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Hypno Celeb TNG 13: Rose McGowan {mc, ff, celeb}

by KMB

	This story is not meant to be read by people under the age of 18 for
various legal reasons that when you think about it make no sense.  So those
who are too young to be here, please supress your natural desires for sex and
go off and watch a violent movie or something.	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 becuase 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 not only
will you fail you will end up becoming a large man’s bitch in a small prison
cell.

	Well I said I’d get #13 out by Halloween, and here it is (Go Me Again!).
I’ll be the first to admit that this story is a little loopy and off the wall,
but what the heck?  Happy Halloween.  Now this story is not meant to be a
personal slight against Mr. Manson but.....oh forget it, this is meant to be a
slight.  Plus I think it explains a lot of troubling questions.  Don’t you?

	BTW for the uninformed, Leah is a character is used in Hypno Celeb TNG 2.

	Remember, your feedback and scenarios are very imporant so keep them coming.
I need them like an addict needs heroin.  Send all comments and ideas to
KMB_76@yahoo.com


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	As Leah sat in her seat on the plane she reflected back to the last
month. She had been living a happy, content life in her little town, yet she
herself had chosen to disrupt it.  She had agonized over the decision to
leave the town she had grown up in, even if it was only going to be for a
short time, but this was something she had to do if only for her state of
mind.  Besides she had never been to California before and this was the
perfect excuse.

	Leah was a witch and she made no attempt to hide that.	It’s not like
she went around flying on broomsticks and stirring cauldrons, but if anyone
ever asked her what she did, she made no attempt to keep the truth a secret.
She ran a small store under her apartment and was happy there.	Plus her
powers gave her access to opportunities others wouldn’t have (her memories of
her encounters with Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman still made her happy on
those cold, lonely nights).  So she had been happy and content in her home,
but all that changed in a flash.

	It had all started that fateful night where she had decided to watch
the MTV Video Music Awards.  Leah was not a big MTV fan, in fact she had only
recently gotten cable, but she loved the concept of celebrity.	Truth be
told, these people fascinated her and she wanted to see what that world was
like, even if she was separated by a television screen.  So, since nothing
brought celebrities out like an awards ceremony, Leah settled in to watch the
show.

	She was most looking forward to seeing Rose McGowan.  Leah had had a
huge crush on her since she appeared in Scream (which caused Leah to forever
after look at garage doors with a suspicious eye) and a psychic friend of
hers had informed the witch that Rose would be at the awards.  Leah wasn’t
sure why she would be at a music video awards show, but the important thing
was that she was going to be there.  And one glimpse of her that night would
be enough to satisfy the blonde 28 year old.

	Leah was relaxing on her couch and watching the celebrities arrive
when it happened.  She saw Rose walk up the red carpet and her jaw just about
hit the floor. The actress was basically wearing nothing!  Her outfit
basically consisted of black thong panties and a few thin strings of
material.  Her bare breasts were on full view, save for the blurring effects
created by the fast working MTV techies.  Leah was shocked and aroused all at
once.  She couldn’t believe that anyone could be that bold.  But suddenly her
arousal was swept away by the chilling grip of fear.

	The camera had panned to Rose’s companion, Marilyn Manson, and Leah
felt a chill run up her spine.	Leah’s supernatural powers had given her
incredible senses, and what she felt here was the presence of nothing less
than pure evil. The chill spread across the witch’s body like a slow drip of
an icicle melting in the sun.  She suddenly felt sick to her stomach and she
reached across to turn off the television.  Soon the chill passed and Leah
felt her body calm itself.  What had just happened?  And why was Rose with
that man?

	Leah had heard precisely two minutes of a Marilyn Manson CD once and that
was more than enough for her to form the instant judgment that she hated his
music.  Aside from that she knew nothing about him and certainly did not know
why he and Rose would be together.

	But Leah told herself that opposites did truly attract and she tried
to push the feelings of fear and dread from her mind.  But they would not go
away. Instead Leah spent the next weeks in a crisis of conscience. She
couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something very wrong and very
dangerous about this pairing.  Nothing she could do could bring her peace and
calm.  Soon she was being plagued by horrible nightmares she hadn’t had since
she was a child. Visions of the apocalypse played in her brain and finally
Leah knew that something had to be done.

