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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.....
Comments and suggestions for future stories always welcome!

Starfuck: The Corrs
by Mephistopheles

The Corrs are one of Ireland's biggest exports, and holders of the 
biggest selling album in the UK in 1998.  If you've ever heard their 
music, you'll realise that looks can get you everywhere......  If you've 
never heard of them, I suggest you proceed to;

	From my office, I study the array of monitors relaying pictures from 
the multiple cameras positioned throughout the club.  The entire floor 
is covered, and, with the press of a button, I can zoom in close enough 
to study an individuals eyebrow.  No expense was spared - though, of 
course, the money used was most certainly not my own.  'Beelzebub' is 
the most fashionable, not to mention exclusive, club in London.  How 
could it otherwise given the persuasiveness of its proprietor.  A quite 
wonderful scheme; why waste time chasing the latest celebrity slut, when 
you can get them to come to you?  Added to this, I get the chance to 
sample the hottest amateur talent in London - the hottest girls are 
dying to get into this club - for those rare nights when I opt out of 
the celebrity menu.
	Tonight will not be one of those nights.  Something - somebody - has 
caught my eye.  I zoom in; study her features a little more closely, 
study her breasts.  Caroline Corr.  The drummer in the famous band of 
gorgeous Irish siblings.  Caroline is twenty-five years old, and is 
known as the friskier of the three sisters (not too difficult given the 
group's preference of the earlier, and somewhat less famous, Madonna); a 
fan of Radiohead, the Verve.  I have researched quite thoroughly; I 
believe one should know one's prey.......
	She's wearing a long velvet dress, appropriately green in colour.  I 
attempt to see if she's wearing a bra, but, as she dances, it is too 
difficult to obtain a clear picture.  I think it's going to need closer 
	"Good evening, Miss Corr."  Shaking hands with the charming couple, I 
introduce myself.  "Having got the formalities out of the way, I 
determine to get down to business.  In an instant, my will is completely 
imposed.  Briefly, I turn my attention to the boyfriend; "Go into the 
back.  Ask for Maxine.  Take her home with you."  As he troops off to 
perform my orders, I can now concentrate fully on the first of my 
collection of Corrs.
	I lead the silent Caroline Corr up to my office / bedroom.  It's funny, 
the Corrs' image is that of traditional values, values I am re-enacting 
here; Caroline is now totally subservient to my will, my slave - the 
rightful place of the female sex.  Having said this, once I am done with 
the Corrs, I intend to alter their image rather drastically.  From good 
Catholic girls, to cheap, good-time sluts.  I'll be interested to see 
what happens to their album sales.....
	For now though, I am satisfied to work with the specimen I have in 
front of me.  I satisfy my curiosity as to bra or no bra, I have 
Caroline strip off her dress.  Her tits hang free, only partially 
obstructed by her long brown hair.  Altogether more surprising is that 
her cunt is totally unobstructed - no knickers.  It seems her tag as the 
'wild Corr' might be appropriate after all.
	As I undress, I study these revelations.  Her breasts are small but 
pert, with her nipples quite obviously erect.  Without any prompting 
from me, she's getting turned on.  Her public hair is clipped short - 
apparently the way her boyfriend likes it.  Enough study; I was always 
more of a believer in particle application........
	"Caroline, come here."  She obeys immediately.  "Undress me."
	She begins with my shirt, slowly unbuttoning before easing it from my 
shoulders.  Then she starts on my trousers, pulling them swiftly to the 
floor.  As her hands touch the waistband of my boxer-shorts, I stop her.
	"No.  Not your hands.  Use your teeth."
	This takes time, but is an exquisite sensation.  Having taken the 
waist-band between her teeth, she starts to ease them to the floor.  In 
the process, she must pass my penis, which, heavily erect as it is, will 
not be the easiest thing for her to navigate.  My hopes are proven 
correct.  First her neck brushes against me, followed almost immediately 
by her chin.  Then contact ends as she pulls back, attempting to ease 
the band of the shorts beyond my cock.  Then her chin touches me again, 
and her cheek; until her face - her mouth - is directly adjacent with my 
penis.  Unable to help myself, I pull the shorts from her mouth, grip 
her hair with my hands, and skewer her head forcibly on my cock.
	For the next fifteen minutes, I fuck her face with wanton abandonment.  
Feeling myself approach the edge, I pull Caroline's even further onto 
me, forcing her nose into my pubic hair.  My penis is embedded deeply 
within her throat as I feel my first twitch, and immediately I empty my 
load into her stomach.  Caroline's response is to cough, to splutter, to 
choke on my sperm - evidently, she hasn't done this before.  She'll soon 

