starfuck: Salma Hayek

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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..........
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Starfuck: Salma Hayek
by Mephistopheles
MC, MF, CELEB

A man with my particular gift receives numerous unusual
requests for his services. Often these requests are unusual in terms
of the prey (I remember one particular weirdo wanted the Barbara
Cartland - a little too necrophilic for my tastes). Sometimes they are
unusual in terms of scenario (one businessman obtained Carol Vorderman
to tutor his pubescent sons in maths - although, in his defence, she
was also required to perform a degree of extra curricular
activities....). And then there are requests that are unusual in terms
of the client. This current case fits the latter criteria.
Actually, it is with surprising regularity that the clergy
request my services. When you give it thought, it makes sense - with
that vow of celibacy they are looking for complete control, no
questions asked. Indeed, so often have I received Papal requests, I
begin to suspect that it goes beyond the stereotyped image of horny
clerics. It is as if Catholicism has embarked upon a modern crusade -
to punish the proprietors of modern sinfulness. And, as we all know,
cinema lies as the root cause of our culture's moral degradation.....
These requests are always quite appetising - there is nothing
quite so sordid as watching a spoilt brat of an actress taste God's
wrath. However, my current hunt is altogether more satisfying.
Salma Hayek has severely pissed off the Catholic
establishment. She is Mexico's finest export since the taco -
something of an icon / idol in her native land. Mexico is of major
importance to the Catholic faith - a vastly increasing population
destined to poverty - an obvious Catholic breeding ground. In the last
50 years Catholicism has concentrated more and more on such countries -
abandoning the affluent (and thus irreligious) West in favour of more
fertile ground. A similar agenda was undertaken by tobacco firms - but
that particular insidious invasion was halted. Mexico has proven well
worth their effort - a massive population, unanimously poverty
stricken, all devout Catholics. Despite the loss of the West, in terms
of sheer numbers, Catholicism has never been more powerful.
So how was the establishment going to react to Ms Hayek's
decision to appear in 'Dogma'? When one of a nation's foremost icons
appears in a film that is openly sacrilegious there is an immediate
danger - will it prove contagious?
This is the clergy's official motive for the acquisition of
this particular star. Of course, there is considerably more to it than
this, and, as usual, it can be broken down to the issue of race. The
higher echelons of the Vatican are unanimously white and Western (yet
they ironically see themselves as immune from the moral degradation
that has contaminated the culture....). To their eyes, Ms Hayek is a
mere Mexican - a savage that ought to be thankful for the enlightenment
they bring. By appearing in 'Dogma', she has shown a streak of
wilfulness; she needs to be taught her true place in this world. She
needs to be taught appropriate subservience........
Quite delicious isn't it? How could I possibly refuse so
delightfully twisted a scheme? Naturally, I am far from adverse to
hunting Salma Hayek - without doubt she is strikingly beautiful, not to
mention a colossal cock-tease. Ever since searing her way onto our
screens in 'Desperado', Salma has oozed sex appeal - has there ever
been a more blatant piece of T & A? Yet, teasingly, aside from a brief
glimpse in her debut, she has steadfastly refused to deliver the
goods. To make such capital from one's substantial assets yet never
put them properly on display is the very definition of a cock-tease;
and, if I can be said to have any political ideology, it is a
dedication to the turning of cock-teasers into cock-pleasers - what
thou reap so shall thou sow......