	So she had closed her store up and hopped onto the next plane to Los
Angeles, knowing full well what day it was.  It was Halloween and Leah knew
that if there was evil at work here, it would be at full strength.  Of course
Leah’s powers would also be increased so she could handle it.  She honestly
didn’t have a clue as to what she was going to do when she got there, but she
knew she had to go.  Leah had to see what was going on here and maybe then
her fears would end.

	But first, Leah had to find Rose because all the answers would
inevitably lie with her.  She arrived in Los Angeles in the early afternoon
and she started her search by contacting Rose’s agent.

	Of course he was at first quite unwilling to reveal her location. 
But then Leah cast a quick spell to loosen his tongue and soon the details
were flowing. The young witch was chagrined to find that the agent had no
idea where Rose was, they hadn’t heard from her in weeks despite their best
efforts to contact her. He said he assumed she was at Marilyn’s house, but
they hadn’t been able to reach her there.

	Leah didn’t need to know Marilyn’s address, she knew her instinct
would lead her there.  Sure enough she found it and when she arrived she
found a large, opulent mansion surrounded by a threatening steel fence.  Leah
could also sense two things about the place, it was guarded by viscous dogs
and that it was currently empty.  The witch was unsure about what to do next,
should she search for Rose or wait?  Her instinct told her to wait, so that
is what she decided to do.  And wait she did.

	Meanwhile Rose McGowan was driving home.  She’d spent the first part
of the day clearing out the last bits of her stuff from her old apartment.
After tonight she would officially completely moved into Marilyn’s mansion.
Of course this was only a technicality really, she had been living there for
the past few months.  So when he finally asked her to move what was left of
her life out of her apartment she happily agreed.

	Most of the time she found herself agreeing with everything Marilyn
had to say to her, even when it didn’t make much sense to her.	This included
the time he had wanted her to wear that so called dress to the MTV awards.
Rose considered herself a bold person, but not so bold that she wanted an
audience of millions staring at her tits and ass like that.  But Marilyn had
convinced her that this was best so she went along with it, as she usually
did.

	He had some kind of hold over her, but she had no desire to break it.
Sometimes when she was away from him for long periods of time, she would
begin to doubt their relationship.  But whenever he was around her, she found
herself going crazy with desire.  She could refuse him nothing, especially
when it came to the sex acts he would have her perform.  Everything felt
natural when she was with him, and she felt a deep love for him in her heart.
 She hadn’t done a movie in awhile, but that didn’t matter.  The only thing
that mattered to her was devotion to her lover.

	The actress was close to her new home and the nearer she got, the
more at ease she was with the idea of living with Marilyn Manson.  But just
as she was about to turn into the driveway, where she would have to enter the
code for the gates, a woman approached her.  She looked to be in her late
20’s, she was blonde, and very pretty.	She certainly didn’t look like the
usual fan who stalked the house, hoping for a glimpse of Marilyn.

	“Who are you?” Rose demanded as she rolled the window down.

	“My name is Leah,” the young witch replied, “And I think I came here to help
you Rose.”

	“What the hell do you mean?” Rose asked, perplexed and a little
nervous by this strange woman’s presence.  But before she could say any more
the woman blew some powder into Rose’s face.  The actress began to cough and
she was about to reach for her cell phone to call the police, but suddenly
she couldn’t focus on anything.  Her brain drifted into confusion and her
thoughts became slow and incomplete.  She felt an overwhelming desire to
relax.	She tried to fight it, but she couldn’t and she began to relax
herself.  Within seconds she was out, her eyes closed in an unnatural sleep.

	Leah dusted her hands off, this method was a bit more brutal and
quick then she normally would have used.  In fact Leah hated to use black
magic items like the Haitian sleep powder she had just utilized, but this was
an out of the ordinary circumstance.

	“Rose, can you hear me?” Leah asked.

	“Yes,” Rose softly sighed, her lips moving but her eyes shut tight.

	“Take me inside,” Leah commanded.

	Rose then opened her eyes and silently went through the steps to gain access
to the house.  Soon she and Leah walked to the front door and entered as quick
as they could, as two of the dogs had quickly torn after them.

