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Told in 3 parts, all posted here. (MF, nc, rp, v, drugs, celeb- parody) *** PART 1 I sat at my kitchen table in the morning, thumbing through the newspaper. It was a sunny January day in Nashville, the snow from the previous week was finally melting away. My wife was rushing to get ready for her work trip as I turned to the sports section. "I've got to go Nick, see you tomorrow night." She kissed me and rushed out the door. I read through and saw an article that caught my attention. 'Two Nashville Predators Head to Russia Today for World Challenge' was the headline. I wasn't a huge hockey fan, but I read it anyway. To my surprise, I found out that one of the players, Mike Fisher, was one of the two. I knew of Mike Fisher since he was married to the celebrity that I had fantasized about more than anyone, Carrie Underwood. I live one mile from their large house just outside the city and had seen them out together in public several times. As I continued to read, it said that Carrie would not be joining him in Russia and would be staying home alone for the two weeks that he would be gone. Many thoughts ran through my head, watching Carrie in my mind. The first being her alone, in her bed with a stray finger or two finding its way below her waist. My cock grew in my pants as I imagined her roughly fingering herself. I couldn't contain myself so I pulled my pants down and began to jerk off. As I was jerking off, my mind changed from an image of Carrie fingering herself to an image of her getting fingered by me. Later in the daydream I went on to fuck her hard, making her cry in ecstasy as I pounded her. I could feel myself getting closer to cumming, so I changed the image in my head to her face coated in my thick white cum and came instantly. As I cleaned my cum off the table, an idea hit me. I knew where she lived, that I would be alone for the night and so would she. I got dressed in my workout clothes, packed a bag full of essentials and headed out. I got in my car and drove towards the Fisher/Underwood residence, parking a block away. Pulling out my binoculars, I saw the couple loading bags in to the taxi in the driveway. She gave her husband a kiss before he entered the taxi and headed for the airport. I got out of my car and started power walking down the side walk. She stood at the end of the driveway and watched as the taxi pulled away. I got close to her as she turned around to head back inside. We exchanged 'good morning's before I walked away and she headed inside the house. I turned around and watched her walk, my eyes locked on her ass stuffed into a tight pair of jeans. I had nowhere to be, so I stayed in the area to see if anyone arrived or if she left. I snacked on the food that I had packed and whipped out my laptop since I needed something to occupy my time and hide the fact that I was stalking. Day became night and night grew darker as I sat in my car. It was around midnight when I saw the lights in the house begin to go out. It was time for Carrie to fall peacefully asleep alone, or at least she thought. I waited a half an hour after the last light went out before grabbing my bag and slowly making my way towards the house. I sneaked around back and started to pick the lock at the back door. I quickly broke the lock and entered the house (I'm not ashamed to admit, but I spent time in jail for breaking and entering in the past and had not forgotten how to pick a lock). I didn't know the layout of the house, but common sense told me that she was asleep upstairs. I crept up the stairs, careful not to make a sound and found myself in a long hallway. I slowly opened the first three doors and found a bathroom, linen closet and laundry chute room. I crept further down the hallway when I began to hear light sounds coming from the room at the end of the hall. "Could my daydream be a reality, just feet away from me?" I thought to myself as I made my way to the door. I pushed it open slowly, careful to keep it from creaking and looked in. It was too dark to see anything but the sounds painted a big enough picture. Loud moans of pleasure slipped from the singing beauty's mouth as my cock grew hard in my pants. Her moans got louder and louder before they suddenly got very quiet. I realized that the woman I had fantasized about for years had just came within feet of where I stood. It was a few minutes before I heard her begin to snore. After I realized that she was sound asleep, I slowly crept into the room and I was now standing over her. While it was dark, I could see her pretty clearly. The covers weren't covering her completely, so I could see her lacy red night gown as her chest rose and fell slowly with each breath. I stood over her for a few minutes to insure that she was sound asleep before my plan went into action. I quietly opened my bag and pulled out a bottle of chloroform and poured a good amount onto a rag. I moved slowly towards her and made my move. I shook her awake and instantly covered her face with the rag. She struggled for a few seconds before falling unconscious. I knew that she would be out for about an hour at the most, so I could take my time now. I found the lamp and lit the room. I flung the covers off of her and to the floor, now staring at her amazing body covered only by a red nightgown. I ran my hand across her thighs as I felt my cock get hard once again. I reached under her gown and felt her warm pussy. No panties covering or hair around it, her pussy was as I imagined. Now I needed to see it, so I pulled the gown up enough to see her beautiful pink pussy staring back at me. I gave it a quick rub before undoing my pants and letting my eight inch cock spring out into the open. I walked back to the side of her head and placed my cock at her mouth, running it against her lips. I ran all eight inches against her luscious warm lips and brushing against her teeth. I lightly pulled her jaw down to open her mouth. I slid my cock into her mouth and felt her tongue brush against the underside of it. It