Anna Kournikova part two
By Will Adams and David
Late August in New York was almost always the same, hazy, hot and humid. Anna Kournikova enjoyed the city nightlife when she was here each year to participate in the US Open; she just wished it wasn't always so hot during the day. Although the weather did have its advantages, like this day for instance. The games had been delayed due to late day thunderstorms and it looked like they would be postponed until the next day.
This turn of events worked in her favor since she had been waiting for a chance to get even with Serena Williams for being such a bitch to her after her many losses at Wimbledon.
In fact Martina Hingus and Lindsay Davenport were also looking for a little payback and jumped at the chance when Anna brought them her idea on the first day of the Open. All that they needed was an opportunity and the weather provided it.
Serena lay in the corner of her own locker room still dazed from the whack to the back of the head Anna delivered with her tennis racquet. It was almost too easy; Martina spotted Serena coming down the hall and stopped her to discuss some unnecessary bullshit. While Serena was occupied, Anna -- who was hiding around the corner -- approached and hit her good and hard with an aluminum Wilson tennis racket. Serena never lost consciousness, but she was certainly disoriented enough for Anna and her partners to tie her up in her locker room before she realized what was happening.
There she lay, hands tied securely behind her back, legs tied together to keep her from kicking and a tennis ball gag stuffed in her mouth so no one could hear her. In an hour or two the facility would be empty for the night and they could have some fun with this stuck up bitch.
As Serena started to come around Anna leaned down to get in her face. "So bitch," Anna began, "looks like you're not so high and mighty after all. We are so tired of dealing with you and your fucking sister monopolizing these matches. Every year it is the same old thing. Thankfully Venus is still recovering from knee injuries so we only have to deal with your fucking ass."
Serena mumbled into the tennis ball gag incoherently.
"I think you know Martina and Lindsay," Anna said. "They are sick and tired of you as well. By the way Steffi and Mary say hi. They wanted to be here as well, but had plans they just couldn't break. But Maria Sharapova will be here shortly and she said she's enjoy using you as well."
Anna stood back up as she continued to talk to Serena. "Let me introduce you to two of our newest friends. Ladies," Anna called into the adjoining shower room.
Two women emerged from the other room, one white and one black. Serena had never seen them before but she'd soon get her fill of them both. They were very attractive and Serena found herself lusting on them even though she had only just met them.
"I won't bore you with long introductions," Anna said. "Shit I'm not even going to give you fake names for these two women. All you need to know is that they are two certified professional New York City street walkers. They are going to have a little fun with you before the games really start."
With that said Anna stepped back to join Martina and Lindsay as they watched the two hookers near Serena.
The two hookers began by standing over Serena and playing with each other, tongue kissing each other as they used their hands to grope the other's body. Next, they removed all of their clothes except for their high heels. Once naked they began to rip Serena's clothes off of her body.
A bright flash of light went off in the locker room. Serena never saw Martina take out the small disposable camera she was currently using to document her rape. Flashes continued as the two hookers fondled Serena's tits before moving down to her pussy. Each hooker took a turn with Serena's increasingly wet pussy while the other assisted. Serena had vowed not to submit to this humiliation, but she found the act of having two street whores play with her incredibly erotic.
Both prostitutes enjoyed straddling Serena's thighs while she was tied down and spitting in her face. Serena, for her part, found the eroticism or whores spitting on her beautiful black face irresistible and she began to lick her lips, tasting some of the whore spittle tentatively at first, and then lustily.
Close up pictures were snapped of Serena's saliva covered face. When the camera Martina was using was out of film, Lindsay stated using a second camera. Serena's tryst with the hookers would be forever told in pictures. Serena was too far gone into lesbo lust to even care that her humiliation was being photographed.
Eventually pictures were taken of each hooker licking Serena's pussy as well as Serena licking theirs. Anna was worried about how much noise Serena would make when the tennis ball gag was removed, but Serena never did scream. Anna figured she liked the hookers' touch too much to scream for help. And Anna was right. In fact, Anna thought, maybe this isn't so much getting even with her as it is in allowing her to let her submissive side out. Well, we'll see thought Anna if she continues to enjoy it when we really abuse her.
