Starfuck: Emma Ledden And Lindsay Armaou

Starfuck: Emma Ledden & B*witched

by Mephistopheles & Eddie Maivia

MC, MF, FF, CELEB

The decision to use my talents for the benefit of my

fellow man,

while undeniably rewarding,

has its drawbacks. My altruism in allowing others

toshare my taste

for celebrity humiliation

brings me an infinite stream of ideas and scenarios

than I could

dream up by myself, but it

also forces my actions to be planned, premeditated and

rehearsed.

Sometimes, I want to ad-lib.

Spontaneity is the spice of life…….This desire was

one reason for

my establishing the

Hellfire
Club. The most fashionable club in Europe

attracts beautiful

women like moths to

a flame.Whenever I feel restless, I simply prowl the

dancefloor,

select from a choice of the

finest veal cutlets, and have myself a feast. And,

being so

fashionable / exclusive, every once

in a while an unknowing celebrity blunders into my

lair…….Imagine

my pleasure when my door

men inform me that we have two slightly inebriated

celebrities

requesting – no, demanding

– access to the club;Emma Ledden and Lindsay Armaou

from the pop

group B*witched.

It seems that during B*witched’s latest visit to the

‘L & K’ studio,

theydiscovered

they had more than their Irish nationality in common.

Both evidently

enjoy the attention

they receive when on a wild night out – the male

attention. Tonight

is clearly one such excursion.

Determined to paint the town red, their celebrity

arrogance has

naturally led them to

assumethey can easily obtain admittance to London’s

most exclusive

club. After all, has

anybody ever turned down two such lovely ladies? A

club shouldbe

grateful for their patronage

– think of all the free publicity. Despite their

conceit, I will not

be setting a predicament

by refusing them entry – Imake it a habit of never

looking a gift

horse in the mouth.

I instruct my man to allow them to enter. Such

arrogance will only

make their eventual

capitulation all the sweeter. Tonight has just become

very

interesting indeed. Who needs

to toy with unknown pussy, when one has

celebrityspecimens to play

with………?

For the first part of the evening, I play the part of

the diligent

host; lavishing

attention upon them in the manner they have arrogantly

come to

expect. Not that I mind.

This is merely foreplay – a tease before our arrival

at the main

event. Besides, these

circumstances provide me with ampleopportunity to

study my prey.Both

are strikingly attractive

– and dressed to impress. This is how they relax. Glam

up for a

night on the town;

dressed to thrill. Both girls areimmense teases – a

lethal

combination of the desire

to exhibit those pert little bodies with the morality

of good little

catholic girls.

Dynamite.I am particularly taken by Lindsay. B*witched

have always

had a rather

wholesome, girl-next-door image – one cultivated to

appeal to

theirteeny-bopper

audience. Of course, such an image was equally certain

to attract

attention from

older members of the community – individuals

whocouldn’t care less

about the girls’ music.

This fanbase’s appreciation is distinctly more

aesthetic in nature.

The girls have been tailored

to meet the demands and expectations of these

audiences; famously,

they dress in

skin-tight denim – clothes that accentuate the

pertness of their

lithe,athletic forms.

Recently, the band have moved towards further

acknowledgement of

their second fanbase; as

the teeny-boppers grow up,B*witched are forced to rely

more and more

upon the patronage of

perverts and dirty old men. For a recent FHM shoot,

the girls ditched

the denim for revealing

rubber and vinyl. It is always nice to watch a band

forced to sell

themselves through their

wankability…..Of all the girls in the band, Lindsay

has always been

the most popular –

particularly with regard to their older fans. What is

it that makes

Lindsay so attractive?

She is undeniably cute; at 22, she is not actually the

youngest

member of the group

(the twins are a year younger), but she both looks and

acts the

youngest – possessing a

schoolgirl giggle that makes you just long to degrade

her. Lindsay is

the very epitome of

the good catholicschoolgirl / cock-teasing slut

dichotomy. Even prior

to the image change,

Lindsay received the most lustful e-mails on the

band’s official

website.That smile says that

she knows we are all beating off looking at her – and

that she loves

this power……Tonight,

her appeal is made all the more apparent by her choice

of attire.

Away from the demands of her

band, Lindsay has thrown out the denims; opting

instead for a rather

risque outfit. The top is

a tiny spangled boob-tube – clinging very fetchingly

to her small but

pert tits. Impressive

thoughth is undoubtedly is, it is her choice of

accompanying garment

that makes her appearance

particularly arousing. She is wearing a tiny pair of

tightshorts.

Almost comparable to a

bikini-bottom, these hotpants are ludicrously thin and

skin-tight.

They are a nice lime colour

– the pride of Irishnationalism? – almost as if she

were auditioning

for the role of Peter Pan.

The seam runs tight between her arse cheeks, perfectly

displaying

that firm, pert little arse;

the paper-thin crotch pulled taut to her cunt. It

appears that Ms

Armaou has opted to go

commando – her cunt lips are quitevisible through the

light lime

material. Quite

sensational – and that’s before I get my hands on her.

