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Hypno Celeb TNG 1: Madonna (mc, mf, celeb)
by KMB
This story is not meant to be read by people under the age of 18 for
various legal reasons that I’m not smart enough to get into. So you young
ones go off and read something nice and legal like the Starr Report. This
story contains graphic descriptions of sexuality and if this offends you then
it’s time to hit the back button on the left hand side of your screen.
Hypnosis does not work this way because this is a fantasy story. This is not
reality and should not be treated as such. If you try and make this fantasy
reality then drop me a line when you get out of jail. This is my first
effort so be gentle, I promise I’ll get better. Let me know what you think
about this and remember I can’t do this without your ideas and fantasies.
Send all comments to KMB_76@yahoo.com I cannot do this without your
feedback. BTW, those expecting some kind of transgender story or something,
sorry to telll you that this isn’t it. Let me reiterate, TNG stands for The
Next Generation.
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It’s not always easy to get away from it all, especially if you’re
face and name can be instantly recognized even in the most far off corners of
the world. But getting away from it all was exactly what Madonna was trying to
do. She was a millionaire several, several, several times over, to go
along with her fame, so she didn’t expect much sympathy from anyone. Yet that
didn’t change the fact that she needed a break. Being Madonna 24-7 was
certainly a taxing job and she wouldn’t trade any of it for anything, but
there was time when she just needed to get away from it all and spend some
time alone. So after leaving little Lourdes with her father, Madonna
took off to spend some quality time with herself. Her 40th birthday had just
passed by and she had received two presents that she was looking forward to
getting a lot of use of. The first one was the use of a cabin in the upstate
woods of Washington State, near Canada. Certainly this was no run down
rustic shack, this was a fully, modern functioning house. It just wasn’t a
penthouse apartment on the West Side of New York City or a mansion in Malibu.
The most important thing was that it was in a nice isolated place where she
could just relax and forget about her pressures for a few days. However, it
wasn’t long after she had settled in that any hopes Madonna had of spending a
quiet weekend alone were squashed. She had just sat down in a chair on the
porch in the hopes of watching a sunset, when she heard a knocking on the
door. The singer sat up with a start, a million questions popping into her
head. Who knew she was here? Who could it possibly be? Was there some kind
of emergency? Had Lourdes been hurt or something? With a bit of
trepidation, Madonna walked to the door and after peering out saw that it was
a man in a Forest Rangers outfit. She opened the door and let him in.
“I’m sorry to disturb you maam,” the Ranger began before it dawned on him who
he was standing in front of. “Oh my God!” the man exclaimed,
“You’re-You’re-You’re-” “You can say it,” Madonna interjected as he
began to stammer, “I’m Madonna. Now, who are you?” “Oh, I’m sorry,” the man
said, “My name is Steve. Steve Paris. I’m a Forest Ranger for this sector.”
“Is there a problem?” Madonna then asked, impatient to get back to her
relaxation. “Oh no maam,” Steve replied, “We didn’t know you were up
here, so I was just checking the area. Sometimes we have break ins when the
cabins are unoccupied and I was just making sure everything was all right up
here.” As he spoke, Madonna began to look the young Ranger over. He was
very good looking, he could save her from a forest fire any day. He didn’t
look as though he was a regular attendee at Mensa meetings, but it wasn’t like
that mattered. Looking at Steve’s muscles through his shirt soon had Madonna
thinking of other ways that she could relax, and they didn’t involve watching
any sunsets. “How old are you Steve?” Madonna asked, wicked thoughts
continuing to bubble in her brain. “24, maam,” Steve answered, “I know I
look a little young, but I’ve been on this job for over four years now. I
just can’t believe you’re here and I’m here and we’re like talking. That is
unbelievable!” “Well, believe it and you can knock off that maam stuff and
just call me Madonna,” the singer replied, “Can I offer you something to
drink, Steve?” “Oh no, maam, I mean Madonna, I should be completing my
rounds and getting back to the base,” Steve said as he started to head to the
door. His resistance only made up Madonna’s mind more quickly and she knew
then that she had to have him. “C’mon, you can spare a minute,” Madonna
said knowing that he’d be sparing more than a minute, “I want to show you
something.” “What’s that?” Steve asked. He couldn’t wait to get back to the
base where he could start bragging to everyone about who he just met. The
other guys would be killing themselves with jealousy. It was going to be
great. “Hold on a second,” Madonna said as she rummaged through her bag,
where was that damn thing? Suddenly she felt it in her grasp and pulled out a
small black pouch. “Take a good look at this,” Madonna then said as she
opened the pouch and took out a green jewel. As the jewel glistened in the
light, Madonna closed her eyes and began murmuring a chant to herself.
Suddenly a green light shot out of the jewel and, before he had a chance to
react, hit Steve right square between the eyes. Steve had no idea what hit
him so he had no chance to resist. But even if he had he would have quickly
lost as a complete lethargy spread all over him. His mind fell into a fog as
he began losing the will and the ability to speak or move. In a matter of
seconds, Steve stood, frozen as a statue, his eyes staring blankly ahead.
Grinning from ear to ear, Madonna began looking over her entranced victim.
This jewel was the second birthday gift she had truly loved. It was an
ancient jewel supposedly used by Amazon women to ensure complete domination
over their opposition. Madonna had no idea if that story was true or not, and
frankly she didn’t really care. It was a good story and the only important
thing was that the jewel worked perfectly. Of course even at 40 Madonna
certainly didn’t need hypnosis to get a man. She was still a hot number and
she knew it more than anyone. But with hypnosis came a certain ease and
convenience, she’d always been better at sex than relationships and this
little jewel ensured all the fun of a boyfriend without the emotional cost.
