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Hey ignore that guy. The story's great, keep it up!
Hey ignore that guy. The story's great, keep it up!
4/16/2021 c4 evelynn6969
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“God but she’s a tiny thing,” the first man said as he looked down at her, lust all but glowing in his eyes. “Think we’re going to fit?”
Akali wasn’t really all that small. She was fairly average height, but th men were huge by comparison. None of them was less than a head taller than her, and they all must have outweighed her by at least twice.
“Don’t worry about that,” the third said. “We’ll make it fit. No problem.”
[“Let go of me!”] Akali protested. She hated how weak her voice sounded, how wide her blue eyes were. [Stop, you’re hurting me!”]
The first man drove a fist into her belly, and Akali gasped out a breathless scream. “No more gook talk,” he snarled. “I know you speak English slut, I’ve heard your song.”
Akali choked in enough hair to breathe “Please… please…” she whispered. Then she heard a piercing wail of pain from outside… she thought it was Kai’sa. Oh gods, what were they doing to her?
“Please?” said the first man, laughing. “I think the K-slut is begging for it.”
“Please what?” the second man asked, holding her chin, forcing her to look up into his face. “Please rape me? Please cum in my tight pussy? Please sell my ass to a rich pervert so no one will ever save me?” He smiled. “With pleasure, bitch.” He grabbed her white tshirt and yanked, ripping the thin fabric and exposing just the bra beneath.
“Not bad,” the first man said. “These chink sluts seem to always have no tits at all, or god damn balloons. Glad we got one of the latter.” He slapped her ass, making Akali cry out in surprise at a hand on her rounded butt.
“No, please… don’t!” Akali cried, tears clearly visible in her eyes, her voice weak from fear and breathlessness and dread. She understood the men well enough. She had always been embarrassed of her breasts… too large for her. It always made clothing a bit difficult, always needed something extra to keep them from popping and shaking. Her jacket in her performing outfit had been to help with that, and the way she had worn her leggings was to help distract. She had always been afraid they would pop on out during a set some day, her tits waving free during one dance moves. Now they were about to be exposed to some “fans” of hers anyway… and she doubted that they would let her cover them back up in shame.
One of the men ran his hands over her tits through the bra, and the young rapper could tremble and shudder as she felt the revolting touch of the man on her, the thin, white fabric the only remaining defense against their eyes and hands. “Oh yes, you’re gonna get fucked so raw you’d think your cunt took one of those bullet trains!” the first man said as he grabbed the front of her bra and unceremoniously ripped it off of her chest, exposing her tits completely to the chill air. Of course he wasted no time and immediately began mauling and kneading them, often squeezing them hard enough for Akali to cry in pain… which aroused him even more.
“No! Get me off!” Akali screamed out in broken English.
They laughed. “Oh, I didn’t know she was that big a slut,” the third man said chuckling. Akali didn’t see what was so funny, but two of the men started yanking at her pants while the third held her down by the shoulders. The pants were tight, resisting… but not enough for their strength, even when Akali kicked and struggled. She wore only a pair of panties and her hat now, and one man reached between her legs to cup her pussy through the thin fabric.
[Please… leave me alone,”] she whimpered, though she was not sure whom exactly she was talking to. Certainly not this man, her cruel rapist, because he obviously could not care less about her well-being even if he could understand her. He merely cared about how tight her pussy was as it gripped his cock.
He leaned over her, his hips slamming down onto her, driving his cock back into her before pulling almost all the way out, then slamming down again. King had begun to change his speed at random, alternating between short, rapid strokes and hard, deep pushes all the way into the sobbing girl.
Desperate to be rid of the burning pain between her legs, Akali put her hands against his chest, trying to push him off, but it was like trying to move a mountain. King stayed where he was, irresistible, happily pounding away at her sore cunt, each stab at the hole producing another cry or wail from her.
“What? You don’t like me fucking your cunt?” he asked mockingly, “Hm, maybe this virgin wants a little bit of romance for her first time,” he sneered. “Lets see what we can do about that…” Then he leaned down and pushed his lips against Akali’s, kissing her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth, raping it with his tongue even as he did worse to her cunt.
“Hmmmph! Hmmm!” Akali cried out, muffled by his mouth as she tried to push him off of her, squirm away, do anything to avoid his “affection.” His tongue invaded her mouth, probing, pushing, demanding and utterly unwanted. It made Akali feel sick to her very soul, almost as much as raped did. She tried to scream, but the sound was muffled by King’s mouth… but she could feel his cock twitch inside her as she tried. Her misery was truly an aphrodisiac to him, encouraging this monster to plunge his cock into her even deeper and harder than before.
“Such an amazing fuck,” King exclaimed, backing off of kissing her for a moment. His grip on her wrists tightened painfully. Already his cock was growing harder and harder at the sensation of being in this squirming, screaming girl, of forcing her to take his cock no matter what she might want. Looking down into her pain-scrunched, teary face, he felt another surge of lust and proceeded to thrust deeper into her, an action that was rewarded immediately by yet another pitiful scream.
“Make her scream louder!” The man named Les exclaimed, stroking his erect cock rapidly at the sight of the beautiful girl suffering beneath his friend while he plunged his dick deeper into her formerly-virgin cunt.
“Doing my best!” King responded, laughing as he leaned down, kissed her again, his hot, foul breath on her crying face. When he pulled back, he spat on her. “How does it feel, bitch? How do you like finally having a real man inside you?” As he spoke, he kept on thrusting into her with short, hard motions that had her whimper and writhe beautifully underneath him.
[“Please… take it out… it hurts so much…”] Akali felt herself whisper, her voice wracked by sobs, her entire lower body aflame. There was nothing she could do. No matter how much she twisted and squirmed, he held her firm.
“Hey, King, make some space…we want to have some fun, too!” one of the men said. Akali had no idea what they meant but she was certain it would be something just as bad as what he was doing to her. She could feel and hear him grunt into the forced kiss, his hips slamming forward again and again, driving his fat rapetool into her.
Finally, he broke the kiss and leaned back just a bit. “Fine… but don’t stuff her mouth yet. This bitch screaming is going to make me cum!” The two others nodded and got down onto their knees next to her head. Then, they grabbed her wrists and, after King released them, placed one knee each on them, pinning them down. It was painful, but Akali barely felt it, the sensation eclipsed by the inferno raging inside her raped cunt.
Looking up through a veil of tears, she could see both of them loom closer, hard cocks in hand… and then they began to slap her face with their leaking pricks, laughing as she whimpered and tried to turn her head. No matter which direction she turned her face, however, there was a cock there, being rubbed over her pretty face, ruining her makeup, covering her world-famous features in a shining layer of precum. They hit her hard enough with their cocks that Akali thought they were going to bruise her, hard raperods sapping against her cheeks, her lips her nose… and while they did, their other hands grabbed onto one of her fat tits teach, squeezing them to rip a new series of pitiful screams from the helpless popstar.
There really were no words to describe the pain and shame that filled Akali’s heart and soul. She had always tried to be a good girl, if not in her attitude or her music, then sexually out of an obligation to her family, her band. She had never seen seen a man naked in the flesh before today, and what lusts her young life had inspired had met their end at the tips of her dainty fingers. Now she was covered in cock, it was inside her, ruining her. If they had cut her throat, she wouldn’t have felt more degraded than this.
As the men played with her face, though, King didn’t let up in the least. True to his words, her renewed screaming seemed to be making her harder still as he plundered and ravaged her cunt with his tool. Each clenching of her hole in agony, each scream torn from her sore throat brought her rapist a new wave of pleasure.
Suddenly, with a powerful groan he, pulled his head back. “I’m cumming… I’m cumming, you rich, K-pop bitch! You made me cum with your whore cunt!” Akali wailed bitterly as she felt him erupt inside her pussy, shooting the first few ropes of his sperm into her, then pulling out to spray the rest over her flat belly as she whimpered.
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“God but she’s a tiny thing,” the first man said as he looked down at her, lust all but glowing in his eyes. “Think we’re going to fit?”
Akali wasn’t really all that small. She was fairly average height, but th men were huge by comparison. None of them was less than a head taller than her, and they all must have outweighed her by at least twice.
“Don’t worry about that,” the third said. “We’ll make it fit. No problem.”
