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Subject: {ASSM} Pop Star's Pastimes - Chapter2
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Pop Star's Pastimes - Chapter2


      

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Pop Star's Pastimes: Chapter2
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Chapter 2   Remembering
Madonna couldn't forget the thrill she had felt when she got her
revenge on David "call me Davey" Michelson. She had set him up,
killed him and passed it off as a suicide. Holding onto the
beautiful Patricia, a 19 year hooker see had recruited as part of
her plan and then murdered, licking the tears from her face while
Davey viciously raped her tight young asshole had given her more
pleasure than anything else she had experienced. She knew now
what she had always suspected. That she was a sadist - she could
only get really turned on if someone else was suffering. Thinking
about Patricia's quiet whimpers as her asshole was reamed,
remembering the salty taste of her tears & the look of fear in
her face, the room seemed to be getting warm. Her nipples were
growing hard and she felt her pussy getting wet. She allowed her
right hand to stray down to her panties as her left rubbed and
pinched at the nipple of her right breast. She thought back to
when she first experienced the thrill of seeing another abused.
It had been at the party where she'd first met the late Davey. A
girl she had met when waiting tables at a Nashville coffee shop
introduced her to him. The girl in question, funny she couldn't
remember her name now, occasionally worked as a model and had
been in a video shoot when she met him. He invited her to a party
and she brought Madonna along to keep her company in case it got
boring. She needn't have worried about that.
The party was full of medium level music executives and before
long, helped by a few drinks generously spiked with various drugs
designed to make her compliant, her friend was off in one of the
bedrooms with a couple of overweight, middle-aged guys who had
told her she would be ideal for the video they were shooting next
week. Worried at her friend's disappearance, Madonna had gone
looking for her. When she opened the door to the master bedroom
she couldn't believe her eyes. Her friend was on the bed, on her
hands and knees, with one fat sweaty man slamming into her pussy
from behind, whilst another fucked her face with exaggerated,
violent thrusts. She was about to charge into the room and rescue
her friend when she noticed she seemed to be enjoying herself.
Her hand was working on the shaft of the cock in her mouth,
twisting around it and rubbing up and down from her lips to his
balls. When she started playfully licking the end of Madonna
realised she was a willing participant and decided it was none of
her business what her friend's bedroom habits were.
All the same she was fascinated by what she saw. Her breathing
had become shallow and fast. Her nipples were pressing painfully
against the rough lace of the cheap bra she was wearing under her
blouse. She was also, she noticed, getting rather warm and moist
in her panties. Absentmindedly her left hand strayed to her right
breast and toyed with the nipple there, making it even harder
than it had been but replacing the pain from the rough material
of her bra with a pleasant warm scratching sensation.
She shifted her weight so that she was leaning her left shoulder
on the doorframe and her right hand began to rub and squeeze at
her right thigh. Her thumb stroked up the inside, hitching up her
skirt and grazing against her panties, while her splayed fingers
squeezed and gripped at the front of her thigh. Her eyes had been
closed for a few minutes now; she was listening to the sound of
her friend in the bedroom whilst concentrating most of her
attention on her own rapidly approaching orgasm. A yelp from the
bedroom snapped her eyes open and she saw the man who had been
fucking her friend from behind had changed position slightly.
Where he had been standing on the floor next to the bed, he was
now kneeling on its edge. He had repositioned his cock too. It
was no longer pistoning into her pussy. Now it was pressing
against her asshole. Clearly she was not happy about this.
Madonna could hear her try to say no, reaching behind herself to
push him away, but his friend had grabbed her by the throat and
held her face a few inches from his own.
"Shut up whore!" He spat into her face "You know you're just a
common whore, and we're going to treat you like a common whore!"
The guy behind her gave an almighty thrust and his penis buried
into her ass right up to his balls. The poor girl would have
screamed, but for the guy holding her tightly by the windpipe.
