This is my first sequel – a follow-up to the earlier Brooke Satchwell
tale – I guess it must be that new short haircut…… Anyway, I’ve had
a lot of requests to include a few of the other ‘Neighbours’ regulars.
It’s not essential to read the prequel, though if you’re a Satchwell
fan, you know where to find it……
It is ridiculously simple to re-establish control of young Brooke
Satchwell. No sooner am I back in the country (an alluring mix of
business and pleasure) than I can feel her mind. It was an easy matter
to persuade her to come to my apartment; allowing us to catch up on the
latest developments.
Her appearance has changed radically since I left her. I am sure you
have all taken note of her new short haircut – a look that highlights
her youthfulness. However, her off-set demeanour is radically
different. Gone is the loose fitting casual wear, replaced by a
figure-hugging mini and ludicrously tight tank-top. She has become a
cock-teaser. These changes are the direct result of my re-programming;
before I left, I gave instructions that she was to bed her male
co-stars, particularly the married ones….. As I debrief her (in both
senses of the word), she tells me of her conquests. They have all
succumbed to her; even Ian Smith – proving himself altogether more
carnal than his on-screen character, Harold Bishop. Particularly
pleasing was her triumph at the Australian television awards – a gong
she won through her willingness to suck the judges. Speaking of
which…….
Her new haircut is a revelation. Short and fashionable, it ensures she
has nothing to hide behind while delivering a blow-job. Her eyes remain
open, looking at me all the time. A slight smile curves around my cock
as she deep throats – her technique has undeniably improved. Practise
makes perfect…….
We travel by train. I usually opt-out of public transport, but with a
trophy as exquisite as Brooke, one simply has to show it off. I have
reverted her mind back to its earlier state – as such, she is now
shockingly aware of her actions in the last few months. Inwardly, she
is in turmoil, recoiling in shame and horror; externally, nothing has
changed. Although she has her mind back, I am very much in control of
her body.
She is dressed in an orange t-shirt and blue denim shorts. Both items
are, naturally, ridiculously tight, designed for a girl several years
younger. As a result, they cling nicely; showing off her bum and tits –
she has been denied the use of underwear. Thus, on this sweltering day,
her shirt has grown sweaty and semi-transparent – her nipples poke
through the thin material with unconstrained relish.
These clothes are designed to attract attention and Brooke knows it.
She squirms uncomfortably in her seat, unable to preserve what little
modesty she has left without my say so. Unfortunately, her worst fears
are realised as she is recognised…..
A group of five teenagers have spotted my companion, moved opposite us,
and are now leering at her scantily clad body. They are archetypal
adolescents; greasy and acne ridden – evidently unable to believe their
good fortune. Brooke’s discomfort has increased exponentially; a
position heightened further by her admirers deciding to serenade her
with obscenities. Her inability to respond only serves as
encouragement.
– Nice outfit, Brooke.
– How come you don’t wear that on tv?
– Nice tits!
– Wanna come sit on my lap, sweetie?
– Wanna show us your tits?
Surrounded by this pack of wolves, I can tell that Brooke is terrified.
Her eyes plead with me, an attempt to appeal to what little humanity I
possess. An attempt doomed to failure.
“Acknowledge your fans, Brooke. If there’s one thing I can’t stand,
it’s a star who snubs her fanbase.”
Her sexy half smile serves to increase the obscenities hurled at her
person;
– Those titties real?
– Why don’t you come over here so we can find out?
“I don’t think they’re going to be content with just your
autograph…..”
Helpless to resist, Brooke gets to her feet, and, with a slap to the
bum to send her on her way, walks over to her admirers. She looks so
cute as she wriggles down to sit in between them. She looks the leader
in the eyes before speaking in a soft, coquettish tone;
“Wanna see if they’re real?”
Of course, this is not the real Brooke Satchwell speaking. Inwardly,
she is recoiling with disgust at the thought of inviting these boys to
do things to her. She cannot help herself; in essence but an actor
reading her lines…….
