Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: Lyndsy's Mistake Author: TheBigLove126 Keywords: MMF, celeb, rape, oral, anal, viol Summary: Lyndsy Fonseca stays late at the studio - Disclaimer: The following is a fictional story describing the rape of a celebrity with physical violence involved; if this offends you then turn away now. If you have any questions, comments, story requests or other feedback to this or any of my other stories; feel free to contact me at - thebiglove126@yahoo.com or chat with me on YIM, I am almost always online. Fore more celebrity stories, visit and join my new forum http://www.celebritystorylibrary.com - The clock was passing midnight as the final scene of the movie was filmed in the Fox Lot. Lyndsy Fonseca, the star of the movie, was the only actor left as they filmed a talking-head interview for a DVD extra. When the director yelled cut, most of the crew quickly filed out of the studio due to how late the filming went. "I guess that killed any plans you had tonight," the female director said as Lyndsy removed the microphone from her black blazer. "I didn't have any to begin with," she explained. "Going to the bar on a Wednesday night is lame; I might as well wear a shirt that says `Desperately Single'." "Don't worry, you'll find someone," the German director said. "Hot girls don't stay single for long." "When all of the men around Los Angeles are rotten douchebags, they do," Lyndsy said as the two started walking towards her dressing room. "So you're just going to head home?" she asked. "Yeah, I think I might take a shower here first so I don't get home and blow it off," Lyndsy said as she reached the door. "Okay love, talk to you later," she said before kissing her on each cheek like any European would. Lyndsy walked into her dressing room and quickly pulled the blazer off, tossing it on a chair. As she walked to the bathroom, she pulled her black skirt and white panties down. She tossed her pink t-shirt behind her and quickly unfastened her white bra, leaving a trail of clothes from door to door. She stopped at a mirror over the sink and cupped her pair of D's, lifting them up and letting them drop. "I swear these things keep getting bigger," she whispered to herself before walking to the shower. Turning the water on, Lyndsy proceeded to take a long hot shower. After a thirteen hour shoot, nothing could have been more relaxing for the twenty-seven year old woman. She stood under the shower head and let the warm water rain over her long brown hair while she kept her eyes closed and imagined herself in a pleasant rain shower. For twenty minutes, she slowly washed every bit of sweat and dirt off of her smooth skin until she was finally done. She shut the water off, grabbed a towel and stepped out. Wrapping the towel around her dripping wet body, she looked in the mirror and wiped the condensation off. She grabbed her hair brush and slowly brushed her long locks while staring at herself. Lyndsy took her time getting ready to leave. After stepping out of the bathroom, she cleaned up the trail of clothes she had left behind. The woman tossed the dirty clothes in one bag while searching through another for a clean set. She pulled out a yellow tank top and a short pair of black short while ignoring the underwear. The brunette decided against wearing a bra and panties since she planned to go to bed as soon as she entered her house. She dried herself off one last time before pulling the tight clothes over her squeaky clean body. After gathering any last possession of hers in the room, she put her black blazer back on and grabbed her bags before exiting the room. She was surprised to see most of the lights in the studio out. It came to her quickly that she did indeed take a long time preparing herself to leave. She made her way to the main doors and tried to leave but the doors were locked. She looked down at the handles and saw the chained together and padlocked, something that was common for large studios filled with expensive equipment to protect from thieves. Lyndsy dropped her bags at the door and made her way through the studio, looking for someone to let her out so she could go home. She walked up a hallway when she saw two maintenance workers cleaning an office. She softly knocked on the door to get their attention. "Hello?" she asked, causing both men to turn around. "Hi, I got locked in here after filming. Could one of you guys let me out?" Both men stared at the beautiful woman, admiring her long legs. One of them gathered himself and spoke to her. "Sure thing, miss," he said as he approached her. Lyndsy smiled as the man walked past her and made his way down the hallway. He suddenly stopped in front of another office. The man turned around with a big smile on his face, causing concern in Lyndsy. Before she could say anything, the other man grabbed her by her brown hair and pushed her into the room, knocking her to the ground. She screamed as the first man entered the room and locked the door behind him. The frightened actress scooted back on her ass as the men walked towards her menacingly. Once her back hit the brick wall, her level of fear reached its max. "Look at what we get to play with Shawn," the first man said. "God must love us, giving us a hot piece of ass like this Paul," Shawn said as he grabbed a glass on the table and chucked it at the wall just inches from her head, causing her to scream as the glass shattered. "Please, please let me go," she begged as her chest heaved. "I, I, I can give you money!" "We don't want your money," Paul said as reached down and grabbed her by the foot, pulling a sneaker off. "You know what we want." Lyndsy was shaking as she saw both men reach for the zippers on their jeans. She