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Youtube Dicking	By : SandyRavage Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 20673 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This is pure fiction. I do not know Jenny Nicholson or Lindsay Ellis. I make no profit from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Jenny Nicholson
- 2-Lindsay Ellis
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Lindsay Ellis took a deep breath, her fingers restlessly fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. The skirt was long, down to her knees, and was black to match the black business jacket she wore over a maroon shirt. She nervously checked her reflection again in her phone. Her face wore bright lipstick but light mascara. She was also debating whether or not to keep her glasses on, but decided to go with them.

The livestream was about to begin. Her very first. Lindsay was nervous because she’d often been a target for trolls and harassment. A livestream like this could easily be taken over. But her fan-base had grown exponentially, and this had been requested for a long time. So she was going to give it a shot. A live question-and-answer. If it started to take a bad turn, she’d just shut it off.

The stream started, and the first questions were already pouring in. And before Lindsay knew it, the nerves subsided. Time began to fly as the audience was polite, engaging, and giving her good questions. The amount of viewers was low, a bit lower than she’d expected, but that was okay. She was having fun.

Viewers didn’t hear the first thud, but Lindsay did. She was in the middle of an answer when she jumped and turned towards the doorway. She was in her home office, and the front door was in the other room. Something had just slammed against it. Then she saw the doorknob begin to slowly turn back and forth. Her heart began to pound.

She was home alone. In an apartment nowhere near the ground floor. Her husband wasn’t going to be home for two hours. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she should do *something*. Call the police. Hide. Tell the stream what was happening. But she was frozen with fear. And then came the second, louder thud. This time the stream heard it, and many in the chat began to voice concern.

Lindsay turned towards the webcam with wide eyes, and was about to speak when the door was kicked opened. Lindsay nearly screamed, but threw her hands over her mouth and ducked off camera. Moments later, the webcam caught two men wearing black outfits and black masks walking into her office. They walked past the camera and the hundreds watching.

When they appeared back in front of the camera again, the taller one of them was holding Lindsay Ellis by the hair. His other hand was keeping her wrists behind her back. He whispered something to his partner, who left the office.

The man who was holding Lindsay nodded towards her computer setup and the chat room. “What’s all this?” His voice was nasally, young.

Lindsay’s voice was caught in her throat. She had tears in her eyes, but was desperately fighting them. The man yanked on her hair. “Answer me!”

With a shaky voice, she told him it was a livestream. She told him thousands of people were watching and that somebody was going to call the police. Lindsay was hoping he’d panic. That he’d drop her and run out of the apartment. But he just smiled. Her blood ran cold.

“Hey, DB, get in here!” He called out. His partner walked back in, appearing on screen again.

“RJ, this bitch has got a lot of shit. We’re making out good with this one. It’s all by the door.” DB’s voice was slightly rougher, but also seemed to suggest a young man.

“She’s livestreaming, dude.”

DB laughed, confused. “What?”

Again RJ gestured towards the computer. “We’ve got an audience.”

DB leaned in, looked at the chat. The only thing the audience could see of the masked man were his green eyes. He grinned, and turned to his partner. They looked at each for several seconds, and both had the same idea.

RJ let go of Lindsay for a moment. She stumbled forward, but before she could react, he grabbed her jacket and folded it up and over her head. This bent her over, with her arms stuck in the sleeves above her head. RJ held her like this while she wiggled. DB then hit her in the stomach. Hard. The air was driven out of her and she crumpled forward, the fight having immediately left her body.

RJ pulled the jacket off and her arms were exposed. She leaned against the taller robber, tears openly falling from her eyes now. She wasn’t religious, but she found herself praying her husband would come home early. Would save her. That somebody had at least called the police. She looked out of the corner of her vision at the audience count. It had actually gone up. A lot.

“Some good comments already, girl.” DB said. “One guy says ‘nice arms’. Another says to keep stripping you. This guy wishes he was us. Quite the audience you have.”

Lindsay couldn’t believe what she was wearing. He had to be lying. He had to be taunting her and mocking her. There was no way anybody was encouraging this, right? Suddenly, RJ grabbed her shirt and tore it off her. He grabbed her body and held her tight against him. Fear ran through her entire body as she felt his erection poking against her bottom. The webcam captured Lindsay’s pale body. She wasn’t fat, but she was thick.

“Hey chat, do you want to see her tits?” DB asked to the still growing audience. And Lindsay saw the answers. There were ‘no’s. There were threats against the robbers. There were people telling Lindsay to hold on. But there were also ‘yes’s. There were also threats against Lindsay. There were people encouraging the robbers.

DB took a pair of scissors that were next to her computer and turned towards Lindsay. He reached up and cut the plain black bra off of her. Lindsay was almost sobbing now as thousands of people, almost double her original audience, were staring at her tits. They were small but fat. Perky and milky, with dark red nipples.

RJ roughly grabbed Lindsay by her shoulders and pushed her down hard onto her knees. A second later, she was in-between two cocks. They were both about the same length, but DB was a touch thicker than this partner. “Show your viewers how good you suck cock.” He said, grabbing the back of her head.

DB’s fingers wrapped themselves in the dark curls of her hair. He pressed his cock against her red lips but she refused to open them. Suddenly, RJ lashed his fist out, crashing it against the back of her head. The pain was intense and abrupt. Her mouth opened as she instinctively wanted to cry out, and then DB’s dick was in her mouth.

He didn’t start out slow. Giving her no time to adjust, he began to plunge his cock into the back of her throat repeatedly. The stream captured her sputtering and struggling, grabbing DB’s pants legs in an effort to find control. She had always been good at sucking dick, a skill polished in college over the years, especially with TA’s. But this was just an attack on her mouth and throat.

