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Hypno Celeb 39: Christina Applegate
by MAW
MC,MF

     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. 
     This story is based on a manufactured image at
www.Privatepages.com. It's a must for any Hypno fans. All
suggestions/scenarios and comments are welcome. Enjoy.


     The California sun beat down on the beachgoers, a perfect
day for a tan. Christina Applegate sat on a beach chair,
sunglasses on, reading a book and listening to the calming sounds
of the ocean. She was in the middle of negations for a movie. It
was her first big project since "Married... With Children" went
off the air. It was for a smart, sophisticated college woman
which definitely was the thing she was looking for. 
     While "Married" had been good for her image and bank
account, it did hurt her in finding other roles. After spending a
decade playing a dumb, blonde tramp, Christina wanted a change of
pace. Problem was Kelly Bundy was the role she was identified
with and the type of role she was offered. She was tired of it
and wanted something different. Maybe Wes Craven would take her
on for "Scream 3."
     Christina got up and began to walk back to her car. She
brushed at her long blond hair and picked at the sand on the
bikini covering her ample figure. She was tired, that was it.
Tired of arguing, tired of all the bullshit. Maybe she should get
out while she could, try something else. Get married, have a
family, something. 
     She shook her head as she passed the small locker building
that led towards the parking lot. Her thoughts were several miles
away, caught up in her own private matters. She didn't even hear
the sound of approaching footsteps. Suddenly, an arm grabbed her
from behind and a sweet-smelling cloth was thrown over her mouth.
She tried to fight, but it was useless. She felt dizzy as soon as
she inhaled the drug on the cloth and her strength faded. She
felt her eyes slip close as blackness came over her vision.

     Christina moaned and pulled her head up. It took her a
moment to fully understand her surroundings. She was in some sort
of darkened chamber, a spotlight above her providing the sole
illumination. She was still wearing her bikini and was strapped
to some sort of red table that had her in a sitting position. She
was obviously confused and angry, with a twinge of fear. She had
no idea who was behind this, but he definitely was going to hear
from her lawyers. 
     A click caught Christina's attention. A light suddenly
appeared before her. It came into focus as a bright yellow wheel
with a spiral design to it. As Christina watched, it began to
spin, the spiral turning with a bright yellow blur. Christina
watched it turn with curiosity, wondering why anyone would do
this. Her curiosity slowly faded as her attention to the spiral
became larger, more intensive. She couldn't look away, she
couldn't think, all she could do was watch as the spiral
continued to spin, taking up her attention and her will.
     Christina was too engrossed to notice the throbbing sound
that filled the chamber. It was a series of high-pitched
subminimal messages, programmed and centered to Christina's
subconscious. Besides removing her inhibitions and raising her
hormone levels, it also placed in her a need to obey along with a
special series of commands. It continued to play, combining with
the spiral to turn Christina into a mindless plaything.
     Minutes or hours later, the signal cut off and the spiral
turned off. The restraints on her body released and she stepped
forward, swaying in place. A light suddenly came on in another
part of the chamber. It showed a large bed with a red haired
young man standing next to it, nude. If Christina had been
conscious, she would have noticed that he bore a remarkable
resemblance to a former stagehand on the show. But she couldn't
think of anything now.
     "What is your name?" the man asked.
     It took a moment before the answer came. "Kelly..Kelly
Bundy."
     "And what is Kelly Bundy?"
     The answer came to her. "Kelly Bundy is a slut. Kelly Bundy
wants sex. Kelly Bundy wants cock."
     "Who are you?"
     "I am a slut."
     "You will have me fuck you."
     "Yes, I will." 
     "Disrobe." Christina unsnapped her top and let it fall off,
her large breasts dropping free. She slid her bottom down her
legs, showing her blonde clit. Nude, she stared forward with
blank eyes, awaiting her next instruction.
     The red-haired man beckoned to her and Christina walked
towards him. He took her and brought her to him, kissing her. She
responded as well as she could, although she couldn't match his
passion and fervor. He cupped her breasts in his hands as they
kissed, his tongue snaking around her mouth. He pushed her down
on the bed and straddled her. He began to rub his hard cock in
between her breasts. He moved the cock up and down the cleavage,
pushing the breasts together, crushing his cock in between those
luscious mounds. Christina groaned in pleasure as she felt the
cock in between her tits. Kelly liked that a lot.
     The man turned them over so he was on her back. Christina
sat on his cock and began to rock on top of him. The man ran his
hands up and down her smooth hips as he began rotating his pelvis
into her. His hands reached up and squeezed her giant breasts,
eliciting a moan from Christina. Kelly loved it when men played
with her tits. She continued to ride the red-haired man, pushing
herself forward with more feeling and momentum as he began to
build. She arched back as they came together, her breasts thrust
toward the ceiling. She collapsed onto her master, allowing him
to kiss and fondle her breasts.
     The man pulled his cock out of her and sat up. "On your
hands and knees," he ordered. Helpless to disobey, Christina did
so. She smiled and sighed as she felt the hard-rock member push
in between her ass cheeks. Kelly loved being taken from behind.
He began thrusting herself in and out of her, shoving his cock
out of her pussy as he increased the tempo of his thrusts. They
were both already hot, eager to cum again, wanting the sweet
pleasure of release. It was what he wanted and what Christina
lived for. She clutched the end of the bed as he began to shoot
himself into her. Her ass tightened as she felt the wave flow
into her and then crumbled forward, exhausted from what would be
the first of several orgasms.

     Christina came awake with a start. A beach ball had hit her
in the head, thrown by an absent child. She shook her head. She
must have fallen asleep, not difficult given the warm setting.
She stood up and collected her things. She needed to go and talk
to her agent again about that part. As she walked, she reminded
herself to wait after eating before going for a swim. The cramps
were killing her. 


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