took no time before I felt a stirring within my balls. I held her mouth open a little wider, jerked off with my other hand and unloaded my warm white juices into her mouth. I watched as her body reacted and swallowed the puddle of cum. I sat next to her and stroked her hair as I recovered from my monster orgasm. After a few minutes, I put my pants back on, got down on the floor and crawled to the foot of the bed. I got up on the bed, placing my mouth inches from her pussy and reaching my tongue out to press it against her lips. My tongue slowly worked its way around her warm cunt, making contact with every inch of it. I circled around her increasingly moist pussy for a few minutes before I felt a small stirring on the bed. I looked up and saw her begin to come to. She looked around for a few seconds, still dazed, before she looked down at me and began to look worried. I got up and threw my hand over her mouth before she could scream. I reached down into my bag and pulled out a hunting knife. I held to her throat as her eyes grew wide. "Make one loud sound and I will cut your fucking head off." I said lightly. I pulled my hand away from her mouth. "Who are you and what do you want?" She asked as her voice shook. "I'm the guy who's here to do whatever I want. By the way, how did my cum taste?" She looked confused as she put her hand to her mouth. She felt a dry spot on her chin and stiffened up. "You came on me?" "No, I came in your mouth and I guess a spot got left over." She began to cry as she realized what had happened. I moved back to her pussy and began to run my finger around her clit. She quickly brought her legs up to her body and held her knees tight. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I shouted as she stared at me with tears running down her face. "Put your legs back where they were right now!" She did not respond, so I got up and stood next to her. I gave her one quick backhand to the face, causing her to hold her face in her hands. I roughly grabbed and separated her legs and shoved two fingers hard into her tight cunt. She screamed as she felt me violate her violently. I fucked her with my fingers at a rough and rapid pace, causing the sounds of my palm slapping against her bare lips to fill the room. She cried louder and louder as she felt me get deeper and deeper into her. I would find out in a few seconds why she was crying louder. I felt the inside of her pussy began to tighten around my hand and get much wetter as my pace stayed rapid. Her body stiffened up but quickly relaxed as it betrayed her, releasing her succulent warm juices to cover my hand. I slowed down my pace and eventually removed my soaking wet hand from her pussy. I got up and moved to her head. "Lick my fingers clean you little cunt!" She stared at me and did nothing. I raised my dry hand above my head, causing her to take my wet hand into her mouth and began to lick it clean. Once she was done, I pulled out of her and she stared up at me. She could sense what was coming next as her eyes panned down to my pants, where she saw the bulge sticking out. "Please no...I'm married...I can't do that." She began to cry again. "I'm married too and I don't care. You're gonna get fucked and you're gonna like it." I said to her. "Please, I can give you money, jewelry, ANYTHING just please don't rape me." She begged. "I don't want your money or your jewelry, all I want from you is your sweet pussy." She continued to try and pay me off as I took my shirt off and threw it to the ground. I grabbed hold of her night gown and pulled it over her head as she fought to keep it on. After a struggle, I ripped the gown in two and eventually pulled all of it off of her. We were now both naked as her begging got more intense, trying to do anything to prevent me from raping her. "Spread your legs and shut the fuck up!" I snapped. She didn't listen so I again raised my hand over my head. She didn't stop so she received another backhand to the face causing her again to cover up, tears now flowing. I roughly spread her legs open and positioned my cock at her opening. "Where's your condom?" She asked, scared. I didn't answer her as I forced all eight inches deep into her cunt. She was loudly sobbing as I started slowly fucking her. As I picked up my pace, she stared up at the ceiling while tears flowed down her cheeks as this stranger was raping her in her own bed. She lost herself and slapped me across the face. I stopped fucking and pulled out of her. I got up off the bed, got next to her face and sat down. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to meet me eye-to-eye. I stood up and dragged her up as well. "That was a BIG fucking mistake you fucking whore." I held her and kneed her hard in the cunt three times. She cried hysterically as she fell to the ground in pain. She curled up into a ball with her back to me. I took a step back and kicked her hard in the back, causing another loud scream to come from her. Lucky for me, she lived in an area with the houses spread out, so she could scream all she wants because she couldn't be saved. I grabbed her again by the hair and threw her back on the bed as she was hyperventilating from the pain. I spread her legs again and quickly resumed fucking her. The pain was immense as her wounded pussy was violated by my thick hard cock. The sound of my cock rushing in and out of her soaked hole filled the room as her cries died down, probably as the pain was too intense to waste any energy crying. She lay there with her eyes shut and a look of pain on her face as I pounded away at her abused cunt. I pulled out of her and rolled her on her stomach. I re-inserted my cock into her pussy and slammed into her. The bed was creaking loudly as my body crashed down on hers, causing more pain to her back. I wasn't obese but I wasn't at an average weight either, so the extra pounds falling on her back that had taken a hard kick just minutes prior didn't help her. She buried her face into the pillow and sobbed into it as thought of her husband and how she felt she was