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Christina Hendricks: Hotel Hell	By : TheKingInYellow Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 15048 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction! I don't know chistina hendricks, and I don't make a thing off my writing! Also, I do own this story, it is an original work, and can be found under another penname on another site!

Chapter List
- 1-Christina Hendricks: Hotel Hell.
- 1
Marcus jolted awake from his nap as he heard a woman addressing him. "Sir? Are you awake?" Rubbing his eyes, Marcus looked up drowsily to see an annoyed looking woman staring at down at him. "Yes ma'am, sorry ma'am!" he stuttered out as he snapped to attention, moving into position behind the keyboard of the check-in system "How may I help you?" The woman sighed, closing her eyes, and for the first time Marcus had the chance to look at her for more than a split second.

She had shoulder length red hair, done up in a short, loose ponytail, pale skin, full red lips… Marcus' eyes wandered down to her chest, and his jaw nearly dropped "Those have GOT to be fake…" he thought to himself. He was so stunned and enraptured with her chest, and the thoughts of what they must have looked like under the dress she wore, that he didn't notice her open her eyes.

"EXCUSE ME! EYES. UP. HERE." she snapped at him angrily. Marcus flushed and snapped his eyes back to her face as she glared at him. "I'm checking in, my room should be reserved under Hendricks." Marcus nodded and quickly checked her into the computer system, then retrieved a key card for her room and passed it to her. She snatched it from his hand, and turned to walk away before stopping for a moment "If you look at me like that again, I'll have your job. Understood?" Marcus nodded heavily, sweating. Despite this, he couldn't help watch as she walked off. "That bitch thinks she can talk to me like that!? I can't help it, she's got a body like that and wears a sheer dress, and I'M the asshole!?" He thought as he watched he hips sway as she walked off, the green satin dress she wore outlining her ass nicely.

Marcus seethed, looking at her reservation still on screen. He realized looking at her name on the room information that he knew who she was: She was the actress Christina Hendricks. Marcus gritted his teeth, he HATED stuck up hollywood types. He wanted to teach this whore a lesson, and badly.

Marcus grabbed the spare keycard to her room, and has he started to storm off angrily, he passed the security office. He stopped as he saw a window into the room where they kept the security gear. On the wall and in boxes lay batons, stun guns, and handcuffs. Marcus' brain sparked evil ideas as he swiped his keycard through, and took some supplies. "This is going to be fun…." he thought, as he entered into the elevator.

Marcus took the items he had swiped and dropped them into a paper bag as he entered the elevator, heading for the penthouse suit. "I can hardly wait to get my hands on her…." he muttered, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead as the doors opened, and he stood in front of the door to her room. "This is it…." he thought, gripping his "bag of tricks" tighter in his hand.

Christina couldn't have been less aware of what was about to befall her. She was in the shower, enjoying the feeling of hot water cascading down her beautiful body. "What a day." she murmured softly as she relaxed into the hot water.

The redheaded star finished her shower, turned off the water, and stepped out. She dried her self, and then began to re-dress for sleep. A lacy white bra, matching panties, a large grey t shirt she borrowed from her husband, and a set of black boxers. Christina stepped out of the bathroom, and headed to her bed.

Marcus had entered silently, he heard her in the shower, and considered ambushing her there, but felt it would be safer for him to wait in the walk in closet of her bedroom, so he didn't risk shocking himself with the stun gun. He hid, and watching with bated breath as he heard her approach. She stepped into the dark room, barely wearing anything, and what she did wear was barely enough to cover her. Marcus felt his cock harden, and he waited, just a few more seconds….

Christina heard the closet door open, and before she could turn around or scream a large hand forced itself over he mouth, and she felt a burning pain in her lower back as she was shocked with a stun gun. She wailed into the hand on her mouth, but her screams died off into choking gasps of pain at the shock she had received.

"Be quiet, whore!" Marcus hissed into her ear. "You try to scream and I'll beat you black and blue, understand!" She didn't respond, but Marcus could feel her body tensing as she breathed hard. "I said do you understand me!?" He growled as he pushed the stun gun against her right breast and shocked her again, causing her to scream into his hand and flail in agony. Finally, when the shock subsided, she nodded slowly.

