Her Nightmare[DeRe x Alexisunderwood]

[Alexisunderwood]

Avril was tired. When one had to go through a tour and just arrived back home, one would probably feel such. She had been on your for three months and come home to do the final concert before planning to take a nice break of a month or so to get herself together again. Sure she loved performing the concerts, but who wouldn't get tired with such a life?

She walked backstage to her dressing room, her face feeling rather unpleasant underneath the makeup. She removed it with a wipe, careful to get it all before going to change into clothing she could leave in comfortable. In the end she was walking out of her dressing room in jeans, a simple shirt, her hat, shoes, and bag in hand. She made sure she wore sunglasses as she exited the back of the venue, waving bye to her manager. If she were caught without sunglasses, things could get bad.

Walking down the simple alley that the door led out to, Avril walked towards the black car parked at the curve ahead of her. The light was somewhat dim though so close to a Main Street, Avril felt more than safe. She was going to go home, shower, then go to bed. Her parents weren't even in the seventeen year olds life thanks to a disagreement that occured a few years back. She was registered to be living with her aunt who was currently out of town. Avril had called her before the show and was reaching for her phone to do so again.

 

[DeRe]

The minutes ticked by like hours for Kurt and Ty. They were waiting in a white panel van parked in a black pool of shadows between streetlights. Both had their eyes fixed on an alleyway entrance, staring so hard their gaze could have melted the concrete curb. After months of preparation, they were nearing the culmination of their plan to abduct Avril Lavigne. With the moment of truth now just a few thumping heartbeats away their excitement was crackling like electricity.

Both men were casual criminals, occasional drug dealers for their local brigade of the Crips. The burly, sinister Kurt reveled in rape and violence, while the lean and intense Ty was more of a calculated torturer. The two formed a firm partnership based on their shared time in prison and a mutually beneficial balance of skills. After some years of small-time chicanery, the two had resolved to step up their game and indulge in some kidnapping-for-ransom.

“Some rich white bitch,” said Ty as they watched television at their pad, getting extremely high. “Get daddy to pay out big time, have some fun while we're at it.”

“Yeah, but who?” drawled Kurt. They surveyed a selection of possible subjects flaunting themselves on the flickering screen. Dismissing most for some reason or another, both men suddenly sat up when an Avril Lavigne video came on.

“Aw yeah, those cocksucking lips man, we got a winner,” drooled Kurt.

Ty nodded slowly in agreement. “You could bounce a quarter off that ass. Real dancer's body, small too. Bet my dick's the size of her arm.” He chuckled. “Let's do this man, let's get this bitch.”

Months later their moment had come. They watched breathlessly as Avril casually strolled from the alley towards her car. Her talking on her phone made for the perfect distraction. Trawling the van up slowly, like a looming shark, Kurt brought it almost silently alongside her. Ty then flung the door open, taking advantage of the surprise to grab the petite girl by her skinny arm and throw her into the back of the van like a limp doll. Her phone went clattering away across the sidewalk as Ty slammed the door shut and the van moved off into the night.

Being feisty and fit Avril was trying to fight back. But Ty forced her face-down on the soiled carpet of the van floor, sitting astride her to pin her down. Seizing her slender wrists he slapped on a pair of cuffs. Then grabbing a nearby sports bag he pulled out a bondage blindfold and ballgag, which he proceeded to put on the struggling girl. Finally grabbed a length of nylon and tied her ankles together, looping the rope up around her wrists to hogtie Avril tightly. When he was finished he was soaked as if he'd run a marathon. “Gotcha, bitch!” he spat. “You all ours know. Gonna make us REAL rich. And we gonna wreck your little pink ass so bad, you won't walk straight for a week.” Both then men whooped in victory as they drove on back to their hideout.

 

[Alexisunderwood]

Avril had just gotten on the phone with her aunt. Hearing the familiar hello when the van pulled up. She bought nothing of it really as paparazzi would be paparazzi and that couldn't be helped even by the best of security. She looked down as her aunt hung up by accident having clicked the end button on her phone.

When the door opened, Avril had expected cameras, not a man who pulled her in. Her first response was shock as she didn't know what was going on until she saw what he had in his hands via the reflection in the window. She didn't cry out, but struggled as she tried to call for help, or for them to let her go. When she heard the ringing of her phone, she moved to reach for it only to find she was incapable to.

When the gag became present, Avril stopped her struggling of calling out. Their words scared her, but she also didn't believe that they would or could do anything. There wasn't that little luck in her world that she would be kidnapped by lunatics, right?

