Captivity: The Full Saga (Celebrity Story)

DAY 01: Avril awoke with her hands cuffed behind her back, the metal rings biting and digging into her wrists. A tight swatch of cloth was tied around her mouth, gagging her and restricting her calls of dismay to mere meek whimpers. Wriggling back and forth, she only served to tighten the cuffs before she managed to roll to the edge of the bed, sitting with her legs dangling over the edge. She was in some grimy dungeon with paint peeling from the walls and rusted pipes rushing across the ceiling. Not to mention there were only two pieces of furniture: a wooden chair and the uncomfortably stiff bed on which she was sitting

            There was a sound at the door, the rattling of heavy chains echoing through the small basement room and rousing Avril to her feet. She had to escape but was a little stunned and taken aback by her surroundings. As the door swung open, she clumsily attempted to run past the intruder, only to have her small frame pushed backwards into the room, a burly bald man striding inside. Forcing her back against the wall, he locked the door behind him, dropping his leather jacket and advancing on the young pop-star, “You try that again, you’ll be sucking cock with no teeth. Probably better that way anyway. So, don’t move. I need get you ready for your first client.”

            “Cwiient?” Avril muffled timidly as the bald man looked at her disapprovingly, causing the young girl to shrink back in on herself as he lifted his hands to her t-shirt. Hooking his hands inside the neck of the shirt, he ripped downwards, tearing the garment in two and causing Avril to shudder slightly, looking at him with even more fear in her eyes. Her bra was exposed as he continued to tear the fabric away before plucking a pair of scissors from his back pocket. Slicing straight through the bra, he tossed it to one side, giving her exposed breasts a soft and gentle squeeze, pinching one of her nipples and smirking to himself as Avril put on a brave face as she was groped.

            “Yeah… Clients… People pay a lot of money for what we provide. A lotta, lotta money. Fuck, and I just get to look at this. I’ve got to convince the boss to give us a go. You know? Holiday bonus maybe? You’d be down for that right?” the man teased as he ran his fingers down her belly, slipping his hand down the front of her rolled up trousers. His fingers dipped along her panties, tracing her folds through the thin fabrics as his other hand reached behind her, gently pawing at her pert little bum, “Stars like you… You all think yourself pretty and prim, but as soon as someone shows you a bit of grit… shit, then you spread you legs and start gagging for someone to put you in your place. Isn’t that right?”

            He enunciated his speech with a sharp spank to her ass, one that forced her to stagger forwards ever so slightly, inadvertently pushing herself onto his probing fingers and eliciting a grin from the leering man. She felt the cold metal scissors slide along her lower back, hooking inside her trousers and beginning to slice through. It took a little manoeuvring, but eventually, the man dropped her tattered clothing to the ground, the young girl standing in nothing but her panties, which were growing wetter and wetter as the man rubbed her. Grabbing the underwear, he pulled it upwards, wriggling the fabric into her folds, pinching her tight little pussy until she started to wince. With one sharp pull, he snapped the tiny garment and let it fall to the ground, leaving the young star-let as naked as the day she was born.

            “Hey! No playing with the merchandise! The boss’ll have you castrated if he catches you. Come on, we got another pick-up to do,” a man said, as he opened the door, gesturing for the bald man to follow. Begrudgingly, he did as he was told, collecting up the tattered fragments of clothing that he had torn from the young girl and giving her a toothy grin.

            “Later sweet cheeks…” he smirked as he left the room, leaving Avril butt naked and alone in what was looking to her new home. A dungeon, in god knows where, servicing ‘clients’ who had paid for her. She could only imagine what that could mean and whilst she had gleaned a pretty good idea, she was still a little hopeful that maybe, just maybe, this was going to be some elaborate -but tame- meet and greet. But she’d would quickly learn that she was disastrously wrong.

