Avril Lavigne’d

It was a late Friday afternoon in the small Midwestern town in Illinois. The dark spring storm clouds that had loomed threateningly on the horizon since morning were finally closing in, and most of the students and staff at the local high school had rushed home immediately after school. The only afternoon activity that had not been canceled was chorus. Some of the members had grumbled, but the final concert of the year was only two weeks away, and the coach was determined to keep the girls in top form for it.

The team's brightest star was a shy and beautiful eighteen-year-old named Kristen McAllister. The beautiful girl had long blond hair, hazel eyes, and a lovely face which was both sexy and cute. One of the runners for valedictorian, the girl was smart, popular, well liked, and successful.

The irony is, if her hair hadn’t been the length it was, she probably never would have been noticed by the organization.

Earlier in the day, Kristen's chorus coach had handed her a note from the principal. The note instructed Kristen to report to the principals office after practice, for a "brief meeting." So as soon as Coach dismissed the team, Kristen returned to the locker room. It had only been a light practice, no more than a few songs, and most of her fellow club members had gone straight home. Kristen waved them goodbye, wondering what the principle would want. Young Kristen walked warily through the empty halls. Even though she knew the old building well, it felt somehow ominous tonight. When she finally reached the front hall and saw the light shining from the open door of the principals office, she practically ran to it.

There was no one inside. Kristen looked around confusedly. Did the principle forget he had given her a note? Maybe he was just late getting here. She decided to wait. Kristen hadn’t been waiting longer than five minutes when the lights in the room went out. She jumped with surprise. She opened the door and looked out: By now the halls were absolutely empty and most of the lights had been shut off, leaving the hallways bathed only in the dull, red light of the emergency exit lights. Somewhere in the distance she could hear the custodian slamming the back doors to make sure they locked properly as he left for the weekend. The storm winds buffeting the old building made an eerie moaning sound and the darkened corridors seemed full shadows.

She rapidly decided that the principle would get over her missing the meeting.  Kristen started walking briskly down the deserted hallways towards the exit. Her flight, however, did little to calm her nerves. The howling winds had gone strangely silent and the only sound was the click click click of her shoes on the cold tile floors. The sound echoed eerily through the shadows. It sounded like a ghostly clock counting down in the distance. It was as if time were somehow coming to an end. And for little Kristen, it was.

Kristen started as she heard the sound of another footstep, one that she didn’t make. She looked around, but there was no one else in the hallway but her. Nevertheless, she spent some time staring into the darkness, daring it to move. Something was very strange about all this. Strange and scary. A shiver ran through her body as she tried to edge back from the darkness.

A hand grabbed her from behind. Kristen shrieked, her scream echoing through the deserted hallways, silent as the grave. A hand was clamped over her mouth, smelling of some acrid chemical. The young girl struggled hard, but the man behind her was at least a foot taller and had more than a hundred pounds on the petite junior. The fumes of the cloth over her nose were making her dizzy, and her struggles rapidly grew weaker and weaker, then she collapsed limp in her arms.

The man let her settle to the ground, staring at her. Of course he had seen many photos of the girl, to check for her eligibility, but it was a different matter to see her in person, especially knowing what she was to become. Of course it was difficult not to stare at Kristen, even under normal circumstances. Kristen was breathtaking. A eighteen year old schoolgirl that made grown men stop dead in their tracks when she passed. And this man had more reason to stare than most. he were imagining what it would be like to take such a stunning child captive… not for ransom, but for "entertainment." What it might be like to have an innocent angel like Kristen at his mercy, totally defenseless, his to enjoy in any way he wished.

He stared lustfully at the drugged little beauty on the floor before him, imagining what she would be like soon, thinking of all the ways she could be forced to please him . . all the unspeakable things he would do to her, knowing for certain he would not be caught… Evil things from his darkest, most twisted fantasies. He was imagining all these things, because that is what she was here for. Soon his brutal fantasies would become sweet little Kristen's reality--the final terrifying reality of her innocent young life.

He smiled and picked her up. The man’s truck, with a secret compartment between the wheel wells, was just feet from one of the back entrances, where the light had been suspiciously unscrewed. The airport where a private plane was waiting was only 6 miles away. Within a mere fifteen minutes, the girl would be airborne and gone, long before anyone even knew the girl was missing.

In another room, Kristen’s coach opened a duffel bag left on a chair for him, looking happily at the money inside.

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Kevin Andrews whistled to himself as he walked down sterile white hallways of his compound. The facility was fairly large, sold by the government of a former soviet republic after the fall of the Berlin wall. The whole place was off the books – probably no record still existed that it was ever built or sold. Even if meaningful law enforcement existed in this backwater hellhole, no one would know where to look.

What Kevin was on the way to check out was his organization’s latest project, the former Kristen McAllister. Three weeks ago, doctors had been working on her non-stop, preparing her for her star role in one of the most exclusive title lists the world has ever seen. Kevin looked in through one way glass into a cell where a young girl was shackled to a bed, buried in bandages and surrounded by doctors standing around.   Kevin looked over at the medical reports taped to the glass, labeled “before.”

Standing barely 5'3" in her little black knee socks, Kristen had been a diminutive girl, but exquisitely proportioned. In looking at a school photo of the girl, the man had difficulty focusing on any one feature as being her most attractive, though he were compelled to make such a choice, Kevin would probably have been her face or her legs… depending on whether he felt more inclined toward adoration or lust.

Kristen's face was adorable, beguiling… the absolute essence of innocent sensuality. From her sweet, soft lips, to her cute little upturned nose, to those big bright eyes and her gorgeous crown of straight blond hair, little Kristen could break a grown man's heart with a smile.

But if her face caused men's hearts to race, her incredible legs tended to create a surge in lower parts of their anatomy. Lusciously long, slender, lightly tanned and perfectly sculpted, they drew more than just "appreciative" stares from almost every man who saw her. Barely covered by a short blue cotton skirt in the present photo, they were very hard to ignore.

Kevin stroked his hand down the photo, brushing Kristen's face.  She has such an innocent smile.  The teenage honestly had no idea how excited some people got from seeing her. She must have known people found her pretty, and liked that... but despite the gradual blossoming of her body, she was virtually unaware of her own sexuality. Naive, perhaps, but to most people this was a truly refreshing trait in a little girl so extraordinarily beautiful.

It didn't matter.  She'd never wear that smile again anyway, even if Kevin didn't intend to have that innocence stripped from her.  The cosmetic surgery he'd paid for was expensive, but it was nothing compared to the money she would make him shortly.

Kevin knocked once at the window, and the three doctors entered and started removing her bandages. Her cheekbones had been narrowed slightly, her nose tucked just a bit, her lips flushed out. Her hair was cut and styled, and its tips dyed black.

Her body, however, received the most severe changes. Her breasts were reduced very slightly, and what little baby fat she had had been removed. A small amount of fat was removed from her thighs and upper arms to narrow them. Her exquisite body was perfectly formed and slight, likely only a hundred pounds. Her scars were invisible, hidden from sight by masterful doctors.

John whistled, and nodded approvingly to himself. This poor little teen was just like his clients had ordered, and was going to make him an absurd amount of money. Kristen McAllister was dead as far as anyone was concerned.

Her name was now Avril Ramona Lavigne.

Kevin smiled.  It was a simple business, really. Nothing complicated about it. It wasn’t especially easy, nor was it cheap, but it was very simple. It just took a manager of exceptional planning and vision.  Like him.

The organization paid people worldwide to act as seekers, looking for celebrity lookalikes. Certain elements can be changed, but a lot has to match. Her voice was the hardest – it had to be close to identical and the seeker had to interact with the girl firsthand to know for sure – a photo wouldn't cut it. Her face had be very similar too, close enough it can be fixed to be a match with simple surgery. She had to be within an inch of the right height, nearly the same body size, similar eyes, age, and unless the organization had time enough to wait, the hair had to be appropriate.

Then they kidnap her. The organization has no problem with paying money for the girl to strengthen their security, along with creating a convenient fall guy. After they have the girl, they smuggler her back to the compound, then they start surgery. Doctor that Kevin had recruited personally ‘fix’ the attributes of her body that didn’t match who they were supposed to be, and then…

He found people who hate her, and have lots of money.

The people pay an absurd amount of money (for this girl, a million dollars a person) for the right to punish the celebrity –  to objectify, torture, rape and abuse the girl. The whole thing is filmed, and the film is sold. They watch their customers very carefully, and they’ll only manage to sell about twenty copies or so, but at ten thousand a copy, it didn’t really matter.

Kevin smiled, opening his phone to inform the first of his clients that Avril would be ready soon.  Simple.

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‘Avril Lavigne’ was shackled to a chain on the ceiling when people started entering the room. The gorgeous blonde’s heart beat fast with fear as she desperately twisted her body away from her. She bemoaned the slutty clothing she had been dressed in by some doctors. She was wearing black bondage pants with a hot pink studded belt, riding low on her hip. The entire pants clung tightly to her ass. Her upper half was covered only by a slight black tank top with a hot pink skull in the center several sizes too small for her, making it cling tightly to her breasts. Avril started yelling at them the moment they entered for them to let her go.

A full sentence never made it out of her mouth. Deryck Whibley, a punk singer himself, calmly stood over her, a evil smile on his face. He slapped her hard as her meaningless objections tumbled from her mouth.

“Bitch,” he said quietly, backhanding her hard enough to make her knees buckle. “You lousy, stuck-up, sexy bitch. You’re going to learn not to fuck with people.”

Avril opened her mouth to scream but Deryck slapped her again. This time a thin trickle of blood dripped from the corner of her lush, red lips. Then, before Avril was fully aware of what was happening, he pulled off his belt and hit her with it. Avril screeched in pain as the biting leather cut through her thin pants to sting her ass and thighs. Deryck slapped her again to shut her up, then grabbed the V of her tank top and ripped it to pieces.

Avril gasped with shock and panic as the fabric tore. ”Stop this!” Avril managed to scream at last. Her top had been reduced to rags. “You’re making a big mistake, I’m not who you think I am!”

“We know exactly who you are, whore,” John Lavigne, the real Avril’s father who weighed at least three hundred pounds, called from behind her. “We just don’t care. We want to fuck around with you a little bit, maybe see what kind of a stuck-up princess you are with cum on your pretty face and a cock stuck up your little ass.”

Avril started to scream, but the moment he saw her open her mouth, Deryck slapped her again. This time he hit her so hard that she fell limp in the chains holding her up. Deryck grabbed her by her silky blond hair and pulled her roughly back up to her feet, then swung her away from them and into the wall. She half staggered, half swung back out from the impact, and as she did, Deryck swung the belt against her tender ass.

Avril did scream then, but she cut her cries short when the people crowding into the room started laughing, realizing that they were getting off by making her scream and suffer. She tried to edge her away from them, but Deryck caught her by a handful of her blond hair and held her in place while he flogged her ass with his big leather belt.

“You bastard!” she hissed. “Let me go! Do you hear me you son of a bitch! Let me go!”

