Starfuck: Neighbours Babes

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Starfuck: Neighbours Babes - Brooke Satchwell, Holly
Valence & Kym
Valentine
by Mephistopheles and Eddie Maivia
MC, MF, FF, CELEB
One has to admire the producer's of 'Neighbours'.
Somehow, they
always manage to unearth a batch of the very freshest
talent. No
matter how attractive the wank fodder that departs,
they always
manage to find more than suitable replacements. The
show's reputation
for discovering the most fuckable talent remains
undiminished.....
I journey back to Australia under the pretence of
business. Brooke
Satchwell remains an immensely popular figure among my
supporters. I
have received so many requests concerning her that I
finally decided
to act. It is time that young Ms Satchwell left the
show to become a
permanent fixture at the Hellfire Club. I journey to
Australia to
arrange her exit from the show - my business is other
people's
pleasure. Of course, such a trip should provide
numerous
opportunities for indulgence in my favourite pastime;
the
humiliation / degradation of the finest celebrity veal
- only prime-
cuts will do........
Once again, it is a simple matter to slip Ms Satchwell
back under my
control. After allowing her to suck me to climax, I
subsequently
bugger her. Brooke's tits are understandably seen as
her prime asset,
but her arse is a very close second. Indeed, having
shown my
appreciation, I instruct her to dress with this
attribute in mind. I
can see you want me to be more descriptive. Have you
ever leered over
the dress sense of Lara Croft? No? Pixels don't do it
for you, huh?
Well, trust me, the get up looks much more fitting in
the flesh.
Brooke has a body born to model such a design; an
impressive chest
tight beneath that skimpy tank-top, skimpy shorts
clinging like a
second skin to that delicious peach while leaving
plenty of emphasis
on those amazingly tanned legs. She looks so good, I
am tempted to
fuck here again - but I settle for another
blow-job......

While Brooke's clothing certainly drew attention on
the street (how
often do you get to see a celebrity dressed in such a
sluttish
manner?), our arrival at the set was not even the
cause of a ripple
of interest. This is not to say that Brooke didn't
look fantastic.
Rather it indicated just how used the cast and crew
were to her
sluttish dress sense. Indeed, there was not a single
member of cast
or crew that had not fucked Ms Satchwell - male or
female....
Of course, Brooke was only too willing to introduce me
to her
gorgeous co-stars; allowing me the chance to
reacquaint myself with
top totty such as Kym Valentine and Jacinta Stapleton
(both of whom I
have fucked before and will do again...), while
savouring my first
meeting with such delicious subjects as Krista Vendy
(aka
schoolteacher Teresa Bell) and Holly Valance (Felicity
Scully -
obviously intended as Brooke's eventual replacement in
the wank
fodder stakes....). There has been some seriously
attractive pussy
recruited to the show during my hiatus. Pussy I intend
to
sample......
Diners are the same all over the world. London, New
York, Moscow - at
midday, fast food joints are commonly frequented by a
mixture of
slacker students and truant schoolboys. I note with
satisfaction that
this 'restaurant' meets my expectations - its
clientele solely
comprise of hormonally charged youngsters. An ideal
audience for the
show I have prepared....
Our arrival generates immediate atmosphere. Naturally,
I opt for
anonymity; a privilege I chose to deny my companions.
However, it is
not solely their celebrity that makes my guests the
immediate centre
of attention. While there is no denying that Kym
Valentine and Holly
Valence are two of the show's hottest babes, it is
their choice
(though I use that word with irony) of attire that
generates such a
huge surge of interest. Both girls are clad in
extremely tight school
uniforms. Allow me to elucidate. These are not replica
versions that
one might find in an adult store - they are the
genuine article. As a
result, the clothing is intended to be worn on rather
less developed
figures - the market being mainly aimed at the
pre-pubescent client.
Thus, the clothing proves rather insufficient in its
task to cover
flesh; tight and short in all the right places. Kym
looks
particularly uncomfortable. It has been a number of
years since her
character was of school-age, during which time her
physique has
developed appreciably. Her huge tits strain visibly
against that
tight white blouse; threatening to burst OTT at any
moment. There
certainly isn't room for such luxuries as a bra. The
short skirt
(plaid, of course) is so tight that it restricts her
movement to a
sluttish waddle; showing a very satisfactory amount of
creamy thigh.
Holly, by contrast, is actually of school age - sweet
sixteen. Having
said this, her figure indicates that she is very much
an early
developer. To date, I must confess to disappointment
at the show's
use of its latest talent - all too often, Holly has
been hidden
beneath clothes that are simply not revealing enough
for us to leer
over. Having seen her FHM shoot, I know she has
impressive
attributes - a judgement confirmed by the appearance
of her current
outfit. She is staggeringly sexy - blond and cool, the
archetypal
Hitchcock beauty. Only this little beauty is not going
to remain so
cool and aloof........
