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Subject: THE ABDUCTION OF CHARLOTTE CHURCH (bdsm, abuse)
Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2004 18:14:30 -0700
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THE ABDUCTION OF CHARLOTTE CHURCH (bdsm, abuse)
BY BLUE BIRO
Charlotte Church left the stage to rapturous applause. Another concert
over, and just as well appreciated as all the others. She headed to her
dressing room, waving away the congratulations of those around her, and
shut the door behind her. These concerts really took it out of her, and
she was desperate for a drink. Looking around the room, she spotted her
bottle of water on the table, and reached for it. She sat down in her
chair and guzzled the water thirstily, not noticing the unusual
aftertaste in her hurry.
Five minutes later, her agent Stuart entered the room to find the
fourteen year old prostrate in her chair. He locked the door behind him,
and approached her slowly, admiring her. She looked stunning in her
skimpy red evening dress, and with her hair and makeup. Stroking her
cheek gently, he pulled out a mobile phone, and dialled a number. "Ok,
come on," he said when it was answered and hung up immediately. After
putting his phone away, his wandering hands strayed to Charlotte's small
breasts, and softly massaged the pliant flesh. Even in her unconscious
state, her nipples stood erect, poking up through the velvet dress.
A knock on the door disturbed him. 'Plenty of time for that later' he
thought and after checking, opened the door to let his associates in.
"Let's go," he said…
Charlotte awoke groggily and wondered where she was. She couldn't see
anything because of a blindfold obscuring her vision, and when she tried
to move her hands she was unable to as they were tied to the chair she
was in. "Hello?" she called worryingly, "is anyone there?" There was no
answer, but she felt a presence in the room, and could hear breathing
nearby. "Hello?" She panicked and struggled against her bonds, but to no
avail. What was going on? Where was she?
Suddenly a hand on her shoulder made her jump. "Don't try to struggle,"
a man's voice said, "there's no way you can escape." Charlotte held back
tears as the hand stroked her shoulder. "Who are you? What do you want?"
The hand disappeared and the man answered fiercely "no more questions.
You're here because we want you to be. We're very impressed by your -er
talents, and are going to have a bit of fun with you."
"This isn't much fun" said Charlotte resolutely, before a slap across
the face shut her up. "It will be…" said the man, "but first things
first. You're going to answer some questions. One, are you a virgin?"
Charlotte blushed red beneath the blindfold. She had heard the word
used, and new what it meant, but had never dreamed of doing anything
sexual. "Yes," she said meekly. "Of course you are… Two, have you ever
done anything with boys?" Charlotte shook her head. Her busy lifestyle
left her little time for going out on dates. "Three," said the voice,
"have you ever touched yourself?" Charlotte was shocked. Such personal
questions asked so openly. She said nothing. "I said, have you ever
touched yourself?" Charlotte stammered - "I d-don't know what you mean…"
A hand grabbed her chin and turned her head towards the direction of the
voice. "Have you ever played with your breasts, like this?" A hand
grabbed her left breast suddenly, making Charlotte cry out in shock. It
kneaded at her tiny tit painfully, and pinched the nipple hard through
the dress. "Or perhaps done this?" A second hand nestled on her lap,
resting against the base of her stomach, before trailing slowly across
her groin. "No!" Charlotte cried out, as tears ran down her face.
"Please - don't do this!"
Suddenly the blindfold was removed, and Charlotte blinked in the light.
She was tied to a chair, surrounded by four men in what looked liked a
cellar. She recognised Stuart across the room, and begged him to help
her, but he just leered and laughed. The first man, whom she later found
out was called John, knelt in front of her, and removed her shoes and
white socks, leaving her in bare feet. She cried softly, wondering just
what these men were going to do to her. Having removed her socks, John
ran his hand up her calf, stopping at the knee and stroking her smooth
white skin. He raised the hem of her velvet dress and slid his hands up
her thighs. "Please" she begged, as his hand brushed against her
panty-clad cunt. She sobbed to herself. She had never touched herself,
other than in the shower washing, and was embarrassed by this display.
Another man, David, approached her, and after squeezing her tits,
grabbed the neckline of her dress. He tugged hard, tearing the slinky
material, and exposing Charlotte's bra. Ripping further, he tore the
whole dress from her small body, leaving her tied in her bra and
panties, exposed and vulnerable. He held her head straight and kissed
her forcefully on those famous lips.
Next he pulled the thin white bra down, so it rested under her breasts,
and the fourteen-year-old's small, pert, tits were on display for the
first time in front of anybody. Charlotte sniffed sadly as he stroked
his fingers across her soft white skin, and rubbed his thumbs over her
nipples. A strange sensation ran through her, and despite herself, she
could feel the seeds of arousal stirring within her. He lowered his head
to her chest, and licked her petite breast, covering it in saliva,
before suckling hard on her stiffening nipple. She gasped as strange new
sensations rushed through her body, and her virgin crotch grew warm.
The other men watched in delight as her bra was removed totally and she
was untied. Standing up, held by the arms, wearing nothing but a pair of
white cotton panties, they admired their catch. Her slim pale body was
unblemished, and yearned to be touched. They carried her to a workbench
in the middle of the room, and rested her on the end so she was bent
backwards at the waist. Her arms were tied above her head, and a
restraining tether was run below her nubile breasts. Her knees were then
pulled wide apart and strapped in position, preparing her for what was
coming next. John pulled a knife from his pocket, and cut the sides of
her panties, tearing them off in a forceful movement, exposing Charlotte
Church's most precious area. She blushed brightly as she was thus
exposed, and would have closed her legs tightly if she were able. Her
position meant that her tender slit was spread widely, and her clit
stood out prominently. Stuart ran his fingers around the lips of her
cunt stretching further, and eliciting small moans from the helpless
young girl. David's hands returned to her nipples as the fourth man,
Matt, lowered his head between her legs. He inhaled her musky scent and
stuck out his tongue, lapping softly at her clit. Charlotte gasped as
this pleasurable experience was imposed upon her, hating herself for her
feelings of arousal. A finger was slipped into her moistening pussy, and
she yelped in pain as it stretched her tight hole. Soon a second finger
joined it, and they were moved in and out quickly, rubbing her vaginal
walls.
