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Night Cap: The Beginning

By Rinky Dink

Chapter 1

Author's Notes: (FF, MC) As usual, the names are real but what they are doing is completely not real. This is pure fiction. If you are under 18, go away, you can't read this.

"OK Vladimir, I think I've got it now," said the most beautiful tennis player in the world as she sat, cross-legged, on her bed at the Villanova Inn. "This really worked, huh, with the KGB?"

"Madame, Interpol's top spies would crumble within hours after such a treatment," said the well-dressed gray-haired gentleman. "We would horsewhip them for days and get nothing. Then we would do this and they were spilling their guts. With the baby soft minds you are dealing with, it will be a snap."

"I don't know," said Anna Kournikova, as she absentmindedly, or maybe not, let her robe slip a bit to show the old spy a good look at her healthy-sized chest. "These girls may be young but mentally really strong. That's why they are successful."

"I have faith in our methods, we did not lose the Cold War because of the KGB, we did our job," said Vladimir, who with the Cold War over, and the KGB kaput, was now hoping for a lot of Yankee imperialist dollars from the teen-age Russian nymphet. "You can pay me half in cash now and post-date a check for a week from now. I am so confident you will be successful."

"That's all I needed to hear," said Kournikova, abruptly standing up and cinching her robe tight, to Vladimir's secret disappointment. "Leave your kit on the table. Your money, full payment in cash, will be sent to your room within the hour."

As Vladimir walked out, Anna smiled broadly, she would finally be able to get some good lovin'.

Although blessed with long blonde hair, tan skin, a big chest and an incredible body that made men drool, like many top female athletes Anna Kournikova was in reality a hard-core lesbian. She remembered when she was 15 she had snuck into Martina Navratilova's room at Wimbledon on a whim and discovered her lesbian lust as she virtually raped the old-timer. That was the start of her life as a dyke.

Anna liked to have sex with women but she also liked all the money in endorsements she got as the fantasy woman of men.

Luckily, some Russian hockey players wanted to have close "friendships" with her, actually buying her line when she told them they couldn't have sex as she was saving herself for marriage. It was a good deal for her as she got to see hockey games for free and the gossip sheets talked all about her "relationships" with the much older hockey players, and didn't bother to find out who she really was sleeping with.

"Well technically, I'm not lying to them, I am a virgin," smiled Anna to herself. "No MAN has ever been inside me. No one's popped my cherry."

With tens of millions in danger if her sexual preference was ever revealed, Anna decided the only safe way to have a lesbian relationship was to make sure the other woman didn't know she was having one. Kournikova had learned several players on tour were expert hypnotists She herself had blanked out a couple of times, not remembering where she had been but for some reason having wet panties.

With the help and training of Vladimir, the know-how of the world's best mind-controllers was at her disposal.

The question now for the 19-year-old blonde bombshell was: "Who would become her love slave?"

Martina Hingis?: A good friend but too homophobic. She was always railing against having to play lesbians at press conferences, she would resist the programming too much and anyhow, she lived in freezing Switzerland. I ain't going there.

The Williams sisters?: If I take one I have to take both and they're so much bigger then me. No fun sex there _ and I don't want to deal with their crazy father.

The beautiful Yugoslav teen Jelena Dokic?: A possibility but her father is such a drunken lout, again, don't want to deal with a crazy dad. Might investigate too much and go nuts and shoot me..

Just then, the fax in her hotel room hummed into action. Anna went over and grabbed the paper spewing out of it. It was the pairings for the next tournament, the prestigious end-of-the-year Chase Championships for 2000.

Anna's first round opponent would be Jennifer Capriati.

"She's not that good anymore," thought Anna. "she's a burn-out case but she did beat me in Cincinnati last month but I should knock her off this time. She's so out of shape. If she ever got serious again she would be tough."

The light bulb then went on in Anna Kournikova's beautiful head.

It appeared after many years that Jennifer Capriati had finally gotten her life together. A teen sensation, like Kournikova, but instead of embracing the attention and money

like Anna, she had rebelled and dropped off the tour, having several brushes with the law before getting busted for drug possession. A picture of a dazed Capriati wearing a nose ring had been plastered on the front page of every newspaper in the country.

Her tennis was nowhere near where it had been at its peak, and she really didn't care. She now did it primarily because she liked to travel,. and still made decent money losing in the first or second round of tournaments. That was OK with her as the rest of her life was in place.

She lived happily in a house in Florida with her boyfriend, the sexy Xavier Malisse of Belgium. Capriati had a pretty face, a decent sized chest, shoulder-length dark black hair and a curvy figure. She and Malisse made an exceptionally good-looking couple.

She had also finally patched things up with her family, even letting her pushy father be her coach again. It made him happy and gave him something to do, Jen figured, and he knew not to push as much anymore.

