Pop Stars Pastimes, Chapters 1 - 4 Starring Madonna

[Yozzer]

*** You can now read all 4 chapters in-line further on in this thread ***

This is a collection of short stories by me, entirely fictional, starring Madonna. They cover the abuse she experienced as a young wanabe starlet and the abuse she dishes out as a powerfull music industry figure later in her career. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Chapter 1: where she gets abused in return for favours early in her career
http://rapidshare.com/files/14461535...Pastimes_1.doc

Chapter 2: where she witnesses the abuse of a friend, and loves it!
http://rapidshare.com/files/14461538...Pastimes_2.doc

Chapter 3: where she gets revenge on her abuser from chapter 1
http://rapidshare.com/files/14461542...Pastimes_3.doc

Chapter 4: where she watches a tape of S Club 7 being abused
http://rapidshare.com/files/14461547...Pastimes_4.doc

more coming if feedback is positive.

[Yozzer]

As a little encouragement here is the first half of chapter 1:

Pop Star's Pastimes: Chapter1
This story is fiction. Entirely. Nothing contained within it is based on any real events. It is adult in nature containing graphic depictions of sex and violence. Including MF FF sex, MFF sex, non-consensual sex and anal sex. If you are under 21, or it is illegal for you to access, download or read such material you must leave this page immediate.
As copyright proprietor of this story I authorise you to copy it, distribute it, reprint it in other forms and transfer it to other media types subject to the following exclusions.
1) It must never be made available to people who do not wish to see it.
2) It must never be presented in any form to persons under the age of 21.
3) It must always be credited as my unique work, you may not claim authorship of this work, nor may you claim authorship on behalf of any other person.
4) You may not charge any fee for access to this work, in any form.


Chapter 1 – Bad memories

She may be the most powerful woman in the global music business but Madonna still felt cheated. She had to work like a dog to get where she was today, endlessly promoting herself and her music in all corners of the globe for years before she started to get any real money, influence and power for herself. Today’s singers seemed to have it given to them on a plate. They made millions of one or two albums then retired on the proceeds. It wasn’t fair. Her first few albums had served mainly to make a few well-connected record industry executives wealthy beyond their wildest dreams, while she had barely enough to maintain the lifestyle her carefully manufactured image demanded. Sure things were different now. She had made millions since then and risen to the very top of the industry, but she still felt bitter about her “lost” early years.

The levels she had to stoop to in order to ensure her first got albums released and, of course, to ensure they were successful enough to propel her career to heights that would give her the wealth and power she craved still sickened her. In fact what she had gone through was not that unusual. What was unusual in here case was the frequency and intensity of the abuse she had to endure, but then she was determined to make it quickly and had gone all out to that end. She remembered with a shiver the how she got her first big break in the business. From David “call me Davey” Michelson. She had gone to his office to discuss having him promote her by playing her demo tape to various influential industry figures. She was sure he could help her out, his list of previous clients was an impressive array of successful singers and bands from across the US and Europe.

His office was huge. He sat in front of a large window with an impressive view of the Nashville skyline; his desk must have been the size of a small double bed. It was certainly an impressive set-up. She walked the 15 feet from the door at one end to the small uncomfortable looking typist style chair in front of his desk trying to look confident and alert, the way she imagined a star would in these circumstances. He motioned for her to sit down and pressed play on a tape deck that sat on his empty desk. The familiar sound of her demo tape could be heard, but it sounded different to the last time she listened to it.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said in a manner that indicated he knew she wouldn’t “but I ran your tape through some of our computers to make it sound a bit more ‘professional’”.
“No not at all, it sounds great!” she enthused.
“Good” he replied, almost under his breath.
Rising from his place behind the desk he began to walk around it, passing behind her, and then back around his desk. He did 3 full circuits before hitting the stop button on the tape player. Rubbing his chin thoughtfully he continued to circle the desk and the anxiously waiting Madonna.
“It’s not bad” he finally came out with. He was stood behind her now, and she craned her neck to look at him. He was speaking to his secretary, who was sat in a leather armchair at the back of the office, next to the door. “I think she could go far. She doesn’t have the best voice I’ve ever heard, but it sounds OK once it’s been through the machines. Do you think she has the other qualities it takes to be a star?”
Madonna turned her head back to the front. She didn’t want him to see the excitement on her face, and she didn’t want to see if his secretary shook her head or nodded.
“Hard to tell” was the secretary’s response.
She jumped when she felt his hands on her shoulders. “There’s a lot more to having a hit record than just singing a catchy song in tune you know.” He said. There was something about his voice that made her skin crawl. His hands started to slide down her upper arms. She felt his fat stomach pushing against the back of her head. “It has to be promoted, there are live appearances and press events to do, all over the country. It’s very demanding on a young person.” His hands had reached her elbows now and were sliding back up her arms to her shoulders. “You have to be very nice to the right kind of people, and not waste time with others who can’t help you.” His hands slid back down her arms. He extended his thumbs this time and brushed gently down the sides of her breasts. She couldn’t believe he was doing this with his secretary right there in the room. Although she couldn’t see exactly what he was doing she must have known he was doing something. Each time his hands slid up and down her arms, his thumbs stroked her breasts more firmly, has hands moving forward around her arms so that the contact of his thumbs moved ever closer to her nipples. Other people in this business had tried it on before, she had knocked them back – firmly but politely – and they had, to a man, failed to offer her any help with her career at all. This guy was certainly the most powerful she had met and, given that his secretary was there and things couldn’t get too far out of hand, she decided to let him proceed.

His hands moved off of her arms and he placed them directly on her breasts. She shivered slightly and turned her head up to look at him, he quickly took his left hand from her breast and firmly pushed her head back around and down so she was looking away from him and across his desk to the window behind it. Then something happened she hadn’t expected. The secretary appeared to her left and placed her note pad on the desk in front of her. He continued to knead her breasts, rubbing the palms of his hands over her nipples in a slow circular manner. If she had found him at all attractive it would certainly have got her going, he knew what he was doing all right, but he smelled of stale cigars and had a belly that wobbled disgustingly as he walked. She could feel his bloated stomach pushing into the back of her head and that wasn’t exactly a turn on. Her head was spinning. The arrival of his secretary on the scene had not slowed him in the slightest. In fact she was smiling at Madonna, with a wicked gleam in her eye that made the future star very nervous. She’d come this far, should she stop him now? She would never get a chance to meet someone this powerful again. The work he had done on her crude demo tape had made it sound a hundred times better. There was no doubt he was the man she needed to start her career off. She would go ahead with it. A hand-job, suck him off; hell even let him fuck her if need be. She needed the break he was offering and this was her chance. She refused to be put off over a little unpleasantness.

