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STARFUCK


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

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

The two sexiest stars of the WTA......



	I have long been an admirer of ladies tennis - an excellent breeding 
ground for athletic young women with admirable reserves of stamina.  
Where else can one gaze up a teenager’s dress in public without being 
branded a pervert?  Presently, the sport is going through something of a 
purple patch, witnessing an unprecedented surge of new talent.  Talent I 
am eager to sample.
	This is not my first foray into the world of ladies tennis.  A few 
years ago, I was enchanted by a fine young specimen - Jennifer Capriati.  
However her form between the sheets proved rather disappointing, 
prompting me to execute her slide from form and grace.  Having been 
arrested for shoplifting and drug-use, a newly chastened Capriati is now 
attempting to relaunch her career.  Shame I took away all of her talent 
as well.  I have higher hopes of my two latest targets.
	Martina Hingis and Anna Kournikova.  To obtain some appreciation of 
just how much these two athletes have rejuvenated interest in the sport, 
one has only to glance at the vast quantity of sites dedicated to them 
on the Net.  Thousands of these sites offer faked nudes, or, rather more 
interestingly, upskirt shots.  There’s something appealing about a 
tennis player’s underwear; where these two are concerned, there’s the 
added bonus of the feeling of a schoolgirl’s little white cottons.  On 
the back of all of this publicity, there can be no denying that Hingis 
and Kournikova provide the face (not to mention tits and ass) and 
contemporary tennis....
	Occasionally, I like to give something back.  Not everybody lives in as 
privileged position as I do; thus I am prone to acts of public goodwill.  
With this in mind, I booked a prestigious British indoor court for an 
exclusive exhibition event - the chance to watch a battle between these 
two jailbait sexpots.  Of course, my motivations for staging this event 
might not have been quite as public-spirited as I have claimed.  After 
all, power is no good if one is denied the opportunity to parade it.  
I’ve always found public humiliation of my victims to be all the more 
satisfying.......
	Arranging the event with the players was an eye-opener.  As one would 
expect, they were a pair of spoilt little bitches - too much too early.  
Polite social graces were sadly lacking.  However, despite their 
propensity for treating those around them like shit, I had three trump 
cards in ensuring their attendance.  Firstly, I appealed to their 
gargantuan egos - tell each that the other has been bragging about their 
supposed superiority.  Secondly, I promised them absolutely wads of 
cash.  Finally, I surreptitiously slipped into their minds to ease an 
agreement.  I actively encouraged their arrogance; it only made the 
prospect of their eventual capitulation all the more appealing.....
	Even with my restriction to solely male spectators, there was little 
trouble in filling the court.  This prefix was issued to ensure that I 
obtained just the right atmosphere.  Less Wimbledon, more Roman 
Coliseum........
	My preparatory work was much in evidence on the actual night itself.  
Still, I resisted placing them under my control, electing instead to 
limit myself to ‘persuasion’ with regard to their choice of outfits.  My 
choice was quite conventional - the outfits that had gained them such a 
formidable following of male fans in the first place.  For Anna, this 
consisted of a tight orange shirt and matching shorts, clothes that did 
precious little to conceal her pneumonic physique; while Martina wore 
the figure-hugging dress that had so impressed during Wimbledon 97.  To 
complement these choices, I had the courtside temperature raised quite 
considerably.  The ensuing sticky conditions should quickly render all 
fabric largely transparent.  The crowd have paid well for this 
exhibition - I intend to give them their money’s worth......


