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Hypno Celeb 20: Nancy Kerrigan and Tonya Harding
by MAW
MC,FF

     Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this bothers you, leave
now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you
feel like trying this, seek help.
     

     Contrary to popular opinion, Tonya Harding did not reside in
a battered trailer. Her house, while not opulent, was nice. It
might have been nicer if she could afford to redo the decorating,
something that wasn't a viable option. Tonya sat on her couch,
surrounded by a mountain of bills. After the suspension and her
court proceedings, she'd found herself on the brink of
bankruptcy. She had a small account left but it wasn't going to
last long. She needed to do something soon to change all that.
Unfortunetly, she didn't see many job openings for someone of her
unique status.
     She dragged a hand through her scraggly blond hair as she
examined the bills. Although she had kept to herself through much
of the last four years, she was still in good shape, with her
body holding only a few more pounds of fat than she had when
skating. The last thing she wanted was to give those tabloids a
story by ballooning up to three hundred pounds. 
     She sighed as she heard the doorbell ring and reluctantly
got up. She was wearing a faded yellow sweatshirt and jeans. She
wondered who it could be. Not many reporters stopped by anymore
and she'd been shunned by much of the neighborhood. That left the
local kids heckling at her. If that was the case, they were in
trouble because she was in the mood to kick ass.
     Opening the door, she saw the person standing on the other
side. Tonya blinked, positive she was seeing things. Maybe all
this worrying over her budget had given her a complex or
something. Her visitor was a woman who was tall for skaters, a
little higher than Tonya. She had an attractive face, highlighted
by a dazzling smile and framed by long curly black hair. She wore
a white windbreaker over a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. A
bag hung over one shoulder. "Can I come in?" she asked. 
     Of all the people in the world that Tonya expected to see on
her doorstep, Nancy Kerrigan ranked just below Queen Elizabeth.
"Uh, sure," she stammered out as she stood aside, letting Nancy
in. "Um, sorry about the mess, I wasn't expecting company." She
swiftly began pushing bills off the couch so she and Nancy could
sit down. Nancy placed her bag down before sitting. 
     "Tonya, I came here because I wanted to talk. We need to get
this out right now. It's been four years, for God's sake. Now, I
don't know how you've been but the media still won't let it go.
It's the first thing I'm asked all the time. So, we need to talk.
No reporters, no lawyers, no cops, just you and me getting this
all out."
     "Okay," Tonya said, hesitatingly. She was still a little
wary, but what the hell? If nothing else, she could sell the
story to the tabs for some extra bucks. 
     Nancy took a deep breath. "Now, in a way, what happened
helped me, I have to admit it. Lots of exposure, endorsement
deals, public appearances, it all worked out pretty well."
     "If the point of this is to make me feel bad, you're
succeeding admirably," Tonya said. 
     "Sorry, look, we're getting off to a bad start here. I
brought a gesture of good-will. All right?" She unzipped the bag
and pulled out a silver disc attached to a ribbon. 
     "You medal?" Tonya said, her eyes widening. 
     "You got it," Nancy said as she held the medal up. She held
it slightly above Tonya's line of vision, not major but enough so
she'd have to look up to see it. "This could have been yours. I
have to admit, it's nice. I never imagined the way it shines. The
way the light catches it and it bounces into your eyes. It make
sit more appealing, more intriguing to look at. All you do is
stare at it and it really seems to glow when the light catches it
right." Nancy slowly tugged at the ribbon, letting the medal
slowly spin. The light glanced off it into Tonya's eyes. She
stared at the medal, enraptured. Smiling, Nancy continued to
talk, shifting into a soft yet commanding tone. 
     "Just keep watching the medal swing in place, Tonya. Just
keep watching it and watch the light glinting off it. The light
flashes off the medal and into your eyes. One flash after another
after another. You just keep watching them flashing and you
notice something. The more you watch, the more relaxed you feel.
The more the medal flashes, the more you feel relaxed and calm.
You just keep watching the medal and listening to my voice and
you feel so very relaxed. The flashes just keep coming and with
each flash you feel more and more relaxed. Flash, flash, flash.
You feel so relaxed now, so calm, that you can barely keep your
eyes open. The lights keep flashing and you just feel so very
relaxed and calm and peaceful. The flashes keep coming and now
you feel so relaxed that you just want to close your eyes, just
close them and relax completely and totally.  Just close your
eyes and relax."
     Tonya's eyes gently shut as she slumped slightly in the
couch. Smiling, Nancy placed the medal down. "Even with your eyes
closed, you can see the flashes, Tonya. The flashes just keep
coming and you keep feeling more relaxed as they do. Just keep