The skirts are short as well as tight - barely
managing to reach
their thighs. Semi-sheer blouses are tucked into those
tiny little
skirts that they wear so fetchingly. Both wear ties -
slightly undone
in a manner that matches the lack of a top button. The
crumpled /
obtainable look is so adorable. The outfits are
completed by knee-
high gym socks and black high heeled shoes. Perfect
costumes for such
a pair of prime wank sluts.......
The guys in the diner are certainly appreciative. The
number of jeers
and wolf-whistles that accompany our entrance are too
numerous to
count. Clearly, the arrival of these two hot
celebrities has got
their attention. Every eye in the building oozes over
those fine
forms; leering lingeringly over the abundance of leg
and tit flesh on
display.
Our table is situated at the centre of the room.
Sitting comfortably
appears to be far from easy when wearing such tight
clothing; Holly
and Kym end up looking somewhat awkward - giving a
good sighting of
those long legs and revealing the little panties
(white cotton - in
keeping with the schoolgirl theme) beneath the highly
ridden hem
line. Every guy in the room is straining to peer up
those skirts. You
don't need my talents to know what they are thinking.
They want to
see these honeys naked - lust is almost palpable in
the air.
Holly and Kym can feel this desire. As a result, their
discomfort is
growing by the second. On the surface, they look cool
and relaxed -
every bit the teasing jail-bait they so resemble - but
their inner
feelings are quite different. Naturally, they are both
petrified;
unable to wrest back control of their actions and
apprehensive about
what humiliation I will inflict upon them next. I
allow a smug smile
to pass my lips. I've hardly even started.......

At first it's a barely audible whisper;
- Look at those sluts!
- Mmm, dressed to kill, baby.
- Fuck me, they're hot.
And the suchlike. However, confidence is to be found
in numbers. When
there is no comeback, the gripes grow in volume.
Rather quickly, it
is no longer possible for Kym and Holly to pretend not
to hear these
comments. They are directed specifically at them:
- You like dressing like that, huh slut?
- Shit, they should dress you like that on the show.
Really show off
that shit hot body. Normal clothes just don't do you
justice.
- Those clothes look so tight. They comfortable?
- Maybe you'd be more comfortable out of them.
- Not sure that's possible - shit looks spray painted
on!
Of course, each and every one of these comments is
accompanied by a
surplus of crude laughter. A fact that makes the
process all the more
humiliating for the girls. Time to move things on a
little. Without
warning, I sweep my glass over - spilling cold water
all across the
table. Fortunately, the vast majority lands straight
upon Holly's
little white blouse. Her eyes widen in surprise, but
otherwise she is
forced to remain perfectly still. I simply do not
allow her to move.
She must remain seated while the water soaks through
the fabric.
Rather quickly, the material becomes sheer - a fact
far from lost on
our audience.....
- Wow! Look at those nips!
- Fat and juicy!
- Bitch ain't wearing a bra!
- What a fucking slut!
- Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't you girls stand up
so we can have
a proper look at you?

Despite their own wishes, they are forced to comply to
this lewd
command. While Holly shivers (a combination of cold
blouse and shock
at her predicament), Kym shoots me a look of absolute
desperation.
She has been at my mercy before. She knows what
humiliations are to
come. In response, I smile serenely, gesturing with my
eyebrows that
they should continue.
Not everyone is satisfied with just getting the girls
to their feet;
- Tell you what I'd like to see. These cute girls
tugging on their
own titties - getting those nips nice and hard for us.
What do you
think? Like to see that, guys? (The crowd roars its
approval.) Wanna
do that for us, girls?
The answer to this 'question' is most definitely no.
Thankfully, they
have no say in the matter. They are now merely puppets
- to be
manipulated as I see fit. For now, it amuses me to let
the guys take
the lead.....
On cue, they begin. Kym moves first, easily locating
those big
nipples of hers through the thin fabric. Holly swiftly
follows suit -
the sheerness of her wet blouse only serving to give
us all a better
view. Soon, they are tugging and twisting, bums
wriggling and
writhing to seedy music heard only in their heads.
Quite a sight.
They look like professionals. I have no doubt they
will find punters
only too readily.....
The crowd form an oppressive circle around the girls.
There is now no
escape - even if my victims were in control of their
own actions. Now
the show really begins. Under instruction, the little
starlets are
performing an erotic striptease for this very vocal
fanbase. First,
those little skirts are yanked up over their waists -
exposing the
tiny white panties beneath. This act reveals an
unexpected treat.
Unless it is an optical illusion, Ms Valentine is
aroused by her
forced participation in this humiliation. Her panties
are visibly
damp. Perhaps this shouldn't come as such a surprise -
the permanent
erectness of her nipples on the show surely suggests
just such
sluttish / exhibitionist tendencies.....