Not what one

expects from a member

of B*witched at all…..Lindsay’s companion is

evidently keen not to

be outdone. Emma

Ledden possesses an image that is almost as clean-cut

as that of

B*witched. Sheis the very

definition of a children’s’ presenter; cute, bubbly,

wholesome and in

possession of a body

that gives dads a reason to watch Saturday morning

television. This

latter point is too

common to be a coincidence. Producers clearly select

sexy women to

front their shows;

perhaps toensure the retention of the post-pubescent

male audience?

Deliciously, it seems

that the nanny state see it as their duty to provide

maturing youths

with appropriately

wankable role models to experiment over. Whatever the

motivation,

Emma certainly fulfils

the criteria. She recently posedfor a ‘Maxim’ shoot,

displaying her

long legs and ample

curves for our appreciation. And we were most

appreciative.As with

Lindsay, Emma’s appeal

can be bottled down to smile. In Emma’s case, it is

very revealing;

vacant (it is no surprise

to learn that Ms Ledden is not the most intellectual

of artisans),

seductively suggestive,

yet simultaneously rather innocent. Here is a woman

who knows the

effect herbody has on men –

indeed, she actively enjoys this attention judging for

her choice of

attire for this evening

– but refuses to actually be the sluther appearance

suggests. As

with Lindsay, her

upbringing interferes with her destiny – don’t she

just love good

little catholic girls?

They make themost delicious prey……..Ms Ledden’s

body is currently

displayed to maximum

effect. She always dressed to impress on ‘L & K’, but

that seems

rather wholesome compared to

tonight’s selection. Emma evidently likes to dress to

thrill – even

if she refuses to fulfil.

It is apparent that she enjoyed the ‘Maxim’ wardrobe;

shehas

attempted to re-create this

image as exactly as possible for tonight’s excursion.

She is dressed

in a cute little red

halter top – beneath whichher unsupported breasts

bounce admirably –

while a pair of tight

leather trousers cling to her shapely hips, showing

off an impressive

arse withwhich I have

every intention of becoming better

acquainted……Neither girl

suspects any nefarious

intent in their receiving my undivided attention.

Obviously they are

used to VIP treatment.

A smile crosses mylips. I have some very special

treatment planned

for these arrogant little

bitches……Having wined and dined their egos – they

are out to

forget Emma’s all too recent

dismissal from ‘L & K’, while Lindsay has cause for

attempting

toforget her band’s recent

chart placings – I invite my Irish companions

backstage. By now, I am

beginning to exert an

influence on their tiny littleminds; giving them a

gentle push

towards my parlour. Thus, with

a typically mischievous giggle from Lindsay, we cross

the threshold.

The gamesare ready to

begin………The room is spacious, an effect only

intensified by

the presence of mirrors

rather than walls. Any rational mind would swiftly

determine that I

haven’t brought Emma and

Lindsay here simply to continue our drinking session.

Sadly for the

girls, the rational regions

of their minds are currentlysuppressed. My influence

is similar in

symptom to the effects of

alcohol; both girls realise they are no longer in

complete control,

but are unable topenetrate

the murkiness that pervades their minds. Of course, I

have rather

more method and purpose

than mere intoxication…….Despite their drugged

state, the girls

cannot fail to realise

that this is no normal room. If the mirrored walls

were not

indication enough, there

arenumerous other indicators; revealing the chambers

sinister nature.

An assortment

of tools and toys litter its spaciousness; riding

crops,

clamps,cattle prods (in a

selection of colours – all electric powered), manacles

suspended from

the ceiling, a

bondage frame, a range of dildoes andvibrators – the

list is

endless. Many of the room’s

contents are concealed – designed to give my guests a

rather pleasant

(for us at any rate if

notfor the victim herself) surprise. In addition,

numerous video

cameras cover every iota of

the room; covering every possible angle. Welcome to

theDungeon – the

jewel in the Hellfire

crown……Through their stupor, I can sense Emma and

Lindsay’s

unease. They can have no

illusion about the nature of the acts committed in

this particular

room. Their minds tell

them to flee, but somehow their bodies simply refuse

to respond. In

addition to fear,

they express a rather natural curiositywith regard to

the room’s

concealed content. I

brush aside this inquisitiveness; all will be made

clear in good

time. They will have ample

opportunityto explore my toys to our

satisfaction…….It begins

simply. Rather than

continuing to massage their egos, I opt to tell it as

it is. What is

it about these women?

They dress to tease, emphasising their total

sluttishness – they

enjoy the power they have

over men. Look at how eager they are to pose for

magazines like FHM.

They know what guys are

going to do over those pictures. They are going to be

wanked over –

continuously. Yet they

choose to appear in such magazines in a bid to enhance

their

careers. Well, it is time such

women learnt that if you cock-tease, you must be

prepared to cock-

please. Whichis where I

come in. Sorry, allow me to get down from my soap box.

