"Raping Amanda Bynes and Avril Lavigne"
Copyright Dave Haugen 2003
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Chapter 9
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"Fuck yeah mannnnnnn...." cried out Lou as he laid in
ecstasy.
My attentions quickly changed over to Amanda, as Calvin
was now slowly getting her to raise her arms so she
could take her top off. Again, my mind began cycling
for some idea to stop it, but things were looking pretty
hopeless.
"Time to fuck this bitch..." said Lou as he sat up and
pushed a squirming Avril onto her back.
"No, oh God no, please don't do this, please, you'll
fucking kill me, please stop!!!" babbled Avril, although
it was quite obvious that Lou was committed to the task
at hand.
As though she were a rag doll, Lou positioned the
squirming Avril underneath him, with her ankles pressed
on his shoulders, her ankles brushing against his ears.
She was completely sandwiched underneath him, and was
screaming and struggling, expending every last bit of
her energy in a feeble attempt to prevent the
inevitable. Lou was going to fuck her, as monstrous and
shocking as it was going to be.
Every eye in the house, including Amanda's was fixated
on Lou and Avril. Lou's rugged thick black cock was
completely hard now, jutting out a good eleven inches
from his fat rolls. It must have been three inches in
diameter, easily. I know Freud never intended it that
way, but I was feeling a slight case of my own form of
penis envy. How any female could ever receive pleasure
in accepting a cock that large into her body was beyond
me. Lou's cock simply wasn't made for fucking, he was
made for ruining.
Avril started screaming as the massive head of Lou's
cock started pushing up against her relatively tiny
pussy lips. I sure as hell didn't do a great job of
stretching her out apparently, but I knew Lou was about
to complete the task I had started.
Lou's cock, despite having 300 pounds of bulk behind it,
didn't seem like it was going to be able to lodge itself
inside Avril's cunt. Lou started cursing profanities as
he battered his cock against the opening, but with all
the panic-filled squirming and wiggling going on
underneath him, it seemed that intercourse wasn't going
to be possible.
Keeping an eye on Amanda, I noticed that Calvin's
undivided attention was on Avril, although his fingers
were absentmindedly stroking inside of Amanda's
unbuttoned, unzipped jeans. Another flood of jealousy
washed through me, and I was still determined to find a
way to stop Calvin from ultimately having Amanda,
somehow.
"Fuck this, I'm gonna need some help." said Lou as he
pulled away from Avril temporarily. He then asked Steve
and I to each hold one of Avril's legs, so that he could
have a better chance of gaining entry.
Avril kicked and pleaded with us not to hold her, but
Steve and I both grasped her legs and held them apart,
pushing her knees back to her underarms, presenting
Avril's soon to be destroyed pussy and ass up towards
Lou who was grinning from cheek to cheek, stroking his
horse cock in his fingers.
"Okay bitch, you gonna get fucked good now. Fuckin'
right..." mumbled Lou as he got onto his knees and
started to rub his huge cock all over Avril's tiny
crotch.
"Let go of me!!! Fuck you, you'll kill me!!!" cried
Avril as she was effectively held down, unable to move
any part of her body except for her arms. Steve was
getting pissed off at her slapping him, so he easily
grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and pinned them
down above Avril's head. She was now completely
subdued.
"Ok bitch, I'm gonna fuck you into next week!" said Lou
as he was able to finally get just the tip of his cock
firmly embedded inside Avril's tight pussy. Avril's
forehead was beaded in perspiration, and she stopped
screaming, only making some shocked gasping noises. I
think she was in shock, but what happened next
practically put Steve and I in shock.
Lou simply fell forward, his entire 300 pound flabby
body coming crashing down on top of Amanda; his cock
pile driving all the way inside her, stopping at about
the seven inch mark when it reached maximum depth.
Steve and I got the hell out of the way and released
Avril's legs. Lou's body slammed down so hard, that the
entire bed frame snapped, and like some Buster Keaton
movie, came crashing down to the floor with a loud thud.