The secretary knelt down on her left and began unbuttoning Madonna’s blouse. When she had half the buttons undone she slipped her hands inside, under her bosses ever-busy fingers, which were still massaging her breasts through her blouse, and tweaked her nipples. While ‘Davey’ disgusted her, his secretary was a different matter. She was tall and beautiful. Very elegantly dressed in a calf length pencil skirt and crisp white blouse, done up to her throat. Her long, straight, jet-black hair was pulled back in a ponytail. The tight, form hugging nature of her business attire emphasised her figure, which was breathtaking. Firm breasts strained at her blouse, her rapidly hardening nipples pushing through the silky material indicating that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Given this evidence her breasts must be extremely firm indeed, they jiggled just a bit as she swayed slightly from side to side as the movement of her own hands on Madonna’s breasts were influenced by the increasingly rough movements of her bosses hands over the top of them.

Despite the pressure of that revolting gut, pushing into the back of her head, Madonna found herself responding to the touch of this beautiful woman. Her nipples were hardening and there was a definite warmth in her pussy. She could feel the dampness in her crotch growing. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all; if she could concentrate on the secretary and just ignore her gross boss she may even enjoy it. Groaning to express her disappointment as the secretary removed her hands from inside her blouse; Madonna was shocked by what happened next. With a sudden, lightening quick grab, the secretary pulled Madonna’s blouse off her shoulders and down her upper arms to her elbows. While still assessing the way this prevented her from moving her arms from her sides and deciding whether to wriggle free of the restricting garment altogether, she was pleased to find the deliciously young secretary pulling her bra down to expose her ripe breasts to the cool air conditioned office air.
As if reading her mind the secretary leaned forward and took the nipple of her right breast into her mouth and sucked greedily on it. Her right hand continued to play with her exposed left breast, whilst her left hand drifted down and dived straight up her skirt and began gently stroking on her rapidly swelling clit. The waves of pleasure running through her body completely distracted her from the actions of ‘Davey’, who had stepped back from the chair Madonna was sat in and started shedding his clothes. So eager was he to get out of his suit that he staggered and almost fell as he got his leg caught in his trousers. All this passed unnoticed by the soon to be superstar who had both of her hands up her skirt and was pressing the secretaries left hand harder and harder into her crotch. When she felt the hand leave her right breast and move to the small of her back she looked forward to the increased pressure that would come with the greater leverage this afforded her lover.

[Yozzer]

If people don't like downloading document files should I post the stories in-line.

I've had no feedback to either the uploaded documents or the "sample" I posted to try and stimulate interest. If you like it but don't want to download files say something and I'll post in-line.

If you don't like the story please also say something. These are my first attemps at story writing and I'd like to know what people liked and didn't like - even if you hated everything!

Am I wasting my time trying to post stories here?

[baur_147]

hey man, sorry that no one replied to this thread earlier, but I think it's because the stories section on this board is pretty "slow" - so dont take it personally

I prefere not to DL stories, but thats just me - yours seem pretty hot though, so I've DL'ed the first 2 chapters so far. But I think it would get more reads if you were to post them in-line here

oh yeah, before I forget - thx

[Yozzer]

Thanks Baur_147. Since you prefer in-line here we go, starting with the second half of chapter 1.

......the greater leverage this afforded her lover.
The pressure did not come though. Instead a squeeze on the small of her back and a lift from the hand inside her black lace panties lifted her effortlessly out of the chair and onto her feet. The secretary lifted her expert mouth from Madonna’s breast and, leaning back on the desk, pulled her close. She kissed her long and hard on the mouth. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths enthusiastically while the secretary’s hands drifted to her sides and lifted her skirt up around her waist. They kissed like that for 3 or 4 minutes. Madonna was standing pressed tight against the secretary, who was half sitting on the desk now, her legs slightly spread so that Madonna’s left leg was gripped between them. She rubbed her right leg firmly against Madonna’s pussy and stroked her ass with her hands. Madonna herself was almost lost. She held the secretary’s face in her hands and kissed her as deeply and passionately as she could. She wondered about the man who had instigated all this. She hadn’t felt his hands on her for what seemed like an age and began to hope that he was a voyeur. That he would get his kicks watching his secretary and this young, hopeful singer making love in front of him. She was wrong.
She felt the distinctive push of his fat stomach at the small of her back again, but this time there was something else. She felt his rigid cock pressing against the right cheek of her ass. It wasn’t the tip she felt, but the length. It was standing vertically, sandwiched between his waist and her ass, she could feel it twitching and throbbing as she squirmed in the secretary’s embrace. Oh well, she had resigned herself to fucking him earlier so it was no surprise when her prayers for him to get his kicks just watching went unanswered. She raised herself on tiptoe to allow him to enter her, trying all the time to concentrate on the woman in her arms, rather than the pig about to take her from behind. Even this was to be denied her. The secretary twisted away to the side and ‘Davey’ pushed her tight up against the desk where his secretary had just been.
With her arms still pinned to her sides by her blouse she could only brace herself against the desk as she felt his right hand on the back of her head pushing her down so that her face was pressed against the cold wooden surface. With his left hand he pushed down on her hips, forcing her off of her tip-toes and pressing her stomach painfully against the edge of the desk. This confused her. Surely it would be much easier for him to fuck her if she was on tiptoes, her pussy exposed and open to him. Her confusion was replaced by horror when she felt the tip of his rigid cock pressing against her asshole.
“No way!” she cried. Experienced as she was she had never let a man fuck her in her ass, and wasn’t going to start now! “I said no!” she tried again.
He responded with a grunt, pressed her face harder into the desk and thrust his cock forward into her ass. The pain brought tears to her eyes. She struggled but could do nothing. With her arms trapped against her side she could not push against the desk hard enough to stand up against the pressure of his hand on her head and the weight of his body slamming against her ass. She looked around for the secretary. Surely someone who had been so gently as a lover couldn’t condone this violent sodomy! What she saw made her heart sink like a stone. The secretary was leaning against the wall, one hand in her panties, through the split side of her skirt, rapidly rubbing her clit. The other was on a video camera that sat on a tripod to the side of the desk. The red light next to the lens left her in no doubt that her abuse was indeed being filmed, and the panting and gasps coming from the secretary confirmed that she was enjoying Madonna’s defilement almost as much as her boss.
Madonna could do nothing but ride out the punishment. Her ass was so sore now there was hardly any difference in pain whether he was withdrawing his cock and bracing for another thrust, or slamming it forward as far as he could.
After what felt like an hour but was only about 5 minutes she felt him tense. A couple of quick thrusts and he buried his come into her tight ass. She could feel it squirting into her insides, the feeling made her want to vomit. He withdrew his cock with an audible pop and turned to his secretary just as she let out a yelp and a shudder ran through her entire body, indicating she had just cum as well.
The secretary’s became very business like again. She stopped the video camera, adjusted her clothing and carried the camera out of the room.
No longer being held up from behind by ‘Davey’, Madonna slipped from the desk and onto the floor. She sat down hard and the flare of pain in her ass caused her to roll onto her side and pull her legs up to her chest. She could feel his cum leaking from her distended asshole.
“There’s a bathroom through there if you want to clean up.” He said in a cold, matter-of-fact way, indicating a door in the sidewall of his office, behind where the camera had been.
Madonna got to her feet and shakily walked into the bathroom. She wiped the cum from her ass, at least no more seemed to be leaking out now, and washed her face. Adjusting her clothing as best she could she walked back out into the office trying to keep her chin up and pretend that she hadn’t just been viscously, anally raped.
‘Davey’ was writing in a diary he had taking from a desk drawer.
“I’ve booked you into our main studio next Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. We’ll record a few tracks, try a few styles out and see what fits. Then on Friday we’ll meet with some PR guys and plan your introduction to the public.” He never once looked up from his diary and Madonna took that as her cue to leave.
“Aren’t you going to say thank you?” he asked “this is what you wanted after all…”
“Thank you” she said, so quietly it could almost not be heard. She heard him chuckling as she walked quickly from his office and down the stairs to the street outside. She had no intention of waiting for an elevator in front of the desk where the secretary who had filmed her humiliation sat.