"Good girl. Now I'm going to take my hand away, and you're going to shut up and put your hands behind your back." Marcus slowly lifted his hand off her mouth, and she gasped for breath as he did. "Please, don't hurt me, I have money, you can have as much as you- urk!" she was cut off mid sentence by a thick, flabby arm holding her in a headlock. "I told you to shut up, slut!", he snarled, activating the stun gun again and holding it in front of her pretty face. "Do you WANT me to hurt you? Huh? You like getting hurt?" Marcus asked as he deactivated the stun gun and pushed it against her crotch.

Christina shook her head frantically at this, and croaked out a few words with the little air she had "I'm….sorry….be….good." Marcus grinned. "Hands behind your back." She complied swiftly, and no sooner had she done so than she felt cold steel close around her wrists and tighten. Marcus released her throat, and threw her onto the large bed. He looked at his prize hungrily: Her shirt had ridden up when she hit the bed, and he could see her flat belly and the pale flesh just above her hips. Christina looked up at the large, masked man in terror, he was holding a stun gun in one hand, produced a pair of scissors from his bag with the other, and began to walk towards her.

Christina flinched and squeezed her eyes shut with a whimper as he sat down heavily next to her. She was expecting him to cut her, shock her again, or make good on his promise to beat her. Instead, she heard the scissors snipping, and heard him bark an order to her "Open your mouth, cunt!" Christina opened her cherry red lips and he stuffed a wad of fabric into her mouth, tying it off behind her head with a strip he had cut from the pillowcase.

Marcus rolled her onto her back, and leered down at her "I'm going to enjoy this…" he panted, reaching for her shirt. Christina's eyes went wide in fear "He can't mean…. he wouldn't…" she thought. Her internal denial was cut short as he cut her shirt off with the scissors, revealing her large, bra-clad breasts. Tears formed in Christina's eyes as he slid the blade under the left shoulder strap of her bra. Snip. He moved the right strap. Snip. The only thing between her soon-to-be-rapist and her famous bust was the front strap of her bra. He slowly slid the blade of the open scissors between her tits, lifting it to meet the last piece of fabric between him and the largest set of jugs he had ever seen. Snip.

Marcus tore the tattered remains of the bra away and stared in awe at Christina's immense bust. He lunged at her unable to contain his bestial lust for her. His hands closed around her tits and squeezed down, expecting to meet the resistance of silicone. Instead, his fingers sunk into the soft, warm flesh, and he almost began to drool: They were real! "So you DON'T have implants, bitch?" Marcus laughed cruelly.

Christina sobbed into her gag, tears streaming from her face as Marcus fondled and molested her. She screamed at him through her gag, desperate to stop the painful vice-like grip on her breasts. She bucked and twisted as he groped her, but his bulk pinned her to the bed. Suddenly, the squeezing on her tits stopped, and she looked down at Marcus through her tear soaked eyes.

"Let's see if the curtains match the drapes!" Marcus said as a cruel grin spread across his face, and he moved towards her waist. He took a hold of the waistband of Christina's boxers and panties, and began to pull them down with lust in his eyes. She began to kick and flail as he pulled the last of her clothing down her long, shapely legs. Marcus grabbed the stun gun from the bed and jammed it against her thigh. Christina's beautiful body seized up, and Marcus finished stripping her.

He leaned forward and grabbed her knees, splaying her gorgeous legs roughly as he lowered his gaze. A thin strip of dark blonde hair sat above the alluring, pink flesh of her naked pussy. "Not really a redhead, huh sweet-tits? Don't worry, you'll be red enough down there real soon." Marcus stood up, and walked around to the side of the bed, leering down at his beautiful, quivering prize. He quickly stripped off his shirt, and Christina's nose wrinkled in disgust at the sight of his sweaty, fat body. Her disgust turned to utter terror when he dropped his pants, and she saw the large bulge in his underwear.

Marcus noticed her eyes had locked onto his crotch, and he grinned "Like what you see?" He mocked her, before climbing back into bed and settling himself onto of Christina. His large gut pushed against her flat belly and pushed her down into the mattress. She gave a grunt of disgust through the gag, and turned her head to the side to avoid looking at Marcus. He was too enraptured with feeling her naked flesh on his. He could feel her trembling under his bulk, felt his hard cock press against her hips through his filthy briefs, the feeling of her soft tits against her chest, and the faint scent of roses she had about herself.

