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Majorette Mariah	By : Neildon Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Mariah Carey Views: 5022 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Mariah Carey. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Majorette Mariah
by Neil Burns (Neilolm)
betaed by Nikijilt
Celebrity/Fetish
Scott stood outside the gates of the palatial Star Island estate of songbird Mariah Carey. Nine other men were with him, their faces masks of eager anticipation. The ten of them were contestants for the "Win A Day With Mariah Carey" contest., where the winners got to spend a day of fun and frolic with the somewhat eccentric singer. The men had their various stories of meeting her backstage, at an in-store signing or wherever. The consensus was, despite her occasional odd moments and "divaness" and despite being supposedly one of the more difficult autographs to get, she was a down-to-earth person who was gracious with her time and had a mischievious sense of humor.
Scott smiled as he pressed the button on the reception box.
"Hello?" A soft, throaty voice answered.
"Hello, Mariah," He replied. "Your winners are here and we're ready for a day of fun."
A mischievious chuckle escaped from the box.
"Come on in and make yourselves at home in the living room. I'll be right down."
The buzzer sounded as the gate opened and the contest winners entered the estate and almost danced toward the mansion, eager for the festivities to begin, unaware that eyes were watching them from the master bedroom with playful, yet malevolent intent. Mariah smiled wickedly at her unsuspecting victims walking into her trap.
'Won't you step into my parlor?' The singer's voluptous figure was squeezed into a tight-fitting sequined green leotard with a white front, a large green M in the middle. Her gloves and boots were also white and a black shako completed the ensemble. She absently twirled the baton in her hand as she admired herself in the mirror, doing an occasional model turn, the light shining off her fleshtone tights. Mariah's meltdown was as well documented as was her occasional public gas attacks. What was not widely known was that she had a majorette fetish. Although her low attendance record in high school earned her the nickname "Mirage", she enjoyed the football games and parades for the bands, especially the majorettes and twirlers.
She loved the color and the pagentry. She loved how they would prance around the field or down the street proudly, their attitude one of almost arrogance. Since graduating high school, the singer had acquired a large number of majorette and twirler uniforms as well as every catalogue ever printed. During her free time, the singer would play marching music and do drills while twirling her baton all around her home for most of the day and evening, fantasizing she was in charge of a band or had a band slave or two to dominate. After a final turn and inspection, Mariah patted the top of her shako and turned on the balls of her feet toward the door.
"Enjoy yourselves, boys," She purred. "We are about to have some fun."
The contest winners were sprawled out on the enormous plush sofa set, drinking wine and other beverages while sharing Mariah stories. Tony was narrating his story of meeting Mariah in an elevator when steel plates suddenly slammed down in front of the windows and a nozzle lowered from the ceiling, emitting a sweet-smelling yellow gas. A few of the men ran to the plate-covered door and began banging on it, crying out to Mariah for help, yet only got silence in response. However, the men almost thought they heard giggling through hidden loudspeakers over their gagging and coughing. They finally collapsed into unconsciousness as the gas dissipated. Immediately afterward, the plates slid back up into their hidden slots and the living room door opened, admitting a smug Mariah Carey, dressed in her majorette outfit and surveying the prone men on the floor with a contemptuous smile. Sauntering over to the sofa, Mariah sat down and prodded one of the men with a white-booted foot as she sipped one of the glasses of wine on the table.
"Well, boys," She addressed the men in mock sweetness. "You are in for a treat. Enjoy your nap while you can, because it is going to be a long day."
The songbird leaned back luxuriously against the back of the sofa and crossed her legs, raising one cheek, as a loud bass fart ripped through the room. Giggling, she took another sip of wine as she thought of the delightful torture she was about to inflict on her "guests". It was about an hour or so later when Scott awoke first, wondering what had happened. He looked around and found himself in a room with the other nine contest winners. The men were lying on the floor lined up side-by-side with their feet and hands, which were positioned above their heads and tight against them, tied to stakes. The men were also nude and gagged with black duct tape. Startled, Scott was about to express his shock when he realized that he was gagged as well. His eyes fell on the mirrored ceiling where he saw that he was also nude and tied between two posts. 'Okay. This is not exactly what I had in mind for fun. But if Mariah is into kinky stuff, we may be willing to play along.' The other men came to and immediatelywondered what the hell was going on. This was not what they signed up for. Suddenly, the door opened and Mariah strutted in, her features set in an arrogant, proud mask.
"Hello, band slaves!" She crowed. "Sleep well? Good. Because we are going to have fun. Mark time. MARK!"
Mariah's legs began pumping in place like pistons as marching music began playing from hidden speakers. Her hands were on her hips, arm akimbo, with the baton nestled in her right hand Arrogance oozed from each pore and dripped from her wicked grin.
"Forward! MARCH!"
The songbird pranced forward, legs pumping up and down, until she reached the prone body of the first contestant. Suddenly, she stepped onto his crotch.
"Mark time! MARK!"
Mariah cruelly stomped on the genitilia, eliciting an agonized groan as Peter, the victim, was being abused and used as a mat. Majorette Carey then began to twirl the baton. Scott's face was a mask of horror and disgust.
"Forward! MARCH!"
Mariah began to march up and down Peter's prone body, her boots stomping and brusing the skin and making it difficult to breathe as the said action had an adverse effect on the air supply. She stopped at Peter's face and stomped on it, her heels digging into his eyes. 'Holy SHIT! What the fuck is the bitch doing!' Kinky was one thing and something that he may have been willing to try, but there was nothing remotely kinky or even arousing about this. Mariah Carey was just hurting people and she was enjoying it! As the music played on, the songbird stomped up and down the helpless Peter, then began to visciously march all over the other eight men individually while twirling her baton and, on occasion, whacking them with it.