Her capture is easy. In London to promote the Boxing Day
opening of 'Dogma', her ego is sated by an exclusive ticket to visit
the Hellfire Club - bypassing the year long waiting list. No sooner
has she entered my club than she is greeted by the owner himself - for
a VIP tour. Indeed, she is quintessentially VIP - she will unwillingly
provide the evening's entertainment........
Although I obviously admired her impressive rack
in 'Desperado', two roles fully cemented Salma as a potential
target; 'From Dusk Til Dawn' and 'Wild Wild West'. Both genuinely
awful films - but Salma's fantastic form is only highlighted by the
dross surrounding her. In the former, she has a small, but significant
(particularly in career terms) role as a vampiric stripper. She caught
a lot of people's attention clad only in tight (not to mention rather
small) black bra and matching g-string; big titties bouncing away, arse
ripe for fucking. Indeed, since that role she has become somewhat
typecast as a stripper - in 'Dogma' her first scene involves a
schoolgirl striptease. The latter film, 'Wild Wild West', casts her
solely as the required T & A - a job she fulfils quite satisfactory.
In one scene she is dressed in a night-gown, torn at the back to reveal
her naked arse beneath - Kline and Smith were certainly not alone in
ogling that fantastic peach. However, it was the publicity pictures
for that film that really captured my imagination - repeatedly
featuring Ms Hayek in the tightest of corsets; her big tits squeezed
painfully together and pushed up almost to her chin - quite
delightful. Often, this impressive outfit was capped by the presence
of a stetson - that whole cowgirl look that I find particularly
effective on women of ethnic origin......
Needless to say, I had little difficulty in selecting Ms
Hayek's costume.........

She awakes to find herself in a cage - suspended in the centre
of a rather large auditorium (it is amazing quite how vast the
backstage catacombs of Hellfire are...). She is dressed in tight beige
hotpants and matching corset - a costume nabbed from the set of 'Wild
Wild West'. This corset is of my own design - laced with metal ribs to
ensure maximum impact. At its front sits a dial - the turn of which
causes the metal ribs to contract, which, in turn, forces the bodice to
do likewise. I was keen to discover just how small I could force her
waist. In the end, I got it down to 20cm - almost cutting off the
circulation of blood and certainly negatively affecting her breathing -
but then it was not designed for her benefit. Her attempts to loosen
its hold are futile; the dial is worked only via a special key - safely
secured in my grasp. A jet white stetson sits atop her head - a
concession to my fetishism that the clergy were more than happy to
accept. The caged imprisonment of a Mexican beauty, scantily dressed,
showing off her bountiful T &A, and wearing a stetson like a cheap
cowgirl, seems to appeal to their red-neck roots. They intend to have
fun with their Mexican pet.......
Naturally, once she is caged, I remove my influence over her
mind. So she finds herself caged in a darkened auditorium - the light
illuminating her captivity but neglecting to allow her clear sighting
of her captors. All she can see is a ring of men sitting all around
her; obscured by shadow. My clients want her to be scared - they
relish her fear. After trying in vain to budge the bars, Salma shows
her fiery Mexican spirit - tearing the stetson from her head. Tut
tut. Before she has even cast it to the floor, her petulance is
punished. An electric shock is conducted through the metal. We let
her spasm for a few seconds before cutting the current. Lets see if
she's learnt her lesson.......

"Put the hat back on."

Salma cannot see the speaker, but, stung by the shock, she
hurriedly complies. What a good little bitch. If she continues to be
obedient little pet, she'll be rewarded with a nice big juicy
bone.......

"W-what d-do you want-t with m-me....?"

Salma's voice is stripped of her normal confidence - fire has
given way to fear. At this point, a spokesman steps into the light.
It is quite safe - he like the rest of us gathered in a circle around
Salma's position, wears long flowing robes, with a Renaissance style
mask obscuring his features. Not that there is any worry with regard
to Ms Hayek - I can wipe her memory in an instant - our reservation is
due to the broadcasting of this event live on Mexican TV. This is not
simply the humiliation / degradation of a celebrity; it is a lesson for
an entire nation. By the time my employers are finished the message
will be conveyed loud and clear - know your place.......

"Salma Hayek." The voice is fed through an enhancer, stripping
it of personality and giving it an ethereal quality - the voice of
God. "You have been judged guilty of sacrilege - betraying your faith
in pursuit of money. You have attempted to cast yourself as a false
idol. You have sinned. You must be punished." The voice is cold,
emotionless. Inhuman. Totally bereft of mercy. "You must be purged."

