"Raping Amanda Bynes and Avril Lavigne"


Copyright Dave Haugen 2003


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Chapter 9
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"Fuck yeah mannnnnnn...." cried out Lou as he laid in 
ecstasy.

My attentions quickly changed over to Amanda, as Calvin 
was now slowly getting her to raise her arms so she 
could take her top off.  Again, my mind began cycling 
for some idea to stop it, but things were looking pretty 
hopeless.

"Time to fuck this bitch..." said Lou as he sat up and 
pushed a squirming Avril onto her back.

"No, oh God no, please don't do this, please, you'll 
fucking kill me, please stop!!!" babbled Avril, although 
it was quite obvious that Lou was committed to the task 
at hand.

As though she were a rag doll, Lou positioned the 
squirming Avril underneath him, with her ankles pressed 
on his shoulders, her ankles brushing against his ears.  
She was completely sandwiched underneath him, and was 
screaming and struggling, expending every last bit of 
her energy in a feeble attempt to prevent the 
inevitable.  Lou was going to fuck her, as monstrous and 
shocking as it was going to be.

Every eye in the house, including Amanda's was fixated 
on Lou and Avril.  Lou's rugged thick black cock was 
completely hard now, jutting out a good eleven inches 
from his fat rolls.  It must have been three inches in 
diameter, easily.  I know Freud never intended it that 
way, but I was feeling a slight case of my own form of 
penis envy.  How any female could ever receive pleasure 
in accepting a cock that large into her body was beyond 
me.  Lou's cock simply wasn't made for fucking, he was 
made for ruining.

Avril started screaming as the massive head of Lou's 
cock started pushing up against her relatively tiny 
pussy lips.  I sure as hell didn't do a great job of 
stretching her out apparently, but I knew Lou was about 
to complete the task I had started.

Lou's cock, despite having 300 pounds of bulk behind it, 
didn't seem like it was going to be able to lodge itself 
inside Avril's cunt.  Lou started cursing profanities as 
he battered his cock against the opening, but with all 
the panic-filled squirming and wiggling going on 
underneath him, it seemed that intercourse wasn't going 
to be possible.

Keeping an eye on Amanda, I noticed that Calvin's 
undivided attention was on Avril, although his fingers 
were absentmindedly stroking inside of Amanda's 
unbuttoned, unzipped jeans.  Another flood of jealousy 
washed through me, and I was still determined to find a 
way to stop Calvin from ultimately having Amanda, 
somehow.

"Fuck this, I'm gonna need some help." said Lou as he 
pulled away from Avril temporarily.  He then asked Steve 
and I to each hold one of Avril's legs, so that he could 
have a better chance of gaining entry.

Avril kicked and pleaded with us not to hold her, but 
Steve and I both grasped her legs and held them apart, 
pushing her knees back to her underarms, presenting 
Avril's soon to be destroyed pussy and ass up towards 
Lou who was grinning from cheek to cheek, stroking his 
horse cock in his fingers.

"Okay bitch, you gonna get fucked good now.  Fuckin' 
right..." mumbled Lou as he got onto his knees and 
started to rub his huge cock all over Avril's tiny 
crotch.

"Let go of me!!!  Fuck you, you'll kill me!!!" cried 
Avril as she was effectively held down, unable to move 
any part of her body except for her arms.  Steve was 
getting pissed off at her slapping him, so he easily 
grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and pinned them 
down above Avril's head.  She was now completely 
subdued.

"Ok bitch, I'm gonna fuck you into next week!" said Lou 
as he was able to finally get just the tip of his cock 
firmly embedded inside Avril's tight pussy.  Avril's 
forehead was beaded in perspiration, and she stopped 
screaming, only making some shocked gasping noises.  I 
think she was in shock, but what happened next 
practically put Steve and I in shock.

Lou simply fell forward, his entire 300 pound flabby 
body coming crashing down on top of Amanda; his cock 
pile driving all the way inside her, stopping at about 
the seven inch mark when it reached maximum depth.  
Steve and I got the hell out of the way and released 
Avril's legs.  Lou's body slammed down so hard, that the 
entire bed frame snapped, and like some Buster Keaton 
movie, came crashing down to the floor with a loud thud.

