2 comments/ 5918 views/ 4 favorites Hollywood's Kittens Gone Astray Ch. 00 By: TwistedinU The year was 1932. The Great Depression was in full swing. In every city across America it was hard times. Gangsters popped up every where trying to make a name for themselves. My great, great, grandmother, Lilleth, led the gifted life. Other family members, older kinfolk, would say this in whispers. Mostly, at family gatherings that included alcohol, which was all of them! Lilleth or Lilly as she preferred to be called, was running through the Chicago back alleys, as fast as her agile legs would take her. Behind Lilly was one lone figure of a man chasing after her, silently. In 1932, great, great, grandma Lilly was a mere 22 years old. She was a street wise hood rat, using her "gifts" to come up off the streets, for good. She had the gift to talk people into doing her bidding. The gift was only in its infancy as far as power goes. It would grow stronger every year that she managed to survive. She was drawn to the men who had the money. Mobsters, had alot of money. Lilly had looks to kill for, a desire for the good life, and a gift for gab. It was the perfect union. Lilly had carved out a perfect niche within Capone's organized crime syndicate. She was one of Capone's bedtime girls, and she was happy with that arrangement, as it came with her very own Suite at a posh, upscale hotel. Lilly had stayed as one of Capone's most treasured guests, for over 2 years now. It was as Lilly had suggested, although, Capone would have probably done it without hypnotic suggestion. Lilleth had plotted and set course on an irreversible path of destruction. While rubbing elbows and sucking cocks, of upper echelon men in power, she made a few enemies along the way. She lured the mayor away from his wife for a weekend, and broke in the chief of police's soD. She had lured the men for the St. Valentines day Massacre, to their morbid ending, with promises of a gangbang, and the naked Lilly laughing, when they became human swiss cheese. Al Capone was the jealous type and he didn't appreciate Lilly's running around Chicago, giving up her freaky nature to other men. With all the safeguard suggestions she had given Capone to not harm her, the conniving bastard had found a way to thwart her existence completely. A deaf assassin was called in to handle the Lilly issue. Someone on whom her power of suggestion was totally useless against. So, she found herself running through the back alleys of Chicago, breathless, and the mystery man gaining ground on her with every step. When the man finally grabbed a hand full of Lilly's hair, he yanked her backwards hard, and stopped her long winded chase in an instant. Lilly screamed, in pain and fear, as the deaf man swiftly bound her hands and feet together and stuffed her mouth with a gag. He carried the trembling young lady all the way back to her hotel room, where Capone and several of his inner circle were waiting impatiently. Lilly was thrown onto the bed roughly, and stripped of her clothes even less gently. The assassin only watched, yet didn't partake, while Capone and company proceeded to rape and humiliate Lilly. Most of them had been instructed to never harm Lilly, but that hadn't included the command to not weild their sausages with ferocity. Lilly sucked and fucked for hours, hoping he would show her some mercy. As they all exited the room except for Lilly and her captor, Capone made a fatal mistake. He granted her whatever last words she wished to speak after he left the room. Leaving an envelope filled to overstuffing, with large denominated bills, Capone left his sweet Lilly there to die alone and covered in men's jism. The assassin let the gag out and motioned Lilly to speak her dying words. "With every last breathe, I, Lilleth curse you and your ancestors to a life of imprisonment, disease, darkness, and death! I call upon the beings wherever they are, that gave to me this gift, to let vengeance be mine. If not today, then grant me my dying wish in generations to come, and I will give to you my soul for etertinity. Let there be one born, with my powers already at their full height, and a lust for vengeance, to be judge, jury, and executioner upon Capone's future lineage." Said Lilly in her final speech. She watched as the assassin raised the cold hard steel to level with her head. She closed her eyes and waited for the ancestor who would come to finally avenge her wrongful and untimely demise. Four generations would pass until i was born, and another 18 years to the day after that, until Lilleth's final demand and wishes would begin to come to fruition. Hollywood's Kittens Gone Astray Ch. 01 So this is my fantastical version of what happened to me at age 18, and how I took serious advantage of it. My life as a wandering high school kid with no real clique to fit in, ended on my 18th birthday. It was halfway through my senior year. I awoke that fateful morn and hopped in the shower just like the morning before, yet I noticed something strangely different. My lifelong friend (my penis) had pretty much doubled in size and girth. My jaw dropped, my dick twitched, and I almost fainted right there. I held on to the sides of the shower until I was sure I wasn't going to black out. Then my hand shot down to grab what was almost a 10", round like a little can of tomato paste, behemoth coming to life in just a few strokes. Holy shit it's beautiful I breathed to no one. I leaned my head back, and starting jerking myself off to Katy Perry. In no time I started running thick powerful squirts of semen across the shower