



                     ("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
                     `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: Hypno11.txt
Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com
Story Title : Hypno Celeb 11: Alicia Silverstone, Liv Tyler
and Uma Thurman (mc,ff,celeb)
----------------------------------------------------------------
           

Hypno Celeb 11: Alicia Silverstone, Liv Tyler and Uma Thurman
MC,FF,CELEB
by MAW


     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 at home, seek help. 

     This is the first in what might be a recurring theme in my
celeb stories. I call it Role Play. To spice things up a bit,
I'll have celebs enact certain situations. For example, while I
think we all agree that the last Batman movie overall sucked, I
think we can also agree that Uma Thurman was a wicked Poison Ivy
and Alicia Silverstone did look good in the Batgirl outfit. This
story would be set in the movie world, with Liv Tyler playing the
Huntress, a character in the Batman comics. (Note to Warner Bros:
That might be a good way to revive the franchise. Well, second
after firing Schumacher and Cloony.) Enjoy. 


     April in Gotham. It was just beginning to turn warm, that
period when winter finally gives way to spring. Warm days turning
to cold nights. Barbara Wilson aka Batgirl, was perched on the
edge of a skylight, looking down at the signs of a drug deal
going down. She was on solo patrol tonight. Bruce and Dick were
in Metropolis, helping Superman and had left Gotham in her hands.
Batgirl wore a skintight black outfit that was more armored than
it looked. A cape billowed out from her shoulders and a black
mask covered her eyes. Her long blond hair blew gently in the
breeze. Taking a deep breath, she leaped down, breaking through
the skylight and into the warehouse. 

     Surprise was the key to her work, Bruce had told her.
Surprise them and they can't think. They can't think, they can't
fight. Once again, Batgirl was amazed at how right he was. She
managed to take down three of the dealers before they knew what
hit them. The others began making the mistake that all thugs
seemingly made by attacking her one at a time instead of en
masse. Batgirl swiftly disposed of them with a series of chops
and kicks. Spinning, she saw one dealer pointing a gun at her.
Before he could pull the trigger, a whistling sound cut through
the air and an arrow knocked the gun out of the man's hands. 

     All eyes turned to the ceiling. Swinging down from the
skylight on a cable was another costumed figure. She wore a
purple body suit that covered her chest and stomach and ended at
her thighs. In between the costume and the knee high boots was a
quite ample supply of skin. A dark purple cape hung around her.
She wore purple gloves and a purple mask over her eyes, much like
Batgirl's. Long dark hair swept behind her and she carried a
crossbow in one hand. 

     Batgirl recognized the Huntress. This new vigilante had been
making hit-and-run attacks on criminals for some weeks now.
Between her and the Dynamic Trio, crime had hit a new low in
Gotham City. "Mind if I join the party?" the Huntress said as she
nailed an attacker with a kick." 

     "More the merrier," Batgirl replied. As the two fought back-
to-back, Batgirl asked. "So, what brings you here?"

     "Couldn't sleep. Thugs having a good time keeps me up at
night." 

     "True. What's with the crossbow?"

     "Oh, excuse me, miss I've-got-an-item-in-my-belt-for-
everything. It's nice, it's quick and it's quiet. It's gonna be
the next fashion rage. You could do with some tips, you know." 

     "What do you mean?"

     "Please, get some originality. That whole Bat motif has been
done to death. You don't want to be left clueless."

     (Author's note: Sorry, I just couldn't resist.)

     "One of these days, I'm going to have to figure out how we
can do glib repartee while fighting for our lives." 

     "When you do, let me know." 

     One minute later, the two stood over the bodies of the
unconscious men, both heaving with breath. Before they could do
anything, the sound of someone clapping caught their attention.
The two turned to see a woman step out of the shadows and walk
towards them. She had magenta-colored hair piled up in a giant
bun on her head that slowly gave way to a small ponytail. Her
gorgeous face was highlighted by mascara enhanced eyes, a wicked
smile and full red lips. Her sleek body was dressed in a
skintight green outfit, the bosom area resembling a group of
leaves. "Ladies, ladies," she said in a sultry tone. "Your
reputations don't do you justice." 

     "Poison Ivy?!" Batgirl said. "When did they let you out of
Arkham?" 

     "About an hour ago," Ivy said, shrugging her shoulders. "You
don't expect me to stay locked up while spring is in the air, do
you? It's not fair to nature." 

     "Just how did you get out?" the Huntress asked. 

     "It's amazing what you can do when you're left alone in the
chemical closet," Ivy said with a smile. "Good thing for me this
used to be one of my hideouts. Thank you for cleaning out the
squatters." 

     "Don't be thanking us yet," Batgirl said, taking a fighting
stance. "We're about to cut your weed." 

     "Oh, really?" Ivy said, reaching into her costume and
pulling out a small grenade-shaped device. In the blink of an
eye, the Huntress aimed her crossbow and let the arrow fly. It
hit the object dead center. Instantly, a cloud of vapor shot out,
covering the entire area. Before they could realize the danger,
Batgirl and the Huntress both breathed it in. Their bodies
slumped to the ground, falling at Ivy's feet. "Poor dears," Ivy
said. "Maybe I should have warned them that I'm immune to all my
formulas." Shrugging, she went about redecorating the room. 



     Batgirl's eyes opened blearily as she took in her
surroundings. She seemed to be hanging in the middle of a
botanical garden. Plants and vines spread out all over the place,
creating a jungle without end. Before her, lounging on a bed
literally made out of roses, Ivy reclined, a smirk on her face.
Batgirl made a move towards her, but suddenly realized she was
restrained by vines. Holding onto her arms, legs and body like
cables, they held her firmly in place. Glancing over, Batgirl saw
the Huntress likewise trussed up beside her. She also saw that,
except for the mask, the Huntress was completely nude. Batgirl's
mind quickly registered the brown tuft between the legs, the pert
breasts and the flat stomach. Suddenly, she came to the
realization that, except for the mask, she was naked as well. She
saw the Huntress gaze at her body, lingering on her full breasts. 