“A bitch like you is good for just one thing,” Deryck growled, and with a jerk of his muscular arm, he dragged Avril by her hair around towards him. He rapidly undid the chains holding her to the ceiling and tossed her over a bench “That’s spreading her legs and her lips for men. Your time in Hollywood didn’t teach you very well, and you’ve made altogether too much money by cockteasing like hell, but you made a big fucking mistake by ignoring me. Now you’re going to learn about your true talents, little miss popstar!” He turned to face the crowd of smiling men. “Ok, everyone out. Only the four of us here for now, the rest of you will have your chance.” Grumbling, they all shuffled back out through the doors to watch over the cameras.

Deryck threw her face-down over the bench, and Avril squirmed frantically against the metal. Matthew Lavigne, Avril’s older brother, stepped quickly in and grabbed her wrists. Before Avril knew what was happening, they had stretched her arms out over her head and strapped her wrists to the beams that jutted out from either side of the bench.

“You bastards!” Avril shrieked, staring at the awful man. “This is your last chance, you stupid creeps! You let me go now, or whole bunch of you are going to be in jail forever!”

“Shut up, bitch,” Deryck said mildly, and undid her belt, pulling her now gashed bondage pants down over her ass. “Somebody shut the silly little princess up. Find that CD players, John. I want to play her own record to this sexy piece of shit while I fuck her ass off.”

“Nooooo!” Avril howled when she heard Deryck’s zipper. A moment later, he stepped around the curve of her hip and shook his prick in her face, and then she screamed even louder.

Deryck’s cock was huge. It was almost a foot long and his cockhead seemed to be the size of one of Avril’s fists. There was a drop of pre-cum leaking from huge dick, and Deryck wiped it off on Avril’s cheek before be stepped back any from her.

“She likes that big prick,” Kenneth, the drummer from Avril’s tour, said with stupid laugh. He pulled out his own cock, a filthy fat hunk of meat that was no more than an inch or so smaller than Deryck’s. “Well good news, Avie, ‘cause we all got big ones for you. Half the men in the county have a hard on for you, and now our hard cocks are for you, slut!”

Avril shuddered with revulsion at the slimy coolness of Deryck’s fuck-lube on her cheek. It trickled down over her tightly shut lips, and the sensation of it drooling over her mouth made Avril want to vomit. Worse yet was the pounding realization that they were really serious. They were going to rape her. She wanted to scream. Avril didn’t think she could stand to be raped by all four of the dirty bastards.

A moment later she felt the head of Deryck’s big cock brushing against the fragile lips of her cunt, and it was all she could do to stifle a scream of terror.

“Look at that,” John shouted gleefully, pointing at the sexy squirming of Avril’s body as she tried to wriggle across the bench away from the relentless advance of Deryck’s monster prick. “You were right, Deryck.”

“That’s right,” Deryck said, teasing Avril with his cock now, rubbing it against her quivering pink cunt, then pulling it away just when it seemed he was about to ram it home. “You see, Avril, you really should feel honored. I’ve trained a lot of bitches in our time, but we’ve never fucked with one like you before!”

“Of course you are sexier than any other bitch he’s ever raped,” John said. “And Deryck said he had the feeling that you hadn’t had much in the way of cock, even if I thought you’d been spreading your legs for half of Hollywood.”

Avril burned with shame and anger at the way the horrible men were talking about her. The worst thing of all was that all the things John had told her were true. Whether or not it was true for the real Avril, she was still a virgin.

“Just look at this body,” Deryck growled, reaching under Avril to grab her proud, perky tits. “You ever see tits this beautiful on a little bitch like her? You ever see tits this perfect on a tight little Hollywood cunt? Her ass is tight even for a high school girl’s, and her pussy is so tiny you’d think it never got fucked. And I’ve always wanted to rape this little bitch.

“I’ve never had a bitch with as pretty a face as her. She’s going to be a real challenge. We’re going to have to work hard to bring out the slut in Avril.”

Avril wanted to scream at the way they were talking about her. It was as though she was some animal they had bought at auction. And they didn’t seem afraid at all of the consequences of what they were doing. They acted as if they had every right in the world to be raping and brutalizing her.

Matthew and John and Deryck talked about her body and face, comparing her tits and ass and pussy to those of other teenage girls they had fucked or raped. “Hey, bitch, let’s see if you feel as good as you look.” John stepped in and grabbed one of Avril’s tits, sinking his fingers into it. “You’re a sexy cunt, all right. Too bad you haven’t been fucking me and Matthew for years now, you stuck-up little whore!”

Avril clenched her eyes tightly shut as Kenneth and Matthew stepped up to maul her tender body. Deryck was still playing his cock over the quivering lips of her cunt, poking the bulging head into her just hard enough to make her jump and wriggle. All of the men laughed at the way the sleek little celebrity jerked and squirmed, and they pinched and pawed her tits and legs and ass and stomach to keep her writhing constantly atop the bench. Only John stood apart, and the panicked blond wondered why the biggest of the men wasn’t joining in on the assault.

“Fucking beautiful bitch!” Deryck gasped, leaning down over her back to bite and lick his way across her cheek and throat. “We’re going to fuck you until you can’t stand up, little popstar! A whore as sexy as you should have been spreading her legs for men her whole life! You’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for!”

Suddenly Avril wished she was ugly, even though Avril Lavigne had always flaunted the fact that she was one of the most beautiful women in the media, and she had become famous on the back of her looks. Now it was like she was having to pay for all those things her sexy face and body had gotten Avril.

Her eyes were big and round and wet with tears. Her lips were full and red. Her hair hung halfway down her back, its two tone color clear against the dark bench and silky to the touch. Her body was as perfect as her face. Avril was a small woman, no more than five foot three, but she almost seemed to have four feet of legs alone, so wonderful were they to look at. She had the kind of legs that men dream about — long and slender and flawlessly tapered from her lush hips to her tiny ankles. She had a perfect ass, a tight little bubble that jutted out as tight and firm as the schoolgirl she had been before dropping out.

Her waist was so tiny that even a small man could have circled it with his fingers. Her tits were small but they were very firm and lush, standing out high on her chest. They didn’t sag even an inch.

Deryck ripped the bra away, tumbling her lush tits out into Matthew’s and Kenneth’s waiting hands. They laughed at the sight of her pretty nipples, and in a moment, they were both pinching and tearing at the hard, tender buds. At the same time, Deryck pulled her hot topic panties down around her knees, revealing the creamy cheeks of her ass and the furred, pink lips of her tiny cunt. Her panties had already been stained with his fuck-lube. Now he banged his cock directly against the soft cleft of her pussy.

“You’re about to get fucked, Avie,” Matthew whispered down into Avril’s ear, then licked his way around the rim and down deep inside. “Remember what it feels like not to have a cock between your legs, ‘cause it’s going to be a long time till you feel like that again slut.”

Kenneth laughed, still harassing her tits. “Bitch!” He growled as he bit her and slobbered his way over the back of her neck. “By the time we’re through with you, you’ll be begging for cock from every man you see.”

Avril opened her mouth to object, but then she felt Deryck line the fat head of his cock up with her tiny slit. She caught her breath, her muscles tensing.

Deryck’s giant cockhead dwarfed the tiny pink mouth of her pussy, and he wrenched her thighs as wide apart as he could before he thrust forward.

“Bitch!” he screwed. “You dried-out, worthless whore! Open up your pussy, you worthless slut!”

Avril thought she was going to die. Her legs felt as though they were being dislocated and her pussy felt as though it was being fed a bat. Deryck’s big body crunched her tiny frame against the bench. She was being buried and torn in half all at the same time. She bit her lip to keep from screaming, but she grunted at the terrible impact of Deryck’s cock against the tight, dry lips of her pussy.

“Fuck her, Deryck!” Matthew screamed, slapping Avril’s face to keep her eyes open while his new friend tried to fuck his huge cock inside her. “Split her open like the whore she is! Fuck her tight pussy to pieces.”

Avril wriggled like a dying worm and tried to pull herself away from Deryck’s murderous cock. Her sensitive nipples and tender tits burned from the harassing pinches and prods. Her face stung from the repeated slaps from Matthew and Kenneth. But the worst pain of all was coming from her tiny pink pussy. It felt like Deryck was drilling out a new hole inside her, and Avril was sure her body was about to burst wide open.

“You little bitch!” he screamed, grabbing his belt again and lashing it down against her creamy thighs, marking them red. “Open up, you little whore, ‘cause I’m coming in no matter what!”

Avril wanted to beg for mercy as the delicate pink lips of her cunt spread wide around the huge girth of Deryck’s cock. She wanted to tell her rapists that she was too small for the size of cock Deryck was trying to fuck her with. It wasn’t her fault, she was only a little over five feet tall, and her pussy hadn’t ever been fucked before!

The smallest of the people lining up to rape her was Matthew, and even he stood almost six feet tall, weighed two hundred pounds and had a cock that stuck out at least nine or ten inches from his body.

Avril clamped her asscheeks as tight as she could, contracting her pussy until it was as tight as a tiny pink fist. She swore to herself that she was going to fight the monster to the bitter end.

Then Deryck hammered his enormous cock home.

Avril’s eyes shot open, bulging almost out of her head as her cherry tore. Her mouth formed a wide, perfect circle, and every ounce of will power she had couldn’t keep a scream from ripping out. She arched her back as though she had been stabbed with a knife, and strained her arms against the chains that bound them until her muscles rippled and her wrists were bleeding. Her cunt and ass cramped as Deryck’s cock flicked up inside her, and she went limp beneath him. With one savaging lunge, he drove his foot-long cock all the way inside her tiny hole.

“Enjoying it yet, Avie?” Deryck asked, grinding his hips to gouge his giant cock around inside her stuffed pussy. “Have I got your fucking attention yet, you stuck-up cow?”

Avril gasped for air, unable to breathe with such an enormous log of flesh buried inside her. She could feel Deryck stirring her internal organs as he pound his cock around in her straining pussy. Her pussy lips pulled around the stalk of his cock like a stretched rubber band.

“She looks like a fish out of water,” Kenneth said with a laugh, and he flopped his fat, dripping cock against Avril’s cheek. “Look at that sweet mouth gasping! I think I’ll let her gasp around a mouthful of meat!”

Avril tried to snap her mouth shut when she heard his words, but John slammed the palm of his hand against her temple, and with her head pinned against the bench, he stuffed his cock between her lips. Avril almost vomited at her first taste of his dirty, leaking cock, but he only laughed at her and fed her more of his prick. Avril had never sucked a man’s cock, and the taste, smell and feel of John’s throbbing prick were worse than anything she had ever imagined.

Deryck was raising welts on her creamy legs and ass with every lash of his big leather belt. While he beat her, he drew his monstrous cock slowly back out of her cunt.

Avril breathed a deep sigh of relief. It felt as though a log was being pulled out of her. Her lungs worked again, and she gulped one desperate breath after another. Finally only the fat head of Deryck’s prick was still buried inside the straining lips of her cunt.

And then he thrust forward again.

Avril’s tiny body scooted six inches along the bench with the savage violence of Deryck’s fuck-thrust. Kenneth had to grab her head to keep her lips from sliding off the end of his cock. Avril’s beautiful face twisted with the pain, and she wasn’t able to stop a long, painful moan from escaping her cock-stuffed lips.

“Sounds like she’s feeling it now,” Matthew said with a giggle. He pulled Avril’s long blond hair back away from her face so that he could have a perfect view of both the cocks fucking her helpless body. “Or maybe little sis is just having a nightmare.”

