Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: Parade Rape Author: TheBigLove126 Keywords: MF, celeb, rape, oral, interr, drunk Summary: A bad day at the Patriots Super Bowl parade - Disclaimer: The following is a fictional story about the rape of a celebrity. If this offends you, that's your problem and not mine. Go back and stop reading. If you have any questions, comments 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. When it comes to request, I will take them if they interest me and I like the celeb (no Miley, no Ariana, no Scarlett and absolutely no Kardashian/Jenner). For more celeb stories from myself and many other great writers, visit my site at http://www.celebritystorylibrary.com/ today! - "Want another beer?" Katie Nolan asked her friend as they stood along the streets of Boston, waiting for the Super Bowl championship parade for her beloved New England Patriots. "Actually Katie, I just met this guy and, um, I'm gonna have to duck out for a bit," her blonde friend said. "You're going to abandon me for sex with a stranger?" the brunette sports fanatic asked. "He has a Ferrari, I've never done it in a Ferrari before," she responded before hugging her and walking away. "Hate you!" she yelled in a playful tone before taking a long swig to finish her beer. Katie tossed her empty bottle in a wastebasket and pulled another out of her long blue coat, popping it open and watching the preliminary acts in the celebration go by. She was bundled up tightly under the cold Boston weather. She stood in a tight pair of sweatpants, brown Ugg boots, a blue knit hat, red scarf and soft white gloves, leaving her face as the only exposed skin to the sub-freezing temperatures. As the brunette watched on, she was pushed forward by a man tripping over his own feet behind her. Her bottle of Sam Adams slammed to the ground, shattering in thousands of pieces. Angry, she turned around to see the older black man struggling to his feet. "Good move, asshat," she said as she kicked the shards of glass out of the way. "I am sorry," he apologized. "Get out of here, you bastard," she commented as she pulled yet another beer from her coat. The man, with a sad look on his face, stumbled away and out of Katie's sight while she started to cheer as the first team members passed by her position. She clapped and whistled as the car with the special teams players drove along the route. She raised her beer up and tipped it, receiving thumbs up and eye contact from kicker Stephen Gostkowski. "This one's for you!" she yelled as she took a deep swig. As the parade went by, Katie repeated the act to every car. By the time her favorite player Tom Brady passed by, she was five beers in and a bit buzzed. Her screams were getting longer and more obnoxious by the second. Once the quarterback car passed, her drunkenness really showed. "Fuck yeah Tommy Terrific!" she screamed, not noticing Brady's young son in his arms. "Wooo!!!" Katie finished off that beer and reached for another one, finding an empty compartment in her coat. "Ah shit, I'm out of beer!" she yelled, causing people in front of her to turn around and give her an angry glare. "I need to go get some more." Katie began to shuffle away from her standing spot, looking for any place to buy another beer. She stopped in front of an alley and could see a liquor store just a few feet away. Before she could start walking again, she felt a strong grip around her arm. "Hey! Are you the bitch that called my father an `asshat'?" a large black man said. "I, uh, what?" the drunken girl asked with wide eyes. "My father said he tripped over an empty beer bottle and knocked into you," the man said. "And you called him an `asshat'? That man is a war hero and a cancer survivor, how dare you treat him like a bum!" Before Katie could respond, the man hauled off and slapped her hard across the face. The only thing that kept her from falling over was the grip he had on her arm. The man was massive compared to the five foot, four inch tall sports fan. He stood at about six foot, six inches and weighed around two hundred fifty pounds, built like a linebacker. "Help me!" she tried to scream before he wrapped his large hambone of a hand over her mouth. "You need to learn some respect, little whore," he grunted as he dragged her down the alley. Any drunkenness or buzz that Katie had was gone quickly. She was in survival mode, kicking and slapping him repeatedly, trying to break free of his grip. The man was not fazed as he pulled her down into another alley, out of sight from anyone on the streets. He had an evil look on his face as he continued to work his way down the alleyways with the sobbing brunette fighting him. "Slap me again, I dare you!" he yelled, causing Katie to freeze in fear. The man dragged her down a small stairway before opening a door and pulling her inside. He kicked the door closed and threw her to the ground. As she shuffled her way onto her butt, he turned a light on, showing her the abandoned barroom he had brought her to. "Please, I'll apologize to your father, I didn't mean it," she begged as he walked past her, glaring at her. "I had had a few