and that's when I noticed my balls had doubled in size too. Insanely happy with my new bulge...I trotted off to school...completely still unaware that I'm not done with changing things. It started off slow in first, second, and third period. I started to notice that any student, faculty, or random passerby would stop when I talked to them and then hurry off to do as I suggested. Becky, in first period, sharpened my pencil for me when she got up to sharpen hers and I jokingly asked her to sharpen mine...she did. When the class bully in second period started razzing the nerd...he stopped when I told him to shut it up because some of us were trying to learn. Third period, Ms. Jenkins, a semi young hot and sexy lil teacher started erasing my grades in her grade book and changing them all to A+ when I told her it would help me tremendously if she would just go ahead and pass me with flying colors. I knew I had to be going insane...there is no way that people are doing exactly as I tell them to do, with just the sound of my voice. I've never been heard in school, life, or anything else, and now alla sudden I'm commander in Chief? Well with the bulge in front of my pants I felt like I was talking softly, and carrying a big stick. I got home after school that day and thought; I better test this theory out with something crazy so I can put my troubled mind at ease. My mom was upstairs doing laundry, my older sister and one of her college friends were talking boys talk in her room, and the neighbor from across the street and her super-hot daughter were in the kitchen chatting idly about tomorrow's block wide yard sale. I came into the kitchen and jumped up backwards to sit on the kitchen island facing Amanda, the mom, and Sarah, her daughter. Sarah was also a senior at my school. "I would like your ladies help on something," I asked both of them. "So please come to me both of you, put one hand on my leg, and stop talking until I say start talking again," I continued on. In total shock of my current status and not expecting much from this interchange, I sat there in awe and wanderlust. When both girls took two steps to me and each woman placed a hand upon my now trembling legs. "I want you to continue running your hand up my thigh and feel for my cock. And then you are going to do the same thing Sarah," I barely whispered the command without my voice cracking! "Then you both are going to guess what size my dick is. The winner who guesses the closest to the actual size, gets a door prize," I exclaimed with a smile on my face. Amanda let out a small whistle and licked her lips as she sized me up. Sarah looked away embarrassed, as she sized up my manhood with her hands. I looked around all sides and still no interruption so I pushed on. They both guessed and Amanda, the mom, was almost dead on with her guess. Sarah, however, didn't guess as accurately. "Sarah, I would like for you to open the drawer closest to you and pull out the ruler," I commanded her to do so now. "Amanda, come free my one eyed monster from its cage please," I asked of her politely. Amanda zipped down my jeans and flopped my fully engorged member out into the open. A weird moment of silence descended on us as we all stared at it like an out of place hood ornament. "Sarah, please read the ruler aloud and let our audience know its true size," I said to Sarah. She placed the ruler up to my cock and read the measurement in a voice barely audible. "9 and a half inches," Sarah said with a beet red face. As I had not told her what to do after that she did what came naturally, shied away from an uncomfortable situation. "What is door prize number three," asked Amanda in a sultry voice? I had completely forgotten about that. Back to reality. I focused. "You may kiss this newfound toy as you haven't yet been able to tear your eyes away from it anyway," I told Amanda. "Just watch Sarah," I said softly. We both watched her mom lean down and kiss the top of my mushroom head. I would later learn from my experiences, that she kissed it with lust and desire. She kept kissing it and starting to take it into her mouth when all of a sudden! Busted!! My mom came around the corner to get a complete eyeful of the scene that had unfolded in the kitchen. She gasped horribly loud and managed to stammer out these words. "What in the name of mercy is going on here," my mom asked of all of us? To which my reply was a shrinking cock and two embarrassed neighbors bee lining for the front door saying we are sorry, she was sorry, she didn't know what had come over her, and so on and so forth. I was fumbling my cock into my pants and passing my mom, racing like NASCAR, to my room. Sometime later there was a knock on my door and my mom walked in with my Dad closely behind. Fuck I was in trouble now I thought. I tried to explain how my whole day had gone crazy and most likely my life and they just stared at me in disbelief. "What Dad, do you want me to make Amanda come back over so she can finish what she started," I asked? "No, Son. I think that you are somehow possessed by some kind of unnatural or demon like being. