This has been heavily rewritten to do Ms Jolie justice. Hope you
enjoy.....
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 dejanews 'celebfuck'
Comments and suggestions for future stories always welcome!
It's your suggestions that keep me writing..........
abeelzebub@hotmail.com
Starfuck: Angelina Jolie
by Mephistopheles
MC, MF, FF, CELEB
This one's not entirely my own work. It owes much to an
anonymously published story - 'The Blackmailed Wife'. When I saw
the torments ushered upon the hapless heroine therein, I couldn't
help but sample; this scenario seemed a suitable punishment for the
cock-teasing Ms Jolie. Many thanks to the writer of the
aforementioned tale - hope you feel I've done your ideas
justice.......
The Hollywood system is made for men like me. Male leads are
two-a-penny, providing more than adequate material for even the most
talentless, uncharismatic 'star' to carve out a substantial career.
But for an actress - even the most talented / good-looking -
opportunities are slim, good roles are fleeting; leaving just crumbs
for the rest......
Which is where I come in. Such an environment makes it rather
simple to lure even the hottest actresses into my den. It is a
simple matter to set up a mousetrap - a sure-fire critical smash
fronted by a woman - then merely a matter of waiting for my prey to
step right in. Angelina Jolie is hot in every possible sense. Not
only
blessed with looks to die for (lips, hips and tits - what a
combination), she can also act. A rare female star whose talent
actually extends beyond her cleavage. In addition, Ms Jolie is in
possession of a seriously attractive attitude - this is not your
conventional Hollywood bimbo. Jolie has it all; talent, brains and
beauty. As such, she has swiftly become one of the most sought
after properties in Hollywood. All that is missing is the smash
commercial hit that will catapult her into the highest echelons of
the Hollywood pay bracket. Even with her artistic sensibilities, it
has got to annoy a woman like her that less talented bitches are
able to command four or five times her current salary. Thus,
Angelina is looking for a role that will prove both critically and
commercially successful - a role that will propel her into the
nation's zeitgeist. Which is where I come in.....
I have let it be known that I have the hottest script of the
year in my possession. An easy matter to arrange. A brief
handshake with the right people and they are quickly to be heard
talking in hushed tones about 'the new Gone with the Wind'.
Naturally, such talk swiftly brings a queue of the most adored
actresses in Hollywood clamouring for an audition - why chase when
one can arrange to have the finest veal brought directly to your
door?
Of course, no such script exists. Oh, I do have a project in
mind - one that will indeed catapult Jolie into the national
zeitgeist - it's just not the one she thinks. But, I can guarantee
that our collaboration will bring Angelina her biggest audience to
date.......
My coup de grace is to publicly shortlist my candidates down to two
- Angelina Jolie and Catherine Zeta Jones. Two very different stars
- hardly likely to be regular competitors for the same role.
However, for the show I have in mind, each is more than adequately
advantaged.
There was never any real competition. Jolie was always my
target - Catherine just made her capture all the more fun. You see,
Ms Zeta Jones fell prey to my 'charms' some time ago. Since that
time, she has systematically been fucking her way to the top of the
Hollywood ladder - her startling lack of acting talent making it all
too clear why her star is in the ascendancy. To imply that Angelina
might lose the role to such a talentless slut was a supreme insult -
one I knew all too well that she would not be able to resist.
The meeting was arranged to take place at my London based
Hellfire Club. The fact that Jolie was willing to travel from the
US to take part in this 'audition' only serves to show how fully she
has taken the bait. In the end, only the three of us are present;
Angelina, Catherine and myself.
