“Taylor! Taylor! Over here, Taylor!”
A hundred cameras flashed in unison as Taylor Swift posed on the red carpet. With elegant poise she turned about and smiled radiantly, drinking in the moment. She was radiant with elation and success. At only nineteen she had dominated the country music scene, sweeping award after award. She felt every inch the princess she had always wanted to be. Glamorous nights like this were part of her life now, and every second of it thrilled her.
Even more fun were the parties, one of which she was on her way to. She had chosen a cute but sexy party dress, shining sliver, to show off her long, lissome legs. Like the song said: she had them, and she knew how to use them. The tight lines of the dress helped accentuate her slender curves. Her fragrant gold hair hung freely, the soft locks bouncing around as she flirted with the cameras.
She felt inspired tonight; something special was going to happen. Smiling softly, she idly wondered if there'd be some cute boys at the party. She had always been a shy girl, only recently beginning to learn the power of her sexuality – and how to exploit it. Despite a number of romances she had gone no further than one clumsy and embarrassing handjob. She ached to surrender her virginity to just the right guy, some wonderful prince. Her recent fame daunted many of them now, but she hoped her short dress and pretty smile would win her something tonight.
Down the red carpet, through a tunnel of camera flashes, she saw the open door of her waiting limo. My own pumpkin carriage, she thought with slight smile. “See you later everyone! Love you!” She blew a kiss to the cheering crowd as she gracefully entered the car, deftly smoothing her dress down with her hand to deny the paparazzi any kind of revealing shots. She was not that kind of girl.
“Wow, that was fun” she giggled, slamming the limo door as it moved off. “My fans are so cool-”
Suddenly Taylor was brought up sharp, as she noticed the two men in the car with her were not her bodyguards. Instead of them she saw two gangster-looking thugs, both giant black guys in denim. One sat across from her – a fat, creepy guy with a leering smile. The other, sitting next to her, was muscular, tattooed, and had a cold, cruel face.
“H-h-hey guys, w-who are you?” Taylor's voice quavered. Her throat was suddenly tight – like just before a gig. She felt herself begin to tremble with fear, her bare arms and thighs prickling.
The one next to her spoke. “Name's Duke. That's Mex. We're your escorts tonight, Taylor. Y'see there's been a change of plan – this is our limo, your pretty white ass is coming with us.”
Taylor gasped, suddenly beginning to realize the danger of her situation. Frantically, with both hands, she grabbed the door handle and pulled violently. But it was locked fast. Whimpering she scrambled for her purse and phone, but it fell onto the limo floor and was quickly snatched up by Mex. The two men laughed cruelly at the vivid expression of shock on Taylor's innocent, bewildered face.
Duke slid across the seat to her as she cringed in fear. Her bright blue eyes shone at the sight of his prison tattoos and vicious smile. He brushed some loose blond locks from her naked shoulder, then began to gently kiss the soft white skin. Taylor shuddered reflexively, and wanted to raise her hands to push him off – but she felt totally paralyzed. Small, hot tears began to run down her girlish cheeks, leaving a soft trail of smudged makeup.
Duke drank in the smell of her perfume. He placed an arm firmly around her shoulders as she shut her eyes tight. With his other hand he roughly held her chin and turned her face towards him. “Give me some of that little pink tongue, girl”, he spat, leaning in to kiss her. With a sudden wail of “nnnoooo” she found the strength to try to grab his arm, shaking violently. She knew she had to get out of here.
Dropping her chin Duke reached back quickly and slapped Taylor's face hard. She gave a sharp cry of pain and shock, staring at him like a trapped wild animal. Her face stung with the blow, and biting her lip she began to whimper.
“Do what you're told bitch, if you wanna get out of her alive,” hissed Duke. He grabbed her around her ivory white throat this time, and kissed her hard. Too frightened to resist, Taylor's pink lips parted and felt his hot, thick tongue invade her mouth. She had always loved to be kissed, but this was a violation that revolted her. Duke pushed her head back as he savored every second, tasting the purity of a mouth few had touched. Curling her small tongue in his he felt her soft moans pass through him, and he struggled not to blow his pants right then.
