The Abduction Of Charlotte Church (Part 1)
Blue_Biro
(By Blue Biro)
Charlotte Church left the stage to rapturous applause. Another concert
over, and just as well appreciated as all the others. She headed to her
dressing room, waving away the congratulations of those around her, and
shut the door behind her. These concerts really took it out of her, and
she was desperate for a drink. Looking around the room, she spotted her
bottle of water on the table, and reached for it. She sat down in her
chair and guzzled the water thirstily, not noticing the unusual
aftertaste in her hurry.
Five minutes later, her agent Stuart entered the room to find the
fourteen year old prostrate in her chair. He locked the door behind
him, and approached her slowly, admiring her. She looked stunning in
her skimpy red evening dress, and with her hair and makeup. Stroking
her cheek gently, he pulled out a mobile phone, and dialled a
number. “Ok, come on,” he said when it was answered and hung up
immediately. After putting his phone away, his wandering hands strayed
to Charlotte’s small breasts, and softly massaged the pliant flesh.
Even in her unconscious state, her nipples stood erect, poking up
through the velvet dress.
A knock on the door disturbed him. ‘Plenty of time for that later’ he
thought and after checking, opened the door to let his associates
in. “Let’s go,” he said…
Charlotte awoke groggily and wondered where she was. She couldn’t see
anything because of a blindfold obscuring her vision, and when she
tried to move her hands she was unable to as they were tied to the
chair she was in. “Hello?” she called worryingly, “is anyone there?”
There was no answer, but she felt a presence in the room, and could
hear breathing nearby. “Hello?” She panicked and struggled against her
bonds, but to no avail. What was going on? Where was she?
Suddenly a hand on her shoulder made her jump. “Don’t try to struggle,”
a man’s voice said, “there’s no way you can escape.” Charlotte held
back tears as the hand stroked her shoulder. “Who are you? What do you
want?” The hand disappeared and the man answered fiercely “no more
questions. You’re here because we want you to be. We’re very impressed
by your –er talents, and are going to have a bit of fun with you.”
“This isn’t much fun” said Charlotte resolutely, before a slap across
the face shut her up. “It will be…” said the man, “but first things
first. You’re going to answer some questions. One, are you a virgin?”
Charlotte blushed red beneath the blindfold. She had heard the word
used, and new what it meant, but had never dreamed of doing anything
sexual. “Yes,” she said meekly. “Of course you are… Two, have you ever
done anything with boys?” Charlotte shook her head. Her busy lifestyle
left her little time for going out on dates. “Three,” said the
voice, “have you ever touched yourself?” Charlotte was shocked. Such
personal questions asked so openly. She said nothing. “I said, have you
ever touched yourself?” Charlotte stammered – “I d-don’t know what you
mean…” A hand grabbed her chin and turned her head towards the
direction of the voice. “Have you ever played with your breasts, like
this?” A hand grabbed her left breast suddenly, making Charlotte cry
out in shock. It kneaded at her tiny tit painfully, and pinched the
nipple hard through the dress. “Or perhaps done this?” A second hand
nestled on her lap, resting against the base of her stomach, before
trailing slowly across her groin. “No!” Charlotte cried out, as tears
ran down her face. “Please – don’t do this!”
Suddenly the blindfold was removed, and Charlotte blinked in the light.
She was tied to a chair, surrounded by four men in what looked liked a
cellar. She recognised Stuart across the room, and begged him to help
her, but he just leered and laughed. The first man, whom she later
found out was called John, knelt in front of her, and removed her shoes
and white socks, leaving her in bare feet. She cried softly, wondering
just what these men were going to do to her. Having removed her socks,
John ran his hand up her calf, stopping at the knee and stroking her
smooth white skin. He raised the hem of her velvet dress and slid his
hands up her thighs. “Please” she begged, as his hand brushed against
her panty-clad cunt. She sobbed to herself. She had never touched
herself, other than in the shower washing, and was embarrassed by this
display.
Another man, David, approached her, and after squeezing her tits,
grabbed the neckline of her dress. He tugged hard, tearing the slinky
material, and exposing Charlotte’s bra. Ripping further, he tore the
whole dress from her small body, leaving her tied in her bra and
panties, exposed and vulnerable. He held her head straight and kissed
her forcefully on those famous lips.
Next he pulled the thin white bra down, so it rested under her breasts,
and the fourteen-year-old’s small, pert, tits were on display for the
first time in front of anybody. Charlotte sniffed sadly as he stroked
his fingers across her soft white skin, and rubbed his thumbs over her
nipples. A strange sensation ran through her, and despite herself, she
could feel the seeds of arousal stirring within her. He lowered his
head to her chest, and licked her petite breast, covering it in saliva,
before suckling hard on her stiffening nipple. She gasped as strange
new sensations rushed through her body, and her virgin crotch grew warm.
The other men watched in delight as her bra was removed totally and she
was untied. Standing up, held by the arms, wearing nothing but a pair
of white cotton panties, they admired their catch. Her slim pale body
was unblemished, and yearned to be touched. They carried her to a
workbench in the middle of the room, and rested her on the end so she
was bent backwards at the waist. Her arms were tied above her head, and
a restraining tether was run below her nubile breasts. Her knees were
then pulled wide apart and strapped in position, preparing her for what
was coming next. John pulled a knife from his pocket, and cut the sides
of her panties, tearing them off in a forceful movement, exposing
Charlotte Church’s most precious area. She blushed brightly as she was
thus exposed, and would have closed her legs tightly if she were able.
