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11-01-2007, 03:25 PM
Having a Tennis "Ball": Agent of Destruction
By Rinky Dink
(MC, FF, MF)
Gregg777us@yahoo.com
The following is a work of fiction and any relation to real people or situations is strictly coincidental. Due to sexual situations no one under 18 should read this — go away. This is something to take out my frustrations; American football fans will know what I am talking about.
A sheen of moisture covered the sumptuous chests of Ashley Harkleroad and Anna Kournikova as they left their practice court at the U.S. Open complex. Although they had a good workout, each had a slight frown as they walked to the locker room.
Their Master, Stevie, thought by the rest of the world as their coach, had been forced by his family to go to a cousin's wedding and he would not join them until the next day.
This was the first time they had ever been on their own at a tennis tournament since the day Stevie had snuck up from behind, chloroformed them and then injected them with mind control drugs to make them his slaves.
"I hate it when Master is not around, I hate having to think, it is so much nicer when Master has us do what he wants and we just get to obey," whined Anna.
"I know, I know Anna, I hate it as much as you that Master is not here controlling our every thought," said Ashley, a promising American brunette from Georgia who had a super-cute body. "Thank goodness Master made us lesbian lovers.
"I figure, after we shower we can just have sex with each other the rest of the day and hopefully be tired enough to go right to sleep. That should keep us busy until Master's arrival and then we don't have to think at all until he comes back to control us totally."
Anna gave a small smile. The thought of lapping at Ashley's slit was a pleasant thought; only having sex with of course Master would surpass it.
The pair of enslaved tennis players suddenly came to a halt as a well-built young woman suddenly blocked the path to the locker room.
It was Martina Hingis. Although retired at just 22 years old, she was still a major celebrity in the tennis world..
"Andrew would like to see both of you right now," she said. "He is anxious to discuss representing you and joining us with him."
Andrew Rosencranz was a sports agent.
He had been a total unknown a year earlier but in a short period of time he had lined up a large number of the players on the tour as his clients. Players who had the same agent for years suddenly left them for him.
Hingis' mother, who had climbed under barbed wire at the Czech border to get to freedom for her and her then baby daughter before the fall of Communism, had been fired by Martina a few weeks earlier as her agent and signed on with Rosencranz.
Anna and Ashley looked at each other. Stevie ran all their business dealings, as he did everything else in their lives. Slaves didn't have agents.
"Tell Andrew thanks a bunch for asking but we really aren't looking for representation," said Ashley.
"Da," agreed Anna.
Ashley then got a bit frightened as Martina's eyes, which had been dead and lifeless, took on a spark. Was it anger. No, rage, as she was not going to take no for an answer.
"He wants you to come, you will come," she said firmly as she grasped a wrist of each girl and began pulling them towards a small clearing off the main path.
A tall, good-looking man with slicked back dark hair in an expensive suit and alligator shoes stood up from the table that was set in the middle of nowhere in the Flushing Meadow complex as the trio approached.
"Anna, Ashley so glad you could come, sit, let's talk about how much money I can make you," he said as he motioned both to sit down in chairs that faced him. "I'm Andrew Rosencranz."
Ashley and Anna were like a pair of lost puppies, they had not thought on their own in so long, nor did they want to, but they didn't know what to do in what looked like a perilous situation.
Anna, the older of the two as she had just turned 25, tried to take charge, grasping to remember back to her previous life, when she had been a surly, egotistical bitch - before Stevie had claimed her as his compliant slave.
"Look, this kid dragged us here and we don't want to be here and don't want or need an agent so just let us go," she said.
The man just smiled.
"Martina, these are our guests and future clients, show them you really like them," Andrew said with a wink.
Martina immediately shrugged off the little tennis dress she had on and was instantly standing there naked, as she had been wearing no underwear. She went underneath the table and tugged on Anna's shorts and got them down to her knees and began pushing her face in Anna's box and furiously eating her out.
Anna and Ashley were too stunned to do anything but watch the show as Andrew went on about with his connections and their looks he could make them a fortune.
Anna gave a small grunt after five minutes and Martina popped her head from under the table, her face wet from Anna's cum having just splashed on it, and looked up at Ashley.
"Do you want to pull them down or should I," she asked in a hopeful voice.
As a slave, Ashley was most comfortable following directions, so she pulled down her tennis shorts and lacy white underwear and Martina began lapping away at her box with great gusto.
It wasn't long before Ashley was panting in pleasure and then gave a squeal as she had her own orgasm. Martina then got up and, still nude, stood next to the girls with her upper body soaked in cum, but she did have a big smile.
"Martina is definitely enjoying the fruits of her partnership with me," said Andrew with a sly grin.
"Well ladies, this is what I'm offering you, sex and money. From what my sources tell me, you both like lots of sex with girls and everyone likes to make a lot of money. Sign with me and my other clients will be your personal harem."
Andrew's reasoning made sense, except he did not know that the two women he was talking to could not reason for themselves. Anna and Ashley liked whatever Stevie told them to. Both had been straight until Stevie ordered them to become lesbian lovers and enjoy girl-girl sex, although admittedly it hadn't been too hard to follow those orders.
