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12-18-2007, 12:55 AM
STARFUCK: Michelle Ryan & Brooke Kinsella
by Francis Dashwood
They were the hottest young stars in the BBC's premier
soap. Michelle
Ryan played Zoe Slater, the teenage minx who had
already carved a
number of notches on her Albert Square bedpost. She
had been a wide-
eyed bambi ingénue when joining the soap as a 15 year
old. Since
then, she had grown up; becoming the soap's prime sex
symbol. Her
friend, on and off-screen, Brooke Kinsella played an
equally risqué
teenager. Kelly had a history of prostitution,
experience the writers
were keen to exploit in their plotlines. These two
teenagers were hot
and in demand. The Eastenders team had been inundated
with requests
for `interviews'. It was only a matter of time before
they acquiesced.
At first, Michelle had been uneasy at the prospect of
the Lad's Mag
shoot. She was an actress, not a model. At heart, she
always felt
girls that paraded for magazines like FHM and Maxim
were sluts; using
their bodies rather than their acting talent to
promote their
careers. Brooke spoke of her previous experience - she
had already
sat / lay for a short, solo shoot with FHM - but
Michelle was not
convinced. She came from a morally upstanding family.
Did she really
want to be pictured posing seductively in just her
underwear?
However, the show's Executive Producer, Louise
Berridge, had
persuaded her to the contrary. Sex appeal was
important. It would
raise both girls' profile and give a boost to ratings.
Besides, it
was only for FHM. It wasn't nude or anything. Michelle
had felt
reassured by Berridge's words - surely she wouldn't
exploit a younger
actress? The location of the shoot was an additional
draw. The
Hellfire Club was the most exclusive club in London.
It was a clear
indication of the prestige of this opportunity.
So far it had largely been a standard photoshoot. The
two starlets
paraded sexily in a variety of increasingly skimpy
garments. The
usual suspects were all in place; micro-skirts, halter
tops, boob-
tubes. It had all been fun. Brooke had really gotten
into it;
relishing the opportunity to dress up (or off as might
be more
appropriate.). The presence of the Club's owner had
been a
reassurance, Michelle felt he had a bizarre calming
effect. She no
longer felt uneasy; having arrived determined to avoid
being dressed
in anything too explicit, she now found herself
frolicking with her
co-star and friend in a sexy school uniform. And she
couldn't quite
remember why this outfit had been suggested or why she
had so readily
accepted it.
They looked gorgeous. The uniforms cling tightly to
both girls'
frames, proving rather unsuccessful at covering up
extremely
appealing flesh. The top buttons are left undone,
providing
tantalising glimpses of each girls' impressive
cleavage. Brooke's
slightly larger tits strain visibly against the sheer
white blouse.
By contrast, the leggy Michelle makes full use of the
tiny skirt
(barely covering her white little panties) and
knee-socks. Both girls
are beautifully tanned (the soap's producers know how
to get a full
return on their investment) and have their hair placed
in pigtailed
bunches. Very cute.
Gradually (indeed, imperceptibly to the girls) the
mood of the shoot
becomes more graphic. Thanks to my subtle
manipulation, the girls are
compliant and complicit in their own humiliation. We
start simply; a
picture of Michelle coyly sucking her own finger,
Brooke playing with
her bunches. Soon we have reached rather more explicit
levels.
Despite their internal protests, both girls are
stripped down to
panties, bra and heels. Very fetching. It seems that
Brooke enjoys
the attention, while Michelle's cheeks redden with the
humiliation of
her position. As instructed, the girls pull their
panties as high as
possible, outlining their sweet little cunts for our
watching
cameras. Then they spread their legs, while cupping
their bra covered
titties. A most pleasing exhibition.
Time to reveal the true exponent of their predicament.
>From the
shadows steps a much older co-star of the girls;
Leslie Grantham
aka `Dirty' Den Watts. It seems that fiscal reward was
not his sole
incentive for rejoining the soap. The show's producer,
Louise
Berridge had another bargaining chip; Leslie was
promised access to
any of the show's succession of starlets that he
wanted. A tempting
offer. And tonight he begins to claim his just
desserts.
You have to admire the man. After a few moments in his
presence, one
realises that he is not typecast as Den - he is Den.