He was aroused to no end by this woman, she was PERFECT. Leaning back, Marcus shifted his body until his face hovered over her chest. He grabbed a handful of soft breast and extended his slimy tongue, running it across her nipple slowly. Christina turned to face him, only to find him already looking up at her. He stared into her tearful blue eyes, and with absolute lust in his eyes, bit down on her nipple. Christina threw her head back, her back arched in pain, and she screamed as loud as she could through the gag in her mouth. She began to buck and kick wildly as he began to chew and slobber on her tits. Drool slid down her rack and into her cleavage, her nipples stood erect from the saliva on them, and had turned red and sore from his biting them each in turn.

Marcus gave her left tit one last good suck, finishing with a bite before he lifted off her again. Moving towards Christina's lovely face, he removed his underwear before her eyes. She had never seen a more disgusting thing in her life. His cock was as almost as thick as her wrist, and looked to be about 10 inches long. It stank of smegma, urine, and sweat, and it's large, uncut head bombed in front of her eyes. "Time for us to have a little fun, Christina." Marcus said in a tone that was all too gleeful at her suffering.

"But where to start? so many good choices!" He mused idly while running his hands across her body. "I think I have just the thing." Marcus grinned evilly, walking to his bag. Christina watching in terror, her mind raced at what he might produce from the bag. "What's he going to do to me!? What more COULD he do, he already plans to rape me." she thought dejectedly. Her fear turned to confusion, in his hand he held a small, black object, only an inch long, and very thin. "A handcuff key? Then he's letting me go!?" Christina was shocked, she was saved! Why else would he unlock her cuffs? "He must have realized he wouldn't get away with it!" Marcus sat heavily on the bed and flipped her onto her belly. He grabbed the chain between her wrists and unlocked the left cuff.

Christina sprang from the bed the moment her hands were free, pulling the gag from her mouth and running for the bedroom door! She barely made it 3 steps before she was pulled back sharply by her hair! "Aaah! Let me go you pig!" she screamed as she kicked and scratched at him. Marcus felt his blood boil at the insult, and wrapped a meaty hand around her elegant throat. She grabbed his thick arm and began to kick as she struggled for air, gasping and gurgling as her mouth gulped like a fish out of water. "Stupid cunt!" He roared at her. "Did I tell you that you could leave!? DID I!?" He paused, and Christina realized he was waiting for an answer. She weakly shook her head no, and Marcus threw her onto the bed again. She gasped and coughed for air as he jerked her legs apart, and before she could say another word, he clamped his hand over her mouth.

"You tried to run away from me, you're going to PAY for that." He snarled through gritted teeth as he reached across the bed and retrieved his stun gun. Christina snapped back from her frantic breathing through her nose when she felt the cold metal electrodes touch the lips of her cunt. "Dance for me, whore!". Her body snapped taught and she spasmed, screaming before the shock took her voice again, as her body jolted and bucked on the bed, Marcus watched her tits jiggle enticingly. She kicked out, writhing and seizing in utter agony, Marcus pressed the device in deeper, and Christina froze.

He could see her muscles were still spasming, although she barely moved from her arched position as her hands clutched the sheets involuntarily. Marcus held the shock, waiting until her eyes began to roll back into her head before he stopped it and released her mouth. Christina was soaked in sweat, her pussy throbbed and burned from the brutal punishment he had inflicted on her. She was barely conscious as Marcus cuffed her hands again, this time in front of her body, and laid himself on top of her again.

"That was your punishment, sweetheart." He breathed into her face, and she moaned and turned her head from his horrid breath. "Awww, don't be like that, c'mere and give Marcus a kiss!" He grabbed her hair and forced her to face him before pressing his mouth over hers, sticking his tongue into her mouth as his free hand groped her left tit. Christina moaned into his mouth in disgust, his foul breath sickened her, and she clenched her bound hands in frustration as his tongue wound around hers. He held her against him, relishing the feel of her supple body as he forced her into a disgusting french kiss. After 20 agonizing seconds of forcing her to kiss him like a lover, he slowly pulled away from her mouth and stuffed the gag back between her lips.

