anonymous
10-31-2007, 07:25 PM
STARFUCK
Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
explicit descriptions of non-consensual sex. If this offends
you, please look elsewhere. This is FICTION. If you are
tempted to recreate any of the following scenes, your
psychiatrist is going to be a very happy
bunny......
Starfuck is designed to be a series of STAND ALONE stories
(much like the Hypno-Celeb franchise). However, each story
will feature the same protagonist - an individual with the
power to control people's minds. At some point, I might
determine the limitations of this power (ie how many people he
can control at any one time), but for now all you need know is
that in order for control to be established he must have skin-
to-skin contact with his target, though only for a split
second. Now, lets just kick back and watch him put his talent
to good use..... Further starfuck stories can be located at
the dejanews community CELEBFUCK
Comments and suggestions for future stories always welcome!
It's your suggestions that keep me writing..........
abeelzebub@hotmail.com
Starfuck: Claire Goose, Lisa Faulkner & Angela Griffen
by Mephistopheles
MC, MF, FF, CELEB
This one's a sequel to the earlier Claire Goose story - this
time I decided to add a pair of 'Holby' babes. Inspiration
courtesy
of 'Esquire'......
Originally, my intentions were to utilize my powers solely for
my own benefit (well it was the 1980s - the 'me' decade.....),
but, with maturity, arrived an acknowledgment that I had a
responsibility to share my talent. No matter how inventively
depraved one's own
imagination is, there's always someone out there that makes
you look like an amateur.......
The present spectacle merely serves to confirm how right I was
to place my abilities to tender. But I get ahead of myself;
allow me to fill in the background. I recently received a
visitor at my club - a student doctor named Stuart - who put
to me an exceptionally tempting proposition. He was looking
for an expensive birthday present for a friend / colleague,
and, it quickly became apparent, one that he too could share.
Stuart claimed to be a regular viewer of my web site - the
site upon which I broadcast my conquests for an eager
audience. Apparently (or, rather, appropriately) Stuart and
his friend
were big fans of 'Casualty', and, as such, were particularly
keen on my Claire Goose and Jan Anderson broadcast. They
regularly castigated the absence of nurses of that calibre in
the real NHS, and, to cut a long story short, Stuart wanted to
hire Ms Goose for the evening as a treat for his friend. Upon
hearing his plan, I readily agreed; my only fee was the
opportunity to broadcast events live on the web......
It was pitifully easy to reactivate Claire. Since our
last 'connection' I had given her back apparent freedom,
though she had been compelled, quite out of character, to pose
for several 'Lads' magazines - all tight tops and
micro-skirts.
One word was all it took. One word by phone and she was mine
again. I had her collected by limo from a street corner (I
liked her to be taken for a cheap whore) and brought
immediately to the club. She was quite beautiful - blond,
slim, tanned; dressed in figure hugging fabrics. A tight tank
top and a pair of lycra shorts adorned her phenomenal figure;
complemented by a fantastically kinky pair of boots that
finished at her knee.
No sooner were the doors closed than a pair of handcuffs were
slapped over her wrists - at which point I gave Claire back
the use of her mind.....
"W-Where am I?"
Her confusion is intensified when my client and his guest of
honour step forward; the latter of whom I present with the key
to her cuffs. A broad smile crosses his face as he eyes the
merchandise. Beside him, Stuart, looking equally impressed,
tuts an exaggerated disapproval.
"Oh no, that won't do at all. I suspect you're altogether
overdressed for this occasion Miss Goose." Claire's eyes
widen as a pair of scissors are produced. She tries to move
only to find her body unresponsive to her commands. A vocal
protest is her only option.
"No! What are you doing?" Her voice is shaky, her
helplessness evident as the birthday boy begins to cut away
her
top. "Ahhhhh!"
"Scream away, slut. This club is soundproofed, not that
anyone would want to help you anyway. The screams only add to
your
performance."
Quickly, the majority of the material has been sliced to the
floor, her tears falling down onto her bra incased breasts -
breasts almost too large for such a small frame. Out of the
corner of her eye, Claire can see one of the men taking
pictures with a digital camera. Claire's tear filled baby-blue
eyes look straight into the
man's eyes, searching for a common humanity. "Look, you don't
have to do this......You can't. Please........"
His reply is as instantaneous as it is cold. "Save your
energy, slut. You're going to need it. Ever since I first
saw you on screen, I've wanted to wank over your face. Now,
I've got you
helpless, I've stripped your top, and I'm going to strip you
naked. Time to reveal what you're got Claire....."
Claire looks on in horror as the scissors move to her bra
strap. With one brief snip, her covering falls away. She is
now topless, unable to command her arms to cover her modesty.
Those prize breasts are now on display, the plump, cherry
nipples bared for study. The man with the camera steps
forward, snapping close-ups of Claire's torso, face and
breasts. Visions enter Claire's mind of these pictures
finding their way into the pages of the 'Daily Sport' or
numerous mens' magazines - the shame was almost
unbearable......
However, glorious though this sight is, it provides no
respite. These men do not rest on their laurels. Kneeling
down, he hooks the scissors into her shorts.
"P-Please.....don't.....I'll do anyth-"
The man looks up at her blue eyes, overflowing with tears, and
responds without an ounce of sympathy. "You'll do that
anyway." The blade slices away at her short band, leaving her
dressed only in those lacy panties.
"Time for your unveiling."
With all her might, Claire tries to resist, but is unable to
move even a muscle. She had always sworn never to do a nude
performance. Now she has no choice.....
With one swift motion, the panties are cut away - an act that
elicits a chorus of approval; Claire is quite clearly a
natural blond. Poor girl. So ashamed, fearful that her
parents will see nude photos of her in porn mags - unaware
that her entire performance is being beamed out live via my
web cams. Even now, there is no time for idle admiration. A
gag is quickly secured before our victim is introduced to the
props - time for the main event.......
