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Disclaimer: This story, while not describing real scenes of
sexuality and torture, introduces a new character who describes
his desire for these things.  If you are under 18, or if violent
imagery offends you, STOP READING NOW!!!  Also, this story is a
work of PURE FICTION AND FANTASY!  I wish no harm to the
celebrities that appear and do not intend for these stories to be
a threat against them.  I do not condone any of these practices
here in the real world.  If you take these stories seriously, you
are even sicker than I am! 

Finally, PLEASE provide feedback on this story.  It is only
chapter one of what I hope will be a long series to follow, but
let me know if your interest is piqued.  I thrive on feedback,
both good and bad.  If you have suggestions or compliments, I
will happily accept them all.  Send all feedback to
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Thanks, enjoy!
The Celebrity Dungeon Master
Chapter One: Emmy Rossum

I had just woken up from a long, well-deserved rest after having
completed my task of kidnapping my 125th girl from her home in
Los Angeles.  It had been a trying several weeks of traveling
across the country and around the world in order to capture all
of my victims, and they were all now housed safely within the
confines of their cells in the common area of my dungeon.  As
soon as I had deposited my final capture, Mischa Barton, in cell
16, along with her cellmates Rihanna, Sarah Chalke, Scarlett
Johanssen, and the Olsen Twins, I had retired to my own private
chamber to sleep.  I awoke promptly at 8:30 the next morning to
begin my first "project."  I left my bedroom without bothering to
put any clothes on all of my "guests" were naked in their cells,
and my clothes would only be coming off soon anyway and headed
down the twisting corridors to the common area.

When I walked into the massive room, 125 pairs of eyes quickly
turned in my direction, and many of my more modest captives moved
to cover their private areas.  I had my eye and my mind on cell
18, where my first victim awaited me, but before I could get to
that, I felt an introduction was in order to the room.  I stood
in the center of the room (all 25 cells lined the walls around
me, so that everyone could see me) and began my short speech.

"Attention, bitches, cunts, whores, and sluts!  Your lives as you
have known them are officially over.  From now on, this will be
your home for the short remainder of your pathetic existence. 
Believe me when I say that no one walks out of here alive!"  Out
of the corner of my eye, in cell 24, I saw Hilary Duff pull her
older sister Haylie in close.  Several of my bitches began to cry
out loud, and a cacophony of shrill voices began screaming at me.
 So many spoke all at once that it was impossible to make out
what they were saying.

"That's right, you heard me correctly.  And there's no need to
bother with the begging and pleading for your lives; I promise it
will have no effect on me.  By all means, it will entertain me,
but it will do you no good.  You will all endure pain, misery and
suffering before you leave this world."  I took this opportunity
to scan the room and read the variety of reactions.  Most of the
women had looks of utter terror on their face.  It may have been
my tone of voice.  I spoke to them as if I just ordered a pizza,
rather than promised them all a gruesome, painful death.  Others,
however, ran around the walls of their cells, looking for any
hint of a way out, while some of the more strong-willed whores
had looks that said they didn't believe a word I said.  I would
have fun breaking these cunts down.

"Your names have all been thrown into a hat and pulled out in
completely random order." This was true.  It made little
difference to me whom I had first or last.  After all, I would
have them all eventually.  I continued, "Let's all just sit back
and see who our first lucky contestant shall be!"  I said with a
huge smile on my face and hearty laugh at the end.

My introductory speech having been made, I proceeded to walk
slowly around the room, occasionally pausing in front of the bars
of a cell to watch the slutboxes within cower in fear.  Sometimes
I would reach in and grab one by the wrist or neck and pull her
in close.  I copped a great feel of Hayden Panettiere's
incredible titties, and left bruises on Charlize Theron's round
ass where I stopped to punish her with a heavy spanking.  I
watched as Katie Holmes wiped the spit I hit her with from her
left eye.  In every cell, the fear was palpable, as nobody except
me knew who my first victim would be.

Finally, when I reached cell 18, I pressed my thumb to the ID pad
on the wall.  As I have explained before, this facility is
state-of-the-art.  No door will open without my own personal
thumbprint to verify entry.  The five cunts within inched slowly
away from me as I confidently walked into the small, confined
room.  Halle Berry and Gwyneth Paltrow, the two oldest in the
cell, stood somewhat bravely in front of Annasophia Robb, the
young blond bitch who starred in Bridge to Terabithia.  I like
young girls they are my favorite. Perhaps the two older women
felt a maternal instinct to protect the youngest cellmate, but
their efforts were pointless.  It was not the young Ms. Robb who
had drawn the short straw this time.  It was the curly-haired
brunette who hid in the back corner, her eyes to the floor.  It
was like she was a student in the back of the classroom, hoping
the teacher wouldn't call on her.

