{"id":2493,"date":"2014-03-14T03:04:01","date_gmt":"2014-03-14T03:04:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/?p=2493"},"modified":"2014-03-14T03:04:01","modified_gmt":"2014-03-14T03:04:01","slug":"diary-of-a-fugitive","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/diary-of-a-fugitive\/","title":{"rendered":"Diary of a Fugitive"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Thursday<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I finally broke free. I skipped my session with her yesterday, loaded my car, and headed out of town. I don\u2019t know where I am going, but I must flee. This is my last chance to escape her control. I know this is right. I feel exhilarated. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Friday<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Last night I was on her couch, listening to her silken voice as she put me under. When I woke up in the motel room I was disoriented\u2026disappointed. This is natural. I don\u2019t have to be worried. There will be a period of adjustment, but eventually I will be fine.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Saturday<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Lost an hour today. Set out at dawn and drove, stopping only to sit down at a truck-stop lunch counter at noon. As I stirred my coffee the song \u201cBrick House\u201d began playing over the radio. The next I remember, it was 1:00 PM and the waitress was asking me, \u201cWho is Goddess Marquesa?\u201d I had been saying her name over and over again. It is difficult to plan my escape without knowing exactly what she has done to my mind.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Sunday<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I saw her today. I walked from my hotel to a nearby church, mainly to think. Difficult to focus on prayer. As I left I saw her across the street, in the doorway of a small drug store. She was wearing dark glasses and a scarf, but those legs, those breasts- it had to be her. She looked at me for a few moments and went into the store. Could she have followed me here? Does she know where I am staying? I ran back to my hotel soon as she was gone. I keep expecting a knock on the door, but\u2026nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Monday<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Drove all day yesterday to put as much distance as possible between me and my last location. As I lay down to sleep the room phone rang. I picked up the receiver but got no answer from the other end of the line. \u201cGoddess? Goddess?\u201d I said in a panicked voice. Nothing but soft breathing, then a click.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Tuesday<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A new town, a new hotel. No bad moments today. Maybe I\u2019m getting better.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Wednesday<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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In the early hours of the morning I found myself tied to the bed. She was on top of me, her exquisite ass straddling my thighs. I tried to speak, but I was gagged. She didn\u2019t say a word; she just ran her long fingers over my flesh, teasing my nipples erect and raising goose flesh all over my body. When my cock was pulsating granite, she took me inside her and thrust until I exploded as if the world were ending. When I woke up and found that I was not tied down I curled into the fetal position amid the soiled sheets and cried like a baby. I have to pull myself together.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Thursday<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I reached the east coast after driving all day today. I walked down to the waterfront to get a glimpse of the Atlantic. From the corner of my eye I thought I saw her, but when I turned to look she was gone. Tomorrow I head south.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Friday<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She was there again. In a car, watching me from the parking lot of the diner in which I ate breakfast. The windows were tinted and the light wasn\u2019t good, but I know it was her\u2026I could feel<\/i> her watching me. When I ran out into the parking lot to confront her the car started up and pulled away. How does she know where I am going? Can she read my mind? Did she implant my route in my head before I left? I feel like a rat running through a maze.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Saturday<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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As I was about to leave my room this morning I found a note on the nightstand: \u201cDear Goddess, I will be traveling to the _____ Motel in ______.\u201d It was in my handwriting. I don\u2019t remember writing any note. I have to be more careful; I have to watch myself. The closing of the note read, \u201cYour slave.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Sunday<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The phone rang again early this morning, waking me from a deep sleep. I answered it.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHello, puppet.\u201d Even in my terror and disbelief her voice tasted like candy in my ear. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI want what you want.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI want to be free.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYou don\u2019t know what freedom is.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cJust what I said.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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My breath came up short. It was hard to speak. \u201cAm I really having this conversation?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhat do you think?\u201d the voice on the other end was purring.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cIt\u2019s hard to know what is real.<\/i>\u201d We both said it at the same time. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A long pause. \u201cYou know one thing for sure, puppet.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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My heart pounded. I wrestled for a reply. \u201cPlease\u2026.don\u2019t make me say it\u2026,\u201d I finally blurted out. My voice was pleading. I was on the edge of tears again.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cAw, dear boy. It won\u2019t be I who makes you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I gasped, shocked by the sudden urge that seized me. My jaw spasmed, my lower lip quivered. A slight froth of saliva formed on my lips as I struggled to contain the words. Finally they burst out, like champagne forcing the cork of a bottle: \u201cI love you, Goddess\u2026.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She laughed. Oh, that sweet music. \u201cThat feels good, doesn\u2019t it, puppet?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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It did. Dear God, it did. As if a dam had broken, I couldn\u2019t stop. \u201cI love you, Goddess\u2026.I love you, Goddess\u2026I love you, Goddess\u2026.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I woke up at noon with the receiver still in my hand. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I have to get back on the road. Keep moving. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Tuesday<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Drove for forty hours straight under grey skies. No food. No sleep. Exhausted. This room is the worst yet, but I must rest.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Friday<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I could sense bright sunlight outside the window when I finally woke up, and felt lifted. When I opened the blinds to let the sun in I saw a lipstick stain on the pillow next to where my head had lain all night. The scent of her perfume still lingered in the air. I grabbed my things and ran for the car, panicked.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Saturday<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Spent the day in a new room, glancing back and forth between the phone and the window, wondering. Finally hunger got the best of me. I had noticed a decent restaurant across the highway and walked over, hoping to get a good meal and a stiff drink.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A sharply dressed maitre d\u2019 walked me to a table. She was seated there, waiting. Her green eyes followed me as I crossed the room and took the seat catty-corner to her. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYou look terrible, puppet.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI haven\u2019t eaten for a while.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cNo, that\u2019s not it. You\u2019ve been denying yourself, but it\u2019s not food that you need.\u201d My eyes were cast down, avoiding her. \u201cLook at me,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cAre you really here?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cDoes it matter?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I had no answer for that. I looked at her, letting my eyes travel over her perfectly shaped legs, her ample breasts, her heartbreaking face. She had been right. The sight of her was indescribably satisfying. More nourishing than food.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cThat\u2019s better, puppet. Some of your color is returning.\u201d She reached across and felt my cock through my jeans. It was ramrod stiff. \u201cOh, but poor baby. You\u2019re bursting. You need some relief.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I gazed into her eyes, lost in the feeling of her touch. She pursed her lips as if to kiss me. \u201cMasturbate for me,\u201d she ordered.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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My body obeyed her command spontaneously. Before I realized what I was doing, I was kneeling on the floor before her, my pants open and my cock in hand. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I didn\u2019t hear the screams of the other patrons or the crash of falling plates. The first thing I remember is being dragged toward the door by a waiter and a busboy, screaming, \u201cAm I here? Is this a dream? Wait! Goddess? Goddess!…..\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Sunday<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I woke up just now in a gully after driving sixteen hours non-stop due west. I must have fallen asleep at the wheel. I have to continue. Every minute I\u2019m apart from her is agony. I can\u2019t be concerned with food or sleep until I am at her feet. I think the car will run. If I drive straight through, I can be in California in forty-eight hours. If I fall on my face and beg, she will take me as her slave again- she must. I\u2019ve been foolish, I know, but she\u2019ll see. I\u2019ve suffered for my mistakes; I\u2019ve learned my lesson. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Goddess. Oh, dear, Sweet Goddess\u2026.I finally understand. I know what freedom is. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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