By now, poor Salma is scared shitless. For all her bluster, at
heart she is a simple Mexican peasant - it seems that the Church have
read her all too well. Still, not to worry. Shortly, the mental
anguish will dull with the realisation of actual physical pain.......

She is taken from the cage by three similarly robed figures
and, despite her impotent attempts to struggle, is fastened to a number
chains suspended from the ceiling. As she is taken from the cage, she
gets a better sighting of her surroundings - it has every appearance of
a medieval torture chamber; a scene straight from the Inquisition.
Futilely struggling, Salma is promptly secured with the chains -
clamped to her wrists, ankles and neck. Thrash though she might, she
is now quite helpless - the chains hold fast. Indeed, via a series of
levers, Salma's position can be adjusted by her captors at will -
exposing whatever region of her form they take a fancy to......
One of the robbed figures steps forward with a small blade in
his hands. Having presented the knife to the terrified Salma, he
proceeds to swiftly (and not to mention brutally) slice away the
material covering her fabulous form. In moments, Salma is completely
nude - a sight that, until now, has been cruelly denied to the paying
cinema goer. Well, now her naked body is being beamed to millions of
homes - going out live on Mexican TV. One of my clients takes a hand
held vid camera and circles her writhing form - taking great care to
catch every curve and contour. Judging by the pictures beamed up on
the big screen, he is particularly interested in the dark curls that
form a triangle between her legs........

Nice though her protests are, Salma's voice will eventually
grate - so, to stop this possibility, we quickly secure a dildo gag;
pushed in just deep enough to choke her, before being secured with a
strap behind her head. Next a pair of small weights are produced -
although, tellingly, no nipple clamps are to be seen. Instead, one of
our caped clergy steps forward with a rather suspicious needle. Get
ready for an instance of amateur piercing. Even through the gag,
Salma's screams are nicely audible........

An hour later, Salma's body is tiring. The chains hold her
arms outstretched - an image of a crucifixion - while her feet just
barely touch the ground; denying her a pressure release. Rings have
been placed through her nipples, through which the weights have been
placed. These drag her tits down to their full length, increasing the
strain on her back. It obviously hurts, but she no longer moans - a
combination of tiredness and the knowledge that her cries will do no
good. Thus, aside from an amount of laboured breathing, she has fallen
silent behind her fetchingly fitting gag......
However, the fun has barely begun yet. A message is spoken
directly to the camera - an address made straight to the Mexican people
as a whole. A message that holds Ms Hayek up as an example for all
disobedient peasants. Then, having delivered this sermon, they set
about humiliating their prey in earnest.....
First, they shave her - both head and cunt. Shave her bald.
All of those beautiful locks - her pride and joy, the source of much of
her formidable vanity - have been lost. The result is startling -
although not entirely unerotic. It is a humiliation too far for the oh
so proud Salma; tears begin to flow uncontrollably from her eyes - I do
believe she is suffering a nervous breakdown.......
It is at this point that the poker is produced.........
The poker is heated the old-fashioned way - in an open fire.
This is a slow process; allowing Salma ample time to dwell on her
fate. Indeed, the heating is just preparation - once ready, the
instrument is applied. This is excruciatingly slow - heat, apply, then
heat again. However, the tedium is relieved by Salma's screams -
always an amusing distraction. By the time our artist has finished,
his masterpiece is fully on display to the Mexican nation (and the
watching world on the Web). Salma has been branded; the word's 'SLUT
WHORE' have been seared across her chest.
Tears flow relentlessly from her eyes - her humiliation is
absolute. The arrogant, haughty bitch has been broken. Indeed, she is
so distraught that she fails to notice when the poker is placed on the
fire once again. This time it is not to be used for writing. Any
guesses where it's going........?

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