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    Starfuck: WTA Stars

    STARFUCK


    Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
    explicit descriptions of non-consensual sex. If this offends
    you, please look elsewhere. This is FICTION. If you are
    tempted to recreate the following scenes, your psychiatrist is
    going to be a very happy
    man......

    Starfuck is designed to be a series of STAND ALONE stories
    (much like the Hypno-Celeb franchise). However, each story
    will feature the same protagonist - an individual with the
    power to control people's minds. At some point, I might
    determine the limitations of this power (ie how many people he
    can control at any one time), but for now all you need know is
    that in order for control to be established he must have skin-
    to-skin contact with his target, though only for a split
    second. Now, lets just kick back and watch him put his talent
    to good use.....

    Comments and suggestions for future stories always welcome!
    It's your suggestions that keep me writing..........
    abeelzebub@hotmail.com

    Starfuck: WTA Stars
    by Mephistopheles
    MC, MF, FF, CELEB

    This is a sequel to my earlier Hingis & Kournikova story - the
    WTA seemed to have enough potential for a follow-up.
    Apologies; this story should have been aired while Wimbledon
    was still upon us. Just as well there aren't any golf babes
    to speak of.......




    Martina Hingis has always been able to do incredible things
    with a tennis racket. This talent has not deserted her.
    Currently, she has worked over twelve inches of its shaft deep
    into her cunt. Her face is etched with exertion and
    concentration - she has been at it for forty-five minutes now
    without any prospect thus far of relief.
    Slipping into her mind, I can feel her frustration - the only
    outward sign of which are the tears welled but not discharged
    in the corner of her eyes - both at her inability to wrest
    back control of her body, and at her fruitless quest to
    climax. This is coupled with quite
    considerable pain. For the best part of an hour, she has been
    pumping her racket into her snatch - understandably, she is
    now rather sore. The last few months have been educational for
    the prodigious Ms Hingis; when I first established control she
    was unable to get more than seven inches of the shaft into
    herself - but then she has always been a fast learner.......
    I watch Hingis' performance from my position on the couch.
    Between my legs kneels her doubles partner, Anna Kournikova;
    giving evidence that her deep throat technique is easily the
    equal of her tennis strokes. Kournikova is the undoubted
    glamour girl of the WTA - an icy blond bombshell, with a
    knockout physique and a pleasing
    preference for form hugging clothes. In the last few months
    that she has been under my tutorage (not to mention other
    parts of my
    anatomy....), I have emphasised this aspect of her image,
    simultaneously diluting her actual tennis talent. It pleases
    me that Anna is known solely for her body, not her game.....
    Looking back, it was an inspired idea to 'persuade' these two
    young stars to play doubles together, providing ample
    opportunity to titillate the audience with regard to the real
    nature of their
    relationship. Close observers (and, lets face it, when these
    two are on court, who doesn't pay attention?) have noted the
    ease with which Hingis loses concentration during their
    matches. Might it not have something to do with the
    attractive distraction of her partner's wriggling arse in her
    line of sight? They might trade ground strokes on court, but,
    off court, they trade strokes of an altogether different kind
    - a performance available only to a more select (nee rich)
    audience.....
    Looking at the sweat on Martina's brow, I almost feel a degree
    of sympathy. She's trying so hard to climax, giving it her
    all; to no avail. As it is, it is not sympathy I feel but
    arousal. My hands find the back of Anna's head and begin to
    pull her back and forth. I fuck her mouth with still greater
    force (nothing the little Russian cannot take though - she has
    quickly developed the technique of a pro under my tutorage),
    before finally shooting my seed into her throat. Responding
    to her training, she does not spill a drop. Thereafter, I
    instruct her to go share with Miss Hingis - young athletes
    must take what protein they can find.......
    Although I enjoy the diversion this pair offer, I am not
    limited in imagination. There are a number of fine specimens
    gracing the women's game at present, and, in Hingis and
    Kournikova, I have possession of the ideal bait.......