As I approached Emmy Rossum, thoughts about my soon-to-be first
rape-murder flashed through my mind, and my cock began to twitch.
 I stood over her for a few moments, waiting for her to look up
at me.  When she finally did, the fear in her eyes warmed my
black heart.  She began to cry and shiver, and just as she began
shaking her head and opened her mouth to beg for her life, I
reached out with my left hand, grabbed her by her throat, and
hauled her to her feet.

"No, please no!" she cried, hammering against my iron-tight grip.
 Her cellmates came to her defense, Halle Berry leading the
charge, but a sharp backhand slap from me sent them all sprawling
across the room.  I think Ellen Pompeo smacked her head against
the stone wall and was knocked unconscious.  I am sure that I
left a massive welt on Halle's cheek from the force of my swat. 
I'm not often one for bragging about these things, but I happen
to be VERY strong.

Emmy and I left the cell and the bars slammed shut behind us.  I
paraded her naked body through the common area for all to see. 
Immediately, several voices raised up as one.

"Where are you taking her?" shouted Evangeline Lilly.

"Leave her alone, you bastard!" yelled Rose McGowan

"Please, please don't hurt her, she's my friend!" called
Christina Milian from cell 20 behind us.

"Oh God, what are you gonna do?  Please don't hurt me!  Please,
please I wanna go home!  I wanna see my mom and dad, please
mister don't do this!"  Obviously it was Emmy screaming these
words.  At least, she came as close as she could to screaming
with my hand secured around her neck.  Their screams echoed in my
ears as we left the room and proceeded down the first hallway off
the main door.  I intentionally took this route because the
hallway housed some of the more elaborate torture devices in my
possession.  I left every door open so that Emmy could see into
the rooms and imagine the horrors that were in store for her. 
She never stopped begging for her life the whole time we walked.

When we finally reached our destination, I let go of Emmy's
throat and dragged her struggling body into the room by her thick
hair.  My prick was at full mast by this point.  Once we were
inside, I slammed the door closed and locked it with a press of
my thumb.

"Well, here we are, slut.  Welcome to the last room you will ever
see."  While I said these words, I forced Emmy down on her knees
in front of me.  This was the first time she had noticed my dick,
and the 12-inch rod in front of her had her eyes wide in terror.
Before she could speak a word, I forced her head forward and
pried her lips open with the head of my cock.

"No, NO, NOmmphph!  Gugh, gugh, huv, gugh, mmmmmmmmmmmmph!" 
While maintaining my grip on her hair, I bobbed her head up and
down while simultaneously ramming my cock into the back of her
throat.  I was going for maximum choke value, and my efforts were
rewarded.  After just a few hard thrusts, Emmy began gagging on
my massive meat.  Tears streamed from her eyes and saliva poured
out of her mouth, lubricating my penis in the process. 
Fortunately for me, she was too surprised and terrified to bite
down.  Needless to say, her mouth felt exquisite.

"Oh yeah, bitch, suck that massive cock while it pounds your
worthless little mouth.  Oh fuck yeah!  I bet you never had a rod
like this in your life, have you, bitch?  Yeah baby, swallow that
whole fucking cock while it rapes your fucking face.  Oooooh, you
feel so fucking good choking on that cock!  Yeah, bitch, yeah! 
Keep sucking and choking on that goddam pole!"  I continued this
diatribe of dirty talk while I raped Emmy's mouth.  She was not a
very good cocksucker, because I could only get about half of me
into her before her throat completely closed up, but I could live
with that.  After all, I knew I'd have 124 more chances to get at
least one little whore to deep throat me.  Meanwhile, Emmy's face
was going from red to blue as her airway was cut off, and her
muffled pleas were getting more and more desperate.

"Gggghuuu, guuuuuuphphphph, mmmmphphphph, blublblblbl, GUGH,
GUGH, GUGH, FUUUUUUGH, NNNNUU--!"  Her last scream was suddenly
and completely cut off when I held her face as far forward as it
would go.  I could feel my cock against the back of her throat. 
After I held her there for a good 20 seconds, Emmy's eyes began
to roll back in her head, and she started convulsing like an
electric current was running through her.  Her constant attempts
to break free of my grip were fruitless, and her face was now
becoming a lovely ash-gray.  However, I had other plans for
Emmy's demise, so rather than choke the life out of her before we
really even got started, I removed my prick from her wet mouth
and threw her to the stone floor, coughing and hacking.

