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Madonna: Getting Away From It All
(mc, mf, celeb)
by KMB (KMB_76@yahoo.com)
Authors note: This story is not meant to be read by
people under the age of 18 for various legal reasons
that I'm not smart enough to get into. So you young
ones go off and read something nice and legal like the
Starr Report. Hypnosis does not work this way because
this is a fantasy story. This is not reality and
should not be treated as such. If you try and make
this fantasy reality then drop me a line when you get
out of jail.
This is my first effort so be gentle, I promise I'll
get better. Let me know what you think about this and
remember I can't do this without your ideas and fantasies.
Send all comments to KMB_76@yahoo.com
It's not always easy to get away from it all,
especially if you're face and name can be instantly
recognized even in the most far off corners of the
world. But getting away from it all was exactly what
Madonna was trying to do.
She was a millionaire several, several, several
times over, to go along with her fame, so she didn't
expect much sympathy from anyone. Yet that didn't
change the fact that she needed a break. Being Madonna
24-7 was certainly a taxing job and she wouldn't trade
any of it for anything, but there were times when she
just needed to get away from it all and be by herself.
So after leaving little Lourdes with her father,
Madonna took off to spend some quality time with herself.
Her 40th birthday had just passed by and she had
received two presents that she was looking forward to
getting a lot of use of. The first one was the use of
a cabin in the upstate woods of Washington State, near
the border of Canada.
Certainly this was no run down rustic shack, this
was a fully, modern functioning house. It just wasn't
a penthouse apartment on the West Side of New York City
or a mansion in Malibu. The most important thing was
that it was in a nice isolated place where she could
just relax and forget about her pressures for a few
However, it wasn't long after she had settled in
that any hopes Madonna had of spending a quiet weekend
alone were squashed. She had just sat down in a chair
on the porch in the hopes of watching a sunset, when
she heard a knocking on the door. The singer sat up
with a start, a million questions popping into her
head. Who knew she was here? Who could it possibly
be? Was there some kind of emergency? Had Lourdes
been hurt or something?
With a bit of trepidation, Madonna walked to the
door and after peering out saw that it was a man in a
Forest Rangers outfit. She opened the door and let
"I'm sorry to disturb you maam," the Ranger began
before it dawned on him who he was standing in front
"Oh my God!" the man exclaimed, "You're-You're-You're..."
"You can say it," Madonna interjected as he began to
stammer, "I'm Madonna. Now, who are you?" "Oh, I'm
sorry," the man said, "My name is Steve. Steve Paris.
I'm the Forest Ranger for this sector." "Is there a
problem?" Madonna then asked, impatient to get back to
her relaxation. "Oh no maam," Steve replied, "We didn't
know you were up here, so I was just checking the area.
Sometimes we have break ins when the cabins are
unoccupied and I was just making sure everything was
all right up here."
As he spoke, Madonna began to look the young Ranger
He was very good looking, he could save her from a
forest fire any day she thought idly. He didn't look
as though he was a regular attendee at Mensa meetings,
but it wasn't like that mattered. Looking at Steve's
muscles through his shirt soon had Madonna thinking of
other ways that she could relax, and they didn't involve
watching any sunsets.
"How old are you Steve?" Madonna asked, wicked
thoughts continuing to bubble to the surface in her
"24, maam," Steve answered, "I know I look a little
young, but I've been on this job for over four years
now. I just can't believe you're here and I'm here
and we're like talking. That is unbelievable!"
"Well, believe it and you can knock off that maam
stuff and just call me Madonna," the singer replied,
"Can I offer you something to drink, Steve?"
"Oh no, maam, I mean Madonna, I should be completing
my rounds and getting back to the base," Steve said as
he started to head to the door. His resistance only
made up Madonna's mind more quickly and she knew then
that she would have him.
"C'mon, you can spare a minute," she said knowing
that he'd be sparing more than a minute, "I want to
show you something."
"What's that?" Steve asked. He couldn't wait to get
back to the base where he could start bragging to
everyone about who he just met. The other guys would
be killing themselves with jealousy. It was going to
"Hold on a second," Madonna said as she rummaged
through her bag, where was that damn thing? Suddenly
she felt it in her grasp and pulled out a small black
"Take a good look at this," Madonna said as she
opened the pouch and took out a green jewel. As the
jewel glistened in the light, Madonna closed her eyes
and began murmuring a chant to herself. Suddenly a
green light shot out of the jewel and, before he had
a chance to react, hit Steve squarely between the eyes.
Steve had no idea what hit him so he had no chance
to resist. But even if he had he would have quickly
lost as a complete lethargy spread all over him. His
mind fell into a fog as he began losing the will and
the ability to speak or move. In a matter of seconds,
Steve stood, frozen as a statue, his eyes staring
Grinning from ear to ear, Madonna began looking over
her entranced victim. This jewel was the second birthday
gift she had truly loved. It was an ancient jewel
supposedly used by Amazon women to ensure complete
domination over their opposition.
Madonna had no idea if that story was true or not,
and frankly she didn't really care. It was a good
story and the only important thing was that the jewel
Of course even at 40 Madonna certainly didn't need
hypnosis to get a man. She was still a hot number and
she knew it more than anyone. But with hypnosis came
a certain ease and convenience, she'd always been better
at sex than relationships and this little jewel
ensured all the fun of a boyfriend without the
emotional cost. Plus, anytime she tried to get a new
guy, the tabloids were all over her with their rumors
and innuendoes. Those were no fun to read and
especially with Lourdes becoming more and more aware
of the world around her, Madonna didn't want her
daughter to hear miserable gossip about her mother.
Therefore, if she was the only one who actually knew
sex was taking place, then so much the better.