	“Take me to your bedroom,” Leah then ordered and Rose complied.  The
actress led the witch up the stairway and to the bedroom.  Leah was shocked
by the decor, the room was painted a deep shade of crimson and had no sources
of light, save for the lamps.  It was tacky any way you cut it.

	Rose stood in silence, waiting for her next command.  Leah came to the
entranced actress and placed a hand on her face, just as a parent would do to
check a child’s fever.  This allowed the witch to see inside of Rose’s soul.

	Leah pressed her hand closer as she searched the soul of the actress.
 There were fears were confirmed.  Rose was indeed the victim of a spell, and
a very powerful one at that.  Marilyn was quite adept at the black arts and
he had used this skill to turn Rose into his, for lack of a better term, sex
slave.	She craved him like an addict, his essence acting as a drug.  Leah
had to break Rose free and she had to think fast.  The powder she had used
would be wearing off soon.

	Luckily she had brought along a bag of things she thought she might
need, and in record time she had mixed together a batch of an elixir she
thought might just do the trick.  When she had finished she brought the cup
up to Rose’s lips.

	“Drink,” Leah ordered and, after a slight hesitation, Rose did so. 
The actress began sipping the drink, gagging on the taste.  Yet Leah kept the
cup at her lips, making sure she drank every last drop.  Finally the cup was
empty and Rose fell to the floor.

	She began to convulse violently as her body was racked with pain. 
She leaned over and vomited up a black sludge like material.  Leah had
expected this, this was an unfortunate side effect of the elixir, but that
didn’t make it any more pleasant.  And she wasn’t even done with the spell
yet.

	Marilyn had been very thorough with this spell, the elixir alone
wouldn’t do the trick.	The effects of the spell had become so ingrained into
Rose that she was going through a type of withdrawal.  She craved what sex
with her master had given her and she needed it so badly her body was going
into shock.  Leah was afraid that things would get so bad that Rose’s life
would be put at risk.  She couldn’t allow that to happen, but the witch could
only think of one way to prevent it.

	Leah then went back to her bag and mixed up another batch of the
passion spell she had once used on Sandra and Nicole.  That time seemed so
distant right now as Leah raced against the clock.  She wet a washcloth and
returned to Rose.

	The actress had curled up into a fetal position, her body was shivering yet
sweat poured from her forehead.  Leah lovingly wiped the damp cloth on Rose’s
beautiful face before bringing the potion to her lips.  Rose had very little
strength by that time, but Leah managed to get her to drink.

	Leah then waited a few minutes for the spell to begin its effects. 
When Rose’s gasps began to turn to moans, the witch knew that this was her
opportunity.  She hated to take advantage of Rose.  She had wanted to make
love to her, but not this way.	But she couldn’t think of any other way, plus
this would be much more pleasurable for Rose than any possible alternatives.

	“Listen to me Rose,” Leah began, “I am going to undress you.  As I do
that, you will begin to feel more passion and arousal then you ever have in
your life. You will want to make love to me.  Even if you have never been
with a woman before this arousal will feel good and relaxing.  You will want
to give in to it and your desires, you will find this feeling natural and
wonderful.  Do you understand?”

	“Yes,” Rose sighed and Leah set to work.  She pulled Rose’s shirt
over her head, surprised to see that the actress was wearing no bra.  Leah
was momentarily frozen by the sight of Rose’s fabulous breasts, so nice and
firm. Then she remembered that there was no time for foreplay, she had to get
Rose to come and get her the hell out of here.	Leah considered leaving with
her now, but decided that Rose was too weak to get far.

	The witch then slipped off Rose’s shoes and socks before turning her
attention to her pants.  She undid the top of her jeans and pulled them off
of her legs, leaving Rose in a small pair of black satin panties.  Leah ran
her hand over Rose’s pussy, causing the actress to gasp in pleasure.  She was
becoming wet, Leah noticed with a sly grin, and the witch’s arousal was
starting to build up as well.

	Leah quickly began to strip off her own clothes, her own passion
starting to seize control.  Her shirt and bra were quickly discarded to the
side, where they were soon joined by her jeans and panties.  Leah then
pressed herself to Rose and kissed her, deeply and passionately.

