March 5th, 2005
Dock 94, Capetown Port,
Capetown, South Africa

“You’re absolutely certain of this?”

Michael Burke was having another one of those days. Bad enough, he figured, being shot at and chased out of Europe a few weeks ago, but now, stuck in Africa, his worst fear was coming true.

“I’m certain,” Tom Lambert said through the earpiece in Burke’s ear. “As of last night, Stall, Marissa, and Angelina were all alive.”

New had broken early this morning. The UN Safari Richard Stall and Marissa Call had snuck onto had been ambushed by Tswana rebels, and all but three of the traveler’s bodies had been found. If Lambert’s information was correct, then Stall, Marissa, and Angelina Jolie were the last three survivors. But what if he was wrong…

The news was all over this – already, both the Botswana and South African armies were scouring the country-side for any and all signs of the missing rebels, but so far no luck. Quite frankly, if they’d been hiding out there for months or even years, the chances of finding them were slim.

“What are you getting on the cameras?” Burke asked.

“Not much. I think most of them are in a safe, save Mr. Stall’s watch. Apparently, one of them rebel’s is wearing it right now.”

“Any chance of finding out where they are from what you see on it?”

“Not unless Baywatch reruns on TV helps,” Lambert grumbled.

“We can’t just sit here!” Burke shouted.

“Calm down,” Lambert said. “I’ve got some of my people looking into things. These Tswana guys are hard to find, but they can’t arm themselves without leaving some kind of trail.”

“You have contacts with weapons dealers?” Burke asked, surprised.
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“Nope. Weapons manufacturers. You’d be surprised how much camera lenses and rifle scopes are similar.”
“Forget I asked.” Burke paced the room for a second or two. “What the fuck am I supposed to do while you’re doing all this?”

“Exactly what Richard told you to – go to the concert site and scope it out. We’ve still got targets to hit there.”

“If Richard doesn’t come back, we won’t need any more videos, we’ll need new jobs,” Burke pointed out.

“Humor me. Take the back up cameras and watch with you, too. Just in case.”

“You think I’m going to score anyone worthy of banging?”

“Why not,” Lambert said. “My chemicals aren’t tailored to Mr. Stall alone.”

Burke thought about it for a long second. “I don’t like this.”

“You don’t have a choice,” Lambert pointed out.

“Guess not,” Burke muttered.

* * *

March 5th, 2005
Location Unknown
Southern Africa

“You don’t have a choice.”

The voice made Richard Stall want to vomit. And, considering the type of day he was having, throwing up would be just a minor inconvenience.

He had been stripped of everything but his boxers and tied, arms spread behind him, to a wall, and was now hanging at an almost 45 degree angle facing the floor. The room was mostly dark, save for two very bright lights highlighting two table in the room before him. The air was hot and moist, and the place reeked of sweat and piss, some of both belonging to Stall himself.

He couldn’t see the man speaking to him, but he knew who he was. Zico Nures was a self-proclaimed freedom fighter fighting for a cause that barely existed. Supposedly, he championed the Tswana rebels that had been causing some trouble for the South Africa government lately, but the Tswana, semi-nomadic by nature, barely paid any attention to the government anyway. Which meant Nures was doing this of his own accord, and playing at his own game.

“How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not the English ambassador,” Stall muttered through cracked and bleeding lips. “I’m just a business man.”
“I don’t believe you,” Nures said.

“Check my identification,” Stall said. “My name is Richard Stall. I own a-”

“STOP LYING TO ME!” Nures hollered.

“I’M NOT LYING!” Stall screamed back, trying to look up at his captor. The chains kept him stuck where he was, though, with nothing to look at but the two tables.

And the two women tied to them.

Stall knew both women, one better than the other. The first was a young blonde girl named Marissa Call. He’d met her mere weeks ago in France, and had since hired her on to help fuel his goal of collecting videos of 80 different famous women having sex. So far, she’d been a godsend. But now it looked like he had all but ended her life for her.

