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Default An Orgy of Rape: Kardashians, and Jenners, and Hadids… Oh My CH06

An Orgy of Rape: Kardashians, and Jenners, and Hadids… Oh My!





Chapter Six – Khloe: Tortured and Tamed

“Well, alright,” Steel Shouted. “Let get this party started.”

In the corner of the room, the remaining women huddled together. Some had begun to question their wardrobe choices for the day, but none more than tall curvy Khloe Kardashian. The 6’ tall beauty was wearing a loose fitting ‘Harley-Davidson’ black and orange tank top, cut off denim Daisy Dukes that bared a third of her shapely bottom, and thigh high spiked heel black leather boots. Standing there, trying to fend off their advances, she looked like every biker’s dream bitch. Hot as she was, every bike there stepped back when Deacon strode up to her. Even the boss, Steel, made way for the huge grizzly bear of a biker, as he silently walked over to Khloe.

At 6’ 5” Deacon towered over statuesque Khloe. Staring up as the big biker, Khloe angry mouth fell silent as the big man pulled a think black leather collar from a hook on his belt, and in one smooth practiced movement, slipped it around Khloe’s neck, and buckled and locked it before she could even make a sound of protest. She barely saw his hand move to attach the leash to the collar, before Khloe found herself being dragged to the center of the room.
Khloe briefly looked up at Deacon scarred face, hoping for some sign of pity or tenderness. The lust she saw caused her to close her eyes and cry.

For his part, Deacon had found what he thought of as the perfect victim, and wasted no time. Steel handcuffs held Khloe’s arms behind her back, before Deacon picked up the iron bar. At first the bar confused Khloe, thinking she was about to be threaten or even beaten. Then she notices the metal rings at either end of the bar, with the large locking loops of leg irons on them. Deacon attached one end to one of Khloe’s ankles and then forced her to spread her legs wide enough so he could attach the other end to her other leg.

Up till this point, Khloe had offered only weak resistance, but as Deacon pressed a button lowering a chain from the winch mounted in the room’s rafters she realized what he had in mind and began struggle in earnest. Her struggles amounted to nothing, as Deacon pushed her to the floor, and grabbed the iron spreader bar that held her legs apart. He ran another chain between the two end loops of the bar, and then connected the chain from the ceiling winch to middle of the cross chain.

Deacon went back to the winch control, and after a small adjustment, the motor whirred to life and began to slowly lift the chain back up. After consuming the slack, the winch began to lift Khloe’s legs off the ground, as she screamed in protest, cursing and spitting at Deacon.

The other bikers let out a cheer as Khloe’s denim covered bottom lifted from the floor, and she was slowly, painfully raised till she dangled, upside down, with her head almost three foot above the floor. Her screaming continued as she hung inverted, in center of the room. The center of attention as her mother, sisters and friends all looked at her, as her body slowly turned on the end of the chain. Her hands bound, Khloe attempted to lash out with her teeth, trying to bite Deacon every time her drew close. Even that tactic was doomed to failure. After a few tried Deacon managed to catch Khloe by her cuffed wrists and step up behind her where her thrashing teeth couldn’t reach.
Deacon reached out and picked up a large wash tub, and set it on the floor under Khloe’s head, then pulling a garden hose laying nearby, shouted out, “Little T, turn on the water.” Slowly the hose sputtered to life and water started slowly began pouring into the empty wash tub.

Khloe twisted, trying to get a better view, trying to see what was happening, trying to figure out what this monster had planned for her. Soon, she could see the tub was three-quarters full and she could see the water stop flowing in from the hose.

Another click from the remote in Deacon’s hand, and Khloe felt herself slowly lowering down towards the water filled tub. Khloe called out for help as her hair began to dip into the water, and her head inched ever closer. As water touched her head Khloe began to call out, pleading for help. When the water reached her eyes, she squeezed her eyelids tightly shut. As she sank deeper in the water flooded in her nose. Khloe tried exhaling to blow the water out, as she closed her mouth and tried to hold her breath. The winch stopped as the water reached her chin. Khloe fought to hold her breath, and began to struggle harder, trying to escape the washtub.