Marcus leaned back, laying down on the bed. He grabbed a handful of Christina's hair and pulled her to him. "After that shit you just pulled, I'm tense," Marcus said as he leered down at her "Why don't you give me a little massage…." His meaning was not lost on her, and she glared up at him furiously. How DARE he expect me to give him ANYTHING!" She thought indignantly "He can rape and abuse me, but I won't service a disgusting brute like hi-" Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp tug on her hair, pulling her face close to his again. "Do it, whore! Do it or I'm fucking you up the ass right now!" He yelled into her face. He shoved her back down so that she was eye level with his crotch "You know what to do."

Christina closed her eyes in shame, she had no choice. "Perhaps if I do this for him, he'll be more gentle with me…" she hoped. Weeping, she closed one hand at the base of his cock, and placed the other on his shaft. "That's it.. Marcus breathed as she began her task. She stroked her soft hand up his throbbing cock, gently caressing the bloated, uncut tip with her nimble fingers. She peeled back his rubbery foreskin and gave the head a gentle squeeze before gliding her hand back down. Christina gently ran her long nails along the underside, and heard Marcus groan with pleasure as she did. The hand she had wrapped around his base gently twisted, and she continued to squeeze, massage, and tickle the disgusting, stinking member in front of her. Marcus grinned down at her "Massage my sack, too.".

With an expression of absolute disgust, she moved her lower hand to his hairy, sweat balls and because to work them. she juggled them in her hand, scratched them gently, and delicately squeezed his scrotum. As she stroked him, Christina heard him gasp. With utter horror, she noticed a thick, sticky trickle of pre-cum oozing from the head, running down over her hand. She felt sick, and her skin crawled as the warm fluid oozed onto her hand, and dripped onto his balls, covering both her hands in the disgusting fluid.

She sobbed, utterly horrified by what she was being made to do, and dreading the disgusting, humiliating outcome that was soon to occur. She continued her forced pleasuring of Marcus, the precum soaking her hands allowing her to stroke him faster. He began to thrust into her soft hands, and with a final stroke of her hand on his cock and a squeeze of his sack, she felt his cock stiffen and heard him moan in pleasure. Christina closed her eyes, and felt a thick load of greasy cum spray into her pretty face. She had never been so humiliated in her entire life. She felt his thick, stinking jizz cover her face, and the final drops of it leaked into her hand as she gave him a last stroke.

She pulled away from him as he panted and looked at her. "That's a good look for you, Christina." he said between breaths. Marcus sat up and grabbed his cum-stained victim "Give me a minute, sweetheart, and we'll have even more fun…"

Christina opened her eyes and tears flowed down her cum-covered face as she realized her ordeal was not only still happening, but the worst was yet to come….

He pulled her body to him until Christina was sitting on his lap, his softening, sticky cock rubbed against her ass as he pulled her down to lay on top of him. One thick arm wrapped around her waist, while his other grabbed a handful of her right tit and gave it a hard squeeze. Christina whimper into her gag: Her best effort at gaining more gentle treatment, debasing herself and aiding in her own defilement had been for nothing. Marcus buried his face in the back of her neck as he groped the squirming beauty, feeling her tremble in fear and disgust "What's the matter? I thought hollywood whores used makeup all the time!" he said with a spiteful laugh.

As he groped and rubbed against his captive, Marcus felt his cock begin to stiffen again. Christina screamed into her gag and began to kick and writhe again when she felt him growing hard against the crack of her ass. "No, not there!" she begged through the gag. Marcus ignored her pleas and pushed her off of him, rolling her onto her back while climbing between her legs. He pressed the sticky, bulbous head of his large dick against her sore cunt lips. Christina looked at him pleadingly, her face covered in drying cum, her blue eyes pouring tears as she drooled into her gag. Marcus' eyes met hers, and with a sadistic smile, he lifted his body over her.

Christina shook her head frantically, sobbing uncontrollably as he forced her long legs apart. "I'm going to make you feel like a virgin again, slut." Marcus grabbed her ass and held tightly, and putting all his strength and the full weight of his body into it, drove his hips forward. Christina screamed as loudly as she could into the gag before the weight of her rapist drove the air from her lungs. He had only buried himself halfway into her tight, dry pussy, and the pain was already unbearable. She tried to struggle, but her hands were pinned under his fat body.