The other woman was actress Angelina Jolie. Famous for multiple roles, as well as her rather uninhibited sex life, she’d been the whole reason Stall and Marissa had been in Africa to begin with. All Stall had wanted was the chance to add the openly bisexual Angelina to his collection of celebrity sex videos. Now, though, it looked like all he was going to get was a rather painful death.

Both women were tied, spread eagle, to the two tables. Considering that both were naked, it was rather obvious what was going to happen.

Nures walked around the other side of Stall and delivered a nasty slap to the side of his face.

“You’re forcing me to do this,” he said quietly. “Give me what I want, and the two women will go free.”

“I can’t give you what I don’t have,” Stall said.

“Too bad.” Nures snapped his fingers once, and the ordeal began.

Four African men entered the lighted area – apparently, they’d been there for a while. They weren’t the healthiest of specimens. Indeed, two of them looked borderline malnourished. But all four sported large, erect penis’, and the apparent will to use them.

“Please don’t do this,” Stall pleaded.

“Then prepare to talk to your government.”

“I’m not the ambassador!” Stall said.

Nures snapped his finger again. Two men stepped forward, one towards Marissa, and one towards Angelina.

“Mmmm,” Angelina said, smiling up at the large man hanging above her. “You going to show me a good time?”

“Bravado is a trait I admire,” Nures muttered.

The two men aligned themselves with the two women, and the rapes began.

* * *

March 5th, 2005
Equality Park,
Capetown, South Africa

“You’re cleared,” the guard said.

Michael Burke entered the backstage area when crews were setting up for the following day’s Mandela Freedom Concert. People were everywhere, all of them wearing passes of one sort or another. Burke quickly blended in with the crowd, trying hard to look like he knew what he was doing.

“Keep your eyes peeled. There’s an off hand chance the target might be here today,” Lambert’s voice echoed in his ear.

“What am I supposed to do if I see ‘em?” Burke asked.

“Use the watch, and get busy. Remember, you’ve got two shots. You’ll probably need both to get the job done, so be sneaky about shaking hands.”

“This all assumes that the target’ll be here today. They’re not supposed to be here until tomorrow.”

“That’s right, but you never know. Besides, the might be someone else around.”

“Like who?” Burke muttered. “Bono?”

“Hey, if that’s who you want to fuck, go right ahead,” Lambert said.

“I just wish Richard was here,” Burke muttered.

“Hang on, Two o’clock.”

“What happens at two?” Burke said, checking his watch. It was 11am local time,

“No, you idiot, two o’clock. Just ahead of you! Is that who I think it is?”
Burke looked forward and saw a gorgeous figure walking roughly in his direction. Short, but with perky tits clinging to the inside of a white tank top, the woman had skin the color of warm coffee with sugar and cream. Her eyes sparkled in the light of day, and her hair seemed to wrap around her head like a dreamy halo.

“She’s beautiful,” Burke said.

“You idiot! She’s Thandie Newton!”

“Who?”

“Thandie Newton. She was in Mission: Impossible 2!”

“Never saw it,” Burke said.

“Hey, numbnuts, she’s a babe. You’ve got all the cameras I can put on you, go fuck her!”

“Are you sure it’s her?”

“Check her name tag,” Lambert replied, sounding stressed. “And don’t forget to hit her with the chemicals in the watch. Mr. Stall didn’t even know she’d be here. This is a huge find.”

“What about-” Burke started, but Lambert cut him of.

“Go. Fuck. Her.”

“Right, right,” Burke said. Taking a deep breath, he approached Thandie Newton, hoping he was hitting the right button on the watch.

* * *

March 5th, 2005
Location Unknown
Southern Africa

“You can stop this,” Nures’ voice said as the second man in as many minutes penetrated Angelina Jolie’s pussy and started savagely fucking away. Angelina was taking things rather in stride – Stall suspected she’d been involved in more than one gang bang in her life.

Marissa, on the other hand, was weeping silently as the third man to rape her shot his load deep into her cunt. Stall had never been able to piece together too many facts about Marissa’s past, but he thought he’d heard her comment once or twice about being raped before.

