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Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. Thanks to my friend MesmerEyes for helping out with the idea. Enjoy.
One would never really think that celebrities would have a lot of time for the internet. This was something where people would go to check on celebrities, not the other way around. And given how busy many careers were, the sheer time to look over the massive information highway of the world wide web was a bit much for some stars. But some found the time to check things out.
Laetitia Casta didn't quite strike people as the type to be computer savvy. She was far from the dumb model, of course, proving her intelligence with her marketability campaigns that kept her in high profile both in Europe and abroad. Still, like many models, she did fall into the stereotype people had that a model had to be as dumb as she was beautiful.
If that were truly the case, than Laetitia would have had an IQ of 60. The gorgeous Frenchwoman's body was perfectly shaped, highlighted by a round ass and what some of the sites on the Internet had termed the best set of breasts in the world. Her face, surrounded by long brown hair, was also perfection with a chiseled beauty that added to her fame.
Laetitia was no idiot, however and had found the Internet a great way to kick back after a hard day of shooting, both photos and an occasional film in her native land. With her wealth, it was easy to get the great system she wanted, a fast modem, media player, all the trimmings needed to make her time online all the easier. She had both a laptop and a system at her regular home so she could check things easily and a translator allowed her to understand some of the sites that didn't speak her native tongue.
It didn't surprise Laetitia that there were quite a few sites on the net devoted to her. She knew she had a following that had spread from Europe to America but was amazed at just how large it was. Of course, a lot of the sites featured her nude, which didn't bother her as much as it could have. European models had far less hang-ups about such things as their colleagues did across the pond and the photos she had posed for really weren't that bad. The ones taken of her on beaches or other public places did throw her a bit, though but she had been through this with tabloids and realized there was little she could do.
One thing that had amazed Laetitia was the very large collection of sites devoted to fictional accounts of meetings with celebrities, most of which revolved around sex. Again, that shouldn't have surprised her, people just loved to imagine themselves with celebrities and this gave them an outlet for their fantasies. And Laetitia was very interested in how many stories there were about her.
So, here she was, kicking back in New York with a nice hotel room, trolling through the net and finding some of the sites devoted to her. Okay, so it was a bit egotistic but she kind of liked seeing all these tributes to her various fans had created.
She was scrolling through a search list of such sites and paused at one in particular. "Casta Spell," she muttered. She let out a small smile at the unique name and then clicked on the link, waiting to see what new delights a fan could have designed about her.
The screen blinked for a few moments, surprising Laetitia. She usually had a better connection than this to speed things up. Finally, an image came on the screen. It seemed to be a screen saver, probably something to show while the site loaded up. It appeared to be a pattern, almost a spiral, with shifting blue and green colors that moved about. Laetitia watched it carefully for a few moments as music came on the small speaker inside her computer.
Laetitia sat back, watching the strange pattern move about as she tried to understand just what she was watching. It was taking a while longer than she thought but she somehow didn't mind, the nice music flowing into her ears combining with the images on the screen to relax her. Laetitia just sat in her chair, watching the images flow on the screen, the circular pattern shifting about and about, creating a wonderful circle of colors flowing together while the music played into Laetitia's ears.
She could have sat there for a few minutes, maybe an hour, all while watching the shifting pattern on the screen and listening to the nice music. Her face had a faraway expression, her eyes a bit glazed as she stared at the shifting screen all the while. Suddenly, the screen went blank but Laetitia's face remained the same, a blank as she stared at the computer.
A roll of text came onto the screen. "If you have achieved total relaxation, call this number." Under the number was a little message.
Laetitia's hand moved to the telephone, picking it up and dialing, her eyes never leaving the computer, not even realizing it was a long-distance number. She kept staring at the computer as the phone rang and then answered. "Hello?"
"I am under Casta's spell," Laetitia whispered in French.
"I'm sorry?" the voice said. "Do you speak English?"
"I am under Casta's spell," Laetitia replied in accented English.
"Very good," the calm voice replied. "What is your name?"
"Laetitia," she answered. There was a long pause before the voice came, wavering now. "What?"
"Laetitia Casta," the model said.
"Oh my God," the voice answered. "Where-----where are you?"
