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Karen Gillan's Long Ride Home (DeRe & celebstars)

As the weeks rolled past Gail and Kevin made an obedient sex slave out of the broken and numbed Karen. Her day would begin with the breakfast blowjob, an act she grew so practiced at that her skills excelled an experience prostitute. The morning would pass being Gail's maid, doing housework like cleaning the toilet with her tongue or helping arrange the same sex toys and torture devices that were used on her. In the afternoon she was all Kevin's, and they would usually enact one of his 'scenarios' where the Amy character was either raped by an alien or seduces the Doctor, depending on his mood. All three of her abused holes soon grew intimately acquainted with "sonic screwdriver" which became a standard prop in Kevin's games.

The evenings would vary. If it was bath night, she would join Kevin in the house's giant Victorian tub and clean his fetid body thoroughly before drying him all over with her hair. On TV night, she would sit between her captors on the couch and watch DVDs of her Dr Who episodes, forcing her to recite the dialogue with them. Sometimes they would get her to watch a news bulletin or story about her disappearance, showing her desperate family weeping and all sorts of theories - suicide, breakdown, elopement - being floated about. Kevin and Gail both really enjoyed the devastating effect these clips had on Karen, especially as she was otherwise so numbed and passive.

Usually she would sleep underneath Kevin following a vigorous night's fucking. He would crush her beneath him on his filthy mattress, snoring loudly all night. But if Gail decided for whatever arbitrary reason that he had been naughty, she would take Karen for herself up to her room. That was a far worst fate for the unlucky girl, as Gail's rape and torture techniques were a hundred times cruller and more effective than her sons'.

She would awake the next day, and the whole process would begin again , and again, and again. That was until the morning Kevin read about the convention...
 
Sitting on her bed naked, Karen was waiting for the clock to tick down to one o'clock. Her breakfast which she normally had at ten didn't arrive which was peculiar because it had always arrived until this very day. As the clock beat past 1pm Karen looked towards the door and heard nothing. No knock, no shouting or ordering her about. 'Where were they?' she thought to herself, stepping of the bed and walking barefoot to the wooden door which had a new set of hinges on after Kevin had ripped them off when Karen was being forced by his mother all them months ago.

"He....Hellooor" The actress said, wondering if anyone was there. She didn't have any fight left in her anymore and she thought it was best just to do as she was told. The sad part was is that she believed this was her life now, not even thinking about being found and discovered. As she came away from the door and sat back in her bed, she had no idea that the pair upstairs were talking about the Doctor Who convention.
 
Being the utter fan he was, there was no way Kevin was going to miss this convention. A gathering of several hundred fellow Whovians was about as close as he could get to true socialization. He had spend the whole morning excitedly ordering his tickets and preparing his costume as the 4th Doctor, before he suddenly remembered Karen. The idea of taking his very own Amy to this thing was hugely appealing - imagine the looks on the other jerk's faces when they see me with her, he thought.

Kevin knew she was broken enough to take outside safely, although Gail might take some convincing of that. He could pretend she was a lookalike fangirl, cosplaying as Amy. It would be the perfect joke. When explaining it to his mother, she suggested cautiously that Karen be kept handcuffed and gagged the whole time, just in case - pretending that she was a prisoner or something. He particularly liked that idea.

Laying the WPC costume out on the couch, Kevin ran downstairs to get Karen. Practically dragging her upstairs, he explained eagerly what they were going to do. With the convention in six days he wanted her prepared and fully trained, with Gail paying careful attention.
 
Waiting in her basement room, Karen heard footsteps leading down tot he door. Getting up off the bed, she went over to the radiator preparing to cuff herself again but she saw Kevin rush in, leading her by her arm and dragging her upstairs in her naked form. "What is going on" she said, jogging through the corridor at his pace until they reached the living room and she saw the WPC costume laying on the couch.

Because she had been naked for months now without wearing any clothes, Karen wasn't bothered anymore about it. It was as though she was domesticated by her captures, tamed and no longer the wild animal she was when she first entered the home. "What is going on Doctor" she asked, still frightened of him.

It was the same costume she had worn before, did he want to roleplay with her again? He would normally do it in the basement with her.
 