Grantham
immediately sets about verbally humiliating his two
young captives;
informing them how sluttish they look, parading barely
dressed before
strangers. He also delights in telling them that they
are being
videoed and how the contents will be broadcast live
over the Net. As
per his instructions, I have regressed both girls'
minds; they are
now prepubescent in outlook, talking - when we deign
they are
allowed - in high pitched girly whines. To make this
degradation
complete, I allow them awareness of how they are being
used - even if
they no longer possess the maturity to express it.
Then, having sated
his desire to verbally humiliate, Leslie Grantham
signals for the
real games to begin.
Michelle Ryan was instructed to lie prone on her back,
her legs bent
at the knees and held taut over her stomach. This
position spread her
panties tight, making them like a second skin. Her
friend was then
dragged down on her knees between Ryan's widely spread
legs, her head
pushed within an inch of the brunette's panty covered
crotch.
"Nooo! Please! Don't pleeeaase."
"Go on, little girl," Grantham spat, "Kiss it!"
"Nooo Nooo!" Brooke sobbed, "I I don't wanna kiss it.
I don't wanna."
Proving true to his alter-ego, Grantham brought his
hand down sharply
on Brooke's peach of an arse; provoking the girl to
shriek in pain.
"I said kiss it, little girl" he barked angrily. "Kiss
it or I'm
gonna spank those panties right off you!"
Left with no choice, Brooke complied; reluctantly
kissing her
friend's very moist panty crotch. Michelle immediately
began to
squirm and protest, much to her tormentor's amusement.
Trembling with
fright, Brooke pressed her lips to the crotch and gave
it a good long
kiss; securing a squeal and a wriggle from her
reluctant companion.
Still not satisfied, Grantham made the poor little
girl smooth up and
down the panty covered crotch.
"Now, let's get things really going."
Brooke's eyes widened with horror as Dirty Den reached
down, hooked
his fingers under Michelle's elastic waistband, and
pulled the
panties to one side. The young teenager was now inches
from her best
friend's exposed cunt.
"Go on. Put your tongue out and lap at it."
Her prepubescent will broken, Brooke complied. Her
tongue extended
and she began to lap at Michelle Ryan's pussy.
"Oh Oh Oh No No." Michelle squealed as she was
subjected to this oral
attack. Her back arched as she writhed. "Oh! Let her
stop. Let her
stop.Let her.Let he-Oooohhh Oooohhh Oh, Oh,
Oooohhh!!!"
On cue, Michelle Ryan began to spasm as an orgasm took
her body. She
panted wantonly, her belly quivering and her arse
rotating, grinding
down into her captive friend's face. Juice pumped from
her pussy.
Brooke tried to pull away, but found herself held by
Grantham. The
poor girl had no choice but to suck the warn juice as
it flowed into
her mouth, swallowing it with audible slurps and
gulps.
Five minutes later and the roles were reversed. This
time, Brooke
Kinsella was on her elbows and knees, her hands had
already pulled
down her panties and now held her arse cheeks
obscenely wide;
exposing her anus for our enjoyment. Holding Michelle
Ryan by her
long hair, Grantham pulled the squealing girl up close
to her
friend's spread arse, until she was staring directly
into the pink
little hole.
"Go on, you little bitch. Kiss it. And I mean a nice
long smooch up
your girlfriend's hot little arse."
Michelle kissed her friend's pink hole several times
as Grantham
chuckled his amusement. But still he wasn't satisfied.
"Now let's see a little Frenchie up there. Go on slut,
stick your
tongue out and let's see you lick it."
Sobbing from humiliation, but unable to resist,
Michelle Ryan put out
her pink tongue and began to lap delicately at
Brooke's sensitive
arsehole. This sensation immediately set Kinsella
wriggling, much to
their owner's approval.
"Oooohhh Noooo! Don't lick me up there! Oooohhh!!
Don't lick it.
Please don't lick it like that.Pleeeaase."
Still their torment was not over. Grantham rearranged
his puppets in
a 69; Brooke on her back, Michelle atop of her.
"That's it girls. Eat cunt." Den Watts cackled to
himself. "Get
those tongues workin' in those hot little pussies."