She struggles, uncomfortable in the way she was being forced to be. She breathed deeply, looking for some way, any way to get out of the horrible situation. Her parents wouldn't know, neither would the fans. Her aunt would wonder what's going on but would perhaps believe her to be mad that she had accidentally hung up... Things looks rather bad to Avril making her sick to her stomach as she tried to get the blindfold off using her shoulder. If she could see where she was going, things would be a lot easier.

 

[DeRe]

Ty licked his lips as he looked over the struggling Avril. Her youthful, nubile body strained in her tight bonds. The starched white shirt was stretched across the firm, high mounds of her breasts, emphasizing their roundness. Her blue denim jeans seemed to be painted over her perfect little butt, the curves smooth and hard. As she struggled her shirt rode up and exposed her taunt white belly, with a glittering bellybutton ring blinking bright.

He saw she was trying to shake off her blindfold, and was impressed by at how feisty and focused she seemed. Tightening the blindfold further, he then pinched her nose shut and slapped her face. Unable to breathe through the ballgag, Avril began to choke. Several more slaps landed on her reddening cheeks. After a minute of this, Ty finally released her nose. Chuckling to himself, he purred in her ear "You gonna be a good girl now, here?"

Rolling Avril over onto her side, he tore open her shirt. Her luscious boobs bounced in a simple white bra. Kurt started cursing from the seat, warning Ty not to fuck her yet. "Just getting a feel of the meat, K" Ty said as he ran his callused hands all over Avril's milky-white skin. Popping the top of her jeans, he plunged his hand inside her panties and brushed his fingers across her pussylips. "Bitch is smooth as, man. She gonna be so tight."

"Well don't get too carried away, fucker!" snarled Kurt. "Smoke some more shit or something. Get some photos. Just don't go sticking anything in her before we get the bitch back home!" He glanced ahead nervously through the highway's traffic. "'Nother fifteen minutes, we there."

 

[Alexisunderwood]

She couldn't breath. She couldn't get free, she was trapped in more ways than one. Avril had stopped moving as she couldn't breath, struggling with her lungs instead. She went limp as she was release, trying to catch her breath as much as possible in her time of difficulty.

When she was moved, she held her breath, unsure what was to come before feeling the air on her naked chest. She gasped slightly in the shock of the moment before she felt her jeans open. These men were crazy. She had been threatened before sure, but never had anything happened to her.

Her stomach tightened and she felt sick as she felt his hands on her. She wouldn't cry, it wasn't the first time someone has felt her, though it is the first time they've already said they were going to do more. She hoped that there was something she could do to keep herself from facing such a thing.

Avril tried to breath in through her mouth but coughed as she couldn't get air in and resorted to her nose. When she tried to speak, no words came out. Her hands balled into fists as she tried to not move or respond to his touch. He had told her she ended to be a good girl otherwise he would hit her basically. That seemed like a better punishment than his current pleasure. She had fifteen minutes to try and convince them, get them from raping her, get them from keeping her. She prayed her shirt was still going to be wearable after this, escaping would be easier in her in that case.

 

[DeRe]

Ty was almost beside himself in delight. Despite Kurt's angry injunctions he couldn't help himself fingering Avril with one hand while slapping her face several times with the other. Her cheek flushed red as beads of sweat broke over her brow. Giggling like a kid on Christmas morning, the burly gangster cupped her round bra-clad breasts, juggling and squeezing them slightly. "Man, normally I like a little meat on my bitches, but you got it all right her girl," he groaned as he groped and mauled her nubile curves. Unable to contain himself further, he seized and suddenly tore off her bra. Avril's milky-white boobs burst forth, small pink nipples shining bright against the ivory flesh.

"Aw shit, man!" yelled Kurt. "Leave off now already, we don't wanna ruin her yet!"

Ty pinched and rolled her nipples in his fingers, delighting and bruising and slapping Avril's firm but tender tits. "Shut up fucker! I'm just playing with her tits. Fuck, man, they're like little rock cakes, it's the shit." Leaning in close to her ear, he whispered "Later one, I'm gonna bite them so hard they'll bleed. I love that!" and kissed her on the cheek.

"Fuck!" spat Kurt. "Fuck fuck! Drink drive checkpoint. Cover her up, now!"

A sudden chill of horror flashed over Ty. It would be a nightmare to have come so far just to lose everything to some shitty beat cops. He threw a filthy tarpaulin over Avril, then sat on top of her. "Keep still girl, or I'll fucking stab you" he growled.

