            This has been heavily rewritten to do Ms Jolie justice.  Hope you 
            enjoy.....
             
            STARFUCK
             
             
            Not to be read by anyone under 18.  This story contains explicit 
            descriptions of non-consensual sex.  If this offends you, please 
            look elsewhere.  This is FICTION.  If you are tempted to recreate 
            the following scenes, your psychiatrist is going to be a very happy
            man......
             
            Starfuck is designed to be a series of STAND ALONE stories (much 
            like the Hypno-Celeb franchise).  However, each story will feature 
            the same protagonist - an individual with the power to control 
            people's minds. At some point, I might determine the limitations of 
            this power (ie how many people he can control at any one time), but 
            for now all you need know is that in order for control to be 
            established he must have skin- to-skin contact with his target, 
            though only for a split second.  Now, lets just kick back and watch 
            him put his talent to good use..... Further starfuck stories can be 
            located at dejanews 'celebfuck'
             
            Comments and suggestions for future stories always welcome!
            It's your suggestions that keep me writing..........
            abeelzebub@hotmail.com
             
            Starfuck: Angelina Jolie
            by Mephistopheles
            MC, MF, FF, CELEB
             
             
             
             
             
            This one's not entirely my own work.  It owes much to an
            anonymously published story - 'The Blackmailed Wife'.  When I saw 
            the torments ushered upon the hapless heroine therein, I couldn't 
            help but sample; this scenario seemed a suitable punishment for the 
            cock-teasing Ms Jolie.  Many thanks to the writer of the 
            aforementioned tale - hope you feel I've done your ideas 
            justice.......
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
            The Hollywood system is made for men like me.  Male leads are
            two-a-penny, providing more than adequate material for even the most 
            talentless, uncharismatic 'star' to carve out a substantial career. 
            But for an actress - even the most talented / good-looking -
            opportunities are slim, good roles are fleeting; leaving just crumbs 
            for the rest......
            Which is where I come in.  Such an environment makes it rather
            simple to lure even the hottest actresses into my den.  It is a 
            simple matter to set up a mousetrap - a sure-fire critical smash 
            fronted by a woman - then merely a matter of waiting for my prey to 
            step right in. Angelina Jolie is hot in every possible sense.  Not 
            only
            blessed with looks to die for (lips, hips and tits - what a
            combination), she can also act.  A rare female star whose talent 
            actually extends beyond her cleavage.  In addition, Ms Jolie is in 
            possession of a seriously attractive attitude - this is not your 
            conventional Hollywood bimbo.  Jolie has it all; talent, brains and 
            beauty.  As such, she has swiftly become one of the most sought 
            after properties in Hollywood.  All that is missing is the smash 
            commercial hit that will catapult her into the highest echelons of 
            the Hollywood pay bracket.  Even with her artistic sensibilities, it 
            has got to annoy a woman like her that less talented bitches are 
            able to command four or five times her current salary.  Thus, 
            Angelina is looking for a role that will prove both critically and 
            commercially successful - a role that will propel her into the 
            nation's zeitgeist.  Which is where I come in.....
            I have let it be known that I have the hottest script of the
            year in my possession.  An easy matter to arrange.  A brief 
            handshake with the right people and they are quickly to be heard 
            talking in hushed tones about 'the new Gone with the Wind'.  
            Naturally, such talk swiftly brings a queue of the most adored 
            actresses in Hollywood clamouring for an audition - why chase when 
            one can arrange to have the finest veal brought directly to your 
            door?
            Of course, no such script exists.  Oh, I do have a project in
            mind - one that will indeed catapult Jolie into the national 
            zeitgeist - it's just not the one she thinks.  But, I can guarantee 
            that our collaboration will bring Angelina her biggest audience to 
            date....... 
             
