A Jennifer Love Hewitt Story

A Jennifer Love Hewitt Story

by Unknown

It had been a long hard day for Jennifer Love Hewitt. After being
escorted all the way home from the set of her latest film, it was a
relief to wave goodbye to her entourage and settle down for the
night. Opening the door of her apartment Jen reached in switched off
the security alarm and switched on the lights. She slipped off her
denim jacket and kicked off her shoes with a long sigh. She was so
looking forward to her shower. Jen felt the air conditioning blowing
gently onto her long bare legs, making goose pimples appear on her
tanned skin until her thighs
disappeared into the short loose skirt
she had worn on the set today. Jen moved into the bathroom and
switched on the shower.

Simply the sound of the water splashing down made her feel more
relaxed. She breathed a long, tired sigh as she began to unwind.
Moving back into her bedroom she unbuttoned her white blouse
revealing ample cleavage edged by the lacy, white bra she wore.
Instinctively she reached down and fingered her new belly button
piercing which today proudly sported a diamond with a small delicate
one inch silver chain. It made her feel incredibly sexy! Jen moved
to her drawer unit and knelt down to open the bottom drawer. It was
then that it happened!

“Don’t move bitch, and don’t look round.” Jennifer froze as she
clearly felt the cold serrated edge of a long knife at her neck. She
felt a cloth bag slipped over her head and she was pulled up to her
feet by strong hands. The bag was loose and she felt the same strong
hands move under it and begin to slip it off. “Don’t turn around”
she was firmly reminded. Deft hands replaced the bag with a tight
fitting black blindfold. It molded over her eyes and the bridge of
her nose and she could see nothing. “That’s better, now we can see
that pretty face of yours ,” Jen cringed as she felt rough,
masculine hands at her neck. She was petrified! The state of her
relative undress filtered back into her mind and she began to panic.

“P.p.please, please leave me alone. Take anything you want, just
leave me alone” she begged. ” Oh we will take just what we want, but
that, I’m afraid, does not involve leaving you alone, ha, ha ha!”
Jen groaned in despair. Suddenly they removed their hands from her
and Jen was left blindfold feeling afraid and exposed. Then a pair
of hands took her and spun her around. She stumbled feeling dizzy
and slipped to her knees. She was completely disoriented. She had no
idea how many people were with her. In fact there were three men and
a single woman. Jen screamed as she felt her long hair grabbed in a
tight bunch and she was dragged to her feet. She was pushed and
pulled out of her bedroom, along the hall and out into the cold air
of her own private courtyard. There she was forced to walk barefoot
until she stumbled into some small steps, whereupon she was bundled
upwards into what she could sense was the inside of a large van.
Once inside she shuddered as she heard the door of the van close
noisily. Jen felt pressure on her shoulders as she was forced to
kneel. “Now we have you to ourselves Jennifer Love Hewitt!”

Jen had no idea where she was because of the blindfold. Her senses
of touch and hearing were now heightened incredibly and she flinched
as she felt a hand brush her arm. No one spoke. The gang just stood
and watched, delighting in Jennifer’s trembling nervousness. Jen’s
superb breasts heaved in terror. She swallowed hard as she felt the
open blouse slipped off her shoulders. She felt the cotton brush
against her leg just before it fell with a gentle rustle to the
floor of the van. Suddenly her arms were taken and she screamed as
she felt the cold of metal wrist manacles fastened to her. If she
could have seen them she would have trembled at the long, thick
chains attached to each manacle, which were in turn fastened to a
loop fixed to each side of the van. Instead she just felt her arms
pulled cruelly out to her sides and stretched painfully taught.

“No, no please,” Jennifer begged. The gang ignored her pleas and
simply proceeded to fasten her ankles in a similar fashion leaving
her standing very unsteadily, her legs about 3 feet apart. “So my
beauty, we really have you now” a man mocked her.

“Please, please let me go,” Jen begged. This delighted them all
immensely. “Oh no my pretty one, not a chance!” was the reply
received. Jen swallowed hard as she felt a hand brush up against her
thigh and under the hem of her short skirt.

“Shall we take off your skirt or your bra next Jennifer?” She was
silent. “SLAP!!” she felt a sting as she was hit across the cheek by
a female hand and she was shocked to hear a female voice. “Come on
bitch, what’ll it be?” Jen stuttered her response. “M.m.my
sk..sk..skirt,” she finally uttered in a voice of defeated
resignation. She felt the hand again. This time it continued the
journey under the hem and up, up, up touching her, brushing against
her groin. Fingers loosened the buttons and the wrap around skirt
fell away. “Fuck me, look at those panties!” Jen remembered she had
worn black, silk, lacey high cut panties. Not a thong but very, very
sexy. She wished now that she hadn’t. Then silence. Silence, for
minute after long minute.

