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Hypno Celeb 47: Minnie Driver
by MAW
MC,FF

     Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends anyone, leave
now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you
feel like trying this at home, seek help.
     All comments and suggestions/scenarios welcomed. Enjoy.


     The Industrial Revolution didn't completely pass Ireland by,
but it didn't have the deep-rooted impact that it had wrought in
America and Europe. Most of Ireland was still countless miles of
lush, green fields, small towns and lovely scenery. A perfect
place for a movie shoot, providing that the weather was right.
     The drizzles of the morning had faded. Although the sun had
yet to expose itself, the day seemed clear. Minnie Driver took a
breath as she walked through the field just outside of the small
town. The director was fanatically waiting for sunlight for the
next shot and couldn't be talked out of it. Minnie didn't
horribly mind, since it gave her a chance to enjoy the fresh air.
She's always liked Ireland, ever since she'd made "Circle of
Friends," the role that launched her career. She was now an
Oscar-nominated actress and was starting to become a "name"
property. 
     Her long black hair curled past her shoulders. She wore a
pair of jeans and a red sweatshirt underneath a windbreaker. Her
attractive face wore a pensive expression. Getting away and
getting to work was a good idea. It took her mind off of Matt
Damon. Okay, she knew that show biz relationships weren't
perfect, but the breakup had still been a little hard. And having
to sit next to him at the Oscars just a few weeks afterwards
really hurt. She needed to do something to occupy her mind and
figure out what to do next.
     "Penny for your thoughts?" The sudden voice, with its light
Irish accent, jarred Minnie out of her reverie. She glanced up to
see a woman suddenly in her path. She was tall, with red hair and
a nice smile. She seemed to be in her thirties, but still quite
attractive. She wore a simple green robe and sandals, an odd
outfit in the cool climate. Attached to her neck was a gold
necklace with a blue emerald in the center. 
     "Hi," Minnie said, a little uncertain. "My name's Minnie.
Just going over a past love lost."
     "Ah, I meet a lot of people like that," the woman said.
"They always seem to walk around here. Something about the air, I
think. By the by, I'm Colleen."
     Minnie peered at the woman. She had heard a couple of
stories about this woman in the town. Most of the elderly people
thought she was some sort of witch. She only came into town every
few weeks, keeping to herself. No one even knew where she lived.
All anyone knew was that if something odd happened in the county,
it could be traced in some way to Colleen.
     Colleen smiled at the expression on the face of the young
British woman. "They tend to exaggerate a tad about me," she
said. "I'm not a demon, trust me on that."
     For some odd reason, Minnie did trust her. Something about
this woman's presence put her at ease, calming her and easing the
turmoil she had been feeling in her mind. "So, you're not a
witch?"
     "Oh, no, I am a witch," Colleen replied matter-of-factly. "I
just don't spread curses or bear ill will."
     A look of uncertainty came over Minnie's features. Maybe all
that living alone had made the woman a bit touched in the head.
"So, what do you do?"
     "Let me give you an example." Colleen reached to her neck
and slipped the necklace off. She dangled it in one hand, letting
the blue pendant swing gently. She whispered something in Gaelic
and suddenly, the pendant began to glow. Minnie stared at it in
wonder as it seemed to light up from within, a blue glow that was
brilliant yet soothing at the same time. Suddenly, a beam of
light shot out from the pendant and struck Minnie straight in her
eyes. Her first instinct was to run, but she couldn't move. After
a moment, she didn't want to. A wave of lethargy washed through
her body. It felt so wonderful, her limbs relaxing, her mind
clouding over. She didn't want to fight, didn't want to move,
didn't want to think. She felt so perfectly at ease.
     The light faded and Colleen put the necklace back over her
neck. Minnie's eyes gazed out, her face completely relaxed, a
slight smile on her features. "Why don't you come with me,
Minnie?" Colleen said softly. "Come to my home. It's not far." 
     "Yes..I'll come," Minnie replied in a faint voice. 
     "We can sit by the fire and eat, you'd like that, wouldn't
you, Minnie?"
     "Yes."
     "First, we'll make love, you and I. Would you like that,
Minnie?" 
     "Yes."
     "Good, good. Follow me, Minnie." Colleen turned and began
walking through the field. Minnie followed her obediently. They
walked about a mile, finally coming to a small opening in a wall
of rock. Colleen led Minnie through a small opening, then down a