            My coup de grace is to publicly shortlist my candidates down to two 
            - Angelina Jolie and Catherine Zeta Jones.  Two very different stars 
            - hardly likely to be regular competitors for the same role. 
            However, for the show I have in mind, each is more than adequately 
            advantaged.
            There was never any real competition.  Jolie was always my
            target - Catherine just made her capture all the more fun.  You see, 
            Ms Zeta Jones fell prey to my 'charms' some time ago.  Since that 
            time, she has systematically been fucking her way to the top of the 
            Hollywood ladder - her startling lack of acting talent making it all 
            too clear why her star is in the ascendancy.  To imply that Angelina 
            might lose the role to such a talentless slut was a supreme insult - 
            one I knew all too well that she would not be able to resist.
            The meeting was arranged to take place at my London based
            Hellfire Club.  The fact that Jolie was willing to travel from the 
            US to take part in this 'audition' only serves to show how fully she 
            has taken the bait.  In the end, only the three of us are present;
            Angelina, Catherine and myself.
            My prey is quite stunning in person - classily choosing to
            underplay her fantastic figure in jeans and sweater.  Evidence of 
            her desire to be taken not as a sex symbol, but as a serious 
            actress.  Of course, she is still undeniably fuckable.  I have taken 
            her away from the shoot of 'Pushing Tin' - a mediocre script, 
            enlivened only by Jolie's presence in the role of a cheap white 
            trash wife.  Therefore, her look is still unmistakably from that 
            film - her black hair for once flowing long and straight.  Her face 
            is striking; flawless skin, full red lips, intelligent eyes.  I 
            shall enjoy breaking her to my will.  By contrast with Angelina's 
            subtlety, Zeta Jones' clothes are designed to bring her figure to 
            the fore - an extremely tight red dress; low cut to reveal some 
            tasty cleavage, slashed to the waist to display delicious leg.  Of 
            course, Catherine did not get the luxury of choosing her own style - 
            her outfit was carefully selected to highlight her sensuality. This 
            is the second part of my strategy.  After all, Angelina Jolie has 
            been rather vocal about her sexual preferences - Zeta Jones is the 
            bait to temp this notorious bisexual.
             
            Having established contact, I restrict myself solely to probing 
            Jolie's mind for her thoughts about her glamorous rival.  Sure 
            enough, beside the expected scorn for Catherine's lack of talent, is 
            an arousal at how damn fuckable the English woman looks.  It seems 
            Ms Jolie has a secret desire to punish this particular English Rose 
            - to bend her into subservience; ironically, exactly the treatment I 
            have in store for them both.  Having uncovered this desire, I see it 
            as only fitting to give it a gentle prod - a helping hand in making 
            those wishes come true.  In practise, the effect of my manipulation 
            is apparent only in Angelina's intoxication - it is as if she has 
            consumed a bottle of wine - slightly inebriated, free of 
            inhibitions.  Catherine, for her part, obediently responds to my 
            unspoken commands - giving every outward sign of welcoming Jolie's 
            advances.
            Thus, with our meeting finished, I slip into the back-ground,
            ushering my guests to the dancefloor.  They do not disappoint.  
            After a suitably slow (not to mention dirty) dance, they lock lips.  
            Freed from such concerns as her reputation, Angelina takes the lead; 
            sucking her companion's tongue with evident relish.
            To cut a long story short (for, after all, this is but a
            prelude to the main tale of Angelina's public humiliation), my 
            puppets end up in bed - all of which is captured by the numerous 
            hidden cameras that litter the suite.  This little connection will 
            provide an adequate teaser on my internet site - serving to more 
            than adequately advertise the forthcoming event.  Angelina looks 
            very appetising in the nude; large tits, a thin waist, bee-stung 
            lips, immaculate legs and a nicely trimmed bush - currently a shade 
            lighter than her hair.  Very
            appetising - a sight that suitably whets my appetite for the main 
            course.  Incidentally, my favourite of their numerous positions is 
            the 69 - where their prolonged assault on each other's boxes brings 
            them to simultaneous orgasm; upon which, Angelina obediently slips 
            into
            unconsciousness.......
             
             
             
            She wakes into a nightmare.  Allow me to explain the delicious
            intricacies of her position.  She has been stripped nude and lain 
            face down on a specially adapted dentist's chair.  Angelina 
            straddles the rubber contour couch as if it were a horse - ankles 
            firmly secured in a pair of leather stirrups, as each leg is pressed 
            into specifically designed grooves.  Her arms are pulled tightly 
            behind her back, wrists cuffed and joined by a chain hung from the 
            ceiling - a position that forces her nice full chest to stand to 
            attention.  Further leather straps secure the remainder of her 
            person - thighs, waist and neck.  A leather bond is wrapped firmly 
            around her brow, and, via an attachment to her waist, is drawn 
            tight, pulling her head back and up.  This latter bondage has two 
            purposes; firstly, it ensures that her generous cleavage is on show; 
            secondly, it forces her to stare directly into the vast array of 
            mirrors that surround her person - giving her an ideal view of the 
            horrors I am to commit upon her perfect, and oh so helpless 
            form..........
            Given her predicament, I magnanimously decide to allow my guest full 
            control of her own mind.  Her response is fairly predictable - if 
            muffled.  I seem to have neglected to mention the large black dildo 
            currently filling her mouth and throat with nine inches of hard, 
            thick, ribbed rubber.  She looks so cute; those perfect lips 
            stretched to the full - and is quite helpless to save herself.  The 
            bondage is just too tight; she is unable to move her torso more than 
            a few millimetres. Furthermore, the dildo is secured to a robotic 
            arm, holding it, and, by association, her head, resolutely in 
            position.  Thus, poor little Angelina can do no more than gag and 
            drool around her oral invader. Still, she looks quite adorable; eyes 
            stretched wide with horror and fear.  Not quite so plucky any 
            more.......
            Unable to do anything else, her eyes focus upon the wall of
            mirrors that surround her.  Facing this image, the precariousness of 
            her position gradually sinks in.  In particular, her eyes make
            horrified contact with the contraption at the rear of the couch - a 
            pair of steel rods; connected to a motor on the floor.  Both rods 
            are threaded; designed to allow the fixing of certain attachments.  
            But that is for later.  First, the foreplay.......
             