My prey is quite stunning in person - classily choosing to
underplay her fantastic figure in jeans and sweater. Evidence of
her desire to be taken not as a sex symbol, but as a serious
actress. Of course, she is still undeniably fuckable. I have taken
her away from the shoot of 'Pushing Tin' - a mediocre script,
enlivened only by Jolie's presence in the role of a cheap white
trash wife. Therefore, her look is still unmistakably from that
film - her black hair for once flowing long and straight. Her face
is striking; flawless skin, full red lips, intelligent eyes. I
shall enjoy breaking her to my will. By contrast with Angelina's
subtlety, Zeta Jones' clothes are designed to bring her figure to
the fore - an extremely tight red dress; low cut to reveal some
tasty cleavage, slashed to the waist to display delicious leg. Of
course, Catherine did not get the luxury of choosing her own style -
her outfit was carefully selected to highlight her sensuality. This
is the second part of my strategy. After all, Angelina Jolie has
been rather vocal about her sexual preferences - Zeta Jones is the
bait to temp this notorious bisexual.
Having established contact, I restrict myself solely to probing
Jolie's mind for her thoughts about her glamorous rival. Sure
enough, beside the expected scorn for Catherine's lack of talent, is
an arousal at how damn fuckable the English woman looks. It seems
Ms Jolie has a secret desire to punish this particular English Rose
- to bend her into subservience; ironically, exactly the treatment I
have in store for them both. Having uncovered this desire, I see it
as only fitting to give it a gentle prod - a helping hand in making
those wishes come true. In practise, the effect of my manipulation
is apparent only in Angelina's intoxication - it is as if she has
consumed a bottle of wine - slightly inebriated, free of
inhibitions. Catherine, for her part, obediently responds to my
unspoken commands - giving every outward sign of welcoming Jolie's
advances.
Thus, with our meeting finished, I slip into the back-ground,
ushering my guests to the dancefloor. They do not disappoint.
After a suitably slow (not to mention dirty) dance, they lock lips.
Freed from such concerns as her reputation, Angelina takes the lead;
sucking her companion's tongue with evident relish.
To cut a long story short (for, after all, this is but a
prelude to the main tale of Angelina's public humiliation), my
puppets end up in bed - all of which is captured by the numerous
hidden cameras that litter the suite. This little connection will
provide an adequate teaser on my internet site - serving to more
than adequately advertise the forthcoming event. Angelina looks
very appetising in the nude; large tits, a thin waist, bee-stung
lips, immaculate legs and a nicely trimmed bush - currently a shade
lighter than her hair. Very
appetising - a sight that suitably whets my appetite for the main
course. Incidentally, my favourite of their numerous positions is
the 69 - where their prolonged assault on each other's boxes brings
them to simultaneous orgasm; upon which, Angelina obediently slips
into
unconsciousness.......
She wakes into a nightmare. Allow me to explain the delicious
intricacies of her position. She has been stripped nude and lain
face down on a specially adapted dentist's chair. Angelina
straddles the rubber contour couch as if it were a horse - ankles
firmly secured in a pair of leather stirrups, as each leg is pressed
into specifically designed grooves. Her arms are pulled tightly
behind her back, wrists cuffed and joined by a chain hung from the
ceiling - a position that forces her nice full chest to stand to
attention. Further leather straps secure the remainder of her
person - thighs, waist and neck. A leather bond is wrapped firmly
around her brow, and, via an attachment to her waist, is drawn
tight, pulling her head back and up. This latter bondage has two
purposes; firstly, it ensures that her generous cleavage is on show;
secondly, it forces her to stare directly into the vast array of
mirrors that surround her person - giving her an ideal view of the
horrors I am to commit upon her perfect, and oh so helpless
form..........
Given her predicament, I magnanimously decide to allow my guest full
control of her own mind. Her response is fairly predictable - if
muffled. I seem to have neglected to mention the large black dildo
currently filling her mouth and throat with nine inches of hard,
thick, ribbed rubber. She looks so cute; those perfect lips
stretched to the full - and is quite helpless to save herself. The
bondage is just too tight; she is unable to move her torso more than
a few millimetres. Furthermore, the dildo is secured to a robotic
arm, holding it, and, by association, her head, resolutely in
position. Thus, poor little Angelina can do no more than gag and
drool around her oral invader. Still, she looks quite adorable; eyes
stretched wide with horror and fear. Not quite so plucky any
more.......
