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The studio was large. So large, with so many shows being filmed that it was often hard to keep track of them all. To the staff it was a maze. To the paparazzi it was a gold mine. To Helen it was a smorgasbord. She walked calmly through the various sets, no one really ever thinking to stop her. Those who did soon changed their minds. Those who did what they were told had very pleasant dreams that night.
Helen had power. It was subtle and intangible power but it was power none the less. She could enter minds now, read them, purge them, mould them to her will. It took work to do the job well but she was willing to put in the work to get out the rewards.
"Oh I'm sorry!" the woman apologised as she bumped into Helen in the tight corridor. It was an unknown and unused route, one which Helen had plucked from the mind of one of the make up girls. Those who used it were either hiding or in a hurry. Helen guessed the later.
She herself had been on her way into one of the closed sets but the exiting woman was on her way out in a hurry. Helens gaze slid quickly up her body but slowly enough to pass the knee length checked skirt and the white blouse through which the womans bra was clearly visible. Then she met her face.
"Helen?"
"Jennifer." Helen smiled back.
Jennifer Aniston flicked her hair back off her face and tried to act casual after having bumped into a fellow star.
"So why are you here?"
"I might ask the same question Jennifer."
"Um.. Well I'd love to chat but I have to run."
She tried to push past Helen in the tight confines of the corridor but Helen deliberately moved awkwardly, pressing Jennifer up against the wall, their chests squashing against each other.
"Er.. Helen.. I need....."
"Yes you need."
"What? Um I need...."
"You Need!" Helen forced her voice and her will on Jennifer feeling her chest rise as she gasped involuntarily. "You need to meet me at stage 56 at Six P.M."
"I need." Aniston nodded.
Helen pressed back against the wall letting Jennifer pass, scratching her head slightly as if she'd forgotten something or other.
The studio was abandoned, nothing in the room but a few old props, chairs, couches and tables, all long past their use. The place had once made programs. Now it was a store room for antique props. Jennifer shuffled into the room, nervous and hugging herself slightly, though if anything the room was warm. She wore an tight, army camouflage singlet with black bra straps visible under her arms. Below that was a pair of baggy plaid surf shorts. Jennifer was dressed casual and it showed. Helen watched her from her seat, not moving least her hiding place be found. Helen wore a dark purple tee-shirt, no bra, and a short purple skirt.
"Hello?" Jennifer called out.
"Hello." Helen replied.
"Helen?"
"Yes." Helen walked out of the shadows, slinking towards Jennifer.
"Er.. Helen. I don't want to be rude but what do you want?"
Helen considered for a second. "I want you to put both hands on your head and bounce up and down."
"What?"
"Bounce." Helen didn't raise her voice at all but Jennifer found it strangely compelling. Obviously the request was bizarre but Jennifer shrugged to herself and decided to do it. She placed both hands on her head and bounced on her toes, breasts jiggling up and down and Helen making no attempt to hide her gaze at them. Jennifer stopped after a few seconds, wondering just what was going on.
"Er.. Helen.. Were you staring at my breasts?"
"No." Helen said flatly.
Jennifer shook her head in confusion, wondering why she believed her so readily.
"So why did you ask me to come here?" Jennifer looked at Helen wondering what on earth was going on.
"Don't you know?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you didn't tell me."
"So I have to tell you what to do." Helen walked around Jennifer in a circle.
"What? No. But you have to.. I mean."
"Are you confused Jennifer?"
"No. But you aren't making sense."
"Maybe I am. Maybe you're getting confused. Are you confused?"
"What? I don't think so."
"I think you are."
"I'm not." Jennifer put her hand to her temple. Her brain felt like it was turning into cotton wool. She fought to maintain her sense but it was slipping away somehow.
"You are."
"I'm not."
"You're confused. Very confused. Your mind is cloudy. Very cloudy. Very confused."
Helen reached out her hand and softly stroked Jennifers fringe as she spoke. She could feel the head bobbing slightly, the womans eyes not quite so focused any more.
"So confused. So confused."
"I.. I'm confused." Jennifer stammered unable to stop herself from slipping from rationality. Her mind seemed to be so hazy and slippery, reality weaving in and out. Only Helens voice stayed the same.
"Your mind is very hazy Jennifer. Clouded. Confused."
Helen placed both her hands on the sides of Jennifers head and the star closed her eyes, trying to focus and failing. Pressing softly and droning on Helen brought Jennifer to her knees. Helen knelt in front of her.
"I want you to open your eyes Jennifer and look at my face."
The dazed woman obeyed. Helen was swaying her head from side to side, keeping her gaze locked on Jennifer. Jennifers eyes moved with the face, her own head swaying back and forth, unable to reason.
"The more you look at my face the more clear things become Jennifer. More and more clear. You're getting less confused. Focus on my face. I can help you. You have to keep looking at me. Look at me Jennifer."
The two women swayed in time from side to side. Helens eyes bored into Jennifers which were glazed and emotionless. Slowly Helen brought them both back into alignment, stopping her movement.
"How do you feel Jennifer?"