disappointing him. She wished that he was here to protect her, knowing that this would never have happened if Mike was here. I kissed her neck as my pace stabilized. She groaned in sad disgust as I kissed her neck around from side- to-side. She fought so hard to prevent her body from betraying her once again, but to no avail as her body tightened up again and she came once more. She hated herself as she felt a warm puddle forming under her abused crotch. I could feel that I wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer as her pussy clenching around my cock had started my semen to stir within. "You ready?" I whispered into her ear. She responded only with a groan. I slapped the back of her head and demanded an answer from her. "Never!" She barked back. I forced her face back into the pillow. "Well, too damn bad." As I said "bad", my cock shot load upon load of cum deep into her womb. She moaned in disgust as the last few drops fell into her. I lay there motionless on top of her as my cock softened up and slipped out of her beaten pussy. She curled up in a ball and began to sob again as I got up and gathered my clothes back on. I sat next to her once again. "Obviously I know where you live...you tell ONE person about what happened, I will come back here and kill you and your husband. Then I'll fuck your dead body and bury you in a place where you won't be found. You keep your mouth shut and I will stay away forever. What's it gonna be Carrie?" She raised her head and sniffled. "I don't want anyone, especially my husband, to know that I got raped. I won't say anything just please leave." "No, I wouldn't feel right without cleaning you up first." I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. I placed her in the shower with her back to me. She was expecting me to turn the water on, but I had other plans. While she stared at the wall I unzipped my pants, grabbed my cock and started to piss on her back. She didn't turn around but knew what was happening. Her head hung down as she felt my warm piss hit her in the back and flow down to her ass. I aimed up and soaked her lovely blonde hair before shaking the last few drops from my cock. I turned the water on and rinsed her off for a few minutes. I dried her off with a towel and carried her back to the bed. I covered her up and started to walk out of the room. I saw a jewelry box, a safe and a key sitting on the dresser. I took the key and unlocked the safe. Sitting in front of me now was a stack of money that looked to be worth about $5,000. "You know, I'll take you up on that money and jewelry offer." I took all the money, the jewelry box and the key in my bag. I walked over to her and kissed her forehead before turning the lamp off and heading home. PART 2 I made my walk that night, heading towards the house. It had been one year since I last saw her and I wondered if she remember what September 23rd meant to the two of us. I had no idea what I would do or say to her when I saw her, but I knew that she would remember who I was. Her husband was away on another hockey tournament overseas and my wife was away on another long business trip. The planets aligned for the anniversary to be very special. I arrived at 8pm and looked in the driveway, only seeing her car. I assumed that she was alone but I needed to be sure before I showed my face. I snuck around to the side window and peeked in and saw her, still as beautiful as the night I robbed her of her dignity. She was wearing a grey tank top and pair of red sweatpants. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, the blonde hair longer than I remembered. Little did she know that this would not be an ordinary Sunday night. The window was to the side of her chair but she was at an angle where she would need to turn to see me. On the television was a football game, but she was too busy looking at her iPad to care. She stopped a few times to take a sip of her beer and look at the TV before going back to the iPad. I quietly made my way back around to the front of her large house and stood at the front door. I wondered if I should knock or just barge in, but I was unsure about alarms or other security they might have so I knocked on the door. "Be right there!" She yelled out, obviously not thinking it might be the man who raped her knocking. I heard the door unlock and she pulled the door open, originally with a smile on her face. The smile turned into a nervous, shocked look. "Hello Carrie, remember me?" I asked her with a calming voice. "What are you doing here?" She asked quietly, very scared. "I was wondering if you knew what today was. Do you?" She looked confused at the question. She turned and looked at the calendar by the door. "It's September t-twenty-third, it's September 23rd." Her face turned pale as she realized the date. "That's right Carrie, remember September 23rd 2011, because I sure do." She started to fiddle around with her wedding ring as she stared at the ground. "I remember." It was all she could muster up. "Why did you do that to me?" "Easy, because I could." She looked disgusted as I said this. "Can't you please just leave me alone? I just want to forget about it." She started to close the door, but I stomped down on her bare foot causing her to stop and cry out. "Ow, that hurt!" I lightly shoved her and forced my way into her house, locking the door. I could hear her running up to me so I reached into my pocket and pulled out my six-inch blade, holding it up as I turn around. She stopped in her tracks when she saw it and froze in place. "Your husband is gone for a week and my wife is gone for two weeks, we need to spend some quality time together." I pointed the blade at her eye. "And you will do everything I want you to do. That is unless you want Mike to come home and find your pretty little body in pieces, scattered throughout the house." She started to breath heavily. "Now, let's go to the kitchen...I'm pretty hungry." I put the blade down on the table near the door. I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the kitchen. She