Hypno Celeb 12: Carrie Fisher
by MAW
MC,MF,CELEB


     Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
explicit 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. 
     Thank you all for being so patient during my absence.
School does cut into my writing time a bit. This is the answer to
one of the most requested ideas I received. Hope it's worth it. 
     
     January, 1997. Los Angeles. 
     Carrie Fisher heard the roar as soon as she stepped out of
the theater. The crowd was going crazy. The Special Edition of
the Star Wars Trilogy had been wildly received by the premiere
crowd. It was certainly different from the low-key premiere the
movie had gotten twenty years ago. Brushing her short dark hair,
Carrie waved at the fans as she made her way to the limo. She
knew Mark was close behind and the crowd probably wanted to seehim more. 
     Stepping into her limo, Carrie sighed as she fell back into
the seat. She glanced up at the driver's seat to see a twentyish
man with sandy blond hair smiling at her. "Nice to meet you, Ms.
Fisher," he said. "I'm John and I'm a huge Star Wars fan." 
     "Nice to meet you, John," Carrie said as she leaned back. 
     "Long night?" John asked as he pulled into traffic. 
     "It's not that," Carrie said. "Seeing yourself twenty years
younger brings a little nostalgia to you. Too bad I can't use the
technology to look like that in all my movies."
     "Ms. Fisher, you're still a knock-out in my book." 
     "Appreciated. But right now, I'm just a little tired." 
     "Yeah, premieres get to you. Look, just sit back, relax and
I'll have you at your hotel in no time. Take a look at the view.
I think it's nice. A lot of people find it comforting to be able
to just watch the view from the backseat. Not worry about the
driving, just sit back, relax and watch the view. You get that?"
     "Sometimes," Carrie said. She leaned back into the cushioned
seat and fixed a tired gaze on the outside. "Yeah, a lot of
people like to watch things go by," John continued. "The
buildings, the shops, the lights. Have you ever noticed how the
lights look as you drive by them? I mean, look up at them. Look
up and watch them as they go by. One after another after another
after another. The way they keep zipping in and out of your view.
Flashing right by your eyes, right by your vision. Going by so
fast that they just seem like a blur. It's relaxing just to watch
them past, to watch them go by."
     John pressed his foot on the brake lightly, coming to a stop
at the light. Without missing a beat, he continued. "When you're
stopped, you can still look at the lights. They're stationary now
and so appealing. You can still look at it. Just watch it, watch
it deeply. Let yourself feel the glow, the warmth, the light.
Just keep watching it and staring into it and feel the warmth.
You feel so warmed and relaxed." 
     John glanced in the rear-view mirror as he began driving
again. Carrie had her head leaned back on the headrest, staring
out the window. A dreamy expression was on her face. Her entire
body seemed relaxed, her hands lying limply on her lap. "You can
see the lights flashing again, flashing past your eyes, each
flash feeling more and more relaxing. You are so relaxed as you
watch them flash by you. Your eyes feel heavy watching them. So
heavy and so relaxed. As you watch them flash more and more, your
eyes feel more and more heavy. You feel so relaxed right now. All
you want to do is close your eyes and let yourself drift. Just
let yourself drift away. Just close your eyes and drift." 
     John looked back at the passenger section. Carrie was
slumped in her seat, eyes closed. John quickly took a side street
that led to a small park. "Now, Carrie, as you feel the car
moving, you can feel yourself falling deeper and deeper into
relaxation. So relaxed now, so deep. Just let yourself drift and
fall deeper and deeper into relaxation. So deep and so heavy."
John stopped the car and faced the entranced Carrie. "Now Carrie,
listen to me very carefully..."September 1997. New York.
     "So, tell them I'll be there at nine tomorrow, okay?" Carrie
talked to her agent as she walked around her apartment. The
comfortable loft had a great view of the city. Carrie brushed her
long brown hair as she talked to her agent. 
     "Okay, you know where the store is? I'll meet you there a
half-hour early, okay?" Hanging up, the agent was struck again by
the change in Carrie. Maybe it was some kind of mid-life thing
but ever since Star Wars was rereleased, a change for the better
had come over her. She had been dieting and exercising to the
point where her body looked ten years younger. She had also been
letting her hair grow longer. In all, Carrie was become more
light-hearted in the last few months. Whatever caused it, if it
made Carrie happy, it was worth it. 
