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Thread: Karen Gillan's Long Ride Home (DeRe & celebstars)

At last, a fare, though Anshul with a kind of angry relief as he pulled alongside. A smell of damp hair and alcohol filled the car as the drunk girl collapsed into it. Following her request Anshul began driving out east. His eyes repeatedly flashed up to the rear-view mirror to ogle her. She was stunning, one of the hottest women he'd ever seen. For a few drooling moments he savored the sight of her pale bare legs and red hair, while she slumped about obliviously in the back seat. She was dressed like a hooker and flashing an ample amount of pure, ivory flesh. She seemed familiar to him somehow. But having no TV or active interest in pop culture there was no way he could really know - or care - who she was. As far as he was concerned, she was another hot drunk slapper passing out in his cab. All going well he would be able to snap a few pics of her when she was unconscious. That dress seemed short enough to give him some nice panty shots. It was a tame pleasure but the only one he could risk, without her waking up and fighting him off. They were way out in the industrial belt, in a gloomy and isolated area, and he just had to wait for her to nod off. It was then he noticed her getting frantic. Even with her Scots brogue, which was nearly incomprehensible to him, he clearly heard her blurt out that she had no cash. Anshul believed in no god or gods, but he quickly issued a silent an profound prayer of thanks to luck. He pulled the cab over suddenly into the parking lot of a disused garage. They were a long way from anywhere, with graffiti-marked rubble the only thing breaking the weedy landscape. Turning around to Karen with with a rage, and began to rant You silly girl! Silly drunk! You got no money, eh? How you think you pay me? Me with five kids? Silly fucking girl! You going to do a runner? You try it out here, eh? With his bug-eyes blazing and mustache flaring, this usually got his victims crying, and Karen was no exception. She broke down badly, heaving and sobbing. After taking a few moments to drink in the sight, Anshul spoke again in a quiet a softer voice. It was no less chilling for it. You think your pretty face lets you get away with anything, eh? he cooed. You pretty girl alright, real pretty. Maybe that does help, eh? He giggled lecherously. Maybe, you give Anshul a kiss, Anshul lets you have the trip, yes? Leering at her with what he supposed to be charm, the creepy cabbie smiled with cracked grin of yellow teeth. One kiss, yes? Cover all debts.
Thread: Karen Gillan's Long Ride Home (DeRe & celebstars)

We have to go back....we have to.... she moaned and cried. Karen got emotional, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands. Mascara staining the skin on her face as it smudged as well as the skin on her hands. Tears fell down her cute cheeks, dropping on to her skirt and legs as she saw the car pull in to a garage that seemed to be abandoned. It then came to Karen's notice that they were out of the city. Looking out of the glass window, she saw weeds shooting up from the concrete leaving cracks behind. The garage's windows had been boarded up, with the added graffiti on top, not as stylish as Karen's shirt though. Placing a hand on the door, the redhead tried to push it open but the child lock was on, meaning she was trapped. Now placing another hand on top of the other, she tried yanking the handle but it was no use. Her eyes looked up to the driver's seat in front of her, seeing the man look over his shoulder, she heard him offer her a bargain in exchange for a free ride. What? No! Her face frowned. It then cringed as she saw his yellow teeth brightly in the dim light. The only light there was came from lamp a which flickered due to a technical failure. As Karen heard the engine running, she didn't know what was going to happen.
Thread: Karen Gillan's Long Ride Home (DeRe & celebstars)

