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(These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children. ===================================================================== Archive name: Hypno46.txt Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com Story Title : Hypno Celeb 46: Michelle Pfeiffer (mc,mf,celeb) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Hypno Celeb 46: Michelle Pfeiffer 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. An idea that's been kicking around in my head for a long while now. Hope you like it. All comments and suggestions/scenarios welcomed. Enjoy. Michelle Pfeiffer ran a hand through her hair as she walked to her trailer. Shooting had wrapped for the day on her latest movie and she was anxious to get a nap before catching some dinner. Her scraggly blond hair framed her gorgeous face as she walked up to her trailer. She wore a red shirt with slacks. She was already imagining how good her bed felt as she opened the door to the trailer. She entered it and stopped short, staring at the young man who sat in a chair next to a table. He wasn't that noticeable. A nice face with short blond hair, pretty much the kind of guy you didn't give a second glance at. "Who the hell are you?" she asked. The man looked up at her with a polite smile. "Hi, I'm Simon. I'm a big fan, Ms. Pfiffer, really." "Well, I'm always happy to meet a fan, Simon, but breaking into my trailer isn't exactly the best way to get an autograph." "I apologize for that, really. I just had to meet you and show you the most amazing device. I'm test-marketing it for the celebrity class and I think it will do wonders to help you." "Okay, I'm intrigued," Michelle said. "I'll hold off calling security for five minutes. Make them count." Grinning, Simon reached under his chair and brought out a small device. It appeared to be a large box with some controls and buttons. A rod from the top held up a small metallic ball. A pair of headphones extended from the bottom of the box. "Put these on," Simon said, handing them to Michelle. "It enhances the experience." Humoring him, Michelle put the headphones on as Simon hit a couple of switches on the box. "All right," he said. "Just look at the ball and get ready to have your mind blown away." By the time, Michelle detected the humor in his voice, it was too late. Simon hit a button and a small light began to glow, illuminating the ball. The ball began to spin in place and a sudden, high-pitched whine erupted from the earphones. It was a specialized subsonic signal that attacked Michelle's conscious mind and began to shut it off. The ball was a distraction, something to occupy Michelle's vision and mind while the signal did its work. Michelle's face slackened as the device did its work, her eyes stuck to the spinning ball, the lights flashing into her eyes. The signal swiftly made its alterations and then subsided, leaving Michelle totally subversient to Simon's will. Simon reached over and took off the headphones. Michelle didn't react to the action or when Simon turned off the device. Her eyes stayed glued to the metal ball which was now resting in place. "Michelle, can you hear me?" Simon asked. "Yes," Michelle replied. Her voice was still clear, but her mind was now clouded, unable to think on its own without Simon's express wishes. "Good. Now, Michelle, I want you to listen very carefully to what I'm about to say." Simon grinned as he imagined a long-time dream of his coming true. Simon lounged in the bed of his hotel room, dressed only in a bathrobe. His hair was still wet from the shower and he was prepared to enjoy the fun he had laid out for the evening. It had taken some doing, but he had good sources and certain people who owed him. He glanced at his watch and cocked his head. He heard a shuffle as the window of his penthouse suite was opened. Right on time. He stood up, straightening his robe and walking towards the main room. He paused in the doorway and took in the sight before him. Michelle Pfiffer stood in the middle of the room, dressed in a tight black outfit with a mask over her features. Pointed ears were attached to the top of the mask and she looked at Simon with hard eyes. "Well, well," Simon said. "The Catwoman. What a pleasant surprise." "Move it or lose it, pal." Simon's programming had completely repressed Michelle's personality. As far as she was concerned, she was Catwoman, a thief who wasn't going to take crap from anyone. "I'm not staying to chat." "Not to chat, but I think you will stay." Simon held up a small strobe light and began flashing it into Michelle's eyes. She swayed in place, blinking at the sudden light. It was a harmless strobe, but it activated another part of Simon's programming. As far as Catwoman was concerned, this was a hypnotic light, melting away her will. "Don't fight it, Catwoman," Simon said. "You can't resist me." Catwoman's eyes closed as the post-hypnotic command took over. "Open your eyes, Catwoman," Simon said. "Come over here." Michelle took slow steps toward Simon. He took her by the thin hips and pulled her in, kissing her. She responded with heat, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He broke off and looked at her. "You belong to me," he said. "You exist only to serve me." He untied the belt on his robe and slipped it off, exposing his body. He pulled it off as he took Michelle over to the bed, pushing her down and straddling over her. He ran a hand up and down her body, enjoying the feeling of the tight cloth over her skin. As they kissed again, Ralph began unzipping certain sections of the outfit. He slipped off the chest area, exposing Michelle's breasts. A few more zips exposed her blond clit. She moaned as she felt the cool air hit the skin and hair. He kept the suit patches on her legs, arms, hands and face. It added to the aroused feeling that was hardening his cock. He buried his head in her cleavage and kissed both of her nipples. She moaned as she felt his hands run down her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, up and down in slow, methodical movements that helped push her further into ecstasy. Simon couldn't wait any longer, he had to have her. His cock was actually sore holding in its liquid. He embraced her again, pushing his rod inside her as he did. He began to pump her, his cock moving in and out in slow, rhythmic movements. He licked at her breasts as he pumped her, eliciting a series of gasps that rose in volume and intensity. Michelle's gloved hands ran down Simon's back as she felt his tool dive deeper into her. He ejaculated with a yell, which was drowned out by Michelle's cry as she felt herself come us well. They lay together for a moment, before he pulled his wet cock out of her. Simon kneeled down towards Michelle's masked face. "Suck it, Catwoman," he ordered. "Suck it all the way." Michelle complied, taking Simon's rod and pushing it into her mouth. She slowly suckled at it, running her tongue up and down the erect member, her gloved hands tickling at Simon's balls. It sent goosebumps down him as he pushed his cock in and out of her mouth. She took it down her throat, then pushed it out and licked the very tip of it. It was enough to send Simon in another throe of passion and he spat his semen onto Michelle's face, spilling it onto her mask. He let her lick at his tool while he absently ran a finger down her cum-covered face. Two hours later, the two were lying in bed together, spent. Simon had taken her every way he could think of and it had been wonderful. And this was only beginning. Catwoman had been his favorite fantasy with Michelle, but it was hardly his only. He pictured her on a piano, in the dress from "The Fabulous Baker Boys." He knew her voice was going to be doing more than singing.