"Raping Amanda Bynes and Avril Lavigne"


Copyright Dave Haugen 2002


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Chapter 1
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Comfy?  Good.  Allow me to introduce myself.  I'm Mike 
Smith and this is my story.  To start, I've got five 
words for you:

"All That".  "The Amanda Show".

Yeah yeah, I know, two kids shows that used to air on 
Nickelodeon.  Made for kids, viewed by kids.  Well, with 
the exception of myself and about 50,000 other warm-
blooded adult male viewers in the American population.

Why did I waste an hour each day watching poorly written 
children's programs?  The same reason the other 49,999 
adult males did...

...Amanda Bynes.

Know her?  Yeah, she's the bubbly, spritely, way-too-
perky, comedic teenager that performs on those 
ridiculous shows.  Albeit painful to watch such poor 
writing, acting and directing, I became a loyal viewer 
for the five years she appeared on those shows to watch 
the young Ms. Bynes develop.

Don't know her?  Check her out on the old www.imdb.com 
movie database website.  If you like 'em young, thin and 
innocent, you'll love my little Amanda.  I'd been 
jacking off to her for years.  I'd have given up my 
eternal soul to have 24 hours with her 5 foot 8, 105 
pound body.  Some of you might not like your babes that 
skinny, but for me, it just means more tightness to plow 
through when your mattress-mashing 'em.

Being a resident of Los Angeles, I used to hang around 
the Chevy Chase Theatre now and then hoping to catch a 
glimpse of this little hottie after her shows.  I took 
the monotonously dull Nickelodeon backstage tour umpteen 
times, with no luck.  Finally, I did manage to spot 
Amanda on two occasions but she was surrounded by goony 
bodyguards in black suits, and was ushered into a limo 
so fast, I didn't have a chance to get a more upclose 
and person glimpse.

Then what happened to this little starlet's career?  At 
the ripe age of 16, Amanda landed a starring role on a 
new sitcom on the Warner Brothers Network called "What I 
Like About You".  Her co-star ended up being 30 year old 
Jennie Garth, the blonde bimbo from TV's most famous 
teenage-trash, "Beverly Hills 90210".  A great career 
move.  Well for me, not her.

It just so happened that Steve Johnson, one of my best 
friends of all time, had been working at Warner Brothers 
for over ten years as a corporate lawyer.  He had the 
expensive corporate car, the great office and basically 
free reign throughout the studio lot and the executive 
offices.  Steve had it made.  And thanks to Steve, so 
would I.

You see, I explained Amanda's career moves to Steve, 
knowing that he shared my passion for chicks like Ms. 
Bynes as well.  Together, over several months, the two 
of us hatched up a plan...to kidnap the young Amanda 
Bynes and her mentor, the gorgeous Jennie Garth, all for 
ourselves!

Steve had some great opportunities to set up a 
kidnapping, and that he did.  I'll spare you all the 
details; basically my job was to wait inside my Passat 
at a predetermined location until Steve dropped off the 
chloroformed and bound girls to me.  Right on schedule, 
about 9 pm, Steve drove up and handed me the two limp 
bodies that were effectively roped, duct taped, gagged 
and hooded.  I knew he had to head back to the studio 
asap, as he was going to finish off his last two days at 
work before his preplanned vacation time kicked in.  In 
the meantime, I would be heading off to my private 
bungalow near Yuma, where Steve would meet up with me 
later.

Man, my cock was aching already just knowing that those 
two sluts were in the backseat, out cold and unaware of 
the fun time they were about to go through with Steve 
and I.  I knew this five hour drive to Yuma was going to 
seem like forever.  And it did.  I felt like a kid who 
couldn't sleep on Christmas Eve knowing that he still 
had hours to go before he could jump out of bed and tear 
into his present-stash.  But I knew it would all be 
worth it.

Imagine, Amanda Bynes and Jennie Garth all to myself!  
Butterflies flew through my stomach just thinking about 
it.  Oh man, the filthy things I was going to do to 
those two young actresses.  And the filthy things they 
were going to do to each other!  Shit!

About two hours out of San Diego, Interstate 8 was 
becoming completely barren, but I kept to the speed 
limit, not wanting to do anything to draw any 
suspicions. I filled my tank around El Centro, without 
any problems, and began my final journey.  Man, I was 
psyched!  In just over an hour I would be feasting my 
eyes on my masturbatory goddess, Amanda Bynes.  Life was 
soooooooo good!  This was going to be worth all the 
risks, I just knew it.  Life was for the taking, and I 
was fulfilling a major dream here.  How many people can 
successfully say that?