Suddenly the chill of a sharp blade touched her cheek. Jen panicked.
“No please don’t cut me.” She felt the blade move down across her
cheek and down the length of her slender neck. She hardly dare
breathe. It continued its terrible trail across her bare shoulders,
down the middle of her back then round, round until it traced the
underside of her magnificent firm breasts. Once more she held her
breath as she felt the pressure of the blade increase, then the snap
as her bra was sliced in two. It sprung away leaving her exposed.
“Wow, look at those tits!” Two more strategic cuts and her bra fell
away completely. The cold air and the fear of her predicament had
made her nipples firm and erect. Jen looked stunning in her
captivity. After five long minutes during which not a sound was made
Jen felt compelled to break the silence. “Where are you, is anyone
there, what’s going on?”

She began to panic. Then the uncertainty of inaction was broken as
Jen felt something very, very cold on her cheek. She inhaled
sharply. It was an ice cube. Jen felt it cold and wet on her face.
She felt it on the bridge of her perfect nose then tracing a line
down, down, followed by a long wet trail. Sensually it moved to her
lips over and around her full red mouth, leaving it wet and moist.
Down it continued onto her neck and chest and then Jen moaned openly
as the ice cube traveled onto her breasts. Then “Ooohhhhh” a second
cube, one on each breast now circling round and round, not touching
her nipples just the firm naked mounds.

“Oooohhhhh, mmmm!” she groaned. Then a third cube on her stomach
skating over her tight flat muscles, moving down onto her groin. Jen
tried to strain her thighs together to meet the cubes insistent
approach, but the chains held her taught. Then her frustrations were
answered in part, as the ice closed in on her nipples. Just touching
briefly, lightly, the erect buds. She moaned anew as the cube at her
groin moved under her black panties.

“F….U…C…K!!” she groaned heavily, as the cube dampened her neatly
trimmed pubic hair. She felt the fingers holding the cube brush
against her sex lips, and, again, she tried in vain to push upwards
to meet them. Then she bucked. “Aararrrgghh!!” she uttered
unintelligibly as the cube opened her slit and was pushed into her.
She felt a second cube quickly follow it, then a third and a fourth.
“Oh, my …..!” Fingers, unseen by Jen, twisted her panties forcing
the material, silky and damp, upwards trapping the cubes and
splitting her wet, pink labial lips. Jennifer felt the pressure
heightened then released. Once more heightened then released, and
again. The friction was making her high.

“Do you want to come slut?” Jen cringed at the open, stark question,
but couldn’t avoid answering “Y..y..yes I do, oh yes I do!” through
her dry again mouth. The ice continued to tease her nipples
relentlessly. Jen felt it melting inside her and the water soaking
her panties and making her pussy wet and pliant. The friction
continued. Jen groaned and strained her tight, bound body. Her
tongue wet her lips again as she threw back her head ready to come,
to come, oh yes to come gloriously!! Then it stopped. Jen hung
twitching with desire, devastated, her body heaving, frustrated and

Panting, sweating, shaking and incredibly frustrated. That was how
Jennifer Love Hewitt felt as the friction stopped and she was left
on the brink of a most unwelcome but certainly not unwanted orgasm.
“Oh no, please make me come, don’t stop now” she begged, delighting
her captors. “SLAP!” shut it bitch, came the female voice taking the
opportunity to vent her feelings over the bound celebrity. Again
silence. Tears of fear and desire rolled down Jen’s cheeks. Then she
felt it again, the cold, sharp steel of the knife, this time on her
thighs. “Oh please don’t” she whispered, fearing the worst. Moving
upwards Jen felt the razor sharp edge against her skin. She froze,
she dare not move.

Up it traveled into her groin. “Aaayyeeee!” she yelled as the
slightest of pressure was applied and the knife nicked the lovely
smooth skin of her groin. A small dot of red blood appeared giving
way to a slim trickle as the dot overspilled and ran down her thigh.
Blindfold still, Jen was completely disoriented. She felt the knife
move to her panties and then onwards underneath the thin strap of
lacy fabric high cut to her waist. One slit and her panties fell
away to reveal half of her neatly trimmed pubic bush, the other half
still covered by the tenuously held black silk. The knife moved and
nicked again. Jen’s panties fell away completely, the last remnants
of material peeling themselves away from her still moist pussy. She
gave a sharp intake of breath as she felt the cold air of the van
wash over her entirely naked body. Jen’s breath was rapid now.