Now, let me bring you back to the present. Imagine the scene
before our - for there are three; myself, Stuart and his
friend Mark - eyes. We sit in a darkened backroom of my club
- yes, we sit; each in slouched casually in a comfy chair,
though our attention is very much engaged. In the centre of
the room is Claire Goose.
Allow me to describe her predicament at my leisure. Firstly,
what she is wearing - knee high black pvc boots (very kinky),
a
matching wide brimmed stetson (I dig the cow-girl look), and
nothing else; unless you include the bright red ball-gag
firmly fastened behind her head. Her hands are cuffed
together and held above her head via a cord suspended from the
ceiling, while between her legs is positioned a plank of wood
- securely fastened to the wall to ensure that, no matter how
much weight is applied, it will not move. The plank has been
turned onto its side; ensuring that it is the narrow width
that points upwards. Claire is positioned directly over this
plank; legs placed on either side (each secured to the floor
via leather straps) with her very exposed pussy resting
(although that word has no place given her predicament) upon
the narrow width. Indeed, close observation reveals that her
cunt lips are actually open, with the wood lying snugly
against the skin - letting Claire become acclimatized to the
feeling of wood against her privates; it's a sensation she's
going to become very used to......
The horse was a torture device devised centuries ago in Japan
- my clients have made certain adaptations to this age old
design, creating a more user-friendly model. The thin board
replaces the more traditional triangular plank, allowing
clearer study of the victim's labia as she rides the Pony.
Straddling the plank, secured to erase the possibility of
dismount, poor Ms Goose is forced onto tiptoe to protect her
tender flesh (even then, the edge of the wood just touches her
pussy lips) - helpless as we wait for the inevitable muscle
fatigue to set in.....
****** where it's due, Mark's scheme is extremely arousing.
The three of us sit in a lazy semi-circle around Claire, hands
on cocks, highlighting our victim's complete degradation.
Claire is adorable. At this moment she has been on the Pony
for nearly 45
minutes. The strain is beginning to show.
Her incredibly tense body is laced with a film of sweat (which
we have all taken the time to sample - teasing her with a
tongue under the armpit), her eyes are wide with effort, and,
in the last few minutes, she has resumed her illegible
pleading from behind the ball gag.
Barely a minute later, her calves finally buckle. Using what
little energy she has left, Claire lowers herself as gently as
possible onto the hard narrow surface below. Her attempt is
doomed. There can be no comfort on the Pony - only pain.
Delicate flesh is brutally ground between wood and pelvis; her
screams are audible even through the rubber. Instinctively,
her muscles push off again, bringing blessed relief from her
crouch's torture.
However, she is no less tired; her muscles cannot sustain her
for long......
Muscles throbbing, she is quickly forced to lower herself onto
the Pony once again - forced to surrender the soft, delicate
parts she has been working so hard to protect to the
unremitting wood. This time, it takes longer for Claire to
summon the strength to rise again, but, eventually, she points
her toes and pushes against gravity. The exertion is now
growing too much for her. She is squirming constantly in a
futile attempt to find comfort - the constant motion that
gives this torture its name; riding the Pony.
Claire looks at us imploringly. Unable to speak through her
tight ball-gag, her eyes are left to do the talking. And they
plead and beg - to no avail. We let her squirm; let her watch
us whacking off over her - let her watch the camera that is
recording her dilemma for posterity. Intermittently, its lens
zooms in on her sore little snatch; the flesh swollen and raw
from the incessant torture.
This delicious sight is almost too much to bear. I wonder how
Claire's 'fans' - furtively tuning into the web site on which
this performance is being beamed live - are reacting? How
many of them are coming even as I speak? How many have
already shot their load?
Clearly, Mark has reached breaking point. Using the
prerogative of the birthday boy, he stands up and walks over
to our helpless victim. Stopping barely a foot from Claire's
face, he starts wanking with increased ferocity. Claire, eyes
closed in concentration, doesn't see his approach; nor does
she hear his renewed activity - other things on her mind. She
will become aware of his presence soon enough..... Her eyes
open - and widen in horror - at the very instance that Mark
shoots his load. The first batch hits her straight in the
face, covering both nose and lips - delightful. After that
shock, Claire tries to turn away, meaning that first neck,
then ear, and finally hair also receives a protein blast.....
Before she has recovered from this assault, Stuart and I have
stepped into position and quickly relieve ourselves likewise.
She is now drenched in spunk; it runs through her hair, down
her face, up her nose, across her breasts, stomach, thighs -
even her boots are stained with fresh semen. Furthermore,
this complete humiliation has made her give up the ghost. Her
cunt is now ground painfully into the wood, with only an
infrequent spasm of movement to attempt a rescue.
Having had their fun with the pony, my two clients spend the
rest of the night fucking their merchandise. The agony Claire
feels from having her sore and swollen snatch invaded by hard
cock is
apparent from her screaming. With the gag removed, she spends
the next couple of hours screaming for our pleasure at the top
of her
lungs........
The evening proved such a resounding success that Stuart
contacted me again within the week. Apparently, their dorm
was holding a frat party to celebrate the end of an
examination period. Having heard about Mark's surprise
present, their colleagues were keen for me to supply the
night's entertainment. After hearing their proposal, I waived
my fee - such diligent perversion deserves a reward...... To
obtain the merchandise, I was required to make a trip to
Bristol - set of the filming of Casualty's young sibling;
'Holby City'. Like Mark and Stuart, their colleagues had a
desire to
humiliate screen doctors and nurses - perhaps in retribution
for their rosy presentation of life on an NHS ward, or,
perhaps they just enjoyed fucking beautiful babes in uniform.
Whatever their motivation, I certainly couldn't fault their
taste. They had requested the sexy stars of 'Holby' - Angela
Griffen and Lisa Faulkner; oh, and Claire of course......
