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11-01-2007, 02:34 PM
Hypno Celeb 23: Angie Everhart
by MAW
MC,FF
Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave
now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you
feel like trying this, seek help.
This story is based on a manufactured image at
Privatepages. There, you'll find dozens of pictures,
real and faked, of hypnotized women. Enjoy the story and the
site.
The small inn was located in the Pacific Northwest, about
fifty miles outside of Portland. It was nestled inside the
woods, surrounded by trees, gorgeous scenery and a huge lake.
Its perks included room service, top of the line
accommodations, a pool and a well-serviced piano bar. The inn
made for a great place to get away from it all, a place people
could go to relax and enjoy the quiet. Naturally, it had
already become a favorite of celebrities looking for a quiet
vacation.
The sun was setting as Angie Everhart walked into the
lounge. The tall, gorgeous redhead was wearing a black suit
that clung well to her shapely form. She sat down in an easy
chair,
gazing out the window towards the lake. The lounge was quiet,
the evening crowd not due for a while. Angie liked the quiet
as it
gave her more of a chance to relax after a difficult movie
shoot. A week of peace by herself was just what she needed.
She was considering what to do for dinner when she saw a
young woman enter the bar. She appeared to be in her twenties,
mildly attractive, with short raven hair and wore a pair of
jeans and a sweatshirt. It took a moment for Angie to
recognize her as one of the cleaning ladies who'd worked in
her room that
afternoon. Jamie, if she recalled correctly. She'd seemed
friendly enough, probably working here to pay college bills.
Angie felt for her a little. It was easy for women in her
business to forget that a quirk of genetics could have sent
them along that path.
Jamie caught Angie's gaze and smiled, coming up to her.
Angie smiled, but inwardly prepared herself. Ten to one, Jamie
was going to ask how one got into the modeling biz. Well, she
did have potential, but Angie wanted her to understand what
came with the fame. "Ms. Everhart?" Jamie said. "I'm sorry,
usually I don't talk to guests, but I'm a big fan and I've
been hoping you'd come here."
"Thank you, Jamie. Is there something you want to ask me?"
"Actually, there's something I wanted to show you," Jamie
said, pulling something out of her pocket. She held her hand
in a fist and then opened it. A chain fell out from her
fingers, the
index finger and thumb holding it as it unfolded to show a
small, pear-shaped amber pendant. The instant Angie saw it,
the pendant glowed. Angie stared at it, a wave of relaxation
coming over her as she watched. The pendant's glow seemed to
fill her eyes and
seep into her brain, dulling her mind and will. A small part
of
her tried to fight it, but she never stood a chance. Her face
went blank as her mind effectively shut off.
Jamie grinned as she saw the jewel's spell take hold. It
had never failed her yet. Angie was the finest "subject" she'd
had. She hadn't been lying when she said she was a huge fan.
Now, she had the chance to make her dreams come true.
"Angie, stand up and follow me." Angie obediently stood
and walked behind Jamie, her face devoid of expression. She
followed Jamie down the hall and through a door marked
"Employees Only." Cutting through a large storage area, Jamie
led Angie down
another hall and to a large door. Glancing around to make sure
no one was there, Jamie unlocked the door and led the
hypnotized
Angie in.
Inside was a spacious room. There were no lights save for
those coming from candles placed around the room and the light
of a fireplace roaring. "I 'encouraged' the room's residents
to spend a night out," Jamie said to the oblivious Angie. "We
should have some privacy." Taking Angie's hand, Jamie led her
into the sitting room. They came to a stop on top of a shag
rug in front
of the fireplace. Jamie took Angie's head in her hands and
gazed up into her blank eyes.
"Angie, listen to me." Jamie spoke in a commanding tone.
"That amulet has been in my family for generations. It's
magical and you've felt its effect. You have no will and no
mind. You can only do what I say. You want to do what I say.
It will make you
feel so good to do that. Do you understand?"
"..Yes.." Angie said through parted lips.
"I want to make love to you, Angie. I want you to let me
have you, explore you, kiss you, touch you. I want you badly
and you want me. Do you understand?"
"..Yes.." Angie said, licking her lips. Jamie pulled her
into a kiss. It was a slow kiss, their tongues wrapping around
each other, hesitantly at first, then with feeling. They
embraced and Jamie could feel Angie's bosom pushed against
her, giving her an added thrill. She broke away and quickly
pulled off her
clothes. She had a few pounds more than she wanted, but her
body was still attractive. "Step out of your shoes, Angie.
I'll
undress the rest of you." Angie stepped out of the heels,
taking a couple of inches off of her. Jamie slipped off her
dark jacket and placed it on the ground. She undid the skirt
and let it fall. She took a deep breath as she took in Angie,
standing only in a
slip and panties, with dark pantyhose. Hooking her fingers
underneath the straps, Jamie lifted and let go, letting the
slip fall to the ground, allowing Angie's breasts to fall
free. She
reached down and slowly slipped Angie's panties down her legs,
loving the feeling as her hands felt the silk leggings.