Anshul killed the cab engine. The only sounds now in the dimly lit car were the beating rain and Karen's whimpers. Covertly he adjusted the central locking, leaving his door and the passenger door on his side open. The drunk, dizzy bimbo hadn't thought to try the one opposite her. As she sat there sobbing he took in the sight of her face, smeared with tears and makeup. That made him extremely hard. He was all set to run around to the backseat when she said no. The almost casual dismissal angered him more than anything. Who did this impudent ginger bitch think she was, he thought wrathfully. You don't say that to me, bitch! You don't say that to Anshul! He flung his door open, leaping out and slamming it shut. Disappearing out into the rain for a moment he suddenly lunged in through the passenger door, climbing onto the desk seat panting with rage. He and Karen were now side-by-side. The roomy interior of the cab's black seat was now a prison for the pretty actress. As she gazed in horror Anshul whipped off his thin leather belt. He intended to tie her wrists to the hand grip above the door and angrily grabbed for her hands. Now girl, the price just went up a lot! Give me your fucking hands! Don't fight, I will hurt you bad. You won't be so much without that face eh?
Thread: Karen Gillan's Long Ride Home (DeRe & celebstars)

Karen looked on as the overweight man opened the door and went in to the rain. His figure turned to a blur through the window, which had water running down it. The shadow walked around the car before entering the opposite door and slipping on to the back seat. A little puddle of water formed from the shoes as the seat soaked up any moisture from his clothes. The actress squirmed, retreating with her back to the door, her head shaking as she witnessed his belt being taken off. Frantically waving her hands about, the redhead turned her back on the man, trying to yank the door open again. It was no use, she was trapped, and was surely going to face the horrible nightmare. Looking over her shoulder, there was only one way out, and that was to try and get past him. Maybe she could hit him, giving her enough time to get out. With a forward momentum, Karen reached a fist out to only one part she knew a man would hate, his testicles. After hitting him with as much force as she could, she jumped forward, pulling the door handle and poking her head outside. Rain poured on to her head, soaking up her red locks, making her hair frizzy. Her hands fell on to the wet concrete floor but her legs were still on top of him, still in his grasp. Being drunk didn't help her at all. Where she thought she punched was completely different to where she actually hit him. All Karen did was give the man a dead leg.
Thread: Karen Gillan's Long Ride Home (DeRe & celebstars)

Watching the terrified girl squirm and struggle was intoxicating to the enraged Anshul. The sadistic torturer he had once been was again boiling to the surface after years of suppression. When she turned around in a futile attempt to flee, he lunged in to try and grab and bind her slender wrists. However the feisty Scots bitch had plenty of fight in her it seemed. She threw a wild punch and attempt to clamber over him to escape. But the punch just struck Anshul's thigh, and although Karen got the door open she was now stuck right on his lap. He could feel his rock-hard cock pressing against her tight midriff - and he knew she could too. Growling like an animal took a hold of her belt with one hand, pulling down the skirt slightly and exposing a hint of lacy thong. He then leaned across and grabbed the swinging door, slamming it firmly but not too hard on Karen's head. He wanted to daze her, not cut or KO her. She yelped as the door thudded. He took a fistful of her damp red locks with his free hand and yanked her head back roughly to ensure there was no major damage - only a bruise on the cheekbone. With belt in one hand and hair in the other he pulled her back into the cab and threw her on the ground at his feet. He shut the car door quickly and crouched down on her back, pinning her face-first to the floor of the cab. Pulling her jacket down by the shoulders and holding her arms tight, he was then easily able to secure her wrists with his thin leather belt. Literally drooling in anticipation, he rolled her over so that he was now sitting on her stomach.
Thread: Karen Gillan's Long Ride Home (DeRe & celebstars)

Noo! her drunken Scottish voice said, looking over her shoulder to see him pulling at her skirt, exposing her black thong and pale ass cheeks. Before any other thought could come to her mind, a whack fell upon her head, hitting her cheekbone and smashing it, making her feel dazed. Karen didn't know it but it was the car door that did the damage to her. Her eyes rolled up and closed, flickering as she felt disorientated and dizzy. Her head fell between her arms as she yelped in pain. More was to come, as her hair was pulled on roughly, straining the roots to their limit. Karen's hands left the concrete outside as she was pulled back inwards and thrown to the floor inside the vehicle. A bruise had appeared already on the side of her face as swelling began to take form. Hearing a loud noise, which was the cab door shutting, she felt his weight on her, pinning her face to the floor, her mouth now kissing the dirt. Her red lipstick was smudging like her mascara, making a total mess of her. Being dazed, Karen was finding it hard to fight, and realised he was taking her leather jacket off, then securing her wrists together with his belt behind her back. Sobbing on the floor, she rolled over, looking at the roof from the inside.
Thread: Karen Gillan's Long Ride Home (DeRe & celebstars)

