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"Surrender."
She didn't.
Instead she moved on her hands and knees trying in vain to get away. For a few second the standing figure watched. She ran her hands through her messy blonde hair, flicking breads of sweat onto the carpet. The same sweat covered her body in a sheen, shining on her pale naked body.
Her name was Helen Hunt. She was frustrated.
The woman crawled a few feet, head down, sweat dripping from her black bob of hair, down her face and onto the floor. Her tanned body shone in a different way to that of her tormentor but it was just as sweat soaked. She too was naked, breasts hanging down to the floor, swaying as she moved.
Her name was Sandra Bullock. She was exhausted.
Helen had been ripping into her mind for hours now but she hadn't broken. Not quite yet. She was well beyond reason of course, mind half way to peaceful oblivion after so much of Helens treatment. But there was something inside her that fought off Helens intrusions, always preventing her control at the last minute. She wanted desperately to escape but there was little hope. Sandra didn't know where she was or how she'd got here. She remembered very little at all, Helen had made sure of that. Still she had to try to get out. She had to.
Helen took a deep breath, staring angrily at the woman on the floor. She took a few quick strides, straddling Sandra as she moved on her hands and knees. She bent down, reaching around and cupping Sandras dangling breasts.
"Right then Sandra." she stated coldly. "Lets try again."
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Gwenyth Paltrow wasn't expecting anybody.
She certainly wasn't expecting them at her door. Her shower door. She spun about in shock, hands reaching out to cover her exposed areas. She was about to speak but the intruder put a finger to the stars lips. Squeezing in behind the unresisting Gwenyth a hand began stroking the blondes chest and groin, ignoring the running water.
"Hello Gwenyth." came the eerie whisper. "We have a lot to talk about."
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Sandra came. Again. Even Helen had lost count by now but it didn't seem of matter. No matter how much her body was reduced to jelly when she climaxed Sandras mind remained unbreakable. Helen couldn't understand it. Why was this star so hard to break. It didn't make any sense. She let go of the jet haired woman, letting her exhausted body fall back on the bed. Helen flicked her hair out of her eyes, summing up her options. No matter what she tried she couldn't get full control of Sandra. She could get small parts and alter her memory but full brainwashing seemed impossible. She took a deep breath and looked down at her sweaty bed partner.
Helen reached down for the breasts as she made her decision.If she couldn't control her then she would simply have to enjoy her now. She lay on top of Sandra, grinding her hips against those of the helpless star, running her hands over her breasts, kissing her face and neck. For the most part Sandra did little to respond. Her body was so tired that she could hardly move. But she felt the attentions of her tormentor. Se felt her nipples flushing yet again, feeling burning hot after so many hours. She felt her crotch flaring also, sweat the only lubrication left there. Helen bucked up and down on her, grinding their pelvises together, stimulating Sandra who moaned weakly as she had done so many times before. She felt herself rising and rising yet again, climax approaching for what seemed like the thousandth time.
Then her body started to tremble. Then she felt the drain. Brief wisps of pleasure went through her nerves but they were soon gone. She felt cold, weak and drained. She looked up at the woman sitting on her, the woman now quivering with pleasure.
The pleasure of orgasm.
Of Sandras orgasm.
Wild confusion ran through Sandras tired brain. You couldn't steal pleasure. Could you?
"You can't..." Sandra protest came from a parched throat as she rose slightly.
Helen pinned her wrists back down, staring into her eyes, into her soul.
"I can do what ever I like." Helen growled. She started thrusting yet again.
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Gwenyth Paltrow braced herself against the wall of the shower as another orgasm ripped through her.
"You've been very helpful Gwenyth." she was told. "Very helpful."
Gwenyth smiled in contentment, feeling the hand rubbing across her smooth breasts, tweaking her stiff nipples. The other hand rubbing at her softly, holding her at such a high pleasure level that she could barely think.
"I'm sure we'll meet again."
Gwen was slowly let down to the ground.
"You won't remember any of this when I'm gone Gwen. But you'll be fine."
The intruder turned the water onto cold as they left, snapping Gwenyth back to reality a few seconds later. She'd lost her train of thought it seemed. But whatever she had been thinking about must have been very very pleasant.