Nude, the two women kissed again and Jamie knew Angie's
entranced mind was beginning to feel a sense of pleasure. They
slowly went down to the rug, Jamie on top, Angie red hair
framing out around her. Jamie continued to kiss her idol,
breaking off to slowly lower herself down the incredible body.
She buried her
head in between Angie's breasts, licking at that wonderful
cleavage. As she placed kisses on Angie's bosom, her hand
crawled down until it came to the dark patch exposed in
between the
silken legs. She tickled it, softly at first, then placed two
fingers inside and began massaging the clit. Angie moaned as
she felt the pleasure build within her. Jamie gently suckled a
nipple as she continued to finger the model, moistness coming
onto her
fingers. She sucked at the nipple like a child as her fingers
increased their pressure. With a moan, Angie came, her cum
spilling onto Jamie's fingers. Jamie withdrew the soaked hand
and used it to massage Angie's other breast.
After a long minute of suckling, Jamie sat herself on
Angie, her dark pussy over the model's face. "Lick me, Angie,"
she said in a husky voice. "Eat me out." Angie complied and
began lapping at Jamie's pussy. Jamie moaned and then smiled
as she realized
Angie was learning quickly. Her buttocks sat right above
Angie's breasts and she slowly rocked herself back and forth.
One of
Angie's hands was placed on Jamie's thigh. The other moved up
Jamie's body to a soft breast, squeezing it. Jamie continued
her rythym, her gentle rocking managing to heighten the
pleasure.
Angie managed to keep her licking in tempo with the rocking
and
it wasn't long before Jamie's juices spilled onto her face.
An hour later, Jamie and Angie were back in the lounge.
Angie was cleaned and in the chair she had been occupying
before. Jamie looked her in the eyes and spoke softly. "Angie,
when I touch your forehead, you will close your eyes and count
to ten.
When you reach ten, you will wake up and remember nothing of
what has happened here. You will not remember seeing me or of
leaving this lounge. You will believe you have been here all
the time.
Good-bye, Angie." Jamie tapped her fingers against the
forehead. Angie eyes closed and her lips parted slightly as
she began to
count under her breath. Jamie stood up and walked away,
smiling. Who knows, she might bump in Angie again over the
week.
Angie blinked, confused. She felt strange, like a wave of
dizziness had come over her. She glanced outside and her eyes
widened slightly. She knew night came quickly, but this was
amazing. If she didn't know better, she'd have thought it was
much later than it was. Shrugging, she got up and started
heading towards the dining room. Strange, she hadn't been
aware her
panties were riding on her so much. Or that she felt a
little -- wet.
by MAW
MC,FF
Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave
now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you
feel like trying this, seek help.
This story is based on a manufactured image at
Privatepages. There, you'll find dozens of pictures,
real and faked, of hypnotized women. Enjoy the story and the
site.
The small inn was located in the Pacific Northwest, about
fifty miles outside of Portland. It was nestled inside the
woods, surrounded by trees, gorgeous scenery and a huge lake.
Its perks included room service, top of the line
accommodations, a pool and a well-serviced piano bar. The inn
made for a great place to get away from it all, a place people
could go to relax and enjoy the quiet. Naturally, it had
already become a favorite of celebrities looking for a quiet
vacation.
The sun was setting as Angie Everhart walked into the
lounge. The tall, gorgeous redhead was wearing a black suit
that clung well to her shapely form. She sat down in an easy
chair,
gazing out the window towards the lake. The lounge was quiet,
the evening crowd not due for a while. Angie liked the quiet
as it
gave her more of a chance to relax after a difficult movie
shoot. A week of peace by herself was just what she needed.
She was considering what to do for dinner when she saw a
young woman enter the bar. She appeared to be in her twenties,
mildly attractive, with short raven hair and wore a pair of
jeans and a sweatshirt. It took a moment for Angie to
recognize her as one of the cleaning ladies who'd worked in
her room that
afternoon. Jamie, if she recalled correctly. She'd seemed
friendly enough, probably working here to pay college bills.
Angie felt for her a little. It was easy for women in her
business to forget that a quirk of genetics could have sent
them along that path.
Jamie caught Angie's gaze and smiled, coming up to her.
Angie smiled, but inwardly prepared herself. Ten to one, Jamie
was going to ask how one got into the modeling biz. Well, she
did have potential, but Angie wanted her to understand what
came with the fame. "Ms. Everhart?" Jamie said. "I'm sorry,
usually I don't talk to guests, but I'm a big fan and I've
been hoping you'd come here."
"Thank you, Jamie. Is there something you want to ask me?"
"Actually, there's something I wanted to show you," Jamie
said, pulling something out of her pocket. She held her hand
in a fist and then opened it. A chain fell out from her
fingers, the
index finger and thumb holding it as it unfolded to show a
small, pear-shaped amber pendant. The instant Angie saw it,
the pendant glowed. Angie stared at it, a wave of relaxation
coming over her as she watched. The pendant's glow seemed to
fill her eyes and
seep into her brain, dulling her mind and will. A small part
of
her tried to fight it, but she never stood a chance. Her face
went blank as her mind effectively shut off.