Anshul tried to catch his heaving, ragged breaths. Got the bitch now, he thought. He stared down at her face, smeared like a clown with lipstick, tears and mascara. The slutty effect was immensely thrilling to him. He squeezed her chin between her fingers, puckering her bright ruby lips, and sneered at her. You just had to give me a kiss, eh? And it would be over? Bet you sorry now, you fucking tart. He stuck his mouth on hers, plunging his tongue invasively into her. She tasted of booze, he reeked of tobacco. It had been years since he'd kissed a woman and delighted in every moment of her cool wet mouth. Karen's muffled cries and screams just heightened the pleasure. With a groan of satisfaction he the broke the kiss and let her fall back down. He took the collar of her t-shirt with both hands and tore it clean off her. Her limp body lurched as it was ripped off. In the stark glow of the interior light her ivory flesh was rendered even whiter. Fashioning a crude gag out of the rags he then stuffed it into Karen's mouth. Anshul gazed at her pert, perky and round breasts, encased in a racy lace bra. Dirty tart... he burbled to himself, dirty...fucking...whore... Placing one hand firmly around her delicate throat, her yanked off the bra as her round boobs bounced free. Eagerly he began slapping, licking and biting her firm little tits. He pinched and pulled her bright pink, puffy nipples. Racing his tongue along the light field of freckles on her chest, he crushed and mauled her boobs until they were red and bruised. Occasionally he would take in a good look of the utter horror on Karen's face. Unable to hold himself much longer, he grabbed her hair and belt again and pulled her up onto the backseat, rolling her over facedown again. Now, for the main course! He gurgled, and began struggling to pull off her tight leather miniskirt.
Thread: Karen Gillan's Long Ride Home (DeRe & celebstars)

His breath was horrible. It smelt of tobacco and that was something Karen hated. The alcohol she had consumed did nothing to overpower the taste of his tongue, meaning she had to live through the ordeal of him kissing her against her will and tasting the disgusting flavour he carried inside of his mouth. A deep frown came over her when he lifted her, letting her mouth be free. The taste stained her mouth, and it would for hours sadly for her. Being on her back, her hands were crushed against the floor whilst her chest was upwards and facing him. Karen's white designer shirt was torn to pieces by him, which was show of strength to her, meaning he could do much worse things like he did with the car door. That bruise was still swelling, puffing up her cheek and turning to a variety of colours including purple, brown and yellow. After her shirt was torn, her pale white body showed, along with her black bra which held her breasts in place. Get off me the redhead said in a low and dazed voice, still feeling dizzy from before. A piece of shirt that was ripped was stuffed in her mouth, stopping her from saying anything else. Once the bra was off, and Karen's perky breasts were showing, she felt him lick and bite her nipples, causing a little pain, but it was nothing compared to when he slapped them hard. Her eyes watered, falling down her cheeks like the rain did against the window of the taxi. Karen's breasts were sore and red now, a different contrast in colour to her pale body. Another sharp pain came over her when he pulled on her red locks, lifting her up to the back seat and on to her tummy. Her face now sat on the wet patch that had absorbed the water from his clothes when he got in earlier. Being tall, Karen couldn't lay flat across, her leg came off at the side as her skirt was next to be taken off.
Thread: Karen Gillan's Long Ride Home (DeRe & celebstars)