Finally, as Khloe was about to give in, the winch came back to life and began lifting her up, out of the water. Khloe coughed and spit out water as she slowly rose and her lungs desperately reached out for air. Gasping for air, Khloe was still unable to speak when she felt the winch start to lower her down again. Once again, she slipped into the water, and the whole torture started all over again.

Khloe lost track of the number of times she was dunked and nearly drown. Finally, on the fourth or fifth dunking, Khloe passed out, giving into the dark fingers of unconsciousness, and slipping into oblivion.

When she came to, Khloe was still hanging from the ceiling, with Deacon slowly circling her dangling body.

Slowly, Deacon’s hands roamed up Khloe’s inverted form, from her back, to her hips, to her long, leather boot covered legs. He kissed her round ass checks where they showed from under the cut-off jeans. The whole time, Khloe still cursed and screamed obscenities at Deacon, while his tongue roamed freely over the exposed portions of her ass and thighs.

“MORE!” he growled. “I want more!” His voice rocked the room, and caused Khloe to tremble. Slowly Deacon turned the helpless woman till she was facing him (or his crotch anyway). That’s when Khloe saw the big bowie knife Deacon had pulled from its sheath, and was had firmly gripped in his right hand. Not knowing his intentions, and fearing the worst Khloe switched from screaming and cursing to crying and pleading. Chuckling, Deacon used his free hand to pull Khloe closer, as he skillfully slipped the tip of the big knife into the leg of her short shorts, by her right hip. Slowly, carefully, the big biker sliced the slow denim from leg to waist band allowing that side the fall open exposing Khloe’s right hip and completely baring her right ass cheek.

Khloe let out an almost silent sigh of relief as Deacon turned her around further, and slowly, tortuously repeated the cutting of her short on her left side. The denim fabric lay loose and limp, still lying between her legs, providing her with a last morsel of cover and modesty. As Deacon lifted the torn fabric away, Khloe realized that only a tiny thong kept her from being totally exposed to the cruel man that now hung her in mid-air.

Turning her back around Deacon returned to kissing and licking Khloe’s now completely bare bottom. The blood rushing to her head made it hard for Khloe to concentrate as she attempted to twist away from Deacon’s attentions.
Suddenly the hard slap of Deacon’s leather gloved hand of Khloe expensive bottom brought the woman back to clarity. She screamed in surprise as much as pain. Deacon hadn’t slapped that hard, but Khloe had been totally unprepared for the assault. She growled in fury as she felt Deacon’s tongue slip between the ass cheeks that only moments before he had struck. As his tongue danced around the thin string of her thong, Khloe was startled by the unexpected feeling of the biker’s long rough tongue probing her anus. The tiny brown rosebud puckered closed at the unwanted attention, and Khloe found herself momentarily breathless at the feeling of a strange man forcing his unwanted affections on her unwilling ass. Then, Deacon began… moaning, almost humming with pleasure as his tongue continued to probe and tickle Khloe’s ass. The sensation caused Khloe to draw a sharp breath, as her eyes widen from the sensation. When her breath returned she squealed out loud, without even meaning to.

Slowly Khloe’s body was turned in midair again as Deacon once again growled “MORE!” and pulled the bowie knife from his belt again. This time the target was Khloe’s thin tank top that had already fallen on the upside down model, until it exposed her under boob. Slowly, Deacon’s knife produced a series of small cuts in the cotton cloth of the tank top, slowly reducing it to a flimsy rag that barely clung to Khloe. For her part, each time the knife sliced into what was left of the tank top, Khloe feared would be the time the knife cut her as well.

Finally, Deacon grabbed the tattered remains of the tank top and ripped them away, exposing Khloe’s perfect 32C breasts for all to see; and more importantly, for Deacon to grope.

“This is it” Khloe thought to herself. “This is as humiliating as my life can get.”
She was wrong. Deacon’s knife had one more job to do.

“NOOOOOO!” Khloe screamed as Deacon slipped the knife blade under the thin elastic of the right hip of her thong, slicing it with a merest flick of his wrist, before moving to her left hip to slice that elastic away. Deacon’s hand gently lifted the remaining tiny fabric of the thong from between Khloe’s legs, leaving the beautiful woman totally exposed except for the leather boots that covered her long legs.