"New York," she answered.
"Laetitia, I want you to listen to me very carefully now," the voice said, getting its calm tone back. "Just listen very carefully because I'm about to give you some important instructions now, some very important instructions that you must follow to the letter."
"Yes, to the letter," Laetitia whispered and listened to the voice speak.
Laetitia didn't understand this. She didn't understand why she had gotten this sudden urge to cut her New York trip short and catch the first flight to Cleveland of all places. Or why she had gotten the urge, immediately upon landing, to take a taxi to a small suburban house a few miles outside of town. And she certainly didn't know why she had only packed a small bag with some sexy underwear and nothing else.
Paying the driver, she headed up the walk. It was so strange, she felt like she knew where she was but she knew for a fact she had never been anywhere near Cleveland before in her life. Shaking her head, Laetitia walked up the drive and to the door, ringing the bell and waiting for an answer. It wasn't long in coming as the door opened to show a slightly overweight man in his thirties, dark hair greasy and unshaven, wearing a loose shirt and jeans and smiling as he saw Laetitia standing there.
"Hello," Laetitia said. "I....um.....don't really have any idea------"
"Casta spell," the man replied and Laetitia's bag fell from her limp hand as she stared at the man, her face now blank. "Come in with the bag," the man commanded, letting Laetitia inside. She followed him upstairs, her face still blank, the programming kicking in with her as she did.
The man couldn't believe his good luck. He'd set that site up a while ago with the wild idea of maybe getting the woman standing here but didn't really have any true hopes. So, he'd had a program set on the web to unleash a powerful hypnotic effect on any woman who stumbled upon it, with a number set to call him afterwards. Some commands and a quick plane ticket and the webmaster soon had a very delightful woman to spend time with him before being sent back with no memory.
But now, he had the big one, the woman he'd been wanting to snare ever since setting the sight up, the woman he considered the most beautiful on Earth. Laetitia Casta, right now, right here, right for him. All that passed through his mind as he led her into the bedroom, turning to face her. "Laetitia, from now you, you'll call me Master."
"Yes, Master," Laetitia whispered.
"Undress, Laetitia."
"Yes, Master." Laetitia pulled her sweater over her head. As commanded, she was topless, her amazing breasts flopping free to his amazement. She slid her slacks down to show her naked tuft and stood waiting for instructions.
Master didn't wait long, moving to Laetitia, his mouth immediately going right to her breasts, burying his head in that amazing cleavage, licking her tits hard as he embraced her. Laetitia moaned, pressing her body against her Master, pulling his head to her breasts as he started to lick and suckled at them, his hands reaching down to squeeze Laetitia's ass hard, eliciting a moan from the Frenchwoman.
Moments later, the man was on his back, naked, able to see the wonderful sight of Laetitia's breasts bouncing in his hands as she rode his hard cock, thrusting back and forth on it. The programming he had done ensured that Laetitia was now his loving slave, emphasis on the loving as was proven by the wild way she rocked on his rod. He pinched her nipples hard, pressing her tits together and squeezing the amazing tits together as he did. Laetitia's eyes were closed, moans coming from her mouth along with the odd saying in French, all indications of just how incredibly arousing this experience was for her. She arched herself back, her breasts thrusting in her Master's hands as he let himself loose in her.
A few moments later, Laetitia was on her back, licking at the tip of her Master's penis as he pushed it at her face, gorging herself on the hard cock. Master broke it away, moving it down to her breasts, pressing her tits together around his hard cock as he started to drive it forward on her chest. Laetitia moaned as she felt the terrific tit-fucking her Master was giving her, his hard cock trailing along each nipple, leaving a light trail of cum on it as he worked at her. With a grunt, her came, unloading himself onto Laetitia's waiting chest, covering her tits with semen, which he then rubbed into her gorgeous soft flesh.
As Master moved down to kiss her breasts again, he realized he'd have to let Laetitia go soon, she was too high profile to stay with him long. But he'd make sure she'd want to pay a return visit soon. Or better yet, to send him a ticket to wherever she was and then forget it. And of course, there was always the chance of her going online and finding that site that could put her under its special spell.
THE END
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