Marcus lifted his hips and dropped down again, driving all 10 inches of his thick cock into her, the head battering it's way into her cervix. Christina had never suffered a more painful penetration in her entire life, and she felt her tight channel tear in places as he forced her to accommodate his size. He let go of her ass and grabbed her hips while he began to pound himself in and out of her tight snatch.

He was in paradise, her cunt was tighter than he had hoped, and her desperate bucking and writhing sent a jolt of pleasure through him. Marcus tightened his grip and thrust as hard and fast as he could, watching her tits jiggle as he violated her. He felt the small amount of blood on his shaft lubricate him, and grinned down at her "Having fun?". His hands closed around her breasts and he used her tits as handles to pull himself forward while he thrust. "Wrap your legs around me!" her ordered her. Christina wept as she slowly complied, wrapping her gorgeous legs around his fat body.

Marcus was soaked with sweat as he savagely raped the beautiful actress, he body was pressed tight against his flabby frame as he fucked her with everything he had. Christina's pussy ached, both from her violent rape and the previous shock she had received. His sweat dripped onto her, and she nearly gagged from the feeling of his hairy, unwashed body pressing against her. Marcus loved the feeling of her sweat-drenched tits against his chest, and as he sped up, he felt precum dripping from his cock and his balls tightened.

With a bellow, Marcus grabbed her tits in a vice-grip, causing Christina to arch her back, pushing her belly into his gut as forcing their hips together as he pushed himself as deep as her could into her. Panting in ecstasy, Marcus felt him cum racing down his shaft. As she felt his disgusting semen splash into her womb, Christina let out a sob of absolute despair. His thick, sticky cum filled her pussy. She was disgusted and horrified: What if she became pregnant by her rapist!?

Marcus dropped onto of her, sweating profusely and breathing hard. "Was it good for you too?". He held his cock inside her until he had caught his breath, and pulled it from her. There was a wet sucking noise, and a trickle of thick jizz leaked out of her battered hole.

Panting, Marcus sat up and leaned against the headboard. "That was fun, Christina, but now I'm all sticky…." He leered down at her, and she barely stirred from the fetal position she had curled into, clutching her sore pussy. "I think you should clean me up…."

Christina felt him grab her hair and pull her up to face him. After her torturous rape, she was barely conscious, and could only give a barely audible whimper of pain in response. Marcus dropped her head onto his sweaty, hairy chest and undid the gag at long last. She gasped at the sudden ability to breathe easily, and gulped air desperately. He watched her laying on his chest as her body heaved for oxygen. Marcus admired her beauty, even in the state she was now. Her face was coated in dried cum, drool covered her chin from the gag, and her tits and pussy burned red from the abuse he had heaped onto her.

"Please…. no more…" Marcus was jolted from his thoughts as Christina begged in a small voice. The fear in her voice stirred his arousal once more. "Shut up." He barked dryly before shoving her back down. "No…. wait.. I…" Christina managed to croak out between breaths, trying desperately to do something, ANYTHING to avoid further pain. Marcus' temper flared, how DARE she disobey him! He grabbed her hair and twisted, enjoying her cry of pain. "Put your mouth to good use, CUNT!" He roared as he shoved her pretty face into his crotch.

Christina wretched as the semi-flaccid, cum-drenched head of his cock was forced into her mouth. The taste was unbearable, and as she began to pull back, she felt a hand on the back of her head, and the sticky, thick shaft followed. She felt the head push into her throat and gagged violently, struggling to breathe around the quickly growing penis between her lips. Every time she took a breath, she gagged again, and her attempts to pull back were met with her nose being pinched until she choked. Marcus held her there, enjoying the feeling of her suffocating on his member, finally allowing her off when her eyes began to roll back into her head.

Marcus looked down at her and laughed, he LIKED hurting her, it was a good way to put her in her place! He grabbed her head, but before he could force her down again, he was interrupted. Christina coughed and choked, managing to stutter out a few words "Please…. I'll give you a blow job, a real one….just don't hold me down again!" Marcus stopped, the prospect of her being forced to pleasure him again getting his attention. "A REAL blow job?" she nodded hastily "Yes, I'll…." She choked back a sob "I'll do it just like I do for my husband…" Her face flushed red with shame. "You'll drink my cum?" An expression of absolute disgust crossed her pretty face, and she whispered her response in utter humiliation "Y-yes….."

