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Wave Goodbye by N. Trance

Postby Anostus » Sat Sep 23, 2017 8:36 pm

Does anyone know where to find Wave Goodbye by N. Trance?
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Re: Wave Goodbye by N. Trance

Postby Burke_Rakers » Sat Sep 23, 2017 9:25 pm

Hmmm...

Wasn't that posted at the Erotic Mind Control Archive back in the day? Am I confusing him with Ntrance, or is this someone else?
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Re: Wave Goodbye by N. Trance

Postby Anostus » Sat Sep 23, 2017 9:40 pm

It was, but unfortunately the Wayback Machine doesn't seem to have it.
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Re: Wave Goodbye by N. Trance

Postby Eidio » Sun Sep 24, 2017 12:59 pm

I dug through the way back machine. There are plenty of captures but I don't see him having ever put in a story called wave goodbye.
http://www.mcstories.com/Authors/Ntrance.html
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Re: Wave Goodbye by N. Trance

Postby skullbox » Fri Oct 06, 2017 10:03 pm

Here you go...

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Story: Wave Goodbye · Author: N. Trance
WAVE GOODBYE
by
N.TRANCE
USUAL DISCLAIMER :
READ NO FURTHER IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18
OR
IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY.
All characters, situations, and locations are purely fictional.
Not to be archived, reposted, nor redistributed by any means.
Archived on the Erotic Mind Control web site by permission from the author.
Written 09/98 by N.TRANCE. Comments and criticism welcomed.