[Yozzer]

Pop Star's Pastimes: Chapter2
This story is fiction. Entirely. Nothing contained within it is based on any real events. It is adult in nature containing graphic depictions of sex and violence. Including FF sex, MFF sex, non-consensual sex and anal sex. If you are under 21, or it is illegal for you to access, download or read such material you must leave this page immediate.
As copyright proprietor of this story I authorise you to copy it, distribute it, reprint it in other forms and transfer it to other media types subject to the following exclusions.
1) It must never be made available to people who do not wish to see it.
2) It must never be presented in any form to persons under the age of 21.
3) It must always be credited as my unique work, you may not claim authorship of this work, nor may you claim authorship on behalf of any other person.
4) You may not charge any fee for access to this work, in any form.

Chapter 2 – Remembering
Madonna couldn’t forget the thrill she had felt when she got her revenge on David “call me Davey” Michelson. She had set him up, killed him and passed it off as a suicide. Holding onto the beautiful Patricia, a 19 year hooker see had recruited as part of her plan and then murdered, licking the tears from her face while Davey viciously raped her tight young asshole had given her more pleasure than anything else she had experienced. She knew now what she had always suspected. That she was a sadist - she could only get really turned on if someone else was suffering. Thinking about Patricia’s quiet whimpers as her asshole was reamed, remembering the salty taste of her tears & the look of fear in her face, the room seemed to be getting warm. Her nipples were growing hard and she felt her pussy getting wet. She allowed her right hand to stray down to her panties as her left rubbed and pinched at the nipple of her right breast. She thought back to when she first experienced the thrill of seeing another abused. It had been at the party where she’d first met the late Davey. A girl she had met when waiting tables at a Nashville coffee shop introduced her to him. The girl in question, funny she couldn’t remember her name now, occasionally worked as a model and had been in a video shoot when she met him. He invited her to a party and she brought Madonna along to keep her company in case it got boring. She needn’t have worried about that.
The party was full of medium level music executives and before long, helped by a few drinks generously spiked with various drugs designed to make her compliant, her friend was off in one of the bedrooms with a couple of overweight, middle-aged guys who had told her she would be ideal for the video they were shooting next week. Worried at her friend’s disappearance, Madonna had gone looking for her. When she opened the door to the master bedroom she couldn’t believe her eyes. Her friend was on the bed, on her hands and knees, with one fat sweaty man slamming into her pussy from behind, whilst another fucked her face with exaggerated, violent thrusts. She was about to charge into the room and rescue her friend when she noticed she seemed to be enjoying herself. Her hand was working on the shaft of the cock in her mouth, twisting around it and rubbing up and down from her lips to his balls. When she started playfully licking the end of Madonna realised she was a willing participant and decided it was none of her business what her friend’s bedroom habits were.
All the same she was fascinated by what she saw. Her breathing had become shallow and fast. Her nipples were pressing painfully against the rough lace of the cheap bra she was wearing under her blouse. She was also, she noticed, getting rather warm and moist in her panties. Absentmindedly her left hand strayed to her right breast and toyed with the nipple there, making it even harder than it had been but replacing the pain from the rough material of her bra with a pleasant warm scratching sensation.
She shifted her weight so that she was leaning her left shoulder on the doorframe and her right hand began to rub and squeeze at her right thigh. Her thumb stroked up the inside, hitching up her skirt and grazing against her panties, while her splayed fingers squeezed and gripped at the front of her thigh. Her eyes had been closed for a few minutes now; she was listening to the sound of her friend in the bedroom whilst concentrating most of her attention on her own rapidly approaching orgasm. A yelp from the bedroom snapped her eyes open and she saw the man who had been fucking her friend from behind had changed position slightly. Where he had been standing on the floor next to the bed, he was now kneeling on its edge. He had repositioned his cock too. It was no longer pistoning into her pussy. Now it was pressing against her asshole. Clearly she was not happy about this. Madonna could hear her try to say no, reaching behind herself to push him away, but his friend had grabbed her by the throat and held her face a few inches from his own.
“Shut up whore!” He spat into her face “You know you’re just a common whore, and we’re going to treat you like a common whore!”
The guy behind her gave an almighty thrust and his penis buried into her ass right up to his balls. The poor girl would have screamed, but for the guy holding her tightly by the windpipe.
“That’s it bitch, settle down and enjoy it. You were happy to fuck us both for a spot in a music video, well guess what. There is no music video!” he slapped her face viciously.” I know what you’re thinking. You think you’re gonna go to the cops. Tell them we raped you. Tell them we held you down and buggered you against your will. Do you really think they’ll believe you? A dozen people must have seen you come in here with us willingly. No one would believe a word you say!”
All this was having a strange effect on the young Madonna. Her left hand was now violently rubbing and squeezing at her breasts. First she would pinch and twist her right nipple, then the left. Then she would grab as much of her breast in her hand as she could and squeeze, hard! Her right hand had stopped gently rubbing and squeezing her thigh and was now buried in her tight, black panties. She was furiously rubbing her clit with her thumb while she scratched her fingernails up and down the lips of her dripping pussy. The man behind her friend had gotten into his rhythm now. His hips were swinging back and forth; his balls slamming against her pussy as his cock disappeared into her ass, only to reappear again ready for another thrust. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail, which only served to draw attention to the receding hairline that had almost reached the very top of his head. This ponytail swished from side to side across his disgusting hairy shoulders as he reamed the poor girl’s now swollen ring. On the other side of the bed, his partner in crime was laughing in the poor girls face, occasionally whispering in her ear, shouting obscenities at her from just a few inches away or slapping her hard across the face. Every time a tear rolled from her eyes he would grip her head tightly and lick it tenderly from her cheek.
With a grunt, the man raping her friend’s ass came, his cum squirting into the poor girls ass. She was in floods of tears now and the assailant holding her by the throat had stopped licking at her tears and was instead smearing them over her cheeks with his thumbs.
“You done Roy?” he asked his now sated partner.
“Sure am, boy she had a tight ring piece. I reckon she was an anal virgin!”
“You lucky sod! I bet you’ve stretched her all out so I won’t feel a thing”
“Don’t pout; you went first with the last slut!”
“OK, get ‘round here and hold her, I want that ass now!”
When they released her she fell over onto her side on the bed and tried to draw her knees up to her chest.
“’Aw now honey, don’t go settling down to sleep just yet, we’re only halfway through!”
They swapped positions and the guy with the hairy back and the ponytail who had just deposited his load in her ass pulled her up onto her knees. She was limp and he had to hold her by her shoulders while his colleague positioned his self behind her and placed his cock-head at the entrance to her ass. He pushed into her slowly, unlike his friend who had slammed into her. She started to tense and Roy let go of her shoulders to grab her by the face. Holding her jaw with his left hand he reached behind her and scooped up some of his cum from under his friends balls where his cock had forced it out of her ass. He smeared it over her face, tracing her lips with one cum soaked finger. This seemed to amuse him greatly and he started chuckling to himself. Madonna’s friend was practically catatonic. She just rocked back and forth with the momentum of the guy fucking her ass. He was much slower and more gently than her previous rapist but, as his orgasm rapidly approached, he speeded up until he was thrusting just as hard and fast as his friend had been. He groaned, a big smile crossing his face, as he too unloaded into her tight young ass.
Madonna bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming out loud as she was wracked by the most powerful orgasm she had every experienced. Out of breath she pulled the door shut silently and walked on shaking legs back to the party.
She had discovered something about herself that day all right, but it wasn’t until she experienced the euphoria that followed the anal rape and murder of Patricia and the murder of her former abuser Davey that she realised fully what it meant. Now she sat on an elegant Italian leather sofa in her multimillion dollar Beverly Hills mansion vigorously masturbating at the thought of her one time friend being raped and a beautiful young hooker with her throat slashed after a violent buggering in this very house. As she came again and again, soaking the expensive furniture, she accepted what she was and gave up lying to herself. She decided to embrace her dark side. She was going to have so much fun!