walked over to the counter to get me a piece of the cake she baked earlier in the day while I sat at the table. With her back turned to me, I yelled out, "I want you to pull your pants off for me." She turned around and gave me a nasty look. "Hell no!" She snapped back at me. I stood up, walked over to her and gave her a hard backhand to the face, nearly knocking her over. "Maybe you didn't understand when I said "you will do everything I want you to do" earlier. Don't fucking toy around with me or I'll slice your pretty face up." I sat back down at the table. "Now pull your damn pants down." She turned back towards the counter and slowly began to pull her pants down. The red sweatpants fell to the ground, showing me her cotton white panties. I could hear her begin to sob as she put the cake on a plate and slowly turned around. I glared at the crotch of her panties as she slowly walked towards me, placing the cake on the table. She stared at me with a scared look as I ate the cake while looking her up and down. She tried to cover her crotch with her hand, but would get an angry look from me causing her to stop. When I finished the cake, she took the plate and placed it in the sink before turning back to me. "What do you want me to do now?" She asked. "I have to pee, let's go to the bathroom." I pulled her by the arm and lead her upstairs, making our way into the bathroom. I stood in front of the toilet, doing nothing, when she asked me, "What are you waiting for?" "I don't feel like pissing in the toilet." She looked confused until she remembered how our last encounter ended. "Please, don't make me do that." She begged, but to no avail. "Go into the bathtub and get on your knees." She started to cry again, not moving. "NOW!" She knelt down in the bathtub and started to remove her shirt. "Stop! I didn't tell you to take the shirt off. Leave it on." I pulled my hard cock out of my pants and pointed it at her face. My stream started to flow, hitting her on the lips. She did nothing to block the piss from her face, fearing what I would do if she did. The piss flowed down her body and completely soaked her grey tank top. The shape of her breasts became more profound as the shirt got wetter. I pointed my cock at her hair and soaked her flowing blonde hair. Her makeup ran down her cheeks, with droplets of piss dripping off of them. I let out the last few spurts on top of her head and put my cock back inside my pants. The combination of tears and piss streamed down her face as I stood over her, watching her cry in disgust. I used my hand to wipe a bit of piss of her hair and held it up to her mouth. She opened her mouth without fighting it and I slipped it in. She sucked the piss off of my fingers while looking up at me. I kept coating my hand in piss and making her suck it off for a few more minutes. "Now you can take the rest of your clothes off and shower, I don't want to fuck you while you smell like piss." She obeyed and slowly pulled her soaked shirt over her head and removed it. She wasn't wearing a bra, so I saw her beautiful glistening breasts heaving up and down as her sobbing continued. She removed her panties and was now left naked, kneeling in her shower. I turned the shower on pointed the showerhead at her. Carrie shivered as the cold water ran all over her body. She was too depressed to even stand up, so she stayed in the kneeling position as the water washed away the stink from her. After I felt she was clean enough, I turned off the shower and grabbed her robe. She wouldn't take it from my hand, so I threw it at her head. "Put the robe on and let's go!" She looked at me with a blank face as she stood up and threw the robe on. I led her back downstairs and sat her back on the chair I found her in when I was outside. She sat motionless, with only her eyes following me, as I walked around looking at the things in her den. I sat down next to her and stared directly into her eyes. "What's the matter Carrie, are you not enjoying this?" She looked down and stared at her wedding ring, not answering. I grabbed her by her left hand and yanked her closer. We were now nose to nose. "I asked you a question you little bitch, give me an answer!" I ripped the ring off of her finger and tossed it across the room. She pulled away from me and brought her knees up to her chest, hugging herself. "Why did you have to pick me? What did I do to deserve this?" She softly asked. "You didn't do anything to deserve this; you were just in the right place at the wrong time." She glared at me in disgust before looking away, hoping not to have angered me. "Can you at least just fuck me and get it over with? I didn't tell anyone the first time and I won't tell anyone this time, just do it and go." She was starting to get hysterical, so I slapped her in the face. "Like I said, your husband doesn't get back for a week. I don't want to leave you alone for a week, so it won't just be a 'fuck-and-go' situation. You're going to my little bitch for the next six days." She was shaking as those words hit her ears. I get down on the floor and moved close to her chair. I slipped my hands up her robe and spread her legs apart. Her pretty pink pussy was directly in front of me, with a small landing strip of hair above it. "But don't think I won't try to make it enjoyable for both of us." Her tears started to stop flowing as I began to feel her pussy. I started rubbing her lips slowly, causing her to moan a little. She looked down at me as my fingers made their way around her sensitive opening. She jumped a bit as my thumb brushed against her clit. I increased the pace of my hands to help get her pussy wetter. She seemed to get into it as every inch of her pussy was getting touched. I could tell that she was fighting it, small moans barely slipping out of her mouth. Her eyes were shut tightly while she pointed her head up to the ceiling. I used my other hand to slowly massage her inner thigh, her skin smooth to the touch. I spread her legs further apart and moved my face close to her wet opening. The scent