    The girls of the WTA have always been popular fodder with my
    clientele. And, unlike the majority of the British public,
    their interest does not exist solely during the Wimbledon
    fortnight. Having said that, SW19 certainly galvanises my
    clients' fascination; there's nothing quite like the sheerness
    of a white blouse when soaked with sweat.....
    Many of the top WTA stars have performed at my club - the
    Williams sisters, Dokic, Mary Pierce.... I particularly
    enjoyed the taking of the haughty Ms Pierce. Recent
    speculation had suggested that her body had become a little
    too muscular, too masculine, to be
    considered attractive. A nonsense exposed by her popularity
    among the punters - an entire crowd jostled for position
    during her humiliation. I myself found her physique more than
    satisfactory, though I must confess to veiling her face; her
    face was not her most appealing feature..... In fact,
    Pierce's muscles actually heightened her appeal - only
    Kournikova, Hingis, and an old favourite, Gabriella Sabitini,
    have proven more popular acquisitions to date.
    Currently, I am sampling the rather remarkable technique of
    Amanda Coetzer. This name might not be entirely familiar with
    my audience; a crying shame (an apt choice of words, since
    tears of helplessness are Amanda's only means of rebellion...)
    given the immense attraction of Coetzer's wiggle. Allow me to
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    STARFUCK


    Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
    explicit descriptions of non-consensual sex. If this offends
    you, please look elsewhere. This is FICTION. If you are
    tempted to recreate the following scenes, your psychiatrist is
    going to be a very happy
    man......

    Starfuck is designed to be a series of STAND ALONE stories
    (much like the Hypno-Celeb franchise). However, each story
    will feature the same protagonist - an individual with the
    power to control people's minds. At some point, I might
    determine the limitations of this power (ie how many people he
    can control at any one time), but for now all you need know is
    that in order for control to be established he must have skin-
    to-skin contact with his target, though only for a split
    second. Now, lets just kick back and watch him put his talent
    to good use.....

    Comments and suggestions for future stories always welcome!
    It's your suggestions that keep me writing..........
    abeelzebub@hotmail.com

    Starfuck: WTA Stars
    by Mephistopheles
    MC, MF, FF, CELEB

    This is a sequel to my earlier Hingis & Kournikova story - the
    WTA seemed to have enough potential for a follow-up.
    Apologies; this story should have been aired while Wimbledon
    was still upon us. Just as well there aren't any golf babes
    to speak of.......




    Martina Hingis has always been able to do incredible things
    with a tennis racket. This talent has not deserted her.
    Currently, she has worked over twelve inches of its shaft deep
    into her cunt. Her face is etched with exertion and
    concentration - she has been at it for forty-five minutes now
    without any prospect thus far of relief.
    Slipping into her mind, I can feel her frustration - the only
    outward sign of which are the tears welled but not discharged
    in the corner of her eyes - both at her inability to wrest
    back control of her body, and at her fruitless quest to
    climax. This is coupled with quite
    considerable pain. For the best part of an hour, she has been
    pumping her racket into her snatch - understandably, she is
    now rather sore. The last few months have been educational for
    the prodigious Ms Hingis; when I first established control she
    was unable to get more than seven inches of the shaft into
    herself - but then she has always been a fast learner.......
    I watch Hingis' performance from my position on the couch.
    Between my legs kneels her doubles partner, Anna Kournikova;
    giving evidence that her deep throat technique is easily the
    equal of her tennis strokes. Kournikova is the undoubted
    glamour girl of the WTA - an icy blond bombshell, with a
    knockout physique and a pleasing
    preference for form hugging clothes. In the last few months
    that she has been under my tutorage (not to mention other
    parts of my
    anatomy....), I have emphasised this aspect of her image,
    simultaneously diluting her actual tennis talent. It pleases
    me that Anna is known solely for her body, not her game.....
    Looking back, it was an inspired idea to 'persuade' these two
    young stars to play doubles together, providing ample
    opportunity to titillate the audience with regard to the real
    nature of their
    relationship. Close observers (and, lets face it, when these
    two are on court, who doesn't pay attention?) have noted the
    ease with which Hingis loses concentration during their
    matches. Might it not have something to do with the
    attractive distraction of her partner's wriggling arse in her
    line of sight? They might trade ground strokes on court, but,
    off court, they trade strokes of an altogether different kind
    - a performance available only to a more select (nee rich)
    audience.....
    Looking at the sweat on Martina's brow, I almost feel a degree
    of sympathy. She's trying so hard to climax, giving it her
    all; to no avail. As it is, it is not sympathy I feel but
    arousal. My hands find the back of Anna's head and begin to
    pull her back and forth. I fuck her mouth with still greater
    force (nothing the little Russian cannot take though - she has
    quickly developed the technique of a pro under my tutorage),
    before finally shooting my seed into her throat. Responding
    to her training, she does not spill a drop. Thereafter, I
    instruct her to go share with Miss Hingis - young athletes
    must take what protein they can find.......
    Although I enjoy the diversion this pair offer, I am not
    limited in imagination. There are a number of fine specimens
    gracing the women's game at present, and, in Hingis and
    Kournikova, I have possession of the ideal bait.......






