From freud@jung.com Mon Jun 30 21:43:08 1997
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Subject: MMOB part 1 (repost) (mc, mf, nc, teen, celeb)
From: freud@jung.com (Barry Smythe)
Date: 1 Jul 1997 01:43:08 GMT
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---------------------- STORY BEGINS ----------------------
Minding My Own Business (mc, mf, nc, teen, celeb, spank, anal, facial)
By Fitzhemingway
Chapter 1: THE BEGINNING
The ability to manipulate minds came to me with difficulty. Years of
self-discipline and experimentation passed before I had the first hint of
control, but after I knew I was on the right track, the advances came at
significantly faster rate.
My passion for control started at age 12. Yes, for the obvious reasons. I
desperately wanted the body of Kerri Phipps, the girl who sat in front of
me in 7th Grade History. I remember her tight gray stretch pants very well.
She didn't have much for a chest (as far as I could tell - baggy
sweatshirts were too fashionable back then), but her calves were strong,
her legs were just a little plump, and Christ was her little ass round.
To this day, I can't remember her face. I'm sure it was young and clean,
and I remember her hair was strawberry blonde and pageboy short. My
clearest memory was the way she slept through every class. She rested her
head on her arms and books and thrust her ass through the open space
between the seat and back of her chair. I can't tell you how many times I
dropped a pen, book or anything, just to crouch under and get a good look.
I could even occasionally cop a quick feel, as if my knee had accidentally
brushed against her.
When I wasn't acting like a 12-year old pervert, I was definitely thinking
like one. I thought maybe, just maybe if I concentrated hard enough, I
could mentally "suggest" she stick her ass out just a little bit farther.
By coincidence, once in a great while she'd do as I "suggested." Not often
enough for me to think I was really controlling her, but enough that my
appetite was whetted.
Junior High passed, as did High School with about as much sexual adventure
as your average Teenage Male. I had been practicing, concentrating, and
studying my craft daily, but with little to show for it. The incidence of
minor victories - a cheerleader "accidentally" dropping a book and bending
over a little to far for modesty; the class goddess suddenly deciding to do
the breast stroke when she knew I was right behind her doing the much
faster Australian crawl; and the suddenly numb butts in a crowed locker
hallway - happened rarely, but I knew I had something going.
It was just before High School graduation day when it fell into place. I
was not going to graduate. My classic bitch English teacher wasn't going to
pass me. I walked into her room at lunch, and talked with her briefly,
acting like any other student begging for his life. All the while I ran off
at the mouth and she graded our final papers. When I saw she came to mine,
I bent all my will on her mind to give me an A. I could feel her will budge
but her hand started to mark a C on my paper. A C wouldn't have let me
graduate, and in a rage I concentrated on her pen. Slowly, her hand stopped
the curve of a C and make the sharp lines of an A.
Mind Control was mine - but now with a bonus. I had telekinesis. It took
more work and experimentation, but in two years, full power was mine and I
could have whatever I wanted.
I had no desire yet to lock myself away in a castle with a harem of
mind-slaves. I wanted to experience the fun of my charmed life in the real
world first. So I built a life for myself in the movie industry. The money
was great, the political contacts good, and of course the women were
plenty. All the result of those years of discipline.
Chapter 2: A GOOD NIGHT OUT
Can you imagine the life I've led? Can you imagine the satisfaction of
going to the movies on a Friday Night with my power? Just last weekend I
went to a 10:00 showing of the latest Jim Carey flick. I had snagged
Jennifer Tilly for a few nights of depravity and wanted to see her again as
a blonde.
In the parking lot, I spotted a very toothsome little piece, and mentally
suggested she and her party buy tickets for my movie. No problem.
In the theater, a moderate crowd moved mostly to the front by my suggestion
and I stayed buried in darkness in the back.
I watched for my prey. There she was. A sweet little beach bunny came in
with her mother and slightly older brother. She couldn't have been more
than 14 and tight as could be. Her legs were tanned, curvy and firm, and
her ass was struggling with white shorts she'd probably had since she was
9. Her tits were the cutest ripe little cones perking out of a light blue
tank top. A very edible girl.
This was easy. Five minutes into the film I reached across ten rows with my
mind and ever so gently began tickling her pussy and pinching her nipples.
Just light pressure... not enough that she'd notice at first. I worked her
up slowly, even putting the faintest rub on her tight little asshole. In
few minutes I was having fun seeing her silhouette squirm in her seat, but
soon was time for the real show.
For the first time, I entered her mind.
Carrie was her name... A virgin... Oh God.... she was just 13 and ready to
cream her shorts! I probed memories at found her pretty sexually innocent.
At the moment she was embarrassed at her sudden horniness and a little
scared. What was happening to her? She felt so gooood... but her mom was
starting to look at her funny.
I could sense her brother start to notice Carrie's aroused squirming too. I
liked him already. He had quite an imagination concerning all the things he
wanted to do to his little sister.
Not just yet Sonny!, I thought and commanded to him. But when she's home
tonight, she'll be your private little plaything. I just need to break her
in first..
I called to Carrie's mind.... Come sit in the back... Your mom won't notice.
Indeed she wouldn't. With my help, Mom would forget she even had a daughter
until I got through with the nubile 13 year old. Carrie followed my command
and quickly came to sit next to me.
I had made sure no one would disturb us. Jim Carey would be particularly
watchable tonight. Anybody who had to, would piss in their seats before
they went to the bathroom.
Carrie was practically out of breath from arousal. My eyes had adjusted
well to the dark, and I looked down at her thighs rubbing against each
other in sexual agony. My telekinesis was basically on autopilot now, and
she was pretty close to cumming.
How did a 13 year old ever get legs that shapely? She was already shaving
them too. Her little face was an angel's... bright blue eyes and a button
nose, and delicious overbite. I ran my hands over her smooth thighs and
she gasped. She hadn't noticed me yet.
"What are you doooing?" she asked dreamily. My hands had spread her legs
far apart now, each one draped over an armrest. Very firm, very smooth,
very young!
"Why, I'm just going to play with you for a while little honey." I said. My
own breathing was ragged as I pulled her little tank top over her head. No
bra. Tanlines. The pinkest little nipples and the taste of butter. Carrie
was frozen, but her mind was still a little self aware.
"My Mom wouldn't.... this... whatareyou.... nooo....."
"Shut up little thing. You're mine for a while." I stood up and faced her.
I'm a tall guy, but this little teen was just the right height as sat in
the movie chair. My hands grabbed either side of her head, I opened her
mouth with my mind, and slipped the head of my cock into her warm, wet
mouth. She sucked and bobbed as best she could, but I wanted more. I
suppressed her gag reflex and stroked her little ass with a dose of the TK.
With handfulls of sun-bleached blonde hair, I thrust my cock all the way
down her throat and forced her nose into my abdomen.
Ohh... this was fantastic! My cock had completely disappeared into Carrie's
little angel face. I tilted her head a bit so I could see her throat
engorge as my cock raped her mouth, in and out. Her eyes looked up at me as
a slave trying desperately to please her master, but at the same time
scared to death, because part of her was aware what was happening to her. I
wish I could say I fucked that underage mouth for hours, but she was too
much for me after just a few dozen trusts.
For the last time, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, ever so slowly. The
saliva glistened in the dark as I grabbed my cock with my right hand, and
held her head pulled back fast with my left. Her chin thrust up toward me,
and her lips were parted open as I stroked my tool faster. With grunts of
my own, the first rope of come splashed the little blonde on the cheek and
ran into her eye. More cum shot into a nostril, over her tongue, down her
throat and even more splashed all over her lips. This thirteen year old sex
toy had been blessed with the best face bath I'd managed all week. She
involuntarily moved to wipe her face off, but I stopped her before she
could ruin the image.
This scared, pretty face gleamed with cum reflecting the light from the
move screen. Even in the dark, I could see the peach-golden skin of her
young face blush with the shame and heat of the act. It looked so good, but
now I had to upset the image myself. You see, I was still as hard as
Gibraltar, and had not yet used this girl for the purpose I drew her to.
It was that ass, you see. Those tight, short white shorts had caught my
attention in the parking lot and was the whole reason I had drawn her to
me. Cum still dripping off her face, I pulled her up and traded places
with her. Now I sat in the chair and ran my hands over her cotton-clad ass.
"Take your shorts off you little cock-tease," I commanded.
Her hands moved to her waistband and started to unbutton, but she paused.
"What are.... what... nooo...," she whimpered.
"Are you scared little Carrie?," I cooed as my finger moved under her
shorts, caressing the sweetest thing in this world.
"Uh huh"
"Good dear. Now SHUT UP, take off your shorts and bend over the seat in
front of you." A mental command reinforced with a verbal command reinforced
with a TK push was too much for this girl's last vain resistance. The
shorts went down, and she buried her head in the seat in front, so far that
her feet no longer touched the ground.
This poor girl was putty to me. I'd have to remember to give some semblance
of self control back to her. Boy, was her older brother in for a treat when
the family got home tonight!
Faced with spread pink rose petals of 13 year old pussy, and a puckered
pinkish-brown asshole. I did what had to be done and buried my face in the
teen's glory. Each hand massaged a globe of ass flesh as I fucked Carrie
with my tongue - first gently in her pussy, and then roughly around the
ring of her asshole. I wished I had another set of hands to rub up and down
the inside of her soft young thighs, but I just had to concentrate on that
peachy ass!
My tongue and mental commands had loosened the girl's asshole (I didn't
want to damage her too much, I wanted to leave some fun for her brother)
enough for the final round of fun. I stood up, cock at the ready, and
slipped that meat into the young girl's ass. Her ass almost hurt my cock,
it was so tight.
This was one of those tight asses you see bouncing along the beach in
summertime. A little thirteen-year-old slut in training who knows she's
driving the old guys nuts, but doesn't know the depravity they're really
considering. This underage beach bunny, Carrie, had just found out.
There I was, banging a beach-bunny cock tease in her tight little virgin
ass, in the back of a crowded movie theater. I had started slowly, but she
had loosened up just enough that I picked up the pace. Those globes of tush
sucked my cock in tight. It was a struggle just to pull out far enough so I
could be sucked back into that virgin ass. I kept up the raping ream, and
decided to have a little more fun. I removed the last SHUT UP command I had
given the girl.
"Uhhhhuhhhh... ohhh. huh...huh.. hellp.. god....." she kept whimpering.
"buhhh... my butttt....... what are you...... my aaaassssssss....." I kept
up the pace, fucking that little butt as it would never be fucked again -
for the first time. Carrie kept up the cries, and I decided to turn up the
pleasure for her. I entered her mind again, and threw a few switches. I set
her on the road to a shuddering orgasm, with a twist - she'd never be able
to come again without a dick up her tight backdoor.
"My AAASSSSSS!!!! Oh God You're fucking my ASSSSSS. I'm just a little
girl, and you're fucking my butt!!!!" (OK, so I implanted a few words.) Not
one member of the audience turned around, but I'm sure I inspired a few wet
dreams for later. Carrie was trashing around on her own now. "Oh God please
fuck it.... don't stop raping my little ass!" Carrie was rubbing her face
now, groping for any of my cum that hadn't yet dried up, and shoving it
into her mouth.
I needed more room to fuck this little girl. I reached an arm around her
and picked her up, my cock still ensconced in her rump.
"No!!!!!" she screamed, "please..... don't stop fucking my little ass!!"
I carried her into the aisle and obliged her. I tossed her face down on the
floor, so she could taste the milk-duds, and rode her ass like a little
pony. Carrie banged her fists and kicked her feet as I rammed into her
butt. The 13-year old screamed a final time in massive orgasms as I shot my
load deep in to her rectum.
Panting, I stood up on weak legs and commanded Carrie to clean off my cock
with her mouth. I wiped off the saliva first on her hair, and then on her
cute little tits. After a quick little spank, I commanded her to get her
clothes and clean herself up. I dressed myself, released my restraining
command on the audience and walked out of the theater.