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave this house, as much as it breaks my heart to say so," was my mom's answer. Now I was even more shocked and embarrassed than I had made our neighbors earlier today. "Yes momma, as you wish," was all I could speak out loud. That was the beginning of the end for Yours Truly, so I packed my suitcases and drug them to the front porch, where nobody met me to bid me farewell. Lost, as most 18 yr. olds would have been, losing their home, and family, all on their birthday. I did what any normal red blooded American boy would do. I dragged my belongings across the street to Amanda and Sarah's house. I rang the doorbell once. It was after 11 pm. Sarah's dad answered the door! Oh shit I thought quickly, I hadn't remembered this wife beating douche bag but barely missed a beat walking by him and asking him nicely to grab my things and carry them up to his bedroom. I quickly told him he wasn't allowed to talk anymore tonight, make threatening moves or gestures towards anyone in the house no matter what happened...and that he would sit in the corner of the room, nose touching the wall until further instructions had been given. He set my two suitcases inside of his bedroom door and proceeded quietly to the furthest corner in the room. Amanda shot up from the pillow with a horribly sickened look upon her face. "What are you doing here? Don't you think you've caused enough discord for one day," Amanda asked me? "Obviously not, sweet cheeks! Otherwise I wouldn't be here," was my reply. I laid it out for her quickly. "My mom disowned me and booted me from my house. I came here to check on my new pet dog Rover, who is obedient to a fault, and now rests in the corner of my new bedroom. You my dear Amanda are going to finish what we started today, beginning with you crawling out of my bed on your hands and knees and bringing your sweet warm mouth up to about my waist," was how I answered her question! As she began doing as she was told a fear filled look shot towards her husband who was shaking noticeably in the corner. "Rover," I whistled, "here boy!" "You will act and behave like my pet dog and be man's best friend. Loyal, protective, playful, and not jealous or vengeful cuz dogs don't think that deeply," I told Amanda's husband. And upon that statement, Rover was all smiles and tongue wagging out. I patted his head and said, "Now go lay down in the corner and guard the room." Amanda was now kneeling at my feet, eyes gazing up at me in wonder and lust. "Fear Rover never again, for he won't hurt you or Sarah ever again, in fact he will lay down his life for his owners just as any good doggie would," was the only assurance I could give Amanda. "Begin Amanda! You already know what I want and your willing to give it me even if I don't command you, aren't you?" I asked the slutty vision of loveliness before me. "Yes, I'm willing to let you use and abuse me in any way you wish!" Amanda replied in a husky tone. Wow this is easy I said aloud and to no one at all. Amanda was already happily giving me my first real blow job and going at it like a pro. I just stared down, intent on her slurping, sliding, bobbing head, and she stared up. "Quite a mouthful eh?" I asked. She tried to answer but her jaw was wide open and her lips stretched tightly around my cock. I grabbed her hair into a ponytail and slowly started fucking her mouth, then her throat. I experimented for a couple hours, her teaching me things, me trying new things. Her jaw was finally giving into soreness when she asked sweetly if I would finish so she could maybe do something else. I looked down at her flushed face, wet lips, eager mouth, and pulled her to the side of my bed. I placed the back of her head against the bed so she couldn't go anywhere. "So, you want me to finish? You want to taste my cum?" I inquired of Amanda. She started to say yes but I jammed my dick in her mouth and started pumping. I took her mouth roughly, and without mercy. I fucked her face until she saw stars and almost blacked out. "Here it comes Amanda so you better not miss a single drop otherwise I'm going to ground you." I explained. White hot jism exploded into her throat with such force it almost drowned her. I backed off enough for her to swallow all eight spurts of juice, and then for good measure I pulled the last shot out and sprayed her face. I smiled down wickedly "Hey babe, you missed a drop!" I stated jokingly. She frowned hoping it was a joke cuz I did it on purpose. "You're grounded for disobeying Amanda," I stated flatly. "I will figure out your punishment in the morning, meanwhile we are going to catch some zzzzs and you're going to sleep down by my cock. It will stay in your mouth the rest of the night." She did as she was told...we both drifted off and awoke with the sunrise to the sound of Rover barking to be let out back to go potty. Hollywood's Kittens Gone Astray Ch. 02 After leaving my childhood home forcefully, and making a pitstop across the street to turn Amanda into my personal cocksucker, and her husband into my my dog Rover... I decided it was time to leave this shitstand of a town and head to none other than Hollywood. I just had to see if famous celebrities were just as easily influenced as normal folk were. I convinced the pretty little stewardess to sneak me on board the airplane and hide me until we got to California. She gladly did, while letting me feel up her boobs, giving me her panties for a keepsake, letting me record her sweet mouth sucking hungrily on my snausage from my smart phone, and then sending her soon to be x boyfriend the video of her conquering her fear of getting into the mile high club, with or without him, by about mid trip. I let her go serve the passengers...messed up hair, smeared lipstick, and a definite I've just been fucked really hard grin plastered to her face and within the hour she was back in the cargo hold sucking my ballsack, begging to be fucked again, and just being my all around high altitude whore. We landed and she gave me her number and said anytime, anyplace, anything