DAY TWO: She had been awoken a day later by another of her captors, however, this one had no interest in her, instead forcing her into the wooden chair, uncuffing her before tying ropes around her chest and the chair. He made careful effort to ensure that her breasts were still perfectly framed by the rings of rope that held her in place. Undoing the gag, he glared at her as if to force her silence, silence which she wasn’t going to keep, “Fuck you! You better let me the fuck go or so help me god…”

            The man raised his hand and slapped her square across the jaw, finally urging her to be quiet. He disappeared out the door, leaving her alone for a while. She had already tried every single avenue of escape the previous night, but somehow felt more vulnerable this morning. Desperate to escape the chair, she tried rocking it back and forth, but only managed to tighten the bonds around her chest. Finally, the door opened, and a suited elderly businessman was guided in by a tattooed man, “Right sir. Here you are, as requested. Avril Lavigne in a chair. I presume you brought the stuff we couldn’t supply, eh? Wouldn’t want you to waste your time with this one, right?”

            “Yes. I did. Very well done. I see you managed to get her with her old hair. Perfect. I couldn’t have asked for better. If you’d please?” the businessman smiled, gesturing towards the door, out of which the tattooed man politely retreated.

            “Four knocks and we’ll unlock the door. Enjoy yourself and we’ll get the second half of payment when you’re done,” the man smiled, before closing the door and leaving the elderly suited man alone with the naked and restrained starlet. He walked over to the bed and laid his briefcase down on the sheets, unclipping It and keeping its contents just beyond the panicking girl’s sight.

            “Why are you doing this? If you let me go, I’ll make it worth your while. Hell, if you get me out of her, I’ll do all the kinky shit you want, just please… not like this…” she pleaded, but to a silent room. The man dropped his suit jacket and rolled his shirt sleeves up before retrieving the first item from the briefcase. He pulled a black vibrator wand from his bag and knelt down beside her, moving the toy in place against her belly and waiting expectantly for her to spread her legs. She kept them pinned vehemently together. Lifting his free hand to her breast, he captured her nipple in between his fingers and slowly began to twist the sensitive nub of flesh. Gritting her teeth, she tried her best to not react, but the unrelenting tightening of her skin became unbearably painful, forcing her to finally succumb, spreading her legs dutifully, “Please… I won’t tell anyone, just… just fucking stop, you fucking lunatic!”

            Her scathing words did nothing as he rested the head of wand against her clit, fastening several ropes and hairbands to keep it in place despite Avril’s annoying wriggling. Next, he procured a second vibrator, this one long and the in the shape of a rather small cock -at least by Avril’s standards-. Sliding it down to her folds, her rather slowly and carefully rubbed it back and forth, coating it in her juices before slowly, but steadily forcing it inside her tight little pussy. Refraining from moaning, she kept a stiff upper lip as the man diligently and expertly used ropes to bind the vibrators in place, pulling her legs back and fastening them to the chair to discourage her wiggling. He took out a controller for the vibrators alongside a leather horsewhip and stood in-front of the young girl, with his hands folded behind his back.

            “Who is your daddy?” the business man asked, slowly and succinctly, waiting patiently for a response that wasn’t coming. He had no interest in fucking her. He could get that from any cheap street whore. He wanted her to break and bend to his will. That didn’t stop the bulge in his trousers growing directly at eye level for Avril as she looked up at him with a defiant glare. When she didn’t respond, he lifted the controller and turned one of the switches on, a gentle hum sounding between her legs as the vibrator that was plunged deep into her cunt began to vibrate inside her, the soft pleasure enough to make her breathe sharply inwards, but not enough to force a moan from between her lips. She wasn’t a prude and a simple vibrator wasn’t enough to satiate her. Looking up behind cold eyes, she saw him ask again, “Who is your daddy?”

            “My dad is Jean-Claude Lavigne. Not some creepy businessman in a fucking dungeon,” she snarled, quickly regretting her words as the man lifted the horse-whip and sharply slapped her across the face with it, a red welt growing on her pale and creamy skin. A second strike hit her breast, the sensitive flesh burning hot and sharply. His hand returned to the controller and turned a second dial, the vibrating wand starting to shake against her clit. She couldn’t deny that the combination was very, very pleasurable with her belly beginning to shudder and shake as she fought back the urge to moan loudly. Her pussy was growing wetter and wetter, her folds becoming slick and glossy, coating both of the toys in her juices.

