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Archive name: Hypno62.txt
Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com
Story Title : Hypno Celeb 62: Catherine Zeta-Jones
(mc,mf,celeb)
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Hypno Celeb 62: Catherine Zeta-Jones
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.
     Timely as if torn from today's headlines, as David Letterman
would say. My thanks to my buddy Mesmer Eyes for sending in this
wonderful scenario. All comments and suggestions/scenarios
welcomed. Enjoy.


     Desperate times called for desperate measures, which was why
Catherine Zeta-Jones was headed to the small apartment building
on the city's less opulent side. She had been in despair until
the mysterious person called her. "The Mask of Zorro" was
Catherine's big chance, a big-budget Hollywood retelling of the
legend with her as the hero's love interest. If Catherine could
get the role, she would have a chance at stardom. Salma Hayek had
done well following a role with Antonio Banderas so why not her? 
     There was only one problem. She couldn't handle a sword. Oh,
she could hold it and work it well, but it didn't look right or
natural. Her character was supposed to have studied swordsmanship
for years. She looked her weeks of experience. This was bad. The
director wanted the film to look great, with as much real stunts
and swordplay as possible. She'd been warned that if she couldn't
fight, she couldn't get the part. Shooting was due to start soon
and she was running out of time.
     A call had come to her trailer that morning. Someone with a
Welsh accent said he knew of her problem and, for a moderate fee
(which Catherine thought rather steep for moderate) he could help
her with it. Catherine was wary but had little choice in the
matter. She'd been given an address and told to bring cash. She'd
quickly dressed and headed out.
     Her knock was answered by a balding man in his forties with
a lean build, already wearing a white outfit with a protective
pad on his chest. "I'm Trevor," he said. "Come on in." His studio
was set up like a gym, with assorted athletic equipment and quite
a few fencing items around. "My home away from home," he said. "A
little shoddy, but I can live with it." 
     He and Catherine talked for a few moments, about fencing and
the pressures on her. Catherine found Trevor a kind man with a
good sense of humor that set her at ease. He handed her a suit of
protective clothing and encouraged her to put it on. She came out
of the small room a few minutes later. "Let's start with basics,
he said. "Take the sword and raise it up. A little higher. All
right, now move it side to side. That's right, just move it side
to side, left to right. Try not to concentrate on it, just move
it along, side to side." Catherine spent several minutes carrying
out slashing movements, moving her arm side to side in a
continuous pattern. As soon as Trevor told her to stop, he told
her to begin again at a slightly lower level. Before long, all
Catherine could think of was the shiny tip of the sword flashing
back and forth in front of her eyes. She'd spent over half an
hour in this repeative exercise, only the first of many.
     Trevor had her working all afternoon. It was all a series of
repetive exercises. Flashing the sword up and down. Swinging it
side to side. Stepping forward and back, side to side. Within an
hour, she was exhausted. Trevor came up and gripped her by the
shoulders, looking right into her eyes. "Well done."
     Grateful, Catherine sunk into a chair next to the mat on the
floor. "I've never worked this hard in my life," she said in a
huskily accented voice. "Now what?"
     "That depends on you," Trevor said. "I've helped you out a
lot but you're the one who has to control your fear and make this
work. You have to relax. Just relax. Take a deep breathe in and
out. In and out. Also, concentrate. Concentrate only on what you
are doing. Put all other thoughts aside but that. Do not think of
the past or the future. Only the here and now. Concentrate on
what you are doing. Concentrate on my voice. Concentrate on my
sword."
     For the first time, Catherine noticed that Trevor's sword
had a brilliant red gem embedded in the hilt. Trevor was tilting
the sword back and forth slightly so the light struck the jewel,
bouncing it into Catherine's eyes. She focused on it as Trevor
continued to speak. "That's right, Catherine. Concentrate on the
jewel. Watch the jewel. Keep your eyes fixed on the jewel. Forget
everything else but the jewel and my voice. The jewel and my
voice. All your concentration is on those. Just relax and watch
the jewel and listen to my voice. Relax and watch and listen.
Just watch the jewel, the shiny jewel. Watch it and concentrate
on it. The jewel and my voice. The jewel and my voice."
     Catherine was slightly slumped in her seat, her eyes glued
to the jewel, yet unseeing. "Relax, Catherine. Just relax and
listen to my voice. My voice relaxes you. My voice is what has
made you more confident. It has made you better with the sword.
My voice has helped you. You trust my voice. You trust it
completely. You know that what my voice has done has helped you
and you want that to continue. You want to do anything my voice
tells you to do. Anything at all. Are you relaxed, Catherine?"
     "Yes..."
     "And what has made you relaxed?" 
     "Your voice..the jewel.."
     "Yes, Catherine, that wonderful jewel that takes up your
vision. And my voice. Do you want to continue to trust my voice,
Catherine?"
     "Yes.."
     "Good. Now, you must do everything my voice tells you to,
don't you?"
     "Yes."
     "Stand up, Catherine." Catherine stood up, her eyes staring
blankly at the wall. She swayed in place as Trevor swiftly
removed his clothing. His cock was already hard and he was
surprised he hadn't come before. It had worked. Wearing Catherine
down and opening up her mind with the repetive exercises had
enabled him to hypnotize her with the gem and his voice. Now, he
had a beautiful woman at his command and he wasn't going to waste
the opportunity. "Catherine, take off your clothes. You want to
make love to me. You want to repay me for helping you and you
must make love to me to do that. As you strip, you will become
more excited and by the time you are naked, you will be ready to
pleasure me immensely."
     Catherine slowly stripped out of her outfit and stood naked
before Trevor. She was gorgeous, her magnificent breasts hanging
free with her long dark hair just touching them, her smooth legs
an open invitation. Trevor gripped her and pulled her to him,
kissing her. They sank onto the soft mat, Trevor rolling on top
of her. He put his hard cock into her and began pumping her,
sliding in and out of her dark patch, loving the sound of her
moans as he went. He put his head to her wonderful breasts,
kissing them, licking at the nipples as he continued to fuck the
hypnotized actress. He came sooner than he thought, his
excitement, held since he had called her, shooting loose into
her.
     He pulled out of her and lay on her back. She took his cock
in her hands and massaged it, bringing it back to full hardness.
He moaned as he felt her fingers travel over his member, knowing
he would burst soon. She mounted him, pulling his cock into her.
She began moving, sliding forward and back in a smooth rythym.
Trevor ran his hands up her body, squeezing her breasts, then
massaging her hips. Catherine rode him silently, waiting for him
to come inside of her. He finally did, shooting his wad and
forcing her to cry out, arching her back as they orgasmed.
     After an hour of love-making, Trevor decided he was spent.
He had her redress and removed her memories of the entire
afternoon with him, including the phone call. She would only
remember a tour of the city. The fee she had paid him would be
remembered as a sizable charity donation. She would feel more
confident whenever she held the sword in her hand and would be
able to perform to the best of her abilities. With a final kiss,
Trevor sadly sent her downstairs. He called her a cab and sent
her off, telling her she would awaken when the cab driver spoke
and would remember nothing. 

     Trevor left the theater smiling. It had been worth the wait,
a great adventure film. Catherine had been excellent, her
training showing off in her duel with Banderas' Zorro. He sighed
as he remembered their wonderful afternoon together. Too bad he
couldn't sell the video tape he'd made. He had a feeling
Catherine was about to become a major star. Still, it provided
some good memories. She was a terrific student, in more ways than
just one.



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