Unable to do anything else, her eyes focus upon the wall of
mirrors that surround her. Facing this image, the precariousness of
her position gradually sinks in. In particular, her eyes make
horrified contact with the contraption at the rear of the couch - a
pair of steel rods; connected to a motor on the floor. Both rods
are threaded; designed to allow the fixing of certain attachments.
But that is for later. First, the foreplay.......
TWACK!!!!
The riding crop slices through the air and connects
satisfyingly upon Angelina's buttocks. Even through her thick
rubber gag, Jolie's squeal of pain is audible. It only serves to
heighten my pleasure. Soon, the crop is whipped back down again.
And again. Small red whelts develop over her divine posterior;
symbols of a physical pain to match the spiritual anguish. However,
I am not quite finished with my whip just yet......
With a flick of a button on the remote control (brandished
boastfully in front of her face), the couch begins to move,
adjusting its angle and taking Angelina with it. Her legs, fastened
down on either side of her, revolve so that the feet point inwards
towards each other. Combined with the alteration in the seat's
angle, this
stretches her further and further; twisting her hind quarter until
the walls of her narrow pink slit are hoisted in the air - forced
open through the pressure. She is now fully exposed; sloping
upwards from her head to ass, so that her rear is raised almost
ludicrously into the air.
Having forced her into the exact position that I require, I
take my time - circling her helpless form like a ravenous hyena. I
am ravenous; eager to ravage this starlet cunt. However, first
things first. Without further warning, I slice the riding crop down
onto her oh so vulnerable pussy lips. Satisfyingly, this act causes
Jolie to shriek with pain - leaving her lips a rich ruby red;
perfect for salting. Luckily (or rather through the benefits of
meticulous
advanced planning) I have a solution already prepared. Waving the
transparent beaker in front of her tear stricken eyes, its
appearance gives no indication of the torture it will inflict. It
looks just like water - the large quantity of salt contained within
has dissolved into invisibility. However, its presence is all too
readily felt..... Using a pair of fingers, I smear the solution onto
her oh so
raw cunt lips. The effect is instantaneous; even through the dildo
cock, Angelina begins to howl. The pain must be incredible,
unimaginable - but the sound of her screaming is more than
satisfactory. I soon give her something to take her mind off the
burn of the
salt - lashing the whip down onto her flesh again. This cycle
continues for a time - lash followed by solution followed by lash.
To Ms Jolie's credit, she never stops screaming.....
Eventually, I put the riding crop away - as a man must finally
do with all childish things. Enough preamble. I have rather more
impressive toys to play with. And I can't wait to introduce them to
Angelina's helpless form......
"Time to make a choice."
My words force her attention away from her pain. Her eyes
focus upon my opening of a mahogany box. Contained within are an
enviable collection of dildos - over twenty phalluses of various
shapes and sizes; some rubber, others metal. Teasingly, I conduct a
laboured selection process, before settling for the obvious choice -
the
largest, sixteen inches of thick black rubber.
"How's this? Do you approve? Should make quite a dent in your
little belly."
"Nohh! Dohnt plhhesh! Ooo bggg!"
"Guess who?" I force the phallus under her nose; forcing her to
smell an unmistakable fragrance - the cunt of its former
victim. "No? No idea? Hmm, perhaps this will elaborate." With an
exaggerated gesture, I activate the tv screens. The
wall of mirrors surrounding my helpless prey instantly begins to
replay the required image. In seconds, Angelina's eyes are fixed on
the screen - held in horror by the image displayed thereon.
"Recognise her now, huh? Yeah, course you do. After all, you were
lapping that cunt yourself not so long ago......"
The mirror screens show Catherine Zeta Jones attached to the
very same couch upon which Angelina finds herself. She is dressed
in the skin-tight hotpants she wore so memorably in 'Entrapment' -
although a hole has been created in the fabric through which to
access her cunt. And boy, is it being accessed.....
Before Angelina's increasingly horrified eyes, Ms Zeta Jones is
fucked by the machine - the mechanical arm acting like a piston;
plunging the thick dildo in and out of her helpless snatch.