"Why don't you talk to our mas-, I mean coach, tomorrow when he comes here," said Ashley brightly, thinking she had gotten them out of the predicament. "Whatever he decides me and Anna will go with."
Andrew saw Anna nod vigorously in agreement. He gave a quick look at Martina and then glowered a bit at the pair.
"I said you were here to sign to be my clients, I didn't say you had a choice in the matter," he said.
Martina was now holding two small objects in her hands; they looked sort of like metallic discs. Ashley and Anna never got to see exactly what they were as she whisked them underneath their hair and placed them quickly at the nape of their necks.
"Ow," said Ashley and Anna in unison as they could feel a small bite on their neck and then both got dreamy looks on their faces as their heads weaved a bit.
Andrew smiled while Martina just stood there, her hands now at her sides and her blank look with the dead eyes now returned now that she had served his purpose.
Representing that Ethiopian soccer player had certainly proved beneficial, thought Andrew, getting him a bottle of that rare Eritrean scorpion venom. It killed its victims by injecting them with a liquid that took over their minds and then motioned them to blindly crawl into its mouth.
He knew to wait a few minutes while the mind numbing liquid coursed through Anna's and Ashley's bloodstream. He was patient, and looking at their dumbstruck faces and knockout bodies was entertaining in itself.
"OK ladies, look right at me," he said commandingly as Anna and Ashley, who had no willpower to fight the drug since Stevie had long ago drained the will out of them.
"I am your agent. I am your world. You will do anything I say without question. You live to serve me, to please me, both professionally and personally. You want to make as much money as possible and as your agent I will get 95-percent of it. You will think I am the most generous person in the world for doing that.
"Since you both are super-hot, you will serve me well as sex slaves as well. You no longer have any moral values. Any inhibitions you may have had sexually, and from what I understand they weren't many to begin with, are thrown out the window.
"Your sole purpose in life is to make me money and get me more clients and to have sex when and where and with whom I tell you to. Got it babes."
"Da, got it," breathed Anna, her eyes cold and lifeless.
"Yep, got it," said Ashley with equally dead eyes.
Andrew smiled broadly as he stood up. With a glance the signal was given to Martina and she removed the metal disc-like devices that had been plunged into Ashley and Anna's neck to take over their brains.
He slowly began taking off his silk shirt and then carefully folded his perfectly creased pants as he talked.
"Anna, you suck as a player but are hot looking so we will make money getting you nude shots in men's magazines. You also know all the Russian girls so you will help me in my enslavement of them, like Martina here helped me enslave you two.
"Ashley, you have talent. If your coach weren't such a moron you'd be a title contender. He's outta here. You also have influence over the religious players on tour. You will help me enslave them.
"Tomorrow, make sure you both fire that lousy coach of yours and then come to my suite for further orders. But right now, time to celebrate our new partnership. Anna, give young Martina a good fuck while I bang our sweet Christian girl here. So strip."
Without a word, Anna and Ashley mechanically got up from their chairs and began taking their clothes off. The sweat still clinging to their bodies made them almost gleam.
Anna immediately got down on Martina and began French kissing and clawing at the pert breasts of the hypnotized teen as they made out on the grass.
Andrew knew he did not need foreplay with his newest acquisition. He simple positioned her to bend down from the waist and thrust his dick right into her box and began pounding away.
Martina began moaning quickly and Anna, well practiced by now, began licking her bullet-like nipples while she began working Martina's clit with her fingers.
That his plan had succeeded so well, and so easily, these girls had put up virtually no fight, Andrew was already wound up and in a few minutes he jerked his member deep inside Ashley's folds and grunted as he poured his seed into her.
Martina suddenly gave a yelp and her hips swung way up as she was obviously having an orgasm. Andrew watched the show, as Anna desperately tried to lick all of Martina's girl cream.
"OK, enough, we're in a public place," he said as Anna and Martina stopped right before getting to a second round. "All of you get dressed, go about your normal business. Anna and Ashley, I will see you at noon tomorrow and discuss my plans for you both in more detail."
The three girls had been excited by the sex but now their eyes were lifeless again as they put on their clothes.
As Anna and Ashley resumed walking to the showers, Ashley turned to her partner.
"You know we have a new master," she said.
"Da," said Anna. "Now lets have sex all night. That is our normal business."
The girls had been terrified of Stevie's reaction when they told him they were firing him and joining Andrew Rosencranz's management firm.
But he stunned them as he took it quite well. He wished each of them luck, thanked them for all the good times they had had, and gave them each a kiss on the cheek before leaving the room. They dutifully reported to Andrew in his suite at noon that Stevie was no longer part of their lives.
Of course Stevie had no intention of giving up his beautiful slavegirls. But he knew something was up the moment he saw Anna and Ashley.