After returning the knife to its sheath, Deacon’s hands resumed their groping of Khloe’s firm C cup tits, and his face plunged into her now exposed pussy with the enthusiasm of a starving man at his first sight of a gourmet banquet. Khloe could do nothing but try and twist away, and mouth words of useless protest. Meanwhile Deacons mouth continued to ravage Khloe’s tender pussy.

At first Deacon had been content to lick his pussy back and forth, up and down her pussy lips. Then the tip of his tongue began probing, first spreading her surprisingly wet pussy lips to expose the treasures inside. His brief probe inside her caused Khloe to try and twist violently as she squealed. Deacon soon returned to licking Khloe’s pussy in his slow up and down rhythm until that probing tip found her delicate clit, slowly opening and rising. Her clit now became his tongue’s exclusive target. Probing, circling, flicking over the rapidly rising button of her clitoris; Deacon listened to the sound of Khloe’s moaning, and watched as her hips began to press forward, offering him better access to her now dripping wet pussy.

Deacon decided it was time to take further advantage of the helpless woman. His left hand lifted from the breast it was fondling, and slowly wrapped around Khloe, slipping behind her, and slowly forcing his massive middle finger inside her tight asshole.

Khloe screamed with indignity and pain, as Deacon finger-fucked her asshole. Soon the cursing and threats had returned and Deacon was forced to turn his attention away from her clit.

“Woman”, Deacon growled. “If you can’t learn to shut that mouth, I’m going to have to fill it.” With that, the big bike unbuckled his belt, opened his jeans, letting them fall to the floor.

A cheer went up from the other bikers. Whatever Khloe had expected she was totally unprepared for the sight that stood before her eyes…

12” of erect cock now stood mere inches from her face, and aimed directly at her mouth. Khloe gasped as she tried to form words. Not only was Deacon’s cock massive in length, it was freakishly wide as well. Khloe had a well-earned reputation that had exposed to her many massive men’s members before; but never in her life had she even imagined a cock could be this big around. Her already dizzy brain now swirled with thoughts of choking to death. Thought of gagging on a dick so big it would become stuck in her throat, suffocating her. Her eyes widened with fear, as she began to imagine the sensation of the monster ripping open her pussy, or worse yet her ass.

As Khloe opened her mouth to utter words of protest, she felt the fat cock forced inside her mouth faster that she could react.

“I know what you’re thinking, cunt.” Deacon smiled for the first time. “You even THINK about biting or getting clever, just remember, you’re still hanging from the ceiling, and my buds have your momma, your sisters and your friends. Just think about all the bad things that can happen.

Khloe closed her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as she could to take in Deacon’s cock. It tasted stale, dirty and unbathed. It was like he had been riding his bike for days with no break. The smell and taste was musty and Khloe thought about home much she hated it. Straining her jaw, she swallowed to get more of the long fat cock inside her mouth and slowly began to work it in and out.

Meanwhile, Deacon’s tongue had returned to massaging Khloe’s clit, and now both of her arms were wrapped around her, as the middle finger of one hand returned to probing and twisting in her ass, the first two fingers of the other hand had begun their invasion of her pussy, slowly sliding in and out. Soon without even noticing she had done it, Khloe had matched the pace of her sucking to the rhythm of her finger fucking, and matched those with the rocking of her hips.

Deacon took a short break from his licking to tell Khloe that she was being a good girl. Khloe felt flushed with shame at his praise, but her attempt to protect quickly turned into a deep hum, timed to match the movement of the massive cock that was sliding in and out of her stretched mouth.
Hung upside down as she was, in pain and humiliated, Khloe could feel the warm tremble of an orgasm building up deep inside her. Never before had she been stimulated on her clit and in all three orifices at the same time.
Unwilling as she was, Khloe was about to cum.

Urgently, Khloe tried to thrust her face forward harder, desperate to try and push Deacon’s cock deep down her throat. She tried to push her hips up to his face as he began to use his teeth to nibble on the delicate throbbing button of her clit. Khloe screamed in silence (Deacon’s big cock gagging her) as the big biker slipped a third finger into Khloe dripping pussy.

Just then, as she was almost ready to explode, Deacon yanked his fingers and cock from Khloe’s all holes and ended his attention to her throbbing, stimulated clit.

Khloe gasped for air at the shock. She tried to swing forward and catch Deacon’s cock in her mouth again. She twisted her hips and tried to push them forward to him like an offering. She howled and screamed in frustration as her near orgasm began to fade.

