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There are a lot of things that I regret in my life, and the first time I was raped is one of them. I regret how I didn’t fight it, how I let it happen. I regret how obedient I was, how easy I was to victimize. I regret how everything in my body told me to scream or run or fight, but I stupidly didn’t. I regret that I was meek and quiet, letting him use my virgin body for his pleasure just so I could get what I wanted.
I knew what sex was; I wasn’t an idiot, I was just a virgin. Even so, this wasn’t what I learned in sex ed.
I’m sure you know who Harvey Weinstein is. He’s a disgusting pig who ran a movie company, until he got put in prison for doing to hundreds of other women what he did to me - though I never reported him for doing it to me. If I had done it years ago, right after this happened, what would have been different? I can't know that, no one could. All I know is that I didn't, and he went on to rape me, and countless other women, for years. You might know who Harvey Weinstein is, but what you don't know is that he sought me out with the purpose of ruining me mentally, physically, and completely. All of which he did for years, which turned me into the woman I am today. I regret it all, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t make me dripping wet.
I remember how I had been crying as he fondled and slapped my bouncy tits that he made me take out for him. When he finally fucked me on top of his desk, it was the worst pain of my life, my every sob making his cock only harder. I was crying like I hadn’t since I became a teenager, and that finally started to annoy him.
“Don’t you even want to be a movie star?”
I replay those words every night as I masturbate to this rape and the countless number that came after. It wasn't long after that he said that phrase that he filled my recently-virgin body with his disgusting cum and he signed me to a very lucrative contract with his company, even promising one day that I'd win an Oscar.
The truth was that while I did want to be a movie star - that is what brought me to his office that very first time after all - there was far more to it than just that. What kept me going back again and again, each time getting ravaged and filled with cum by this disgusting sleazy fat rapist, until he was arrested wasn’t just that I wanted to work in Hollywood, it was a deep realization that I was, at heart, a slut. Maybe I’ll share some more of my rapes another time, or I’ll just leave them to your imagination.
-Jennifer Lawrence
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SOPHIE TURNER and JOE JONAS
“Please don’t cum in me.”
That’s what Sophie Turner said to her husband, Joe Jonas, about six months ago when she had to go off the pill because they were messing with her hormones. She’d been off the pill for a month or so since then. Not being in the mood for sex that night, and exhausted from a full day of filming on set, the world-famous star of Game of Thrones decided to head to bed early.
She had fallen asleep with her tablet in the bed, watching funny videos her best friend Maisie had been posting on YouTube. The actress had been having such a wonderful dream. Her beautiful dog’s new puppies, the new house the celebrity couple was thinking of moving into, even the new car she was craving to buy. She was as happy as she could be in her dreams, until it turned into a nightmare.
Sophie Turner’s dream ended abruptly. She went from wiggling her tight ass against a car’s comfy seat to a stinging pain deep in her abdomen. Her beautiful blue eyes shot open as she was brutally awoken by a rock hard cock sinking deep inside her pussy. Her moan was one of frustration, but not surprise. Joe Jonas, her husband, loved to do this and it made her so mad.
He’d fuck her slowly, carefully, doing his best to not wake her up. Then when he decided he’s ready, he’d sink that cock right into her, slamming into Sophie’s cunt as hard as he can. Forget about stopping him after that, she didn’t have a chance.
Joe Jonas’ hand wrapped around Sophie Turner’s mouth, stifling a growing scream. It didn’t stop it, but the shrill shout was little more than a pathetic muffled whimper. She’d just woken up and her cunt was on fire. Keeping one hand on her heart-shaped mouth, his other pinned her hips to the bed. There wasn’t any pleasure in this, Sophie thought. It just was an aspect of their marriage that she didn’t know would become routine before she married the famous Jonas brother. It hurt every time he thrust into her, and the way he was pinning her to the bed was causing him to literally fuck the breath out of her.
Her husband’s hand started raining down slaps on her plump ass and her large tits, alternating beating them both until Sophie Turner was a mewling mess under him as he fucked her.
“Can I cum in you?”
Anger flared in Sophie Turner’s heart. How the fuck could she answer him, with his hand clamped over her mouth and with her being fucked into the bed like this? The answer was simple, and Sophie knew it; she couldn’t answer him. All she could do was try to mumble “No!” between muffled sobs
Joe Jonas didn’t like that very much. His hand slid from her mouth to her thin neck and began to choke her as he fucked her, pulling her upper body closer to his chest. He hissed in her ear, “You’re my slut forever, wife.”