[“Let go of me!”] Akali protested. She hated how weak her voice sounded, how wide her blue eyes were. [Stop, you’re hurting me!”]
The first man drove a fist into her belly, and Akali gasped out a breathless scream. “No more gook talk,” he snarled. “I know you speak English slut, I’ve heard your song.”
Akali choked in enough hair to breathe “Please… please…” she whispered. Then she heard a piercing wail of pain from outside… she thought it was Kai’sa. Oh gods, what were they doing to her?
“Please?” said the first man, laughing. “I think the K-slut is begging for it.”
“Please what?” the second man asked, holding her chin, forcing her to look up into his face. “Please rape me? Please cum in my tight pussy? Please sell my ass to a rich pervert so no one will ever save me?” He smiled. “With pleasure, bitch.” He grabbed her white tshirt and yanked, ripping the thin fabric and exposing just the bra beneath.
“Not bad,” the first man said. “These chink sluts seem to always have no tits at all, or god damn balloons. Glad we got one of the latter.” He slapped her ass, making Akali cry out in surprise at a hand on her rounded butt.
“No, please… don’t!” Akali cried, tears clearly visible in her eyes, her voice weak from fear and breathlessness and dread. She understood the men well enough. She had always been embarrassed of her breasts… too large for her. It always made clothing a bit difficult, always needed something extra to keep them from popping and shaking. Her jacket in her performing outfit had been to help with that, and the way she had worn her leggings was to help distract. She had always been afraid they would pop on out during a set some day, her tits waving free during one dance moves. Now they were about to be exposed to some “fans” of hers anyway… and she doubted that they would let her cover them back up in shame.
One of the men ran his hands over her tits through the bra, and the young rapper could tremble and shudder as she felt the revolting touch of the man on her, the thin, white fabric the only remaining defense against their eyes and hands. “Oh yes, you’re gonna get fucked so raw you’d think your cunt took one of those bullet trains!” the first man said as he grabbed the front of her bra and unceremoniously ripped it off of her chest, exposing her tits completely to the chill air. Of course he wasted no time and immediately began mauling and kneading them, often squeezing them hard enough for Akali to cry in pain… which aroused him even more.
“No! Get me off!” Akali screamed out in broken English.
They laughed. “Oh, I didn’t know she was that big a slut,” the third man said chuckling. Akali didn’t see what was so funny, but two of the men started yanking at her pants while the third held her down by the shoulders. The pants were tight, resisting… but not enough for their strength, even when Akali kicked and struggled. She wore only a pair of panties and her hat now, and one man reached between her legs to cup her pussy through the thin fabric.
[Please… leave me alone,”] she whimpered, though she was not sure whom exactly she was talking to. Certainly not this man, her cruel rapist, because he obviously could not care less about her well-being even if he could understand her. He merely cared about how tight her pussy was as it gripped his cock.
He leaned over her, his hips slamming down onto her, driving his cock back into her before pulling almost all the way out, then slamming down again. King had begun to change his speed at random, alternating between short, rapid strokes and hard, deep pushes all the way into the sobbing girl.
Desperate to be rid of the burning pain between her legs, Akali put her hands against his chest, trying to push him off, but it was like trying to move a mountain. King stayed where he was, irresistible, happily pounding away at her sore cunt, each stab at the hole producing another cry or wail from her.
“What? You don’t like me fucking your cunt?” he asked mockingly, “Hm, maybe this virgin wants a little bit of romance for her first time,” he sneered. “Lets see what we can do about that…” Then he leaned down and pushed his lips against Akali’s, kissing her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth, raping it with his tongue even as he did worse to her cunt.
“Hmmmph! Hmmm!” Akali cried out, muffled by his mouth as she tried to push him off of her, squirm away, do anything to avoid his “affection.” His tongue invaded her mouth, probing, pushing, demanding and utterly unwanted. It made Akali feel sick to her very soul, almost as much as raped did. She tried to scream, but the sound was muffled by King’s mouth… but she could feel his cock twitch inside her as she tried. Her misery was truly an aphrodisiac to him, encouraging this monster to plunge his cock into her even deeper and harder than before.
“Such an amazing fuck,” King exclaimed, backing off of kissing her for a moment. His grip on her wrists tightened painfully. Already his cock was growing harder and harder at the sensation of being in this squirming, screaming girl, of forcing her to take his cock no matter what she might want. Looking down into her pain-scrunched, teary face, he felt another surge of lust and proceeded to thrust deeper into her, an action that was rewarded immediately by yet another pitiful scream.
“Make her scream louder!” The man named Les exclaimed, stroking his erect cock rapidly at the sight of the beautiful girl suffering beneath his friend while he plunged his dick deeper into her formerly-virgin cunt.
“Doing my best!” King responded, laughing as he leaned down, kissed her again, his hot, foul breath on her crying face. When he pulled back, he spat on her. “How does it feel, bitch? How do you like finally having a real man inside you?” As he spoke, he kept on thrusting into her with short, hard motions that had her whimper and writhe beautifully underneath him.
[“Please… take it out… it hurts so much…”] Akali felt herself whisper, her voice wracked by sobs, her entire lower body aflame. There was nothing she could do. No matter how much she twisted and squirmed, he held her firm.
“Hey, King, make some space…we want to have some fun, too!” one of the men said. Akali had no idea what they meant but she was certain it would be something just as bad as what he was doing to her. She could feel and hear him grunt into the forced kiss, his hips slamming forward again and again, driving his fat rapetool into her.
Finally, he broke the kiss and leaned back just a bit. “Fine… but don’t stuff her mouth yet. This bitch screaming is going to make me cum!” The two others nodded and got down onto their knees next to her head. Then, they grabbed her wrists and, after King released them, placed one knee each on them, pinning them down. It was painful, but Akali barely felt it, the sensation eclipsed by the inferno raging inside her raped cunt.
Looking up through a veil of tears, she could see both of them loom closer, hard cocks in hand… and then they began to slap her face with their leaking pricks, laughing as she whimpered and tried to turn her head. No matter which direction she turned her face, however, there was a cock there, being rubbed over her pretty face, ruining her makeup, covering her world-famous features in a shining layer of precum. They hit her hard enough with their cocks that Akali thought they were going to bruise her, hard raperods sapping against her cheeks, her lips her nose… and while they did, their other hands grabbed onto one of her fat tits teach, squeezing them to rip a new series of pitiful screams from the helpless popstar.
There really were no words to describe the pain and shame that filled Akali’s heart and soul. She had always tried to be a good girl, if not in her attitude or her music, then sexually out of an obligation to her family, her band. She had never seen seen a man naked in the flesh before today, and what lusts her young life had inspired had met their end at the tips of her dainty fingers. Now she was covered in cock, it was inside her, ruining her. If they had cut her throat, she wouldn’t have felt more degraded than this.
As the men played with her face, though, King didn’t let up in the least. True to his words, her renewed screaming seemed to be making her harder still as he plundered and ravaged her cunt with his tool. Each clenching of her hole in agony, each scream torn from her sore throat brought her rapist a new wave of pleasure.
Suddenly, with a powerful groan he, pulled his head back. “I’m cumming… I’m cumming, you rich, K-pop bitch! You made me cum with your whore cunt!” Akali wailed bitterly as she felt him erupt inside her pussy, shooting the first few ropes of his sperm into her, then pulling out to spray the rest over her flat belly as she whimpered.
4/16/2021 c3 evelynn6969
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“God but she’s a tiny thing,” the first man said as he looked down at her, lust all but glowing in his eyes. “Think we’re going to fit?”
Akali wasn’t really all that small. She was fairly average height, but th men were huge by comparison. None of them was less than a head taller than her, and they all must have outweighed her by at least twice.
“Don’t worry about that,” the third said. “We’ll make it fit. No problem.”
[“Let go of me!”] Akali protested. She hated how weak her voice sounded, how wide her blue eyes were. [Stop, you’re hurting me!”]
The first man drove a fist into her belly, and Akali gasped out a breathless scream. “No more gook talk,” he snarled. “I know you speak English slut, I’ve heard your song.”
Akali choked in enough hair to breathe “Please… please…” she whispered. Then she heard a piercing wail of pain from outside… she thought it was Kai’sa. Oh gods, what were they doing to her?