Her position meant that her tender slit was spread widely, and her clit
stood out prominently. Stuart ran his fingers around the lips of her
cunt stretching further, and eliciting small moans from the helpless
young girl. David’s hands returned to her nipples as the fourth man,
Matt, lowered his head between her legs. He inhaled her musky scent and
stuck out his tongue, lapping softly at her clit. Charlotte gasped as
this pleasurable experience was imposed upon her, hating herself for
her feelings of arousal. A finger was slipped into her moistening
pussy, and she yelped in pain as it stretched her tight hole. Soon a
second finger joined it, and they were moved in and out quickly,
rubbing her vaginal walls.
Mounting the workbench, a now naked John straddled Charlotte’s chest.
She gazed in fear at his erect cock that throbbed wildly. “I think
we’ll use those little tits of yours Charlotte,” he said, and slid his
cock in the shallow valley between them. He grabbed a handful of tit on
each side, and pulled them close around his cock, loving the feel of
the soft flesh around it. She tried in vain to move her head away from
the organ, which was now inches from her face, and wet with pre-cum.
Moving slowly between her tits, John built up a rhythm and pumped away.
Meanwhile Matt now had four fingers in the young girl’s tiny cunt, and
was stretching, making room for later. Charlotte gasped, as her body
was manhandled, and squealed as her tiny tits were roughly manipulated.
John kept pumping, nearing orgasm quickly, as the sight of Charlotte’s
pretty face hurried him on. A few more strokes and he was there,
spraying thick wads of cum across her cheeks and nose. Charlotte shook
her head in disgust, but could do nothing to stop the sticky white
fluid trailing down her face and across her lips, before running off
over her petite chest. John wiped his sticky cock in her hair before
dismounting and watching her face screw up in disgust. She wrinkled her
nose as cum seeped between her lips, and tried not to taste it.
“What a little slut you look Charlotte,” said John. “Cum all over you.
Needs some more though.” At a signal from John, the other three guys
stood around the young girl, jerking off. Her pleading only served to
speedup the process, and soon three more wads of cum shot across her
chest and stomach. Stuart untied her hands, and placed them on her
tits, where they became sticky with semen. He told Charlotte to rub the
fluid all over her, and she unwillingly responded. Her dainty hands
spread the cum across her chest, where the nipples stood erect, and all
over her stomach. Further prompting from David made her massage it into
the tops of her thighs, before sliding both hands over her cunt. The
sticky cum matted her sparse pubic hair, and gave her body a glinting
appearance. She cried softly at this humiliation.
“Ok Charlotte,” John said, “we’ve had a bit of fun, now it’s your
turn.” With that, her hands were tied down again, and Matt brought a
bag of objects to the bench. He handed John a dildo that he wiped over
the fourteen-year-old’s lips, and took one himself. Charlotte had never
seen one before, but could imagine their use from the shape of them.
She whimpered, unable to move, as the larger of the two was slipped
slowly into her wet cunt. John slid it in, inch by inch, until it hit
her hymen. She screamed out as he forced through and embedded eight
inches into her no-longer virgin hole. “Hope you weren’t planning on
saving that till your wedding night slut,” he said menacingly. Tears
streamed down Charlotte’s face as the intruder worked its way in. David
and Stuart began to nibble and suck on her distended nipples as John
slid it in and out, slowly at first, before increasing speed. Gasps and
moans issued from the singer’s young mouth, as she was sent on her way
to her first orgasm. Her cunt was stretched tight from the invader, and
her clit was rubbed mercilessly by John’s hand. Suddenly he stopped and
Charlotte caught her breath, before yelping out as Matt’s dildo was
brought into the action. He had rubbed lubricant onto it, and was now
sliding it slowly into her ass. She cried out again as her second hole
was opened wide. “Losing both your virginities in one day – poor girl,”
he said cruelly, before forcing it further in. Charlotte panted as it
slipped deeper. She couldn’t resist in her position, and could only
moan out in arousal as the two dildos were slipped in and out. She
could feel the blunt plastic objects either side of the thin membrane
inside her, and had never felt so full. Matt and John began to pump the
dildos in and out faster and faster, causing her hips to gyrate wildly.
She panted heavily as she neared climax, and mewled as her hard nipples
were bitten and pinched. Sweat poured from her body, mingling with the
cum that covered it, and her teenage cunt was streaming with her juices
that ran slickly down her taut thighs. As the invading dildos reached a
crescendo, she screamed out in pleasure, as against her will she was
brought to a mind-blowing climax. She felt like such a slut as the
waves of pleasure rolled over her, and her abused holes clenched onto
the plastic intruders. Her body undulated as a second orgasm, stronger
than the first hit her.
“Oh God… oh – oh-oh oh … I ooogggh! Uuggh Ugghh. Pl-please no more… I
ahhh I ahh….”
Her bottom lip trembled as she came down from such heights of pleasure,
and her whimpers became softer. The men watched her shaking body,
wracked with the throes of her first, and second orgasm. She had never
even dreamed of so much pleasure, and in the midst of such degradation.
Stirring she noticed that the men were leaving the room. John, noticing
her reaction said “don’t worry you little bitch. We’re just off for an
hour or so but there’s plenty to keep you busy.” With that he pressed a
switch on the dildos and to Charlotte’s horror they began to vibrate
strongly. “Oh – and the video camera is still rolling so we won’t miss
anything” he said laughingly, and walked off. Charlotte was left tied
to the workbench with her pelvis forced into the air, and a buzzing
vibrator in both of her exposed holes. She sobbed softly as she looked
up into the camera on the wall, and then began to pant again as another
orgasm built inside of her. “Please…Why are you doing this to me?” she
cried out in between gasps, as the ruthless objects inside her speeded
up. Her thighs were wet with her juices and her hair was slicked back
with sweat and cum. The fourteen-year-old’s body shook uncontrollably
as she hit the first of many orgasms still to come.
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