Message-ID: <20110eli$9902210459@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/20110.txt> From: "Apollyon Beelzebub" <abeelzebub@hotmail.com> Subject: starfuck: Catherine Zeta-Jones 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: <19990220234546.16089.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. 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..... Further starfuck stories can be located at; www.dejanews.com/~celebfuck/ Comments and suggestions for future stories always welcome! It's your suggestions that keep me writing.......... abeelzebub@hotmail.com Starfuck: Catherine Zeta-Jones by Mephistopheles MC, MF, CELEB Personal message I prowl the floor of 'Beelzebub' - the most fashionable club in London, even if I do say so myself - looking for prey. My doormen are instructed to admit a ratio of 6:1 in favour of the fairer sex; only the fairest need apply. Thus, on night's like this, when I am without celebrity companionship, I have a wide selection of amateur dishes to sample. I begin to home in on a chesty blond - she reminds me of a conquest from school (one day, I'll tell you of my formative year.....), when my ear-piece informs me that we have an unexpected celebrity guest. Catherine Zeta-Jones. I knew she was in town - filming the thriller 'Entrapment - and congratulate myself on sending out an invitation card. Dealing with matters at hand, I establish brief contact with the blond - Rowan - instructing her to return the following night, before turning to welcome Ms Zeta-Jones to my humble abode. She looks absolutely perfect. Dressed in a stunning black strapless satin dress, a small ornate crucifix hangs at her fantastically elegant neck. She is quite ridiculously beautiful - immediately seizing the attention of the whole dance floor. Moments like this make me feel like a genius for opening 'Beelzebub'; the finest pussy delivered straight to my door...... Introducing myself, I quickly separate her from her escort - he is easily distracted by Brittany's method of dirty-dancing ala Sharon Stone. Stepping into her mind, I do a quick piece of manipulation; pushing her personality into the background, and drawing her 'Splitting Heirs' character to the fore. Why am I doing this? Yes, 'Splitting Heirs' was a pile of crap, but C Z-T was sensational. Playing a rich bitch socialite, she chose Eric Idle as her last fling. The relish with which she performed suggested that this was a role for which she was a natural. This is the character I am resurrecting - I am to be her next conquest...... She leads me upstairs (I have programmed the direction in her mind), steps into the room and throws her shoes back to me. I stand in the doorway admiring the gently sway of her ass against the fabric. Reaching the bed, she drops the dress, clad now only in black bra and panties. Reclining back and propped herself up on her elbows, she spreads her legs akimbo; pushing the fabric tight against her crotch. Suddenly, very little is hidden. I slowly move my eyes up her legs, but linger upon the impression her lips make upon the satin. She lifts her head to face me, arches an eyebrow, and pops the question; "Coming in....?" I walk over to her, standing upright before her recling form. She gazes up at me inquiringly - that Welsh charm in full evidence. I issue a simple command; "Strip me." A smile of pleasure betrays her eagerness. She immediately sets to work, pulling my top off, before unbuttoning my trousers and easing them slowly to the floor. As she moves, I steal the chance to observe the gentle sway of her breasts in that tight bra. I can't wait to get my hands on them, but I do. I want her to take the strain. As my boxer-shorts join my trousers in an untidy heap on the floor, Catherine finds herself level with my very erect penis. Her mouth opens and her tongue snakes out, snatching a quick lick of my pre-cum. Her head moves in closer, but she stops, open-mouthed mere millimetres from my cock, and looks up at me for approval. I smile my acquiescence........ I connect with tonsils as she deep-throats me. Her mouth runs up and down my penis with awesome precision - providing just enough friction to make me spasm. Her mouth is warm and moist; her tongue traces my length as she attempts to swallow me whole. Glancing down, I find she has maintained eye contact at all times - watching me watch her as she fucks my cock with her mouth. Her eyes have that familiar look that Catherine Zeta-Jones does so very well. An awareness of just how much she is turning you on. The mixture of this natural self-conceived 'superiority' with the total helplessness of her situation (she is unaware how completely under my control she is) brings me to climax. Feeling me twitch, she pulls back until I am no longer actually inside her mouth. Instead, she positions me directly in front of her gaping mouth. Feeding time at the zoo. I come in some quantity, but, with practised precision, she captures every last drop. She then takes me back inside again, milking & cleaning. She then gets to her feet and stands in front of me. We pause for a moment - the calm before the storm...... She brings my hands up to her chest, encouraging me to grope and squeeze her tits through the lace. As I knead her, she slips a hand behind her back and unhooks the bra. It comes away in my hands and I carelessly discard it. Her breasts are now free. Large and firm, they are topped by plump pink nipples. Is it cold in here, or is she extremely aroused? This is, of course, a rhetorical question. A good director leaves nothing to chance...... Spinning her around, I begin to roughly grope her tits from behind, all the time my rock hard member pressing against her panty clad ass. This time it is I who guide - leading her left hand down beneath the elastic. Find the hole, I ease her middle finger inside, establishing a rhythm with which she can masturbate herself. When I release her, the pace never slackens. She' horny. Leaning in, I whisper into her ear; "Ask me to fuck you." "Fuck me...." Her voice is barely audible. That won't do at all...... "Louder. Don't just say it, persuade me." My voice is calm, deliberate, assured. "I want you to beg." "Oh, fuck me! Stick me with your hot cock!" This time her voice has more passion. It is interesting to note that she slips back into a pronounced Welsh accent as she loses control of her body. "I want you inside me. Get inside me. Cover me with you hot, sticky spunk!" Who could resist such an offer..... I swiftly tear her knickers from her body. Her hand is still there - diligently fingering herself throughout. She stops now though. Her concentration focuses for the exertion to come. And boy, will she come........ The sheets are silk, smooth to the touch. As such, they provide an interesting juxtaposition to the unrestrained brutality of my assault. Although she is desperate to get me in her cunt, I flip her onto her belly, spread her ass cheeks and plunge inside. Without lubrication this is extremely painful - for the woman. She can only be thankful that the territory is not virgin - if it were, I'd probably split her. As it is, she's evidently taken it in the ass before. Not that it stops her from screaming....... After emptying my load into her bowel, I decide to give her what she's been pleading for; lying on my back and allowing her to skewer herself on my dick. She rides frantically, hurriedly pulling us both to another climax. It was not difficult to find five takers. Each has paid a sizeable sum to involve himself in this role-play - yet demand was inexhaustible. Later, I shall run for those unlucky in their application. For what I have planned now though, only a select number of customers would be appropriate. Too many cooks.... Besides, I couldn't find an infinite number of costumes. From an objective viewpoint, I can well understand that we look ridiculous - five would be Zorros looking for a fancy-dress party. However, given the prize awaiting us, I think such a sacrifice is none too humiliating. I've always been a fan of role-play. We enter the basement. When I put the light on, my guests get their first view of their purchase. Catherine Zeta-Jones is dressed in a corset and frilly dress, with her hands bound and tied to a meat hook that suspends her body a foot above the floor. A ball-gag has been inserted in her mouth, and a blindfold completes the equation. She hears our entrance, her body language revealing her confusion and fear. She has no recollection of our previous encounter since I have switched characters - she now believes she is Elena; the feisty heroine of 'Mask of Zorro'. How many of us, while watching that movie, didn't long to show her a real sword? This is precisely the proposition I put to my clients. Hence, this re-enactment of the film - only this time it probably isn't suitable family entertainment....... She is plucked from the hook, her hands fastened behind her back and the gag is removed. She tries to speak but the butt of a sword catches her in the stomach, winding her and forcing her to her knees. One of our lusty half-dozen steps behind her and holds her head still, while the remainder unsheathe our blades. We stand around her in a loose half-circle; so close that a sudden movement on her part would risk impaling an eye. Blindfolded, she can have little comprehension of the degraded nature of her position, although when we begin to masturbate our rapidly solidifying cocks, the noise must give her some inkling. She is forced to suck each of us to climax, her head held and positioned from behind. Although this is most certainly non-consentual, she is unable to do us harm - my manipulation taking the form of a threat of violence. Having serviced the six of us, I decide to give Elena the opportunity to fight for her freedom. The blindfold is removed and her hands untied. She is then given a sword - all she has to do is defeat the six of us and she is free to leave. My control has turned each of us into a master swordsman - despite Elena's undoubted prowess with a blade, she never has a chance...... Heavily outnumbered, it would be unfair to force her to fight six at once. Instead, we take turns; each duelling, scoring a hit, then stepping aside. Each hit cuts through a section of her clothing - slowly she is being stripped. As realisation of her predicament sinks in, Elena begins to fight with desperation. Unfortunately, tiredness only makes her moves even more obvious. The hits come quicker and quicker, more and more flesh is displayed. Occasionally, the blade catches a little skin as well as tearing through the fabric - leaving her with numerous small cuts; further humiliation. Ultimately, I step in, easily sweeping aside her sword. Helpless, she displays admirable courage, standing firm in the face of an uncertain fate. I position my sword under her chin, before swiftly cutting downwards. The last remainders of her corset is cut from her body - leaving her completely nude. You can guess what comes next......... The crowd bay expectantly for the arrival of the main event. The room is doused in darkness - a sole spotlight illuminating the stage. The music starts - a pulsating Arabic beat - the curtain rustles, and Catherine Zeta-Jones takes the stage. She is dressed as a dancing girl - reminiscent of her role in 'The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles' - clad in multicoloured gauze that did little to obscure the specifics of her body and nothing at only to disguise her curves. Her face too was covered by a thin veil. Needless to say, despite this the crowd had little difficulty in determining her identity....... Having stood frozen to allow the spectators to fully take in her form, Catherine suddenly sprang into action. Her body undulates to the music, slowly removing the veils that covered the rest of her. Soon, she is pirouetting in place, allowing the audience to leer at her fully stretched form. Precious little gauze remains on her body, while the pile on the floor was ever expanding. Stepping to the very edge of the stage, she arches her back, tightening her stomach muscles and forcing her barely concealed breasts out in front; the view from the front row was very nice indeed. Somewhere in her mind, Catherine Zeta-Jones' true self was screaming helplessly - unable to wrest back command of her body. I wanted to keep this part of her conscious - I want her to recognise the true scale of her humiliation..... The final pieces of the gauze slip to the floor, leaving Catherine as nature intended. Her nipples are erect - proof that this experience has been a non-consentual thrill for the actress. Every eye in the room admires the wanton curls of the triangle of brown hair between her legs. Unless I am very much mistaken, it is meted with moisture. Even now, the humiliation is still not finished. I force her to adopt a succession of erotic poses - all designed to maximise the expose of her tits, ass and pussy to the paying customers. On top of this, I am tempted to allow the audience to invade the stage, but I decide that Ms Jones has probably had enough gang-bangs for one evening. She's proven popular enough to warrant an additional appearance - besides, I've not tired of fucking her yet........... -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>