starfuck: Kelly Brook

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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..........
abeel...@hotmail.com

Starfuck: Kelly Brook
by Mephistopheles
MC, MF, CELEB

This is one of the most request stories of the last twelve
months. It appears Ms Brook made quite an impression during her stint
on C4’s ‘Big Breakfast’. I wonder why......?

Kelly Brook is a fantastic symbol of modern womanhood. Her
time as presenter of ‘The Big Breakfast’ set the woman’s lib movement
back years. Rarely can there have been a more blatant incident of
promotion solely through physique. The fact that Kelly proved
completely incompetent at even the less-than-taxing tasks demanded of
her by that show only served to highlight the fact that she was only
there to give men something to wank over first thing in the morning.
And, in that capacity, she more than meet expectations - the reliever
of a hundred-thousand morning glories. Moreover, the deliberate and
repeated leaking of internal memos detailing her inability to read
the ‘complex’ words demanded by the show’s script led to one of the
most prolonged and public humiliations of recent years. Poor little
Kelly looked all at sea, well and truly out of her depth, as she tried
to rebuff these criticisms. It was so obvious that she was at best a
semi-articulate wank doll. I couldn’t have done it better myself......
Naturally, I have received numerous requests to turn my
particular talents upon the delightful Ms Brook. However, while
her ‘Big Breakfast’ nightmare continued I felt little need to
intervene - she was doing a fantastic job all by herself. After her
unceremonious firing (the poor girl even attempted to sell the claim
that she had chosen to quit...), it became a different matter
entirely. Suddenly, Ms Brook became very much fair game......

Her need to maintain a high profile made it ridiculously easy
to snare her. I let it be known that I was looking for a female front-
woman for a new satellite show (no such show exists - but then a man
with my abilities never needs to provide proof of his claims), and she
quickly made contact with me. I do so love it when my prey walks
willingly into my web. At our meeting I told her that I was impressed
with her resume (for which you may read her chest; the little slut came
dressed in an extremely tight tank top through which her nipples
aggressively poked - leaving no doubt where her true talent lay),
before suggesting that she give a demonstration of her presenting
skills. At this point, I invited her to take to the Hellfire Club
stage to act as presenter / compare for one of our shows. Naturally,
she readily agreed. Little did the slut suspect just how close to the
evening’s entertainment she was to be........

I elect not to establish direct control over Kelly; instead, I
merely ease her towards my will, allowing her the facade of self
control. It is in this manner that her clothes are selected - a pair
of tiny tight leather shorts and an extremely small corset. These
clothes highlight the exact qualities that have earnt Kelly her
reputation. The shorts cut in to her arse, exposing a pleasing
quantity of fleshy buttock - a very tempting prospect. The corset is
equally impressive; several sizes too small (indeed, it cuts into her
waist so much that it must endanger her circulation), it forces her
tits up and very nearly out. Her cleavage is frankly delightful -
those tits look ideally suited to a tit-wank; a function I look forward
to testing. In addition, she wears a pair of cheap heels; creating an
extremely pleasing image of Ms Brook as an equally cheap hooker. Of
course, to her eyes nothing is amiss. She feels she has selected her
costume herself - no doubt designed to grab as much attention as
possible. That can be taken for granted....

She takes to the stage to a chorus of approval. She is quite
stunning; a big, bright, thoroughly vacant smile, the bounce of her
curly hair matched only by that of her impressive cleavage. It seems
Kelly ‘chose’ to go sans bra for tonight’s performance (not that one
could have fitted beneath that corset). A wise career decision.
Whatever doubts her puny mind may have felt over the lack of a script
are easily suppressed by my persuasion; this show is going to be about
spontaneity. I reassure her that, should she get herself in trouble,
the audience will prove only too willing to help.......
The roars that greet her arrival confirm her current status
among the male population. It seems that the backlash has arrived.
Faced with a barrage of ‘intelligent’ women clamouring for equality, it
seems that men have reverted back to appreciating women whose assets
are rather more physical in nature......

We do not move onto the main course straight away. A
considerable part of Kelly’s appeal is just what a stupid bitch she is -
making it easy for guys to feel their natural superiority. Thus, I
allow her some time to give us an ample demonstration - an opportunity
she eagerly accepts. Her conversation is incredibly banal, her
attempts at wit strikingly pathetic. Her intellectual limitations are
all too apparent as she tries to work the crowd - a rather pointless
exercise given that they have already worked themselves into a fit of
sexual frenzy. It could not possibly escape her notice that the
audience is entirely composed of men - numbering over 100 in total -
not one single woman has been admitted into the club tonight. Under
normal circumstances this might not cause her a problem -
unsurprisingly, the vast majority of the Kelly Brook fan club are drawn
from this gender; her appeal having yet to successfully transfer itself
to the female population. However, tonight’s crowd is altogether more
sinister. They are all here for an express purpose - my advertisement
of this event on the internet declared an open invitation to come and
fuck our guest of honour. And how the public have responded.......
Someone quickly tires of listening to Kelly’s inane prattle and
instigates the transition onto the main event.
“Shut the fuck up and show us your titties!”
In an instant, this demand is taken up by the rest of the
audience - a rallying cry that echoes violently around the auditorium.
Kelly is clearly dumb-struck. Unable to think up a witty reposte, she
elects to make her exit - suddenly aware of just how perilous her
position is. However, my influence stifles this rebellion instantly.
She is forced to stand and face the crowd; forced to listen to their
lewd suggestions.
Much against her will, Kelly is forced to respond. With shock,
she realises that she can no longer control her actions - she has
become a helpless puppet. With no outward sign of her inner distress,
Kelly begins to dance - moving to the rhythm of the crowd’s basest
baying. It is a slow, seductive routine, perfectly in time with the
orchestra of noise from the crowd. As she dances, her hands flow all
over her body; clutching her tits and her arse.
The crowd quickly grow impatient - it should be their hands on
that body, not her own. Under my instruction, a couple of youths are
allowed access to the studio. A very politically correct selection -
one black, the other white - both in possession of raving hard ons.
Having reached the stage, they waste no time in launching their
assault. Their hands quickly replace Kelly’s; fondling and groping her
helpless form with wanton abandon. Kelly’s eyes are wide and tear
strained, but her body responds to a different tune - her hips continue
to thrash in an imitation of sexual frenzy. A very pleasing sight.
But, with the impetuousness of youth, the boys quickly move on to the
next stage. They begin to strip her.........

