Thread: The Taking Of Taylor Swift

Tying his coat Fat nodded at the boys. Get back to the house, tell them we're not far off. One of my people will sort your payment there. Duke and Mex grinned even more broadly, and jumped back into their limo. Del feeling much better after getting off to the sight of Taylor's assrape on the hood drove them off into the night. Fat returned to his stretch, nodding at Queen. She picked up the nearly comatose Taylor and drew a small needle from a special kit. Aw my beautiful little prom queen, the boys have really messed you up haven't they? A little Hypno will cheer you up, sweetie. she said, then stabbed the needle right into the base of her limp victim's spine. A blinding flash of pain suddenly brought Taylor around, a vivid jerk of sudden fire racing through her body. She stared in amazement and confusion at Queen as the world seemed to start glowing unnaturally like a cartoon. Smiling evilly, Queen stroked Taylor's face. It's called Hypno because it's some mind control shit. All the way from Russia. When it kicks in fully, you'll do exactly what you're told for a little while. Now, get up girl, we got a party to get to and you the main attraction! Yeah..uhhhffuucckkk...oh...yeah party, okay... Taylor trailed off as she walked casually but unsteadily back to the limo, led by Queen. Yeah girlfriend, a party!, said Queen, laughing with a sadistic glee. The limo door was open was Fat Cat already sitting on a seat, chatting away on his phone. Queen took a seat opposite him and pulled Taylor into the limo, dumping her on the floor between them. Fat slammed the door as the limo zoomed off at high speed, while Queen gently moved Taylor around and positioned her so that her blond victim was between her knees. Now, my pretty little princess, oozed Queen in a slutty voice, you gonna eat some prime black pussy, and you gonna do it good. She grabbed her tight leather bikini bottoms and unbuttoned them Then she hunched forward, fixing Taylor firmly between her strong bronze thighs. Taylor's mind had twisted under the influence of all the drugs she had been filled with. A part of her the pure heart, her sanity was trapped in a bubble, watching helplessly as it lost control of her mind. She felt previously unknown urges and compulsions overwhelm her. Staring at Queen's thick muff and exposed cunt, Taylor mumbled absently But I don't know how...never...never..done it before... Well you blond slut! Lotta new experiences for you tonight. Queen thrust Taylor's head deep into her crotch, while Fat Cat now filmed the whole thing on his phone, mumbling cheerfully. Driven by some need to obey even though a part of her screamed in horror and futility, as she remotely felt her body used liked a puppet. For about ten minutes as the limo rolled on, Queen ground Taylor's face into her crotch, hissing furiously. Eat that pussy, you stuck-up little white whore! Suck my clit. Choked by Queen's crushing thighs, Taylor closed her eyes her nose curling from the rancid leather reek - and desperately licked away at the pussy before her. Queen spat again Suck it! Suck the clit. It's all swollen and ready from watching my man break you in, slut. Blindly, Taylor took the rock hard nub of Queen's clit between her lips and sucked on it. Mmmmmm, that's the way...you cute little slut, where you learn to...aaaahhhhh...yeah, eat my pussy Taylor, make me cum. Rhythmically Queen kept driving her now-moist cunt into Taylor's busy pink tongue. This is one white bitch who knows how to serve...mmm...and I thought you were such a prude... We're home, said Fat casually. The limo rolled to a stop. Shit, already? sighed Queen. She released Taylor from between her quivering thighs and buttoned her skirt back on. Running her hands through Taylor's matted blonde hair, she said brightly Here's your party, princess! Your fans are waiting. You ready to put on a show? Frowning faintly Taylor looked up at Queen. Her face glowed with Queen's smeared pussyjuice. What...do I...do I have to do something? I don't..my fans, I must be there, I knew I had to be somewhere... You gonna dance for your fans, Taylor. Queenie stroked her fingers across the broken girl's perfect cheekbones, and kissed her softly on the forehead. You ever been too a strip club, slut? You know what a striptease is, you dumb white bitch? Somewhere Taylor heard a screaming in her mind. But it was overridden with the power of the drug. Yeah...ishhwen...it's when you take off your clothes to music. She giggled automatically, her girlish innocence fired by her delirium. That's right. said Queen in a soothing voice. Suddenly Taylor noticed they were inside a house, a mansion in fact. Fat Cat bounded upstairs, yelling Don't be long! I'll get her ready, Queen barked. She led Taylor into an immaculate bedroom, a true palace. Wow, she mumbled, your room sure is pretty... She wobbled for a moment, then said in a comically confused tone, I gotta do a striptease?...I don't think I can... Oh honey, Queen cooed, leading her into an annex bathroom, It's for your fans! SPECIAL fans! We just get you cleaned up and you're going to blow them all...away. You don't want to disappoint some special fans, do you? No! said Taylor with energy. I'll do it!... Her voiced trailed to a whimper. But those bad guys, they hurt me...you wouldn't let them do it anymore, right? Queen smiled to herself. Of course not. It's