“Please?” said the first man, laughing. “I think the K-slut is begging for it.”
“Please what?” the second man asked, holding her chin, forcing her to look up into his face. “Please rape me? Please cum in my tight pussy? Please sell my ass to a rich pervert so no one will ever save me?” He smiled. “With pleasure, bitch.” He grabbed her white tshirt and yanked, ripping the thin fabric and exposing just the bra beneath.
“Not bad,” the first man said. “These chink sluts seem to always have no tits at all, or god damn balloons. Glad we got one of the latter.” He slapped her ass, making Akali cry out in surprise at a hand on her rounded butt.
“No, please… don’t!” Akali cried, tears clearly visible in her eyes, her voice weak from fear and breathlessness and dread. She understood the men well enough. She had always been embarrassed of her breasts… too large for her. It always made clothing a bit difficult, always needed something extra to keep them from popping and shaking. Her jacket in her performing outfit had been to help with that, and the way she had worn her leggings was to help distract. She had always been afraid they would pop on out during a set some day, her tits waving free during one dance moves. Now they were about to be exposed to some “fans” of hers anyway… and she doubted that they would let her cover them back up in shame.
One of the men ran his hands over her tits through the bra, and the young rapper could tremble and shudder as she felt the revolting touch of the man on her, the thin, white fabric the only remaining defense against their eyes and hands. “Oh yes, you’re gonna get fucked so raw you’d think your cunt took one of those bullet trains!” the first man said as he grabbed the front of her bra and unceremoniously ripped it off of her chest, exposing her tits completely to the chill air. Of course he wasted no time and immediately began mauling and kneading them, often squeezing them hard enough for Akali to cry in pain… which aroused him even more.
“No! Get me off!” Akali screamed out in broken English.
They laughed. “Oh, I didn’t know she was that big a slut,” the third man said chuckling. Akali didn’t see what was so funny, but two of the men started yanking at her pants while the third held her down by the shoulders. The pants were tight, resisting… but not enough for their strength, even when Akali kicked and struggled. She wore only a pair of panties and her hat now, and one man reached between her legs to cup her pussy through the thin fabric.
[Please… leave me alone,”] she whimpered, though she was not sure whom exactly she was talking to. Certainly not this man, her cruel rapist, because he obviously could not care less about her well-being even if he could understand her. He merely cared about how tight her pussy was as it gripped his cock.
He leaned over her, his hips slamming down onto her, driving his cock back into her before pulling almost all the way out, then slamming down again. King had begun to change his speed at random, alternating between short, rapid strokes and hard, deep pushes all the way into the sobbing girl.
Desperate to be rid of the burning pain between her legs, Akali put her hands against his chest, trying to push him off, but it was like trying to move a mountain. King stayed where he was, irresistible, happily pounding away at her sore cunt, each stab at the hole producing another cry or wail from her.
“What? You don’t like me fucking your cunt?” he asked mockingly, “Hm, maybe this virgin wants a little bit of romance for her first time,” he sneered. “Lets see what we can do about that…” Then he leaned down and pushed his lips against Akali’s, kissing her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth, raping it with his tongue even as he did worse to her cunt.
“Hmmmph! Hmmm!” Akali cried out, muffled by his mouth as she tried to push him off of her, squirm away, do anything to avoid his “affection.” His tongue invaded her mouth, probing, pushing, demanding and utterly unwanted. It made Akali feel sick to her very soul, almost as much as raped did. She tried to scream, but the sound was muffled by King’s mouth… but she could feel his cock twitch inside her as she tried. Her misery was truly an aphrodisiac to him, encouraging this monster to plunge his cock into her even deeper and harder than before.
“Such an amazing fuck,” King exclaimed, backing off of kissing her for a moment. His grip on her wrists tightened painfully. Already his cock was growing harder and harder at the sensation of being in this squirming, screaming girl, of forcing her to take his cock no matter what she might want. Looking down into her pain-scrunched, teary face, he felt another surge of lust and proceeded to thrust deeper into her, an action that was rewarded immediately by yet another pitiful scream.
“Make her scream louder!” The man named Les exclaimed, stroking his erect cock rapidly at the sight of the beautiful girl suffering beneath his friend while he plunged his dick deeper into her formerly-virgin cunt.
“Doing my best!” King responded, laughing as he leaned down, kissed her again, his hot, foul breath on her crying face. When he pulled back, he spat on her. “How does it feel, bitch? How do you like finally having a real man inside you?” As he spoke, he kept on thrusting into her with short, hard motions that had her whimper and writhe beautifully underneath him.
[“Please… take it out… it hurts so much…”] Akali felt herself whisper, her voice wracked by sobs, her entire lower body aflame. There was nothing she could do. No matter how much she twisted and squirmed, he held her firm.
“Hey, King, make some space…we want to have some fun, too!” one of the men said. Akali had no idea what they meant but she was certain it would be something just as bad as what he was doing to her. She could feel and hear him grunt into the forced kiss, his hips slamming forward again and again, driving his fat rapetool into her.
Finally, he broke the kiss and leaned back just a bit. “Fine… but don’t stuff her mouth yet. This bitch screaming is going to make me cum!” The two others nodded and got down onto their knees next to her head. Then, they grabbed her wrists and, after King released them, placed one knee each on them, pinning them down. It was painful, but Akali barely felt it, the sensation eclipsed by the inferno raging inside her raped cunt.
Looking up through a veil of tears, she could see both of them loom closer, hard cocks in hand… and then they began to slap her face with their leaking pricks, laughing as she whimpered and tried to turn her head. No matter which direction she turned her face, however, there was a cock there, being rubbed over her pretty face, ruining her makeup, covering her world-famous features in a shining layer of precum. They hit her hard enough with their cocks that Akali thought they were going to bruise her, hard raperods sapping against her cheeks, her lips her nose… and while they did, their other hands grabbed onto one of her fat tits teach, squeezing them to rip a new series of pitiful screams from the helpless popstar.
There really were no words to describe the pain and shame that filled Akali’s heart and soul. She had always tried to be a good girl, if not in her attitude or her music, then sexually out of an obligation to her family, her band. She had never seen seen a man naked in the flesh before today, and what lusts her young life had inspired had met their end at the tips of her dainty fingers. Now she was covered in cock, it was inside her, ruining her. If they had cut her throat, she wouldn’t have felt more degraded than this.
As the men played with her face, though, King didn’t let up in the least. True to his words, her renewed screaming seemed to be making her harder still as he plundered and ravaged her cunt with his tool. Each clenching of her hole in agony, each scream torn from her sore throat brought her rapist a new wave of pleasure.
Suddenly, with a powerful groan he, pulled his head back. “I’m cumming… I’m cumming, you rich, K-pop bitch! You made me cum with your whore cunt!” Akali wailed bitterly as she felt him erupt inside her pussy, shooting the first few ropes of his sperm into her, then pulling out to spray the rest over her flat belly as she whimpered.
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“God but she’s a tiny thing,” the first man said as he looked down at her, lust all but glowing in his eyes. “Think we’re going to fit?”
Akali wasn’t really all that small. She was fairly average height, but th men were huge by comparison. None of them was less than a head taller than her, and they all must have outweighed her by at least twice.
“Don’t worry about that,” the third said. “We’ll make it fit. No problem.”
[“Let go of me!”] Akali protested. She hated how weak her voice sounded, how wide her blue eyes were. [Stop, you’re hurting me!”]
The first man drove a fist into her belly, and Akali gasped out a breathless scream. “No more gook talk,” he snarled. “I know you speak English slut, I’ve heard your song.”
Akali choked in enough hair to breathe “Please… please…” she whispered. Then she heard a piercing wail of pain from outside… she thought it was Kai’sa. Oh gods, what were they doing to her?
“Please?” said the first man, laughing. “I think the K-slut is begging for it.”
“Please what?” the second man asked, holding her chin, forcing her to look up into his face. “Please rape me? Please cum in my tight pussy? Please sell my ass to a rich pervert so no one will ever save me?” He smiled. “With pleasure, bitch.” He grabbed her white tshirt and yanked, ripping the thin fabric and exposing just the bra beneath.
