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Authors name: Apollyon Mephistopheles
Story title : Britney Spears: The Lolita Card
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Britney Spears: The Lolita Card (MF, FF, mc, celeb)
by Apollyon Mephistopheles (apollyon404@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.
Comments and suggestions for future stories always
welcome! It's your suggestions that keep me writing.
apollyon404@hotmail.com
Starfuck: Britney Spears (and a special guest star....)
by Mephistopheles
MC, MF, FF, CELEB
In a matter of months, Britney Spears has risen from
absolute anonymity to her position as the hottest piece
of jailbait on the planet. She has everything male
admirers find appealing - youth (she's very much a veal
cutlet - even down to the hint of puppy fat), an
awareness of her own sexuality (she is very conscious
just how taken men are with her - check out those pig-
tails), and a pleasingly fit physique (that she LOVES
to show off - this girl's waging a one woman war on the
tyranny of clothing). Of course, her willingness to
dress as a schoolgirl could also have something to do
with it.
Naturally enough, my clientele have been frantically
battling it out to present me with the biggest bid to
secure Miss Spears' 'services'. Quite ridiculous sums
have been mentioned - all the more so for the simple
fact that I would happily do her for nothing. At this
present moment, Britney Spears is the hottest commodity
in pop. Men all over the globe lust after her jailbait
charm - witness the popularity of that 'Rolling Stone'
shoot. With this profile - not to mention her
pleasingly aesthetic physique - she perfectly conforms
to my requirements; her cock-teasing sexuality is just
asking to be humiliated. However, if I can blur
pleasure and work I am all too happy - it's all the
more degrading to know my prey has been purchased like
a slab of meat.
Of all the offers, one in particular stands out;
interestingly, the only bid to contain zero cash
incentive. It seems that the client's name is
considered a large enough attraction - and so it
proves.
***
I meet Miss Spears in my guise as a film producer. The
meeting was not difficult to arrange; most pop stars
have a desire to act - ambitious young Britney is no
different. Thus, when a producer a reputation as
sizeable as mine comes calling, even the biggest stars
manage to reschedule their diaries.
I admit to a degree of surprise at her choice of
attire. Normally, sex symbols are found dressing down
in private, as if to put distance between them and
their sexually charged public persona; expressing a
desire to be seen as more than just a body. Britney
opts for the opposite approach. I have never seen her
dress more provocatively - a tiny boob-tube and
matching micro skirt; both star-spangled in the US
colours. Either she's an extremely patriotic
youngster, or this little bitch has a very high opinion
of herself. She thinks by flashing me a little leg, a
bit of midriff, some cleavage, I'll roll over and offer
her the film role. Not that I'm complaining; like her
other fans, I've been gagging for a bit more flesh from
our nubile teen. Her choice of attire only serves to
cement her fate.
Having shared an introductory handshake, I begin to
impose my will on Britney's mind. It does not prove
difficult. She quickly learns that her body no longer
responds to her commands, but moves to a different tune
altogether. Sliding my chair back from the desk, I
position Britney atop the oak furnishing. For the next
few minutes, she strikes a series of increasingly
erotic poses - progressing from gazing up at me
longingly with those doe eyes; to lying on her back,
legs apart, simulating masturbation. Having received
this taste of just how sexy Miss Spears can be, I usher
her over onto my lap. There is little doubt that she
can feel my hardness through my trousers (the micro-
skirt she wears offers no protection whatsoever); it
causes her to squirm slightly - a movement that only
increases my arousal. There is nothing I'd like better
than to part those pert cheeks and pump my way into her
anus. Well, actually there is one thing...
As she sits like a dutiful child upon my lap, I move my
hands to her breasts. The fabric is ridiculously thin,
proving no obstacle to my molestation. Her nipples are
already hard - and threatening to burst through the
spangled boob-tube - as I twist them slightly, Britney
responds with a sharp intake of breath. Miss Spears'
breasts have been the subject of considerable debate
for some time now. Did she actually have a boob job?
Did Daddy really pay? (And, when she went in for a
stomach tuck, did the doctors really find semen in her
belly?) For some reason, Miss Spears is a particular
target for such gossip - perhaps because she dresses
like a slut, people feel obliged to treat her like one.
The breast enlargement rumour has been bandished about
for some time; ever since the young star spent a number
of weeks in convalescence, nursing a 'strained ankle',
before reappear with considerably larger assets. The
debate reached fever pitch when Miss Spears appear live
on children's television, performing her hit single
'Baby One More Time' without the benefit of a bra. Her
rock hard nipples were soon plastered all over the net
- seeming to provide proof to the rumour. So, with
Miss Spears now totally in my thrall, is it any wonder
I decide to investigate the naturalness of her breasts?