of her juices were running through my nostrils, running through my body and making my cock harder. I reached up and untied her robe. She slowly wiggled her way out of the robe and was now laying naked on the chair. Her hands cupped her breasts and her back arched as my tongue made contact with her swollen lips. I licked her pussy up and down, sucking in her sweet juices. She bucked her hips against my face when I made contact with her clit. Her clit was very red and swollen by the time I got to it. I wondered if she hated herself for getting so turned on. "I think you're really starting to enjoy this Carrie." She wasn't paying attention since I was rubbing her clit while I talked. She gave up trying to hide her moans after I reattached my tongue to her clit. She wasn't overly loud, but she definitely showed how much she was enjoying it. I took two fingers and began to try to slip them into her tight hole. She let out a loud cry as my fingers inched their way in. They fit in easily since she was so wet and I began to fuck her. My fingers slid in and out, matching the movements of her hips fucking me back. This pushed my tongue harder into clit, causing her to buck harder. She reached down and pulled my fingers deeper into her cunt. Carrie was now using my hand as her own personal dildo. I went in and out at a rapid pace while sucking on her clit. She pulled me in faster and faster until she suddenly stopped and began arching her back farther. Her body began to convulse as her orgasm swept her up and took control of her body. Shake after shake, her pussy grabbing my fingers and pulling them farther in. Her sweet juices sprayed out of her cunt and coated my arm and tongue. I licked up every last drop of her cum from her pussy as she relaxed back into the couch. She ran her hands through my hair as my I finished cleaning her. "You seemed to enjoy that Carrie." She looked at me and smiled. "I haven't had a man give me oral in a long time. Mike has never gone down on me." She explained as she put the robe back on and sat up. "I forgot what it felt like. I liked it even though I still hate you." "Hate is such a strong word." I sarcastically said. "One thing though...I don't remember telling you to cover yourself." She sighed and took the robe off again, tossing it on to another chair. I approached her and gave her a hard slap to the face. "From now on when you disobey me, I will hit you harder and harder. You piss me off too many times; I'm going to start using my knife." I grabbed her by the throat. "You understand me?" She looked at me with her big hazel eyes and lightly shook her head. I removed my hand and let her catch her breath. "Go get me a beer." She obeyed my command and walked, slowly, towards the kitchen. While she was gone, I looked around the room. I was drawn to the DVD stand next to the television. I looked through and found a few different movies and TV shows, but my attention was focused on an all-white case with a hand-written "Carrie & Mike's Wedding" on the side. I slipped the case into my pocket and sat back down. Carrie walked back in carrying the beer, trying to hide her breasts behind her arms. "Thank you, bitch." I told her as I slapped her ass. She sat back down and stared at me as I quickly downed the beer and tossed the bottle towards her. Luckily for her, she was quick and attentive to dodge the bottle aimed at her head. When the bottle smashed, she quickly walked towards it to clean it up. She bent over and gave me a good look at her ass as she picked up the pieces. I got up and grabbed her by the shoulders, standing her back up straight. "I'm tired of waiting." I whispered into her ear before I threw her down hard on the ground, shoulder first. I pulled the DVD put of my pocket and loaded it into the player. "What is that?" She asked, wincing in pain as she held her shoulder. "You will see in a second." The disc loaded and the menu popped up. She knew exactly what it was. "Why are playing that?" She asked nervously as I pushed play. "I want this to remind you of the best day of your life, while I remind you of the worst day of your life." I quickly undressed, tossing my clothes onto her. She pushed them off as I got behind her and knelt down. I rolled her on her stomach and began rubbing the tip of my cock against her worn pussy. "You better keep your eyes focused on the screen while I fuck you, or I will make you pay." She began to cry as she looked at the screen and saw her husband in a tuxedo, walking towards the alter. I spat a large wad onto her pussy and slapped it before beginning to inch my cock into her. It didn't take long before all eight inches were stuffed into her tight pussy. She cried louder when I started to fuck her a little faster. I pulled her hair back to make sure that her eyes were lined up perfectly to watch her wedding on screen. Carrie was in complete hell right now. A man was raping her for the second time, threatening to kill her if she disobeys him. To make it worse, she was being forced to watch a DVD of her wedding, the most wonderful day of her life, while I abused her pussy with my large eight-inch cock. My balls slapped against her clit, causing her to flinch at the touch. I could only imagine what kind of hatred and disappointment was running through her mind. On the screen, "Here Comes the Bride" began to play and my little bitch walked out, looking amazing in her white dress, with a huge smile on her face. I looked at her face and saw the tears running down her cheeks as she openly cried watching the video. She made her way down the aisle as I grabbed her hips and started fucking her harder. I noticed when her head hung down, not looking at the screen. I slapped her back hard to get her attention. "I told you to look at the screen, not the ground, Carrie!" Her head shot back up and she focused her eyes on the screen. I grabbed the remote and turned the volume up when it came time for the vows. Mike began talking and I decided it was time to make her feel something different. I spit on her ass hole and started to slip