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 Archive name: madonna-.txt (mf, mc, celeb)
 Authors name: KMB_76@yahoo.com
 Story title : "Madonna Gets Away From It All"

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 Hypno Celeb TNG 1: Madonna (mc, mf, celeb)
 by KMB (KMB_76@yahoo.com)

 
 Authors note: This story is not meant to be read by
 people under the age of 18 for various legal reasons
 that I'm not smart enough to get into.  So you young
 ones go off and read something nice and legal like the
 Starr Report.  Hypnosis does not work this way because
 this is a fantasy story.  This is not reality and
 should not be treated as such.  If you try and make
 this fantasy reality then drop me a line when you get
 out of jail.

    This is my first effort so be gentle, I promise I'll
 get better.  Let me know what you think about this and
 remember I can't do this without your ideas and fanta-
 sies. Send all comments to KMB_76@yahoo.com

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    It's not always easy to get away from it all,
 especially if you're face and name can be instantly
 recognized even in the most far off corners of the
 world. But getting away from it all was exactly what
 Madonna was trying to do.

    She was a millionaire several, several, several
 times over, to go along with her fame, so she didn't
 expect much sympathy from anyone.  Yet that didn't
 change the fact that she needed a break.  Being Madonna
 24-7 was certainly a taxing job and she wouldn't trade
 any of it for anything, but there were times when she
 just needed to get away from it all and be by herself.

    So after leaving little Lourdes with her father,
 Madonna took off to spend some quality time with her-
 self. Her 40th birthday had just passed by and she had
 received two presents that she was looking forward to
 getting a lot of use of.  The first one was the use of
 a cabin in the upstate woods of Washington State, near
 the border of Canada.

    Certainly this was no run down rustic shack, this
 was a fully, modern functioning house.  It just wasn't
 a penthouse apartment on the West Side of New York City
 or a mansion in Malibu. The most important thing was
 that it was in a nice isolated place where she could
 just relax and forget about her pressures for a few
 days.

    However, it wasn't long after she had settled in
 that any hopes Madonna had of spending a quiet weekend
 alone were squashed.  She had just sat down in a chair
 on the porch in the hopes of watching a sunset, when
 she heard a knocking on the door.  The singer sat up
 with a start, a million questions popping into her
 head.  Who knew she was here?  Who could it possibly
 be?  Was there some kind of emergency?  Had Lourdes
 been hurt or something?

    With a bit of trepidation, Madonna walked to the
 door and after peering out saw that it was a man in a
 Forest Rangers outfit.  She opened the door and let
 him in. 

    "I'm sorry to disturb you maam," the Ranger began
 before it dawned on him who he was standing in front
 of.

    "Oh my God!" the man exclaimed, "You're-You're-
 You're..." 

    "You can say it," Madonna interjected as he began to
 stammer, "I'm Madonna. Now, who are you?"  "Oh, I'm
 sorry," the man said, "My name is Steve.  Steve Paris.

    I'm the Forest Ranger for this sector." "Is there a
 problem?" Madonna then asked, impatient to get back to
 her relaxation. "Oh no maam," Steve replied, "We didn't
 know you were up here, so I was just checking the area.

    Sometimes we have break ins when the cabins are
 unoccupied and I was just making sure everything was
 all right up here."

    As he spoke, Madonna began to look the young Ranger
 over.

    He was very good looking, he could save her from a
 forest fire any day she thought idly.  He didn't look
 as though he was a regular attendee at Mensa meetings,
 but it wasn't like that mattered. Looking at Steve's
 muscles through his shirt soon had Madonna thinking of
 other ways that she could relax, and they didn't in-
 volve watching any sunsets.

    "How old are you Steve?" Madonna asked, wicked
 thoughts continuing to bubble to the surface in her
 brain.

    "24, maam," Steve answered, "I know I look a little
 young, but I've been on this job for over four years
 now.  I just can't believe you're here and I'm here
 and we're like talking.  That is unbelievable!"

    "Well, believe it and you can knock off that maam
 stuff and just call me Madonna," the singer replied,
 "Can I offer you something to drink, Steve?"

    "Oh no, maam, I mean Madonna, I should be completing
 my rounds and getting back to the base," Steve said as
 he started to head to the door.  His resistance only
 made up Madonna's mind more quickly and she knew then
 that she would have him.

