hotmail.com (Celebrity MC)

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received.  If you have any suggestions, comments, critiques, please tell 
me. I can be reached at celebrity_mc@hotmail.com.  This is my first 
attempt at writing fiction of this variety.  I hope you enjoy reading it 
as much as I did writing it.

The Shoot (MC, NC, MD)

Chapter 1 - Cynthia Ann Crawford - Fall of Dominance 

	The day had finally arrived.  It was the culmination of almost ten 
years of work and the final test was at hand.   The device that was the 
product of thousands of hours of research at his side, connected by 
cable to a small notebook computer sitting on a nearby table.  The 
device itself was innocuous, looking more like a camera then anything 
else, but it was far from innocuous, it was potentially the most 
powerful machine devised by man.  

	The creation of the device had originally been done by a group of top 
level scientists.  Its original purpose was a quick way to relax.  He 
was the first to discover the strange side effect the frequency wave had 
on people.   His early experiments were a disaster he had to live with.  
The idea was always strangely simple, just attune a persons mental 
frequency and you could calm them down, excite them, whatever.   At the 
beginning of the project it wasn't realized that you could actually 
communicate using a persons unique frequency. 

	He positioned the notebook so he could see it from the window of my 
hotel room.  The focus was sitting, pointing out the window.  He would 
have to set it up so it would point in the right direction for as long 
as it took the computer to do its work.  

	It was time, he picked up the focus, and walked to the window.  In the 
distance there was a large crowd.  The Hawaiian beach below his room was 
crowded with photographers, models and hangeroners.  The beach had been 
rented by a large modeling agency for this major photo shoot.    He set 
up his test with the photo shoot in mind.  The shoot was publicized as 
the largest of its kind, having over 30 top models, including many 
supermodels, in attendance.  They rented the public beach at great 
expense, as it was the biggest most popular in Waikiki.  

	Conveniently, the beach was easily seen from the many hotels lining 
beach row.  He rented the room that had best visual access to the beach, 
since the device required line of sight to operate correctly.   He 
looked through the zoom lens and quickly found the target.  Among women 
who stand out, she stood out.  She was sitting among a few other models 
talking.  

	Quickly, he adjusted the tripod and lens.  On the computer sitting next 
to him an image of his subject.  There was a slight hum coming from the 
device.  Within moments he saw text scroll across the screen of the 
computer.  

	The top of the screen scrolled:

NEW SUBJECT
NAME:  Cynthia Ann Crawford
HEIGHT:  5'9"

	and it continued to scroll more and more information about the women of 
his dreams.  The device seemed to be functioning perfectly.  Right now 
it was in "gather" mode, which meant it was scanning the subjects mind 
for information.  In a short while, he would put it in communication 
mode that would allow him to change information in her mind.  

	When the communications were firmly set in the subject's mind the 
subject would raise her hand and wave in the direction of the hotel.  
This would tell him he could start the programming of Cindy Crawford.  

	It took about 30 minutes before he seen her look up with a mild 
surprise on her face and wave at apparently no one.  The expression on 
her face was amusing, as he could see on his monitor exactly what she 
was thinking "Why the hell did I wave at no one?".  The monitor was 
scrolling rapidly now.  Thousands of bits of data were now entering the 
computer, and he could change anything.  

	He walked over to the notebook and sat down.  He watched her stream of 
consciousness scroll on the computer screen.  He watched her talk about 
how hot the day was, and other such drivel.  It surprised him that she 
was such a boring personality.  

	He started typing on the keyboard, finding the right memory areas to 
change.   His first command was as simple as possible, he needed to make 
sure the device would operate properly before really putting it through 
the test.  

	He typed:  "AFTER THE SHOOT IS OVER, COME TO ROOM 10-01 IN THE WAIKIKI 
HILTON.  RIGHT NOW RAISE YOUR HAND TO SHOW YOU UNDERSTAND AND WILL 
COMPLY."  He looked out the window to see Cindy raise her hand briefly 
before putting back down.  He got an erection at this, knowing what was 
to come for the evening.  