Now, what was

I saying? Ah, yes.

Despite dressing to tease, to grab male attention,

they don’t seem to

like hearing what we

actually think of them. Tut tut, some girls just can’t

take a

compliment. I only expressed

mydesire / intent to shoot my spunk all over their

pretty cock-

teasing faces. Hmm, perhaps I

was a little too direct……? Both girls are all too

used to men

getting somewhat het up in

their presence – guys frequently lose control around

them. They enjoy

getting ushard,

relishing the power their bodies give them over the

male sex. But my

explicitness comes as

something of a shock. Suddenly, the situation

hasslipped out of

their control. Furthermore,

they are unable to get their legs to walk. Things are

getting rather

dangerous for my Irish

honeys…..I allow them to express their disgust –

indeed, I actively

invite them to leave

if they can. Of course, though they both try to walk,

neither

canpersuade their bodies to

co-operate. Instead, they are forced to stand helpless

before my

obscenity – their

continued presence acting as tacitcompliance. Having

thus given them

the chance to leave,

I am free to step up my assault; lets try encouraging

them to

kiss………The look of

complete horror that crosses their faces as they

realise that they

have no option but to

comply to my perverse demand is genuinely asight to

behold. Of

course, the array of video

equipment gathered in this room ensures that it is

also a sight that

millions will have

the pleasure ofdownloading at their leisure from the

Hellfire

website.While they kiss, I

edge around them, instructing and cajoling. My puppets

respond

according; if not entirely

enthusiastically. At first, their lips

touchtentatively – their

displeasure painted quite

openly upon their faces. However, I soon heat up the

action; Emma

takes the lead, slipping

her tongue forcefully into her friend’s mouth,

swishing it across her

front teeth. Something

tells me that the role of dominatrix suits Ms Ledden –

she takes to

it quite naturally. Now

it is Lindsay’s turn to reciprocate; I have her gently

suck on the

very tip of Emma’s tongue,

lavishing attention as if it were acock. Soon, Emma is

groping

Lindsay’s tits through the

fabric of that paper thin boob-tube, while Lindsay’s

hand has fallen

to play with the hem

ofher friend’s trousers. While the exact specifics are

obscured

(sadly, leather does not tend

to be transparent…) the movement of Lindsay’s

armcoupled with the

small gasps / grunts

of appreciation that escape Emma’s lips (whenever they

are not firmly

locked around her

companion’stongue), more than adequately tell the

story……I could

indulge myself by

watching this show all night. Indeed, I may yet return

to this

scenario before the evening’s

entertainment is concluded.However, for the moment I

have other

activities in mind……At a

clap of my hand, the music commences. The song I have

selected

is ‘319’; a smutty slice of funk

from TAFKAP. This number was used to greateffect in

‘Showgirls’ – a

movie universally panned,

but one I have little but admiration for; so nice to

see a young

actress willingly degrade

herself inthe hope of becoming a star. But I digress.

‘319’ was used

in a film about

strippers – therefore it seems an ideal selection for

the next piece

of entertainment……

On demand my new pets begin to dance. Lindsay is

particularly

impressive; gyrating and

pirouetting in a most suggestive manner as her clothes

flutter to

the floor. It seems

that B*witched’s dance routines could certainly be

raunched up

considerably; a fact that

I store for later use. Emma isnot quite such a good

mover. But when

you have a body like

hers…….Gradually, the girls strip for my pleasure.

Finally, they

stand naked before

our cameras – every iota of their forms recorded for

internet

posterity. They are both quite

lovely. Emma’s long hair hangs down past her

shoulders, serving to

partly obscure her full,

round breasts. By contrast, Lindsay’sshorter hair

ensures that she

isn’t hiding behind

anything. Both girls evidently trim; their pubic hair

kept cropped

into tidy little triangles.

Quitedelicious. Time that I sated my

appetite…….Emma Ledden is

strapped to a specially

prepared workbench. Lying on her stomach, her arms are

secured to

either side, while the

contour of thecouch forces her arse high up into the

air. Invitingly

high. Thus, while I

push my cock unlubricated into Ms Ledden’s tight arse,

Lindsay

Armaou isforced to watch

the brutal buggering of her friend – left to wonder

what is coming to

her…..Emma howls

attractively as my tool rips into her tight little

anus. My hands

wrap themselves tightly

in her hair, pulling her head back and forth

forcefully – a tactic

that merely serves to

add to her discomfort. Using this hold on her head, I

force her to

look up at her pretty

young companion. Lindsay’s tearful eyes reflect the

obvious horror

that this situation

instils in the good little Irish lass. To heighten her

degradation, I

force her to

masturbate; to look her close friend in the eyes and

beat herself off

while that friend

is raped……I pull out as I approach climax, eagerly

moving over to

Lindsay’s position.

Her eyes widen involuntarily as I wave my cock in

front of her face.