“Not bad,” the first man said. “These chink sluts seem to always have no tits at all, or god damn balloons. Glad we got one of the latter.” He slapped her ass, making Akali cry out in surprise at a hand on her rounded butt.
“No, please… don’t!” Akali cried, tears clearly visible in her eyes, her voice weak from fear and breathlessness and dread. She understood the men well enough. She had always been embarrassed of her breasts… too large for her. It always made clothing a bit difficult, always needed something extra to keep them from popping and shaking. Her jacket in her performing outfit had been to help with that, and the way she had worn her leggings was to help distract. She had always been afraid they would pop on out during a set some day, her tits waving free during one dance moves. Now they were about to be exposed to some “fans” of hers anyway… and she doubted that they would let her cover them back up in shame.
One of the men ran his hands over her tits through the bra, and the young rapper could tremble and shudder as she felt the revolting touch of the man on her, the thin, white fabric the only remaining defense against their eyes and hands. “Oh yes, you’re gonna get fucked so raw you’d think your cunt took one of those bullet trains!” the first man said as he grabbed the front of her bra and unceremoniously ripped it off of her chest, exposing her tits completely to the chill air. Of course he wasted no time and immediately began mauling and kneading them, often squeezing them hard enough for Akali to cry in pain… which aroused him even more.
“No! Get me off!” Akali screamed out in broken English.
They laughed. “Oh, I didn’t know she was that big a slut,” the third man said chuckling. Akali didn’t see what was so funny, but two of the men started yanking at her pants while the third held her down by the shoulders. The pants were tight, resisting… but not enough for their strength, even when Akali kicked and struggled. She wore only a pair of panties and her hat now, and one man reached between her legs to cup her pussy through the thin fabric.
[Please… leave me alone,”] she whimpered, though she was not sure whom exactly she was talking to. Certainly not this man, her cruel rapist, because he obviously could not care less about her well-being even if he could understand her. He merely cared about how tight her pussy was as it gripped his cock.
He leaned over her, his hips slamming down onto her, driving his cock back into her before pulling almost all the way out, then slamming down again. King had begun to change his speed at random, alternating between short, rapid strokes and hard, deep pushes all the way into the sobbing girl.
Desperate to be rid of the burning pain between her legs, Akali put her hands against his chest, trying to push him off, but it was like trying to move a mountain. King stayed where he was, irresistible, happily pounding away at her sore cunt, each stab at the hole producing another cry or wail from her.
“What? You don’t like me fucking your cunt?” he asked mockingly, “Hm, maybe this virgin wants a little bit of romance for her first time,” he sneered. “Lets see what we can do about that…” Then he leaned down and pushed his lips against Akali’s, kissing her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth, raping it with his tongue even as he did worse to her cunt.
“Hmmmph! Hmmm!” Akali cried out, muffled by his mouth as she tried to push him off of her, squirm away, do anything to avoid his “affection.” His tongue invaded her mouth, probing, pushing, demanding and utterly unwanted. It made Akali feel sick to her very soul, almost as much as raped did. She tried to scream, but the sound was muffled by King’s mouth… but she could feel his cock twitch inside her as she tried. Her misery was truly an aphrodisiac to him, encouraging this monster to plunge his cock into her even deeper and harder than before.
“Such an amazing fuck,” King exclaimed, backing off of kissing her for a moment. His grip on her wrists tightened painfully. Already his cock was growing harder and harder at the sensation of being in this squirming, screaming girl, of forcing her to take his cock no matter what she might want. Looking down into her pain-scrunched, teary face, he felt another surge of lust and proceeded to thrust deeper into her, an action that was rewarded immediately by yet another pitiful scream.
“Make her scream louder!” The man named Les exclaimed, stroking his erect cock rapidly at the sight of the beautiful girl suffering beneath his friend while he plunged his dick deeper into her formerly-virgin cunt.
“Doing my best!” King responded, laughing as he leaned down, kissed her again, his hot, foul breath on her crying face. When he pulled back, he spat on her. “How does it feel, bitch? How do you like finally having a real man inside you?” As he spoke, he kept on thrusting into her with short, hard motions that had her whimper and writhe beautifully underneath him.
[“Please… take it out… it hurts so much…”] Akali felt herself whisper, her voice wracked by sobs, her entire lower body aflame. There was nothing she could do. No matter how much she twisted and squirmed, he held her firm.
“Hey, King, make some space…we want to have some fun, too!” one of the men said. Akali had no idea what they meant but she was certain it would be something just as bad as what he was doing to her. She could feel and hear him grunt into the forced kiss, his hips slamming forward again and again, driving his fat rapetool into her.
Finally, he broke the kiss and leaned back just a bit. “Fine… but don’t stuff her mouth yet. This bitch screaming is going to make me cum!” The two others nodded and got down onto their knees next to her head. Then, they grabbed her wrists and, after King released them, placed one knee each on them, pinning them down. It was painful, but Akali barely felt it, the sensation eclipsed by the inferno raging inside her raped cunt.
Looking up through a veil of tears, she could see both of them loom closer, hard cocks in hand… and then they began to slap her face with their leaking pricks, laughing as she whimpered and tried to turn her head. No matter which direction she turned her face, however, there was a cock there, being rubbed over her pretty face, ruining her makeup, covering her world-famous features in a shining layer of precum. They hit her hard enough with their cocks that Akali thought they were going to bruise her, hard raperods sapping against her cheeks, her lips her nose… and while they did, their other hands grabbed onto one of her fat tits teach, squeezing them to rip a new series of pitiful screams from the helpless popstar.
There really were no words to describe the pain and shame that filled Akali’s heart and soul. She had always tried to be a good girl, if not in her attitude or her music, then sexually out of an obligation to her family, her band. She had never seen seen a man naked in the flesh before today, and what lusts her young life had inspired had met their end at the tips of her dainty fingers. Now she was covered in cock, it was inside her, ruining her. If they had cut her throat, she wouldn’t have felt more degraded than this.
As the men played with her face, though, King didn’t let up in the least. True to his words, her renewed screaming seemed to be making her harder still as he plundered and ravaged her cunt with his tool. Each clenching of her hole in agony, each scream torn from her sore throat brought her rapist a new wave of pleasure.
Suddenly, with a powerful groan he, pulled his head back. “I’m cumming… I’m cumming, you rich, K-pop bitch! You made me cum with your whore cunt!” Akali wailed bitterly as she felt him erupt inside her pussy, shooting the first few ropes of his sperm into her, then pulling out to spray the rest over her flat belly as she whimpered.
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“God but she’s a tiny thing,” the first man said as he looked down at her, lust all but glowing in his eyes. “Think we’re going to fit?”
Akali wasn’t really all that small. She was fairly average height, but th men were huge by comparison. None of them was less than a head taller than her, and they all must have outweighed her by at least twice.
“Don’t worry about that,” the third said. “We’ll make it fit. No problem.”
[“Let go of me!”] Akali protested. She hated how weak her voice sounded, how wide her blue eyes were. [Stop, you’re hurting me!”]
The first man drove a fist into her belly, and Akali gasped out a breathless scream. “No more gook talk,” he snarled. “I know you speak English slut, I’ve heard your song.”
Akali choked in enough hair to breathe “Please… please…” she whispered. Then she heard a piercing wail of pain from outside… she thought it was Kai’sa. Oh gods, what were they doing to her?
“Please?” said the first man, laughing. “I think the K-slut is begging for it.”
“Please what?” the second man asked, holding her chin, forcing her to look up into his face. “Please rape me? Please cum in my tight pussy? Please sell my ass to a rich pervert so no one will ever save me?” He smiled. “With pleasure, bitch.” He grabbed her white tshirt and yanked, ripping the thin fabric and exposing just the bra beneath.
“Not bad,” the first man said. “These chink sluts seem to always have no tits at all, or god damn balloons. Glad we got one of the latter.” He slapped her ass, making Akali cry out in surprise at a hand on her rounded butt.
“No, please… don’t!” Akali cried, tears clearly visible in her eyes, her voice weak from fear and breathlessness and dread. She understood the men well enough. She had always been embarrassed of her breasts… too large for her. It always made clothing a bit difficult, always needed something extra to keep them from popping and shaking. Her jacket in her performing outfit had been to help with that, and the way she had worn her leggings was to help distract. She had always been afraid they would pop on out during a set some day, her tits waving free during one dance moves. Now they were about to be exposed to some “fans” of hers anyway… and she doubted that they would let her cover them back up in shame.