just a dance, you can have a sleep after. Now shower up quickly, we'll make you ready and get your costume on- showtime soon! She uncuffed Taylor's wrists and lead her into the shower. Taylor stepped beneath the surge of hot water, while Queen stepped back and watched from outside. Suddenly soothed by the shower, Taylor washed away all the blood and spit and cum and emerged smiling, a new woman. Giggling foolishly along with Taylor, Queen led her back into the bedroom and spent a few brisk minutes making up her up. She laid on the shocking pink lipstick and blue eyeliner, slutting Taylor up as much as possible. The now-washed golden locks were brushed and straightened. When finished she whispered to Taylor, costume's on the bed quickly now! Taylor sprung up, her pert tits bouncing as she leaped over to the bed. After a moment's hesitation the desperate struggle of her suppressed mind, watching with growing horror she began to dress. Sitting aside, Queen watched with great satisfaction as Taylor rolled the white, thigh-high cotton stockings up her long legs. Next came tight white panties, and a revealing cotton bra to match. Over them she buttoned on a short plaid skirt, barely long enough to hide her ass. A white schoolgirl's shirt, tied at the waist to reveal her taunt stomach, compete the ensemble. You ready girl! cheered Queen. Now follow me! She led the wobbling Taylor through the ground floor, towards loud sounds the thumping of thick bass and the whopping of drunks. Suddenly they entered into a large room, centered around a pool table. A huge cheer rang out as they entered. About a dozen men were drinking, yelling and in two cases in the corner fucking their girlfriends. Fat, Duke, and Mex were there, looking upon the newborn slut-Taylor with a vicious lust. Taylor climbed up on the pool table to the roars of the crowd. Utterly delirious, she smiled bashfully, imagining herself to be watched by adoring fans. Queen roared Appearing for the first time tonight, in her debut at the Palace Taylor Swift, sexy schoolgirl! Another cheer went up. Taylor heard the music change, and slowly began to swing to it. She shook her ass and flicked her hair about, in all the practiced moves she had mastered. Pulling open the shirt, she threw himself into the strip, licking her lips and shaking her tits at the crowd. With a flick she sent the shirt flying into the crowd. The skirt quickly followed, and the whole room gave out a collective sigh at the sight of Taylor's tight panty-clad being swung back and forth. Somewhere far away, Taylor was now lost in the music. She unclipped her bra, smiling coyly and only slowly dropping it to expose her budding tits. Dancing rhythmically, her glowing body shone under the harsh lights. Then with a dirty little laugh, she quickly bent over and dropped her panties, flicking them like a rubberband into the now maddened crowd. She bowed as they applauded, utterly naked save for the thigh-high stockings. She felt giddy, and slowly crouched down to climb off the table. Uh-nuh, bitch, said Fat, suddenly standing before her. Now the party really starts. He punched her viciously and she reeled into the waiting arms of eager thugs who dragged her over to and laid her on a low table. Nnnnnnoooo!!! NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO! SHE PROMISED! SHE PROMISED! SHE uuunnngghh- her cries were choked off as her head was forced back over the table end and a long black cock slid down her throat. Taylor saw the swinging balls of the thug facefucking her, as they swung upside down in her view. Simultaneously another one penetrated her pussy, crushing her ravaged little box. The others moved in all around her one grabbed her flailing right hand and wrapped it around his cock, two more moved in to pour booze across her thrashing body and then lick it off. For about twenty minutes Taylor was abused non-stop by at least six men at a time. She felt invading hands and hot tongues running over every inch of her. Her head was pulled down as far as it could go with a cock perpetually choking her, while another rape rod ripped her pussy apart. For a few delirious seconds, she suddenly found her mouth free. Gasping desperately for breath, she saw the upside-down room seem to move around. Suddenly instead of another cock there was Duke, naked with an insane lust in his eyes, standing before her. He slowly drew a steel dog's chokechain up and around Taylor's neck as she sobbed. Drawing it tight enough to hold her still but not cut off her breathing he turned around and planted his asshole firmly in her face. Rim me bitch, or I'm gonna throttle you! Lick my rim! By now Taylor was running on pure survival instinct. She suppressed a groan and ran her tongue around Duke's reeking asshole and ballsack. He squatted down slightly, holding the chain tight, and forcing himself onto Taylor's mouth. She licked faster, frantically trying to pleasure him enough to stop. The steel chain bit into her neck and left vivid red welts. The gang-rape may have lasted for centuries as far as Taylor was concerned. She felt utterly lost, driven to satisfy her rapists as the only way to stop the pain. In all twelve men used every hole in her body over and over again. Filling her champagne glass, Queen casually looked at her watch. Three hours before our commie boy gets her, gangstas! she yelled. The torture of Taylor Swift had begun.