The dullness in their eyes told him something was not quite right with them. Despite their having no will or mind of their own, Anna and Ashley had always reveled in their slavery, their eyes filled with happiness and joy that Stevie utterly owned them. Now they had this look of surrender buried inside of them.
And slaves don't fire their master, so when that occurred he knew someone else was pulling his puppets strings - but he had no idea who - so he figured it was best to lie low for a bit and find out - and then exact his revenge.
Stevie watched from behind bushes the next few days as Andrew 'signed up' more clients, sometimes with the help of Stevie's ex-slaves.
He frankly got so turned on when Anna plunged the metal discs into the back of the necks of Maria Sharapova and Elena Dementieva, and then joined them and Andrew in sex after they were properly programmed to obey him, that he masturbated right there in the shrubbery.
He was frankly surprised how easily and smoothly Ashley brought members of her Bible Study group to the clearing to be drained of their free will. Even Stevie, with one exception, had never asked her to do that.
Stevie wasn't sure what to do but decided to seek aid from the one group of allies he still had on the tour: the lesbians.
Stevie had long ago injected almost all the muff divers on tour with a light dose of his mind control drugs to really like him. They now loved to have sex with other girls in front of him, and if for some reason they ever did it with a guy; he would be the one.
He explained to two of the top lesbians, Amelie Mauresmo, a tall, striking Frenchwoman, and Conchita Martinez, a cute Spaniard, what Andrew was doing to all the girls, including his two prize pupils (omitting of course what he had done to make them his pupils, or what he had done to Amelie and Conchita to make them care).
After much discussion, the three of them hatched a plan, and then Stevie watched them have sex with each other.
Conchita was a bit on the downside of her career but Amelie was the No. 3 seed and considered a strong contender for the U.S. Open title, which meant Andrew would soon want her as a client.
It didn't take long as Anna approached Amelie the next morning as she left the court after practicing with Conchita.
Amelie told her she would be glad to meet with Andrew under two conditions: that her new (wink) best friend Conchita would accompany her to the meeting, and that Ashley Harkleroad would also be there. With her goody-goody reputation, Amelie told Anna that Ashley's endorsement would be key. A quick call on Anna's cell to Andrew, and it was all arranged.
.Stevie had to remind himself he was here for strictly business as Anna and Ashley were on their knees underneath the table eating out Conchita and Amelie's pussies with gusto as Andrew talked to them.
It was not long before a French and Spanish accented squeal erupted from the table—and a rose bush had more then thorns and petals on it from Stevie.
"See, Anna and Ashley said both of you love lots of girl sex and if you join our group your pussies will be pleasured 24/7 if you feel the need," said Andrew with an oily smile. "Plus, if you do win the U.S. Open Amelie, I will make you very rich, and, oh, Conchita, you still are well-known in the Latin world so we can do something with you as well."
Conchita and Amelie looked at each other briefly, and then Conchita spoke.
"I can safely say I speak for both of us Mr. Rosencranz when I tell you bluntly: No f-ing way," said the Spanish spitfire. "The only reason we took this meeting was so we could tell you off, you scumbag. Using people and not caring about who you are hurting to feed your massive ego you worthless piece of shit.
"Poor Martina is now estranged from her mother thanks to you talking her into leaving her mother. But if it makes you a bigger paycheck and more publicity to be associated with her, to hell with having a mom right? You don't care. And Anna and Ashley loved playing for their coach Stevie, and now that's outta here too. You're just a sleazy sleazeball and I spit on you."
At that moment, Conchita and Amelie hocked big loogies onto Andrew's face.
Andrew twisted his spit-covered face in rage, "You bitches will pay for this, and I mean dearly" and waved his hand.
"Now girls, now!!" screamed Stevie, as he was the lookout for when Anna and Ashley would come at them from behind with the mind controlling metal discs in their hands, ready to enslave them.
Amelie and Conchita were expecting the signal and whirled quickly around and grabbed Ashley and Anna's arm with the disc in their hand before they could place it on their neck. Neither girl was some weak waif, Amelie was 5-foot-10 and broad shouldered and Conchita was a fitness fanatic and her body was curvy but solid.
Amelie and Conchita then drove the pair of slaves onto the ground and began wrestling them for the discs. Ashley and Anna knew they were physically overmatched but also realized they were fighting for their new master and inspired them to put up great resistance.
Soon, it was an old fashioned catfight. Dresses were being torn, the sound of underwear being ripped could be heard and bits of cloth and lace were being tossed into the air.
If Andrew had run over to help his slaves, they might have prevailed, but he just stood there and watched the show. Seeing four hot chicks clutching and grabbing each other like wild animals usually cost him $40 to buy at the video store, and he figured it Conchita or Amelie won they would be so tired he could take them out no problem.
Suddenly, Amelie was able to pry the disc out of Ashley's hand. She quickly got up on her knees and shouted "Here, Stevie!" and tossed it to the bush he was suppose to be at, before Ashley rose up and dragged her back down to the ground for more fighting.
Stevie had never been much of an athlete but for once in his life he showed coordination. He grabbed the metal disc out of the air and rushed at Andrew. Before he could do anything, Stevie placed the disc on the back of Andrew's neck.
