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Night Cap: Surprise, Slurrprise

By Rinky Dink

Chapter 2

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.

The Italian temper she got from her father was evident as Jennifer Capriati stormed into the locker room. "I just can't beat her!!!" she screamed to nobody in particular as she hurled a bunch of innocent towels against the wall. After becoming the most spectacular burn-out case in tennis, Capriati in the past year had made a comeback that was judged almost impossible my most tennis experts, having won the Australian and French Open titles and making the semifinals of Wimbledon. Now, in the middle of the U.S. Open final, she was getting her brains beaten in by Venus Williams. She had lost the first set, 6-0, and was down 5-1 in the second set, one game from a humiliating loss in front of a prime-time audience, when a fluke lightning storm had suspended play. To Jennifer, it seemed it was just delaying the inevitable. "Boy, I wish Anna was here," said Jennifer to herself, in a now empty locker area as the other players had bailed out.

Although Anna Kournikova was thought to be an icy bitch by many on the tour, she had been kind to Jennifer as her comeback seemed on the verge of fizzling last year.

She had been especially comforting when, shortly after the two had become friends, Jennifer had a bad breakup with her boyfriend, the really good-looking Belgian Xavier Malisse.

Many people wondered why Capriati would dump such a hunk but it was nobody's business Capriati told anyone who asked.

Before an important match, starting with the Australian Open, Jennifer got into a routine of being with Anna privately for a "pumping up" session to get her mentally ready and it had really helped. After them, Jennifer felt unbeatable.

However, an injury had kept Kournikova out of the U.S. Open so Capriati was on her own.

An official came into the room and told Jennifer play would resume in 30 minutes. She barely heard as by this point she was sobbing uncontrollably into a towel.

Then, a hand touched her shoulder. "Stop crying, you'll win," said an accented voice. Jennifer looked up with red-rimmed eyes to see a gorgeous blonde in her early 20's. It was Anna.

"Russian TV wanted me here to do commentary on the final," said Kournikova. "They flew me in a little while ago and I'm leaving right after the match to go back to foot therapy so I didn't have a chance to tell you I was here."

"I wish you had never come, I stink, she's too big and powerful for me," cried Jennifer. "Help me!"

"Don't worry, I will," said Anna, with a knowing smile coming to her face. "It's time for a Night Cap, Jennifer."

Capriati didn't know why, but as soon as Kournikova said those last words she felt really relaxed. She really had no worries so she might as well go to sleep. The tennis officials would wake her up when it was time to go out on the court again, so she laid down on the bench.

When Jennifer did not know was that, in return for making her a star player, Anna had programmed her to be her secret lesbian lover..

Kournikova was sure several older players had hypnotized her to make love to them at their command.

What was good for the goose was good for the gander, she decided, so she had hired an old KGB agent to teach her mind-control techniques, and selected the bubbly, friendly dark-haired beauty from Florida with the troubled past as her target, implanting the words "Night Cap"as the trigger for falling into a trance state.

"Open your eyes Slave Jennifer, your Goddess is here," said Anna in a calm but firm voice.

Jennifer got up off the bench and stood in front of Anna with a completely blank look on her face. Anna had heard the official before locking the door when he left, she knew she didn't have much time.

"How do you feel Slave Jennifer?" said Anna.

"Not very good Goddess Anna," replied Jennifer in a dull monotone, her eyes staring straight ahead.

"Would allowing a slave like you make love to a Goddess make you happy?"

"Oh yes,", said a suddenly energized Capriati.

"Then do so, slave, and be quick about it," said the woman who was a Goddess to Jennifer in her hypnotized state.

Jennifer eagerly took off Anna's clothes and shed her own sweaty tennis outfit. It was a good thing Anna was an athlete herself as Jennifer virtually leapt at her body, giving her long, drawn-out kisses with plenty of tongue. They then went down to the floor, which was softly carpeted, and Jennifer began kneading Anna's huge breasts while she licked her earlobes like a happy puppy. Anna was getting aroused, and normally she would have Jennifer make love to her for hours in all kinds of positions. Some things Anna made Jennifer do she had learned from Russian peasant women who used their sexual wiles to please Communist officials way back when, but she knew time was short. "Eat me Slave Jennifer but still massage my breasts," ordered Anna. "With each lick you will get more aroused but you may not cum until I say so." Jennifer instantly went down Kournikova's voluptuous body and dove into her blonde tuft, lapping at her slit as juices began trickling out of it, while her arms played with the breasts. Thank goodness she had ordered Jennifer to get into a strict fitness program, thought Anna. Because she had been away for a while, Anna had not enjoyed sex with a woman for a while, so she was getting hot real fast. She could she see sweat pouring off Jennifer's face as it mixed-in with Anna's pussy juices . Finally, Anna could not hold it in anymore: "Cum, slave!":she shouted as Anna's body flopped up and down, her beautiful big breasts bouncing all over the place, as her cum poured all over Jennifer, who did not notice as she writhed in joy with her own orgasm.

After a minute to clear her mind, Anna knew it was time to get to business. She didn't have the talent herself to win a big tournament, as her critics frequently pointed out, but if she could not win a Grand Slam event she would make sure her love toy would.

After getting Jennifer cleaned up and having her put on a fresh dress (the one with the bare midriff, Anna's favorite), Capriati kneeled in front of Anna.

"You are not worthy of making love to a Goddess, you will never make love to me again," intoned Anna..

"No," cried Jennifer, with a look of great distress on her face. "I'm am your slave. I would do anything for you."

"You are not worthy to be my slave," said Anna in a curt tone. "Slaves to the Goddess Anna do not lose tennis matches in her presence. You are losing this match on worldwide TV, embarrassing your Goddess with your performance."

"I'll win, I swear it," said Jennifer. "I would never let down my Goddess. I must have sex with the Goddess."

"Don't say it, do it," said Anna. "Your Goddess commands."

When Venus Williams and Jennifer Capriati retook the court after the delay the match was expected to be over in a matter of minutes. People at the media center were shocked when the translation from the Russian TV feed had Anna Kournikova predicting a Capriati victory.

But Capriati raised her level of play and was able to come back to win the second set. In the third and deciding set, Capriati played every point with incredible determination, as if her very life depended on it, and she rolled over the now-reeling Williams to win the championship.

As Capriati gave a gracious victory speech on the court, veteran tennis announcers came over to congratulate Kournikova on being right when everyone else was wrong. Anna beamed, she was not some blonde bimbo in anyone's eyes now, she was a sharp-eyed expert.

Finally, her Russian TV partner told her they had to leave immediately for the airport to make their flight back to Moscow.

"Ok," said Anna. "but when we get there I want to go to the airport bar. I'm in the mood for a nightcap."

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