Pulling into the secluded driveway of my bungalow, I got 
out of the car and stepped into the humid night air.  
Hotter than hell.  Thank God for air conditioning, I 
thought as I opened the back door to take my little 
goodies out.  Still sound asleep, nary a peep.  This had 
been easier than I thought!

Taking out the first body, I had fun guessing if this 
package was Amanda or the other one.  The truth was, I 
had been dying to get into Amanda's pants for years, 
Jennie Garth was simply a bonus.  I knew that even while 
I was fucking her, I'd still be thinking of Amanda!

I carried both bodies into my house and placed them 
gently on my bedroom's king size bed.  My Mastiff Duke 
was happy to see me, it had been almost a week.  My next 
door neighbor Craig had been looking after good ol' Duke 
for me while I was away.  Duke lived with me in L.A., 
but I had dropped him off here.  He would have been way 
too irritating being in the car with me during my girl-
run.  So Duke and I were reunited, and I checked to make 
sure that Craig had left my house key in the mailbox.  
Yep, good old Craig.  He wouldn't be bothering me at all 
in the next little while as he had left for some 
European vacation this morning.  Everything was set!  
Christmas morning had finally arrived!

I poured myself a shot of port and headed into the 
bedroom where my two victims lay motionlessly.  Even 
through all the garb, they looked fantastic.  I could 
see an elbow here, and a belly there, and I decided that 
it was time to unwrap the packages.

Starting with the one I guessed to be Amanda, I began 
peeling away the duct tape, ropes and burlap sacks 
around her.  Sure enough, it was her!  As I stared into 
the angelic face of Amanda Bynes below me, a rush of 
adrenaline soared through my bloodstream.  I felt more 
alive now than I ever had before!  She looked every bit 
as angelic and pure as she had on those countless reruns 
of "The Amanda Show" that I had watched.  I couldn't 
wait to give her a Hillbilly moment of my own.  Knock 
knock...who's there...8 inch cock...I'm gonna slam into 
your tight cunt with my 8 inch cock.  For those of you 
who missed the reference, my appologies, but all that 
mattered to me was that she would get it.

Fuck, Amanda Bynes looked hot!  She was wearing a tight 
lime green tshirt with three turquoise blue flowers on 
the front of them.  It exposed her completely flat, 
white teenaged belly.  Man, for living in L.A. her whole 
life, this girl sure didn't tan well.  She was white 
like porcelain.  Down below, she was wearing those 
slutty hiphugger Gap jeans girls love to wear, white 
socks and a pair of light grey and white Keds.  Jesus 
Christ, I was practically drooling!  I decided to take a 
peek and see what kind of underwear a teen starlet would 
wear.  You won't believe this, but I was so fucking 
excited that my fucking hands were trembling as I 
unbuttoned and unzipped Amanda's jeans.  I chuckled 
aloud to myself.  I was living that great feeling of 
finally being able to do something you had always 
dreamed of.  Once the zipper hit bottom, I could see 
that the lucky bit of fabric was simply cotton...blue 
cotton brief panties.  Oh well, what was I expecting, a 
bright pink thong?  Cotton panties worked for me!

Leaving Amanda momentarily was fucking hard.  But I 
willed myself to unwrap slut number 2.  Starting from 
the feet and working my way up, I began unravelling Ms. 
Garth, only to find myself stopping in shock at the neck 
area.  What the fuck?????  Dark brown hair???  Jennie 
was and always had been a natural blonde!  I was thrown 
for a loop and found that I had pulled back to think for 
a moment.  I couldn't yet see a face with the hood over 
it, but my gut was telling me that this wasn't Jennie!

Pulling off the hood gave me the biggest shock of my 
life.  It wasn't Jennie after all.  It took a few 
seconds to register before it finally clicked in just 
who the hell I was staring at...

...Jesus H. Christ, this was fucking pop-rock star Avril 
Lavigne!!!

Staring at the girl in front of me a little more closely 
made me realize that this was indeed pop-singer Avril 
Lavigne!  I fucking hated her lame-ass irritating pop 
ditties she had written like "Sk8er Boy" and 
"Complicated".  Every time they would come up on the 
radio, I would shut them off asap.  That was until I had 
caught a glimpse of one of her videos.  Okay, I admit, 
seeing her tiny 5 foot 3 petite frame prance around 
changed my thoughts about her quickly.  She actually 
reminded me a lot of Amanda Bynes, in looks anyway.  
Attitude wise, Avril would have been Amanda's complete 
opposite.  Where I would guess Amanda to be sweet, 
affectionate and giddy, Avril would be cold, arrogant 
and bitchy.  Jesus, was I going to have fun finding out 
these two chicks' real personalities!