Catherine's position is a mirror image of Angelina's - strapped
down, stretched into an alien (not to mention completely exposed)
position; the only difference is that Catherine is actually feeling
the machine in action. Angelina can now have little doubt about the
fate that awaits her.
Appropriately, she begins to struggle anew. "Noh! Noh! Uvve gut
oo let eee gooo...." However, the bonds more than adequately absorb
her struggles; just as the dildo lodged in her throat muffles her
protest.
On the screen, events are approaching a climax. And they are
not alone. Catherine throws her head as far back as her bonds will
allow and gives out a guttural shriek. Instantly, she begins to
come - fluid oozing out from between her legs. However, it brings
no
respite. The machine does not tire. It does not weaken. It just
fucks. Relentlessly........
With another swift motion, I revert the screens back to simple
mirrors. Angelina is now confronted by the true precariousness of
her position - her eyes drawn with increasing horror to the metallic
arm poised threateningly behind her all too exposed cunt.
"By the time I switched my toy off, Catherine's mind was
shattered. She was begging for me to continue. Begging to be
fucked by this machine. And she was just like you. So deliciously
defiant. I broke her. Do you really think you can resist?"
She responds predictably - ushering a string of muffled
obscenities. A smile crosses my lips. Good. I am glad she still
has her spirit. It will make her defeat all the more satisfying.
However, the moment I step around to her rear, her demeanour
changes.
"Noh! Nooh!" Struggle though she might, she is unable to escape -
all she achieves is an aesthetically pleasing squirming motion.
"Pleesh. Yoh cahnt. Ist ooo bihg!"
"Come, come. False modesty surely." Slowly, making sure she sees
every nuance, I attach the dildo to the higher of the two
rods. "A slut like you must have swallowed some real monsters in
your time. Or are all directors midgets?"
Having fixed the rod, I step back before using the remote to
usher the cock into motion. With an all to audible whirring, the
attachment begins to rotate; spinning like an automatic drill. It
looks menacing - even to me. Imagine how much more terrifying it
must be to have this evil contraption spring to life only inches
from your exposed cunt.....
"Pleeesh." Tears flow down Angelina's pretty face. "Pleeesh, dohnt
doe thish. Plesh. Eyl doe angytyng....."
"Yes, I know you will. Let's get you a little
more.....comfortable."
Another button twists her body's position yet again. She is
swiftly stretched even further - a motion that opens her cunt up to
its furthest width. Any more and the poor girl will tear.
Having worked her into position thus, another button brings the cock
forward - still spinning and whirring threateningly - until its tip
is barely a millimetre from the lips of her cruelly stretched
vagina; poised for the assault.
At this point, Angelina is visibly trembling. She knows it is
about to begin. Teasingly, I keep her waiting; leaning over her
prone form and attaching a pair of rubber suction cups to her
nipples. These cups are connected to long hollow tubes, protruding
from the couch itself. As this cool rubber connects with her
sensitive skin, Angelina immediately tenses; attempting to draw away
from this new invasion. The bonds hold her tight.
Her muffled voice is etched with puzzlement - it is a feeling I will
soon allay. However, for now I simply sit down behind her raised
buttocks - providing a perfect view of the skewering to come.
Slipping into her mind, I savour the waves of shame and humiliation
that coarse through her being. As if my presence were not bad
enough, she is being filmed by an array of video cameras - her
humiliation is being
broadcast live onto the web for free access throughout the world.
This is the truly global performance she had so longed for.......
"Now, my little starlet. Lets get you in the mood."
Angelina gasps through her gag as the cups around her nipples
begin a gentle sucking motion. Simultaneously, the couch begins to
vibrate. Her nipples immediately harden under this attention -
goose bumps issuing across her skin. A further instruction causes
the cock to commence a rhythmic vibration; its up and down motion
running along the very edges of her vagina - teasing her beyond
endurance.
