Message-ID: <18210eli$9812230442@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/18210.txt> From: "Apollyon Beelzebub" <abeelzebub@hotmail.com> Subject: starfuck; Vanessa Mae Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19981222214308.8603.qmail@hotmail.com> STARFUCK Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains explicit descriptions of non-consensual sex. If this offends you, please look elsewhere. This is FICTION. Mind control / hypnosis is just a fantasy. If you are tempted to recreate the following scenes, your psychiatrist is going to be a very happy man...... Starfuck is designed to be a series of STAND ALONE stories (much like the Hypno-Celeb franchise). However, each story will feature the same protagonist - an individual with the power to control people's minds. At some point, I might determine the limitations of this power (ie how many people he can control at any one time), but for now all you need know is that in order for control to be established he must have skin-to-skin contact with his target, though only for a split second. Now, lets just kick back and watch him put his talent to good use..... Comment and suggestions for future stories always welcome! abeelzebub@hotmail.com Starfuck: Vanessa Mae by Mephistopheles MC, MF, CELEB Vanessa Mae is a prodigiously talented violin player. She first came to public attention in a series of promotional shots which featured her playing the violin while standing in the sea - wearing a rather sheer when wet blouse.... If you've never seen her, may I suggest you pay a visit to; www.fortunecity.com/victorian/crescent/19/descriptions.htm The concert was ending on an impressive note. 'Storm'. As rousing a finale as is possible for a violin player. As Vanessa took her bow to the baying audience, I slipped backstage. With my talent, it is a simple matter to gain access to her dressing room. I have some time - it'll take her a while to get through the audience hunters - time I choose to pass going through her wardrobe. It must contain nearly a thousand dresses - from elegant jade to shiny sequins - yet all of only one design; mini. I smile with satisfaction. It appears she's exactly the kind of girl I'd heard her to be........... I turn as I hear the door open. She's here. Silently, I step into the wardrobe and ease the door closed behind me. I leave a small gap; small, but large enough for me to view my target's entrance. Vanessa Mae is stunning. Looking even younger than her nineteen years, her eyes nonetheless possess the appearance of a knowing wisdom well in advance of her years. Admittedly, her sex appeal relies predominantly on her youthful looks, in no small part aided by her choice of clothes. Tonight, she is wearing a metallic gold mini which ends a good few inches above her thigh. There follows an appealing quantity of leg, ended only sexy boots that stretch up almost to her knees. Perhaps it was this willingness to sell herself via her sex that made her so attractive, contrary as it ran to the rather straight-laced conservatism all too often seen in the Chinese community. Whatever the roots of her sex appeal, she certainly looked fuckable...... As she steps into the room, she thankfully places her violin down on the table, before plucking a towel from its rack. Using the towel to wipe off sweat, she walks towards the wardrobe. As she opens the door, I step out fully nude, brushing lightly against her bare arm. Contact has been made. She is mine. I don't choose to exert control yet though, I'm enjoying the foreplay too much..... Having made my dramatic entrance, I turn around to face Vanessa. Her reaction is priceless. A bizarre mixture of surprise, fear, excitement, and sheer incredulity. Finally, she finds her voice. "What the....?" she breaks down, confusion getting the better of her. When she speaks again, she is calmer, more composed. "I don't know who you are, or what you think your doing, but I'm giving you ten seconds to leave before I call security." "You're not going to call anyone." My voice is calm, flat, almost hypnotic. I begin to ease into her mind. "You have no will of your own. Your only wish is to serve. I am your master. You are my servant. You are my slave." A glance at Vanessa confirms that my powers are in operation. Her body-language has gone slack, her eyes staring lifelessly ahead into space. I now control all of her primary command pathways - she still has consciousness, but it is isolated deep within her. To all intents and purposes, she is my puppet...... Time is no issue. Pop stars are notorious for spending obscene lengths of time in their dressing rooms post-show. We are in absolutely no danger of being disturbed. At this moment, I am becoming self-conscious about my lack of clothing. Time to even things up...... "Take off your panties." As I commanded, she slips her hands under her hem and begins to ease her underwear down. "No. Not like that. Tear them off." In