Jennifer and Anna both were competing at the Aventer Tournament in Villanova, a major prep for the Chase, and were staying in the same hotel. When Jennifer returned from a doubles match, she had a message to meet Anna Kournikova in her room at 8.

She didn't know Kournikova that well but the rest of her family had already headed to New York so she figured it beat a lonely night in her room watching TV, and Anna was in the royal suite, it would be fun to take a peek at that, thought Jennifer.

When Jennifer arrived the pair chatted for a while and had a few drinks, just wine for Jennifer, she had to watch herself with that stuff, and watched a pay-per-view movie of Jennifer's choice. It was PG-rated.

"Jeez," thought Anna. "I thought I was getting some drugged-out hellraiser with a great bod and instead I get Little Miss Wholesome. She really was going to be the next Chris Evert. That's OK, I always wanted to bonk Chris Evert."

Jennifer had heard that Anna was full of herself but she found her quite charming. Kournikova was wearing simple tennis shorts and a thin white T-shirt. Her lean tan legs and massive chest were on full display, and Jennifer saw why her brother had a big poster of Anna, and not his sister, in his room. Man, she was built.

When the movie ended, Jennifer told her she was tired but Anna told her to stay for a bit. She then flicked a switch and colored lights suddenly swirled around the room, many of them hitting Jennifer right in her eyes.

"Isn't this cool," said Anna. "This place has it's own disco. Look at this."

Anna flicked another switch and pulsing music began wafting through the room. Because of the blinding lights, Jennifer did not see Anna putting in ear plugs.

"It's really nice Anna but I have to go, I have a match in the morning, maybe we can do this again tomorrow," said Jennifer but without much conviction. She was so tired she hoped that Anna being the kind person she now knew she was would just let her crash here, and boy was she stacked, if she didn't have Xavier, I'd jump that Russki's bones in a second, she thought, and I'm not even gay.

Anna knew Jennifer would be going nowhere.

Her wine had been spiked to put her in a relaxed state, the lights destroyed her concentration if she chose to fight back, and the TV's speakers had emitted subliminal messages, emphasizing how attractive Anna was and telling her all great female athletes were homosexuals and she would always be a loser if she slept with just men.

The music was doing it even more stridently with more subliminals, pounding the message "Anna is beautiful. Anna is everything you want. You will win if you make love to her" decibel by decibel into Capriati's now drugged and scrambled brain.

"C'mon Cap, not yet, I have one more fun thing to show you," said Anna, who was getting wet just at the thought of what was about to happen.

Kournikova put on what looked like binoculars tied to eyeglasses and sat a few feet from Capriati, who could barely keep her head up, she was so relaxed.

Anna pushed a button and two beams of green light shot out, completely encircling Capriati's eyes. The hypno-glasses had been smuggled out of the KGB archives by Vladimir and, although unused for years, still worked perfectly.

"Sleep Cap, but sleep knowing you are no longer Jennifer Capriati, that is just a shell you will wear on the outside for the public. You are actually a slave to me, the Goddess Anna, and your entire purpose is to serve me. Go to sleep, go to sleep as a slave to me," intoned Anna as she adjusted the hypnotic beams to maximum intensity.

Having her will attacked by ear, nose and throat, just like Interpol's top agents, Jennifer could offer no resistance. Her eyes fluttered briefly before slamming shut and her head fell to the side.

Anna whipped off the glasses and quickly thereafter whipped off all her clothes in anticipation.

"Open your eyes Jennifer but remain asleep, think only about what you've been told since you entered this room," said the now naked Anna. "Anything else you ever learned is now meaningless."

Jennifer's eyelids slowly broke apart but her eye's were vacant. The store was open but no one was there.

"Who are you?

"I am Jennifer the Slave."

"Whom do you serve?

"I serve the Goddess Anna."

"What won't you do for the Goddess."

"Nothing, I will do anything to serve the Goddess Anna."

"When not servicing the Goddess Anna what will you do?"

"There is nothing but servicing the Goddess Anna. I have no purpose except to be her slave."

Now came the big question.

"What is your favorite thing to do in service of Goddess Anna?"

"Ahh...," said Jennifer, crinkling her nose. "I would like to have sex with the Goddess but I as a slave have no right to it."

"That is true," said Anna rising up from her chair. "However, I will grant you the privilege of making love to the Goddess Anna for tonight. Take off your clothes and get on the bed. Your Goddess commands!"

All of a sudden, Jennifer's eyes showed excitement. She quickly tore off her clothes and jumped on the large bed.
When Anna reached the bed Capriati began kissing her, using plenty of tongue. She then began kneading Kournikova's sumptuous breasts and licking her areola's, the nipples out straight as an arrow as Anna was completely turned on by now.