Andrew's eyes glazed over and his jaw dropped a bit. Stevie then watched the four girls roll around on the ground and claw at each other while the drug took its effect on Andrew.
Anna and Ashley's bodies once again had a slight sweaty sheen to them, but this was due to sex not tennis.
"Oh Ashley, fuck me like the dirty dog I am," shouted Anna as Ashley rammed her ass with a strap-on.
Anna rubbed her breasts as Ashley gave her more lesbian anal sex and the dildo continually pierced her butt. Anna finally flopped onto the bed, except for her bucking hips, as she experienced a major orgasm.
But in no time, she had grabbed the blonde Texan and they were rubbing their breasts together and grinding their pussies as well. Ashley was soon heated up enough to have an orgasm of her own, splashing her juices onto Anna's body.
They soon began lapping up their own girl cream from the other's body, which reignited their lust and they began furiously French kissing each other and their hands roamed the other girl's body.
It was at that point that Stevie came into the room, saw what was going on and sat down at a nearby chair. He pulled down his pants and began pleasuring himself. He quickly came himself and gave a contented sigh.
"Give you a good show?" asked Anna with an arched eyebrow as the pair stopped their lovemaking.
"You always do ladies," said Stevie.
"Well, when you stuck Andrew with the mind control device, you told him to order us to return to normal, and normally I love to have sex with Anna," said a smiling Ashley, who then took a couple of licks of Anna's nipple.
"Is that all you told him Stevie, I mean our minds went into warp drive just taking that order in, so we don't remember much after that, except you and Amelie and Conchita leading us back to the room, and having a big orgy of course," said Anna.
"Well, I didn't call the cops, you know I like to have fun with my enemies," said Stevie as he put up his legs on a nearby footrest in triumph.
"I told him he now longer wanted to represent women. He would only be a sports agent for football players, and only men who were totally self-centered, loud-mouthed and had a big reputation for being troublemakers that would reflect badly on him and make him one of the most hated men in sports."
"You mean T.O.," said Ashley who being from the South was a big football fan.
"Yep, he left New York immediately, after calling all his other clients and telling them to leave him, and drove right to Philadelphia," said Stevie with a smile. "His reputation will be garbage very shortly."
"That's awesome because he is human garbage," said Ashley. "And I want you to know that me and Anna talked it over and for saving us were not going to call the cops on you either."
Stevie was a bit confused for a second, and then it hit him like a ton of bricks. They had called him Stevie - not Master - and talked to him like an equal.
Anna and Ashley were no longer Andrew's slaves but also not his own!.
"What..what happened?" asked Stevie incredulously, he thought this day might come years in the future but not now. "He told you to go back to the way you had been, which was controlled by me."
"Yes, we know, I remember the speech you gave us perfectly despite the drugs," said Anna. "We said it enough; 'Thank goodness Master thinks for us. We are so lucky to be totally enslaved. Those poor girls who aren't slaves, I feel so bad for them…yada..yada..yada."
"Controlling a person's mind is not like turning a light switch on and off , Stevie," said Ashley. "When Andrew removed your hold on us, it was gone forever, and then you removed his grip on our minds. So we ARE back to normal. The way we were before you knocked us out and made us your fun sex toys."
"And...and your not mad at me," said Stevie.
"Oh, I was fucking furious when the fog lifted and I got my mind and soul back," said Anna. "Forget the cops. I was going to shoot you for what you did to me and Ashley."
"But we also remembered the sex, all the sex, all the wonderful, wonderful hot girl sex," said Ashley. "We never would have learned the joys of girl-girl sex unless you had enslaved us. I love having sex with women so much, and especially with Anna. I figure it was fate that had you brainwash us and told Anna to forgive you. It is the Christian way."
"I still was mad but I also remembered all the good coaching, and physical conditioning and publicity you got us, more than we would have received on our own," said Anna. "I was on my way off the tour when you grabbed me, probably be some Russian gangster's girlfriend by now. At least now I am competitive and not some big-busted joke.
"And the sex with girls is awesome."
Stevie did not know what to say.
"So, do you want me to remain as your coach, now that your clear-headed," he said as he did not want to go back to being a simple tennis volunteer, these girls had showed him a life he had only dreamed of.
"Hell no," said Anna with a laugh. "We just said we wouldn't have you thrown in jail. Ashley has the potential to be a top 10 player. She needs a real coach full-time. And now that you are not our Master, we can concentrate totally on the girls we want to have sex with. You're not our type anymore, sorry, we're total lesbian sluts now. So get out while me and Ashley have more sex.
"The Anna and Ashley Sex Show is over."
Stevie put on his pants and frowned. This just sucks, he thought. As he made his way to the door, he looked back as his pair of beautiful ex-slaves.
"We did have a ball, didn't we Stevie," said Ashley with a slight smile as Anna began nuzzling between her thighs.
"Yes we did girls," said Stevie right before he closed the door. "We had a real tennis 'ball'."
