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Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. Something inspired by my friend Mesmer Eyes. Enjoy.
Ashley Judd had always been seen as something of the black sheep of the family. First of all, instead of going into country music as her famous mother and sister, she had turned instead to acting, turning a few small roles in independent films into major Hollywood stardom. Also, there had been quite a few bad feelings between mother and daughter over the nude scenes Ashley had done in her films in the past. But, they were still family after all, and you just couldn't get rid of those ties. Which was what was bringing Ashley to the small country roads of the deep South, trying to find the small town where her mother, Naomi, and her sister, Wyonna, were shooting a music special. The two had invited Ashley along as a special guest for the show and Ashley had agreed to it. Now all she had to do was find the place.
That was proving a lot more difficult than she had first thought and Ashley was becoming more and more convinced that she was going the wrong way to this town.
Damn assistant had probably gotten the address wrong yet again. If he didn't make such good coffee, she'd have fired him long ago. But this was just too much. For all Ashley knew, she wasn't even in the right state right now, let alone the right county. To make matters worse, her cell phone had picked just that moment to conk out, meaning she was driving along one dirt road after another, dust kicking up onto the open roof of the convertible, streaking her face and black hair and settling over her nice dress. Ashley brushed some hair out of her face as she continued on her way, trying to find a road that might lead back to the highway. Maybe from there she could get a sense of where she was and get back on track.
After so long on the open road, the sight of a small house was a welcome one to Ashley. She pulled herself into the small rocky driveway, a large pickup truck the only other car there. She stepped out and started moving towards the house, dust still attached to the blue dress that showed off an ample amount of leg. Ashley hoped she wouldn't be recognized here.
Despite her appearance in some hit movies, she was still able to go somewhat unrecognized sometimes and hoped this would be one of them, not wanting to involve herself with an autograph hound with a bad Southern accent. She smoothed out her dress and hair as much as she could before knocking on the door.
She waited a few moments, then knocked again. It took another minute for the door to open and a large, burly-looking man with an uncombed mop of brown hair, wearing jeans a shirt appeared.
"Yeah?" he asked in a rough Southern tone.
"Um, hi, I'm Ashley," Ashley said, putting her best dazzling smile up. "I'm trying to get to this town called Miller's Creek and I think I'm lost."
"I'll say," the man said. "You're about fifty miles away from Miller's Creek."
"Ah, damn," Ashley said, biting her lip. "Um, do you have a phone or something I can borrow? I need to call some people and tell them I'm going to be late."
"Phone's down for a while," the man said. "They're trying to fix it but it could be a few hours. You can stay and wait if you want."
Ashley took a moment to think about it. The guy didn't seem dangerous and she doubted he would suddenly go Deliverance" on her. Plus, she hadn't seen any other signs of life for a long while. So, why not take a break for a bit?
After the hard day driving, she could use it. She let the man, who introduced himself as Lars, lead her to the main living room. The house wasn't the stereotypical Southern dump but it wasn't exactly lavish either, needing another coat of paint and wallpaper. Still, Lars kept it all in good shape and Ashley was sure insulting his decor was hardly going to endear herself to him.
Lars proved to be a pretty good host after all. He cooked a pretty good cup of tea and soon Ashley was starting to enjoy herself as she talked to him. He was a simple farmer, eking out a decent life out of his work and seemed to put up with the solitude pretty well.
"Must be a lot of stories involved with your family," Ashley said as she sipped up the last of her tea. "If they've been here since the Civil War, that's a lot of history."
"Yep, it is," Lars said, nodding. "In fact, I carry part of that history with me all the time."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a large gold pocket watch attached to a chain. He held it up before Ashley's eyes, giving it a slight tug to allow it to move lightly from side to side.
"It belonged to my grandfather," Lars explained. "Passed it down to my father, who passed it onto me. He got it on a trip to Vienna. It was given to him by a watchmaker there who showed him how to use it."
"What do you mean?" Ashley said, staring at the swinging watch.