The poor teenagers were made to kiss, lick and suck
each other's
pussy, squealing and writhing as Leslie Grantham
continued his lewd
urging from the sidelines. This spectacle continued
until both girls
had climaxed, filling their friend's mouth with cum.
The girls lay
prone on the floor, exhausted. Sadly for them, Leslie
Grantham was
only just warming up.
"Looking a little peaky, aren't we girls? Quite okay.
I understand,
it's been a long day. Don't worry, I've got just the
thing to wake
you up. A nice little bag of toys."
With a snap of his fingers, Leslie is handed a
suitcase. Brooke's
eyes widen with unwanted expectation. A smile crosses
his lips.
"I want this to be a surprise. Kids like toys, don't
you girls. And
we're gonna have some real fun with these little
beauties."
Michelle and Brooke are dragged into the centre of the
room and their
hands were quickly bound with clothesline, before
being tied above
their heads via conveniently placed eyebolts in the
floor. As each
girl whimpered and sobbed, additional clothesline was
wrapped around
their knees. Each of these knee-ties were then fed
securely through
eyebolts on opposite walls. As soon as they were in
place, the lines
were pulled, dragging each girl's knees backwards and
spreading them
widely apart. Soon each girl was forced into nice
little splits,
giving us all an excellent view of their exposed cunts
and arses.
Michelle gave a delightful shriek as her legs were
forced apart;
making it clear there was no way for her to protect
her pussy from
Grantham's leering eyes. Both of them were helpless
and he knew it.
"No.No.No." Brooke squealed in terror. The pitch of
her voice, the
panic all too evident in her pleading, was music to
our ears. "What
are you gonna do? What are you gonna do?"
Leslie Grantham was now cutting short strips of duct
tape from its
roll, carefully laying them side by side. Once this
was done, he
teasingly went back to the suitcase, slowly
withdrawing two large
black dildos from within its interior. Each cock stood
some ten
inches in length, and Grantham took delight in showing
them to each
of the terrified girls.
"Now, whadaya think of these, girls?" He grinned
evilly at the now
squealing teenagers as they thrashed against their
secure
bondage. "Can you guess where these little beauties
are going?"
"Noooo!" Michelle wailed, her eyes wide with terror.
"Don't put it up
me! Don't put it up me!"
"That's a smart little bunny. You know exactly where
I'm gonna stick
these dildos, don't you? That's right, honey. One of
these is going
right up your own little cunt. The other's going right
up your little
girlfriend."
Michelle's struggles began anew. She was thrashing
against her bonds,
desperately looking for weakness. Her wriggling was
very pleasing on
the eye. Beside her hysterical friend, Brooke was
silent; her face
reflecting how difficult she was finding to accept her
predicament.
"And that ain't all." With a chuckle, Leslie Grantham
twists the base
of one of the dildos, immediately causing it to hum.
"They vibrate
too. Ain't that nice? Satisfaction guaranteed."
As the girls watched on in terror, Dirty Den began to
put lotion on
each dildo. No sooner was each greased up then he
produced a can of
cayenne pepper, shaking an extravagant amount onto
each fallus.
"Mmm. A nice hot peppered pussy. Nothing quite like
it. A little hot
pepper up your cunt should get you dancing."
The Eastenders starlets writhed in desperation as
their co-star
approached brandishing the obscene objects. Without
further foreplay,
Grantham knelt between Brooke's widely spread legs.
His fingers
parted her juicy cunt lips as his victim begged and
pleaded.
"Oh Oh Oh No Don't Don't Please Don't!!"
Brooke Kinsella squealed as Leslie Grantham tickled
the entrance of
her pussy with the very tip of the dildo. Then, with a
sudden spurt
of action, he shoved the plastic all the way up her
cunt.
"No No No! DOOON'T YOW YOW OH OH WOOOO WOOO WEEE
ARGHH!!!"
The poor child arched her back and began to buck
wildly, trying to
push the hot, peppered dildo back out of her cunt.
However, the
attempt was futile. The plastic invader continued to
bludgeon its way
up her tight little channel, vibrating all the time.
"OOOOHHH OH OH WOW OH WOW YOWEEEE!!!"
Once the dildo was in place, Leslie placed strips of
duct tape over
its base, wrapping them tightly around the blond
girl's thighs to
secure his obscene instrument firmly in place. All the
time, the hot
pepper solution soaked into her tight little cunt.