The black youth swiftly draws a knife, run its serrated edge
across the front of Kelly’s corset. Having sliced through the front of
this material, the hands on her breasts immediately tear the remainder
of the outfit from her torso - exposing a pair of quite exquisite
breasts to her public. The same blade is slipped through the shorts -
allowing the leather to slip down to the floor. Kelly is now fully
exposed - left wearing only those deliciously sluttish heels.
Kelly’s cheeks burn with shame at her humiliation, while a
hundred men jeer out their appreciation. However, her humiliation has
barely even begun. After her two guests have groped her tits and arse
(with one even slipping a digit slyly into her hot snatch - which she
appears to have shaved only recently.....), they back away, leaving her
alone in the spotlight. Under instruction, she immediately proceeds to
turn her back to the audience. Her legs are now spread as wide as
possible, before she is instructed to bend forward, under her hands
clutch her ankles. She is forced to hold this position for several
minutes - the only change being when her hands move to her cunt;
parting her lips to give us all a clear sighting of her box......
Stepping out from the sidelines, I slip a cheap leather dog
collar around Kelly’s throat. This is then connected to a silver
leash, before she is forced down onto her knees. I now lead her off
stage, forcing her to crawl behind me on her hands and knees. We move
through the audience. Miraculously, they part like the Red Sea before
Moses - although the odd individual spits upon Kelly as she crawls
between them.
Quickly our goal is reached. At the centre of the dancefloor
stands a large gold phallus. Constructed from metal, it stands some
five feet in height - wide at its base, but building towards a point /
summit. Without further ado, Kelly is hoisted up onto this monument.
Her feet are immediately secured in the stirrups that sit on either
side, while her arms are swiftly fastened behind her back (a posture
that forces her tits out impressively.....). She is now quite helpless
to move of her own accord in any other position than down - and that is
a route she will attempt to resist with all her might.
I release her from my control. Her humiliation will be all the
more satisfying for the futility of the struggle that proceeds it. She
makes a lovely spectacle - her tits bouncing impressively as she
struggles against her bondage. Allow me to detail the precise nature
of her predicament. She is centred directly over the point of the
phallus - its tip angled threatening directly below her cunt. The only
way she is able to stop herself being skewered on the golden
monstrosity is through standing on tip-toes. The moment her soles hit
the floor, the phallus will find its target. Thus, she is forced onto
the very tips of her toes; but for how long? It is impossible that she
can hold this position indefinitely - the build up of acid in her
muscles will soon force her downfall. It is now just a question of
waiting........
In the meantime, my guests find unique means of amusing
themselves. Circling around Kelly’s helpless (not to mention writhing)
form, they swiftly unzip; beginning to beat themselves off as they
watch her humiliation. It does not take long before those pioneers hit
climax - spurting their juice over Kelly’s legs, back, tits, hair and
face. A quite lovely sight. No sooner have they peaked then the
second wave steps into place - starting the cycle all over again....
Kelly weakens visibly over the ensuing 50 minutes. Gradually,
she gets lower and lower, until, at one point, the smooth metal touches
her cunt lips. This shock forces her back upright, but it is now only
a matter of time - minutes rather than hours. By now, she is covered
in white slime from head to toe, yet still the onslaught continues.
Indeed, some have even come back for seconds.
Finally, it proves too much. With a weak squeal, Kelly drops
down onto the phallus. Immediately, she sinks ten inches - an act
which draws a scream of pain despite her weariness. However, she is
unable to get her legs to work, so her attempts at ascent prove quite
futile. Settling back, we watch (not to mention record - this show is
simultaneously being broadcast on my web channel) as Kelly Brook fucks
this colossal dildo. Fighting against her fate, she manages merely to
prolong the agony. At one point she is almost touching the floor -
testament to her cunt’s ability to swallow cock; looks like those
rumours about how she obtained her ‘Big Breakfast’ job can be
verified......
In the coarse of her degradation, Kelly climaxes four times; a
concession that serves to heighten her humiliation. Her fight becomes
more and more futile - ultimately ending up as little more than an
obscene wobbling around this vast cock. Yet she never stops crying;
even as her body betrays her. Even now, her ordeal is not over. Once
we have had our fill of her fucking this vast dildo, she will be placed
on the dancefloor and raped by every man in the room; all captured by
my cameras for posterity.......

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