	They arrive on court to a rapturous reception - looking every bit as 
gorgeous as one would expect.  Anna is probably the more conventional 
beauty - tall, slender, long-legged and blond.  Perhaps the key factor 
in explaining her popularity is the aura of icy superiority she exudes - 
the archetypal Hitchcock blond.  Perhaps this is a little naive on my 
part.  Her popularity probably owes a sneaking debt to her propensity to 
wear clothing, the tighter and shorter, the better.  Little wonder lads 
were so eager to watch her practise.  Martina, though less conventional. 
is no less fuckable.  Her principle attribute are her youthful looks - 
although now eighteen years old, she barely looked fifteen.  Her brown 
hair was cut into a short bob, curling cutely at her cheeks, combined 
with that radiant smile in a manner that further emphasised this look.  
She is strikingly akin to Brooke Satchwell - only more athletic and 
richer.  Martina is, after all, world number one - to break her would 
therefore be especially satisfying.  The figure hugging dress looked 
uncomfortable to play tennis in, but certainly won her an army of eager 
male followers - who could forget the impression her nipples made during 
that Wimbledon final?
	The crowd were pleased to see them - evidenced by the array of 
wolf-whistles that greeted them as they walked onto court.  I had 
circulated a sizeable quantity of free beer, to ensure that my guests 
received just the right reception.  The atmosphere was charged with 
lustful male hormones - a fact that was surely not lost on the girls as 
they started their warm ups.  This crowd were not here for the tennis.  
They were here to ogle nubile young flesh.  The players were on display 
- every single spectator wanted to fuck the life out of them.  This was 
a reaction they were both used to - they enjoyed this attention, liked 
teasing the cocks of men so far beneath their notice - however, never 
before could they have experienced it in so concentrated a form.  They 
were no longer tennis players - they were Christians before the 
lions......
	Without further delay, the match gets underway.  Both players 
immediately go all out; forehands, backhands, dropshots, volleys - all 
are in plentiful evidence.  However, these shots mean little to the 
spectators with regards to the match.  We are all simply delighted that 
this energeticism provides numerous glimpses of two such fit female 
forms.  Our appreciation is further enhanced by the fact that neither 
girl is wearing a bra - an item of clothing I neglected to allow them 
access to - thus, beneath those tight tops, teenage titties bounce about 
quite freely.  Quite a sight, and one made even nicer by the 
increasingly sweat drenched fabric.  One can hardly stop 
drooling.........
	The match progresses nicely in this manner.  My interest in the actual 
tennis itself is only piqued by the commencement of the first set 
tie-break - although my motives are once again somewhat nefarious.  I 
have arranged for a special penalty for the loser of each set.....
	As it is, this tension quickly evaporates - Kournikova pulls away to 
capture the set quite easily, much to Martina’s embarrassment.  This 
embarrassment is about to get a good deal more acute......
	At the change of ends, Ms Hingis is forced to pay the ‘agreed’ (I 
suggest, they obey) forfeit.  Faced flushed with humiliation, she slips 
her panties down and slides them off.  All of this in full view of the 
baying spectators.  Suddenly, little miss spoilt-bitch isn’t quite so 
cocksure.........
	The next set is a whole lot more interesting.  Martina is really up for 
it - humiliation certainly seems to have fired her up.  She doesn’t 
intend to be the only one flying ‘sans-underwear’.  Not that she need 
worry; Anna’s shorts are now so drenched with sweat that they are 
virtually transparent.  Tight too.  Are those her lips pressing up 
against the damp fabric?  Naturally enough, the crowd too are now very 
much into the match.  Every time Hingis bends down, we are granted a 
sighting of her magnificently bare ass - not to mention an occasional 
glimpse of the real jewel in the crown; her furry muff.  Given the 
choice, I’m sure she’d like to tie her laces somewhere with a little 
more privacy.  Fortunately, the choice isn’t hers to make.  It’s mine.
	The set is closely fought, however, once again Kournikova just edges 
ahead, managing to hold on to this advantage despite the inevitable 
onslaught.  She wins.
	Hingis is clearly in a state of shock.  How dare that Russian tramp 
beat her!  It seems the rumours circulating around the WTA are true; 
Martina Hingis is not generous in defeat.  Are those tears of 
incredulity in her eyes?  Poor thing, she has no idea of the fate that 
awaits her.  To the loser.......
	Pushing myself into her mind, I take control of her body.  The mind I 
leave - though she unable to talk or cry - I want her to realise her 
debasement.  Helpless to stop herself, Martina lies on her back in the 
centre of the court.  Her hands fall to the hem of her dress, slowly 
hitching it up above her thighs.  This achieved, she obediently spreads 
her legs to give us all a better view.  She has a nice cunt, adorned 
with wispy brown hair - trimmed.  As camera flashes go off all around, 
she reaches out for her racket - her mind mutely begging for mercy......
	I’m feeling generous.  I allow her to lubricate herself first.  Rather 
than just plunge straight in, I have her run the handle lightly back and 
forth over her lips.  Repeated contact with her clit soon gets her moist 
- despite the total humiliation of her position.  Now the handle is 
pressed right up against her opening, her hand tightly wrapped around 
the upper shaft.  I pause momentarily - allowing everybody to determine 
just what is going to happen.
	Martina screams as the handle of her tennis racket ruptures her hymen.  
The racket is big; stretching her cunt in a manner even an adventurous 
pro would find uncomfortable.  It hurts, let there be no doubt about 
that.  Her screams provide all the evidence we need.  Nice though these 
screams are, they grow a little tiring on the ears - I silence her.  Now 
the only sound is the cheering coming from the lust fuelled spectators 
positioned all around.  What a way to lose one’s virginity......
	Gradually, Martina’s hips begin to lightly sway as the ferocious 
pounding continues.  Despite herself, she is beginning to enjoy it.  
Soon she is bucking frantically - forcing the shaft deeper and deeper 
into her pussy.  She’s putting on quite a show - her best performance to 
date on a Centre Court.....
	Watching the debasement of her rival is getting Anna horny.  Sitting on 
my lap, she begins to wriggle slightly, working her ass up and down the 
length of my erection.  My hands are busy groping her tits through the 
sweaty orange top, working her nipples between finger and thumb, from 
where I can squeeze and pinch at will.  This only intensifies her 
wriggling.
	“You like watching her?”  My mouth is millimetres from her ear.  I 
snake my tongue out, licking her lobe.  “Would you like to taste her?”
	Her reply is a barely audible whisper.  “Yes.”