Her nerves are rapidly shredded. Violent shudders tear through her
person. The intensity of these sensations is increased by the
ridgity of her position - just about the only response she is
capable of is the squirming of her toes; helpless before this
unexpected assault.
My microphone - buried within the thick dildo lodged in her
throat - captures her moan and broadcasts it through loudspeakers;
an audible sign of her weakness. Beneath this titillating assault
her body is weakening. My cameras capture it all; eyes screwed
tightly together, fighting with all her strength, praying that her
body will not betray her. Sadly, Ms Jolie has always enjoyed sex
games - often getting a thrill from her own helplessness. Well, she
has never been so helpless. Her skin glistens with sweat from the
strain. I can taste her capitulation, but the viewers will need
this fact reiterated. "You like that, don't you? Yeah, course you
do. What a good little slut. Bet you want to cum for us all here
and now, don't you? Well, lets see what we can do."
Angelina's moaning becomes loader as I viciously increase the
speed of the 'sucking'. Her ripe, full breasts dance helplessly
before the machine's vibrations. Despite herself, she is enjoying
this. Time for the main event....
Another button suddenly plunges the dildo through her portal -
even through the gag, she issues a howl at this intrusion.
"NNNNUNNUUUHH!"
Steadily, I move more and more of its length into her stretched
cunt. Four. Five. Six inches. Soon, she is screaming, begging me
to stop, tears streaming down her cheeks. But the incursions keep
coming, relentless - boring further and further into her completely
exposed canal. With the added pain in her back from this cruel
position, she is helpless but to moan and plead through her gag for
mercy - every muffled word of which is humiliatingly broadcast
through speakers for net consumption........
"UUUUH! Purleash! Stoppp, youhr khillin meee! ARGGHH!
Noouuuugh...." Having bored half of its length into her canal, the
phallus
stops just as suddenly as it started. However, Angelina has no time
to grow accustomed to its intrusion - almost immediately, it begins
to vibrate; teasing anew the walls of her tightly stretched cunt.
"NNNUUUNUUHHhmmmhhmmuuushh......"
Her voice, muffled as it is, comes in little screams. At this
point, the cock squirts a solution into her passage - a chilli
solution. Immediately, her screams raise by a further octave -
music to my ears. No sooner has she begun to grow accustomed to
this new pain, than my toy's penetration increases - added by this
new
lubrication fluid. Her pain is immense - it feels as if she is
being split in two. The huge, unbending cock surges on - no longer
moving forward, but expanding; and dragging with it the walls of her
already over-stretched walls. Angelina's eyes are still shut tight
- a visual indicator of an internal battle. Lewd sensations are
ripping through her helpless body; waves of pleasure forcing their
way through her being. Although she fights with all of her
strength, it is quite useless. The machine is unrelenting; teasing
breasts and cunt
remorselessly. In the end, it is the very thought of her sheer
helplessness that weakens her resolve - Jolie has long had a
reputation for enjoying the rough stuff......
An excited moan escapes those gorgeously stretched lips - and
is immediately broadcast to the wanking millions watching on the
Net. The significance is not lost - it is an act of submission; she
is mine to do with as I wish. Even without my mental influence,
Angelina Jolie has lost control of her own body. At last, this
proud young bitch is completely at my mercy; nothing less than
complete degradation will satisfy me now.
The array of cameras catch the moment - the moment that,
involuntarily, her buttocks begin a slight rotating motion; as much
as they are able through her bondage. As we watch, her cheeks begin
to move - hollowing in rhythm to the throbs of her mechanical lover.
She is sucking the dildo in her mouth. Time to make her realise
her humiliation;
"That's it, my little fuck bunny. Suck that cock. You like that,
huh? Don't you?" I tease, relishing her capitulation. ""Yes. You
like your new lover. We can all see that." With a sudden burst of
movement, I pluck the dildo from her mouth - leaving her gasping for
air. "Tell me. Tell us how much you like it."
"Fuck you," Her voice is quiet, hoarse from the abuse. "Fuck you,
you sick bastard!"
My response, other than laughter, is to jab at the controls;
ushering another spasmodic throb through the rubber.