Avril wished that it was a nightmare, that she could wake up safely in her bed at home and forget all about her kidnapping, the surgery, the pain and degradation of the horrible double rape. Deryck started fucking her fast and hard, moving his foot-long cock in and out of her dry, clinging pussy like a sex-crazed piston. Every stab of his cock inside her felt like the thrust of a sandpaper-wrapped baseball bat. Her legs kicked helplessly out at her sides and her asscheeks tightened and relaxed in a hopeless battle to expel the huge cock from her poor cunt.

Avril could feel the scratchy hair of Deryck’s crotch with every vicious plunge of his cock inside her, and she knew that she was taking his full twelve inches of fuck-flesh. Her sexy asscheeks shuddered with every impact of his crotch. His balls swung up to hit the fluttering pink lips of her pussy.

Deryck fucked her as hard and violently as he could, and it felt to Avril more like she was being beaten with a hammer than fucked with a cock. She was pushed forward with every devastating collision between his huge, muscular frame and her tiny, sexy body.

“Fuck me back, you worthless slut!” Deryck screamed, beating her body and fucking her cunt with equal fury. “Aren’t you good for anything, you fucking stuck-up cow? Every whore I’ve ever fucked knew how to shake their asses better than you do! Fuck me back, you sorry slut!”

Avril lay limp against the bench, determined to do nothing to make the horrible rape enjoyable for Deryck. Her legs felt as though they had been torn to shreds by his leather belt. As Matthew held her down, the two rapists flipped her over, shoving her ass in the air and her tits against the bench. Now he started flogging her back and ass as well, working his way up methodically from the tops of her ass toward the graceful curves of her shoulders. Her cunt felt as though it was being fucked with a lit torch, and she wondered if she was going to be fucked to death on tape like some kind of common tramp, raped and murdered.

John was using her mouth like a fuck-toy, yanking her head back and forth on his dripping prick. Avril didn’t try to fight him, but she kept tongue pressed to the bottom of her mouth and let her lips fall wide open. John slammed his cock down her throat until her upturned nose was buried in a musty forest of crotch hair and his balls draped over her chin. Avril couldn’t help but contract her throat around the choking rod of muscle, and John fucked her gullet as though it was another pussy.

“Rule number one, little singer cunt,” Deryck rasped, laying one red welt after another down across her creamy white back. “You might as well memorize it. A slut’s duty is to give her men the most pleasure she can with her whorish body.”

Avril burned with anger and shame at Deryck’s words. Deryck might be able to break her body, but he were never going to be able to break her spirit.

While Deryck raped her rougher than ever, she shook her sexy ass around in agony, as though she was fucking the biggest cock in the universe. Her lips squeezed tight around the mushroom-shaped head of John’s cock and she took every inch of his fat rod down her throat without a bit of desire to do so, her tongue scraping against the underside of his prick every bit of the way in and out. Kenneth groaned, and used her ears for handles as he moved his cock around inside the tight, wet sheath of her throat, fucking it harder and harder.

Avril couldn’t stop shaking. Tears were running down her pretty cheeks in rivers. Her breath whistled in and out in ragged, shallow bursts. She waved her high, creamy ass in wide desperate circles as she tried to grind out the awful, burning pain of her multiple rapes.

“My arms getting tired of beating this whore,” Deryck said, continuing to rape her with his cock. “but I don’t think the little whore’s learned her lesson yet. Do you want to keep getting beaten Avie?”

“Nooooo!” Avril cried, shaking her head desperately as she lathered Kenneth’s cock with her tongue and lips. “Nooooo! Please no!”

“Did I hear the little pop princess say please?” Deryck asked with a wide smile on his face. “Kenneth, pull out your cock so I can hear her.”

Kenneth muttered a protest, but he pulled his spit soaked cock out of Avril’s wetly clasping mouth. The sexy blond dropped her head limply against the bench once her mouth was freed of the throbbing cock-gag. Kenneth slapped his cock against her pretty face, letting fuck-lube and spit drool down over her nose and lips and chin while he roughly dragged his cock up the length of her face. His sweaty balls draped over her chin almost like a beard.

“Did you say please, cunt?” Deryck asked, lashing the belt down over Avril’s back and ass a few more times as she wriggled helplessly in her bonds.

“Yes!” Avril hissed, able to think only of how much she hated these men.

“Yes what?” Deryck asked, and Matthew and Kenneth laughed wildly as he whipped her ass with his leather strap.

“Yes, please!” Avril said, her voice shaking with the horror of degrading herself in front of the horrible men.

“Are you going to do everything we tell you to?” Deryck asked. His voice sounded so reasonable that it seemed to Avril that she would be foolish to disagree with him. But still the belt left trails of burning tot pain across her bowed back and shuddering ass.

“Yes!” she whispered, her face red with the shame.

“Louder!” Matthew shouted. “Will you suck our cocks as good as you can? Fuck us as good as you can? Help us fuck your ass?”

“Yes!” Avril cried, knowing that she couldn’t stand that though of her tender skin sustaining further beating, or continued violent rape of her poor, shattered cunt. “Yes, I’ll fuck you and suck you the best I can! Just be gentle, please be gentle!”

“Louder!” John yelled, fucking his dripping cock all over her pretty face, smearing her perfect features with trails of sticky fuck-lube. “Will you suck our asses and drink our piss and finger fuck yourself while we take pictures?”

Avril tried as hard as she could not to say yes. They were talking about awful, perverted things now, much worse than even being raped in her mouth and cunt and ass. She couldn’t let the horrible men strip her of every shred of her dignity the way they had torn away her clothing. Then she thought of the unbearable agony of Deryck’s belt across her back and ass. She knew that she would do whatever the perverted monsters wanted.

“Yes!” she screamed, her voice cracking. She twisted her head to look at Deryck. “I’ll do whatever you want! But it’s only because I know you can hurt me bad! I l hate it! And I hate you, too!”

“But what do you hate most?” Deryck asked with a laugh, slashing the belt down against her squirming, shackled body. “Ask for something, you frigid little whore. Say, please fuck me with your cock, or please beat me until my whole body bleeds. Say one, bitch, and that’s the one we’ll give you!”

Avril stared up at the big man. In this situation, it hardly mattered she wasn’t high school dropout pop star Avril Lavigne. These men were her masters now. It didn’t matter how much money or power she had, because any one of these men could break her to their will with their strength and their cocks and their cruelty.

Her pants and tank top were torn to ribbons and piled on the floor in tatters. Her panties were tangled around her knees. Her bra had been reduced to rags. She was all but naked, staked out on display for the many cameras, their dull red lights shining in the darkness. She’d been raped in her mouth and her cunt, been whipped with a belt until her back and ass were a mass of welts. All the while, Avril’s pop-punk tracks played over the speakers, in a voice that might as well be her own. Was she really Avril, or was she Kristen? She was starting to lose sight of the answer. She realized suddenly that whether she liked it or not, until they decided to let her go, she was the slave to these men.

“Please fuck me with your cock!” she whispered, cursing herself for being unable to keep the quaver from her voice. “Please fuck me with your big cock!”

“That’s good, bitch,” Deryck said with an evil grin. He raised the belt to whip her more. Avril opened her mouth to scream, but Kenneth shoved his cock inside her before she could make a sound. Kenneth groaned with pleasure as Avril whipped her tongue desperately over the head of his cock and squirmed her lips up and down his length as she tried desperately to cry out.

Avril shivered uncontrollably as she the belt crashed down on her again, screaming around the cock gagging her. Waves of freezing cold and blazing heat crashing through her sexy body. Her eyes glazed over with agony. Sweat poured off her squirming, sexy frame and goosebumps rose in pebbly sheets over her arms and tits and stomach. Her nipples turned bright red and poked out even longer and stiffen as they filled with blood. She wriggled on the bench as though she were dying.

Without warning, Avril started pissing, and until she heard the cruel men laughing and felt the hot flush of piss splashing down her trembling thighs, she didn’t even know what was happening. Then she burned with shame, certain that she could sink no lower than this. She was even more horrified when Deryck cupped his hands under the yellow flow and splashed handfuls of her piss back over her welted, shapely ass and bowed back. When the piss started burning into the crimson welts, she had to bang her head against the bench to keep from screaming again.

Deryck plunged his cock back inside her, and Avril bucked and trembled like a caged animal as his foot of cock impaled her. She heard him groan with pleasure at the slippery wetness he encountered inside her pussy and at the friction her helplessly contracting pussy applied to his ravaging prick.

Avril jammed herself back on the big cock as she thrashed about, unmindful of the ripping pain of having the oversized prick bludgeon its way inside her. Deryck wrapped his big hands around her waist and jerked her back and forth like a rag doll, and Avril squirmed against him with every ounce of strength left inside her tortured body.

She slavered like a hungry dog over John’s meaty slab of cock, lathering it with her tongue and hollowing her cheeks in an unintentional effort to drain his cum out of his heavy balls. John had stopped fucking her throat and was soaking up the pleasure of having the high class beauty being pushed onto his dick by Deryck fucking her, making her suck his cock like an eager schoolgirl. He reached down with one hand to squeeze her tits, pulling them back and forth across her chest like rubbery playthings and pinching her nipples until she grunted with pain.

Avril bounced and twisted wildly between the two men, her slim body on fire with pain. She was terrified of them now that she knew what they would do to her. From now on, she would do whatever they demanded, and she cursed herself, feeling disgusted at letting them turn her into a submissive little slavish lap dog, but she couldn’t stand much more pain. She felt as if her body had already been destroyed, sacked by some invading army. And they were already raping her in two holes at once. She had precious little dignity left to defend.

“Bitch!” Kenneth screamed, pistoning his hips again and wrapping his hands in her lush, golden hair. “You fucking dirty old cow! Milk me, bitch! Milk some fucking cum!”

A moment later, he pulled back and Avril’s mouth was filled with salty, disgusting cum. She felt a splashing against the roof of her mouth and then she was choking. Another blast hit on her quivering tongue. Avril squirmed her mouth tightly shut around the invading stalk of Kenneth’s cock and tried to hold all the filthy cock-cream inside her mouth. With the next shot, her cheeks were swollen and cum was oozing out to drool down his prick.

Avril didn’t want to swallow the filthy cum, but she knew she didn’t have any choice. She almost threw up the first mouthful she swallowed. The taste was so salty and musky that she didn’t think she could stand it. The second mouthful went down easier. Then she was just milking the dregs of Kenneth’s jism away, each taste a little more watery than the last, the taste of the cock-cream slowly giving way to some new, sharp taste that she couldn’t quite identify.

And then she knew exactly what it was.

Her body shook with convulsions as she tried to breathe around the quart of piss Kenneth was drowning her in. Her mouth opened wide around his pissing cock, and as much of the stinking yellow fluid fountained back out over her elegant face as drained down to her stomach, making a beautiful picture for the cameras. Avril could hear Deryck and Matthew laughing at her, and she burned with shame.

“That’s what you’re good for, you sexy bitch.” Kenneth pulled his cock out of her mouth and sprayed the last of his piss all over Avril’s beautiful face. “Cum and piss! A sexy bitch like you is meant to be a dumping ground for whatever her men feel like dumping!”

