The Great Russo
By EVILTWINMORDRED
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The Great Russo looked the Italian beauty over once more. She was perhaps the most attractive woman in Vienna. Dark haired but with remarkable blue eyes. He also ired her fine clothing and jewelry. Here was a true opportunity for both carnal and financial gain.
The one concern muddying the waters was her story, which made no sense to him. Was she perhaps an agent of some authority seeking to bring him to justice?
“So, Miss….if I have understood you, you are vexed by pain that strikes your temples…….and due to this malady you suffer from insomnia, correct?”
“Yes, Doctor. It is just so.”
“Yet, if I may say so, you don’t appear as if you have missed the blessings of slumber.”
“I…..have some skills with make up…I assure you, sir, I feel much worse than my countenance appears.”
“How did you learn of my modest therapeutic services?”
“The Countess von Ritter told me she had similar vexations, and you worked miracles for her.”
“Yes. The Countess proved quite open to Suggestion, to the Art of…..”
“Mesmerism….yes…..you hypnotized her.”
Russo was a keen observer of people, like all brilliant conmen. He noted how her breath caught just before saying the words “mesmerism” and “hypnotized.” He tested his newly formed hypothesis. He sat down and gazed into her blue eyes.
“And you are here, Dear Lady, to be hypnotized.” He noted the flush that arose from her bosom to her face and she quickly looked down, her breathing increasing in pace.
She slowly nodded her head.
Inwardly, Russo smiled. This Cara Vendetti was here under false premises…..but not for the police.
She like many women equated mesmerism with a kind of carnal act. Her very being yearned to surrender her will to the animal magnetism of a man such as he.
Russo would never disappoint such a beauty.
Suddenly, he raised his right hand to eye level. In an authoritative voice he said:
“Look at me, Miss Vendetti……I command you to look at me.”
His sudden change in tone shocked her, and her head reflexively shot up.
Slowly, like a dancing cobra enchanting its prey, his hand began to sway side to side. Her gaze fixed on his fingertips, and soon her head swayed in rhythm with his hand.
Now he modulated his voice so that it was quieter and deeper:
“Miss Vendetti….all creatures on this orb exude miasma…..fluidlike substances. When you concentrate on my fingertips as you are now, you will see tendrils of my miasma emit like small trails of black smoke.”
“Yes……I see the black smoke….” Her lovely voice sounded both amazed and enchanted.
“It is my will now enveloping you……….replacing your own.”
“My…My will…wait….I…..”
His voice became commanding again.
“My will commands you now, commands you to SLEEP.” As he said this last word, he sharply brought his hand down to his lap. He was rewarded by Cara’s eyes slamming shut, and her chin falling to her bosom. He saw her breathing becoming slow and even.
But Russo knew she was not actually asleep. Modulating his voice again, he said:
“Cara Vendetti……though your mind sleeps…..you hear my voice.”
Her head almost imperceptibly nodded.
“Speak, girl. I command you to answer me aloud.”
“Yesssssss…..I hear you.” Her voice was barely a murmur.
“You hear me, my pretty one, because you want…you need...you must have my mesmerism, is that not true?”
“Oh yessssss, Doctor……please……I want it so very, very much.”
“The headaches….that was just a subterfuge to gain access to my mesmeric powers. True?”
A tear rolled down her dimpled cheek.
“Yes…….I….I am so sorry I tried to trick you……I love hypnotism so much….Helga….the Countess I mean….said you were so powerful, I just had to meet you and experience your trance….please Doctor forgive me….I’ll do anything for you to experience your spell.”
“Anything?”
She again nodded her head.
He gently began rubbing her temples with his thumbs.
“Feel my miasma flow from my thumbs into your pretty head, like a warm, comforting mist, do you feel it painlessly penetrating into the deepest recesses of your mind, Cara?”
“Mmmmmmm yessss, Doctor.”
“It dissolves all thoughts….all cares……all worries….replacing them with just one thing….my will.”
“Your will.”
“Yes, my will. When you are in this tranquil, delicious state of trance, all you know, all you care to know is my dominant will. From this point forward, I am your Master, and you are my compliant slave. When you are in trance, there is no command from me that you can deny.”
“Yessss…..Master.”
Russo smiled. He stopped massaging her temples. Her chin fell again to her bosom.
“When I bid, you now sit up straight, hold your head up, open your eyes and gaze into mine. Even though your eyes open, your mind and will remain asleep for your Master. Do it now, Cara.”
She obeyed and soon her pretty blue eyes were locked onto his. Her lips were half parted in wonder.
She was deep, and he suspected that her desires would help make her the most remarkable of subjects. But he had to be sure. An idea came to him.
“Tell, me Cara….back at your families estate…..there were comely peasant girls working the fields, no?”
“Yessss……many, Master. Some were very pretty.”
“Tell your Master, during the hot seasons, what would these pretty peasant girls wear on their feet?”
“They…they…nothing Master. They work barefoot.”
“Well then, since you are now my property, you should emulate them.”
There was a slight hesitation, then Cara began the long process of untying her boots, kicking them off, and removing her silk stockings. Her feet were dainty, pretty with high arches and milk white skin.
Russo watched all of this utterly enjoying the view. She had ed the first test. Now to escalate her trial.
“Tell me, my beautiful barefooted peasant girl ……what happens when the master desires such a treasure on his estate?”
Her answer came with no hesitation, though her face was very flushed.
“She pleases him, Master.”
Cara padded to Russo, and ed her second test spectacularly well.