In a torrent of excited blabbering Kevin explained about the convention. Thrusting the costume at her, he ordered her to put it on so Gail could make the proper adjustments. "You're going to have to look good if I'm taking you out, Amy!" he said in a voice that almost broke with eagerness. "I'm going as a Sontaran, I've got just the perfect outfit in mind! It'll suit my unique physique. You'll be my prisoner, all tied up and stuff. Don't want you getting away, eh?"

As he talked on and on in childish excitement, Gail watched over Karen with needle and thread in hand. Whispering evilly to her as she dressed, the old lady threatened the enslaved redhead with all sorts of horrors if she even thought about escaping. She emphasized her points by pricking Karen with the needle several times over.

"Only five sleeps Amy, and we go on our first real date! Are you excited?"
 
Hearing of the convention confused her. Then she remembered she had to attend it as a special guest although they probably had someone else now as Karen was missing. That domesticated personality she has adopted in the last few months seemed to have cracked after finding out she was going to be let out of the house although whilst being tied.

As Karen got dressed in the costume she looked as sexy as she did on the screen although the outfit needed a few alterations which was why Gail was knelt down beside her poking her with the needle a few times. "Ow........ow!" Karen shrieked and gasped.

"Yes Doctor...I'm excited by it" she responded. "Your mother is hurting Amy, can you tell her to stop please" she said, now wondering if she could perhaps cause a rift between the pair.
 
Kevin was so lost in his own gleeful reverie that Karen's complaint brought him around sharp. He had been getting annoyed at how his mother had been monopolizing "his" toy lately, and not treating her properly. Long-standing, festering resentment against Gail was beginning to boil up.

"Stoppit!" he told his mother, brushing the needles away. "She looks fine. C'mon Amy, lets rehearse. You can help me make the Sontaran costume!" His plan was to pretend that "police-Amy" would be his prisoner, and he could proudly parade her around in front of all the other nerds. Media and popular opinion seemed to assume she was dead or disappeared, so marching her around in plain sight seemed like a delightful joke.

The next six days were all too slow for him. He drilled Karen into following him around obeying, bound and gagged, and to hence forth referring to him as 'Commander'. Gail's concerns about the whole thing were thoroughly ignored, with Kevin doing all he now could to keep Karen to himself.

When the big day arrived, he bundled her into the back of Gail's car before sunrise had even broken. It took some effort on his part to get in, as the cumbersome costume increased his prodigious bulk considerably. As his mum drove the pair to the convention, he had never felt more happy and excited in his life. Passing through the busy dawn streets he chattered excitedly and loudly to the bound and gagged Karen endlessly, while Gail glowered in the rear view mirror.

"Here we are!" he roared with excitement as they pulled up outside the convention hall.
 
Karen smiled to herself as Kevin told his mother to stop. The actress saw something which she could use to her advantage. Maybe she could tear them apart and make Kevin believe his mother is no good for him. It would also mean that Karen would have to play the happy girlfriend but she had been doing that over the last few months already against her will.

Over the coming days, she followed him around, rehearsing what she was supposed to do in public to make sure he wasn't caught. Karen was not meant to call him Commander instead of Doctor, either way, it sounded ridiculous to her.

As she was bundled in to the back of the car, her wrists were chained to him whilst she had a gag in her mouth. The costume she wore made her look more sexy then ever and when they arrived at the convention she had geeks from all over the world staring at her in amazement. Surely somebody was going to realise it was her she thought but instead people just held up their cameras taking pictures before walking on. It left Karen almost heartbroken and deflated emotionally. A tear falling down her cheek, she couldn't give up that easily she thought so took a deep breath and managed to put herself in character. "Are you ready Commander?"
 
Kevin was already halfway out the door before the car had come to a halt. He dragged Karen behind him, ignoring his mother's scolding lectures as he slammed the door hard. They half-ran up the stairs and into the hall, then stopped sharply before the admission gate. Gail glowered after the pair suspiciously, and instead of driving off she instead just parked over the road.

Looking around the vast hall, packed wall-to-wall with all manner of Whovians, Kevin had never felt more superior in his life. Almost everyone was staring at him, but no-one even dared to assume that it was the long-missing Karen Gillan beside him. Instead every drooling fanboy there was fixated on her sluttish costume, the way it accentuated her cleavage and curves, and the flash of lace panties as she was dragged about. Kevin beamed in satisfaction, knowing he was the envy of every man in that room. He tightened Karen's gag and cuffs, and pushed her ahead into the all.

