Disclaimer : This story is restricted to readers aged 18+, if you're not, please go away and come back when you're older!. It contains content that may offend people, including offensive and racist language. The characters in no way represent the attitudes of the author! This story is fictional, all characters are totally fictional, all events occur in a fictional universe. None of this is real! Everything is intended for satirical purposes.
This is the first in a series of stories I hope to write. The world of MOPH is an alternative version of our world. It is home to the mysterious Raptor Corp, a world-wide agency that specializes in exclusive white slavery.
(Please note I have posted this elsewhere online)
Codes: MM+F, nc, rape, oral, anal, viol, humil, tort, racism
The Taking Of Taylor Swift
L.A. 2008
“Taylor! Taylor! Over here, Taylor!”
A hundred cameras flashed in unison as Taylor Swift posed on the red carpet. With elegant poise she turned about and smiled radiantly, drinking in the moment. She was radiant with elation and success. At only nineteen she had dominated the country music scene, sweeping award after award. She felt every inch the princess she had always wanted to be. Glamorous nights like this were part of her life now, and every second of it thrilled her.
Even more fun were the parties, one of which she was on her way to. She had chosen a cute but sexy party dress, shining sliver, to show off her long, lissome legs. Like the song said: she had them, and she knew how to use them. The tight lines of the dress helped accentuate her slender curves. Her fragrant gold hair hung freely, the soft locks bouncing around as she flirted with the cameras.
She felt inspired tonight; something special was going to happen. Smiling softly, she idly wondered if there'd be some cute boys at the party. She had always been a shy girl, only recently beginning to learn the power of her sexuality – and how to exploit it. Despite a number of romances she had gone no further than one clumsy and embarrassing handjob. She ached to surrender her virginity to just the right guy, some wonderful prince. Her recent fame daunted many of them now, but she hoped her short dress and pretty smile would win her something tonight.
Down the red carpet, through a tunnel of camera flashes, she saw the open door of her waiting limo. My own pumpkin carriage, she thought with slight smile. “See you later everyone! Love you!” She blew a kiss to the cheering crowd as she gracefully entered the car, deftly smoothing her dress down with her hand to deny the paparazzi any kind of revealing shots. She was not that kind of girl.
“Wow, that was fun” she giggled, slamming the limo door as it moved off. “My fans are so cool-”
Suddenly Taylor was brought up sharp, as she noticed the two men in the car with her were not her bodyguards. Instead of them she saw two gangster-looking thugs, both giant black guys in denim. One sat across from her – a fat, creepy guy with a leering smile. The other, sitting next to her, was muscular, tattooed, and had a cold, cruel face.
“H-h-hey guys, w-who are you?” Taylor's voice quavered. Her throat was suddenly tight – like just before a gig. She felt herself begin to tremble with fear, her bare arms and thighs prickling.
The one next to her spoke. “Name's Duke. That's Mex. We're your escorts tonight, Taylor. Y'see there's been a change of plan – this is our limo, your pretty white ass is coming with us.”
Taylor gasped, suddenly beginning to realize the danger of her situation. Frantically, with both hands, she grabbed the door handle and pulled violently. But it was locked fast. Whimpering she scrambled for her purse and phone, but it fell onto the limo floor and was quickly snatched up by Mex. The two men laughed cruelly at the vivid expression of shock on Taylor's innocent, bewildered face.
Duke slid across the seat to her as she cringed in fear. Her bright blue eyes shone at the sight of his prison tattoos and vicious smile. He brushed some loose blond locks from her naked shoulder, then began to gently kiss the soft white skin. Taylor shuddered reflexively, and wanted to raise her hands to push him off – but she felt totally paralyzed. Small, hot tears began to run down her girlish cheeks, leaving a soft trail of smudged makeup.
Duke drank in the smell of her perfume. He placed an arm firmly around her shoulders as she shut her eyes tight. With his other hand he roughly held her chin and turned her face towards him. “Give me some of that little pink tongue, girl”, he spat, leaning in to kiss her. With a sudden wail of “nnnoooo” she found the strength to try to grab his arm, shaking violently. She knew she had to get out of here.
Dropping her chin Duke reached back quickly and slapped Taylor's face hard. She gave a sharp cry of pain and shock, staring at him like a trapped wild animal. Her face stung with the blow, and biting her lip she began to whimper.
“Do what you're told bitch, if you wanna get out of her alive,” hissed Duke. He grabbed her around her ivory white throat this time, and kissed her hard. Too frightened to resist, Taylor's pink lips parted and felt his hot, thick tongue invade her mouth. She had always loved to be kissed, but this was a violation that revolted her. Duke pushed her head back as he savored every second, tasting the purity of a mouth few had touched. Curling her small tongue in his he felt her soft moans pass through him, and he struggled not to blow his pants right then.
Releasing her throat – and holding her lips firmly locked in his – Duke grabbed and began to firmly grope one of her tits through the dress. He cupped the pert, 34A-sized mound and squeezed it as Taylor dug her nails into the seat. With his other arm, he pulled the strap of her right shoulder, smoothly sliding it down.
Gasping, Taylor tried to pull her head back. “Stoppit awgod please-”, she begged in a panting voice. “Don't do this, please lemme go, I- ahh, ahhhh-” she gasped quickly as Duke's hand slid under the edge of her dress, his fingers toying with her firm nipple. With his other hand he roughly tugged the dress down, pulling it to her chest and exposing her perky, round tits to a man's gaze for the first time.
Taylor felt like a massive electric shock was passing through her long, lithe body. This is just a hideous nightmare, she thought. Any second she'd wake up back her mom's place, safe in bed. But despite all her desperate prayers her situation was very real. She felt Duke rolling her nipples between her fingers, playing with her body. The sensations racing through her were strange and delirious, and she felt herself becoming lost to them.
“Pleassse don't do this to me” wailed Taylor, her hands instinctively reaching up her protect her abused breasts. With a grunt Duke grabbed one of slender wrists and pulled a pair of police handcuffs off his belt. He slapped them on Taylor, pulling her arms behind her back as she cried quietly.
“Do what you're told, bitch, if you wanna live,” hissed Duke. Racked with sobs, Taylor hung her head in shame and shock. She felt burning tears now flowing freely down her face. Hesitantly, she whimpered “Please don't hurt me, I'll do whatever you say, just god please don't hurt me...”
Duke leaned in close. He rubbed away a tear from one of her flushed and shining cheeks. “OK then Taylor, see my man Mex over there, been waiting so patiently? You ask him nicely, 'Please Mr Mex, would you pull my panties down?' like a good little girl.”
Almost choking on her gasping tears, Taylor said “I-I c-can't, please, I can't do this, please, I'm just nineteen, I've done nothing to you, why are you doing this to meEEEEEEEEE-”
Taylor's voice rose in a shriek as Duke squeezed her nipples like a pair of steel pliers. Pinching them sharply between his fingers he crushed her soft, milk-white tits firmly in his hands. “You say that line, bitch!,” roared Duke. “You beg 'im to pull your panties down!”
“Awwgudd please..oh please...I-I-I...” Taylor struggled to breathe, her vision breaking up into a field of stars. “I can't, this is too much pleasss-”
Duke roared into her ear again. “Say it or I rip these little tits off and mail them back to your fat trailer trash momma!”
Unable to bear the pain anymore, Taylor tried to speak. “P-p-please misss-”
With a jerk of her tits, Duke jeered at her, “Look at your massah when you address him!”