Avril turned her piss-soaked face away from the leering man, unable to face his open contempt and easy mastery. Her beautiful blond hair was matted with his piss and her face was soaked and stinking. Piss had drained up her upturned nose and she was snorting and coughing and squirming.

Avril’s cunt was still burning from the pillaging cock. The fucking felt great to Deryck. He smiled down at the sexy blond bitch with an expression of contempt as she twisted and bucked on the bench. Her cunt was wringing on his cock, and it was all he could do to keep from blowing his load up her pussy. He almost had her now. He’d shown her who the boss was. Now he just had to prove to her what a slut she was after that, the sexy little singer would be the perfectly slutty fuck-toy.

“Slut!” he whispered sweetly into her ear, crushing her tiny, doll-like body beneath him and biting and licking his way over her long, graceful throat. “Dirty little whore! That’s all you are, isn’t it? Tell me or I’ll start whipping you again!”

“You bastard!” Avril whimpered. She could hardly hold back the tears. “I’m a slut! I’m a dirty little whore!”

“Keep saying it,” Deryck said, fucking her harder and faster, grinding her body painfully into the unyielding bench. He bit her flawless white throat until he drew blood. “Keep telling me what a bitch you are. What a worthless cunt you are. Tell me that all you’re good for is taking big hard cocks.”

“I’m a slut,” Avril said, trying to block from her mind the laughter and insults of the men. “I’m, a worthless bitch. The only thing I’m good for — oh, you’re fucking me too hard — is taking a big cock up my pussy or down my throat!”

Avril felt strange. She didn’t know it, but the drugs she had been given were having an effect. Her clit kept getting hotter and hotter, There was a slick, wet feeling over her cunt, and an itch that the fucking of Deryck’s cock seemed to scratch. She felt lightheaded. It didn’t seem real.

Deryck fucked into her as though he wanted to smash her delicate, sexy body to pieces. His cum was boiling up through his cock, and he couldn’t hold it back anymore. He smashed Avril flat against the bondage bench and fucked her like a maddened beast, then he dug his hands underneath her and tore at her tits until Avril had to scream with the pain.

“I’m a lowly slut,” Avril said, having to try with every ounce of her will power to keep her voice from cracking with pain and the mysterious feeling in her cunt. “I’m only good for sucking jism and getting my pussy fucked and taking a whipping when I do something wrong.”

She screamed again when Deryck’s jism splashed up inside her battered cunt. She trembled and whined, and every muscle in her sexy body tensed with the burning pain that boiled through her ravaged pussy. But there was something else, too, and Avril felt sick and disgusted with herself, because she knew that the feeling was pleasure.

“The only thing I’m good for is swallowing piss,” she said, her voice trembling with barely contained emotion. “I’m a dirty, lowly slut, and I should be spending my time spreading my legs for a man. I’m a slut, and it’s a slut’s job to service her men in any way they want. I’m nothing but a worthless whore!”

Deryck pulled his cock from her battered pussy, pointing and laughing at the gooey mix of cum and cunt-cream that drooled down her trembling, silky thighs. Then he propped his cock in the crack of her ass and pissed all aver her welted back and creamy asscheeks. Avril shivered with the pain of the salty piss burning into the welts, but her cunt went right on squirming.

“My natural position is on my back with my feet up in the air,” she said, and the worst part of all was that she had begun to wonder if she wasn’t telling the truth. At this point, as far as she could remember she was Avril and always had been, just a fuck toy named Avril.

“Turn her over,” Deryck said as he wiped his sloppy prick clean over the perfectly rounded curves of Avril’s ass. Before Avril knew what was happening, Matthew and Deryck had turned her over onto her back again and retied her hands to the truck’s mirrors.

The pressure of the bench burned her welted back, but Avril clamped her mouth tightly shut. She had only a single orgasm in her life, and felt so guilty over it she’d never masturbated again. But she had nearly had one while Deryck was fucking her. She didn’t understand how something so horrible could have happened, but she knew that she wasn’t going to let herself get out of control again. She had been raped and hurt and degraded beyond relief, but no matter what happened she wasn’t going to let herself become a willing plaything for these monsters.

She looked down at her pussy and gasped at what she saw. She had half expected it to be covered in blood and blown to ragged pieces, but the truth was even more shocking. Her cunt lips had been delicate, powder pink folds when Deryck had first torn her panties down to her knees. Now they were red and fat and peeled back to reveal the inside of her pussy. And the inside of her cunt was just as shocking. It was colored a deep red and milky white, and her cunt was throbbing with rhythmic contractions, like a tiny dancer on an empty floor. Barely any blood was visible at all from her cherry being busted and her violent rape. Avril felt a red blush of shame cover her face. She didn’t want to believe that her pretty little pussy could have been turned into such a sluttish cunt.

“Looks good, don’t it?” Deryck asked, noticing her humiliated expression at the sight. “Matthew, get down here and fuck this whore.”

Matthew didn’t need to be asked twice. Deryck made her watch as Avril’s brother stepped between her dangling legs. For an instant, she thought about closing her thighs to his advance, but then she remembered the welts on her back. She lay still and unresisting as Matthew stepped up between her thighs and fucked his cock inside her, Deryck leaned down and watched with a smile as Avril’s pretty face tightened at the pain of being fucked by another giant cock. Matthew slid his prick all the way inside her with one steady relentless thrust, and Avril’s cunt stretched painfully to accept the full ten inches of wrist-thick dick.

Avril winced as Matthew shoved his cock all the way inside her, then tensed as he pulled it back out. It turned Deryck on to see Avril’s beautiful face twisted into expressions of fear and pain and disgust.

Avril felt as though her degradation was complete now. The second of the four men was fucking her. She guessed this officially certified the attack as a gang rape. Even if she made it out of here, she knew that she could never bear to tell anyone what had happened to her, but just the thought of these monsters bragging to their buddies about how they had gang-raped the stuck-up blond singer who thought she owned the Hollywood.

“Get the cooler,” Deryck said to John, and his words jerked Avril back to reality.

He turned to her a moment later. “Fuck your baby brother back, you sorry whore!”

Avril groaned with exhaustion and disgust and bucked her hips up to meet Matthew’s punishing cock. Every punch of his cock inside her ravaged cunt felt like the push of a clawed hammer, but she squeezed her pussy tight around his prick and urged her ass up off the burning truck hood in rhythm to his battering thrusts.

“You can do better than that, slut!” Deryck growled, nodding to John to put the cooler down beside him. John pulled off the lid and pulled out a beer before he walked away. “Get those long, slutty legs up around his ass! And tell him you love it! Go on, tell him you love it!”

Avril wanted to spit in Deryck’s hateful face, claw out his beady eyes, but instead she lifted her long, silky legs and wrapped them tightly around Matthew’s ass. She trapped his hips between her thighs and crossed his hairy ass cheeks with her calves, and Matthew groaned with pleasure and fucked her even harder. Avril’s sleek, sexy body was jolted with every battering lunge of his ten-inch cock, but she didn’t stop heaving her hips up to meet him, and she kept pulling him toward her with all the strength in her long, lean legs.

“TELL HIM YOU LOVE IT YOU LITTLE WHORE!”

“You’re so good!” she groaned, sickened with herself at surrendering to Deryck’s power, but unable to conquer her fear of the big man any longer. “Oh, Matthew, you’re so good!”

Avril moaned with pain when Matthew fucked her harder. He stabbed his cock into her tenderized pussy with a maniac’s speed and strength. Deryck laughed at her pain and brought a can of beer out of the cooler. He looked his bitchy blond singer over one more time before he popped the top.

She belonged to him now, though she didn’t know it yet. She was bought and paid for before he’d ever laid a finger on her. Soon she’d be tamed, and then she’d understand. Her blond hair was matted with piss and sweat, but she was still beautiful. Her red lipstick was smeared all around her mouth, and there were slug-like trails of fuck-lube and jism all over her face. But she was still beautiful. She was soaked in her own sweat. It glistened on her anguished face and ran a river between her proud, young tits.

But Avril was the sexiest woman Deryck had ever seen. And she was halfway to being his personal sex slave.

“Open up,” Deryck said, tipping the beer in her direction. “Time for some refreshment.”

Avril stared at the can of beer as though it was a poisonous snake. Her body jolted farther up on the bench with every eager plunge of Matthew’s cock inside her. She still urged him forward with her logs and murmured encouraging noises under her breath. He leaned down over her, crushing her doll-like body hard against the metal. His hands found her tits and mashed them flat against her chest, then twisted them until they looked like twin corkscrews, but her eyes never left Deryck and the can of beer he held out to her.

“No!” she whispered. There was still hatred and defiance in her eyes.

“I thought we had an understanding, you sorry cunt,” Deryck whispered. With the quickness of a striking snake, he looped a single strand of twine around her erect right nipple. When he jerked it tight, Avril screeched with pain. “Now open up, you worthless old cow! We don’t want you passing out!”

Avril thought that he’d torn off her nipple. The pain was so sudden, so biting, that it was almost unbelievable. She hadn’t eaten all day, and she had sweat so much that thirst was raging through her like an uncontrollable river. But she knew that in the terrible heat, with her stomach empty, the first swallow of beer would go right to her head.

“How sexy do you think you’d be with one nipple, cunt?” Deryck asked pleasantly, and Avril let her mouth fall open.

Deryck slipped the strand of twine off her nipple. Matthew was still mauling both her tits as he pulverized her cunt with his big cock, but the relief from the strand of twine almost made Avril cry with gratitude. Deryck tilted her head up off the bench before he started pouring the beer down her throat.

“Hey,” he said when he saw the twin streams of the sparkling liquor pour down from the corners of her mouth, “don’t play with me, bitch! You drink this shit down or I’ll light a match to those big fat nipples!”

Tears glistened in Avril’s eyes, but she started gulping down the beer. Deryck fed it to her patiently, waiting for her to swallow the beer mouthful by mouthful. It was almost impossible for the beaten singer to drink in the position she was bound in, but Avril tried as hard as she could. By the time she finished the first beer, she was starting to feel lightheaded.

“Oh yeah,” Matthew said, fucking his cock into her faster and faster while he slobbered his way from one firm full tit to the other. “Oh yeah! My whore sister’s making me cum, Deryck! Avril’s making me cum real good!”

Deryck had just opened the second can of beer, and Avril was in the middle of a swallow when Matthew started to go crazy. He fucked his cock like a jackhammer into her injured pussy, flogging her cunt while he pounded her small, sexy body back and forth across the metal bench. Avril tensed her long, lean legs tight around his fast humping ass, trying desperately to slow the force of his fucking but he was twice her size and five times as strong. She didn’t have a chance.

Suddenly Deryck jerked back on her hair, pulling her mouth wide open. He upended the can of beer over her face, and before Avril knew what was happening she was drowning in a river of cheap beer. She twisted wildly, trying to escape from the killing stream of booze, but her sleek sexy body was trapped and there was nothing she could do but take the brutal fucking and the beer bath.

She felt the blistering hot spray of Matthew’s jism inside her and she screamed around a mouthful of foaming beer. It felt as though her pussy had been set on fire. She shivered like she was in shock, jerking spastically back and forth on the impaling staff of Matthew’s jism-spewing cock. Deryck emptied the second can of beer and shook a third one before he jammed it inside Avril’s gasping mouth and popped the top. When the violent fountain of beer shot down her throat, she was taking fire at both ends at once.