 

[Alexisunderwood]

Avril had stopped responding. She didn't want to give diner man any satisfaction to see her discomfort and dread of what was going on. She'd probably be silent even if there was no gag in her mouth. They probably wanted her to beg, to grovel, to sob please of freedom that would never come so long as they thought she was a fun toy.

When she was entirely exposed in the front, Avril gasped again, bt choked as she tried to take in air at the surprise rush of cold air and hands. She squeezed her eyes shirt, praying that it stops though it doesn't. When he whispers in her ear, Avril feels sick to her stomach as she hunches over slightly. She wasn't sure if he was telling the entire truth though she believed him.

When they reached the checkpoint, Avril felt hope rise in her before hearing the command. She felt better at least being covered and sat on. She couldn't breath properly and her ribs felt like they were breaking under the mans weight. She tried to get him off momentarily before hearing his command and stopping. He'd stab her, perhaps kill her... But it was he only chance to get free. Avril doesn't east time as she tries to moved her fingers enough to draw attention considering her captors attention was directed forward. Of the cop saw her moving, he could help her. If he didn't, Avril would be in a lot of pain soon enough.

She thought of her other chances, groping for something to get her out of there but not coming up with anything. Her breasts already hurt from what the man had already done, the roughness not something she had ever experienced before.

 

[DeRe]

Kurt swallowed hard as he crawled the van to the checkpoint. Of all the fucking nights to be pulled over! The shifty bagman looked dodgy enough in innocent daylight; to the harsh eyes of a CHP trooper at night he was pure criminal. He shot off a grateful prayer that at least he hadn't been drinking today. Easing in alongside and rolling to a stop, he politely took the breath test and desperately tried not to look as guilty as he felt. The flickering red and blue lights flashed around the van, nearly blinding him after the gloom of the empty road.

In the back, Ty remained completely still, sitting atop Avril with the full force of his bulk pinning her in place. He was sweating anxiously, crouching in the shadow and hoping the flickering police lights didn't reveal anything in the back. It would take little excuse for the CHP troopers to pull them over and ruin everything, as he knew from bitter experience. Barely a breath escaped him, except for an urgent whispered threat to Avril: "Try anything and you're fucking dead!".

The test passed smoothly enough. Exhaling long and slow, Kurt moved the van forward again as they rolled through the checkpoint. The alternating blue and red flash of the lights faded into the distance. Both men laughed in relief, whooping at their close call.

"Not long now, girl," drooled Ty.

 

[Alexisunderwood]

Avril felt her breathing speed up as she realized she had no hope. She stopped moving and closed her eyes, giving up on the blue and red lights as they continued on. The stench from the carpet was somewhat nauseating. Avril tried to remember what to do, whatshe was taught to do when it came to being kidnapped. Do what you were told and wait for help. Only one problem, nobody knew she needed it.

Avril felt bare in just her jeans and tattered shirt. She felt exposed and perhaps seemingly inviting to the men though she didn't want them in any way shape or form, except for them to let her go. Maybe she could work a deal with them, if only they took the gag from her mouth. She prayed they did before they did anything she would regret.

Taking a deep breath she waits, waits for what is to come whether it be good or bad though she prayed to god it was good. Her hands hurt from struggling in the cuffs and she decided to try a new approach. She would go down fighting. They could try to rape her, but she would give them a hard time about it.

 

[DeRe]

The final minutes felt like hours, rolling past slowly as they turned off the freeway and drove into their home neighborhood. Bathed in orange light, the whole area was devoid of life, a jarring change from the busy city. Both men relaxed considerably and started and laughing and joking in relief. Finally they arrived at their safehouse, an isolated garage sitting in a pool of light alone in a giant sea of night. Kurt activated the roller door and they slid inside the musty concrete shed as Ty cooed to Avril "Home sweet home, girlfriend! Maybe not what you're used to though, huh?" He undid the loop connecting her wrists and ankles, releasing her from the painful hogtied position.

He half-carried, half-dragged her out of the van into the shed. It was colder than outside, and stunk of innumerable foul smells. Various chains and nasty-look implements lined the walls. Ty pulled the struggling Avril over to a chain in the corner, lashing it to her wrists and pulling it taunt to bring her into a strappado position. Kurt turned a wheel on the wall that brought her up to her tiptoes, shoulders stretching painfully.

