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Archive name: Hypno44.txt
Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com
Story Title : Hypno Celeb 44: Elizabeth Gracen (mc,mf,celeb)
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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." 