Before the hookers were finished they managed to flip Serena over and with some assistance from Anna and Martina hogtied Serena. In this position the hookers forced Serena's own racquet handle into her pussy for some interesting pictures. They tried to push the handle into her ass, but Serena was just too tight. After all four of the cameras were empty, the hookers were no longer needed, although Anna let them have a little more fun before they left.
"Here you go ladies," Anna said handing two cameras and a hundred dollar bill to each hooker. "I know we gave you your fees already, consider this a bonus for a job well done. Make sure to have the pictures developed. I'll let you know if they should be distributed later."
"Any time sweetie," the black hooker replied taking her cameras and money. Serena stared wide eyed at the hookers as they blew kisses at her and waving goodbye. She actually hoped she'd be able to track them down later for a little more fun.
Now that the hookers were gone it was time to get down to the real business at hand.
"Do you really think those pictures will make me quit the competition?" Serena asked Anna.
"Not at all bitch," Anna replied. "In fact we don't expect you to quit at all. You see the possible distribution of those pictures is something you should just file away in the back of your mind. That should be enough of a distraction for you out on the courts. The rest of what is about to go down is for all the times you fucked us out of a title," Anna finished.
Behind Anna, Lindsay reached into one of the lockers and pulled out a large gold color platter and handed it to Anna.
"Recognize this?" Anna asked mockingly as Serena's face revealed she did.
"Is that my. . .? Serena started to ask.
"No this is not your trophy, but the replica they keep out in the common area for everyone to see," Anna answered. "Today we are going to be using it for something very special."
And just at that moment, Anna had two of her scat whores -- Janeen and Kara -- come into the room to help in case they were needed. Janeen and Kara were total shit whores, loving to serve as Anna's toilet anytime, anywhere. Both loved the thrill of being a toilet for the beautiful Anna Kournikova, playing with their sloppy gashes anytime they could thinking of or actually serving as Anna's shit hole. Both of them followed Anna wherever she went, just waiting for the opportunity to accept a bowel movement into their toilet mouth receptacles. Their only problem at the moment was that they had been eating Anna's shit for three days (and eating nothing but her shit) and she had been denying them the favor of a good cum for that long as well.
Anna was a real bitch and she loved it when her shit holes were denied the orgasms that their perverse desires so desperately wanted.
Anna laid the platter down on the floor in front of Serena's hogtied body and then motioned for Martina and Lindsay to begin. Martina was first as she approached the platter and reached under the skirt of her tennis outfit.
Martina slid her panties down her legs, removing them.
She spread her legs wide as she stood over the platter in front of Serena and squatted down. Serena's face was inches away from Martina's nude pussy.
Serena wasn't sure what was about to happen until she saw Martina's pert little butt globes begin to shake and quake in the unmistakable motion of a woman about to take a shit. She saw her rectum open and pulse and her filth began to wind its way out of her butt hole and Serena saw the first piece of shit fall from Martina's ass onto the platter. Martina continued to deposit her foul smelling excrement on the platter until she managed to leave a pile several inches high in the platter's center. Serena was appalled, but couldn't deny the unmistakable and continued moistening of her pussy as the sewer smell of shit wafted up to her nose.
Next up was Lindsay, adding her own mound of shit on the platter. While Serena was having mixed feelings about the growing heap of shit piling in front of her, both Kara and Janeen had no mixed feelings, both were confirmed shit eaters and their submissive mouths and bodies were crying out for at least a little taste of the nasty meal now being prepared.
As Anna's turn arrived, she stepped forward handing Lindsay Serena's water bottle, which was now more than half filled with the Anna's piss. Anna squatted over the platter to add her shit to the pile as Lindsay did her best to piss into the water bottle.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Serena asked, pleadingly.
"Remember what you said to me on the way back to the locker room after the French Open?" Martina replied. Serena couldn't think straight and as a result was slow in answering.
"Or what you said to me at last year's US Open?" Lindsay chided in.
"Let me help you recall it fuckhead," Anna said. "I think at one time or another you have told every one of us, including those not present, to eat shit after eliminating us from a tournament. We figured it was about time for you to eat your own words or at least what your words had commanded."