"Ohhh, YES!" Mariah cooed. "Are we enjoying this, slaves? There are more where that came from."
Scott watched in disgust as the songbird tortured the very men who won her contest by marching on them and striking them with her baton. Mariah then turned to Scott, her evil smile indicating that she had something very special in mind for him. She marched across the men's faces and back, then down Peter's body to his already bruised genitals. She then marched across the men's packages, stopping at the end and marking time.
"Mark time! Forward MARCH!"
Mariah held the baton to her hip as she marched toward Scott, giggling cruelly at Scott's plight as he struggled. He also stared at the majorette's leotard straining against her ample chest, wondering how it was not splitting. She stopped in front of him and marked time. Suddenly The Jackson's "Can You Feel It" came on and Mariah began to prance in time to the music.
Suddenly--
"Can you feel it?" The Jacksons sang as Mariah belted Scott in the head with her baton.
"Can you feel it?" Mariah then drove the end of the baton into Scott's stomach.
"CAN YOU FEEL IT!" Her boot drove Scott's genitles almost to the roof of his mouth.
"Can you feel that, slave?" The songbird crowed cruelly. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
As the song played on, the torment continued with Scott's package getting horribly abused. After the song finished, Mariah dropped the baton and, wrapping one arm around his shoulder, latched the other hand onto his throbbing, bruised member and began to gently pump it.
"Ohhh," She cooed with a mock pout. "Did that hurt? I'm sorry. I was just playing with my band slaves. It's nothing personal."
As Scott's tormented cock stiffened in Mariah's gloved hand, the songbird's other band caressed his chest as she licked his cheek and blew in his ear. 'Well. This is a little better. Doesn't make up for three hours of "playing" with us. Douchebag.' Giggling, Mariah placed her shako on his head and knelt down, holding his stiffy and locking her mouth on the end and licking it. 'Ooooh. Yeah! That's better. That's what I'm talking about.' Her tongue caressed, teased and tortured Scott's dick until it was rock hard. She then began sucking on it slowly and deliberately and cruelly, denying him the ability to cum until she wanted him to.
The agony was intense as several times Scott was near climax, but was denied. Mariah then got up and pressed her sequined ass against his cock, gyrating it when suddenly, FRRAAAOORRTT! A loud baritone blast and a swampy odor attacked Scott's ears and nostrils. The songnbird laughed as she shook her ass and waved her hand in front of it.
"Oh, yeah," She cooed. "Shit! I was holding that in all morning. Smells good, doesn't it?"
ROOOOPARRRT!! UUUURRAAAAKKK!! BRAAAAAAAPPP!! Three more toxic bombs, each one louder and more noxious than the previous one, followed, turning Scott's stomach as a giggling Mariah turned around and grabbed his head, crushing it against her chest and rubbing it against her considerable mounds.
"You like my tits, Scott? You like how they look? How they feel? How they taste? Oooooh. Wouldn't you love to play with them?"
Mariah drilled his crotch again with her boot as she untied him, letting him fall over. She then dragged him to where the other nine men lay and tied him to the posts at the end. She then walked onto the mass of man flesh until she got to the center. Mariah then lay on top of the lucky (or unlucky) individual and grabbed the member of each of the guy on either side and began to gently fondle and pump each one while the center victim groaned at having the not-so-light singer lying on top of him. The fact that she was farting as well did not make matters any better. The two "lucky individuals" moaned in arousal as they felt themselves stiffen, yet their stomachs were turning as they found themselves near vomiting due to the horrific stench seeping into their nostrils and permeating the room. The songbird then rolled onto the next "lucky trio" and played with them. She continued this way until all the victims had hard seeping cocks and the dubious pleasure of being farted on. Mariah then got up and smugly surveyed her "playthings" for a moment before taking her baton and tapping four of the men, including Scott, on their heads.
"Scott, Julio, Darrell and Tom," She cooed. "You have the pleasure of staying with me as my band slaves. You will be paid and provided for, but your job is to please me. Understood?"
Her smile then became beatific and consoling as she continued.
"The rest of you, thank you for a wonderful afternoon. It was fun and I was able to get some aggression and frustration out of my system. I apologize if this was not what you had in mind, but I have had this fetish since high school and I needed someone to role play with and you all volunteered. You will be compensated for this and I will have my assistant see that you have front row seats and backstage passes for my next show. Thank you again for a terrific afternoon and no hard feelings, okay?"
As she walked out, the room filled up with the familiar yellow gas which rendered them unconscious. The six men not chosen found themselves in luxurious hotel rooms and spotted front row tickets and backstage passes on their beds. Each man also found an envelope which contained a check for a considerable sum and a note inside which said--
THANK YOU FOR A WONDERFUL TIME. LET'S DO IT AGAIN IN THE FUTURE.
MC.
As for Scott and the other three men chosen, they wound up being Mariah's band slaves for the summer and entire "Charmed Bracelet" tour before being let go with autographed items and a generous severance sum. Mariah looked forward to the next time she had her contest so she could have new band slaves to play with.
THE END
Done. Revised and betaed by Nikkijames. (Much love and appreciation, darling.) I hope it's good enough to be posted. Anyone want to draw an illustration or two, please do so. I would] especially prefer color. Peace out and more on the way.
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