Quickly, Deacon grabbed a Small cat-o-nine tails and a riding crop. First he began to work Khloe’s soft round ass over, as she howled in pain and frustration. Next the crop went to work. Short, accurate swats to her clit and pussy lips caused Khloe to twist and scream in agony.

Now Deacon produced a short chain with clips on both end and a hook in the center, from his pocket. Khloe screamed in pain as the clips were allowed to snap onto her erect nipples, then pulling the chain tight, Deacon attached the center hook onto the “D” ring of Khloe’s Collar. The shot chain pulled in her exquisite nipples, painfully stretching them and causing Khloe to cry and sob loudly.

Now Deacon returned to the ‘cat’ and his flogging of Khloe’s ripe round bottom. Each swat of the whip, caused Khloe to jerk away, pulling her head back, further, painfully yanking the chain that linked her collar to the nipple clamps. Between swats from the whip, Deacon would alternate sharp painful swat to her pussy with the riding crop.

Khloe was dizzy, tired, seating; but Deacon was just hitting his stride.
A special vibrator came out of Deacon’s bag of tricks. Its straps looping around her legs, the vibe was firmly planted on top of her clit. The remote control in Deacon’s hand soon had the vibrator buzzing and humming, stimulating her sore clit; while Deacon pulled to small metal balls from the bag. Hooking each one on to Khloe’s nipple clips they pulled even harder on Khloe sensitive areola; but if Khloe thought that was their only purpose, she was soon sadly surprised. Pressing a button on each ball, they both began to vibrate. Khloe screamed again, this time not even knowing why. Silently Deacon smiled, and stood back up with the whip, to continue torturing Khloe’s bottom.

Long minutes passed, but Deacon had too many more tortures planned for Khloe to let her wait long for the next. A butt plug in the shape of a string of four vibrating balls now came from the bag. Deacon didn’t even bother to lubricate it. He just forced it into Khloe’s unprepared anus and listened to her scream as her anal ring puckered tight around the backside of ball, before the next was pushed into her ass.

Deacon turned the balls on, and then went back to lightly whipping Khloe’s ass. This was the final humiliation. Khloe yelled in pain, and then twisted weakly again the intrusion, before finally falling silent, and allowing her body to simply hang limp from the chains on her ankles.

She had surrendered, and was too tired to even say it out load. She just hung their and allowed Deacon to do whatever he wanted. She still reacted to the vibrators, the nipple torture, the whipping; but gone was the defiance, the screaming, the cursing, the threats; even the begging had been silenced.
She had surrendered, she belonged to Deacon know.

Removing the vibes and clips, Deacon used the winch to slowly lower his prize to the floor. Removing the spreader bar, Deacon reattached the leash to Khloe’s collar.

Holding her leash in his hand, Deacon gave her the first command of her new life.

“Khloe, get up.” He said firmly, slapping the riding crop against his own boot, to emphasize the command. Slowly, weakly, Khloe managed to rise to her feet, and stand in front of her new owner, on her tired, wobbly legs. “Good Girl.” Then without another word, Deacon pulled Khloe close to him by her leash, and kissed her, forcing her lips open and sliding his tongue inside her mouth. Khloe quietly kissed her new master back.

The room had fallen almost silent at the sight of tall, defiant Khloe beaten and submissive. The other women couldn’t believe their eyes. If Khloe couldn’t fight these men off, what hope did they have? The bikers, on the other hand, cheered; some even clapped; as Deacon Picked up his prize and tossed her over his shoulder before carrying her out of the room.

Khloe didn’t know it, but her destination was one of the building’s bedrooms. Deacon wanted some privacy for what happened next. Deacon carried her in and dropped her unceremoniously on the bed, as Khloe softly cried unaware she was even doing it. Looking at the big bed, Khloe assumed Deacon would soon be on top of her, having his way. She wasn’t quite right.

Deacon pulled on Khloe’s leash until she was sitting upright on the edge of the bed. It was the first time Khloe got a good look around the room. It was a large bedroom, and contained a number of pieces of odd looking furniture. One, that deacon was busy wiping the dust off, looked like a short saw horse; except that in addition to the cross piece at the top of the triangle formed by the legs, there were also cross pieces parallel to the top piece, a few inches from the bottom. Even stranger, while the legs were made of a strong looking dark wood, the three cross pieces were all covered with cushioning and were upholstered. Also, large steel screw eyes were bolted onto the object in several locations.