	The next evening, the Corrs are due to play Wembley Arena.  Late in the 
afternoon, I allow Caroline to dress - although I choose her clothes for 
her.  This consists of a tight tanktop, and a pair of obscenely tight 
shorts.  Since she arrived with no underwear, she leaves with none.  She 
is to act as my insider, insurance that I can obtain access to the stars 
before their show - to ensure I can get access to their greatest asset; 
Andrea Corr.
	Getting backstage is no problem.  Once there, I am greeted by Caroline 
- still dressed as I arranged her - who presents me with a slow, sexy 
kiss.  I can tell her siblings are shocked, surprised at so open an act 
of intimacy towards someone they see as a stranger.  Having disentangled 
herself from my lips, Caroline introduces me to the rest of the band; 
Sharon, Jim, and Andrea.  Shaking hands with each in turn, I take the 
time to give these two new toys the once over.  Sharon is twenty-eight - 
three years older than Caroline, four years older than Andrea - and very 
much the serious muso, prone to gushing about her favourite composers; 
Tchaikovsky, Dvorak, Britten.  Unfair though the comparison is, judged 
by the standards set by her two younger siblings, Share is rather plain.  
Not particularly unattractive, just too....serious.  Then again, 
compared to Andrea almost everybody looks plain.  She is absolutely 
gorgeous - sexy, sharp, approachable, with a smile to die for, and 
killing 'come to bed' eyes.  In a word, perfect.
	Flexing my mind, Sharon and Jim immediately join Caroline within my 
power.  I make no attempt to infiltrate Andrea, who looks startled in 
the sudden change in her siblings countenance.  I need not speak, my 
slaves already have their instructions.
	Andrea's face moves from startlement to shock as Jim and Sharon begin 
to kiss.  It soon becomes apparent that their attraction will not end 
there - within seconds a topless Sharon is busy sucking on her brother's 
dick.  While Andrea is understandably distracted, Caroline steps up from 
behind her, pulls her close, before beginning to massage the singer's 
breasts through the fabric of her dress.  For a moment it seems as if 
Andrea will reciprocate, until she defiantly shrugs her sister away.
	"What's happening?"  Her voice is anxious, panicked.  "What are you 
	Nobody deems her question worth of a reply; Sharon and Jim continue to 
frolic unself-consciously, while Caroline has turned her lecherous 
attentions to the physique of her master - me.
	"Go masturbate yourself.  You may not come."  Caroline immediately 
drops her shorts and eagerly sets to work, freeing me to turn my 
attention completely to the youngest sister.
	By now, Andrea is terror-stricken.  She still cannot grasp what is 
going on, but she has realised that I'm the centre of it all.  What she 
doesn't realise is quite how in control I am.  As I approach her, I 
begin to alter her mind.  The fear I keep, but I begin to add arousal.  
She's going to hate this, but she'll orgasm any way.  Although she 
struggles, tries to run, I have slowed her down - she never has a 
	I grab her arm and spin her around, forcing my tongue into her mouth.  
She attempts to fight against me, but a sharp slap across the face ends 
this struggle.  Hoisting her from the ground and throwing her over my 
shoulder, I carry her over to the bar.  Given the Corrs' squeaky clean 
image, the top of the bar is surprisingly cluttered with bottles of 
alcohol.  Momentarily stifling all of Andrea's resistance, I swiftly 
sweep these obstructions from the surface.  Andrea is then released - 
both mentally and physically - as I cast her brutally down onto the bar.
	Perhaps I should detail what she's wearing - although, given present 
circumstances, this might seem more than a little superfluous.  The 
slinky black dress clings fetchingly to her figure, revealing the curves 
while obscuring the particulars.  This dress is complemented by a pair 