Releasing her throat – and holding her lips firmly locked in his – Duke grabbed and began to firmly grope one of her tits through the dress. He cupped the pert, 34A-sized mound and squeezed it as Taylor dug her nails into the seat. With his other arm, he pulled the strap of her right shoulder, smoothly sliding it down.
Gasping, Taylor tried to pull her head back. “Stoppit awgod please-”, she begged in a panting voice. “Don't do this, please lemme go, I- ahh, ahhhh-” she gasped quickly as Duke's hand slid under the edge of her dress, his fingers toying with her firm nipple. With his other hand he roughly tugged the dress down, pulling it to her chest and exposing her perky, round tits to a man's gaze for the first time.
Taylor felt like a massive electric shock was passing through her long, lithe body. This is just a hideous nightmare, she thought. Any second she'd wake up back her mom's place, safe in bed. But despite all her desperate prayers her situation was very real. She felt Duke rolling her nipples between her fingers, playing with her body. The sensations racing through her were strange and delirious, and she felt herself becoming lost to them.
“Pleassse don't do this to me” wailed Taylor, her hands instinctively reaching up her protect her abused breasts. With a grunt Duke grabbed one of slender wrists and pulled a pair of police handcuffs off his belt. He slapped them on Taylor, pulling her arms behind her back as she cried quietly.
“Do what you're told, bitch, if you wanna live,” hissed Duke. Racked with sobs, Taylor hung her head in shame and shock. She felt burning tears now flowing freely down her face. Hesitantly, she whimpered “Please don't hurt me, I'll do whatever you say, just god please don't hurt me...”
Duke leaned in close. He rubbed away a tear from one of her flushed and shining cheeks. “OK then Taylor, see my man Mex over there, been waiting so patiently? You ask him nicely, 'Please Mr Mex, would you pull my panties down?' like a good little girl.”
Almost choking on her gasping tears, Taylor said “I-I c-can't, please, I can't do this, please, I'm just nineteen, I've done nothing to you, why are you doing this to meEEEEEEEEE-”
Taylor's voice rose in a shriek as Duke squeezed her nipples like a pair of steel pliers. Pinching them sharply between his fingers he crushed her soft, milk-white tits firmly in his hands. “You say that line, bitch!,” roared Duke. “You beg 'im to pull your panties down!”
“Awwgudd please..oh please...I-I-I...” Taylor struggled to breathe, her vision breaking up into a field of stars. “I can't, this is too much pleasss-”
Duke roared into her ear again. “Say it or I rip these little tits off and mail them back to your fat trailer trash momma!”
Unable to bear the pain anymore, Taylor tried to speak. “P-p-please misss-”
With a jerk of her tits, Duke jeered at her, “Look at your massah when you address him!”
Through the haze of pain Taylor looked over at the fat, leering man across from her. Mex stared back, his cock aching at the sight of the weeping, topless girl. That immaculate face he had seen smiling from magazines was now a slutty mess. In a hoarse voice, Taylor said “P-please...Mr...Mr Mex, would you-” she sobbed hard “-w-would you...” She trailed off with a choking sob.
Unable to contain himself any longer, Mex dived to the ground before her. He grabbed her calves, feeling her silky skin. Slowly, gurgling with pleasure, he ran his hands up along Taylor's lithe thighs. She shook violently at these new sensations, eyes shut tight, her wet pink lips parted as she panted. Duke mauled her tits so roughly that vicious red marks appeared across the stark, ivory flesh. He was kissing across her bare shoulder and neck, intoxicated with the thrill of having a pretty princess at his mercy.
Mex's hands groped up her thighs, hiking up her dress. Her long, elegant legs were now totally exposed to the two men. Grabbing her ass roughly, Mex hooked his fingers around the edges of her underwear – a tight white pair of boyshorts – and jerked them off in a quick series of tugs.