	Rose, quickly responded by letting her tongue dance in Leah’s mouth. 
The witch, taking care not to break the kiss, reached down and pulled Rose’s
panties off to expose a small patch of dark hair.  Leah pulled Rose on top of
her and pressed their bodies close together, causing friction between their
pussies. The two then began to rub against each other eliciting cries of
passion from both as their wet sexes made contact.  Leah could feel her clit
swell and she knew Rose was having the same feelings.  She then leaned down
and began to kiss Rose’s breasts, loving the feel of the nipples hardening
between her lips.

	The actress’ cries soon increased as her orgasm neared.  She and Leah
picked up the speed of their grind, both women feeling only pleasure.  With a
sharp cry, Rose came, her body shaking as the sweet release flooded her
brain.	The actress then moved her hand to Leah’s pussy and inserted two of
her fingers to massage the witch’s clit.  She stroked and touched like an
expert and soon Leah was joining her in orgasm.

	Yet Leah didn’t stop there, her hormones had been kicked into
hyperdrive and only pleasure mattered.	She moves down Rose’s body, giving
her butterfly kisses all over, until she got to her wet pussy.	Leah began to
attack Rose’s clit with a vengeance, tasting the juice from her previous
orgasm.  Rose’s cries and moans egged her on and Leah continued to lavish
attention on her pussy.  She let a finger drift into Rose’s pussy and soon
she was fucking the actress while she licked her.  The double stimulation was
too much for her entranced mind to bear and she let loose with another
orgasm, soaking Leah’s happy face with her juices.

	Rose’s mind was still deep in the trance, but she was still able to
recognize how wonderful it all had felt.  It was so much better than it had
ever been with Marilyn.  She pulled Leah’s face out of her sex and up to her
waiting lips.  They kissed with even more furor than before, with any walls
of resistance having been broken long ago.  Rose ran her tongue over Leah’s
face so she could get a taste of her own orgasm.  This drove the witch crazy
and Rose could feel her wetness dripping onto her.  Desire still throbbed in
the actress, release had never felt so good.  She knew she had to taste this
woman.	She broke off the kiss and turned her attentions downward.

	First she lavished attention on Leah’s breasts.  The witch cooed in
pleasure as Rose licked and sucked the heavy mounds.  Leah knew she had to
stop this, there wasn’t much time.  But it all felt so good, she couldn’t
bear to have it end.  Rose continued to suck on Leah’s aching nipples,
driving her to heights of arousal she never thought she would be able to
reach.	Soon it became almost unbearable for Leah to keep up with the
sensations and she placed her hands on Rose’s head, gently pushing her
downward.

	Rose needed no encouragement and dove right into Leah’s pussy,
running her fingers through the blonde patch and sucking on her clit.  This
sent jolts of pleasure straight to Leah’s brain and tears of pleasure almost
began to escape her eyes, it all felt so good.	Rose was an expert at
pleasure and Leah was receiving the benefits firsthand.  Her tongue was
driving her body wild, and Leah didn’t think she would be able to hold on
much longer.  It wasn’t supposed to be like this, she was supposed to help
Rose break free and escape, but Leah couldn’t stop herself.  It no longer
mattered who was under the spell and who wasn’t, both ladies were under the
control of their passions.

	Leah began to feel her body tense up in preparation for orgasm, but just as
her hips began to buck, Rose stopped.  Leah wanted to scream “Keep going!” but
she was beyond speech.  Instead she looked down at Rose, her face shiny with
their passion.  The actress had a sly smile on her face and after a moment’s
pause went back to Leah’s pussy.  She delivered one last, tantalizing lick to
her clit and that did it.  Leah came like a shotgun blast, her screams echoing
throughout the house.  Her body shook in rapture as Rose kept her face between
her legs, milking the orgasm for all it was worth.  Soon they both collapsed
onto the floor, exhausted yet utterly and completely satisfied.