	Giving her nipples a final violent tweak, I send her over to Martina’s 
position.  A look of horror crosses Hingis’ face as she realises the 
role her rival is to play in her undoing.  However, her body does not 
respond, but instead meekly hands control of the racket over to the 
young Russian.  Anna slowly draws the whole shaft from Martina’s cunt, 
smiles wickedly, then plunges it back down with all her might.  
Martina’s screams begin anew.....
	After a minute or two of this treatment, I persuade Anna to remove the 
racket.  If she continued with that force for any prolonged length of 
time, all that would be left would be a bloody pulp.  I have too many 
plans for Ms Hingis to allow that to happen just yet.  Against her will, 
Anna is forced to lick the racket clean - in full view of several 
thousand whistling men.  Her distaste is evident - she knows this is 
just foreplay.  In a minute, she is going to get to know her rival a 
whole lot better.......
	Upon my command, Anna spreads Hingis’ legs even further, kneeling 
between them.  Her head bends down until her nose is being tickled by 
the brown pubes.  Her tongue darts into Martina’s hole - lapping at the 
abundant juice.
	They stay like this for minutes, the only break occurring when Anna 
must occasionally push her long blond hair back.  Otherwise, she eats 
Martina’s pussy without distraction.  Gradually, her partner begins to 
relax, allowing Anna to release her hold on the legs and investigate her 
rival’s anus.  Martina wraps her thighs around Anna’s head, slowly 
gyrating her pelvis in response to the hungry tongue.
	All around them, obscenities rain down from the excited spectators.  
The crowd egg them on expectantly - totally engrossed in the sight of 
these two starlets getting it on before their very eyes.  Several have 
produced video cameras and are capturing the contest for posterity.
	By this time, I am feeling just about ready to fuck.  Charity to the 
general populace is all well and good, but it’s high time to wrap this 
show up; I am a firm believer that some things are best kept for the 
bedroom - my bedroom.....


	Martina’s dress quickly hits the floor.  She is then free to recline 
back onto the bed while I disrobe Anna.  The orange top is swiftly 
pulled over her head, freeing those perfect breasts - nicely tanned and 
capped with plump pink nipples.  Bending low, I take a nipple into my 
mouth, alternately sucking and nibbling.  Her hands are guided to my 
cock, setting up a smooth masturbationary rhythm.  Dropping my own hands 
to her back, I tear the tight little shorts from her body, relishing the 
little gasp she makes.  Her cunt is bald; whether from age or design, it 
is difficult to tell.  Working my way up her thighs, I quickly work a 
pair of fingers into her already wet snatch.  Her clit is easily 
located, allowing me to run my nails across this most sensitive region.  
Her writhing turns me on.
	I move her to her knees and between my legs.  My level of control has 
now intensified.  Under my instructions, Anna gently takes a testicle 
into her mouth; alternately licking and sucking.  She’s good - but then 
she has an excellent teacher.  Releasing my balls, she kisses the tip of 
my cock, lingering over the pre-cum already in abundance.  Internally, 
she is both shocked and revolted by this act; externally, her body 
responds precisely to my commands.
	Opening her mouth, she takes my head between her lips, gently sucking 
it.  One hand cups my balls, the other continues to wank my shaft.  She 
looks so cute - mouth extended around my cock.  I almost blow my load 
there and then.....
	Experience comes to my aid.  Lifting my eyes, I gaze at Martina on the 
bed.  She has been watching the whole show, getting hotter all the time.  
Without manipulation, her hand has dropped to her cunt; she is now 
masturbating for all she is worth.
	Reinvigorated, my hands go to the back of Anna’s head, entwining 
themselves in her long blond locks.  I now pull her towards me; forcing 
her to take more and more of my shaft into her mouth.  Soon, I hit her 
tonsils - she has seven-eighths of my length lodged down her throat.  
Her gag reflex only serves to push me even closer to the edge.....
	Without relaxing my grip on her head, I shoot my load into her stomach.  
Obviously, she has a clear choice; swallow or suffocate.  Wisely, she 
chooses the former, quickly gulping down the lake of semen I have 
deposited.


	They get together on the bed while I video.  Martina swiftly gets on 
top - eager to make amends for her earlier submission.  This time it is 
Anna’s turn to squirm as a hot tongue eats her out.  Not that she minds.  
Her hands quickly fall to Martina’s head, working her further and 
further into her box.  All this time, Martina’s ass is lifted into the 
air; positioning itself too invitingly to ignore......
	She gasps when my penis enters her ass, but, like the good little 
professional she is learning to be, doesn’t get distracted from her 
task.  While I ride her rodeo style, Anna ensures Marina’s head doesn’t 
slip - she’s enjoying its work too much.....


	Our threesome continues for a couple of hours - during which, every 
conceivable position is tried out.  After our session, Anna and Martina 
are my compliant little fuck slaves - every trace of their former 
arrogance has been bludgeoned out of them.  I am left with the decision 
of what to do with them next.  Tempted though I am to take them 
immediately back to my club, I eventually decide to use them as bait in 
the wider world of the WTA.  There are still a few players I’d like to 
meet - Amanda Coetzer, the Williams sisters, Mary Pierce, Steffi 
Graf........




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