    The girls of the WTA have always been popular fodder with my
    clientele. And, unlike the majority of the British public,
    their interest does not exist solely during the Wimbledon
    fortnight. Having said that, SW19 certainly galvanises my
    clients' fascination; there's nothing quite like the sheerness
    of a white blouse when soaked with sweat.....
    Many of the top WTA stars have performed at my club - the
    Williams sisters, Dokic, Mary Pierce.... I particularly
    enjoyed the taking of the haughty Ms Pierce. Recent
    speculation had suggested that her body had become a little
    too muscular, too masculine, to be
    considered attractive. A nonsense exposed by her popularity
    among the punters - an entire crowd jostled for position
    during her humiliation. I myself found her physique more than
    satisfactory, though I must confess to veiling her face; her
    face was not her most appealing feature..... In fact,
    Pierce's muscles actually heightened her appeal - only
    Kournikova, Hingis, and an old favourite, Gabriella Sabitini,
    have proven more popular acquisitions to date.
    Currently, I am sampling the rather remarkable technique of
    Amanda Coetzer. This name might not be entirely familiar with
    my audience; a crying shame (an apt choice of words, since
    tears of helplessness are Amanda's only means of rebellion...)
    given the immense attraction of Coetzer's wiggle. Allow me to
    explain. Anybody who has watched Amanda play cannot have
    failed to notice her stance as she prepares to receive serve;
    her ass wiggles at such speed, pushed high by her low hunch,
    racket twirled suggestively, legs locked at 45 degrees -
    viagra on a tennis court....
    Coetzer's grand slam record suggests that her prime endowment
    is her ass, an asset I now have the opportunity of
    scrutinising. At the present moment, Ms Coetzer has adopted
    her service return position, facing away from me and
    presenting an excellent vantage point of her delightful
    wiggle. The only differences from her demeanour on court is
    the absence of racket and clothing. Sitting behind her, I
    reach out and slide a finger between her buttocks, tracing my
    way down until I reach her snatch. It is immaculately shaven.
    It is also extremely wet. I must confess that both of these
    facts can be laid at my
    door......
    With but a brief pause, I gleefully slid a pair of fingers
    into the South African's cunt. She continues her erotic
    wiggle as I finger fuck her, drawing the occasional gasp of
    pleasure from my prey as I hit a particular depth. Fun though
    this is, my swollen cock informs me that I am ready for more
    interactive games....
    Pulling out, I reposition my hands on her hips, easing her
    back towards me. When she is in position, I pull her down;
    impaling her on my dick. She sits on my lap, facing away from
    me, pumping her ass back and forth - I like to let the lady do
    the work......


