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Night Cap: Anna and the Aussies

By Rinky Dink

Chapter 3

Author's Notes: (FF, MC) None of the below is true (except for news flash). None of the characters are real, even ones with real names. This is a work of fiction and due to sexual situation no one under 18 should read this.

The good news for Anna Kournikova was that her foot injury had healed enough where she could go back on the women's tennis tour and enjoy her sex slave, Jennifer Capriati, on a weekly basis. Anna had previously hypnotized Capriati to be her secret lover.

She was tired of going to her "boyfriend's" hockey games and fending off his advances, even if he did make $10 million a year. She had explained to him many times she was a virgin and would not sleep with a man until her wedding night.

Of course, she failed to mention to him that she had no problem sleeping with women, as she was really a lesbian, and that the only marriage she would ever have was maybe one of those funky gay ones they have in Vermont.

Anna's first major tournament since her comeback was the Australian Open. She had been pissed when she ended up having to play No. 6 seed Justine Henin of Belgium in the first round. Henin had blasted her in the Belgian press, calling her an egotistical bitch, but Anna was far too rusty to do anything about it and went down to defeat quickly. However, her luck changed as she and Martina Hingis had gone on to win the doubles championship. Besides the thrill of victory it gave Kournikova a reason to be around the Open for the full two weeks, and that meant two weeks of Capriati licking her snatch whenever she said the hypnotic trigger word "Night Cap" to her, as she became Slave Jennifer to the Goddess Anna. Anna relaxed as she sat in the players box to watch the singles final. Hingis, her doubles partner, was going against Capriati, her slut puppet, so she didn't care who won, it would be a friend either way, not some jerk like Henin. Most of the people in the stands didn't seem to care either who won either. They cared about looking at Anna. A heat wave had hit Sydney that morning and the temperature was near 100 degrees. Anna was wearing a brief beige halter half-top and beige Daisy Duke shorts. Everyone seemed more interested in looking at Anna's beautiful exposed body then the upcoming match.

Anna was in a good mood and basked in the attention, occasionally standing up to "stretch" as the stadium looked like one big saucer of light as numerous flashbulbs went off whenever she did that.

"Martina and Jennifer might be the best players but I'm still the most popular," thought Kournikova to herself. "People would rather look at me just sitting here then watch them play."

The match did little to draw the fans attention away from staring at Anna's hot bod as Hingis was kicking Capriati's butt. Martina won the first set 6-2 and was ahead 4-0 in the second set. Two more games and she would add another championship to her weekend haul.

Capriati was totally distraught. Because Anna had been in the doubles final the night before, she had not had her usual "pumping up" session with Kournikova before the match. Kournikova could see her fragile psyche was about to crumble as she continuously looked up at Anna as Hingis was whipping her.

After losing her fourth straight game in the second set, Capriati asked for a bathroom break. Anna scrambled from her seat and went down to the players lounge. It looked like her love toy was about to have a nervous breakdown.

"I stink, pl-e-a-s-e help me Anna, I'm getting embarrassed by Martina and I know I'm better than her," bawled Capriati in the lounge's ladies room.

Anna could see Jennifer had completely fallen apart.

Since Hingis was so close to wrapping up the championship, she figured she could help Capriati, maybe make her lose by a close score to salvage her self-esteem.

She didn't want Jennifer thinking she should take a break from the tour to put herself together emotionally after a bad beating. Anna had missed out on enough of the girl-girl sex she craved due to the injury.

"Relax Jennifer," said Anna. "have a Night Cap."

Capriati's eyes immediately took on a vacant look and her jaw dropped slightly, leaving her mouth slightly open. Her shoulders slumped a bit and she began to sway a little as Anna's hypnotic programming kicked in and she became her alter ego, Slave Jennifer.

"Slave Jennifer, I have an assignment for you," said Kournikova.

"Yes Goddess Anna, I will eat you out," said Jennifer as she went down on her knees, pulled down Anna's shorts (she was not wearing panties) and buried her face in Anna's blonde tuft as she licked at her nether lips.

This was not what Anna had in mind but she getting pretty turned on as Capriati lapped away at her pussy. However, she knew bathroom breaks were not long and officials would be looking for Capriati very shortly.

"Get up Slave Jennifer, I have a different assignment for you this time," said Anna.

Capriati arose with a look of disappointment.

"The shell you show to the world as Jennifer Capriati has fallen apart. You must go out there Slave Jennifer and try and defeat Martina Hingis yourself," said Anna.

"But doesn't Capriati always play the matches. I just sort of push her in her head to win because you have commanded it. If I'm playing I would much rather lose quickly because then we can sex much faster."

"No, the shell of Jennifer Capriati will be too unhappy if she loses and probably leave the area quickly, and then you will not have a chance to have sex with the Goddess Anna," said Kournikova. "However, if you win the second set, there is a mandatory 15-minute break between sets. You may have sex with the Goddess Anna then. If you lose this set, no sex."

"I obey my Goddess," said Jennifer as she bowed her head slightly. "What are my instructions."

"You will go out there and not feel hot, if anything you feel it's a bit on the cool side."