	He went back to the keyboard and typed:  "YOU ARE VERY EXCITED.  YOU 
KNOW IT WILL BE A GREAT EXPERIENCE AND CAN'T WAIT TO GET TO ROOM 10-01."  
"YOU WILL DO WHATEVER THE PERSON IN ROOM 10-01 TELLS YOU TO DO."  There 
was no visible response to these commands, but it seemed she was very 
excited now.  
 
	The shoot took the rest of the afternoon.  He watched her closely the 
entire time.  The machine was continually scrolling information about 
her.  The more information he had in the computer, the more he could 
change.  

	Around 5 PM, the photographer told the models they were done.  He 
checked the computer to insure the commands were still in place.  He 
checked the system and found there was over ten gigabytes of information 
about her.  He knew there would be a lot, but had no real idea how much.  
Eventually, the drive would fill, but he knew he had enough already.  

	He went back to the window and seen her running off the beach.  
Obviously her excitement got the better of her.  He saw a few people 
watching her run off, but none followed.  This was important to him 
obviously.  

	A few minutes later there was a knock on the door.  He got up and 
walked across the room to the door.  Quickly, he opened the door.  Cindy 
Crawford stood there in all her majesty.  She was wearing a white 
sundress, her hair was wind blown but beautiful non-the-less.  

	"Hi, my name is Cindy and I think I'm supposed to meet someone here," 
she said uncertainly.  

	"Hi Cindy, come on in." he replied.  

	A slight smiled crossed her face as she came into his room.  She seen 
the computer equipment and had a confused looked on her face.  

	"Oh, you see the reason you're here.  Those computers over there are 
actually communicating directly with your mind." He said with some 
pride.   She simply stared at him, wondering what the hell he was saying 
and why she was in his room.  

	"Watch," he said as he walked over to the notebook.  He typed in "HOLD 
BOTH ARMS ABOVE YOUR HEAD." into the terminal.  Within seconds Cindy 
raised her arms above her head.  

	"What the fuck are you doing you little pervert," she said with alarm.  
She started walking towards the door when he typed "FREEZE, DO NOT MOVE 
A MUSCLE,," and just as she reached the door she stopped.  Her hand was 
reaching for the door, she was in mid step, now frozen like a statue.  

	He walked over to her.  She was the most beautiful statue he had ever 
seen.  He looked into her eyes and seen the fear in them, she knew she 
was helpless.  He caressed her cheek, she made no response to this.  He 
reached out to her frozen hand and shook it playfully.  He was surprised 
how stiff her hand was, it was as though the muscles had locked 
themselves so they could not move.  

	"DO NOT LEAVE THIS ROOM, ACT NORMALLY, AND REMAIN CIVIL," he typed.   
Again, it took a few seconds, but when the communication went through, 
she turned around and walked up to him.  

	"Seriously, what is going on here," she asked.  Her demeanor was 
improved, but she still had a defiant streak.  He liked this, and 
decided not to change her personality… much.  

	"YOU NEED TO SUCK A COCK," he typed into the computer.  She couldn't 
see what he typed so didn't know what to expect.  Within seconds a 
strange, somewhat surprised, look crossed her face.  

	"Umn, I know this is going to sound strange, very strange, but would 
you let me… well, um, would you let me, damn, I don't even know how to 
ask.  Please, would you let me suck your cock," Cindy Crawford asked.  A 
huge smiled crossed his face.  

	"Shit, Cindy, you could just ask anytime," he replied.  He unzipped his 
zipper and she almost jumped out of her seat when she seen his penis.  
Her hands flew to his crotch.    She fell to her knees, cupping his 
penis with one hand, and his balls with the other.  

	"Ahhhh," was all she managed before enveloping his dick with her mouth.  
Her head beat with the rhythm of his heart.  She sucked so hard that her 
cheeks become concave.  Her long brown hair bobbed as her head beat up 
and down at his rod.  In a short time he erupted into her mouth.  She 
swallowed the entire load, going so far as to lick some off her cheek.   