Leaving both Amanda and Avril dressed as they were, I 
sat them up individually into two armless kitchen 
chairs, tying up their wrists in front of them and their 
ankles spread apart to the legs of the chairs.  I spaced 
them about six feet apart, but facing each other so that 
when they I brought them out of lala land, they would 
quickly get to see each other's predicament.  It took 
every ounce of strength that I possessed not to start 
molesting both girls right away.  No, I had all the time 
in the world, and I was going to take my time and do 
this my way!

It took about an hour to bring in the mountain of 
groceries I had prebought from my trunk into the house, 
to get everything put away, and to prepare a few 
"things" for the night ahead of me.  I thought about 
what the hell happened at Warner Brothers for Steve to 
have substituted Avril in for Jennie.  Not that I cared, 
after all, Jennie at practically my age wasn't my kink, 
but Avril....this was too good to be true.  Thankfully, 
true it was.

Finally, it was fun time!  I walked over to Avril with a 
capsule of smelling salts in my fingers, and I brushed 
it under her upturned little nose, causing an immediate 
reaction.  Avril's head jumped up and her eyes groggily 
opened, but only for a quick moment, as her tired head 
slumped back down, and she slowly began to regain 
consciousness.  I repeated the process with Amanda, then 
hid in my darkened attached bathroom from which I would 
be able to watch the two of them for a while without 
them knowing I was even here.  I had to adjust my jeans 
as my cock was threatening to bust through them.  I was 
more aroused than I had been in my entire life.  Thank 
God I had been saving my sperm for almost a week now.  
This release was going to be good!

I watched quietly as Avril was the first to wake up.  It 
took her a few minutes to shake the proverbial cobwebs 
out of her head before she regained full consciousness.  
Well, it didn't take little miss rock star much time at 
all to realize her predicament.  Pretty 'complicated' 
huh bitch?, I thought to myself evilly.

"What...what the...what the fuck..." said Avril as she 
looked around, realizing she had been immobilized.  
Since moving around didn't seem to loosen her bonds, she 
focused her attentions across from her at Amanda who was 
just beginning to wake up.

"Amanda!  AMANDA!!!  Wake the fuck up!!!!" Avril 
shouted.  What a bitch, I thought, this girl was just 
barely 18, and she had a filthy potty mouth.  She needed 
her mouth washed out with soap.  But then, I had better 
ideas of things that would be going in there.

"AMANDA!!  Look at me!  Open your eyes!"

Amanda's head jumped at Avril's loud piercingly shrill 
voice.  That girl had a set of lungs on her alright.  
Thank God I had the foresight to have constructed this 
room properly.  Perfectly ventilated yet perfectly sound 
proofed.  Anything that went on in this locked bedroom 
was certainly going to go unnoticed from the outside.

"Amanda you have to wake up!!!  Look at where we are!" 
shouted Avril frantically as Amanda did finally open her 
eyes and began to gain full consciousness.  When she 
started to speak, her angelic, high-pitched voice was so 
sweet and adorable, it made me want to cum in my shorts.  
Well actually hers.  I listened to and observed the 
girls with great interest.

"Where...where am I....mom...dad???" said Amanda as she 
began to realize that her mom and dad were certainly not 
wherever she was.  Amanda licked her dry lips and stared 
back at Avril.  Her eyes totally gave away the instant 
recognition that they were in a bad bad situation.  Very 
bad.

"Oh my God, Avril, where are we?" asked Amanda as she 
looked at her friend's tied up position that mirrored 
her own.  She was clearly very worried, but I noticed 
that Avril seemed too pissed off to be worried.  That 
pissed ME off.  That little slut probably thought that 
nothing bad could ever happen to her...some big time 
rock star from small town Canada.  I knew I was going to 
have lots of fun changing that snotty attitude.  I'd be 
Full Metal Jacketing little Miss Lavigne in no time!

"How the fuck do I know??  The last thing I remember is 
that someone put some fucking cloth in my face and 
now...fuck!!!!" complained Avril.

"Oh God no, this can't be happening, no, no, no!!!" 
cried Amanda as a tear came to her eye.  Aw, poor thing.  
Well, that's what you get for choosing to be a celebrity 
and for making more money than most of us could ever 
dream about making, for doing such easy work, and all 
before the age of 16!  Miss Bynes was going to have to 
learn that there was a price for indulgence.

"Amanda, shut the fuck up!  Don't you start crying!  We 
have to get out of these fucking chairs!"  Avril was 
really pulling and tugging on her rope bonds, to no 
avail of course, but it looked sexy for me anyway, so it 
did actually serve a purpose.

"I...I can't, I'm all tied up!" said Amanda, who wasn't 
struggling as hard as Avril's determined body was.