[Yozzer]

Pop Star's Pastimes: Chapter3
This story is fiction. Entirely. Nothing contained within it is based on any real events. It is adult in nature containing graphic depictions of sex and violence. Including FF sex, MFF sex, non-consensual sex and anal sex. If you are under 21, or it is illegal for you to access, download or read such material you must leave this page immediate.
As copyright proprietor of this story I authorise you to copy it, distribute it, reprint it in other forms and transfer it to other media types subject to the following exclusions.
1) It must never be made available to people who do not wish to see it.
2) It must never be presented in any form to persons under the age of 21.
3) It must always be credited as my unique work, you may not claim authorship of this work, nor may you claim authorship on behalf of any other person.
4) You may not charge any fee for access to this work, in any form.

Chapter 3 - Revenge
She wasn’t sure what it was that had pushed her over the edge. What particular event had turned her from a confident, successful and sexually open young women, into a sexual deviant with no interest in the health or welfare of others. All that mattered to her now was satisfying her own perverse desires, and they seem to get more extreme as time went on. Perhaps it was dealing with that scumbag David “call me Davey” Michelson that had introduced her to the real “Madonna”. It had been simple really. He had sidled up to her at an industry party one night and gave her a smile that turned her blood cold.
“Remember me?” He asked coyly, when they finally had a private moment. Knowing beyond doubt that she would never forget the afternoon his secretary had video taped him violently buggering her, against her will, across his desk, no matter how successful she became.
“Of course I do” She spat back at him, wondering how the jerk made her tremble even now that she was infinitely more powerful than he. Deciding it was hatred that made her shake now not fear she waited to hear what he wanted, all the while thinking of the most insulting way to reject what ever scheme he had concocted that he was certainly seeking her to finance.
“I have a proposition for you. I still have warm memories of our time together, and since I regularly enjoy the tape my secretary made it seems like it was only yesterday!”
She hadn’t expected this. She thought he would ignore that event and wax on about some new business idea that, if she was lucky, she could invest in, not for him to remind her of the viscous way he had made her pay to have her demo tape played & promoted. It was quite normal for aspiring young singers to be taken advantage of the way she had been but, once they became successful, the abuse they had to endure to get there was ignored as if it never happened. No one talked about it openly and all the performers were left wondering just what their peers had been forced to endure to get to where they were. Even the perpetrators themselves never discussed such things. It was assumed that if you had handled a celebrity early on in their career you had enjoyed them in a way few could dream of, but they preferred to leave their colleagues to guess just exactly what they had managed to get away with before their charges were famous. When it was the first thing he mentioned she was a bit nonplussed by it.
“What! I mean, err…” her usually calm demeanour seemed to be failing her in the face of his bravado.
“Don’t worry my dear; your secrets are safe with me. In fact that’s what I want to talk to you about.” He was smiling broadly now, but she could see it was a front. He was nervous about something and that made her confidence come flooding back.
“And what, exactly, do you mean by that!” she was still unsure about what he had in mind but forced herself to take charge of the situation. If she could successfully negotiate multimillion dollar recording contracts with some of the sharpest legal minds on the planet she wasn’t going to let one barely successful musical agent get the upper hand with her.
“Nothing too bad, I assure you. It’s just that, well, I owe a considerable amount of money to some rather unpleasant characters. Some deals of mine went wrong and now they are insisting on payment in full and I’m just about skint. In fact the only asset I have that is worth anywhere near the sums in question is our little tape.” He seemed less sure of himself now, maybe because of the implications of what he just said, maybe because of her newly recovered confidence.
So that was it, blackmail! He must really be desperate. Just as no one talked about these things, no one took advantage of successful people either for fear of exposing the whole industry and ruining everyone’s ‘fun’. He would not have taken the decision to do this lightly as it would certainly mean the end of his career in the entertainment business.
He continued almost apologetically “I really am at my whit’s end. I need to find 1.3 million by one week today or they’ll kill me. I figure I could get 1 million for the tape on the open market, that would buy me some time, but if you were to buy it from me for the full 1.3 million you wouldn’t have to deal with the unpleasantness that would go with its release. As a bonus you could be confident that the tape could never come back to haunt you again in the future….”
“How do I know you wouldn’t keep a copy and sell that, or come back in the future for more!” She demanded to know.
“Because I’ve kept quiet about it this long haven’t I!” he struggled to keep his voice down, his eyes darting around to ensure no one was listening “I like my career and just want to forget this whole business and move on. Believe me I won’t let myself get into this sort of position again! I guess you’ll just have to trust that I value my career more highly than the money I could make from keeping a copy”
“I’ll have to think about it, give your ‘phone number to my assistant and I’ll call you tomorrow” She was already scheming about how to deal with him. Certainly she wasn’t going to pay him any money, especially after he had referred to it as ‘our’ tape. As if she’d been a willing and eager participant.
“Make it the morning, I’m meeting with the bosses of some Internet sites tomorrow afternoon and if I haven’t heard from you I’ll have to make a deal with them.”
“I’ll call you before noon.” With that she turned her back on him, walking off to talk to some film producers that she knew were pencilled in to make a movie she very much wanted to star in.
As the limo took her back to her luxurious Beverly Hills mansion an idea was beginning to form in her head. This little shit would be dealt with once and for all. She made a call on her cell ‘phone to a private investigator she had used in the past to help her gather evidence on a stalker that had plagued her for years. He was safely locked in a mental institution now, thanks to Bert Jennings. What she had particularly liked about him was the fact that, on failing to find enough evidence to deal with the bastard that was following her, he simply manufactured it. He had been a senior detective with the LAPD and knew exactly how to make things look genuine enough to convince a judge and a psychological review board. She was sure he was just the man she needed to help with this little problem.