Actually, I had already received confirmation of the
truth of this rumour long before our meeting - yes,
they are implants (Q. What kind of person has a breast
implant operation when they have only just turned 17?
A. A slut.) - but I've never been one to miss the
chance to reap undue humiliation upon a poor little
starlet.
Thus, with Britney wriggling on my lap, I seize the
opportunity to carefully weigh and compare each of her
tits - taking care to make my study as thorough and as
obvious as possible. The humiliation Britney feels is
tangible. I dip into her mind, savouring her feeling
of complete shame. Despite her sluttish image, Britney
protests to be a good little Christian girl - finding
the humour of 'South Park' sacrilegious - thus my
treatment fills her with humiliation. My assault is
mental as well as physical - informing her that this is
what she deserves; if you act like a slut.
Britney's protestations of strong morality appear to be
contradicted by her image. Is this not the girl who
appeared on childrens' television sans bra? Did she
not pose for that infamous 'Rolling Stone' shoot;
pictured pushing a child's bicycle with the word 'baby'
stencilled upon her extremely attractive backside?
These acts (another shot showed her holding a teddy
bear close to her scantily clad form) appear to show
her playing the Lolita card - titillating men with the
temptation of jailbait meat. So, either her claims of
strict religion are entirely factitious and she really
is the slut she appears to be, or, she is willing to
forsake her belief in order to sell records. Either
way, she is now being taught a valuable lesson.
She has a good body - toned and fit (enhanced in all
the right places) - with what appears to be an all over
tan. It seems that, somewhere in the world, Britney
Spears sunbathes in the nude - I wonder how much the
paparazzi would pay for that information?
***
That evening, the net plays host to the first ever
broadcast of 'The Cosmo Show'. The format is
traditional; its content is most certainly not. The
web is the ideal format - imagine the number of
potential viewers. When one is as practised in the art
of celebrity degradation as I am, one knows that the
number witnessing the humiliation is central to the
pleasure. The show is free to access - what is money
to a man like myself? The net also allows a degree of
interactivity; viewers are able to lodge requests for
potential guests - always give the people what they
want.
Thus, Miss Spears is a logical choice as the show's
first guest. On the show, Britney will be brought face
to face with the client with whom I arranged her
degradation. Indeed, this meeting will prove an
undoubted highlight.
After much deliberation, I decided to compeer the show
myself - hidden behind a spitting image mask of
Letterman (a man whose show has done wonders for pervs
everywhere - witness the wonders of a cold studio).
Despite reservations (I have never sought a public
face), the opportunity was simply too good to miss -
thus, equipped with a concealing voice-box, I
reluctantly stepped into the spotlight.
First up is Britney - strolling (or should that be
bouncing) into the studio clad in a low cut, extremely
fitting, leather bodice and matching shorts (showing
her delicious peach to full effect) - all of which hug
her figure most attractively. Her hair is tied into
those trademark pigtails. As she chats to Cosmo, the
camera lingers lustfully upon her cleavage; pulling
back just far enough to reveal a pair of rock hard
nipples threatening to burst through the fabric. It
seems Miss Spears 'forgot' to wear a bra. Tut tut.
Our interview is short but revealing (a bit like her
outfit). Every question relates to how it feels to be
lusted after by men all over the world. Under normal
circumstances, Britney would erect a polite defence,
and, were such questioning to continue, she would
ultimately walk out in disgust. Tonight, such a
response is not an option. Instead, she must answer
each question as it comes - with complete honesty. In
doing so, she proves categorically to a world-wide
audience just what a slut she really is.
Yes, she did have a breast augmentation. She knows
full well that her popularity is built upon her
fuckability - the more men want to fuck her senseless,
the more records she sells. Yes, she intended to go
braless at the 'Kids' Choice' awards - she wanted to
show off her new tits; to give the dads something to
wank over. Yes, she likes being a pin-up; the thought
of men all over the world beating off over her image
makes her horny. Does she mind being judged solely on
her looks? Not at all - she is all too aware where her
talent lies.
After the refreshing openness of this interview,
Britney is scheduled to perform her hit single, 'Baby,
One More Time'. Throughout her act, the camera zooms
in wilfully upon her pneumonic physique; those firm
thighs, those pert buttocks, the bounce of that ample
chest, those eminently pokey nipples - she really is a
wank doll.
By the time her performance grinds to an end, Britney
is soaked with a thin film of sweat - giving her a
delicious post-coital appearance. As the audience (all
men naturally) bay out their approval, Britney is
joined on-stage by her fellow guest.