With Karen sprawled on the back seat, Anshul maneuvered himself behind her, tugging at her skirt. The impeccable curves of her arse were clearly defined by the tight black leather. With her thighs spread clumsily over the seat it was too awkward to get the skirt down over her legs. So with a furious grunt he tore it apart at the stitching, filling the cab with the sound of ripping leather. Throwing the wrecked dress aside he now admired the twin pale moons of her arse, and the slutty lace thong she was wearing. Her white flesh shone in the sick light, red hair lying messily across her slim shoulders, her smooth back now marked from the leather bonds. He took a firm hold of her wet ginger locks with one hand, pulling her head back hard so she was staring at his reflection in the window. With other he began to slap her arse with hard, rhythmic blows. He marveled at its rock-hard firmness. Soon vicious red welts began to appear on her smooth ivory buttcheeks. They turned a bright ruddy pink beneath the cruel and constant smacks. Anshul loved the little muffled sounds she made, all the agonized yelps and terrified pleas, as he made her suffer. After a few minutes of that he finally halted his blows to tear off her tiny thong. . Karen was now left naked save for her knee-high boots. Anshul was almost dazed at the sight of her little pink pussy and arsehole, both now completely exposed to him. He let her head go and drop down on the seat again, then took a moment to undo and remove his trousers, knowing from experience that the time just before the rape would be the worst torture for her. Spitting on the small pink oyster of her pussy to lube it up, he then forced two fingers painfully deep inside it. Another finger, with a sharpened nail, he inserted slowly into her arsehole. The former he rammed hard and fast, stretching the tight velvet snatch more than ever before. The latter's slow deep strokes were to open up the virgin hole to his 10 cock, which now hung iron-hard and expectant. Pussy or arse, bitch? He spat. Tell me, 'put it in pussy!' or 'put it in arse!' or I slap you again!
Thread: Karen Gillan's Long Ride Home (DeRe & celebstars)

A gasp left her mouth, a light sound which couldn't be heard due to part of her shirt being stuck in her mouth to prevent her from screaming. Karen didn't like the sound of her skirt being torn from her body, exposing her cheeks in the process. As her thoughts ran wild, her hair was picked up, a fistful in his hand which made her look at him in the reflection of the window. Seeing his spare hand raise above his head, it came down like thunder on to her skin, pelting it with his palm, causing the flesh to ripple. A stinging sensation caused the pain, making her moan in discomfort. Another tear ran down her face as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her ass would be continuously beat over and over until it was red and sore. When he was finished, another tearing sound followed, this time it was her thong, exposing her pussy and asshole. Squinting her face, she knew what he was going to do and wished he would get it over and done with. Feeling him spit on her pussy made her feel degraded, like she was nothing. Another moan left her lips through the cotton shirt as he pushed two fingers inside of her, whilst the sharp nail on his finger felt like it was cutting her asshole. Karen's hands held on to the belt, her black painted nails digging in to the leather to try and cope with the ordeal she was having. She couldn't answer his question on whether she wanted it in her pussy or ass, she didn't want either.
Thread: Karen Gillan's Long Ride Home (DeRe & celebstars)

Anshul listened to Karen's muffled moans and cries with great satisfaction. He knew exactly how to make it hurt, and she was definitely suffering, Prolonging every little moment of her agony was the biggest thrill. Thrusting his rough fingers furiously in both of her holes he worked her body like an instrument of pain. Oh you want me to choose them, eh? he sneered. Well, arsehole it is! I can tell you never had it there before, little bitch! Anshul will be the first in your arse! He took a fistful of her hair in one hand, curling it around his hand for better grip. He rested the other on the small of her sweat-soaked back. Then, throwing his full strength beneath it, and began to push his long cock slow and hard into Karen's virgin arsehole. He pulled hard on her hair for leverage, pressing all his weight down on his other hand. Anshul had to strain with everything he had, resting his foot against the floor and thrusting so hard he felt her tear inside. The inhuman shrieks she was making were barely muffled by the gag. He felt her try to squeeze her stomach muscles and arse to force him out - but it only made the penetration more pleasurable for him and painful for her. Once he had pushed in right to the hilt, he began to pump her like a piston with short hard thrusts. He took his hand from her back and began to slap her reddened arse again, yanking her hair in time with the blows. Yes! YES! he bellowed like a rutting beast. Leaning in close bedside his ear, he whispered This is best fuck of my life, and I've not even had your pussy yet! He laughed, then the laughs lapsed into grunts of pleasure as he felt himself climbing to orgasm.
Thread: Karen Gillan's Long Ride Home (DeRe & celebstars)