"Don't worry, darling," Leslie Grantham turned to the
trembling,
terrified Michelle. "I haven't forgotten bout you.
Let's see how much
hot cock you can get in that juicy cunt of yours."
"EEEEEE EEEEEE WEEEEE OWEEEEE!!!" Michelle shrieked as
the dildo
sliced up her tight channel, buzzing all the way.
"NOOOOO NOOOOO
WEEEEEE!!!"
Once again, the dildo was then taped firmly in place.
Leslie Grantham
then stepped back to admire his handiwork. Both girls
screamed,
shrieked, writhed, bucked and squealed as the hot
pepper soaked into
their teenage pussies. A very entertaining show.
"That's it. Dance for us. Show us how much you enjoy
your plastic
lovers."
"NOOOOO DOOON'T TAKE IT OUT TAKE IT OUT PLEASE TAKE IT
OUT!!"
Michelle screamed in agony as her tight little pussy
heated
up. "NOOOO OOOOHHHHH DOOOON'T!!"
Beside her bucking co-star, Brooke squealed like a
stuck pig; arching
her well-peppered young pussy upwards before creaming
all over her
buzzing invader. Her juice oozed out under the duct
tape.
Leslie Grantham smiled his best Den Watt's smirk. He
wasn't finished
just yet.
Reaching back into the suitcase, Grantham produced two
further
dildos - at eight inches, slightly smaller than their
predecessors.
As the girls bucked obliviously, Grantham began to
lotion and pepper
his new toys. There was little doubt where these new
items were going.
These dildos were handed to assistants who quickly
knelt behind each
girl and began to tickle these new dildos between each
starlet's
defenceless young arse cheeks.
"Oooohhh OOOOhhh Noooo!!!" Michelle whimpered as this
new pepper
solution was tickled around her tight little arsehole.
"Nooooo!
Dooon't! Doooon't! Pleeease."
Without further hesitation, the dildo was thrust
directly up Ryan's
tender young anus.
"YOW YOW YOWEEEE!!!" The poor little teenager screamed
as the dildo
went deep into her bowels, before being taped in
place. "YOW WOWEEEE
WOW WOWEEEEE!!!"
"WOOOOO WOOOOO!!!" Beside Michelle, her co-star
received a similar
treatment, howling as the pepper dildo invaded her
rectum. "NOOOOO
IT'S HOT IT'S HOT NOOOOO WOOOOO!!!"
Eastenders' two hottest young starlets now lay in the
centre of the
room, with both their holes well-stuffed and soaking
up with red-hot
pepper. Now, with a second dildo up their innocent
young arses, the
girls set up an entertaining commotion; shrieking,
bucking, screaming
and humping with wild abandon. And their little dance
was all being
captured by the room's array of video cameras; beaming
their
humiliation live over the internet. Democracy in
action.
Michelle's long hair thrashed about, somewhat
obscuring her ripe
tits. By contrast, Brooke's short blond hair obscured
nothing, her
plump little titties bouncing around amusingly.
This floor show continued for some 40 minutes. Each
girl juiced her
plastic lover numerous times as orgasm followed
unwanted orgasm.
Pussy cream seeped from their little cunts and dripped
down between
their bucking arse cheeks.
But all good things come to an end.
Watching each teenager spill her juice clearly got
Leslie Grantham
horny. Having exposed his own pole, he withdrew the
dildo from
Michelle Ryan's cunt. It exited with an audible plop,
girl cream
flowing out with it. This artificial lover was quickly
replaced with
an organic equivalent.
Unable to stop her bucking and wriggling due to the
unwanted pepper
invader up her arse, Michelle unwillingly provided an
extremely
energetic fuck for her older co-star. She bounced
wantonly atop his
cock, looking for all the world like a hot little slut
eagerly riding
her older lover for the benefit of the watching
cameras. All the time
he mauled and groped her tits, sucking each nipple
into his mouth,
before chewing on her buds. Soon, she had been well
fucked and her
cunt was full with Grantham's hot cum.