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If Sandra hadn't blacked out when she did she would have certainly gone mad. Helen had kept bringing her to orgasm, only to steal them away from her. Sandra felt more violated than she had been in the last hours. She was being robbed of what was rightfully hers. Worst of all was the need for release. When Helen stole her climax she got no release. The tension in her just kept building and building. Sandra watched in frustration as Helen took all the joy, leaving her with none. It got worse and worse with every orgasm building and building until at last she could take no more. Her mind had suffered too much and even Helens power could not keep her conscious. She'd tried. Helen had really tried to keep her awake but Sandra had simply had enough.
Helen let go of the unconscious woman in disdain. She stood up and looked at the slumbering figure, wishing she had been able to break her. At least she'd had the satisfaction of taking her pleasure from her, driving her out of her mind. That was something. Helen lifted the body over her shoulder, carrying Sandra to the large bath and dumping it and herself in it. She grabbed a sponge and began to clean away the layers of grime which had built up on Sandras skin over the past hours. She had to clean her off, redress her, brainwash her of the past seven hours and then return her to her home or at least put her out on the street. And all for nothing. She had no control, no willing servant. Helen ground her teeth in anger. Life was so unfair.
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Gillian Anderson drove her car into the garage, yawning as she did so. It had been a long nights work and she just wanted to get to bed. She turned of the engine, watching as the door closed slowly behind her. She moved to open her door but the passenger door opened first. From the dim light outside she made out a human outline as it entered the car and sat beside her.
"What?" Gillian started to ask. In a flash she felt movement, A single hand darted out with amazing precision, unbuttoned and unzipped her fly and shot down into her crotch, pressing into her.
Gillian gasped in amazement as waves of pleasure assailed her. She had yet to take her belt off. She turned in shock to look at the face of her companion, instantly transfixed by a piercing gaze. Gillian stared helplessly, her mouth hanging open, face becoming passive. The hand began to massage her, rubbing back and forth over her increasingly aroused region.
"Just relax Gillian." the smooth voice commanded. "Relax. Relax."
Gillian felt her muscles relaxing, mind melting under the commands.
"Enjoy it Gillian. You like this don't you?"
"Yes.." she admitted dreamily.
"Very good Gillian. Now tell me about Helen."
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Helen yawned, leaning back in her chair as her agent rambled on about getting work or some such frivolity. Helen really didn't care. She had more money than she needed and she was quite happy in her current line of work. It was a good deal more satisfying. Helen perused her mental files, thinking of which actress she should consider going after next. There were so many to do, so little time. The Sandra Bullock problem still nagged in her head. She needed to get out and get some vulnerable minds to get her mind off it. She needed..
"Do you see what I mean Helen?"
Helen looked up at her agent. "Sure Jenny. Whatever."
The dark haired women stared back at Helen not quite knowing what to make of her client. n the past Helen had been pleasant and breezy but over the past weeks she'd become detached and decidedly vulgar at times. Jenny guessed it was just a phase she was going through. She'd worked with her fair share of Hollywood types and she knew what they could be like.
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Of course."
"What did I just say?"
"You sound like a school teacher."
"You really should be paying more attention."
"Fuck you."
The woman behind the desk was sharply taken a back. "I.. I beg your pardon?"
Helen leant forward over the desk like a cat. A cold smile crossed her face. Jenny was the perfect office woman, straight dressing and straight talking. She was still young but she knew the business and in Hollywood that was what mattered.
"I said Fuck you. Right now. Here!"
Jenny stammered, swallowing as a nervous shudder went through her body. There was something about Helens gaze that was highly unnerving.
"I... You...."
"Be quiet Jenny." Helen stood up and went to the door of the office, locking it. She walked back to the dazed woman. "I want you to call your secretary and tell her you're not to be disturbed."
"But... I..."
Helen walked over behind her chair, brushing her finger tips over Jennys cheek and then gently squeezing her firm breast.
"Just call your secretary and tell her." Helens voice oozed into the other womans ear like honey.
Jenny's shaking finger reached down and pressed the intercom button.
"...S..Stacy?"
"Yes Mam?"
"I... h... help."
"DAMN IT!" Helen swore angrily. She rushed over to the door, unlocked and opened it. The stunned young blonde sat at her desk in the empty office. She looked at Helen with confusion.
"Come in here!" Helen ordered.