            “Who is your daddy?” he asked again, once more getting silence. Growing impatient, he turned both the dials once, the vibrating hum growing louder and more powerful. Avril’s cheeks began to grow redder and redder as she gritted her teeth and refrained from making a sound, aside from a muffled grunt. Her body was tingling as the vibrations shot through her pussy, her hole beginning to writhe and clench as the pleasure built and built. An orgasm was inevitable, especially considering how the toys had settings up to five and she was only on two. And in Avril’s experience… well, she was a screamer. Asking again, “Who is your daddy?”

            “Not you, you fucking creep,” she spat, once again having several sharp and concise whips hitting her breasts, one of them catching her nipple and causing her to yelp sharply, a thin layer of sweat growing on her body as she tried her best to avoid moaning. The dials turned once more, and she stifled a soft whimper as she felt her pussy clench, her core beginning to tighten as that inevitable orgasm built inside her. Struggling to maintain the tough glare, she bit her bottom lip, breathing slowly and steadily. Fighting the urge, she became more and more flushed, but managed to control herself, looking up at him, “You’ll have to try harder than that…”
            “Quite… I have a session tomorrow. I’ll see you then,” he said, crossing over to his briefcase and packing up, keeping the toys pressed against her body and not even bothering to untie her. Her eyes widened as she realised the implication. He strode back into view and walked over to the door, sharply knocking four times before turning to look at her. Lifting the controller, he turned both the dials up to five before setting the remote down on the floor. Avril’s breath was stolen from her as the sharp increase in pleasure caused her orgasm to hit her. Moans flooded from her mouth as she shuddered violently, her hip gyrating in place as she tried to wriggle away from the intense and almost unbearable pleasure flushing through her body. The businessman simply smiled before slipping out of the door, leaving Avril to her night of innumerable orgasms.

DAY THREE: It was an unbearably long night for Avril. She was exhausted after the third orgasm rippled through her body, her skin slick with sweat, her hair stringy and clumping together. Every time she thought she was growing more resilient against it all, she felt that familiar tension building in her stomach. She had tried to sleep, but never managed more than five minutes before being shuddered back awake by a sharp increase in pleasure. Losing count of her orgasms after the thirteen one, she waited for the door to open and finally it did, though not in a good way.

            One of her captors entered with a bucket of water. Tossing it over her, it washed away as much of the sweat as possible and left her shivering as she fought back the moans. And then, about an hour later, the businessman walked back in and went through the same motions. He took his suit jacket off and rolled up sleeves before picking up the remote and his horse-whip. Taking his place in front of her, he asked politely, “Who is your daddy?”

            “Fuck… you…” she whimpered meekly, barely grunting as the whip struck her face. Tired, exhausted and shattered, she looked up at him, wanting a moment of rest. She couldn’t do another night of that. She’d pass out or worse. Swallowing deeply, she finally broke and said as coherently as she possible could, “You’re my daddy…”

            “Good…” he smiled, turning the dials down to zero and giving the girl a brief moment of respite. The breath of relaxation was sublime to Avril and she could have sworn that she had yet another orgasm simply from not having that pleasure between her legs. The feeling of relaxing her muscles was incomparable. So much so, that she didn’t notice the man shuffling forwards and unbuckling his belt. Dropping his trousers and boxers just enough, he withdrew his small five-inch cock and brought it within distance of Avril’s mouth. Looking up, she breathed slowly before he gave her his orders, “Be a good girl and suck daddy off…”

            Nodding diligently, Avril leaned forwards tentatively, gently flicking the tip of her tongue across his throbbing tip, the familiar taste of pre-cum landing on her tongue. Looking up at the man, she gulped and forced herself forwards. Parting her lips, she swallowed his small length in one swift go, wrapping her lips around the base of his cock and swirling her tongue around his shaft, the tip of her length prodding the back of her throat. Slowly, she began to bob her head up and down, lavishing his tip with her tongue and coating his shrivelled length in a thin layer of saliva. His moans filled the room as he took a hold of her head and gently guided her lips along his cock. He never forced her, preferring her to take the initiative. All he did was guide her.

