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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