Unfortunately for Steve, his toe was under the bed 
frame.

"FUCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!" cried out Steve as he tried 
desperately to get his foot out from between the floor 
and the bed frame.  As I rushed over to Steve's side to 
help him out, Calvin burst into sadistic laughter, 
watching Steve's anguished face whiten.

"Lou asked you to lend him a hand not a foot!" joked 
Calvin, totally unconcerned about the fact that Steve's 
toes were still pinned under the bed.  Lou didn't seem 
to care either, he had his own agenda.

Avril had fainted out cold.

Her limp, lifeless body laid under Lou, unmoving, 
unresisting.  The trauma of Lou's body slamming into her 
knocked the wind out of Avril, mercifully.  Steve didn't 
seem to be that lucky.

"Mike...help me man." cried Steve, as tears streamed 
down his cheeks, as he tried to pull his foot out from 
under the bed, but it was useless unless Lou was going 
to come off the mattress.

"Just hold on buddy," I said as I turned to Calvin.  
"You have to get him off the bed, Steve's foot won't 
come out." I said to Calvin, however, he wasn't in the 
mood to care.

"Fuck him.  And fuck you too, you're interrupting the 
show." replied a smiling Calvin.

I began to realize that things were getting out of hand, 
and as pissed off as I was at Steve for bringing these 
two degenerates here, I couldn't stand watching my good 
buddy in so much agony.

"Calvin, his foot is probably broken, you have to get 
Lou up!" I said as Steve started moaning, saying that he 
was going to throw up.

"Don't talk to me man, I'm the one who broke the fucking 
bed." replied Calvin, as he watched Lou start to rut his 
way in and out of Avril's lifeless body.  You could hear 
the mattress squeaking away and Steve's cries were in 
time with Lou's thrusting.  Avril's pussy was getting 
jackhammered as Lou's cock started damaging it.  A 
little blood was trickling down her thighs from the torn 
hole, although it was hard to see with Lou's mass mostly 
blocking the way.

"Mike!!!!" cried out Steve in severe pain now, knowing 
his toes must be completely shattered by now.  I felt 
terrible for my friend, and pissed off now at Calvin and 
Lou for ruining what had been, up to now, a perfect 
couple of days for me.

"It's okay buddy, just hang on." I said, trying my best 
to comfort Steve, although I couldn't imagine how much 
pain he must be in.

"Lou!!!" I yelled out, "Get the fuck off the bed, 
Steve's foot is caught under it man!"

I might as well have been talking to a wall.  Lou was 
too busy using Avril's body as a masturbatory toy to 
answer me, getting his rocks off by grasping Avril's 
shoulders and literally humping himeslf upwards into 
her, his fat lobes smothering her almost completely.

Suddenly, Calvin started to tear Amanda's jeans off of 
her body.  It was obvious that he was preparing to rape 
her as well.

"Mike help!!!" cried out Amanda, and I turned my head to 
watch her helplessly trying to stop Calvin from roughly 
tugging her jeans down past her knees.  Just hearing her 
helpless voice crying out, and crying out MY name no 
less struck a chord inside me.  My attentions focused 
away from Steve and went directly to her.

Calvin finally managed to shed Amanda's jeans, and he 
laid her down onto her back on the carpet, and started 
to tear at her tiny panties.  Amanda's eyes kept looking 
to me for help, and I knew I couldn't let this happen.  
Damnit all, I had actually fallen in love with Amanda 
Bynes, like some kind of sick and twisted reverse 
Stockholm-Syndrome.

Walking out of the room, I went to my front closet and 
dug out my golf bag.  I hadn't had much luck with my 9 
iron at all this year, but I was going to make it count 
today.  I could already feel the adrenaline beginning to 
rush 

Returning into the living room, I raised the golf club 
above my head and slammed it down onto Calvin's back, 
where it landed with a dull thud.

"What the fuck..." was all that Calvin was able to say 
before I cracked him again with the club on the side of 
his temple, sending him sprawling off of Amanda and onto 
the floor.  Lights out.