"No shit!!!  Fuck, I can't get my hands free, it's too 
fucking tight!"  That did it!  Time to make my opening 
appearance!

"That's not the only thing that's fucking tight Avril." 
I said as I emerged from the dark bathroom.

Their expressions were priceless!  Amanda's eyes nearly 
popped out of her head as she stared at me in horror, 
her eyes and mouth gaping open like Penelope Taint's 
over her Amanda website.  Avril's eyes were more of 
hate, not fear.  That fascinated me.  This girl really 
was fearless and clueless to what her situation was.  
Time for some enlightenment, I thought.

"Who the fuck are you?  Get this fucking rope off me or 
I'll scream, asshole!" said Avril in the bitchiest tone 
you could possibly imagine.  Amanda just kept repeating 
the word "no" over and over and over again as she stared 
at me continuously, without once removing her eyes off 
of me, as if I would attack her if she did.

Ignoring Avril's ridiculous threats, I turned to Amanda, 
and used the most gentle sincere voice I could possibly 
have uttered.  "Hello Amanda, my name's Mike.  I've been 
a huge fan of yours for years.  It's a pleasure meeting 
you."

I think my voice put her at ease.  She was sniffling a 
bit, but she completely stopped crying, and was looking 
at me as if I was a total enigma.  Avril on the other 
hand, continued her verbal rampage.

"Untie us now fuckface!!!  You're pissing me..."

Avril didn't quite have the chance to finish off her 
sentence as the palm of my hand had instinctively found 
the side of her cheek.

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!  I slapped Miss Lavigne hard, hard 
enough to send her face turning to the right side of her 
body, and to leave a nice red stinging palm print on her 
delicate little cheek.  Expecting tears, I was surprised 
when she simply shot her face back in my direction like 
an elastic band.  Wow, if looks could kill, I'd be dead.  
Dead ten times over!  She pointed her hate-filled glare 
directly at me as if to say, who the fuck do you think 
you are hitting ME, ME of all people, ME!!!!

God she looked sexy, with her messed up hair, all over 
the place, covering half her face, and sticking to her 
chin where the dried up drool remained.  And of course, 
a glowing cheek.

"Man Avril, you can be a real bitch." I said matter-of-
factly, waiting for her reaction.  Avril simply huffed 
and puffed and continued to glare imaginary daggers into 
my skull.

"Chill out, whatcha yelling for?" I mocked, throwing 
some of her own lyrics her way.  That seemed to piss her 
off somewhat.  Hmm.

"You motherfucking faggot!" Avril blurted out.  Very 
brave.  I turned to Amanda, who was now staring at Avril 
in shock as though she was insane to even dream of 
speaking to me like that.  She quickly turned back to me 
with fear in her eyes, noticing that my attentions had 
returned to her.

"Now Amanda, you would never call me dirty names like 
that, would you?" I asked politely.  Amanda didn't 
verbally reply, she just shook her little airhead back 
and forth quickly in a quick series of noooooooos.  
"Atta girl.  That's because you're not a fucking bitch-
slut like Avril over there.  Say that Amanda, tell Avril 
she's a fucking bitch-slut."

"Fuck you!" Avril blurted out again.  Ignoring her 
completely, I waited to see what Amanda would do.  
Amanda's reaction suggested that maybe she wasn't as 
airheaded as the ditzy characters she was so good at 
portraying.

"She's....she's a f...f...fucking bitch-slut." said 
Amanda fearfully yet submissively.  Hmmm, this girl 
wants to behave.  Compliance is a good thing, especially 
this early in the game.  I knew I was going to have a 
great time playing these two little cunts off of each 
other.

"Don't say it to me Amanda dear, tell Avril to her 
face." I suggested.  Amanda paused, not sure what to do.  
I'm positive that it was difficult for her to even say 
the f word outloud, let alone direct it towards this 
tied up girl across from her.  Yet, Amanda showed 
perfect compliancy again by telling Avril what she was.  
Of course, it wasn't sincere, but she said it.  Score 
one for Amanda.

"Good girl.  I quickly spun around and caught Avril off 
guard by grabbing the back of her head by her long 
flowing hair and pulling back, making her gaping mouth 
point up to the ceiling.  My voice did a 180 from my 
soft approach with Amanda to what I now threw Avril's 
way.

"Did you hear that slut??  Amanda thinks you're a 
fucking bitch-slut.  Do you agree?  Huh???"  I 
emphasized the word huh with a sharp tug backwards.  I 
could see Avril's chest heaving quickly with fright as 
she was starting to realize that I meant business.

"Yes!  Yes!" Avril gasped.

"Yes what??"  Another tug back.