She rang ‘Davey’ at 11:58am. She wasn’t sure but it sounded like he was shaking when she told him she agreed to buy the tape on one condition. She wanted all of his tapes. Every tape he had ever made of himself with rising starlets of the music industry, in over 30 years in the business. She wanted to be sure he wasn’t going to pull this stunt on anyone else, she said. He had objected at first. Saying it wouldn’t be fair on the people on the tapes. How would she like it if another singer got hold of her tape that way? She reassured him that she only wanted to destroy the tapes. If he was really worried about the confidentiality of his other ‘victims’, and she emphasised the word, he could watch her burn the tapes before he left.
This didn’t seem to surprise him as much as it might, in fact he was a lot more eager to agree than she expected. Some people, on making it to the top, tried to change things. They set up there own companies, which they monitored closely to ensure others never went through what they themselves had. These companies inevitably failed. The best executives wouldn’t work for them as they valued their ‘perks’ more highly than their salaries. In the absence of skilled and experienced executives these companies soon failed and their founders gave up and concentrated on their careers or, more often, were dragged into financial and professional ruin. He guessed she was trying to appease her guilt at getting ahead by agreeing to things that other, more talented, youngsters refused.
He didn’t like the idea of losing his collection but this way he could keep working in the industry and he’d soon have a new collection. The new ‘talent’ coming through his offices these days was much better than in the past anyway. The lure of stardom was more powerful than ever and young people’s minds were so much more open than before. He would soon have an all-new library of conquests, and they would all be preserved in digital quality rather than the grainy, worn out VHS collection he had at the moment. Most people imagined the levels of sexual deviance in show business as being far beyond the norm and some suspected young hopefuls, bright eyed and eager, earned a bit of special career advancement their talent didn’t justify by providing sexual favours to well positioned business men and women. Many imagined the upper echelons of the music and film industry as hotbeds of lust and depravity fed by the endless stream of attractive teenagers who would ‘do anything’ to get into show business. Most people had no idea just how depraved and perverted these industries were and he was a real connoisseur of depravity.
The arrangements were made. He was to arrive at her house at 11pm that evening. She would have the money ready for him, in the form a non-negotiable bankers draft made out to cash. He would pick her up and they would drive together to where he had the tapes. She would leave with the tapes and he would keep the draft, simple really.
‘Davey’ left the motel at 10pm. He had booked in earlier that day and placed the box of videocassettes on the bed while he took a shower. He would leave the tapes here with a ‘Do not disturb’ sign on the door while he went to pick up Madonna, they would come back here. She would get her tapes and he would get his money. Everyone would be happy. He had no idea he was being set up. His years of abusing the teenage girls that came through his studios had led him to see it as something almost normal. He could not comprehend the level of hatred Madonna had for him and the lengths she would go to for revenge.
He arrived at her house at 10:50. Pressing the intercom at her locked gate he heard a familiar voice.
“Come up to the house, I’ve given the security staff the night off. I don’t want anyone knowing about our ‘business’ here tonight”
“On my way” he replied nervously. He still had no idea what was in store for him.
When he got to the house she was waiting for him at the open front door. She looked amazing. Her hair was up in a bun, pulled back from her face and secured with a large black clip. She wore a long black coat that was buttoned to from her throat to her knees. This made him smile, he still had some power over her as she was obviously so uncomfortable in his presence that she felt she had to cover every inch of her flesh from his gaze. He got out of the car and walked up to her.
“Show me the draft and you can follow me to where I have hidden the tapes” He was trying hard to seem in control of the situation.
“Not just yet” she said coyly, the edge of her lip curly up in a half smile “I have something I want you to help me with first. Come in for a minute, would you like a drink?”
“You know I’ve left instruction on where to find the tapes if something ‘happens’ to me” he bluffed. He was very nervous now. He shouldn’t have come here. He should have met her in a public place.
“Don’t worry; I think you even might enjoy this!”
That piqued his interest. He followed her into the house, through the large hallway and into her private office.
“OK.” He was surprised at the strength in his voice, he was very worried “what do you want?”
“Well I’ve been thinking about what’s on that tape.” She started unbuttoning her coat “you know my tastes have turned more and more towards the more extreme forms of pleasure since we knew each other. I may not have enjoyed our encounter before but I’m sure I’d think differently about it now. That’s why I want to recreate it now. Sought of purge the bad memories from my mind and replace them with pleasant ones!” she finished unbuttoning her coat and pulled it apart.
His breath caught in his throat. She was wearing a red PVC basque, with what looked like latex stockings, also red, held up by suspenders that attached to the basque with delicate silk ribbons.
“What… I don’t… I mean of course!” His eyes lit up. He could feel his cock stiffening in his jeans as he moved towards her. His hands went to her waist and he went to kiss her.
She put a hand on his chin and pushed him away.
“Oh no, things are different now. I’m not going to be the victim this time.”
His nervousness returned.
“She is!” Madonna gestured to the office doorway where a stunning young blond girl was standing. She was dressed exactly as Madonna would have in her early career. A white cotton blouse with lace ruffles that strained over her breasts. Black, impossibly tight, miniskirt and fishnet stockings with high-heeled pixie boots. She looked almost exactly like Madonna had that time in his office, though this girl was far prettier. She had large doe eyes, a tiny cute little nose and exquisitely chiselled cheekbones. There was something else as well. When she had been in his charge all those years ago, Madonna had been nearly 18 years old. This girl looked 16 at the eldest. His jaw dropped and his cock twitched painfully in his jeans.