            TWACK!!!!
             
            The riding crop slices through the air and connects
            satisfyingly upon Angelina's buttocks.  Even through her thick 
            rubber gag, Jolie's squeal of pain is audible.  It only serves to 
            heighten my pleasure.  Soon, the crop is whipped back down again.  
            And again. Small red whelts develop over her divine posterior; 
            symbols of a physical pain to match the spiritual anguish.  However, 
            I am not quite finished with my whip just yet......
            With a flick of a button on the remote control (brandished
            boastfully in front of her face), the couch begins to move, 
            adjusting its angle and taking Angelina with it.  Her legs, fastened 
            down on either side of her, revolve so that the feet point inwards 
            towards each other.  Combined with the alteration in the seat's 
            angle, this
            stretches her further and further; twisting her hind quarter until 
            the walls of her narrow pink slit are hoisted in the air - forced 
            open through the pressure.  She is now fully exposed; sloping 
            upwards from her head to ass, so that her rear is raised almost 
            ludicrously into the air.
            Having forced her into the exact position that I require, I
            take my time - circling her helpless form like a ravenous hyena.  I 
            am ravenous; eager to ravage this starlet cunt.  However, first 
            things first.  Without further warning, I slice the riding crop down 
            onto her oh so vulnerable pussy lips.  Satisfyingly, this act causes 
            Jolie to shriek with pain - leaving her lips a rich ruby red; 
            perfect for salting.  Luckily (or rather through the benefits of 
            meticulous
            advanced planning) I have a solution already prepared.  Waving the 
            transparent beaker in front of her tear stricken eyes, its 
            appearance gives no indication of the torture it will inflict.  It 
            looks just like water - the large quantity of salt contained within 
            has dissolved into invisibility.  However, its presence is all too 
            readily felt..... Using a pair of fingers, I smear the solution onto 
            her oh so
            raw cunt lips.  The effect is instantaneous; even through the dildo 
            cock, Angelina begins to howl.  The pain must be incredible,
            unimaginable - but the sound of her screaming is more than 
            satisfactory. I soon give her something to take her mind off the 
            burn of the
            salt - lashing the whip down onto her flesh again.  This cycle
            continues for a time - lash followed by solution followed by lash.  
            To Ms Jolie's credit, she never stops screaming.....
             
            Eventually, I put the riding crop away - as a man must finally
            do with all childish things.  Enough preamble.  I have rather more 
            impressive toys to play with.  And I can't wait to introduce them to 
            Angelina's helpless form......
             