"Yes I am!"

"Yes you are what?  Tell me cunt!!!"

"I'm a...a........FUCK YOU!!!!"

This girl had spunk alright.  I was beginning to see 
that she wasn't quite taking me seriously.  I yanked her 
hair back for a third time, and taking advantage of her 
mouth gaping open, I horked a huge gob of spit into her 
mouth and then let her head go.  The way Avril reacted 
to that, you would think I just shot battery acid into 
her mouth.  She spit my own saliva out of her mouth and 
began shaking her head back and forth in complete anger.

"You FUCKING motherfucking piece of SHIT bastard!!" 
Avril bellowed out.  My laughing at her reaction seemed 
to piss her off even more.  Amanda just watched the 
proceedings in fear.

"You seriously need to learn a few manners Avril." I 
said as I continued to laugh.  Amanda closed her eyes as 
I walked past her and into the bathroom, while Avril 
continued to shower me with her colorful vocabulary.  
She clammed up quite quickly when I walked back into the 
light holding a sixteen inch leather flogger.  She 
obviously knew what this thing was.  Maybe this young 
rocker chick had an introduction to S&M already.  It 
really didn't matter, I would reeducate her if that was 
the case.

Walking right up to her, I gave Avril three sharp slaps 
with the flogger directly over her jean covered thighs.  
The sound that emanated from that was a loud slapping 
sound, but the odd thing was that with each blow, it was 
Amanda's voice that gasped out.  Avril simply bit her 
lip, and closed her eyes.  Now, I knew that with her 
jeans in the way, a dull stinging sensation was all she 
would really be able to feel, but her bravery in not 
yelling or crying out was fascinating.  Cracking this 
bitch's shield was going to fun, although I still 
guessed relatively easy.

"Now cunt.  Tell me again what you are.  You didn't say 
it last time."

"FUCK YOU GEEK!!!!!" was her reply.

Geek.  Hmm.  Interesting choice of words.  I'm 31, 6 
foot 2 tall, 195 pounds, in good shape, fairly 
attractive, and with a good physique.  Interesting.

"Geek huh?"  I walked behind Avril and undid her hands.  
She brought them up to the front of her, and began to 
rub them one at a time, to help bring some sensation 
back to them.  I walked back in front of her without 
blocking Amanda's view, and I looked down upon her, 
wanting her to strike out at me with her hands.  She 
didn't though.

"Take off your tshirt Miss Lavigne." I asked coldly.  No 
response.  Nothing.  Thus, three more hard whacks across 
her thighs with the flogger.

CRACCKKKKKK!!  WHAACCKKKKKK!!  THWIIPPPPPPP!!

This time, a small whimper came out of Avril's pouty 
lips on the last two of my hits.  I knew she was feeling 
that a little more deeply than the first three.

"Take off your tshirt Miss Lavigne." I repeated in the 
same monotone coldness.  Again, no response.  But she 
was trembling.  She knew what was coming, but she was 
trying as hard as she could to be noncompliant.  God 
bless her.  It was so much fun this way, knowing I would 
eventually get what I wanted.

CRACCKKKKKK!!  WHAACCKKKKKK!!  THWIIPPPPPPP!!

Three loud moans came from Avril this time.  She leant 
forward, and I knew she was starting to feel a nice 
warmth in her thighs.

"I can do this all night.  Take off your tshirt Miss 
Lavigne." I repeated.  Then, suddenly, out of the 
blue....the words: "I'm a fucking bitch-slut." came out 
of her mouth!

CRACCKKKKKK!!  WHAACCKKKKKK!!  THWIIPPPPPPP!!

"FUCK YOU!!!! I said it you MOTHERFUCKER!!!!" Avril 
shouted at me.

"I told you to take off your shirt Miss Lavigne.  You 
have one more chance or you'll get 50 lashes.  You have 
three seconds to decide."

Before I could even lift my wrist up to stare at my 
watch, she started pulling off her tshirt.

"Alright!!!!  I'm doing it!!!!" she said with her 
familiar bitchy tone.  But hey, she was following orders 
now.  Amazing what a little pain will do.  And that was 
just a little pain, little did she know it would only be 
the tip of her iceberg.

I watched as the white tshirt she was wearing came up 
and over her head.  Avril put down her arms and held the 
tshirt in her lap.  My cock was telling me to let it out 
NOW as I stared at her cute little white bra preventing 
me from seeing her tits.  Well her bra and that silly 
necktie that hung from her neck.  What the hell was up 
with that??