The girl was in fact 19 years old. She came from an agency that Madonna often used to spice up her private parties. This girl specialised in looking younger than she was and had been a particular hit at an event Madonna had thrown for a select group some months before. It had been a High School theme and this girl had been the main attraction, dressed as the prom queen she had been taken by every man at the party, and most of the women. When Madonna called her personally and asked her to do a private scene with her she had been very keen to do it ‘unofficially’. By cutting out the agency she could keep the whole 10 thousand dollar fee and not pay them their 20 percent.
“This is how it’s going to work.” She could tell he was hooked now. The emergence of this beautiful girl, coupled with the prospect of defiling her as he had Madonna years before had driven out any doubts he had and replaced them with raw lust. “Patricia here will play the role of the young me. You will play yourself, and I will play the Evil Queen, orchestrating events!”
“Sure thing!” he couldn’t contain his eagerness.
“Yes your Majesty” replied Patricia, keeping her eyes on the floor.
“What are you waiting for Davey? Go get her and bring her to me!” she commanded. She was starting to get into this. She would have to be careful. This was not about pleasure, this was about revenge!
Davey dived forward and grabbed at Patricia’s breasts. He squeezed them forcefully and dug his fingers into their soft flesh. Patricia squealed and tried to back away. She was stopped by Madonna grabbing her hair. Davey looked up and kissed Patricia full on the mouth. At first she tried to keep her mouth shut but eventually let him slide his tongue in. She knew she had to play the role of the unwilling victim and was happy to go ahead with it. Madonna had stepped in when one of the movie producers at her party had tried to get rough with her and she trusted her now to stop this going to far.
Madonna pulled them apart. “Lets move this over to the desk, I seem to remember that was were the fun happened last time”. Davey stopped trying to maul Patricia’s breasts and backed off. Using her hair to steer her around Davey Madonna guided Patricia to the desk, she sat herself on the edge of the desk and wrapped her calves around the bottom half of Patricia’s legs. She pulled her blouse down off of her shoulders and kissed her on a mouth. She broke the kiss briefly to speak to Davey, who was practically drooling at the erotic sight in front of him. “Come on then Davey, bugger this slut like you buggered me all those years ago!”. She pulled Patricia’s skirt up to her waist and Davey required no further invitation. He freed his cock from his jeans and jumped into position behind the now struggling young hooker. A re-assuring look from Madonna made Patricia relax somewhat and then she felt Davey’s cock pushing at her sensitive asshole. Normally she would have insisted on a condom for anal sex, but she knew from experience that Madonna never partied with people who weren’t checked and verified as disease free so she bit her lip and thought of the 10 grand.
With a thrust Davey was inside her. He immediately started pumping back and forth. He was dangerously close to cumming already but he didn’t care. This was just incredible and, he almost had to pinch himself, when it was over he would be picking up a cheque for a cool 1.3 million dollars! He moved his head to the side of Patricia’s and watched Madonna licking the tears that were now streaming from the young Patricia’s face. Was it possible that this girl was as young as she looked? Was she an unwillingly participant? The very possibility sent him over the edge at he came, long and hard, deep in the young girls ass.
He staggered backwards and sat down on a convenient chair. Madonna kissed Patricia once more, got a smile in return, and then gently pushed her away. She stalked up to where Davey was sat and stroked his cheek.
“Did you enjoy that? I know I feel much better!”
“Wow!” was all Davey could manage.
“Patricia, come here!” Madonna demanded in a stern, cold voice. The girl responded immediately, moving over to stand in front of them. “I want you to lick his cock clean!”
Davey couldn’t believe it. Patricia immediately dropped to her knees and started lapping at Davey’s flaccid dick. It immediately started to stiffen. Would there be time for another? Why not. Madonna was obviously more depraved even than him. He should take advantage while he could.
His eyes were shut when he felt Patricia’s mouth leave his cock. He opened his eyes just in time to see Madonna drag a wicked looking knife across her throat. Blood sprayed from the wound, drenching the front of his clothes and covering his shrinking member. He was stunned. He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t even think.
He felt a jolt; from the corner of his eye he saw a stun gun in Madonna’s hand, pressed against his hip. The current surged through his body and he slumped unconscious in his seat.
When he came to he was sat in his car, in front of Madonna’s main gate. The car was embedded in the gate, as if it had hit them at high speed. He still couldn’t move his arms and legs properly. His memory of the murder he had witnessed came flooding back. He saw his was still drenched in her blood. The passenger window was open and Madonna was leaning through it grinning. The smell of petrol hit his nostrils and he chocked back the vomit rising in his throat.
“You though you could blackmail me did you, you shit! Well guess what, it seems you’re a stalker. You’ve been pestering me for months. I have the letters to prove it! And what’s this?” she took a piece of paper from her pocket and placed it in a metal container. “Why, it’s your suicide note. It seems if you can’t have me you don’t want to go on. The dead hooker in the trunk, dressed like I used to in the eighties is an elegant touch don’t you think.”
“You’ll never get away with this!” he stammered, “They’ll find the tapes.”
“Do you think I’m stupid? I’ve been having you followed. I got a call just before you arrived here to let me know that my man had secured your tapes and was on his way here. He’s the one who took your car and crashed it into my gates! Now a quick call to the LAPD. ‘Someone just rammed my gates. I’m very scared. It’s my bodyguard’s night off. I’ve been getting threatening letters. He’s pouring something over himself. Oh my God! It must have been petrol, the whole car just turned into an inferno! Please, please hurry!’ and people say I can’t act!”
She flicked the lit match into the car and jogged back up to the house smiling.