COPYRIGHT © 1998
WAVE GOODBYE


Sophie Foster-Wallace, a young aspiring film actress, was only too delighted to
accept Mr Grant's invitation to join him on his private yacht. I mean this could
be the break she was looking for. She was tired of theatre work and crummy pay.
Bob Grant was one of Hollywood's biggest and brightest young producers. He
specialised in high-octane thrillers and saw himself very much as the next Don
Simpson. He worked hard and he partied hard... most of all he partied hard. And
in the great tradition of Hollywood Babylon he was rich enough, successful
enough and therefore powerful enough to get away with practically anything,
however unseemly.
Struggling to keep her white floppy brimmed sun hat on over her chestnut curls
and to prevent her white dress from rising up in the breeze Sophie climbed
aboard Mr Grant's yacht, closely followed by her boyfriend, Scott, tall, lean,
pony-tailed.
Bob Grant glowered behind his dark sunglasses but said nothing. The invitation
had not said Plus One. This was not how he liked to work. If this girlie was
going to get herself a part in one of his "side-line" films he'd have to deal
with this fucking jerk as well.
Sophie and Scott were directed straight up on to the deck. As they went Scott
thought he caught sight of two silhouetted figures moving about in the dim light
of the kitchen down below. He figured they weren't important enough to be
mentioned.
Bob poured them both a couple of Sea Breezes; vodka, cranberry juice and a dash
of grapefruit.
The engine purred into life and the expensive boat cut easily through the calm
blue waters, and the sea breeze eased the violence of the Californian sun.
Sophie pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes, shielding them from the glare.
By the time the land was nothing but a faint ridged line on the horizon the
guests had finished their drinks and Grant was leaning over to pour them a
refill. "Hey, these glasses're dirty," he said and dramatically threw them
overboard. Then, whilst Sophie and Scott's eyes were momentarily distracted by
their distant plop, he reached for two new glasses from a set which were already
laced with a fine yellow powder. He poured their vodka with a cocktail-like
flourish; holding the bottle high up in the air and letting the clear alcohol
flow in a glistening arc into their glasses.
Sophie and Scott were impressed. They couldn't know that, apart from showing off
- which admittedly he did with some flair, Bob's primary aim had been to speed
up the rate at which the vodka dissolved the powder in their fresh glasses.
Nevertheless, watching this particular feat of showmanship Sophie, for her part,
was glad that Scott had agreed to chaperone her; she'd heard all the rumours
about the casting couch and wanted to make it clear right at the outset that if
she couldn't land this part through her acting talents alone, then she didn't
want it at all.
"I'm very excited about this new project," Bob said. "It's gonna be fucking
huge. We're looking at a major summer release, blockbuster returns."
"Really, wow." Sophie's big eyes widened behind her shades with the thought of
it all; her name in lights, interviewed in a selection of five-star hotels
around the world.
"Won't be for another couple of years of course. Those special effects guys take
forever. But hey." He shrugged. "Just thinka the money."
"It's a really great script," she said.
"Of course," Bob said, with an air of arrogant dismissal.
Scott scoffed. There was no script... well, none to speak of at any rate. It was
all action directions with a tiny smattering of dialogue every five or six
pages. And dialogue like, "Oh my God, run!" and "Look out, it's coming this
way!" It was a joke, it wasn't cinema; it was a pyrotechnic theme park ride. An
insult to anyone with even the smallest bit of acting talent, let alone someone
like Sophie who had been described by one New York theatre critique as "a
brilliant, intuitive actress... a real find." Scott couldn't believe she was
prepared to sell out so quickly and schmooze some creep like this. Where was her
artistic integrity?
Bob said, "Here, let me fix you two guys another drink."
They accepted, even though they hadn't finished their second ones yet. This guy
could put them away.
(This guy was drinking water.)
Then after a while both Sophie and Scott began to feel strangely flushed. At
first it was just a slight tingling feeling which they put down to the sun. But
as the yacht sailed further and further out to sea the sensation began to
concern them. Though neither one mentioned it to the other for fear of upsetting
their host.
Bob talked on about the stars he'd worked with, the massive box offices
successes he'd had and all the A-list actresses he'd fucked on their way up.
"It's fucking me that made em," he joked. "That's what happens if you fuck Bob
Grant. Of course, if you fuck with me that's a different ball game," he said,
his face darkening with schizophrenic speed. "If you fuck with me you're dead."
As time went on Bob's wild braggadocio became more and more extreme, but both
Sophie and Scott were feeling so very disorientated that neither of them felt
much like talking, let alone challenging this brash young producer on his tales