"Yes, Goddess. I shall obey."

"You will win the second set and then come back here and you may have sex with Goddess Anna."

"Yes, thank you, Goddess."

"After you orgasm, the shell of Jennifer Capriati will come back as the main personality and she will play the third set."

"Yes, Goddess."

"Now go out there Slave Jennifer and win the set. Your Goddess commands!."

Anna decided if Capriati lost in three sets she would save face and be in a good mood for a "Night Cap" session later on. Anna figured Hingis would kick her ass in the third set, she had been beating her brains in all day, so her friend would not lose the title because of Anna's interference.

Capriati arrived back on court after the break looking frisky and she quickly began digging herself out of her 0-4 deficit. More shocking to Hingis and the crowd was how Capriati seemed oblivious to the oppressive heat.

While Hingis was covering herself with ice, drinking gallons of water and hiding in as much shade as possible, Jennifer did not even take a sip of water. During one changeover Capriati actually put her warm-up jacket around her. Hingis thought Capriati must have been driven insane by the heat, that was the only plausible explanation to her not feeling hot in the oven-like conditions.

Hingis was positive Capriati had truly gone bonkers as three times Hingis reached match point only to see Jennifer take incredibly risky shots for someone on the brink of elimination, but those shots all fell in.

After Capriati, actually Slave Jennifer, won an emotional tiebreaker over Hingis to take the second set, she leapt in the air and pumped her first. She quickly ran back to the players lounge. Anna motioned her to a private locker room.

"I did it, I obeyed my Goddess' instructions, I won," said an excited Slave Jennifer.

"Yes, your Goddess is pleased," said Anna. "Now, take off your clothes. You may have sex with Goddess Anna now."

Jennifer quickly threw off her sweat-soaked outfit and attacked Anna's sumptuous breasts. Kournikova had taken her clothes off as soon as they entered the room.

Jennifer quickly began licking the bright pink areolas of Anna's breasts while pinching the nipples at the same time. Anna grabbed Jennifer's breasts and began kneading the small but firm mounds. She also began grinding her hips into Jennifer, making their pussy's rub against each other.

Both were getting turned on as all four nipples were rock-hard and pointing straight out. Jennifer began playfully biting at Anna's nipples and Kournikova let out a cry as she orgasmed., her love juices falling on Jennifer's pussy as the grinding had continued.

Slave Jennifer knew as soon as she orgasmed that her session with Goddess Anna would be over so she was not ready to cum.

She guided Goddess Anna to the floor and they got into the "69" position. Jennifer's now well-trained tongue quickly got Anna heated up again and Anna responded in kind as she lapped at Jennifer's slit while rubbing her clit in her fingers.

Kournikova was ready to cum again so she decided it was time to end this and get on with the match. "Cum Slave Jennifer, your Goddess commands!"

Both Anna and Jennifer let out shrieks and their bodies began flopping around the floor as each was wracked with a massive orgasm. At least of pint of pussy juice poured onto the carpet as Anna and Jennifer yelled and bounced in tandem.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour of cumming but had really been just a minute or so, it was over.

"I am done Goddess, no more sex for now?" said Jennifer with a pained statement on her face.

"Yes, Slave Jennifer," said Anna who was a bit glassy-eyed herself after two huge orgasms in a row. "Clean yourself off, put on a fresh outfit, and walk out there. As soon as you walk out of this door Jennifer Capriati will be shown to the public. But I'll see you soon."

"Promise, I live to serve the Goddess Anna," said Jennifer with a note of desperation in her voice.

"Yes, I promise," said Anna as she came over and gave Jennifer a deep French kiss. "Now obey your orders. Your Goddess commands."

As Jennifer Capriati went back on the court she felt refreshed and mentally focused. She knew she only had a 15-minute break but she felt like she had been resting for an hour.

Unknown to Anna, Slave Jennifer's performance had totally destroyed Hingis' confidence. She had been unable to hold a 4-0 lead and Capriati didn't seem to feel pressure or even feel the heat. How could she compete against an obvious madwoman?

Anna watched in shock as Capriati rolled to an easy 6-2 victory in the third set to take the championship.

With the press demands and her family wanting to be with her to celebrate the incredible victory, Anna knew there would be no sex with Slave Jennifer tonight despite her promise. She would have to go to Plan B. She picked up her cell phone and said the words "No waffling".

Anna went back to her hotel suite and when she opened the door she saw Justine Henin, sitting on the bed, her eyes glazed over and with a blank look. She wore nothing except a studded dog collar and a couple of strips of leather near her chest and butt that surrounded but did not hide her breasts and pussy.

"Why are you here Slave Justine," said Anna with mischievous smile on her face.

"I've been a bad girl Mistress Anna, a very bad girl," said Henin in a dull monotone, repeating what Anna had programmed her entranced mind to say. "I need to be taught a lesson. Please discipline me Mistress Anna. I need to be disciplined severely."

"Yes you do," said Anna as she took off her clothes and found a bullwhip in her closet. "We'll start with you bending over."

Kournikova had suffered the agony of defeat to Henin on the court but now she would feel the thrill of victory over her in the bedroom.

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