"Very nice jugs you got there Avril.  34B??  Just a 
guess." I said, attempting to humiliate her at a minor 
level for starters.  I could tell she wanted to 
retaliate but she angrily subsided and sat motionless, 
staring ahead at nothing in particular.  I turned back 
to Amanda, who had been watching the proceedings in a 
shocked silence.  She jumped when I regained eye contact 
with her.  Fuck me, she was adorable!!!  It was Avril I 
wanted to hurt and torture, but it was Amanda I simply 
wanted to eat out, suck and fuck!

"Ok Amanda, since Avril won't tell me her bra size, 
please tell me yours."  The whip in my hands was 
probably good incentive because she didn't hesitate for 
a second.

"32A!!!" she sputtered quickly.

"Hmmm, you just have little titties.  And you're not 
that much younger than skater girl over here.  I think 
Avril's jugs are disgusting, don't you Amanda?"

"Yes!" said Amanda all too easily.

"You're right.  We need to punish them for being 34Bs.  
Avril, take off your bra now."

You would think she would just do it, but Miss Lavigne 
wasn't going to make this easy on either of us.

"Go to hell." she said in a quiet almost inaudible 
voice.

"No huh?  Fine.  Be that way." I replied as I laid two 
good cracks with the flogger over her forearms and flat 
tummy.  Her arms instantly rose up in a defensive 
posture, crossing her wrists over her eyes and her 
elbows over her chest, in a protective move.

"You should know by now cunt that we can do this the 
easy way or the hard way.  Do you want to take it off, 
or do you want me to do it for you?  If you let me do 
it, I won't be responsible for anything that I might 
touch." I warned.

I loved how pissed off Avril was.  She knew she was 
going to ultimately lose and would eventually allow me 
to do anything and everything I wanted to do anyway.  It 
was so interesting that she kept putting up a fight.  
And wow, could I sense the hate!  If I was tied down and 
Avril was in my position, man, it would suck to be me!

Angrily, Avril muttered a few choice words as she 
reached behind her and unclipped her bra.  Her gorgeous 
tits just hung there, her eraser sized nipples pointing 
straight ahead.  They were perfect 18 year old breasts, 
totally perfect in every way.  They were so 
proportionate to her petite figure, and they filled me 
with arousal.  I was going to love hurting them!

"Nice jugs slut!  Now if only you could sing, you would 
be the perfect package!" I laughed.  In return, Avril 
glared at me.  She didn't seem to find my joke funny.

"Now, put your hands behind your head, and point your 
elbows east and west please." I requested politely.  
Remarkably, she did it.  That lifted her young breasts 
up a little, even though there really wasn't any sag to 
begin with.  I picked up her bra from the floor and put 
it around my neck, treating it like some trophy bra.

"Good girl.  Maybe you're learning after all.  
Unfortunately slut, I still have to punish you, but if 
you keep your arms exactly where they are for 20 whips 
to your 34Bs, I won't make this any worse on you.  Got 
it?"

"Why are you doing this????  Please don't, I'm sorry!" 
said Avril.  For the first time in the night, Avril 
actually sounded scared.  I think she was starting to 
realize that she was not in a position to act in the 
bitchy, arrogant, spoiled-rotten, prima-donna manner she 
was used to.  She may have been treated like a queen by 
every human being in her young life to date, but things 
were quickly going to change over the next few weeks.

"Are you feeling a little self conscious slut?  Here, 
I'll make you feel more at home."

Both girls stared at me in shock as I unzipped my jeans, 
unbuttoned my shirt, and took off every article of 
clothing on my body (with the exception of Avril's 
little jug holder over my shoulders).  My cock was as 
hard as a rock, and wagged in the air as I walked around 
both of them, making sure they got a good look at what 
they were going to get.  One would think they would have 
been horrified, but from what I noticed, they couldn't 
take their eyes off of my cock, following it the way a 
kitten's eyes follows string!  They wanted it big time!

Okay, okay, they were both horrified.  But I could 
imagine they wanted it right?

"There, that's more comfy.  My boys were kind of busting 
loose in there.  It's good to hang out.  Or should I say 
point out.  Now, who wants to get raped?"  I asked this 
question with such a nice happy inflection, that I 
thought someone might have answered.  And then, someone 
did.  Amanda!

"No no no no no!!!!" she cried, "Don't rape me, I'm a 
virgin!  Please no!!"

I started stroking my cock as I listened to Amanda's 
pleas.  "A virgin huh?  Well that rules you out."  I 
turned towards Avril again.  "Everyone knows you 
probably suck and fuck everything that moves, so it 
looks like it's you and me."

"NOOOO!!!!!  I'm a virgin too!!" blurted out Avril 
generously. I knew she was anyway.  I believed her.  The 
tough girl image in her videos didn't fool me.  She was 
the type of girl that wouldn't dare let a man touch her, 
as though she was all that.  Well, she was all that, any 
man would go for a body like she had, but good luck 
getting her to let them.  Avril was a cock-tease pure 
and simple.