“Ohhhhnnnooooo”, howled Taylor, writhing in her seat, as she felt the shorts torn down. The only thing between these men and her virginity was gone. Crunching the shorts into his hand and holding them up to his nose, Mex inhaled deeply while looking up at Taylor. She stared back in stunned horror, her dark blue eyes now pools of suffering.
Duke then roughly grabbed her closest thigh. His probing fingers worked their way up between Taylor's legs. She gave a few small whimpers as she felt a man's fingers brush her pussylips for the first time ever. With an expert touch Duke sized up her tight snatch, and the carefully groomed strip of golden hair that ran across her mound.
His found the small hard nub that was Taylor's clit. With practiced fingers he began to work it roughly. A master of fingerfucking, he knew exactly how to use it. Taylor threw her head back, her blond hair tousled across her sweaty face. Whispering “omigod, omigod, omigod” over and over between moans, she began to involuntarily grind herself into his hand. Within a few torrid minutes Duke had worked her into her first real orgasm, while she sobbed and shuddered at the waves surging through her tight, throbbing body. Her thrusting little breasts heaved with every passionate breath.
Taylor cried bitterly as her body betrayed her. A special moment she had sought to savor one day had now been violated. She felt her toes curl, and her nails dig deep into the palms of her cuffed hands. What should have been a pleasure was now an exquisite agony, her little clit rubbed red and raw. As the sweat poured down her face she moaned “ohgoddd don't do this to meeee-”
With a sudden movement Duke threw her roughly to the limo floor. She landed hard on her knees, giving a sharp yelp of pain as she crumpled into a ball. Her party dress was now hunched up around her waist, and she was fully exposed. Leaning over Duke grabbed her and worked her limp body around so she now knelt between his knees.
Taylor felt a dull sense of revulsion as she blearily watched Duke unbuckle his pants. But her expressions of utter shock grew quickly when he produced his ten-inch cock. Swollen huge in horror, her eyes filled with the sight of the giant black rape-rod, the first dick she had ever seen. With her jaw dropped in awe, Duke chuckled as he easily and quickly slipped into her small mouth.
“I hope you blow better than you sing bitch, or I'm gunna fuck you up,” grunted Duke, as he gripped her head firmly and drove Taylor onto his dick. Her mouth was wet and cool, and with slow firm thrusts he pushed deeper down her throat. Helplessly gurgling and choking, Taylor slobbered all over the giant cock. Groaning with delight, Duke said “Swallow it down cunt, this ain't your boyfriend's midget dick.”
Taylor felt like she was going to die. Every part of her was in pain. Every moment was like a thousand years. Her face was being held deep in the reeking, wiry crotch of her violator. The taste of him suffocated every pore in her body. A kind of delirium had overwhelmed her, and she felt like a helpless rag doll being torn apart.
All the time Duke rained the foulest names down on her. Even a mild swear made her flinch; this torrent of obscenity felt like vicious blows to her stomach. Bitch, whore, cunt, slut...she wept softly as the words violated her soul.
It took all the self-control Duke had to not blow his load right away. The feel of her silken locks brushing across his balls as her head bobbed, was amazing. Looking down at her in satisfaction, he saw her round, pink cheeks bulging from the monster cock. The strangled, gagging noises she made vibrated pleasingly down the rod.
Mex took out a small glass crack pipe, loaded up a nugget, and took a hit. As the rush passed through him he gazed in wonder at Taylor's perfect porcelain ass, now bouncing in time with her vicious skullfucking. He watched the beads of sweat twinkle as they raced down her slender spine. So much for little rich white princess, he thought, grinning stupidly – from this angle she looked just like the blond cracker runaways he liked to buy and abuse for five bucks a go.
For all his discipline, the pleasure of violating Taylor's virgin velvet throat was finally too much for Duke. Whooping with delight he fired a massive load into her mouth as she gagged and convulsed. Seizing a fistful of her soft blond hair Duke triumphantly pulled up her head as she groaned. He looked over the pretty, perfect face of his victim – now glowing and wet with the smears of tears, drool and cum. Clumps of her hair – matted with cum – hung wildly around her head. Racked with sobs and desperately gasping for breath, she begged “stopgodpleassse stop, you're killing me, this is too much-”
Duke slapped her hard again, as Taylor reeled back groaning. She fell down hard, and yelped as she felt the edge of the cuffs cut into her back. Duke snorted “Shuddup bitch, you better learn to really suck cock if you're gunna want mercy.” He nodded at Mex. “Your turn bro, show this little cunt we got better uses for her mouth.”
