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(These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children. ===================================================================== Archive name: Hypno67.txt Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com Story Title : Hypno Celeb 67: Neve Campbell - Denise Richards (mc,mff,celeb) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Hypno Celeb 67: Neve Campbell and Denise Richards by MAW MC, MFF 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, as well as the six that follow it, will focus on a single character as he brings together his favorite fantasy couplings. I've narrowed it down to these seven, so I hope you enjoy. All comments and suggestions/scenarios welcomed. Enjoy. For lack of anything else, let's call him Mike. It's a good name, proud and yet common. The kind of name that blends into a crowd, which was pretty much what he did. He wasn't fat or thin, tall or short. He had handsome features, but not the kind that attract attention. His sandy blond hair wasn't noticeable any more than his drab clothes. In fact, the one thing that made him stand out, which was only noticeable when you got close to him, were his brilliant green eyes. They seemed to instantly catch your attention and suck you in. Which was what Mike used them for. Mike was a hypnotist. No, to put it better, Mike was *the* hypnotist. Through a mix of personal charisma, mental power and an unusual twist in genetics, he could have a person under his absolute control in seconds. And when they were deeply entranced, a feat that went much faster for him, they would do anything he commanded. Anything at all. One doesn't have to be a clairvoyant to tell what happened when Mike hit college. Besides acing his courses, getting a high degree and securing several high ranking job offers, he made time for half of the college coeds, most of whom would not remember even meeting him. By the time he was 25, Mike had a comfortable bank account, a fine home in Seattle and respect and influence within his chosen field. But Mike felt something missing, a yen that needed to be answered. When he realized what it was, he was amazed he hadn't seen it before. When you're a major film and TV buff, when you have the ability to hypnotize anyone and make them do whatever you want, where do you go? Simple. Hollywood. Being rich and powerful had its definite advantages. Gaining access to the set of "Party of Five" had been a snap for Mike. Adjusting the pass on his shirt, he made his way through the hustle and bustle of the set. There were two stars he had to meet today. One was for the immediate future, the other a set-up for a later time. Jennifer Love Hewitt was the first one Mike spotted. She was just exiting her trailer, her long brown hair flowing down her neck, the light outfit she wore failing to hide her sizable breasts. Mike took a quick glance around to see if anyone would notice. He got more of a kick taking his time with an induction, but in this setting, he had to do this fast. He placed a hand on Jennifer's shoulders and spun her around. Before she could say anything, Mike locked eyes with her. Jennifer instantly felt a wave of dizziness come over her as Mike began to weave his spell. "Your eyes are heavy," Mike said in a flat tone. "Very heavy. You can't keep them open. Sleep. Sleep and hear only my voice. Sleep." In seconds, Jennifer's eyes shut and her head lolled forward. "Jennifer, listen carefully. When I snap my fingers, you'll wake up. You will not remember being asleep or seeing me. However, if you ever hear my voice, and only my voice, say the word 'trenchcoat', you will instantly fall asleep. Remember that and nothing else." Mike snapped his fingers even as he began to walk away. He had another pressing matter to attend to. Neve Campbell was on the set, just finishing a scene as Mike came up to observe. She was wearing a dark dress with her legs showing, her short dark hair framing that attractive face. Mike took a moment to watch her. He'd always found her attractive, but didn't realize just how down and dirty sexy she could be until he'd seen "Wild Things." It was that movie that spurred his idea and his trip to Hollywood. So, it was only fair to thank Neve by letting her be the first to taste his charms. The scene finished and Neve walked away from the cameras. She headed over to her dressing room, swigging a drink from a bottle of water. Entering her room, she closed and locked the door behind her. When the show had started a few years earlier, she had never thought it would raise her star so far. Four hit movies and several magazine covers later, she was one of the hottest women in the country. The pressure got to her sometimes, but this was the lifestyle she'd picked. If she'd wanted obscurity, she would have worked at K-Mart. "A wonderful performance. As always." Neve jumped and turned to look at Mike standing before her. "Sorry," he said with an apologetic smile. "I'm a fan." "My fans don't break into my dressing room," Neve said, relaxing slightly. "Potential stalkers do." Mike calmly walked forward, his hands in his pockets. "I'm not dangerous. And I am sorry for coming in like this. I know you've had a long day today. And I know you want nothing more now than to relax after such a long day. You really want to relax, more than anything." Mike kept his eyes fixed on Neve's as he spoke. "You're only now becoming aware of how tired you are, Neve, of how much you need sleep. The day is over and all the fatigue you've built up over it, all the strains and all the tensions are now overwhelming you. It would feel good to sleep. Sleep. To close your eyes and go to sleep. You want it so much, Neve, to sleep. Don't you?" "..Yes.." Neve whispered, her eyes still fixed on Mike's, peering beyond the drooping lashes. "But..I can't.." "Yes, you can, Neve. You want to. It's all right. I'm a friend. A good friend. Aren't I a good friend, Neve?" "Yes.." "Yes, I'm a good friend, Neve. And