Soon,Ms Armaou is

sucking me, all the while still trusting a pair of her

own fingers

into her cunt. A very

good job she does of it too. Probing her mind, Ilearn

that this is

her first time at orally

pleasuring a man. Not to worry. She will have plenty

of opportunity

to polish her skill…..

Once again, I pull out before reaching my climax.

However, this time

there is no respite for

Lindsay. Instead, I quickly jerk myself off, in front

of herface.

She longs to turn away,

but cannot – my control is now absolute. With a grunt,

I blast my

spunk – right over Lindsay’s

cute little face. Whata delightful spectacle. Juice

shoots all over

her skin; in her eyes,

up her nose – everywhere…..Releasing Emma from her

bondage, I get

her to help Lindsay get

cleaned up – by lapping my spunk from her

countrywoman’s face. Once

this hasbeen grudgingly

done, I prepare to introduce the main event……..For

the piece de

resistance, I set one

of the video cameras upon a tripod, positioning it to

the centre of

the room. For what I

have in mind, I wantthe girls to be aware that they

are being filmed –

it will make their

humiliation all the more satisfying.With the camera as

an audience,

I reveal two large

chairs, which, upon first glance, appear not unlike a

barber’s chair.

However, it soon

becomes apparent that there have been a number of

significant

modifications. On the arms

of each chair are attached two chains, leading some 8

inchesfurther

along, to steel

manacles. Likewise, at the footplate, there are two

more chains,

again attached to

manacles 12 inches further along. It isthe seat that

is my pride and

joy. I allow

Lindsay and Emma to exhibit their natural reaction;

shocked horror.

Protruding

from each seat are twolarge metal prongs; one close to

eighteen

inches in length,

the other over a foot, with both a good three inches

in diameter.

Upon command, the smooth

metal rods begin to piston up and down from the seat.

It doesn’t take

a genius to work out

what I have in store for my two

youngcaptives……However, the true

majesty of my plan is

only just dawning. The two mechanisms are linked by a

piece of

technical brilliance that

excites evenmyself. The base of each seat contains a

pressure sensor;

the more pressure

sensed, the less the pistoning phalluses pound.

Moreover, eachsensor

controls the

mechanism in the opposite seat. The more you bounce on

your own seat

to lesson your

own suffering, the more of thepistoning power is

transferred to the

other chair. So,

in order to save yourself from this brutal skewering,

you must out-

fuck your colleague

andcondemn her to a deep, fast, painful

pounding…….My slaves

stand transfixed by the

ordeal that awaits them. Tears well in their eyes as

they realise

their predicament –

not quite so arrogant now.They can no longer work as a

team – this

will be the ultimate

humiliation…..Under my influence, they are forced to

step over to

the chairs, allowing

themselves to be locked securely into the shackles.

They are

nowstanding, stark-naked,

chained to the instruments of torture with the slack

that the chains

allow. Time to give

the girls back self-control.Immediately, they become

aware of their

predicament – to sit

down is to be impaled upon those ice cold skewers of

steel. To make

matters worse,they

are confronted by the remote camera on its tripod –

filming their

nudity. Lindsay immediately

moves to cover her modesty – unsure whether tocover

her breasts or

her cunt. Emma, by

contrast, quickly shows just what a slut she is;

immediately

propositioning me in order

to save herself. Itdoes her no good. With a smug

smile, I ask the

girls if they are ready

to start this little game…….”Please….please

don’t make me do

this….” Lindsay pleads

with me, eyes wide with fear and her naked body

shivering. “Please….just let us go…

Iwant to go home….”Emma picks up her friend’s

pleading. Sadly, her

whining only serves

to irritate. Time to give her something else to think

about. In an

instant, I have

re-established control momentarily – forcing her to

back down onto

the seat. Her moist

pussy quickly accepts the head of the larger steel

rod; thedark,

hairy cunt opening

around the cold metal as the first few inches

disappear inside her.

She gasps in pain and

discomfort at this intrusion; amoment captured in its

entirety by

the camera. The instant

she is down, the chains constrict, binding her tightly

to the

chair…..Lindsay now has

food for thought. The poor girl is evidently

terrified. Her fear is

that I am going to

manipulate her to do the same. She need notworry. I

have another

method of getting her

into position.Stepping over to Lindsay, I place my

hands on her

shoulders, pushing her

down hard. With a cry of pain, Lindsay feels her

cuntlips parted and

thefat head of an

invading cock push its way into her little slit. As

with Emma, her

bonds tighten to secure

her in position. Neither girl can now standoff of

their invader.

Time to add a little

kinetic energy…..The motors in the chairs start

simultaneously. The

first motion is an

upward thrust of the cocks embedded in their sweet

pussies. Inch by

inch, thesmooth metal

slides its way deeper and deeper into their soft,

velvet cunts;

eliciting moans of pain

from both girls. Their natural response is to tryto

lift their bodies

away from the

invading cocks – sadly, their bondage will not allow

them to go far.

