Hypno Celeb 60

Hypno Celeb 60: Shania Twain
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.
Yet another Mesmer Eyes suggestion. Also, Celeste Reviews
recently ran a challenge for stories with a funhouse theme.

While I don’t put myself in the same class as the people who
grace
Celeste’s pages, I’d like to send in this humble entry. All
comments and suggestions/scenarios welcomed. Enjoy.

The crowd cheered as the last song filled the large tent.
Shania Twain smiled and took a bow. Growing up in Canada, she
had never expected to get such a following as a country music
star.
But the crowd at the benefit fair in this small Texas town
loved her as if she was a native-born countrywoman. Well,
Shania was
never one to argue with success.
She thanked the crowd before walking off stage. Her long
brown hair billowed out behind her in curls. She wore a tight
black outfit that she had chosen before stepping outside and
feeling the Texas heat. She was looking forward to a long
shower when she got back to her hotel, but she decided to
enjoy the
festivities for a while. It was still afternoon and she had
time to kill. Besides, the people were friendly and seemed to
love
her.
It was a nice sized carnival, a permanent one that
operated in the summer and drew visitors from miles around.
Shania had
agreed to perform in a concert with some other country stars,
to help raise money for damage a tornado had done to a nearby
town. It was good publicity and Shania truly enjoyed helping
people
out. The festival was in its second day and the next act was
scheduled for that night. Shania told the band to relax and
enjoy the rides while she planned to do the same.
She ran into quite a few fans as she walked around. She
smiled, signed autographs and posed for a few pictures. She
knew the folks meant well, but she was tired and was hoping
for some
quiet. She caught sight of the Haunted Manor, a large building
with appropriately spooky decorations. It was indoors, dark
and
probably air conditioned. Shania felt it deserved a
walk-through at least.
She brushed at her hair as she walked up, her boots
sliding into the fresh dirt. As she walked into the building,
she failed to see the smile on the face of the attendant, who
hit a button
that sent a signal to a room below the building. A smile lit
up
along with the signal.
It was a shock entering the cool building after being
outside all day. Shania paused a moment to let the goosebumps
fade before walking forward. It was a darkened hallway ahead
and Shania could barely make out anything in front of her. She
took a few hesitant steps forward, reaching out with her
hands, trying
to get a feel for where she was. Just as her eyes were
starting
to adjust to the darkness, the floor gave way underneath her
and she fell onto a slide. She slid down several feet before
landing on a mat inside a dim room.
Shania shook her head and sat up, trying to get her
bearings. This wasn’t exactly what she was expecting.
Frightening people was one thing. Almost breaking their necks
was another.
Before she could get up and investigate the room, the walls
suddenly lit up. The effect was blinding, disorientating
Shania. When her vision returned, she could see that the walls
were lit
with fluorescent lighting. They were in odd patterns, spirals
and waves that changed color and moved swiftly and silently.
Shania
was bombarded by images and colors, not knowing where to look.
To add to the effect, a strobe light flashed periodically from
the
ceiling, bathing the entire room in a wild mess of color and
light.
As Shania stared at the glowing walls and the patterns
they held, a sound filled the room. A mysterious pounding
combined
with a lyrical organ penetrated Shania’s mind and began its
work. The subminimal messages inside the music worked at her
mind,
lowering her resistance and her inhibitions. Shania felt
herself involuntarily relax, her eyes drawn to the spirals and
waves on
the walls. They seemed to nice to her, so calm and relaxing.
She felt like she could just stare at them forever. She’d tear
her
eyes away from a multi-colored wave only to have her sight
sucked in by a spinning, changing spiral. Shania sat on the
cot,
transfixed as the room slowly but surely brainwashed her.
It could have been five minutes or ten hours later when
the flashing lights stopped and the music ceased. "Rise," a
voice commanded over the loudspeakers. Helpless to disobey,
Shania
stood up, swaying slightly as she stared right at the wall in
front of her. "Disrobe completely," the voice stated. Shania
began to peel off her leather outfit. She was topless, her
sizeable breasts falling loose as she stripped off her top.
Her
sweat-stained panties joined the outfit on the floor and she
kicked off her boots.
A door opened and a naked woman entered. She was
middle-aged but in good shape, her breasts sagging only
slightly. Her long
blonde hair fell to her waist and she smiled kindly at the
mesmerized singer. If Shania had been conscious, she might
have
recognized the woman as one of the event’s organizers. The
woman took a few steps forward and embraced Shania, kissing
her hard.
Shania responded passionetly, her will removed by the room’s
effects, her only desire to please. The woman pushed her back
onto the cot and straddled her.
They kissed for long moments before the older woman broke
off and moved down to Shania’s chest. She buried her head in
between those gorgeous tits, pushing them together with her
face in the middle. She tickled one nipple as she massaged the
other
with her palm. She kneaded them together, loving the feel of
them under her hands. Shania moaned as she felt pleasure
overtake her. The woman pushed herself up and then turned
Shania onto her
stomach. The woman slid her hands down the Canadian’s back,
coming to the smooth ass. She began massaging the buttocks,
rubbing her hands around them. Her fingers shot into Shania’s
clit as she rubbed, quick jabs that elicited groans of
pleasure
from Shania. The blonde pushed her face to Shania’s pussy and
began to mouth at it, her tongue sliding in as her lips
circled
the dark-haired lips. Her hands continued to massage Shania as
she ate her out, building Shania’s pleasure up more. The
tongue
dived deep into Shania’s pussy, causing her to wither on the
couch, her breasts sliding on the smooth mat. Shania came,
exploding on the other woman with a cry.
The woman spent several minutes licking away at Shania’s
ass before lying back and spreading open her legs. Shania
needed no
instructions. She moved in and buried her face into the
woman’s
lap, her tongue diving into the blonde-haired twat. She lapped
at the pussy, her tongue jabbing in and out of the woman’s
lips. The woman moaned and leaned back, wrapping her legs
around Shania’s
head, holding her in. She worked her pelvis as if willing her
juices down. Shania knew her mistress was almost ready and it
was her job to make her cum. She did, the juices falling onto
Shania’s lips. She licked away as the woman’s thighs clamped
around her head, holding her in until she had licked away
every
singe drop before her, the first of many such chores.

Shania grinned as she headed back to her trailer. It had
been a good day, with a lot of fun. It had been a long time
since she had enjoyed herself and the carnival was a perfect
place for it. Still, she’d want to come back in different
weather. It was
probably the heat but for some reason, she felt incredibly
tired and dry.

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