But not for long....

"You?  A virgin??  Yeah right slut.  I'll betcha 
anything you've got your drummer's sperm soaking up your 
twat right now."

I could see Avril chomping at the bit to defend her 
image but instead, she kept quiet, and kept her hands 
behind her head.  She looked so adorable like that, and 
her nipples were not softening.  I liked that.

"Now, if you want to keep me out of your cunt, cunt, all 
you have to do is sit there and take these 20 jug whips.  
Got it?  If you drop your arms once, JUST ONCE, I am 
going to untie you, throw you on the bed and fill you up 
with so much sperm, you'll never wash me out of you, got 
it SLUT??" I asked sharply.

"Yes, yes, anything, just please don't rape me!" Avril 
replied.

"Good.  Now Amanda, I want you involved in this too.  I 
want you to count each hit with a number.  If you 
forget, I'm going to have to start all over again, and I 
don't think Avril is going to like that.  Understand 
sweetie?"

Amanda nodded.  What a good girl.  I turned back to 
Avril, who looked so slutty sitting there without 
anything on her upperbody but her tie hanging down 
between her beautiful tits.  I made eye contact with her 
and smiled defiantly as if to say 'nyahhh nyahhh, I 
win!"  God, she hated me.  I've never had anyone stare 
at me like that before.  Total, pure unadulterated hate.  
It seemed like a good time for some total, pure, 
unadulterated tit flogging.

My flogger was 16 inches long with 12 strands of 
leather.  Perfect for turning chests red without doing 
any real damage.  It would hurt like hell I'm sure.  
What did I know, I didn't have milk glands in me thank 
God.

SMACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Amanda cried out the number "one" in distress as I laid 
into Avril's tits, causing them to jiggle a bit.  Avril 
screamed out loudly, piercing my ear drums, and a series 
of pink stripes began to magically appear over her 
tender skin.

"You motherfucker, that hurts!!!!!  Oh God please 
don't!!"

"Duhhhhhhhh!!!" I mocked, "Can you make it anymore 
obvious???"

THHHWWWAAACCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Amanda cried out the number "two", and Avril just plain 
cried out.  That must really hurt like hell I thought, 
watching more lines crisscrossing the ones from before 
over Avril's tits.  Her breasts looked like a road map.  
Avril's shouting was really pissing me off, so I reached 
down and began to cram the hanging tie into her mouth 
until the end was completely shoved in, still attached 
around her neck.

"That ought to shut that fucking voice up, fuck me 
that's annoying!!  That's worse than that howling you 
call singing!" I commented as Avril closed her eyes, 
unable to take any more humiliation without being able 
to retaliate.

CRRRRAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What a great sound!!!  An even better sound was silence, 
in the absence of Amanda forgetting to count.  I think 
Avril realized it before I did, as she turned her wild 
eyes back and forth from me to Amanda.  I almost broke 
out in laughter when Avril spit out the tie from her 
mouth and started yelling at poor Amanda!

"Say three Amanda!!!  Don't forget to count damnit!!!"

Instantly I slammed the whip down three more times into 
Avril's stinging tits, causing her to start crying.

"Don't you EVER EVER EVER yell at Amanda like that you 
FUCKING DYKE or I'll FUCKING GO MIDEIVAL on you!!!!" I 
shouted out at her at the top of my lungs.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!!!" Avril 
repeated, her will slowly starting to break.

I rushed over to my sex toy chest and pulled out a pair 
of clover nipple clamps and applied them to her pointed 
nipples.  Avril shrieked out in pain as the clamps 
squished themselves mercilessly into her blood filled 
sensitive nipples.

"Now, we're going to start again, and this time I want 
you to show some respect!  I want you to thank Amanda 
for counting for you at each hit.  If you don't, I'll 
fucking change 20 to 100 and cram a fucking fist up your 
cunt while I do it!!  Don't think I fucking won't!!"  
The power of yelling at someone like this was a great 
rush!  To see the previously tough and arrogant Avril 
Lavigne now reduced to a crying whimpering sex toy was 
just too much to bear.  Precum was leaking out of the 
tip of my cock and it felt as though I was going to cum 
just from standing there!

"Now get your arms back up!" I said as her arms had 
instantly collapsed to hold her tits after those three 
sharp blows.  Turning back to Amanda, I again sweetened 
my voice for her, to reward her for her compliance.  
Amanda was visibly shaken from watching Avril suffering 
so much, but I know that deep down inside she was 
grateful that she wasn't in Avril's place.