"That's it bitch, settle down and enjoy it. You were happy to
fuck us both for a spot in a music video, well guess what. There
is no music video!" he slapped her face viciously." I know what
you're thinking. You think you're gonna go to the cops. Tell them
we raped you. Tell them we held you down and buggered you against
your will. Do you really think they'll believe you? A dozen
people must have seen you come in here with us willingly. No one
would believe a word you say!"
All this was having a strange effect on the young Madonna. Her
left hand was now violently rubbing and squeezing at her breasts.
First she would pinch and twist her right nipple, then the left.
Then she would grab as much of her breast in her hand as she
could and squeeze, hard! Her right hand had stopped gently
rubbing and squeezing her thigh and was now buried in her tight,
black panties. She was furiously rubbing her clit with her thumb
while she scratched her fingernails up and down the lips of her
dripping pussy. The man behind her friend had gotten into his
rhythm now. His hips were swinging back and forth; his balls
slamming against her pussy as his cock disappeared into her ass,
only to reappear again ready for another thrust. His hair was
pulled back into a ponytail, which only served to draw attention
to the receding hairline that had almost reached the very top of
his head. This ponytail swished from side to side across his
disgusting hairy shoulders as he reamed the poor girl's now
swollen ring. On the other side of the bed, his partner in crime
was laughing in the poor girls face, occasionally whispering in
her ear, shouting obscenities at her from just a few inches away
or slapping her hard across the face. Every time a tear rolled
from her eyes he would grip her head tightly and lick it tenderly
from her cheek.
With a grunt, the man raping her friend's ass came, his cum
squirting into the poor girls ass. She was in floods of tears now
and the assailant holding her by the throat had stopped licking
at her tears and was instead smearing them over her cheeks with
his thumbs.
"You done Roy?" he asked his now sated partner.
"Sure am, boy she had a tight ring piece. I reckon she was an
anal virgin!"
"You lucky sod! I bet you've stretched her all out so I won't
feel a thing"
"Don't pout; you went first with the last slut!"
"OK, get 'round here and hold her, I want that ass now!"
When they released her she fell over onto her side on the bed and
tried to draw her knees up to her chest.
"'Aw now honey, don't go settling down to sleep just yet, we're
only halfway through!"
They swapped positions and the guy with the hairy back and the
ponytail who had just deposited his load in her ass pulled her up
onto her knees. She was limp and he had to hold her by her
shoulders while his colleague positioned his self behind her and
placed his cock-head at the entrance to her ass. He pushed into
her slowly, unlike his friend who had slammed into her. She
started to tense and Roy let go of her shoulders to grab her by
the face. Holding her jaw with his left hand he reached behind
her and scooped up some of his cum from under his friends balls
where his cock had forced it out of her ass. He smeared it over
her face, tracing her lips with one cum soaked finger. This
seemed to amuse him greatly and he started chuckling to himself.
Madonna's friend was practically catatonic. She just rocked back
and forth with the momentum of the guy fucking her ass. He was
much slower and more gently than her previous rapist but, as his
orgasm rapidly approached, he speeded up until he was thrusting
just as hard and fast as his friend had been. He groaned, a big
smile crossing his face, as he too unloaded into her tight young
ass.
Madonna bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming out loud as
she was wracked by the most powerful orgasm she had every
experienced. Out of breath she pulled the door shut silently and
walked on shaking legs back to the party.
She had discovered something about herself that day all right,
but it wasn't until she experienced the euphoria that followed
the anal rape and murder of Patricia and the murder of her former
abuser Davey that she realised fully what it meant. Now she sat
on an elegant Italian leather sofa in her multimillion dollar
Beverly Hills mansion vigorously masturbating at the thought of
her one time friend being raped and a beautiful young hooker with
her throat slashed after a violent buggering in this very house.
As she came again and again, soaking the expensive furniture, she
accepted what she was and gave up lying to herself. She decided
to embrace her dark side. She was going to have so much fun!

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