Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: Rape on the Water Author: TheBigLove126 Keywords: MMF, celeb, rape, oral, anal Summary: Two men kidnap Cassadee Pope on a boat - Disclaimer: The following story is in no way real and includes the rape of a celebrity. If you do not like rape stories, please read something else. 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. For more stories from myself and great writers, join my forum http://www.celebritystorylibrary.com today! - "Hey babe," Cassadee Pope said as she walked up to her boyfriend Rian, pulling the earbuds out of her ears. "Boat ready? "Almost, Cass," he responded. Rian was setting up his boat for a nice, romantic night on the water with his girlfriend. Today was the fifth anniversary of their first date. Every anniversary had been spent on this boat about a mile into Gulf of Mexico. They both look forward to this date more than any other date on the calendar. "You finish setting up, I'm gonna head down and get changed," she said as she stepped on board and headed down into the sleeping area. Rian watched her, as he often did, as she walked away. He kept his eyes pointed at her nice, round ass which was constrained by a tight pair of worn-out jeans. She looked over her shoulder, put her earbuds back in and giggled before disappearing inside. While Cassadee was getting ready for the date, Rian loaded the last few supplies onto the boat and was about to step aboard when he heard a noise behind him. He turned around just in time to receive a smack across his face with the butt end of a pistol. He immediately crumbled onto the wooden planks beneath him as one man boarded the boat while another started to tie him up. "Please, what are you doing!?" he said, still reeling from the hard shot to the head. "Shut up, asshole! We want nothing to do with you," the tall man said as he bound his hands and feet together. "It's your little girlfriend we want." Rian tried to fight free as the man tossed a bag of his own onto the boat. "No! You touch Cassadee and I will kill you!" he yelled. "Dead man can't kill," the man said as he kicked Rian's restrained body into the deep water. Cassadee's boyfriend tried to break himself free but was unsuccessful. He watched the bottom of the boat speed away as he took his last breath. He was unable to save his girlfriend from attack. He drowned in the water. Cassadee, completely unaware of her boyfriend's death, stood in her underwear next to the bed. She tossed her jeans and pink tank top aside and pulled a short denim skirt up her legs and over her shapely ass. She grabbed a tight, black Tim McGraw concert t-shirt and pulled it over her torso. After adjusting her breasts in the shirt, she pulled the earbuds out and turned her iPhone off. After one last glance in the mirror, she stepped outside and barely saw the docks in the distance. "I've been waiting so long for this, babe," she said, keeping her eyes away from the men. "I love y-" Before she could finish her declaration of love, she turned around and saw two strange men staring at her. She screamed as one of the men jumped down from above and tackled her to the ground. She tried to scurry away but he grabbed her by her auburn hair, dragging her back inside. "No! Please! Stop!" she screamed as she was dragged onto the bed. "Where's Rian!? Rian!" "Shut up!" the man said as he slapped her across the face. "Rian can't save you; he's dead!" Cassadee stared in shock at his words. Tears instantly formed in her eyes from both the news and the slap. She looked over at her iPhone and tried to reach for it but the man snatched it up and flung it out the back of the boat. The twenty-four year old singer was helpless as he continued staring at him, wondering if he was bluffing at her boyfriend's death. "What do you want from me?" she asked while hyperventilating. "What the fuck do you think!?" he yelled. "I didn't bring any money," she stammered. "You can have my diamond ring, take it!" "You naïve little cunt," he snapped. "I don't want your money or your diamonds." "Then what?' she asked. The man reached forward, taking her denim skirt in his hand and pulling it down her legs. "I want that pussy of yours," he said as the skirt slipped off. "No!" she screamed. "HELP!" The man jumped onto Cassadee and got in her face. "No one can save you now," he said before spitting in her face. "You are our property now...until we get to Mexico. Whether the drug cartel wants to make you a prostitute or decapitate you is none of my concern." The man grabbed the collar of her shirt and roughly tore it open, exposing her lacy white bra to the man. The conservative girl was now left only in her underwear with a man she did not know. She was further embarrassed that she had sexy lingerie on instead of her regular cotton panties and underwire bra. Cassadee was bawling out tears as the lacy underwear was ripped to shreds. In no time, she was naked except for the tattered remains of the clothes. Without pulling the shredded covering off of her, the man pulled his cock out of his pants and shoved all seven inches into her dry pussy. He held her head steady, forcing her to look up at him as he roughly slammed his hips down on hers. "Please stop," she sobbed as she looked at her rapist's dead stare. "No," he said before spitting in her face again. The man reached under his body and violently pinched the crying girl's nipples, causing her to shriek. Cassadee tried to push him away with all of her strength but was just too weak compared to the man. The woman was completely powerless and, to the man, completely worthless. He started laughing as tears flowed out of her bloodshot eyes, onto the sheets below. He did not care one bit about Cassadee. To him, she was simply a fucktoy. After a minute, Cassadee knew that fighting him was useless. He was too strong and too determined to rape her but she was not about to give up. She continued to try to push and kick him away, which only fueled his determination to torture her. He pulled out of her pussy and flipped her over. He grabbed her hips and lifted her to her knees. Bending her back as far as it could go; he plunged his cock back into her cunt and continued the raping. Cassadee screamed as the pressure on her back was unbearably painful. He was putting as much force as he could down onto her, each thrust bending her spine more and more. She thought her backbone would