"NOOOHH!" She groans, her body betraying her. Gripping the back of
her head, I swiftly thrust the dildo back down her throat, waiting
until she is choking on the thick rubber before stopping the
descent.
"Not ready to submit yet, my dear? Maybe you need a little more
persuading?"
"Neew. Purleesh. Doenht!" Her long dark hair flows from side to
side as she implores; begging me to stop. Sadly for Ms Jolie, I am
an expert at exquisite sexual torture, and this couch is my ultimate
tool. I play with her squirming, writhing body as a master plays
his violin. I can produce the sounds of pleasure and pain at will;
a wail of joy from a sudden throb of the embedded cock, a whine of
pain from an extra excruciating suck of a nipple. The moans of my
shackled starlet become more desperate with every teasing pulse.
She is
becoming frustrated. Wantonly, she attempts to push back against
the instrument digging into her rear. Well, if it's added depth
that she wants.....
A flick of a switch allows the cock to commence its journey to
Angelina's belly. Appropriately, her howls begin anew....
"AAARGGHHH! Ho pleesh, pleesh. Od Oooohhh....."
The cock swiftly forces some fourteen inches into her snatch.
It must be excruciating - she lies there, helpless, a pig on a spit.
No sooner has this depth been reached, then I press another button.
This time the cock does not just go deeper or pulse, it begins to
work its way back and forth; pulling out to six inches, then
thrusting back to twelve. It is fucking her.
"UHUHUHUHUH OHH OHH OHHHH!"
Her eyes open through the mixture of pain and pleasure - as a
result, she is confronted by the sight of her degradation; a vast
black dildo pummelling her hot box without remorse. The tears flow
once more from her eyes. The humiliation is too much, but, more to
the point, she is rapidly approaching climax......
"ARHHHH! HU HU HU HUH UHHUH! ooooOOOOO OW NOOOOO!"
Her voice turns into a howl of sheer frustration. With callous
disregard for her approaching orgasm, I bring the machine to a full
halt. She has no resistance left. She's right on the edge -
teetering on the brink of a climactic orgasm. The fire in her belly
is
uncontrollable - she is screaming for release from this excruciating
agony. This time she will beg me to finish fucking her......
"PLEESH! Pleesh, ooh plees- downt top pleesh....."
"What was that, Angelina? Are you trying to say something?"
"Pleesh," Her face blushes with shame, but she says it anyway.
"Pleesh, downt top. Eye wont ewe oo uck mee....." "Louder. Say it
louder. We all want to hear you."
"PLEESH UCK MEEE!"
Without further words, I start the machine. It instantly
resumes its savage assault on her cunt.
"NUH NUH NOOO! OWNT OOOH uh uh uh uh uuuuhh OOH! AAHH!
AAHHH....!"
Once again, I pull the dildo from her mouth - this time she
barely notices. With rapid pace, she is approaching climax - this
only gives her the freedom to release her lewd pleading. Nothing
matters anymore; pride, dignity, career. Succumbing, Angelina
begins to blurt out all the filthy, vile words that she knows......
"God! Don't stop! Give it to me....Yes. Yes. Yessh! Fuck me!
OOH....Ohh, yeah....fuck me...fuck me....FUCK ME! FUCK MEEE!"
Her submission is all the sweeter for the fact that she is
still in command of her own thoughts. I am not forcing her to say
this. If she had the strength, she could still resist. But she
doesn't. She gives in; abandons her pride and begs to be fucked
like the whore she is. By giving in, she shows to the millions
eagerly watching this broadcast just what a slut she really is......
I increase the speed. It is quite a sight - the machine
pistons the cock back and forth into her cunt with brutal intensity.
Her pain is considerable; it feels as if her body is being torn in
two. Yet she still begs for more.....
Angelina's mouth opens and closes like a goldfish. Her body is in a
state of shock - a quite natural response to the trunk like rod
assaulting her belly. This is a woman who gets severely turned on
by personal pain. Before I am done, she'll experience
multiples...... "Ooohhh, yesh! Yessss! You're so goood! So good!