            "Time to make a choice."
            My words force her attention away from her pain.  Her eyes
            focus upon my opening of a mahogany box.  Contained within are an 
            enviable collection of dildos - over twenty phalluses of various 
            shapes and sizes; some rubber, others metal.  Teasingly, I conduct a 
            laboured selection process, before settling for the obvious choice - 
            the
            largest, sixteen inches of thick black rubber.
            "How's this?  Do you approve?  Should make quite a dent in your 
            little belly."
            "Nohh!  Dohnt plhhesh!  Ooo bggg!"
            "Guess who?"  I force the phallus under her nose; forcing her to 
            smell an unmistakable fragrance - the cunt of its former
            victim.  "No?  No idea?  Hmm, perhaps this will elaborate." With an 
            exaggerated gesture, I activate the tv screens.  The
            wall of mirrors surrounding my helpless prey instantly begins to 
            replay the required image.  In seconds, Angelina's eyes are fixed on 
            the screen - held in horror by the image displayed thereon.
            "Recognise her now, huh?  Yeah, course you do.  After all, you were 
            lapping that cunt yourself not so long ago......"
            The mirror screens show Catherine Zeta Jones attached to the
            very same couch upon which Angelina finds herself.  She is dressed 
            in the skin-tight hotpants she wore so memorably in 'Entrapment' -
            although a hole has been created in the fabric through which to 
            access her cunt.  And boy, is it being accessed.....
            Before Angelina's increasingly horrified eyes, Ms Zeta Jones is 
            fucked by the machine - the mechanical arm acting like a piston; 
            plunging the thick dildo in and out of her helpless snatch.
            Catherine's position is a mirror image of Angelina's - strapped 
            down, stretched into an alien (not to mention completely exposed) 
            position; the only difference is that Catherine is actually feeling 
            the machine in action.  Angelina can now have little doubt about the 
            fate that awaits her.
            Appropriately, she begins to struggle anew.  "Noh!  Noh!  Uvve gut 
            oo let eee gooo...."  However, the bonds more than adequately absorb 
            her struggles; just as the dildo lodged in her throat muffles her 
            protest.
            On the screen, events are approaching a climax.  And they are
            not alone.  Catherine throws her head as far back as her bonds will 
            allow and gives out a guttural shriek.  Instantly, she begins to 
            come - fluid oozing out from between her legs.  However, it brings 
            no
            respite.  The machine does not tire.  It does not weaken.  It just 
            fucks.  Relentlessly........
             
            With another swift motion, I revert the screens back to simple
            mirrors.  Angelina is now confronted by the true precariousness of 
            her position - her eyes drawn with increasing horror to the metallic 
            arm poised threateningly behind her all too exposed cunt.
            "By the time I switched my toy off, Catherine's mind was
            shattered.  She was begging for me to continue.  Begging to be 
            fucked by this machine.  And she was just like you.  So deliciously 
            defiant. I broke her.  Do you really think you can resist?"
            She responds predictably - ushering a string of muffled
            obscenities.  A smile crosses my lips.  Good.  I am glad she still 
            has her spirit.  It will make her defeat all the more satisfying.  
            However, the moment I step around to her rear, her demeanour 
            changes.
            "Noh!  Nooh!"  Struggle though she might, she is unable to escape - 
            all she achieves is an aesthetically pleasing squirming motion.  
            "Pleesh.  Yoh cahnt.  Ist ooo bihg!"
            "Come, come.  False modesty surely."  Slowly, making sure she sees 
            every nuance, I attach the dildo to the higher of the two