            “There’s a good little girl. Treat daddy good and proper… That’s it sweetie,” the man leered creepily as his cock poured pre-cum down onto Avril’s tongue, the pop-star dutifully swallowing it down as she suckled on his shaft, her nose burying itself in the small tufts of hair above his crotch. She felt his twitching and spasming in her mouth, his cock coming closer and closer to exploding. It didn’t take much, though she didn’t expect a lot, “Look at your daddy when he comes. Like a good little girl…”

            Begrudgingly, she looked up at him, watching him glare at her as he moaned softly. His balls started to smack her chin gently as she blew him, the man holding off his orgasm as long as he could. He wasn’t able to for long as he exploded into her mouth, several long strands of pent-up cum landing on her tongue and filling her mouth. Keeping her lips wrapped tightly around his cock, she took every drop, waiting for him to pull his cock from her mouth. As she milked him dry, his shaft softened rapidly, prompting him to pull back, watching her with her mouthful of cum. Every urge in her body wanted to spit, but she forced herself to swallow, the man smiling happily.

            “Good girl… You know how to treat daddy right,” he smiled, before walking over to the bed and dressing himself back up. He took the vibrators and stowed them away in his briefcase before taking a pair of scissors and cutting Avril free. She wanted to run, but her legs were stable enough. Breathing happily, she rubbed her wrists as the man said, “What do you say?”

            “Thank you… daddy…” she said, choking the last word out as the man kissed her softly on the top of her head before disappearing through the door, never to be seen by her again. Thankfully. Dragging herself over to the bed, she collapsed on top of the sheets, instantly clocking out from exhaustion. Avril Lavigne had just tended to the first of, what would end up being, many clients.

DAY FOUR: Avril slept for several hours, her body clinging to the mattress as she tried to relax in the cold and dreary room. Her body still shuddered from the intense pleasure of her first client and she felt her body ache in the most bizarre of ways. Stirring early the next morning, she was quick to leap to her feet. Using her freedom and ability to move, she searched every corner of the room, searching desperately for a way out of her small and cramped confines. Unfortunately, no escape plan was viable. There were no windows and only a single door. A single door that had every single lock firmly tightened and shut in place, leaving her restrained in the small dungeon.

            “I want her prepared,” a voice ordered from the other side of the door. Leaning her ear up against the metal surface, she pressed her cold and naked body up against the door, trying to listen into the conversation, “Did you not hear me? We have one of the world’s leading little sluts in that room? Do you know how many teenage boys jerked of to her little ass? I’m telling you, we could make a mint of that tight collection of holes. Who cares if we only kidnapped her for one client, I’m talking millions of dollars. All for that fresh piece of ass. So, get in there and get her ready. Two or three days should get her properly trained. Go!”

            Avril lunged away from the door as she heard footsteps making their way to her confines. Retreating against the wall, she gasped sharply as the cold surface pressed against her bum cheeks. Her hands lunged to cover her modesty, her hand clasping itself over her pussy and tits. The door slowly unlocked and the same man bald man who had stripped on her first day walked in, rolling up his sleeves with a smirk on his face, “Grown shy have we? After the glowing review our client gave us yesterday, I kind of thought I’d find you bent over against a wall. Waiting.”
            “You don’t have to do this… If you let me go, I’ll forget I even saw you. I’ll just go after the old guy yesterday. You won’t have even existed to me…” Avril pleaded, keeping her hands pressed against her body as the man turned and locked the door. He folded his arms and laughed.