As luck would have it, Claire was due to film a cameo
in 'Holby' - providing me with easy access to that show's
stunning stars. After her filming was over, we left - with
Lisa and Angela in tow.
The party is already swinging. Due to demand, the venue has
been moved to the main dorm; a room packed with over thirty
hormonally charged (not to mention alcohol fueled) medical
students. Upon my arrival, Stuart introduced me to all of the
revelers - taking
particular pleasure in my meeting with one of their number.
But more of this later. Let's usher in the main event......
Our 'guests' have been dressing (although, given the
circumstances, that hardly seems an appropriate choice of
words). When they enter the room, their efforts are much
appreciated; the baying is loud and voracious. Angela and
Lisa have been dressed according to the 'Mayfair' ideal - the
clothes are tight (almost transparent in places, not that
opaqueness makes any difference), the fabric cheap pvc
(clinging in all the right places), the heels high and the
stockings fishnet. Altogether more appropriate.
Both outfits are modelled upon the actresses' roles in the hit
series - Lisa a doctor, Angela a nurse. Although, were the
BBC to adopt these designs, the ratings war would be won at a
stroke.
Angela's uniform is a blue one-piece - not dissimilar from the
one I designed for Ms Goose some time ago - topped by a cute
little nurse's hat. Faulkner is dressed as a doctor - albeit
one designed with male fantasy in mind. Her outfit consists
solely of the traditional white lab coat - although it has
been rather dramatically refitted;
skintight, open to reveal generous cleavage (and the fact that
she wears nothing beneath). To top the look off, Lisa wears a
pair of spectacles - glasses always make a woman look
intelligent; combined with the clothes she wears, spectacles
simply reinforce the image of her as a bimbo.
They make an attractive combination - one fair skinned and
blond, the other dark. Something for every taste - and, at
this moment, every man in the dorm longs to fuck them both.
And they will. But first we are to be entertained. Time for
Lisa and Angela to indulge in a spot of (enforced) role-play -
doctors and nurses........ Despite their considerable mental
anguish, they kiss; not just
a chaste peck, but full on, open mouthed, entwined tongues.
Lisa, as her role demands, quickly assumes the role of
aggressor. Her hand traces the contour of Angela's breasts
through the pvc (for there is no way to get beneath something
so resolutely skintight) - pinching and twisting the pokey
nipples very much on display. Likewise, she pushes against
her black lover's pvc covered (but by no means concealed)
crotch; eliciting little gasps of appreciation from the nurse.
It is at this point that the fact that this venue is within a
teaching hospital becomes an advantage - it was by no means
difficult to obtain certain props. Angela is swiftly lain
atop one such prop - a surgical bed, complete with restraints;
all of which are immediately bound around her compliant form.
Even were she given control of her facilities back, Angela is
now quite helpless to resist our intentions - thus I
relinquish most of my hold; allowing her to vainly struggle
against her bondage (though the facility of speech is still
denied). Lisa - her friend and colleague - stands over her;
outwardly impassive, even if her inner self is in a state of
considerable termoil. She is handed a surgical blade, and,
without a flicker of recognition or sympathy, applies it to
Griffen's struggling form.
Although it might be appealing to cut the black bitch, Lisa
merely slices away the thin covering of pvc. Once the blade
has done its work, she leans down and rips apart the remainder
of the material - leaving her friend quite exposed to our
machinations......
Angela Griffen is now fully nude - save for the hooker heels
still adorning her feet. The med students quickly gather
around her prostate form; first looking, then groping the
beautiful ebony body held helpless before them. Soon she has
a dick pressed against her lips, and, despite her objections
(and in no small part due to my mental manipulation), begins
to suck. For the next hour, Angela is forced to gobble sperm
- no sooner has one shot his load, than another steps into
position.......
Miss Faulkner has not been forgotten. While her friend is
abused by students intent on mixing hot chocolate and cream,
Lisa has willingly (on the surface level at any rate) stripped
off her meagre clothing (as with Angela, leaving only the
heels and suspenders) and stepped into a bondage harness.
After the lengths and pullies have been tied around her, a
final rope is pulled - suspending her two metres from the
ground (its lengthening or shortening adjusts her height of
suspension accordingly). The pain the ropes inflict must be
immense, carrying her body weight by her most delicate regions
as they do - and, it is in such a spirit that I give her back
self-control. I love to hear a celebrity screaming. Lisa
does not disappoint. After several minutes, her cries become
mere whimpers - the storm blowing itself out (although it is
not the only thing blowing in this room). Clearly Lisa is
becoming accustomed to her bondage. It is at precisely this
point that I allow her to sight her complete humiliation.
Stepping forward from the gaggle of academics preferring to
watch Lisa's torment rather than participate in Angela's, one
of their number makes himself known to the helpless Ms
Faulkner. It is her younger brother.
However, if she expects sympathy, she is to be sorely
disappointed. It is another kind of brotherly love that he
has in mind......
James Faulkner has always lived in the shadow of his elder
sibling. While he pursued a career in ********, she became an
actor - and with it came immediate fame and wealth. Needless
to say, a certain amount of bitterness developed. Her
acceptance of a role in BBC 1's 'Holby City' - earning vastly
more money for merely playing a doctor than James could expect
from the profession itself - was the straw that broke the
camel's back. Thus, I need not use my power to read James'
mind when he confronts his bound and helpless sister - time
for payback......
If Lisa's fears were eased the moment she saw James among her
captors, they increase exponentially as the realisation dawns
that he has no intention of helping her. Instead, he intends
to be the first in a long line of rapists.