Once Avril returned her arms back up, she bit her lip, 
still crying, and remained motionless.  I loved staring 
at the clamps jutting out from her tits, pointing 
slightly downwards from gravity pulling them there.  
They would make such perfect targets for my whip.  I 
wondered if they would come up if I whipped them hard 
enough?  I decided I would have to test out my 
hypothesis like a good scientist would.  Start off 
softly, and end up accelerating each hit.

SPLLAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"ONE!!!" said Amanda quite loudly, as though she was 
making up for her first boo-boo.  Avril didn't really 
care as she only moaned as the whip made contact with 
her breasts.  The clamps bobbled up and down for several 
seconds before returning to their static position of 
hanging slightly downwards.  Man that was an erotic 
sight to behold.

"Thank you Amanda......"

SWIIISSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"TWO!" said Amanda as Avril started shaking her head 
back and forth, sending her hair flying in all 
directions, as she barely succeeded in keeping her arms 
away from her sore little jugs.  They must really be 
smarting now, I thought, watching them turning a deeper 
and deeper shade of pink with each hit.

"Thank you Amanda.............."

CRAAACCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"THREE!" said Amanda.  Avril yelled out the word "Fuck" 
but she maintained her arms in their position.

"Thank you Amanda!!!!!!!"

WWWHHHHAAACCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"FOUR!"

"Jesus fuck son of a bitch fuck thank you Amanda!!!"

I laughed, I couldn't help myself any longer.

SPLLLLALATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"FIVE"

"THANKYOUAMANDA!!!!!!"  This time Avril just ran the 
words together, focusing on the sharp pains that were 
emanating from her chest.  The nipple clamps were 
staying put on her nipples, despite the fact that they 
were getting whipped as badly as Avril was.  She was in 
a constant state of movement, and the clamps were 
erotically bouncing every which way as her body tried 
its hardest to endure the pain.  I just knew she wasn't 
going to make it up to 20.  Fine with me because I 
needed to rape this slut NOW!!!!!!!!  I decided to whip 
her extra hard this time....

WHAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!

"FUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled Avril 
loudly before Amanda even had a chance to count.  
Avril's hands flew down and started massaging her 
painfully sore boobs in an inevitable failing attempt to 
somehow, ANYHOW, relieve the terrible pain she was 
feeling.

"Oh God, no more!!!!  You're KILLING me!!!!!!  No 
more!!!" begged and pleaded Avril pathetically.  I loved 
it.

"Ok slut that's it, I WARNED YOU!!!"

"Please NOOOO!!" squealed Avril as I untied her legs 
from the chair and dragged her body easily to the bed.  
She bucked and squirmed, but didn't put up the fight I 
expected a tough skater girl like this to put up.  It 
was all too easy to handcuff her hands together and 
around one of the headboard posts at the head of the 
bed.

I could hear Amanda sobbing behind us, but I knew she 
was also watching me climb onto the bed to yank off 
Avril's jeans and socks.  I left her in her panties as 
she writhed and wiggled on the bed, messing up the 
covers, and crying out in pain.  Maybe the twisting of 
the clover nipple clamps that I was doing with my 
fingers was part of the reason for her increased cries.

"YOU'RE HURTING ME!!!!!!! DON'T DO THIS PLEASE!!!!!!!" 
Avril begged over and over as I knelt in between her 
legs and started to rub my massively throbbing cock up 
and down over her little green panties, spilling drops 
of precum into her lower tummy and the cotton fabric.

Geez, what is it with cotton panties and celebrities, I 
thought to myself.  Oh well, down to business finally!!!

As Amanda sobbed and Avril literally bawled like a baby, 
I leaned over her and pressed my almost 200 pound body 
into hers, crushing her into the mattress below us.  I 
pressed my lips into Avril's pouty red lips and 
passionately kissed her.  She tasted like orange candy 
lipstick; it drove me wild!!!!  I rubbed my crotch 
lewdly into hers, her panties serving as the only 
barrier between myself and this little rock star virgin 
that I was about to rape underneath me.

Jennie Garth who????


***PART 2 COMING SOON!!!***


Thanks to the many readers who have sent me emails about 
my stories.  Your comments, criticism and feedback are 
always welcome and appreciated.

Once again, to all authors out there, thanks for your 
great contributions.  And to all readers out there, 
hopefully you'll be inspired to contribute stuff too.  
I'm certainly not a polished writer by any means, just a 
layman trying to give a little back.  My belief is that 
even poorly written erotic literature is better than 
non-written erotic literature.  And writing this stuff 
is not only surprisingly simple, but it's also a lot of 
fun.  So keep writing out there!

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