Unfortunately for Steve, his toe was under the bed
frame.
"FUCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!" cried out Steve as he tried
desperately to get his foot out from between the floor
and the bed frame. As I rushed over to Steve's side to
help him out, Calvin burst into sadistic laughter,
watching Steve's anguished face whiten.
"Lou asked you to lend him a hand not a foot!" joked
Calvin, totally unconcerned about the fact that Steve's
toes were still pinned under the bed. Lou didn't seem
to care either, he had his own agenda.
Avril had fainted out cold.
Her limp, lifeless body laid under Lou, unmoving,
unresisting. The trauma of Lou's body slamming into her
knocked the wind out of Avril, mercifully. Steve didn't
seem to be that lucky.
"Mike...help me man." cried Steve, as tears streamed
down his cheeks, as he tried to pull his foot out from
under the bed, but it was useless unless Lou was going
to come off the mattress.
"Just hold on buddy," I said as I turned to Calvin.
"You have to get him off the bed, Steve's foot won't
come out." I said to Calvin, however, he wasn't in the
mood to care.
"Fuck him. And fuck you too, you're interrupting the
show." replied a smiling Calvin.
I began to realize that things were getting out of hand,
and as pissed off as I was at Steve for bringing these
two degenerates here, I couldn't stand watching my good
buddy in so much agony.
"Calvin, his foot is probably broken, you have to get
Lou up!" I said as Steve started moaning, saying that he
was going to throw up.
"Don't talk to me man, I'm the one who broke the fucking
bed." replied Calvin, as he watched Lou start to rut his
way in and out of Avril's lifeless body. You could hear
the mattress squeaking away and Steve's cries were in
time with Lou's thrusting. Avril's pussy was getting
jackhammered as Lou's cock started damaging it. A
little blood was trickling down her thighs from the torn
hole, although it was hard to see with Lou's mass mostly
blocking the way.
"Mike!!!!" cried out Steve in severe pain now, knowing
his toes must be completely shattered by now. I felt
terrible for my friend, and pissed off now at Calvin and
Lou for ruining what had been, up to now, a perfect
couple of days for me.
"It's okay buddy, just hang on." I said, trying my best
to comfort Steve, although I couldn't imagine how much
pain he must be in.
"Lou!!!" I yelled out, "Get the fuck off the bed,
Steve's foot is caught under it man!"
I might as well have been talking to a wall. Lou was
too busy using Avril's body as a masturbatory toy to
answer me, getting his rocks off by grasping Avril's
shoulders and literally humping himeslf upwards into
her, his fat lobes smothering her almost completely.
Suddenly, Calvin started to tear Amanda's jeans off of
her body. It was obvious that he was preparing to rape
her as well.
"Mike help!!!" cried out Amanda, and I turned my head to
watch her helplessly trying to stop Calvin from roughly
tugging her jeans down past her knees. Just hearing her
helpless voice crying out, and crying out MY name no
less struck a chord inside me. My attentions focused
away from Steve and went directly to her.
Calvin finally managed to shed Amanda's jeans, and he
laid her down onto her back on the carpet, and started
to tear at her tiny panties. Amanda's eyes kept looking
to me for help, and I knew I couldn't let this happen.
Damnit all, I had actually fallen in love with Amanda
Bynes, like some kind of sick and twisted reverse
Stockholm-Syndrome.
Walking out of the room, I went to my front closet and
dug out my golf bag. I hadn't had much luck with my 9
iron at all this year, but I was going to make it count
today. I could already feel the adrenaline beginning to
rush
Returning into the living room, I raised the golf club
above my head and slammed it down onto Calvin's back,
where it landed with a dull thud.
"What the fuck..." was all that Calvin was able to say
before I cracked him again with the club on the side of
his temple, sending him sprawling off of Amanda and onto
the floor. Lights out.