Taylor cried out in horror as Mex grabbed her roughly, yanking her hair hard and practically impaling her head on his cock. Once again Taylor felt she was choking on her own vomit. But it was quicker this time – Mex's dick had nearly cum just at the sight of her sucking Duke, so the sensation of raping his mouth had him blow after just a few minutes.
Taking a long, slow hit on the pipe, Duke smiled as he watched Mex thrust Taylor's head back. Her lithe, limp body slowly collapsed on the floor of the limo at the feet of the two men.
“Hold her up, man” wheezed Duke as he exhaled. “Give the bitch a hit of this shit. She'll be putting her ass into it them.”
Mex pulled Taylor up her her knees by her hair. With a breaking voice Taylor wailed “Please let me go now, I've done what you wanted, I won't tell anybody, pleasssse stop this...” Taking her head firmly between her mouth, he pointed it towards Duke. Leaning in close – and pinching her nose tight – Duke slid the pipe between her lips as the cone glowed. Panicking, Taylor had no choice but to inhale lungfuls of the potent black smoke.
In her life Taylor had never even sniffed a glass of wine. Now she had taken a massive dose of crack cocaine. Her eyelids fluttered as she felt surging waves race the length of her body. Her brain throbbed like an electric current, every nerve screaming with a shocked sensation. Her mouth parted in a dazed groan as she felt Duke's steel fingers wrap around her ankles.
“Time for the main course, bitch” oozed Duke. Taylor's deep blue eyes blazed as she looked up at him. A cold voice deep in her mind told her that the nightmare was coming true. All her carefully planned dreams of a special night, where she would become a woman in the hands of a gentle lover, were gone. She could only groan and writhe helplessly as he knelt down between her legs. “Ohguddddnnnooooo,” she moaned bitterly. “Not like this, not like this...no, NOOOOO...”
Duke's cock was already engorged again, throbbing just above Taylor's heaving stomach. He took a small curl of her soft golden bush in his fingers, giving it a slight tug.
“Now you slut, you gunna beg for it.” He twisted the curl harder. “Say: fuck me, niggah! Say it!”
Taylor shook her head wildly in a pain- and drug-racked delirium. She had never imagined it was possible to suffer like this. “I ccccccccan't,” she howled “I can't do this please stop, stop, that hurts so much-” Her pleas were cut off in a sobbing scream as Duke nearly tugged the hair right out of her crotch and roared “SAY IT, YOU DIRTY LITTLE WHITE BITCH! SAY IT!”
Swallowing hard, almost choking on her tongue, Taylor desperately gasped “Fffffffuuuuummmmmeee....n-n-n-n...niggg....” The humiliation of the words was almost as bad as the burning pain. She burned as she felt the pressure of Duke's cockhead press against her moist pussylips. Swallowing hard, she wildly gasped “Fffffuuuggggmeee nig-nig-nighAAAAHHHHH-”
With a firm, fast thrust Duke drove deep into her. Taylor screamed and bucked like a whipped animal. Her cherry could not have been torn more painfully, and the agony of feeling herself stretched inside was unspeakable. She felt impaled on a steel rod, each vicious ram breaking her in the most intimate place. The cuffs cut deeply in her back. The more she struggled, the more she suffered.
Duke took deep, slow breaths and tried to make every second last. The hottest porno bitch he'd ever seen could not compete with the sight of Taylor struggling and sweating on the end of his dick. “You slut,” he grunted, “you wiggle that ass like a real white crackwhore.”
Mex laughed insanely as he hit on the pipe. “Lissen to that screamer! Bitch oughta put out an album of her riding the cock, it'd sell a million!”