looked around for any possible way to get free but with the locked door, there was no way she could safely leave. As both men dropped their jeans to their ankles, her heart sank seeing the bulges in their underwear. "Please," she softly begged once again. "Not that." Without saying a word, Shawn and Paul dropped their underwear down and exposed themselves to the frightened woman. Her eyes went wide as two seven-inch cocks stood tall in front of her. She began to sweat profusely as their shirts flew off. Lyndsy was terrified as both men stood completely naked in front of her. "Who gets her first?" Shawn asked. "Why not both?" Paul said with a laugh. Both men approached Lyndsy and each grabbed an arm, bringing her to her feet as she tried to fight them off. Shawn took control of her and slammed her against a desk, bending her over and holding her in place while tearing the blazer from her body. She started to cry as Paul grabbed a handful of ass cheek. Slap after slap against the thin fabric of shorts that covered her smooth backside. Shawn had her arms pinned behind her back, preventing her from being able to struggle. "Let's see what that ass really looks like," Paul said as he put his fingers in the waist of her shorts and yanked them down. "Bitch isn't wearing any underwear; she was planning to get fucked tonight." "No!" Lyndsy screamed as her decision to go sans underwear was regretted. "Look at that ass, it's so hot," Shawn said as he gave it a smack. "Please stop!" she screamed as she felt a hand reach under her and touch the bottom of her pussy. "No!" Shawn picked her up by the wrists and slammed her down against the thick, wooden desk. She groaned as her chin bounced off of a pen. The actress was horrified as a finger roughly invaded her womanhood. "Damn she is tight!" Paul said as he began to finger her harder. "Wonder how long it would take to make her cum." While Paul continued to finger her poor pussy, Shawn pulled a roll of duct tape out of a drawer in the desk. He bit off a long piece and began to tape her wrists together behind her back. Once they were bound tightly, he lifted her up by the hair and planted a deep kiss on her unwilling lips while grabbing her big, braless chest. She tried to keep her mouth closed but once his tongue slid in, she was stuck. After kissing her for close to a minute, he pulled his mouth away and started slapping her softly across each cheek. Paul's hand was beginning to hurt as he violently finger-fucked Lyndsy's defenseless body. The action had made her much wetter than she would want to admit. She hated what was happening but nature made up its own mind. She cringed as she felt a small stream of pussy juice dripping down her thigh. The woman was finding it harder not to move her hips with each thrust. Slowly, she started bucking herself against his finger, adding to the humiliation. "This bitch is really starting to like it," Paul said as he slapped her ass. While she was fighting the natural urge to cum around Paul's finger, Lyndsy's trauma stepped up as Shawn repositioned himself on the other side of the desk and held his cock just inches from her mouth. He bent down and whispered something in her ear. "You bite down on my dick, it'll be the last bite you ever take," he whispered before balling his fist up and pressing it against her jaw. Lyndsy looked up at the tall blonde man with wet red eyes before she opened her mouth to allow him access. He grasped her hair and violently shoved himself down her throat. It only took one motion to slide all seven inches as far down as he possibly could. The brunette woman thought she was going to choke to death as her air supply was cut off. He violently fucked her face, not giving her one millisecond to breath. She kept her eyes opened and pointed towards him while tears streamed down her red cheeks. Meanwhile, Paul slid a second finger between her reddened pussy lips. This was all it took to push Lyndsy over the edge and give her an extremely unwanted orgasm. Her legs violently shook and her throat tightened around Shawn's cock, increasing the pleasure he was feeling. A large river of cum dripped down her legs and into her remaining sneaker. Shawn pulled out of her mouth to give her a second to catch her breath before quickly putting himself back in. He continued to violently fuck her skull while Paul started to press his cock against her abused pussy. "Get ready bitch!" he yelled before slamming himself deep into her. Paul grabbed onto her hips and started to hump the poor girl. She was completely defeated after having an orgasm forced upon her. With her hands tied behind her back and the men double teaming her, she had no choice but to accept what was happening to her. To the men, she was nothing more than how she felt...useless. Both men violently thrusted their throbbing cocks into both of Lyndsy's ends. Paul lifted one of her legs up and rested her foot on his shoulder, giving him easier access to her cunt. For the first time, he could see the sacred area of his victim. He could see that she was almost clean-shaven, just having a light field of stubble above her cunt. He reached down and gave her pubic area a hard slap. "Just like a whore to have a shaven cunt," he said before grabbing the bottom of her tank top and sliding it up her body. Shawn reached down and pulled the shirt the rest of the way up, freeing her busty chest for the first time. The men rolled her on her side, giving them both a clear look at her mostly nude body. Shawn reached down and groped her breasts again, this time feeling the fleshy mounds alone instead of under the thin fabric of her tank top. The men continued to double team the girl until they both pulled out. Paul grabbed her by the hair and threw her