Date: Wed, 23 Jun 1999 12:01:44 +0000 From: TheIceMan Subject: Shania Twain Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave now. This is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the sexuality of Ms. Shania Twain. Also, 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. Shania Twain by TheIceMan(thehomebase@yahoo.com) 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.