Thankfully, I had remembered to grab Carrie's address from her mind. I
would visit her again someday. Now that she was so pliable, I was curious
what fun her brother would have.
Chapter 3: CINDY
Like I said, I used my talent to make a name for myself in Hollywood. I
found my desired power and money as an influential Producer and
opportunities were everywhere.
Just like I broke the will of that hot little girl in the theater, I had
broken the will of several stars and starlets, careful to return them to
work in one piece. I was on well my way to a good size stable of ready
women.
For five days now, Yasmine Bleeth has been chained up in my basement. Yeah,
you heard she's on vacation, but you know better now.
Samantha Mathis is down there too, keeping Yasmine company. On my strict
orders, Samantha is oiling up Miss Bleeth. She knows to get the Baywatch
star's pussy's shaved and licked clean, and to make sure her asshole is
well lubed. Samantha can force the brunette to eat her plump pussy, and she
can use her gorgeous lips in return only as long as Yasmine never achieves
orgasm. Until I come home of course, tonight's a special night.
Yasmine was a little difficult for me. It took two solid days of work
before I could convince her that running around my mansion with only a
light sheen of baby oil and a butt plug was perfectly natural.
The first time I came on her face was different. That sexy brunette had
enough will of her own left to give me the slightest look of disgust.
Revenge was simple - I had enough control of her mind enough that
banishment to my basement dungeon was little punishment. The torture she
had to endure was not having my cock in her ass for five days. Tonight was
supposed to be the night I broke her fast and gave her what she so
desperately needed.
The idea of shoving my cock down Samantha's throat before I stuck it in
Yasmine's ass was enough to keep me smiling all afternoon. I evened turned
down a lunch with Natalie Portman, not wanting to tempt myself and be too
drained for the evening.
At least that was the plan. Things soon went to hell in another production
department and the Studio had decided to switch features on us. It was
4:00, my secretary told me, and I now had a meeting with the the star of my
new project.
When I glanced at the production notes, my eye's bugged when I saw the
star. This was a piece of ass I had always angled for, but never got close
enough to. She was gorgeous. She was unobtainable. She was classy. She was
Cindy Crawford. I couldn't wait to have her.
"Debbie," I paged my secretary, "Call the house staff and tell them to
prepare for a guest."
"Yes, Sir." Debbie replied sharply. She was one of mine too, and pouting
today because I denied her a quick load of cum on her afternoon coffee
break. She escorted Ms. Crawford into the room and gave me a sour look. She
new I had a new toy and was jealous.
"Hello, Ms. Crawford," I said, ignoring Debbie. The slinky asian quickly
left the office.
"It's very nice to meet you Cindy." I continued, "I'm afraid I have an
emergency at the home office, would you mind coming with me in the car? We
can discuss the project over dinner" I was a little eager, but she went for
the command.
"Oh... uh...," Cindy stammered as her thoughts fell in line the way I
wanted them. "Sure, I'd be happy to. Thanks. I'd love the chance to get to
know you better." Not bad, Cindy was pretty pliant.
Before we left, I wanted just a little fun. Cindy (just off the set) was
wearing a dark blue cocktail dress, cut several inches above the knee. The
heels were high, and her face and hair were made up perfectly. Subtle
commands were already at work on her, and the super model's body language
became more open and sexy. He lips were pouting and moist. This was going
to be perfect.
"Cindy," I asked innocently. "Why don't you come over here. Bend over my
desk, will you?"
"Mm? Oh, Sure!" she complied like a dream. Cindy bent over my low desk,
resting on her elbows and cradling her face in her hands. I looked into
those beautiful eyes and lips and got lost for a second.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked seductively. I could see her ass
waving slightly from over her shoulder, and reached out with telekinesis to
put some pressure on her clit. "MMmmm...," she moaned slightly, lost in my
mind control.
"Cindy, Cindy," I tsked. "you are a slut aren't you?," my question also
implanted the command. I eased out of my chair, and made my way around her.
"Unhh...I'm.. Cindy's a... a slut... Cindy's a SLUT!" Her last word was
almost a squeal. I love making them talk in third person. Her ass swayed to
the left and right, and started bucking a bit towards me. I was almost
going to fast, Cindy didn't take much work at all.
Cindy was sucking on her fingers now. I freed that last inhibition, and
one finely manicured hand shot between her legs and rubbed furiously.
"UNNNhhhh," she cried. "God.. I'm a slut... I need a..." Quickly I
corrected her. "Cindy... needs... a cock! Cindy's a... SLUT!!" Each word
was pout.
Delicately, I pushed her skirt over her ass. Even on the Set, Crawford had
been wearing a satin thong. The purple of the thong was a sight to behold
between the golden globes of her ass. I'd heard she's put on a little
weight, but it must have only been a pound or two, and it went just to the
right place!
I crouched there for a moment, basking in Cindy Crawford's luxuriant ass. I
rubbed cheek to cheek for a while and buried my nose in her ass crack. Her
fingers were working her pussy with abandon, and I gently bit at her plump
vulva through the fabric of her panties.
"GAWD! Eat my pussy.... Lick Cindy's Pussy! Rim Cindy's Asshole!" she
begged. I figured it was time to change things.
I rose, and went to the large easy chair in the corner of my office.
"Cindy!," I barked.
"Yessss...." She straightened herself up and smoothed out her cocktail
dress. Her eyes smoldered and she thrust her lower lip out as she pleaded
to me. "Will you please fuck Cindy now?"
I paused and let her stew. My mind implanted new commands of youth and
apprehension. "Cindy has not been a nice young lady, has she?" Her face
dropped. "Cindy shouldn't be asking strangers to lick her pussy and suck
her asshole, should she?" Cindy shook her head. I started turning the
apprehension in to fear.
"Cindy. Come to me dear." She slowly made her way towards me. "Take of
those heels. Nice girls don't wear heels." She slipped out of them. God,
even her feet were sexy. "Now, Cindy, climb up on my lap."
Too eagerly, she threw herself in my arms, with a hopeful smile. In a
slightly huskier voice, she practically oozed, "you gonna fuck Cindy now?"
"No Cindy, You know you've been bad, it's time for a spanking." Her eyes
widened with fear. She had the emotions of a preteen for the moment, and
scared of a big male hand on her backside.
"Nooo," she pleaded.
"You'll take your spanking Cindy, you might even like it." Before she could
protest, I whipped her around and shoved her face down and off to one side.
Her knees rested over the other edge of the chair and her ass started to
arch toward my face with my silent command. With a blast of telekinesis, I
shredded Cindy's cocktail dress and blew it across the room.
Arguably the most desired woman in the world was now squirming naked in my
lap, afraid of (and at my newest command) desiring a good spanking. I ran
my hand over her smooth, toned haunches, pinching and rubbing sensitive
flesh. Goose flesh rose for a moment, giving me my cue. SMACK SMACK. Two
quick slaps on the right cheek left it jiggling slightly. SMACK SMACK
SMACK. Two again on the right and one on the left. I wanted to keep the
rhythm as random as possible. I rubbed her glorious tush for a moment,
soothing any pain (Hell, I don't know if it really soothed, it just feels
good to me)
SMACK. SMACK. SMACKSMACKSMACK. I continued as Cindy began moaning. I was
slapping on the backside of her long thighs too. Two hands were needed now,
one to spank and one to smooth. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK SMACK. Her cries were
squeals of delight now. I had turned up her pleasure for the moment.
As I spanked, slapped and rubbed, I started paying special attention to
Cindy's pussy. SMACK. The heat was in my face now. SMACK. SMACK. She
smelled honey-sweet and dripping so much that each spank spread a little
moisture. I was slowing down the spanks now and just played with Cindy's
sex for a while.
She started begging again, "Would you Fuck Cindy? Fuck Cindy like a bitch.
Fuck Cindy's pussy. Fuck CINDY's FACE!" The last must have carried outside
to my secretary's office
Who could refuse such a request? I sent a few commands out to my secretary
and she burst through the door, in full asian bitch mode. Debbie was the
cool elegant asian in many beer commercials that caught my eye. It took
quite a bit of work too turn her mouth into my favorite daily sperm
receptacle, and a little bit less to make her a class cat-fighter.
Debbie stormed towards me and Cindy (still squirming on my lap) and reached
for a mess of Cindy's hair. The look on my secretary's face scared ME. I'd
have to tone her jealousy down a bit, but this was kind of fun to watch.
"Get off him Bitch... You a cocksucker? You want to suck his cock?," Debbie
screamed at Cindy as she pulled her to my desk by her hair.
Debbie cleared the desk with one hand, and pulled Crawford up with the
other. After a little wresting, Debbie had the naked Cindy pinned to my
desk almost spread eagled. "C'mon Boss, Give this slut what she wants. Fuck
her face!" Debbie's voice was really a command to me, and Cindy's fear was
growing of it's own accord. Confident in Debbie, I knew my supermodel
wasn't going anywhere.
I decided to give Cindy her self-awareness again, with a full memory of
every thing that had happened. She was pinned on her back with her head
dangling off the edge of the desk. Upside down, she saw me coming, cock at
the ready.
Cindy's mouth was an O of fear and shock. Just as she started to scream...
"AAAAHHrmmphhh" I rammed my dick down her throat. Her head was thrown back
against the side of the desk as I raped Cindy Crawford's gorgeous smile. I
fucked the terrified model's mouth just like I rode that thirteen-year-old
girl's ass.
I wrapped my hands around her neck as I rode her. Not to strangle (Although
it crossed my mind for a moment) but to just feel her neck swell as my cock
drove in and out.
"Fuck the bitch's Face Boss. Fuck it as hard as you fuck mine" Debbie was
looking me in the eye with a face that made me wish I had two cocks.
But I kept riding Cindy's warm, wet throat until I knew I was close to
spent. It didn't take me long, but before I did, I took mercy on her. I
flipped some mental switches, and she was Cindy Slut again, with her whole
mouth and throat a very sensitive erogenous zone. My five last strokes were
all it took before Cindy was bucking so hard in orgasm, that Debbie fell
off her. Grabbing her throat quickly, was able to keep her head pinned as I
shot wad after wad into her mouth and face. Cum was dripped of her mouth,
but Cindy was quick to recover it with her fingers and it disappeared with
a lick and a smile.
The sight was the answer to a long dream. Cindy Crawford spread on my desk,
spent from a massive orgasm, licking up bits of my come from her face.
Now I had to get this latest, greatest toy home. Yasmine would just have to
wait a few more days, or maybe I could find a way to use her with Cindy.
Crawford's clothes were shredded, but I've come across that problem before.
Rummaging through a drawer, all I could find were a pair of thin white
cotton shorts and an un-matching bikini top. I tossed them to Cindy and
told her to get dressed.
Awwww... those shorts were really to tight, and with that tan and no
panties, well... Jeeze... Cindy was still as wet as Splash Mountain too.
That bikini top didn't cover much either. I think it was only three square
inches of fabric up front! At least her high heels are in one piece.
Cindy, still looking horny, rubbed her throat and pouted a bit.
"What dear?," I asked. "Oh you can't say anything? I guess I did abuse your
throat a bit. It'll clear up. C'mon Cindy Slut, gimmie a little smooch."
She did, and her tongue leapt into my mouth.
"That's enough, Cindy Slut." I reluctantly pulled away from her eager,
freshly fucked mouth. "I need to take you home now."
Ready to go, Cindy and I walked out of my office and through the still
crowded studio office building. She was all over me, running her hand over
my chest and sticking her tongue in my ear. Cindy was oblivious to the
crowds staring at her as we make our way out the door. I chuckle when I
think of the paparazzi and the eye full they're in for. Just before the
outer door, I run a quick hand over her ass, give her a little tongue and
pinch a nipple.
"You'll never guess what I've got in store for you tonight."
Just for a brief second, my mind lets real the Cindy free and I take a
little pleasure in the horror in her eyes.
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From freud@jung.com Mon Jun 30 21:43:27 1997
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Subject: MMOB part 2 (repost) (mc, mf, nc, teen, celeb)
From: freud@jung.com (Barry Smythe)
Date: 1 Jul 1997 01:43:27 GMT
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This story is a work of fiction and is intended for adults only.