Deryck emptied the third can down her throat and Matthew unloaded the last of his jism inside her at almost the same instant. Avril felt limp against the bench, unmoving and exhausted. She saw Kenneth waving his huge hard cock through the air and she knew he was going to climb between her legs and carry on the awful gang rape, but she didn’t seem to care.

The beer that Deryck had fed her was starting to buzz through her brain. She knew that much more would tip her over the edge into drunkenness. Even that thought couldn’t raise her from her stupor. She felt drained and dispirited, her body and spirit broken under the weight of their cocks and cruelty. She spread her legs as John stepped toward her.

Stinking wads of cum tainted pink rolled down the wet lips of Avril’s maltreated pussy, staining her silky inner thighs and trailing down her ass and legs to plop onto the padded floor. Kenneth grinned and plopped the head of his eleven-inch cock into the middle of her swampy cunt slit. Then be slipped his cock inside her.

“Fuck me, you dirty whore of a poser!” he shouted, grabbing her ass and digging his fingernails into her tender, silky skin. He pummeled her cunt with his big prick, scooting her up the bench until her head hit the wall at its end, shaking the camera. “Come on, move your ass, you lazy slut!”

With tired anguished moan, Avril lifted her legs wrapped them around his hairy ass. She wriggled her hips as much as she could, but with his hands holding her up off the bench and his finger’s buried like claws into her soft asscheeks, she couldn’t move very much. And her cunt was starting to get puffy and numb from all the abuse it had taken. It was hard for her to squeeze it around his cock as he fucked her, but the swelling pussy was tighter than ever.

Deryck opened another can of beer, and Avril had already opened her mouth when she saw him take a drink from it, before she realized that the beer wasn’t for her. Instead, Deryck climbed up on the bench himself and straddled Avril’s beautiful face, his back to the wall. When his sweaty, hairy balls rubbed over her wet, parted lips, she knew what he wanted.

“Suck them in, Avie,” he said, slowly lowering himself down on top of her. “Wash them good, whore. I haven’t taken a bath in a while.”

Avril thought she was going to be sick as Deryck’s filthy, dank ass crack lowered down on top of her face. There was an odor about his crotch that was made up of so many individual filthy smells that Avril couldn’t identify them all. His balls were a sweaty, hairy mass of wrinkled flesh atop her mouth. It was all the sexy little singer could do to keep from throwing up at the sight and smell and feel of so much filth. She refused to open her mouth, so Matthew took the belt lying on the floor and straddled her neck with it, cutting off some of her air. Finally she opened her lush lips wide and held them open patiently as Deryck stuffed his balls into the satiny cavern of her mouth.

“Oh yes,” Deryck said as she began to gently suck his balls, as she washed her tongue wetly over the crinkled flesh, gagging as she did. He ran his hands over her bulging checks and made tiny, involuntary movements of pleasure. “Do it, you worthless pop star bitch! Suck those balls and I might even forget that you’re just a eighteen-year-old celebrity slut with a little girl’s body.”

Avril wanted to cry, but instead she lathered her tongue over the bag of balls that filled her mouth. All she could taste was sweat and filth, but she sucked and washed as though it was the only thing in the world she really wanted to do. Deryck groaned with pleasure and settled his ass dawn over her face, and Avril trembled with humiliation and disgust. He pulled the cheeks of his hairy ass wide apart, and Avril’s face was buried in the foulest pit she could imagine.

All she could smell or see was the filth-crusted crack of Deryck’s ass. All she could taste was the dirty bag of his balls. And still she had to fuck her ass up against Kenneth’s shattering cock and try to flex her sore pussy in rhythm with his fuck-thrusts.

Avril’s mouth filled with spit as she washed Deryck’s dirty balls. Her mouth was so stuffed with his sac that spit drooled down over her chin and cheeks, and the men laughed and called her names. She was nothing but a whore to them, she thought sadly. She knew she was never going to be the same after this horror was over, no way to repair her shattered mind and body.

“Good job Avie,” Deryck said, and the others laughed while Avril moaned at the depth of her degradation. “You cleaned the appetizer real good. Now it’s time for the main course.”

“No, please, no!” Avril moaned as Deryck moved down over her face. His balls dragged over her lips, then toppled off the end of her chin into the delicate hollow of her throat. “Deryck, please! This is too much! Oh please, Deryck, please, please, please, haven’t you done enough to me?”

“I like the sound of her begging,” Deryck said, his eyes glistening with pleasure at the thought of the power he held over the singer and the depth to which he had already humbled her. “But I’ve got the feeling I’m going to like her tongue up my asshole even better. Wash the crack first, you slutty little whore. And do it good if you want to keep your nipples.”

“Noooooo!” Avril cried out like a lost soul as Deryck squirmed his ass into place over her mouth.

Avril couldn’t draw a breath with her face buried in the dank crevice of Deryck’s ass. The stench was too awful, it stole away her breath as soon as she tried to draw it in. His muscular asscheeks clamped tight around her pretty cheeks and he ground down on her head with all his weight, forcing her face farther and farther in to the shitty crack. Avril could feel the dank wetness of his ass smearing over her cheeks and lips and nose, and she wished she would just die.

Deryck’s hands closed around her tits, and for a terrible moment, Avril thought that he was going to loop the twine around her nipples again. Instead, he grabbed the nipples hard and pulled, enlarging the tits. Then he settled the hard, dripping length of his cock into the valley between her firm tits, then smashed the silky mounds together around it. When he started fucking his big cock through the satiny valley made my her tortured tits, rubbing his odorous ass all over her face, Avril knew she was in hell. She screamed into his ass.

Avril was sure her tits were tearing. She was taking on two cocks at the same time again, only this time instead of fucking her in the mouth, the second cock was using her too-small tits as an alternative pussy. She could feel the filth from Deryck’s ass smearing her face as he fucked his cock back and forth through the silky fuck hole he had created, and she tried not to gag as she parted her lips and flicked her tongue out for the first time. She knew that she would never be able to live with herself after this, but anything was better than the torture they had shown her they would use.

“She doing you?” Kenneth asked, using his cock to beat the doll-like, perfectly curved body of the ravished blond celebrity. “She licking your shitty ass clean?”

“Spic and span,” Deryck said with a groan of pleasure, grinding his ass into her face as he rubbed a red groove through the straining flesh of her tits. “Hey, Matt, stop fucking jacking off. If you want to cum, use this sexy little whore to do it. That’s what she’s here for.”

“Yeah, come help me,” Kenneth said. “She’s big enough for ten cocks down here, and besides, we’ve got to ream her out her dear daddy.”

Avril had almost forgotten about the fourth guy, and she cried out with weariness at the thought of having to take on another man. She screamed out in horror when she felt Kenneth and Matthew yank her legs wide apart and Matthew step up beside Kenneth in front of her. Suddenly, she realized what her drummer had been talking about.

Kenneth and Matthew pushed their big cock heads together against the puffy, swollen lips of Avril’s ravaged pussy. Then they fucked forward.

Avril screamed into the tight crack of Deryck’s ass again, and she went right on screaming as the two men tried to fuck their cocks into her tiny pussy. Her legs felt as though they had been broken and her pelvis seemed to have cracked. Her cunt lips were pulled to the point of ripping by the two jumbo-sized pricks. But the two abusers kept pushing steadily forward.

She felt first one cockhead and then the other pop through the tearing outer lips of her cunt. After that, she knew the two evil bastards would be able to fuck their cocks all the way inside her. She began to shake like a spastic, no longer in control of her own muscles. Her body sparkled with sweat, and Deryck moaned with pleasure at the way her sweat greased the silky path he was fucking through her crushed, tender tits.

Avril gasped as Matthew and Kenneth fucked their cocks fully inside her. She felt every fold in her cunt straighten, felt the organs of her body being pushed aside by the immense intrusion. Her cunt fought the unnatural penetration every inch of the way, tightening like a strong wet glove against the assault, but their cocks overwhelmed her. In the end, her pussy went lax against their onslaught.

“She didn’t rip!” Matthew screamed out with simpleminded pleasure. “We did it and she didn’t bust open! I thought for sure she was going to pop!”

“She ripped a little,” Kenneth said with a smirk, pulling his cock back through the skin-tight fuck hole and seeing some red mixed into the thick white paste. “Just more lube. Fuck her, man, fuck her into the dust.”

Avril cried out in agony and despair as the two men began to fuck her. They set up a rhythm so that one was pulling out just as the other was slamming home, and it seemed to the ravaged little blond that they were beating her to death with their cocks. Each new jolt sent another wave of pure agony crashing through her sweating, squirming body. And the friction was unbelievable. It felt as though they were fucking every inch of her cunt at once, and her clit was burning with the constant friction.

Avril bucked sporadically, her movements more instinctive twitches than anything else. She couldn’t have fucked Matthew and Kenneth back now if they had threatened to skin her alive — her muscles just wouldn’t work anymore. Her whole world was a murky haze of pain and filth. It took her a full minute to remember that she was supposed to be licking out Deryck’s ass, and that was only when he grabbed the belt and tightened it around her throat again. She started whipping her tongue over his shitter.

The taste of his ass was even worse than Avril had expected, and the bile rose high in her throat as she moved her tongue down his hairy, shifty ass crack It was like licking out a sewer, and Avril felt certain she had sunk as low as a woman could as she washed his ass crack clean. Still, the horrid taste of his shit helped divert some of her attention from the pillaging double-fuck of her pussy and the tearing sensation in her poor tits. Avril would have done anything to take her mind off the whirlwind of pain and horror.

Avril could feel Deryck’s big cock dripping its foul lube all over her tits, and knew he was close to cumming. He dug hid fingers into her silky tits until the creamy flesh bulged up between his fingers. He mauled her tits into a tight tunnel to fuck, pulling and twisting them while he raped his cock between them. Avril lay limp, accepting it all. There was nothing she could do to fight him.

Matthew and Kenneth were fucking her faster and harder now, and Avril’s legs were kicking out weakly, almost as though she was trying to swim away from them. Her cunt was finally seriously getting wet in a desperate, hopeless effort to ease the wrecking double intrusion. Matthew’s and Kenneth’s cocks stirred her pussy, and the two loads of jism that had already been slopped inside her combined with her own juices and became a fine bubbling broth. That broth was tinged with pink now as they fucked her cunt to tatters.

“Up my ass now, slut!” Deryck growled, whipping his ass back and forth over Avril’s soiled face as he fucked the silky tunnel he had formed between her lush tits. “Stick that slutty pink tongue up my asshole and pull out some nice goodies!”

Avril was broken almost beyond caring, but Deryck’s wards still made her a little sick. She had cleaned his ass crack almost clean, but her face was damp with filth and her mouth felt as though it would never be clean again. She knew that his asshole would be even worse. Avril uttered a tiny moan of absolute despair as she fucked her soft pink tongue up the clenching black bud of Deryck’s nasty, shit-caked asshole.

“Yes!” Deryck screamed as he felt her tongue fuck up his asshole. A moment later, her soft, lush lips damped tightly around the filthy pucker and started to suck, and Deryck felt his jism boiling out from his balls. “Suck it, you dirty whore! I’m going to cover your slutty tits in cum!”