[Yozzer]

Pop Star's Pastimes – Chapter4
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Chapter 4 – Exploring the library
Madonna spent a hectic few days of meetings with her film agent, studio executives and other influential people that might help her get the role she wanted in an upcoming Hollywood blockbuster. Subsequently it was nearly a week after dealing with Davey that she had a chance to relax on her own at her Beverly Hills mansion and examine a sample of the tapes she had gotten from him. The police had already finished their investigation into his death. As far as they were concerned it was a simple case of an obsessed fan that had gone over the edge and committed suicide when she rejected him. When they had discovered he worked with her early in her career they had briefly been suspicious, but the LAPD psychological profiler had indicated this was consistent with him developing a destructive obsession and the detectives left it at that.
Sitting in her comfortable living room, she put a tape into the VCR and settled down onto the soft leather sofa. The tapes had been marked with dates rather than names and it hadn’t taken her long to find the one of her being viciously sodomised over his desk. That one she had burned, having no desire to review those events. She was far more interested to see what her fellow musicians had gotten up to with Davey in order to further their careers. She decided to go through the tapes in reverse date order, preferring to build up her excitement with a few bright young things new to the music scene before the thrill of seeing some older, more established stars being humiliated in their youth.
In anticipation of a fun evening she had a bottle of Champaign on ice next to her comfortable sofa, a couple of ecstasy tablets in a small dish, a full 2 ounces of cocaine in a clear plastic bag next to the dish and a big black dildo lying on the cushion next to her. She was wearing a tight black leather corset, the front laced up tight forcing her breast to spill out of the top with her nipples peeking over the edge. She wore no panties but had dark silk hold up stocking on her legs.
She hit play on the VCR’s remote and the tape crackled to life. The image quality was surprisingly good. The sound wasn’t great but she could hear what was going on well enough. The scene was the inside of an office. It wasn’t the one she had been in with him but she supposed he had probably moved offices a few times in the decades since she had been the struggling singer in need of his help. In the middle of the picture was his desk, she recognised that as the same one he’d had all those years ago. I guess it held too many memories for him to get rid of. Davey walked into shot and sat on the edge of his desk. A woman appeared. She was in her early twenties, dressed in a long black pencil skirt, split up one side almost to her hip. She had on a white blouse, with long sleeves and a high neckline buttoned right up to her throat. Very prim and professional looking, she reminded Madonna the secretary he had when she visited him - the one who had filmed her brutalisation. It couldn’t be her though as she would be in her fifties by now. “I guess that’s his type” she smirked.
She heard him speaking on the tape, “How long ‘til they get here?”
“Should be anytime now” was the secretary’s response as she dropped to her knees in front of him and undid his fly. She had to reach in to pull his cock free, it was completely flaccid and she almost had to lift his belly to reach in and grab it. Madonna shivered as she remembered the feeling of that fat gut pressing into the small of her back.
Expertly the secretary took the flaccid member into her mouth and began to work it with her tongue. Davey was clearly enjoying it, grabbing a handful of her hair and guiding the speed of her felatio. After about a minute of this Madonna was getting bored, she hit the fast forward button and accelerated the tape to 2X speed. The scene looked almost comical now. She quickly hit play to slow the tape to normal speed when the secretary stood and Davey put his now semi-rigid cock back in his pants.
“Keep ‘em waiting a couple of minutes then bring them in” Davey said to the woman, who was by now out of shot. He was walking back behind his desk when the taped skipped. The secretary had obviously stopped recording at that point and started again later because on the screen now were a row of three typist style chairs in front of Davey’s desk. The jump in time frame was a little disorientating but the scene quickly grabbed Madonna’s attention. The chairs were all empty, but there were three young girls clearly in shot, they were all completely naked. It took a second or two to recognise them as Rachel, Hanna and Tina from S-Club 7, a vacuous, manufactured pop band that Madonna wasn’t overly familiar with. She recognised them though as she had frequently masturbated to the video Rachel made to accompany her debut solo single earlier that year after S-Club 7 had split up. Rachel was lying on her back on Davey’s desk, with a hungry look on her face. Stood up in front of the desk, bent at the waist and positioned between her legs was Hanna. The sounds of her licking and sucking at Rachel’s pussy could clearly be heard despite the poor quality sound. Kneeling on the floor at Hanna’s side was Tina.
“Tina, I told you to lick Hanna’s asshole” The voice was Davey’s. He wasn’t in shot and the shitty mono soundtrack gave no clue as to where he was in the room.
Tears were starting to well up in Tina’s eyes, but she leaned forwards and tentatively put her tongue to her friend’s ring-piece.
“I’m sure you can be a bit more enthusiastic than that Tina! You all agreed to entertain me if I helped you break into the US market. No one forced you to do this. Now you better start being a bit more bloody entertaining if you want my help!”
God he was a bastard Madonna thought. “I’m glad I torched the son of a bitch” she said to the empty room. But she was certainly enjoying the show. She lifted her legs up onto the sofa and rested her back against the arm. Her left hand was gently teasing at her nipples as her right hand tenderly stroked up and down her pussy lips, occasionally drifting to her clit.
On the screen Hanna lifted her face from Rachel’s pussy and turned to he friend. “It’s OK Tina, we knew we’d have to do this sort of thing eventually. Just think of the money we’ll get if we make it big in the States!” Her lips and chin were wet with Rachel’s love juice. She certainly hadn’t been holding back and it seemed Rachel had been responding.
Davey entered the shot from the right; he grabbed Hanna by the hair and pressed her face back into Rachel’s crotch. “You have work to be getting on with blondie!” he spat at her. “I’ll take care of motivating little Tina here”
He moved around so that he was behind Hanna’s bent over body and grabbed Tina by the hair. “Now listen here you selfish little bitch! Pretty soon I’m going to stick my dick into little Hanna here’s beautiful asshole. The only lubrication she’s gonna get is that which you put there with your tongue. So unless you want your friend to suffer you better get to work and lube her up!”
At this, Hanna stood upright and tried to turn around. A firm shove on her shoulder from Davey’s free hand forced her back down to Rachel’s waiting pussy. Rachel also tried to get up on hearing of Davey’s plans but the secretary entered the shot from the left. She still wore the pencil skirt but was now topless. She gently pushed Rachel back down onto the desk and leaned over her, so that her breasts were pressing against Rachel’s face. A bit of squirming got Rachel into a position where she could breathe properly, but she couldn’t get up and certainly couldn’t pull away from the secretary’s grip.
Davey took his hand from Hanna’s shoulder and roughly grabbed a handful of her short-cropped blond hair. “I didn’t tell you to stop eating that pussy now did I!” he barked at her and roughly pushed her face into Rachel’s crotch. He let go of Tina’s hair and smiled as she leaned forward and began to tongue Hanna’s asshole with greater gusto. Every so often she would stop and work up some more saliva, before smearing it into her friends butt. Obviously she cared for her band mate and her desire to make her buggery less painful outweighed her disgust at what she was forced to do.
Hanna couldn’t help but respond to the gently tickling she felt from Tina’s tongue, her pussy started to moisten and she moaned slightly. Repositioning her face Davey kept hold of her hair; she began to lap at Rachel’s pussy again. Rachel was also enjoying herself again. She was moaning and writhing around on the desk. She moved her head a few inches to the side and began to suck on one of the secretary’s large dark nipples.