When Anna was done adding her shit to the platter, which now contained quite a large pile, she retrieved the now filled water bottle back from Martina. Anna replaced the lid on the water bottle and opened the spout on top. She then squirted piss over the heaping helping of excrement awaiting its delivery to Serena's stomach. Anna set the bottle down still containing a generous portion of urine, which Serena could use to wash her pending meal down.
The three girls watched as Serena uselessly struggled to escape her bonds. After a short while Anna applied pressure to the back of Serena's head pushing her towards her waiting meal. Serena protested to no avail. Serena's senses were already overloaded as her body was stretched back in an unnatural position. She didn't think the smell of the girls shit could get any worse as her face began to lower against her wishes, but she was wrong. The closer she got to the slop on the plate, the worse the smell became until she felt that she would retch.
Anna continued to apply pressure to the back of Serena's head until the black woman's lips came into contact with a piece of shit. Serena cringed as she could taste the bitterness from the shit in her mouth and the acrid smell of the urine permeated her sinuses. All the girls could see the disgusted expression on Serena's face and began to laugh at her.
After enough teasing Lindsay placed her hand on top of Anna's and helped push Serena's entire face into the mound of shit in front of her. Serena's lovely face pushed forward into the other girls' shit pile.
When Serena came up for air, her face was smeared with the girls' shit.
"Now that is a sight for sore eyes," Martina said.
"Yes it is," Anna replied. "Now get to eating you mother fucker. You ain't leaving until the trophy is clean enough to go back in the display case."
"And this piss bottle is empty," Lindsay added.
Strangely though the girls and the two shit sluts -- Janeen and Kara -- standing around Serena saw that a change had come over the tennis star, she was beginning relish the abuse and humiliation.
Suddenly and without warning, the black tennis star's face moved forward without pressure from Anna. In fact, it lurched forward as Serena willingly became a shit slave, slurping the brown goo into her mouth and swallowing it down.
Anna pretty much lost interest in the whore Serena had become at that point, but she was delighted to see Maria Sharapova walk into the room and rushed over to greet her.
"I'm so glad you've gotten into the swing of the tennis tour," Anna said. "Finally, a Russian star is making good."
Anna was also eager to show Maria how her two shit sluts would perform so she asked Maria if she had to have a bowel movement. Maria, who was nonplussed at watching Serena devour what was clearly a plate of crap, said she did.
"Do you have someone to accept my gift?" Maria asked Anna.
"Yes I do, see these two cunts here, you can have either as your scat slave," Anna said.
"Good," Maria said, "I'll take this one," pointing to Janeen. Janeen, delighted at the opportunity to look up at naked Maria's asshole and consume her waste, scooted over on her knees and looked up longingly at the beautiful blonde teenager.
"Great," Anna said, "and I have to go again and I'll use Kara here."
Janeen was on her back instantly as Maria scooted down her tight tennis shorts. Janeen had long lusted after Maria from afar; loving the sexy way the Russian teen tennis star carried herself. She could hardly believe that she was about to become the beauty's toilet.
"Hold your arms up toilet," Maria commanded Janeen, "and put them under my buttocks as a toilet seat for me while I crap in your stinking, shitty mouth." Janeen almost came under the verbal degradation.
Meanwhile, Anna used Kara in a similar fashion, looking down at the pathetic slut, with her mouth open waiting for Anna to take a shit in her mouth.
And so both Russian tennis stars -- one 17 and one 23 -- sat and shit in the human toilets -- Janeen and Kara -- that so loved them and their waste. And yet, the two shit sluts were denied the cums that they wanted so badly.
"Why should toilets get to cum," Anna noted cavalierly to Maria.
Maria, who was busy dumping one of the biggest shits ever down Janeen's throat harrumphed, "Of course, why should I care if they ever get to cum?"
And, all the while, Serena was left on her own to consume the shit in front of her. It would not be the last time Janeen, Kara or Serena ate female shit. Not by a long shot. Serena was about to join Janeen and Kara as connoisseurs of shit. Lesbian shit sluts . . . three of a kind.