The girls continue to be popular attractions at the
Club, while their
soap careers are now being guided by the newly
reinvigorated Mr
Grantham. Check out their Christmas '03 storyline.
by Francis Dashwood
They were the hottest young stars in the BBC's premier
soap. Michelle
Ryan played Zoe Slater, the teenage minx who had
already carved a
number of notches on her Albert Square bedpost. She
had been a wide-
eyed bambi ingénue when joining the soap as a 15 year
old. Since
then, she had grown up; becoming the soap's prime sex
symbol. Her
friend, on and off-screen, Brooke Kinsella played an
equally risqué
teenager. Kelly had a history of prostitution,
experience the writers
were keen to exploit in their plotlines. These two
teenagers were hot
and in demand. The Eastenders team had been inundated
with requests
for `interviews'. It was only a matter of time before
they acquiesced.
At first, Michelle had been uneasy at the prospect of
the Lad's Mag
shoot. She was an actress, not a model. At heart, she
always felt
girls that paraded for magazines like FHM and Maxim
were sluts; using
their bodies rather than their acting talent to
promote their
careers. Brooke spoke of her previous experience - she
had already
sat / lay for a short, solo shoot with FHM - but
Michelle was not
convinced. She came from a morally upstanding family.
Did she really
want to be pictured posing seductively in just her
underwear?
However, the show's Executive Producer, Louise
Berridge, had
persuaded her to the contrary. Sex appeal was
important. It would
raise both girls' profile and give a boost to ratings.
Besides, it
was only for FHM. It wasn't nude or anything. Michelle
had felt
reassured by Berridge's words - surely she wouldn't
exploit a younger
actress? The location of the shoot was an additional
draw. The
Hellfire Club was the most exclusive club in London.
It was a clear
indication of the prestige of this opportunity.
So far it had largely been a standard photoshoot. The
two starlets
paraded sexily in a variety of increasingly skimpy
garments. The
usual suspects were all in place; micro-skirts, halter
tops, boob-
tubes. It had all been fun. Brooke had really gotten
into it;
relishing the opportunity to dress up (or off as might
be more
appropriate.). The presence of the Club's owner had
been a
reassurance, Michelle felt he had a bizarre calming
effect. She no
longer felt uneasy; having arrived determined to avoid
being dressed
in anything too explicit, she now found herself
frolicking with her
co-star and friend in a sexy school uniform. And she
couldn't quite
remember why this outfit had been suggested or why she
had so readily
accepted it.
They looked gorgeous. The uniforms cling tightly to
both girls'
frames, proving rather unsuccessful at covering up
extremely
appealing flesh. The top buttons are left undone,
providing
tantalising glimpses of each girls' impressive
cleavage. Brooke's
slightly larger tits strain visibly against the sheer
white blouse.
By contrast, the leggy Michelle makes full use of the
tiny skirt
(barely covering her white little panties) and
knee-socks. Both girls
are beautifully tanned (the soap's producers know how
to get a full
return on their investment) and have their hair placed
in pigtailed
bunches. Very cute.
Gradually (indeed, imperceptibly to the girls) the
mood of the shoot
becomes more graphic. Thanks to my subtle
manipulation, the girls are
compliant and complicit in their own humiliation. We
start simply; a
picture of Michelle coyly sucking her own finger,
Brooke playing with
her bunches. Soon we have reached rather more explicit
levels.
Despite their internal protests, both girls are
stripped down to
panties, bra and heels. Very fetching. It seems that
Brooke enjoys
the attention, while Michelle's cheeks redden with the
humiliation of
her position. As instructed, the girls pull their
panties as high as
possible, outlining their sweet little cunts for our
watching
cameras. Then they spread their legs, while cupping
their bra covered
titties. A most pleasing exhibition.
Time to reveal the true exponent of their predicament.
>From the
shadows steps a much older co-star of the girls;
Leslie Grantham
aka `Dirty' Den Watts. It seems that fiscal reward was
not his sole
incentive for rejoining the soap. The show's producer,
Louise
Berridge had another bargaining chip; Leslie was
promised access to
any of the show's succession of starlets that he
wanted. A tempting
offer. And tonight he begins to claim his just
desserts.
You have to admire the man. After a few moments in his
presence, one
realises that he is not typecast as Den - he is Den.