Her eyes widen with horror as he jams a dildo gag down her
throat, securing it behind her head. Having done this, he
begins to manipulate the central pullee; adjusting Lisa's
position to a more accessible height. Soon, her hog-tied body
as at the same level as his pelvis - his waspish sister finds
herself face to face with James' cock. Needless to say, it is
hard. She frantically attempts to twist away, only to find
herself held in position by the groping hands of James'
colleagues - all eager to cop a feel of this fine piece of
celebrity meat. Thus, she is quite helpless to prevent her
younger brother rubbing his cock across her face - leaving a
delicate snail- trail of pre-cum in its wake. He takes
particular care to get some slime up her nostrils and into
ears (indeed, at one point, I actually suspected his intent
was to fuck her ear canal). Even gagged, Lisa's disgust is
patently obvious - I do not need to delve into her mind to
discover her feelings; they are written all over her face
(along with a not inconsiderable quantity of precum.....).
At one point, James slowly circles his sister; playing with
both pussy and anus, before delivering a number of sharp slaps
to her buttocks. Despite the gag, his sister's little yelps
are perfectly audible. Having worked a pair of his fingers
into her ass up to the knuckle (using her own cunt juice as
lubricant), James pulls out - evidently satisfied that he has
fulfilled the requirements of
foreplay. With a quick nod in my direction, control is
reimposed upon Lisa's body - body and brain once again
forcibly disconnected - she is now helpless to question his
instructions. Removing the gag, he instructs his sister to
keep her mouth wide open - she's about to take the real thing.
His head is then placed between her lips and she is
instructed to begin sucking, before he pushes his entire
length down into her throat. With his hands caught up in her
hair, he begins to face fuck her with years of
bitterness......
While he fucks her, James subjects his sister to a stream of
abuse. "Yeah, this is what you've always wanted. What you've
always deserved. Should have done this years ago. You always
were a stuck up bitch. You've had this coming for a long time
now, sis. How does it feel? My cock in your throat? How
does it taste? What a fucking slut!"
Even while she is being violated by her own brother, I force
Lisa's attention over to her friend. Angela - having received
a thorough coating of spunk - is now being hosed down. This
serves many purposes - it cleans away the semen, causes her
nipples and clitoris to harden as a response to the cold
water, and it prepares her for her next torment. Water is
conductive you see.......
At this point Claire Goose makes her entrance. Unlike her
colleagues, Claire has not been dressed as a nurse. Instead,
she wears the garb of a dominatrix; a leather bra many sizes
too small for her ample assets, crotchless leather panties,
knee high leather boots and a leather dog collar - all of
which are adorned with cheap metal studs. Claire does not come
empty handed, but pushes a trolley, on top of which is another
piece of hospital equipment - the machine used to administer
life saving shocks in the advent of heart stoppage.
As Angela struggles futilely, Claire positions the trolley
beside her bed. The machine is then plugged in and the
paddles tested for current discharge. When satisfied that
everything is in working order, Claire bring the paddles into
contact with Angela's torso. The screams are extremely
satisfying.......
Internally, Claire Goose is mortified by the punishment she is
administering to her friend - however, none of this anguish is
allowed to show. All the outside world sees is the evil smirk
I place on her features as she subjects Angela to excruciating
pain. The paddles are repeatedly placed upon Griffen's most
tender regions - her ass, nipples and cunt are zapped numerous
times - each time eliciting a slightly more primordial howl
from the victim. How long would it take for Angela Griffen to
be turned into a savage animal? The thought is appealing -
certainly there are many clients who would pay handsomely for
such a pet......
However, that is for another day. For now, I instruct Claire
to put the paddles away - Griffen's torment is not going to be
anywhere near so monotonous; I have numerous nasties to
inflict upon that beautiful ebony.......
As Claire Goose - now every inch the dominatrix - leaves a
semi- conscious Angela Griffen in the eager hands of numerous
med students, James shoots his seed deep into his sister's
throat. Lisa is then cut down from her harness; though her
hands remain bound firmly behind her back. As she struggles
to rise from the floor, she is dragged forward until she lies
before the leather boots of Ms Goose. The toe of one of these
boots is immediately pushed against her lips, and, despite her
mental intentions to the contrary, she begins to suck it.
For the next five minutes, Lisa Faulkner reluctantly
demonstrates the full repertoire of her follatio skills -
licking, sucking, nibbling each of Claire's boots. I doubt any
of us have ever seen such a passionate display of oral fucking
- there can be no doubt Lisa looks ever inch a subservient
slut, desperate to please her mistress.......
If Ms Goose is pleased, she chooses to show it via more
aggression. Grabbing a handful of her slave's hair, she yanks
Lisa to her feet and into a ferocious embrace. While Claire's
tongue pushes its way into Lisa's mouth, her nails drag their
way along her servant's buttocks - leaving vicious red whelts
in their wake. After this, Lisa is once again thrown to the
floor, whereupon Claire swiftly repositions herself astride of
her face - grinding her bare cunt down upon the bridge of
Lisa's nose. Before long, Lisa is lapping thirstily at this
dripping snatch.......
By this time, Angela has been subjected to further violation.
Currently, she stands at the centre of a circle of baying
students - with lighted candles inserted into her cunt and
arse. As a result, molten wax oozes down her thighs and legs
- looking every bit as if her holes are overflowing with
spunk. Of course, before long this illusion will become
reality.
Acting on a whim, I command Claire to piss straight into
Lisa's mouth. Unable to disobey, she responds immediately;
filling Lisa's mouth with a stream of warm urine. Equally
helpless, Lisa is faced with a stark choice - swallow or
suffocate. Unsurprisingly, she chooses to swallow.........
An hour (and a considerable amount of fucking) later, all
three kneel in a row - hands bound tightly behind their backs.
As we recover our breath, Lisa and Angela are placed back to
back with a double ended dildo inserted into each's arse.
They are now connected - the movement of one spells trouble
for the other. To make matters work, a light current is sent
through it - conducted directly to each girl's
sensitive regions. The resultant bobbing (for they are unable
to free themselves from its intrusion) makes it look as if
they are fucking each other with the dildo......
Claire meanwhile, has been strapped to the surgical bed. From
there her nipples and clit are sprayed with a cold gas -
ensuring that they remain suitably erect. She is now ready
for piercing......
Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
explicit descriptions of non-consensual sex. If this offends
you, please look elsewhere. This is FICTION. If you are
tempted to recreate any of the following scenes, your
psychiatrist is going to be a very happy
bunny......
Starfuck is designed to be a series of STAND ALONE stories
(much like the Hypno-Celeb franchise). However, each story
will feature the same protagonist - an individual with the
power to control people's minds. At some point, I might
determine the limitations of this power (ie how many people he
can control at any one time), but for now all you need know is
that in order for control to be established he must have skin-
to-skin contact with his target, though only for a split
second. Now, lets just kick back and watch him put his talent
to good use..... Further starfuck stories can be located at
the dejanews community CELEBFUCK
Comments and suggestions for future stories always welcome!
It's your suggestions that keep me writing..........
abeelzebub@hotmail.com
Starfuck: Claire Goose, Lisa Faulkner & Angela Griffen
by Mephistopheles
MC, MF, FF, CELEB
This one's a sequel to the earlier Claire Goose story - this
time I decided to add a pair of 'Holby' babes. Inspiration
courtesy
of 'Esquire'......
Originally, my intentions were to utilize my powers solely for
my own benefit (well it was the 1980s - the 'me' decade.....),
but, with maturity, arrived an acknowledgment that I had a
responsibility to share my talent. No matter how inventively
depraved one's own
imagination is, there's always someone out there that makes
you look like an amateur.......
The present spectacle merely serves to confirm how right I was
to place my abilities to tender. But I get ahead of myself;
allow me to fill in the background. I recently received a
visitor at my club - a student doctor named Stuart - who put
to me an exceptionally tempting proposition. He was looking
for an expensive birthday present for a friend / colleague,
and, it quickly became apparent, one that he too could share.
Stuart claimed to be a regular viewer of my web site - the
site upon which I broadcast my conquests for an eager
audience. Apparently (or, rather, appropriately) Stuart and
his friend
were big fans of 'Casualty', and, as such, were particularly
keen on my Claire Goose and Jan Anderson broadcast. They
regularly castigated the absence of nurses of that calibre in
the real NHS, and, to cut a long story short, Stuart wanted to
hire Ms Goose for the evening as a treat for his friend. Upon
hearing his plan, I readily agreed; my only fee was the
opportunity to broadcast events live on the web......
It was pitifully easy to reactivate Claire. Since our
last 'connection' I had given her back apparent freedom,
though she had been compelled, quite out of character, to pose
for several 'Lads' magazines - all tight tops and
micro-skirts.
One word was all it took. One word by phone and she was mine
again. I had her collected by limo from a street corner (I
liked her to be taken for a cheap whore) and brought
immediately to the club. She was quite beautiful - blond,
slim, tanned; dressed in figure hugging fabrics. A tight tank
top and a pair of lycra shorts adorned her phenomenal figure;
complemented by a fantastically kinky pair of boots that
finished at her knee.
No sooner were the doors closed than a pair of handcuffs were
slapped over her wrists - at which point I gave Claire back
the use of her mind.....
"W-Where am I?"
Her confusion is intensified when my client and his guest of
honour step forward; the latter of whom I present with the key
to her cuffs. A broad smile crosses his face as he eyes the
merchandise. Beside him, Stuart, looking equally impressed,
tuts an exaggerated disapproval.
"Oh no, that won't do at all. I suspect you're altogether
overdressed for this occasion Miss Goose." Claire's eyes
widen as a pair of scissors are produced. She tries to move
only to find her body unresponsive to her commands. A vocal
protest is her only option.
"No! What are you doing?" Her voice is shaky, her
helplessness evident as the birthday boy begins to cut away
her
top. "Ahhhhh!"
"Scream away, slut. This club is soundproofed, not that
anyone would want to help you anyway. The screams only add to
your
performance."
Quickly, the majority of the material has been sliced to the
floor, her tears falling down onto her bra incased breasts -
breasts almost too large for such a small frame. Out of the
corner of her eye, Claire can see one of the men taking
pictures with a digital camera. Claire's tear filled baby-blue
eyes look straight into the
man's eyes, searching for a common humanity. "Look, you don't
have to do this......You can't. Please........"
His reply is as instantaneous as it is cold. "Save your
energy, slut. You're going to need it. Ever since I first
saw you on screen, I've wanted to wank over your face. Now,
I've got you
helpless, I've stripped your top, and I'm going to strip you
naked. Time to reveal what you're got Claire....."
Claire looks on in horror as the scissors move to her bra
strap. With one brief snip, her covering falls away. She is
now topless, unable to command her arms to cover her modesty.
Those prize breasts are now on display, the plump, cherry
nipples bared for study. The man with the camera steps
forward, snapping close-ups of Claire's torso, face and
breasts. Visions enter Claire's mind of these pictures
finding their way into the pages of the 'Daily Sport' or
numerous mens' magazines - the shame was almost
unbearable......
However, glorious though this sight is, it provides no
respite. These men do not rest on their laurels. Kneeling
down, he hooks the scissors into her shorts.
"P-Please.....don't.....I'll do anyth-"
The man looks up at her blue eyes, overflowing with tears, and
responds without an ounce of sympathy. "You'll do that
anyway." The blade slices away at her short band, leaving her
dressed only in those lacy panties.
"Time for your unveiling."
With all her might, Claire tries to resist, but is unable to
move even a muscle. She had always sworn never to do a nude
performance. Now she has no choice.....
With one swift motion, the panties are cut away - an act that
elicits a chorus of approval; Claire is quite clearly a
natural blond. Poor girl. So ashamed, fearful that her
parents will see nude photos of her in porn mags - unaware
that her entire performance is being beamed out live via my
web cams. Even now, there is no time for idle admiration. A
gag is quickly secured before our victim is introduced to the
props - time for the main event.......