            “And miss out on a chance with Avril Lavigne? Believe me when I say, I’m not the only father who had to listen to your screechy little songs, day in, day out. And believe me… There are thousands of men who would pay good money to reduce your vocal output to happy… fucking… slurps…” the man smiled, pulling from the back of his pocket a pair of handcuffs. Avril darted to the side, hoping to run past him and try the door. Her grabbed her around the waist, his hand slipping through her folds as he picked her lithe and nimble frame up and into the air. Roughly slipping a couple fingers inside her, the man reduced her squeals to grunts of disinterested pleasure. The pleasure however, was enough to stun her, the man wrenching her hands behind her back and handcuffing her once more. Dropping her on the bed, he made sure to cuff her feet together with a second pair of cuffs before staggering backwards slightly, “A nice little present… You should learn to treat us better… It’ll make it a whole lot easier. But then… again, even disobedient sluts like you learn to be respectful eventually… That’s what we have the museum for…”

            “Museum?” Avril murmured meekly, looking up at the bald man rather pathetically. Smirking, the man glanced around to the door before lifting his hands to his belt. Unfastening it, he dropped his trousers, fishing his hardened cock out of his boxers and gently shaking it in front of Avril’s face. The girl turned cheek to it, having a streak of pre-cum forced across her jaw.

            “It’s only fair you’d want to know what’s in store for you… If you want to know, then be a good little girl. I’m not going to force it. I want you to do it yourself…” the man sneered, prodding the tip of his cock against her lips, begging access to the young stars throat. Grimacing, she glared back at him, not submitting to his desires and instead keeping a stern faux-confidant look. Smirking, he pulled his trousers back up and buckled them, “Still got some self-respect? Hmm… Well. There’s still plenty of time for that to be changed…”

DAY FIVE: The next day came rather quickly with dawn marking the start of Avril latest endurance test. The door to her prison was opened and a group of men entered, all of them ogling her exposed flesh for a moment before eagerly helping one of them hoist her up over his shoulder. Gripping her arse firmly, he carried her out of the cell and down a long corridor, weaving through the desolate dreary building. She made every attempt to map out her surroundings, continuously searching for an escape, but failing at every corner. Finally, they opened into a large open space, revealing her captors… museum…

            It was large open room with concrete walls and flooring, with an eclectic display of various machines and restraints. Some were as simple as restraining someone with their mouth open, whilst others pushed their occupants legs behind their head. Others had mechanical arms that thrust dildos back and forth. And there were baskets of sex toys and torturous devices of painful pleasure laden across the floor. Whips and chains of vary severity were hung on the walls and various girls were already restrained and held in place. Some appeared willing, dolling up their make-up as Avril was paraded through the room, whilst others fought their bonds and attempted escape. Avril was even certain she recognised a few, with the familiar faces of a couple other celebrities passing by before she was flung forwards onto a leather pedestal.

            Grunting as the handcuffs bit into her skin, Avril glanced up at the bald man who leered over her, gently swinging the keys to the cuffs in his fingers. Starting with her hands, he undid the metal, before tying her hands up behind herself. Undoing her legs, he did the same, forcing them uncomfortably back over her head and spreading her legs perfectly, her ass and pussy positioned for perfect use.

“So… Three days in the museum. And you are our main attraction. We have a few regulars coming in, though undoubtedly, as the days go by, word will spread through the more unsavoury parts of town and you’ll be incredibly popular. Hopefully, it’ll teach you some manners…” The man smiled, gently squeezing her nipple as she looked fearfully around the room at the myriad of naked women and the avenues of torture and abuse that could be inflicted on her. The bald man moved to walk slowly away, before turning around and placing a small bottle of lube on the table next to her. It was so tiny that it would hardly be enough for one person to use, “Just in case any of your visitors are gentlemen. Then again… their track record doesn’t suggest so…”

“No! Let me go! Ple…” Avril began, exercising her ability to speak, only to have a ball-gag forced into her mouth, silencing her and causing her to drool ever so slightly. Slowly, the room became still, with the willing participants taking their place and the more unwilling ones being flung unwittingly into their restraints. Some bouncers lined the walls, but apart from that the room was empty. Avril had the perfect view of the door ahead of her, and as a large bell was rung, they pushed open and a dozen different men sidled in, most of them set in their routine.

