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Hypno-Fire

Standard Disclaimer, meaning this Hypnosis/Mind-Control story is NOT
TO BE READ BY PERSONS UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE. If you enjoy this story
please email my much-appreciated publisher with your comments of
encouragement. Thank you. Mesmer.
				"HYPNO-FIRE" (c) by Mesmer
                               *

John loved the bush of an afternoon, especially late afternoon, just
before dusk. He sat atop his horse and watched as the cattle settled
down for the day. One by one they found their special spot and
ungracefully lay down with a thud. He whistled the dogs, sending them
back and forth, gently rounding those cattle who had settled further
away from his selected boundary than he wanted. The dogs roused them
back up on their feet, not with noisy barking, but with gentle
threatening runs at their hind quarters or soft nips on their heels.
John smiled as he watched the professional cattle dogs work their last
for the day, noticing even they seemed a bit tired as they herded
their strays back in closer to the camp boundaries.

     He glanced over his right and left shoulders at the others.
Steven and Jack were loading the land-rover for the trip back into
town where they intended to spend the night.  Neither of them had the
thing for sleeping under the stars like John had. It was always a
motel or hotel with hot running water, soft sheets and a beer or two
before calling the day quits. John planned to send Susan, the young
work experience girl with them. This was her first night on a driving
muster. He figured, from experience with city boys and girls, that
sleeping on the same level as snakes and other ground animals wouldn't
exactly place her mind in a preparatory state for sleep without waking
him up all night with her screams at every strange noise she would
definitely be hearing throughout the night.

     A familiar whistle brought his attention casually round to his
left. It was Susan. The twenty-two-year-old girl from the city who had
arrived at their cattle station looking for work experience. She was
studying to be a vet and had wanted to gain actual hands-on experience
on a real property, working closely with real cattle and their day to
day problems, and in that way, take with her some first-hand
experience when she began the last year of her four-year course of
studies. John had admired her for her attitude towards her future
career.

     He climbed wearily down from his horse and removed the heavy
stock saddle, placing it carefully down beside the three others. Susan
was over with Jack and Steven. As John glanced in their direction, he
noticed Jack shaking his head from side to side in the negative
manner, grinning at Susan as he did so. Steven then said something he
couldn't quite hear and then Jack and Steven both laughed loudly. He
watched as Susan turned and walked away from them, heading off into
the bushes, probably to take care of her bodily functions, he thought,
which immediately reminded him of how long he had been sitting in the
saddle without relieving his bladder that long afternoon. 

     He stood up wearily and headed off into the bush also, but in the
opposite direction to where he had seen Susan walking towardly. When
he returned, he saw Jack and Steven making his fire for the night. The
sun was just saying its final goodbyes to any who happened to notice
it leaving for the day.   He walked over to them, curiously wondering
why Susan wasn't back. She should've been, he figured, as he squatted
down on his haunches and shifted a few of the small sticks so that
when the fire was lit it would burn more evenly towards the larger
ones he liked to see burn well into the night. 

     Steven and Jack stood on the other side, packing up the last of
their things and then throwing them into the back of the rover. Then
they both walked over to him and squatted down as he was, resting
comfortably on their haunches as the men from the Australian bush had
a way of doing when they wanted to take a quick break without laying
flat on their backs under a tall, leafy gum tree.

     "She wants to stay with you." Steven said with a dry laugh. "I
told her no, and told her about all the bitey things that might get
her through the night. I think she's a bit miffed right now."

     Jack and John both joined Steven in their quiet laughter at city
people and their huffy ways when they didn't get what they wanted.

     "I told her you were a loner, too." Jack said with a wry grin.
"And really liked your privacy out here of a night."

     The men quieted their mirth then as Susan strode out through the
bushes and stepped out her pace towards them. John glanced casually,
but quickly towards her face and knew instantly she hadn't given up on
the idea of staying for the night. Her jaw was set firm and her eyes
focussed - directly on his. He looked casually back down at the pile
of twigs in the would-be fire site and smiled. A fiery one at that, he
thought amused.

     "I'm not afraid of snakes." Susan said quietly, but firmly as she
tried her best to hunker down onto her haunches as the men had done,
finding it a bit difficult in the tight jeans she had worn for the
day. Nevertheless, she managed it, but only to a certain degree.

     John smiled without looking up at her when she spoke, amused at
the way he could see her squatting out of the corner of his eye. He
half-expected any good evening breeze to blow her sideways, should it
decide to come up, so precarious did her state of balance seem to him.
He said nothing, just waited until she said what she had been in the
bushes for so long planning to say when she returned.

     "Why is it," Susan began again. "That all you guys think you've
got the only claim to being the Man from Snow River?"