And, of course, Marissa had worked as a prostitute in France, so she was no stranger to rough sex. But this wasn’t going well for her, and Stall could see on her face that she was suffering.
“I’m not the ambassador!” Stall screamed. “I can’t give you what you want!”

Nures was silent for a moment, looking the girls over as his men – there were at least seven of them within the lighted area now, and most likely more waiting a turn in the darkness.

“Perhaps we need to take this to the next level,” Nures said. He barked out a command or two in a tongue Stall didn’t know, and suddenly two more men arrived in the lighted area. Both sported large cocks, eight or nine inches long easily. Stall had always assumed any man that large worked in the porn industry, but he supposed Vivid Video didn’t get out into the African Badlands that often when recruiting.

The two men moved quickly to stand right next to the women, right by their heads. With a sinking feeling, Stall guessed what was to come next.

“You stick that monster down my throat,” Angelina said, “And I’ll bite it off and eat it for breakfast.”

“You bite it off, and we murder your blonde companion,” Nures said. “And after that, the Ambassador here will start to loose fingers.”

“You motherfucker,” Angelina spat. “He’s telling the truth! He’s not an ambassador!”

The two men grabbed Angelina and Marissa by their heads, and slowly started forcing their monster cocks down the women’s throats. Stall watched as the two girls accepted the force oral sex without putting up a fight. They were still getting raped in their pussies, more and more or Nures’ men lining up to get at them.

Oddly, in the back of his head, Stall wished he had even one of his hidden cameras, if for no other reason than to grab shots of Angelina Jolie getting gang-banged.

The man fucking Angelina’s pussy pulled out and shot a load over her naked body, coating her stomach with cum before stepping back and being replaced by yet another rapist.

“You must enjoy seeing women treated this way,” Nures said from off to Stall’s left. “I admit, it is how women should be treated. Nothing but objects to be used. Perhaps, if there’s anything left of them when my men are done, I’ll use them myself. They are – or at least were – fine specimens.”

“You bloody asshole,” Stall muttered.

“Now there’s an idea,” Nures replied. He barked again, and suddenly Marissa and Angelina were flipped over, their rear ends now sticking up towards their attackers.

“No!” Marissa called out. “Not there! Please, not there!”

* * *

March 5th, 2005
Equality Park,
Capetown, South Africa

“Right there. Oh, god yes, right there!”

Michael Burke’s ass was cold. Seated on a small metal chair, his naked rear end was pressed down firmly onto the cool metal as Thandie Newton grinded her cunt down on his cock. Her dressing room hadn’t included a bed – she had a hotel for that, but it had been too far away when Lambert’s chemical had taken over the starlet’s mind and libido. With little more than the ground or the chair to fuck on, the chair had seemed rather appealing. Especially considering that the floor was more or less just flat dirt. Apparently, they could hand out walls, but flooring was another issue.

Not that Burke was complaining. Indeed, it was hard to argue with the lithe body on his lap. Thandie’s bug-bite breasts and nipples stared him in the face, and he frequently sucked them into his mouth, kissing and fondling them like the treasures they were. His hands, for the most part, were wrapped around Thandie’s ass, holding the woman tight to him as she grinded herself down atop his rock hard shaft.

So this was what it was like to be Richard Stall.

“Oh, god, yes! Right there. That’s the spot,” Thandie moaned again as her G-spot pressed against Michael’s dick. Thandie was beautiful. Naked she was stunningly beautiful. Riding your cock like a champion cowgirl, she was a flat out goddess. Michael was ready to convert any second now.

Suddenly, Thandie shifted just wrong, and the two new lovers fell to the ground. A slight cloud of dust blew up around them, but Thandie wouldn’t stop thrusting. Dirt and grime clung to the sweat on their bodies, but Burke didn’t mind.

Suddenly, she pulled off him. He stared up at her, dumbfounded.

“My ass,” she whispered, getting down on all fours. “Fuck my ass.”