At the peak of

the thrust, both girls – even holding themselves as

far from the

chair as their bonds

will allow – have eight inches of steel dildo embedded

in their

cunts. Quite

lovely……These dildos begin to slide themselves

back and forth. At

first each girl

feels immense discomfort. However, with time, they

begin to

acclimatise.Needless to

say, this soon changes. Each reacts predictably when

they feel the

second phallus begin

to push insistently against her anus. Straining to

pull away,

Lindsay and Emma swiftly

realise that their bonds are tightening yet further;

pulling them

back down onto the

slowly elevating cock……With two delightful

screams, Ms Ledden and

Ms Armaou both

experience the shame of having their arses defiled

simultaneously. At

this point,

ourcameras show this delightful rape up on the big

screen in the

club; for a very

appreciative audience. We all stand transfixed as

Lindsay’s little

pinkpucker is

stretched wide around the thick metal invader; it

seems her arse can

no longer be

classed as a virgin. Meanwhile, Emma’s peachy bum

wriggles

fruitlessly against the

steel cock, parting the dark hair around her anus as

it penetrates

her most private

place. Our cameras catch thewide eyed terror in their

eyes. I enjoy

every inch of

their anal invasion, until both girls are forced to

sit with some

eight inches of

steel embeddeddeep in their shitters.At this moment, I

set the

mechanism to work.

The motors hum into life and the four cocks quickly

begin to pump

their way into

the girls’ holes.Faster and faster the pistons pump,

eliciting more

and more moans

, then screams, from Lindsay and Emma. Finally, the

motors are at

full speed andwe

are watching the two young Irish beauties being

skewered mercilessly

by the

mechanical cocks; tits bouncing freely and arses and

cunts squelching

as they are

reamed without mercy……Yet, the two friends

resolutely refuse to

play my game.

Their resolve is impressive, I am forced to concede.

Sadly, it will

prove to be

short lived. Icould simply invade their minds and

force them to

comply, but I prefer

to allow them self-control yet still break their will.

So, I decide

upon achange of

tactics. Lindsay’s bonds remain as they are; holding

her perfectly to

ensure the continued

pounding of her cunt and anus. I havesomething special

in mind for

Emma. Something that

just might end this facade of sisterhood. With the

simple push of a

button, I fully retract

Emma’s bonds into the chair….The effect is

instantaneous. With a

delightfully guttural

groan of realisation, Emma feels the head of the cock

embedded in her

cunt ram into her cervix.

A full ten inches of steel now pound away inside her.

Each thrust is

pushing her over the

edge of desire, eliciting the shame of

involuntaryorgasm as she is

raped by unyielding steel.

Pleasure of the flesh is far outweighed by fear in

Emma’s mind;

fears I am about to make

flesh….As the bonds pull Emma’s tight body to its

furthest, the

dildo spears up one more

time. Before she can register what is happening, Emma

Leddenfeels the

thick rod ram

through her cervix; impaling all the way into her

womb. Tears streak

across that

perfect face as she feels a foot of hard,shiny steel

ripping into

her tender womb.

In a moment of eye contact, she realises that I am not

going to stop.

There’s only one

way to end thishell. She is broken……With one

perfect, fluid

motion, Emma Ledden

braces her arms on the chair, lifts herself up, before

thrusting her

peachy bum back

down onto the seat. The cameras catch this perfect

sight; the

beautiful young children’s

television presenter willingly impaling herself on a

pair of

invading phalluses – her

hairy cunt and smooth arsehole stretched to their

limits around

smooth chrome. Fortunately

for the Live & Kicking goddess, themechanism works

exactly as

promised; as Emma’s perfect

bum cheeks pound down onto the seat, the pressure

sensors kick in

and pulls the dildo

aninch into the seat. With each thrust, her pain

lessens….Unfortunately for Lindsay,

as her friend receives blessed relief through

capitulation, Lindsay’s

own agony is upped

a notch. Pulling her lithe bodydown with them, the

bonds tighten –

after a delicious pause,

both metal rods spear up simultaneously.The young pop

star screams

in pain and humiliation

as she feels the depth of penetration. Her little cunt

is now so wet

that the vaginal dildo

simplyglides up her over-stretched channel, before

pressing straight

through her untouched

cervix and lodging deep in her womb; a full foot

inside hervagina.

But this is not the

sensation that fills little Lindsay’s eyes with tears.

Unlike Emma,

Lindsay has never

taken a cock in her arse before today.Her red-raw anal

passage feels

every inch of the

second steel penis as it scrapes twelve inches up her

cute little

butt; when it comes

to a stop,Lindsay could have sworn it had entered her

stomach. As

this initial pain

subsides, Lindsay glances across to her friend, hoping

to find

sympathy.But Emma shows

no compassion – this is a game she intends to

win…..My plan has

worked perfectly.