    "C'mon, you can spare a minute," she said knowing
 that he'd be sparing more than a minute, "I want to
 show you something."

    "What's that?" Steve asked.  He couldn't wait to get
 back to the base where he could start bragging to
 everyone about who he just met.  The other guys would
 be killing themselves with jealousy.  It was going to
 be great.

    "Hold on a second," Madonna said as she rummaged
 through her bag, where was that damn thing?  Suddenly
 she felt it in her grasp and pulled out a small black
 pouch.

    "Take a good look at this," Madonna said as she
 opened the pouch and took out a green jewel.  As the
 jewel glistened in the light, Madonna closed her eyes
 and began murmuring a chant to herself. Suddenly a
 green light shot out of the jewel and, before he had
 a chance to react, hit Steve squarely between the eyes.

    Steve had no idea what hit him so he had no chance
 to resist.  But even if he had he would have quickly
 lost as a complete lethargy spread all over him. His
 mind fell into a fog as he began losing the will and
 the ability to speak or move.  In a matter of seconds,
 Steve stood, frozen as a statue, his eyes staring
 blankly ahead.

    Grinning from ear to ear, Madonna began looking over
 her entranced victim. This jewel was the second birth-
 day gift she had truly loved.  It was an ancient jewel
 supposedly used by Amazon women to ensure complete
 domination over their opposition.

    Madonna had no idea if that story was true or not,
 and frankly she didn't really care.  It was a good
 story and the only important thing was that the jewel
 worked perfectly.

    Of course even at 40 Madonna certainly didn't need
 hypnosis to get a man. She was still a hot number and
 she knew it more than anyone.  But with hypnosis came
 a certain ease and convenience, she'd always been bet-
 ter at sex than relationships and this little jewel
 ensured all the fun of a boyfriend without the
 emotional cost.  Plus, anytime she tried to get a new
 guy, the tabloids were all over her with their rumors
 and innuendoes.  Those were no fun to read and
 especially with Lourdes becoming more and more aware
 of the world around her, Madonna didn't want her
 daughter to hear miserable gossip about her mother.
 Therefore, if she was the only one who actually knew
 sex was taking place, then so much the better.

    "Steve, can you hear me?" Madonna asked as she ran
 her hands over her prey's motionless body.

    "Yes," was Steve's reply, his voice coming across a
 little stilted, but certainly not slow or slurred.

    "Who am I?" she asked.

    "You are my mistress," Steve answered, Madonna's
 arousal began to kick into high gear as soon as she
 heard those words.  Her pussy was beginning to get wet
 and the singer knew that she had to move in for the
 kill now.
   
    "Take off your clothes, Steve," Madonna said as she
 sat down to enjoy the show. Slowly at first, then with
 gradual speed, Steve began to strip off his clothes.
 He unbuttoned his Ranger uniform shirt and after that
 hit the ground he pulled off his undershirt before
 pausing.

    "All the way, Steve. Show me everything you've got!"
 Madonna was loving the sight of her bare chested victim
 and was eager to see more.

    Without any further pause, Steve pulled off his
 boots and socks before undoing the buckle of his pants.

    They hit the floor and as soon as he stepped out of
 them, he pushed down his boxers letting his hard cock
 free of its prison.  "Hard already?" Madonna asked with
 genuine surprise, "Does this turn you on Steve?"

    "Yes Mistress," Steve replied, "I wanted to fuck you
 the moment I saw you."

    Hmmm Madonna thought, maybe she hadn't even needed
 the hypnosis, but it was too late now.  "Come upstairs,
 Steve," she ordered.

    With that Madonna led Steve upstairs, growing more
 and more turned on with each step upward. When they
 reached her bedroom, Madonna wasted no time in freeing
 herself from her clothes.  She pulled her white T-shirt
 over her head, exposing her hard nipples to the air.
 She had worn no bra and she was getting so turned on
 that she had been afraid that her nipples were just
 going to burst right out of her shirt.  (Try explaining
 that to a curious party!)

    The singer then pushed off her jeans and her panties
 off, leaving her as naked as Steve. Madonna let the
 cool air of the room pass over her naked body and she
 loved the feel of it.  Her hand dropped to her pussy
 and she began to finger herself, momentarily forgetting
 about the motionless Steve.