     Steven and Jack burst out laughing at her childish way of getting
back at them for refusing to let her spend the night in the bush. John
just smiled quietly, secretly admiring her for having a go at them in
her own way.

     "If any snake comes within one foot of me, I'll be wearing a new
belt come breakfast time." Susan added for good measure.

     All three of the men then burst out laughing at her proposed
toughness, knowing full well how she, and they as well would react to
a ten-foot brown snake curling up inside her sleeping bag with her for
the night. When the laughter died down John looked squarely into her
defiant eyes. They dared him to say something belittling, as the
others had done to her.

     "All right." John said quietly, then dropped his gaze back to the
unlit campfire, his hands once again fiddling with the small twigs.
"Get your gear."

     Steven and Jack looked quickly at him, surprised for only a few
seconds. Then they accepted his decision with a smile and a grin and
both stood up and stretched. He was the boss. If he wanted to put up
with her squarking all night that was his problem. At least they
wouldn't have to baby-sit her throughout the evening.

     John kept his gaze steadily on the twigs in his hands, waiting,
knowing Susan had proven herself so far in all the work they had given
her to do and hadn't failed too badly in any of it. She had driven her
herd of twenty or so stray cattle slowly in amongst the others without
disturbing the main herd, which wasn't an easy task at the best of
times. He raised his gaze to hers. She was looking straight at him,
smiling. 

     Yes, he thought, as he held her green, emerald eyes for a few
seconds longer than he should have. John thought she hadn't been doing
too badly, so far, for a city girl, that is. He didn't have a lot of
faith in city girls, or boys either for that matter. Those he had seen
working on cattle properties in the past didn't seem to have any
stamina for hard work without a rest break every hour or so. 

     But, this one hadn't done too badly so far, he decided, and he
couldn't judge her by the other's standards. She seemed a little
different. She had willingly asked for jobs that others from the city
would've shied away from, including getting up at dawn to milk by hand
the ten cows the property used for fresh milk every morning. Once John
had taught her how to milk she seemed fine and preferred to be left
alone without him supervising her at all.  She'd only had a few
accidents where a grumpy cow or a mistake by her had seen the cow's
hoof stamp angrily down into the bucket of fresh milk, which then had
to be thrown out.

     John watched as Susan shifted her gaze from his and stood up, and
not without some difficulty. He smiled quietly as she headed off to
get her gear from the rover. He thought earlier of how he had watched
her climb down from her small chestnut horse and loosen the girth of
the saddle. Then she had dragged it off its back and placed it
carefully down on the ground. He had then nudged his own horse towards
the direction where the saddles were sitting, knowing he would be
doing the same thing within minutes. He had stopped a little away from
Susan and the others and had done it, then, looking forward to the cup
of billy tea he planned to make when Susan and the others left for
their comfortable motel rooms for the night - only now, it was tea for
two, John thought with a grin as he lit the twigs to get the fire
roaring for the night. Tea for two.

			      * * 
				After Steven and Jack had left for
town John and Susan had individually gone to the river and bathed,
washing off the dirt and dust from the day's droving. John had changed
into a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a light T-shirt. It was
midsummer and the nights were still warm - too hot in the sleeping
back with jeans on.

     Susan had also changed into a pair of baggy shorts and a loose
top, he noticed, as he saw her coming back from the river's edge. Not
that it did much to hide the fullness of her breasts which jiggled as
she walked along, high-stepping every now and then over a clump of
grass. No bra, obviously, John figured as he dropped his gaze when she
approached the fire and sat on her knees.

     "Thanks." She said quietly.

     "No problems." John answered, stoking the fire, upon which sat
the frying pan with their bacon and eggs he was cooking them both for
dinner.

     "Bacon and eggs for dinner shouldn't throw out your body clock
too much." He told her with a grin and without looking up at her.

     "That's fine." Susan answered with a smile in her voice.

     They ate in comfortable silence. John was the type of man who
said something only when he had something to say. He figured if others
couldn't handle his silence or lack of contributing silence, then that
was their problem - not his. Whenever his gaze met Susan's, she just
smiled, and didn't seem to him, too put off by his lack of a running
commentary on their hastily, but efficiently prepared dinner.

     After they'd finished eating John put the billy on for their
evening cup of tea. Then he stood up and stretched.

     "The dishes are yours." He smiled down at her as she finished the
last of her bacon and eggs. "Fair enough?"

     Susan looked up at him and smiled. "No problems." She grinned.

     He laughed at her saying his own favourite phrase back to him.
Then he walked to his bedroll and sleeping bag and rolled it out,
brushing away the ground around where he intended to sleep for the
night with a leafy branch he picked up along the way. Then he walked
back to the fire and checked the billy tea water. It was bubbling at
the right temperature. He made them both a cup of black, steaming hot
tea and sat back down by the fire.