you need, just call me. I opened her mouth for her slightly and folded up her number on the piece of paper and told her to chew it up and swallow it whole like the load I dropped down her esophagus earlier. Her face fell from a bright ray of sunshine, into a black hole of sadness and loss. I told her it was only dick anyway...she should maybe reconcile with her fiancee and left her ass with that thought.....and pantiless. I stepped off the plane and into the land of suntan oil, movie stars, and endless fantasies about whom to turn out first. It wasn't very hard to get into the Taylor Swift concert, after all. Not after security found out I was her cousin(wink wink) and doing a surprise visit, and so they escorted me into her personal dressing room. As the door closed, I picked up the scent of all her hair and makeup and stage products and it almost made me gag. Jeez the lengths stars go through to entertain their fans. If the poor sweet star only knew how hard she was going to have to work to please her number one fan and cousin(lmao)! I listened to the sounds of her vocal chords belting out her famous teen angst problems, dating disasters, and her miserable take on the good boys vs the bad boy choices she usually made while picking a mate for the month. I imagined Taylor using those vocal cords to scream through an orgasm riding my dick like a midnight ponyexpress cowgirl type. I must have dozed off in her chair for awhile dreaming about things because when she entered her dressing room and stopped short we both noticed my cock trying to break free of its denim prison. She was dazzling, sparkling, glittery, and all smiles. "How did you make it into my personal dressing room on some fake ass cousin story," Taylor asked point blank. "And who are you? And how can I help you, to hurry you along with whatever it is you wanted from me?" she also asked. I came to reality with a crashing thunder of blood rushing through my ears, my head, and my already hardened like morning wood member standing at attention. "And what, praytell, are you going to do with that weapon sticking out the front of your drawers and pushing the fabric so tight I'm thinking it was wedging your jeans into your buttcheeks? Like a self wedgie. Well Mister don't have a lot to say....are you going to unzip the back of my costume so I can start to get out of my stage dress?" Taylor asked the fourth unanswered question of me. I couldn't believe I hadn't said anything to Taylor yet and just stood mesmerized by an angel....you would have thought she was shoving her dick down my throat as quiet as I was...and man was I gonna be upset if she had a dick! I fumbled with the zipper on her back and she shedded one complete layer of clothes onto the floor, kicked off her shoes, and walked over to her phone to check for messages. She let out a disgusted ugh sound and said to herself, quit texting me dickhead, before I write a song about how sad and pathetic a couple we would have made, followed by a hi sis, don't love you, can't stand you, and made a puking motion on the last person to text her, exclaiming that she had broken up with her cheating boyfriend, because she wasn't ready to give it up to him. "Go screw Lindsay Lohan then champ....so I can name y'all the tramp and the champ!" she giggled hardily at her her own joke. "Why in the damn hell would your boyfriend cheat on you? Your so gorgeous, I mean how could he get better?" I finally piped in with a comment. "Cuz I don't give up my pussy to just any boyfriend," Ms. Swift replied. "seeing as how your songs aren't about your divorcing people, may I assume you haven't given it up ever?" I inquired politely. "No Peter for me until marriage," she replied with a wicked smile. I just let out a long sigh. "Why the long face!!?? Were you hoping to marry me and pull down my panties and use that baseball bat in front of your pants to satisfy me for life, til death do us part??" Taylor asked. "Yes something like that. Except we are skipping the I do and the til death do us part of your pretty little equation you have in your head," I said. "Now if your very tightly wrapped around your beliefs, Taylor, you aren't going to want to jump off a bridge if you accidentally had a little pre-marital sex are you?" I asked with my own broadening smile. "Exactly what are you talking about and who the F are you walking in here talking to me like that?" Was her retort. Her eyes narrowed to slits, taking one last look at my my two man pup tent before looking me directly in the eye. "I'm Chris, my pretty lady, and I'm going to give you some instructions now that your going to follow to the letter. So, as to make my day a happier one! Understood Blondie locks?" I wanted to know. She reached her long arm all the way back to slap me I assume. "Ms. Swift, freeze! Your every thought, action, movement, and word...just freeze!" I commanded. Her hand had started making a forward motion to reign down violence and fury, Pulp Fiction style, and she suddenly stopped. Only the fan was blowing her long wavy hair across her very angry visage. "Stop, relax, have a seat in your chair and just listen. As I have suggested, so shall you obey," I stated matter of factly. "I bet your not used to having anyone tell you what to do are you miss singer girl? Nobody tells the mighty goddess Taylor what's up without a quick lightning bolt thrown from her heavens above." I guessed. "First of all, you will repeat after me, and then do as you've repeated everyday that your around me or in my life, forever more," I said, barely whispering now. "I, Taylor, will never