"Focused." she replied emotionlessly.
"Do you like being focused?"
"Yes."
"That's good Jennifer." Helen let herself smile. The sitcom star had succumbed so easily to the suggestions and mental control that Helen had enforced upon her. No doubt it would get even easier as time went on.
"All right Jennifer. I want you to take both your index fingers and place them on your nipples through the singlet."
Without breaking her gaze Aniston did so, pressing her fingertips through the fabric of her singlet and bra.
"Now I want you to rub them in circles very slowly. Very slowly."
Jennifer did as commanded.
"Now this feels very good Jennifer. It feels so nice. How does it feel?"
"So nice."
"Yes that's right. Every time you circle it feels better and better doesn't it?"
"So nice."
"Yes." Helen smiled. "What's happening to your nipples Jennifer?"
"They're getting stiffer."
"Do you like them like that?"
"Yes."
"Yes Jennifer. You like them. They're going to get stiffer and stiffer. More and more tender so that each circle feels better and better. Are they getting bigger?"
"Yes."
"Feel better?"
"Yes."
Helen watched Jennifers lips as they quivered slightly with pleasure.
"Jennifer. Take off your bra."
Smoothly she did so, unhooking it and pulling the garment out from under her singlet. As Helen took it from her unresisting hand she noticed that Jennifers bosom had dropped a little but was bigger now.
"Now start rubbing again. Because your nipples are closer it's going to feel ten times better now."
The logic wasn't correct but Helen was able to make Jennifer believe it and that was what mattered. This time Jennifer let out a gasp as she started to massage her tips, shivering slightly with the pleasure of the act.
"Does that feel better?"
"Yes. So much better."
"Yes Jennifer. Keep rubbing. Around and around. Can you feel your tits?"
"Yes."
"What are they doing?"
"My tits are swelling. I'm arousing them."
"Sexually?"
"Yes. Very sexually."
"Very good. I want you to take off your singlet now."
Jennifer peeled her top of swiftly, exposing her ample chest. There was no denying that her nipples were erect, the pink nubs sticking up from the tanned skin. Each breath made the breasts rise and fall, bouncing ever so slightly.
Helen took the singlet. "Resume rubbing Jennifer. Because your fingers may now touch your nipples directly it will be fifty times better."
Jennifers fingers rose up and the instant they touched her nipples she let out a moan. She began to stroke her bare chest, fingers dancing over her pink nodes. Her breathing was now becoming sharper, interlaced with a soft moaning.
Jennifer Aniston massaged her erect nipples. Helen Hunt eagerly watched on. Round and round her finger tips went, each roll feeling better than the last. Jennifer gasped as the pleasure ran through her chest, eyes never leaving Helens.
"Stand up."
Jennifer stood upright. It felt so good to obey. To touch herself like this. Jennifer was lost in a haze of pleasure and confusion. Helen knelt in front of Jennifer, stripping the shorts away to reveal a pair of tight blue panties. There was a slightly notable wetness visible at the mound in front. Helen smiled, running her finger over the panties, pressing through into Jennifer, making the woman shiver again.
"Do you like that Jennifer?"
"Yes."
"Would you like me to do it more?"
"Yes."
"Would you do anything to make me do it more?"
"Yes."
"Kiss me."
Aniston wrapped her arms about Helens neck and kissed her passionately on the lips. Helen responded in kind, hugging the other womans naked chest close to her own. She slipped her hands about Jennifer, one hand stroking her butt beneath her panties, the other stroking the front. Helen felt the exposed, erect nipples pressing onto her own stiff peaks through the fabric. Helen broke the hug for a second, peeling off her tee-shirt and then squeezing their bosoms back together as she began to play with Jennifer. It was clear that Aniston wanted to touch Helen too but she always moved just right to allow the woman only tantalising touches of what she sought. Briefly Hunt considered holding back, keeping the girl as close to orgasm as possible but then she decided to let go. She gripped Jennifer tight, hands stroking rapidly over the wet areas which Jennifers damp panties hid. Helen pumped her hands back and forth, in and out, wrapping her legs around Jennifer so the other star had to pull in tight, facing Helens blazing, hypnotic eyes. Jennifer came quickly.
Once, twice, three times. Helens hands were like magic, never tiring, never relenting. Jennifer surrendered completely, losing count of how many times her body shook with the orgasms Helen was pumping into her. It would have gone on for much longer had Helen not heard a noise.
Perhaps it wasn't a noise at all, perhaps a thought. Helen decided it was better to check it out than to chance discovery.
"Sit down and rub your nipples Jennifer. Because I've fucked you it's going to be a hundred times better."
Jennifer sat down on her wet pants and began to massage her bosom, pleasure wracking her face. Helen slid in silence through the shadows, moving the back way, trying to sneak up on the source of the sound. She peered into the darkness, eyes adjusting to the light. She saw the woman, sitting behind the closed door, listening for movement or speech. The woman was thin with short blonde hair. As Helen studied her she put two and two together. Jennifer was supposedly going out with Brad Pitt. Only there was a problem with one of his many exes. The most recent of which was...