He shuddered, and Sophie Turner could feel his burning hot seed filling her womb to the brink, spilling out onto her thick creamy thighs. He let her throat go, letting her gasp for breath and collapse to the bed, sobbing in pain and frustration as Joe slipped out of the bed to go take a shower.
That was five months ago, and since then her belly had swollen to massive proportions. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that her husband had raped their first child into her that night. She cradled her stomach lovingly. No, there wasn’t anything she could do about it now. She had made these choices in her life, and she had to live with them.
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ELLEN PAGE and TWO JOCKS
You know who I am, I'm Ellen Page. My story? Fine, sit down and listen.
Look, for some people discovering they are gay is something that happens later in life, after a lot of soul searching. For me, it happened at a very early age, after I’ve been working in hollywood for a few years. When I eventually came out, almost everyone was very proud and supportive of me, especially my parents.
Almost everyone.
There was a pair of guys in my neighborhood that laughed at that, two guys on the football team who kept trying to get with me but didn’t do anything for me, they were men! Boys, practically, come on! The big buff brawny idiot jocks never did anything for me. I should have taken them a little more seriously, because they were the first ones to dick the dyke out of me.
Even though I might have been a Hollywood star at this point - my appearance in the new X-Man movie had just been announced and my last movie Hard Candy having done well at the boxoffice - I was still in high school and, like any high schooler, I liked to party. There were plenty of people I knew there, including plenty of guys who kept trying to flirt with me.
Hell, maybe I can blame the drinking I was doing. It was shot after shot after shot, but when the boys came sniffing around, I kept telling them off. I might have even said a few rude things about how much men suck and if they wanted to fuck someone who likes girls, they could fuck each other. It really still couldn't have been my fault, could it?
The party was going strong when that craving hit me, you know? I just had to smoke. So I headed behind the house and lit up. I bet you can guess what happened next, can’t you? The pair of guys I told you about, yup. Fuck, the taller one was so fast. He was on me and had me slammed against the back of the house before I could do anything. You know how small I am, I didn’t have a chance overpowering this brute.
His hands were all over me, and he ripped - literally ripped - my t-shirt right off my tits. My bra followed a second later, and I was pissed - that was expensive! Well, his way clear he started licking and sucking and groping them. He said something about how my tits were perfect, and that men deserved them too.
The other guys was pulling down my shorts - and I groaned inside, of course it was a day I wasn’t wearing underwear - and started smirking, saying how much I must have been secretly wanting this. The little guy got onto his knees and started eating me out.
Holy. Fuck.
Alright, I might have been getting a little turned on from having my tits molested, but jesus christ I came at the drop of a hat there. No, I don’t think you realize how hard I came. I squirted for the first time EVER, soaking his face and the grass as I screamed.
Fucking idiots were laughing again, telling me they knew I wasn’t a real lesbian. The first guy pushed me down and, ugh, stuck that dick right into my mouth. If it wasn’t such a terrible situation, I would have laughed at how long he lasted - or didn’t last. He came right down my throat and, fine, it was pretty good tasting.
I sorta wish this ended then, but of course you know it didn’t. The other boy threw me onto the ground to my hands and knees and I had my first real cock in my cunt in seconds. Fuuuuck. It felt so strange and good, but I still didn’t want this. I’m a lesbian! Even broken clocks can be right twice a day, and when he started to diddle my clit, I came like a wildcat.
I mean, sure. When I came down from it, he pulled out of me and well, I got right back onto my knees and started sucking him off without being asked. It wasn’t much longer then until the first time I ever took a load of cum right on my face, the face that millions of people have seen in movies.
They must have been both been spent, because the stupid jocks boys just high-fived each other, then walked away. Ugh. I couldn’t find my purse, so I didn’t have anything to clean all that cum up with, so well, I did what I had to do. I rubbed it right into my face and my neck and down to my own little titties.
I remember that there was a big blast of it on my shirt that was on the ground, those assholes. I got dressed and went home as soon as I could, but I know that I got some looks from the other people at the party.
Whatever.
Ever since then, I guess I haven’t been as gay as I thought I was. I hate dick - loathe it, really - but I can’t stop enjoying it whenever it’s forced into me.
This was just the first time, and far from the last.
You happy hearing about it, pervert? We're done, I'm getting out of here. -->
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