I wasn't about to hang around long enough to find out
whether or not I had killed him. Pivoting one eighty, I
walked up to Lou and repeated my slicing and hooking of
his cranium, sending him crashing down on top of Avril,
who was still out cold.
"Amanda, help me out here," I said, and she quickly
leapt up and ran to my side, eager to help me push Lou's
obese body off of the bed. It took a lot of pushing,
but the two of us were able to unpin Lou off of Avril,
and he rolled onto the floor with a loud thud,
unconscious.
Amanda quickly began to attend to Avril, calling out to
her to see if she was alright. At the same time, I
easily lifted the bed frame off of Steve's foot, and he
screamed as he leaned forward, trying to hold the bloody
mess of his blood soaked sock still covering his ruined
toes. Steve looked like he was going to pass out, and I
quickly grabbed a large bottle of good Canadian whiskey
and told Steve to chug it down, promising him that I
would take him to the hospital. Steve was almost too
delirious in pain to reply, but he started to down the
whiskey as though it was water on a hot day.
I turned my focus to Amanda and Avril. Amanda turned to
me for assistance.
"Mike, she's okay, but she's hurt really badly, I think
we need to take her to a hospital." said Amanda with
concern in her voice. The way she looked at me was
amazing, like we were old friends. The fear in her eyes
was completely absent, and all of her efforts were
focused on her friend's well being.
"Yeah, Steve too, he needs to get that foot looked
after. Can you help me carry them to the car Amanda?" I
said, as we heard Steve finally pass out, thank God, as
I hated seeing anyone, especially my best friend, in
such excruciating pain.
"You mean it?? You're going to let us go?" asked Amanda
with her adorable voice.
I don't know what the hell was wrong with me, but I
started to feel some pangs of consciousness flowing
through me, and I knew that I had to let Amanda go. She
was one hell of a trooper, surviving the horrible ordeal
that I had put her through, and doing so with such
grace, strength and courage. She was one tough cookie,
I thought to myself.
"Yeah. I'm going to let you go. A promise is a
promise, right?" I said, flashing a quick smile to
Amanda. Amazingly, she smiled back quickly and
whispered quietly: "Thank you Mike." before returning to
Avril's side, wrapping a throw-blanket around her
shoulders, and holding her in her arms.
I picked Steve's limp body up over my shoulder and
carried him outside, placing him gently into the
backseat of his car. I laid him down onto his back,
trying to elevate his foot using the seatbelt as a
hoist. As I started to push the front passenger seat
back in preperation to hold Avril, another rush of
adrenaline started to flow through my veins as I heard
Amanda uttering out a sharp piercing scream...
"MIKE!!! HELP ME!!!!"
Faster than I've ever ran before, I dashed back inside
the house to find that Lou had awoken somewhat and had a
hold of Amanda's ankle in his hands. Grabbing my golf
club, I slammed it down onto Lou's chubby forearm, which
caused him to instantly let go of Amanda's leg. A few
more shots to his head assured me that he was knocked
out again.
"Are you okay Amanda?" I asked as I knelt down beside
her, handing her jeans over to her.
"Yes, he...he just grabbed me...I...I didn't know what
to do." replied Amanda as she started to slip her jeans
back on.
I smiled at her, then picked up Avril, who was sweetly
wrapped up inside the throw that Amanda had tucked all
around her. I waited for Amanda to finish dressing, and
then carried Avril out to the car. I placed her in the
front seat, and she started stirring a little bit,
although she was still dazed and near motionless.
Amanda went into the backseat and started to use some of
her first aid knowledge to gently remove the bloodied
sock from Steve's foot. There was a first aid kit in
the trunk, and I watched as Amanda began to clean off
the blood from in between his toes, like some young
Florence Nightingale.
"I'll wrap it up in gauze to stop the bleeding." said
Amanda as I got in the car and began to drive off, still
in a daze over everything that happened.