	"Thanks, I don't know what got over me," she said as she slowly got up 
off her knees.  

	He checked the monitor and seen she was still in an excited state of 
mind.  She was still fully clothed which he planned on fixing shortly.  
"YOU ARE VERY WARM.  THE CLOTHS YOU WEAR ARE UNCONFORTIBLE" he typed 
into the computer.   She responded by removing her jacket.  

	"YOU MUST DO A STRIPTEASE," he typed away.  

	"Would you like me to do a striptease?" Cindy asked him in her most 
sultry voice.   She stared at him, expecting a positive answer.  After 
all, no men ever refused her.  

	"No, that's okay," he answered playfully.  A frown crossed her face, 
she needed to do a striptease, but he wouldn't let her.  

	"Please, I really need to do this thing for you," she replied.  There 
was a note of desperation in her voice.   Her once defiant posture was 
reduced to nothing.   

	"I said no, and I meant no," he said to her.  She was near tears by 
now.  It amazed him how his commands made her act.  It was obvious she 
needed to do what his commands told her, but when two conflicted she 
couldn't deal with it.  He was afraid she'd have a breakdown or 
something.  

	"Oh, if you really must, go ahead and do your striptease.  When you're 
done, maybe we could fuck," he finally relented.   She reacted as though 
he was nuts when he said they could fuck.  There was no command 
implanted to make her want this.  

She walked up to him and slowly put her hand to her chest.  She was 
wearing a beautiful silken blouse and a short black skirt.  With one 
hand caressing her breast and the other rubbing his thigh, she started 
to gyrate slowly.  

	With a single quick motion, she tore the blouse off her chest.   Her 
bra-covered breasts flew out of her blouse with the most amazing jiggle.  
Her head flew back, her long brown hair flying down her arched back.  
Dancing, she reached behind and unsnapped her lacy bra.  With far more 
flexibility then he expected, she arched her back and reached to the 
ground, making the most beautiful U shaped he'd ever seen.  

	Quickly, he typed "HOLD THAT POSITION," and as usual, the commands 
took. Her arms were locked, holding her body in a U position, with her 
fantastic tits pointed up.  From this vantage he could see her neatly 
trimmed pubic hair and just a hint of her pink pussy.  He could hold 
back no more, he walked over to her arched body and entered her pussy 
with his rock hard prick.  

	He reached over and typed, "HOLD THE POSITION, BUT RESPOND TO MY 
MINISTRATIONS," just as he started to pump.  He couldn't see her face, 
but could easily hear her groans of pleasure.   It didn't take long for 
him to dump his load, she had the most amazingly tight pussy.  He was 
surprised she could hold herself in such a position, the strength 
required must have been amazing.  

	"GET UP," he typed.  She immediately slumped to the ground, hitting the 
floor pretty hard.  Her muscles must have been exhausted.  Slowly, Cindy 
got to her feet and stood in front of him.  

	"That was amazing," she said with an excited voice.  Her beautiful face 
was flushed and she was clearly exhausted from their lovemaking.  

	"Yes it was, and we'll do it again later.  For now, let's just plan 
what to do next," he replied.  

	"I don't know how you are doing this to me, but I must say, I like it.  
I never thought I could submit myself to another so completely, but now 
that I've done that, it feels great," she said.  

	He never thought of it from his victims' point of view, but it makes 
perfect sense.  Mind control brings out the any submissive tendencies 
that exist.  

	"What do you think we should do next," he asked her.  

	"I could bring you some other playthings if you'd like," she asked with 
some excitement in her voice.  He needed to test the headset 
communicator so figured it couldn't hurt.  

	"Okay Cindy, what I want you to do is bring me the most beautiful woman 
you know," he replied.  She smiled brightly and said it shouldn't take 
long.   She almost ran out of the room.   