snap at any second. She was clawing at the bed to try and crawl away but could not do it. She was stuck. The man continued to rape her for another minute or two before he pulled out of her wet pussy and pulled her flat. He knelt down on her lower back, only adding to the pain, and jerked himself off. After a few seconds, his cock erupted in her auburn colored hair, leaving massive white streaks behind. She buried her face in the mattress and loudly sobbed as she felt the warm strings of cum land on her. "Pathetic cunt!" he yelled as he pulled his pants back on and left the room. Cassadee lay motionless as the reality set in. This was not a dream or a joke, she had just been brutally raped and, with no reason to doubt the men, knew that the love of her life was dead. She continued to cry hard into the sheets of the bed when she heard a different man's voice. "My turn!" he said. Cassadee slowly raised her head and saw the man, already with his pants down and his eight inch cock in hand. She buried her face back in the mattress and waited. As he knelt on the bed, she kicked back and hit him directly in the nutsack. The man howled in pain as the girl rose to her feet and kicked him in the ass. She turned around to run but her first rapist was waiting. He grabbed her by the wrists and tackled her to the bed. The man flipped Cassadee on her stomach and sat on her back. He roughly twisted her wrists around and pushed them down between her shoulder blades. "Make her suffer!" he yelled to the other man, who was back on his feet. "Go in dry!" Cassadee tried to squirm away but was completely subdued. She felt her ass cheeks spread and the warm, mushy head of the man's cock press against her asshole. Never in her twenty-four years had she ever or even ever wanted to have anal sex but today, she had no choice. With no lubrication, the man roughly pushed his cock into her puckered hole. She shot her head up and howled as loud as she could. "Ahh! Take it out, take it out!" she cried on deaf ears. The man needed some work to get his cock in her dry asshole but after a minute, all eight inches of his sex were fit snuggly inside her. Cassadee never stopped begging for him to pull out, even if it was to no use. The man on her grabbed her by her cum stained her and pulled her head back as far as it could go until he looked her in the eyes. Once again, he spit in her face. Cassadee's ass was violently raped as she begged for mercy. Her screams never died down and she continued to try and fight her way out from under the men, despite the fact that even if she got free, there was nowhere to run. The boat was already a few miles off shore and on a direct path to Mexico. She was not a terrible swimmer but definitely not a good enough one to swim miles at a time, however at this point she preferred a watery grave to the violent ass rape she was experiencing. She wished that they would just kill her but knew that they were enjoying themselves too much. The vicious rape continued for several minutes. Cassadee could not see it but knew that blood had to have given lubrication as his cock was sliding in much easier than earlier. Her ass had gaped open enough as well to reduce some of the pain, but not all of it. The man slapped her pasty white cheeks over and over again as his cock continued to prod her raw hole. He had a cheesy grin on his face as he thrusted in and out of her, salivating at the sounds of her distress. After another minute or so, he pulled out and walked over to her face. "Ever taste a bloody, shit-stained cock?" he asked her. The man started to laugh at the look of udder disgust in the girl's face. Her eyes lowered and saw his cock with a bit of dried blood on it. Even two feet from her, she could smell the shit residue that was left over. The man on her back grabbed her by the hair and jerked her wrists, causing her to scream. Before she could close her mouth, the disgusting cock went inside, dragging against her tongue before sliding down her throat. Cassadee struggled madly to avoid vomiting around his manhood. The man grasped her skull and started to thrust his hips against her face. She closed her eyes as his pubic hair began to rub tightly against her skin, only adding to the urge to vomit. Luckily for her, he was already close to his climax, so her oral suffering only lasted for about a minute. The man pulled out of her mouth just in time to paint her lightly freckled face his own thick, white semen. She shut every orifice, trying to avoid catching a taste or eyeful. The man on her back again jerked her wrist, causing her to wince and open her mouth. She immediately spit the small wad of cum that landed on her lips out. Once he was finished, he wiped his messy cock in her auburn hair and, like the other man had done several time, spit in her cum-coated face. Over the next six hours, the men took turns raping Cassadee both below and on deck. While one would control the boat, the other would be balls-deep in one of the young woman's three holes. She kept looking for an opportunity to jump off of the boat and escape to her death but the men were too smart for her. They knew that she wanted to escape so they never let her go. She was covered from head to toe in a thick, white glaze as she lay in the cool night air. As the men were about a mile and a half off of the Mexican shore, the boat ran out of fuel and was stranded. The men looked at each other before looking at Cassadee. "We can't carry her to the shore," the first man said. "You're right," he said as he grabbed a rope and tied it to the front of the boat. "Grab the whore." The man carried Cassadee's defeated body to the front of the boat as they tied the rope to her feet. They tied another rope around her wrists and tied her to a side rail. "She ain't going anywhere," the man said. "If she drifts to shore, she will be Mexico's property...if the boat floats the other way... there won't be a `Cassadee' anymore." Both of the men spit in Cassadee's face one last time before they jumped overboard and began their swim to shore. Cassadee, still dressed in the shards of her lingerie and t-shirt, stared up at the night sky and saw storm clouds beginning to form above her. She remembered watching the news the previous morning and learned of a category four hurricane heading towards Mexico. Cassadee Pope knew that she would never see the sky again as the wind began to pick up. The End.