As we drove, and Amanda continued to take care of
Steve's foot, I began thinking of the serious trouble I
was currently in. I just left my house full of
evidence, not to mention that the entire country was on
the look out for these two young ingenues. Most amazing
of all was that I had Amanda Bynes, my object of
affection for so many years, right in my very grasp, and
I was letting the opportunity pass me by. Things were
quickly coming to an end.
"There. Finished." said Amanda as she looked at her
handiwork. "I think he'll be okay until we get to the
hospital."
"Thank you Amanda, I appreciate you taking care of him."
I replied, as my mind started going into a million
different directions at that moment.
Things hadn't turned out exactly as I had planned, but I
knew that I didn't want any harm to come to Amanda, and
that the best place for her was back home with her
family where she would be safe.
Finally, we pulled up in front of the local hospital,
and I stopped the car in the emergency ward parking lot.
Turning around, I looked to see Amanda undoing Steve's
leg in preperation of having me take him out of the car.
"Amanda," I said, causing her to turn around quickly and
look into my eyes.
"Yes?" she asked, tilting her head a slight bit, her
bangs covering half of her beautiful face.
"This is where you'll get out too. I just want you to
know that I, uh..." I was trying to get the right words
out, sounding like some gawky teenager ending a first
date.
"It's okay," interrupted Amanda, flashing me a quick
smile. "I know."
She then opened the car door, and walked around the car,
to help Avril out. Several hospital attendants came out
to meet us, and quickly ushered Steve and Avril
inside....
...WHAM!!!...
...My hand went crashing on top of my alarm clock as it
woke me up out of my deep slumber. Sweat was beading
down my forehead as I took a few seconds to gather my
thoughts before realizing where the hell I was.
I looked at the now silenced clock, it's digital readout
telling me it was 5:45 in the morning. It felt like I
had been asleep for a thousand years.
I fell back, my head hitting the pillow, as I slowly
started to wake up, realizing I was in L.A., in my
house, in my boxers, in my bed.
What a night. Drinking brandy before bed always gives
me vivid dreams, but this was ridiculous.
Stumbling out of bed, I walked into the bathroom,
flicking on the lights, and turning on the cold water
tap. I flushed my face with some cold water, slowly
awakening from my deep slumber. I had a huge kink in my
neck from sleeping in an awkward position and I grimaced
as I slowly turned my head from side to side to get the
knot out.
After taking a nice long piss to flush the brandy out, I
headed into the kitchen and poured myself a large glass
of fresh orange juice before heading into the shower.
As the beautifully hot water came beating down onto my
back, I chuckled to myself as I thought about the crazy
dream I had just had. I've had some doozies before, but
none quite so vivid and detailed as that. I reminded
myself not to drink brandy ever again before hitting the
sack. Some serious chemical fluctuations went on inside
my head after that and it just wasn't worth it.
After showering, I scrambled up a couple of eggs and
dressed up for work. The visions of that dream were
still flashing through the visual centers of my brain,
making me feel somewhat guilty for everything my
subconscious had decided to throw out at me while I
slept. Before I stepped into my car, I handed a couple
of twenty dollar bills to the homeless people that had
been sleeping in my front yard against the side of my
house for the past few nights. Strange people, I
thought. The guy looked like he hadn't shaved since the
middle ages, and the two robed women with him, at least
I think they were women, hard to tell with those white
drapes covering their faces and bodies, clinging to his
side. The guy thanked me and muttered some fanatical
religious crap to me as I drove off. Before arriving at
work, I stopped off at the Red Cross office and wrote
out a donation check. It felt like the right thing to
do.
Finally arriving at work, I slumped down onto my chair
and flicked my computer on. As I waited for it to boot
up, I thought one more time about that bizarre dream and
how damn real it had seemed. I'd like to hear Freud
analyze that one, I thought to myself as I smiled.
Logging into XP, I surfed the Internet for a few
minutes, wincing at the thrashing the Falcons had handed
the Packers last night, then proceeded to work, as my
thoughts started drifting back to reality.
***THE END***
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