"I hope you're ready for more, cunt, because we are just getting
underway here," I told her as I walked across the room.  At the
other end were a queen-sized bed and an end-table.  The room was
otherwise completely bare, except for the lovely little apparatus
that rested on the small table beside the bed.

"Puh please.  Please don't hurt me.  I c-c-can't.  I can't do
this.  Please I duh don't want to die here!  Pl please mister
don't hurt me anymore!"  Emmy struggled to get the words out as
she gasped for breath.  Her color was returning to normal.  She
was now back to a deep red, and a glow of tears and rape-sweat
coated her baby face.  Her average, B-cup tits bounced up and
down as she heaved oxygen back into her lungs.  I heard her begin
to sob and cry harder when I simply ignored her pleas.  I had my
back to her so that she could not see the preparations I was now
making, and didn't even bother to turn around or acknowledge her
voice as she begged for her life.

While she had been begging, I had been getting the aforementioned
apparatus prepared for use.  It is one of my personal favorites,
due to the incredibly up-close and personal nature of its usage.
I call it my Razor Cock.  It is essentially a strap-on device,
except that instead of a rubber cock attached to the front, there
is a 12-inch sleeve of soft, thin plastic that surrounds the
entire penis.  Around the outside of this sleeve are five finely
sharpened razor blades that extend the entire length of the
device.  Next to the sleeve on either side are attached a series
of metal spikes and hooks that jut out about one inch.  Not so
long as to cause death, but certainly long enough to pierce flesh
and maximize pain and misery for the victim.  The plastic of the
sleeve is an incredibly thin, yet sturdy, material, to allow for
maximum pleasure as the victim's pussy massaged my cock. The
Razor Cock is secured in the back by nothing more than a basic
belt buckle.  As Emmy was finishing her latest series of pleas, I
was securing this buckle and turning around so that she could get
a good look at her fate.  When she saw the device that would soon
be inside of her, her eyes went wide, and she scrambled backwards
on her ass towards the door.

"NO, NO, OH GOD NO DON'T TOUCH ME WITH THAT THING!  PLEASE GOD
DON'T DO THAT, PLEASE I CAN'T HAVE THAT THING IN ME!  GOD NO, NO,
NOOO!"  She was now on her feet, pounding her fists against the
locked door.  "HELP, PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEEEEE!  CHRISTINA,
PLEASE GET ME OUT OF HERE, HE'S GOING TO KILL ME WITH THAT THING!
 ANYBODY!  PLEEEEEEASE HEEEEEEELP!"  Wondering why she said
"Christina," I remembered suddenly how Christina Milian had told
me that she and Emmy were good friends as we left the common
area.  Too bad for Emmy, that friendship would do her no good. 
By now I had made my way, slowly and patiently, over to her, the
smile on my face from ear to ear.  I once again grabbed Emmy by
the back of her hair and dragged her away from the door.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she shrieked as I hurled her
tight, naked body onto the soft bed and climbed aboard, settling
myself between her legs.  With a wide grin on my face, and while
fending off her wild blows with one hand, I lined up my Razor
Cock-lined prick with Emmy Rossum's cunt, rubbing it softly,
almost sensuously, along the opening of her slit, and prepared to
enter.
As I slid the first inch of my enormous cock inside of Emmy's
tight little pussy, two things became abundantly clear: first,
her fuckbox felt awesome, and second, she didn't have much
tolerance for pain.  The instant the Razor Cock's five blades
began to slice their way through the inner walls of Emmy's little
cunt, the bitch was screaming at the top of her lungs.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!  AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH NOOOOOOO 
NOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOO JESUS GOD NOOOOOOOO! STOOOOOOOP
PLEEEEEEEASE STOOOOOOOOOOOP!"  Her eyes were as wide as dinner
plates and her mouth was frozen open.  The veins on the side of
Emmy's neck were stretching and threatening to pop out of her
skin.  Interestingly, she ceased in her efforts to fend off my
attack I guess she was too overwhelmed by the pain engulfing her
crotch.  It occurred to me as I began fucking the shit out of her
that I don't usually enjoy going at it with a girl who is dry
down below, but my Razor Cock was taking care of all of that by
smearing my own dick and the inside of Emmy's pussy with blood. 
My thoughts in this vein were soon interrupted, however, by
Emmy's continued shrieks and wails.

"FAAAAAAAAAA!!!  AAAHAHAHAHAHA NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO GOD
NOOOOOOOOO!  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK FUUUUUUUUUUCK
FUUUUUUUUUCK NOOOOOOOOOOO!"  I can't lie the sounds escaping her
mouth only turned me on more.

