Chapter Text
2006, somewhere in LA:
The “bedroom” was large and swamped with shadows. More like a warehouse actually, wherein a bed had been placed. The only light was a spotlight that shone directly onto the bed, which revealed a naked girl. Her four limbs were tied to the four bed posts, and she was also gagged with a rag, tied tighly behind her head.
Miller gazed at the girl in admiration. She was extremely pretty, her long legs leading up to a very nice hourglass figure, and supple little tits. Her fair skin had a youthful glow, and she had a cute face, with long, curly blonde hair.
"What's her name again? Taylor something?"
"Taylor Swift." replied his associate. "16 years old...she's gonna be the next big thing..." The man stroked his cock as he gazed at the girl hungrily.
"Taylor Swift..." Miller repeated, absent-mindedly, as he too stroked his cock. There were actually more than a dozen men in the room, all naked, watching Taylor squirm on the bed. They were a mix of young and old (one of the older men was even here with his son, Miller knew), white and black. The room was murky with cigar smoke, but she could see what was in store for her. She pulled on the restraints, and grunted through the gag, but it just came out like "URRRRGHH! MMPPPPH!!"
Tears streamed down her face as the realization dawned on her that she was helpless, and surrounded by so many men. She thought back to when she had signed her contract with the record company, and the non-disclosure agreement…and now, as she realized what they must have planned, wondered if it would all be worth…this.
It had been a relatively simple matter to drug the girl and transport her here. The company had arranged transportation and alibis for all in attendance. Her family thought she was recording her hit single, unaware of the secret clauses in her contract. This was a business model that Miller could get behind; Taylor would only be the first…
"Care to do the honors?" his associate asked.
"Don't mind if I do." said Miller. After all, he was in charge of putting these sessions together.
He climbed on top of the bed, on top of Taylor, as her sobs became more noticeable. Miller planted a big sloppy kiss on her cheek as his fingers began working her clit, clean-shaven, he noted with satisfaction. He marvelled at the delicate, soft folds of her teen pussy between his fingers. It wasn't long before he felt her getting wet, despite her precarious situation.
Taylor squirmed and mumbled pleas through the gag, but Miller was rock hard and ready to party. He spread her long, delicious legs apart, giving the inside of her thighs a ravenous lick as he did so. He rubbed his dick against her pink labia, until he started to feel her wetness coating his cock, and began to slide it into her pussy, a little bit at a time....she was so fucking tight! He wondered if she was still a virgin or if she was just a perfect specimen of ripe teenage pussy. The lack of blood suggested the latter. Her juices coated his cock as he began to push deeper and deeper into her sex, until he was thrusting steadily inside her. Her vaginal walls squeezed tight against him, but this only made him want to fuck her harder. Taylor continued to cry but was no longer struggling. Her head was turned to the side, trying not to make eye contact with him.
It was only a matter of minutes until Miller was shooting ropes of cum into her tight teen pussy. "Ahhh fuck....just too tight..." squeezing her ripe little tits as he unloaded inside her. He held her by the chin, and turned her face so she was facing him again. Her eyes were full of defeat. He leaned in to kiss her once more, giving her face a wet lick for good measure, tasting some of the salty tears on her cheeks.
"She's all yours gentlemen," said Miller as he climbed off the bed.
Over the next several hours, all the men took turns fucking Taylor, leaving load after load of cum in her pussy. Sometimes while she was being fucked by one man, others would grope her tits or slobber over her face. Taylor tried to scream occasionally but it was useless with the gag. Her desperate grunting just seemed to excite the men even more.
Finally, after all the men had fucked her pussy (Miller and a couple other men going back for seconds), Taylor was pretty much catatonic; her slim, fragile looking body was coated in sweat, her hair was a tangle. White cum oozed out of her abused pussy.
They decided to flip her over, so they undid her restraints and put new bedsheets beneath her, the others being a wet mess of cum and sweat. Finally she was restrained once again, this time with her tight little ass being exposed to the crowd. Miller slipped a pillow under her stomach to prop her up. Pulling out his rock hard cock, he decided to do the honors....
He spit directly into Taylor's exposed asshole and swished it around with his fingers to lube her up ever so slightly. Grinning, he worked his schlong into that tight hole, a little at a time. Taylor moaned weakly as his member slowly penetrated deeper and deeper into her anus. Gripping her pale little cheeks tightly, Miller groaned in pleasure as the teen girl's ass squeezed his cock. As tight as her pussy had been, this was something else entirely. He grabbed a handful of her curly blonde locks and pulled roughly as he thrusted deeper and deeper.
Taylor's moaning turned into little muffled shrieks…she felt as though she was being ripped apart with each penetration. "Let's have a listen men..." said Miller, undoing the gag around the girl's mouth, evilly anticipating hearing Taylor's screams. And she didn't disappoint, as soon as her mouth was free from the gag, her pathetic screams filled the room. "Puuuleease....stop! It's toooo biiiiiiiiiig!" Any of the men in the room who weren't already aroused were certainly aroused now...
Good thing this place is soundproofed, thought Miller. It wasn't long before she had milked his cock yet again, as he pumped his load deep inside her, for the third time this evening. He slapped the poor girl hard on her ass, leaving a red welt on her pale skin, before leaving her once again to the mercy of the other men.
One man after another climbed on top of her and violated her tight teen asshole, until it was gaping widely and dripping with cum. Some of the men watching couldn't restrain themselves and jerked off on her face while she was anally raped, leaving her innocent teen face and hair streaked with cum. The gangrape continued for hours. Miller watched this, a cold beer in hand, stroking his cock absent-mindedly. He decided three times was enough for him.
When they had finally finished with her, they untied Taylor, and she sprawled out on the bed, her chest heaving, as she tried to make sense of what had just happened to her. Miller walked over to the edge of the room and took the camera off its tripod. He carried it over to the bed for a closeup. He zoomed in on Taylor's face so the camera got a good look at her.
"Smile for the audience bitch. Just imagine what they're going to think, years from now when you're the biggest star in the world." Taylor just stared at the lens, her eyes glazed over, not really understanding. "What a thrill this is gonna be, for all the losers out there to see you used this way". While he filmed, Miller was holding his cock at the ready. "What a mess you are sweetie....here, let me help you with that..." A steady stream of piss starting splashing on Taylor's face and chest. She weakly tried to turn away, gasping and gagging as some of the rancid liquid got in her mouth.
After he had finished relieving himself on Taylor, Miller tossed her her clothes, as the other men finally started filing out of the chamber.
“There’s a shower down the hall. Clean yourself up and we’ll call you a cab.” Miller grinned at the poor girl. “And Taylor, all my associates have your number on speed dial. If any one of them gives you a call, drop what you’re doing and do whatever they say. Or else you can kiss your “career” goodbye.”
Taylor looked at him weakly, her eyes fluttering.
“Understand?”
The girl nodded, very subtly.
“That’s a good slut. Just remember we own you.”