Their ties are quickly torn off (synchronised to
choreographed
perfection) and tossed into the baying crowd. As one,
the girls set
to the task of unbuttoning those blouses. This act
confirms what we
already knew; neither girl has the protection of a
bra. Kym is every
bit as fulsome as one would expect - nice breasts
topped with
impressively plump red nipples. Holly is perhaps a
slightly more
surprising package. For one so young / thin, she packs
an admirable
rack - perhaps not quite as large as her companion,
but every bit as
alluring. As they move to work on their skirts, their
titties bounce
pleasingly; a trait that only serves to heighten the
arousal of their
audience......
Soon, they are left wearing only their plain cotton
panties, white
knee socks and heels. At this point, we are able to
confirm our
earlier suspicions - Kym is indeed aroused - a wet
patch seeping
visibly across her underwear. It seems that Ms
Valentine gets off on
the idea of her own debasement - well, I should be
able to help her
out there.....
It is time to lose the panties. First Kym, then Holly
(tears of
humiliation welling up in her teenage eyes) is forced
to slide cotton
down her long tanned legs, before stepping out of the
discarded
garment. We are now able to appraise each girl's
respective merits.
Kym has a large bush, evidently groomed into a neat
triangle; Holly
is rather more sparse - does she wax? It seems that
Holly is a
natural blond, while Kym is actually a shade or two
lighter than she
likes to pretend.
Impatient to get to the main course, the crowd surge
upon them.
Skilfully, I move Holly to one side, leaving Kym fully
at their
mercy. Holly is new to me - I have rather more
delicious plans to
break her in. Kym is set upon by nine or ten youths.
She is carried
over to one of the longer dining tables, where she is
promptly placed
flat on her back. Her arms are now pulled above her
head before being
bound tightly to the table legs. Her legs are spread
before being
similarly tied (I always come prepared with
flexi-cord) - leaving her
helpless; head and arse slightly overhanging the
table. At precisely
this moment, I opt to give her back self-control......
She is quite a sight. Helpless though she is, she
doesn't stop
struggling. Poor thing only succeeds in making her
bondage all the
tighter. Still her struggles certainly look good to
the eye. About
the only real movement she is capable of makes her
tits bounce; a
trait that only increases our pleasure.
Holly is forced to watch (I do not allow her the
luxury of averting
her eyes) while her friend and colleague is repeatedly
raped. As one
guy thrusts his way deep into Kym's cunt, another
straddles her
chest, slips his cock into her cleavage and begins a
tit-wank. When
Kym attempts to scream out her outrage, a further cock
is slammed
into her throat - a somewhat impromptu gag. Of course,
I do not allow
Kym is bite her invader. Pretty soon, all three cocks
begin to
erupt .- covering womb, mouth and torso in sticky goo.
No sooner have
they reached satisfaction than the next wave steep
into the
breech.......
All this time, Holly is forced to watch. Along with
the obvious
horror, she gradually grows more and more aware of her
predicament.
There is no escape. The treatment currently being
meted out to her
friend will soon be forced upon her. She is going to
be fucked. Her
ordeal is made all the worse for this knowledge - that
she will be
next. This is in fact the reason I elected to keep
Holly apart; her
growing fear is quite delicious. However, anticipation
can only take
one so far. It is time for her to join in. Fancying a
change of
surroundings, I usher Holly and a pair of all too
willing teenagers
towards the toilets.......

Holly is swiftly forced down onto her hands and knees.
She looks so
damn fuckable; still managing to maintain her icy
beauty despite her
attire - she is left only in knee socks and matching
six inch heels -
and her surroundings. Whether she can maintain her
aloofness is open
to debate - currently the odds are stacked against
her. The location
provides a perfect backdrop for her debasement - down
on all fours
amid the toilets / latrines; her prime prop is a vast
white urinal,
still coated with the remnants of its multiple
clients.
The three of us quickly surround her; simultaneously
unbuckling our
belts and unzipping our flies. I step to her face,
holding her head
firmly in position while I stroke her hair with my
cock; wiping
precum all over those beautiful waspish locks. One of
my companions
moves behind her, prising her buttocks apart before
beginning to saw
his way into her arse. Holly groans with pain as the
cock pierces her
rectum; an act that provides me with the perfect
opening. I silence
her protests by shoving my cock into her mouth,
immediately causing
her to gag quite violently.
Wrapping my hands in her hair, I begin to work my
length back and
forth -skewering her head on my cock. Slowly, I step
up the speed
until I am fucking her face with wanton abandon. For
the most part,
Holly copes admirably; she coughs, splutters, chokes
and drools, but
manages to live with my ferocity. Presumably, this is
not her first
cock-sucking experience. A quick scan of her mind
provides
confirmation - it seems she earnt her break on the
show using
precisely this expertise. At the same time I savour
her agony at the
invader in her bowels. My companion is by no means
large, but he is
quite satisfactory at making her first experience
rather painful. The
sound of her anguished grunts around my cock tits me
to the edge - I
begin to shoot my load. The first few spurts go
straight down her
throat, choking her on creamy juice. Then I pull back
and out,
covering that beautiful face in my spunk......