Now, let me bring you back to the present. Imagine the scene
before our - for there are three; myself, Stuart and his
friend Mark - eyes. We sit in a darkened backroom of my club
- yes, we sit; each in slouched casually in a comfy chair,
though our attention is very much engaged. In the centre of
the room is Claire Goose.
Allow me to describe her predicament at my leisure. Firstly,
what she is wearing - knee high black pvc boots (very kinky),
a
matching wide brimmed stetson (I dig the cow-girl look), and
nothing else; unless you include the bright red ball-gag
firmly fastened behind her head. Her hands are cuffed
together and held above her head via a cord suspended from the
ceiling, while between her legs is positioned a plank of wood
- securely fastened to the wall to ensure that, no matter how
much weight is applied, it will not move. The plank has been
turned onto its side; ensuring that it is the narrow width
that points upwards. Claire is positioned directly over this
plank; legs placed on either side (each secured to the floor
via leather straps) with her very exposed pussy resting
(although that word has no place given her predicament) upon
the narrow width. Indeed, close observation reveals that her
cunt lips are actually open, with the wood lying snugly
against the skin - letting Claire become acclimatized to the
feeling of wood against her privates; it's a sensation she's
going to become very used to......
The horse was a torture device devised centuries ago in Japan
- my clients have made certain adaptations to this age old
design, creating a more user-friendly model. The thin board
replaces the more traditional triangular plank, allowing
clearer study of the victim's labia as she rides the Pony.
Straddling the plank, secured to erase the possibility of
dismount, poor Ms Goose is forced onto tiptoe to protect her
tender flesh (even then, the edge of the wood just touches her
pussy lips) - helpless as we wait for the inevitable muscle
fatigue to set in.....
****** where it's due, Mark's scheme is extremely arousing.
The three of us sit in a lazy semi-circle around Claire, hands
on cocks, highlighting our victim's complete degradation.
Claire is adorable. At this moment she has been on the Pony
for nearly 45
minutes. The strain is beginning to show.
Her incredibly tense body is laced with a film of sweat (which
we have all taken the time to sample - teasing her with a
tongue under the armpit), her eyes are wide with effort, and,
in the last few minutes, she has resumed her illegible
pleading from behind the ball gag.
Barely a minute later, her calves finally buckle. Using what
little energy she has left, Claire lowers herself as gently as
possible onto the hard narrow surface below. Her attempt is
doomed. There can be no comfort on the Pony - only pain.
Delicate flesh is brutally ground between wood and pelvis; her
screams are audible even through the rubber. Instinctively,
her muscles push off again, bringing blessed relief from her
crouch's torture.
However, she is no less tired; her muscles cannot sustain her
for long......
Muscles throbbing, she is quickly forced to lower herself onto
the Pony once again - forced to surrender the soft, delicate
parts she has been working so hard to protect to the
unremitting wood. This time, it takes longer for Claire to
summon the strength to rise again, but, eventually, she points
her toes and pushes against gravity. The exertion is now
growing too much for her. She is squirming constantly in a
futile attempt to find comfort - the constant motion that
gives this torture its name; riding the Pony.
Claire looks at us imploringly. Unable to speak through her
tight ball-gag, her eyes are left to do the talking. And they
plead and beg - to no avail. We let her squirm; let her watch
us whacking off over her - let her watch the camera that is
recording her dilemma for posterity. Intermittently, its lens
zooms in on her sore little snatch; the flesh swollen and raw
from the incessant torture.
This delicious sight is almost too much to bear. I wonder how
Claire's 'fans' - furtively tuning into the web site on which
this performance is being beamed live - are reacting? How
many of them are coming even as I speak? How many have
already shot their load?
Clearly, Mark has reached breaking point. Using the
prerogative of the birthday boy, he stands up and walks over
to our helpless victim. Stopping barely a foot from Claire's
face, he starts wanking with increased ferocity. Claire, eyes
closed in concentration, doesn't see his approach; nor does
she hear his renewed activity - other things on her mind. She
will become aware of his presence soon enough..... Her eyes
open - and widen in horror - at the very instance that Mark
shoots his load. The first batch hits her straight in the
face, covering both nose and lips - delightful. After that
shock, Claire tries to turn away, meaning that first neck,
then ear, and finally hair also receives a protein blast.....
Before she has recovered from this assault, Stuart and I have
stepped into position and quickly relieve ourselves likewise.
She is now drenched in spunk; it runs through her hair, down
her face, up her nose, across her breasts, stomach, thighs -
even her boots are stained with fresh semen. Furthermore,
this complete humiliation has made her give up the ghost. Her
cunt is now ground painfully into the wood, with only an
infrequent spasm of movement to attempt a rescue.
Having had their fun with the pony, my two clients spend the
rest of the night fucking their merchandise. The agony Claire
feels from having her sore and swollen snatch invaded by hard
cock is
apparent from her screaming. With the gag removed, she spends
the next couple of hours screaming for our pleasure at the top
of her
lungs........
The evening proved such a resounding success that Stuart
contacted me again within the week. Apparently, their dorm
was holding a frat party to celebrate the end of an
examination period. Having heard about Mark's surprise
present, their colleagues were keen for me to supply the
night's entertainment. After hearing their proposal, I waived
my fee - such diligent perversion deserves a reward...... To
obtain the merchandise, I was required to make a trip to
Bristol - set of the filming of Casualty's young sibling;
'Holby City'. Like Mark and Stuart, their colleagues had a
desire to
humiliate screen doctors and nurses - perhaps in retribution
for their rosy presentation of life on an NHS ward, or,
perhaps they just enjoyed fucking beautiful babes in uniform.
Whatever their motivation, I certainly couldn't fault their
taste. They had requested the sexy stars of 'Holby' - Angela
Griffen and Lisa Faulkner; oh, and Claire of course......
As luck would have it, Claire was due to film a cameo
in 'Holby' - providing me with easy access to that show's
stunning stars. After her filming was over, we left - with
Lisa and Angela in tow.