raise a hand or weapon or try to hurt my good cousin Chris again ever," I asked her to repeat. Her eyes fell down to the floor looking for reason or willpower to break away from her mad spiraling descent into my world. "Look up baby, into my eyes, and you will do exactly and whatever it is I tell you to do. With the best of your ability, without inhibitions, and using all of your womanly sexual prowess to please me, your Master, in whatever manner I desire," I said. Taylor repeated it verbatim....her hands were shaking badly and her tears were coming down freely. "I won't ever tell a single soul of my escapades with my hhmm, little slut, I believe is a good term. And I also won't sully your name or stardom with lewd acts of copulation popping up on the internet like wildfire," I told her reassuringly. She choked while saying Master and I made her repeat it five times. She was aware of her every surrounding. Yet helpless to do anything about it. "Taylor Swift, for the next few days, I literally and completely own you and you will be my hot little bitch in heat? Understood?" I asked of my captive. I will be your bitch in heat she stuttered and I could see all the fight leave her body for good and for ever. "Stand up my sweet, and slowly finish getting your body nekkid and then come stand before me," I said to Taylor. She slowly and sensually slid every last garment off and took four steps that were between us so as to present herself as I had told her to do. "Spread your legs apart until they are past your shoulder blades, clasp your hands together behind your head, chest out, back straight, and look down at my feet while I see what door prize I've won," I authoritatively told Taylor. Ms. Swift quickly obliged. She had turned her pale body into a shade of red colored embarrassment. She was defeated, she knew it, and I knew it. Her perky little tits were standing at attention much as my cock was earlier. I pinched, caressed, and then kissed each of her nipples tenderly. Almost lovingly. With fan like adoration did I worship this statue of Venus in front of me, but couldn't ever let her be aware of it, lest she use it to her advantage to outsmart me. Damn you God for giving me only enough blood to run one head at a time I thought to myself. "Taylor,drop to your knees baby and open that beautiful mouth of yours, stick out your tongue and hold it there until further notic," was my next command to her. As she was obeying her last instruction, I took a moment to free my monster from its cage. Her eyes went wide with horror and fascination. But yet she stayed still, just as instructed. "Taylor, have you ever played with any dicks before?" I asked. She shook her head yes. "But only as a tease to your boyfriend at the time huh?" I wondered. And again she nodded yes. "Have your little boyfriends ever whipped something like this out for you to play with?" I inquired. "No," was her simple answer. And my hand darted out so fast and slapped her cheek and said "No, what Taylor?" "No....M...Master...." She stuttered, stunned. I could smell the sweet juices of her pussy rising through the air like a wall of a human orgy building block contest. "How does looking at my cock make you feel, Taylor?" I asked again. "Naughty, horny, curious, disgusted, and it makes me feel. like, I want to please you and be a good little slut for you!" She said in a sultry voice. "Holy shit!" she whispered aloud, "Did I just say that?" "Yes you did," I reassured her, "Say it again, just the last part." By the fourth time repeating it, her voice could no longer be made out intelligently. Mainly, because I had shoved my cock far enough into her mouth and now came the rest of the meatstick. She licked, sucked, swirled her tongue, and bobbed her head in a manner of lust that I had yet to see in a woman. She was gobbling my dick like a thanksgiving Turkey. It seemed as if I had unblocked the side of Taylor that was the not so sweet, innocent girl being pile driven to the mat with a ten inch stake that was piercing her head and face like a crazy lust driven whore. I was loving it more than life itself. And it seemed as if she was OK with it to. I stopped her for a moment so I didn't blow my load. "And with this ring, I thee Wed, one awesome chick with the most beautiful mouth I've ever seen. Now please place the cock ring at the base of your masters cock," i said with renewed confidence. She worked it gently down to the base and then looked up. "You may now kiss the groom," I said. And as she opened her mouth up again I grabbed the back of her head and told her to hold her breath and practice this technique awhile. It was the ancient art of deepthroating, and with every thrust I watched her throat puff out from having cock lodged into it way to deep. We kept up practice until she could easily touch her nose to my belly. I played one dick, two dick, red lip,blue lip. That was my version of making her hold her breath as long as she could until right before she was gonna black out. After an hour of her on her knees letting me basically rape her mouth and sweet throat, I rolled the cock ring back off the base and told her to prepare for the last coming. "Have you ever tasted cum before?" I asked. "Not yet," was her awesome reply. "Good answer my pretty little slut," I said. She drew back as if I had slapped her face again. Oh that's right, princess Taylor is used to be being treated like the world bowed down at the point of her finger. Now it was just the opposite. She was bent under my thumb, squirming like a fish on a hook, and then all of a sudden it erupted! It went