Deryck let go of Avril’s battered tits and grabbed his jerking cock just as the first ropy strand of jism fired out. The first shot fell across the quivering white hollow of Avril’s stomach. It filed up the tiny cup of her navel and reached the golden bush of her cunt hair before it vanished. Deryck aimed his cock down at the sexy little blonde’s tits before the next eruption came. The second blast splattered over her long right nipple, capping it with sticky white cum. The third spout blanketed her left nipple under a shiny varnish of jism.

Avril drove her tongue deeper and deeper into the humid crack of Deryck’s ass while he covered her chest in cum. She squirmed her lips wetly around the puckered, muscular ring of his asshole, sucking away the humid sweat of his shitter. Her tongue and mouth felt crusted with shit, but the thought that she was almost finished drove her on. All the pain, all the terror and all the degradation would be worth it if the nightmare would just end. She lapped every bit of filth she could reach out of Deryck’s clasping shitter, then kissed the winking bud as though it was her best-loved thing in the world. She kept on kissing his asshole until he had wiped the last of his jism off on her cum-plastered tits.

There was a strange feeling in her double-fucked cunt, one that had started with a burning tickling in her clit. Avril gasped for breath when Deryck swung down off her, trying to drive the horrible feelings away.

“Look at that slutty face,” Kenneth said, driving his cock into her fucked out pussy as though he wanted to rape her to death. “Looks like somebody made her get down in the mud and root like a pig instead of singing.”

“About time somebody like us made an ass-licking whore do what should come naturally,” Deryck said. He opened another can of beer and upended it over Avril’s gasping, shit-stained mouth. “Drink this down, you stuck up little cunt!”

Avril tried to do what Deryck asked, but it was almost impossible to swallow with Matthew and Kenneth fucking their cocks into her. Each man reached under her to grab an ass cheek, and they lifted her up to meet their savage cock-thrusts. Avril moaned weakly in pain as they raped her sweet pussy with their giant cocks.

Deryck emptied the last of the beer on her face, then crumpled the can and looked down on her. His cock started to get hard again at the sight. Avril’s beautiful, pop star face was streaked with dark brown shit. Her tits were plastered silver with drying cock-slime. Her eyes were glazed, and her mouth hung limply open as Matthew and Kenneth pulverized her tiny cunt. Her flat stomach was swollen with the girth of the two massive cocks.

Avril’s body shook with every bruising impact, but she was almost limp with exhaustion. She was barely conscious. The booze and the fucking and the torture had taken a terrible toll on the sexy little blond celebrity. Physically, she was broken. All that was left was for them to break her will.

Matthew and Kenneth started cumming at the same instant, and Avril cried out in agony as their burning jism boiled up inside her tattered pussy. She squirmed weakly against the awful pain, but that only made the hellish tickling inside her cunt grow more intense. She embraced the fiery pain of their burning jism, and prayed that it would incinerate any feelings of pleasure inside her.

Matthew and Kenneth flooded her cunt with so much jism that streams of gooey fuckslime rolled back out over her red pussy lips and down into the tensed crack of her ass. Her pussy was like a swamp, so saturated with jism and pussy juice that it couldn’t soak up anymore. The smells of fucking were so thick that Avril couldn’t smell anything else. Random flashes of pleasure danced through Avril’s violated, sexy body. Avril breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn’t cum during the hideous gang-rape.

“You ready yet, John?” Deryck asked as Matthew and Kenneth pulled their cocks from her cunt.

Avril gasped and turned to look at the giant man.

“Yes, I believe I am,” John said in a curiously high voice. “Thank you for saving her asshole for me. I’ve always wanted to fuck my sexy daughter’s ass.” With one hand he waved a telescoping antenna baton from the collection of tools. With his other hand, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

“No!” Avril screamed, finding the energy in her beaten body to kick her legs and pull at the chains that held her wrists. “No! I can’t take anymore! I can’t take anymore! Oh please, please, I can’t take that!”

John was almost seven feet tall and he weighed close to three hundred pounds. But it wasn’t fear that she might be crushed that drained the will from the sexy singer and turned her into a groveling slave. It was the cock that swung between John’s legs.

“Don’t worry,” John said as he stepped up beside her. “It’s not too bad until you pass the foot mark. That means you get the first, twelve inches free.”

Avril screamed even before he brought the car antenna slashing down.

The first lash of the antenna made Avril shake with agony. John had slashed it down against the satiny little hollow of her stomach, and it was as though he had drawn a line a fire along her creamy skin. Avril moaned and cringed against the unyielding metal of the trucks hood, but there was no escape from the giant man and his cruel metal lash. The next blow came across her stiff nipple, and Avril couldn’t hold back the scream of pain.

“That’s it, sweet daughter,” John said, his eyes alight with an unholy lust. “You think you’re a pretty tough bitch, don’t you? Well I love hearing my beautiful little girl scream. If you try to be tough with me, you just might get hurt real bad.”

He lashed down with the car antenna again, sending an explosion of pain through Avril’s other nipple. Then he hit her across the stomach a half dozen times, striping her velvety skin with vivid lines of red.

Avril squirmed slowly and painfully against the bench, too exhausted to resist but unable to stop the instinctive drive of her tortured body to try to escape the pain.

She clamped her mouth shut, her eyes sparkling with tears and blazing with anger as John lashed her sleek, sexy body. They had tortured and debauched her beyond the limits of what any woman could be expected to endure and remain sane, but Avril refused to surrender. She wasn’t going to scream for the amusement of some fat creep with a freakish cock. She couldn’t stand the thought of submitting to that final indignity.

“You better scream,” Kenneth said with a chuckle. He stepped up beside Avril’s head and played his sticky, half-hard cock over her gasping face. “He’s just going to hurt you more if you fight him.”

“Fuck you!” Avril gasped, looking from Kenneth to Deryck to John. “Fuck you all, you bastards! I’m not going to give you what you want!”

“You’ll scream now,” John said, still whipping her as he stepped between her spread thighs. “You’ll scream for me now, you little ungrateful bitch!”

The same instinctive urge that kept Avril’s battered body squirming atop the hood of the truck gave her the strength to clamp her legs together as John tried to bull his way between them. He grinned as her knees clamped around his hips, then threw down the car antenna and wrapped his giant hands around her silky legs.

“Spread those legs, Miss Lavigne,” John said politely as he tore her to pieces. “Spread them wide so your daddy can get at your pretty little pussy. I paid thousands of bucks to get a real doll of you, you sorry cunt, and now I get to get into you. Oh my, look at that nasty hole. Looks like somebody gave the stuck-up pop princess what she’s been asking for so long.”

John pushed her legs up until they pointed out from her hips at right angles. Avril had never tried to stretch her legs as far as John was stretching them now. The muscles and tendons along her inner thighs were stretched to the breaking point. Pain shot like lighting up through her sides and across her back. Her asscheeks felt as though they were being ripped apart.

“You’re like a sweet little doll,” John said, hooking her knees over the edges of the bench to hold in them in place. He stroked his giant hand almost gently over the tiny red pouch of her cunt and down across the tiny ring of her asshole. “You’re a sweet little doll. You’ve got a doll’s face and a doll’s body. Scream for me, Avril. Scream like the pretty little doll you are.”

Without another word, John stretched her cunt lips painfully apart with one hand and grabbed the stalk of his cock with the other. Avril’s breath caught in her throat when she felt the huge head of his prick press against the swollen lips of her tattered pussy. Even with her legs spread beyond belief, the tortured little blond singer didn’t think John could make the monstrous cock fit.

And then Avril screamed for him. John threw himself up bench, on top of Avril’s small, sexy body. The bench sagged forward on its worn legs as John’s body came crashing down. Avril’s battered body wasn’t equipped with anything to absorb the shock however, and he smashed her flat against the bench.

Three hundred pounds of fat and muscle backed John’s thigh thick cock as it came pushing down into the swollen folds of Avril’s cunt. First the outer lips of her pussy tore open, then the inner muscles fell lax before the massive intrusion. Over a foot of cock fucked into Avril’s body in one hellish rush, and then John’s huge body crashed down on her.

After her first scream, Avril’s world went black. She felt, as if in a dream, her father lifting his hips and pulling a foot of his cock back out of her. She bunched back as if stabbed with a knife when he fucked it back in. His hands clamped around the firm thrusts of her young tits, and he pushed them together so that he could bite and suck on both of her nipples at once. He squirmed his huge body down against her, driving the air from her lungs.

“Sis’s taking it,” Matthew said, jumping happily from one foot to the other as he wiped his cock clean against Avril’s hot flesh. Kenneth was still wiping his cock over her other cheek, and both men were getting hard-ons once more. “She’s taking it all, Deryck! Oh man, she isn’t much taller than his cock but dad’s making her take the whole damned thing!”

Avril moaned as John demolished her with his prick. She rocked back and forth underneath him, her body smashed by his weight and her cunt shattered by his freakish cock. A thin trail of saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth, and her eyes aimed white as they rolled back in her head. She was breathing fitfully, and her arms and legs kicked out in random movements. When Matthew lost control of himself and spilled a load of cum all over her fouled, pretty face, Avril didn’t even flinch. Jism poured into her mouth and over her face in gooey waves.

John threw his body high into the air and landed on her with a huge crash. He fucked her as though he was doing a series of belly flops into a swimming pool. Each time he threw himself into the air, most of his weight would leave Avril’s sexy, captive body and most of his cock would leave her reamed-out cunt. Sometimes only the head of his big prick would still be buried in the ravaged folds of her pussy. But then he would come crashing back down, crushing the tiny, ravished blond and filling her whole body with the massive length and girth of his fuckmeat.

Avril’s head tilted limply to one side, and Kenneth pushed his thick cock between her lips as his cum started to shoot out. Wave after wave of frothy jism splashed into the gorgeous blond popstar’s mouth, but it drooled back out over her lush red lips just as fast as John pumped it in. Her body shook with the force of the inhuman fucking she was taking, and there were stray groaning noises coming from deep in her throat. She didn’t even notice the jism mouthwash Kenneth was giving her. Finally, he cursed with disgust and pulled his cock from her mouth. He cleaned it off with a handful of her silky blond hair.

“Do something, Deryck,” Kenneth said. He paused to bite down on her nipples, then looked back up again. “The whore’s taking a fucking nap! Snap her out of it!”

“Nap my ass,” Deryck said mildly, pulling another beer out of the cooler and shaking it hard before he opened it. “We fucked her unconscious. How about giving her treat when she comes around?”

“Anything to help my dear daughter,” John said, throwing himself up into the air and crashing down on the unconscious blond beauty once more.

Deryck pushed the fountaining can of beer between the fucked-out singer’s limply parted lips. For long moment, nothing happened as the beer poured into her mouth, but then the sexy blond was coughing and spluttering and trying to turn her head away from the alcohol geyser.

Deryck followed her shaking head with the can, pouring the beer down her throat to the very last drop. By the time he opened the next can, Avril’s eyes were filled with tired, pain-drenched awareness.

“Good morning,” Deryck said with an evil smile.

“Please… stop…” Avril moaned, her big blue eyes vacant. “I can’t take anymore Deryck! I really can’t! You’re fucking me to death, don’t you understand? Haven’t I been punished enough? Haven’t you done enough?”