            rods.  "A slut like you must have swallowed some real monsters in 
            your time.  Or are all directors midgets?"
            Having fixed the rod, I step back before using the remote to
            usher the cock into motion.  With an all to audible whirring, the 
            attachment begins to rotate; spinning like an automatic drill.  It 
            looks menacing - even to me.  Imagine how much more terrifying it 
            must be to have this evil contraption spring to life only inches 
            from your exposed cunt.....
            "Pleeesh."  Tears flow down Angelina's pretty face.  "Pleeesh, dohnt 
            doe thish.  Plesh.  Eyl doe angytyng....."
            "Yes, I know you will.  Let's get you a little
            more.....comfortable."
            Another button twists her body's position yet again.  She is
            swiftly stretched even further - a motion that opens her cunt up to 
            its furthest width.  Any more and the poor girl will tear.
            Having worked her into position thus, another button brings the cock 
            forward - still spinning and whirring threateningly - until its tip 
            is barely a millimetre from the lips of her cruelly stretched 
            vagina; poised for the assault.
            At this point, Angelina is visibly trembling.  She knows it is
            about to begin.  Teasingly, I keep her waiting; leaning over her 
            prone form and attaching a pair of rubber suction cups to her 
            nipples.  These cups are connected to long hollow tubes, protruding 
            from the couch itself.  As this cool rubber connects with her 
            sensitive skin, Angelina immediately tenses; attempting to draw away 
            from this new invasion. The bonds hold her tight.
            Her muffled voice is etched with puzzlement - it is a feeling I will 
            soon allay.  However, for now I simply sit down behind her raised 
            buttocks - providing a perfect view of the skewering to come.  
            Slipping into her mind, I savour the waves of shame and humiliation 
            that coarse through her being.  As if my presence were not bad 
            enough, she is being filmed by an array of video cameras - her 
            humiliation is being
            broadcast live onto the web for free access throughout the world.  
            This is the truly global performance she had so longed for.......
            "Now, my little starlet.  Lets get you in the mood."
            Angelina gasps through her gag as the cups around her nipples
            begin a gentle sucking motion.  Simultaneously, the couch begins to 
            vibrate.  Her nipples immediately harden under this attention - 
            goose bumps issuing across her skin.  A further instruction causes 
            the cock to commence a rhythmic vibration; its up and down motion 
            running along the very edges of her vagina - teasing her beyond 
            endurance.
            Her nerves are rapidly shredded.  Violent shudders tear through her 
            person.  The intensity of these sensations is increased by the 
            ridgity of her position - just about the only response she is 
            capable of is the squirming of her toes; helpless before this 
            unexpected assault.
            My microphone - buried within the thick dildo lodged in her
            throat - captures her moan and broadcasts it through loudspeakers; 
            an audible sign of her weakness.  Beneath this titillating assault 
            her body is weakening.  My cameras capture it all; eyes screwed 
            tightly together, fighting with all her strength, praying that her 
            body will not betray her.  Sadly, Ms Jolie has always enjoyed sex 
            games - often getting a thrill from her own helplessness.  Well, she 
            has never been so helpless.  Her skin glistens with sweat from the 
            strain.  I can taste her capitulation, but the viewers will need 
            this fact reiterated. "You like that, don't you?  Yeah, course you 
            do.  What a good little slut.  Bet you want to cum for us all here 
            and now, don't you? Well, lets see what we can do."
             