Grantham
immediately sets about verbally humiliating his two
young captives;
informing them how sluttish they look, parading barely
dressed before
strangers. He also delights in telling them that they
are being
videoed and how the contents will be broadcast live
over the Net. As
per his instructions, I have regressed both girls'
minds; they are
now prepubescent in outlook, talking - when we deign
they are
allowed - in high pitched girly whines. To make this
degradation
complete, I allow them awareness of how they are being
used - even if
they no longer possess the maturity to express it.
Then, having sated
his desire to verbally humiliate, Leslie Grantham
signals for the
real games to begin.
Michelle Ryan was instructed to lie prone on her back,
her legs bent
at the knees and held taut over her stomach. This
position spread her
panties tight, making them like a second skin. Her
friend was then
dragged down on her knees between Ryan's widely spread
legs, her head
pushed within an inch of the brunette's panty covered
crotch.
"Nooo! Please! Don't pleeeaase."
"Go on, little girl," Grantham spat, "Kiss it!"
"Nooo Nooo!" Brooke sobbed, "I I don't wanna kiss it.
I don't wanna."
Proving true to his alter-ego, Grantham brought his
hand down sharply
on Brooke's peach of an arse; provoking the girl to
shriek in pain.
"I said kiss it, little girl" he barked angrily. "Kiss
it or I'm
gonna spank those panties right off you!"
Left with no choice, Brooke complied; reluctantly
kissing her
friend's very moist panty crotch. Michelle immediately
began to
squirm and protest, much to her tormentor's amusement.
Trembling with
fright, Brooke pressed her lips to the crotch and gave
it a good long
kiss; securing a squeal and a wriggle from her
reluctant companion.
Still not satisfied, Grantham made the poor little
girl smooth up and
down the panty covered crotch.
"Now, let's get things really going."
Brooke's eyes widened with horror as Dirty Den reached
down, hooked
his fingers under Michelle's elastic waistband, and
pulled the
panties to one side. The young teenager was now inches
from her best
friend's exposed cunt.
"Go on. Put your tongue out and lap at it."
Her prepubescent will broken, Brooke complied. Her
tongue extended
and she began to lap at Michelle Ryan's pussy.
"Oh Oh Oh No No." Michelle squealed as she was
subjected to this oral
attack. Her back arched as she writhed. "Oh! Let her
stop. Let her
stop.Let her.Let he-Oooohhh Oooohhh Oh, Oh,
Oooohhh!!!"
On cue, Michelle Ryan began to spasm as an orgasm took
her body. She
panted wantonly, her belly quivering and her arse
rotating, grinding
down into her captive friend's face. Juice pumped from
her pussy.
Brooke tried to pull away, but found herself held by
Grantham. The
poor girl had no choice but to suck the warn juice as
it flowed into
her mouth, swallowing it with audible slurps and
gulps.
Five minutes later and the roles were reversed. This
time, Brooke
Kinsella was on her elbows and knees, her hands had
already pulled
down her panties and now held her arse cheeks
obscenely wide;
exposing her anus for our enjoyment. Holding Michelle
Ryan by her
long hair, Grantham pulled the squealing girl up close
to her
friend's spread arse, until she was staring directly
into the pink
little hole.
"Go on, you little bitch. Kiss it. And I mean a nice
long smooch up
your girlfriend's hot little arse."
Michelle kissed her friend's pink hole several times
as Grantham
chuckled his amusement. But still he wasn't satisfied.
"Now let's see a little Frenchie up there. Go on slut,
stick your
tongue out and let's see you lick it."
Sobbing from humiliation, but unable to resist,
Michelle Ryan put out
her pink tongue and began to lap delicately at
Brooke's sensitive
arsehole. This sensation immediately set Kinsella
wriggling, much to
their owner's approval.
"Oooohhh Noooo! Don't lick me up there! Oooohhh!!
Don't lick it.
Please don't lick it like that.Pleeeaase."
Still their torment was not over. Grantham rearranged
his puppets in
a 69; Brooke on her back, Michelle atop of her.
"That's it girls. Eat cunt." Den Watts cackled to
himself. "Get
those tongues workin' in those hot little pussies."
