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Hypno Celeb 19: Elle MacPhearson
by MAW
MC,MF


     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. Don't try
this at home. If you feel like it, seek help.
     This story is based on a manufactured image at
www.Privatepages.com. There, you will find dozens of images, real
and faked, of hypnotized women which have inspired this and other
stories. Enjoy. 


     After years of doing it, Elle MacPhearson was used to swim
shoots. What she was never used to was the various positions the
photographer insisted she place her body in. Elle had to call it
a day early because she ached in her shoulders and was convinced
she'd pulled a nerve. As much as she hated to admit, she wasn't
getting any younger and maintaining a body like hers took its
toll.
     "Is that a day then?" she asked, her Australian accent
rolling around the small area of the beach the camera crew was
set up at. 
     "That'll do," the director said. "We're going to need you
later for those night shots, Elle. In the meantime, you can rest
up in the trailer."
     "Lovely," Elle said as she began walking away. "I'll
probably be dropping off for a bit. Wake me up when it's time."
She walked to her trailer. Her tall, thin form was clad in a
yellow bathing suit, a rather more conservative one that what she
often wore. Elle wasn't as taboo about nudity as some of her
peers. She'd shown her body off for cameras as well as film. She
pulled a towel around herself as a wind blew her long brown hair
behind her. She opened the trailer and entered it, taking a deep
breath as she relaxed.
     Without warning, she felt a pair of hands grab her from
behind and yank her backwards. Before she could scream, a hand
slapped a padded cloth over her mouth and nose. She struggled,
but the grip refused to relax. A sickening sweet smell came from
the cloth and filled her nostrils and lungs. Her strength slowly
faded as her head filled with an overwhelming fuzziness. Her eyes
slowly closed as she faded into unconsciousness.

     Elle awoke slowly, her head pounding. Shaking it, she tried
to get her bearings, tried to gauge where she was and what had
happened. She was in a darkened room. The only light came from
above, a white strobe that kept blinking on and on. She was
strapped to a flat surface with restraints across her waist, legs
and wrist. She was still clad in the bathing suit, with no idea
what was going on.
     A humming sound filled the air, followed by what sounded
like a lever being thrown. A movement caught her attention as a
mechanic arm suddenly lowered right in front of her face.
Attached to the end of the arm was a red and black spiral disc.
The instant Elle saw it, the disc began to spin, becoming a red
and black blur. Still woozy, Elle stared at the disc, using it as
a focal point to clear her head, a fatal error.
     As Elle stared into the disc, the humming sound from above
took on another tone, a throbbing sound, like a pulse with
special pitches to it. It was like an ocean of sound, with waves
of differing frequencies and pitches attached to it. Elle wasn't
sure, but she thought she could a voice somewhere in there,
giving her a message. She couldn't tell, her focus was entirely
on the disc spinning in front of her. It drew her in, seeming to
suck the will away from her. She couldn't tear her eyes away from
it and after a few moments, didn't want to. She continued to
stare as a lethargy overtook her. It was similar to when she had
been chloroformed, but even more relaxing. She felt so tired, so
peaceful. It hurt to think, to resist, to do anything she wasn't
told to do. Her head slumped down as she let herself drift away.
     It could have been minutes or hours later when she heard the
voice say, "Look up." She raised her head, fixing her sleepy gaze
at a man before her. He was tall, well built, with short dark
hair and was completely nude, his cock hard. "You will obey me
without question," the man said. "No hesitation. You have no will
except to serve me. Is that not true?"
     "Yes..Master.." Elle said softly. She had no choice
whatsoever. This man was her master and she had to serve him and
do anything he wanted. 
     The restraints binding her to the table released and she
took a few tentative steps forward. She stood, swaying as the man
continued to gaze at her. "Disrobe," he said in a simple tone.
Elle hooked her fingers onto the straps of her suit and pulled it
off. She stood naked, her hands hanging by her hips, her breasts
free and the dark tuft exposed. The man came forward and took her
hand, leading her into the darkness. She didn't wonder where she
was going. Her master knew what he was doing.
     She felt herself being placed on a soft bed. She closed her
eyes as she felt another wave of relaxation come over her. She
felt so aroused now, so excited. Her master was about to please
her, he was about to take her. He had hypnotized her and now she
had no choice but to pleasure him. She moaned as she felt him
stick his cock into her pussy. He slowly began to pump her,
building it up as he went. He pushed himself into her, shoving
her down on the bed. She groaned as she felt his hands on her
breasts, massaging them, shoving them together. He continued to
grab and pinch at her breasts as he thrusted himself in and out
of her. Her entire body felt like it was hit by lightening when
they orgasmed, his cum shooting into her. 
     For a few moments, he collapsed onto her, burying his head
in between her breasts, kissing her nipples. Finally he pulled
himself up and off of her. "On your knees," he said. The
mesmerized supermodel instantly complied. She felt her master's
hard cock pressed against her lips and instantly knew what was
being demanded of her. She opened her mouth and took her master's
rod into it. She began sucking at it, wrapping her tongue around
the tip as she gripped the balls, pinching them together. She
pulled the erect member as far down her throat as she could as
she continued to lick away at the tip. Soon, she was rewarded by
the sweet taste of her master's cum being shot into her mouth.
She swallowed what she could, licking away the liquids stuck to
the cock.
     The master pulled himself out of her and lay her back on the
bed. "Sleep," he commanded. "Sleep and remember nothing here.
Sleep. This was all a dream. Sleep." His voice continued to talk
as she slumped into the sheets, her mind already turning into a
blank slate.

     Elle's eyes opened blearily as she took in her surroundings.
A knocking on her trailer door got her attention as she sat up
from her nap. She shook her head, getting her faculties together.
What a weird dream. She could feel a dampness between her legs
from it. Luckily, the suit seemed to be hiding it. She had
changed into the dark blue one for the next shoot before lying
down. She stood up and walked over to the door, vowing to herself
never to drink diet soda before taking a nap. Although a couple
of dreams like that could liven up her life. As she stepped
through the doorway. She stopped, sniffing. Shrugging, she went
back to the beach. If she didn't know better, she'd swear she'd
smelled something sweet. 

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