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(These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children. ===================================================================== Archive name: Hypno63.txt Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com Story Title : Hypno Celeb 63: Angelina Jolie (mc,ff,celeb) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Hypno Celeb 63: Angelina Jolie by MAW MC, FF 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. Recently, a saw a post on alt.sex.stories from someone who said that my stories were "tired and uninteresting" and that I should take a sign from my hard drive crashing and quit. To that person, I am not angry. I may not like your opinion but I encourage your right to speak it. That goes for everyone. If you like my stories, tell me. If you don't, tell me. I'm a sucker for e-mail, hence my various messages. Folks, I write these stories because I like to, because it gives life to my fantasies. If you don't like them, don't read them. If you like them, great. I write and post these because I want to and I intend on doing it for as long as I can. If you don't like that, that's your prerogative. I also write for another reason. I know that I'm not the only one with this fetish. I know there are others out there who enjoy these. If just one person, somewhere, gets some joy and satisfaction out of my work, I'm happy. I'm no Shakespeare. Hell, I'm not even Sidney Sheldon. But I am a writer and a writer's goal is to entertain. I hope I've done that with someone. Well, sorry to stand on the soapbox but without nightly access to alt.sex.stories, I need to get these feelings out. I apologize to the person who sent me this idea, because I can't remember their name. But thanks all the same. All comments and suggestions/scenarios welcomed. Enjoy. The Internet. It's been called many things, from an invaluable tool of information to a brain-sucking web of electrons. But millions are hooked onto it. It's almost addictive in a way. Once you've gotten online, you hate to get off. It gives you a chance to communicate with people you'd otherwise never meet. However, it also gives them a chance to peek into your world. A peek that may become an opening. Angelina Jolie's introduction to the net came when she was making the movie "Hackers." Although not a success, the movie had gotten her noticed and was leading to her quick rise in Hollywood. She'd won a Golden Globe and had earned good reviews for the cable movie "Gia" and was looking over a number of scripts. At the moment, though, she was surfing the net, killing some time and, in a brief burst of vanity, checking out a few web sites on herself. Fame was still amazing Angelina. In such a short time, she'd gone from the daughter of Jon Voight to a star in her own right. It took a little adjusting to, but she was handling it well. Her eyes scanned down the list of sites that came up under her name and was caught by one in particular. "The Angelina Jolie Slaver Site." Inwardly, Angelina groaned. She'd already seen a few manufactured images of her, in everything from chains to drag. They were nice, from an technical point of view but she wasn't a huge fan of them. She was curious though, so she clicked on the site address and waited for it to load up. The screen went black for a moment, then loaded up with a shining green disk. It began to spin gently, a repitious pattern that drew Angelina's attention. As her eyes gazed at the center of the disk, a green beam of light shot out and struck her right in the eyes. Angelina's entire body tingled as if an electric shock had gone through her. Her eyes remained fixed to the screen and the brilliant green light coming from it. The light finally faded and Angelina sat motionless, her eyes fixed to the screen, but blank. The screen cleared and word began to appear on it as if someone was typing. "Hello, Angelina. My name is unimportant. I'm your mistress, that's all you need to know. It took a while for me to find out your username and even longer to create the virus. But you've no doubt felt its effects. You have no will until I release you, which I don't intend on doing just yet. Read carefully, Angelina and obey..." At precisely five minutes past eight, a doorbell rang at a middle-class home in the suburbs. Inside, a young woman, about 25, was in the bedroom. She lit a few candles, throwing a yellow glow on the large bed before her. She was tall, with blond hair, wearing a white robe that showed off a curvaceous body. She blew out her match and walked to the front door. Opening it, she saw Angelina standing there wearing a long coat, her short dark hair neatly brushed, her eyes glazed. "I'm ready, Mistress," Angelina said in a soft voice. "Excellent," Mistress replied. "Come in." She led the entranced Angelina to the bedroom. The woman stood in front of Angelina and took off her coat. She smiled as she gazed at the form before her. Angelina was almost entirely nude, save for a pair of sheer black hose that covered her legs. Her breasts were prominently displayed, the nipples already tight and ready. Mistress smiled and began to command her mindless slave. "Lie face down on the bed." Angelina complied and Mistress sat down next to her, running a hand over her back. She came to her hips and let a finger trace the tattoos at the small of her back. She then slid her hands onto the smooth buttocks, rubbing Angelina's ass. Angelina moaned as she felt her Mistress' hands on her. The woman continued to massage Angelina's behind, her hands sliding down to her clit. The two index fingers entered the wetting pussy, ever-so-slightly touching the lips. The woman increased her motions, her hands beginning to move faster on Angelina's behind. With each motion, her fingers dug in more at Angelina's pussy and asshole. Angelina's moans intensified as she felt herself invaded by a pleasurable stinging as the woman's red-nailed hands entered her. She came, spilling herself out on the sheets as the woman squeezed her ass, as if trying to squeeze toothpaste out of a tube. The woman took her cum-soaked hands and ran them up the hosed legs below her, sliding her fingers down the smooth curves. She spent several minutes touching those nice stems before turning Angelina over. The woman squeezed Angelina's breasts, kneading them expertly, knowing this was turning the mesmerized woman on. Angelina withered on the bed as she felt the woman kiss her, their lips locking tight. Angelina felt arousal shoot through her as the kiss continued. The woman sent her hand running down Angelina's body, past the sunken belly, to the wet pussy. Her hand worked its way in, two fingers sliding into the slick passage. Angelina moaned through the kiss as she felt the return of that wonderful feeling inside her. The woman ran her fingers up and down the dark patch of hair, working deep inside the actress. Angelina moaned again as she felt herself begin to release, her juices dripping out in long squirts, staining her Mistress' fingers. The woman removed her hand and licked it, tasting the sweet scent of her slave. She undid her robe and lay back, her blond hair framing her face. "You may receive your reward, Angelina," she said. "You may pleasure me." Overjoyed at finally being able to touch her Mistress, Angelina went in, burying her head in between the large breasts, laying kisses on the curves and the nipples. "Below, Angelina," Mistress commanded. "I'm waiting." Angelina moved down the wonderful body beneath her, coming to the blond patch in between the thin legs. She moved her head in and extended her tongue, licking at the pussy. The woman smiled and let a small moan escape her lips. Her thighs moved in, clutching at Angelina's head, holding her face in. Angelina hardly noticed, her tongue burrowing into the sweet garden before her. She lapped away at it, her tongue jabbing deeper and deeper before hitting paydirt. Mistress held her in close as she felt herself orgasm, waiting for Angelina to lick away every bit of juice flowing from her. It was the first of many acts that Angelina would perform for her Mistress in a night that later seemed to Angelina like a dream. Although she would have several other blank nights like this, she would also be aware of a sense of contentment inside her that made her feel better. She also noticed that surfing the net no longer had the pleasure it once did. At least, unless she went to a specific site and the wonderful green disk it held... Kristen's collection