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(These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children. ===================================================================== Archive name: Hypno12.txt Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com Story Title : Hypno Celeb 12: Carrie Fisher (mc,mf,celeb) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Hypno Celeb 12: Carrie Fisher by MAW MC,MF,CELEB Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains explicit 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. Thank you all for being so patient during my absence. School does cut into my writing time a bit. This is the answer to one of the most requested ideas I received. Hope it's worth it. January, 1997. Los Angeles. Carrie Fisher heard the roar as soon as she stepped out of the theater. The crowd was going crazy. The Special Edition of the Star Wars Trilogy had been wildly received by the premiere crowd. It was certainly different from the low-key premiere the movie had gotten twenty years ago. Brushing her short dark hair, Carrie waved at the fans as she made her way to the limo. She knew Mark was close behind and the crowd probably wanted to see him more. Stepping into her limo, Carrie sighed as she fell back into the seat. She glanced up at the driver's seat to see a twentyish man with sandy blond hair smiling at her. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Fisher," he said. "I'm John and I'm a huge Star Wars fan." "Nice to meet you, John," Carrie said as she leaned back. "Long night?" John asked as he pulled into traffic. "It's not that," Carrie said. "Seeing yourself twenty years younger brings a little nostalgia to you. Too bad I can't use the technology to look like that in all my movies." "Ms. Fisher, you're still a knock-out in my book." "Appreciated. But right now, I'm just a little tired." "Yeah, premieres get to you. Look, just sit back, relax and I'll have you at your hotel in no time. Take a look at the view. I think it's nice. A lot of people find it comforting to be able to just watch the view from the backseat. Not worry about the driving, just sit back, relax and watch the view. You get that?" "Sometimes," Carrie said. She leaned back into the cushioned seat and fixed a tired gaze on the outside. "Yeah, a lot of people like to watch things go by," John continued. "The buildings, the shops, the lights. Have you ever noticed how the lights look as you drive by them? I mean, look up at them. Look up and watch them as they go by. One after another after another after another. The way they keep zipping in and out of your view. Flashing right by your eyes, right by your vision. Going by so fast that they just seem like a blur. It's relaxing just to watch them past, to watch them go by." John pressed his foot on the brake lightly, coming to a stop at the light. Without missing a beat, he continued. "When you're stopped, you can still look at the lights. They're stationary now and so appealing. You can still look at it. Just watch it, watch it deeply. Let yourself feel the glow, the warmth, the light. Just keep watching it and staring into it and feel the warmth. You feel so warmed and relaxed." John glanced in the rear-view mirror as he began driving again. Carrie had her head leaned back on the headrest, staring out the window. A dreamy expression was on her face. Her entire body seemed relaxed, her hands lying limply on her lap. "You can see the lights flashing again, flashing past your eyes, each flash feeling more and more relaxing. You are so relaxed as you watch them flash by you. Your eyes feel heavy watching them. So heavy and so relaxed. As you watch them flash more and more, your eyes feel more and more heavy. You feel so relaxed right now. All you want to do is close your eyes and let yourself drift. Just let yourself drift away. Just close your eyes and drift." John looked back at the passenger section. Carrie was slumped in her seat, eyes closed. John quickly took a side street that led to a small park. "Now, Carrie, as you feel the car moving, you can feel yourself falling deeper and deeper into relaxation. So relaxed now, so deep. Just let yourself drift and fall deeper and deeper into relaxation. So deep and so heavy." John stopped the car and faced the entranced Carrie. "Now Carrie, listen to me very carefully..."September 1997. New York. "So, tell them I'll be there at nine tomorrow, okay?" Carrie talked to her agent as she walked around her apartment. The comfortable loft had a great view of the city. Carrie brushed her long brown hair as she talked to her agent. "Okay, you know where the store is? I'll meet you there a half-hour early, okay?" Hanging up, the agent was struck again by the change in Carrie. Maybe it was some kind of mid-life thing but ever since Star Wars was rereleased, a change for