             
            Angelina's moaning becomes loader as I viciously increase the
            speed of the 'sucking'.  Her ripe, full breasts dance helplessly 
            before the machine's vibrations.  Despite herself, she is enjoying 
            this.  Time for the main event....
            Another button suddenly plunges the dildo through her portal -
            even through the gag, she issues a howl at this intrusion.
            "NNNNUNNUUUHH!"
            Steadily, I move more and more of its length into her stretched 
            cunt. Four.  Five.  Six inches.  Soon, she is screaming, begging me 
            to stop, tears streaming down her cheeks.  But the incursions keep 
            coming, relentless - boring further and further into her completely 
            exposed canal.  With the added pain in her back from this cruel 
            position, she is helpless but to moan and plead through her gag for 
            mercy - every muffled word of which is humiliatingly broadcast 
            through speakers for net consumption........
            "UUUUH!  Purleash!  Stoppp, youhr khillin meee!  ARGGHH!  
            Noouuuugh...." Having bored half of its length into her canal, the 
            phallus
            stops just as suddenly as it started.  However, Angelina has no time 
            to grow accustomed to its intrusion - almost immediately, it begins 
            to vibrate; teasing anew the walls of her tightly stretched cunt.
            "NNNUUUNUUHHhmmmhhmmuuushh......"
            Her voice, muffled as it is, comes in little screams.  At this
            point, the cock squirts a solution into her passage - a chilli
            solution.  Immediately, her screams raise by a further octave - 
            music to my ears.  No sooner has she begun to grow accustomed to 
            this new pain, than my toy's penetration increases - added by this 
            new
            lubrication fluid.  Her pain is immense - it feels as if she is 
            being split in two.  The huge, unbending cock surges on - no longer 
            moving forward, but expanding; and dragging with it the walls of her 
            already over-stretched walls.  Angelina's eyes are still shut tight 
            - a visual indicator of an internal battle.  Lewd sensations are 
            ripping through her helpless body; waves of pleasure forcing their 
            way through her being.  Although she fights with all of her 
            strength, it is quite useless.  The machine is unrelenting; teasing 
            breasts and cunt
            remorselessly.  In the end, it is the very thought of her sheer
            helplessness that weakens her resolve - Jolie has long had a 
            reputation for enjoying the rough stuff......
            An excited moan escapes those gorgeously stretched lips - and
            is immediately broadcast to the wanking millions watching on the 
            Net. The significance is not lost - it is an act of submission; she 
            is mine to do with as I wish.  Even without my mental influence, 
            Angelina Jolie has lost control of her own body.  At last, this 
            proud young bitch is completely at my mercy; nothing less than 
            complete degradation will satisfy me now.
            The array of cameras catch the moment - the moment that,
            involuntarily, her buttocks begin a slight rotating motion; as much 
            as they are able through her bondage.  As we watch, her cheeks begin 
            to move - hollowing in rhythm to the throbs of her mechanical lover. 
             She is sucking the dildo in her mouth.  Time to make her realise 
            her humiliation;
            "That's it, my little fuck bunny.  Suck that cock.  You like that, 
            huh?  Don't you?"  I tease, relishing her capitulation.  ""Yes. You 
            like your new lover.  We can all see that."  With a sudden burst of 
            movement, I pluck the dildo from her mouth - leaving her gasping for 
            air.  "Tell me.  Tell us how much you like it."
            "Fuck you,"  Her voice is quiet, hoarse from the abuse.  "Fuck you, 
            you sick bastard!"
            My response, other than laughter, is to jab at the controls;
            ushering another spasmodic throb through the rubber.
            "NOOOHH!"  She groans, her body betraying her.  Gripping the back of 
            her head, I swiftly thrust the dildo back down her throat, waiting 
            until she is choking on the thick rubber before stopping the 
            descent.
            "Not ready to submit yet, my dear?  Maybe you need a little more 
            persuading?"
            "Neew.  Purleesh.  Doenht!"  Her long dark hair flows from side to 
            side as she implores; begging me to stop.  Sadly for Ms Jolie, I am 
            an expert at exquisite sexual torture, and this couch is my ultimate 
            tool.  I play with her squirming, writhing body as a master plays 
            his violin.  I can produce the sounds of pleasure and pain at will; 
            a wail of joy from a sudden throb of the embedded cock, a whine of 
            pain from an extra excruciating suck of a nipple.  The moans of my 
            shackled starlet become more desperate with every teasing pulse.  
            She is
            becoming frustrated.  Wantonly, she attempts to push back against 
            the instrument digging into her rear.  Well, if it's added depth 
            that she wants.....
            A flick of a switch allows the cock to commence its journey to
            Angelina's belly.  Appropriately, her howls begin anew....
            "AAARGGHHH!  Ho pleesh, pleesh.  Od Oooohhh....."
            The cock swiftly forces some fourteen inches into her snatch.
            It must be excruciating - she lies there, helpless, a pig on a spit. 
            No sooner has this depth been reached, then I press another button. 
            This time the cock does not just go deeper or pulse, it begins to 
            work its way back and forth; pulling out to six inches, then 
            thrusting back to twelve.  It is fucking her.
            "UHUHUHUHUH  OHH OHH OHHHH!"
            Her eyes open through the mixture of pain and pleasure - as a
            result, she is confronted by the sight of her degradation; a vast 
            black dildo pummelling her hot box without remorse.  The tears flow 
            once more from her eyes.  The humiliation is too much, but, more to 
            the point, she is rapidly approaching climax......
            "ARHHHH!  HU HU HU HUH UHHUH!  ooooOOOOO OW NOOOOO!"
            Her voice turns into a howl of sheer frustration.  With callous 
            disregard for her approaching orgasm, I bring the machine to a full 
            halt.  She has no resistance left.  She's right on the edge - 
            teetering on the brink of a climactic orgasm.  The fire in her belly 
            is
            uncontrollable - she is screaming for release from this excruciating 
            agony.  This time she will beg me to finish fucking her......
            "PLEESH!  Pleesh, ooh plees-  downt top pleesh....."
            "What was that, Angelina?  Are you trying to say something?" 
            "Pleesh,"  Her face blushes with shame, but she says it anyway.  
            "Pleesh, downt top.  Eye wont ewe oo uck mee....." "Louder.  Say it 
            louder. We all want to hear you."
            "PLEESH UCK MEEE!"
             