	Leah began to get her wits back and she got up from the floor with a
start. How could she have allowed herself to get into this so much, she was
putting Rose and herself in great danger.  Still as she looked at Rose’s
still, nude form she knew the answer.  She had never felt like this about
anyone and no one had ever been able to make her feel as good as Rose had.
Leah quickly redressed herself and did the same to Rose.  She then reached
into her bag for the elixir that would break all spells on the actress.

	Once again, Leah held the cup to Rose’s lips, but this time there
would be no violent reaction.  Instead it was if Rose had woken up from a
refreshing nap and nothing more.  Her “addiction” had been satisfied and it
was safe to end her control.

	Rose’s eyes fluttered open a few seconds later and she let out a yawn.  What
had happened?  Where was she?  Who was this woman?  These and a hundred more
questions filled Rose’s head.  Then suddenly flashes began to come back to her
and she remembered everything that had happened with Marilyn, how she had been
powerless to resist his every whim.

	“Who are you?” Rose asked the blonde woman, who was throwing things into a
bag.

	“My name is Leah,” the witch replied, “And we have to get you out of here!”

	Rose was in a state of shock.  Had she really just had sex with this
woman? It was all mind boggling to her, but she also remembered how wonderful
it had felt to be with Leah.  She also realized that they were indeed in
danger so she began to help her new lover throw necessities into the bag.

	“Do you remember what happened to you?” Leah asked, as she scurried around
the room.

	“I was at a party,” Rose recalled, “And I met Marilyn.  He gave me this
drink and that’s really the last thing I remember doing.  I remember lots of
other things but its hard to remember doing them.  Do you know what I mean?”

	“Yes,” Leah replied,  “He put you under a spell to be his lover.  I don’t
know what he used but...”

	Suddenly Leah was interrupted by another voice, a male’s voice.  It was
strong and mocking.

	“Honey, I’m home!” Marilyn Manson announced as the women froze in shock,
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”  He was so pale in real life, and his
attire suggested more of 70’s street pimp then someone schooled in the black
arts.

	“You son of a bitch!” Rose spat as she lunged at Marilyn, wanting to make
him pay for what he had done to her.  But before she could attack, he rose a
finger and a light shot out of it.  It struck Rose with a brute force and she
fell to the floor.

	“What are you?” Leah asked, she had never seen magic like that before.

	“I believe I should be asking the questions,” Marilyn evenly declared, “It
is my house after all.  Now who the fuck are you?”

	“Someone who showed me who you really are?” Rose groaned from the floor.

	Marilyn then began to smile, a smug grin that showed both that he realized
his spell had been discovered and that he didn’t particularly care.

	“So what are you going to do about it?” Marilyn demanded, “You should be
grateful, bitch.  Tonight was the night I was going to give you my special
gift!”

	“What are you talking about?” Leah asked, her fear growing.

	“I was going to give her my seed tonight,” Marilyn explained, “And then she
would have been with child, my child...the midnight child.”

	Leah gasped when she heard this. She had always assumed that that had
been made up garbage.  The midnight child, a child conceived by a demon on
Halloween, the bringer of the apocalypse.  That could only mean that Marilyn
was no ordinary schmuck playing around with black magic.  He was the real
deal...hell spawn.

	“You’ll never touch me again!” Rose screamed as she got up.

	“You don’t have much of a choice, bitch!” Marilyn declared, “You will accept
my seed and bear my child.  Only then will my master roam the Earth as he was
destined to.”  The singer advanced on Rose, lust in his eyes.

	Leah ran to her bag and opened it.  She withdrew something that had
been given to her by her mother a very long time ago.  She had hoped she
would never have to use it, but they needed it go get out.  Leah took the
silver wand in her hand and began chanting an ancient Celtic verse, long
forgotten by most. Suddenly, the want began to glow and a jolt shot out of
it, knocking Marilyn squarely in the back.  He doubled over in pain, but
quickly recovered.  He then turned toward Leah, his face quaking in rage.

	“You’ll pay for that bitch!” he screamed.  His body began to shake
and his pale skin took on a red glow.  His clothes began to rip and tear off
of his body.  Like a finger poking through tin foil, Marilyn’s skin began to
break open.  He let out a terrible, unearthly scream as his mask fell away,
revealing the true form of the demon that lay beneath.	The Marilyn Manson
fans knew was long fine and in its place stood a seven foot demon.  It’s skin
an aged yellow with streaks of green.  His rolled back his head and gnashed
his hundreds of teeth.	A tail was now exposed with razor sharp spikes on its
end.

