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(These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children. ===================================================================== Archive name: Hypno56.txt Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com Story Title : Hypno Celeb 56: Helena Bonham Carter (mc,mf,celeb) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Hypno Celeb 56: Helena Bonham Carter 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 at home, seek help. Ah, another fine English actress, as talented as she is beautiful. All comments and suggestions/scenarios are welcomed. Hope you enjoy this. Maurice hummed to himself softly as he worked on his inventory. He pretty much knew where everything was, the paperwork was just a formality. An antique shop wasn't as huge an undertaking as a department store or anything. It was a small shop, but Maurice had had it for enough years to feel a love for it. Besides, he'd finally managed to get a line into the elite class and business was picking up. It was raining in Paris that day, a huge downpour. No one was willing to go out on the streets, so Maurice had thought it the perfect day to do the paperwork. He had left the door unlocked, but didn't expect anyone to visit. So, he was quite startled when the bell rang and a young woman came blasting through the door. She was wearing a light dress that was completly soaked. Her curly dark hair was partially dry, thanks to a soaked scarf. She coughed as she came up to the counter. "I'm sorry," she said in a soft British voice. "The rain caught unexpectedly, I just went into the first shelter I could find." She turned her face up and Maurice instantly recognized it. It was a beauty as delicate as white china, made all the more fascinating by her dark hair. It was the English actress, Helena Bonham Carter. Maurice had admired her for several years. He'd seen her Oscar-nominated turn in "Wings of the Dove" three times and had even gone to the trouble of getting a copy of the NBC miniseries "Merlin." Taking in the wet beauty, Maurice got an idea, one that would gather him yet another attractive client. "Mademoiselle Carter," Maurice said. "This is a pleasure. I'm sorry, my manners. I'm Maurice, the owner of this humble abode. Listen, you're soaked. Why don't I make you a nice cup of warm tea, you can dry off a bit and we can chat while the storm passes. Well?" Helena certainly wasn't one to turn down a tea and a towel under these circumstances. Besides, the elderly Frenchman seemed a good enough host. She nodded her head in agreement. Maurice quickly locked the door and put up his closed sign. He led Helena through a small door and up a flight of stairs to the small apartment he kept. Maurice handed Helena a towel and quickly set about fixing some tea. "It's a nice shop," Helena said as she sat on a chair, placing the towel underneath her. "Yes, I rather like it," Maurice said. He and Helena exchanged some small talk while the tea cooked. He found she was in Paris for some publicity touring and had decided to take a day off for herself when the storm came. Maurice poured the tea into two cups. With his wide body blocking Helena's view, he poured a tiny white powder into one cup and quickly stirred it. "Here you are," he said, coming over to where Helena sat. "Not as good as English stock, but it's the best I can do." "It's fine," Helena said as she began to drink. She listened to Maurice talk a bit about the shop and his years there, but she soon began to feel distracted. Perhaps it was the warmth of the apartment, but she felt somewhat clouded in the head. Her eyes gazed around the small apartment and came to the grandfather clock in the corner. "Ah, that," Maurice said. "That's a family heirloom, really. Belonged to my favorite aunt. I used to sit in front of it when I was a child and watch the pendulum for a time. Just watch swing back and forth, back and forth. A nice, shining disk swinging in a nice, rhythmic motion, back and forth, back and forth." Helena's eyes were fixed on the pendulum of the clock, watching it swing as Maurice spoke. He leaned forward and gently took the teacup from her limp hand. She barely noticed, her eyes fixed on the pendulum. "It's nice and relaxing, the way the pendulum swings, back and forth, back and forth. The swinging motions along with the ticking. The ticking of the clock, the nice, even ticks, one after another, keeping in perfect time with the swings. Back and forth, tick, tick, back and forth, tick, tick. It's so relaxing to watch the pendulum swing and listen to the ticking. It's so relaxing, so very relaxing. It feels like sleep, like nice wonderful sleep coming over you. You watch the pendulum move back and forth and you listen to the tick, tick and you feel sleepy. So very sleepy. It's all right, Helena. You can sleep. You want to sleep. You need to sleep. You want to close your heavy eyes and go to sleep. Your eyes feel so heavy watching the pendulum move back and forth, back and forth. So heavy. Just close them and go to sleep. Sleep. Sleep." Helena's eyes gently closed and she slumped slightly in the chair. Maurice continued to speak, deepening the trance that the drugged drink and his voice had placed the actress in. Soon, he knew she was deep enough to follow his commands. "Helena, those clothes are wet. Wet and uncomfortable. You want to take those clothes off. You need to take your clothes off. It's all right, don't be nervous. Just take off your clothes. When you take off all your clothes, you will feel nice and warm and even more relaxed than ever. Go ahead, Helena. Take off your clothes." Helena slowly rose from the seat and stood. Eyes closed, deeply hypnotized, she began to unbutton the front of her dress. She shrugged it off of her and let it drop with a small smack against the floor. She slipped off the white bra and her pert breasts came free. She slowly slid off her panties, letting them lie with the rest of her soaked clothing. She stood nude before Maurice. She didn't shiver, her mind convinced she was totally warm and very, very relaxed. Maurice had stripped by his time, his aging body still lively. His cock was already hard and ready. "Helena, you know you are asleep. You are dreaming. A nice, wonderfully erotic dream. A dream that you want to do anything I say. Anything I tell you will be good, Helena. You will want to do everything I say. Do you understand?" "..Yes.." the mesmerized actress said. "Come here, then," Maurice said, his arms wide. Helena slowly climbed onto the bed and Maurice embraced her. He kissed her, working his tongue into her mouth. She responded with a touch as delicate as the rest of her. Maurice pressed her against him, feeling her flesh warm to his. Insanely, he felt like he held a precious doll in his arms. That thought soon left him as Helena began to respond to his touch, kissing him with more feeling. They rolled around on the bed, rubbing their hands over each other as the rain continued to come down outside. Maurice finally came onto his back and lifted Helena onto him. She sat down on his erect member, sighing in pleasure as she felt his shaft enter her pussy. She began to rock forward gently as Maurice ran his hands up and down her hips. She opened her eyes and Maurice was momentarily afraid until he saw the expression in them was blank. She was too lost in pleasure to break free from his control. Maurice pushed his cock further into her, pinching her hips. She thrust herself forward with more feeling as she began to build herself. They both cried, their moans of pleasure drowned out as a blast of thunder came from outside at the same time as their orgasm. Helena collapsed onto Maurice, but he wasn't ready to give up just yet. He still felt the need to burst in his member and quickly rolled Helena onto her back. He kept his cock in and began sliding it in and out of the Englishwoman's wet lips. He kissed both of her breasts as he porked her, rubbing his hands over the small mounds. He pinched them as he felt himself shoot into her and kissed her again, his passion fully released as he came loose, his lips drowning out another cry from her. Maurice made love to her until the storm died an hour later. He quickly had her get dressed and led her back to the shop. He erased her memories of the time spent with him. She would remember coming in to escape the rain, having a nice talk and nothing else. Of course, he left a trigger phrase ready to put her back into a trance. He then woke her up. She politely thanked him for his time and hospitality and left the shop. Maurice smiled as he went back to his inventory. This was definitely one nice way to spend a rainy afternoon. _____________________________________________________________ Kristen's collection