“You feel like a gutter, don’t you?” Deryck asked with a smile, pouring half the second beer down the beaten beauty’s throat before letting her come up for air. He loved the way she winced with agony every time John smashed down on top of her. “You feel like a fucking sewer, neh?”

“Yes!” Avril whispered, tears running down her face as she began to cry again. This time she cried loudly, like a badly beaten child, and her body shook with her sobbing. “Yes, I do! Oh please, please help me!”

“Say it, then.” Deryck winked at his brothers and waved Matthew and Kenneth closer. “Tell us what you are.”

Avril stared up at him with a weary, beaten expression. She realized now that this was just a further humiliation, another shameful degradation to be heaped atop all the others she had suffered. She closed her mouth for an instant, then realized that there was no point in resisting.

“I’m a sewer,” she said, unable to keep the whimper from her voice. She cried helplessly now, cried like a baby. They had broken her completely, and she wished that she was dead. They had turned her into just the kind of cringing plaything they wanted. “I’m a gutter! I feel like an open sewer! Just something dirty and worthless! Something to dump things in and beat and make fun of! I’m nothing but a sewer-slut.”

“That’s right,” Deryck said with a grin, pointing his half-hard cock right at her face. “You are.”

The beaten, beautiful blond didn’t even try to turn her head when Deryck’s spray of piss slapped her in the face. She didn’t close her mouth or eyes. And even if she had tried to turn away, it wouldn’t have mattered. Matthew, and Kenneth started pissing on her a moment later. Three strong streams of burning piss pelted her face.

John grabbed her carefully by her hair and turned her head until she was looking straight up. Then the three men stepped in closer and let her have it at close range. Deryck pinched her under her chin until she opened her mouth wide, and then the three aimed their piss right into the warm, dark, cock-sucking mouth. Avril swallowed their piss as fast as she could, but in an instant the trio had turned her beautiful face into a decorative piss fountain. The piss flowed down over her perfect features like stinking gold.

“Oh my!” John shouted, looking at the triple piss shower the three were giving the enslaved sexy blond “Oh my! Get ready, Avie, I’m going to cum! I’m cumming while I’m raping my daughter! Oh shit!”

“This ought to be good,” Deryck said, draining the last of his piss down into the beaten popstar’s wide blue eyes. “I’ll bet she’s never felt anything like this before.”

Then the first bolt of John’s cum blasted up inside her. Avril screamed, blinking burning piss from her eyes as she looked down over the squirming length of her tortured body. As she did, another blast hammered inside her and she almost doubled up with agony.

John’s cum blasted into her like grapeshot, propelled by the huge cannon of his cock. Avril yelped helplessly as she felt it slam into the back of her cunt, then sizzle into the tender, tattered flesh as it drooled back through the rest of her pussy. By the time the fourth blast had exploded into the deepest recesses of Avril’s cunt, frothy jism was pouring back out over her pussy lips in a gooey wave, overflowing her tiny hole.

John laughed as his cum spilled back out of the sexy blonde’s pussy, and he scooped up, handfuls of the slimy cock-cream and smeared it all over her body. There was cunt-cream and traces in the sticky muck as he lathered it over Avril’s tits and stomach.

“Pull it out and let her see what a shot’s really like,” Matthew said. “Come on, Dad, do it before you start running low.”

“I sure will show the slut,” John said, his face a mask of dreamy pleasure. He slopped a handful of his cock-cream on top of the golden mound of Avril’s pussy hair, then slid off her and pulled his huge cock from her pussy. “Open wide, Avie. I’m going to try for your mouth, but my aim might be a little off.”

Avril gasped with relief when John pulled his cock out of her. Her cunt felt as though someone had driven a truck inside it and spent half the night ramming into the walls trying to parallel park. Her savaged pussy felt like there was still a cock inside it. She had never imagined that she could feel so open down there, and she wondered if this was how women felt right after they had given birth.

Then John’s cock erupted again, and she stopped thinking about anything. The cum arched up an impossible three feet over her body, and it looked to the ravished beauty like one huge sperm cell, the head fat and gluey, the tail flailing back like a tadpole’s. She was so amazed at the size of the cum-wad that she watched it, unmoving, as it came crashing down onto her face.

“Bull’s-eye!” Matthew cried happily.

Avril’s head dropped back hard against the hood as the wad of jism exploded over her face. The huge gooey glob hit her right across the bridge of her nose. She was stunned front the impact of the huge wade of cum, and shook her head like a dazed animal as warm tacky jizz drooled down all over her pretty face. An instant later, a second streamer came crashing down.

Avril’s red lips were smashed painfully against her teeth, and then her mouth was flooded with more sticky cock-cream than it could hold. Cum ran into her upturned nose in twin, rushing rivers. Avril spit and sneezed jism and swallowed huge gluey gulps of sticky cum. Her eyes were burning with cum, but she managed to blink them open just in time to see the third geyser splash down. It exploded off her forehead like a fragmentation bomb, and it dropped a curtain of cum over Avril’s eyes that glued her long lashes tightly together.

John milked more cum out of his monstrous, jerking cock. He had already drenched Avril’s beautiful, haughty face with oozing cum. Now he plastered her tits and stomach with an even deeper coat of slushy fuck-slime. By the time he let the last fat droplets of cum drip from his still-hard cock, Avril’s slim, sexy body was soiled from her pop star hair to her blond cunt. John slapped the fat head of his cock against Avril’s drooping pussy lips, then looked up at his fellow rapists.

“If you’re satisfied now, could you turn Miss Lavigne over for me? I’d like to rape her ass now.”

At first, the words refused to penetrate Avril’s clouded mind. Even as Matthew and Kenneth loosened the thin chains that bound her wrists and Deryck grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach.

Avril wasn’t sure what was happening. Then the fog of sex and pain and shame and booze parted a little and the meaning of John’s words struck base. When the giant man’s strong hands pried her lush asscheeks apart, she knew what was going to happen.

“Oh no!” she cried softly to herself, her tears loosening the gluey cum blinders that sealed her eyes shut. She stared down vacantly at the ground as John propped the head of his cock against her tiny, virgin shitter. “Please stop! Can’t take anymore! Can’t stand it! Oh please, I can’t stand it anymore!”

“Do her!” Kenneth yelled. He picked the belt up off the ground and slapped it viciously across Avril’s already-welted back. “Fuck that dirty asshole wide open.”

“No!” Avril moaned softly as John began to lean against the tiny bud of her asshole. “No! No! No, no, no!”

It felt as though she were being impaled on some huge wooden staff. It felt as if her asscheeks were being pushed apart by a huge wooden awl. It felt like she was shitting out her whole stomach at once. Instead, she was being fucked up her virgin asshole by a huge cock, and Avril wondered if that wasn’t worst than any of the things she had imagined.

Her tiny shitter tensed tightly shut against the horrible slab of meat, but John’s cock was slick with a slippery mix of fuck juices and stronger than a length of lead pipe. The head of his cock was five times the size of Avril’s tiny asshole, but as he pressed forward, smashing into her the unyielding metal of the truck hood, the path of least resistance began to open. His brothers whooped with excitement as the very tip of his cockhead fucked into the trapped landlady’s virgin shitter.

Cramps tore through Avril’s sleek body, making her squirm and twist like a dying butterfly as John pinned her with his massive prick. Cramps froze her creamy asscheeks into silky walls of shuddering granite. Cramps flared up through her back from the overwhelmed muscles of her shitter. Cramps twisted up through her stomach and down through her trembling thighs. Even Avril’s toes and arms tensed uncontrollably from the inhuman pressure of John’s cock against her asshole.

She pressed her face against the hot metal of the truck’s hood and prayed for unconsciousness. She could feel each muscular ring inside her ass pop as it tore loose under the irresistible force of John’s mammoth cock. She felt her tiny asshole stretch to ten times its normal size by the thigh-thick stalk of John’s prick, felt it reach the bursting point as he drove his huge cock head deeper inside her.

There was an audible pop as the full, fat head of John’s cock fucked into Avril’s overwhelmed asshole. A moment later, there was a long, loud farting noise, and the rapists all laughed mockingly and called Avril dirty names. The crazed little blond singer wriggled frantically for a moment, then fell limp and exhausted against the bench. She heaved a tiny sigh of sorrow, tears running down her checks. John had torn his way into her shitter.

“Now do it!” Kenneth screamed. “Belly-flop the bitch! Give her all of it!”

“Oh yes!” John yelled out. “She’s so fucking tight. I’ve dreamed about fucking this bitch’s virgin ass since she was twelve!”

Black spots were dancing in front of Avril’s face, but Deryck stooped down beside her and started rubbing ice from the cooler all over her face. She wanted to kill him for keeping her awake through this horror, but she couldn’t even muster the energy to call him a name. The pain radiating out from her torn shitter had paralyzed her. She could hardly manage to draw a breath.

She felt a rush of air as John launched himself off his feet. Then she felt his cock stabbing down inside her, not just a little bit at a time, but inch after pain drenched, ass-ripping inch fucking into her body.

John’s cock fucked deeper and higher up inside her, powered forward by three hundred pounds of pressure. It tore through Avril’s shitter like a sharp knife through half-melted butter. Avril thought she could feel it ripping through her stomach, poking through her lungs and up between her shoulder blades. Then John’s body crashed down on top of her and she didn’t know anything for a while.

When she came to, John was fucking her ass to pieces. Her shitter felt like it was filled with lava, and each plunge of her dad’s huge cock up her ravaged asshole made a wet, slurping sound. Deryck had emptied the ice water from the cooler on her face, and Avril gasped and sputtered weakly. John fucked her nearly to death with his cock while Deryck opened another can of beer and poured it aver her open lips.

“She’s so damned tight,” John muttered. “So tight. I’m not going to last long. Oh my, I’m cumming! Oh my, you sweet little stuck-up whore!”

Avril could feel his prick poking around inside her deeper than any man’s cock was meant to reach, and she was certain that there was no way she could be fucked so completely without some kind of damage being done. Even with Deryck pouring ice water all over her face, she couldn’t seem to come more than half awake. Everything around her seemed blurry and strange, and the voices of the four rapists seemed to be coming from very far away.

The first bolt of John’s jism knocked Avril’s head against the truck’s windshield. The second filled stomach with a fire that burned her up.

John fucked his big cock back and forth as fast as could through the ruins of his daughter’s little pop star shitter. Blood from the spots where he had torn her streaked his giant cock. Now his cum frothed out over his cock too, dribbling in a pink mix to the hot gravel.

Avril moaned and muttered under her breath, her eyes fixed and her spit dribbling unnoticed down over her chin. John pulled his slimy cock out of her torn, sloppy asshole and walked around to her face, and she looked at his blood-stained prick with vacant, beaten eyes. Her asshole still felt like it was being fucked by his big prick.

“Lick it clean, baby girl,” he said mildly. “After all, it is your mess.”

Avril’s pink tongue flickered weakly out from her month, licking any the streaks of blood and shit and cum from her father’s awful cock. Tears ran down her pretty face at this final degradation. They had fucked away a lifetime of decency in one afternoon. Avril knew that licking the blood of her own torn, raped asshole was the final admission that she belonged to them now. The taste of shit and jism and unwashed cock was nothing compared to that.