"Well, you have to look at it," Lars said. "I mean, you really have to look at it, you know, you have to look at it real carefully. Just look at it, Ashley, just look at it swinging in the air, Ashley, just look at it. That's right, Ashley, just keep looking at it, Ashley, keep looking at it swinging in the air, keep looking at it swing, Ashley, look at it swing back and forth, back and forth, just look at the watch, Ashley, look at the watch swing. Watch it swing back and forth, back and forth, Ashley, watch it swing back and forth and you're beginning to feel yourself feeling sleepy, Ashley, you're beginning to feel very sleepy. Very sleepy, Ashley, you're feeling very sleepy, so very sleepy, Ashley, so very sleepy. Just let it come over you, Ashley, just let this feeling of sleep come over you, Ashley, let it the sleep just come over you, Ashley, just let it come over you. That's right, Ashley, that's right, just let the nice, wonderful sleep come over you, Ashley, let the nice, wonderful sleep come over you, Ashley, let it come over you. That's right, Ashley, just go to sleep, just go to sleep, Ashley, just go to sleep. Close your eyes and sleep, Ashley, sleep deeply."
Lars let the watch drift to a stop as he fixed his gaze on Ashley.
The actress was slumped onto her sofa, eyes closed and head bowed as she fell into a trance. Lars could tell that his old family watch had once again done its work. Of course, the hypnotic drug placed into Ashley's tea didn't hurt matters much either, allowing him to control his women faster and better than his daddy or granddaddy had. He began to talk to Ashley quietly, bringing her deeper and deeper into a trance state while getting some information about his new guest.
Soon, Lars was excited as he realized he had entranced a famous actress with some interesting connections. First though, he had to take care of a few things.
"Jerry? It's Ashley. Look, I've hit some car trouble and my damn assistant got the town wrong so I'm totally lost to boot. I don't think I'll be able to get there any time before tomorrow, you know? Tell my mom and sis I'm sorry and I'll try to make it up to them when I get there, okay? Thanks a lot."
Ashley hung up the phone, all the animation she had shown during the call fading away as her face went blank again. Lars came up to her and gently rubbed her shoulders as he spoke.
"Very nice, Ashley. Now, you're all dirty, Ashley, you're all dirty all over. You want to take a bath, don't you, Ashley? Yes, you want to take a nice, long bath. You want to take a nice bath and get all cleaned, Ashley, you want to be clean. So, let's take you to your bath."
A few minutes later, Lars was watching the terrific naked body of Ashley slide into the tub, the water moving over her pert breasts as she slid herself back. She slowly washed herself off, letting the soap cover her body. At Lars' commands, she spent extra time molding it over her breasts and ass, lifting her long legs out of the water to let the soap get at it. As she washed herself, Lars continued to talk to Ashley, lowering her inhibitions and trying to bring her more and more under his control.
After twenty minutes, Lars stood before the drying Ashley, confident he had done all he could. Didn't really matter if it was true or not, he couldn't hold himself back any longer.
"Follow me, Ashley," Lars said, leading the naked and hypnotized actress to his bedroom.
The moment they were inside, Lars stripped himself in a flash and pulled Ashley into a large kiss, embracing her as he felt her still wet skin push on his body. Ashley responded to the programming he had placed in her, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back passionately. Her tongue probed his mouth as he brought her over to the bed, the two falling onto it and rolling about on top of the sheets, as they continued to kiss. Lars pushed Ashley down onto the bed and let his mouth go to her chest, kissing her tight nipples as he let his hands run down her back. The two moved onto a sitting position as they kissed, Lars continuing to kiss and rub at Ashley's breasts as they did.
Using his legs to spread Ashley's, Lars slowly slid his hard cock into her passage. Immediately, Ashley wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing herself in close and allowing Lars to pump his rod into her with strong and powerful thrusts. Ashley grunted as she felt him go at her, his cock pushing into her ripe pussy with amazing power. It had been a while since Lars had let himself go like this and Ashley was quite the woman for it. She moaned as he licked at her breasts, his cock continuing to shove hard and fast into her pussy as she welcomed him.
Ashley's mind had been filled with commands to obey Lars, her hypnotized mind now open only to the pleasure she could receive from Lars and Lars alone. Her passions were on full as she felt Lars pump at her, her body quaking with each thrust of his cock into her body. Ashley threw her head back as Lars came, his wad blasting through his body and shaking her from teeth to toes, the first of many orgasms yet to come.
As Ashley slumped against Lars, the man smiled. Ashley would simply remember a night at a motel on her way to meet her family. She would have no memories of a night of passionate, non-stop lovemaking with Lars. But she would remember to make a stop on the way back for a repeat visit. And Lars would make sure Ashley made that same detour more than once, no matter where she was going.
THE END
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