Nervously the secretary got up and walked into the room, leaving the desk unattended. Helen locked the door yet again.
"I am getting sick of people disobeying me!" Helen complained. "Stacy!"
"Y..yes?" the blonde shivered, feeling Helens will flush over her.
"Strip to your waist."
She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it followed by her bra. Young, firm breasts exposed themselves.
"Very good Stacy. Come!"
"Unngaaah!" she fell to the floor shivering as the release flooded through her body.
Helen turned her head to Jenny who was reaching for her phone. Helen shook her head in annoyance.
"Jenny. You come too!"
The woman grunted, falling of her chair as the release overcame her. Helen walked over to her, stripping her even as the orgasm shocked her system. Maybe she could get some willing subjects here.
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Gillians panties were wet through but the hand was still working away inside them. Gillian told everything. About the bathroom, about the dinner and the hours of sex afterwards. She revealed things that even she hadn't remembered, the wonderful hand milking out every last drop of information from her. She occasionally moved her head from side to side, arching her hips. Her mind felt as fogged as the windows now were. But she didn't care. It felt so nice. As nice as what Helen had done to her. Maybe even better.
"Then she used the Cones on me."
"The Cones?"
"Machines. She put them on my tits and head. They sucked me. They sucked my brain. My memory. but they felt so good. So good."
"But not as good as this." the hand pressed harder into Gillians slimy crotch making her orgasm yet again.
"No. Not as good as that."
"And then?"
"She made me breakfast in the morning and I went on my way."
"And that was all?"
"Yes."
"Thank you Gillian."
"Thank yo.uouoooow." she shuddered as she climaxed, the hand stroking her one last time as it moved from her wet lap.
"Gillian."
"Yes..."
"I want you to go inside and have a shower. Then you'll go to bed and fall fast asleep. When you wake up tomorrow you'll feel so refreshed. So very refreshed."
"Yes..." Gillian smiled as she existed the car and drifted inside leaving the other to sneak out in silence.
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Stacy had been easy. Young, naive and weak willed, Helen had broken her quickly. She now lay nude in one corner, rubbing herself to climax as Helen commanded. Jenny was being annoying. Helen straddled her stomach, pumping her breasts with each hand.
"It . Feels. Good . Doesn't . It . Jenny?" Helen grunted as she pumped pleasure through the womans body.
"Yes. Yes." Jenny panted in agreement.
"Then let me in!" Helen yelled, drilling her mind into her agents. Everything was open to her, every single function and memory was hers to control. Except one. There was something she couldn't break, something that couldn't be read.
"If you let me in then I'll make you come again Jenny. You'd like that wouldn't you?"
"Yes."
"Then let me in."
"I..I can't."
Helen growled and kept pumping. She was not happy at all.
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Neve Campbell squealed in delight as the fingers teased her sex relentlessly. She leant back on the couch, opening her legs to allow maximum contact, thrusting her hips to increase the power. Beside her Jennifer Love Hewitt did the same. Kneeling on the floor in front of them the tall shadow probed their minds softly as they were masturbated. There was no doubt they were telling the truth, they were far to gone in the pleasure to lie. Jennifer shuddered in orgasm but the fingers didn't slow even for a second. Both girls wore their tops but their pants and underwear were now about their ankles allowing their interrogator full access.
"She used the machine on you Neve? The Cones?"
"Yes." Neve gasped the answer.
"Did they hurt?"
"Yes. So much. So nice."
"Did Helen care?"
"Yes. She cared very much. She loved it. OOOOHHH!"
The fingers teased the girls a while longer. There was much to consider.
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Helen slumped down on her couch. She was not happy. Jenny had not succumbed. Like Sandra she'd been treated for ages but to no avail. Helen wondered if there was something wrong with her powers. But Stacy had succumbed very quickly. She knitted her brow for a few seconds then looked at her watch. She'd have opened it by now.
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The woman walked across her living room, elegantly sliding like a cat through the lush surroundings. It was only then she noticed the card that had been slipped under her door. She picked it up curiously. It had her name on it.
Uma Thurman.
She opened the card slowly. Then the scent hit her, assailing her senses. She pulled out the card, so heavily laced in pheromones that it would stun any mind. I will be coming tonight. Then so will you. Be prepared. Helen Hunt. Uma dropped the card, eyes staring intently into space. She knew what she had to do.