RJ grabbed her hair and pulled hard. For a moment, her mouth was penis-free. She took several ragged breaths and then RJ forced his cock into her mouth. “Look at me.” He said. She did. She looked up at him with teary, mascara streaked eyes. “Suck me good, and I’ll be gentle.”

Lindsay felt a part of herself go numb. Closing her eyes, she began to softly and slowly suck her rapist’s cock. She was pretending it was her husband. It didn’t matter that the cock was slightly bigger than his. It was just a romantic, sensual night with him. She wasn’t being sexually assaulted in front of thousands of people. She took the cock deep into her throat, gagging on it softly. She flicked her tongue against the head of his dick, trailing her tongue along his shaft.

And then she was yanked off again. DB jammed his cock back into her mouth, and began to fervently fuck her face. Both his and his partner’s cock had faint streaks of red on their cock from her lipstick. He grabbed the back of her head tightly with both his hands, holding her head directly against his pelvis. His cock was buried all the way down her throat, his balls resting on her chin. She began to wildly slap at him and cry out muffled pleas. The sound of her panicked, terrified cries around his cock drove him crazy. She felt herself going light. And then he let go.

Lindsay fell backwards, coughing violently. She was curled up on her side, spitting and crying. She heard a table being dragged towards her. RJ reached down and grabbed her again. He pulled her to her feet roughly. DB flipped her skirt up, grabbing her panties and sliding them off. She didn’t fight. She let them show her off on the stream. Her pussy was hairy but groomed. DB slipped a finger in her and she cried out softly. He pulled it out and grabbed her, positioning her over the desk. He slammed her down on it and kicked her legs open.

Lindsay gripped the sides of the desk, preparing herself. “Ask for it.” RJ said. She looked up at him in disbelief. “Ask for it or I’ll choke you out in front of your loving audience, cunt.”

Feeling completely numb now, Lindsay turned towards the rapist behind her. “Fuck me.” Her voice was hoarse and emotionless, but it was all he needed.

He gripped her waist and began to push his cock against her entrance. She held on tight to the desk as his cock worked its way into her. Her fingers were turning ghastly white as she bit her lip and weeped. Finally, after several long seconds of pain, his cock was in her dry pussy.

DB slowly slid out, and thrust his entire length back in. It hurt bad. But this didn’t concern him as he did it again. And again. He began to build a rhythm fucking her from behind. His waist slapped against her round ass, her cheeks jiggling with each thrust. RJ stepped in front of her, his dick pointed at her. She barely hesitated. She grabbed it and took it into her mouth.

Over 10,000 people were watching Lindsay Ellis, the Nostalgia Chick, get spit-roasted live. One man slamming his cock into her cunt over and over, the other one making her take his cock down her throat. Each time DB fucked her, she jolted forward, swallowing RJ’s cock. She was just a piece of fuck-meat to them.

DB’s pace quicked, and she realized what was going to happen. A renewed sense of fight lit her up, and she began to struggle. RJ slapped her. “Let it happen.” She whined around his cock as she felt DB thrust himself into her pussy deeply, fingers digging into her flesh. He came in her, grunting.

“God, you were good.” He said, still inside of her. “So tight. Does your husband fuck you enough? I bet he doesn’t.” He groped her ass, and slid out of her.

She remained bent over as RJ replaced his partner. She readied herself to be raped again. Lindsay heard him spit in his hand. A second later, he buried his cock deep in her asshole.

The scream would have alerted everyone in the building if DB hadn’t cut it off. He grabbed her throat, the screaming becoming just a wheeze. She had never done anal. Had always found it unappealing and gross. But now a complete stranger was fucking her virgin asshole.

She felt dead inside as he used her body. She stared vacantly at the wall as he worked his cock in and out of her ass, thrusting her body forward and pulling it back. It was impossibly tight for RJ, and he was loving every second.

“The chat is impressed by how well you take cock.” DB said. Lindsay didn’t react. She remained bent over and limp. DB turned her head towards the chat. RJ continued to fuck her tight ass as she read everything. They weren’t lying. She saw how many people were calling her a slut, were accusing her of cheating on her husband, were saying she looked like she was into this. “This guy wants us to come on your face. What do you want?” DB asked.

Lindsay didn’t reply. “Your face or your cunt.” He said softly.

“My face.”

“Ask him nicely.”

Lindsay looked back at the man who had his entire dick in her asshole. Who was raping her violently in front of a huge audience. “Will you please cum on my face?”

RJ smiled. “Of course, sweetheart.”

He pulled out of her and she dropped to her knees. She could smell herself on his cock. Lindsay felt like vomiting, but held it down. She stared up at RJ as he jerked himself off. He came hard, his cum shooting out and across her face. It splattered onto her glasses, her hair. Her face had been painted with his jizz.

DB flashed a peace sign towards the stream. “Thanks for watching, guys!” RJ and DB left the room. The audience heard the front door open and close.

Lindsay got to her feet slowly, her knees wobbly. She felt sore and empty. Cum dripped off her face and out of her cunt. She wore bruises on her pale skin. Never had she been so terribly violated and used. She turned off the stream and sat down. Put her hands in her face and began to cry convulsively.

Across the entire internet, copies of the stream were already being sent out. Lindsay Ellis was about to become a star. The front door opened and she heard her husband excitedly announce himself. “I got to leave a little early, babe.” He said. His phone buzzed with a text. He read it as he walked into her office. The text read ‘oh shit did u see what happened on ur wifes stream??’. He looked up at the text and saw his naked, cum covered, fucked-raw wife. Several more texts came in. She looked up at him. The phone hit the floor. And continued to go off.
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