



                     ("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
                     `6_ 6  )   `-.  (     ).`-.__.`)
                     (_Y_.)'  ._   )  `._ `. ``-..-'
                    _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
                   ((('   (((-(((''  ((((
            K R I S T E N' S    C O L L E C T I O N

=====================================================================
          H Y P N O   C E L E B R I T Y   S E R I E S
All stories in this archive are the property of the author.  They may
be downloaded and read by private citizens.   They are not to be used
by commercial web sites.    Persons using this material on commercial
sites will be vigorously pursued by the hounds from hell, or my legal
team, whichever is deemed necessary.  (These stories were written for
adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children.
=====================================================================


Archive name: Hypno55.txt
Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com
Story Title : Hypno Celeb 55: Isabella Rossellini & Celine Dion
(mc,ff,celeb)
----------------------------------------------------------------


Hypno Celeb 55: Isabella Rossellini and Celine Dion
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. 
     I've been asked of more of Celine, so I've decided to pair
her off with one of the most beautiful women on Earth. All
comments and suggestions/scenarios welcomed. Enjoy. 


     Isabella Rossellini sat back in her seat and watched as the
sun began to drop into the horizon. She loved taking the train.
It made for such a comfortable ride. The nice, smooth tracks
combined with the scenery to provide an excellent riding
experience one just didn't get on a plane. Isabella was glad she
had chosen this trip for a vacation. The French countryside
certainly offered enough attractions in the spring for a weary
traveler.
     Isabella stood up and made her way out of her small room.
She was alone this trip, planning to meet up with her family when
the train stopped. She had been off in America, shooting a movie,
and hadn't seen them in a while. She could have flown, but trains
gave her an easier ride, not to mention they were a whole lot
safer. Isabella decided to get a bite to eat in the cafe before
the dinner crowd rushed in. 
     The dining car wasn't crowded as she entered. Only a few
people here and there. Isabella was wearing a pair of dark slacks
with a white shirt underneath a red vest. Her dark hair was cut
extremely short in a way that framed her beautiful face clearly.
She was about to grab a table when she saw someone sitting in the
back. Someone familiar. Isabella paused, then, mostly out of
curiosity, walked to the very rear of the dining room, where a
woman sat at a booth, staring out the window. "Excuse me,"
Isabella said in her accented voice. "I'm Isabella Rossellini.
Are you who I think you are?"
     "Celine Dion," the singer said, taking Isabella's hand.
"I've seen some of your movies." She was dressed down, but still
looked gorgeous, her dark hair brushing past her shoulders. She
wore a simple blue suit that still accented her slim body. "Care
to join me?" Celine asked. 

     An hour later, night had fallen, the train cutting through
the darkness. Celine and Isabella were just finishing up their
coffees and talking about their recent separate projects. "I
thought I'd do a little trip before winding up at Cannes," Celine
said. "Rest my voice a little."
     "The *Titanic* song again?" Isabella asked. 
     "Of course. God, *I'm* sick of it by now. I'll be glad when
the new single picks up." 
     "So are you with anyone on this trip?"
     "No. You?"
     "Just peace and quiet."
     "Really." A slight smile came to Celine's face. "Say, I've
been working on a new song for a special album. Care to hear it?" 
     "Why not?" Isabella leaned back in her seat. Celine cleared
her throat and began to sing. It was soft, barely audible past
the booth. Isabella couldn't make the words, but the tune
definitely was catching. It was a soothing song, made all the
more beautiful by Celine's voice. Isabella watched Celine as she
sang, her gaze focused on those deep eyes. So deep. So very deep.
Isabella kept looking into Celine's eyes and felt like she was
falling. She felt incredibly relaxed, Celine's eyes calming her
while the voice lulled her mind to relaxation. It was an amazing
feeling, like nothing Isabella had gone through. She sat and
watched Celine finish.
     Celine's voice died and she admired her results. Once again,
that mysterious magical aspect of her larynx had done its work.
Isabella sat before her, a dreamy expression on her face, totally
spellbound. "Isabella, why don't we go back to your room?" Celine
said. 
     "Certainly," Isabella said in a soft voice. She stood up and
began to walk back to her room, Celine following her. They walked
through the hallways and came to Isabella's small room. Celine
was happy to see that the bed had already been laid out and was
ready. She worked her way into the small room and led Isabella
in. They stood facing each other, Celine tugging at Isabella's
vest, slipping it off. "It's all right," Celine said. "Just relax
and trust me. You know you can trust me, don't you?" She moved
forward and kissed the exotic actress. Isabella responded
strongly, her instincts doing whatever Celine wanted. The two
women stood liplocked for a full minute, both feeling their
pussies wetten as the kiss continued. 
     Celine lay Isabella down on the bed and began to undress
her. She unbuttoned the shirt and lay it open, showing off the
dark bra underneath. She slowly unzipped and pulled off
Isabella's pants. She unsnapped the bra and let Isabella's
pointed breasts come free. She kissed the nipples gently, putting
her lips right over them, feeling them tighten under her tongue.
Celine's hands ran over Isabella's chest, eliciting a moan from
her mesmerized prey. 
     After a few minutes of breast suckling, Celine stood up and
swiftly undressed. Her awesome body uncovered, she lay on
Isabella and kissed the woman again. She moved her hands down
Isabella's body, tickling her belly before moving her hand into
the panties. She slipped two fingers into Isabella's wet pussy
and began to massage them. Celine manipulated the fingers,
working them deeper into Isabella's pussy. Isabella moaned and
withered on the bed as Celine worked her fingers in. Celine
expertly slid her hand in and out of Isabella's twat, timing the
movements exactly. Moments before Isabella would come, Celine
moved down and pulled off Isabella's panties. She stuck her face
into the dark lips and jabbed her tongue inside. She managed
three licks before Isabella came onto her. Celine continued to
lick until she was sure she had gotten all of the actress' juices
and then broke off.
     Celine moved onto Isabella, kissing her again. She sat
herself onto the entranced actress' face and lowered her pussy to
Isabella's mouth. Isabella began to lick, slowly at first, then
with more ferocity as her feelings took over. She lapped at
Celine's lips, driving her tongue deep into the singer. Celine
slowly gyrated on Isabella, working her pelvis as if trying to
get her juices down faster. Isabella continued to lap away,
willing to do anything to help her lover to orgasm. She ran her
hands up and down Celine's breasts, returning the earlier
massage. Celine thrust back as she came, spilling onto Isabella.
They collapsed together and lay against each other, exhausted.
     The sun was ready to come up when Celine finally exited the
room. She headed back to her own chamber, ready to get some
sleep. She smiled as she thought of Isabella. Quite a beauty,
possibly the best she'd met. Too bad she wouldn't remember
anything. Celine walked down the car, humming to herself. She
stopped halfway through. "I hate you, James Cameron," she
muttered darkly. 

______________________________________________________________
Kristen's collection