The sense of anticipation is palpable and tangible.

The contest is

about to begin. Were

I to go out and canvas thecrowd, I suspect I would

find a common

favourite. Well, we

will soon see if that would be a safe

bet…….Suddenly, the duel is

on. Emma has a

head start. Although she shrieks as ten inches of hard

metal hammer

into her cunt and

arse upon her secondbounce, the pressure sensor

retracts her

assailants yet further.

This in turn elicits a second scream from Lindsay; as

she finds her

that her cockshave

hoisted themselves up another inch. This means that as

she

reciprocates – dropping

herself down with abandonment onto her seat – she

israping herself

with thirteen inches

of cock ripping through her cervix and tight shitter.

But her agony

is not in vain. Her

bounce triggers her ownseat’s sensor; for a delightful

heartbeat it

looks like Lindsay is

going to launch a successful counter-strike and even

the score

against her supposed former

friend……But Emma is not handicapped by the same

sheer length of

dildo to be forced

inside her tight holes, nor the pain of the anal

reaming Lindsay is

beingforced to endure.

With another powerful thrust (something tells me that

sluttish Emma

is used to being the

aggressor in her sexual encounters…),she hammers

down onto the twin

phalluses, forcing

the metal into her cunt and arsehole, and pressing her

porcelain skin

to the seat. The

audienceis left in no doubt as to who has triumphed;

Emma lets a

small smile of relief

escape her mask of resolve, before wriggling almost

comfortably

uponthe invading cocks.

Meanwhile, Lindsay is in absolute torment. Her eyes

are pleading

with me to end her

torture as she is skewered on two fatmetal spits.At

first, it looks

like a moment of

weakness. Looking at the poor little girl’s

predicament, I offer her

a lifeline – or

at least an alternative. I ask if shewishes to succumb

in this

particular contest –

does she want to say uncle? And, with her firm young

body trembling

as she is so totally

defiled, shesimply gasps her

response;”……yessssss……”The

mechanisms glide to a halt,

the cocks retract from the girls’ tired orifices, and

their bonds

unlock. Emma immediately

collapses out of the chair;exhausted from the

admirable effort of

raping herself on those

hard cocks to save herself from a worse fate. An

effort that has

already been shownto great

appreciation in the club and will later be broadcast

exclusively

upon the Hellfire web site.

Despite her relief, Ms Ledden is quickly coming to

acknowledge her

place as my slave –

her Irish body is simply too delicious to release.

However, for the

moment, her trial is over.

To the victor thespoils. As for little Lindsay. Well,

her ordeal is

just beginning………

The following night, the club is abuzz with the hum of

anticipation.

Live performances always

draw a crowd, but the broadcast of last night’sevents

has merely

served to heighten the

demand for tickets. I do not charge for admittance.

Entry is

determined upon the production

of aparticularly depraved idea; an idea that they may

well get to put

into practise before

the end of this evening’s

entertainment……..B*witched have worked

hard on improving the

quality of their performance; touring relentlessly in

America has

certainly sharpened up

theirreputation as a live act. Nevertheless, speaking

to the girls

backstage, it is clear

that they have never received quite so rapturous a

reception.Lindsay’s colleagues are

impressed – believing that she has booked them an

ideal venue. They

agreed to this gig

at short notice at Lindsay’sbequest – not that they

needed a great

deal of persuading.

There are few venues that could be more high profile

than the

prestigious Hellfire Club.

Fittingly, I am planning a performance to match this

occasion…….It is lovely to watch

Lindsay’s reaction to my snaring of her colleagues /

friends. On the

surface, she is

acting entirely normally – a typical, bubbly presence.

However,

beneath the surface, she

is in complete turmoil. She longs to tell her friends,

to warn them –

but she is unable to

speak hermind. She is little more than a puppet

(albeit an

exceptionally cute puppet – one

that I have fucked repeatedly in the last 24 hours…)

on

mystring….Emma Ledden takes to

the stage to announce the band’s arrival. Her

appearance immediately

prompts frenzy from the

audience. This is not really surprising. Ms Ledden has

always known

how to dress to get

male attention, but, since our encounter, she has

acquired a whole

new wardrobe.Currently,

she is clad in an all over leather number; clinging

tightly to her

slender frame

(and revealing an arse that I have already had the

pleasureof

repeatedly fucking…) right

up to her cleavage, where it opens out to reveal the

generous

curvature of those impressive

breasts. The tightleather only hides the specifics;

her rock hard

nipples threaten to

poke clean through the constraining fabric. Around her

neck, Emma

wears astudded choker collar

– a symbol of her new-found servitude – and her mouth

occasionally

flashed in the light;

courtesy of the tongue stud thatshe has so recently

acquired…..After wriggling her butt

much to the crowd’s appreciation, Emma leans forward

to the

microphone – giving her audience

a fantastic view of her fabulous cleavage.- Here they

are, the

hotties you’re here to see.