He considered forcing her down again, but the promise of her giving him her best was too tempting. "Get sucking." Christina leaned forwards, cupping his balls in her hand before she brought her full, red lips less than an inch away from the pulsing, uncut head of Marcus' cock. She put her tongue out and flicked it over his foreskin, then pulled the sticky flesh back with her free and and lapped all over it. The taste of his unwashed genitals almost made her wretch, but she forced it down and swirled her tongue across the head before shifting position. She slowly stroked his cock with her hand as she lowered her mouth to his sack and began to lick and suck gently on his balls.

Marcus laid back, he was in absolute bliss. He had Christina Hendricks, the beautiful star of Mad Men, was sucking his cock and balls. He felt he wetly slurp his scrotum before she coiled her tongue at the base of his shaft and slid it all the way to the tip. He felt her hot breath on the head of his penis, and once again felt the urge to force her, but he restrained himself. "It'll be much nicer if SHE does it…" he thought, smiling to himself. Christina wet her ruby lips again before leaning forward and giving the pulsing head a wet kiss, sucking softly on the throbbing prong, she teased the slit with her tongue before sliding her mouth warm over the head.

Christina wrapped her wet tongue around the sticky head, sucking deeply on it as she opened her tear-filled eyes to meet Marcus', she gently rubbed his sweaty ball sack as she began to take more of his cock into her mouth. She wanted to vomit at the taste, despite his forcing it into her gullet earlier removing most of his cum, the foul stench and flavor lingered on him. Christina bobbed her head and she sucked and twirled her tongue on the organ, stopping when she got a little over halfway down.

She took a deep breath through her nose and swallowed down the rest of his stinking cock. Marcus gasped in pleasure as she deep-throated him, and looked down into her humiliated face as she sucked on him. She swallowed, giving his dick a pleasurable tug in her throat before she began to pull back up, before finally slipping off the head of his cock with a wet smacking sound. She teased the tip with her tongue, sliding it under his foreskin.

She could tell by Marcus' breathing that it wouldn't be long before he came. Christina shuddered at the thought of his disgusting sperm in her mouth, but she dared not pull her head back. He'd kill her, she KNEW he would. She considered biting, but knew there was no escape. All she could do was hope it was over as soon as possible. Christina felt precum leak onto her quivering tongue, the taste was horrible! Miserably, she endured and gently squeezed Marcus' balls as her tongue danced on the head of his penis.

For the first time since she began, Marcus spoke "Don't swallow right away, hold it in your mouth and taste it first…" she sobbed, but nodded. She gave him a final, soft suck, almost like a lover's kiss, and felt his greasy, rancid cum fill her mouth. Christina closed her eyes as hot tears filled them, this was the most disgusting thing she had ever experienced! She pulled off Marcus' cock and swirled the bitter, musky jism in her mouth before gulping it down.

"Oh….. that was FANTASTIC." Marcus panted. Christina fought back the urge to vomit, and rubbed her throat with her cuffed hands. She felt sick, it was like she had just swallowed raw sewage! She heard him move off the bed and heard the sound of a belt buckle. She turned, only to find him holding the belt in one hand and grabbing her hair with the other. "Get me all nice and slobbery, sugar-lips!" She grimaced at the humiliating nickname and began to lick his cock again, eyeing the belt in his hands. "For your own sake, make it nice and wet…."

Christina meekly obeyed, working as much spit as she could onto his dick. She hoped he wouldn't make her blow him again, she didn't think she could stand the humiliation, and her stomach still churned at the cum she had been forced to swallow. Marcus waited until she had coated him to his satisfaction then stepped away. Climbing onto the bed behind her, he grabbed her shapely hips and she felt his cock press against her thigh. Christina shuddered at the idea of him depositing another load of sperm into her womb. "Please….not in me, not again…." she begged. Marcus slapped her on the ass hard "Quiet, whore." He pulled her into position, and smiled to himself. If she only knew what he had planned.