Karen was terrified and clearly unhappy with her holes being mistreated by him. The redhead had never had anything in her ass before and she could see why, it was horrible. When he pulled his fingers out of he insides, she felt relief but sadly it wasn't for to long. Laying on the seats chest down, she cried in to the fabric staining it with her makeup before he grabbed a fistful of hair again and pulled her head up. Ughhh! she moaned, seeing his reflection again. His face seemed to be looking down at her ass which was brought up towards his groin, making her knees support it upright. Feeling a long slithering meat slide its way down her asshole, Karen shrieked and gasped as it stretched open. Pain filled her emotions as she cried seeing him raise another hand and spank her. Just like before, her skin rippled and turned red due to his power. The woman's teeth clenched tightly down on the shirt in her mouth, her nails digging ever deeper in to the leather belt, trying to ride out the pain, but it was no use. His whole body weight fell upon her as he leant over to her ear, telling her about the fuck. Looking in to his eyes in the window reflection, Karen was scared and frightened as well as gasping in pain due to his cock in her ass.
Thread: Karen Gillan's Long Ride Home (DeRe & celebstars)

The bleak light of the cab highlighted the vivid contrast of black-on-white flesh. Perspiration ran from the heaving Anshul as he pounded Karen into the seat. The sensation of penetrating her arse was incredible. Lying down on top of the shrieking girl he could feel her writhing as pain racked through her, and it made his pleasure all the greater. He stared back at her reflection in the rain streaked window, reveling in the sight of utter terror on her tear- and makeup-smeared face. When his hand grew sore and tired from spanking her reddened arse, he instead reached around and grabbed her throat tightly while still yanking her hair hard. He slowly crushed and squeezed and her delicate white neck, painfully strangling her. Her arse muscles began to clench harder and his groans of ecstasy grew louder. Both were by now utterly sweated-soaked, their bodies writhing together. Thick condensation covered the cab windows and the heat inside soared. Anshul's grunts and curses, with Karen's screams and sobs, drowned out the steady beat of rain on the roof. As his deep, cruel thrusts grew faster, he alternately throttled Karen or pulled her flame coloured hair so hard her scalp was bleeding. As he finally began to cum the noises she was making were barely human. Then with a series of final savage pushes that left her in a blind agony, Anshul finally came long and loud. He slumped down on the quivering Karen, gurgling in delight.
Thread: Karen Gillan's Long Ride Home (DeRe & celebstars)

Crying in to the improvised gag, Karen felt him pound her asshole with his cock, his skin hitting hers making a slapping noise as the cab filled up with hot sweat and condensation. The temperature of the vehicle was raising steadily, causing both of them to sweat despite the cold conditions outside. With her chin pointing upwards because her hair was being pulled, Karen saw his hand come around and take a grasp of her throat, squeezing it hard and causing her breathing to struggle. Her hands tied behind her back were shaking violently trying to get him to stop. Her pupils raised upwards underneath her eye lids, making her close to passing out completely, which she wouldn't of been to sad about. A sharp pain came across her head, causing her eyes to awaken as her hair was pulled on so hard it caused her to bleed a little. She was surprised she could still cry, having the feeling she had used up all of her tears due to the experience so far. Judging by his grunts and groans, his breathing getting heavier, Karen knew he was close and it wasn't to long before she felt him cum in to her asshole before resting on top of her. Thankfully he kept a shirt on, otherwise she would have felt his sweat dripping all over her back. With his cock still lodged in to her hole as she lay resting, Karen closed her eyes trying to picture a happy memory rather than this nightmare.