of sex, violence and cocaine that he spooned like sugar onto his cereal.
But just as suddenly as Bob's face had darkened it softened again and he took
Sophie's hand in his thick paw, beginning to talk to her in a soft, comforting
tone. "Don't you find the sea amazingly calming, Sophie," he said. "Look at it,
look the waves... feel them gently rock the boat... so calming... so relaxing."
"Yes," Sophie said. "It is Bob... you're right."
"Of course I'm right," he said. "I'm big Bobby Grant."
Scott wasn't happy with the kind of attention this guy was paying to his
girlfriend, and yet he didn't feel inclined to do anything about it. Or more
importantly he didn't trust himself to stand up to him. Not in this state. All
he could do was watch passively as his girlfriend stared out to sea, being
fumbled by that arsehole.
"Feel the waves rock you gently, Sophie... ever so gently, how. Feel them soothe
you. Look at that vast expanse of beautiful clear blue water. Lose yourself in
it, Sophie. Lose yourself in the water. Leave you inhibitions there. Leave your
thoughts, your memories, your personality. Let your mind empty out into that
vast blue ocean. Blue eyes have that affect on you don't they Sophie. Eyes like
the ocean."
"Yessss," Sophie said distantly, hardly recognising her own voice. Although the
bit about the blue eyes confused her. He was wearing shades.
Then, judging the moment, Bob Grant let go of her hand and phoned down to the
lower deck. Within seconds, to Sophie's alarm and Scott's bemusement, both the
female maids Scott had glimpsed in the kitchen appeared dressed in a sexy parody
of a sailor's uniform, replete with naval epaulettes and stripes.
Both women were blondes from the school of plastic, surgically-enhanced beauty;
smooth firm bodies and large, pumped-up, silicone tits. They were heavily
made-up with full, collagen puffed lips painted a bright glistening red and
coated with a thick veneer of lip gloss. Their uniform consisted of tiny white
shorts that hugged their tight, exercised buttocks, a white blazer with a dark
blue trim open enough to afford an ample view of their augmented cleavages. The
costume was finished off with a blue and white peaked sailor's cap with a gold
band, and gold, nautically-themed earrings. They looked ready for a corny
photoshoot for Playboy.
Tottering on high heels and smiling vacantly Jasmine and Nicole served
refreshments without any sense of social embarrassment.
Bob said, "This is the part I've got in mind for you, Sophie Foster-Wallace, you
cute, dumb, dewy-eyed, little thing. Forget that script; I cast that part about
a year ago... but hey, you weren't right for it anyway so don't go fussing. No,
I'm going to give you the part of a lifetime. And when I say that I mean you're
gonna get to play it for a lifetime," he said and broke off laughing.
Sophie's horror was strangely muted; she couldn't seem to summon any real
response. Her heart was quivering but her thoughts seemed to be slowing down.
She realised he was laughing at her but couldn't quite join the dots in her
dazed mind. "Y-You c-can't get away with th-his," she stammered. "Scott won't
l-let you."
Scott looked over at the two of them. Had someone mentioned his name? He'd been
too busy staring at the blondes and coping with the erection straining in his
shorts.
Jasmine and Nicole were standing, smiling at their boss waiting patiently to be
told what to do next. They were so passive, doctored, painted and conditioned
that they actually looked fake, like mannequins in a sex shop window.
"Come here Jasmine," Bob Grant said, indicating for her to bend down whilst he
whispered his instructions.
Jasmine bent down, showing Scott even more of her deep cleavage. She smiled,
casually undid her blazer, walked over to the heaped bowl of mixed fruit, picked
out a large, juicy strawberry, bit into half of it and then ran the other half
over her chest, squeezing it so that the juice trickled over her rosy,
saucer-like areolae and nipples. Approaching Scott she proffered one of her
large, firm tits for his delectation.
At first Scott, conscious of his Sophie's presence, genuinely tried to push
Jasmine away away, but somewhere along the line the pushing changed to fondling
and pretty soon he was cupping her fruit stained breast and sucking and nibbling
it as if Sophie wasn't even there and Jasmine, herself, was a piece of fruit.
"Scott, wh-what're you doing?" Sophie protested feebly. Her head felt under the
grip of some of some powerful alien control.
"You've always wanted to play a submissive whore haven't you, Sophie," Nicole
said, training her big blue eyes on the new girl.
Sophie looked up at her and was immediately captivated by her eyes... so
calming... and blue like the ocean. "I..." Sophie murmured. She was so confused.
Nicole reached over and took Sophie's sunglasses away from her so that their
eyes could truly lock.
"Now's your big break, babe," Bob Grant laughed and coughed out his cigar smoke.
"I'm going to give you the chance to really stretch yourself with this one. Once
in a lifetime. Girl-on-girl action, the whole nine-yards. You'll be so
convincing no one will ever believe you were anything else. You were born to
