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Subject: {ASSM} Celeb: Starfuck: Jeri Ryan
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Starfuck: Jeri Ryan
by Mephistopheles
MC/MMMM/F/RP/HUM

The following story is not to be read by anyone under 18, if it is illegal
for you to view this in your area, if you find these situations unpleasant
or offensive then you obviously won't enjoy reading this story, so don't
read it go elsewhere. Remember this story contains explicit descriptions of
non-consensual sex and humiliation, my stories are not intended to promote
rape or other nasty things; its just fiction

The author takes no responsibility for any illegalities arising from the
viewing of this story
If this offends you, please go away and look elsewhere.

This is FICTION.

Finally if you're tempted to recreate any of the following scenes, your
psychiatrist
is going to be a very rich happy bunny......

The Starfuck Premise:  All you need know is that in order for mind control
to be established he must have skin-to-skin (even for a split second)
contact to establish control over the selected target.

Find the whole Starfuck collection and many more celeb stories at

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MJ11Storygroup/


Starfuck: Jeri Ryan
by Mephistopheles

Jeri Ryan took the world by storm when she was first introduced into 'Star
Trek Voyager' in 1997.

Considering 'Voyager' is allegedly Trek's feminist project, it's ironic - a
quite delicious irony - that it took a
blond bombshell in a tight catsuit to boost the ratings.

Then again, how could anyone possibly resist the phenomenal Borg-Babe?

Her biggest assets were those incredibly tight catsuits; which in turn
emphasised her other considerable assets - T & A.

Not me certainly.

With her face - and body - plastered over every other magazine, it didn't
take long for me to develop an interest.

Thankfully the internet provided me with ample opportunity to study her
every curve, crammed as it is with
infinite angles of that wonderful bust through those infamous catsuits.

Fortunately, unlike my fellow net-surfers, I don't need to dribble over a
collection of photographs - I'd rather drool over the body of the genuine
article......

I encounter Jeri Ryan off-set of an VH1 special that she was presenting.

Under my influence, she opts to lose the conservative garb, going instead
with a tiny bikini - as a result, a quite substantial
portion of very appealing flesh is on display.

The ensuing beach volleyball game is my gift to all those Seven-of-Nine fans
out there.......

As soon as shooting wraps, I escort Jeri to my car.

Once there, she strips, allowing me to gaze at those large tits and the thin
strip of short blond hair between her legs.

Rather than have her sit next to me, I have her kneel down and suck me off
while I drive.

Her mouth feels good as she works my entire length into her mouth.

She looks absolutely adorable, clad only in a pair of killer shades, head
bobbing up and down on my cock.

I need apply no physical pressure; she is moving at exactly the right speed,
compelled by my mere thought.

Slowing the car, I begin to come.

Jeri obediently moves me deeper into her throat, allowing me to shoot my cum
directly into her stomach.

I love the feel as she gags silently.

After she has cleaned me up, I sit her in the passenger chair and command
her to masturbate.

She sets to it with evident relish, and, pretty soon her head is jerking
back and forth as an orgasm
approaches.

Other drivers can't take their eyes off of her; a beautiful blond, decked
out in cool ray-bans, jacking herself
off in the front seat of an open top sports-car - and those who recognise
her realise this sight is an even bigger treat.

Committed though she is, I prevent her from reaching orgasm; aware that her
frustration is making her insatiable.

Insatiability I can use......

Arriving at my apartment, we immediately retire to the bedroom.
Standing right behind her, I begin to grope those large breasts, while my
penis pokes into her back.

Turning her about, I take a nipple into my mouth, sucking it gently, before
biting down upon it.

In that moment, I have turned her into a masochist.

 From now on all types of pain, so long as they are inflicted upon her by
others, will provide an immense thrill.

To demonstrate, I grind her nipple between my teeth.

Her cry of sheer delight is music to my ears.....

Moving to the bed, I position her so that I can slide my cock between her
tits.

Pushing them together with my hands, I begin to fuck her chest.

While I am so engaged, she raises her head, her tongue flicking over my cock
every time it gets within range.

As I near my climax, I allow her to orgasm, and she gratefully shudders with
pleasure at the release.

This pushes me to the edge and I begin to come; all over her tits, her hair,
and on to that icily beautiful face....

When she has cleaned up, I have her dress in one of Seven's catsuits - Grey
and exceedingly fitting - It fits her like a dream; in theory she is
dressed, in practise the costume leaves precious little to the imagination.

Her erect nipples make a sizeable impression on the material, while her arse
cheeks are separated by a very evident cleft.

For all the protection the suit offers, Ms Ryan might as well be naked.

