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 Archive name: Hypno20.txt  (ff, m+/f, nc, rp)
 Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com
 Story title : Nancy Kerrigan's Revenge
           
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 Nancy Kerrigan's Revenge
 by MAW


 Contrary to popular opinion, Tonya Harding did not
 reside in a battered trailer. Her house, while not
 opulent, but it 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.
 Unfortunately, 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 when she had when skating. The
 last thing she wanted was to give those tabloids a
 story by ballooning up to three hundred pounds or
 something. 

 She sighed as she heard the doorbell ring and reluc-
 tantly got up. She was wearing a faded yellow sweat-
 shirt 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 her. If that was the case, they were in
 trouble because she was in the mood to kick some 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 things straightened out. 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 for me."

 "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. 

 "Your 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 majorly 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 makes it 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 her
 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 had an attractive body, but it
 wasn't sex Nancy was there 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 tanned 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
 white skin. She spread it out over her ex-rival,
 around her breasts and stomach. She massaged it along
 the small mounds, lightly tweaking the nipples as she
 

 Soon, Tonya's firm 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 every-
 where but Tonya's clit, leaving it open and exposed. 

 Nancy quickly undressed and 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 rhythm 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." 

 Nancy sat on Tonya's face for a few moments longer
 until she had caught her breath. Then quickly dressing
 she hurried out to the living room and on to the front
 door.

 "Okay guys come on in." Nancy held the door open as
 the Seattle chapter of the "hells Angels" trooped in
 one by one. "She's all ready for you in the back bed-
 room." Nancy said, her eyes sparkling.

                      * * * * *

 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 you. 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 anyway. 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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 This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author
 does not condone the described behavior in real life in
 anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
 the scenarios in this story;  should seriously consider
 seeking professional help.
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