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Hypno Celeb 60: Shania Twain
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.
     Yet another Mesmer Eyes suggestion. Also, Celeste Reviews
recently ran a challenge for stories with a funhouse theme. While
I don't put myself in the same class as the people who grace
Celeste's pages, I'd like to send in this humble entry. All
comments and suggestions/scenarios welcomed. Enjoy.


     The crowd cheered as the last song filled the large tent.
Shania Twain smiled and took a bow. Growing up in Canada, she had
never expected to get such a following as a country music star.
But the crowd at the benefit fair in this small Texas town loved
her as if she was a native-born countrywoman. Well, Shania was
never one to argue with success.
     She thanked the crowd before walking off stage. Her long
brown hair billowed out behind her in curls. She wore a tight
black outfit that she had chosen before stepping outside and
feeling the Texas heat. She was looking forward to a long shower
when she got back to her hotel, but she decided to enjoy the
festivities for a while. It was still afternoon and she had time
to kill. Besides, the people were friendly and seemed to love
her.
     It was a nice sized carnival, a permanent one that operated
in the summer and drew visitors from miles around. Shania had
agreed to perform in a concert with some other country stars, to
help raise money for damage a tornado had done to a nearby town.
It was good publicity and Shania truly enjoyed helping people
out. The festival was in its second day and the next act was
scheduled for that night. Shania told the band to relax and enjoy
the rides while she planned to do the same. 
     She ran into quite a few fans as she walked around. She
smiled, signed autographs and posed for a few pictures. She knew
the folks meant well, but she was tired and was hoping for some
quiet. She caught sight of the Haunted Manor, a large building
with appropriately spooky decorations. It was indoors, dark and
probably air conditioned. Shania felt it deserved a walk-through
at least. 
     She brushed at her hair as she walked up, her boots sliding
into the fresh dirt. As she walked into the building, she failed
to see the smile on the face of the attendant, who hit a button
that sent a signal to a room below the building. A smile lit up
along with the signal. 
     It was a shock entering the cool building after being
outside all day. Shania paused a moment to let the goosebumps
fade before walking forward. It was a darkened hallway ahead and
Shania could barely make out anything in front of her. She took a
few hesitant steps forward, reaching out with her hands, trying
to get a feel for where she was. Just as her eyes were starting
to adjust to the darkness, the floor gave way underneath her and
she fell onto a slide. She slid down several feet before landing
on a mat inside a dim room. 
     Shania shook her head and sat up, trying to get her
bearings. This wasn't exactly what she was expecting. Frightening
people was one thing. Almost breaking their necks was another.
Before she could get up and investigate the room, the walls
suddenly lit up. The effect was blinding, disorientating Shania.
When her vision returned, she could see that the walls were lit
with fluorescent lighting. They were in odd patterns, spirals and
waves that changed color and moved swiftly and silently. Shania
was bombarded by images and colors, not knowing where to look. To
add to the effect, a strobe light flashed periodically from the
ceiling, bathing the entire room in a wild mess of color and
light.
     As Shania stared at the glowing walls and the patterns they
held, a sound filled the room. A mysterious pounding combined
with a lyrical organ penetrated Shania's mind and began its work.
The subminimal messages inside the music worked at her mind,
lowering her resistance and her inhibitions. Shania felt herself
involuntarily relax, her eyes drawn to the spirals and waves on
the walls. They seemed to nice to her, so calm and relaxing. She
felt like she could just stare at them forever. She'd tear her
eyes away from a multi-colored wave only to have her sight sucked
in by a spinning, changing spiral. Shania sat on the cot,
transfixed as the room slowly but surely brainwashed her.
     It could have been five minutes or ten hours later when the
flashing lights stopped and the music ceased. "Rise," a voice
commanded over the loudspeakers. Helpless to disobey, Shania
stood up, swaying slightly as she stared right at the wall in
front of her. "Disrobe completely," the voice stated. Shania
began to peel off her leather outfit. She was topless, her
sizeable breasts falling loose as she stripped off her top. Her
sweat-stained panties joined the outfit on the floor and she
kicked off her boots.
     A door opened and a naked woman entered. She was middle-aged
but in good shape, her breasts sagging only slightly. Her long
blonde hair fell to her waist and she smiled kindly at the
mesmerized singer. If Shania had been conscious, she might have
recognized the woman as one of the event's organizers. The woman
took a few steps forward and embraced Shania, kissing her hard.
Shania responded passionetly, her will removed by the room's
effects, her only desire to please. The woman pushed her back
onto the cot and straddled her.
     They kissed for long moments before the older woman broke
off and moved down to Shania's chest. She buried her head in
between those gorgeous tits, pushing them together with her face
in the middle. She tickled one nipple as she massaged the other
with her palm. She kneaded them together, loving the feel of them
under her hands. Shania moaned as she felt pleasure overtake her.
The woman pushed herself up and then turned Shania onto her
stomach. The woman slid her hands down the Canadian's back,
coming to the smooth ass. She began massaging the buttocks,
rubbing her hands around them. Her fingers shot into Shania's
clit as she rubbed, quick jabs that elicited groans of pleasure
from Shania. The blonde pushed her face to Shania's pussy and
began to mouth at it, her tongue sliding in as her lips circled
the dark-haired lips. Her hands continued to massage Shania as
she ate her out, building Shania's pleasure up more. The tongue
dived deep into Shania's pussy, causing her to wither on the
couch, her breasts sliding on the smooth mat. Shania came,
exploding on the other woman with a cry.
     The woman spent several minutes licking away at Shania's ass
before lying back and spreading open her legs. Shania needed no
instructions. She moved in and buried her face into the woman's
lap, her tongue diving into the blonde-haired twat. She lapped at
the pussy, her tongue jabbing in and out of the woman's lips. The
woman moaned and leaned back, wrapping her legs around Shania's
head, holding her in. She worked her pelvis as if willing her
juices down. Shania knew her mistress was almost ready and it was
her job to make her cum. She did, the juices falling onto
Shania's lips. She licked away as the woman's thighs clamped
around her head, holding her in until she had licked away every
singe drop before her, the first of many such chores.

     Shania grinned as she headed back to her trailer. It had
been a good day, with a lot of fun. It had been a long time since
she had enjoyed herself and the carnival was a perfect place for
it. Still, she'd want to come back in different weather. It was
probably the heat but for some reason, she felt incredibly tired
and dry.


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