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Kate Winslett wasn't used to being a courier but Helen had commanded her to deliver the card and she had to obey her mistress. She walked cautiously through the shadows, knowing it was only a few blocks back to her apartment. She didn't want to be seen if she could avoid it. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder, then another on her forehead. There was a flash of white and then......
Rose hugged the warm body close, letting magical fingers run over her body, into her body.
"Do you remember me Rose?"
"Yes." she sighed happily.
"Good. Let's reminisce."
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Knock knock
"Who's there?"
"Helen."
The door opened slowly. Helen smiled as she looked into the apartment. It was a large place. Very large in fact. Neat and tidy too. But what was even more delightful to her was the woman who had answered the door. Uma wore lose fitting black track pants with a tight waist and a dark blue blouse with a cut off waist which exposed her trim stomach. Her hair had been left to dangle freely about her attractive face and to add to her beauty she was smiling.
"Come in." she smiled, a deliberately sexy undertone filtering through in her speech. "I've been expecting you."
Helen smiled happily to herself. It was working perfectly. Uma had succumbed to the pheromones just as well as Jennifer Love Hewit had, perhaps even better.
"I made some dinner." Uma indicated to the elaborately set table.
"I'm not hungry." Helen said plainly. It was a half lie. She was hungry. Very hungry. But not for food.
"Please. I spent ages on it."
"I don't know."
"Please." Uma added the sultry tone to her voice again.
"All right. If you undo your top button."
Uma smiled and provocatively unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a hint of the bra and cleavage beneath.
Helen smiled knowingly and took her seat at the table.
Dinner was quite remarkable. Helen was amazed at just how well Uma had prepared the meal. Most stars were heat and eat types. But of course Uma was trying to make an extra special effort for her extra special friend.
"Did you like the dinner."
"Yes Uma. Will you undo another button?"
Uma did so, this time revealing the white lace bra that she wore.
"Take off your top Uma."
Uma complied willingly, peeling off the top fully, revealing her impressive bosom, pushed up even higher by the bra. Uma looked at Helen with longing.
"Take off your top Helen."
"No. You first."
"Please."
"No."
"Please!"
"N..No. Take off your bra."
"Not until you take off your top."
"I...I have to go to the bathroom."
Helen quickly moved out of the room, locking the door behind her. She sat on the edge of the bath, scratching her head. It was obvious now that her powers were starting to fail her. She'd been unable to beat Sandra or Jenny and now Uma was resisting even simple commands. Helen sighted. there had to be an answer. There had to. Then she clicked. It was self doubt. There must still be one of those stupid weak Helens running about inside her head. She stood sharply. That didn't matter. Now that she knew she could beat it. She would prove herself. Subduing Uma would purge her of those useless weaknesses.
Helen opened the door and stormed back into the lounge.
"Hele...."
"KNEEL!"
Uma trembled and fell to her knees, gazing helplessly at Helen.
"Take Off Your Bra!"
Uma reached around, unclasping the garment and letting her large breasts drop free in front of her. Helen walked over to her and took a breast in each hand, beginning to massage them roughly.
"You like this Uma. You like his so much. Look at me Uma. Look into my eyes. So deep. So deep."
Uma gazed into the deep wells which bored into her mind. Helen smiled. She felt the nipples starting to rise under her touch instantly, quicker than ever before. She was back in business for certain. She felt Umas mind opening, felt herself clawing into her will, into her soul. She ran through Umas desires, her longings and her dreams. Her fears... her fears.. Helen felt them flowing over onto her. She shivered reflexively then moved on. Then she was back in the desires. She felt the longing flooding over her, washing her mind.
Helen winced. This wasn't right. It was too strong. Too close. There was feedback that she didn't want. She started to move her hands away. Umas hands darted out like snakes, grasping her wrists, holding them to her ample breasts.
"Please don't stop." Uma begged.
Helen could not be persuaded. She pulled her hands free and was on her feet in an instant. She had to get away, to break this insane loop which was running in her head. Helen ran down the corridor of Umas large apartment. She entered a room, clocking the door behind her and promptly banged into something. Given that she was thinking so much about clearing her head it was to be expected that she bump into something.