too many, I was just a dumb drunk." "Dumb is the key word," he said as he walked behind the bar. "Let me go, please?" she asked. The man emerged from behind the bar with a full bottle of whiskey in his hand. He unscrewed the cap and began to pour the alcohol on the frightened girl. She closed her eyes and mouth as the warm liquor soaked her hat, scarf and coat. Her pants became soaked in the smelly drink as it ran to the carpeted floor. As the last drop fell, the man hurled the bottle to ground, smashing it into a million pieces. Katie jumped in fear and slid away from the glass shards. "Stand up!" the man yelled. Not wanting to further anger the man, Katie rose to her feet and stood in front of him. He reached out and slapped her across the face again. "Take your fucking coat off," he said calmly. Katie remained still, not wanting to strip any clothes for this scary man. Not wanting to play games, he reached out and wrapped his hand around her throat. He pulled a lighter out of his pocket and showed it to her. "Take your coat off or I'll light your bitchy ass on fire," he said, striking the lighter. Like her coat was already on fire, Katie took the blue coat and red scarf off fast. The man smirked as he saw her "Katie Hearts Brady" t-shirt. "I'm guessing your name is Katie," he said, putting the lighter away. "Ye-yes," she said, shivering in fear. "Well Katie, I'm sure you understand how this is going to go," he said, taking the bottom of her shirt between his fingers. "The only question is if you're going to be a good little girl and let it happen or fight me." "Please, I can give you money just...don't," she offered. "Okay, give me the money right now," he said, letting go of her shirt. "I, um, it's not WITH me at the moment," she stated before receiving another hard slap across the face, knocking her knit hat to the ground. "So you tried to play me? Girl, you need some respect fucked into you," he calmly said before ripping her shirt up over her head, leaving her in a black bra. Katie brought her arms up to cover herself but quickly put them down as he reeled back, about to slap her again. "Take your gloves off and then pull those pants down," he demanded. Slowly, the woman slid her hands out of the gloves and tossed them onto the floor before hooking her thumbs into her sweatpants, pulling them down her slender legs. After pulling her boots off to allow the pants to slide free, she stood back up straight in only her black underwear. The man walked up to her and licked the whiskey off of her face before placing his fingers against the crotch of her panties. She groaned at his touch, hating the feeling of his fingers tickle at her clitoris while his slimy tongue tracked up and down her face. Tears were dripping from her eyes, directly into his licking path. "Your tears make my cock rock solid," he whispered into her ear, making her shiver. "Enough of this shit, I'm fucking ready." With one swift motion the man yanked down her panties, exposing her unshaven cunt and filling her mind with embarrassment. He ran his fingers through her short pubic hair while his other hand reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, leaving the humiliated girl sans all clothing. The man glanced down at the bra and could see the size inside of it. "32B, I thought bigger," he said as his fingers pinched her tiny pink nipple, forcing her to yelp. "Speaking of bigger..." As Katie watched in horror, the man unzipped his jeans and pulled out his thick, eleven inch cock. The drunken girl's eyes went wider than ever. Never before had she seen a penis so long or wide in person, nor had she seen a black one up close. "You like?" he asked as he stripped the rest of his clothes off, showing his built body. "Th-that won't fit in, in there," she stammered, her eyes locked on the massive member. "That's what they all say," he responded. "You better give it nice sucking and lube it up. You've got two minutes." The man grabbed Katie by her long, dark hair and forced her to her knees. He pressed his cock to her lips but she kept her mouth closed. "Fine, I'll go in dry then," he said as he grabbed her arm. "Wait!" she exclaimed. "I'll do it." Katie wrapped both hands around his monster cock and took it in her mouth. She was still amazed at how massive his chocolate member was. The man grabbed her by the back of the head and forced himself deep into her throat. Her limbs flailed around as the pain in her throat went from zero to sixty in under a second. "AHHH!" she screamed through his cock. Right away, the man slammed his hips back and forth against her face, causing pain in her nose with each thrust while his balls slapped under her chin. Snot began to run out of her nose as she struggled to breathe in the split seconds his cock was out of her throat and just in her mouth. "You won't ever disrespect anyone again, will you bitch!?" he grunted, receiving no answer. The man grabbed onto her hair like handles on a bike and continued to violently rape the drunken girl's throat. She tried hard to push him away, placing her hands on his thick thighs, but was severely unsuccessful. To no surprise, she was