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HYPNO CELEB TNG 1: MADONNA (mc, mf, celeb)

	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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