"Gwenyth Paltrow." Helen made the star jump as she stepped out of the shadows.
Gwenyth turned in shock and embarrassment, and embarrassment that was enhanced when she saw that Helen was sweaty and topless.
"Er...I..." she struggled for words to justify her presence.
"You were looking for Brad."
"I.. Yes."
"What have you heard?"
"Nothing yet. These stage doors are too sound proof."
"Ah good." Helen ran her eyes over Gwenyths body. She was wearing a knee length black dress, probably very expensive and not at all the sort of thing you spied in. She was slim, tall and had a cute face that Helen liked. She was hardly top heavy but that didn't really matter.
"Brad isn't here. Why don't you come in?"
"I.." Gwenyth looked at Helens chest then broke away. "I really shouldn't."
"Your welcome to. Really." She stared into the other actresses eyes.
"I... No.. I." Gwenyth stared back, feeling a tugging on her mind. Her gaze was wandering down from Helens face again.
"You can look at them Gwen." Helen took a step closer, jiggling her bosom. "You can look at my tits. Look a them Gwen. Look at them."
Before she knew it Gwenyth felt Helens hands on her head, holding her face down into Helens cleavage. She wanted to look away but it was compelling. The curves, the sheen, the deliciously erect nipples. What would it feel like, taste like......"
"Come with me Gwen."
Gwenyth nodded, not breaking her gaze from Helens bosom as they moved inside. Jennifer was still massaging her breast, too wrapped up in the pleasure to notice the new arrival. Helen forced Paltrow to sit then turned her unresisting head to Jennifers bosom.
"Look at these tits Gwen. Jennifer Anistons tits. Do you like them?"
"Yes."
"Good. That's very good. I want to you to watch them, watch the way she's rubbing. Around and around and around. It feels so good. So good. As if you want it yourself. You can feel it Gwen. You can feel your nipples rising up, ready for the touch of delight. Can you feel it Gwen?"
"Yes."
Helen smiled to herself and in own quick motion pulled the dress up and over Paltrows slim shoulders. She carefully folded it and laid it out on one of the tables, soon placing an equally expensive bra next to it. Jennifer looked at Gwenyths exposed chest. The breasts were smaller than hers or Jennifers but they were ample enough, attractive without doubt, especially with the nipples so erect.
"Jennifer. I want you to rub Gwenyths nipples."
Silently Jennifer reached out her hands and began to stroke the other stars breasts the way she'd been playing with her own. Paltrow gasped in pleasure feeling the soft fingers, slick with sweat run over her own swelling breasts. She felt Helen taking her hands lifting them, placing them over the sweat soaked bosom of her masseuse. Understanding the meaning, Gwenyth began to give what she was getting, rubbing Jennifers breasts as she rubbed hers. With Anistons touch and Hunts psychic conditioning Gwenyth got into it fast. Her breathing rose, sweat started dripping of her. Her fingers swirled and pressed over Jennifers chest, tracing passionate drawings on the pale flesh. So too did Jennifer know how to bring Gwenyth to life, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. Helen smiled, weaving through their minds, teasing a fantasy her and there. She stimulated their desires and stripped their inhibitions. She sat along side them, rubbing their backs with each hand and when she decided the time was right, slipped a hand down each damp crotch and began to massage in time with the four other hands.
The two dazed stars hung their mouths open in pleasure as they felt the rising pleasure inside them. Helen made them come together, hands gripping breasts in spasm, bodies balancing on each other for strength. She didn't stop there. She made them orgasm again and again, over and over, always in unison. They got closer and closer, finally hugging tight, hands rubbing sweaty backs, legs entwined as the knelt. Helen only needed to stroke them once or twice now and then to make them come. They were certainly too weak to resist her mental commands.
Gwenyths lips nuzzled gently against Jennifers neck. Anistons hair matted softly over Paltrows shoulder. Helen had united them in a way that Brad Pitt certainly never could have. They would be closer now, closer than anyone would ever know. Jennifer would leave Brad and never have another boyfriend. Neither would Gwenyth. But no one would find out the truth, at least not for a very long time.
They cleaned off, all three of them washing each other in the wetness of the shower. Helen loved the closeness of the shower, the pressing together of the wet, warm bodies. She couldn't help but have the girls work on her, Gwen hugging Helen from behind, massaging her wet breasts, Jennifer toying with her sex. She even gave them a semblance of control though the true dominator was never in doubt. When Helen came they came too, her excitement was theirs, such was the mental and physical bond.
They were bound to Helen now, just as they were bound to each other. Neither would speak a word of the truth. As she left the building in her black dress, Gwenyth Paltrow knew the three would meet again.
As she walked out carefully Jennifer Aniston knew she would feel Gwenyths wonderful lips on her body soon enough. As she watched them leave in the darkness Helen Hunt sat, Looking at the blue, black and purple panties in front of her, knowing that every new love she gained , her power rose. She sat naked and inhaled the mingling scent of the three garments. The Hunt had only just begun.
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