     Carrie had just hung up the phone when it rang again.
"Hello?" she asked, turning it on.      "How are the stars, Princess?" 
     John came to the loft and opened the door. It was unlocked,
as he had commanded it to be. He wore an odd outfit, a green
tunic with dark pants and shoes. He walked carefully through the
darkened apartment, coming to the dimly lit bedroom. He entered
it, seeing the large bed. Lying on top of it was the culmination
of fifteen years of dreams and nine months of waiting. 
     Carrie lay on the bed, the dreamy look still on her face. A
reddish-brown armor bikini top covered her breasts. Similarly
armored belt around her slim waist. Cloth hung from the belt all
the way down her perfect legs. Her feet were bare, with amulets
on her ankles and wrists. Her hair was braided behind her with
iron clasps in it. A choker hung around her neck, attached to a
chain attached to a ring on the wall. "Look at me, Princess,"
John commanded. Carrie raised her head to look at him. "I am your
master, Princess. I own you. You can only do what I want. You can
only do as I say. I control you. I command you. Do youunderstand?"
     "Yes.." Carrie whispered. In her hypnotized mind, she was no
longer Carrie Fisher. She was Princess Leia, held captive and
drugged by one of Jabba The Hutt's henchmen. She had to do as he
said until Luke could rescue her. The fantasy implanted in her
mind by John had taken hold firmly. Her exercising, her hair, the
suit she had been given, the chain. All had been provided by John
who gave them to her then erased her mind of the event. 
     John wasted no time. He had waited years for the chance to
make his dream come true and he was ready to use it. He moved
onto the bed, straddling the prone Carrie. He moved a hand up her
body, loving the smooth feel of her skin. He slipped a finger
underneath the armor top and lightly brushed one breast. Carrie
sighed in response. John leaned down and kissed her, moving her
tongue around her mouth, loving the satisfaction she returned to
him. They embraced each other, John feeling the weights of the
bracelets on his back. 
     John quickly disrobed, her tunic and pants falling to the
ground. He continued to kiss Carrie, moving down her body. He
came to the iron belt she wore and smiled. Unlike the original,
this belt had a special addition John had specifically put in.
Unsnapping a special section opened a plating that revealed
Carrie's brown clit. Smiling, John moved his head underneath the
satin cloth and put his tongue inside Carrie's womanhood. He
gently began to jab his tongue in and out, provoking Carrie's
sexuality. Her groans of response let him know he was doing a
good job. Gripping the smooth thighs for handles, John licked at
Carrie's clit, his slave's moans driving him on. 
     When the first sweet taste of her filled his mouth, John
quickly disengaged his tongue. He sat up and pulled Carrie to
him, inserting his rock-hard member into her. Grunting, John
began to move in and out of Carrie, his cock thrusting into the
slit in her suit. Gasping, Carrie urged her master on, red-
painted fingernails raking his back. John buried his head above
the armored top as he continued to pump his slave. He came, his
load shooting through Carrie, producing a high shriek. 
     They lay still in each other's arms for a moment. John
became aware of exactly where his eyes were and decided to go for
the gold. He unstrapped Carrie's top, letting it fall heavily to
the bed. He took a moment to admire those long sought after
breasts before burying his head between them. He lovingly kissed
each one, letting his tongue drag over one nipple, kissing the
other. He felt himself begin to come again and continued to suck
Carrie's breasts, her growing pleasure answered in anotherincredible orgasm. 
     Separating himself from Carrie, John lay her down on the
bed, the chain around her throat rattling. "Kneel, Princess," he
commanded. Carrie obediently kneeled, her ass right in front of
John. Brushing aside the cloth, John undid another piece of
armor, exposing Carrie's asshole. He jammed his still hard cock
in and began pumping again. He felt cum far faster than he
expected, the fantasy fulfilled fueling his sexuality. He thrust
his cock in and out of her ass, her shouts bringing him joy. He
shot into her again, her satisfied cry the icing on the cake. He
took her and lay down with her, his cock pushed against her ass,
his hands feeling her breasts. "Thank you, George Lucas," John
whispered. Now if the second trilogy was just as good...-- 
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