     "Like what I've done with the place?" Ivy asked. Batgirl
realized that they were in the same warehouse. "A few plants
really enhances the atmosphere. Makes you more comfortable. A
definite break from the cold." 

     "If you're worried about the cold, why are we naked?"
Batgirl asked. 

     "What's wrong, don't feel like going au natural?" Ivy stood
up and slinked towards the duo. The vines lowered them as if they
had a mind of their own, setting them down on the ground. Still
gripped, the two young women stood next to each other as Ivy
appraised them. "Nice," she said, stroking Batgirl's cheek. "Ever
wondered about the bees and the bees?" 

     "Even if I wanted that, I'd pick someone who didn't have the
kiss of death," Batgirl replied. 

     Ivy moved over to the Huntress. "How about you, dearie? I
know you go that way. I saw the look you gave the Bat-Babe. Ever
want to go with someone older?" 

     The Huntress looked Ivy straight in the eye. "Lady, you are
the sexiest woman alive. I don't think that's news. But I really
don't want to be poisoned on the first date. It's hell on first
impressions." 

     Ivy stepped back, smiling. "You asked me earlier how I broke
out of Arkham. Time to show you." She held up her palm and blew a
handful of dust into the girl's faces. Blinking, both crime-
fighters were suddenly aware of a lethargy in them, a relaxing of
their muscles and nerves. A fogginess seemed to cover their minds
and vision. Conscious thought receded, replaced by something
else. A desire. A feeling for something. Something they needed
badly. 

     "When I was incarcerated, the warden was smart enough to
assign a female guard to me," Ivy said as the two women slumped
in their confines, their heads lolling down. "However, a little
tinkering in the lab and I managed to create an altered version
of my old pheromone dust. One that would only affect women. The
phermones not only induce an instant attraction to other women,
it also reduces you to being totally dominant on my will.
Unfortunetly, my dear escort and I had to part company after she
got me out. You know how it is, she's a cop, I'm a homicidal
maniac. It'd never work out." 

     Ivy paused in her monologue to look at her captives. Both
had their heads slumped down. "Girls, look up at me and open your
eyes." Both complied. Their glazed expressions provided proof
that they were under Ivy's spell. With a gesture, Ivy sent her
vines away. They uncovered as they uncoiled around the nubile
bodies, pulling back into the walls. The two swayed slightly in
place as Ivy looked them over. "Now, girls, why don't you lie
down on that nice bed and let nature take its course?" She
stepped out of the way as Batgirl and the Huntress took robotic
steps forward, slowly lying on the bed. 

     Ivy observed the two with a smile. The way she felt, she
wanted them both to eat her out. However, she knew that they'd be
dead ten seconds after tasting her clit. Ah, well. If she
couldn't participate, she might as well watch. "Come on, girls. I
know you both want it. Get it on." 

     The Huntress was the first to begin. She moved herself onto
Batgirl and gently kissed the other woman. Eyes closed behind her
mask, Batgirl responded well as the Huntress let a hand drift
down her body. She moved down Batgirl's body, bestowing kisses
onto the breasts. She buried her head in between the mounds and
kissed it, eliciting a sigh from Batgirl. She moved down
Batgirl's body and pinched the small fat on her stomach. She let
her mouth drag from the stomach all the way to the blond patch in
between her legs. The Huntress gently kissed Batgirl's clit and
seemed to enjoy the responding moan. She buried her head into the
pussy, moving her tongue around the clit. She gripped Batgirl's
thighs and pinched them as she continued. Batgirl moaned in
response as she arched herself, pushing her pussy into the
Huntress' mouth, urging her to continue. The Huntress continued
to plunge her tongue into Batgirl's clit, her saliva mixing with
the juices coming from the lips. Batgirl bucked as she came onto
the Huntress, streaking her mask with cum. 

     The Huntress disengaged her tongue and straddled Batgirl
again. Batgirl kissed her with more determination as she rolled
over. On top, Batgirl planted kisses all over the Huntress' body,
along the neck, the stomach and especially the breasts. Taking
one nipple into her mouth, Batgirl suckled it like a baby as she
moved her hand down the Huntress' body. She let it slide down a
shapely thigh and the smooth leg. She placed a finger into the
dark patch and began rubbing it in and out. Aroused by her
lovemaking, the Huntress was soon producing juices that covered
Batgirl's finger. 

     Batgirl pulled her finger out and got to her knees, pulling
the Huntress up to hers. They gently kissed again, as both the
Huntress and Batgirl fingered the dark pussy. Batgirl leaned onto
her back as the Huntress sat down upon her, her pussy over the
masked face. Batgirl jabbed her tongue in and out of the
Huntress' clit, lapping at the flowing juices. The Huntress
gently rocked herself on Batgirl's face, setting up a rythym that
Batgirl kept to. Their joint maneuvering soon produced cum onto
Batgirl's face, as she licked at the juices coming onto into her
mouth. 

     Sitting on a makeshift chair made of a pair of plants, Ivy
sat, naked. Her breasts heaved as she watched the two go at each
other. She had a red-colored finger moving in and out of her
pussy, producing an odd greenish cum. "God, I love this town,"
she breathed as she felt herself orgasm. "Spring in Gotham.
Nothing like it." 

Kristen's collection--------------------------------------