as a friend, I will let you sleep. It's all right. Just close your eyes and sleep. Sleep deeply. Deep, Neve, let yourself fall into a nice, deep sleep." Neve slumped in her chair as she fell into trance, going deeper than anyone else would have. Mike knelt next to her chair, whispering softly. "Neve, listen carefully. You love being asleep like this. Being in this sleep, listening to everything I say, it makes you feel so very good. So incredibly good. All you want to do is listen and obey everything I say. Now listen carefully..." Denise Richards must have been aware of how her exit from the pool mirrored a similar scene in "Wild Things." The wet bathing suit clinging to her body, her long dark hair slicked back against her back, it made her glad there was no one in the gym to notice. She didn't regret the movie, it defiantly helped her career. Of course, after "Starship Troopers," your career can only go up. What she was slightly regretting was agreeing to go nude. Now, almost all of the scripts that came to her called for nude scenes. It was enough to make one drop out of the business. She glanced up and saw Mike sitting on a bench, gazing at her with a look of approval on his face. "Very nice. May I show you something?" Without waiting for approval, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a golden disk. Holding it right in the palm of his hand, he showed it to Denise, tilting it so the light bounced off the disk and glinted right into her eyes. "Nice, isn't it? The way it catches the sun, the way it shines. So shiny. So bright and shiny. The light just bounces off it, back and forth, back and forth." Mike tilted the disk so the light bounced back and forth, right into Denise's enraptured eyes. "It's so bright and shiny, it's hard to look at. It makes your eyes feel heavy. So heavy. Why don't you close them. Close your eyes, Denise and slip into a nice sleep." Denise's eyes fluttered shut and she swayed in place as Mike lowered the disk and began to give her instructions... The motel wasn't too bad. Running water, air-conditioning, cable TV. It wasn't up to the standards of the hotel Mike actually stayed at, but it was pretty good. He had checked in an hour earlier under a false name, paying cash and requesting he be left alone, a common request at this establishment. He had just stepped out of the shower, wearing only a bathrobe, his hair slicked back. He glanced at his watch and settled onto the bed, waiting. Three minutes later, the door opened and in stepped Neve and Denise. Mike was glad neither had been seen or recognized. Both wore large cloaks, Neve's black, Denise's blue. Neve locked the door behind them as they stood before the bed. With a nod from Mike, they slid their cloaks off. Both were naked and beautiful. Denise's tits were slightly larger than Neve's, but Neve's nipples were more pointed. Both had sensational bodies, Neve's especially. Mike didn't understand why she didn't want to show it more. Mike pushed aside all thoughts as he undid his robe, letting his hard cock free. "Pleasure me, girls," he commanded. Without a word, the two hypnotized actresses converged on their master, lying together on the bed. He kissed them both, happy about the differences. Denise was quick and hot, with her tongue slamming around his. Neve was slower, moving her lips along his with a careful touch that made it all the more erotic. Denise was defiantly the one who wanted to get things started. She sat herself down on Mike's hard cock and began to shift herself gently back and forth, squeezing her thighs around his hard member. Meanwhile, Neve straddled herself over Mike's face, her black clit right above him. Mike extended his tongue and entered her sweet passage. He moved his tongue in and out with agonizing slowness, loving the moan he heard in response. The moan was cut off as Neve and Denise moved to each other and kissed, running their hands over each other's bodies as they did, waiting for release to come. Neve squeezed Denise's breasts as she clamped her thighs around Mike's head, keeping his face stuck in her lower lips. Denise continued to shift her pelvis, trying to push Mike's cock deeper into her, knowing she was only minutes away from blowing. She pushed herself harder against Neve's face, loving the feeling of the other woman squeezing her breasts. She broke off the kiss and arched back as she came, Mike blasting into her. Mike opened his mouth wide to let out a cry and was able to swallow Neve's juices as they fell into his open mouth. They disentangled themselves and Mike reached to the table next to the bed, uncorking the bottle of champagne he kept there. He poured onto Denise's chest and lowered his face to her. It tasted better than he had expected, the sweet wine combining with her released sex to form an addictive taste. He licked around her chest, locking his lips around one nipple. Neve was joining him, licking at the other nipple, clearly enjoying this. She moved herself down Denise's body, coming to the wet slit between her legs. She moved her face in and began to lick, her tongue lapping at Denise's lips, soon causing the juices to start flowing again. Neve felt a sudden stab in her buttocks as Mike plunged his hot cock into her ass. He pushed forward with surprising gentleness, his member sliding in and out of her passage. Neve was happy to finally have some cock in her, her entranced mind turning her arousal on full blast. She used the ass- fucking as impetus to push further into Denise's pussy, her hands running up and down the other woman's body, squeezing those wonderful breasts as she lapped away. Withering on the bed, Denise finally let loose, spilling right onto Neve's waiting tongue. A few seconds later, Mike's cum blasted into her ass, her cry muffled by the pubic hair in her face. As Mike lay himself onto the two limp bodies before him, he regretted that this would be a one-time thing. But then again, he needed to rest up before his next meeting... Kristen's collection