Your comments and suggestions are encouraged, and should be posted to
alt.sex.stories, or alt.sex.stories.d.
Thanks!
---------------------- STORY BEGINS ----------------------
Minding My Own Business Part II (mc, mf, nc, teen, celeb)
By Fitzhemingway
In Part One our hero describes his road to mind control and telekinesis
expertise (Chapter 1), the control and exploitation of an innocent 13-year
old beach bunny in the back of a movie theater (Chapter 2), and the control
of the beautiful Cindy Crawford (Chapter 3). After some spanking fun and a
rather brutal oral rape at his Hollywood office, our Hero takes Cindy home
to his mansion to continue the fun...
Chapter 4: The Ride Home
The paparazzi that always followed Cindy Crawford fell away quickly as
my limo sped off. Lauren, my major domo and chauffeur, was used to quick
getaways when I had a famous woman in my possession. Lauren smiled at me
from the rear view mirror. She approved of tonight's entertainment.
"How are you sir?," she asked in her sultry voice. I had found Lauren in
a High School theater company a few years back. She was the spitting image
of a teen-age Lauren Bacall, and I had molded her personality so she could
carry off "the Look" almost as well as the original. I could almost fall in
love with the 20-year old, if I let my self. Our sex was electric, and as
close to perfection as I had yet encountered. I only rarely used her for my
sexual release lately. I didn't want to spoil myself and lose interest.
Mostly she ran the household and kept an eye out for girls that needed my
attention.
I sighed satisfactorily, "Sated, Lauren... for now. Have any pick-me-ups?"
Up front, Lauren winked. She reached into the glove compartment and
passed back a small envelope containing a few pills. It's not a manly
habit, I know, but these pills would give me the sexual potency I'd need
for tonight. I downed them and chased them with a little scotch from the
minibar.
Switching my attentions, I put one arm around Cindy and drew her close.
Absently, my free hand caressed her long, tanned thigh. I pulled her face
close to mine, but instead of a kiss, I looked deeply into her eyes... and
let my consciousness invade her mind.
Her sexual history wasn't as varied as I expected. Richard Gere really
was a homosexual, and Cindy had nothing to do with the gerbil incident. A
few abusive boyfriends, and a some lesbian tendencies (Cindy was currently
enjoying the attentions of a still-in-the-closet Jaime Lee Curtis. Hmm...
Jaime Lee and Cindy... a forest of perfect legs. I'd have to sample that
soon.) She already had a thing for dicks in her ass (a little
disappointing, I like to break them in), but hated bondage (my smile came
back).
Now, she was calm and still aroused from my earlier ministrations. I
explored her mind deeper, and learned all I needed to fully control her. I
could command her from any distance now. Whenever I wished, I could tune in
to her "channel" and take control as if she were in my arms. I probed a
different area, and rattled off some numbers out loud for Lauren. I now had
access to Cindy's personal fortune.
I left some latent commands and switches in place before I withdrew from
Cindy's mind. With a word from me, she would be her normal self with no
memory of me, or a toy for my pleasure or anyone else I gave her to. Her
eyes fluttered a bit with bewilderment, and fixed quickly on mine.
"Oh..... Master...." Cindy cooed. She was completely subservient and
completely in love and lust with me. Her lips pressed mine and her mouth
opened. The inside of her mouth was inviting and her tongue was hot and
powerful. Cindy knew how to kiss. Such a kiss was a novelty to me, and I
lingered there while my hands roamed her body. I pinched and rubbed her
breasts, bringing her button nipple to firmness. I couldn't stay away from
her legs... they were so smooth and supple. Her white cotton shorts were
beyond damp now. My fingers traced the outline of her mound and gently
pushed on her clit.
"Ahhh!!" she squealed. Cindy squirmed out from under me and before I
knew it, straddled me as she ground her pussy into my crotch. "Mmm.. fuck
me... please..." she gasped between kisses. "Please... fuck Cindy,
Master... Cindy needs your cock, Master." I let her continue begging while
both my hands gripped her cotton-clad ass. Cindy's scant bikini top was no
barrier to me. My teeth pulled it aside and I was rewarded with a mouthful
of fleshy tit. Her nipple was a toy for my tongue to play with.
The feel of cotton under my hands when I wanted flesh was tiresome. My
fingers searched for the seam that passed along the crack of her ass. With
little effort, the shorts ripped apart and the globes of Cindy Crawford's
ass spilled into my hands. I threw the shorts on the Limo floor and gained
complete access to Cindy's body.
Cindy rubbed her breasts all over my face, and my index finger found the
puckered ring of her asshole. I pressed, sucked, rubbed and explored her
body to the point I even lost awareness of myself.
Her begging was becoming more insistent, and I released my grip on her
ass to let her have her way. She kneeled between my legs on the limo floor
and worked off my belt and trousers. Her eyes were fixed on my cock and her
lips glistened and quivered in anticipation.
"May Cindy suck Master's Cock?" she begged, and her eyes never left my
throbbing staff. Cindy kept her hands clasped behind her back in
subservience. I met Lauren's eyes in the rear-view mirror.
"What do you think my dear?" I asked.
Lauren raised an eyebrow in consideration. "If you think she's up to
it... all she has to do is open up her lips and blow." I rolled my eyes
and returned to Cindy.
"Suck it, my little slut." I commanded.
I almost jumped out of the car seat, as her head fell to my dick. Saliva
ran in streams down the shaft of my cock as Cindy's head rose and fell. She
switched back and forth between licking my balls and running her tongue up
my glans. Her mouth gently engulfed one testicle, and her well manicured
hand jacked my dick while it eclipsed half of her beautiful face.
The sight of it was even greater than the feel. Cindy's eyes rolled back
into as her tongue rubbed the very tip of my cock. She was milking it for
the taste of my come... a side effect of one of my mental commands. Her
hand that wasn't pulling and stroking my dick reached to the floor of the
car and rubbed and probed her plump, pink pussy. Soon it traveled farther
back, and I heard her moans of ecstasy as her middle finger stuck itself in
her own asshole.
The limousine was now making it's way up Coldwater Canyon, and would
soon reach Mullholland Drive and home. I only had a few minutes left of the
drive, and wanted release.
Grabbing a fistfull of hair, I pulled Cindy's head away from a
tremendous deep throat. Thin ropes of saliva and pre-come stretched across
the distance between her mouth and my dick before they snapped away. I
grabbed Cindy's shoulders and pulled her up to me again. Eagerly, she
straddled me and impaled herself on my waiting cock for the first time.
Cindy screamed in a minor orgasm, and I nearly lost it myself.
It was literally the hottest pussy I'd ever enjoyed. Cindy must run 10
degrees hotter down there than anyone else! Lubrication from her mouth and
her liberally flowing pussy ensured a smooth ride, and Cindy took advantage
of it. She rode me faster and faster, her arms outstretched and pressed to
the limo roof and windows. Her breasts bobbed up and down in a blur. I had
to grab them with both hands to get my mouth on them.
Her tunnel of love was heaven to my cock. The walls of her pussy gripped
my meat firmly as it slipped in and out. Once again, my hands mauled her
ass and forced her body down even harder every time she began a downward
thrust. With every stroke, my cock seemed to spear her deeper and deeper.
She was breathing hard and starting to come for a massive, final time. I
couldn't wait any longer either. One of my large hands grabbed her shoulder
and pushed her body onto my cock as hard as I could. My other hand gripped
Cindy's outstretched throat and slowly squeezed.
Cindy was coming hard as I pushed my hips up a final time, ramming my
cock into her as far as I could. Orgasm racked my body, and spurt after
spurt of come shot into the model. My hand squeezed harder and harder
around Cindy's gorgeous neck. Her mouth worked open, struggling for air...
and involuntary panic filled her eyes. The combination of her shuddering
orgasm and asphyxiation sent signals to her brain she couldn't
comprehend... I squeezed until her head relaxed and the tip of her luscious
tongue peeked out a corner of her mouth. My grip on her lovely body eased
and she fell unconscious to the floor, my cock slipping out of her steamy
cunt for the last time.
I exhaled in satisfaction, and gazed at the model as she lay sprawled on
the limo floor. My mind touched hers briefly, just to make sure no
permanent damage had been done. Sure enough, she was just passed out.
I pulled my pants up and brushed my hair back as the limo pulled inside
the security gates and toward the front of my mansion. Ever efficient,
Lauren had called ahead to the staff, and my two lovely hispanic nurses
were waiting with a gurney to take Cindy into the house. I staggered out of
the car rather weak-legged from the experience.
"Inez," I said, nodding back to the limo. "Take Miss Crawford inside and
get her cleaned up."
"Standard procedure Master?" she asked.
I considered it. My standard orders for new girls meant a strict diet of
clear liquids and vitamins for several days. The nurses would shave the new
catch completely from the neck down, thoroughly douche them and administer
several enemas. After that, the new girl's skin would be conditioned and
oiled and she'd be fitted with new costumes, all of which included collars.
Putting Cindy on the standard treatment meant she wouldn't be ready for me
tonight, but maybe another change in plans was o.k. It keeps me on my
toes.
"That will be fine Inez. I don't want to tire of this one too quickly.
Take her away." I patted Inez gently on the behind and gazed wistfully at
Cindy's lovely, unconscious body as my nurses wheeled her away. Lauren
appeared at my side, glamorous as always in her snug black uniform.
"Changed your mind sir?" She also eyed Cindy's form until it disappeared
into the house. I'd indulge her sometime soon.
"For now. No need to spoil her yet," I answered. "Keep the limo ready.
I'm going to clean myself up and check up on things in the house. We'll
make a run later tonight."
Lauren smiled mischievously and turned away. What a wiggle in her walk!
Chapter 5: Interlude
In my office, after my shower, I considered my plans for the evening. Cindy
Crawford could wait. Yasmine Bleeth and Samantha Mathis were still waiting
for me in the basement, but my interest was elsewhere.
The large computer screens before me showed a huge selection of
entertainment. Thinking of Cindy brought to mind and idea.
"Jamie Lee Curtis," I spoke aloud. Computers accessed my database and
requested information appeared on screen.
ENTRY C671: Jamie Lee Curtis
STATUS: No Control Established
LOCATION: London, England - on set.
COMMENTS: Class A legs and ass. Have computer remind me to take her before
she gets out of shape.
"Hmm... " I considered.
SHALL I CONSIDER YOU REMINDED ABOUT THIS ENTRY?.... asked the computer.
"Yes," I responded. "Random Display, Entire Database." The computer flashed
a series of entries.
ENTRY 502: "Kirstie"
STATUS: Light Control Established
LOCATION: Anaheim, CA
COMMENTS: Probably 16. A blonde handful. Perky tits and a cute face. Raped
her in a Disneyland restroom and blanked her short term memory. SEE ALSO:
"Carrie," "Donna," "Felicity," and "Sheryl"
"Next."
ENTRY C513: Alicia Silverstone
STATUS: Heavy Control Established
LOCATION: Washington D.C. Apartment
COMMENTS: Quite a cocksucker. Decent buns. Sent her and Stacey Dash to
President Clinton in exchange for Lincoln Bedroom visit. Hmm.. you know,
Chelsea's starting to look good. SEE ALSO: Liv Tyler
"Next."
ENTRY C456: Barbara Streisand
STATUS: Heavy Control Established
LOCATION: Beverly Hills, CA
COMMENTS: Ychhh!!! But she's rich...
"Next."
ENTRY 235: "Carrie"
STATUS: Heavy Control Established
LOCATION: Ventura County, CA
COMMENTS: 13 years old with a world-class ass. Took her in the back of a
crowded movie theater. Since then, she's been her older brother's
plaything. He's recently been loaning her out to the men of the
neighborhood for cash. SEE ALSO: "Donna," "Felicity," "Kirstie," and
"Sheryl"
"Good. Next"
ENTRY C127: Madonna
STATUS: Control Relinquished
LOCATION: New York, NY
COMMENTS: Good legs, muscle tone. Great fun turning her into a complete
submissive. Still have access to her financial advisors.