Much
better than Jonny! Don't stop....don't stop...don't ever stop! OH!
Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEE!!"
The point of complete capitulation. Angelina betrays her
husband in front of watching (and no doubt wanking) millions - with
no prompting from me. I truly have uncovered a complete slut. She
no longer cares. All that matters is that she cums. Well, lets see
what we can do......
The couch begins to rotate up and down; sending Angelina's
quivering buttocks high into the air like a jockey on a
thoroughbred. The thick cock continues to pound her cunt with strong
mechanical thrusts - issuing the moist sound of sexual intercourse
throughout the chamber.
Angelina groans out her submission to the lewd sensations
pulsing through her body. Her toes curl (one of the few movements
she is able to effect in her captive state) slightly against the
balls of her feet as she is bucked up and down, sucked and fucked
like a
helpless slave by the driving machine. She is being publicly
debased; treated like a common whore. And she loves every second.
Angelina Jolie - the hottest young prospect in Hollywood - is being
fucked senseless by a machine. And is loving every second. She
longs for complete destruction - to be fucked so hard that she can
never walk again. Sweat drips from her straining face;
"OOOOhhh! F-fuck me! Fuck me good. Fuck me hard!"
Her voice has become a chant - yelled out from between those
perfectly bee-stung lips. How many men have longed to plunge their
cocks between those perfect lips? Hundreds? Thousands? Millions?
I bet every man watching / wanking would love to get Angelina-cock
sucker- Jolie to wrap her lips around his member. I live to fulfil
those fantasies....
I step in front of her helpless form, unzipping my flies.
Taking her cheeks in my hands, I force her to look into my eyes -
there is no mercy.
"Suck it."
My hands tangle themselves in her hair - long dark locks grown
for her role as the sluttish wife in 'Pushing Tin' - providing a
certain leverage to ensure compliance. A brutal tug causes her to
gasp with pain - providing a perfect opening. With undisguised
eagerness, I thrust forward, forcing my instrument into her mouth.
Can you imagine the sensation? The feeling of Angelina Jolie
gagging on your helmet? Absolute bliss......
I begin to undulate my hips - hitting time with the machine
gorging out my pet from the rear. I never fully withdraw, always
leaving at least an inch inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
Harder and harder, I fuck her face - doing my best to come
head-to-head with the invader raping her belly. My hands hold her
in position (for symbolic purposes only - her bonds ensure that she
cannot escape); her coughs, gags and splutters merely serving to
heighten my pleasure. Given that she is such a sadomasochistic slut,
it is hardly
surprising that her complete helplessness and debasement swiftly
brings Angelina to the verge of orgasm. She responds by licking and
sucking with renewed vigour - quite the pro.
"UUUHHH AHHyeeshhh!"
As she hits orgasm, she moans audible around my cock. Her
relief is palpable - tears of relief flow unrestricted from her
eyes. This is the final straw. Thrusting my way deep into her
throat - forcing her nose into my pubic hair - I begin to shoot my
juice into her throat. Angelina gulps it down - an automatic
response after years of practise......
Two minutes later, I have switched the machine off. The dildo
is still embedded deep in her cunt, but, for now, it is still.
Angelina lies exhausted, eyes closed and breathing deeply. She
thinks the worst is over. How little she suspects.....
Selecting a second dildo from the box - a long metallic number - I
stealthily attach it to the second rod. It now hovers threateningly
behind her prostrate form. Any guesses where it's going to go....?
Stepping back to her front, I quickly force the gag back down
her throat - waiting for her to choke on its length before securing
it to the waiting robotic arm. I now step back to savour the view.
Angelina Jolie lies skewered between two cocks - one in her mouth,
the other in her cunt. More immediately exciting is the third
member - poised directly behind her arse. She is spread wide - her
buttocks forced apart by the angle of the couch. There is nothing
to stop this cock's descent. I wait until I am sure that Angelina
has fully
registered her predicament, then I throw the switch.....
