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(These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children. ===================================================================== Archive name: Hypno44.txt Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com Story Title : Hypno Celeb 44: Elizabeth Gracen (mc,mf,celeb) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Hypno Celeb 44: Elizabeth Gracen by MAW MC,MF 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. I've always had an eye on this beauty. A former Miss America who seems to enjoy taking her clothes off for the camera does that to me. Now, thanks to the escapades of the President of the United States, she's famous enough for me to tackle. All comments and suggestions/scenarios welcomed. Enjoy. Elizabeth Gracen took a deep breath and smiled. She really loved Paris. She had just finished shooting a guest spot for "Highlander." The character of Amanda had gotten her a lot of coverage and a healthy dose of attention with fans. And anytime she could visit this city was great. She figured she'd kick back and relax here for a few days before heading home. At least getting out of the country helped her avoid the tabloids. She was walking through a small park on the outskirts of the city. It wasn't that large, a small lake and plenty of shaded trees. It was a nice, quiet spot that seemed the perfect way to spend the sunny French day. Elizabeth brushed a hand through her shoulder-length black hair. She wore a loose shirt with no bra and a modest skirt. She didn't feel like drawing too much attention today. All she wanted to do was relax. Her attention was caught by a small crowd at the entrance to the park. They were watching a juggler perform. The cart next to him carried the sign, "Francois Pacard, Juggler Extraordinaire." He didn't wear makeup or a clown outfit, just baggy pants and shirt. He was dark-haired and had a kind, quiet face that smiled as his hands went into motion. Elizabeth joined the crowd to watch. He really was quite good. His hands were almost a blur as he moved the balls through the air, catching them and shooting them off in another direction. He threw a knife into the ensemble and managed to nimbly avoid the blade as he tossed the objects. Although he did everything seemingly at random, he did have a method, which made it all the more amazing. Francois finally finished and gave a small bow, enjoying the applause from the crowd. Elizabeth waited until the rest of the crowd had dispersed to approach Francois. "That was amazing," she said. "You're really good." "Thank you," Francois said. His English was excellent, with only a trace of an accent. "It's really not that hard, miss--?" "Elizabeth. You make it look easy." "It is easy, really. Would you like a quick lesson?" "Sure," Elizabeth shrugged. She had no real plans for the day. It would be fun. Smiling, Francois reached into the bag on his cart and pulled out a small metallic ball. It glowed brightly in the sunlight. "Okay, Elizabeth, the key to juggling is concentration and timing. That's all there is to it. Now, just watch the ball with your eyes. Just your eyes. Don't move any part of your head. Just keep your eyes on the ball." With that, Francois began to throw the ball lightly up in the air. He caught it, then threw it up again. He continued the process, throwing the ball up and down, up and down. Elizabeth blinked at first, irritated at the light that flashed in her eyes every time the ball arced up. But she found herself growing used to it and kept her eyes on the globe as Francois tossed it. "Just keep your eyes on it, Elizabeth. Concentrate on the ball and my voice. The ball and my voice. Just concentrate on those. Watch the ball go up and down, up and down. Follow it intently. Watch it rise up, then sink to my palm. Rise and sink, rise and sink. See how it flashes every time it arcs up. Up, flash, down. Up, flash, down. It's a nice, repeating pattern. Up, flash, down. Up, flash, down. Just keep your eyes on the ball, Elizabeth and keep listening to my voice. You're doing fine." Elizabeth's eyes were glued to the globe. Her face was becoming slack, her expression glazed. Her mind felt dulled, light-headed. All she could do was keep watching the ball bounce up and down and listening to Francois' soothing voice. It was beginning to hurt her eyes every time the light bounced off the globe. It hurt to keep them open. "It's relaxing, isn't it, Elizabeth?" Francois said, knowing he had her. "It's so soothing just to watch the ball bouncing and flashing, bouncing and flashing. Up, flash, down. Up, flash, down. Sometimes, when I want to sleep, I think about this ball, bouncing up and down, flashing, bouncing and flashing. Up, flash, down. It's so relaxing, so restful. It helps me go to sleep. Sleep. You keep watching the ball and you feel yourself drifting into sleep. A nice, wonderful sleep. Sleep." Elizabeth's eyes slammed shut and she swayed slightly in place. Francois held the ball before her face. "Elizabeth open your eyes, but stay fast asleep," Francois said in a commanding tone. Elizabeth's eyes slowly opened and stared at the shiny globe before her. Francois slowly rotated the silver ball, sending shimmers of light into the mesmerized Elizabeth's eyes. "Elizabeth, you are now asleep. I helped you sleep. I am the teacher, you are the student. Whatever I ask of you, you will do it without question. Do you understand?" "Yes," Elizabeth whispered. Nodding Francois lowered the ball. He took Elizabeth by the hand and led her through the park. No one took notice of them. If they had, they might have been struck by the look of eagerness on Francois' face and the total lack of expression on Elizabeth's. Francois finally led her to a small clearing away from the more public areas. It was a secluded spot, underneath a shady tree, facing the lake. Francois faced the hypnotized Miss America and began to give her commands. "Elizabeth, will you do anything for your teacher?" "Yes. Anything." "Take off your clothes." Elizabeth slowly unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off. Her breasts were exposed, nice, full mounds that gave Francois a shot of adrenaline. She unsnapped and slipped off her skirt, letting it fall to the ground. She slid her panties down her smooth, thin legs and stood nude. A breeze came by, gently blowing her hair behind her, making her all the more beautiful. Francois was out of his baggy clothes in a flash, his cock already hard. He moved forward and embraced Elizabeth. He kissed her hard and was pleased by the passion with which she responded. They embraced and he could feel her breasts pushed against his chest as they continued to kiss each other. "Love your teacher, Elizabeth," Francois said as he lowered her to the ground. They kissed for a few more minutes before he lowered himself to her bosom. He kissed each of the pert nipples, tickling each one with his tongue. He buried his head in her cleavage, pushing her breasts together on his face. She groaned as he played with her tits, manipulating them with his hands. He pushed himself down to her clit, breathing in the scent before licking at her dark patch. His tongue moved in and out of her lips, making her wither in place on the grass. He continued to lick at her, knowing that everything he did would please his hypnotized slave. He broke off his mouthing and slid his cock into her pussy. He began to push himself in and out of her, his cock diving into her wet twat. Elizabeth moaned, lost in ecstasy as she felt her teacher make love to her. She pushed herself down on him, trying to make her pleasure come. She orgasmed before he did, arching back as she felt a wave of overwhelming joy shoot through her. Francois could see she had come, but he still needed to let go. He pulled his cock out, the tip stained with her juices. He slid the cock in between her breasts, moving it up and down in a nice rythym. He pushed her tits over his rod, enjoying the sensation of the breasts on dick. He soon came, spilling out over her breasts, eliciting another groan of pleasure from her. Francois hurriedly dressed and then used a towel he'd had the foresight to bring to wipe away Elizabeth. He had her dress, then led her back to his cart. He held the globe before her eyes and she was once again transfixed. "Elizabeth, when I snap my fingers, you'll wake up. You will feel wonderful. So wonderful that you will not care to remember what happened here. You will not remember anything. You will not want to remember anything. However, you will remember that if I hold this ball up to you and say the words 'You are my student,' you will instantly fall back into this sleep and do anything to please me. Do you understand?" "Yes," Elizabeth said. Francois placed the ball into his bag and snapped his fingers. Elizabeth woke up, smiling. "Thanks for the lesson," she said. "You really are an artist." "Thanks," Francois said. "I hope I can give you another lesson soon." He watched Elizabeth walk off and smiled. "I love this country."