Most of them stormed to their preferred choice of holes, with several grabbing girls roughly by their hair and thrusting themselves deep inside their throats. Others were more torturous in their mindsets, plucking whips or excessively large dildos from their place and toying with the restrained girls, their whimpers and muffled shrieks filling the room. Panicking, Avril wondered if she’d be able to survive the first day without anyone noticing her. However, she wasn’t that lucky. One of the smaller framed men, a teenager who was nervously fleeting around the room, tentatively stroking some of the women, but not daring to make a move. Noticing Avril, he made his way over and ran his trembling fingers across her skin.

Cautiously, he moved down to her pussy, gently sliding across her folds, prying them apart and noticing her unwitting slickness. Taking this a sign of lust, the boy dropped his trousers, jerking himself off for a few moments before leaning forwards. He leant across her body, burying her face in her neck and kissing her skin, gently massaging her breasts with his hand as his cock slipped down against her folds. His hand lunched to his cock as he moaned, nibbling on her ear as Avril turned her nose up and tried to turn away, his tongue leaving trails across her neck, “You love my cock, don’t you? Mommy loves my cock…”

Avril groaned against the ball gag, wanting to shriek in discomfort as the boy flopped around on top of her. She felt his cockhead easing downwards, gently pushing against her entrance as he clumsily sought her hole. Finally, he found it, slipping inside and submerging several inches inside of her. It wasn’t massive but wasn’t tiny. Quite average in Avril’s mind. Whilst she hardly considered herself a connoisseur, a few of her ‘contacts’ would go so far as to call her a size queen. But, never in front of her. They wouldn’t want to jeopardise their chances of a night with Avril.

Slowly, he began to draw his hips back and forth, thrusting forwards at an awkward angle, his cock slipping out from inside her as he moaned happily to himself, content that he was providing immense pleasure to her. Slamming back inside, he moved his lips to her cheek, roughly kissing her, turning her head to face him and gazing at her with a lustful look, “Mmm… I know that look. I’m giving you the good dick, eh? Suppose you’ll want my number? Have me on speed-dial whenever you need a proper man to fuck you...”
            Grunting around the ball gag once more, she turned her face away, unable to look at him as he grinded against her hole, softly fucking her. His balls slapped against her folds, tightening and clenching as he came closer and closer to his orgasm. Unwrapped and unprotected, he slammed forwards, groaning to himself as he spurted deep inside her. Groaning in disdain as she felt a thin load shoot inside her, she waited for him to pull, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek before shuffling out of the door through which he came, leaving Avril to watch the few other patrons tending to their chosen girls, displaying the level of depravity that could ensue. She was surprised that she didn’t notice the shrieks and squeals. Though, much to her annoyance, she noticed one man snap a photo of her legs spread, offering nothing but a suggestive wink as he left.

DAY SIX: She had fallen asleep at some point. She couldn’t remember when. She was lucky to not have another guy use her as the first guy had, though, as she expected, word would get around. And sooner or later. Waking the next morning, she felt a bucket of ice cold water get flung across her body, jolting her body awake as she spasmed and tugged painfully against the bonds. Looking up, she saw the bald man grin before spanking her arse and leaving. Shivering, she once more watched the other girls get ready, some of them even chipper about the prospect of being fucked in such excessive  ways. Still, Avril tried not to break.