"Commander Skorr the Bloodbringer has captured a trophy!" he bellowed in a ridiculous attempt to sound ominous, but instead was more of an excited squeak. Turning to Karen, he noticed the damp streaks on her cheeks and his smile broadened even more. Far from his mother's fears of her escaping, she seemed even more a prisoner than ever. "Good work Amy!" he hissed in her ear as he slapped her arse approvingly. "Now give 'em what they want!"
 
Moaning in a blunt voice as he tightened the gag in her mouth and the cuffs against her wrists, Karen felt him shove her in to the hall of fans covered in a variety of costumes and outfits. Quickly turning around as she heard Kevin shout out something ridiculous regarding her as a trophy, Karen felt all eyes on her. The slim redhead had every mouth dropping in lust at the sight of her, some fans coming up and taking pictures whilst some would even give her a cheeky slap on the ass.

A drowned moan came from her gag, preventing her fierce Scottish accent coming through and blowing their cover. Trying to struggle away from her chains the crowd just applauded thinking it was all part of the act. Karen was playing up in public now and she would have to be taught a quick lesson in front of everyone.
 
Kevin was almost giddy with delight. The attention he and Karen were getting was beyond anything he had ever known. The sheer thrill of it almost threatened to overwhelm.

"Follow me fellahs!" he chortled, shoving the struggling Karen through the mass of groping, slavering men around her. He awkwardly frogmarched her directly across the floor, towards the wheelchair toilet section near the back. No-one seemed concerned by this lecherous fracas; even a nearby security guard had joined in.

They entered the roomy bathroom with a crash, and Kevin violently bent Karen over the nearest toilet. Hitching her skirt up with one hand, and holding her down with the other, he displaying her pale, firm ass to the approving mob standing in the doorway.

"Now mates! Five quid for five minutes. Put it in her ass or pussy, she likes it both ways! Quickly now, while she's all wet!"

After a moments' nervous hesitation, the horny crowd began fighting its way forward. They forced themselves into an awkward queue behind Karen. Kevin stepped aside as the first time - a skeezy looking creep in his fifties - dropped his pants and seized her hips tightly.

"Ginger cunt!" he hissed as he started pounding her pussy with all his frustrated might. The first of some thirty-odd men began their gangbang of Karen and Kevin giggled hysterically.
 
Karen felt her back being pushed forward through the mob of nerds and geeks until she reached the toilets where she was barged in to the door and then made to bend over the toilet. Her face was in the bowl with her hands still tied behind her back and chained to Kevin. Kevin's strength kept her down though and her face was just inches away from the water below.

Feeling her skirt being lifted up and her panties and pantyhose pulled to her knees her pale ass came in to view. Her ears heard the offering he made and she sweated in fear feeling these two hands grasp her hips and push inside of her pussy. Karen squirmed and moaned with the gag inside her mouth. The queue which formed behind her had no idea she was the captured actress, rather thinking she was just a ginger look-a-like.

Her chest and stomach was being pushed in to the side of the toilet with every thrust in to the her tight dry pussy. Karen's eyes watered with tears as she was being used again.
 
Flashes flickered around the white-tiled room as several onlookers began taking pictures. For five furious minutes the old man pounded Karen with deep and painful thrusts. Then he finished with wobbly groan, reeling about like a drunk. The other men laughed as he nearly fell over, his pants tangled around his ankles.

The next man stepped up, a chubby neckbeard very similar to Kevin. "Can I have her in the arse?" he asked in a high-pitched Essex accent. "She's got a lovely white arse, and I never fucked a girl there before".

"Course mate!" giggled Kevin. He pushed Karen's head down into the bowl and flushed the toilet, suddenly drowning her beneath a torrent of freezing fetid water. "I'll choke her off, it'll make her clench up nice and tight!'

The neckbeard slowly forced his short, salami-shaped cock into Karen. He landed a series of stinging slaps on her buttcheeks, bringing them up bright red as the other men cheered him on. Kevin kept her head in the bowl, occasionally pulling her up for a few desperate breaths before plunging her back down again.