“Are you sure?” Burke asked, moving around behind her.

“Yes,” Thandie hissed.

Burke positioned his already lubricated cock at the tiny puckering of Thandie’s ass and slowly started to push his manhood into her. Thandie gasped at first, pain creasing her face. But she pushed her rear end back towards Burke, encouraging him to continue his efforts. Slowly, surely, he managed to get his entire shaft up her rear end.

“You’re so big,” Thandie moaned as Michael slowly started to withdraw his cock. As he reached the head of his dick, he changed direction and slid back into her, a little faster this time.

“You’re taking too long,” she said. “Fuck me. Now!”

Burke blinked at that, but decided to follow the woman’s wishes. Quickly, he thrust his entire length deep into her ass, and was rewarded with a passionate moan.

“That’s it! Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard!” Thandie cried aloud.

* * *

March 5th, 2005
Location Unknown
Southern Africa

“That’s it! Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard!”

For once, Nures was silent. So was Stall. Even the men currently raping Marissa had stopped their work, and were staring at Angelina Jolie, and the young African man raping her ass.

Or, rather, just fucking it. Angelina was clearly getting off on the deal.

“Seems that little plan backfired on you,” Stall said finally, watching as the young man finally shot his load deep into Angelina’s rear.

“Shut up,” Nures said. “The blonde doesn’t seem to enjoy it as much.”

“You don’t seem to get it,” Stall said, trying hard to get back some of his usual bluster. Nures was nothing more than a businessman looking for a product and unwilling to pay for it. Stall didn’t have whatever it was Nures wanted, but perhaps there was something else he could give the man.

“Give me what I want,” Nures said, his voice loud in Stall’s right ear.

“I don’t have what you want,” Stall said, watching as the men shoved each other out of the way to become the next to rape/fuck Angelina’s ass. The tattooed brunette seemed willing to welcome just about anyone as long as she got off while doing it.

“You are the Ambassador!” Nures screamed.

“No, I’m not!” Stall shot back. “I can give you millions of pounds if that’s what you want, but I’ve got no standing with the English government!”

“I don’t believe you!” Nures shouted.

“It’s the truth,” Stall said, sighing. “You have to believe me.”

Suddenly, there was a sharp, cool touch at Stall’s throat. Nures was holding a knife to him.

“If you aren’t the Ambassador, you’re no use to me.”

“Aren’t I? Just because I’m not politically connected doesn’t mean there aren’t people looking for me. Or that I can’t help you.”

“I don’t need your money,” Nures muttered.

“But I bet you could use my fifteen minutes of fame,” Stall said.

The blade left his throat.

“Go on,” Nures said.

* * *

March 5th, 2005
Equality Park,
Capetown, South Africa

“The next time you’re in New York,” Thandie said, “Look me up. I could always use a good fuck like that.”

Considering that Thandie was naked and hiding her body behind the barely opened door to her “Dressing room,” Burke was in no condition to refuse.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said. She smiled at him, turn around to give one last look at her shapely ass, and then closed the door almost in his face.

“Well,” Burke replied. “That was fun.”

“Sure looked like it,” Lambert’s voice echoed in Burke’s ear. “I got some quality shots of the whole thing.”

“Were the cameras set up in good spots? There wasn’t many places to put stuff.”

“Well, when you were fucking her ass in the dirt, one camera had nothing by the top of YOUR ass. But the other one got all the good stuff, so it’ll go over well. Mr. Stall will be happy to see it.”

“Any word on Mr. Stall and the others yet?” Burke asked, trying hard not to let his hopes up yet.”

“Officially, no,” Lambert replied.

“What about unofficially?” Burke asked.

“That’s another story,” Lambert said. And from his voice, Burke could tell he had news.

* * *

March 5th, 2005
Location Unknown
Southern Africa

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Marissa Call muttered as she rubbed her wrists.

“Would you rather go back to your table?” Stall asked.

“I’d rather be wearing clothes,” Marissa muttered. “Some of these guys look like they haven’t finished with me yet.”

