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 The Server (mc, FF, MF, D/s)
 
 A Story in Three Sets
 By Hecate
 
 
 
 The First Set
 
 Anna swept into the Wimbledon Lawn Tennis Association 
 building, dressed as sexily as usual. And also as 
 usual, surrounded by a media pack, hordes of 
 screaming men, and some women, and anyone who thought 
 they could get close enough to cop a quick feel. And 
 they wondered why she never stopped to say hello!
 
 Anna Kournikova may never have won a Grand Slam but 
 she was still a star. According to some, she was the 
 sexiest tennis player alive. According to those who 
 hadn't quite got her following, she was the PTA's sex 
 symbol and not a lot else. But most couldn't see past 
 the sensational looks to make a rational judgement.  
 Anna didn't care. She enjoyed the film star 
 treatment. She enjoyed her tennis. And contrary to 
 popular belief, she wanted to win!
 
 Her blonde locks glinted in the sun as she finally 
 managed to get through the doors. She breathed a sigh 
 of relief.  Glad to have got that over with, she made 
 her way to the women's locker room to get changed.  
 She was on Court 2 today, having negotiated the first 
 couple of rounds easily, but she wanted to get some 
 practice outside before the match.  Her coach had 
 found her a new practice partner today. She hoped she 
 was better than the last one. It was no thanks to her 
 that she got through her last match.  She expected 
 her practice partners to get her worked up and with 
 an incentive to win - the last one looked bored and 
 played like it.
 
 Anna found it quite strange. She always wanted to do 
 her best. What was also odd was how the practice 
 partners kept changing - like her coach was trying to 
 find something special. She shrugged. She thought, at 
 least until the last one, that it didn't matter.  It 
 was working so far though. She'd got so angry with 
 the last one she'd demolished her opponent in the 
 match. She though that there must something in it 
 though.  She'd never really got going at Wimbledon 
 before. This time she seemed much better. And she 
 really thought she could win it.
 
 Sitting on the bench in the locker room she was deep 
 in thought, and paid no attention the athletic and 
 often naked bodies passing her by. She never even 
 noticed the lithe redhead staring at her from a 
 corner of the room.  Her soon to be practice partner. 
 
 Anna wandered off to the practice court, followed, at 
 a distance, by the redhead, whose eyes seemed to be 
 following the sway of her hips as she walked. On the 
 practice court, the redhead was very professional for 
 a while. Anna was quite amused that her name was 
 Anne. Whenever a rally broke down they both stopped 
 and chatted for a couple of minutes, and Anna found 
 herself warming to Anne, who had a sexy voice, a 
 ready wit and made her feel unwound, whilst also 
 giving her a good workout.  After an hour or so the 
 coach told them both to take 20 minutes, and they 
 walked back together, chatting, for some time 
 out of the sun, and a little relaxation.
 
 On the way back, Anna saw close up the pendant she 
 had noticed Anne wearing. It had been glinting all 
 the time while they were playing. She thought it may 
 have put her off once or twice, but it was only 
 practice.  Anne showed it to her proudly.  "It's nice 
 isn't it," said Anne.  "It's a family heirloom.  
 We've had it a few generations. If you look closely 
 you can see flecks of colour in the stones, 
 especially the ones in the middle. They seem to, 
 sort of, swirl around."
 
 Anna, never having read a Mind Control story, was 
 easily drawn into the fiendish web of Anne the Mind 
 Controlling Tennis Player. Anne figured she had about 
 half the WTA in her little black book now, and she 
 wasn't letting a looker like AK off the hook. As Anna 
 bent over to look at the pendant, Anne took the 
 opportunity to look at her breasts down the front of 
 her tennis dress.  Nice, she thought.  Concentrating 
 on the matter at hand, Anne talked softly to Anna; 
 telling her to look deeper, see the pretty colours, 
 and all the usual things that work. And, of course, 
 they worked.  Anne began to influence Anna more and 
 more, whilst still getting her to walk slowly and 
 carefully to the locker room.  By the time they got 
 there, AK was hers!
 
 Anne whispered in AK's ear: "You want to go and 
 freshen up. You'll go to a cubicle and I'll follow. 
 You'll make it sound as though you've locked the 
 door, but you'll leave it unlatched. Understand?"
 
 With a slightly gazed look, Anna softly said, "Yes, 
 Miss" as she had been quickly trained to do.  Then 
 she turned and walked to the bathrooms.  Not many 
 players were around at the moment. They all tended to 
 stagger their practices depending on the times of 
 their matches. And Anna's was an early match.  Anne 
 followed her carefully a little way behind, and then 
 slipped inside when no one was about and locked the 
 door.
 
 They had about ten minutes left before the coach 
 would come looking for them.  Plenty of time for me 
 to get laid and to get AK to a peak for the match, 
 thought Anne.
 