Both men took a moment to regard the hanging, topless teen. Then Ty steeped forward and pulled off her blindfold. As she blinked beneath the scorching strobe light, he jeered "Surprise!"

 

[Alexisunderwood]

Avril was now not just cold, but freezing in the garage. Her initial reaction when she was dragged out was to try to walk though she was more so dragged along. She wasn't extremely excited when she felt her hands being moved about before being raised. The way they were raised was extremely painful and Avril remembered something about it from her studies. It was a torturesd method... She probably had a lot more coming her way.

She didn't try to struggle in the chains for fear of entertaining the men when her breasts moved, but she couldn't help but try to keep her shoulders from getting out of place. Her toes ere the only thing keeping her from that pain.

When the blindfold came off, Avril stared at the men in front of her for a moment before catching sight of the walls and feeling even more sick. What looked like instruments of torture, chains that could go anywhere, and other things she didn't even know of. There was a small box in the corner that might have held clothes for her thuough she was almost positive they wouldn't be good ones, or clothes that actually covered her.

She imagined what she looked like standing there, her bra disappeared in the van, her short torn to look more like a button up shirt with no buttons, and her jeans wide open, her underwear slightly askew and revealing slightly too much. She looked down slightly only to see her breasts turning a deep purple as they bruised, spots from his fingers visible.

She closed her eyes as she tried to think what to do, how to handle this, how to survive this.

 

[DeRe]

All was silent for a moment as they two gangsters admired their dangling prey. Only the soft crackle of the blinking strobe made any sound. Ty cupped her breasts, tweaking and twisting them as Kurt walked around behind her. As Ty mauled her firm little tits Kurt proceeded to pull down her jeans down around her ankles then throwing them to the side of the room. Both men had by now began laughing and gurgling with pleasure, almost to themselves, and they reveled in Avril's helpless fear. Grabbing the strap of her panties firmly in his hand, Ty then pulled them off with a single tug, the loud snap of the elastic band echoing in the hollow concrete room. Other than her ragged shirt Avril was now hanging naked between her captors.

Her taunt body was pulled tight by the chain. As her muscles strained her firm little boobs bounced and Ty almost squealed with pleasured. "Man, I look them little pink nipples!" Kurt knelt down, kneading her rock-hard asscheeks as if they were loaves of bread. Slowly but firmly he inserted his thumb a few centimeters into her ass, twisting and working the tiny hole. As Avril howled into the gag, Ty grabbed a car aerial from a nearby bench, extended it full length, then began lashing her already abused tits. Her cries of pain redoubled, muffled by the gag as shining drool streaked narrow chin.

After a few minutes of this torture, they suddenly seemed to snap out of a trance and realize what was swinging between them. They got naked rapidly. Ty grabbed her toned thighs, and with a single smooth thrust plunged deep into her dry tight pussy. He hurt her in a place she had never known existed, her tiny pink box utterly crushed by a foot of black cock. At the same time Kurt slid slow but firmly into her ass, grunting and sweating with the serious exertion. He gripped her hips firmly and threw his weight behind every stroke as they screwed her in tandem.

 

[Alexisunderwood]

Avril's eyes flew open at their ouch again. She wondered why they weren't going to at least allow her a chance to make a deal as that was what a lot of kidnappers did, right? Instead they immediately went to torturing her in their own sick and twisted way.

When her breasts were abused by hand, they were already in enough pain that it wasn't incredibly terrible. When her butt was abused however, she felt it in the muscles. It felt as if he was pushing rocks into her muscles making her tighten up in response only to feel more pain.

When something went inside her for the first time, Avril gasped, then choked again on the gag. It hurt as it stretched causing her to try to struggle in getting him out but ultimately held in place by him being inside her. Distracted, she hadn't noticed the relieve her breasts had gotten momentarily before the man came back, practically whipping her with some car part she recognized but never thought of to use in such a manor. A few wealth of blood appeared over her beasts and she didn't know what was hurting more.

All of a sudden, both men stopped. Both men were stripping down in front of her making her sick all of a sudden. What did they have in mind exactly? There was only a few places they could go into and Avril was terrified of their coming choice until they plunged into her causing her to almost double over before feeling something in her shoulder pop slightly and finding herself unable to straighten up. She was leaning in the man as he was pumping inside of her, unable to get away or off, her mauled breasts rested just below the mans chest. Her head rested there too as she tried to gain strength to get away.

