Starfuck: Angelina Jolie 
by Mephistopheles

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...... Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Before you buy.