 "Anna darling, you still have your clothes on..", 
 said Anne.  Anna looked startled and said, "Oh, sorry 
 Miss, and took them off quickly. She stood there 
 nude, while Anne drooled over her for a minute, 
 fondling herself, with a hand on her breast, and one 
 hand in her panties.
 
 She wettened quickly, and took off her panties. Anna 
 was standing staring, and idly caressing a breast, 
 responding to the sexual message Anne had implanted.
 
 "Now come here, Anna, and lick me till I come and 
 listen carefully to me while you're doing so. You 
 *will* do everything I tell you!"
 
 "Yes, Miss," said Anna softly.  She sank to her knees 
 at Anne's feet and placed her hands on Anne's thighs.  
 Her tongue, tentatively at first, licked slowly up 
 and down the crease of Anne's cunt.  Anne felt 
 herself becoming quickly aroused.  
 
 "Listen Anna," she said, "You are the Best. You're 
 going to win this year. But to do so you must follow 
 my instructions.  You will feel aroused while you 
 play. You will get more and more aroused as the match 
 goes on.  You will play the best tennis you've ever 
 played, as you are so desperate to get to see me 
 after the match, desperate for me to make you come. 
 But you will behave as normal. You will keep the 
 post-match interview short, and then come to the 
 hotel and room number that has been placed in your 
 bag. Then you will beg me to make you orgasm.  After 
 this, you will always obey me, or anyone who shows 
 you the pendant and says "AK Obey!".
 
 The last few words rushed out of Anne's mouth as Anna 
 brought her to a searing climax..
 
 Anna Kournikova marched into the Quarter Finals with 
 a crushing 6-0, 6-1 victory over the world Number 6, 
 and disappeared quickly after the interview.  
 Everyone commented on how well she'd played and how 
 much she must've had taken out of her to be so 
 flushed after an easy win.
 
 
 The Second Set
 
 After Anna had met another new partner, the same 
 thing happened. She won the Quarter Final easily. 
 Whatever her coach was doing, she was very happy with 
 it.  The different partners all seemed to add 
 something to her game, she thought. It was quite 
 strange how she always felt so drained though, then 
 was so energised during the match.  And the weirdest 
 thing was how turned on she got. Towards then end of 
 the matches, she was beginning to feel that she'd 
 almost come with every point she won. And the wetness 
 she felt afterwards wasn't just perspiration. Oh 
 well, she wasn't going to complain - she was winning 
 at last!
 
 This time the coach surprised her.  He told her she'd 
 got a man to practice this time. An Aussie nicknamed 
 "The Slot", because he was so good at hitting the 
 same target, over and over again.  The tall, 
 redheaded Aussie met her at the practice court.  She 
 was impressed with his serve, he kept putting it in 
 just the right place for her to hit, but varying the 
 power so she had to move around the court quickly.  
 She felt really energised again.  When it was time 
 for the break she walked of the court with him.
 
 Coming back, she found that her jaw felt a bit, well, 
 achy, and she wondered why. Must have been a bit 
 stressed she thought. Anyway, the Aussie gave her 
 another good workout.  The next day, before the semi-
 final, he gave her a gentle workout so she was at her 
 peak.
 
 And she won!  It wasn't as easy as before, this was 
 the number 2 seed, but she still managed a 6-4, 6-4 
 victory.  She raced off the court as soon as she 
 could, feeling there was something she must do. She 
 gave the usual interview, yadda, yadda, it's an 
 honour, and all that stuff, and then left in a hurry.
 
 Soon, she found herself in front of a hotel door.  
 She didn't question it. She knew that this was what 
 she must do.  The Aussie opened the door, dressed in 
 only a towel round the waist, and the pendant round 
 his neck.  "Come in, AK, you're just in time", he 
 said. A shiver went through her when he used the 
 nickname AK.
 
 As she entered he leant over and whispered "AK Obey" 
 in her ear.  She felt very relaxed then.  She walked 
 to the middle of the room, looked quizzically at the 
 Aussie, and said, "Yes?"
 
 The Aussie looked her up and down. You could almost 
 see the drool.  "All your clothes. Off. Now." He 
 said. She quickly stripped and stood there relaxed, 
 nude and with her arms by her side. The Aussie 
 dropped his towel on the floor to reveal his 
 erectness.  "C'm 'ere, Anna", he said.  She walked 
 towards him.  "Time to have fun," he growled, with a 
 big grin.
 
 He bent his head and began to kiss her. She responded 
 immediately, the fires stoked during the match 
 searing through her like a lava flow.  Her body was 
 screaming to be touched, fondled, caressed, to 
 orgasm.  The Aussie kissed her deeply, his hands 
 running over the back of her neck and across her 
 breasts.  Just this made her feel as though she were 
 about to come.  She moved her hands between their 
 bodies, grasping his penis and beginning an up and 
 down motion, desperate to get him to make love to 
 her.
 