I have had infrequent contact with Ms Ciccone for over
a decade. Our first 'encounter' came when I was
employed by a group of enraged Republicans (precisely
the same people who attempted to employ me after
Spears' controversial 'Rolling Stone' shoot) determined
to teach this sexually provocative superstar a lesson.
Under my influence, her playfully controversial phrase
- 'boy toy' - became a self-description.
Over the ensuing years, I influenced Madonna's movement
from tease to satisfier. Soon, she was no longer just
flaunting her sexuality; she was selling her actual
body. After the infamous 'Justify My Love' promo, came
the soft-core 'Sex' - in which the panties came off.
After this publication, I confess to a lack of
interest. Having satisfied my sexual fantasies with
the era's female icon (having seen her forcibly raped
while wearing a schoolgirl uniform), there seemed
little left with which to degrade her. The release of
'Ray of Light' came as a bolt out of the blue.
Suddenly, Madonna was fuckable again.
Never one to rest on my laurels, I immediately indulged
myself (at one point fucking her while her baby
watched) - and, while rummaging through her mind,
unexpectedly came across her feelings for Miss Spears.
As a woman now hitting 40, it is little wonder that
Madonna feels a certain bitterness towards this new pop
icon; however, the fact that this bitterness manifests
itself in the form of degradation fantasies is a rather
more pleasant surprise. Suddenly, I had found my
client.
Thus, here we are. Madonna has arrived to humiliate
her young rival live on the world wide web - unaware
that in fact she too has been manipulated into this
scenario by my own gentle machinations.
The older woman steps straight over to the younger, who
despite her mind's resistance, immediately falls to her
knees before her mistress. Taking great care and
deliberation (a theatricality put on for the cameras),
Madonna attaches a dog collar to Britney's neck.
Having fastened this firmly in place - tight enough to
cause some discomfort - she then connects it to a lead.
Britney Spears - for all her pretensions of celebrity
and stardom - is now walked across the room like a
common bitch. As she crawls along on her hands and
knees, Britney struggles to keep up with her mistress;
receiving a brutal jerk of the choker for her troubles.
They make quite a pair, mistress and pet. I have
already described the fuckability of young Miss Spears,
allow me a moment with Ms Ciccone. Despite her age,
Madonna has lost none of her sex appeal - quite
remarkable given the regularity with which she has
paraded nude for our pleasure. Tonight, she is clad in
eastern garb - a light loose flowing fabric that does
little to conceal her curves. She is undoubtedly back
to her best - a fit, toned physique, more than
complemented by the knowing smile that so often adorns
her most fuckable phases. It is a smile that invites
us to wank off over her. It is a smile of power.
Sadly for Ms Ciccone, it is a smile of my power -
despite appearances, Madonna is not here entirely
through choice (although she has no inkling of this);
her mind has been subtly manipulated by an outside
force. Guess who?
As Madonna sits for her interview, she ushers her pet
under the desk. Obediently, Britney unzips my pants;
pulling my already hard cock into the camera's sight.
The screen has now split - one half shows Cosmo's
interview with Madonna (who repeatedly glances down to
view her pets handiwork - an extremely artificial
coyness that enhances her attraction), while the other
focuses on Miss Spears taking my cock into her mouth.
Her technique is quite impressive - serving as proof of
her experience (daddy must be pleased). She begins by
using her tongue; lapping p and down my length like a
little girl with a lollipop. Having given the camera a
lingering shot of this motion, Britney moves onto stage
two; clamping her lips around my head and sucking
visibly. She looks so fucking cute; cheeks hollowing
with each sucking motion. Soon, she is gobbling my
cock - impressively taking the full length into her
throat (clear evidence that this is not her first
time); using the gag reflex to titillate as only an
experience whore can.
My hands drop under the table, positioning themselves
on either side of her head - indeed, using her pig-
tails as handles - providing a steadying influence as I
start to frantically fuck her face; all under the gaze
of an increasingly aroused Madonna.
As Madonna sucks her finger suggestively; casting
exaggerated glances under the desk to watch her pet at
work - I pump my hips with pace. To her credit,
Britney matches my speed, never losing position on my
cock. Under such circumstances, it is understandable
that I quickly reach climax. With only a grunt of
warning, my spunk is blasted into young Britney's
mouth. Keen though I am to have Britney swallow her
protein supplement, I instruct her to keep a quantity
of come on her tongue. Her mistress then pulls her
roughly to her feet, forcing her to open her mouth to
the camera. We zoom in on the white goo gathered upon
her outstretched tongue. Madonna then leans in, taking
her pet's tongue (and its protein deposit) deep into
her own mouth. They french kiss for a number of
minutes - tongue's deep in the other's mouth - all
caught longingly upon the numerous cameras.