Stall nodded, and looked over towards the wall of the small cabin they were now in. Angelina Jolie stood there, clothed in a rather simple white T-shirt and a pair of pants that were two sizes too big for her. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she’d been allowed to wash off the cum that had gathered on her face.

She didn’t look ready to go to the Oscars, but she looked ready to make a passionate plea for understanding to a large TV audience. Which, whenever this tape aired, would be right where the starlet would be headed.

“Remember,” Nures told Angelina. “Say only what we told you to say, or your two friends die. To emphasize the point, the guards watching Stall and Marissa leveled their pistols at them. “Of course, my men will get their fill of the girl first, but she won’t get off that table alive.”

“Don’t hurt them,” Angelina said. “I’ll do what you ask. Just don’t hurt them.”

“Then talk,” Nures said, motioning towards the camera man.

“And let’s hope this works,” Stall muttered to Marissa.

“My name is Angelina Jolie,” the starlet started. She looked directly into the camera and kept reading, as if from a script. “And I’m here to tell you about the Tswana Rebellion…”

To Be Continued…

Don’t read this if you’re under 18 and don’t try this at home. This is a
special favor for a
friend who wanted something hot with her and Angelina. So, here you are and hope
you like it.
Enjoy.

It was a nice, warm day in San Diego, a breeze cutting through the heat,
making it a nice
day to take a walk without getting too hot, just the way Angie liked it. The
short but leggy and
energetic woman with the long curly red hair sipped at her drink as she made her
way down the
street. She was wearing a light white shirt and dark shorts that showed off her
legs, trying to get a
little exercise done before heading to her apartment.

She was passing by a small park, not too crowded this time of day when she
just happened
to glance to the side and stopped. She saw a man and a woman sitting at a bench
under a tree,
protected by the shade and enjoying the quiet section to the park. The man was
just a middle-aged
man, wearing light slacks and a golf shirt while talking to a woman. But what a
woman. Dressed
in a light outfit that in no way hid the incredibly shapely body underneath,
short dark hair framing
a beautiful face highlighted by a pair of large and pouty lips.

Angie felt her jaw drop as she saw the woman. She recognized her
immediately, how
could she not? Angelina Jolie, her all-time favorite actresses, a woman she’d
been obsessing over
for years, only a few feet away from her.

Angie felt her mouth go dry at the sight of her. She’d had the hots for
Angelina ever since
she’d seen her in “Hackers,” years ago. “Gia,” with its great shots of Angelina
in all her nude
glory and lesbian scenes was a treasured spot in her video collection and she’d
practically wept
when Angelina had won the Oscar for “Girl Interrupted.” And she’d seen Tomb
Raider almoost
seven times already. And now, the girl of her dreams was only a few feet away.

Fighting the butterflies in her stomach, Angie walked over, licking her
lips as she tried to
calm herself. She had to talk to Angelina, she just had to, this was too good to
pass up. Sure, it’d
be better if the two could have some fun but Angie was willing to settle for an
autograph. She
came up as the conversation between Angelina and her friend had reached a lull
and spoke. “Ms.
Jolie?”

Angelina turned to look at her and Angie’s mouth went dry again, her throat
jumping as
she stared into that gorgeous face. “M….my…..my name is Angie. I am such a
big fan, oh God, I
have seen everything you’ve ever been in, I just had to talk to you, I can’t
believe you’re here, oh,
I love you so much!”

Angie put a hand over her mouth, not believing she’d just said that. She
felt incredible relief
as Angelina smiled and waved a hand over. “Here, have a seat, you join our
discussion.”

Angie was more than happy to sit, seeing as how her knees felt weak. She
sat down across
from Angelina, the man between them smiling at her. “This is Jerry,” Angie
nodded. “Buddy of
mine, wanted to get together with me quick long as I was in town.”

“Hi,” Angie said, giving him a brief glance.

“Jerry here’s been spinning me some cock and bull story about his job,”
Angelina said,
sipping at her coffee.