"Next."
ENTRY C444: Carrie Fisher
STATUS: Control Relinquished
LOCATION: Los Angeles, CA
COMMENTS: Great nostalgia trip. Took three months to get her back into
shape, but chaining her up in that bronze bikini was worth it.
"Next."
ENTRY 005: Michelle P.
STATUS: Heavy Control Established
LOCATION: Provo, Utah
COMMENTS: Everybody has a cute cousin right?
"Next."
ENTRY C105: Jennifer Aniston
STATUS: Light Control Established
LOCATION: Los Angeles, CA
COMMENTS: Kept her tied up for five days, just so Lauren could play with
her. God, we scared the shit out of her. SEE ALSO: Courtney Cox, Lisa
Kudrow.
"Next."
ENTRY C189: Deborah Norville
STATUS: No Control Needed!
LOCATION: Los Angeles, CA
COMMENTS: A unique experience... she just fell in love with me. Great for
facials. SEE ALSO: Katie Couric
"Next."
ENTRY C059: Racquel Darrian
STATUS: Heavy Control Established
LOCATION: Household Staff
COMMENTS: Fun to capture ‹ I'll never forget the first time I raped her
ass. A guest favorite for parties. SEE ALSO: Dyanna Lauren, Traci Lords,
Julia Hayes
"Oh Bother... Stop Computer!" Almost 1000 entries, and I knew nothing
in the database would satisfy tonight. It's a curse that comes with my
abilities -- nothing holds my sexual interest for long.
"Lauren," I called to the intercom. "I hope the car is ready. We're
going hunting tonight."
"Yes, Sir!"
Chapter 6: The Great Friday Night Hunt
I was back in the limo, cruising the streets of Los Angeles on a brisk
Fall night. I chewed another pick-me-up and sipped a scotch as I looked
aimlessly out the window.
"Friday night Lauren," I was dripping boredom. "Any suggestions?"
"You could take over another strip club for your own use again," she
suggested. I smiled in recollection. A few weeks ago in Michigan, I
banished all the men from an exclusive little strip club in Grosse Point. I
took complete control of 16 nubile college girls. tenderly and brutally, I
violated all of them over a 24-hour period. When someone with my mental
abilities goes on a bender, it's quite a party.
"That's an idea... let's make our way for Orange County then. Better
pickings." Lauren's suggestion was good, but I knew I wouldn't settle on
it. At least we had a direction now. Good old white-bread republican Orange
County.
The suburbs in the Fall.... memories of Friday night football games
flooded into my mind. Perfect.
"I've got a better idea my dear, let's find ourselves a High School in a
rich neighborhood." Boredom had found it's answer for me.
At all times, Lauren carried an extensive listing of nightclubs, strip
clubs, colleges, high schools, junior high schools and anywhere else
potential entertainment might be found. She found a likely High School and
we pulled into the crowded parking lot.
The lights from the field drew us like moths and I was almost giddy with
anticipation. It cost me $3 at the gate to enter a veritable candy store.
"Lauren, I think I can handle things on my own here," I said. "Why don't
you check out the Visitors side for anything interesting. My faithful aide
nodded and briskly walked away. Her black leather pantsuit drew many stares
from students and parents alike.
I stood in the open space that separated the Gymnasium from the back of
the Home stands. Students milled around, waiting for the game to start. I
could hear the timeless strains of a bad marching band performing in the
distance.
With my mind, I broadcast a sort of 'white noise' that touched every one
in the vicinity. With this ability I had become effectively invisible, and
could roam at will.
My first target stood alone with her back against the Gymnasium wall.
She was a brunette (5' 2" or so) with a baby face and ballerina legs,
probably 16. As I got closer I noticed she was part hispanic, softened with
european or possibly asian features. I opened her awareness to me as I
approached. She offered a glance but otherwise took no notice. Doesn't it
suck when 15-year olds don't pay attention to you any more?
I paced back and forth in front of her, leaning in a bit to examine her.
She started to look uncomfortable, but my command had rooted her feet in
place.
"Are you a dancer honey?" I asked her. She was scared now. "Those are
great little legs... You should be a cheerleader." I paralyzed her voice.
She tried to pull her rather short skirt further down to cover up her legs,
but found with horror she was pulling the skirt UP to reveal young firm
thighs and a triangle of pink cotton panties.
Her eyes were wide with fear and she work her mouth into a silent scream
us I sampled a small, tender breast with my hand. By now, my invisibility
field had enveloped her too, adding to her confusion and panic when no one
came to help her.
She couldn't move of her own free will, but the teen was very pliable in
my hands. I moved quickly, because there were other pleasures awaiting me.
I bent the girl over and ground my crotch into her backside. Her skirt
was completely pulled around her waist, and I crouched down, pulling her
panties to her ankles. The teenager silently cried with fear and
incomprehension, as my tongue ravaged her twat. She tasted very sweet, like
only young girls do. Her asshole was so tight, I didn't think I could stick
my pinkie finger in there. I satisfied myself by enjoying the feeling of my
tongue between her pink pussy lips. Hmm.. the resistance of a virgin pussy
greeted me.
I pulled my face away, and shoved the girl toward a vacant bench. Her
eyes met mine with abject terror. She new I would take her virginity from
her. I roughly forced her on her back and pushed her legs apart and her
knees back toward her shoulders. She must have been a dancer, her legs were
so flexible!
This cute little girls pussy was completely exposed for me. I released
my cock from my trousers and positioned the head at her virgin gate. I spit
on my hand and lubed my shaft as I rubbed the head of my cock on her little
nubbin of a clit. Involuntarily, she shuddered with a bit of pleasure. The
pleasure was overwhelmed by her despair. I hadn't touched her psyche at all
yet. This was going to be a simple rape of a sexy 16-year old girl.
Remembering there were more young girls waiting for me, I shoved my cock
into her cunt, breaking past her virgin's resistance. Her body arched in
pain, and my hands ripped open her blouse, exposing her smooth, tanned
stomach and small white breasts. With thumb and forefinger, I pinched each
rather large nipple into hardness, while I pistoned in and out of her
ravaged pussy. Her little legs bobbed in the air as I bucked her. She
looked great as I speared her.
Her young pussy was very tight, but had started to lube up a bit the
facilitate my ride. I grabbed an ankle in each hand and brought her feet
together as I rammed into the teen. I put both feet alongside her cute
little face, and pummeled her into the bench with my cock. It felt great,
and I knew I had made the right choice for the evening.
With brutal thrusts I kept up the pace until I couldn't take it any
more. I pulled my cock out as streams of sperm lanced over the raped girl.
Lines of come traced over her chest, and droplets ran down the underside of
her chin.
I admired my handiwork for a moment while I considered my next move. I
decided to leave my little dancer, wiping memory of the rape from her mind
as I wiped my cock on her lovely face.
The football game had started now and most of the crowd was in the
stands. Still invisible, I made my way onto the Home team risers and worked
through the cheering spectators. Patiently and methodically, I examined
potential playthings as I crossed the stands. Little sisters and big
sisters of the players, students, young teachers, and moms -- nothing
really caught my eye. I started to despair of finding a suitable toy until
I was three quarters through the crowd and my eyes fell the girl I'd come
to know as Celeste..
Without any command of my own, this girl screamed jail bait or sextoy.
She was thirteen and slim, but with rather advanced curves of womanhood.
Her skin was smooth as silk and lightly tanned. She had a firm, almost
boyish jawline, but full feminine lips. When she smiled, her dark green
eyes became slits, and danced over the boys who surrounded her. She had a
delicate giggle of a laugh.
I walked up the steps toward her and revealed myself to only her. My
mind entered hers quickly and explored. Celeste was a flirt, so much so,
that her unconscious seemed to welcome my invasion. I had never encountered
this feeling before, and I knew I wanted this little girl at my side for a
long time to come.
"Your mine, my sweet." It was a command and a fact. No further impulse
was needed. Celeste practically jumped into my arms, and quickly turned a
hug of greeting in a virtual sex act. Her hands groped for my dick, and her
mouth glued itself to my neck. She was electric. Before I knew it, my hand
was up her little blue denim skirt, getting under flimsy panties.
I had forgotten the crowd.
They gaped as they saw sexy little Celeste dry-humping like a
pornographic mime. By now, I had pulled her up her skirt, and they all got
a look at a flawless, plump, thirteen year old ass wriggle in delight.
Slowly I realized the problem. I shook the little sexpot off for a moment
as I quickly blanked the short term memory of the local onlookers, and
hustled her out of the stands.
I don't know how I got her out to the parking lot. I was more concerned
with groping this Lolita than walking. She was light as a feather and
squirmed uncontrollably in my arms as we left the gate behind us.
Finding the limo was a problem, but I didn't care. My little Celeste had
inverted herself in my arms and freed my granite cock from my pants. As she
fed my comparatively huge cock into her mouth, her thighs gripped the sides
of my head with surprising strength. Her panties were long gone, and my
tongue lapped at the petals of her pretty, hairless pussy.
We staggered through the lot like that, drunk on each other's bodies,
banging into cars and almost falling over. Lauren's familiar laughter
became my beacon as I came closer to the car. In mere minutes I had become
addicted to little Celeste, and started to wonder who was really in
control.
I approached the car and draped the girl over the hood. I looked over to
Lauren and just shook my head in disbelief. Celeste still had her hot
little mouth wrapped around my dick. She was on her back with her head
hanging off the edge. I started driving my dick like I was fucking her
face, and Celeste was begging for more. She kicked her feet in delight,
denting the hood, but who cared?
One last thrust into her eager mouth was it for me, and I started to
come down her throat. With each twitch of my dick, she sucked and swallowed
and moaned, until I slowly pulled myself out of her face, and not a drop of
come dribbled out of her satisfied smile.
"Jesus!" I exclaimed. "What the fuck was that about?"
Celeste just stretched like a cat and slowly gathered herself up. Lauren
just crossed her arms and looked questioningly at me.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I've never come across girl like that since..." My voice drifted off as
looked closely at my lovely assistant. She was smiling slightly. "Not
since...," I started again, but couldn't complete the thought as I looked
at the smiling Celeste. You know, change her hair and Celeste could have
passed for a very very young Lauren Bac...
Before I could open my mouth, Lauren answered my question with a knowing
smile. "Celeste is my baby sister you big lunk! Don't you recognize this
High School? This is the same place you captured me!"
Celeste squealed in delight and joined us in a three way hug. Lauren and
I laughed as one of Celeste's nimble hands found it's way into my pants,
and another hand gripped and rubbed Lauren's leather encased ass. With
affection, I pulled the sisters close, and lightly nibbled on Lauren's
lovely pale neck. I forgot how much fun family reunions could be.
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From: freud@jung.com (Barry Smythe)
Date: 1 Jul 1997 01:43:53 GMT
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Minding My Own Business Part III (mc, mf, nc, teen, celeb)
By Fitzhemingway
Chapter 7: Celeste, Winona & Yasmine
Everything 13-year old Celeste has ever known has been changed. I've
suddenly appeared in her life and she's become a sort of... slave, desiring
only pleasure - hers and mine. The lips of her pussy are swollen, moist and
warm almost constantly. Her little, tight asshole has the slightest,
tugging itch that can only me scratched by the slightly rough attentions of
a willing tongue, or the violent thrust of a meaty cock. She finds herself
stroking her nipples and breasts idly, thoughtlessly, addicted to the
shivers of pleasure they give her, and never tiring of it.
It's been a month since I made her mine. For a month she's been a willing,
eager mouth for my cock. For a month I've lapped at her sweet young pussy
at every whim. For a month, my tongue has stroked her neck, explored her
plump assflesh, and trust itself into her ear.