    Enjoyable though these diversions are, that is all they
    constitute; diversions. They take up little of my time, and,
    by association, provide only moderate satisfaction. This is
    not to belittle the girls - fine specimens to a tee - but, as
    so often in life, the chase is more fulfilling than the kill.
    I have rather higher expectations of my latest scheme. I
    began the plot several months ago - immediately after the
    capture of Hingis and Kournikova - and, fittingly, it involves
    the dominant figure of tennis in recent years; Steffi Graf.
    Ever since they entered my service my teenage starlets have
    been working on Miss Graf; teasing and tempting her with
    provocative glimpses of their very desirable flesh. The brief
    meeting I have had with Steffi has left her susceptible to
    these advances - a simple matter of tapping her latent
    potential for lesbianism. Thereafter, Graf has found herself
    increasingly attracted to her competitors - a fact she was
    barely able to conceal at a pre- Wimbledon exhibition
    (arranged by yours truly...). There, Steffi's strange lapses
    of concentration during her humiliating defeat by Kournikova
    were evident to all. Rather less evident, but nevertheless
    captured by those photographers I chose to brief, were her
    glances across at her opponent. By strange coincidence, these
    sightings invariably occurred when Anna was bending down to
    tie her shoelaces (an event that occurred with unnatural
    regularity during their match). It was almost as if Steffi
    was ogling her opponent's ass. Of course, in the end Steffi
    will be helpless to resist; she will submit and her threesome
    with Anna and Martina will be captured on video for posterity
    (not to mention maximum humiliation). But that is for the
    future, for the present I manage to find adequate diversion.
    One of the most pleasurable pursuits of the Wimbledon
    fortnight is the eyeing of the player's girlfriends. This
    year's tournament provided a perfect specimen in the shape of
    Henman's Lucy Heald. Daughter of a prominent Harvey Street
    doctor, Lucy is the epitome of the upper middle class
    lifestyle; cool and sophisticated with an air of superiority.
    With her short blond hair and designer shades, she oozes class
    - the type of woman I cannot help wanting to defile; strip
    away that control (not to mention one or two garments). I
    have had my sights on Ms Heald for some time; however, the
    championship turned up a surprise package - Lucy Connor.
    Connor is the fiancee of perennial under-achiever Greg
    Rusedski. Fittingly, she is the opposite of Heald; a less
    well bred brunette, with a pleasing propensity for form
    hugging fabrics that just borders on cheap - together they
    form a quite
    devastatingly sexy pair.
    With my SW19 contacts and my powers of persuasion it was
    pathetically easy to introduce myself to my prey.
    Interestingly, mirroring the rivalry of their partners, the
    two Lucys were not exactly bosom buddies. Their contrasting
    backgrounds seem to have left
    relations rather frosty between them. Nevermind, I am
    confident in my role as peace-broker; pretty soon, they'll be
    warming up
    considerably......

    The room is deep within the labyrinth of my Beelzebub club.
    There is only one piece of furniture - a luxurious double-bed
    - nothing else is needed, since there is only one reason for
    frequenting this particular establishment. The wall are glass
    - designed for one-way viewing. Although I obtained the two
    Lucys for my own personal
    pleasure, I have since received quite substantial offers from
    several British players. The desire to humiliate their rivals
    via their women was one I found satisfying, thus a rather
    larger audience has assembled than expected for the girls'
    first performance.
    As expected, Connor proves the more aggressive lover. She
    quickly gets into her stride, french kissing her companion as
    if lesbianism were the norm. Soon, she is nibbling on Heald's
    nipples, before easing them into a sixty-nine position. As
    her partner dives in with evident relish, Heald still hangs
    back slightly. I have left enough of her own mind for her to
    be disgusted by the prospect of carpet munching (I note with
    interest that she has never even blown Tim - a reticence I
    will soon rectify). However, ultimately the choice is not
    hers. Unwillingly, she begins to lap at Connor's cunt,
    accurately mimicking the procedure being simultaneously
    performed on her own genitalia. Behind the mirror, the guys
    wank furiously at this debasement. Something tells me they
    are eager to be more personally involved. Not a problem. I
    doubt the girls will be able to vocalise their disinclination
    to gang-bang......


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