The party is already swinging. Due to demand, the venue has
been moved to the main dorm; a room packed with over thirty
hormonally charged (not to mention alcohol fueled) medical
students. Upon my arrival, Stuart introduced me to all of the
revelers - taking
particular pleasure in my meeting with one of their number.
But more of this later. Let's usher in the main event......
Our 'guests' have been dressing (although, given the
circumstances, that hardly seems an appropriate choice of
words). When they enter the room, their efforts are much
appreciated; the baying is loud and voracious. Angela and
Lisa have been dressed according to the 'Mayfair' ideal - the
clothes are tight (almost transparent in places, not that
opaqueness makes any difference), the fabric cheap pvc
(clinging in all the right places), the heels high and the
stockings fishnet. Altogether more appropriate.
Both outfits are modelled upon the actresses' roles in the hit
series - Lisa a doctor, Angela a nurse. Although, were the
BBC to adopt these designs, the ratings war would be won at a
stroke.
Angela's uniform is a blue one-piece - not dissimilar from the
one I designed for Ms Goose some time ago - topped by a cute
little nurse's hat. Faulkner is dressed as a doctor - albeit
one designed with male fantasy in mind. Her outfit consists
solely of the traditional white lab coat - although it has
been rather dramatically refitted;
skintight, open to reveal generous cleavage (and the fact that
she wears nothing beneath). To top the look off, Lisa wears a
pair of spectacles - glasses always make a woman look
intelligent; combined with the clothes she wears, spectacles
simply reinforce the image of her as a bimbo.
They make an attractive combination - one fair skinned and
blond, the other dark. Something for every taste - and, at
this moment, every man in the dorm longs to fuck them both.
And they will. But first we are to be entertained. Time for
Lisa and Angela to indulge in a spot of (enforced) role-play -
doctors and nurses........ Despite their considerable mental
anguish, they kiss; not just
a chaste peck, but full on, open mouthed, entwined tongues.
Lisa, as her role demands, quickly assumes the role of
aggressor. Her hand traces the contour of Angela's breasts
through the pvc (for there is no way to get beneath something
so resolutely skintight) - pinching and twisting the pokey
nipples very much on display. Likewise, she pushes against
her black lover's pvc covered (but by no means concealed)
crotch; eliciting little gasps of appreciation from the nurse.
It is at this point that the fact that this venue is within a
teaching hospital becomes an advantage - it was by no means
difficult to obtain certain props. Angela is swiftly lain
atop one such prop - a surgical bed, complete with restraints;
all of which are immediately bound around her compliant form.
Even were she given control of her facilities back, Angela is
now quite helpless to resist our intentions - thus I
relinquish most of my hold; allowing her to vainly struggle
against her bondage (though the facility of speech is still
denied). Lisa - her friend and colleague - stands over her;
outwardly impassive, even if her inner self is in a state of
considerable termoil. She is handed a surgical blade, and,
without a flicker of recognition or sympathy, applies it to
Griffen's struggling form.
Although it might be appealing to cut the black bitch, Lisa
merely slices away the thin covering of pvc. Once the blade
has done its work, she leans down and rips apart the remainder
of the material - leaving her friend quite exposed to our
machinations......
Angela Griffen is now fully nude - save for the hooker heels
still adorning her feet. The med students quickly gather
around her prostate form; first looking, then groping the
beautiful ebony body held helpless before them. Soon she has
a dick pressed against her lips, and, despite her objections
(and in no small part due to my mental manipulation), begins
to suck. For the next hour, Angela is forced to gobble sperm
- no sooner has one shot his load, than another steps into
position.......
Miss Faulkner has not been forgotten. While her friend is
abused by students intent on mixing hot chocolate and cream,
Lisa has willingly (on the surface level at any rate) stripped
off her meagre clothing (as with Angela, leaving only the
heels and suspenders) and stepped into a bondage harness.
After the lengths and pullies have been tied around her, a
final rope is pulled - suspending her two metres from the
ground (its lengthening or shortening adjusts her height of
suspension accordingly). The pain the ropes inflict must be
immense, carrying her body weight by her most delicate regions
as they do - and, it is in such a spirit that I give her back
self-control. I love to hear a celebrity screaming. Lisa
does not disappoint. After several minutes, her cries become
mere whimpers - the storm blowing itself out (although it is
not the only thing blowing in this room). Clearly Lisa is
becoming accustomed to her bondage. It is at precisely this
point that I allow her to sight her complete humiliation.
Stepping forward from the gaggle of academics preferring to
watch Lisa's torment rather than participate in Angela's, one
of their number makes himself known to the helpless Ms
Faulkner. It is her younger brother.
However, if she expects sympathy, she is to be sorely
disappointed. It is another kind of brotherly love that he
has in mind......
James Faulkner has always lived in the shadow of his elder
sibling. While he pursued a career in ********, she became an
actor - and with it came immediate fame and wealth. Needless
to say, a certain amount of bitterness developed. Her
acceptance of a role in BBC 1's 'Holby City' - earning vastly
more money for merely playing a doctor than James could expect
from the profession itself - was the straw that broke the
camel's back. Thus, I need not use my power to read James'
mind when he confronts his bound and helpless sister - time
for payback......
If Lisa's fears were eased the moment she saw James among her
captors, they increase exponentially as the realisation dawns
that he has no intention of helping her. Instead, he intends
to be the first in a long line of rapists.