Jamie grinned as she saw the jewel's spell take hold. It
had never failed her yet. Angie was the finest "subject" she'd
had. She hadn't been lying when she said she was a huge fan.
Now, she had the chance to make her dreams come true.
"Angie, stand up and follow me." Angie obediently stood
and walked behind Jamie, her face devoid of expression. She
followed Jamie down the hall and through a door marked
"Employees Only." Cutting through a large storage area, Jamie
led Angie down
another hall and to a large door. Glancing around to make sure
no one was there, Jamie unlocked the door and led the
hypnotized
Angie in.
Inside was a spacious room. There were no lights save for
those coming from candles placed around the room and the light
of a fireplace roaring. "I 'encouraged' the room's residents
to spend a night out," Jamie said to the oblivious Angie. "We
should have some privacy." Taking Angie's hand, Jamie led her
into the sitting room. They came to a stop on top of a shag
rug in front
of the fireplace. Jamie took Angie's head in her hands and
gazed up into her blank eyes.
"Angie, listen to me." Jamie spoke in a commanding tone.
"That amulet has been in my family for generations. It's
magical and you've felt its effect. You have no will and no
mind. You can only do what I say. You want to do what I say.
It will make you
feel so good to do that. Do you understand?"
"..Yes.." Angie said through parted lips.
"I want to make love to you, Angie. I want you to let me
have you, explore you, kiss you, touch you. I want you badly
and you want me. Do you understand?"
"..Yes.." Angie said, licking her lips. Jamie pulled her
into a kiss. It was a slow kiss, their tongues wrapping around
each other, hesitantly at first, then with feeling. They
embraced and Jamie could feel Angie's bosom pushed against
her, giving her an added thrill. She broke away and quickly
pulled off her
clothes. She had a few pounds more than she wanted, but her
body was still attractive. "Step out of your shoes, Angie.
I'll
undress the rest of you." Angie stepped out of the heels,
taking a couple of inches off of her. Jamie slipped off her
dark jacket and placed it on the ground. She undid the skirt
and let it fall. She took a deep breath as she took in Angie,
standing only in a
slip and panties, with dark pantyhose. Hooking her fingers
underneath the straps, Jamie lifted and let go, letting the
slip fall to the ground, allowing Angie's breasts to fall
free. She
reached down and slowly slipped Angie's panties down her legs,
loving the feeling as her hands felt the silk leggings.
Nude, the two women kissed again and Jamie knew Angie's
entranced mind was beginning to feel a sense of pleasure. They
slowly went down to the rug, Jamie on top, Angie red hair
framing out around her. Jamie continued to kiss her idol,
breaking off to slowly lower herself down the incredible body.
She buried her
head in between Angie's breasts, licking at that wonderful
cleavage. As she placed kisses on Angie's bosom, her hand
crawled down until it came to the dark patch exposed in
between the
silken legs. She tickled it, softly at first, then placed two
fingers inside and began massaging the clit. Angie moaned as
she felt the pleasure build within her. Jamie gently suckled a
nipple as she continued to finger the model, moistness coming
onto her
fingers. She sucked at the nipple like a child as her fingers
increased their pressure. With a moan, Angie came, her cum
spilling onto Jamie's fingers. Jamie withdrew the soaked hand
and used it to massage Angie's other breast.
After a long minute of suckling, Jamie sat herself on
Angie, her dark pussy over the model's face. "Lick me, Angie,"
she said in a husky voice. "Eat me out." Angie complied and
began lapping at Jamie's pussy. Jamie moaned and then smiled
as she realized
Angie was learning quickly. Her buttocks sat right above
Angie's breasts and she slowly rocked herself back and forth.
One of
Angie's hands was placed on Jamie's thigh. The other moved up
Jamie's body to a soft breast, squeezing it. Jamie continued
her rythym, her gentle rocking managing to heighten the
pleasure.
Angie managed to keep her licking in tempo with the rocking
and
it wasn't long before Jamie's juices spilled onto her face.
An hour later, Jamie and Angie were back in the lounge.
Angie was cleaned and in the chair she had been occupying
before. Jamie looked her in the eyes and spoke softly. "Angie,
when I touch your forehead, you will close your eyes and count
to ten.
When you reach ten, you will wake up and remember nothing of
what has happened here. You will not remember seeing me or of
leaving this lounge. You will believe you have been here all
the time.
Good-bye, Angie." Jamie tapped her fingers against the
forehead. Angie eyes closed and her lips parted slightly as
she began to
count under her breath. Jamie stood up and walked away,
smiling. Who knows, she might bump in Angie again over the
week.
Angie blinked, confused. She felt strange, like a wave of
dizziness had come over her. She glanced outside and her eyes
widened slightly. She knew night came quickly, but this was
amazing. If she didn't know better, she'd have thought it was
much later than it was. Shrugging, she got up and started
heading towards the dining room. Strange, she hadn't been
aware her
panties were riding on her so much. Or that she felt a
little -- wet.