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(These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children. ===================================================================== Archive name: Hypno11.txt Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com Story Title : Hypno Celeb 11: Alicia Silverstone, Liv Tyler and Uma Thurman (mc,ff,celeb) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Hypno Celeb 11: Alicia Silverstone, Liv Tyler and Uma Thurman MC,FF,CELEB by MAW 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 at home, seek help. This is the first in what might be a recurring theme in my celeb stories. I call it Role Play. To spice things up a bit, I'll have celebs enact certain situations. For example, while I think we all agree that the last Batman movie overall sucked, I think we can also agree that Uma Thurman was a wicked Poison Ivy and Alicia Silverstone did look good in the Batgirl outfit. This story would be set in the movie world, with Liv Tyler playing the Huntress, a character in the Batman comics. (Note to Warner Bros: That might be a good way to revive the franchise. Well, second after firing Schumacher and Cloony.) Enjoy. April in Gotham. It was just beginning to turn warm, that period when winter finally gives way to spring. Warm days turning to cold nights. Barbara Wilson aka Batgirl, was perched on the edge of a skylight, looking down at the signs of a drug deal going down. She was on solo patrol tonight. Bruce and Dick were in Metropolis, helping Superman and had left Gotham in her hands. Batgirl wore a skintight black outfit that was more armored than it looked. A cape billowed out from her shoulders and a black mask covered her eyes. Her long blond hair blew gently in the breeze. Taking a deep breath, she leaped down, breaking through the skylight and into the warehouse. Surprise was the key to her work, Bruce had told her. Surprise them and they can't think. They can't think, they can't fight. Once again, Batgirl was amazed at how right he was. She managed to take down three of the dealers before they knew what hit them. The others began making the mistake that all thugs seemingly made by attacking her one at a time instead of en masse. Batgirl swiftly disposed of them with a series of chops and kicks. Spinning, she saw one dealer pointing a gun at her. Before he could pull the trigger, a whistling sound cut through the air and an arrow knocked the gun out of the man's hands. All eyes turned to the ceiling. Swinging down from the skylight on a cable was another costumed figure. She wore a purple body suit that covered her chest and stomach and ended at her thighs. In between the costume and the knee high boots was a quite ample supply of skin. A dark purple cape hung around her. She wore purple gloves and a purple mask over her eyes, much like Batgirl's. Long dark hair swept behind her and she carried a crossbow in one hand. Batgirl recognized the Huntress. This new vigilante had been making hit-and-run attacks on criminals for some weeks now. Between her and the Dynamic Trio, crime had hit a new low in Gotham City. "Mind if I join the party?" the Huntress said as she nailed an attacker with a kick." "More the merrier," Batgirl replied. As the two fought back- to-back, Batgirl asked. "So, what brings you here?" "Couldn't sleep. Thugs having a good time keeps me up at night." "True. What's with the crossbow?" "Oh, excuse me, miss I've-got-an-item-in-my-belt-for- everything. It's nice, it's quick and it's quiet. It's gonna be the next fashion rage. You could do with some tips, you know." "What do you mean?" "Please, get some originality. That whole Bat motif has been done to death. You don't want to be left clueless." (Author's note: Sorry, I just couldn't resist.) "One of these days, I'm going to have to figure out how we can do glib repartee while fighting for our lives." "When you do, let me know." One minute later, the two stood over the bodies of the unconscious men, both heaving with breath. Before they could do anything, the sound of someone clapping caught their attention. The two turned to see a woman step out of the shadows and walk towards them. She had magenta-colored hair piled up in a giant bun on her head that slowly gave way to a small ponytail. Her gorgeous face was highlighted by mascara enhanced eyes, a wicked smile and full red lips. Her sleek body was dressed in a skintight green outfit, the bosom area resembling a group of leaves. "Ladies, ladies," she said in a sultry tone. "Your reputations don't do you justice." "Poison Ivy?!" Batgirl said. "When did they let you out of Arkham?" "About an hour ago," Ivy said, shrugging her shoulders. "You don't expect me to stay locked up while spring is in the air, do you? It's not fair to nature." "Just how did you get out?" the Huntress asked. "It's amazing what you can do when you're left alone in the chemical closet," Ivy said with a smile. "Good thing for me this used to be one of my hideouts. Thank you for cleaning out the squatters." "Don't be thanking us yet," Batgirl said, taking a fighting stance. "We're about to cut your weed." "Oh, really?" Ivy said, reaching into her costume and pulling out a small grenade-shaped device. In the blink of an eye, the Huntress aimed her crossbow and let the arrow fly. It hit the object dead center. Instantly, a cloud of vapor shot out, covering the entire area. Before they could realize the danger, Batgirl and the Huntress both breathed it in. Their bodies slumped to the ground, falling at Ivy's feet. "Poor dears," Ivy said. "Maybe I should have warned them that I'm immune to all my formulas." Shrugging, she went about redecorating the room. Batgirl's eyes opened blearily as she took in her surroundings. She seemed to be hanging in the middle of a botanical garden. Plants and vines spread out all over the place, creating a jungle without end. Before her, lounging on a bed literally made out of roses, Ivy reclined, a smirk on her face. Batgirl made a move towards her, but suddenly realized she was restrained by vines. Holding