But this was not exactly a something rather it was a somebody. And not just and somebody either. Helen looked up at the youthful face in front of her.
Drew Barrymore smiled.
Helen blinked once then shook her head but the other woman was still there. Helen's head felt clearer though. A little clearer. Her eyes scanned quickly up and down. Drew was smiling at her and seemed oblivious to the fact that she was stark naked. But Helen didn't have time to worry about such strange matters. She wanted Drew out of the way. Helen grasped one of the exposed breasts and hugged herself tightly whispering into Drews ear.
"Come."
Drew gasped and fell to the floor quivering in orgasm.
Helen stepped over her and looked about the room. It looked like a bed room but there was no bed only mattresses on the floor. There were also curtains partitioning of various sections. She walked over to one and pulled it open roughly.Helens expression contorted in surprise and confusion at the sight of the naked girl.
Liv Tyler just shrugged and grabbed her.
Helen was stunned for an instant at the violent action but she quickly tried to get her hands free. If she could touch Liv then she could orgasm her and be free of her. Then she could figure out what was going on. But the slim, nude youth was holding on more tightly than Helen had imagined possible.
Liv jumped on Helens back, wrapping her legs about the older womans waist. It was only then that Helen noticed that Drew was up again and walking towards her. In her hand she held a foot long tube with a glowing purple sphere at one end. Helen tried to get Liv off but was unable to do so. She was also unable to stop Drew as she slipped the tube up Helens skirt and pressed the ball into Helens crotch.
"Now you." Drew giggled.
Even through the fabric of her panties Helen felt the deliriously warm sensation of orgasm flooding through her. She fell forward to her knees, shivering as Liv let go. Drew lowered herself down too, still holding the ball in place as it drained Helens strength. The last thing she noticed before losing consciousness was that Liv was undoing her top and touching her breasts rather deliberately in doing so......
Helen awoke suddenly. She was sitting on the couch in Umas lounge, naked but unrestrained. She looked about her. Standing behind her were Drew and Liv, both nude as before and staring at her calmly. Across the room Helen saw another two women standing. One was Kate Winslett, the other Winona Ryder. They too were looking at her.
Directly across from Helen, seated with legs crossed over was a fifth woman. It was Uma Thurman. Her expression was like a cats. Her eyes ran up and down Helens body, as if wondering what could be done with it.
"What the hell is going on?" Helen gritted her teeth.
Uma waited a few seconds as if contemplating an answer.
"I ought to ask you the same thing Helen. What are you doing?"
"With what?"
"With the women. he stars Helen. What are you doing with them?"
"I show them their fantasies."
Uma shook her head as if in disappointment.
"In the beginning yes. You pleasured Gillian certainly. But the more you got the less control you had. It got to be all for you didn't it Helen. You were given a gift and you had to feed your own ego, your own carnal desires corrupted you."
"Well what if they did? What the hell are you going to do?"
Uma sat calmly.
"Do you think you're alone in your field Helen? Do you think you're the only one?"
"The only what?"
"The only one with the power."
Helen stopped to think for a second.
"You have it too?"
"Yes. In a way. Why do you think you failed to control Sandra. Or Jenny. I got in first. I put in deep commands that prevented any other from taking over their mind. But you still tried Helen. It was cruel."
"Well what about her." Helen pointed at the nude form of Kate Winslett. "I got into her pretty good."
"Of course." Uma smiled and stood, her long exposed legs moving with fluid grace. "I got to Kate here before It started inputting blocks. So you still broke her. But it was quite hard."
Uma smiled and ran her hand over Kates pale flesh.
"So what do you want?"
"I want you to stop hurting people Helen. I can't stand suffering in others. A ruined mind is such a waste. You have to stop now before you get worse."
"And what if I don't want to?"
"Please Helen. There's no need to be like this."
Helen snarled and took a step forward. Drew and Liv both put a hand one her shoulders in warning. Helen cast a quick glance at the two stars in disdain.
"Liv. Drew. Orgasm!"
Both actresses released their hands and collapsed to the ground shivering and moaning in delight.
Uma shook her head once again. She made a quick gesture and Kate nodded, moving forward.
"Kate. Come!" Helen commanded.
Kate ignored it and kept moving.
"Rose. Come!"