Fifteen men took their turn with Karen over the next hour. Some tore up her arse, others shredded her pussy. One eager teen, desperate for his first blowjob, pulled the crying, coughing Karen out of the bowl and forced his surprisingly huge cock down her throat. The physical ordeal of the gangbang was worse than anything she had ever endured so far. All the while Kevin stood by beaming, almost insane with glee at the spectacle of these creeps unknowingly raping Karen Gillan herself. When the last finished with her, after a brutal sodomizing on the cold tiled floor, Kevin finally ushered them out in the passage.

"Right lads! You're done! My turn now!"
 
Karen moaned and cried as the man used her pussy. Her body slammed in to the toilet until he had finished, dumping his load inside before wobbling out of her much to the laughter of the queue which was forming. The red head, still in her police uniform, slumped by the side of the bowl, feeling hurt and exhausted. Hearing the next man talk about her arse, Karen shook her head, her hand waving about saying no. Being picked up by her hair, her face landed inside of the unused toilet before it was flushed. The whirlwind of cold water took over, knotting her hair and making her unable to breath.

As the chubby male poked his cock in to her small arse, Karen jerked and placed her hands on the edges of the toilet, trying to force herself up to breath. When he started to thrust in to her hole, her mouth opened and took in a large gulp of water. Kevin must of known as he lifted her up. Her lungs took a huge breath before she was placed back in to the bowl. This wasn't the only assault on her body as her arse cheeks rippled with slaps and coloured themselves in red marks from his hands.

As he came, the next man stepped up and took his turn. Karen was used over and over again by adoring fans who thought she was a lookalike. Her body was drained and her mental state tortured. Some came on her face and body, the uniform being stripped by different men until she was fully naked. Karen was past crying now, slowly closing her eyes in the bowl until she was pulled out by a teen. Being turned around, her back sat up against the toilet as he face fucked her. He positioned himself so her head was bending backwards and her long red hair was falling in to the water. From behind, his arse could be seen humping at her mouth.

After he was done, making her swallow his load, Karen fell on to the floor tired. Her naked limp body was covered in cum and bruised with slaps.
 
Kevin leaned back on the bathroom bench, watching with a distant smile as the other men savagely gang-raped Karen. He had never feel safe to do this before, and wonder if his always-burning jealousy would be an issue. But instead he found the sight of his precious sex slave being fucked by strange guys an incredible thrill. It was compounded by the fact they thought she was some bimbo lookalike, and he found their utter indifference to her suffering to be hilarious. They savaged every hole in her long white body, pushing her further into realms of pain and degradation that exceeded even all her previous tortures. Her ivory complexion shone with dozens of welts as red as her soaked hair.

Once the pack had finished and reluctantly left, Kevin turned and studied Karen lying semi-conscious and whimpering on the floor. His cock was raging after witnessing the spectacle just before, but suddenly an urgent concern filled his stomach like a cold bile. He could hear the men jabbering about their little orgy from inside the booth. It was time to go, he thought; and not just leave to convent - it was time to bale on Mum too. He'd take Karen away, pimp her out to others, make some pornos. He had it all worked out.

Pulled the dazed Karen to her feet, he wrapped her in bulky army green anorak that one of the nerds had abandoned. It reached halfway down to her thighs. Manhandling her with some awkwardness, Kevin led them both down a back service passage, through an empty hall then out to a rear entrance. Holding the staggering Karen tight, he checked frantically to make sure Mum was out of sight, then waved to the passing traffic. "TAXI!" he yelled.
 
The anorak he placed on her naked body did fall to her thighs and the hood covered her long red hair as well as parts of her face from certain angles. As they walked, long streaks of cum trickled down her inner thighs and down her legs, some even dropping on to the floor leaving a trail.

Her entire body weight was shifting on to his shoulder, using him to keep upright. Walking in her heels they clapped against the floor before they reached the back entrance and he hailed a cab. Sperm was sitting on top of her face, it hadn't even been wiped off before they moved. She was looking like a hooker he had picked up off the street and no one even noticed it was Karen who had been missing a long time now. The media had feared she was dead, although some still had hope.
 