onto her arms, legs and body like cables, they held her firmly in place. Glancing over, Batgirl saw the Huntress likewise trussed up beside her. She also saw that, except for the mask, the Huntress was completely nude. Batgirl's mind quickly registered the brown tuft between the legs, the pert breasts and the flat stomach. Suddenly, she came to the realization that, except for the mask, she was naked as well. She saw the Huntress gaze at her body, lingering on her full breasts. "Like what I've done with the place?" Ivy asked. Batgirl realized that they were in the same warehouse. "A few plants really enhances the atmosphere. Makes you more comfortable. A definite break from the cold." "If you're worried about the cold, why are we naked?" Batgirl asked. "What's wrong, don't feel like going au natural?" Ivy stood up and slinked towards the duo. The vines lowered them as if they had a mind of their own, setting them down on the ground. Still gripped, the two young women stood next to each other as Ivy appraised them. "Nice," she said, stroking Batgirl's cheek. "Ever wondered about the bees and the bees?" "Even if I wanted that, I'd pick someone who didn't have the kiss of death," Batgirl replied. Ivy moved over to the Huntress. "How about you, dearie? I know you go that way. I saw the look you gave the Bat-Babe. Ever want to go with someone older?" The Huntress looked Ivy straight in the eye. "Lady, you are the sexiest woman alive. I don't think that's news. But I really don't want to be poisoned on the first date. It's hell on first impressions." Ivy stepped back, smiling. "You asked me earlier how I broke out of Arkham. Time to show you." She held up her palm and blew a handful of dust into the girl's faces. Blinking, both crime- fighters were suddenly aware of a lethargy in them, a relaxing of their muscles and nerves. A fogginess seemed to cover their minds and vision. Conscious thought receded, replaced by something else. A desire. A feeling for something. Something they needed badly. "When I was incarcerated, the warden was smart enough to assign a female guard to me," Ivy said as the two women slumped in their confines, their heads lolling down. "However, a little tinkering in the lab and I managed to create an altered version of my old pheromone dust. One that would only affect women. The phermones not only induce an instant attraction to other women, it also reduces you to being totally dominant on my will. Unfortunetly, my dear escort and I had to part company after she got me out. You know how it is, she's a cop, I'm a homicidal maniac. It'd never work out." Ivy paused in her monologue to look at her captives. Both had their heads slumped down. "Girls, look up at me and open your eyes." Both complied. Their glazed expressions provided proof that they were under Ivy's spell. With a gesture, Ivy sent her vines away. They uncovered as they uncoiled around the nubile bodies, pulling back into the walls. The two swayed slightly in place as Ivy looked them over. "Now, girls, why don't you lie down on that nice bed and let nature take its course?" She stepped out of the way as Batgirl and the Huntress took robotic steps forward, slowly lying on the bed. Ivy observed the two with a smile. The way she felt, she wanted them both to eat her out. However, she knew that they'd be dead ten seconds after tasting her clit. Ah, well. If she couldn't participate, she might as well watch. "Come on, girls. I know you both want it. Get it on." The Huntress was the first to begin. She moved herself onto Batgirl and gently kissed the other woman. Eyes closed behind her mask, Batgirl responded well as the Huntress let a hand drift down her body. She moved down Batgirl's body, bestowing kisses onto the breasts. She buried her head in between the mounds and kissed it, eliciting a sigh from Batgirl. She moved down Batgirl's body and pinched the small fat on her stomach. She let her mouth drag from the stomach all the way to the blond patch in between her legs. The Huntress gently kissed Batgirl's clit and seemed to enjoy the responding moan. She buried her head into the pussy, moving her tongue around the clit. She gripped Batgirl's thighs and pinched them as she continued. Batgirl moaned in response as she arched herself, pushing her pussy into the Huntress' mouth, urging her to continue. The Huntress continued to plunge her tongue into Batgirl's clit, her saliva mixing with the juices coming from the lips. Batgirl bucked as she came onto the Huntress, streaking her mask with cum. The Huntress disengaged her tongue and straddled Batgirl again. Batgirl kissed her with more determination as she rolled over. On top, Batgirl planted kisses all over the Huntress' body, along the neck, the stomach and especially the breasts. Taking one nipple into her mouth, Batgirl suckled it like a baby as she moved her hand down the Huntress' body. She let it slide down a shapely thigh and the smooth leg. She placed a finger into the dark patch and began rubbing it in and out. Aroused by her lovemaking, the Huntress was soon producing juices that covered Batgirl's finger. Batgirl pulled her finger out and got to her knees, pulling the Huntress up to hers. They gently kissed again, as both the Huntress and Batgirl fingered the dark pussy. Batgirl leaned onto her back as the Huntress sat down upon her, her pussy over the masked face. Batgirl jabbed her tongue in and out of the Huntress' clit, lapping at the flowing juices. The Huntress gently rocked herself on Batgirl's face, setting up a rythym that Batgirl kept to. Their joint maneuvering soon produced cum onto Batgirl's face, as she licked at the juices coming onto into her mouth. Sitting on a makeshift chair made of a pair of plants, Ivy sat, naked. Her breasts heaved as she watched the two go at each other. She had a red-colored finger moving in and out of her pussy, producing an odd greenish cum. "God, I love this town," she breathed as she felt herself orgasm. "Spring in Gotham. Nothing like it." Kristen's collection--------------------------------------