The poor teenagers were made to kiss, lick and suck
each other's
pussy, squealing and writhing as Leslie Grantham
continued his lewd
urging from the sidelines. This spectacle continued
until both girls
had climaxed, filling their friend's mouth with cum.
The girls lay
prone on the floor, exhausted. Sadly for them, Leslie
Grantham was
only just warming up.
"Looking a little peaky, aren't we girls? Quite okay.
I understand,
it's been a long day. Don't worry, I've got just the
thing to wake
you up. A nice little bag of toys."
With a snap of his fingers, Leslie is handed a
suitcase. Brooke's
eyes widen with unwanted expectation. A smile crosses
his lips.
"I want this to be a surprise. Kids like toys, don't
you girls. And
we're gonna have some real fun with these little
beauties."
Michelle and Brooke are dragged into the centre of the
room and their
hands were quickly bound with clothesline, before
being tied above
their heads via conveniently placed eyebolts in the
floor. As each
girl whimpered and sobbed, additional clothesline was
wrapped around
their knees. Each of these knee-ties were then fed
securely through
eyebolts on opposite walls. As soon as they were in
place, the lines
were pulled, dragging each girl's knees backwards and
spreading them
widely apart. Soon each girl was forced into nice
little splits,
giving us all an excellent view of their exposed cunts
and arses.
Michelle gave a delightful shriek as her legs were
forced apart;
making it clear there was no way for her to protect
her pussy from
Grantham's leering eyes. Both of them were helpless
and he knew it.
"No.No.No." Brooke squealed in terror. The pitch of
her voice, the
panic all too evident in her pleading, was music to
our ears. "What
are you gonna do? What are you gonna do?"
Leslie Grantham was now cutting short strips of duct
tape from its
roll, carefully laying them side by side. Once this
was done, he
teasingly went back to the suitcase, slowly
withdrawing two large
black dildos from within its interior. Each cock stood
some ten
inches in length, and Grantham took delight in showing
them to each
of the terrified girls.
"Now, whadaya think of these, girls?" He grinned
evilly at the now
squealing teenagers as they thrashed against their
secure
bondage. "Can you guess where these little beauties
are going?"
"Noooo!" Michelle wailed, her eyes wide with terror.
"Don't put it up
me! Don't put it up me!"
"That's a smart little bunny. You know exactly where
I'm gonna stick
these dildos, don't you? That's right, honey. One of
these is going
right up your own little cunt. The other's going right
up your little
girlfriend."
Michelle's struggles began anew. She was thrashing
against her bonds,
desperately looking for weakness. Her wriggling was
very pleasing on
the eye. Beside her hysterical friend, Brooke was
silent; her face
reflecting how difficult she was finding to accept her
predicament.
"And that ain't all." With a chuckle, Leslie Grantham
twists the base
of one of the dildos, immediately causing it to hum.
"They vibrate
too. Ain't that nice? Satisfaction guaranteed."
As the girls watched on in terror, Dirty Den began to
put lotion on
each dildo. No sooner was each greased up then he
produced a can of
cayenne pepper, shaking an extravagant amount onto
each fallus.
"Mmm. A nice hot peppered pussy. Nothing quite like
it. A little hot
pepper up your cunt should get you dancing."
The Eastenders starlets writhed in desperation as
their co-star
approached brandishing the obscene objects. Without
further foreplay,
Grantham knelt between Brooke's widely spread legs.
His fingers
parted her juicy cunt lips as his victim begged and
pleaded.
"Oh Oh Oh No Don't Don't Please Don't!!"
Brooke Kinsella squealed as Leslie Grantham tickled
the entrance of
her pussy with the very tip of the dildo. Then, with a
sudden spurt
of action, he shoved the plastic all the way up her
cunt.
"No No No! DOOON'T YOW YOW OH OH WOOOO WOOO WEEE
ARGHH!!!"
The poor child arched her back and began to buck
wildly, trying to
push the hot, peppered dildo back out of her cunt.
However, the
attempt was futile. The plastic invader continued to
bludgeon its way
up her tight little channel, vibrating all the time.
"OOOOHHH OH OH WOW OH WOW YOWEEEE!!!"
Once the dildo was in place, Leslie placed strips of
duct tape over
its base, wrapping them tightly around the blond
girl's thighs to
secure his obscene instrument firmly in place. All the
time, the hot
pepper solution soaked into her tight little cunt.