my index finger inside it. She was getting double- penetrated while she heard her husband declare his love for her. I could hear her whispering to herself, "I'm so sorry baby." I pulled my finger out of her ass and reached under her, grabbing hold of her nipples. I gave them each a hard tweak and made her scream aloud. "No talking!" I yelled at her. She wiped tears away as her vows began to play. Her focus was 100% on the screen, hearing her own words. For a second, she let out a light giggle at the cheesy words she said during the ceremony. I was beginning to feel the cum building inside me; I knew it wouldn't be long before I came. I slowed down my pace as she watched the ring exchange and began to give their "I Do's". I picked up my pace, knowing how I wanted this to time itself. Mike said "I Do", Carrie said "I Do" (which she mouthed when she saw it.) The priest pronounced them man and wife and they began to kiss...as my cock exploded in large loads of cum deep inside her abused cunt. When the kiss ended, she began to cry again as a warm feeling was felt throughout her body. I unloaded every bit of cum that I had inside her, yelling out her name as the last few drops fell out. I collapsed on top of her and waited for my cock to soften and slip out. I rolled off of her and lay beside her as my cum oozed out of her pussy. It was obvious that she was trying her hardest to push it out of her. I slapped the back of her head. "Stop that, I came in you for a reason. Keep it in there." She ignored me and continued to force cum out of her, so I rolled her over to face me. She looked angry and punched me in the face. I held my nose as she got up and made a run for it. I quickly jumped up and chased her throughout the house. She tried to exit through the front door, but was unaware that I had locked it when I entered. The adrenaline running through kept her too wound up to focus enough and unlock the door. I ran up from behind her and used my shoulder to slam her into the door, causing her to fall down. She threw kicks and punches as I tried to restrain her, several hitting my face. As my face was getting knocked around, I spotted the blade sitting on the table. I blindly reached for it as she continued to fight me off. I finally found it and grabbed on to it, slamming it into her abdomen. She stopped fighting me as the shock and immense pain raced through her body. She looked down and saw blood pouring out of her stomach. "Oh my God! What did you do! Help me, please help me!" She was screaming hysterically. I stood over her, the bloody knife in my right hand, staring at her wound. I dropped the knife to the ground and knelt by her head. "I'm sorry it had to come to this, but you did disobey me." I grabbed the knife again and stabbed her twice more in the stomach. She whimpered as she saw her blood dripping from the knife in my hand. I got nose-to-nose with her, staring her in the eyes. "Goodbye, Carrie." As I gave her a deep kiss, I plunged the knife in the center of her throat. I removed my mouth from hers as blood began to spill out it. I held her head and again stared into her eyes, watching the life slowly fade out of her eyes. Her body gave up and she died with her head in my hands. I gently rested her head down on the ground and closed her eyelids. I ran outside and grabbed a gas can from my car. I began to pour gasoline all over the floor of the house, dumping a lot on the floor where my cum dripped out of her. I made my way to her and poured a lot on her. I led a trail of it out of the house until it ran out mid-way down the drive way. Tossing the can aside, I pulled out a matchbook and lit a match. I turned my back, dropped the match at my side and started walking towards my car to drive home. PART 3 It had been six months since that night in Nashville. The night that I will never forget. The night I brutally ended Carrie Underwood. The charred remains of the house she lived in were still standing in the lot. Her husband in a deep depression following the funeral. Her friends still in disbelief as more nauseating details of her brutal death come out by the week. Everyone knew my name, They were looking for me, wanting to slice my throat to shreds like I did hers. I disappeared immediately following the act. My wife knew nothing about my whereabouts. Friends and family publicly disowned me. Fans of Carrie wishing to send me to hell. Of course, I didn't disappear without a plan. I made my way north until I arrived where I needed to be...Wyomissing, PA. Why did I choose this particular town? Well because it the hometown of one of Carrie's best friends, Taylor Swift. After the thrill of what I did to Carrie, I needed more. Since I was now labeled a 'killer' in the public eye, what's the point of stopping? I'll be in jail forever if they find me anyway, why not just kill off more bitches so that if they catch me, they'll just kill me sooner. I sat in the woods, watching Ms. Swift's house and waiting for her to arrive. I could tell that she was out on tour or something as she has not come back home in over a week. I was about to head back to my hideout when a pair of headlights blinded me. I ducked down behind the bush and looked on. The Ferrari pulled into the driveway and the lights went out. The outside lights of the house automatically came on as she stepped out of the car. Taylor Swift stood there in a long black skirt and a white blouse with her hair done up. If she had been wearing thin glasses, she would have been dressed identically to a librarian. She looked mainly like a bitch that needed a good fucking before she died in my hands. I waited outside her house for the inside lights to switch off. It was four in the morning when her bedroom light switched off, so I grabbed my bag and made my way to her house. Without making a sound, I broke my way into the rich little bitch's house. I immediately noticed the large amount of rich-and- famous-girl things sitting around the house. Expensive awards lined the dark walls, large oil paintings of random bullshit hung. Pictures