This time she stopped for a second then quickly moved again. She grabbed Helen by the arms and despite her protests, forced her to her knees. Uma knelt down calmly in front of her and looked into her angry eyes.
"I didn't want this Helen. But it seems you must know what it means to be violated."
Uma thrust her hand into Helen's defenseless groin. There was a flash of white and then......
Helen stood in the middle of the apartment. She looked around the room. She knew it well. It was the living room from Mad about you. At least it was a real version of it. The fourth wall really was a fourth wall, not a studio. She sat up, brushing her matted blonde hair from her fringe. Helen tried to think, tried to figure out what was going on. She failed. She stood and looked around the room, examining every detail. There was no doubt it was the room.
Every piece of the set was exactly in place. She was amazingly hot, her white lace bra, still visible through the plastered material of her singlet. She ran a hand through her matted blonde hair, trying to make sense of her situation. Helen walked to the door and grabbed the handle. She tugged but it remained firmly closed. Then there was a knock at the window.
Helen walked over to it, wondering what on earth was going on. Why was she so hot and sweaty? Why was she in a fictional apartment which shouldn't even exist? And why was Uma Thurman floating outside her window?
Despite herself, Helen looked out the window, gazing in confusion at Uma who wore a skin tight leather body suit which was impossibly seamless.
"Come out Helen."
"What?"
"Jump out the window."
"I.. what the hell is going on?"
"They've got you trapped in here. It isn't real. You have to get out."
"Who? I don't understand."
"You have to trust me Helen." Uma pressed her hand to the glass.
Helen swallow, wiping the sweat off her brow. She wasn't normally the kind of person who would jump out of a twentieth story window but Uma was right. It wasn't real. It was fiction. So she'd be safe. Wouldn't she?
Helen didn't know the answers.
She swallowed once, took a deep breath then leapt head long through the glass of the window, shattering it to pieces.
Helen blinked. Then she blinked again. Then she closed her eyes tightly. There was a light flashing into them, a blinding piercing light. Then she felt the sensations. She felt something sucking at her breasts, felt something pulsing in her groin. It felt so good. So very good that she almost started to slip back. The light was so pretty. So pretty...
"Helen." A voice called and she blinked again, this time turning away from the light. As her eyes adjusted she looked down at her body. She was on her knees, hands behind her. From the wall in front of her came the searing light. Also from the wall extended two tubes ending in cones sucking on her chest and a third tube vibrating between her legs. In shock Helen whipped out her hands, tugging at the cones and pulling them of her with a pop. From beneath them, swollen nipples and sweaty, flushed flesh emerged, red but unharmed. Then she pulled out the probe from her crotch, a sickening slurp emitting as she did so.
Helen got to her feet slowly. How long had she been kneeling there? What was going on?
"I'm glad I didn't lose you again."
She turned to see Uma again, this time her impressive form unconcealed. Helen tried to form a question but couldn't. Uma picked it up easily enough.
"No." she shook her head with a hint of a smile. "This isn't reality either.
As a matter of fact, you aren't even Helen Hunt."
"What?" Helen choked.
"You're a part of her personality. One that was trapped her by your darker side. By using this machine, a product of your imagination, they put you into a state of ignorant bliss. Then they took over Helen completely. Nowwe have to save her."
"How?"
"Helen is being held in the apartment. We have to get her out and on our side."
"How do we do that?"
"I don't know." Uma shrugged. "It's your mind."
Bliss. Life was pure bliss. Never had Helen felt such joy. She didn't care about anything or anyone. She was taken well care of. She lay back on the couch, naked and bathed in sweat, legs open to allow the magical hands of her captor tease her constantly. Deep down she knew she was being held here but she didn't care.
She had no time to care. There were two other Helens keeping her like this, a suited Helen and a lycra wearing Helen. Each worked on her in shifts, relentlessly pleasuring her, never stopping. Helen had no need for food, sleep or any bodily function other than orgasm. She had lost all sense of time, having spent days on end on this single couch, never moving, always held in place by the pleasure.
"Do you like this Helen?" Lycra Helen asked coyly as she massaged her prisoners crotch.
"Yes."
"Would you like more?"
"Yes."
"Do you need anything else?"
"No."
"Good. Come."
"Ooohhhh." Helen shivered as another orgasm erupted. There was no count of them, they were simply too boundless to number, each as powerful as the last, each erasing any doubt that Helen might have had.