I wonder how it's felt for her this last month... Does she remember the
feel of the veins of my shaft on her lips? Did she gag a bit when I pulled
on the back of her head a little to hard, a little to fast? Was my cock a
little to big for her sometimes? Is there an angle of thrust, that on one
penetration brings her to shattering orgasm, but the next wracks her with
sweet pain? The first time I took her delicious ass (a fantastic morning!),
was she eager? Scared? Did she bite her lip and widen her eyes at the
surprise when I first slipped it in her precious ass? Or was she relaxed
and lustful as I shoved inch after inch of my iron-hard meat into her bum?
When even I could stand her attentions no more and had to rest, I had still
had the pleasure of her young, firm body next to mine. She was so tiny near
me - her arm spanned my chest and her tender leg rested on my belly.
Occasionally, her foot brushed my exhausted cock, bringing a smile to her
face when I stirred to attention
I remember last night there was the stirring of a third in our bed. Of
course, her older sister, Lauren. Though weary, I came awake as Celeste's
arms clutched my chest harder, almost pulsing.
Ever so quietly, Lauren had slinked into our bedchamber. As we dozed and
dreamed of each other, Lauren crept up on her baby sister and lightly ran
her fingertip down her smooth, lovely thigh. Celeste shivered but did not
awake as she slept face down on top of me. Her legs naturally had spread
apart as she straddled me in slumber. My cock and her pussy deliciously
close, even in sleep.
Upon that scene, Lauren approached. On her belly too, she made her way up
between our legs. Delicately, her hand ran up the length of her sister's
thighs, but she would still not awaken, nor would I. Lauren's Movie Star
lips moistened, and a bit of drool appeared in anticipation as she
approached Celeste's innocent, waiting pussy lips.
Lauren's hands cupped the cheeks of the little girl's ass now, and pulled
them apart to expose her sex even more. Despite the strokes of her older
sister's tongue, Celeste did not yet awake.
Only when Lauren's teeth playfully bit Celeste's round butt cheek, did her
eyes fly open in shock and confusion. Lauren could restrain herself no more
and suddenly dropped her gorgeous face between her sister's legs, searching
frantically with her lips and tongue for her little nubbin of a clit.
Celeste dug her fingers into my chest as Lauren lapped at her pussy.
Lauren's tongue rimmed Celeste's asshole gently in exploration, drawing
moans from my little girl's lips. Lauren spank lightly at first, and
progressively harder as her tongue wormed its way into the young teens
asshole. I knew from experience that Lauren's tongue was impossibly long.
Celeste's mouth was a permanent O of delight as Lauren sucked her little
body.
Painfully slowly, her sister brought Celeste to orgasm with her mouth. My
little love toy bit into the hairs of my chest as her sister tasted her.
There was regret as Lauren's tongue retracted for the last time. I could
sense Celeste's urge to feel her own sister under her own tongue, but that
chance was denied to her, as Lauren gathered herself up.
Lauren's lips caressed her sister's earlobe as she whispered, "Later for
us little sister, Our master has a present for you in the morning." With a
smile on her face, Celeste fell asleep in my protective arms again, eager
for the morning to come.
In the morning, Celeste got herself ready for the day. Wearing nothing but
a sheer teddy and the thin leather collar she had picked out for herself,
she bounded into my lap at the breakfast table. My God she was sexy. I
pushed my meal aside and just played with her for a moment, working myself
up for the fun to come. Her legs were cool and smooth under my hands, and I
never seemed to tire of exploring her mouth with my own. Lifting Celeste
up, I carried her away and outside to the car.
She had seen the look on my face before, and loved it. She knew I was
hunting today and knew enough not to bother me as I discussed the day's
work with Lauren as we drove toward the studio.
My studio employees were used to the sight of Celeste bounding about
scantily clad by now, they were sufficiently under my control not to think
it was odd. I wondered she you felt, running so free, practically naked.
Just to tease, she'd thrust out her pert little tits as we passed the
secretaries. Was she trying to make the older women jealous? Or did she
want that severe yet beautiful brunette to lust after her?
I knew she was trying to give the old janitor a heart-attack as she flashed
her perfect bum at him. Celeste knew that getting down on your hands and
knees and begging him for a good dicking would get my attention. I just had
to chuckle and pull her along with me as we approached the sound stage.
Hand in hand we entered the set. We passed into the darkness and heard a
shrieking, yet familiar voice.
"Forget it! Fuck You," the woman's voice cried. "I tried this outfit on
just to be sure, but I will not wear this crap on camera."
"But the producer..." complained a male, timid voice.
"You can see everything when I wear this!" she cried again. "My ass is
hanging out and my tits are practically in full view! I won't wear it.
That's final. I'm going to change now." Her footsteps came closer to us as
we waited off stage.
The man on stage pleaded again, "But the Producer expressly requested..."
"Fuck the Producer!," said the actress contemptuously. "He can kiss my
gorgeous ass!!" With a huff, the pissed actress stormed off the stage.
Right into my arms.
"Oh don't fret my dear. We'll get you out of that costume soon enough," I
told her.
"What the fu... let me go!!" The actress struggled in my arms, but I was
too strong for her. "LET ME GO!!" she shouted, flashing her big brown eyes
in anger and fear.
"I'm afraid not Ms. Ryder. You're a gift for someone very special to me."
Like a child on Christmas, Celeste stepped into view, running her eyes over
Winner's pale curves.
"Ohh...." she squealed. "Thank you so much Master"
"No.." whispered Winona in confusion.
"Yes. You're ours to play with now." With that, I spun Winona around,
wrapping my arm around her long neck into a headlock. I could smell her
hair as I bent her forward, forcing her firm ass into my crotch. She felt
great.
Winona choked and sputtered in my strong grip as her pendulous breasts hung
low, accidentally freed from her offending costume. Celeste couldn't resist
the offering and with each hand, softly carressed Winner's lovely breasts,
bringing each nipple to automatic attention.
The movie star's mouth worked silently searching for oxygen and her eyes
met Celeste's in her terror, looking for her to help. But when she looked
into Celeste's eyes she saw only excitement and lust, and Winona knew her
doom.
"Well my darling," I asked my thirteen-year old with affection. "What shall
we do with poor Ms. Ryder?"
Celeste beamed with lust and gratitude. In response to my question, she
suddenly pinched Winner's large nipples as hard as she could. Winner's
mouth widened with the pain, but before she could make a sound Celeste
pressed her mouth to Winner's and shoved her tongue between her perfect
lips.
My mind had sent out commands to the other cast and crew members on the
sound stage, and they all left the building, not quite knowing why. The
minds I didn't concern myself yet with were Celeste's, which I already knew
so well, and Winner's. I wanted us to taste her fear while we tasted her
body.
Breaking your mouths apart, I picked up the now screaming Winona and threw
her a half dozen feet onto the main set. The movie in production was a
science fiction flick that featured Winona stranded on a deserted planet,
hence her tattered and revealing costume.
I reached over to Celeste, and fondled her ass with glee. "There you are my
little one. Your present."
Winona started to pick herself up and ran towards the door. I had locked it
of course. Her eyes scanned around in panic, seeking another exit, and she
ran again, sobbing, to a far wall.
"What are you trying to do to me?" she pleaded as she frantically tried to
cross the set. Celeste stepped in quickly, and punched Winona in the
kidneys. With a "whoof" the actress collapsed and fell.
Celeste jumped her then, and straddled her, pinning Winner's arms to the
floor with her knees. My little girl's hands played with the movie star's
large breasts, pinching and abusing them, just for the pain they brought
and the tears that welled in Winner's eyes. Celeste loved the feel of them
under her hands, while Winner's body squirmed to get away. But of course,
she couldn't.
I had semi-paralyzed our prey's body for the moment. She put up enough of a
struggle that I knew Celeste would enjoy it, but she was in no danger of
losing her new toy.
>From behind, I had a great view of Winner's outstretched legs, and
Celeste's own lovely ass as she rubbed your wet pussy back and forth over
Winner's firm stomach. The glistening pink of my girl's pussy came into my
view when she bent over further, to probe her victim's mouth with her
tongue.
I released my mental grip on Winner's body only for a moment, allowing her
to almost buck you off. I could sense the hope that rushed through Winner's
mind, and Celeste could see the look of victory on her face.
That only made it sweeter when we acted simultaneously. Celeste slapped
Winner's face back and forth, and I slammed her body flat to the ground, as
if she had fallen from a great height. Celeste screamed in orgasm when she
saw the look of defeat on Winner's face. From her slaps, a drop of blood
had appeared on her lower lip. Celeste bent over her again and took that
quivering lip into her own mouth, sucking it, enjoying the taste of her
helpless victim.
My darling wanted to humiliate her more, and knew just how to do it. She
moved her beautiful teenage body up along Winner's, until her long, fair
thighs surrounded Winner's head. The wet, engorged lips of Celeste's pussy
were a scant inch from Winner's mouth. She moved them back and forth
teasingly, tantalizing herself.
"Nnoonooo.." Winona whimpered. She tried to shake her head away, but
Celeste's legs gripped her head to fast.
"Won't you kiss it Winona?" she teased. "Will you suck my sweet pussy,
love? Don't you want your tongue up inside me?"
For the first time, I manipulated Winner's mind. I played with her until
the thing she wanted most in the world was to glue her mouth to Celeste's,
and work her teenage attacker's nether lips until she screamed in delight.
But I left the sense of humiliation, and shame that we had bent her to our
will.
Hesitantly, the first flick of Winner's tongue passed over her tormentor's
clit. I smiled when your Celeste's whole body twitched with pleasure. Soon,
Winner's lips were working faster, and her whole being focused on giving
Celeste the pleasure she so well deserved.
My Lolita's hips gyrated, working herself onto Winner's face. I couldn't
hold myself back anymore, and approached both electric bodies. From behind
Celeste, I pulled the costume off Winner's body. Exploring her for the
first time with my own hands. Her legs were lean and her skin was smooth as
expected. While Celeste concerned herself with the pleasures of Winner's
mouth, I pushed our victim's knees apart and backward, until her shaved
pussy and pinkish brown asshole were open to me.
I played with Winona for awhile, working my fingers in and out of her
pussy, paying special attention to her clitoris. Soon she was soaking wet,
and I started idly rubbing my fingers around her asshole - lubricating it
and relaxing it just a bit.
The look of pleasure in Celeste was driving me wild, and I wanted to share.
I freed my dick from my pants, and with out any hesitation, rammed it into
Winona Ryder's asshole.
"Aghuughh!!!" she cried, briefly moving her mouth away from Celeste's
pussy. Quickly, she shoved Winner's head back into position and enjoyed the
added pleasure of her scream's muffled vibrations that traveled up her
body.
I touched Winner's mind again, and made sure she stayed attentive to my
Celeste's pussy. I left alone, however, the pain and shock of my invasion
of her virgin ass. Her body twitch and spasmed with every thrust into her
bowels and I could feel the tension in her muscles under my hands.
Her ass was so tight! And she was so afraid! Winona was ours, and she new
it. The humiliation had broken her will so much that my mental control was
almost not needed. She kept lapping at Celeste's sex because she had no
other choice. She took my cock up her bum because she could do nothing
else.
As I raped Winner's bum, feeling the explosion building inside me, the
muscles in Celeste's back tensed and quivered. Her perfect ass bounced
furiously. And her strong, curvy thighs gripped Winner's head like a vice
as she brought her to a shattering orgasm.
Celeste's screams of climax met with grunts of my own as I unloaded my cock
deep in Winona Ryder's ass. My teenage darling's lovely body arched
backward and I leaned forward. I reached a hand out to fondle Celeste's
perfect breasts, and her mouth met mine in a wet passionate kiss of lust
and triumph.
Satisfied for the moment, I withdrew very slowly from my victim's ass.
Winona, with a little mental push, had gone completely catatonic. Her big
brown eyes remained open, but her mind was elsewhere. Celeste and I climbed
off the actress, and dressed ourselves.
While I made myself suitable for the outside world, I considered my
options. Winona was just to much fun to just forget about, and I'm sure
Celeste wanted to do quite a bit with her.