of herself with other famous assholes and cunts were everywhere. I saw a TV almost the size of my hideout in the corner with an obnoxious stereo system attached. As I headed towards the stairs, I could hear the young girl snoring from her bedroom. She was definitely the loudest snorer that I had ever heard. "Go ahead Taylor, dream your final dreams." I said to myself I slowly snuck my way up the stairs, careful not to make any sounds to awake her. I made my way to her bedroom and I peeked inside. It was dark but I could make out the bitches body lying on the bed, free of covers. I pulled out a rag from my pants, the same rag that I used to chloroform Carrie for the first rape. I poured a bit of chloroform onto the rag and tiptoed up to the sleeping girl. As I got closer, I saw the pink nightgown she was wearing. The gown was very tight fitting and, even in the dark, showed her slender figure that I had wanted to abuse for the last six months. I jumped on to the bed and pressed the rag against her face. Her entire face was covering it, not allowing her to see my face. After a few seconds, Taylor's body stopped fighting me and slipped into unconsciousness. I turned on the lamp to give myself a better view of her. I pulled her gown up to get a glance at her pussy, which was unsurprisingly shaven clean. I flicked her clit hard with my middle finger, making sure she was knocked out. I pulled my handgun out of my bag and placed it on the night stand. I sat next to her and waited for her to awaken. I lightly stroked her hair while rubbing my own crotch through my jeans. She slowly slipped out of her sleep and looked up at me. I clamped my hand over her mouth, preventing her from screaming. I could tell that she recognized my picture from the news; she instantly knew that I was Nick Masterson, the man who raped and murdered Carrie Underwood. I pulled a plastic bag out of my pocket and poured the powdery content on to my finger. Keeping my hand over her mouth, I held the powder up to her nose. Her need to breathe caused her to inhale the small hill of cocaine. She hadn't taken enough to kill herself, but definitely enough to get pretty high. She began sweating as I picked up the gun and held it to her skull. "I know that you realize who I am! I'm the man who killed your best friend." I released my hand from her mouth. "What the hell did I just inhale and what the fuck are you doing here you bastard." I hit her in the cheek with the butt of my gun. "You inhaled a large amount of cocaine and I'm here to end you." She started blowing her nose, hoping it would get the cocaine out of her system (what a stupid cunt!) She began to sweat profusely and shiver, the effects of the drugs were setting in. "Oh my god, my chest feels like it's gonna explode. Is this how you're gonna kill me. With drugs!?" She sounded almost like she was taunting me. "Don't worry you overrated little whore, I didn't give you enough to kill you. I've got a much more fun way to kill you." The fear in her eyes was giving me a raging hard on. I rolled her over on her stomach and sat on her back. I pulled a knife from my pocket and held it above her back. I pushed down and dug the blade into her nightgown and started to cut into it. It left a trail of blood as I used her back as a cutting board. She screamed out in pain as she felt the blade slicing her. After a few minutes, I completely cut away her slutty gown and tossed it aside. The blood had clotted around the cuts, stopping the bleeding (temporarily). I flipped her back over and sat on her stomach. I began punching her in the face, first with the left then with the right. Her cheekbones were surely damaged as I landed ten strikes on each side. Blood was dripping down her cheeks as I stopped. Each eye got one strike, leaving her with two swollen black eyes. She began crying as the effects of the cocaine were in full effect. She could not remain still as I got off of her. Her body was shaking, her hands and feet constantly moving. Her body was lobster red with her chest heaving up and down at a rapid pace. The drugs were only making the experience worse for the young girl. I began undressing as she looked at me through her wounded eyes. "Please, please don't do this. I won't tell anyone, just please don't do this!" She begged me to stop once my eight inch cock sprung from hiding. I approached her with my knife once again in hand. I ran the blade across her pelvic area causing her to bleed. I took her blood in my hand and rubbed it onto my cock before placing it at her pussy opening. To my surprise, she was a little wet, but that could have just been the sweat that was beading all over her. She was losing control of her body as she slammed her hips into mine, starting the rape herself. She was crying loudly as I grabbed her hips and started fucking her hard. Taylor knew that death would be coming soon; she worried that the drugs would be the main cause. She was hyperventilating as I slammed hard into her. I could feel her vaginal walls pulling hard on my cock as her body shook from the drugs. She had obviously never done coke before and was struggling to handle the effects. I repeatedly backhanded her across the face to calm her down; an attempt that was proving to be pointless. "Please stop hit...hit...hitting me!" She yelled out. Her pleas falling on deaf ears as I pulled out of her pussy, picked her up and slammed her hard on the wood floor. She grabbed the back of her head and started moaning in pain, sobbing like a five year old with a paper cut. I roughly pulled her legs apart and rammed myself back inside her. The blood from her pelvis had dripped down to her pussy opening and supplied me a decent amount of extra lube. I looked back at her face and saw her bleeding cheek, black eyes, bright red nose dripping with snot and her mouth wide open begging me to stop. "Why are you doing this?" She quietly asked. "Why me? Why Carrie? Did you torture her like this?" "Why am I doing this? Well, I'm already a killer, why stop at one." I answered her. "Why you? You come