Plus, anytime she tried to get a new guy, the tabloids were all over her with
their rumors and innuendoes. Those were no fun to read and especially with
Lourdes becoming more and more aware of the world around her, Madonna didn’t
want her daughter to hear miserable gossip about her mother. Therefore, if
she was the only one who actually knew sex was taking place, then so much the
better. “Steve, can you hear me?” Madonna asked as she ran her hands
over her prey’s motionless body. “Yes,” was Steve’s reply, his voice coming
across a little stilted, but certainly not slow or slurred. “Who am I?” she
asked. “You are my mistress,” Steve answered, Madonna’s arousal began to kick
into high gear as soon as she heard those words. Her pussy was beginning to
get wet and the singer knew that she had to move in for the kill now.
“Take off your clothes, Steve,” Madonna said as she sat down to enjoy the
show. Slowly at first, then with gradual speed, Steve began to strip
off his clothes. He unbuttoned his Ranger uniform shirt and after that hit
the ground he pulled off his undershirt before pausing. “All the way,
Steve. Show me everything you’ve got!” Madonna was loving the sight of her
bare chested victim and was eager to see more. Without any further
pause, Steve pulled off his boots and socks before undoing the buckle of his
pants. They hit the floor and as soon as he stepped out of them, he pushed
down his boxers letting his hard cock free of its prison. “Hard already?”
Madonna asked with genuine surprise, “Does this turn you on Steve?” “Yes
Mistress,” Steve replied, “I wanted to fuck you the moment I saw you.”
Hmmm Madonna thought, maybe she hadn’t even needed the hypnosis, but it was
too late now. “Come upstairs, Steve,” she ordered. With that Madonna
led Steve upstairs, growing more and more turned on with each step upward.
When they reached her bedroom, Madonna wasted no time in freeing herself from
her clothes. She pulled her white T-shirt over her head, exposing her hard
nipples to the air. She had worn no bra and she was getting so turned on that
she had been afraid that her nipples were just going to burst right out of her
shirt. (Try explaining that to a curious party!) The singer then
pushed off her jeans and her panties off, leaving her as naked as Steve.
Madonna let the cool air of the room pass over her naked body and she loved
the feel of it. Her hand dropped to her pussy and she began to finger
herself, momentarily forgetting about the motionless Steve. However,
Madonna quickly remembered that she had something a lot more pleasurable than
her fingers at her disposal and she looked up to Steve. “Get down here and
eat my pussy!” she commanded Steve and he quickly complied. His tongue began
to attack her clit and Madonna immediately felt the first rushes of intense
pleasure rush to her brain. With one hand she pushed Steve in further to he
pussy and with the other she began massaging her throbbing breasts.
“C’mon fuck me with your tongue!” Madonna gasped as she felt her juices begin
to flow onto Steve’s face. He was really good at eating pussy and Madonna
silently hoped that his girlfriend was able to receive this favor from him
whenever she wanted it. Steve’s tongue kept making solid contact with her
swollen clit and soon Madonna was past the point of no return. Her hips began
to buck as she held Steve’s head at her pussy. Soon the quake of her orgasm
was roaring through her body as she came. Momentarily satisfied, but
wanting more, Madonna released Steve’s head and drew him up for a deep kiss.
She relished the taste of her own juices on Steve’s face and she moved Steve’s
hands up to her breasts. Steve quickly got the idea and began massaging them,
sending jolts of pleasure to Madonna’s brain and pussy, which was beginning to
need more attention. Madonna let her hand drift down Steve’s body as they
continued to kiss and she quickly grasped his hard cock. She then broke the
kiss and after taking a quick moment to run her tongue up, down, and around
Steve’s cock, she lay down on the bed again and spread her legs. “Fuck me
Steve! Fuck me now!” Madonna commanded, “But you can only come when I say the
word Ranger!” Without a word Steve leaned down and was easily able to enter
the singer’s pussy. He began humping away at her, as Madonna squealed in
pleasure, before she decided to change things around a bit. Madonna
quickly pushed Steve off her and lay him down on his back. His cock stood
straight up in the air and Madonna could see that he was about to burst
inside. Well he would have to wait just a second more for that, Madonna
thought as she mounted her hypnotized friend and began to ride his cock. She
moved his hands back up to her breasts and he restarted his massaging as
Madonna bit down on her finger to keep from screaming out in pleasure. Soon
she felt her orgasm beginning to build up again and when it hit her it was
like a very pleasurable bullet had been shot right into her skull and through
her brain. As she gasped and moaned in ecstasy, Madonna managed to say the
codeword Steve must have been dying to hear. “Fuck me Ranger! I want to
feel you come inside me!” she shouted and instantly she felt Steve’s cock
erupt as he shot into her. Madonna then collapsed back on the mattress, as
she kissed and stroked her entranced lover. “Now Steve,” Madonna gasped as
she felt herself coming back to Earth. You’re going to get dressed and leave
the house. You will continue to walk your rounds and when you are one hundred
feet away from here you will wake up and remember none of this. You went up
here and found no one there, in fact there’s no need to check on this place
for the rest of the weekend. But if you ever hear me say the words, ‘Fuck me
Ranger!’ you will fall back into this state. Do you understand?” “Yes
mistress,” Steve stated as he walked downstairs and began to get dressed.
Madonna, her body wrapped in a quilt, came down to join him and took him in
for one last kiss. “You were a great fuck, Steve. Have sweet fantasies about
me!” she whispered as he walked out the door. As she watched him go, her hand
grasped her green jewel. This jewel was definitely the best birthday present
she had ever gotten. After walking for about a hundred feet Steve suddenly
snapped back to consciousness. Where was he, he wondered. But he immediately
recognized his surroundings. What had just happened, he thought as he
continued on his way. Why did it seem like he had lost time? Why were his
boots not tied properly? And why the hell did he have Ray of Light stuck in
his head?
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