She felt tears come on, her throat now not serving her after a night if work and then screaming. It all hurt so much. She had imagined waiting until finding someone don't but was now getting fucked by two strangers who abused her.

What would they do when they were done? The question rang through Avril's mind. Would they let her go? Sell her? Make her a pet? A slave? She shivered in pain and fear as they seemed relentless as well. She has imagined that sex would be something that made you warm inside l, but this... Rape, made her in so much pain, the old notion seemed like a terrible thing to say just to make her believe things could be good.

She tried to speak, tried and softly had her words muffled. Psys just needed to get them to stop and listen, maybe their cruelties would reduce.

 

[DeRe]

The sound of flesh slapping flesh rang around the hollow concrete room, punctuated by the steady gasps and groans of the two vigorous rapists. Avril's howls and pleas were swallowed by the gag as her nubile body was pounded like raw meat. Crushed by the sheer physical size of these men, the impact of their powerful bulk bruised and battered her as much as their agonizing penetrations. It was like a workout of the more degrading and humiliating kind. Everyone of her taunt muscles were stretched to the extreme by the strappado, her shoulders screaming in pain as she was jerked about like a marionette on a string.

Ty stared hard into her tear-brimmed eyes, enjoying the sight of her reddened cheeks as she grew flushed with exertion and sweat. Her chin shone with drool while black streaks of mascara gave her cute girlish face the aspect of a ragged whore. The soft fold of her pussy folded around his raging, rigid cock like a velvet pocket. It pulsed as he fucked her ever harder and deeper. But the intensity of the moment was too strong for him and he finally came with a series of guttural grunts. Pulling out and staggering back slightly, he leered in triumph at Avril. "What you got to say, bitch?" he said as he undid and pulled off her ballgag.

Meanwhile Kurt continued to tear her ass, taking deep long strokes that pushed his meat all the way in. Her tightness was beyond anything he'd every experienced. Digging his hands in like claws into prey, he swallowed down a guttural groan and tried to increase the tempo of his punishment. Slapping her tight white ass cheeks hard, he watched as they rippled, the ivory skin a sharp contrast to his ebony one. At last he too came, blowing a long loud load into her ravaged asshole before he also stepped aside to recover.

 

[Alexisunderwood]

Avril felt beaten. A feeling she had never had before as her body was entirely ruined it felt like. She felt helpless and hopeless that she couldn't talk with the men to try to get out, couldn't get any opportunity to see if they could possibly trade with her anything in the world in order to free her from this hell hole.

When the one up front came out of her, the pressure between her thighs ceased and a constant throbbing took up its pace. The man behind her though continued and her focus was on him as his nails dug into the flesh at her hips causing her the gasp slightly, able to as she panted heavily from the exertion that was forced on her. When he too left her, the only remaining constant terrible pain was that of her dislocated shoulder.

"Please... Whatever you want, money, fame, anything, please I can arrange for it if you just give me a phone and stop all this..." She says as she tries to pull herself up to fix her shoulder. She felt bare and stupid in front of these men as they stood, as if toying with her as they eyed her naked frame.

 

[DeRe]

Avril's words were weak and plaintive, the whimpers of a terrified girl. They felt from her bright pink lips and fell hard on the cold concrete floor. Kurt and Ty just laughed, greeting her desperate pleas with cruel cackling. Both men were naked and glowing with sweat, pacing around the suspended Avril like hungry beasts reviewing a prize hunk of meat. Her shining ivory flesh burned bright white in the stark strobe light.

“We don't need nothing from you, bitch” chortled Ty. “We got everything we need, swinging right her in fronta us. You're going nowhere, and you better get used to it.” He picked up the car aerial again and dangled it under her nose. “Remember this?” With a snarl he began lashing her pert tits again as they bounced beneath the blows. “The more shit you talk, you more whipping you get. You gotta start acting like a slave now, white girl.”

Ty then undid her bonds, allowing her to fall painfully down onto her knees. “Dance, girl, like you do in your little videos,” he sneered. “Stand up and get dancing, or we gonna fuck you again.”

 

[Alexisunderwood]

Avril couldn't help but let out a soft cry as she was whipped. The small a lets of blood on her breasts were joined by a few more. Upon being released, she fell to the ground almost dead weight. Her ankles still chained, she couldn't run. Her wrists hurt however as did her breasts and lower body.

She looked up weakly as she was commanded to dance but knew it wouldn't be possible. She hurt so badly where they had just been and upon trying to even get into a sitting position, cried out. She couldn't sit up let alone stand by herself in her current condition though she certainly didn't want them to continue raping her.