a single motion, she rips the panties from their position, obediently handing the tattered remains over to my waiting hand. They are soft. And wet. "Are you aroused, Vanessa?" Her reply is unhesitant. "Yes, Master." My raised eyebrow is all the inquiry she requires. "Performing live, before all those people, excites me. After a show, I normally come back to my dressing room and masturbate." My grin grows wider. For the life of me, I can't see why she shouldn't continue this admirable tradition. Before I give the order though, another thought strikes me. As she tore off her knickers, I had briefly glimpsed her black pussy hair. Looking at her now, I realise that her ludicrously short mini only barely covers her modesty. Walking over to her stereo, I briefly skim the selection of CDs, ultimately selecting Marvin Gaye's 'Greatest Hits'. Programming in a continuous loop of 'Let's Get It On', I press play, before turning back to face my companion. "Dance to the music." She needs no further instruction, immediately beginning to sway sexily in time with the rhythm. As she does so, her dress rides up, providing several teasing glimpses of her public hair. Watching her perform, all modesty abandoned, is quite a sight. Even with my long experience of fucking celebrities, there is only so much foreplay a man can take. She is quite beautiful, her dusky skin complemented by the show-business gold of her dress. And those boots; so damn cute. A real nymphet. I intend to take her in that dress, booties and all - hence my earlier removal of her panties. Time to move to the feature. I stop the music, though Vanessa continues to sway gently, oblivious to all but her master's commands. Stepping close to her, I run my hand over her face, easing a finger into her mouth. Her response is to gently suck. A quick learner. Turning her around, I push her face first over a table so that she has to put both arms out in front for support. Pressed tight against her back, I hitch her dress up over her hips, revealing her cute little arse in all its glory. Smooth as a baby's bottom. "Are you a virgin, Vanessa?" "No, Master." By now, I have eased the straps of her dress down below her breasts, which now hang loose. Her dress is now gathered solely around her midriff. My mouth is close to her ear as I whisper; "Tell me about it." "I was fifteen. My manager took me into his office. To negotiate a new contract." Her breathing is short and sharp. She is quite obviously hot; a combination of reliving this memory and having her breasts fondled by a complete stranger, I suppose. With some effort, she continues. "He made me take him in my mouth and suck him until he cam-" Her voice breaks into an excited moan. I have slipped a finger into her hot, wet pussy. As I jerk her off, I apply more pressure to her back, forcing her further over the table, until she has to turn her face to the side to avoid being smothered. I pull my finger out, to her evident disappointment, and begin to guide my penis into her. I hesitate teasingly at the entrance; making her writhe with frustrated anticipation. At this point, I move my finger to her mouth, making her suck lustily on her own juices. Without warning, I push in - hard. Her scream is muffled by my finger, which she bites down upon. I begin to fuck her roughly - more rape than sex. She loves it....... Her moans get louder as I ram her. Harder. Harder. Harder. By now she is screaming at the top of her lungs. I have stepped into her mind and blocked her orgasm. No matter how hard she pushes herself onto me, she can't orgasm. She can't come until I let her. After forty minutes, I am exhausted. Vanessa collapses back on the table, her frustration both evident and total. Already my mind is moving onto more perverse distractions. I hand her the violin' bow, before stepping back to get a good view. What this musical prodigy is to do next would certainly put bums on seats in the Royal Albert Hall...... "Put the bow between your legs. Yes, that's it. Rub yourself. Slowly." Quite a sight. Vanessa Mae, classical music's young oriental beaty with her violin bow pressed against her still wet pussy, probing through that soft black hair. From the deepness of Vanessa's breathing, she is as eager as I am to let it go further. "Now put it inside. Fuck yourself with it." Having placed the bow between her lips, she has gently eased more and more of it into her pussy, until it is almost completely submerged inside of her. Now, as per my instructions, she begins to pump it in and out, frantically attempting to draw herself to orgasm. I watch her for fifteen minutes as she writhes desperately; modesty completely abandoned, she sits legs akimbo, pounding her bow into her own pussy. Finally, I let her climax - more to protect my ears than through any benevolant decision. With a loud scream of triumph, Vanessa Mae collapses back, completely spent. 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