Chapter 1 End


Chapter 2 - Michelle Smyth - Growing and Diminishing Knowledge

	As she ran out of the room, he walked over to the computer.  He wanted 
to see what she was thinking about.  The screen scrolled on, telling him 
that she was doing what she was supposed to be.  A woman's name scrolled 
across the screen but he didn't know who it was.  Michelle Smyth was the 
name whom he assumed would be the woman Cindy Crawford brought him to be 
his new slave.  

	He started to setup the next notebook.  This time it was different, the 
communication device he wanted to test used skin contact that he thought 
would make things work quicker.   At least he hoped this would be the 
case.  

	It was getting late but he was far too anxious to go to sleep.  Around 
midnight there was a small knock on his door.  Slowly he got up and 
opened the door.  Standing at his door was the most amazingly beautiful 
woman he had ever seen.  She had long flowing blond hair, piercing blue 
eyes and a body that would kill for.  

	"Excuse me a moment," he said as he switched the remote for the new 
computer.  He used the focus only to send the message to the woman that 
she wanted very much to come into the room and sit.

	"Oh, that's okay sir.  My name is Michelle.  Cindy asked me to come by, 
and since she is who she is, I figured I'd listen," the sultry blond 
said as she walked into the room and sat at the chair he setup.  

	"I'm running some intelligence tests with this machine here.  I asked 
Cindy to bring anyone she thought was smart enough to qualify for the 
test," he reply, almost panting to be with this woman.  

	"Ahhh, well, I don't know if I should do this, it seems sorta strange 
to be here in the middle of the night," the young woman replied.  

	"It shouldn't take long, all you need to do is listen to a tape, it 
takes about fifteen minutes," he said.  

	"Well, all right.  If Ms. Crawford trusts you, I guess I can too," she 
finally relented.  She obviously didn't trust him, but didn't know a way 
out without upsetting Cindy.  This was just as well to him, she would be 
his possession within minutes.  

	He positioned the mind expander over her ears.  This was a critical 
test and he was very nervous.   He slowly typed into Michelle's data 
computer to start the gather process.  A buzz notified him that the 
process was starting.  

	He watched the young woman closely.  When the process started she was 
sitting nervously at the edge of her chair.  He seen her eyes open wide 
when the process started.  She reached towards the headset with the 
obvious intent to remove it.  Before she could accomplish this the first 
commands got through her consciousness.  That command was sit back, 
relax and let the experiment finish.  Her hand simply fell back to her 
lap.  

	As the program gathered information about this beautiful young woman it 
rewrote some portions of her memory.  He could imagine what it would be 
like, feeling your memories disappearing.  She stared up at him, trying 
to say something but unable to.  She opened and closed her mouth.  Her 
eyes got wider and wider as the process continued.  She was fighting 
with all her will, and knowing she would lose.  

	After a few minutes of this she fought no more.  She simply slumped in 
the chair and stared ahead.  Her eyes had a glazed over look.  She must 
have realized her old life was over, and a new more exciting one was 
starting.  She sat and stared at him with a dim hatred slowly being 
replaced with love.  

	The screen was scrolling far faster then it had with Cindy.  It took 
only a few minutes to complete the gathering of her entire personality, 
her entire life.  He had written this program to change areas of her 
memory that made her an independent person.  She now needed him far more 
then any adult needed another.  

	"May I speak, my lord," she asked meekly.  In a matter of fifteen 
minutes she had changed from a strong willed, independent young woman to 
his slave.  He could always change her back if he got bored, but he 
didn't think this would be needed.  

	"You may," he quietly replied.  He was nervous, hoping the process 
hadn't destroyed her personality completely.

	"What can I do for you?  Please let me pleasure you," she blurted out.  
She fell to her knees in submission.  

	"Okay, we need a few rules," he replied.  She looked up at him.  

	"First, you will act normally when you're not along with me.  Act as 
you had before.  When we are alone, you must do everything I say.  You 
will refer to me as Michael outside, and Master or My Lord inside," he 
informed her.  

	"I'm going to get Cindy to help your career out.  You will work hard at 
getting rich since this will please your new master," he told her.  

	She brightened up as he told her what she would do.  

Chapter 2 End