One of the men ran his hands over her tits through the bra, and the young rapper could tremble and shudder as she felt the revolting touch of the man on her, the thin, white fabric the only remaining defense against their eyes and hands. “Oh yes, you’re gonna get fucked so raw you’d think your cunt took one of those bullet trains!” the first man said as he grabbed the front of her bra and unceremoniously ripped it off of her chest, exposing her tits completely to the chill air. Of course he wasted no time and immediately began mauling and kneading them, often squeezing them hard enough for Akali to cry in pain… which aroused him even more.
“No! Get me off!” Akali screamed out in broken English.
They laughed. “Oh, I didn’t know she was that big a slut,” the third man said chuckling. Akali didn’t see what was so funny, but two of the men started yanking at her pants while the third held her down by the shoulders. The pants were tight, resisting… but not enough for their strength, even when Akali kicked and struggled. She wore only a pair of panties and her hat now, and one man reached between her legs to cup her pussy through the thin fabric.
[Please… leave me alone,”] she whimpered, though she was not sure whom exactly she was talking to. Certainly not this man, her cruel rapist, because he obviously could not care less about her well-being even if he could understand her. He merely cared about how tight her pussy was as it gripped his cock.
He leaned over her, his hips slamming down onto her, driving his cock back into her before pulling almost all the way out, then slamming down again. King had begun to change his speed at random, alternating between short, rapid strokes and hard, deep pushes all the way into the sobbing girl.
Desperate to be rid of the burning pain between her legs, Akali put her hands against his chest, trying to push him off, but it was like trying to move a mountain. King stayed where he was, irresistible, happily pounding away at her sore cunt, each stab at the hole producing another cry or wail from her.
“What? You don’t like me fucking your cunt?” he asked mockingly, “Hm, maybe this virgin wants a little bit of romance for her first time,” he sneered. “Lets see what we can do about that…” Then he leaned down and pushed his lips against Akali’s, kissing her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth, raping it with his tongue even as he did worse to her cunt.
“Hmmmph! Hmmm!” Akali cried out, muffled by his mouth as she tried to push him off of her, squirm away, do anything to avoid his “affection.” His tongue invaded her mouth, probing, pushing, demanding and utterly unwanted. It made Akali feel sick to her very soul, almost as much as raped did. She tried to scream, but the sound was muffled by King’s mouth… but she could feel his cock twitch inside her as she tried. Her misery was truly an aphrodisiac to him, encouraging this monster to plunge his cock into her even deeper and harder than before.
“Such an amazing fuck,” King exclaimed, backing off of kissing her for a moment. His grip on her wrists tightened painfully. Already his cock was growing harder and harder at the sensation of being in this squirming, screaming girl, of forcing her to take his cock no matter what she might want. Looking down into her pain-scrunched, teary face, he felt another surge of lust and proceeded to thrust deeper into her, an action that was rewarded immediately by yet another pitiful scream.
“Make her scream louder!” The man named Les exclaimed, stroking his erect cock rapidly at the sight of the beautiful girl suffering beneath his friend while he plunged his dick deeper into her formerly-virgin cunt.
“Doing my best!” King responded, laughing as he leaned down, kissed her again, his hot, foul breath on her crying face. When he pulled back, he spat on her. “How does it feel, bitch? How do you like finally having a real man inside you?” As he spoke, he kept on thrusting into her with short, hard motions that had her whimper and writhe beautifully underneath him.
[“Please… take it out… it hurts so much…”] Akali felt herself whisper, her voice wracked by sobs, her entire lower body aflame. There was nothing she could do. No matter how much she twisted and squirmed, he held her firm.
“Hey, King, make some space…we want to have some fun, too!” one of the men said. Akali had no idea what they meant but she was certain it would be something just as bad as what he was doing to her. She could feel and hear him grunt into the forced kiss, his hips slamming forward again and again, driving his fat rapetool into her.
Finally, he broke the kiss and leaned back just a bit. “Fine… but don’t stuff her mouth yet. This bitch screaming is going to make me cum!” The two others nodded and got down onto their knees next to her head. Then, they grabbed her wrists and, after King released them, placed one knee each on them, pinning them down. It was painful, but Akali barely felt it, the sensation eclipsed by the inferno raging inside her raped cunt.
Looking up through a veil of tears, she could see both of them loom closer, hard cocks in hand… and then they began to slap her face with their leaking pricks, laughing as she whimpered and tried to turn her head. No matter which direction she turned her face, however, there was a cock there, being rubbed over her pretty face, ruining her makeup, covering her world-famous features in a shining layer of precum. They hit her hard enough with their cocks that Akali thought they were going to bruise her, hard raperods sapping against her cheeks, her lips her nose… and while they did, their other hands grabbed onto one of her fat tits teach, squeezing them to rip a new series of pitiful screams from the helpless popstar.
There really were no words to describe the pain and shame that filled Akali’s heart and soul. She had always tried to be a good girl, if not in her attitude or her music, then sexually out of an obligation to her family, her band. She had never seen seen a man naked in the flesh before today, and what lusts her young life had inspired had met their end at the tips of her dainty fingers. Now she was covered in cock, it was inside her, ruining her. If they had cut her throat, she wouldn’t have felt more degraded than this.
As the men played with her face, though, King didn’t let up in the least. True to his words, her renewed screaming seemed to be making her harder still as he plundered and ravaged her cunt with his tool. Each clenching of her hole in agony, each scream torn from her sore throat brought her rapist a new wave of pleasure.
Suddenly, with a powerful groan he, pulled his head back. “I’m cumming… I’m cumming, you rich, K-pop bitch! You made me cum with your whore cunt!” Akali wailed bitterly as she felt him erupt inside her pussy, shooting the first few ropes of his sperm into her, then pulling out to spray the rest over her flat belly as she whimpered. cunt cunt
“God but she’s a tiny thing,” the first man said as he looked down at her, lust all but glowing in his eyes. “Think we’re going to fit?”
Akali wasn’t really all that small. She was fairly average height, but th men were huge by comparison. None of them was less than a head taller than her, and they all must have outweighed her by at least twice.
“Don’t worry about that,” the third said. “We’ll make it fit. No problem.”
[“Let go of me!”] Akali protested. She hated how weak her voice sounded, how wide her blue eyes were. [Stop, you’re hurting me!”]
The first man drove a fist into her belly, and Akali gasped out a breathless scream. “No more gook talk,” he snarled. “I know you speak English slut, I’ve heard your song.”
Akali choked in enough hair to breathe “Please… please…” she whispered. Then she heard a piercing wail of pain from outside… she thought it was Kai’sa. Oh gods, what were they doing to her?
“Please?” said the first man, laughing. “I think the K-slut is begging for it.”
“Please what?” the second man asked, holding her chin, forcing her to look up into his face. “Please rape me? Please cum in my tight pussy? Please sell my ass to a rich pervert so no one will ever save me?” He smiled. “With pleasure, bitch.” He grabbed her white tshirt and yanked, ripping the thin fabric and exposing just the bra beneath.
“Not bad,” the first man said. “These chink sluts seem to always have no tits at all, or god damn balloons. Glad we got one of the latter.” He slapped her ass, making Akali cry out in surprise at a hand on her rounded butt.
“No, please… don’t!” Akali cried, tears clearly visible in her eyes, her voice weak from fear and breathlessness and dread. She understood the men well enough. She had always been embarrassed of her breasts… too large for her. It always made clothing a bit difficult, always needed something extra to keep them from popping and shaking. Her jacket in her performing outfit had been to help with that, and the way she had worn her leggings was to help distract. She had always been afraid they would pop on out during a set some day, her tits waving free during one dance moves. Now they were about to be exposed to some “fans” of hers anyway… and she doubted that they would let her cover them back up in shame.
One of the men ran his hands over her tits through the bra, and the young rapper could tremble and shudder as she felt the revolting touch of the man on her, the thin, white fabric the only remaining defense against their eyes and hands. “Oh yes, you’re gonna get fucked so raw you’d think your cunt took one of those bullet trains!” the first man said as he grabbed the front of her bra and unceremoniously ripped it off of her chest, exposing her tits completely to the chill air. Of course he wasted no time and immediately began mauling and kneading them, often squeezing them hard enough for Akali to cry in pain… which aroused him even more.
