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Hypno Celeb 46: Michelle Pfeiffer
by MAW
MC,MF

     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.
     An idea that's been kicking around in my head for a long
while now. Hope you like it.  All comments and
suggestions/scenarios welcomed. Enjoy.


     Michelle Pfeiffer ran a hand through her hair as she walked
to her trailer. Shooting had wrapped for the day on her latest
movie and she was anxious to get a nap before catching some
dinner. Her scraggly blond hair framed her gorgeous face as she
walked up to her trailer. She wore a red shirt with slacks. She
was already imagining how good her bed felt as she opened the
door to the trailer. She entered it and stopped short, staring at
the young man who sat in a chair next to a table. He wasn't that
noticeable. A nice face with short blond hair, pretty much the
kind of guy you didn't give a second glance at.
     "Who the hell are you?" she asked. The man looked up at her
with a polite smile. "Hi, I'm Simon. I'm a big fan, Ms. Pfiffer,
really."
     "Well, I'm always happy to meet a fan, Simon, but breaking
into my trailer isn't exactly the best way to get an autograph."
     "I apologize for that, really. I just had to meet you and
show you the most amazing device. I'm test-marketing it for the
celebrity class and I think it will do wonders to help you."
     "Okay, I'm intrigued," Michelle said. "I'll hold off calling
security for five minutes. Make them count."
     Grinning, Simon reached under his chair and brought out a
small device. It appeared to be a large box with some controls
and buttons. A rod from the top held up a small metallic ball. A
pair of headphones extended from the bottom of the box. "Put
these on," Simon said, handing them to Michelle. "It enhances the
experience." Humoring him, Michelle put the headphones on as
Simon hit a couple of switches on the box. "All right," he said.
"Just look at the ball and get ready to have your mind blown
away."
     By the time, Michelle detected the humor in his voice, it
was too late. Simon hit a button and a small light began to glow,
illuminating the ball. The ball began to spin in place and a
sudden, high-pitched whine erupted from the earphones. It was a
specialized subsonic signal that attacked Michelle's conscious
mind and began to shut it off. The ball was a distraction,
something to occupy Michelle's vision and mind while the signal
did its work. Michelle's face slackened as the device did its
work, her eyes stuck to the spinning ball, the lights flashing
into her eyes. The signal swiftly made its alterations and then
subsided, leaving Michelle totally subversient to Simon's will.
     Simon reached over and took off the headphones. Michelle
didn't react to the action or when Simon turned off the device.
Her eyes stayed glued to the metal ball which was now resting in
place. "Michelle, can you hear me?" Simon asked.
     "Yes," Michelle replied. Her voice was still clear, but her
mind was now clouded, unable to think on its own without Simon's
express wishes.
     "Good. Now, Michelle, I want you to listen very carefully to
what I'm about to say." Simon grinned as he imagined a long-time
dream of his coming true.

     Simon lounged in the bed of his hotel room, dressed only in
a bathrobe. His hair was still wet from the shower and he was
prepared to enjoy the fun he had laid out for the evening. It had
taken some doing, but he had good sources and certain people who
owed him. He glanced at his watch and cocked his head. He heard a
shuffle as the window of his penthouse suite was opened. Right on
time.
     He stood up, straightening his robe and walking towards the
main room. He paused in the doorway and took in the sight before
him. Michelle Pfiffer stood in the middle of the room, dressed in
a tight black outfit with a mask over her features. Pointed ears
were attached to the top of the mask and she looked at Simon with
hard eyes. "Well, well," Simon said. "The Catwoman. What a
pleasant surprise."
     "Move it or lose it, pal." Simon's programming had
completely repressed Michelle's personality. As far as she was
concerned, she was Catwoman, a thief who wasn't going to take
crap from anyone. "I'm not staying to chat."
     "Not to chat, but I think you will stay." Simon held up a
small strobe light and began flashing it into Michelle's eyes.
She swayed in place, blinking at the sudden light. It was a
harmless strobe, but it activated another part of Simon's
programming. As far as Catwoman was concerned, this was a
hypnotic light, melting away her will. "Don't fight it,
Catwoman," Simon said. "You can't resist me." Catwoman's eyes
closed as the post-hypnotic command took over.
     "Open your eyes, Catwoman," Simon said. "Come over here."
Michelle took slow steps toward Simon. He took her by the thin
hips and pulled her in, kissing her. She responded with heat,
pushing her tongue into his mouth. He broke off and looked at
her. "You belong to me," he said. "You exist only to serve me."
He untied the belt on his robe and slipped it off, exposing his
body. He pulled it off as he took Michelle over to the bed,
pushing her down and straddling over her. He ran a hand up and
down her body, enjoying the feeling of the tight cloth over her
skin. 
     As they kissed again, Ralph began unzipping certain sections
of the outfit. He slipped off the chest area, exposing Michelle's
breasts. A few more zips exposed her blond clit. She moaned as
she felt the cool air hit the skin and hair. He kept the suit
patches on her legs, arms, hands and face. It added to the
aroused feeling that was hardening his cock. He buried his head
in her cleavage and kissed both of her nipples. She moaned as she
felt his hands run down her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, up
and down in slow, methodical movements that helped push her
further into ecstasy. 
     Simon couldn't wait any longer, he had to have her. His cock
was actually sore holding in its liquid. He embraced her again,
pushing his rod inside her as he did. He began to pump her, his
cock moving in and out in slow, rhythmic movements. He licked at
her breasts as he pumped her, eliciting a series of gasps that
rose in volume and intensity. Michelle's gloved hands ran down
Simon's back as she felt his tool dive deeper into her. He
ejaculated with a yell, which was drowned out by Michelle's cry
as she felt herself come us well. They lay together for a moment,
before he pulled his wet cock out of her.
     Simon kneeled down towards Michelle's masked face. "Suck it,
Catwoman," he ordered. "Suck it all the way." Michelle complied,
taking Simon's rod and pushing it into her mouth. She slowly
suckled at it, running her tongue up and down the erect member,
her gloved hands tickling at Simon's balls. It sent goosebumps
down him as he pushed his cock in and out of her mouth. She took
it down her throat, then pushed it out and licked the very tip of
it. It was enough to send Simon in another throe of passion and
he spat his semen onto Michelle's face, spilling it onto her
mask. He let her lick at his tool while he absently ran a finger
down her cum-covered face.
     Two hours later, the two were lying in bed together, spent.
Simon had taken her every way he could think of and it had been
wonderful. And this was only beginning. Catwoman had been his
favorite fantasy with Michelle, but it was hardly his only. He
pictured her on a piano, in the dress from "The Fabulous Baker
Boys." He knew her voice was going to be doing more than singing.


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