     "I'll do the dishes now, I think." Susan said, getting to her
feet and gathering the dishes. "I don't like scalding hot tea. It'll
be cool enough for me when I've finished."

     John smiled, but said nothing as he watched her take her armload
of dishes and utensils down towards the river to wash them, wondering
if that would be his first rescue mission for the night if she fell
into the river, or was frightened by some bush animal coming out in
front of her to feed for the night. But, she was back in ten minutes.
John noticed she looked a bit white around the gills, but other than
that she looked none the worse for her walk through the darkened bush
track down and back to the river.

     He smiled at her as she sat back down on her sleeping blanket.
She had bunched it up beneath her to sit on, then reached for her tea
off the coals at the edge of the warm fire which was now losing some
of its tall, flaming fiery-ness and settling down more to a more even
all-round burn. He watched quietly, alone with his thoughts as Susan
sipped the still-hot mug of black tea.

     "Mmmm." She said, looking over the fire glow at him drinking his
own. "You make a nice cup of tea."

     John smiled, raising his mug to her in a mock toast of
congratulating himself. But he said nothing, content to just sit and
let the warmth of the fire penetrate to the depths of his

tired and aching muscles. His gaze rested somewhere in the depths of
the steady, golden flames as his body relaxed from the welcome
invasive heat as his thoughts soared on the wings of their birth. 

     Every now and then John would glance casually over at her and
notice that she too had seemed to let her mind and thoughts rest in
the warm depths of the fire's heart. Her eyes seemed glazed, half-open
and languid as they stared unseeingly into the golden flames licking
every which way but loose into the air above the burning logs. 

     Susan was resting on the side of her thighs, half-sitting and
half-lying. He could make out the shape of her breasts and the fact
that they had swung down to lie to one side against each other as she
leaned on her elbow and gazed steadily into the warmth of the fire.
Her chest seemed to rise and fall gently with her even breathing and
John suddenly noticed she hadn't blinked for several minutes. Her eyes
seemed frozen in place along with the rest of her as the flames held
her attention uninterruptedly. He watched her for several more
minutes, yet still she didn't blink. Her face seemed very relaxed and
calm, and if it wasn't for the fact that her eyes were still half-open
she would look like she had gone to sleep.

     "Still among the living?" John said quietly to her. If she had
gone to sleep, he didn't want to awaken her with a start. There was no
answer. She just half-lay, half-sat there, staring into the fire. John
could see her cheeks had flushed from the heat of being so close to
the fire. 

     "Earth calling Susan?" he said softly, with a smile in his voice
at the fire-entranced girl. Yet still no answer came. 

     John just sat there and gazed at her for several long minutes,
trying to decide what to do, and taking in the form of her while he
was at it. He hadn't really noticed her in that way before, but he was
now. He could clearly see the full, nestling shape of her breasts
beneath the loose top she was wearing. And the wide expanse of smooth
thighs extending downwards from each leg of her loose and baggy shorts
was enough to create a stirring in his loins he had not previously
felt whenever he had been around her. 

     He stared hard at her calm, relaxed face again, realising she had
not gone to sleep, simply because her eyes were still open. Half-mast
they were, but they were still open and staring unblinking into the
flickering flames of the campfire. John then wondered if she was
hypnotised. 

     He looked closely at the flickering, shimmering golden flames
leaping and bending, turning and twisting from the fiery logs of their
birth and decided that they were so relaxing to look at that she
probably had hypnotised herself by looking at them for something to do
since he had not engaged her in a running conversation after their
dinner.

     John also realised that she was probably very tired as well after
her first all-day stint in the saddle on top of a rocking and rolling
horse. He rose slowly from where he had been sitting and walked
carefully around to her, sitting on his haunches only two feet away
from where she lay propped up on her elbow and staring vacantly into
the shimmering golden yellow flames. He noticed that although he had
made some small noises in moving around to her side of the fire Susan
had not given any sign that she was now aware he was sitting close to
her.

     John simply stared at the entranced young woman as his mind
recalled every story he'd ever heard about hypnosis. By the time he
had recollected several he felt his body shift uncomfortably deep
within his loins. He decided to see what happened if he were to speak
to her. After all, she could only wake up, he thought.

     "You can close your eyes now, Susan." He said softly, soothingly,
and was surprised to see her eyes flutter a few times, then gently
close, all the way down as she sighed. John's heart skipped a beat as
he realised that she had indeed, fully hypnotised herself by gazing
uninterrupted at the flames. Her breathing was still even and gentle
and hadn't changed a bit for him having spoken to her. He decided to
try it again.