“Come on Khloe” Deacon ordered as he gave a gentle tug on her leash. Pulling her leash, he led her to the strange piece of furniture he had just finished cleaning.

“Kneel”, Deacon ordered, as he guided Khloe down and forced her to put her knees on one of the lower cross members. “Now, bend over.” Khloe slowly leaned forward, till her belly lay on the soft, cushioned top cross piece.

Without another word he unhooked one side of the handcuffs that restrained her and pulled the wrist that it was still attached to around to the other side of the piece of furniture, and locked the open end into one of the screw eyes. Then producing another pair of hand cuffs duplicated the restraint on the free hand. Khloe was still dizzy and confused; she pulled lightly on the cuffs that now held her down, and Deacon moved behind her and ran a rope around each of her thighs, pulling them open, and securing them to the screw eyes on that side of the object.

When he was finished securing her , he stood up and gave her a pat on her bottom, then stepped around in front on her.

“You don’t have to tie me anymore. I won’t resist. I won’t try to get away. I’ll do anything you want.” Khloe quietly spoke the words; and then added, “Master.”

“I know Khloe. That’s a good girl.” Deacon patted her head like she was a dog. He smiled as he tosseled her long hair. “But I like my women properly restrained, especially when they’re on the breeding bench.”

Khloe’s eyes snapped wide open at the name of the device she was strapped down to. She started to open her mouth to ask what a breeding bench was, but suddenly found Deacon’s massive cock stuffed into her mouth again. This time there would be no resisting. Khloe had learned her lesson and quickly set about trying to satisfy Deacon, managing to pull the cock from her mouth so she could lick it full length, from tip to balls. The sounds of Deacon’s groans told her she had found something he liked, as she began to lick the sweaty, hairy balls of the biker who now owned her. She sucked each one into her mouth and massaged them with her tongue, before surprising even Deacon by sucking both his balls into her mouth together. The groan from Deacon came from deep inside. Long and low, the big biker was enjoying his new prize possession.

Returning his cock to Khloe’s mouth, Deacon took her head in his hands and began fucking her mouth. She tried as best she could to keep up with him, and suck the fat dick that was now filling her throat. Khloe struggled and pushed trying to get the cock further down her throat. She wanted to please Deacon, to keep him happy. A satisfied biker might be less likely to whip and abuse her.

Deacon growled with satisfaction, as he pulled his cock from Khloe’s skilled mouth. He put his hand under her chin and lifted her face. “Good Girl.” Then patted and stroked her head again.

Deacon stepped behind the bound beauty, and patted her round bottom that Khloe tried to hold up for his inspection. He looked down on his prize as he slowly stroked her ass, then without warning grabbed her hips and began forcing his massive member into her pussy that was still recovering from his earlier torture.

Khloe’s scream was one of pure pleasure.

Deacon began plunging his cock deep inside Khloe’s wet pussy. Taking firm grip on her hips He begin slamming his dick inside, and with each stroke his balls slapped against her clit, and with each slam Khloe grunted with pleasure.
“Oh god!”, Khloe screamed. “Oh god! Breed me… please… Breed me.”
Deacon smiled and shoved his cock deep inside Khloe, and held it there. Pressing hard against her hips, he held deep inside and twisted and grinded his cock in her. Khloe twisted under the pressure of the massive cock opening her pussy wider and wider. Soon she was pleading for Deacon’s cum, begging him to fill her. But Deacon wasn’t ready to end his torture of Khloe yet.
Deacon slowly pulled his cock partially out of Khloe’s throbbing pussy, as he leaned over and spit onto her asshole. The feeling of his spit hitting her ass surprised Khloe. The next moment Khloe was hollering in pain as Deacon forced his thick middle funeral into Khloe’s tight anus. As his finger worked her puckered bottom, his fat cock returned to working its way in and out of her pussy.

