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Hypno Celeb 63: Angelina Jolie
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. 
     Recently, a saw a post on alt.sex.stories from someone who
said that my stories were "tired and uninteresting" and that I
should take a sign from my hard drive crashing and quit. To that
person, I am not angry. I may not like your opinion but I
encourage your right to speak it. That goes for everyone. If you
like my stories, tell me. If you don't, tell me. I'm a sucker for
e-mail, hence my various messages. 
     Folks, I write these stories because I like to, because it
gives life to my fantasies. If you don't like them, don't read
them. If you like them, great. I write and post these because I
want to and I intend on doing it for as long as I can. If you
don't like that, that's your prerogative. 
     I also write for another reason. I know that I'm not the
only one with this fetish. I know there are others out there who
enjoy these. If just one person, somewhere, gets some joy and
satisfaction out of my work, I'm happy. I'm no Shakespeare. Hell,
I'm not even Sidney Sheldon. But I am a writer and a writer's
goal is to entertain. I hope I've done that with someone.
     Well, sorry to stand on the soapbox but without nightly
access to alt.sex.stories, I need to get these feelings out. I
apologize to the person who sent me this idea, because I can't
remember their name. But thanks all the same. All comments and
suggestions/scenarios welcomed. Enjoy.


     The Internet. It's been called many things, from an
invaluable tool of information to a brain-sucking web of
electrons. But millions are hooked onto it. It's almost addictive
in a way. Once you've gotten online, you hate to get off. It
gives you a chance to communicate with people you'd otherwise
never meet. However, it also gives them a chance to peek into
your world. A peek that may become an opening.
     Angelina Jolie's introduction to the net came when she was
making the movie "Hackers." Although not a success, the movie had
gotten her noticed and was leading to her quick rise in
Hollywood. She'd won a Golden Globe and had earned good reviews
for the cable movie "Gia" and was looking over a number of
scripts. At the moment, though, she was surfing the net, killing
some time and, in a brief burst of vanity, checking out a few web
sites on herself.
     Fame was still amazing Angelina. In such a short time, she'd
gone from the daughter of Jon Voight to a star in her own right.
It took a little adjusting to, but she was handling it well. Her
eyes scanned down the list of sites that came up under her name
and was caught by one in particular. "The Angelina Jolie Slaver
Site." Inwardly, Angelina groaned. She'd already seen a few
manufactured images of her, in everything from chains to drag.
They were nice, from an technical point of view but she wasn't a
huge fan of them. She was curious though, so she clicked on the
site address and waited for it to load up.
     The screen went black for a moment, then loaded up with a
shining green disk. It began to spin gently, a repitious pattern
that drew Angelina's attention. As her eyes gazed at the center
of the disk, a green beam of light shot out and struck her right
in the eyes. Angelina's entire body tingled as if an electric
shock had gone through her. Her eyes remained fixed to the screen
and the brilliant green light coming from it. The light finally
faded and Angelina sat motionless, her eyes fixed to the screen,
but blank. 
     The screen cleared and word began to appear on it as if
someone was typing. "Hello, Angelina. My name is unimportant. I'm
your mistress, that's all you need to know. It took a while for
me to find out your username and even longer to create the virus.
But you've no doubt felt its effects. You have no will until I
release you, which I don't intend on doing just yet. Read
carefully, Angelina and obey..."

     At precisely five minutes past eight, a doorbell rang at a
middle-class home in the suburbs. Inside, a young woman, about
25, was in the bedroom. She lit a few candles, throwing a yellow
glow on the large bed before her. She was tall, with blond hair,
wearing a white robe that showed off a curvaceous body. She blew
out her match and walked to the front door. Opening it, she saw
Angelina standing there wearing a long coat, her short dark hair
neatly brushed, her eyes glazed. "I'm ready, Mistress," Angelina
said in a soft voice.
     "Excellent," Mistress replied. "Come in." She led the
entranced Angelina to the bedroom. The woman stood in front of
Angelina and took off her coat. She smiled as she gazed at the
form before her. Angelina was almost entirely nude, save for a
pair of sheer black hose that covered her legs. Her breasts were
prominently displayed, the nipples already tight and ready.
Mistress smiled and began to command her mindless slave. "Lie
face down on the bed."
     Angelina complied and Mistress sat down next to her, running
a hand over her back. She came to her hips and let a finger trace
the tattoos at the small of her back. She then slid her hands
onto the smooth buttocks, rubbing Angelina's ass. Angelina moaned
as she felt her Mistress' hands on her. The woman continued to
massage Angelina's behind, her hands sliding down to her clit.
The two index fingers entered the wetting pussy, ever-so-slightly
touching the lips. The woman increased her motions, her hands
beginning to move faster on Angelina's behind. With each motion,
her fingers dug in more at Angelina's pussy and asshole.
Angelina's moans intensified as she felt herself invaded by a
pleasurable stinging as the woman's red-nailed hands entered her.
She came, spilling herself out on the sheets as the woman
squeezed her ass, as if trying to squeeze toothpaste out of a
tube.
     The woman took her cum-soaked hands and ran them up the
hosed legs below her, sliding her fingers down the smooth curves.
She spent several minutes touching those nice stems before
turning Angelina over. The woman squeezed Angelina's breasts,
kneading them expertly, knowing this was turning the mesmerized
woman on. Angelina withered on the bed as she felt the woman kiss
her, their lips locking tight. Angelina felt arousal shoot
through her as the kiss continued. The woman sent her hand
running down Angelina's body, past the sunken belly, to the wet
pussy. Her hand worked its way in, two fingers sliding into the
slick passage. Angelina moaned through the kiss as she felt the
return of that wonderful feeling inside her. The woman ran her
fingers up and down the dark patch of hair, working deep inside
the actress. Angelina moaned again as she felt herself begin to
release, her juices dripping out in long squirts, staining her
Mistress' fingers.
     The woman removed her hand and licked it, tasting the sweet
scent of her slave. She undid her robe and lay back, her blond
hair framing her face. "You may receive your reward, Angelina,"
she said. "You may pleasure me." Overjoyed at finally being able
to touch her Mistress, Angelina went in, burying her head in
between the large breasts, laying kisses on the curves and the
nipples. "Below, Angelina," Mistress commanded. "I'm waiting."
Angelina moved down the wonderful body beneath her, coming to the
blond patch in between the thin legs. She moved her head in and
extended her tongue, licking at the pussy. The woman smiled and
let a small moan escape her lips. Her thighs moved in, clutching
at Angelina's head, holding her face in. Angelina hardly noticed,
her tongue burrowing into the sweet garden before her. She lapped
away at it, her tongue jabbing deeper and deeper before hitting
paydirt. Mistress held her in close as she felt herself orgasm,
waiting for Angelina to lick away every bit of juice flowing from
her.
     It was the first of many acts that Angelina would perform
for her Mistress in a night that later seemed to Angelina like a
dream. Although she would have several other blank nights like
this, she would also be aware of a sense of contentment inside
her that made her feel better. She also noticed that surfing the
net no longer had the pleasure it once did. At least, unless she
went to a specific site and the wonderful green disk it held...


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