After this, Madonna reasserts her domination; pulling
her pet back down onto her knees. This time it is
Madonna that is to be the recipient of young Britney's
oral technique. Maintaining a symbolic hand on the
leash (it is not needed - Spears has no option but to
obey), Madonna turns her back and slips off her loose
fitting pants, before reaching forward to touch her
toes. Britney is now face to face with the older
woman's buttocks. Under my instruction, she pulls the
cheeks apart before sliding her tongue into Madonna's
asshole.
Once again, we witness the entire act in extreme close-
up and from multiple camera angles; and what an act it
is. Madonna is evidently enjoying the sensation; she
wriggles about quite uncontrollably, with her breathing
growing audibly noisier.
Soon, Madonna is demonstrating her own oral technique -
swallowing my cock whole - while Britney accompanies by
gently sucking upon my balls. After shooting my juice
all over their faces (great for the skin,
allegedly....), Madonna sits atop Britney's face, while
I slip a fat black dildo into the seventeen year old's
asshole. It hurts her, but her cries are muffled in
Madonna's cunt. Judging from the look on the older
star's face, young Britney appears rather competent at
the technique of carpet munching - perhaps she has
previous experience in this field as well?
Having reached a climax, Madonna adjusts her position
to address the camera (and the audience) directly. She
tells us that her bladder's full, that she really needs
to go to the toilet; but its so comfortable atop
Britney's face - would we mind if she used the little
starlet as a human toilet?
Having received an extremely loud answer to her
rhetorical question, Madonna shuffles as if to get more
comfortable (actually grinding herself harder and
harder against the captive teens face - for it is at
this moment I give Britney back completely awareness of
her predicament; if not the ability to respond to it.),
before unleashing a stream of piss straight into
Britney's gaping mouth. She swallows instinctively -
receiving only a splattering of urine across her face.
I take great pleasure in strapping a fat dildo to
Madonna's pelvis. Her inability to stop me provides
conclusive proof that her alleged control has been a
charade. I savour her incredulance; Madonna is used to
being the aggressor, to using her body as a means of
power over men. Her contempt for the male sex takes a
sever battering in the face of my complete control - I
enjoying mocking her for such helplessness.
Almost immediately, Britney is forced onto all fours;
before Madonna roughly plunges the plastic cock deep
into her tight little teeny rectum. It hurts like
hell. Tempted though I am to shove my cock back down
Britney's throat, I resist - I don't want to muffle her
agony. Instead, I lift up a little hand-held camera.
With this, I move in close - capturing the look of
excruciating agony on her face, capturing every torment
scream.
After Britney has received this bum fucking, I force
both women down onto their knees. From there, I attach
collars and leads, before walking them like a pair of
obedient little bitches over to the audience. The
question is put to the audience - what next...?
Although the main response is a desire to fuck them
senseless, a young teenager in the front row catches my
eye. His suggestion is to spank them - to teach them
just how powerless they are. I like it.
Allowing my pets to stand, I position them with their
backs to the audience, before ordering them to bend
forward and grip their ankles. We now get a great view
of their fine peaches - stretched by the curve of their
backs, their cheeks part naturally, giving the audience
a nice view of open cunt lips. I now produce a cane,
rubbing its cold shaft against their exposed skin.
Instinctively, they shudder; not knowing what I am
holding, they long to flee - a desire they are unable
to fulfil.
I choose Britney first. The cane connects with a
resounding swish, creating both an anguished scream
from the recipient and an immediate red whelt upon her
buttocks. I wait teasingly for the pain to ease,
before swinging again. This time her scream is even
louder - a record she improves upon with the third
stroke; brought down against her pussy lips.
Having reduced Miss Spears to tears, I move to her
companion. While I have been spanking the young
starlet, Madonna has been writhing noticeably - rubbing
her fine thighs together. Using the cane, I expose her
cunt to both audience and viewers at home. It is wet.
Ms Ciccone has become extremely aroused by the sight of
her rival's humiliation. It seems Madonna enjoys a
spot of S & M - the prospect that she was next has got
her juices well and truly flowing. I don't disappoint
- indeed, such a slut deserves an even greater
spanking.
When I finish, even the mighty Madonna has been reduced
to tears by my sheer brutality. Her ass is raw and
bleeding - a situation I exacerbate by applying a
copious quantity of salt. Britney is by now absolutely
petrified. Still feeling the throbbing of her own
skin, she fears a resumption now that Madonna has been
broken. In the end, I elect to be generous. I do not
spank her further - instead I throw my pets into the
audience...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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