down to the ground. Shawn walked around the desk and lay flat on the ground. Paul rolled Lyndsy on top of him, lining her up for him to begin fucking her pussy. As he slid into her, she felt a wad of spit hit her ass hole. This finally woke her up and brought the fight back in her. Lyndsy squirmed around in Shawn's arms, kicking her legs back at Paul. He tried to stop her but could not get a grip on her feet. He reached over to the desk and grabbed a hardcover book, tossing it at the back of her head. She screamed as the point of the book nailed her square in the center of her skull. Shawn picked the book up and smacked her in the mouth with it. She cried in pain as her lip was busted open, dripping blood down on to his chest. Paul started throwing anything he could find at her. A roll of duct tape, a stapler, a cup of pens all left from his hand and connected with her. She had turned around and caught the butt of the stapler on the ear. She was crying hysterically at the pain she suffered, made only worse by Paul's next action. He got back behind her and, with no mercy, pushed his cock into her ass as hard as possible. She screamed louder than either of the men thought a woman could scream. Violently, he raped her ass hard, putting every ounce of force into his forward thrusts. Both men laughed as they caused extreme pain to Lyndsy's lower body, laughing harder as they heard her cry and beg. "Please stop," she moaned. "It hurts." "Damn right it hurts," Shawn said as he slapped her in the eye. "That hurt!?" "Oww!" she yelled. "Shut up already!" Paul yelled as his cock caused her ass to begin lightly bleeding. "S...s...sta-hop!" she cried. Paul, tired of hearing her voice, picked up the stapler from the ground and opened it up. He reached back and whipped the stapler at her ass, striking it and leaving a staple in her cheek. He did this four more times until he could see five shiny staples digging into her flesh with little trickles of blood dripping down. Shawn reached over and grabbed the woman's balled up shorts from the ground and violently shoved it her mouth, muffling any screams that she might try and force out. She kept her eyes closed while tears flowed down her cheeks during her double rape. Paul slapped her staple-stained ass while laughing. The men both reached for Lyndsy's neck, beginning to choke her hard with each thrust. Her eyes shot back open and she tried to force her shorts out of her mouth with her tongue to no success. Shawn started to laugh as he could see her face starting to turn blue. "Need some air?" he mockingly asked her. Once it looked like she would pass out, they removed their hands and let her breath through her nose. She fell forward and lay down on Shawn, pushing her voluptuous breasts against his chest. He grabbed her by the hair and planted a kiss on her nose before humping her faster. She instantly knew what was about to happen. "Keep your eyes on mine or I'll jam this pen into your throat," he said as he held a metal pen in front of her. Lyndsy kept her tear-soaked eyes locked on his as she felt him rape her faster. It was only a few seconds later that he pushed his cock in as deep as possible and released his seed into her womb. She was disgusted as she was forced to look at his smiling face as he filled her fertile, unprotected pussy with his disgusting cum. As his cock began to relax, he spit in in her eyes and shoved her off of him. Paul kept his cock plunged deep in her ass while Shawn slid away. Lyndsy was flat on the ground while he viciously pounded her bleeding, formerly-virgin ass. She buried her face in the shag carpet and sobbed while her body was abused. Suddenly, he pulled out and turned her on her back. She stared up as he quickly put his cock back into her pussy to finish off the session. "Look at me!" he yelled. Lyndsy slowly pointed her eyes at his, noticing the look of pure evil staring back at her. Their eyes locked as she felt his cock twitch inside her, giving her another filling of semen. As his cum painted her vaginal walls, the final bit of torture washed over her own body. A second orgasm, more intense than the first, exploded from her cunt and coated his cock in a mixture. Once he was finished filling the poor girl, he pulled out and rubbed he leftover cum on her vibrating clitoris. She quickly curled into a ball and cried hard, taking in the whole horrendous experience. Paul grabbed a pair of scissors from the desk and cut the tape from her wrists. "Get the fuck out of here bitch!" he yelled. "And for the record, the key to the fucking padlock is in the fucking padlock. If you were smart, you would have been able to leave on your own." Both men kicked the girl in stapled ass before gathering their clothes and leaving the office. Lyndsy pulled the shorts out of her mouth and sat up, wincing as she put her weight on the staples lodged in her ass. Quickly, she rose to her feet and pulled her shirt down. The beaten woman wiped a trail of blood from her lip with her hand before grabbing the blazer and quickly putting it on. With no other choice, she slipped the slobber-soaked pair of short on over her abused lower body. Lyndsy made her way out of the office, looking over at the men who were pointing and laughing at her as she slowly walked towards the door. As she reached the door, she went through her bags and pulled out the skirt she had been wearing, pulling it over her soaked shorts. She saw the key sticking out of the padlock, turning it and opening the doors. Tears streamed down her face once she got to her Toyota Camry parked right outside of the studio. The woman was in pain as she drove over the bumpy roads back to her house, each bump bouncing her off the seat and digging the staples into her harder.