Fin
(feedback appreciated, you can send it to gregg777us@yahoo.com)
By Rinky Dink
(MC, FF, MF)
Gregg777us@yahoo.com
The following is a work of fiction and any relation to real people or situations is strictly coincidental. Due to sexual situations no one under 18 should read this — go away. This is something to take out my frustrations; American football fans will know what I am talking about.
A sheen of moisture covered the sumptuous chests of Ashley Harkleroad and Anna Kournikova as they left their practice court at the U.S. Open complex. Although they had a good workout, each had a slight frown as they walked to the locker room.
Their Master, Stevie, thought by the rest of the world as their coach, had been forced by his family to go to a cousin's wedding and he would not join them until the next day.
This was the first time they had ever been on their own at a tennis tournament since the day Stevie had snuck up from behind, chloroformed them and then injected them with mind control drugs to make them his slaves.
"I hate it when Master is not around, I hate having to think, it is so much nicer when Master has us do what he wants and we just get to obey," whined Anna.
"I know, I know Anna, I hate it as much as you that Master is not here controlling our every thought," said Ashley, a promising American brunette from Georgia who had a super-cute body. "Thank goodness Master made us lesbian lovers.
"I figure, after we shower we can just have sex with each other the rest of the day and hopefully be tired enough to go right to sleep. That should keep us busy until Master's arrival and then we don't have to think at all until he comes back to control us totally."
Anna gave a small smile. The thought of lapping at Ashley's slit was a pleasant thought; only having sex with of course Master would surpass it.
The pair of enslaved tennis players suddenly came to a halt as a well-built young woman suddenly blocked the path to the locker room.
It was Martina Hingis. Although retired at just 22 years old, she was still a major celebrity in the tennis world..
"Andrew would like to see both of you right now," she said. "He is anxious to discuss representing you and joining us with him."
Andrew Rosencranz was a sports agent.
He had been a total unknown a year earlier but in a short period of time he had lined up a large number of the players on the tour as his clients. Players who had the same agent for years suddenly left them for him.
Hingis' mother, who had climbed under barbed wire at the Czech border to get to freedom for her and her then baby daughter before the fall of Communism, had been fired by Martina a few weeks earlier as her agent and signed on with Rosencranz.
Anna and Ashley looked at each other. Stevie ran all their business dealings, as he did everything else in their lives. Slaves didn't have agents.
"Tell Andrew thanks a bunch for asking but we really aren't looking for representation," said Ashley.
"Da," agreed Anna.
Ashley then got a bit frightened as Martina's eyes, which had been dead and lifeless, took on a spark. Was it anger. No, rage, as she was not going to take no for an answer.
"He wants you to come, you will come," she said firmly as she grasped a wrist of each girl and began pulling them towards a small clearing off the main path.
A tall, good-looking man with slicked back dark hair in an expensive suit and alligator shoes stood up from the table that was set in the middle of nowhere in the Flushing Meadow complex as the trio approached.
"Anna, Ashley so glad you could come, sit, let's talk about how much money I can make you," he said as he motioned both to sit down in chairs that faced him. "I'm Andrew Rosencranz."
Ashley and Anna were like a pair of lost puppies, they had not thought on their own in so long, nor did they want to, but they didn't know what to do in what looked like a perilous situation.
Anna, the older of the two as she had just turned 25, tried to take charge, grasping to remember back to her previous life, when she had been a surly, egotistical bitch - before Stevie had claimed her as his compliant slave.
"Look, this kid dragged us here and we don't want to be here and don't want or need an agent so just let us go," she said.
The man just smiled.
"Martina, these are our guests and future clients, show them you really like them," Andrew said with a wink.
Martina immediately shrugged off the little tennis dress she had on and was instantly standing there naked, as she had been wearing no underwear. She went underneath the table and tugged on Anna's shorts and got them down to her knees and began pushing her face in Anna's box and furiously eating her out.
Anna and Ashley were too stunned to do anything but watch the show as Andrew went on about with his connections and their looks he could make them a fortune.
Anna gave a small grunt after five minutes and Martina popped her head from under the table, her face wet from Anna's cum having just splashed on it, and looked up at Ashley.
"Do you want to pull them down or should I," she asked in a hopeful voice.
As a slave, Ashley was most comfortable following directions, so she pulled down her tennis shorts and lacy white underwear and Martina began lapping away at her box with great gusto.
It wasn't long before Ashley was panting in pleasure and then gave a squeal as she had her own orgasm. Martina then got up and, still nude, stood next to the girls with her upper body soaked in cum, but she did have a big smile.
"Martina is definitely enjoying the fruits of her partnership with me," said Andrew with a sly grin.
"Well ladies, this is what I'm offering you, sex and money. From what my sources tell me, you both like lots of sex with girls and everyone likes to make a lot of money. Sign with me and my other clients will be your personal harem."
Andrew's reasoning made sense, except he did not know that the two women he was talking to could not reason for themselves. Anna and Ashley liked whatever Stevie told them to. Both had been straight until Stevie ordered them to become lesbian lovers and enjoy girl-girl sex, although admittedly it hadn't been too hard to follow those orders.