"How are we?" Lycra called to Suit across the lounge. The professional looking Helen was calmly thumbing through a celebrity guide book, looking for as decent star to brainwash out next.
"Sarah Michelle Geller?"
"Possibly." Lycra mused, not stopping her masturbation of Helen.
There was a knock at the door.
The two Helens looked at each other in confusion. Something strange was going on.
"I'll look." Suit said, rising to her feet and looking through the peep hole.
The image of a blonde darted out of view.
"It's her! She must have broken free."
"Get her." Lycra ordered. She turned to Helen. "Come! Come! Come!"
One Helen moaned in ecstasy. The other shot out the door.
Helen ran down the hall and into the elevator. After four floors she got out and ran down the stairs. She made four flights before she ran head first into a dark suited figure. Helen tumbled to the floor in a heap looking up at the other Helen.
"How nice to see you my dear." it's hand reached for her slowly.
"Not this time." a voice said from behind.
Suit turned in shock but there was no one there. Suit turned back. Helen hit her with a stun gun.
"Remember me?"
She opened her eyes. She was no longer in her suit. She was on her knees, stripped to the waist. Her hands were tied behind her. She felt a tight compression, like a helmet on her head. Looking down she saw her breasts encased by large, silvery cones.
"No!" she yelled angrily, struggling but to no avail.
"We need to know how to get in." Helen asked coldly. Uma stood beside her.
Both were naked but apparently didn't care.
"I won't tell you!" Suit replied grimly.
"You will." Helen turned the dial on the controller in her hand.
Suit started squirming the tubes to her breasts beginning to squirm like snakes, undulating and sucking at her chest. Her eyes began to flicker, head shaking as she tried to resist."
Helen turned the dial higher.
"I won't!" suit screamed, unable to hide her pleasure.
"You will." Uma replied.
Helen turned the dial again.
"The Cones are your friends." Helen whispered seductively. "The Cones love you. Give yourself to the Cones."
Suit trembled, desperately trying to hold on.
Helen turned up another level. There were plenty more to go.
"Give yourself to the cones."
"YAAAAAHHHHH!" Suit howled. "YEEESSSS!"
Helen and Uma smiled triumphantly.
Lycra was beginning to wonder where Suit had got to. She was still massaging Helen, keeping her near climax but she couldn't do it perpetually. Then the door opened. Uma Thurman burst in and pulled her off Helen, down to the floor.
"Get Off Me!" Lycra screamed.
"Get Fucked." Uma pressed her hand through the tight fabric and rubbed, Lycra silenced as she came.
Helen rushed in quickly, ignoring the two fighting on the floor. She ran to the prostrate figure on the couch. Helen scooped up Helens body, cast one last glance at Uma and Helen, then leapt through the glass window.
Helen blinked. She was back in the lounge room. But she was back in control of herself. Uma pulled away from her body. Helen felt slightly embarrassed, noting the aroused state of her body.
"You are free now Helen." Uma smiled.
"Thank you." Helen was so overwhelmed it was hard to think, especially here in the presence of these five nude starlets. She'd been witness to the events of the past weeks, she could remember her actions and she reviled how cruel she had been. Helen wanted to shower forever but she knew even that wouldn't get her clean.
"You know Uma." Helen sighed. "I know it sounds crazy but in a way I'm going to miss those powers."
Uma smiled as if she knew something Helen didn't.
"Who said you lost them?"
Helen raised an eyebrow in wonder. Tentatively she turned to Kate Winslett.
"Kate?"
"Yes."
"Would you like an orgasm?"
"Yes."
"Come!"
"OOHH!" Kate tumbled into Drews waiting arms.
Amazed and in awe of what she still had and what awaited her Helen turned back to Uma who smiled seductively. She planted a soft kiss on Helen cheek.
"Helen Hunt. Welcome to the Sisterhood."
THE END??
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Dedicated to Brave New World.
Well Thus ends the series. Hope you've enjoyed reading as much as I have writing it. The dedication is because of all the help that BNWs given putting my stuff on line and for the great site he has. (And I know he likes Uma Thurman ;) )
As for what happens next, let me hear what you think. Who knows what the Sisterhood may do now.
ARCANE
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