powerless against the powerful rapist. After several minutes of throat raping, the man pushed Katie onto the ground and stood above her. With his cock in one hand, he grabbed both of her ankles in the other and lifted them up. Following a swift kick to the ass he got between her legs and dropped to his knees. He set his wet cockhead at her slightly moist entrance and slapped her stomach. "Look at me while I fuck you," he commanded. "Plea-please, pl-please," she said, still trying to catch her breath. "I'm sorry." "I ain't!" he yelled as he slowly inserted his massive cock into her super-tight pussy. Katie screamed bloody-murder as he vaginal walls were pried open by his giant black sausage. She clenched her jaw and tried to grip the carpet as more of him went into her. By the time his bushy pubes met hers, her face was beat red with sweat adding to the tears and snot, making her drunken face a mess. "Damn you be tight," he groaned as he pulled back a few inches before forcing himself forward again. "GAH!" she screamed repeatedly with each thrust. The man wrapped his large hands around her slender hips to gain further control. He started by moving her body back and forth over his cock while her knelt still. The `Boston' in Katie forced her to continue her fight back, regardless of the failure. In her mind, she still felt a way out even if common sense told her otherwise. She was helpless. The man had a huge smile on his face as he controlled Katie's body over his. He lifted himself up until he was straight up on his knees, giving him more leverage. He stared down at the girl, who was trying to sit up and alleviate the pain. This was a problem as she needed to arch her back to accomplish her goal. After a minute, she figured this out and tried to arch her back but was met by his massive hand shoving her back flat against the floor. He crawled over her until his face was hovering over hers while he started to thrust into the girl. "Look me in the eye!" he yelled. Katie reluctantly stared up at her rapist in time to receive a wad of spit in her eye, followed by a slap to the same eye. She yelped again in pain before he wrapped his hand around her throat. "I will let go of your throat and if you don't want a black eye, you will tell me I'm the best man you've ever fucked," he softly said while still violently humping her. The man let go of her throat and glared at her while she coughed. "You are the be-," she said before pausing. She saw his fist clenching and quickly gave in. "-best man I've ever fucked." "Good cunt," he said before slapping her in the other eye. The man shoved three fingers into her mouth while his lower body was literally jumping onto hers, allowing eight inches of his cock to slide out of her before ramming back in. The deep fucking he was giving her forced an unwanted orgasm in Katie's pussy. "Slut," he quickly said as he felt her cunt walls attempting to grip at his rapid cock. "I bet a little whore like you would just love a little chocolate baby." "NOO!" she screamed, causing another slap to her face. "What's the matter? A black baby isn't good enough for you!" he screamed. "You aren't just a cunt, but a RACIST cunt!" "That's not what I meant," she quickly said. "I don't want any baby, please don't cum in me!" The man ignored Katie and, after a few more violent thrusts, unleashed a large amount of semen directly into the girl's womb. She started crying hysterically as she felt the hot cream spraying from his massive cock, which was pulsating against her sensitive pussy walls. "Ah, that was great," he exhaled. Katie had her face covered by her hands, covering up her soaking wet eyes. She was at her most humiliated by having he rapist cum inside her while she was not on the pill. The man yanked her hands away and got in her face, licking the mess of sweat, tears and nose dripping off of her before planting a rough kiss on her lips. "Next time you better respect an American hero," he said as he ripped a small lock of hair from her scalp. "My trophy," he commented as he wrapped the hair around his middle finger. Katie remained on the floor of the barroom, still sobbing into her hands as the man dressed and cleaned up the broken whiskey bottle. He tossed Katie's clothes onto her, minus her panties, and stood over her. "You've got three minutes to get dressed or I'm gonna fuck you again," he said as he walked away, into the bathroom. Katie scrambled to her feet and began to dress herself as fast as she could. Her shirt was inside out, her bra wasn't hooked right and her gloves and scarf were left behind but she was out of that barroom with a minute to spare. She ran down the alleyways and back to where she had been standing earlier. Just as she stopped walking, her friend returned with messy hair and a dab of dried cum on her lip. "I just had the best sex ever," Katie's friend said as she gave her a hug. As she hugged her, she could see the dried snot and tears on her face. "And by the looks of it, you just gave somebody some good head." "We need to go," she said, grabbing her friend by the hand and quickly getting as far away from the alleyway as humanly possible.