The lads don’t have to be asked twice. Soon, she is being groped both
through and beneath her t-shirt, while her body is manoeuvred to allow
access to her little shorts. Frustrated by the tightness, the boys soon
pull these shorts down her long tanned legs, while the shirt is torn
from her body. They are pleasantly surprised to find her naked
beneath…….
Pushing her to her feet, one of the gangs lies on his back on the seat.
Brooke is then lifted onto him; his dick pushing easily into her
lubricated cunt. As she lies on top, her ass cheeks are spread as,
first a finger, then a cock penetrates her hole. Her moans are quickly
silenced by the application of a further cock to her mouth. Sitting
barely six feet away, I am given an excellent view of the gang-banging
of this hot Australian starlet. Nor am I alone. Before long, this
performance has gather quite a crowd of male on-lookers; each taking his
turn at one of her three orifices.
The show carries on until we reach our stop. At this point, I step in;
blanking everybody’s mind while I escort a rather sore Brooke to the
exit. I allow two of our juvenile friends – now also under my control –
to accompany us. Our first port of call is a clothes shop – I think
Brooke Satchwell turning up at the set stark naked would set a few too
many tongues wagging. While this embarrassment might be enjoyable in
itself, I have altogether bigger plans for young Miss Satchwell today.
She is going to act as bait – gaining me access to a few of her friends
/ co-stars…….
Naturally enough, we bring the party back to my apartment. Fortunately
it is open plan – allowing us plenty of space. We’ll need it. As I
finish checking the six video cameras strategically positioned around
the room, I allow myself a moment to reflect upon the star studded line
up I have assembled.
In the cock corner we have Alan and Bill – the two teenagers we picked
up earlier – not to mention my own good self. Brooke is obviously
present – still obeying my will reluctantly. However, we have gathered
a few more ‘Neighbours’ starlets in the intervening hours; Nicola
Charles (Sarah Beaumont), Jacinta Stapleton (Amy Greenwood), Rebecca
Ritters (Hannah Martin) & Kym Valentine (Libby Kennedy) – sit scattered
across the room, bound, blindfolded, and gagged. Although I used my
abilities to led them here, I have chosen to give them back free will –
once they were properly attired, of course. Kym is dressed in her
trademark outfit – tight jeans and a small purple pullover, through
which her nipples are ardently poking. The others are clad in bikini’s
– even Brooke is wearing the blue two piece that won her such attention
in the first place……
Starting the small handheld camcorder with which I am going to get up
close and personal with the girls, I allow the orgy to commence………
Alan and Bill immediately move for Nicola and Rebecca. Alan soon has
his cock out, and, after a few helpful ‘suggestions’ has lodged it down
Nicola’s throat. With her hands bound behind her back, she does the
best she can, maintaining her balance only through Alan’s steadying
influence. Bill has drawn Rebecca to her feet and is in the process of
removing her bra. I step closer, recording for posterity the moment
when little Hannah Martin’s tits are unveiled. I am pleasantly
surprised. Despite her excessively youthful looks – heightened by her
chipmunk features – Rebecca is the possessor of a fine rack, pert and
pliable. As Bill’s mouth moves over her nipples, his hands pull down
her yellow bikini bottom – revealing the bald cunt (through age or
design, it is difficult to tell…..) for my cameras……
Brooke, unwillingly following my commands, has led a naked Jacinta over
to the bed; tying her spread-eagled on her back between the bed-posts.
As she steps over to the cabinet for a couple of props, I zoom in on
Jacinta. Ogling her body – a light blond bush, a fairly flat chest – I
work my way up to her face. Still gagged, but with the blindfold
removed, she stares at me with a look of absolute fear. In this
position, she has lost her waspish demeanour – that look of racial
superiority so often common among icy blondes. Still, at least I am
able to confirm that her colouring is natural…….
Her eyes widen when Brooke returns. Her blue bikini has been
abandoned; replaced by a substantial strap on phallus. While I move in
for a close up, Brooke saddles Jacinta’s little chest, before removing
her gag. Jacinta’s scream of defiance is silenced as Brooke expertly
thrusts forward, forcing the tip of the dildo into her friends mouth.