"Why don't you talk to our mas-, I mean coach, tomorrow when he comes here," said Ashley brightly, thinking she had gotten them out of the predicament. "Whatever he decides me and Anna will go with."
Andrew saw Anna nod vigorously in agreement. He gave a quick look at Martina and then glowered a bit at the pair.
"I said you were here to sign to be my clients, I didn't say you had a choice in the matter," he said.
Martina was now holding two small objects in her hands; they looked sort of like metallic discs. Ashley and Anna never got to see exactly what they were as she whisked them underneath their hair and placed them quickly at the nape of their necks.
"Ow," said Ashley and Anna in unison as they could feel a small bite on their neck and then both got dreamy looks on their faces as their heads weaved a bit.
Andrew smiled while Martina just stood there, her hands now at her sides and her blank look with the dead eyes now returned now that she had served his purpose.
Representing that Ethiopian soccer player had certainly proved beneficial, thought Andrew, getting him a bottle of that rare Eritrean scorpion venom. It killed its victims by injecting them with a liquid that took over their minds and then motioned them to blindly crawl into its mouth.
He knew to wait a few minutes while the mind numbing liquid coursed through Anna's and Ashley's bloodstream. He was patient, and looking at their dumbstruck faces and knockout bodies was entertaining in itself.
"OK ladies, look right at me," he said commandingly as Anna and Ashley, who had no willpower to fight the drug since Stevie had long ago drained the will out of them.
"I am your agent. I am your world. You will do anything I say without question. You live to serve me, to please me, both professionally and personally. You want to make as much money as possible and as your agent I will get 95-percent of it. You will think I am the most generous person in the world for doing that.
"Since you both are super-hot, you will serve me well as sex slaves as well. You no longer have any moral values. Any inhibitions you may have had sexually, and from what I understand they weren't many to begin with, are thrown out the window.
"Your sole purpose in life is to make me money and get me more clients and to have sex when and where and with whom I tell you to. Got it babes."
"Da, got it," breathed Anna, her eyes cold and lifeless.
"Yep, got it," said Ashley with equally dead eyes.
Andrew smiled broadly as he stood up. With a glance the signal was given to Martina and she removed the metal disc-like devices that had been plunged into Ashley and Anna's neck to take over their brains.
He slowly began taking off his silk shirt and then carefully folded his perfectly creased pants as he talked.
"Anna, you suck as a player but are hot looking so we will make money getting you nude shots in men's magazines. You also know all the Russian girls so you will help me in my enslavement of them, like Martina here helped me enslave you two.
"Ashley, you have talent. If your coach weren't such a moron you'd be a title contender. He's outta here. You also have influence over the religious players on tour. You will help me enslave them.
"Tomorrow, make sure you both fire that lousy coach of yours and then come to my suite for further orders. But right now, time to celebrate our new partnership. Anna, give young Martina a good fuck while I bang our sweet Christian girl here. So strip."
Without a word, Anna and Ashley mechanically got up from their chairs and began taking their clothes off. The sweat still clinging to their bodies made them almost gleam.
Anna immediately got down on Martina and began French kissing and clawing at the pert breasts of the hypnotized teen as they made out on the grass.
Andrew knew he did not need foreplay with his newest acquisition. He simple positioned her to bend down from the waist and thrust his dick right into her box and began pounding away.
Martina began moaning quickly and Anna, well practiced by now, began licking her bullet-like nipples while she began working Martina's clit with her fingers.
That his plan had succeeded so well, and so easily, these girls had put up virtually no fight, Andrew was already wound up and in a few minutes he jerked his member deep inside Ashley's folds and grunted as he poured his seed into her.
Martina suddenly gave a yelp and her hips swung way up as she was obviously having an orgasm. Andrew watched the show, as Anna desperately tried to lick all of Martina's girl cream.
"OK, enough, we're in a public place," he said as Anna and Martina stopped right before getting to a second round. "All of you get dressed, go about your normal business. Anna and Ashley, I will see you at noon tomorrow and discuss my plans for you both in more detail."
The three girls had been excited by the sex but now their eyes were lifeless again as they put on their clothes.
As Anna and Ashley resumed walking to the showers, Ashley turned to her partner.
"You know we have a new master," she said.
"Da," said Anna. "Now lets have sex all night. That is our normal business."
The girls had been terrified of Stevie's reaction when they told him they were firing him and joining Andrew Rosencranz's management firm.
But he stunned them as he took it quite well. He wished each of them luck, thanked them for all the good times they had had, and gave them each a kiss on the cheek before leaving the room. They dutifully reported to Andrew in his suite at noon that Stevie was no longer part of their lives.
Of course Stevie had no intention of giving up his beautiful slavegirls. But he knew something was up the moment he saw Anna and Ashley.
The dullness in their eyes told him something was not quite right with them. Despite their having no will or mind of their own, Anna and Ashley had always reveled in their slavery, their eyes filled with happiness and joy that Stevie utterly owned them. Now they had this look of surrender buried inside of them.