	The Marilyn demon rushed toward Leah, slime dripping from its open lips.  It
grabbed the witch and began squeezing her with its gnarled, hooked hands,
causing her to drop the silver wand.  He began speaking in a language not even
Leah could understand, as he choked the life out of her.

	Meanwhile, Rose was in shock from what had just happened, but she
quickly regained her senses.  She had to act fast.  Leah had saved her and
now it was time to return the favor.  The actress began to quickly improvise
a plan as she rooted through Leah’s bag in search of something she knew was
there.

	Leah was blacking out from the pain, flashes of light began zinging past her
eyes as he breaths became short and ragged.  The Marilyn demon continued his
grip around her neck, loving the feel of her draining life force.

	“Oh Marilyn, baby,” Rose enticingly cooed from the other side of the
room. The Marilyn demon turned around to see his lover standing completely
nude before him.

	“Didn’t you promise me something about filling me with your seed?”
she asked as she ran her hands over her body, “Why don’t you come over here
and deliver.”

	This distracted the Marilyn demon and he eased his grip on Leah.  The
witch fell to the floor, gasping for breath.  The Marilyn demon’s cock grew
hard as he walked across the room, toward the woman who would sire his child.
 He grabbed her and a large tongue emerged from his mouth and began licking
across Rose’s face.  She struggled to hold in her disgust, but every touch
sent revulsion through her.  The tongue left a trail of slime across her face
as the Marilyn demon shoved Rose against the wall and prepared for
penetration.

	But before he could enter her with his demon cock, Rose picked up a
handful of the powder that Leah had first used on her and blew it in his
face.  The demon began to cough and wobble.  He was too powerful for the
powder to have its full effect, but it did catch him off guard.  Leah then
used the opportunity to pick up her wand again and  hit the Marilyn demon
with another blast.  This one hit its mark again and sent him sprawling on
the floor.  Leah then picked up the wand and hit him again, and again, and
again, and again!  She hit him until he was on the floor whimpering for
mercy.

	Leah ran up to Rose who was adding to the injury by kicking the demon in
whatever resembled its balls.  The actress then whirled around and kissed Leah
passionately on the lips.

	“Thank you,” she sighed, “Thank you for everything.”

	“I should tell you,” Leah sadly explained, “What you and I did...the
sex...it was another spell.  It wasn’t real.”

	“I know,” Rose replied, “But I also know how good it felt.  When I was with
him, I thought it felt good, but I knew it didn’t.  With you I know.”

	“What are you saying?” Leah asked hopefully.

	“I’m saying that I’ve never felt about anyone the way I do about you,” Rose
declared, “I’m saying that if you’re game I’d like to give us a go.”

	Leah didn’t answer with words, but instead kissed Rose passionately and
placed a hand on her bare breasts.

	“I’m game,” she then whispered.

	“I hoped you would be,  but right now what do we do with him?” Rose asked as
she pointed at the defeated demon.

	“I’ve got just the thing,” Leah said as an evil grin crossed her face.  She
picked up the silver wand and...

	The next day Leah was back at her store, with Rose at her side.  They had
just opened up when a young mother came in with her five year old daughter.
They had been regular customers for awhile now and had been friends of Leah’s
for almost as wrong.

	“Leah, where were you for tricks and treats?” Jenny Carmichael asked.

	“I had to take care of something,” Leah said as she winked at Rose.

	“Who is your friend?” Mrs. Angela Carmichael asked.

	“I’m Rose,” the actress, whose movies were obviously not well known here,
“I’ll be staying here for awhile.”

	“Well you’ll like it here...” Angela began before her daughter interrupted
her.

	“Whoa!  What is that?” Jenny asked as she noticed the small green lizard on
the counter.

	“Well, this is a newt, Jenny,” Leah answered, “It’s like a salamander.”

	“Is he your pet?” Jenny asked.

	“You could say that,” Leah replied, “His name is Marilyn...”



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