“Really?” Angie said, actually interested. “What do you do?”
“A hypnotist,” Jerry said.

“Really?” Angie said, interested. “Wow, I kind of like reading on stuff
like that.”

“Yeah, but it’s all bullshit,” Angelina said. “I mean, there’s no way you
could just put
someone under and make them do anything.”

“Okay,” Jerry nodded. “How about I prove it?”

“Excuse me?” Angelina said, raising an eyebrow.

“I’ll hypnotize you right here and now,” Jerry said in a challenging tone.
“I’ll put you right
under and see what happens. Angie here can be a witness.” He turned to Angie.
“You don’t
mind, do you?”

“Um, no,” Angie said, not believing she was hearing this.

“Well?” Jerry said back to Angelina. “What do you think?”

Angelina bit a pouty lip and then nodded. “Okay. Do your worst.”

Nodding, Jerry reached into his pocket and pulled out a bright golden watch
attached to a
long chain that he held up before Angelina’s face. The actress rolled her eyes
and shook her head.
“Come on, this is such bullshit.”

“You said you wanted to try,” Jerry pointed out. “Now, just relax,
Angelina. Just try to
relax now and watch the watch, just watch the watch, Angelina, just watch the
watch. Just relax
and watch the watch.” He jerked the chain and started to swing the watch back
and forth before
Angelina’s face, her eyes following its swinging motions. “Just watch the watch
carefully,
Angelina, just watch it swing back and forth, back and forth, just watch the
watch, Angelina, just
watch it swing, back and forth, back and forth, just watch the watch swing,
Angelina, just watch it
swing, back and forth, back and forth.

“It’s so relaxing to watch it swing, Angelina, so relaxing to watch it
swing. As you watch
it swing back and forth, back and forth, you’re feeling very relaxed, Angelina,
very relaxed, sleepy
in fact, you’re feeling sleepy, Angelina, you’re feeling very, very sleepy, very
sleepy as you watch
it swing back and forth, back and forth, just keep watching it swing and feel
very sleepy,
Angelina, feel very, very sleepy as you watch it swing.”

Angie couldn’t believe this. She was watching Angelina Jolie being
hypnotized right in
front of her. Angelina’s eyes were drooping, fixed on the swinging watch and the
blank look was
making Angie feel so wet right now. She had to admit, it was hot to watch,
Angelina’s face
becoming more and more blank as she watched the watch swing before her. Angie
had to admit, it
was something to watch, the nice way the watch glinted in a patch of light with
every arc, back
and forth, back and forth, it was so nice to watch.

“Sleepy, Angelina, you’re feeling so very, very sleepy, so very sleepy,
Angelina, so very,
very sleepy. Your eyes are so heavy, Angelina, so very heavy, your eyes are so
heavy and you’re
so sleepy, Angelina, so very, very sleepy. Close your eyes, Angelina, close your
heavy, heavy eyes
and sleep, Angelina, go into a nice, deep sleep, a deep sleep, Angelina, just go
into a deep sleep.”

Angelina’s eyes fluttered shut, her head slumping slightly as Angie felt
herself almost
ready to come right then and there at the sigh. “Wow,” she whispered, watching
the watch
continue to swing right before Angelina’s sleeping face. “That was….I……”

“Nice, isn’t it?” Jerry nodded. He turned to Angie, the watch still
swinging, only now in
her face. Angie felt her eyes automatically go to it, following its swinging
motions before her
eyes. “Just watch it, Angie,” Jerry said in a soft voice. “Just watch the watch
swing, back and
forth, back and forth, just watch it swing, Angie, just watch it swing back and
forth, back and
forth. You’re so sleepy now, Angie, you’re so very sleepy, so very, very sleepy,
your eyes are so
heavy, Angie, so very heavy, so sleepy, you’re so very, very sleepy, you should
close your heavy
eyes and sleep, Angie, you should close your heavy, heavy eyes and sleep, go
into a deep, deep
sleep.”