“No! Get me off!” Akali screamed out in broken English.
They laughed. “Oh, I didn’t know she was that big a slut,” the third man said chuckling. Akali didn’t see what was so funny, but two of the men started yanking at her pants while the third held her down by the shoulders. The pants were tight, resisting… but not enough for their strength, even when Akali kicked and struggled. She wore only a pair of panties and her hat now, and one man reached between her legs to cup her pussy through the thin fabric.
[Please… leave me alone,”] she whimpered, though she was not sure whom exactly she was talking to. Certainly not this man, her cruel rapist, because he obviously could not care less about her well-being even if he could understand her. He merely cared about how tight her pussy was as it gripped his cock.
He leaned over her, his hips slamming down onto her, driving his cock back into her before pulling almost all the way out, then slamming down again. King had begun to change his speed at random, alternating between short, rapid strokes and hard, deep pushes all the way into the sobbing girl.
Desperate to be rid of the burning pain between her legs, Akali put her hands against his chest, trying to push him off, but it was like trying to move a mountain. King stayed where he was, irresistible, happily pounding away at her sore cunt, each stab at the hole producing another cry or wail from her.
“What? You don’t like me fucking your cunt?” he asked mockingly, “Hm, maybe this virgin wants a little bit of romance for her first time,” he sneered. “Lets see what we can do about that…” Then he leaned down and pushed his lips against Akali’s, kissing her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth, raping it with his tongue even as he did worse to her cunt.
“Hmmmph! Hmmm!” Akali cried out, muffled by his mouth as she tried to push him off of her, squirm away, do anything to avoid his “affection.” His tongue invaded her mouth, probing, pushing, demanding and utterly unwanted. It made Akali feel sick to her very soul, almost as much as raped did. She tried to scream, but the sound was muffled by King’s mouth… but she could feel his cock twitch inside her as she tried. Her misery was truly an aphrodisiac to him, encouraging this monster to plunge his cock into her even deeper and harder than before.
“Such an amazing fuck,” King exclaimed, backing off of kissing her for a moment. His grip on her wrists tightened painfully. Already his cock was growing harder and harder at the sensation of being in this squirming, screaming girl, of forcing her to take his cock no matter what she might want. Looking down into her pain-scrunched, teary face, he felt another surge of lust and proceeded to thrust deeper into her, an action that was rewarded immediately by yet another pitiful scream.
“Make her scream louder!” The man named Les exclaimed, stroking his erect cock rapidly at the sight of the beautiful girl suffering beneath his friend while he plunged his dick deeper into her formerly-virgin cunt.
“Doing my best!” King responded, laughing as he leaned down, kissed her again, his hot, foul breath on her crying face. When he pulled back, he spat on her. “How does it feel, bitch? How do you like finally having a real man inside you?” As he spoke, he kept on thrusting into her with short, hard motions that had her whimper and writhe beautifully underneath him.
[“Please… take it out… it hurts so much…”] Akali felt herself whisper, her voice wracked by sobs, her entire lower body aflame. There was nothing she could do. No matter how much she twisted and squirmed, he held her firm.
“Hey, King, make some space…we want to have some fun, too!” one of the men said. Akali had no idea what they meant but she was certain it would be something just as bad as what he was doing to her. She could feel and hear him grunt into the forced kiss, his hips slamming forward again and again, driving his fat rapetool into her.
Finally, he broke the kiss and leaned back just a bit. “Fine… but don’t stuff her mouth yet. This bitch screaming is going to make me cum!” The two others nodded and got down onto their knees next to her head. Then, they grabbed her wrists and, after King released them, placed one knee each on them, pinning them down. It was painful, but Akali barely felt it, the sensation eclipsed by the inferno raging inside her raped cunt.
Looking up through a veil of tears, she could see both of them loom closer, hard cocks in hand… and then they began to slap her face with their leaking pricks, laughing as she whimpered and tried to turn her head. No matter which direction she turned her face, however, there was a cock there, being rubbed over her pretty face, ruining her makeup, covering her world-famous features in a shining layer of precum. They hit her hard enough with their cocks that Akali thought they were going to bruise her, hard raperods sapping against her cheeks, her lips her nose… and while they did, their other hands grabbed onto one of her fat tits teach, squeezing them to rip a new series of pitiful screams from the helpless popstar.
There really were no words to describe the pain and shame that filled Akali’s heart and soul. She had always tried to be a good girl, if not in her attitude or her music, then sexually out of an obligation to her family, her band. She had never seen seen a man naked in the flesh before today, and what lusts her young life had inspired had met their end at the tips of her dainty fingers. Now she was covered in cock, it was inside her, ruining her. If they had cut her throat, she wouldn’t have felt more degraded than this.
As the men played with her face, though, King didn’t let up in the least. True to his words, her renewed screaming seemed to be making her harder still as he plundered and ravaged her cunt with his tool. Each clenching of her hole in agony, each scream torn from her sore throat brought her rapist a new wave of pleasure.
Suddenly, with a powerful groan he, pulled his head back. “I’m cumming… I’m cumming, you rich, K-pop bitch! You made me cum with your whore cunt!” Akali wailed bitterly as she felt him erupt inside her pussy, shooting the first few ropes of his sperm into her, then pulling out to spray the rest over her flat belly as she whimpered. cunt cunt
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“God but she’s a tiny thing,” the first man said as he looked down at her, lust all but glowing in his eyes. “Think we’re going to fit?”
Akali wasn’t really all that small. She was fairly average height, but th men were huge by comparison. None of them was less than a head taller than her, and they all must have outweighed her by at least twice.
“Don’t worry about that,” the third said. “We’ll make it fit. No problem.”
[“Let go of me!”] Akali protested. She hated how weak her voice sounded, how wide her blue eyes were. [Stop, you’re hurting me!”]
The first man drove a fist into her belly, and Akali gasped out a breathless scream. “No more gook talk,” he snarled. “I know you speak English slut, I’ve heard your song.”
Akali choked in enough hair to breathe “Please… please…” she whispered. Then she heard a piercing wail of pain from outside… she thought it was Kai’sa. Oh gods, what were they doing to her?
“Please?” said the first man, laughing. “I think the K-slut is begging for it.”
“Please what?” the second man asked, holding her chin, forcing her to look up into his face. “Please rape me? Please cum in my tight pussy? Please sell my ass to a rich pervert so no one will ever save me?” He smiled. “With pleasure, bitch.” He grabbed her white tshirt and yanked, ripping the thin fabric and exposing just the bra beneath.
“Not bad,” the first man said. “These chink sluts seem to always have no tits at all, or god damn balloons. Glad we got one of the latter.” He slapped her ass, making Akali cry out in surprise at a hand on her rounded butt.
“No, please… don’t!” Akali cried, tears clearly visible in her eyes, her voice weak from fear and breathlessness and dread. She understood the men well enough. She had always been embarrassed of her breasts… too large for her. It always made clothing a bit difficult, always needed something extra to keep them from popping and shaking. Her jacket in her performing outfit had been to help with that, and the way she had worn her leggings was to help distract. She had always been afraid they would pop on out during a set some day, her tits waving free during one dance moves. Now they were about to be exposed to some “fans” of hers anyway… and she doubted that they would let her cover them back up in shame.
One of the men ran his hands over her tits through the bra, and the young rapper could tremble and shudder as she felt the revolting touch of the man on her, the thin, white fabric the only remaining defense against their eyes and hands. “Oh yes, you’re gonna get fucked so raw you’d think your cunt took one of those bullet trains!” the first man said as he grabbed the front of her bra and unceremoniously ripped it off of her chest, exposing her tits completely to the chill air. Of course he wasted no time and immediately began mauling and kneading them, often squeezing them hard enough for Akali to cry in pain… which aroused him even more.
“No! Get me off!” Akali screamed out in broken English.
They laughed. “Oh, I didn’t know she was that big a slut,” the third man said chuckling. Akali didn’t see what was so funny, but two of the men started yanking at her pants while the third held her down by the shoulders. The pants were tight, resisting… but not enough for their strength, even when Akali kicked and struggled. She wore only a pair of panties and her hat now, and one man reached between her legs to cup her pussy through the thin fabric.