the better had come over her. She had been dieting and exercising to the point where her body looked ten years younger. She had also been letting her hair grow longer. In all, Carrie was become more light-hearted in the last few months. Whatever caused it, if it made Carrie happy, it was worth it. Carrie had just hung up the phone when it rang again. "Hello?" she asked, turning it on. "How are the stars, Princess?" John came to the loft and opened the door. It was unlocked, as he had commanded it to be. He wore an odd outfit, a green tunic with dark pants and shoes. He walked carefully through the darkened apartment, coming to the dimly lit bedroom. He entered it, seeing the large bed. Lying on top of it was the culmination of fifteen years of dreams and nine months of waiting. Carrie lay on the bed, the dreamy look still on her face. A reddish-brown armor bikini top covered her breasts. Similarly armored belt around her slim waist. Cloth hung from the belt all the way down her perfect legs. Her feet were bare, with amulets on her ankles and wrists. Her hair was braided behind her with iron clasps in it. A choker hung around her neck, attached to a chain attached to a ring on the wall. "Look at me, Princess," John commanded. Carrie raised her head to look at him. "I am your master, Princess. I own you. You can only do what I want. You can only do as I say. I control you. I command you. Do youunderstand?" "Yes.." Carrie whispered. In her hypnotized mind, she was no longer Carrie Fisher. She was Princess Leia, held captive and drugged by one of Jabba The Hutt's henchmen. She had to do as he said until Luke could rescue her. The fantasy implanted in her mind by John had taken hold firmly. Her exercising, her hair, the suit she had been given, the chain. All had been provided by John who gave them to her then erased her mind of the event. John wasted no time. He had waited years for the chance to make his dream come true and he was ready to use it. He moved onto the bed, straddling the prone Carrie. He moved a hand up her body, loving the smooth feel of her skin. He slipped a finger underneath the armor top and lightly brushed one breast. Carrie sighed in response. John leaned down and kissed her, moving her tongue around her mouth, loving the satisfaction she returned to him. They embraced each other, John feeling the weights of the bracelets on his back. John quickly disrobed, her tunic and pants falling to the ground. He continued to kiss Carrie, moving down her body. He came to the iron belt she wore and smiled. Unlike the original, this belt had a special addition John had specifically put in. Unsnapping a special section opened a plating that revealed Carrie's brown clit. Smiling, John moved his head underneath the satin cloth and put his tongue inside Carrie's womanhood. He gently began to jab his tongue in and out, provoking Carrie's sexuality. Her groans of response let him know he was doing a good job. Gripping the smooth thighs for handles, John licked at Carrie's clit, his slave's moans driving him on. When the first sweet taste of her filled his mouth, John quickly disengaged his tongue. He sat up and pulled Carrie to him, inserting his rock-hard member into her. Grunting, John began to move in and out of Carrie, his cock thrusting into the slit in her suit. Gasping, Carrie urged her master on, red- painted fingernails raking his back. John buried his head above the armored top as he continued to pump his slave. He came, his load shooting through Carrie, producing a high shriek. They lay still in each other's arms for a moment. John became aware of exactly where his eyes were and decided to go for the gold. He unstrapped Carrie's top, letting it fall heavily to the bed. He took a moment to admire those long sought after breasts before burying his head between them. He lovingly kissed each one, letting his tongue drag over one nipple, kissing the other. He felt himself begin to come again and continued to suck Carrie's breasts, her growing pleasure answered in another incredible orgasm. Separating himself from Carrie, John lay her down on the bed, the chain around her throat rattling. "Kneel, Princess," he commanded. Carrie obediently kneeled, her ass right in front of John. Brushing aside the cloth, John undid another piece of armor, exposing Carrie's asshole. He jammed his still hard cock in and began pumping again. He felt cum far faster than he expected, the fantasy fulfilled fueling his sexuality. He thrust his cock in and out of her ass, her shouts bringing him joy. He shot into her again, her satisfied cry the icing on the cake. He took her and lay down with her, his cock pushed against her ass, his hands feeling her breasts. "Thank you, George Lucas," John whispered. Now if the second trilogy was just as good... Kristen's collection-----------------------------------