And slaves don't fire their master, so when that occurred he knew someone else was pulling his puppets strings - but he had no idea who - so he figured it was best to lie low for a bit and find out - and then exact his revenge.
Stevie watched from behind bushes the next few days as Andrew 'signed up' more clients, sometimes with the help of Stevie's ex-slaves.
He frankly got so turned on when Anna plunged the metal discs into the back of the necks of Maria Sharapova and Elena Dementieva, and then joined them and Andrew in sex after they were properly programmed to obey him, that he masturbated right there in the shrubbery.
He was frankly surprised how easily and smoothly Ashley brought members of her Bible Study group to the clearing to be drained of their free will. Even Stevie, with one exception, had never asked her to do that.
Stevie wasn't sure what to do but decided to seek aid from the one group of allies he still had on the tour: the lesbians.
Stevie had long ago injected almost all the muff divers on tour with a light dose of his mind control drugs to really like him. They now loved to have sex with other girls in front of him, and if for some reason they ever did it with a guy; he would be the one.
He explained to two of the top lesbians, Amelie Mauresmo, a tall, striking Frenchwoman, and Conchita Martinez, a cute Spaniard, what Andrew was doing to all the girls, including his two prize pupils (omitting of course what he had done to make them his pupils, or what he had done to Amelie and Conchita to make them care).
After much discussion, the three of them hatched a plan, and then Stevie watched them have sex with each other.
Conchita was a bit on the downside of her career but Amelie was the No. 3 seed and considered a strong contender for the U.S. Open title, which meant Andrew would soon want her as a client.
It didn't take long as Anna approached Amelie the next morning as she left the court after practicing with Conchita.
Amelie told her she would be glad to meet with Andrew under two conditions: that her new (wink) best friend Conchita would accompany her to the meeting, and that Ashley Harkleroad would also be there. With her goody-goody reputation, Amelie told Anna that Ashley's endorsement would be key. A quick call on Anna's cell to Andrew, and it was all arranged.
.Stevie had to remind himself he was here for strictly business as Anna and Ashley were on their knees underneath the table eating out Conchita and Amelie's pussies with gusto as Andrew talked to them.
It was not long before a French and Spanish accented squeal erupted from the table—and a rose bush had more then thorns and petals on it from Stevie.
"See, Anna and Ashley said both of you love lots of girl sex and if you join our group your pussies will be pleasured 24/7 if you feel the need," said Andrew with an oily smile. "Plus, if you do win the U.S. Open Amelie, I will make you very rich, and, oh, Conchita, you still are well-known in the Latin world so we can do something with you as well."
Conchita and Amelie looked at each other briefly, and then Conchita spoke.
"I can safely say I speak for both of us Mr. Rosencranz when I tell you bluntly: No f-ing way," said the Spanish spitfire. "The only reason we took this meeting was so we could tell you off, you scumbag. Using people and not caring about who you are hurting to feed your massive ego you worthless piece of shit.
"Poor Martina is now estranged from her mother thanks to you talking her into leaving her mother. But if it makes you a bigger paycheck and more publicity to be associated with her, to hell with having a mom right? You don't care. And Anna and Ashley loved playing for their coach Stevie, and now that's outta here too. You're just a sleazy sleazeball and I spit on you."
At that moment, Conchita and Amelie hocked big loogies onto Andrew's face.
Andrew twisted his spit-covered face in rage, "You bitches will pay for this, and I mean dearly" and waved his hand.
"Now girls, now!!" screamed Stevie, as he was the lookout for when Anna and Ashley would come at them from behind with the mind controlling metal discs in their hands, ready to enslave them.
Amelie and Conchita were expecting the signal and whirled quickly around and grabbed Ashley and Anna's arm with the disc in their hand before they could place it on their neck. Neither girl was some weak waif, Amelie was 5-foot-10 and broad shouldered and Conchita was a fitness fanatic and her body was curvy but solid.
Amelie and Conchita then drove the pair of slaves onto the ground and began wrestling them for the discs. Ashley and Anna knew they were physically overmatched but also realized they were fighting for their new master and inspired them to put up great resistance.
Soon, it was an old fashioned catfight. Dresses were being torn, the sound of underwear being ripped could be heard and bits of cloth and lace were being tossed into the air.
If Andrew had run over to help his slaves, they might have prevailed, but he just stood there and watched the show. Seeing four hot chicks clutching and grabbing each other like wild animals usually cost him $40 to buy at the video store, and he figured it Conchita or Amelie won they would be so tired he could take them out no problem.
Suddenly, Amelie was able to pry the disc out of Ashley's hand. She quickly got up on her knees and shouted "Here, Stevie!" and tossed it to the bush he was suppose to be at, before Ashley rose up and dragged her back down to the ground for more fighting.
Stevie had never been much of an athlete but for once in his life he showed coordination. He grabbed the metal disc out of the air and rushed at Andrew. Before he could do anything, Stevie placed the disc on the back of Andrew's neck.