"Steve, can you hear me?" Madonna asked as she ran
her hands over her prey's motionless body.
"Yes," was Steve's reply, his voice coming across a
little stilted, but certainly not slow or slurred.
"Who am I?" she asked.
"You are my mistress," Steve answered, Madonna's
arousal began to kick into high gear as soon as she
heard those words. Her pussy was beginning to get wet
and the singer knew that she had to move in for the
"Take off your clothes, Steve," Madonna said as she
sat down to enjoy the show. Slowly at first, then with
gradual speed, Steve began to strip off his clothes.
He unbuttoned his Ranger uniform shirt and after that
hit the ground he pulled off his undershirt before
"All the way, Steve. Show me everything you've got!"
Madonna was loving the sight of her bare chested victim
and was eager to see more.
Without any further pause, Steve pulled off his
boots and socks before undoing the buckle of his pants.
They hit the floor and as soon as he stepped out of
them, he pushed down his boxers letting his hard cock
free of its prison. "Hard already?" Madonna asked with
genuine surprise, "Does this turn you on Steve?"
"Yes Mistress," Steve replied, "I wanted to fuck you
the moment I saw you."
Hmmm Madonna thought, maybe she hadn't even needed
the hypnosis, but it was too late now. "Come upstairs,
Steve," she ordered.
With that Madonna led Steve upstairs, growing more
and more turned on with each step upward. When they
reached her bedroom, Madonna wasted no time in freeing
herself from her clothes. She pulled her white T-shirt
over her head, exposing her hard nipples to the air.
She had worn no bra and she was getting so turned on
that she had been afraid that her nipples were just
going to burst right out of her shirt. (Try explaining
that to a curious party!)
The singer then pushed off her jeans and her panties
off, leaving her as naked as Steve. Madonna let the
cool air of the room pass over her naked body and she
loved the feel of it. Her hand dropped to her pussy
and she began to finger herself, momentarily forgetting
about the motionless Steve.
However, Madonna quickly remembered that she had
something a lot more pleasurable than her fingers at
her disposal and she looked up to Steve. "Get down
here and eat my pussy!" she commanded Steve and he
quickly complied. His tongue began to attack her clit
and Madonna immediately felt the first rushes of
intense pleasure rush to her brain. With one hand she
pushed Steve in further to he pussy and with the other
she began massaging her throbbing breasts.
"C'mon fuck me with your tongue!" Madonna gasped as
she felt her juices begin to flow onto Steve's face.
He was really good at eating pussy and Madonna silently
hoped that his girlfriend was able to receive this
favor from him whenever she wanted it. Steve's tongue
kept making solid contact with her swollen clit and
soon Madonna was past the point of no return. Her hips
began to buck as she held Steve's head at her pussy.
Soon the quake of her orgasm was roaring through her
body as she came.
Momentarily satisfied, but wanting more, Madonna
released Steve's head and drew him up for a deep kiss.
She relished the taste of her own juices on Steve's
face and she moved Steve's hands up to her breasts.
Steve quickly got the idea and began massaging them,
sending jolts of pleasure to Madonna's brain and pussy,
which was beginning to need more attention.
Madonna let her hand drift down Steve's body as they
continued to kiss and she quickly grasped his hard
cock. She then broke the kiss and after taking a quick
moment to run her tongue up, down, and around Steve's
cock, she lay down on the bed again and spread her
legs. "Fuck me Steve! Fuck me now!" Madonna commanded,
"But you can only come when I say the word Ranger!"
Without a word Steve leaned down and was easily able
to enter the singer's pussy. He began humping away at
her, as Madonna squealed in pleasure, before she
decided to change things around a bit.
Madonna quickly pushed Steve off her and lay him
down on his back. His cock stood straight up in the
air and Madonna could see that he was about to burst
inside. Well he would have to wait just a second more
for that, Madonna thought as she mounted her hypnotized
friend and began to ride his cock. She moved his hands
back up to her breasts and he restarted his massaging
as Madonna bit down on her finger to keep from screaming
out in pleasure.
Soon she felt her orgasm beginning to build up again
and when it hit her it was like a very pleasurable
bullet had been shot right into her skull and through
As she gasped and moaned in ecstasy, Madonna managed
to say the code-word Steve must have been dying to hear.
"Fuck me Ranger! I want to feel you come inside me!"
she shouted and instantly she felt Steve's cock erupt
as he shot into her. Madonna then collapsed back on
the mattress, as she kissed and stroked her entranced
"Now Steve," Madonna gasped as she felt herself
coming back to Earth. You're going to get dressed and
leave the house. You will continue to walk your rounds
and when you are one hundred feet away from here you
will wake up and remember none of this. You went up
here and found no one there, in fact there's no need
to check on this place for the rest of the weekend.
But if you ever hear me say the words, 'Fuck me
Ranger!' you will fall back into this state. Do you
"Yes mistress," Steve stated as he walked downstairs
and began to get dressed. Madonna, her body wrapped in
a quilt, came down to join him and took him in for one
last kiss. "You were a great fuck, Steve. Have sweet
fantasies about me!" she whispered as he walked out the
door. As she watched him go, her hand grasped her
green jewel. This jewel was definitely the best birthday
present she had ever gotten.
After walking for about a hundred feet Steve suddenly
snapped back to consciousness.
Where was he, he wondered. But he immediately
recognized his surroundings. What had just happened,
he thought as he continued on his way. Why did it seem
like he had lost time? Why were his boots not tied
properly? And why the hell did he feel a wet sensation
in his crotch? 'God', he thought, 'wouldn't his friends
back at the station be green with jealousy when they
found out that he'd met Madonna, and even talked to her.
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