I wasn't about to hang around long enough to find out 
whether or not I had killed him.  Pivoting one eighty, I 
walked up to Lou and repeated my slicing and hooking of 
his cranium, sending him crashing down on top of Avril, 
who was still out cold.

"Amanda, help me out here," I said, and she quickly 
leapt up and ran to my side, eager to help me push Lou's 
obese body off of the bed.  It took a lot of pushing, 
but the two of us were able to unpin Lou off of Avril, 
and he rolled onto the floor with a loud thud, 
unconscious.

Amanda quickly began to attend to Avril, calling out to 
her to see if she was alright.  At the same time, I 
easily lifted the bed frame off of Steve's foot, and he 
screamed as he leaned forward, trying to hold the bloody 
mess of his blood soaked sock still covering his ruined 
toes.  Steve looked like he was going to pass out, and I 
quickly grabbed a large bottle of good Canadian whiskey 
and told Steve to chug it down, promising him that I 
would take him to the hospital.  Steve was almost too 
delirious in pain to reply, but he started to down the 
whiskey as though it was water on a hot day.

I turned my focus to Amanda and Avril.  Amanda turned to 
me for assistance.

"Mike, she's okay, but she's hurt really badly, I think 
we need to take her to a hospital." said Amanda with 
concern in her voice.  The way she looked at me was 
amazing, like we were old friends.  The fear in her eyes 
was completely absent, and all of her efforts were 
focused on her friend's well being.

"Yeah, Steve too, he needs to get that foot looked 
after.  Can you help me carry them to the car Amanda?" I 
said, as we heard Steve finally pass out, thank God, as 
I hated seeing anyone, especially my best friend, in 
such excruciating pain.

"You mean it??  You're going to let us go?" asked Amanda 
with her adorable voice.

I don't know what the hell was wrong with me, but I 
started to feel some pangs of consciousness flowing 
through me, and I knew that I had to let Amanda go.  She 
was one hell of a trooper, surviving the horrible ordeal 
that I had put her through, and doing so with such 
grace, strength and courage.  She was one tough cookie, 
I thought to myself.

"Yeah.  I'm going to let you go.  A promise is a 
promise, right?" I said, flashing a quick smile to 
Amanda.  Amazingly, she smiled back quickly and 
whispered quietly: "Thank you Mike." before returning to 
Avril's side, wrapping a throw-blanket around her 
shoulders, and holding her in her arms.

I picked Steve's limp body up over my shoulder and 
carried him outside, placing him gently into the 
backseat of his car.  I laid him down onto his back, 
trying to elevate his foot using the seatbelt as a 
hoist.  As I started to push the front passenger seat 
back in preperation to hold Avril, another rush of 
adrenaline started to flow through my veins as I heard 
Amanda uttering out a sharp piercing scream...

"MIKE!!!  HELP ME!!!!"

Faster than I've ever ran before, I dashed back inside 
the house to find that Lou had awoken somewhat and had a 
hold of Amanda's ankle in his hands.  Grabbing my golf 
club, I slammed it down onto Lou's chubby forearm, which 
caused him to instantly let go of Amanda's leg.  A few 
more shots to his head assured me that he was knocked 
out again.

"Are you okay Amanda?" I asked as I knelt down beside 
her, handing her jeans over to her.

"Yes, he...he just grabbed me...I...I didn't know what 
to do." replied Amanda as she started to slip her jeans 
back on.

I smiled at her, then picked up Avril, who was sweetly 
wrapped up inside the throw that Amanda had tucked all 
around her.  I waited for Amanda to finish dressing, and 
then carried Avril out to the car.  I placed her in the 
front seat, and she started stirring a little bit, 
although she was still dazed and near motionless.  
Amanda went into the backseat and started to use some of 
her first aid knowledge to gently remove the bloodied 
sock from Steve's foot.  There was a first aid kit in 
the trunk, and I watched as Amanda began to clean off 
the blood from in between his toes, like some young 
Florence Nightingale.

"I'll wrap it up in gauze to stop the bleeding." said 
Amanda as I got in the car and began to drive off, still 
in a daze over everything that happened.