But at least it was over. They had gang-raped her until she didn’t have the strength to move, tortured her until every inch of her body burned and ached with pain. They had ravaged her cunt and asshole and drained the piss from their cocks all over her face and body. But at least they were done. Even now Matthew and John were unchaining her hands from the bench. She was just going to lie down on the bench and rest for a while. Maybe even sleep.

“Turn her over,” Deryck said.

Avril’s heart froze and she uttered a long, high wail of despair as Matthew and Kenneth flipped her over on her back and locked her wrists back up to the rear-view mirrors. While they worked, John and Deryck pulled Avril’s legs wide apart and tied her feet to the far corners of the benches legs. Avril moaned weakly with pain and resignation as she lay spread-eagled on the bench.

Deryck was standing at the front her with a big green garden hose in his hands. Avril tensed at the sight of the hose, knowing what Deryck was going to do and burning with shame at the thought of it. She didn’t even rate a shower around here, she thought sadly. Just hose her down and get started on covering her in filth again.

The first blast of cold water hit her between the legs, and Avril’s heart skipped a beat at the freezing rush of water. Deryck played the water up and down her long, tapering legs, then pushed the stream up higher, over the quivering flat plain of her stomach and the twin, sharp peaked mountains of her tits.

Avril shivered at the sudden cold, gooseflesh coursing down over her arms, tits and stomach in a single, solid wave. Her teeth chattered helplessly and she looked from one Whibley brother to the next.

“Got to get you good, whore,” Deryck growled softly, stepping in close to her and playing the swift stream of water back down over her sexy, shivering body. “Got to clean you real good for what we’re going to do next.”

Avril knew what was coming now, and she had to bite back the scream that wanted to bubble out over her lips.

Deryck let the water pulse through her golden blond cunt hair, then let it beat a steady torrent over her swollen red pussy. Finally he plunged the nozzle up inside her cunt and let the water fill her up.

Avril gasped with pain as the water fountained inside her. Kenneth stepped up with a bottle of whiskey and jammed the mouth between her lips. Avril shook and coughed, trying to jerk her mouth off the bottle and her cunt off the hose, but there was nothing she could do to stop the two. Her tattered cunt filled with numbing, ice-cold water, and a steady stream of burning, blinding whiskey gurgled into her empty stomach.

Deryck yanked the hose from her cunt and plunged it into her ass, and Avril squeaked with the shock of getting an ice-water enema. The freezing water washed out the tiny wounds from the savage fucking that John had given her and flushed his drying jism back out of her ass. At the same time, Kenneth was force-feeding her more and more of the whiskey, making her swallow it until her lips and tongue felt thick and useless and her throat and stomach burned like fire.

“She’s a beautiful bitch,” Deryck said. “I’m glad I get to keep her.”

“Can you do that?” Matthew asked, jumping up in the air with excitement. “Did you really buy that bitch for good?”

“She such a slut,” Kenneth said in his whiny voice, pouring another shot of whiskey into Avril’s waiting mouth. Avril gulped down the liquor happily and waited for the next mouthful. “While she is the most beautiful bitch I’ve ever been in a room with, with the way you’d treat her, I have to remind you that she has at best ten to fifteen years of prime sexiness left. Who wants a old slut?”

“Fuck it,” Deryck said as she shut off the hose. “I can always throw her out later. Ten years with a cunt as fine as this one’s worth a hundred with most of these little teenage sluts I see all over Hollywood.”

She was never going to be let go. Memories of her rape and torture flooded back over her drunken mind and she started to cry. They had fucked her over and over again with their big cocks. For some reason the thought of all those inches of throbbing, dripping prickmeat started a burning itch inside her sore, battered pussy. Avril cried harder at the thought that she was losing control of herself, at the degradation of being owned by one of her rapists.

Then Deryck did something that brought a cry of shock and amazement from her bruised lips. He dropped to his knees between her legs and plunged mouth onto her pussy.

“That feels good doesn’t it?” John asked, his voice low. He gave her another shot of whiskey and then took a huge swallow for himself. He held the whiskey in his mouth as he lowered his face to hers, and Avril knew what he was going to do.

She jerked and trembled as Deryck’s tongue and lips went to work on her swollen pussy. A moment later, she felt another mouth working on her soft inner thighs, and she gasped at the realization that Kenneth had joined his Deryck at sucking her pussy. Then Kenneth’s mouth clamped down over her moistly parted lips and her throat filled with another load of whiskey.

Avril felt as though she was floating through the air as the whiskey burned its way down through her stomach. She knew that she was close to passing out from being drunk, and that Deryck and his brothers had purposely brought her to this state so that they could further humiliate and enslave her.

John’s tongue twisted around hers as he drooled his spit into her mouth. At the same time, Matthew draped himself over her silky stomach and fastened his lips to one of her hard nipples while he worked over the other with his fingers. Kenneth and John had each plunged a finger up her swollen asshole, and Deryck had a finger slicing up into her cunt. Avril felt her hips bucking involuntarily up off the hood of the car, and she wasn’t able to stop it.

The whiskey had stolen her will, and now Avril was helpless against the rising wave of excitement that splashed through her body. Matthew was working over both of her nipples with his strong fingers, pinching and tweaking them while his tongue drew shivery wet designs all over the quivering, silky hollow of her stomach.

Kenneth was better at kissing than any man she had ever kissed, not that she had kissed many. His tongue seemed to massage every inch of her mouth at once. Avril started kissing him back, her tongue and lips drawn into action by the passion with which he was kissing her. When his mouth pulled away from hers, she cried out in disappointment, but she sighed with relief a moment later when his skilled tongue whipped over the tip of her upturned nose and then flicked down over her cheek to her chin.

There were no words in her vocabulary to describe what the men were doing to her. She had simply never felt anything like it before. There were a total of six fingers pistoning in her sloppy cunt, and five more fucking her swollen ass. John was squirming his mouth over her swollen pussy lips, massaging the fragile folds of flesh. At the same time Deryck’s face was pressed deeper into her cunt, and his tongue was doing things to her that she would have never imagined were possible.

“Do you love this?” Kenneth asked as he bit his way softly across her graceful throat and beck up over the curve of her chin toward her mouth. “Tell us if you love it. Hearing you say it would make us happy.”

“I love it!” Avril moaned, her words slurred from the booze and thickened with lust. As drunk as she was, the admission made her burn with shame.

A small, sober part of her mind cringed in humiliation at the way she was degrading herself in front of her captors. “I love it! Oh guys, I really love this! I — oh fuck, shit, piss, damn, what are you doing to me? Oh fuck, I think I’m cumming! I think I’m fucking cumming, you lousy bastards!”

Deryck’s teeth bit down hard on the buzzing nub of her cunt and his tongue flickered at lightning speed back and forth across the tiny, trapped clit. A climax crashed through the helpless, sexy celebrity. She jerked her hips six inches off the bench, arched her tits up into Matthew’s molesting hands and whipped her tongue into John’s mouth the instant he clamped his lips back over hers. Things were exploding inside her that she had never even known were there. It was the first real orgasm she had ever experienced, and Avril loved it.

“We got her!” John shouted, raising his sloppy face from Avril’s marshy cunt. “We made the bitch cum!”

“We’ve only made her cum once so far,” Deryck said, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and plunging his face back down into the humid gash of Avril’s cunt. “You can start patting yourself on the back when we reach ten.”

“Here,” Kenneth said, taking a break and tipping the bottle of whiskey upside-down over the squirming little blonde’s open mouth, “have a little drink.”

Avril guzzled down the whiskey while she gasped for breath.

Her whole body was trembling with the aftershocks the orgasm. She arched her tits up off the bench and Matthew responded by pushing the lush cones together and slurping at both of her long, hard nipples at the same time. She tried to squeeze her thighs around the heads of the two men who were sucking her off, but whined with frustration when the chains around her ankles kept her from moving her legs more than a couple of inches. She lapped her tongue eagerly over Kenneth’s dirty, bearded face when he leaned back down to kiss her.

“You dirty bastards!” she whispered, tears still sparkling in her eyes. “What are you doing to me? What the hell are you turning me into?”

“A whore, Avril,” Kenneth said with a smirk before he smashed his lips down on her once more. “Just a fucking sleazy whore. Don’t worry, you’ll love it.”

Avril tried to jerk her face away from him when he kissed her. After a moment, though, she forgot why she was doing that and whipped her tongue up to meet his as they squirmed their lips together. A few moments later, another orgasm crashed through her petite, doll-like body and she bucked and twisted until the chain popped loose from her right ankle. She wrapped her leg tightly around the back of Deryck’s head.

Her third climax came the first time John fucked his tongue up the tender chute of her asshole. She came again when Deryck pinched her clit with his fingers and blew into her cunt at the same time. After each orgasm Kenneth gave her another shot of whiskey, and by the time she had cum the ninth time, she thought that she was in love with all four of them. Finally, after what seemed like too short a time, Deryck had the others unfasten the chains and dump her onto the ground.

Avril didn’t trust herself to speak. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to tell Deryck that she loved him or hated him, so she just pushed herself to her feet. Every part of her body hurt horribly when she did, but she did her best to ignore the pain. She took one step away from the men before the cramps tore through her legs and stomach and made her fall flat on her face.

She tried to get up and she fell again, pain shooting through her slender, sexy body from a hundred different places. After she fell the third time, Deryck kicked her forward with a foot on her ass. Even crawling sent bolts of hellish pain shooting through her body,

“What I want you to do for us now, Avril,” Deryck said as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, dripping cock, “Is return the favor we did you on the bench. Who knows, if you suck us all off real good, we might even let you have a couple of hours sleep.”

Avril cried helplessly as Deryck pulled her up by her blond hair. But she opened her mouth, and her tongue was wagging even before the dripping head of Deryck’s cock pushed past her sex swollen lips. Avril tried, she really did, but then she just couldn’t keep herself up. She collapsed back down.

“Your choice, slut.” Deryck said with a shrug. He walked over to the door and opened it, the other three right behind him. “Come on in, men. Your turn.”

Men began to file into the room. Avril lifted her head from the ground, a weak cry escaping her lips. She had thought only the four rapists were getting a piece of her, but obviously far more than just them had paid for a piece of a beautiful young popstar. Less expensive admission had also been available for Avril’s degradation and enslavement. Man after man filled the room, crowding around the weakened singer.

Avril began to cry anew, fearing that she was never going to escape from these men alive.

       This story is taking place back in 2002, the year Avril Lavigne turned 18. The events of this story are fictional, and I wish no harm on the girl in reality – Fantasy is plenty for me.

Dramatis Personae –

Avril Lavigne - Eighteen year old Canadian pop superstar, multi millionaire. If you don’t know who this bitch is, I suggest you google her.

Kristen McAllister - An eighteen year old high school student, abducted because of her similarity to Avril

Deryck Whibley - Lead singer of Sum 41, obsessed with Avril. One of the purchasers.

John Lavigne - Avril Lavigne’s father. One of the purchasers.

Matthew Lavigne - Avril Lavigne’s brother. One of the purchasers.

Kenneth Ericson - Drummer in Avril Lavigne’s band. One of the purchasers.

Kevin Andrews - The owner of the pornography and slavery ring that made Kristen their business.