For the next fifteen minutes, Holly is repeatedly
fucked. We take
turns blasting our filth into her mouth and cunt (I
have further
plans for that tight little arse..), finally leaving
her a sobbing
wreck, plastered with sticky spunk. At this point,
grabbing her hair,
I forcibly drag her across the room. Reaching the
urinal, I force her
face down onto its surface....
- Put your tongue out, slut. Do it!
My words are supported by action - a further violent
twist of her
hair to induce compliance;
- God girl. Now, lick it. Yes, you heard me. Lick it.
Holly has no choice but to obey. Tentatively, her
pretty pink tongue
begins to lap at the remnants of piss. What a sight!
She feels so
humiliated and debased. The high and mighty Felicity
Scully - cock-
tease extrodinaire - licking out a dirty urinal. Her
eyes are filled
with tears; her shame absolute. Without warning, the
automatic washer
activates - issuing forth a burst of cold water.
Though Holly
attempts to pull away on reflex, I hold her head under
this jet;
suffocating her. It passes quickly; leaving Holly
cleansed and
refreshed - ready for more fun........

I step back into the diner with Holly at my feet. She
is back on all
fours, a red dog collar attached to her throat. Via a
leash, I can
now parade her total subservience; Holly has become my
little pet -
mind, body and soul.
Our return makes Holly the immediate centre of
attention. Every man
in the room has taken his shot at (or should that be
over - she
really does look quite a mess....) Kym Valentine; the
sixteen year
old represents flesh blood. All in good time, but I
have an extra
special performance in mind first.....
I lead Holly over to Kym. The latter is still tied
down, but her
struggles have long since ceased. It looks as if
exhaustion has set
in - not surprising, the amount of slime covering her
body indicates
that she has been a very busy girl. Her body is
covered with spunk -
some dry and matted, others still fresh and oozing. It
is everywhere;
face, hair, tits (which look sore and swollen), legs -
I note with
appreciation that it is even up her nostrils. A swift
tug of the
leash drags the still reluctant Holly right up to her
colleague's
position. Taking hold of her head, I force her down
onto her co-star -
the look of disgust as she catches the musky scent is
a particular
delight.
- You know what to do, don't you pet? Clean her up.
With your tongue.
It is evident that Holly still has a little resistance
left in her.
How delightful. Spirit that is easily broken.
- Or I can give you over to the guys.......
I need not repeat my threat. Holly immediately sets to
work; lapping
at Kym's spunk covered body with her tongue. A cat
lapping at cream.
This clean up job takes time if it is to be thorough -
Holly is even
forced to stick her tongue into Kym's cunt and to lick
up all the
excess still dribbling out of her arse. Gradually, Kym
is roused from
her stupor; unable to hide her arousal. Soon they are
kissing; Holly
shoving her tongue into Kym's mouth to let her share
this protein
rich meal. Under my instruction, Kym proceeds to suck
on her friend's
tongue like it was a cock.......
By now a video camera has been produced - capturing
this performance
for posterity. While Kym repays the favour - sucking
on Holly's
nipple - we release her from her bonds. For what I
have planned, she
need freedom of movement......
Soon, Ms Valence is on the table; once again on all
fours, with her
arse hanging over the edge most invitingly. As she
waits impatiently,
Kym gets kited out. She reappears wearing a vast strap
on dildo -
some eleven inches in length. After forcing Holly to
lubricate this
monster with her tongue, Kym steps behind her
colleague, aiming
directly at the girl's arse. Holly is now instructed
to reach back,
clasp her own buttocks, and pull them akimbo; exposing
her tight
little anus to Kym's salivating eyes. This is going to
be fun.......
Without further ado, Kym forces the dildo deep into
Holly's rectum.
At first she eases her way in with gentle probing
motions of her
hips. Once two-thirds of its length are embedded in
the girl's
shitter, Kym begins to pick up the tempo. Soon, she is
slamming her
hips back and forth lewdly - driving her 'cock' in and
out at great
speed. Holly's response is extremely satisfying; she
shrieks, she
bawls, she screams. I savour her pain and humiliation
- judging by
the jeers and cat-calls of the audience, I am not
alone. I make a
quick alteration to Ms Valence's psychology; from now
on she will
only orgasm when a cock is either down her throat or
up her arse.
That should make the 'Neighbours' set considerably
more
interesting......
An orderly queue forms at the head of the table. While
her arse is
pounded by her co-star, Holly is forced to orally
service numerous
men; quickly reaching a rhythm to match the raping of
her anus......
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