of diamond stud ear-rings, a gold bracelet, and black stilettos.
	Andrea continues to struggle, though this proves futile as I grip the 
straps of her dress and pull, tearing the fabric from her skin.  She is 
wearing a lacy black wonder-bra and matching panties.  I stop her 
struggling with a single thought, and she lies there on her back, her 
eyes wide with fear, yet unable to help herself.  I begin to paw her, 
groping those tits through the bra, before ultimately dispensing of it 
altogether.  Her breasts do not disappoint.  They are by no means large, 
but the are firm, and, to judge by the look on her face, eminently 
sensitive.  As I begin to slather over Andrea's tits, I summon Caroline, 
who undresses me obediently.
	Once I am naked, I allow Caroline to lubricate my cock with her mouth, 
while I peel Andrea's panties from her skin.  The youngest Corr is now 
totally nude.  She has slightly longer hair around her pussy than 
Caroline, clearly they don't share boyfriends.
	"Do you have a boyfriend, Andrea?"
	I force her to answer.  "No....."  Her voice is barely audible.  She's 
fighting this all she can, futile though resistance obviously is.
	"Are you a virgin?"
	"Yes...."  What a delightful surprise.  I suppose I should have 
expected it.  She is an Irish Catholic after-all.
	I am ready.  Pulling myself from Caroline's mouth, I rub my dick 
against Andrea's increasingly wet crotch.  Her weak protests are 
becoming swamped increasingly by her moans.  After teasing her for a few 
minutes, I push in.  Hard.  In one swift movement, her hymen is shatter, 
an event accompanied by the satisfactory sound of Andrea screaming.  I 
can feel her blood on my cock, though only momentarily.  Almost 
immediately it becomes mingled with her sexual juices.
	I fuck her roughly for ten minutes, denying her the ability to orgasm.  
In the meantime, her screams have become excited moans, then frustrated 
moans, then screams once again.  Finally, we come together; she suffers 
a climax that convulses violently through her being.  She begins to sob 
- a combination of pain, humiliation and intense relief.
	This respite is not long lasting.  Merely the eye of the storm.  I am 
already hard again (years of practise.....) and I turn her over, 
positioning her on her hands and knees.  Caroline leaps up onto the bar 
and sits spread-eagled just in front of her sister's face.  I begin to 
rub my cock against Andrea's arse.  While she attempts to protest, 
Caroline seizes the opportunity to push her cunt into the singer's face 
- clamping her thighs on either side of Andrea's head.  As I begin to 
work my way into her hole, Andrea's cries are silenced by Caroline 
grinding her pussy into her face.
	I soon start to pump myself back and forth within Andrea's arse, and 
looking at Caroline's face, her sister must be starting to reciprocate.  
Slowly, Caroline relaxes her grip and eases back, allowing me to see 
Andrea's tongue as it snakes after her slit......
	We all come together, Andrea handling her sister's orgasm better than I 
would have expected.  As I set them in a 69 position, I steal a look 
over at Jim and Sharon.  They're still at it - however will they find 
the energy to go on stage?

	They hit the stage some twenty minutes late, all revealing in that 
post-coital glow.  I stay to watch the show, having decided to teach 
Andrea the pleasures of a gang-bang before the night is out.  My pupil 
takes to the stage in a skin-tight pvc top, and a skirt made from the 
same material.  This latter garment is quite obscenely short, barely 
covering her still wet cunt.  Indeed, during to her exuberant stage show 
- in which she simulates oral sex with a bottle of Evian - there is many 
a moment when this skirt rides high enough to provide the spectators in 
the front row with a very pleasant surprise.........

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