     "You can open your eyes now, Susan." He said soothingly,
stretching it out to sound sleepy-like. To his increasing surprise
Susan's eyes slowly opened back to their former half- mast position
whereupon she focussed right back into the centre of the curling and
bending yellow flames.

     "You may close your eyes now, Susan." He said again, watching her
carry out his suggestion with another sigh. Then, for an instant he
wondered if she was putting him on.  After all, he wasn't all that
experienced with city girls and the tricks they could play on a man if
they really wanted to. He'd heard all the stories, of course. At that
point in time John decided to put her self-imposed hypnotic state to
the test. If she was trying to fool him, he would soon enough find
out. If she wasn't? Well, maybe he would learn about hypnosis for
himself, and just what it could and couldn't do - first hand, hands-on
style.

			     * * * 
				John remained perched solidly and
comfortably on his haunches while thinking up some sure-fire tests for
the entranced woman who lay before him, half lying, half-sitting and
propped up on her elbow.

     "You would be more comfortable, Susan," he told her soothingly,
"if you were to lay your head down ... on your sleeping bag ... and
just relax."

     To John's complete amazement, Susan, eyes still closed, sat up
slowly and shifted her sleeping bag so that it was further along from
where it had been. Then she lay down and rolled over onto her back,
resting her head down into its softness with a deep, long sigh. Her
arms flopped on the ground by her side. The toes of her shoes fell
slightly apart as she relaxed back into the hard ground. Her baggy
shorts hung stretched, open and loose around her upper thighs,
allowing him a first-hand view of the soft inside flesh of her creamy
thigh, coloured golden from the yellow flames of the campfire. John
smiled, finding his excitement mounting, in more ways then one.

     "It's very warm tonight," he told her in his now-deliberately
soothing, slow voice.  "By the warm fire ... with its hot flames that
make ... you feel so warm and relaxed."

     He watched as Susan shifted a little, appearing to make herself
more comfortable.  Then her right hand slowly came up and rested on
the material of her loose cotton top, holding it away from her body.
She began to gently pull it out and back in a sort of fanning action,
as if she were trying to cool herself. Then he felt himself stir
deeply with his next thought, but, should he dare? He thought to
himself as he considered the possible consequences of his intended
suggestion. Then, for some strange reason John threw all his normal
caution to the winds of the night, totally enthralled by what was
happening, and what could happen.

     "It's way too hot ... and way too uncomfortable ... to be wearing
any clothes." He told her in his especially acquired voice and
intonations. "You would be ... much more relaxed ...  and comfortable
... beside the night-fire ... if you were free of them ... once and
for all ... on this hot, warm night."

     He watched Susan's other hand come slowly up and join the other
as she unbuttoned her loose, cotton top.He held his breath as she
slowly then sat up and drew the top off each shoulder and then lay it
on the ground beside her. John's mouth fell open at the sight of her
exposed breasts. They hung full and free, her flesh shimmering
patterns of golden yellow in the glow from the twisting and curling
flames. Her nipples were long and dark, succulent, and, John thought,
very erect, too. 

     John's heart began to pound steadily against his rib cage with
the quickening of his pulse as he stared at them for several seconds
before Susan then reached down to the belt of her shorts and released
it. Then she slid the zipper down to the bottom of its travel. Her
hands thumbed the sides of them at her waist and dragged them slowly
downwards to her knees, lifting her buttocks from side to side as they
passed over them. Once having got them to her knees, Susan then
slipped them slowly down to her ankles and off her feet, one at a
time.

     His own breathing deepened as he watched the unbelievable show
unfolding before his very eyes. Susan's hands reached back to her
waist. Her thumbs once again slipped beneath the waistband of her
white, brief underwear and dragged them down over her hips and
buttocks, just as she had done with the baggy shorts, exposing her
junction's triangle of lush and thick, soft, black, curly pubic hair
to his eager gaze as she turned and stretched out fully her sleeping
bag on the ground behind her. 

     But, Susan did not hop inside it. Instead, she lay full length on
top of it, crossing her ankles and resting her hands lightly beneath
her breasts across the top of her gently rising and falling stomach as
she breathed. Then she sighed, deep and long, and seemed to relax
fully back down into the ground. The glow of the golden flames danced
like fireflies over her entire form from head to toe, giving her
figure and completely nude shape an almost surreal image to John's
hungry and very excited eyes as they simply stared agape at the first
sight of a nude woman's body he had seen in a very long time. He had
to get to the city more often, he thought - too long between  drinks.
The End.
				If you have enjoyed this story please
email your comments or criticisms to me. Thank you for reading. -
Mesmer
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