    However, Madonna quickly remembered that she had
 something a lot more pleasurable than her fingers at
 her disposal and she looked up to Steve.  "Get down
 here and eat my pussy!" she commanded Steve and he
 quickly complied.  His tongue began to attack her clit
 and Madonna immediately felt the first rushes of
 intense pleasure rush to her brain.  With one hand she
 pushed Steve in further to he pussy and with the other
 she began massaging her throbbing breasts.
     
    "C'mon fuck me with your tongue!" Madonna gasped as
 she felt her juices begin to flow onto Steve's face.
 He was really good at eating pussy and Madonna silently
 hoped that his girlfriend was able to receive this
 favor from him whenever she wanted it.  Steve's tongue
 kept making solid contact with her swollen clit and
 soon Madonna was past the point of no return. Her hips
 began to buck as she held Steve's head at her pussy.

    Soon the quake of her orgasm was roaring through her
 body as she came.

    Momentarily satisfied, but wanting more, Madonna
 released Steve's head and drew him up for a deep kiss.
 She relished the taste of her own juices on Steve's
 face and she moved Steve's hands up to her breasts.
 Steve quickly got the idea and began massaging them,
 sending jolts of pleasure to Madonna's brain and pussy,
 which was beginning to need more attention.

    Madonna let her hand drift down Steve's body as they
 continued to kiss and she quickly grasped his hard
 cock.  She then broke the kiss and after taking a quick
 moment to run her tongue up, down, and around Steve's
 cock, she lay down on the bed again and spread her
 legs.  "Fuck me Steve! Fuck me now!" Madonna commanded,
 "But you can only come when I say the word Ranger!"

   Without a word Steve leaned down and was easily able
 to enter the singer's pussy.  He began humping away at
 her, as Madonna squealed in pleasure, before she
 decided to change things around a bit.

    Madonna quickly pushed Steve off her and lay him
 down on his back.  His cock stood straight up in the
 air and Madonna could see that he was about to burst
 inside.  Well he would have to wait just a second more
 for that, Madonna thought as she mounted her hypnotized
 friend and began to ride his cock.  She moved his hands
 back up to her breasts and he restarted his massaging
 as Madonna bit down on her finger to keep from scream-
 ing out in pleasure.

    Soon she felt her orgasm beginning to build up again
 and when it hit her it was like a very pleasurable
 bullet had been shot right into her skull and through
 her brain.

    As she gasped and moaned in ecstasy, Madonna managed
 to say the code-word Steve must have been dying to hear.

    "Fuck me Ranger! I want to feel you come inside me!"
 she shouted and instantly she felt Steve's cock erupt
 as he shot into her.  Madonna then collapsed back on
 the mattress, as she kissed and stroked her entranced
 lover.

    "Now Steve," Madonna gasped as she felt herself
 coming back to Earth. You're going to get dressed and
 leave the house.  You will continue to walk your rounds
 and when you are one hundred feet away from here you
 will wake up and remember none of this.  You went up
 here and found no one there, in fact there's no need
 to check on this place for the rest of the weekend.
 But if you ever hear me say the words, 'Fuck me
 Ranger!' you will fall back into this state.  Do you
 understand?"

    "Yes mistress," Steve stated as he walked downstairs
 and began to get dressed. Madonna, her body wrapped in
 a quilt, came down to join him and took him in for one
 last kiss.  "You were a great fuck, Steve.  Have sweet
 fantasies about me!" she whispered as he walked out the
 door.  As she watched him go, her hand grasped her
 green jewel.  This jewel was definitely the best birth-
 day present she had ever gotten.

    After walking for about a hundred feet Steve sudden-
 ly snapped back to consciousness.

    Where was he, he wondered.  But he immediately
 recognized his surroundings.  What had just happened,
 he thought as he continued on his way. Why did it seem
 like he had lost time?  Why were his boots not tied
 properly? And why the hell did he feel a wet sensation
 in his crotch? 'God', he thought, 'wouldn't his friends
 back at the station be green with jealousy when they
 found out that he'd met Madonna, and even talked to her.

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 It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
 strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
 with strangers!!  You only have one body per lifetime,
 so take good care of it.
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