Winner's porcelain beauty had drawn me for years. The pools of her eyes
were perfectly suited for a slaves' - looking up plaintively at her master.
But there's a subtle distinction between victim and subservient, and I
hadn't realized that Winona was so much better suited to be a victim.
So my decision was made, for the moment. Winona would come home with us
today. There, I'd find a few activities for my new, perfect victim.
The limo ride was a quiet one. Winona was tied and gagged in the seat
beside me. Her ears were plugged, and her eyes taped shut. Besides her
bonds, she remained naked, allowing young Celeste to suck her new toy's
nipples and tease her pussy.
Facing forward, I settled into the seat and relaxed. My eyes closed, and
the tendrils of my mind flexed and slowly began there work. Winona had been
silent through Celeste' ministrations, still borderline catatonic. When the
first wisps of my consciousness touched hers, she inhaled sharply and
screamed behind her gag. Her body tensed and twisted, forcing Celeste to
grab each of Winner's knees to stretch her legs apart.
Quickly, I calmed her down with soothing thoughts. For this work I needed
quiet. The human brain controls the autonomous body systems as well as the
consciousness. My power was sufficiently advanced that I could control
both. I've stopped the heartbeats of two of my enemies that way, but would
use my skill for more fun here.
My first bit of reprogramming was a simple stimulation of glands and
secretions of the body. Winner's pussy would be slicker now, and her
ability to generate saliva would increase dramatically when something
entered her mouth. Her lips would stay moist and her skin would be softer
than ever.
I'd alter her metabolism quite a bit. She'd gain just a few pounds, to fill
out her curves only. She'd be able to digest clear liquids only, and her
body would begin to crave what she could now metabolize best... male human
sperm, and ideally, mine. Her taste buds were altered accordingly.
I dulled her teeth a bit (I'm working on learning how to retract them
fully) and her tongue began to swell in her mouth, becoming a little larger
and thicker. She'd find it more difficult to talk, but that was another
little present to Celeste. Winner's pussy lips were an little meatier, and
her clit was more pronounced. Finally, all hair follicles below her
neckline began to die off.
By the time I was done with Winner's body, I had decided to do very little
with her mind. She's be more aroused than usual of course, but her will was
her own. Her self-awareness was unchanged. Winona would soon be aware of
the changes to her body, and be horrified. She'd know that she'd been
turned in a sexual plaything, and maybe even try to fight it all the way.
We soon pulled in to my driveway, and I pulled Winona out of the car, but
her brown hair. She tried to scream but was still muffled by her gag. Two
of my servants waited.
"Take her down stairs and clean her up, I'll be using her soon." My
servants complied and took the kicking and twisting Winona into the bowels
of the Mansion.
I needed to clean up myself, and walked to my chambers. My body servant
today was Yasmine Bleeth, finally freed from her bonds in the basement. She
was lovely to behold in her white satin - dressed only in a choker and
loose panties that showed off her fantastic curves. Yasmine cooed softly as
she undressed me... brushing her bare nipples against my chest...
'accidentally' brushing the cheeks of her plump ass against my cock when
she turned to put my clothes way. She's always very tempting.
"Is my bath prepared Yas?" I queried.
"Oh yes, Master. Just the way you like it. Will I be washing you today?"
She asked hopefully.
I nodded. "Yes dearie. Have Celeste join us too." I've got a big tub.
"Mmmm.... master!" she chirped. "I'll get her right now." And off Yasmine
went, legs pumping and ass swinging..
Yasmine was a fun one in bed, and I'd not yet taken her full will.
Sometimes I let the real girl out and took her for a terrifying ride. I was
starting to look forward to this bath. My day needed a break before I got
back to Winona.
I climbed into the hot water of the tub, and instantly reached for the icy
gin & tonic Yasmine had prepared for me. The heat enveloped me and the
stresses of the day seeped away. I set my drink down and closed my eyes...
...and opened them again. Celeste stood there, naked as the day she was
born - almost fourteen years ago. Her curves weren't as dramatic as
Yasmine's, but they were a beautiful combination of firm, ripe naturally
athletic youth, with a lingering touch of tender babyfat. She lifted a
foot, and daintily stepped into the tub. She giggled as her lovely body
slipped in the water, until just her buoyant b-cup breasts floated peek
over the edge of the water.
Yasmine entered the water behind Celeste, wrapping her arms around the
younger girls, and cupping Celeste's breasts in her hands. Yasmine began
massaging Celeste's nipples and bent her head over to playfully bite
Celeste's neck.
My little Celeste's eyes rolled back in her head, but her little hands
stretched out in the water, seeking something. I felt her soft hands run up
between my legs, until the found my dick and starting stroking it to
attention. She was a dirty old man's fantasy... a pliant schoolgirl with
expert hands. Soon I was full mast, sticking out of the water. Her hands
jacked me faster and firmer, and her little smile grew wicked.
One of Yasmine's hands had disappeared under water. I could imagine it
stimulating Celeste's firm, delicious clitoris, or possibly pumping in and
out of her already.
"C'mere Dollface," I said, and outstretched my arms. The teen slithered up
my body until she straddled me and her lips mashed against mine. Yasmine
took her cue and guided my cock into Celeste's young cunt. every time I
entered the girl, I was amazed at how tight she was. Her tunnel was hot and
slick as always, and she soon began fucking me furiously, bouncing up and
down on my shaft. Her little titties jiggled in the air, tantalizing my
lips.
My mind reached out to Celeste's enjoying her sensations of pleasure and
desire. I shared her feelings of being fucked by me, her complete joy in
becoming my little slut. Celeste's mind was completely bend to my will, and
would never be shaken from it. The sensations of her tight young cunt,
filled by my cock came to me from her mind, and added immeasurably to my
own pleasures.
My hands roamed the creamy flesh of her back and ass as she bounced up and
down on my dick. She was so tight and so tender. Her eyes glazed and she
bit her perfect lower lip. She grunted and moaned each time she impaled her
young body on my cock.
As my little teen fucked me with her all, I motioned to Yasmine to step out
of the tub and walk towards my end.
"Sit on my face Yas, I want to taste that lifeguard pussy."
I leaned my head back over the edge of the spa and Yasmine took her
position over me. It was a great view. The backs of her curvy thighs
descended slowly, and she shook her tush on the way down, just the way I
love it. She teased my face with the folds of her pink pussy lips. Yasmine
moved back and forth, teasing her own clit with just the tip of my nose.
My tongue flicked up to the slickness between her lips, and I tasted
Yasmine for the first time today. My tongue went as long and as erect as I
could make it, and Yasmine came down on it as far as she could.
I know I'm not going to heaven for the ways I've degraded and abused
beautiful young women, but this made it all worth it. The cutest, sexiest
young teenager I'd ever found was bouncing on my cock like a cowboy rides a
bull. My face was buried in the snatch of Yasmine Bleeth, and the flesh of
her soft thighs were caressing my face. So what if I couldn't breathe... my
enslaved actress tasted as good as she looked.
Yas gyrated on my face very slowly, enjoying every flick and thrust of my
tongue. My nose rubbed hard into her clit when she pressed down on my face.
When she moved forward, my nose slipped inside her cunt, fucking her, and
tongue stroked and rubbed her clean, perfectly hairless asshole.
Celeste hands reached out to Yasmine's butt, pinching and enjoying the
round flesh. I reached my arms upward, almost uncomfortably, to stroke and
play with Yasmine's breasts.
I know, I know, this kind of thing is enough for any man. But I'm not just
any man, am I?
Yasmine was a perfect plaything on the outside - beautiful, attentive,
submissive and aroused. But I had left her real personality intact, if
submerged. I began the process of coaxing the real Yasmine out, granting
her the humiliation of remembering the degrading things done to her.
Before her real persona could be freed, I had some work to do. Reluctantly
but forcefully, I lifted Celeste off my cock, and pushed Yasmine off of my
face. I winked and nodded to Celeste, transmitting commands to her.
"Yas my dear, are you ready for a nice fucking?"
"Oh!!" she cried in happiness. "Oh yess please Master.... a ff-fucking?"
her last words carried just a faint taste of trepidation. The real Yasmine
was coming out sooner that I'd expected. "You're g-going to ff-f-uck me?"
she asked again.
Celeste's golden body glistened with water, and she gently grabbed Yasmine
and guided her into the tub.
"Oh yes. And you'll be getting it just the way you love it.. I'm going to
fuck you in your gorgeous ass"
"I love it in my ass." she preened. Celeste positioned Yasmine in the
shallow part of the spa on all fours. Her Baywatch bum rose out of the
water like a cushy Gibraltar, and her breasts dangled in the water.
"Mmmy Ass?" she said again. I could feel the real Yasmine coming out even
faster. Despite her inviting posterior, the actress had never liked anal
sex in the real world, and felt more and more distress at the idea now.
Celeste continued to prepare Yasmine, binding the actress's wrists to rings
on the walls of the spa. Yasmine's knees were locked in place by so her ass
would always be out of the water, inviting me. Celeste squatted before
Yasmine with her legs wide open, her hairless plump pussy just an inch
before Yasmine's face. She pulled Yasmine's hair, forcing her head
backwards and too the side.
I could feel more panic rising in Yasmine, and did nothing to stop it. I
spanked her ass as hard as I could, forcing her forward into Celeste's
pussy. The flesh of her tush jiggled enticingly, and the mark of my hand
reddened on her right cheek.
"Ungmmm" was she sound she first made from Celeste's pussy. "Whaat.., " was
the second when she pulled back from it.
Instantly, Yasmine was aware. Memories flooded her mind of the things I had
done to her. How I kept her tied up in the basement until she begged to me
fucked by me. How she helped my capture and rape two underage cheerleaders
from her old high school, and how I left her behind to be gang-raped by the
football team and coaches. She remembered how I forced her to wander my
household with nothing but coat of baby oil and a ball gag. Most of all,
Yasmine remembered being used by me. She recalled every time I fucked her
mouth, fucked her pussy and fucked her ass. She remembered eating Celeste's
pussy while I plowed her from behind. She could still taste the come that I
sprayed her with. She could still feel the sting of my whip on her tender
breasts.
And now, she could feel her wrists bound and her ass in the air, being
spanked by someone. She was able to get her head away from Celeste's pussy
for an instant, looking over her shoulder to see me grinning with my cock
swaying, aimed at her voluptuous behind. Her scream was most satisfying.
I rubbed the head of my cock at Yasmine's tight backdoor. She kept
screaming, muffled only a little by Celeste's young pussy. The moment I
shoved my cock in her ass, Yasmine gave a little yip and was silenced by
the sudden pain of my invasion.
Yasmine trashed and splashed, pulling at her bonds in vain. I pulled out of
her ass very slowly, enjoying the beautiful friction on my cock. When only
the head of my cock remained inside her bum, I grabbed a fistful of
assflesh with each hand and drove myself into her ass again. Yasmine
continued to scream and begged me to stop the rape, but of course I didn't
heed her.
Every stroke of my cock in and out of her perfect ass was snug, warm
heaven. Every squeal of panic that came from her mouth and the waves of
terror broadcast from her mind were almost as good. My hands moved away
from her ass cheeks and up her body. I was completely bent over her now.
Celeste moved behind us now, so she could nibble on Yasmine's tender pussy
and fondle my balls as I jammed Yas's bum.
My hands moved forward while I fucked, until they reached Yasmine's slender
neck. When I'm fucking a beautiful woman like this, I'm always trying to
get a little more arch out of her back. That way there's as little more
altitude to her ass, and my penetration goes just that much further.
Getting that extra arch is tough in a bathtub, but I knew Yasmine could do
it for me.
My hands gripped her neck tightly, and I was rewarded with a stifled cry
and choked off gasp. The combination of her neck held tightly in my hands
and my cock ramming her tight ass was an incredible turn on. I recommend
you try it. But I still hadn't gotten that perfect arch yet.
To get it was simple. My upper body, already hanging over her back, came
down with full force. My hands, still had a strangle hold on Yasmine, and
her head disappeared from view, into the turbulent waters of the bath.