"Aw, shit yeah, that's how I fucking like it, baby.  Ooooh God
yes, I love it when my little rape cunts scream it out for me. 
Yeah yeah yeah fuuuuuck yeah take that huge Razor Cock into your
tight little cunt.  God baby you feel so fucking good!  Oh my God
you little twat I love fucking raping this little hole!  Yeah
your blood squirting out with every fucking thrust inside!  Oh
yeah you feel that?  You feel how your hot little pussy blood is
smearing all over my huge shaft?  You feel those blades shredding
up the inside of your little pussy, huh?  Oh yeeeeaahh bitch I
can sure feel it.  God it feels fucking amazing.  So hot and
tight inside your little rape hole!  How's that feel bitch? 
How's it fucking feel to know I'm literally gonna rape your ass
to death?  Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yeah!  Yeah, it hurts doesn't
it, you little whore?  Well that's too fucking bad for you bitch,
'cause I got more control than you know.  Oh yeah, I can keep
this shit up for a long time!  I think it's time to pick up the
energy a little bit, what do you think?  Yeah, aw yeah here we
go, baby!  Oh you feel the pace picking up?  You feel that Razor
Cock pounding your little cunt even harder?  Take it bitch.  OH
GOD FUCKING TAKE IT ALL!"  As my power and energy increased, so
too did the pitch and volume of Emmy's yells.

This entire time I had been resting my whole body on top of hers,
but as my arms got tired holding up my body weight, I shifted my
position so I was up on my knees, spreading Emmy's legs wide. 
This gave me a perfect view of the damage my Razor Cock was doing
to her.  Believe me when I tell you it was a beautiful sight.  I
had only been raping her for about five or six minutes, but the
amount of blood that had pooled underneath her ass and pussy was
incredible.  More blood was shooting out each time I withdrew my
cock as the blades continued to rip her insides apart.  Each
thrust forward not only sent the blades around the sleeve inside
again, but forced every hook and spike into her legs and hips,
tearing away flesh and muscle.

As my fucking level rose, I gradually began to get more and more
of my cock deeper and deeper inside Emmy's cunt.  I've learned
from experience that some pussies are deeper than others, and
Emmy's was not the deepest one I'd ever had.  It was clear to me
as I rammed my cock head into her cervix that I was only going to
get about 8 of my 12 inches inside of her, but that was enough
for me.  I would have plenty of opportunities to see which
celebrity cunts were the deepest.  I was very interested to see
how deep Angelina Jolie was.  But I digress...

"GAAAAAAAAAHHH GAAAAAAAAAAAHH GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! 
MMMMAAAAAAAAAA DAAAAAAAAAAA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOO
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!  HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! TAKE IT OUT TAKE IT OUT TAKE IT OUT TAKE IT OUT
TAKE IT OOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"  Emmy's eyes were now
screwed shut.  I'm not sure the Jaws of Life could have opened
them at that point.  While her attention was elsewhere, I took
the opportunity to grab and maul at her B-cup titties.  They were
just the perfect size.  I know I'm in the slight minority here,
but I've actually never been a big fan of huge tits.  I enjoy
them, don't get me wrong, but sometimes I just want something
that can fit in my hand.  Some people I know say that what they
like most about big breasts is the way they bounce and jiggle
during sex, and that smaller breasts don't do that.  Well, I'm
here to tell you: if you can fuck hard enough, small breasts will
bounce.  The proof of that was right there in front of me every
thrust I pounded into Emmy's little rape hole had her small tits
bouncing up a storm, at least until I started grabbing on to
them.  As I squeezed, I dug my fingernails into her titflesh,
drawing out even more blood.  To be perfectly honest, I doubt she
noticed over the agony I was causing her elsewhere, but it was a
nice sight anyway.

Although I had bragged to Emmy about my sexual control (which was
not a lie, by the way.  I've gone for over three hours before, no
kidding), I felt a familiar churning deep within my balls.  Even
though I could have slowed my pace and kept our little rape
session going, I was anxious to fully claim my first victim and
move on to other things, so to speak.  I was confident that more
than one of my future rape pigs would feel the full wrath of my
control and timing.

Having made up my mind to cum, I began to pick up the pace and
power of my rape even more.  While that was happening, I took the
opportunity to talk to Emmy just a bit more.  I wanted to
maximize her humiliation and torture as I fucked the life out of
her, and a little dirty talk always gets me going.