Mounting the workbench, a now naked John straddled Charlotte's chest.
She gazed in fear at his erect cock that throbbed wildly. "I think we'll
use those little tits of yours Charlotte," he said, and slid his cock in
the shallow valley between them. He grabbed a handful of tit on each
side, and pulled them close around his cock, loving the feel of the soft
flesh around it. She tried in vain to move her head away from the organ,
which was now inches from her face, and wet with pre-cum. Moving slowly
between her tits, John built up a rhythm and pumped away. Meanwhile Matt
now had four fingers in the young girl's tiny cunt, and was stretching,
making room for later. Charlotte gasped, as her body was manhandled, and
squealed as her tiny tits were roughly manipulated. John kept pumping,
nearing orgasm quickly, as the sight of Charlotte's pretty face hurried
him on. A few more strokes and he was there, spraying thick wads of cum
across her cheeks and nose. Charlotte shook her head in disgust, but
could do nothing to stop the sticky white fluid trailing down her face
and across her lips, before running off over her petite chest. John
wiped his sticky cock in her hair before dismounting and watching her
face screw up in disgust. She wrinkled her nose as cum seeped between
her lips, and tried not to taste it.
"What a little slut you look Charlotte," said John. "Cum all over you.
Needs some more though." At a signal from John, the other three guys
stood around the young girl, jerking off. Her pleading only served to
speedup the process, and soon three more wads of cum shot across her
chest and stomach. Stuart untied her hands, and placed them on her tits,
where they became sticky with semen. He told Charlotte to rub the fluid
all over her, and she unwillingly responded. Her dainty hands spread the
cum across her chest, where the nipples stood erect, and all over her
stomach. Further prompting from David made her massage it into the tops
of her thighs, before sliding both hands over her cunt. The sticky cum
matted her sparse pubic hair, and gave her body a glinting appearance.
She cried softly at this humiliation.
"Ok Charlotte," John said, "we've had a bit of fun, now it's your turn."
With that, her hands were tied down again, and Matt brought a bag of
objects to the bench. He handed John a dildo that he wiped over the
fourteen-year-old's lips, and took one himself. Charlotte had never seen
one before, but could imagine their use from the shape of them. She
whimpered, unable to move, as the larger of the two was slipped slowly
into her wet cunt. John slid it in, inch by inch, until it hit her
hymen. She screamed out as he forced through and embedded eight inches
into her no-longer virgin hole. "Hope you weren't planning on saving
that till your wedding night slut," he said menacingly. Tears streamed
down Charlotte's face as the intruder worked its way in. David and
Stuart began to nibble and suck on her distended nipples as John slid it
in and out, slowly at first, before increasing speed. Gasps and moans
issued from the singer's young mouth, as she was sent on her way to her
first orgasm. Her cunt was stretched tight from the invader, and her
clit was rubbed mercilessly by John's hand. Suddenly he stopped and
Charlotte caught her breath, before yelping out as Matt's dildo was
brought into the action. He had rubbed lubricant onto it, and was now
sliding it slowly into her ass. She cried out again as her second hole
was opened wide. "Losing both your virginities in one day - poor girl,"
he said cruelly, before forcing it further in. Charlotte panted as it
slipped deeper. She couldn't resist in her position, and could only moan
out in arousal as the two dildos were slipped in and out. She could feel
the blunt plastic objects either side of the thin membrane inside her,
and had never felt so full. Matt and John began to pump the dildos in
and out faster and faster, causing her hips to gyrate wildly. She panted
heavily as she neared climax, and mewled as her hard nipples were bitten
and pinched. Sweat poured from her body, mingling with the cum that
covered it, and her teenage cunt was streaming with her juices that ran
slickly down her taut thighs. As the invading dildos reached a
crescendo, she screamed out in pleasure, as against her will she was
brought to a mind-blowing climax. She felt like such a slut as the waves
of pleasure rolled over her, and her abused holes clenched onto the
plastic intruders. Her body undulated as a second orgasm, stronger than
the first hit her.
"Oh God… oh - oh-oh oh … I ooogggh! Uuggh Ugghh. Pl-please no more… I
ahhh I ahh…."
Her bottom lip trembled as she came down from such heights of pleasure,
and her whimpers became softer. The men watched her shaking body,
wracked with the throes of her first, and second orgasm. She had never
even dreamed of so much pleasure, and in the midst of such degradation.
Stirring she noticed that the men were leaving the room. John, noticing
her reaction said "don't worry you little bitch. We're just off for an
hour or so but there's plenty to keep you busy." With that he pressed a
switch on the dildos and to Charlotte's horror they began to vibrate
strongly. "Oh - and the video camera is still rolling so we won't miss
anything" he said laughingly, and walked off. Charlotte was left tied to
the workbench with her pelvis forced into the air, and a buzzing
vibrator in both of her exposed holes. She sobbed softly as she looked
up into the camera on the wall, and then began to pant again as another
orgasm built inside of her. "Please…Why are you doing this to me?" she
cried out in between gasps, as the ruthless objects inside her speeded
up. Her thighs were wet with her juices and her hair was slicked back
with sweat and cum. The fourteen-year-old's body shook uncontrollably as
she hit the first of many orgasms still to come.
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