She had guessed right when she had thought they may make her a slave. More likely though they considered her a body slave and nothing more. "I can't stand," she whispers as she struggles to, her head down as she tries to push her beaten and battered form off the ground. She tried to hunch her shoulders, hoping her tattered shirt would cover her bleeding breasts so she was at least somewhat covered. "I'll do anything I can to keep you both out, but I can't stand," she whispers as she looks up at them pleadingly.

 

[DeRe]

Kurt went over to one of the tool-crowded tables in the corner of the room. He was wearing nothing but his sneakers. From amongst the clutter he produced a small but oldish video camera, designed to record on VHS tapes. After loading a blank, and turning own the small torch that was crudely taped to the top, he began to film the broken Avril, all the while jeering her. "C'mon girl! You know what daddy wants to see." He circled her slowly, all the while keeping the camera fixed on her stark white body.

Ty grabbed a ragged old robe hanging from a nearby hook. It was once royal purple lined with gold, like a boxer's robe, but was long since tattered and faded. Lighting up a cigarette, he stood over Avril and stared down balefully. Flicking a little ash down onto her, he spoke with a cold and forceful voice. "You better get moving girl, or you gonna be sorry". Taking up his knife he cut her ankles free. "Now stand up and get dancing, bitch!"

 

[Alexisunderwood]

Avril watched the mans face as he danced about joyfully at her prescense. She didn't look at the camera and certainly no lower than his neck. She saw out of the corner of her eyes he other fellow getting what looked like a robe and her hopes of being covered dashed as he put it on. She hurt so much and could feel everything pulsing and throbbing painfully down in the nether regions of her body.

Avril's shoulder fell into place when one of the men accidentally or purposefully hit it. She cried out softly than heard the one in the robes command to get up and dance yet again. Avril shakes her head weakly before looking up at him. "I can't stand. Please, I'll beg, but I can't do anything standing if I can't get up becuase you both went in me!" She says, her voice raising and practically shouting in her anger, fear, pain, and sadness. Her somewhat blonde hair draped over her shoulders and had a few spots of blood from where it had touched her mauled breasts.

 

[DeRe]

Ty frowned tightly at the desperate and shouting Avril. She wasn't performing as he had intended, and the fantasy he had planned to enact was suffering as a result. The viciously feisty streak he thought defined the singer appeared to be lacking. Grimacing with a mix of frustration and anger, he grabbed a cattle prod from the nearby table of torture tools. It was two feet long, charged with a powerful electric bolt.

As Kurt continued to film, chuckling away contentedly to himself, Ty walked to Avril and stood over her with the prod in his hand. "Look at me, bitch. Look at me." He waited until she raise her face to his, her piercing blue eyes locked with his bottomless black ones. Without warning he jabbed the prod into her leg, firing off an incredibly painful but only momentary jolt. "Now then, either you get to dancin', or I'm gonna make you dance with my little stick here!" He proceeded to shock her again and again as she scurried away from him across the floor.

 

[Alexisunderwood]

"Bastard," Avril had whispered as he had come to her with the rod. It hurt everytime, more than the last. She moved away but only moved away so far before she was next to a table. She looked up at the man. "When I said I can't get up, I can't. You two bastards both did something to me that made it so I can't stand," Avril responds with the same tone. She takes a deep breath however and looks to the table.

She raises her arms even though fire races down one. She grasps the edge of the table and uses it to pull herself up, leaning against the wall as she does so to stay up. She looks at the man, standing a struggle and extremely painful. She takes a deep breath, the candle prod hurt a lot worse than dancing probably. With that, she just moved her hips with her head down, unable to do much more.

 

[DeRe]

Ty chortled with sadistic scorn. "Girl, you never got the makings of dancer, that's for real." He place the prod down carefully back on the table, and grabbed both of Avril's arms firmly from behind. His raging cock prodded up like an iron rod against her lower back. Nodding at Kurt, he drawled "This bitch need some proper stimulation. Crank up the pipe there and bring it over, let's give her a hit."

Kurt smiled at the suggestion. He took out a blackened crackpipe and a bag of the crystalline nuggets from his pocket. He stuffed a cone full with the powerful substance, then walked over to stand in front of Avril. Ty reached around and pinched her nose as Kurt thrust the pipe between her pink lips like a hot glass dick. Firing up a lighter and applying it to the cone, he hiss at her "Ever had this shit, white girl? This'll get you dancing."