            Another hour of shivering passed until the doors were opened and Avril’s biggest fears were realised. The crowd was much larger. And much more boisterous. They looked rough, or as delicate people would describe, urban. Laughing, they walked in, ignoring all the other ladies and strolling straight over to her, a group of twenty of more men leering at her naked body, “Shit… Damien was right. It’s fucking Avril Lavigne. Dibs on first go…”

            “Not a chance. Step aside lads. And let me know music’s biggest slut, a good-time,” one of the bulkier lads laughed, the other man stepped aside and allowing him to slide between her legs. Dropping his trousers, her probed her pussy with a couple fingers, watching her face intently as he did so, waiting for that lustful moan to purse her lips. She didn’t answer the pleasure in her core, even going so far as to ignore him as he slapped what was a rather larger cock against her folds. Smirking, he replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock, Avril fighting the urge to grunt at the building tension at her entrance. She grew hotter as he pushed against her, teasing and taunting her until finally lunging deep into her pussy in one go, spearing her on eight inches at once.

            Gasping, she stopped herself, ignoring the grin on the man’s face as he continued to push forwards, sinking the last few inches inside. Without missing a beat, and with a touch of practice in his stride, he thrust in and out, slamming harder and harder with each deep pound. Avril’s moans built in her stomach, her slap threatening to break her proud exterior. She glanced helplessly around, watching as the crowd of guys slowly began to jerk themselves of, all of them looming hungrily at her as if she was a slab of meat.

            Her body began to shudder as the thrusts increased in pace, the man trying to make her break. The sound of slapping balls filled the room as her pussy grew slicker and slicker, her juices rolling down the curve of her arse, reducing her tight rear entrance to a well lubricated shimmer. Saliva began to dribble down her chin as she fought of the moans, the pleasure of having such a large shaft hammering in and out of her meek defenceless little hole being unbearable. And as she felt him twitching and spasming inside of her, nearing his own end, she finally snapped.

            A muffled and guttural moan forced its way up into her mouth, the men cheering as she broke, her moans pouring from her body as the man inside her came hard and deep. Groaning, she felt someone fiddling with the ball gag, unfastening it and letting it fall slack around her neck. Swallowing the saliva in her mouth, she barely opened her lips to call out before her head was torn to the side and her murmurs silenced by a thick, throbbing cock. Her unwitting throat was at the man’s mercy as he plunged deep inside her, his balls roughly crashing against her cheek as he pounded her mouth. Grabbing her head, he skull-fucked her without mercy, roughly dragging her throat down to meet his crashing thrusts.

            The sloppy gagging and spluttering muffled the argument over who was next. It didn’t matter to Avril as she was only the hole in which they were going to thrust. She felt the winner step up and ease into her cum-filled pussy, the guys that were fucking not having adverse reactions to sharing. This was such a staple to them that it barely registered. He was a little smaller, but not by much. He made up for that with constant sharp slaps to her thighs, the men cheering as her pale and creamy skin was made redder and redder.

            The next two hours crept by at snail’s pace, with Avril almost clocking out for the entirety of it. Her only focus was whoever was next in line. That wasn’t by her own design, but simply the nature of it all. Luckily for her, the guys didn’t venture too far south, with her arse remaining untouched. However, dozens of cocks pounded her tight little pussy, moving to her tired and weary mouth if they wanted something different. She lost track of the guys, losing count after around eleven. She was pretty sure plenty of them went for seconds, and it was only after their anonymous leader snapped at them that they all cleared off, leaving her a sweaty, cum soaked mess. Her lips were smeared with cum and saliva, and she ached from being pounded in such an uncomfortable position.

            “I told you you’d learn…” a voice murmured from beside her. Lifting her head, she groaned. It was the bald man. He stepped forwards and dropped his trousers, freeing his cock and holding it next to her lips, a wry grin on his face, “Now show me how much you’ve learnt…”

            Looking up at his face, Avril felt anger. Pure unadulterated anger. So, it was much to her own surprise when she leant forwards and parted her lips, swallowing his entire length dutifully, all the happy groans of the bald man. He gently patted her head as she clumsily dragged her lips back and forth, bobbing her head up and down, until he came. It didn’t take long. The eroticism of having broken the starlet was enough to make him blow. But the fact she swallowed without a single word, and turned her head away, not even acknowledging him. That feisty submission. That was a true and utter blessing. 

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