            Without further words, I start the machine.  It instantly
            resumes its savage assault on her cunt.
            "NUH  NUH  NOOO!  OWNT  OOOH uh uh uh uh uuuuhh  OOH!  AAHH! 
            AAHHH....!"
            Once again, I pull the dildo from her mouth - this time she
            barely notices.  With rapid pace, she is approaching climax - this 
            only gives her the freedom to release her lewd pleading. Nothing 
            matters anymore; pride, dignity, career.  Succumbing, Angelina 
            begins to blurt out all the filthy, vile words that she knows......
            "God!  Don't stop! Give it to me....Yes.  Yes.  Yessh!  Fuck me!  
            OOH....Ohh, yeah....fuck me...fuck me....FUCK ME!  FUCK MEEE!" 
             
            Her submission is all the sweeter for the fact that she is
            still in command of her own thoughts.  I am not forcing her to say 
            this.  If she had the strength, she could still resist.  But she 
            doesn't.  She gives in; abandons her pride and begs to be fucked 
            like the whore she is.  By giving in, she shows to the millions 
            eagerly watching this broadcast just what a slut she really is......
            I increase the speed.  It is quite a sight - the machine
            pistons the cock back and forth into her cunt with brutal intensity. 
            Her pain is considerable; it feels as if her body is being torn in 
            two.  Yet she still begs for more.....
            Angelina's mouth opens and closes like a goldfish.  Her body is in a 
            state of shock - a quite natural response to the trunk like rod 
            assaulting her belly.  This is a woman who gets severely turned on 
            by personal pain.  Before I am done, she'll experience 
            multiples...... "Ooohhh, yesh!  Yessss!  You're so goood!  So good!  
            Much
            better than Jonny!  Don't stop....don't stop...don't ever stop!  OH! 
            Fuck me!  FUCK MEEEEE!!"
            The point of complete capitulation.  Angelina betrays her
            husband in front  of watching (and no doubt wanking) millions - with 
            no prompting from me.  I truly have uncovered a complete slut.  She 
            no longer cares.  All that matters is that she cums.  Well, lets see 
            what we can do......
             
             
            The couch begins to rotate up and down; sending Angelina's
            quivering buttocks high into the air like a jockey on a 
            thoroughbred. The thick cock continues to pound her cunt with strong 
            mechanical thrusts - issuing the moist sound of sexual intercourse 
            throughout the chamber.
            Angelina groans out her submission to the lewd sensations
            pulsing through her body.  Her toes curl (one of the few movements 
            she is able to effect in her captive state) slightly against the 
            balls of her feet as she is bucked up and down, sucked and fucked 
            like a
            helpless slave by the driving machine.  She is being publicly 
            debased; treated like a common whore.  And she loves every second.  
            Angelina Jolie - the hottest young prospect in Hollywood - is being 
            fucked senseless by a machine.  And is loving every second.  She 
            longs for complete destruction - to be fucked so hard that she can 
            never walk again.  Sweat drips from her straining face;
            "OOOOhhh!  F-fuck me!  Fuck me good.  Fuck me hard!"
            Her voice has become a chant - yelled out from between those
            perfectly bee-stung lips.  How many men have longed to plunge their 
            cocks between those perfect lips?  Hundreds?  Thousands?  Millions?  
            I bet every man watching / wanking would love to get Angelina-cock 
            sucker- Jolie to wrap her lips around his member.  I live to fulfil 
            those fantasies....
            I step in front of her helpless form, unzipping my flies.
            Taking her cheeks in my hands, I force her to look into my eyes - 
            there is no mercy.
            "Suck it."
            My hands tangle themselves in her hair - long dark locks grown
            for her role as the sluttish wife in 'Pushing Tin' - providing a 
            certain leverage to ensure compliance.  A brutal tug causes her to 
            gasp with pain - providing a perfect opening.  With undisguised 
            eagerness, I thrust forward, forcing my instrument into her mouth.  
            Can you imagine the sensation?  The feeling of Angelina Jolie 
            gagging on your helmet? Absolute bliss......
            I begin to undulate my hips - hitting time with the machine
            gorging out my pet from the rear.  I never fully withdraw, always 
            leaving at least an inch inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. 
            Harder and harder, I fuck her face - doing my best to come 
            head-to-head with the invader raping her belly.  My hands hold her 
            in position (for symbolic purposes only - her bonds ensure that she 
            cannot escape); her coughs, gags and splutters merely serving to 
            heighten my pleasure. Given that she is such a sadomasochistic slut, 
            it is hardly
            surprising that her complete helplessness and debasement swiftly 
            brings Angelina to the verge of orgasm.  She responds by licking and 
            sucking with renewed vigour - quite the pro.
            "UUUHHH AHHyeeshhh!"
            As she hits orgasm, she moans audible around my cock.  Her
            relief is palpable - tears of relief flow unrestricted from her 
            eyes. This is the final straw.  Thrusting my way deep into her 
            throat - forcing her nose into my pubic hair - I begin to shoot my 
            juice into her throat.  Angelina gulps it down - an automatic 
            response after years of practise......
             