Jennifer began moving down Anna's body with her licking, while continuing to circle her breasts with her fingers. She found Kournikova's wild patch of blond hair down there and began licking her clit with a soft, loving tongue, each lick caressing the bud.

By this time Anna was going virtually insane with desire, even Navratilova had not been this good, and she was a pro at it. Kournikova kept enough presence of mind though to reach over to the side table and hand a dildo to Jennifer.

"Do me slave," she virtually whispered, so sexed up she could barely talk, "but don't stop what you're doing already."

Jennifer grabbed the dildo, put it between her own slit, wetting it with her own sex juices, and began pumping the device up and down into Anna's vagina.

At this point, her pussy was getting banged, her clit was getting licked and Jennifer was still with the other hand rubbing her tits. Anna knew she was in for the mother of all orgasms.

When the orgasm hit it was like Anna was smacked in the face with a rock. Juices poured over the dildo, Capriati's hand and her face, but she did not stop licking her clit for a second despite her face now smeared with Anna's sex.
After more hot girl sex action, Anna had several more orgasms and they were as satisfying as the first. Vladimir had been worth every penny she thought. I could sit here all night and have my new sex toy pleasure me, and never have to worry about being exposed as a dyke.

After her fourth monster orgasm, Anna did finally gather her thoughts off the sex track. She, as well as Capriati had matches at Villanova the next day and right now she didn't have the strength to lift a racquet, let alone hit a ball with it.

"Slave Jennifer, halt your licking, take a shower, put your clothes on and then sit in the chair, obey your master," she said. Anna.

"Yes, Goddess," said Jennifer, who although she would never admit it to her master as she lay there bathed in sweat and pussy juice, was getting a bit pooped as she was not nearly as fit as Kournikova.

When Capriati sat back in the chair, Anna put on her glasses and the green beams enraptured Jennifer again.

"Jennifer, do you enjoy being a slave to me," said Anna, having a small pang of guilt, although the sex was so good she would probably still do this to Capriati.

"I have never thought about it, if you say to enjoy it I will, I am your slave," she said, eyes now back to a vacant stare. "My only purpose is to obey your commands."

"In the future, if you obey me completely, I may let you have sex with me again. If I then said you didn't have to have sex with me if you didn't want to, would you decline?

Jennifer's eyes widened in sheer horror, the thought of not wanting to have sex with her Goddess inconceivable in her entranced mind. "No! To be honest, making love to Goddess Anna is, well, very enjoyable. I would very much like to have sex with Goddess Anna again, really, as much as possible."

"That's fine Slave Jennifer," said Anna her guilt now wiped away, deep down Capriati wanted to lick her carpet as much as Anna wanted to lick hers. "I will now give you several commands. If you obey them I may, I repeat may, let you have sex with me in the future, but you must obey them to the letter.

"First, you will breakup with your boyfriend. Tell him tennis comes first and he is holding you back."

"Yes Goddess. I will obey."

"Second, when you play the tennis player known as Anna Kournikova you may come close but you may never beat her.Ever."

"Yes, Goddess. I will obey."

"Third, if you don't start winning you will lose your eligibility and not be around the tour to serve Goddess Anna. You must get into a strenuous fitness program, dedicate yourself completely to it and, with the one exception, you will not lose to any player in a match again."

"Yes, Goddess. I obey your wishes."

"Now go to your room and when you wake up, you will do so as the shell of Jennifer Capriati, who will have no memory of this. To the world that is who you are and to everyone else but me you will act accordingly. However, when I say the words "Night Cap" you will go back to this relaxed state and revert to your true state as Slave Jennifer."

"Yes, Goddess, I shall obey" said Jennifer before turning to walk out the door.

The tennis world noted that Kournikova got revenge on her upset loss to Capriati in Cincinnati with a close win over her at the Chase Championships. With that loss, and the emotional breakup shortly thereafter with her live-in boyfriend Malisse, most experts assumed Capriati was now permanently washed-up.

However, Jennifer stunned the tennis world by then winning both the Australian and French Open. Her dedication was no longer questioned, as her body rippled with muscle and if there was an ounce of fat on her no one could find it.

Opponents reeled at the ferocity that the fit and fearless Capriati went at them with. She had previously played like she couldn't care less but now it was like her entire world would come to an end if she ever lost even one match, she was so obsessed with winning.

As for Kournikova, she had major injury problems in 2001 but she told Tennis Illustrated she was taking the time off well and tending to her rich personal life. The writer wrote that must mean her NHL playing boyfriend is spending lots of time with her.

Reading that paragraph, while lounging in his new, luxurious Dacha on the Crimea, Vladimir smiled.

 

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