"NOH OHHH EASE NOH Arggghh!"
Without even a pause to consider her sentiments, the metallic
monster plunges into her anus - forcing its way into her tight
little shitter. Angelina screams her protest through the gag. What
do you know, it seems Ms Jolie was an anal virgin....
Futilely, Angelina attempts to clench her cheeks. It is quite
hopeless - her position ensures that her buttocks spread through
gravity. Anyway, it is too late - metal has already pierced her
rim. Equally useless, she attempts to push forward - the only result
of which is to force even more of the cock-gag down her throat. In
the end, all she can do is lie there; submit to her skewering on
three fronts. Indeed, the torment quickly gets worse - I activate
the cock in her cunt to renew its assault once more.
"Oooohh! N-Ohhhh!"
There is nobody to help this poor little starlet. Worse still, she
has the knowledge that millions of surfers around the globe are
currently beating themselves off watching her debasement. The
ultimate live entertainment - celebrity humiliation....
"UHHHHUHHHNNNNARRRHUHUHUHUHOOOHOH UHHH!
She is quite a sight - hung between the three fake cocks - a
delicious pig on a spit. Having reached its full eight inches, her
anal invader is now sawing rhythmically back and forth; bringing
further sobs of pain / pleasure from Angelina's cruelly stretched
lips. The rape of her arse hurts like hell, but Angelina is forced
to endure every last sensation. Gradually, the pain begins to drive
her wild.....
I slip into her mind, eager to savour her pain and humiliation - and
delicious it proves. It feels as if her passage is on fire - her
rectum spasms uncontrollably. Her belly feels so full; she thinks
she's going to burst. And she has a desire to fart - to push this
intruder from her bowels. As the cocks pick up the pace she groans
and convulses. I feel her frustration - she wants to scream out her
pain, but the gag stifles her. She feels an excruciating cocktail
of pain and pleasure as her anus is reamed by the metal monster.
She knows she is going to cum - I feel her self-disgust and loathing
as her body weakens and betrays her.
Stepping back, I observe her orgasm. Thighs trembling, body
spasming from tension and pressure, Angelina begins to cream over
the dildo in her cunt. More than that, she actively begins to push
back against her rear door raiders - an almost minuscule motion, but
enough for my array of cameras to catch and relay. Her complete
capitulation is instantly shown all over the world.
I slip in front of her and begin to wank myself off just inches from
her face. With a quick motion, I disconnect the gag - freeing her
airways once again.
"Stick your tongue out, Angelina. That's it, whore, right out - as
far as it can go."
Angelina is too far gone to argue. She thrusts her tongue out
from between those perfect lips and begins to lap at my cock like an
exquisite ice cream. She is very noisy - in those moments that the
auditorium is not filled with the sound of her orgasmic moans (she
has just had her third in the space of two minutes - and still the
machine pursues her relentlessly), the sound of her slurping and
lapping fills the airways.
Thrusting her ass as far back as possible, Angelina screams out her
primal pleasure - that's number four. This does it for me; with a
grunt of approval I blast across her pleasure stricken face.
Angelina goes cross eyed watching my spunk splatter her face - a
delightful sight. Thrusting forward, I quickly fill her mouth;
emptying my load down her throat. Choking, she is forced to swallow
my fresh seed - a taste she will soon grow quite accustomed to. I
have many nights of pleasure in store for this little veal - and,
amid my pleasure, I am sure I will be able to indulge her bisexual
tastes. There are numerous young starlets I look forward to pairing
her with. Yes, I shall enjoy my new pet......
However, it is time to give her a rest. This fucking has
driven her to the brink of complete collapse. A button on the
remote ushers a short electric current through the metal dildo -
momentarily frying her bowels. When the shock passes, she has
slumped into
unconsciousness. No harm has been done. I have no intention of
damaging such valuable merchandise just yet.
With her long black hair soaked with sweat, Angelina's features are
partially obscured. However, after the events of tonight, nobody is
going to forget Ms Angelina Jolie ever again......