Ahh.... perfect... her ass was taking the full length of my cock now, with
out hindrance. She struggled more than before, now desperate for air. My
mind toyed with hers now, she now felt the cock invading her was four times
the girth of anything stuck in her before. The pain shot through her body
and the fear took over her mind... she lost consciousness.
I came in her ass then, driving my dick into her sleeping body for the last
time. Celeste had already alerted the staff, and two women unhooked Yasmine
from her bonds and took her away for immediate care.
Exhausted again, I slumped into the tub. Little Celeste joined me, and
popped my shrinking cock into her eager mouth for a proper cleaning.
TO BE CONTINUED UPON SUFFICIENT REQUEST
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From freud@jung.com Mon Jun 30 21:44:18 1997
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Subject: MMOB part 4 (NEW) (mc, mf, nc, teen, celeb)
From: freud@jung.com (Barry Smythe)
Date: 1 Jul 1997 01:44:18 GMT
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Minding My Own Business Part IV (mc, mf, nc, teen, celeb)
By Fitzhemingway
Chapter 8: Disneyland
One of my favorite hunting grounds is Disneyland in the summer. The variety
of young, innocent prey is staggering. I'm always guaranteed to find a nice
piece of ass or three.
By coincidence, last summer I visited the park at the same time Aerosmith
did last summer. The crowds of beautiful women who followed them around was
better than any supermarket. I hung back quietly as the throng moved from
ride to ride, patiently picking out my prey.
There was a fair-skinned red-head, wearing a short summer dress that showed
off her perfectly shaped freckled calves. While her legs first caught my
eye, it was the perfection of her lips that clinched it. They were full and
pouty, and a shade of pink that needed no interference of lipstick. Just
the thing to slake my thirst on a warm summer's day
I pulled some information from her mind: Charlotte was her name, a 22 year
old sociology student on vacation from Alabama. She was with three other
schoolmates at the park, neither anywhere near as cute as she. Her friends
we're desperate to get close to Aerosmith, but Charlotte held no interest.
It was easy to get her separated from the group. With just a few mental
hints and suggestion, She boarded a raft that shuttled to Tom Sawyer's
Island. I boarded after her, and admired her from the opposite side of the
raft. She leaned back on the railing, sunning herself, eyes closed. She
seemed to glow, and I smiled in anticipation
On the island, she seemed to walk aimlessly up the dirt paths, and I
followed closely, admiring the sway of her ass under the thin material of
her skirt. She approached the entrance to the cavernous labyrinth, and with
my command, entered. I pulled her into the caves of Tom Sawyers Island. My
telekinesis walled off a section of the caverns, so little children
wouldn't interfere with my fun.
The girl shivered in the darkness. I could barely see her lovely face, but
I could feel the fear emanating from her body. I ran my hands over her
lower legs, and she tried to scream, but I had silenced her with my mind.
I lowered her to the ground and joined her. Her legs were smooth and
recently shaved, and parted unwillingly as I forced my hands up her firm
thighs.
My mind played with hers, altering her sense of self and reality. She
quickly forgot her name, her missing friends, or where she was. All she
knew was that she was alone in the dark with me, and was mine to play with.
My hand groped at her panties, stretching them so I could slip my fingers
into her pussy. My mouth found hers in the dark, and my tongue played with
hers. She was powerless, unable to resist me, and unwillingly being turned
on by the working of my hands, tongue and mind.
I allowed her the release of a whimper, and the moans of beginning pleasure.
I sat with my back to the cavern wall, and pushed her face into my lap.
Under my commands, she undid my trouser, and pulled my cock toward her
face. Her hands stroked it expertly, and she ran her tongue up and down the
underside of the shaft. I pulled the rest of her body towards me, pulling
her skirt over her haunches so I could play with her pussy more.
She was slick, and the suction of her mouth was fantastic. My southern
belle moaned in a little twinge of pleasure. My fingers played with her
co-ed pussy and stroked and massaged her ass.
I took my hand away from the girl's sex and place both palms on top of her
head. I force her to pump my dick faster, faster than she could keep up
with. She lost pace with the pumping and started to cough and gag as I
shoved my cock into her mouth farther and faster.
Enjoying her predicament, I pushed harder on the back of her head, until my
large dick disappeared all the way into her face. She was I could feel the
head of my cock hit the wall of her throat, and then slip down even
further. I closed my eyes in ecstasy... her mouth was wet and warm and
small... her coughs and whimpers massaged my cock with vibration. I pulled
her head up just a few inches, and rammed it back down again. I just sat
there in the dark of the Disneyland caves, fucking the face of a beautiful
co-ed against her will.
I could feel the sensations from her mind... the panic... the
humiliation... the erotic punch. Most of all, I could feel the sensations
of my cock invading her. She felt every vein on the shaft.. she sucked in
every inch and her lips measured the perfect girth of my tool.
With every thrust into her wet mouth, she tasted the surges of my pre-come
and swallowed greedily. I had programmed her mind so the taste of me was
what she needed to survive. She sucked against her better judgment,
desperate for the taste of my come. Her whimpering increased... the panic
was clear... she'd starve without me... what would she do? The terror
grew.. she HAD to make me come.
I didn't need to guide her head anymore. She impaled her face on my cock
completely on her own, ignoring the uncomfort of my length down her throat.
As fast as she possibly could, she bobbed her head up and down, sucking me
as fast and as hard as she could. Her tongue rubbed my shaft with each
upward stroke, and flicked over my balls on each downward thrust.
The tension building up in me was unbelievable, and I could feel the hope
rise in her and she sensed I was close to coming. I wouldn't deny her, and
shouted with release, echoing through the caverns. Her nose was buried the
mass of hair at the base of my dick. My cock jerked and twitched with
orgasm, unloading into my college girl fuck-toy. She just swallowed and
sucked, loving every drop of fluid that rolled down her throat. With each
diminishing spasm, she sucked each drop of my come from me. Once I was
through, her tongue lovingly ran over each inch of me, savoring any
remaining trace.
Charlotte's mind was at ease after her feast, and I de-programmed the
intensity of her need for come. She'd need it daily now, but from any man.
As I released some control from her mind, I left her behind in our little
section of the cavern. The realization of what had happened to her hit her
hard, and shamed her. In tears she tried to get up. She couldn't.
Her hands and knees were mysteriously locked to the rock floor. Her lovely
behind swayed in the air invitingly to any passersby. I played with her
voice a bit, and she began to scream for help, but all of her cries came
out as variations of "Fuck Me, fuck my behind. Rape me and take me and
abuse me!"
Her condition was temporary, and would only last an hour or so, but I'm
sure that was enough time to entertain any passing teenage boys or the
occasional employee.
I left our little nook, releasing the force field. On my way out the
labyrinth, I bumped into a young couple enjoying their day. The girl was a
pretty young brunette, just about 15 with lovely breasts that stood out in
her tight tank top. My mind sent her boyfriend down the tunnels, where I
knew he'd be occupied for awhile. I smiled at the young girl, and fondled a
firm breast through the fabric of her shirt. She looked up at me in silent,
beautiful fear.
Maybe I wasn't done with the caves after all.
The sunset greeted me hours later. I stretched my limbs as I walked away
from the labyrinth, towards the canoe dock. The island's night crew would
have the pleasant surprise of a dozen dozing, beautiful young girls. I'd
programmed them to be insatiable sluts for the evening, making the Happiest
Place on Earth just a bit happier.
The raft made its last regular trip to the shore, and I spotted a surprise
walking past the Haunted Mansion. Of course you fool, I thought to myself,
Aerosmith was in the park, and that meant Steve Tyler. Steve Tyler meant...
Liv.
As soon as I spotted her, I leapt from the raft. I pushed through the
crowd, keeping my eyes locked on the back of her head. She was with a
young friend, a shortish bottle blonde with great curves. Liv herself
looked fantastic from behind, wearing a simple white top that exposed her
lower back and midriff. Liv's skirt was black vinyl and hugged her ass. Her
legs were longer that I thought... great expanses of fair, lean thighs and
long calves.
The pair walked quickly, aiming for Pirates of the Caribbean. They hugged
each other as they walked and giggled constantly. I noticed the blonde kept
rubbing Liv's tush, or running her fingers along her thigh. From a dozen
feet away, I could tell they weren't sipping Evian from those bottles. A
touch of their minds and my own sense of smell told me the truth. The pair
had smuggled booze into the park and were drunk off their sweet little
asses.
The girls disappeared into the entrance, but I didn't follow. An employee
in a pirate costume passed by, and I entered his mind. Quickly, I stole the
information I'd need to find my way inside the ride. An inconspicuous side
door was my nearest entrance, and I disappeared into the dark of the
Pirates of the Caribbean
As fast as I could through the twisting corridors and passageways, I found
my way to the Drop 1 door. Drop 1 was the first time girls boat would come
to a stop before taking the 20 foot plunge deeper into the ride. There was
a camera here, so I stayed in the shadows and waited for the girls to
appear.
Sure enough, the next boat to approach contained a tangled mess of blonde
and brunette. They sat next to each other, with hands on each other's
breasts while they sucked on each other's tongues. The camera at Drop 1 was
getting it all. The crew monitoring them in the tower were probably jerking
off furiously!
Soon, the girls went over the drop, screaming the way girls always do, but
I the brunette's cry was distinctly throatier and lustier than normal. I
scrambled away to meet the boat after Drop 2.
As I ran, my mind searched the thousands in the park for someone in
authority. I triggered the fear of bomb threats and set off the proper
alarms for park evacuation. The boats behind Liv would remain at the
entrance and the boats in front would cycle out.
I reached the glittering caverns of Treasure in time to see the blonde
daintily help the brunette out of their boat. They hadn't heard anything
about the bomb threat of course, they were just drunk and wanted to fool
around inside the ride.
I smiled my evil smile of anticipation, and I reach for a length of utility
rope on the wall next to me. Nobody knew where these girls were, and with
the confusion of a bomb scare, nobody would care for a couple of hours at
least.
The two girls laughed and giggled and kissed as they played around in the
plastic "gold." I listened to their minds for a moment as they played. The
blonde was Dana, not a celebrity but a fine piece of flesh. Dana was a hot
one, but even her sweet little ass paled against Liv's elfin face.
Time to act. I jumped from behind a curtain and blasted Dana's mind with a
sleep command. She crumpled to the ground. Liv looked up in surprise.
Quickly, I tackled her and tied her wrists together in front of her while
she screamed. I ran a length of the rope from her wrists around her neck
and pulled it tight, until both her hands were against her throat and her
elbows pointed in front of her. Liv screamed and pleaded for her freedom,
but I ignored it. Who could hear her? I grabbed a handful of rope around
her neck and simply dragged her away.
Her legs scrambled to keep up as I pulled her by the throat, choking her.
She too was just wearing a mini skirt, and her long legs looked delicious
as they moved frantically. I Pulled her into a dark maintenance area and
threw her over a the short length of low, narrow table. (The Disneyland
"cast member" whose mind I had probed used the table as a semi-secret
rendezvous point. His memories of Katie, a tour guide in a short plaid
skirt and riding crop suddenly came to mind.)
I tied Liv face down on the table, and freed her wrists momentarily so I
could retie them to posts at the end of the table. Her ankles I fasted to
floor.
" Oh God... please," she begged me. "Please don't rape me." I took a moment
to look at her lovely long face. Her mouth hung open invitingly and tears
soaked her smooth cheeks. "Please.." her voice trailed off...
I stood up and unbuckled my trousers. Needless to say, I was stiff as a
board and couldn't wait any longer to take this young girl. My dick waved
in Liv's Face. She started screaming again and struggled against her bonds.
With every pull, the ropes around her wrists and ankles pulled tighter,
cutting off the circulation and turning them red and purple.
"Nooo!!!!!NOOO!!!!!PPPLEASE!!!" she shrieked. I grabbed her jaw and forced
her mouth open. "Haghhh!!!!HAaaaa" one last time and silence as I shoved my
cock into her waiting mouth. I enjoyed the sight for a moment as her eyes
bugged in terror before I started pumping her face.