play the slut, Sophie. It's your destiny. After all, look at Nicole and
Jasmine... they started out just the same as you. They both came here with hopes
of making the big-time, and look at them now, they've totally immersed
themselves in their roles."
"No... but... I..." Sophie said, still lost in Nicole's limpid blue eyes.
"Say, Scott," Bob said, turning his attention to her pony-tailed boyfriend. "How
would you like to watch your girlfriend eat out our female companions here."
Slowly Scott looked at Bob, then Sophie's pitiful, entreating face, then at
Nicole and Jasmine. "That would be fucking fantastic," he smiled lewdly.
Sophie was aghast. That expression... he didn't even look like Scott anymore,
his face was twisted and gloating. It was as if someone else was in there,
looking out.
"I think your girlfriend needs to be taught a lesson, don't you, Scott, honey,"
Nicole said, taking her cue from the snapping of Bob's fingers. "I think she
needs to be shown just what a dirty little whore she is."
Scott's eyes were glassy. "Yesss," he murmured. He was too drugged and aroused
to think straight. He just wanted to see his girlfriend rolling around with
these dirty bitches. It's the kind of thing most guys only get to dream of.
"Of course the part requires someone a little more stacked, Sophie," Bob said,
looking on. "But we can fix that. Don't you worry you're pretty head about a
thing."
"N-No, y-you can't," she said, feeling faint.
"Sophie, Sophie, Sophie," Jasmine said in a patronising tone. "Where are you
going to go? You're in the middle of the ocean, baby. You don't have a choice."
Slowly Jasmine and Nicole advanced towards her, peeling their blazers off and
flashing bright, hungry smiles. Sophie looked at them for some glint of mercy in
their eyes, but they were blank, brainwashed into lusty oblivion. But so
relaxingly blue.
Then Nicole pulled down her panties and spread Sophie's legs and Jasmine kissed
her with a wet, hungry, open mouth. Sophie's mind was reeling under this
sensuous feminine onslaught. She had always considered herself one hundred per
cent straight. But the combination of drugs and preliminary hypnosis had opened
her mind up to receive new ideas, new experiences, new commands.
Like Scott her attempts to wriggle away from these two horny sluts soon turned
into squirms of pleasure. Her cries of rebuttal quickly broke off into gasps of
desire as Nicole's tongue expertly played over her hot damp clit and before long
she was thrusting her cunt into her face and pulling Jasmine's red lips and
sweet breath onto her salivating mouth. Before she knew it Nicole was placing
pieces of fruit around her neatly trimmed blonde pubic hair and Sophie was down
on all fours, squealing with delight and eating them mixed down with traces of
her lovely cum.
Bob was capturing all this on video, of course.
As this went on Sophie grew into the part and her mind grew more and more
attuned to the girls' own vacant but voracious sexual needs. Her howls of
pleasure drifted faintly across the sea. There was no one around for miles. As
far as Bob Grant was concerned he had simply taken a naive young hopeful out on
his yacht and persuaded her that she held more promise as part of a female
threesome in a porno floorshow for his industry friends. She would set foot on
land convinced of this, and unaware of the change that had taken place.
In fact the longer they stayed out here the more bawdy Sophie became, changing
mentally and almost physically in front of their eyes. After about an hour of
this the two girls lead Sophie down into the sleeping quarters, helping her
change into her new uniform and dying her hair blonde with a cheap supermarket
bottle of hair-dye.
When she returned up on deck the transformation was complete; she looked and
acted exactly like Nicole and Jasmine. In fact only her chest size gave her away
as a novice.
Sitting down on Bob's lap and unzipped his fly, she said, "I do love being
around seamen." Smiling lewdly and letting out a dirty laugh, spreading her legs
and fingering her own dripping snatch for the Nicole's camera.
Scott laughed, leaning against the polished, starboard rail. "Wait til I tell my
friends at work about this," he said. "They're gonna have a fit."
"Oh yeah, you," Bob said, absentmindedly pulling out a cold steel handgun and
shooting him in the head. The blast flipped Scott backwards into the sea.
Sophie smiled vacantly and stripped naked for an all over tan.
THE END
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Re: Wave Goodbye by N. Trance

Postby Anostus » Sat Oct 07, 2017 2:31 am

Wow, thanks skullbox!
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Re: Wave Goodbye by N. Trance

Postby obviousagent » Thu Oct 12, 2017 1:26 pm

Awesome apart from Fancy dress on here does anyone have anything else by N.Trance?
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Re: Wave Goodbye by N. Trance

Postby Vended » Sat Oct 14, 2017 9:39 am

You should post it on the story section. ;)
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Re: Wave Goodbye by N. Trance

Postby obviousagent » Sun Oct 29, 2017 12:36 am

Fantastic, many thanks.
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