Her eyes widen with horror as he jams a dildo gag down her
throat, securing it behind her head. Having done this, he
begins to manipulate the central pullee; adjusting Lisa's
position to a more accessible height. Soon, her hog-tied body
as at the same level as his pelvis - his waspish sister finds
herself face to face with James' cock. Needless to say, it is
hard. She frantically attempts to twist away, only to find
herself held in position by the groping hands of James'
colleagues - all eager to cop a feel of this fine piece of
celebrity meat. Thus, she is quite helpless to prevent her
younger brother rubbing his cock across her face - leaving a
delicate snail- trail of pre-cum in its wake. He takes
particular care to get some slime up her nostrils and into
ears (indeed, at one point, I actually suspected his intent
was to fuck her ear canal). Even gagged, Lisa's disgust is
patently obvious - I do not need to delve into her mind to
discover her feelings; they are written all over her face
(along with a not inconsiderable quantity of precum.....).
At one point, James slowly circles his sister; playing with
both pussy and anus, before delivering a number of sharp slaps
to her buttocks. Despite the gag, his sister's little yelps
are perfectly audible. Having worked a pair of his fingers
into her ass up to the knuckle (using her own cunt juice as
lubricant), James pulls out - evidently satisfied that he has
fulfilled the requirements of
foreplay. With a quick nod in my direction, control is
reimposed upon Lisa's body - body and brain once again
forcibly disconnected - she is now helpless to question his
instructions. Removing the gag, he instructs his sister to
keep her mouth wide open - she's about to take the real thing.
His head is then placed between her lips and she is
instructed to begin sucking, before he pushes his entire
length down into her throat. With his hands caught up in her
hair, he begins to face fuck her with years of
bitterness......
While he fucks her, James subjects his sister to a stream of
abuse. "Yeah, this is what you've always wanted. What you've
always deserved. Should have done this years ago. You always
were a stuck up bitch. You've had this coming for a long time
now, sis. How does it feel? My cock in your throat? How
does it taste? What a fucking slut!"
Even while she is being violated by her own brother, I force
Lisa's attention over to her friend. Angela - having received
a thorough coating of spunk - is now being hosed down. This
serves many purposes - it cleans away the semen, causes her
nipples and clitoris to harden as a response to the cold
water, and it prepares her for her next torment. Water is
conductive you see.......
At this point Claire Goose makes her entrance. Unlike her
colleagues, Claire has not been dressed as a nurse. Instead,
she wears the garb of a dominatrix; a leather bra many sizes
too small for her ample assets, crotchless leather panties,
knee high leather boots and a leather dog collar - all of
which are adorned with cheap metal studs. Claire does not come
empty handed, but pushes a trolley, on top of which is another
piece of hospital equipment - the machine used to administer
life saving shocks in the advent of heart stoppage.
As Angela struggles futilely, Claire positions the trolley
beside her bed. The machine is then plugged in and the
paddles tested for current discharge. When satisfied that
everything is in working order, Claire bring the paddles into
contact with Angela's torso. The screams are extremely
satisfying.......
Internally, Claire Goose is mortified by the punishment she is
administering to her friend - however, none of this anguish is
allowed to show. All the outside world sees is the evil smirk
I place on her features as she subjects Angela to excruciating
pain. The paddles are repeatedly placed upon Griffen's most
tender regions - her ass, nipples and cunt are zapped numerous
times - each time eliciting a slightly more primordial howl
from the victim. How long would it take for Angela Griffen to
be turned into a savage animal? The thought is appealing -
certainly there are many clients who would pay handsomely for
such a pet......
However, that is for another day. For now, I instruct Claire
to put the paddles away - Griffen's torment is not going to be
anywhere near so monotonous; I have numerous nasties to
inflict upon that beautiful ebony.......
As Claire Goose - now every inch the dominatrix - leaves a
semi- conscious Angela Griffen in the eager hands of numerous
med students, James shoots his seed deep into his sister's
throat. Lisa is then cut down from her harness; though her
hands remain bound firmly behind her back. As she struggles
to rise from the floor, she is dragged forward until she lies
before the leather boots of Ms Goose. The toe of one of these
boots is immediately pushed against her lips, and, despite her
mental intentions to the contrary, she begins to suck it.
For the next five minutes, Lisa Faulkner reluctantly
demonstrates the full repertoire of her follatio skills -
licking, sucking, nibbling each of Claire's boots. I doubt any
of us have ever seen such a passionate display of oral fucking
- there can be no doubt Lisa looks ever inch a subservient
slut, desperate to please her mistress.......
If Ms Goose is pleased, she chooses to show it via more
aggression. Grabbing a handful of her slave's hair, she yanks
Lisa to her feet and into a ferocious embrace. While Claire's
tongue pushes its way into Lisa's mouth, her nails drag their
way along her servant's buttocks - leaving vicious red whelts
in their wake. After this, Lisa is once again thrown to the
floor, whereupon Claire swiftly repositions herself astride of
her face - grinding her bare cunt down upon the bridge of
Lisa's nose. Before long, Lisa is lapping thirstily at this
dripping snatch.......
By this time, Angela has been subjected to further violation.
Currently, she stands at the centre of a circle of baying
students - with lighted candles inserted into her cunt and
arse. As a result, molten wax oozes down her thighs and legs
- looking every bit as if her holes are overflowing with
spunk. Of course, before long this illusion will become
reality.
Acting on a whim, I command Claire to piss straight into
Lisa's mouth. Unable to disobey, she responds immediately;
filling Lisa's mouth with a stream of warm urine. Equally
helpless, Lisa is faced with a stark choice - swallow or
suffocate. Unsurprisingly, she chooses to swallow.........
An hour (and a considerable amount of fucking) later, all
three kneel in a row - hands bound tightly behind their backs.
As we recover our breath, Lisa and Angela are placed back to
back with a double ended dildo inserted into each's arse.
They are now connected - the movement of one spells trouble
for the other. To make matters work, a light current is sent
through it - conducted directly to each girl's
sensitive regions. The resultant bobbing (for they are unable
to free themselves from its intrusion) makes it look as if
they are fucking each other with the dildo......
Claire meanwhile, has been strapped to the surgical bed. From
there her nipples and clit are sprayed with a cold gas -
ensuring that they remain suitably erect. She is now ready
for piercing......