Andrew's eyes glazed over and his jaw dropped a bit. Stevie then watched the four girls roll around on the ground and claw at each other while the drug took its effect on Andrew.
Anna and Ashley's bodies once again had a slight sweaty sheen to them, but this was due to sex not tennis.
"Oh Ashley, fuck me like the dirty dog I am," shouted Anna as Ashley rammed her ass with a strap-on.
Anna rubbed her breasts as Ashley gave her more lesbian anal sex and the dildo continually pierced her butt. Anna finally flopped onto the bed, except for her bucking hips, as she experienced a major orgasm.
But in no time, she had grabbed the blonde Texan and they were rubbing their breasts together and grinding their pussies as well. Ashley was soon heated up enough to have an orgasm of her own, splashing her juices onto Anna's body.
They soon began lapping up their own girl cream from the other's body, which reignited their lust and they began furiously French kissing each other and their hands roamed the other girl's body.
It was at that point that Stevie came into the room, saw what was going on and sat down at a nearby chair. He pulled down his pants and began pleasuring himself. He quickly came himself and gave a contented sigh.
"Give you a good show?" asked Anna with an arched eyebrow as the pair stopped their lovemaking.
"You always do ladies," said Stevie.
"Well, when you stuck Andrew with the mind control device, you told him to order us to return to normal, and normally I love to have sex with Anna," said a smiling Ashley, who then took a couple of licks of Anna's nipple.
"Is that all you told him Stevie, I mean our minds went into warp drive just taking that order in, so we don't remember much after that, except you and Amelie and Conchita leading us back to the room, and having a big orgy of course," said Anna.
"Well, I didn't call the cops, you know I like to have fun with my enemies," said Stevie as he put up his legs on a nearby footrest in triumph.
"I told him he now longer wanted to represent women. He would only be a sports agent for football players, and only men who were totally self-centered, loud-mouthed and had a big reputation for being troublemakers that would reflect badly on him and make him one of the most hated men in sports."
"You mean T.O.," said Ashley who being from the South was a big football fan.
"Yep, he left New York immediately, after calling all his other clients and telling them to leave him, and drove right to Philadelphia," said Stevie with a smile. "His reputation will be garbage very shortly."
"That's awesome because he is human garbage," said Ashley. "And I want you to know that me and Anna talked it over and for saving us were not going to call the cops on you either."
Stevie was a bit confused for a second, and then it hit him like a ton of bricks. They had called him Stevie - not Master - and talked to him like an equal.
Anna and Ashley were no longer Andrew's slaves but also not his own!.
"What..what happened?" asked Stevie incredulously, he thought this day might come years in the future but not now. "He told you to go back to the way you had been, which was controlled by me."
"Yes, we know, I remember the speech you gave us perfectly despite the drugs," said Anna. "We said it enough; 'Thank goodness Master thinks for us. We are so lucky to be totally enslaved. Those poor girls who aren't slaves, I feel so bad for them…yada..yada..yada."
"Controlling a person's mind is not like turning a light switch on and off , Stevie," said Ashley. "When Andrew removed your hold on us, it was gone forever, and then you removed his grip on our minds. So we ARE back to normal. The way we were before you knocked us out and made us your fun sex toys."
"And...and your not mad at me," said Stevie.
"Oh, I was fucking furious when the fog lifted and I got my mind and soul back," said Anna. "Forget the cops. I was going to shoot you for what you did to me and Ashley."
"But we also remembered the sex, all the sex, all the wonderful, wonderful hot girl sex," said Ashley. "We never would have learned the joys of girl-girl sex unless you had enslaved us. I love having sex with women so much, and especially with Anna. I figure it was fate that had you brainwash us and told Anna to forgive you. It is the Christian way."
"I still was mad but I also remembered all the good coaching, and physical conditioning and publicity you got us, more than we would have received on our own," said Anna. "I was on my way off the tour when you grabbed me, probably be some Russian gangster's girlfriend by now. At least now I am competitive and not some big-busted joke.
"And the sex with girls is awesome."
Stevie did not know what to say.
"So, do you want me to remain as your coach, now that your clear-headed," he said as he did not want to go back to being a simple tennis volunteer, these girls had showed him a life he had only dreamed of.
"Hell no," said Anna with a laugh. "We just said we wouldn't have you thrown in jail. Ashley has the potential to be a top 10 player. She needs a real coach full-time. And now that you are not our Master, we can concentrate totally on the girls we want to have sex with. You're not our type anymore, sorry, we're total lesbian sluts now. So get out while me and Ashley have more sex.
"The Anna and Ashley Sex Show is over."
Stevie put on his pants and frowned. This just sucks, he thought. As he made his way to the door, he looked back as his pair of beautiful ex-slaves.
"We did have a ball, didn't we Stevie," said Ashley with a slight smile as Anna began nuzzling between her thighs.
"Yes we did girls," said Stevie right before he closed the door. "We had a real tennis 'ball'."
Fin
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