Angie wasn’t even aware of her eyes shutting, unaware of anything except
the incredible
sleepiness she suddenly felt. Her head slumped, Jerry’s voice flowing into her
ears, making her fall
deeper and deeper into a trance state, her body slumping in the seat as Jerry
brought her down
deep, so deep that she never even heard him say “Okay, she’s under, you can quit
acting.”

“I do, I’m out of work,” Angelina smiled as she opened her eyes and looked
at Angie.
“You sure she’s under?”

“Unlike you, she wasn’t faking,” Jerry said as he lowered the watch. “She’s
very
suggestible, excellent subject, I have to say. Yes, she’s under.”

“Thanks, Jerry,” Angelina said. “You picked up the cue right away.”

“Well, I do know you,” Jerry smiled. “When you brought it up, I had an idea
what you
wanted.” He looked over at Angie and smiled. “Very nice. If I wasn’t as gay as a
French horn, I’d
be going for her myself.”

“And not me?” Angelina said jokingly.

“Well……” Jerry smiled. “Anything you want to do?”

“Just questions,” Angelina said.

Nodding, Jerry turned back to the entranced Angie. “Angie, in a moment, you
will hear
Angelina’s voice. You will listen to it and answer anything she says truthfully,
do you
understand?”

“Yes…..” Angie whispered, eyes still shut.

Smiling, Angelina leaned in closely. “Angie, when you said you loved me,
did you mean
that?”

“Yes….” Angie whispered. “I’ve wanted you….for years……”

“Really,” Angelina said, smiling. She glanced at Jerry and nodded. “I think
Billy would
understand a little exception here.” She turned back to Angie and spoke. “Angie,
do you want me
to make love to you?”

“Oh, yes….” Angie said, slight excitement on her face. “Please,
yes……”

Angelina held out her hand. Without a word, Jerry put the watch into it as
she rose.
“Angie, open your eyes,” Angelina said. “Open your eyes but remain deeply
asleep.” Angie did so,
her eyes instantly hooking onto and widening at the watch swinging before her.

“Listen carefully, Angie,” Angelina said. “You will follow me to my hotel
now, you will
follow me and you’ll do what I say, you’ll do whatever I say, Angie.”

“Whatever….you say…..” Angie whispered as Angelina and she rose up.
“Check you later,
Jerry,” Angelina said as she took Angie by the arm and led her away.

Angelina’s hotel wasn’t too far away, which was a good thing since she
didn’t relish the
idea of taking a hypnotized woman halfway across town with no one noticing. But
soon, she was
in her massive suite, Angie walking behind her with stiff movements. Angelina
had felt herself
getting hotter the entire walk over and couldn’t take it anymore. In seconds,
she had stripped
away her clothes, revealing her incredible body, all its magnificent tattoos on
display as she slowly
moved to the oblivious Angie.

Angelina held the watch back up and Angie instantly focused on it, deep in
a trance as
Angelina put a hand on her shoulder. Firmly, Angelina pushed Angie down onto her
knees, the
redhead staring up at the swinging watch. “You want me, don’t you, Angie? You
want me to
make love to you right now, don’t you?”

“Yes…..” Angie whispered.

“You don’t mind if you’re my love slave, do you, Angie?”

“No….”

“You want to be my love slave, don’t you?”

“Yes….Please…..”

“Call me Mistress, Slave Angie.”

“Yes….Mistress…..”

Angelina slowly lowered the watch and backed up a bit. “Take off all your
clothes from
where you are, Angie.” The shirt was simple to go, as was the bra, revealing
Angie’s pert breasts.
Her skirt unhooked and she had to work a bit to slide the panties off while
kneeling to show off
her red bush. She knelt, naked and wide-eyed, waiting for another order.

It wasn’t long in coming as Angelina lay down on the bed, legs spread.
“Come over here
and lick my breasts, Angie,” she commanded and Angie moved up, crawling onto the
bed and
moving her head down to Angelina’s ample bosom. Her tongue reached out and
licked the
nipples, tightening them under her touch as he hands reached over to push
Angelina’s breasts
together hard, letting her lick at the soft curves.

