Message-ID: <18814eli$9901220115@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Apollyon Beelzebub" Subject: starfuck; Michelle Yeoh Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990103183750.1017.qmail@hotmail.com> 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. Mind control / hypnosis is just a fantasy. 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..... Comments and suggestions for future stories always welcome! abeelzebub@hotmail.com Starfuck: Michelle Yeoh by Mephistopheles MC, MF, CELEB Just a brief one. Just watched 'Tomorrow Never Dies'. If you haven't yet seen it, I suggest you do - this story is very much inspired by the sight of Ms Yeoh in that tight catsuit......... The alarm sound discreetly. No huge siren, just a subtle but consistent ringing - something akin to a telephone. I turn to the monitors. Michelle Yeoh has arrived. Multiple camera positions allow me to see her clearly - though she, of course, remains ignorant of this fact. A vocal command makes a camera zoom in, allowing me to admire her physique. Naturally, she is wearing the very same catsuit employed so memorably in 'Tomorrow Never Dies'. I obtain a close up of her chest, rhythmically rising and falling, as she stealthily tracks her way into the heart of my club. Ms Yeoh fell into my hands several days ago. It was ridiculously simple to arrange a meeting. Although a star in Hong Kong, Michelle was keen to extend her popularity into the West; hence her decision to assume the mantle of Bond Girl. However, she had yet to accept a role with which to follow 'Tomorrow Never Dies', and thus jumped at the chance to meet a producer of my 'reputation'. Having made contact, I reluctantly put off the opportunity to know Ms Yeoh altogether more intimately; preferring instead to participate in a spot of role-play. Michelle Yeoh's personality was submerged in favour of her character from 'Tomorrow Never Dies' - Wai Lin, an operative of the People's External Security Force. Wai Lin was not the typical Bond Girl. Yes, she was still glamorous and sexy, but she was also wilful, independent, and spirited. This was a babe who had everything; martial arts, sassiness, a wet t-shirt, an acid tongue, arched eyebrows, a tight catsuit........ Although the traditional Bond Girl has unmistakable appeal, women such as Wai Lin are so much satisfactory targets for my particular talent - to break her to my will is a rare and delicious treat. Artificial memories were implanted into Wai Lin's mind, memories that instructed her that her next mission was to penetrate the fashionable club 'Beelzebub', and obtain a computer disk held by the club's proprietor. Thus, I watch her progress as she approaches my office, completely unaware that she is being led into a trap. Nobody restricts her advance. She is in an unused section of the club, and, even if she were to be confronted with one of my employees, I have given strict orders that she is to be allowed to pass. As she reaches my door, I remain seated. She enters, glances about quickly to ensure that she is alone, and moves to the console. My chair is brushed aside casually, my presence goes unnoticed. She cannot see me. I have hidden my image from her mind. As she crouches down to scour the contents of my desk, I hit her with the electric cattle-prod. She is immediately stunned into unconsciousness........ When she recovers, Wai Lin finds herself suspended in a cage from the ceiling. The cage is just large enough for basic movement, but is far from comfortable. Needless to say, comfort will not be high on the agenda for her stay. Over the next few days, I entertain myself. She is only released from captivity to be cleaned (by two female servants I procured for such circumstances), or, if the mood takes me, to be tortured. This latter option chiefly consists of my handcuffing her to the bed and attaching electrodes to her nipples. Whenever she moves, she receives a light electric shock - just enough to hurt. Hence, she naturally attempts to remain entirely motionless, a task hindered by my insistence on strapping a vibrator into her cunt. Whenever she writhes, she gets shocked. Imagine what this treatment does to her psyche. I don't actually fuck her, though her cage is positioned over my bed, ensuring that she must watch while I masturbate over her helplessness. She has no option but to watch. In this manner, I belittle her self-esteem, reducing her from person to object. Of course, this could all be done far easier. I could alter her mind immediately by means of my talent of 'persuasion'; but, I find it rather more entertaining to make this a slow process. Using a combination of mental manipulation and physical degradation, I intend to gradually strip her of her civilisation. She believes she is being tortured for information. Little does she realise, I am just intent upon slowly breaking her. My ambition is not merely to make her subject to my will, but to remove her awareness of her humanity completely. I don't want a slave. I want a pet........ After nearly a week of this two pronged assault, her independent will is broken. She is finally ready to fuck. I pull her from the cage, and push my tongue into her mouth. She responds eagerly, her body pressing firmly up against mine; her desires now explicitly linked to my own. However, eager as she may be, I am not quite done degrading her yet. This time verbal humiliation; "Do you want me to fuck you, Wai Lin?" "Yes." Her voice is hoarse, a barely audible whisper, a vocal representation of her bowed head. "Master." "Beg me." For the next ten minutes, I force Wai Lin to beg, plead, and pray for me to fuck her. Not just in the pussy. She begs to be fucked in the mouth, the arse, the tits - she pleads for me to stick my big, hot cock into her, into any orifice I so choose. Finally, I have her strip off the catsuit, exposing her complete nakedness beneath. Her firm breasts (I have ensured that despite captivity, she maintains her fitness regime) are now on show, as is her triangle of wavy black hair. She climbs onto her hands and knees, as I push my cock into her. We fuck doggy-style. She moans, grunts, and screams as I pound her. Before I come, I pull out of her cunt and thrust deep into her throat. After I have finished fucking her, I fasten a collar around her neck and connect it to a leash - the only clothing she is permitted. She can no longer speak; her only method of communication being either a growl or a purr. From now on, the woman who was Michelle Yeoh no longer has a name. She is simply known as my pet. Yet, despite this, somewhere deep in the recesses of her mind, she remains aware of what I have done to her. Imagine the frustration; to know you have been stripped of every vestige of humanity......... -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----