everywhere. I sprayed her face, eyes ,hair, mouth, tongue, neck, and shoulders. Cum started dripping off her nose, her tits, and her hair. She swallowed what had landed in her mouth. I let her sit there a moment longer, snapping a picture on my phone. "Start by taking your finger and wiping your body clean. Then lick it clean with your tongue," I told Taylor. With every fingerful of gooey goodness she actually starting smiling a little more. The last two scoops I made her keep it in her mouth, swish it around, gargle it, and then before swallowing it I used my finger to paint over her lip gloss with man juices. "Now, let it dry," I commanded, "And then meet me on your tour bus. I have a surprise for your little ass hole that your not going to enjoy much, but its a necessary evil so that you don't get injured later, when i take your cherry ass and pop its virginity!" "Yes, master," was Ms. Swifts only reply. Hollywood's Kittens Gone Astray Ch. 03 Oh me oh my how does the time fly. There were a few more singers and starlets between Taylor Swift, and my next victims of honor. In the end of our last segment I had forgotten to mention my parting gift from Ms. Swift....a million dollars in cold hard dinero. I had ended up staying with Taylor for three weeks, mainly because it took me that long and that many butt plugs in ever increasing sizes, in order for me to be able to fuck her sweet asshole with my near ten inch sword(made from 100% beef), without ripping her to shreds and causing plastic surgeons headaches reconstructing such a perfect circle(4 my Tool fans). I mean, what I did with my time wasn't constructive, taking away peoples free will and leashing them like a senseless fuck toy, but I am not mean, or out to destruct someone's life(and/or orifices). Taylor spent the last two days of our journey together with either my dick, someone else's dick, or the last night where I had her completely masked and hidden from view so I could strut her thru some freakfest party, where more than twenty dicks went digging for gold in her mudslide. If they had known who's ass they were fucking, I probly could have made a million that way. But I digress... It took me about a week to catch up with her in public, while walking "our" dogs. People and their routines, so easy to track, so easy to plan. Today, her and her boyfriend were walking Frenchie or whatever his name is. Oblivious, the limo eased passed the walking duo and came to a stop. I rolled the window down and waited for the two to walk past. "Ms. Kristen Bell, may I have your autograph please?" I asked from inside the limo, "I'm such a huge fan of your work and I'd be so honored if you would take a second out of your day to make a fan of yours, feel like a winner today." She smiled her gorgeous chesire cat grin and started for the window which had my Sharpie extended from hand out for her to grab. Her boyfriend sighed a loud sigh and gave a look of disgust in my direction as he held the little ratdog at bay. "What would you like it to say sweetie?" Kristen asked. "I would like these words written and signed on the bottom line," I said. I paused a little for effect and lowered my voice a few octaves. "I'm going to give it everything I got, to be the best at it that I can be...your soon to be naked slut, Kristen Bell," is what I asked her to autograph. Although her hand kept writing what I told her to write she looked up at me, her jaw dropped, and she stared in disbelief at me. I guess she was expecting to hear and write something a little different. "You have five seconds to decide if your boyfriend comes with you or not when you get into my limo. You would be an amazingly thoughtful person if you let him take the dog home and not have to witness this part of your life that's about to happen. Or, you can scar the poor dude for life and tell him to get in with you. Now when the limo door opens I want you to hop on in here and have a seat across from me," as I explained to her the options. "5...4...3...2...," I counted down for Kristen. The door opened and Ms. Bell was stepping into the limo already. "Did you want Rover there to join you in here or go home?" I asked Kristen for a final time. "I want him with me please, and I don't know how the fuck I'm even sitting in here," the desperation was already setting into her voice. "Poor choice," I start to explain why, "You see Ms. Bell, my voice is hypnotic. It compels anybody to do whatever it is I tell them to do." "In this particular instance, its got control of you and your boyfriend, and now we are going to go get well acquainted, you and I," I explained calmly. I yelled at the boyfriend to drop the leash, and come sit in the limo next to me. "Heres how this is going to play out, you two. Boyfriend, you are going to be a statue. No moving, no talking, you can breath, and you can look. Got it chump?" I asked her man. He couldn't answer because of the limitations i put on his movement. "Kristen, you will forget about your boyfriend and concentrate on me and whatever task I have for you at the time. You will be completely docile, no threatening moves or gestures towards me ever, not a word of this time we spend together will ever be breathed about again. Not even between you and your boyfriend here. How you guys cope with it after all is said and done, well that will probably heavily rely on a good therapist, and lots of couch sessions. I wouldn't personally wish to be with you as a boyfriend after he witnesses this upcoming week or two. Every thing you do, every action you make, you will do it sexily, and with all your Kristen Bell