[Please… leave me alone,”] she whimpered, though she was not sure whom exactly she was talking to. Certainly not this man, her cruel rapist, because he obviously could not care less about her well-being even if he could understand her. He merely cared about how tight her pussy was as it gripped his cock.
He leaned over her, his hips slamming down onto her, driving his cock back into her before pulling almost all the way out, then slamming down again. King had begun to change his speed at random, alternating between short, rapid strokes and hard, deep pushes all the way into the sobbing girl.
Desperate to be rid of the burning pain between her legs, Akali put her hands against his chest, trying to push him off, but it was like trying to move a mountain. King stayed where he was, irresistible, happily pounding away at her sore cunt, each stab at the hole producing another cry or wail from her.
“What? You don’t like me fucking your cunt?” he asked mockingly, “Hm, maybe this virgin wants a little bit of romance for her first time,” he sneered. “Lets see what we can do about that…” Then he leaned down and pushed his lips against Akali’s, kissing her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth, raping it with his tongue even as he did worse to her cunt.
“Hmmmph! Hmmm!” Akali cried out, muffled by his mouth as she tried to push him off of her, squirm away, do anything to avoid his “affection.” His tongue invaded her mouth, probing, pushing, demanding and utterly unwanted. It made Akali feel sick to her very soul, almost as much as raped did. She tried to scream, but the sound was muffled by King’s mouth… but she could feel his cock twitch inside her as she tried. Her misery was truly an aphrodisiac to him, encouraging this monster to plunge his cock into her even deeper and harder than before.
“Such an amazing fuck,” King exclaimed, backing off of kissing her for a moment. His grip on her wrists tightened painfully. Already his cock was growing harder and harder at the sensation of being in this squirming, screaming girl, of forcing her to take his cock no matter what she might want. Looking down into her pain-scrunched, teary face, he felt another surge of lust and proceeded to thrust deeper into her, an action that was rewarded immediately by yet another pitiful scream.
“Make her scream louder!” The man named Les exclaimed, stroking his erect cock rapidly at the sight of the beautiful girl suffering beneath his friend while he plunged his dick deeper into her formerly-virgin cunt.
“Doing my best!” King responded, laughing as he leaned down, kissed her again, his hot, foul breath on her crying face. When he pulled back, he spat on her. “How does it feel, bitch? How do you like finally having a real man inside you?” As he spoke, he kept on thrusting into her with short, hard motions that had her whimper and writhe beautifully underneath him.
[“Please… take it out… it hurts so much…”] Akali felt herself whisper, her voice wracked by sobs, her entire lower body aflame. There was nothing she could do. No matter how much she twisted and squirmed, he held her firm.
“Hey, King, make some space…we want to have some fun, too!” one of the men said. Akali had no idea what they meant but she was certain it would be something just as bad as what he was doing to her. She could feel and hear him grunt into the forced kiss, his hips slamming forward again and again, driving his fat rapetool into her.
Finally, he broke the kiss and leaned back just a bit. “Fine… but don’t stuff her mouth yet. This bitch screaming is going to make me cum!” The two others nodded and got down onto their knees next to her head. Then, they grabbed her wrists and, after King released them, placed one knee each on them, pinning them down. It was painful, but Akali barely felt it, the sensation eclipsed by the inferno raging inside her raped cunt.
Looking up through a veil of tears, she could see both of them loom closer, hard cocks in hand… and then they began to slap her face with their leaking pricks, laughing as she whimpered and tried to turn her head. No matter which direction she turned her face, however, there was a cock there, being rubbed over her pretty face, ruining her makeup, covering her world-famous features in a shining layer of precum. They hit her hard enough with their cocks that Akali thought they were going to bruise her, hard raperods sapping against her cheeks, her lips her nose… and while they did, their other hands grabbed onto one of her fat tits teach, squeezing them to rip a new series of pitiful screams from the helpless popstar.
There really were no words to describe the pain and shame that filled Akali’s heart and soul. She had always tried to be a good girl, if not in her attitude or her music, then sexually out of an obligation to her family, her band. She had never seen seen a man naked in the flesh before today, and what lusts her young life had inspired had met their end at the tips of her dainty fingers. Now she was covered in cock, it was inside her, ruining her. If they had cut her throat, she wouldn’t have felt more degraded than this.
As the men played with her face, though, King didn’t let up in the least. True to his words, her renewed screaming seemed to be making her harder still as he plundered and ravaged her cunt with his tool. Each clenching of her hole in agony, each scream torn from her sore throat brought her rapist a new wave of pleasure.
Suddenly, with a powerful groan he, pulled his head back. “I’m cumming… I’m cumming, you rich, K-pop bitch! You made me cum with your whore cunt!” Akali wailed bitterly as she felt him erupt inside her pussy, shooting the first few ropes of his sperm into her, then pulling out to spray the rest over her flat belly as she whimpered.
“God but she’s a tiny thing,” the first man said as he looked down at her, lust all but glowing in his eyes. “Think we’re going to fit?”
Akali wasn’t really all that small. She was fairly average height, but th men were huge by comparison. None of them was less than a head taller than her, and they all must have outweighed her by at least twice.
“Don’t worry about that,” the third said. “We’ll make it fit. No problem.”
[“Let go of me!”] Akali protested. She hated how weak her voice sounded, how wide her blue eyes were. [Stop, you’re hurting me!”]
The first man drove a fist into her belly, and Akali gasped out a breathless scream. “No more gook talk,” he snarled. “I know you speak English slut, I’ve heard your song.”
Akali choked in enough hair to breathe “Please… please…” she whispered. Then she heard a piercing wail of pain from outside… she thought it was Kai’sa. Oh gods, what were they doing to her?
“Please?” said the first man, laughing. “I think the K-slut is begging for it.”
“Please what?” the second man asked, holding her chin, forcing her to look up into his face. “Please rape me? Please cum in my tight pussy? Please sell my ass to a rich pervert so no one will ever save me?” He smiled. “With pleasure, bitch.” He grabbed her white tshirt and yanked, ripping the thin fabric and exposing just the bra beneath.
“Not bad,” the first man said. “These chink sluts seem to always have no tits at all, or god damn balloons. Glad we got one of the latter.” He slapped her ass, making Akali cry out in surprise at a hand on her rounded butt.
“No, please… don’t!” Akali cried, tears clearly visible in her eyes, her voice weak from fear and breathlessness and dread. She understood the men well enough. She had always been embarrassed of her breasts… too large for her. It always made clothing a bit difficult, always needed something extra to keep them from popping and shaking. Her jacket in her performing outfit had been to help with that, and the way she had worn her leggings was to help distract. She had always been afraid they would pop on out during a set some day, her tits waving free during one dance moves. Now they were about to be exposed to some “fans” of hers anyway… and she doubted that they would let her cover them back up in shame.
One of the men ran his hands over her tits through the bra, and the young rapper could tremble and shudder as she felt the revolting touch of the man on her, the thin, white fabric the only remaining defense against their eyes and hands. “Oh yes, you’re gonna get fucked so raw you’d think your cunt took one of those bullet trains!” the first man said as he grabbed the front of her bra and unceremoniously ripped it off of her chest, exposing her tits completely to the chill air. Of course he wasted no time and immediately began mauling and kneading them, often squeezing them hard enough for Akali to cry in pain… which aroused him even more.
“No! Get me off!” Akali screamed out in broken English.
They laughed. “Oh, I didn’t know she was that big a slut,” the third man said chuckling. Akali didn’t see what was so funny, but two of the men started yanking at her pants while the third held her down by the shoulders. The pants were tight, resisting… but not enough for their strength, even when Akali kicked and struggled. She wore only a pair of panties and her hat now, and one man reached between her legs to cup her pussy through the thin fabric.
[Please… leave me alone,”] she whimpered, though she was not sure whom exactly she was talking to. Certainly not this man, her cruel rapist, because he obviously could not care less about her well-being even if he could understand her. He merely cared about how tight her pussy was as it gripped his cock.
He leaned over her, his hips slamming down onto her, driving his cock back into her before pulling almost all the way out, then slamming down again. King had begun to change his speed at random, alternating between short, rapid strokes and hard, deep pushes all the way into the sobbing girl.