Davey quickly dropped his pants and stepped out of his shorts. He moved up close to Hanna and pushed Tina out of the way. She stumbled to the side and looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. “I hope you did a good job slut. Now, I think you deserve a reward, get up on the desk and sit on Rachel’s face!” Rachel you better make her cum before I do or it’s your butt next, and without your friend to lube it for you first!”
Tina climbed onto the desk and the secretary backed out of shot as the young girl straddled her friends face. Rachel was extremely turned on by now and immediately began to lick and suck at Tina’s pussy. The waves of feeling that this generated in Tina took her completely by surprise. She had just spent 5 or more minutes licking at Hanna’s asshole, now she was forced to straddle Rachel’s face - all for the amusement of this pervert how could she possibly be turned on!” She blushed deep red, but started to grind her pussy into Rachel’s face.
Madonna had stopped gently stroking at her pussy and picked up the dildo she had laid out earlier. She had never been as turned on just from watching a video as she was now. Sure she’s seen plenty of porn. Her husband, Guy, had quite a varied selection at their house in the UK. She even masturbated to it on occasion, but the sight of these innocent young girls being abused so dreadfully made her shudder and moan with approaching orgasm. She slipped the 10-inch dildo into her swollen pussy easily and began to hump herself with it, never taking her eyes of the screen.
Once he’d watched Tina take up position over Rachel’s face Davey placed his cock-head at the entrance to Hanna’s ass and began to gently press forwards. He felt Hanna tremble under him. She was involuntarily tensing her muscles to keep him out. Then trying to relax in order that it might hurt less, only for her body to betray her and tense again. The feeling of this tensing and relaxing of her muscles as he gradually slipped his entire length into the teenager almost sent Davey over the edge. He slowed his thrusting and tried to catch his breath. Madonna could clearly see the video camera’s lights making the beads of sweat on his back glisten. It was revolting but somehow the more hideous he seemed, the more intense it made the girls degradation and the more turned on Madonna got.
She could see that Rachel had taken his threat seriously and was eating Tina’s pussy with real intent. She lapped at her friend’s clit, stopping occasionally to slip her tongue across her labia, sometimes even slipping it into her dripping wet pussy as far as it would go. Tina was clearly responding. She rolled her hips rhythmically back and forth, and even ground her pussy down hard on her friend’s face as she neared her orgasm.
Tina’s mind was racing. She had never felt anything like this before. She had never been with another girl before and had only been eaten out by one man; he was a record producer back in the UK who made her lay on her back and felate him as he ate her pussy. He sucked and even bit at her sensitive young snatch whilst forcing his disgusting sweaty cock too far down her throat. That had felt awful, whereas this felt wonderful. She couldn’t help but think that Rachel must have done this before; such was her skill. She shuddered to an orgasm; more intense than any she had had before. As her young friend’s juices flooded into her mouth Rachel too was close to cumming but the pain and humiliation of her sodomy had somewhat distracted Hanna from her work on Rachel’s pussy and without more stimulation Rachel was not going to cum. She reached down between her own legs and started to rub at her clit furiously. This, with the token licking of Hanna’s tongue on her labia, sent Rachel to a shuddering climax. Hanna cried openly as Rachel’s pussy squirted love juice into her face.
The sight of the two gorgeous teenagers cumming and cumming on his desk as he thrust into the Hanna’s spasming asshole was too much for Davey. He almost screamed as he exploded in her ass. His cock twitching for 2 full minutes as what felt like a pint of cum emptied into the young blonds butt.
Madonna was close to orgasm too. The first tremors were beginning to shudder through her body and she wanted to shut her eyes, throw her head back and scream herself to a crashing climax but she couldn’t tear her eyes from the screen.
Staggering as he backed away from the desk he watched Hanna slide to the floor. “OK you two” he said to the girls on his desk, who were now lying side by side kissing each other gently and slowly rubbing their hands over each others breasts. “Get down off the desk and bend over it!”
“But you said….” stuttered a shocked Rachel.
“Don’t worry, I always keep my word.” Davey spoke, motioning to his secretary.
She came back into shot, obviously flushed from masturbation, carrying a tube of lubricant. Tina and Rachel now started to cry, the pleasure of a moment ago lost to the realisation that they too would have to suffer as Hanna had.
“Hanna, I need you to lick my cock and make it hard again” Davey said, but he didn’t look at her. He was watching as his secretary rubbed the lubricant onto and into the assholes of the other two girls. Sat against the desk, with Rachel and Tina bent over it either side of her, Rachel on her right, Tina on her left, she rubbed and fingered their ring-pieces smearing more and more of the lubricant into their asses. She never took her eyes from Davey’s and was panting heavily. Hanna pulled herself to her knees and began to lick and suck at Davey’s cock. He expected her to resist, or argue but her spirit was well and truly broken. Poor girl, she hadn’t even got to cum like her friends. Oh well, life’s a bitch.
It took less than a minute for him to get hard again; Hanna was doing a wonderful job. She was keen to get it over with and get away from there, away to their hotel suite and a hot bath. When he was fully erect again he walked forward, brushing the crying teenager aside, and took his place behind Rachel’s shining wet asshole. He slid in easily, which surprised him even with the generous application of lubricant. This girl was an expert cunt eater and was clearly no stranger to anal sex either. He looked over at his secretary who was still rubbing at Tina’s asshole but had taken the girls face in her hand and was kissing her mouth passionately. Hopefully she would be tighter.
With a disappointed grunt he pulled his cock from Rachel’s asshole and moved over to Tina. As soon as he pressed his dick against her ring piece he smiled. God she was tight. Even with all that lubricant he could hardly get in. He pushed harder and Tina squealed. Wonderful! A quick thrust and a gasp from Tina and he was in. Her ass was gripping his cock so tight he couldn’t pull it back very far without pulling her bodily away from the desk. So he settled into a rhythm of short, quick thrusts. Tina was screaming and he thought about how worthwhile it had been having his office soundproofed. His secretary turned her attention to Rachel and was kissing and licking her face. Lapping all of Tina’s love juice from the other girls lips, chin and cheeks. Davey thought back to the sight he had witnessed a few minutes before. Tina screaming as she came and came into Rachel’s mouth. Her screams now were very different. He felt his power over her; he could feel her suffering under him. He came again, not so hard or long this time but it was a sweet satisfying orgasm.
His secretary let Rachel fall to the floor to lie beside her friend Hanna on the carpet and walked towards the camera. She reached over it and the screen went blank.
Madonna screamed as she came hard with the dildo forced right up inside her cunt. She was working it in a circular motion inside her pussy with her right hand while she toyed at her asshole with two fingers of her left hand. Her hands slowed as her orgasm slowly subsided. She let out a deep sigh. That was just the first tape, there were over fifty more to go. She didn’t have the energy for anymore tonight. She picked up her cell ‘phone and tapped in a familiar number.
“I want to do something with S-Cub 7” She said to the senior manager of her music company, “I know they’ve split up but surely they’ll get back together to work with me. Just ring them all up and arrange for them to come to my UK home I’m sure I can persuade them.”

[Yozzer]

That's all I have written so far, I'll gauge whether to write more by the reaction of the board.

[baur_147]

thx for posting them fully Yozzer I think they are really good - I especially liked chapter 2

[nahkit]

Thanks, please write more