This is crazy, thought Kevin with mad, light-headed giggles. For the first time in his life, he was going on an adventure, just like the Doctor. Mum could go get fucked - he was going to be a new man from now on - he had regenerated!

The mid-morning gloom was damp and miserable. A desultory trickle of traffic slid and hissed along the slippery road. Kevin looked about wildly as elation fought with panic. He was sure Mum would have gone inside the hall, if not now then very soon. If she even suspected he was trying to do a runner, then things would be very nasty indeed. But if he could get home and get some stuff together quickly, then they could escape to France, and from there anywhere was possible. Images of them living in married domesticity in some small French town raced through his pounding head.

Finally, a taxi appeared like a black bulbous angel from the hazy rain. Kevin tucked Amy under one arm and waved crazily with the other, bringing the cab to a slow and seemingly reluctant stop on the roadside. With a final backwards look, Kevin half-threw Karen into the back then ducked in after her, quickly burbling out directions home.

"Easy there, mate," drawled Anshul, for he it was! "Say that again and-" Turning around lazily, he suddenly realized who it was sitting there. Swallowing hard, he listened as Kevin repeated the directions. "O-ok mate," he tightly trying desperately not to show he knew her. "How ya going, luv?" he said, smirking at Karen in the rear-view as they headed off into traffic.
 
Karen fell on to the same taxi seating that Anshul took advantage of her on. Her cum drenched face stuck to the leather material as it acted like a glue. "Urrrghhhh" Amy moaned as the driver made verbal contact with her. She hadn't noticed who it was after being shoved in to the car. Her naked body was cold underneath the jacket her 'boyfriend' gave her, it was very pale and whilst she shivered and leaked sperm from all of her holes, including her mouth. Closing her eyes, she started to fall asleep due to the exhausting marathon she had just participated in. Every muscle ached and her lungs needed time to relax and reenergise after being taught how to hold their breath.

What Karen didn't know was that she was in the company of two men who wanted her badly and would do anything to be with her.
 
Anshul was stunned for a moment. He has assumed Karen was long gone. Many anxious weeks had passed while he had watched the news stories about her. Sometimes his blood ran cold as mention of a cab appeared in them, but nothing was ever connected to him. Returning to driving the streets, he had contented himself with his memories and her relics - he still had her purse.

So the sudden return of her, looking even more traumatized since when they had last met, hit him like a slap in the face. He looked at Kevin and sized him up, immediately resolving to get him out of the cab and reclaim Karen. The surging return of his desire to enslave her was an instant intoxicant, and blinded him to all reason. Without thinking he reached under his cab to grab the small pistol he had started carrying since the night he raped Karen. Turning about quickly he pointed it directly in Kevin's face and snarled "Get out of my cab, fat bastard! Now! Get out now!"

A silence big enough to fill an opera hall was squashed into the idling cab as Anshul's words sunk in. Then with a maddened, animalistic howl Kevin leaped forward and completely freaked the adrenalin-crazed driver. His cry of shock was drowned out by the sudden cough of the pistol going off.

Acrid gunsmoke tainted the air. A clean, round bullethole had appeared just above Kevin's right eyebrow, with a turgid trickle of blood slowly rolling down His eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling, an fixed expression of utter surprise on his face. Without hesitating, he reached over the seat and opened the door by Kevin's body. Pointing the gun at the terrified Karen, he ordered her to throw the body out the car. She seemed even more pale than her usual ivy complexion. Rapidly collecting herself, she shoved Kevin's body out with some serious grunting effort.

Pressing the gun tight to Karen's temple, Anshul stroked her scarlet locks and purred "Reunited by kismet, my darling! Now you will NEVER escape Anshul's dungeon! Slamming the door shut again, he kept the gun fixed on Karen as he slowly began to drive off, with his gazed on her closely fixed in the rear-view mirror.
 
'BANG'

An echo filled the small cab space and the surrounding area before slowly dying. The noise made Karen sit up straight and wake her up from her exhausting sleep. Looking ahead, she saw the man who had started her nightmare. Panicking, she shook her head quickly trying to back in to the corner of the seat as much as she could. The small pistol pointed at her head made her regain some composure although she was still terrified.