Her fingers find Jacinta’s nipples, squeezing and pinching in order to
ensure compliance. In some pain, Jacinta has little option but to open
wide, allowing Brooke to edge more and more of the shaft into her mouth.
Soon, Brooke’s pubic hair – dripping with desire – is pressed against
Jacinta’s nose; some seven inches of rubber cock lodged in her friend’s
throat. I move my camera from one face to the other – taking in
Brooke’s sizeable tits, the nipples of which she is now playing with
excitedly, having ensured her friend’s acquiescence in this act of
depravity.
I hand the camera over to my slave, giving her instructions to keep
filming. Thus released from responsibility, I am free to turn my
attentions solely to the only participant still clothed – Kym Valentine.
I must confess that, prior to the arrival of Anne, Libby was my main
reason for persevering ‘Neighbours’. Over the last few years, I have
watched her character grow from schoolgirl to student – never losing the
ability to cock-tease. Onscreen, her nipples are rarely fully concealed
beneath the array of inadequate tops TPTB insist that she wears – a
situation I have attempted to replicate.
Standing directly in front of her, I reach around and grip her ass. I
am pleased to note that television for once hasn’t deceived – this peach
is nice and firm. Ripe for the fucking…… I pull her to me, pushing
my tongue into her mouth; naturally, she reciprocates. My hands run up
her body, quickly dispensing with the small sweater, I begin to massage
Kym’s sizeable, and now exposed, breasts with my hands. My thumbs find
her nipples and quickly begin to tease them into fruition. I am
rewarded with a pair of plump, pink nips; each of which I in turn take
into my mouth, sucking and lightly nibbling. Soon, I am licking her
neck, eliciting low moans of pleasure from my intoxicated companion.
Her jeans slide to the floor, followed immediately by her satin
underwear. My finger plays with her exposed pussy – surrounded by wispy
brown hair – I can feel her heat, sense her moisture…….
I lead her over to a waiting table, pushing her face down. With her
nose pressed up against the mahogany, she has little option other than
to arch her back – forcing that perfect ass high into the air. My hand
traces its way across her smooth white skin, before taking a grip of
each check and parting them – revealing her puckered little asshole for
my pleasure. Realisation begins to sink in and Kym vainly protests –
protests soon replaced by gasps of pain, then fully-fledged screams as
my cock penetrates her ass. It is with satisfaction – not to mention a
little surprise – that I note Miss Valentine has never taken it this way
before. Her channel is tight; providing superb friction as I hit my
groove, increasing the frequency of each thrust. Her screams grow
progressively louder…….
Somehow, I manage to tear my eyes away from the beautiful spectacle of
Libby Kennedy taking it like a dog; turning my attention to the
remainder of this Ramsay Street fuck-fest. I wasn’t going to miss
anything – the numerous cameras were busy saving it all for posterity –
but one doesn’t get the same atmosphere as when the event is live.
Alan, presumably having finished with Nicola’s mouth has now positioned
her on her back and is pounding her pussy with all of the frantic energy
of a fifteen year old. Something tells me he’ll be keeping Miss Charles
busy for the foreseeable future…. Bill, by contrast, has moved on to
his second starlet – trading Rebecca for Jacinta. Having tasted
artificial cock, she now has the opportunity to sample a real one –
lodged as it is deep in her throat……
This leaves Brooke and Rebecca. Brooke, following my lead, is teaching
Rebecca the joys of anal sex. Not that Rebecca seems overly
appreciative. To curb any resistance, she has been handcuffed to a bed
post and forced to lie on her stomach – a position that raises her ass
to a nicely suitable level. Brooke, still wearing her dildo like a real
cock, is riding her like a pro – gyrating her hips wildly to obtain
maximum penetration of Rebecca’s little asshole. Come to think of it,
I’m not sure who’s screaming the louder, Rebecca or Kym……
Feeling the warning spasm, I quickly pull out of Kym – creating an
audible groan of disappointment – spin her around and empty my load over
her heart shaped face. As she obediently licks me clean, I give silent
praise for the enhanced constitution that accompanies my powers – I fear
I shall need the entirety of my legendary stamina before the evening
ends……