smiles and charm. You will never try to escape or call for help, or otherwise jeapordize our time together. You want to complete every task I give you with zest, sex appeal, allure...hell go for broke and dazzle me with how well you can behave and follow my direction. Relax your body and mind I'm not here to hurt you, in fact we are going to be pleasing each other...deeply...and a lot, understood?" I asked Kristen. "Yes," she whispered. Her gazing blue eyes were teary and pleading as she looked like a rat trapped in a cage. "Yes, what?" I asked. "Yes I'll be good and do whatever you ask of me," replied Kristen. Like a bolt of lightning I shot across the space between Kristen and I and left a stinging hand slap across her face. "Repeat after me gorgeous. Yes Master," I commanded. She said it another five times. OK now that we have all the pleasant formalities out of the way. I tapped the window and the driver pulled the limo out. "Kristen, now I want you to take off all of your clothes, and yes I mean everything and fold them neatly and place them on my lap..now!" I demanded of my new slave girl. She jumped into action and slid her shirt and bra off, panties and shorts, socks and shoes and put them in my lap. I opened the sun roof and threw the pile out onto the sidewalk. Kristen gasped in horror. "What, you won't be needing those for awhile. Your my prize catch and I want to enjoy your heavenly nakedness and appreciate what a fine package the big guy above put together for us to use and abuse. I mean chain up and whip! Aw, fuck it Bell. Your hot, you know it, now, sit back and relax and get comfortable. You wanted your boyfriend here so show him what he is about to miss out on," I told Kristen. "Now keep your knees spread apart. You must not ever close your legs completely in my presence. Your pussy is mine and I want full viewing access, 24/7, whether I need it or not," were the next instructions to come out of my mouth. I glance over at the statue of her BF and he kinda has a hard on poking up his pants. "You might think about trying to find someone to take care of that problem, buddy. I'd ask Kristen, but you know she's going to be busy. Hands full, mouthful, ass full, pussy stuffed," I smile a shit eating grin and pat him on the head as i console the innocent bystander sitting next to me. "Don't worry, you may not even want her after I'm done fucking her soul out of her!" I taunted her boyfriend kind of cruelly. "Hands behind head, slut girl. Chest out, back straight. It's time I examine your star like qualities more intimately," I said to Kristen. I knelt down on the limo floor and put my head up to her spread eagled knees. I ran my tongue up her inner thigh as it led towards her sexpot. I darted my tongue into her pussy and out several times, just to get a taste. Kristen's dazzling pussy tasted like a drop of a rainbow had made its home up in there, and I licked at it like a slice of heavenly pie. I placed my hand around her ankle and started lifting it up and to the roofline of the limo. I slid a secret compartment open and a shiny silver anklet with the same colored chain fell loosely out. I placed her ankle within the restraint and clicked the cold metal shut with a finality she couldn't mistake. I repeated the process with her other ankle, effectively spreading her legs open for me. I reached under the seat and pulled out a nice rubber ball gag. I placed it around Kristen's head, and firmly forced her mouth open and then closed down on the gag again. Tears were streaming down her sexy visage and her head was rocking back and forth in a no, no, no, this isn't happening to me manner. "Kristen, you know this is going to hurt you way more than it is me, but, feel free to scream and beg through the gag all you wish," I stated flatly. I pulled a riding crop from under the seat, and then began to lay the smack down upon Ms. Bell. Her inner thighs, from knee to pussy, did I lay the crop across with a resounding "crack." Up one side, then down the other, and back again. Now I was getting engorged, watching my captive scream, squirm, and take a little more punishment. I did this because it pleased me, not because Kristen had done wrong or performed poorly. I just wanted to break in my champion Thoroughbred, was all it really came down to. I went up and down each side five times, increasing the force with every pass. Kristen's inner legs had turned a bright red. After pass 3, she settled down into the pain a bit. After pass 5, I could smell her pussy juices. I think she was pleading with me for mercy through the gag. I undid the leg restraints and loosened the ball gag. Kristen flopped onto the floor and grabbed my legs, burying her face in my lap. "Please, please, no more! I will be a good girl and do what is asked if me. Please, sir! Show mercy and no more crop," cried Ms.Bell through her tear stained cheeks. "You are a Hollywood starlet Kristen. Are you telling me your whipped enough to be cowering before some common fan like a gutter slut?" I asked Kristen. "I'll be your gutter slut, please, I'm a good girl! Try me! Just please put that thing away," she was pleading. "I'll put it away, but first, I want you to kiss it," I said. As I whipped the crop up near her face, she reacted by wincing backward. She let go of blocking her face and lowered her lips to give it a pouty kiss. I left it up and she locked eyes with me. My expression was unwaivering. Her eyes dropped to the floor and she started kissing, licking, and eventually giving the tip of the crop a psuedo blow job. "Hey boy friend," I taunted, "Did you know your