Desperate to be rid of the burning pain between her legs, Akali put her hands against his chest, trying to push him off, but it was like trying to move a mountain. King stayed where he was, irresistible, happily pounding away at her sore cunt, each stab at the hole producing another cry or wail from her.
“What? You don’t like me fucking your cunt?” he asked mockingly, “Hm, maybe this virgin wants a little bit of romance for her first time,” he sneered. “Lets see what we can do about that…” Then he leaned down and pushed his lips against Akali’s, kissing her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth, raping it with his tongue even as he did worse to her cunt.
“Hmmmph! Hmmm!” Akali cried out, muffled by his mouth as she tried to push him off of her, squirm away, do anything to avoid his “affection.” His tongue invaded her mouth, probing, pushing, demanding and utterly unwanted. It made Akali feel sick to her very soul, almost as much as raped did. She tried to scream, but the sound was muffled by King’s mouth… but she could feel his cock twitch inside her as she tried. Her misery was truly an aphrodisiac to him, encouraging this monster to plunge his cock into her even deeper and harder than before.
“Such an amazing fuck,” King exclaimed, backing off of kissing her for a moment. His grip on her wrists tightened painfully. Already his cock was growing harder and harder at the sensation of being in this squirming, screaming girl, of forcing her to take his cock no matter what she might want. Looking down into her pain-scrunched, teary face, he felt another surge of lust and proceeded to thrust deeper into her, an action that was rewarded immediately by yet another pitiful scream.
“Make her scream louder!” The man named Les exclaimed, stroking his erect cock rapidly at the sight of the beautiful girl suffering beneath his friend while he plunged his dick deeper into her formerly-virgin cunt.
“Doing my best!” King responded, laughing as he leaned down, kissed her again, his hot, foul breath on her crying face. When he pulled back, he spat on her. “How does it feel, bitch? How do you like finally having a real man inside you?” As he spoke, he kept on thrusting into her with short, hard motions that had her whimper and writhe beautifully underneath him.
[“Please… take it out… it hurts so much…”] Akali felt herself whisper, her voice wracked by sobs, her entire lower body aflame. There was nothing she could do. No matter how much she twisted and squirmed, he held her firm.
“Hey, King, make some space…we want to have some fun, too!” one of the men said. Akali had no idea what they meant but she was certain it would be something just as bad as what he was doing to her. She could feel and hear him grunt into the forced kiss, his hips slamming forward again and again, driving his fat rapetool into her.
Finally, he broke the kiss and leaned back just a bit. “Fine… but don’t stuff her mouth yet. This bitch screaming is going to make me cum!” The two others nodded and got down onto their knees next to her head. Then, they grabbed her wrists and, after King released them, placed one knee each on them, pinning them down. It was painful, but Akali barely felt it, the sensation eclipsed by the inferno raging inside her raped cunt.
Looking up through a veil of tears, she could see both of them loom closer, hard cocks in hand… and then they began to slap her face with their leaking pricks, laughing as she whimpered and tried to turn her head. No matter which direction she turned her face, however, there was a cock there, being rubbed over her pretty face, ruining her makeup, covering her world-famous features in a shining layer of precum. They hit her hard enough with their cocks that Akali thought they were going to bruise her, hard raperods sapping against her cheeks, her lips her nose… and while they did, their other hands grabbed onto one of her fat tits teach, squeezing them to rip a new series of pitiful screams from the helpless popstar.
There really were no words to describe the pain and shame that filled Akali’s heart and soul. She had always tried to be a good girl, if not in her attitude or her music, then sexually out of an obligation to her family, her band. She had never seen seen a man naked in the flesh before today, and what lusts her young life had inspired had met their end at the tips of her dainty fingers. Now she was covered in cock, it was inside her, ruining her. If they had cut her throat, she wouldn’t have felt more degraded than this.
As the men played with her face, though, King didn’t let up in the least. True to his words, her renewed screaming seemed to be making her harder still as he plundered and ravaged her cunt with his tool. Each clenching of her hole in agony, each scream torn from her sore throat brought her rapist a new wave of pleasure.
Suddenly, with a powerful groan he, pulled his head back. “I’m cumming… I’m cumming, you rich, K-pop bitch! You made me cum with your whore cunt!” Akali wailed bitterly as she felt him erupt inside her pussy, shooting the first few ropes of his sperm into her, then pulling out to spray the rest over her flat belly as she whimpered.
2/4/2021 c2 
3Kinetics Solutions
Only minor comment I have about this part is that it got a little confusing with the Ms Smith and Evelynn part mid section, other wise I like it!
3Kinetics SolutionsOnly minor comment I have about this part is that it got a little confusing with the Ms Smith and Evelynn part mid section, other wise I like it!
2/4/2021 c1 Kinetics Solutions
Great start so far ahaha. Love the way Akali is portrayed so far and I like that you touched upon her serious and intense work ethic which I can see within her
Gud job
Great start so far ahaha. Love the way Akali is portrayed so far and I like that you touched upon her serious and intense work ethic which I can see within her
Gud job
8/22/2020 c1 29Seth's Kiss
So, after visiting our forum, this is just me popping up to say that I quite like this first chapter. It's a great introduction for an apparent exploration of the main character, Akali. The narration is very well-thought and smooth, the chapter not long but with enough to have a reader curious for more.
I'd say to anyone who stumbles here to give this story a chance, if you are okay with Rated M content that is and are ready to delve in a more realistic, darker aspect of writing. I mean, clearly you can get an idea of where this fic is going not only from the summary itself but with the mere awareness of what does sadly happen to orphans and worse other young children in Real Life. Predators are real, and they full advantage of the innocent, and if we all turn a blind eye and act like they don't exist, that is actually a ton worse to me personally.
Honestly, League of Legends isn't quite my cup of tea, but I do not like one bit aggressive, cutting reviews. To anyone who doesn't like this fic, they are free to DNF it, no one's forcing you to read.
If ya'll want unicorns and rainbows, that's fine; just please keep in mind that fics like these anchored in reality have every right to be written. Ya'll get to have your opinion, sure; just please remember to be cordial about it and not outright bash on people. The person writing this is human. They have feelings. Consider and value them, just like you would do for yourself...
Thank you, dear Breagen-san for having the courage to write such an eye-opening fic. A great beginning, dear, truly. Please do not be discouraged. Best of luck with the rest of your stories.
Seth's Kiss
29Seth's KissSo, after visiting our forum, this is just me popping up to say that I quite like this first chapter. It's a great introduction for an apparent exploration of the main character, Akali. The narration is very well-thought and smooth, the chapter not long but with enough to have a reader curious for more.
I'd say to anyone who stumbles here to give this story a chance, if you are okay with Rated M content that is and are ready to delve in a more realistic, darker aspect of writing. I mean, clearly you can get an idea of where this fic is going not only from the summary itself but with the mere awareness of what does sadly happen to orphans and worse other young children in Real Life. Predators are real, and they full advantage of the innocent, and if we all turn a blind eye and act like they don't exist, that is actually a ton worse to me personally.
Honestly, League of Legends isn't quite my cup of tea, but I do not like one bit aggressive, cutting reviews. To anyone who doesn't like this fic, they are free to DNF it, no one's forcing you to read.
If ya'll want unicorns and rainbows, that's fine; just please keep in mind that fics like these anchored in reality have every right to be written. Ya'll get to have your opinion, sure; just please remember to be cordial about it and not outright bash on people. The person writing this is human. They have feelings. Consider and value them, just like you would do for yourself...
Thank you, dear Breagen-san for having the courage to write such an eye-opening fic. A great beginning, dear, truly. Please do not be discouraged. Best of luck with the rest of your stories.
Seth's Kiss
8/9/2020 c1 evelynn63
Hey buddy, word of advice, if you don't want a conversation happening like that on the comments section THEN FUCKING ADD IN THE UNDERAGE WARNING, YOU DEGENERATE PIECE OF BILE.
Goddamn Pedos. Creepy
Hey buddy, word of advice, if you don't want a conversation happening like that on the comments section THEN FUCKING ADD IN THE UNDERAGE WARNING, YOU DEGENERATE PIECE OF BILE.
Goddamn Pedos. Creepy