Her gorgeous breasts heaving covered in a glorious sheen of
perspiration. Again no one spoke, moved or touched her. In many ways
the isolation afforded by the blindfold was her greatest fear. Then
she felt a slow, almost sharp, touch on her back. It was certainly a
female finger topped with a sharp fingernail as it moved down her
spine, lower and lower then still lower. Jennifer moaned and tried
to arch her back. It descended even further, dragging the sweat of
Jen’s back with it, moistening the finger until it reached the
delicious curve at the top of her buttocks. She froze. The finger
then start its descent into the lovely crack in Jen’s bottom,
invading, delving.

Jen squeezed her buttocks together but the digit invaded deeper and
deeper. “Mmmmffggppp” Jen groaned as the finger found the hole for
which it had been searching and began to penetrate. She was very dry
there and also standing up, both factors which made penetration very
difficult. However, using only the moist dampness which had
collected during the long tortuous trail down Jen’s back the girl
forced entry into Jen’s bottom.

“Aaarggghhh!!” Screamed Jennifer.

“Go on bitch yell. That really makes me hot!” Painfully the finger
continued the assault until it was buried up to the knuckle between
Jen’s buttocks. She bucked and squirmed, writhing against the chains
which held her tight. “Ooooohhhh, please take it out, pleeeeeeease”
Jen nearly passed out as the girl wriggled her finger creating small
circles deep in Jen’s lovely bottom, invading her even more. She
sensed the girls face near to hers as she whispered to Jen “I can
feel your excitement whore, I can smell your desire!” Jen was
sickened by this lewdness but had to admit that through the haze of
her agony she could feel her natural juices being stimulated as the
girl began to frig in and out of Jen’s arse. She groaned as the act
being performed on her body caused much pain to her arms and legs as
they pulled and rubbed against the harsh chains. She was still
standing but her legs were very wide and she could feel the naked
exposure of her pussy for all to see.

Then she felt it. Rough, hard, a finger brushing over her pubic
hair. “Owwww!” the fingers tugged a small bunch providing an
alternative source of pain to that caused by the invasion of her
bottom. Then it was on her pink, swollen labial lips, then it split
her and was stroking the inner walls of her vagina. She groaned very
deeply now as she was penetrated from the front and back. First the
rough large male finger frigged her exclusively, but soon it was
joined by a second then a third, moistening, deepening, bringing Jen
to new highs despite her natural reluctance to be turned on. The
finger in her bottom wiggled even more. Jen mewed, she was building
up coming, coming, coming…Ohhh Yesssss!!

Then quickly both invasions of her inner most regions were stopped.
She was once more left panting desperately for inner release. This
time Jen wasn’t left alone for long. She felt the hot breath of her
captors drinking in her feminine scent as a figure approached her
and kissed her neck. Another male. She bit her lip then froze as she
felt the nudge of his hard erect cock nuzzle her damp pussy.
“OOOHHHH!” she exclaimed. This was it she was going to be raped.
Then a shove and he was in. Now Jen really moaned as he fucked her
hard. The lubrication of her body under previous action had Jennifer
gyrating with him almost immediately as the whole of his long shaft
disappeared inside of her. He could sense she was on edge. Her body

“Do you need to come?” he panted in her ear. “Y.y.y.y.y.esssss,
please” she hissed “I DO!” she yelled the second piece as she almost
reached the point of no return. She very badly needed to squeeze her
thighs together and bring herself on. This was sign he was waiting
for. He pulled out of her immediately leaving Jennifer yet again
dripping with lust. “Oh, no please” she begged. Unseen to Jen he
took his hard throbbing cock and jerked off into an empty mug
leaving his thick deposit swimming around in the bottom. Then a
second man was in front of Jennifer. She grunted as his hard cock
was thrust easily into her now, for she was so wet. “Like that?” he
mocked. She turned her head away. “Arrogant bitch” he spat. She
swallowed hard as he began to shag her in earnest. In, out, harder,
faster. She moaned and groaned as she was raped for a second time.
He fucked her faster then more slowly.

Jen was so close once more to orgasm that she was quickly in the
throes of coming “Ah..ah..ah..oh..ah… yes I’m co….” At which point
he again pulled out. “F…U…C…K noooooo!” she screamed in desperation.
Again she was left hanging as her assailant jerked off into the same
mug as his predecessor. The third and final man approached her
panting sweat covered body, superb in its nakedness, abused and
beautiful. He cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipple. Even that
made Jen groan now causing tremors of desire to spasm though her
bound, captive body.