 Her nipples were rigid from the constant stroking and 
 she could feel the wetness coating her pussy lips.  
 She screamed out to him as he slid down her body, 
 "Make me come!! Pleeeeaaaseee!" His tongue tasted 
 her, lapping lightly then, realising how she needed 
 this, his lips covered her straining clit and he 
 began to suck gently, flicking with his tongue.  She 
 exploded.  She yelled incomprehensible words at the 
 top of her voice. Her body shook and spasmed while 
 the Aussie held on to her so she didn't fall.  His 
 mouth filled with her liquid as she came repeatedly. 
 When it was over she went limp and he carried her 
 over to the bed and laid her down.  He began 
 caressing her again, lightly, building her up very 
 slowly. She gradually began to reciprocate, pushing 
 him back and climbing on top of him.  He stared up at 
 her soft breasts and gently caressed her nipples, as 
 she held his erection and then slid slowly down onto 
 it.
 
 It was a night he would never forget. The image of 
 her was imprinted on his mind.  He even managed to 
 just remember to give her her next set of 
 instructions. 
 
 
 
 The Final Set
 
 Anna was getting used to this now, and wondered who 
 her practice partner would be for the day and morning 
 she had left before the Final.  Apparently it was a 
 woman again. An American. But that was all she knew.
 She arrived early to use the practice courts, as 
 usual.  She got changed and walked out. She could see 
 a blonde woman, about her height, already waiting, 
 chatting to her coach. She'd only had this coach 
 since just before Wimbledon, but she was very 
 impressed with his methods.  He'd got her to the 
 final, even though those methods seemed a little 
 strange some times.
 
 The woman said and "Hi" and they retired to opposite 
 sides of the net.  She looked lithe and powerful. As 
 Anna studied her from afar, she couldn't help 
 noticing the almost permanent grin her practice 
 partner had. Anna was pleased to be partnered by 
 someone who really enjoyed her tennis.
 
 When the break came up, Anna found herself feeling 
 expectant, as though something should happen.  She 
 shrugged it off, and walked back to the changing room 
 with the American. She felt stupid; she hadn't even 
 asked her her name!  She was about to, and then, she 
 was walking back out again. She felt sure she'd asked 
 the woman, but couldn't remember. She felt confused. 
 Her break had gone and she hadn't really noticed. The 
 American had got back to the court before her and was 
 again chatting to her coach. She looked very pleased 
 with herself. In fact, Anna thought, she looked like 
 *she'd* just won Wimbledon.
 
 The Final was preying on her mind a little now, but 
 she enjoyed the workout with the American. Never did 
 seem to get her name though, and she thought she'd 
 probably never see her again.  
 
 It was time for the Final.  She felt at her peak now 
 and was really charged up for the match.  She 
 couldn't get over how sexy she felt. She hoped no one 
 noticed, but didn't worry about it because she knew 
 people would put it down to nerves.  Once on court 
 though, the feelings started building up as she 
 played better and better. She was up against the 
 number one seed. She lost the first set 6-4, but won 
 by the same margin in the second.  By the third 
 though, she felt supercharged, and steamed to a 6-2 
 win to take the title.
 
 Afterwards, after all the presentations and 
 interviews, and the congratulations and tears, Anna 
 found herself outside a hotel bedroom door again.  
 She wasn't sure why, but she knocked. The blonde 
 American opened the door.  "Hello Darlin'", she 
 drawled, "Come in so we can play,". Anna's eyes were 
 drawn to the pendaent nestling between a pair of 
 luscious breasts.  The woman had no clothes on!
 
 "My name's Katie," said the American as she pulled 
 Anna into the room, "and we're going to have fun!" 
 She looked Anna up and down, and whispered some 
 instructions in her ear, along with the magic words.  
 Katie reached up to a shelf and brought down a 
 digital camera. "You can start now," she said.  Anna 
 began to sensuously strip and Katie began taking 
 pictures.  Now Lexi will *have* to believe me, she 
 thought.
 
 When Anna was naked, she went over to lie on the bed. 
 Katie put the camera back, and walked to the dressing 
 table where a digital video was set up.  She pressed 
 play and climbed onto the bed with Anna.  She'd 
 really wanted a present for Lexi while she was here 
 and thought a nice video would be good, and may get 
 her some more action back in Texas...
 