As we drove, and Amanda continued to take care of 
Steve's foot, I began thinking of the serious trouble I 
was currently in.  I just left my house full of 
evidence, not to mention that the entire country was on 
the look out for these two young ingenues.  Most amazing 
of all was that I had Amanda Bynes, my object of 
affection for so many years, right in my very grasp, and 
I was letting the opportunity pass me by.  Things were 
quickly coming to an end.

"There.  Finished." said Amanda as she looked at her 
handiwork.  "I think he'll be okay until we get to the 
hospital."

"Thank you Amanda, I appreciate you taking care of him." 
I replied, as my mind started going into a million 
different directions at that moment.

Things hadn't turned out exactly as I had planned, but I 
knew that I didn't want any harm to come to Amanda, and 
that the best place for her was back home with her 
family where she would be safe.

Finally, we pulled up in front of the local hospital, 
and I stopped the car in the emergency ward parking lot.  
Turning around, I looked to see Amanda undoing Steve's 
leg in preperation of having me take him out of the car.

"Amanda," I said, causing her to turn around quickly and 
look into my eyes.

"Yes?" she asked, tilting her head a slight bit, her 
bangs covering half of her beautiful face.

"This is where you'll get out too.  I just want you to 
know that I, uh..." I was trying to get the right words 
out, sounding like some gawky teenager ending a first 
date.

"It's okay," interrupted Amanda, flashing me a quick 
smile.  "I know."

She then opened the car door, and walked around the car, 
to help Avril out.  Several hospital attendants came out 
to meet us, and quickly ushered Steve and Avril 
inside....

...WHAM!!!...

...My hand went crashing on top of my alarm clock as it 
woke me up out of my deep slumber.  Sweat was beading 
down my forehead as I took a few seconds to gather my 
thoughts before realizing where the hell I was.

I looked at the now silenced clock, it's digital readout 
telling me it was 5:45 in the morning.  It felt like I 
had been asleep for a thousand years.

I fell back, my head hitting the pillow, as I slowly 
started to wake up, realizing I was in L.A., in my 
house, in my boxers, in my bed.

What a night.  Drinking brandy before bed always gives 
me vivid dreams, but this was ridiculous.

Stumbling out of bed, I walked into the bathroom, 
flicking on the lights, and turning on the cold water 
tap.  I flushed my face with some cold water, slowly 
awakening from my deep slumber.  I had a huge kink in my 
neck from sleeping in an awkward position and I grimaced 
as I slowly turned my head from side to side to get the 
knot out.

After taking a nice long piss to flush the brandy out, I 
headed into the kitchen and poured myself a large glass 
of fresh orange juice before heading into the shower.

As the beautifully hot water came beating down onto my 
back, I chuckled to myself as I thought about the crazy 
dream I had just had.  I've had some doozies before, but 
none quite so vivid and detailed as that.  I reminded 
myself not to drink brandy ever again before hitting the 
sack.  Some serious chemical fluctuations went on inside 
my head after that and it just wasn't worth it.

After showering, I scrambled up a couple of eggs and 
dressed up for work.  The visions of that dream were 
still flashing through the visual centers of my brain, 
making me feel somewhat guilty for everything my 
subconscious had decided to throw out at me while I 
slept.  Before I stepped into my car, I handed a couple 
of twenty dollar bills to the homeless people that had 
been sleeping in my front yard against the side of my 
house for the past few nights.  Strange people, I 
thought.  The guy looked like he hadn't shaved since the 
middle ages, and the two robed women with him, at least 
I think they were women, hard to tell with those white 
drapes covering their faces and bodies, clinging to his 
side.  The guy thanked me and muttered some fanatical 
religious crap to me as I drove off.  Before arriving at 
work, I stopped off at the Red Cross office and wrote 
out a donation check.  It felt like the right thing to 
do.

Finally arriving at work, I slumped down onto my chair 
and flicked my computer on.  As I waited for it to boot 
up, I thought one more time about that bizarre dream and 
how damn real it had seemed.  I'd like to hear Freud 
analyze that one, I thought to myself as I smiled.

Logging into XP, I surfed the Internet for a few 
minutes, wincing at the thrashing the Falcons had handed 
the Packers last night, then proceeded to work, as my 
thoughts started drifting back to reality.


***THE END***


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