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(These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children. ===================================================================== Archive name: Hypno39.txt Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com Story Title : Hypno Celeb 39: Christina Applegate (mc,mf,celeb) ---------------------------------------------------------------- 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.