Marcus grabbed her ass cheeks roughly and pried them apart, spitting into the gap between them. Christina's eyes went wide as she realized what he was planning. "NO! NOT THAT!" She screamed and began to kick. Marcus was unfazed, pushing the thick head of his cock against the tiny hole of Christina's ass. "NO! STOP, YOU'll KILL ME! NOOOO!" Marcus ignored her pleas and bucked his hips forward as hard as he could, burying his cock into her tight hole. "AAAAAAAAAH-GGGhhuuuu" Christina's scream was choked off by Marcus as he wrapped his belt around her throat like a leash and hauled on it, pulling her head back.

He had barely shoved a few inches into her, and he pulled on the belt as he shoved forward again. Gurgling sounds came from Christina as he puled her even further back, and he saw her hands desperately move to her throat, clawing at the belt as he choked her. Marcus held her for a long moment, then relaxed his grip and let her fall forward. His free hand clutched her belly for support and he began to stuff the rest of his long, fat cock into her bowels. After 5 hard shoves, he was buried into her fully. Marcus moaned at the tight, hot fit, and began to thrust.

Christina tried to pull away, and was met with another jerk of the belt, causing her to cough and strangle as it bit into her throat. Marcus grabbed her hair and pulled her back onto her hands and knees, leaning over his suffering captive. "You've never had it up the ass, have you?" He whispered as he squeezed a handful of tit. Christina didn't respond, her teeth were gritted, and every muscle in her body tensed at the white hot pain in her backside. Marcus scowled and twisted her nipple as hard as he could "ANSWER ME!" He roared. Christina shook her head no. He laughed "Looks like I get to make you feel like a virgin more than once!"

He leaned off of her, and began to pound his cock into her virginal ass with every ounce of force he could muster. Christina finally caved and screamed again, it was too much, he was too big! Once again, Marcus pulled on the belt as hard as he could and held her there, enjoying the way her ass clamped down as she choked. He slammed himself into her, reveling in her shame and internally gloating at the fact that he had been the FIRST to fuck her glorious ass. Christina, on the other hand, was in absolute hell! She could scarcely breathe, any attempts to beg for mercy were met with the belt, and she could feel that he had ripped her tight hole when he forced himself in. All she had left was to sob quietly and endure his abuse.

Marcus couldn't last long like this, she was too tight, and the feeling of her ass clenching down on him with each tug of the belt was unbelievable! He knew he was close, and hauled on the belt like he hadn't ever before, pulling her nearly upright. Her ass clenched shut on him, and his free hand grabbed her left breast and squeezed hard. He buried himself into her ass as hard as he could! Christina let out a strangled cry as she felt his cum filling her ass. It felt like it as burning her!

She fell to the bed as he released the belt, and felt his body collapse on top of her, pushing her into the bed. Both of them were soaked in sweat, and Marcus slowly pulled his sticky cock out of her ass. Her hole weeped cum and a small trickle of blood as the gaping hole began to close slowly.

Christina wept, he had brutalized and humiliated her in ways she never thought possible. She shrunk away from him as she felt his hand grab her lovely red hair. She croaked out a scream as he pulled her up to her feet and half carried, half dragged her into the bathroom.

Marcus pulled her along, choking her with the belt whenever she began to struggle or fight him. By the time they reached the bathroom, she was nearly catatonic. "You've been a dirty girl, Christina!" He said while he pushed her into the shower "I think it's time we clean you up!". She shrank as he climbed into the shower and turned on the water, only to step out again. Christina was puzzled, "What's he doing? Why would he let me clean myself?" Her question was answered seconds later, as the water turned ice cold. She squealed in shock, and tried to pry the door open, only to find it wouldn't budge. Marcus stood outside, laughing. He had used the temperature control panel next to the shower to lower the water as far he could, and he held the door shut on her as she begged to be let out.

Christina shivered, her teeth chattering as the water finally turned from freezing cold to warm, steam rising and fogging the glass of the large walk in shower. The door finally opened, and Marcus entered, drooling at her soaking form. He tore the belt off her neck and threw it out of the shower, before grabbing Christina and pulling her to him. He squeezed her wet tits and sucked on her nipples, still sore from the earlier treatment he had given them. "So soft…." He muttered to himself while he pulled her breasts to see how far they could stretch before biting down into her nipples again. Marcus savaged her tits, biting them all over, squeezing them like a vice, and tugging the nipples while they lay between his teeth.