watching the flashes, Tonya. Watch them and let me know when
you've relaxed completely. When the flashes end, you will be in a
deep state of relaxation, Tonya. Tell me when they end, Tonya.
Tell me when you're completely relaxed." 
     It was a long, agonizing minute before Tonya whispered. "I
am..completely..relaxed."
     It had worked. Those lessons she'd taken had paid off
completely. She had going for her Tonya's lust over the medal
itself, which made sure she would fix her attention to it. Now,
with Tonya hypnotized, Nancy could finally get some straight
answers and a little payback. "Tonya, I want you to tell me the
truth. Now, did you plan the attack on me?"
     "Yes.." Tonya replied. 
     Surprisingly, Nancy didn't feel any anger over the
admission. She had gotten over most of it. However, she did have
a couple of things in mind to "reward" Tonya for the publicity
she had given her. "Tonya, I want you to listen to me very
carefully. I want you to open your eyes but remain fast asleep. I
want you to then lead me into your bedroom. All right?" Tonya
opened her eyes and stood up. With a blank expression on her
face, she led Nancy to the bedroom. Like much of the house, it
needed a little work, but the bed was inviting enough. 
     Nancy looked over the bed and nodded. She turned back to the
entranced Tonya. She took Tonya's face in her hands and gently
kissed her. Tonya was hesitant at first. Her mind was entranced,
the tiny, insignificant part that retained its free will
unbelieving of what was happening. Nancy's hands moved over
Tonya's body, massaging the breasts as she kissed. "Don't fight
me, Tonya," she said, breaking off. "Just relax completely and
let me touch you." 
     She pushed Tonya onto the bed and slowly began undressing
her. The jeans went first, then the sweater. The dark bra was
next, exposing the pert breasts and finally came the panties,
showing off the blond tuft between her legs. Tonya was an
attractive woman, but it wasn't sex Nancy was for today. Well,
partly it was, but it was also something even more primal:
Vengeance. 
     Nancy pulled off her jeans and then slipped her panties down
her smooth legs. She left her shirt and windbreaker on, though.
She reached into her bag and began pulling out a set of scarves
and a couple of tubes. Each scarf was colored: red, green, blue
and yellow. The red and green scarves went around Tonya's ankles.
The blue and yellow went around her wrists. Spread-eagled, Tonya
lay helpless before America's sweetheart, who was thinking some
definitely unsweet thoughts. 
     Nancy opened the caps of the tubes and began emptying their
contents onto Tonya. Red and green paint soon merged onto her
stomach. Putting on a pair of gloves, Nancy began moving the
paint around Tonya's body. She felt a rush as she felt the paint
slide over Tonya's skin. She spread it out over her rival, around
the breasts and the stomach. She massaged it along the small
mounds, lightly tweaking the nipples as she went. Soon, Tonya's
body was a mass of color, made all the more remarkable by the
lack of it on her legs, arms and head. Nancy took care to spread
the paint everywhere but Tonya's clit, leaving it open and
exposed. 
     Nancy moved onto the prone Tonya, sitting down right over
her face, her pussy inches from Tonya's tongue. "Lick me, Tonya,"
she commanded. "Go ahead and lick me now." Tonya had been in
ecstasy throughout the paint massage and was only too eager to
obey. She placed her mouth over Nancy's pussy and began licking.
Nancy gently rocked herself onto Tonya, setting up a slow rythym
that she knew was building her towards ecstasy. She moaned as she
felt Tonya's hands on her thighs, the fingers running down the
sensitive legs as she continued to lick away. Nancy straightened
as she came, her cum spilling onto Tonya's face. "So sweet," she
said. "So sweet." 


     Tonya slowly opened her eyes. She wasn't sure where she was.
The last thing she remembered was talking to Nancy and then--.
She let her right hand drag over her face as she tried to get her
bearings. She tried to move the left hand, but something was
stopping it. Confused, she looked to see her left hand tied to a
scarf tied to a bedpost. Several things became clear to Tonya at
once: She was naked, she was covered in paint, the sheets right
underneath her pussy were stained and a sweet-tasting liquid
covered her face. She tried to understand what had happened, how
she'd gotten here. Her gaze fell on a piece of paper lying next
to her. Picking it up, she opened it with her free hand. 
     "Dear Tonya. Payback's a bitch and so am I. Don't bother
asking yourself how I did it, I did it. Now you know how it is to
feel pain and embarrassment. But I do have a heart, Tonya.
Really. If I did all this with no compensation to you, it'd be no
better than what you did to me. And I have to admit, I do feel
some sympathy for your troubles. So, you'll find a check on your
side table, for a sum that I believe will be acceptable to you. I
doubt you'd want to tell anyone about this. No one would really
believe you. Let's just consider ourselves even. Hope to see you
back on the ice soon. Nancy." 
     Tonya crumpled the note in her hand and cursed under her
breath. "Next time, I'm going to just have her killed." 

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