Having got the look, it is a simple matter to submerge her personality, and
replace it with that of Seven-of-Nine.

To all intents and purposes, Jeri Ryan no longer exists; she has become Borg
Babe.

Of course, regardless of her personality, she is still completely enslaved
to my will.....

The car journey is relatively uneventful.

I content myself with easing Jeri's - or Seven's, as she is henceforth to be
known - hand into my pants to jerk me off.

She is quite beautiful; icily detached, staring straight ahead through the
windscreen, her face a mask of complete
disinterest, while her left arm jerks me off.

Even this movement is cool, steady, mechanical.

I select the seediest bar I can find.

A real flea-pit.

Advertised by a gaudy neon sign, 'The Meagre Beaver' certainly doesn't
disappoint.

Living up to its title, there are no women to be found within the premises;
indeed, judging by the motley group of nanderthals
to be found clustered around the joint's sole attraction - a tatty old pool
table - women might well be thought an extinct species in these parts.

As one might expect, Seven's entrance into this environment proves
explosive. As their attention is understandably arrested, I stroll into the
bar entirely unnoticed. Seven stops at the table, scooping the cue ball up
in her hand.

She now has their undivided attention - as if she didn't have already.

A short fat man is the first to speak. "What's your name, sweetcakes?"

Every eye in the room is upon her, every penis raised in her honour, yet her
delivery is cool as a cucumber.

If any word can capture her essence, excusing the more obvious
appreciations, it would have to be unflappable.
She turns to the man nearest to her - an oily youth of maybe twenty years -
steps forward until she is inches from his quivering bosom, and eyes him
with complete disdain.

Without warning, her hands grip his head and pull it to her own.

She kisses him, slowly. Sexily.
Breaking their embrace, she throws him to the floor.

Her eyes scan the other seven men in the room - sizing them up, and, to
judge from the icy veneer, reaching an unsatisfactory conclusion.

"Resistance is futile."

In an instant, she is grabbed from behind, her arms twisted painfully behind
her back. The oily youth picks himself up, walks up to the helpless Seven,
and strikes her hard across the right cheek.

He hits her again and again, muttering abuse as he does so.
"Shit! I think the bitch likes it!"
They stop and stare. While he has been hitting her, Seven has began to rub
her arse against her captor's jean covered erection, working it in between
her arse cheeks.

They begin to realise what they have got on their hands....
"Let's see if she digs this."

A stocky, middle-aged man step forward, brandishing a flick knife.

Slowly, he begins to drag the blade down Seven's uniform, slicing through
the material, and, occasionally,
nicking Seven's skin.

As the blade reaches her stomach, she suddenly twists herself free, striking
the knife from the hand of her
assailant.

Almost as quickly, she is recaptured; three men wrestle her to the floor.
"No. Not the floor. Stick her on the table."
Helpless, Seven is hoisted into the air, before being placed on her back on
top of the green felt.

Her arms and legs are held firm as the rest of her uniform is cut and torn
from her body.

For a moment, they are content to merely admire her perfection, but then one
of the cues is passed to the front.
"Fuck the bitch with this!"
The cue is inverted, and the thick end is pressed up to Seven's cunt.

Suddenly, it is pushed into her, the wielder twisting it sharply like a
cork-screw to get its full width in.

For all her icy cool, Seven screams just like anyone else.

The cue is ripping her inside out, and yet, despite herself, she
feels.....aroused.

She begins to gently buck against the cue, gently, but noticeable.
"Hot damn!"
"The bitch likes it!"
"Look at her go!"
"Give the lady what she wants!"
The cue is pulled out with one swift jerk, a painful procedure for Seven,
but she does not remain empty for long.

This time it is a thick cock that pushes into her pussy.

Simultaneously, her head is grasped, pulled back and a cock is inserted into
her open mouth.

As the two men set to work on these orifices, two cocks are pressed into her
open hands.

She responses by wrapping her hands around them and beginning to wank.

 From my vantage point, I watch this impressive sight. Seven-of-Nine is laid
out on the pool table, cocks fucking her cunt
and mouth, jerking off another cock in each hand, while the remainder of the
gang wank over her prostate form.

I browse through her mind, reaching the part of Jeri Ryan that is conscious
of her surroundings.

She is terrified, disgusted, yet, perversely turned on......

She realises that this is what she deserves.

Flaunting her body every week on 'Voyager', what else could she expect?

If you dress like a slut....

It is this final rationalisation that I shall promote; it can be used to
convince Jeri Ryan into a gang-bang hungry slut.

Fitting retribution for this haughty, blond, cock-teaser.....


The End

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