tunnel. Finally, they came to a large chamber that was Colleen's
home. It was a cave, yet it seemed like home. A bookshelf rested
on one wall, a small cabinet of bottles next to it. A small stove
was set on a firepit. A large bed lay against one wall, the
sheets pulled back as if expecting someone. The only illumination
came from torches set about the walls. Despite the setting in the
caves, the room was surprisingly warm and comfortable. 
     Colleen left Minnie standing in the middle of the room. She
snapped her fingers and a fire ignited in the stove. Colleen
quickly set a pot on top and began placing in a series of
ingredients. She estimated the time she had before it was ready
and decided it was enough. She turned and faced Minnie and slowly
untied the belt on her robe. She slipped off the robe, revealing
a shapely body, with full breasts and a nicely shaved cunt. "Do
you like what you see, Minnie?"
     "Yes."
     "Would you like to touch what you see, Minnie?" Colleen lay
down on the bed as she spoke.
     "Yes."
     "Good. Disrobe." Colleen smiled. The spell probably would
have worked anyway, but having Minnie in a state of sadness over
the end of her relationship definitely helped. Minnie began to
slowly undress. She pulled off her jacket, letting it drop to the
floor. She pulled off her sweatshirt, showing off a black bra.
She unzipped her jeans and slipped them down her legs. She untied
her shoelaces and stepped out of her boots, then tugged off her
socks. She unsnapped her bra and let it drop away, showing her
full, firm breasts. She slipped her panties down, feeling a
tingling as her clit was exposed to the air.
     "Come here, Minnie," Colleen commanded. Minnie took gentle
steps and lay down on the bed. Colleen drew her in and kissed her
hard on the mouth. Minnie responded slowly but grew in strength,
the feelings of passion pushing her spellbound mind to respond.
She lay on Colleen, their breasts pushed together as they kissed.
It had been a long time since Minnie had loved anyone and she
soon grew anxious. She buried her head in between Colleen's
breasts. She placed her mouth over a nipple and began to gently
suck on it. One hand massaged and squeezed the breasts, the other
moved down Colleen's body, coming to the sorceress' dark patch.
Minnie placed two fingers in and began to gently push them in and
out of Colleen's lips. The Irishwoman groaned as she felt her
charge fuck and suck her. Minnie was responding faster than she
expected, the actress expertly massaging Colleen's pussy even as
her lips sucked harder on the pointed nipple. Colleen soon came,
spilling herself onto Minnie's fingers. Minnie took her hand and
massaged Colleen's bosom, spreading her mistress' juice over her
body.
     Colleen pulled Minnie in and kissed her again, hotter this
time. She pushed herself up and pushed Minnie down on her back.
She returned the favor by kissing Minnie's breasts, her tongue
lightly licking at the hardened nipples, the soft curves and the
wonderful cleavage. Her hands moved gently up and down Minnie's
body, sending goosebumps up and down her body. Colleen moved her
face in between Minnie's smooth legs. She inhaled the sweet scent
for a moment, then dove in. Her tongue began to lick at the
already wet patch. She placed her hands on Minnie's thighs,
massaging them gently as she pushed her tongue in deeper. Minnie
withered on the bed and ran her fingers through Colleen's thick
hair, pushing her head in further, urging her to continue.
Colleen needed no encouragement, her tongue furiously working on
Minnie's pussy. She stabbed her tongue in and was rewarded by the
luscious taste of cum spilling onto her tongue. She swallowed the
sweet nectar and grinned.
     After an hour of furious lovemaking, Colleen had Minnie
redress. They had a bowl of soup, Colleen naked and calm, Minnie,
clothed and entranced. When they were done, Colleen looked into
Minnie's eyes and spoke softly. "When I kiss you, you will leave
and walk out of this cave. You will take the way back that I took
and you will head back to the village. As you walk, you will
slowly come back to a state of full wakefulness. As you wake up,
the memories of what happened here will drift further and further
into your memory, so far back that you cannot consciously recall
them. By the time you return to the town, you will feel perfectly
calm, completely awake and you will not remember anything that
has happened. You will remember a nice walk and nothing more. Not
until I call on you again."
     Colleen leaned forward and kissed Minnie. The younger
woman's eyes opened and she stood up and walked away. Colleen
smiled as she saw her go, knowing she wasn't going to wait long
before having her return. Ireland already had magic in it. That
made things a lot easier for a witch to get her way. 


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