off as a snooty little rich cunt that expects everything handed to you, just like that dead cunt Carrie. And no, I did not torture her like this. I didn't force coke in her nose, I didn't punch her, and I didn't cut her (until the end). All I did was rape her because I actually was a fan of Carrie. You, not so much. I can't stand your 'innocent' persona, I can't stand your horrible songwriting, I can't stand your horrific voice...I just can't stand you." She couldn't help but keep her eyes locked on me as I spoke while still plowing into her cunt. "Then just fucking kill me! Stop the torture and just kill me!" The anger in her voice was a major turn-on. "Is that what you want Taylor. Do you want me to kill you right now and unload my cum in your cold, dead body?" She instantly looked concerned. "No! No, please just finish up and then kill me. I don't want my dead body to be fucked." She started to beg me. "You really are an idiot aren't you? You had to say "I don't want my dead body to be fucked." Well, I'm not going to do what you want." I reached up and wrapped both of my hands around her scrawny little throat. "I'm gonna kill you right now." I released my grip and pulled out of her. I retrieved the plastic bag filled with cocaine and stood over her. "Too bad your family will have to suffer knowing that you died of a cocaine overdose". I opened up the bag and poured the contents directly into her nostrils. There was enough coke to keep Charlie Sheen happy for a weekend. Once the last few bits fell into her nose, I held my hand over her face to prevent her from blowing any out. "I hope you enjoy feeling your heart explode." I flipped her over and began fucking her ass. Taylor began quietly praying as I shoved my blood- stained cock into her dry anus. Her prayers were interrupted by a loud scream when the pain struck her. She buried her face into the rug and cried as loud as she could. The pain mixed with the trauma in knowing that she would be dead within minutes had broken her down. I forced all my weight on top of her as my cock stretched the walls of her ass. After a few minutes of fucking her ass, I flipped her back over and reinserted myself into her soaked cunt. I pinned her wrists down next to her head and watched her reaction as the drugs started taking over, slowly killing her. Her face was frozen with her eyes staring at me and her mouth slightly agape. "Oh...oh my...I think...I think I'm having... a heart attack!" She tried to break her hands free to clench her chest, but I did not allow it. Her body began violently shaking, which felt great around my cock. Her eyes began to roll back into her head. I grabbed her head and looked her in the eyes as the life began to escape her. "Say hi to Carrie for me." I slammed her head against the hard floor over and over again. She closed her eyes as her body began to numb. I stopped slamming her head after a few strikes and watched her as she looked at me one last time before rolling her eyes back and going stiff. Her heart had stopped pumping; the last bit of oxygen reached her brain as she took her last few breaths. Her chest made one final heave before she stopped moving; her life was over. Her motionless body lay there on the ground, my cock still ramming in and out of her cunt. I had never fucked a dead girl before and it felt weird fucking a pussy that didn't react. But knowing exactly whose dead cunt I was pounding made it so much better. I was slapping random parts of her body over and over again as I humped it. I pulled out of her and went to my bag, taking out a large knife. I began to cut into her neck, pushing it deeper in until I severed her spinal cord; her head was now detached from her body. I picked the head up by the hair and looked her in the eyes. I rolled her eyeballs back down so her colorless pupils stared into mine. "You've probably had a lot of cocks in that pretty little mouth...just cause your dead doesn't mean that has to stop." I pulled her jaw open, spit into her mouth and inserted my cock down her throat. It felt so good wedging my cock into that cold tight tube. I could almost feel the tip of my cock coming out the severed end of her throat. I didn't take long before I could feel my climax building. It was so much easier fucking her dead head as she couldn't fight it at all. She was literally nothing more than a sex toy. I slammed her lifeless face against my pelvis as I was near my breaking point. I sat down before cumming into her dead throat. It was the most pleasurable orgasm I could ever remember as I pumped shot after shot down her throat. I began to chuckle when I saw cum beginning to drip out of the bottom of her severed throat. Seeing the dead head in my hands with cum dripping out of the bottom gave me a major sense of accomplishment. I withdrew my cock from her throat and tossed the head on to the ground. I pulled her tongue out and placed the head at her pussy, making it look like she was licking it. I quickly got dressed as light began to rise outside. I gathered my stuff up and was ready to leave. I wrote down a note and left it next to the body. It read, "Now little Taylor can join her friend Carrie in hell. Nick 2 Whores 0." I exited the house and headed back to my hideout Once I got back to my hideout after two hours or so to pack up, I switched on the television to watch the local news. They broke from their normal programming with the breaking story, "Taylor Swift found dead, decapitated." I wondered how they found her so quickly, but apparently her best friend showed up at her house minutes after I left and found her dead body, with her severed head placed at her pussy. They read the note I left, causing me to laugh as the country heard my words. The last words the reporter said before I shut the TV off was, "Someone needs to find this Masterson bastard before he kills again." "They better hurry up then." I said as I cut the power to the building and escaped into world, searching for my next victim. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Celebrity Parody Archive