Her mouth was hot and wet to fuck. I was one of those rare times when a
man's cock seems to stand a little taller, a little wider, and a little
harder. As if my meaning in life was to rape Liv's tender face. Liv kept
pulling and pulling at the ropes and her body tensed and spasmed with each
thrust into her mouth. Each thrust took me deeper into her and soon my
shaft was down her throat, distending Liv's gorgeous neck. With each deep
throated penetration, she gagged and jerked.
Soon I stopped doing the work and just grabbed Liv's head and pulled it
back and forth on my dick. She felt great. Her mouth was just perfect for
this kind of fucking and the fact that she looked to be only fifteen made
it even better.
I pumped her faster and faster, until I knew I had to finish up. Once again
I shoved my cock in as far as I could, but this time I pinched her nose
closed with my fingers. Deprived of air, her body tried to breath my cock
instead. Incredible suction created my the vacuum in her lungs pulled me in
deeper than I thought possible. Liv's eyes rolled back and tension
disappeared from her body as she gagged. I pulled out quickly, just as I
came. The load that deposited on her face was tremendous, and flowed into
her mouth beautifully as she gasped for air. Her head hung low now, and
swung lightly back and forth until she lost consciousness.
Now that she had fainted, I stripped down her tied up body. Lovely, thin
and young, I thought as I ran my hands over her. Reaching under her, I felt
up her breasts with appreciation. Hmm, larger than I expected.
I lingered over her, admiring the scene before my thoughts turned to Dana,
knocked out in the Treasure room. I walked back to her and picked her up in
my arms, felling her lovely young body thoroughly as I grabbed her.
Both girls were oblivious to the world I as I tied Dana up. I Positioned
Dana so her face rested on Liv's ass, and her arms tied around Liv's legs
in a "hug." Dana's knees were tied together and her haunches raised high in
the air, giving me perfect access to her pussy and ass.
I ripped the scanty mini and g-string panties off Dana and buried my face
in her sex. Her pussy was steamy and tasty, and I lapped contentedly. She
slowly came awake to the pleasures of my tongue and sighed with pleasure.
"Oh... yessss," she said dreamily. Her eyes remained closed while she
slowly rubbed her face in Liv's ass. "Hmm... Liv.... fuckk...."
Of course, Dana was still drunk and horny and had no idea what was truly
going on. My tongue kept probing her, and my eyes looked over the curves of
her ass to see the back of her head bobbing ever so slightly. I heard a
second sound of a tongue lapping a pussy and knew that drunk little Dana
was trying to pleasure her friend.
She sucked Liv's pussy so well I could see Liv begin to awaken.
"Unggghhh" she moaned. "Whats..." she croaked, and her vocal cords finally
gave out. Liv could do nothing now but struggle with the pain of her bonds,
and enjoy the feel of Dana's face in her pussy.
I was ready again, and positioned myself behind the drunk little blonde.
Her body arched even more, offering itself to me. I rubbed the head of my
dick against her puckered asshole and pushed myself into her tight round
butt. Slowly at first, I fucked her. Her moans grew, but remained muffled
in Liv's beautiful backside. The pace picked up, and Dana's body bucked in
dreamy ecstasy. No commands needed to be implanted in Dana, as long as my
cock was implanted in her ass. She loved the feel of getting her rump
penetrated as much as she loves the taste of Liv Tyler's pussy.
Dana's ass pressed against me with each thrust. Her grunts were low and
throaty. It was like fucking the tightest velvet tunnel, and made even
better by the fact that the dumb blonde had no idea her position and that
of her friend. I leaned over the girl a far I could as I fucked her sweet
ass, until my head rested above hers. Dana's lips were glued to Liv's
pussy, and I tilted my head to make room for my tongue on Liv's asshole.
The ring of Liv's ass was tight and pronounced as my tongue swirled around
it. The combination of two mouths on her sent her twitching with orgasms.
The squeeze of Dana's ass was too much, and once again today I felt the
well of power in my loins. Quickly and brutally, I fucked Dana's little bum
until I froze in position, my cock buried to the hilt in her hot butt. I
stuck my tongue as far as I could into Liv's ass and Dana gripped Liv's
pussy with her teeth as we came together. My shout of Triumph echoed
through the ride... Dana squealed in delight as I impaled her ass for the
last time... and Liv screamed in pleasure, pain and horror.
Disneyland has the best rides of any theme park. Thank God I have an annual
pass.
Chapter 9: I'm the Boss
I had to go into Los Angeles today on business. I don't know if you'd heard
of it, but the Wilshire District is an upscale business/retail area on the
west side, near Beverly Hills. I was meeting a casting agent for lunch to
try to sell him on a deal with my production company. (this was really a
chance to get a look at his roster of actresses).
To make a long story short, I think I sold it to him. This agent had to
stay behind after lunch to meet one of his clients, so I got up to leave
alone. Almost out the door, I bumped into a really stunning brunette.
"Get out of my way asshole," was all she said when she passed. I'd normally
ignore it or tell her to fuck off, but I couldn't lake my eyes off her
legs. She was wearing cutoff denim short-shorts and a rainbow halter top
with no bra. Very, very nice chest, but her legs were beautiful. Lightly
tanned, shaved smooth, and great curves of thigh and calf. (You know me too
well, I noticed she had a great tush too!).
It's always a shame when a fuckable girl like that is a bitch around me.
They always seem to get in trouble. Especially when they were as fuckable
as Alyssa Milano, this bitch of the hour.
I smiled to myself as I finally left the restaurant. I implanted a command
in her mind as I went, and never looked back.
My Cadillac was parked in a nearby garage, and I walked inside the dark
building to get to it. I settled in the car, called my office and made sure
the rest of the afternoon was clear. I spent a few minutes skimming through
proposals and being unreasonably patient before I finally turned on the car
and made my way through the maze of the parking garage.
Making a turn, I saw a flash of some idiot popping out from between cars. I
slammed my breaks just in time. Alyssa was there, just as I had commanded,
to act out my little fantasy. My bumper came just inches from that perfect
thigh, but the bitch was so startled by me that she fell over, tripping on
her high heels.
"Oh Shit..." I said, playing my game for any bystanders. I jumped out of
the car to help her.
"Just what I need," I cried out loud. "A lawsuit from someone richer than
God." I knelt over her, expecting a torrent of insults and accusations, but
she was quiet. I guess she bounced her head on the pavement and knocked
herself out.
Even the greatest mind-controllers like a little role-playing.
No one else was around, so I figured I needed to get her to the hospital. I
picked her up and put her in the passenger seat, and shot out of the
parking garage like a bullet.
I ripped through those city streets like a madman, trying to find a
hospital. Then I came to my senses. Jeeze, I thought, I'd would be very
disappointed if I didn't take advantage of this situation.
I pulled over into a deserted alley and I reached across Alyssa and pushed
her seat all the way back, so she was now laying completely on her back.
Reaching for the toys I always keep in the back seat, I pulled out rope and
a gag. I tied Alyssa's hands behind her head, and fastened them to the neck
rest of the seat. Now, if she woke up she couldn't move very much.
Now came the fun part. My car windows were tinted, and I was in a pretty
quiet area, so I wouldn't be disturbed. I leaned over and started fondling
Alyssa's unconscious body. My dick was a log in my pants as I ran my hands
over her.
Here tits felt great - not to small or large, and natural (not any more I
fear, I'm glad I got to her when I did). I pulled her top up, and watched
them bounce as they were freed from the fabric. I took a nipple into my
mouth and suckled there as I massaged the other one with my hand. I pulled
up after a while and grabbed both breasts with my hands. I wanted to make
sure she was unconscious.
With thumb and forefinger, I pinched her brownish-pink nipples. Hard.
Harder. I pinched them so I hard the tips of her nipples turned white. I'm
sure any girl awake would have been screaming with pain. Her head hung
listlessly to the side, and her mouth hung open. I cradled her head and
kissed her. This was no romantic sleeping beauty kiss. I just wanted to
invade her mouth with my tongue, the very beginning of my exploration of
her helpless body. Her mouth was very tasty, very wet and hot. The complete
lack of resistance in her was a novelty. She couldn't do a thing to stop me
from molesting her.
Finally, I withdrew from her luscious mouth and picked up a ball gag that I
thought would fit her. The blue of the gag was a lovely contrast with the
perfect red of her slightly smeared lipstick.
Ms. Milano had been working out since I'd seen her last on film. Her legs
were really smooth and muscular and felt great under my large hands. I just
love pinching that smooth flesh of the upper thigh, don't you?
I unbuttoned Alyssa's shorts and pulled them down her long legs and off
her. I removed my own pants and crawled into the space in front of the
passenger seat. (This is why I drive an American car, you just can't fuck
the shit out of a bound, unconscious, and unwilling celebrity in a Toyota.)
I pushed her beautiful legs back so I could get to her pussy. Her condition
didn't leave her very wet, So I had to resort to the KY jelly I always keep
handy. While I worked it into her pussy, I rubbed my dick up and down along
her smooth thigh. It felt so good, and I was so fucking hard that I almost
shot my load right there on Alyssa's gorgeous leg.
But I was a good boy. She was now lubricated thoroughly and I shoved my
cock up her pussy. Hmmm... the folds of her cunt accepted me. It was warm
and wet and my cock hadn't felt this good in a long time (hours at least).
I pumped her silly, not caring who saw my car bucking.
Alyssa's eyes fluttered as she started to come around. This was going to be
good, I thought. Just imagine yourself waking up someday... not knowing
where you are... your hands tied behind you... something shoved in your
mouth... a gag... so you can't talk or beg or scream... and a tall man....
between your spread legs....shoving his large cock up inside you...
splitting you in two... all you can see of him.... oh godd.... you can't
move.... he's fucking me..... oh jesus... help.. god... he's fucking me....
it hurts.... I can't move my arms!.. god... all you can see is the man
looming above you.... a flash of his dark hair... his blue eyes that stare
into your own like a mirror.... you could tell from his eyes that he owned
you...
All that and more showed in Alyssa Milano's face as I fucked her hot sweet
cunt. It felt so good to be ramming in and out of her like this. I just
wish you could have been with me to sample her. Tears started streaming out
of her eyes, and I started to hear screams that muffled into silence under
her ball gag. Her magnificent body started bucking and thrashing, making my
ride more pleasurable.
Alyssa was a real fighter too. Every time I speared her, she tried to kick
me off. Every time she kicked around, I slapped her lovely face. Every time
she tried to twist away, I punched her in her flat stomach, knocking the
wind out of her.
That last look of defiance and humiliation was all I could take, and I
wanted to get every bit of pleasure I could from it. I withdrew from
Alyssa's pussy and moved myself up until I was crouched over her with my
back against the ceiling. My cock hung over Alyssa's face, and I stroked it
with one hand. My body tensed and the sense of electricity built up in my
groin. Alyssa realized what was happening and if it weren't for the gag,
she would have shattered the car windows with her screams. Her body lurched
and twisted, but she had no escape from my climax.
I grunted under my breath. I was about to come all over Alyssa's face.
"Bitch!!" I shouted one last time as images of her bound beauty flooded my
mind and my come flooded over her helpless and hopeless face. I didn't
think I was going to stop. My body shot through the ecstasy of orgasm, and
my head slammed against the roof of the car, denting it. I was unfazed and
took my pleasure in seeing Alyssa's degraded, humiliated, and beautiful
face from underneath streams of my come. I kept stroking my cock after the
last impulse of orgasm, just enjoying the feel of super-sensitive skin in
my hand, lubricated by sperm and KY and the juice of Alyssa's pussy.
I slumped into my seat, exhausted. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sound
of my victim sobbing and whimpering beside me. I dressed myself, but left
the beautiful actress naked and covered in my come tied up in the seat. No
chance I'd take her to the hospital now. I started the car up and started
home, admiring and fondling her abused body all the way. You can imagine it
was quite distracting.
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