Body? What body? Karen thought to herself as she turned to her left to see Kevin with a hole in his head. "Aghhhhhh!" The redhead screamed aloud. Both of her hands went to the sides of her head as she saw a dead body. Listening to his orders she pushed and shoved the overweight corpse as hard as she could. Her light skinny frame made it hard for her but she soon watched it fall on to the floor. When the door was shut, the gun was placed on her temple. Karen felt the hotness of the barrel after he had fired it. It warmed her skin and was just below the temperature to burn her.

Sitting back in to the seat, she was still naked with just Kevin's coat on her. Her cries filled the air and she new another nightmare was going to begin.
 
As the cab roared off into the gloomy noon glare Anshul auto-locked all the doors. He had given up entirely any chance of even seeing Karen again; to suddenly have her trapped in his back seat once more was almost too good to be true. "Praise the Gods! Praise all the fuckers!" he said, laughing with a lightheaded delight. "The ginger slut has been brought back to me. Just goes to show, eh? We are destined to be together!"

Fumbling for his radio, he logged a false report of a mechanical error and turned for home. In his elation he was more than happened to get fired for it, if it meant keeping Karen as his slave. He felt an urgent, almost desperate compulsion to get her into his basement as quickly as possible. Vivid memories of the police snatching her from him were still raw, and this time he would ensure she had no chance of any rescue.

"What was with the fatty, eh? You like fat dick? I have cousin you will love! Too bad for fatty, but you all Anshul's now! You be my wife, give me children. I rent you out as whore. And you fuck goat, too! I will make you fuck my goat!" He roared with laughter, as if it were a colossal joke. "So you just wait now, we be at my place soon!"
 
Karen didn't like what was going on. Of course she wouldn't. With dry sperm all over her naked body she wrapped the coat around her tighter to try and keep warm. This girl had been broken so many times that she didn't care anymore. She would rather it be all over.

Kicking and screaming, her bare feet were kicking at the windows after he had locked the doors. Her skinny frame tried to use brute force to smash the glass open but it was no use. She was to weak and tired. Turning her head to the driver, she leapt forward with all her Scottish might and grabbed his neck with her hands, pulling him back against the seat hoping to choke him.

This was now a different Karen to the one he had met before.
 
Anshul swore loudly in his native dialect. He had never been more surprised. Taking Karen's compliance for granted had been a serious mistake. Her screams split his head and her pounding against the window panicked him. He looked about frantically for a safe place to pull over, turning the wheel hard right and sending the taxi bouncing through a narrow side street.

Desperately stabbing at the brake with his feet, Anshul grabbed the pistol on the seat opposite. With one sweat-soaked hand puling the steering wheel aside he brought the cab up onto the pavement with a rough bump, rolling it to a gentle stop under a tree.

Anshul's stubby fingers were of little use trying to pry Karen's steely claws from around his throat. In a total maddened panic he pointed the pistol back over his shoulder, hoping to fire it off by her head to frighten her and make her loosen her grip. "Fukkenbicccch!" he snarled as he squeezed the trigger, the report of the gunshot like the wrath of God.

Unfortunately for Anshul it was not his day. In his violent struggle with Karen the pistol was bumped at the last moment, and the bullet took off the top of his head. The now very dead cabbie-turned-rapist slumped over the wheel, a look of total shock on what remained of his face. Karen now wore a large part of his skull and brains, her ears ringing and eyes blinded by cordite. But for the first time in months, she was free.
 
The echo of the gunshot was loud which nearly deafened her. It certainly put an annoying ringing in her ears as they tried to focus their hearing again. Resting back in to her chair, she wiped her face of his brains and blood, before his slumped body fell on to wheel, making the car horn go off forever.

Breathing heavily, she started to panic. The realisation of what just happened was settling in and she started to scream and cry. The cab doors were still locked and she climbed forward and tried to move his fat corpse out of the way before pressing the lock. Every door made a sound and Karen urgently got out and ran in her bare feet along the pavement. Her cum drenched hair couldn't blow in the wind as it had got all hard and sticky, creating fat locks of hair that would be hard to brush out like chewing gum.

Karen didn't know where to go. She hoped she could find something or someone. Going back to the cab she took the driver's phone and started to dial a number. "Mum? It's Karen! Mum I'm scared. I need you." The voice on the other end of the phone was frantic with worry and joy as she believed her daughter was dead.
 
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