            Two minutes later, I have switched the machine off.  The dildo
            is still embedded deep in her cunt, but, for now, it is still.
            Angelina lies exhausted, eyes closed and breathing deeply.  She 
            thinks the worst is over.  How little she suspects.....
            Selecting a second dildo from the box - a long metallic number - I 
            stealthily attach it to the second rod.  It now hovers threateningly 
            behind her prostrate form.  Any guesses where it's going to go....? 
            Stepping back to her front, I quickly force the gag back down
            her throat - waiting for her to choke on its length before securing 
            it to the waiting robotic arm.  I now step back to savour the view. 
            Angelina Jolie lies skewered between two cocks - one in her mouth, 
            the other in her cunt.  More immediately exciting is the third 
            member - poised directly behind her arse.  She is spread wide - her 
            buttocks forced apart by the angle of the couch.  There is nothing 
            to stop this cock's descent.  I wait until I am sure that Angelina 
            has fully
            registered her predicament, then I throw the switch.....
            "NOH OHHH EASE NOH Arggghh!"
            Without even a pause to consider her sentiments, the metallic
            monster plunges into her anus - forcing its way into her tight 
            little shitter.  Angelina screams her protest through the gag.  What 
            do you know, it seems Ms Jolie was an anal virgin....
            Futilely, Angelina attempts to clench her cheeks.  It is quite
            hopeless - her position ensures that her buttocks spread through 
            gravity.  Anyway, it is too late - metal has already pierced her 
            rim. Equally useless, she attempts to push forward - the only result 
            of which is to force even more of the cock-gag down her throat.  In 
            the end, all she can do is lie there; submit to her skewering on 
            three fronts.  Indeed, the torment quickly gets worse - I activate 
            the cock in her cunt to renew its assault once more.
            "Oooohh!  N-Ohhhh!"
            There is nobody to help this poor little starlet.  Worse still, she 
            has the knowledge that millions of surfers around the globe are 
            currently beating themselves off watching her debasement.  The 
            ultimate live entertainment - celebrity humiliation....
            "UHHHHUHHHNNNNARRRHUHUHUHUHOOOHOH UHHH!
            She is quite a sight - hung between the three fake cocks - a
            delicious pig on a spit.  Having reached its full eight inches, her 
            anal invader is now sawing rhythmically back and forth; bringing 
            further sobs of pain / pleasure from Angelina's cruelly stretched 
            lips.  The rape of her arse hurts like hell, but Angelina is forced 
            to endure every last sensation.  Gradually, the pain begins to drive 
            her wild.....
            I slip into her mind, eager to savour her pain and humiliation - and 
            delicious it proves.  It feels as if her passage is on fire - her 
            rectum spasms uncontrollably.  Her belly feels so full; she thinks 
            she's going to burst.  And she has a desire to fart - to push this 
            intruder from her bowels.  As the cocks pick up the pace she groans 
            and convulses.  I feel her frustration - she wants to scream out her 
            pain, but the gag stifles her.  She feels an excruciating cocktail 
            of pain and pleasure as her anus is reamed by the metal monster.  
            She knows she is going to cum - I feel her self-disgust and loathing 
            as her body weakens and betrays her.
            Stepping back, I observe her orgasm.  Thighs trembling, body
            spasming from tension and pressure, Angelina begins to cream over 
            the dildo in her cunt.  More than that, she actively begins to push 
            back against her rear door raiders - an almost minuscule motion, but 
            enough for my array of cameras to catch and relay.  Her complete 
            capitulation is instantly shown all over the world.
            I slip in front of her and begin to wank myself off just inches from 
            her face.  With a quick motion, I disconnect the gag - freeing her 
            airways once again.
            "Stick your tongue out, Angelina.  That's it, whore, right out - as 
            far as it can go."
            Angelina is too far gone to argue.  She thrusts her tongue out
            from between those perfect lips and begins to lap at my cock like an 
            exquisite ice cream.  She is very noisy - in those moments that the 
            auditorium is not filled with the sound of her orgasmic moans (she 
            has just had her third in the space of two minutes - and still the 
            machine pursues her relentlessly), the sound of her slurping and 
            lapping fills the airways.
            Thrusting her ass as far back as possible, Angelina screams out her 
            primal pleasure - that's number four.  This does it for me; with a 
            grunt of approval I blast across her pleasure stricken face.  
            Angelina goes cross eyed watching my spunk splatter her face - a 
            delightful sight.  Thrusting forward, I quickly fill her mouth; 
            emptying my load down her throat.  Choking, she is forced to swallow 
            my fresh seed - a taste she will soon grow quite accustomed to.  I 
            have many nights of pleasure in store for this little veal - and, 
            amid my pleasure, I am sure I will be able to indulge her bisexual 
            tastes.  There are numerous young starlets I look forward to pairing 
            her with.  Yes, I shall enjoy my new pet......
             
            However, it is time to give her a rest.  This fucking has
            driven her to the brink of complete collapse.  A button on the 
            remote ushers a short electric current through the metal dildo - 
            momentarily frying her bowels.  When the shock passes, she has 
            slumped into
            unconsciousness.  No harm has been done.  I have no intention of 
            damaging such valuable merchandise just yet.
            With her long black hair soaked with sweat, Angelina's features are 
            partially obscured.  However, after the events of tonight, nobody is 
            going to forget Ms Angelina Jolie ever again......