"Oh fuck yeah baby I'm gonna cum.  Gonna mix my hot white man
juice in with all that blood you're spilling out.  God oh God you
feel so fucking good!  Ooooh I'm so happy you were my first rape.
 Oh yeah this is the perfect start for my plans.  Fucking that
tight little box until I empty my balls inside you and watch you
die.  Yeah fuck yeah.  Oh I'm gonna do the same thing to your
little friend Christina and all those other cunts out there. 
Shit I can't fucking wait!  YEAH OH YEAH BITCH HERE IT FUCKING
COMES!  COMING INSIDE YOUR LITTLE FUCKING PUSSY WHILE I RAPE THE
LIFE OUT OF YOU!  OH GOD I LOVE FUCKING WATCHING YOU DIE WHILE I
FUCK YOU!  YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"  As
my thrusts reached maximum power, Emmy's screams reached
unheard-of decibels.  She was tossing her head from side to side
and sending her hair flying everywhere.  It was sticking to her
face from the sweat that had poured out of her during our time
together.  As my last several pumps into her spilled my seed
inside, Emmy's rolled completely back in their sockets and her
screams faded.  She was already dead by the time I finished
coming.

After I had finished, I laid on top of Emmy's corpse for a few
minutes, catching my breath and slowly pumping into her a few
more times.  I kissed her forehead and licked her face as I
enjoyed our final moments together.  When I eventually got my
wind back, I pulled my cock from what was left of her pussy and
rolled off of her.  Taking a look below, I saw that what looked
like gallons of Emmy's blood had pooled beneath her.  Her entire
stomach was covered in one big bruise from the massive internal
bleeding I had caused.  I took a look down at myself and saw that
her blood was spattered across my chest, stomach, legs, and cock.
 It was another beautiful sight.

Eventually I rose from the bed and took a few cautious steps
around the room, shaking the jelly from my legs.  Once I was back
to normal, I stood with my hands on my hips, my huge prick going
soft inside the plastic sleeve of the Razor Cock, and had a quick
little laugh to myself.  'God, this is gonna be fun,' I thought
to myself.

Realizing I needed to get back out to the rest of my captives, I
picked up Emmy Rossum's mutilated corpse and carried it out of
the room.  More blood and gore spilled out of her ravaged cunt
with every step, dripping down her legs, down my body, and onto
the floor.  I left the Razor Cock device attached to me.  It just
so happened that the next lucky victim on my list would be
enduring the same excruciating death.  As I hauled Emmy's body
down the hallway, slung over my shoulder, my smile could have lit
up Las Vegas.  I opened the door to the common area, still
carrying Emmy's body for all to see, and reveled in the screams
and cries of shock that erupted the moment everyone saw us.

"Oh my God, he's killed her!"

"What the fuck did he do to Emmy?"

"What is that thing he's wearing?"

"Emmy?  Oh God no EMMY!  You bastard!  You sick fucking bastard
I'll kill you!"  That last one was Christina Milian, coming to
the pointless defense of her dead friend.

One of my favorite features in the common area is the 125 meat
hooks I had hanging down from the ceiling, each about four feet
in front of the cells.  If you've ever been inside a butcher
shop, or if you've seen The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (the
original, I mean.  The good one, where the hot girl gets hung
from the hook, not the shitty remake where it's a guy who is hung
up instead.  I mean, what's the fun in watching a dude suffer
when there are perfectly good bitches to torture?  By the way,
that remake starred Jessica Biel, who was currently sitting in
cell 5), then you know what kind of hooks I'm talking about. 
They are each about a half-inch in diameter, made of stainless
steel.  They basically look like massive fishing hooks.  Very
strong, very sharp.  I carried Emmy's body over to one of the
meat hooks that hung in front of her former cell, and proceeded
to stick the hook deep into the back of her skull.  I heard as
the hook pierced flesh, bone, and brain, and particularly enjoyed
it when Emmy's left foot gave a couple of quick twitches as a
result of the last electrical signals emitted from her dead
brain.  I then stepped back and took in the sight of Emmy
Rossum's corpse hanging dead in front of her former cell mates. 
In spite of Halle Berry's previously brave protection of
Annasophia, she keeled over and puked all over the floor of the
cell when she saw Emmy hanging there.  As for Annasophia, she ran
back behind Gwyneth, screaming and crying, and Ellen Pompeo,
apparently still woozy from the knock she had suffered earlier,
passed out cold.  I took a deep, satisfied sigh at the beautiful
sights all around me, looked around at the 124 bitches I still
had in my possession, and thought, 'Yep.  This is gonna be DAMN
fun!'

To Be Continued...

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