Angelina sighed and cupped Angie’s buttocks, holding her in as she licked
at her tits, their
pussies rubbing together in a way Angelina just loved. She let Angie keep on
licking away at her,
hands and tongue sliding over her tits for almost two minutes before bringing
her up, pulling her
in so she could kiss her on the mouth. An electric thrill went through the two
women as
Angelina’s amazing lips pressed on Angie’s, tongues mingling in a kiss that
lasted several minutes,
broken only by the occasional need for oxygen.

“Sit on my face, Slave Angie,” Angelina said huskily. Instantly, her face
was covered by
Angie’s red-haired pussy as the hypnotized woman sat upon her. Angelina’s hands
immediately
went around to Angie’s buttocks, spreading the cheeks as she tried to lick all
of the pussy she
could. Damn, she was hot and she could tell Angie was too, her slit already
soaked and ready for
Angelina’s tongue, which drove in and out of the red snatch.

Angie moaned as she felt Angelina lick away at her and then gasped as she
felt Angelina’s
fingers slide into her ass, wiggling inside. Angelina was betting this was
turning Angie’s arousal
on further and she’d win that bet. Angie moaned, rocking back and forth on
Angelina’s face, her
clit rubbing on her tongue, Angelina licking her cunt out as hard as she could,
her fingers digging
into Angie’s asshole, wiggling inside to turn her on further. With a shriek,
Angie arched her back
as she came, unleashing her juices onto Angelina’s face.

After licking all the cum she could, Angelina gently but firmly pushed
Angie off of her,
then brought her back down to her chest. She let Angie lick at her breasts a
little more before
pushing her away again. Angelina turned around on the bed so she was lying on
her stomach, her
round ass right in Angie’s face. “Lick me from here,” she commanded. “Kiss my
ass and cunt,
Slave Angie!”

“Yes, Mistress,” Angie whispered as she moved herself down, pushing her
face right to
Angelina’s rear end. She started to lay kisses down on the buttocks, moving all
around Angelina’s
ass until she could push her mouth to her pussy. Her tongue immediately started
to lick at it,
sliding up and down Angelina’s opening, the feeling turning the actress on
immensely. She sighed,
rubbing herself on the sheets, encouraging Angie to keep on licking.

The hypnotized redhead rubbed and squeezed Angie’s buttocks hard, trying to
urge the
dark-haired actress to come soon. Angelina was trying to hold it in, wanting
this to last as long as
possible, loving the idea of a hypnotized woman having her face in Angelina’s
ass, licking and
rubbing and kissing as hard as she could. Angelina closed her eyes as she
started to feel herself
begin to let loose, tiny spurts of juices coming onto Angie’s face. She tried to
hold it in as long as
possible but one stab of Angie’s tongue into her clit combined with a squeeze of
her cheeks and
Angelina was coming, blasting her orgasm onto Angie’s face.

They made love for the rest of the afternoon and most of the night, in
every position
possible. In the shower, washing each other’s chests and backs. Back on the bed
in a 69. Angelina
sitting on Angie and pulling her pussy up to lick at her. Angie licking
Angelina’s breasts while
being fingered and much, much more.

Finally, Angelina lay on her, waving the watch before Angie’s face. “You
will remember
this,” she said softly. “You will remember this but will be unable to tell
anyone about it, none of it
to anyone. But you will always know you are mine, you will always know you’re my
slave. Even
if you’re with other women, I’ll always be the one you think of, I’ll always be
the one you think of
when you finger yourself to sleep every night. When I call you, you’ll come to
me, no matter
where I am or what you’re doing, you’ll come to me. Always remember that, Angie.
Always.”

Angelina smiled and leaned down to kiss Angie again. She could have made
her forget
everything but this was so much more fun. Now, Angie would go through her days
remembering
the incredible pleasure of being a slave to her idol. And how that would thrill
her no matter what.
How many other stars could be so literal when they said they owned their fans?

Angie, this one’s for you. Hope you liked it.