fiancee was going to flip the script like that?" "Well, she is a super talented actress," he said of Kristen. "And now she belongs to me. You witnessed it. It turned you on completely to watch me make her beg, didn't it," I asked her boyfriend? "Y-y-yes," he whispered, embarrassed and face turning red. I grabbed a hand full of Kristen's blond locks, and gently pulled her to her man's lap. I told her she was going to suck her boyfriends dick until the limo pulled up to her house. She obliged. He was very close to blowing his wad into my sluts mouth. I yanked her head backward off his cock, once again, using her hair as reigns. "I didn't say bring him to orgasm, did I, Kristen?" I asked with an edge to my voice. "No, sir," she said, "I'm sorry,sir!" The limo gently stopped. The bulky driver got out and opened our back door for us. "Hey, bud," I said, "Exit, stsge left!" I pointed outward to her boyfriend, motioning him to get out and go into their mutual home. He exited and slowly started walking up the driveway toward the gate code box. He turned to look back one last time, and probably wished he hadn't. The only thing he saw was Kristen's head bobbing up and down furiously. I reached down and held the window button, and rolled up the limo tinted windows. "What's that your saying, Kristen," I asked of her? "Your mouth is full, beautiful, and that is a rude gesture, that will most likely require some time from our friend, the crop," I had to say it. Just to make her remember her place. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and flipped the camera on. We started taking naughty photos where you could clearly see Kristen Bells face, being impaled by a huge cock. I posed her for about fifteen different ones. Some with her cheeks stretched out, and others with her nose and face up against my torso. I even had a black Sharpie that I had bought for this occasion. I wrote property of: Chris: snapped a pic. Cum guzzling road whore as a tramp stamp: snapped a pic. I finally let her finish my blowjob and letting me cum. I erupted jism like ocean waves into her waiting, open, mouth. She gulped and gulped not spilling a drop anywhere. I was proud of her mouth and didn't hesitate to compliment her upon her fellatio giving abilities. We had a three hour drive back into the woods where in I had built my new dungeon/cabin/playground place. It was miles from civilization, and no screams would be heard by any passersby, not even remotely. The driver once again pulled up front and let us two in the back out of the vehicle. "Hey, limo dude," I said aloud to get his attention, "Take Ms. Bell here to the 2nd lower level, and there you will proceed to wash and bathe her, personally. You may let her put on her make-up and fix her hair. There are already silver anklets, bracelets, and a collar that I wish her to be presented back to me in. Before showering, I want you to put this slut on her hands and knees and fuck her pussy, only, like your fucking a famous starlet for the first time. No pics, please. Top performance Kristen!" I concluded my instructions to the driver. He picked up the naked Kristen Bell with one arm and slung her over his shoulder. He started smacking her ass with every other step. He completed a good thirty blows on her rump by the time he reached the front door. They disappeared inside into the cabin and that's when I picked up Kristen's cell phone, for the first time. I scrolled through her contact list, perusing the list of her other Hollywood kitten friends...I scrolled down until the name jumped out at me like a soccer moms libido. Keira Knightley. Oh man what a fun trip that will be. I hit the call button and she answered on the third ring. "Hi, Kristen, how are you my love," asked Keira sweetly? "Listen carefully Keira," I said, "I have a task for you to complete, before I come visiting you. I want you to do whatever research necessary, picking a procedure, picking a well renowned surgeon, and then schedule surgery through to completion." "Do you understand my lovely Keira," I asked? "I understand," she said softly, "But, surgery for what?" "Why, your breasts, silly girl. I want you to have implants done within the week. I want my new boobs to be a full C cup when I lay eyes upon them for the first time," I explained, "Your little bee stings need to be bumblebee stings!" "They will need about six weeks to heal to the point of me being able to use them," I said, and added, "No one gets to see, touch, taste, fondle, or feel them until after I have come and gone!" "I understand and will do as I'm told," she said in a cracking sexy like voice, "Who are you, and what do you want from me?" "I'm the guy your mother warned you about," I replied, "And I want to explore my darkest desires upon your innocent soul, drag you through a slutty adventure starring you Keira, and I'm going to wrap your mind and soul around my cock so tight, I'm going to make Fifty Shades of Grey blush, and your going to be going up and down more than the national championship of Chutes and Ladders." "I'll see your new implants in six weeks from now, go forth and obey Keira," I said in my best, respect my authoritie tone. "Yes, Sir!" She exclaimed. And I hit the button to disconnect the call. A wicked, mile wide grin, displayed itself across my face. I would have to fantasize for six long weeks, every pleasure and punishment that I would mete out on Ms. Knightley's breasts. Dark ideas were already thundering in my brain. I headed back toward the cabin to check on my sluts progress...first orifices first....here kitty kitty kitty I said to myself.