 Katie reached a hand behind Anna's head and pulled 
 her toward her, kissing her on the lips and then 
 inserting her tongue. Anna responded immediately, her 
 drive to get an orgasm impelling her to comply with 
 whatever Katie wanted to do.  With her other hand 
 Katie began to caress the impressively firm breasts 
 pushed towards her by Anna.  Anna's nipples were 
 already hard and Katie was determined to make them as 
 rock-like as possible.  She knew the babe was 
 desperate, but didn't intend to let her come any time 
 soon. When Anna came, it was going to be the best 
 she'd ever had.  Katie started to trail her tongue 
 down Anna's chin, then throat, and then onto her 
 breasts.  She sucked hard on Anna's nipples, 
 alternately fingering and sucking at each breast, 
 whilst Anna was crying out to her to let her come.
 
 Katie judged that she was doing it just right, and 
 moved on down Anna's body with her mouth, licking and 
 stroking teasingly with her tongue, all the way down 
 to Anna's cunt.  Katie kept her fingers teasing 
 Anne's breasts, while she just licked around Anna's 
 lips.  Then she moved one hand down and splayed open 
 Anna's cunt with her fingers. Anna was pulsing with 
 desire and incredibly wet. Katie used her tongue to 
 lap up some of the wetness, carefully slowing down or 
 even stopping when it looked as if Anna might come.  
 
 Finally, Katie realised it would be cruel, and next 
 to impossible to delay any longer.  Still caressing 
 Anna's breasts with one hand, she plunged two fingers 
 of her other hand into Anna's welcoming, hot wetness. At 
 the same time, she moved her tongue from gently 
 caressing Anna's cunt lips to flicking hard against 
 her clit.  Anna erupted in an explosion of noise, 
 moisture, and quivering.  Her body arched so that it was 
 almost as if she were levitating, only her head and 
 toes remaining in contact with the bed. Katie didn't 
 mind the noise, she couldn't hear much with Anna's 
 thighs squeezed around her ears. She was just hoping 
 Anna would let her breathe soon...
 
 Ann relaxed her thighs, and Katie slid out from 
 under. Her ears felt squashed, but she had the 
 loveliest taste in her mouth and the gorgeous aroma 
 of Anna plastered on her face. She licked her lips in 
 delight, looked at Anna, and said, "Well, Babe, now 
 you've calmed down a bit, you're gonna have to get 
 some work done yourself.  Get yourself over here 
 between my legs! All that lickin' and so forth has 
 made me hotter n' a bull in a field full o' prime 
 cows!"
 
 Anna crawled across the bed to the floor, came up on 
 her knees, and got between Katie's legs, perched as 
 she was, on the edge of the bed.  Katie stroked her 
 hair, then pulled her towards the warm, inviting spot 
 between her legs.  Katie kept playing with the soft, 
 blonde hair as Anna began to taste Katie's 
 secretions.  She lapped at her cunt while her fingers 
 roamed over Katie's thighs, underneath to the soft 
 flesh of her buttocks. With her right hand she parted 
 the base of Katie's cheeks and carefully began 
 teasing her other soft hole. With her left, she 
 gently caressed the secret flesh between the two.
 
 Katie was breathing more quickly by now. Not just 
 from the kissing and caressing, but also from the 
 thought of Anna Kournikova being between her legs. It 
 was a dream come true.  She could feel the blood 
 engorging her nether lips, and every last little 
 touch of Anna's tongue and fingers.
 
 Anna was getting rather good at this, having had so 
 much practice over the last two weeks, and she soon 
 had Katie gasping, "Yes, yes, oh yes, just there, 
 more, Pleeeeeaaasseee..."
 
 Anna had one more trick up her sleeve. She moved her 
 left hand and used it to push back Katie's lips, 
 exposing more of her. The she rolled her tongue and 
 began tongue-fucking her while her index finger 
 rolled softly over the top of Katie's clit. 
 
 Katie was in heaven, staring upwards, her mouth wide 
 open as she panted and pleaded with Anna. She felt so 
 moist she thought she'd wet herself. As the raging 
 sensations approached their peak, Katie screamed, 
 "Anna, Anna, I'm being fucked by Anna Ko...". The 
 remains of the surname disappearing as any sensible 
 speech was drowned by the strangulated cries of Katie 
 as she came and came and came. Anna did not stop until 
 Katie collapsed back on the bed. And that was just the 
 beginning of their evening together.
 
 Later, Katie turned off the video after Anna had 
 gone, that was *one* tape she was going to copy a few 
 times, to make sure she never lost it!
 
 
 Finale
 
 The coach was pleased.  Everything had worked out as 
 he'd planned, and Anne, Katie and the others were 
 pleased to have found another celebrity plaything. He 
 was very happy with his work.  Now he'd have to find 
 someone else to target. Oh well, he thought that's 
 half the fun!  
 
 The taxi was waiting outside his hotel, so he thought 
 he'd better go.  He picked up his case and went 
 outside to the car.  The cabby wound the window down 
 and said, " You Mr Wheeler?"....
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