Please put your hands together (and your cocks hard)

for the cutest

group of Catholics on

theplanet – B*witched!It is obvious from their faces

that the band

are a little shocked by

the graphic nature of Emma’s introduction – not to

mention her

revealing(un)dress sense.

However any reservations the girls feel are negated by

my influence –

they have little option

but to take to the stage; the show must go

on……Lindsay leads the

group out before the

baying multitude. The noise level immediately

heightens with their

appearance – natural

appreciation at the arrival of the main course…..It

quickly dawns

on my Irish lovelies

that something is wrong. The crowd are totally male –

devoid of their

more traditional

teeny-bopper fanbase. Of course, in many ways this is

precisely what

the girls have been

pushing for; those FHM photoshoots weren’t designed to

attract

teenage fansafter all.

Nevertheless, seeing the homogeny of this audience is

a distinctly

unnerving experience…..

The backing tape immediately strikes up a beat – ‘Jump

Down’ – a

distinctly dance orientated

number. Lindsay swiftly gets into the routine

-seemingly unfazed by

the nature of their

support. Professionals that they are, the others

quickly follow

suit…..At this point,

Emma Ledden joins me at the side of the stage.

Obediently, she slips

to her knees and,

flashing me that sweet smile of hers, setsabout

putting that new

tongue stud to good use.

With this Irish beauty bobbing her head between my

legs, I settle

back to enjoy the show……..

This particular number requires the girls to dance

with four black

studs. Thankfully, I have

already had access to these men prior to the show –

ittook little

persuading on my part to

get them to agree to their part in tonight’s

entertainment.B*witched’s routine is typically

energetic. Their buoyancy has been a prime ingredient

in their

success – although the

aesthetic pertness of theirbums in those tight jeans

is a factor that

shouldn’t be discounted.

Subtlely, I begin to exert an influence on their

routine – turning

the dancingdistinctly more

suggestive in orientation. Soon, the girls are

thrusting and

gyrating for al their worth;

simulating sex with those handsome backing dancers.

These dancers

respond accordingly –

rubbing themselves up against their employers arses;

coping a feel of

the merchandise

through that tight denim. It is obvious that the black

studs are

becoming aroused –

a fact that cannot be ignored in the girls position.

Stepping into

their minds,I

relish their unease; they know they should stop, that

these blacks

are taking disgusting

liberties, but they cannot control their own actions.A

common

complaint I have heard

expressed with regard to B*witched is that they dance

too much. In

the hive of activity,

their fans are too oftendenied the opportunity to

truly focus on

their bums. Tonight,

I take care to address this situation. The girls are

forced to turn

to face their backing

dancers, turning their backs to the audience, before

bending over.

Once they are capable

of grabbing their own ankles, they are in position;

pertarses

sticking into the air for the

fans’ scrutiny. Then I direct their hands to their own

backsides;

while we watch, they

rub and squeeze their ownbutts through that tight blue

denim, gently

wriggling the wholetime

– a very satisfying sight.While attention is focused

upon these

fantastic rumps, the dancers

slowly unzip their pants, gradually pulling their

black tools out

into the open.Before the

girls realise what is happening, their faces level

with hard black

meat – meat that is being

jerked enthusiastically while they helplesslywatch.As

I shoot Emma’s

latest protein supplement

deep into her appreciative mouth, a smile of pleasure

crosses my

lips;- Hope you’re not

vegetarians, girls……

With synchronised spontaneity, the dancers thrust

their hips forward

as one – impaling

the faces of the captivated Irish beauties on their

hard rods. Black

hands wrap themselves

in the girls hair, controlling the movement of their

heads. They

look spectacular; sweet,

young, innocent Irish girls with their pretty mouths

full of huge

black cock meat. Their

cheeks bulge as their heads are racked back and forth,

gagging on the

massive prickslodged

in their throats. All the while that they are sucking

on these black

tools, they are forced

to continue wriggling and fondling their own bums.

Unsurprisingly,

it does not take long

for the guys to shoot their loads. Like good little

sluts, the girls

swallow obediently –

taking fresh seed intotheir little bellies. In the

case of Edele and

Keavy, I instruct

them to keep a little of this juice in their mouths –

to swish it

around on their pallet

– Ihave a further degradation in mind for

them…….The Lynch twins

get to their feet and

turn to face the audience. Leaning in close to each

other, they begin

to kiss; pursed lips

soon give way toinvestigating tongues – in the

process, they share

the spunk they have kept

in their mouths. Obviously, this transfer is a little

messy. Edele,

thegroup’s lead vocalist,

ends up with spunk dripping down her chin; her twin

sister’s tongue

lodged deep inside her

mouth.Of course, for good Catholic girls incest is one

of the

ultimate evils. Sadly for

them, the audience reaction is immensely enthusiastic;