Marcus shut off the water, and pulled the bound beauty towards the corner of the shower. There was a small seat there, built into the wall, which he planted himself onto as he forced Christina to her knees. He seized her by the hair, pulling her up slightly so his stuff rod pushed into the flesh of her chest. She looked up at him balefully as she realized what he wanted. Marcus grinned down at her "Don't tell me you never gave a titfuck before? With jugs like that!?" Her face burned with embarrassment, Of COURSE she had, but this wasn't foreplay with her husband! This was servicing a disgusting pig that had raped and abused her all night!

Christina grit her teeth as he slapped his thick member on each of her nipples, rubbing it all over her massive bust. "Well…..?" Marcus glared at her. "Well…what?" She replied. His hand shot out and slapped her across the face. "Don't talk back to me whore!" She rubbed her stinging face. "Get over here and wrap those funbags around my cock, slut!" Christina grimaced, of all the things he had done, the worst was easily when she had been made to do it FOR him. It was easier on her body, true, but it humiliated her to no end!

Crawling forward, Christina moved to her position between his legs. With a deep breath, she enveloped his disgusting penis between her soft tits. The chain of the handcuffs jingled as she squeezed her breasts together around his shaft with a grunt of disgust at the feeling of his shaft pulsing against her flesh. Flushing red with humiliation, Christina began to stroke her tits up and down, squeezing them around his dick while she massaged him with her famous chest.

Marcus reached out and pinched her nipples hard, earning a small squeal of pain as she struggled to focus on her task. As his cock pushed up into her cleavage, it poked out towards her face. Christina began to turn away from it, but Marcus grabbed her hair and forced her back. "Look at me while you do it!" he snarled. With tears in her eyes, she looked up at her brutal rapist. He leaned back and groaned as her soft flesh enveloped him, enjoying the humiliating acts he had forced onto her, and loving every second he spent abusing her gorgeous body.

She bounced her large tits on him, but as she did, the water soaking her body began to dry, and soon she was left chafing her delicate skin, not daring to stop for fear of what he might do. With a grunt, Marcus grabbed a bottle of shampoo and poured it over her chest. She yelped in shock as the thick, cool soap coated her heaving chest, making her nipples stand erect. "Keep going" He said as he leaned back. Christina obeyed with a whimper, working up a later around his turgid shaft as she pleasured him.

She felt a small puddle of warmth between her breasts and grimaced. "He's close…" she thought. She hated the idea of making him cum again, but she had no choice. She felt his fat hand on the small of her back as her pulled her chest into him. She bounced her tits and squeezed his cock, and felt an eruption of hot semen in her cleavage. It puddled between her breasts and squirted up into her neck and face. "Ugh…" Christina managed to grunt out as she felt his disgusting slime cover her jugs.

"Yes….dirty girl". Marcus stepped out of the shower, and returned seconds later carrying her mouthwash with him. He turned the water back on and forced the bottle to her lips. Christina was forced to rinse her mouth over and over before he finally seemed satisfied. He forced her to bathe with him as he shoved his tongue down her throat. After he "cleaned" her, she was pulled from the shower and unceremoniously dried before he pulled her back to the bedroom.

"No…please… no more…" she begged. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm just packing my things now!" He grinned. She was thrown onto the bed as he dressed himself. "Goodnight, Christina!" he laughed as he pressed his stun gun to her neck.

Epilogue:

Marcus sat at home, watching TV on his sofa. The newscaster narrated over the headline for the past 3 weeks "MAD MEN STAR CHRISTINA HENDRICKS MISSING!" As he smiled to himself. He turned off the TV and went into his basement. He had moved his bed down there, as well as his new live-in. She was tethered to the bed by her ankle, and a dog leash went to her elegant throat. She looked down as he entered, frightened to meet his gaze.

He grabbed her shoulder and pushed her back before slamming himself into her pussy with a bellow. She gave a cry of pain as he punched into her again. He forced her into a deep kiss as he punted away and grasped at her ass for support

He rutted into her for what felt like hours before finally filling her with more of his horrid cum. He made her clean him off with her mouth before he laid on top of her, drifting off to sleep. Christina wept silently.

He had done this every night for the past 3 weeks, and he would KEEP doing it until he tired of her. She suspected it would be a long, long time until that happened.

THE END.
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