Exhausted and panting with breathlessness, Taylor's cries became incomprehensible wails as she was broken. Head arched back, mouth fixed open, she felt her hair whip across her face and breasts as she thrashed in agony. She grunted with every thrust.
Releasing her tortured tits, Duke dug his fingers like claws into the satisfyingly firm flesh of Taylor's ass. Gripping it tight, he rotated his cock deeper into her, feeling the soft velvet fold of her pussy yield. Her eyes turned white, rolling into the back of her head.
Duke felt an orgasm coming like none before. Putting one hand down to balance himself, he fixed a firm grip around Taylor's neck, squeezing tight and throttling. Her already red face puffed bright as she began to choke, her eyes bulging. Her cute, girlish face was looked almost cartoonish as the life was drained from it.
Just as Taylor felt the panic overwhelm her, Duke released her throat and came with a roar. She felt him throbbing so hard that her body almost shook with the sensation. With a detached disgust she noticed the warm cum when it fired inside her. Gurgling with pleasure, Duke kissed Taylor deeply as her head lolled about.
He pulled out of her with a satisfied sigh, taking up the crack pipe. “'K it's your go bro, but be quick, we're gonna be at the house in 10 or so.”
Oh god no, not again, Taylor thought in a daze. She begged for unconsciousness, for some kind of escape from the horror. But Jesus was answering none of her prayers. She knew deep down that she had been ruined forever; something special in her had been broken utterly. Bitter tears flowed as she realized the destruction of her dreams, her life.
Mex jumped down on Taylor like a tomcat on a bitch. “Can I have the slut's ass, man? I wanna fuck this bitch in that tight white ass.”
Paralyzed and dazed, Taylor struggled to fight back. The thought of anal sex horrified her utterly. She would beg them to kill her before that. She tried to speak, to plea for mercy, but then Duke spoke in a casual voice.
“Nah man, that's spoken for. Dude who rigged this has pre-paid for that hole.” He loaded a fresh cone into the pipe. “But pound that tight pink pussy hard bro, it's some sweet shit.”
Easily weighing twice as much as her, Mex's bulk crushed Taylor beneath him. Every part of her was filled at disgust at his hideous smell. He wasn't as big as Duke, but with every thrust her savaged pussy burned in pain. Unable to struggle any longer, Taylor's suffering body jerked helplessly as Mex fucked her hard. She was little more now than a cute blond sex doll, having lost all use of her body. Staring blankly at the ceiling as he grunted into her ear, Taylor wished she was dead.
“FUCK YEAH BITCH! HOW YOU LIKE THAT!” bellowed Mex as he came. He sat up on the seat quickly, his wet, erect cock slapping Taylor in the face as he moved over her. “Best pussy I ever had – tight, white, and delivered to my dick!”
With a hiss the partition between driver and passengers slid down. The driver – another of Duke's boys, called Del – was wearing the cap he had taken from the real driver, moments before the gangster had shot him. He whistled in appreciation as he cast his eyes over a ravishing sight : the violated body of Taylor Swift, glistening with sweat and semen, sprawled on the limo floor.
“Shit, niggah!” he chortled. “You leave some for the rest of us? How you 'spect this bitch to last back at the house? Or when that Russian motherfucker comes for her?”
Duke laughed coldly. “Oh this little bitch was made to be fucked. She's gunna go the distance alright, plenty for everyone.” He kicked hard at the near-catatonic Taylor, now curled in a ball on the floor. She yelped like a beaten dog at the blow. “Those legs, fuck. Could fuck just them all day.” He took a deep hit on the pipe.
Stories are supposed to have happy endings, thought Taylor. A princess is supposed to be saved, rescued by her knight. Her gentle, fragile mind was beginning to crack. She knew this was just going to get worse. A house? A Russian? But the traumatized ingenue truly had no idea of the tortures awaiting her. The double rape and rough handling she had just endured were gentle foreplay compared to what would do done to her later. By the time her absence was noted, her new life as a sex slave was beginning.
Taylor Swift had been taken.
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