they are

notdone yet…..While the

twins kiss and fondle each other, two of the dancers

begin to

unbutton the girls’ trademark

denim jeans. At the same moment, Lindsay and Sinead

are having their

jeans pulled down past

their ankles. The loss of jeans reveals that the girls

are all

wearing little black g-strings

;underwear that leaves precious little of those pert

arses to our

imagination. Lindsay and

Sinead are left in the same position – hands clutching

theirankles –

ensuring that the crowd

have the opportunity to scrutinise all that soft butt

flesh. The

twins are forced to continue

their show……Edele drops to her knees behind her

sister. Her

fingers slip beneath the

g-string’s waistband, slowly peeling it from Keavy’s

skin. Her sister

is lefttotally naked

from the waist down – with Edele’s face only

millimetres from her

flesh. Edele’s hands

seek out and part Keavy’s buttocks – exposingher cute

little anus to

both the cool air and

her sister’s lustful eyes.I give Edele her

instructions. She is

going to treat her sister’s

arsehole like it is the best lover she has ever had –

she is going to

show us how wellshe can

French kiss. You can imagine the disgust she feels;

every iota of her

being determines to

resist. Not that it does her any good……Edele’s

face swiftly

disappears between her

twin’s buttocks. Her tongue begins to lap its way up

and down Keavy’s

arse; faster and

faster; bobbingher head up and down with a pace that

could even

rival Ms Ledden. Then her

tongue begins to concentrate on the anus, lathering it

with her

saliva- lubrication.

Finally, her tongue begins to work its way into her

sister’s hole –

eliciting groans of

approval from her lover; I have adapted

Keavy’spsychology so that her

anus is the greatest

of her erogenous zones. All in all, the sisters put on

quite a show.

The best bit of forced

incest since Igot my hands on the Corrs…….The four

girls are

lined up side by side, on

their knees, facing their audience. Behind them, their

backing

dancers step into position;

aiming their bynow lubricated cocks at the Irish

girls’ arses. Each

girl loses her g-string;

torn unceremoniously from their body. Their bums are

now

completelyunprotected. As the men

prepare to impale the girls’ assets, the crowd strike

up a chant;-

Fuck them!- Fuck the

bitches!- Fuck them HARD!No further invitation is

needed. Without

further ado, the girls

are forced to reach back and part their own buttocks.

Each must

maintain this grip onher

arse flesh as her anus is brutally invaded by hard

black cock. Keavy

is slightly lucky. Her

sister’s attention has suitably lubricated her rectum

toallow the

cock into her bowels with

only slight pain. For the others, it is complete

agony. Despite the

pert attractiveness of

their arses, the girls are anal virgins. They may have

teased, but

they have never been fucked

through their backdoors – until now…..It is

important that they

face the audience.

In addition to hearing their screams of pain, we get

to see the agony

etched across their

youthful features. Tears stream out of Sinead’s eyes.

She is

traditionally the most upright

of the group. A devout Catholic. For her this

degradation is toomuch

to bear. Looking out

into the crowd through her tear-ridden eyes, she does

not see a

single sympathetic face……

The girls wail and sob openly as their arses are raped

by black

monsters. Lindsay looks

even younger with tears flowing down her cheeks; her

handsinvoluntarily aiding in her raping.

This is a fitting punishment. The girls are getting

their just

desert for all the prick-

teasing they have done in thepast; dressing those pert

arses in tight

denim and wriggling

them around on stage. Now the little bitches are

suffering…….Even

after the dancers have

shot their filth into their erstwhile employers arses,

the night’s

entertainment is not done.

Four chairs are placed centre stage. One at a time,

the girls sit

down (despite the obvious

pain in their arses after the brutal fucking they have

just

received). Once seated, they are

all ‘persuaded’ to assume the same position; legs

spread wide to

allow us a good look at

their cunts. As with Lindsay, the girls allhave only

wispish traces

of pubic hair – whether

through age or design it is difficult to tell.

However, it seems

that Sinead is at least

a natural blond……Emma Ledden now returns to the

stage – although

in the interim she has

been stripped of all but her heels and the leather

choker. Her torso

glistens with the shine

of fresh sperm – much to the crowd’s approval.In her

hands, Emma

carries a wooden box.

Opening it teasingly, she produces four wooden

crucifixes – each some

ten inches in length.

A crucifix isthen handed to each of the members of

B*witched.

Surprise quickly turns to

horror as the girls realise what these ornaments are

for……Without mercy, they are

forced to plunge these wooden crucifixes into their

own cunts. At

first somewhat tentative,

the pace quickly rises. Soon,each girl is thrusting

the idols in and

out of her snatch with

wanton abandonment. What is their motivation? The last

girl to make

herself cum isgoing to

be forced to satisfy all four black dancers at

once…….Emma

Ledden holds a small

vid-camera as she moves from girl to girl; recording

their

humiliation for later display on

the web. Having lingered overthe girls’ lithe bodies

and tear

stained faces, Emma walks into

the crowd. Her task is to satisfy every man in the

hall; their

reward for being such agood

audience……..

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