"Don't worry, darling," Leslie Grantham turned to the
trembling,
terrified Michelle. "I haven't forgotten bout you.
Let's see how much
hot cock you can get in that juicy cunt of yours."
"EEEEEE EEEEEE WEEEEE OWEEEEE!!!" Michelle shrieked as
the dildo
sliced up her tight channel, buzzing all the way.
"NOOOOO NOOOOO
WEEEEEE!!!"
Once again, the dildo was then taped firmly in place.
Leslie Grantham
then stepped back to admire his handiwork. Both girls
screamed,
shrieked, writhed, bucked and squealed as the hot
pepper soaked into
their teenage pussies. A very entertaining show.
"That's it. Dance for us. Show us how much you enjoy
your plastic
lovers."
"NOOOOO DOOON'T TAKE IT OUT TAKE IT OUT PLEASE TAKE IT
OUT!!"
Michelle screamed in agony as her tight little pussy
heated
up. "NOOOO OOOOHHHHH DOOOON'T!!"
Beside her bucking co-star, Brooke squealed like a
stuck pig; arching
her well-peppered young pussy upwards before creaming
all over her
buzzing invader. Her juice oozed out under the duct
tape.
Leslie Grantham smiled his best Den Watt's smirk. He
wasn't finished
just yet.
Reaching back into the suitcase, Grantham produced two
further
dildos - at eight inches, slightly smaller than their
predecessors.
As the girls bucked obliviously, Grantham began to
lotion and pepper
his new toys. There was little doubt where these new
items were going.
These dildos were handed to assistants who quickly
knelt behind each
girl and began to tickle these new dildos between each
starlet's
defenceless young arse cheeks.
"Oooohhh OOOOhhh Noooo!!!" Michelle whimpered as this
new pepper
solution was tickled around her tight little arsehole.
"Nooooo!
Dooon't! Doooon't! Pleeease."
Without further hesitation, the dildo was thrust
directly up Ryan's
tender young anus.
"YOW YOW YOWEEEE!!!" The poor little teenager screamed
as the dildo
went deep into her bowels, before being taped in
place. "YOW WOWEEEE
WOW WOWEEEEE!!!"
"WOOOOO WOOOOO!!!" Beside Michelle, her co-star
received a similar
treatment, howling as the pepper dildo invaded her
rectum. "NOOOOO
IT'S HOT IT'S HOT NOOOOO WOOOOO!!!"
Eastenders' two hottest young starlets now lay in the
centre of the
room, with both their holes well-stuffed and soaking
up with red-hot
pepper. Now, with a second dildo up their innocent
young arses, the
girls set up an entertaining commotion; shrieking,
bucking, screaming
and humping with wild abandon. And their little dance
was all being
captured by the room's array of video cameras; beaming
their
humiliation live over the internet. Democracy in
action.
Michelle's long hair thrashed about, somewhat
obscuring her ripe
tits. By contrast, Brooke's short blond hair obscured
nothing, her
plump little titties bouncing around amusingly.
This floor show continued for some 40 minutes. Each
girl juiced her
plastic lover numerous times as orgasm followed
unwanted orgasm.
Pussy cream seeped from their little cunts and dripped
down between
their bucking arse cheeks.
But all good things come to an end.
Watching each teenager spill her juice clearly got
Leslie Grantham
horny. Having exposed his own pole, he withdrew the
dildo from
Michelle Ryan's cunt. It exited with an audible plop,
girl cream
flowing out with it. This artificial lover was quickly
replaced with
an organic equivalent.
Unable to stop her bucking and wriggling due to the
unwanted pepper
invader up her arse, Michelle unwillingly provided an
extremely
energetic fuck for her older co-star. She bounced
wantonly atop his
cock, looking for all the world like a hot little slut
eagerly riding
her older lover for the benefit of the watching
cameras. All the time
he mauled and groped her tits, sucking each nipple
into his mouth,
before chewing on her buds. Soon, she had been well
fucked and her
cunt was full with Grantham's hot cum.
The girls continue to be popular attractions at the
Club, while their
soap careers are now being guided by the newly
reinvigorated Mr
Grantham. Check out their Christmas '03 storyline.