Khloe now found herself growling and moaning from pain, as well as the surprising amount of pleasure she was feeling as Deacon raped her. Helplessly she lay bent over the breeding bench, tied down and at the mercy of a monstrous man who knew no mercy. Yet strangely, her body had responded to him, almost instinctively. Now she found herself pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts as his massive cock painfully forced its way inside her tender cunt. Tied down like an animal, sweating and grunting as he raped her, Khloe realized that she had never felt more passionate, more sensual, more… alive.
“Give it to me.” Khloe gasped. “Give it to me. Fuck me. Oh god, fuck me.” Deacon smiled as he slammed into Khloe’s cunt one last time, before drawing it all the way out. Deacon stood towering over her for a moment, looking down on her helpless squirming body, then plunging his foot long cock directly into her unprotected asshole.

“ARRRRRRGH!” Khloe’s scream pierced the air thru the house. “Oh god… No No No… Not this… please not this! I’ll do anything. I’ll do anything you want… anything but this. Oh god you’re tearing me a part. It’s too big… I can’t take it… I can’t take it… you’re killing me.” Khloe struggle like she had never fought before, as Deacon’s massive cock continued to force open her ass, and penetrate deeper and deeper inside her.

And above it all, Deacon’s laughter echoed.

“Ooooooooh. Oh god, it hurts” Khloe screamed. “It hurts so much. Please just be gently with me. I’ll do anything you want… you know I will. I’m yours, I’ll do anything… please, just don’t hurt me.” Khloe cried, loud deep sobs as she begged. Finally, Deacon’s cock was fully inserted in Khloe’s tight ass. Now deep inside his victim, Deacon began to move his cock slowly in and out. Khloe’s head was spinning from the pain and the stimulation of her tired, stretched rectum. The sensation was nothing like she had ever felt before. She had boyfriends who were into rough sex over the years, but nothing like this. Nothing this painful… yet, deep inside, she could feel another orgasm starting to build.

Khloe’s eyes widened, her begging was replaced by short passionate grunts as Deacon reached full insertion, and long moans as he slowly slid in and out. Khloe cried tears of pleasure and self-disgust. She couldn’t believe her body was betraying her like this. She couldn’t believe she was building to an orgasm. An orgasm like she had never felt before. An orgasm she didn’t want, and an orgasm that might be the biggest she had ever felt.

If she wasn’t strapped down, Khloe probably would have collapsed onto the floor. Tired, sweating from the rough treatment of her body, Khloe could no longer resist in any way.

Deacon could almost feel her surrendering to him. He began thrusting harder and faster into his helpless slave. By her panting breath, and her rolling hips he knew Khloe, like himself, was close to cumming. He was ready and felt the urge to bring to orgasm at the same time as he came. He knew exactly how to make her do it.

Drawing his hand high over his head, Deacon brought it down full strength onto Khloe soft round ass.

“RAAAAARRRRRGH!” Khloe screamed loud enough to make the windows vibrate. “Yes.. Yes… Yes… Do it again, DO IT AGAIN!” Deacon shoved his cock in full depth, hard and fast, followed by another hard slap to her ass. Khloe screamed with delight and continued to beg for more, becoming louder and more obscene as she screamed.

“Fuck my ass… fuck it harder.” Khloe growled. “Rape me… treat me like a slut. Yes… I’m your slut. Rape me… rape your slut!” Deacon made his final thrust inside her, just as Khloe’s orgasm finally exploded. Her ass gripped tight, as she screamed and her pussy gushed out her juices. Her anal grip was so tight, even Big Bad Deacon yelled as his victim squeezed his huge cock.

Pulling his rock hard cock from her body, it’s head emerged just as Deacon massive load of cum shot out onto Khloe’s ass, back and hair; Covering her trembling body with his sticky seed. Staggering in front of Khloe’s bound body, Deacon shot another load of cum all over Khloe’s internationally famous face, before stuffing his still hard cock into her panting mouth, forcing her to taste her own anal slime as he stuffed his cock deep in, before shooting his final sticky load down her throat, forcing her to swallow every drop.

There she lay. International celebrity Khloe Kardashian, bent over and tied down to a ‘breeding bench’, covered with the sperm of the strange man who had just raped her, her belly filled with the man’s spunk, that she had just willingly swallowed. Her ass cocked up at the touch of Deacon’s hand on it. Khloe purred at the feeling. “Mmmmmm… please master… more…”

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