Jen was so ready to come now, right now, that any touch, especially
in a sensitive area, would have brought her to the edge. A sharp
intake of breath and she felt it once more, cold, so ice cold, on
her skin. Circling her breasts, brushing lightly against her erect
nipples. “Ohhhhhh,” she groaned as the ice cube worked its way down,
down, down over her flat stomach, stopping only to pause at her
newly pierced belly button. She almost cried out as the cube brushed
her groin and then lightly over her pussy. Slowly, very slowly, she
felt it trace the length of her vaginal lips, and then ease slightly
inside. “Oh, yesssss!!” she hissed, straining against the tight
ropes which held her captive. She felt the cube, and the fingers
holding the cube, scrape against her vaginal wall. Then it was
outside of her again, retracing the damp trail upwards along her
perspiring body. Back over her stomach, up between her gorgeous
breasts, over her chest and neck until the wet cube, covered in her
own juices, moistened her red lips. Another cock, the third,
positioned itself between her thighs. A forceful shove and she was
again impaled.

Jennifer grunted and the ice cube was slipped into her mouth. She
sucked on the melting ice tasting herself so clearly as once more
she was fucked. Piston like strokes pushed her on and on, and again
she gasped for breath. The melting ice cube filled her mouth causing
water and juices to dribble down her chin. She pulled against the
ropes. The man could sense her coming and again, as on each previous
occasion, he withdrew, jerking himself off into the come filled cup.
“Oh no, not again, please…..” Jennifer begged. Once more complete

Long minutes of nothing heightened by the blindfold covering Jen’s
eyes. Gradually her body calmed down. The gang could sense her
sexual tension and frustration. “One more bitch!” Jennifer felt the
sharp female fingernail at her cunt. She breathed sharply as the
nail traced the full length of her labial lips. Up and down, up and
down, up and down. Never parting, never entering. Just up and down.
This was driving the captive Jen wild. “Do you want me to make you
come?” the girl asked mockingly. Jennifer fought her, “No, no, no –
oh yes, Y..E..S I DO PLEASE, PLEASE!!” The girl took the cup and
moved it nearer to Jennifer. She dipped her fingers into the mixed
sperm and smeared it onto them. Moving to Jen’s mouth she held it

“You’ve tasted yourself, now taste this slut!” She moved her fingers
over Jen’s lips. She turned her head away only to feel the knife at
her back. She moved to the come covered fingers once more. The
girl’s other hand once again brushed up and down her soaking wet
pussy. Jennifer took the fingers of the girl into her mouth and
licked them dry. “Mmmmm, lovely” laughed the girl. “Now drink
whore!” Jennifer felt the cup at her mouth. Her hair was tugged back
tipping her head. Jen’s mouth opened and she gagged as something
touched her lips and she was forced to drink the cup of slimy sperm.
It poured into and over her mouth, running down her chin and onto
her breasts. She gasped for air. “Oh yes, fucking ace!” said a male
voice as the cup was drained.

Jennifer felt totally used. She could taste the come smeared around
her mouth, and she could sense the thick globules sticking to her
chin and settling in her stomach. But yet she was still on absolute
heat. “Great show bitch” she heard the girl say. Once more the long
fingernail scratched a sensuous path up and down the length of Jen’s
slit. “Ooooohhhh please!” she begged. Jen felt the warm mouth of the
girl on her breasts, her tongue circling Jen’s nipple on her left
tit, flicking the hardened end into a tortured erect state. Then
soft hands were massaging the sperm into her skin. Jennifer was on
fire! “You can come now slut” said the girl as she slipped her
finger into Jen’s soaking pussy. It slipped in easily and the girl
immediately felt Jen’s cunt wrap around it. She was so wet that a
second finger easily followed and then a third. Jennifer almost
screamed as the fingers created small circles inside of her. Then
she was over the edge. “You coming yet?” mocked the girl. Jen could
not speak to reply. Her hands gripped the chains which held her
tight as she pushed her groin into the girls hand.

“F..F..F..F..FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” screamed Jennifer, and she

The girl moved closer to Jen and slipped her thigh between Jen’s
spread legs and she immediately rubbed against her. The men watched
mesmerized as Jen’s blidfold naked body came on wave after wave of
pent up desire and lust.

By and by her orgasm subsided. The girl removed her thigh and rubbed
the patch of soaking skin dry. Jennifer Love Hewitt hung limp in the
chains. Gang raped and abused she felt horrible and humiliated. Her
breath was ragged and she was almost ready to black out. “Why thank
you Miss Hewitt” mocked one of the men. “Oh it’s not over yet” said
another, “while we have her I want to whip her!.” Jen clicked into
consciousness, “no please don’t” she whimpered. The girl spoke up.
“I have a special barbed wire whip for your precious skin, ha, ha,
ha.” Jen gulped. “So slut say give me ten or twenty or even fifty
lashes, and ask nicely.” Jen was dumbstruck. “SLAP!” again her
response was encouraged. “How many bitch?” Jen opened her month and
whispered “Give me t.t.t.ten strokes,”

“If what Jennifer?” Jen was sobbing now “P.p.p.please” she
continued. “Okay slut I will” finished the girl. Jennifer felt a
piece of barbed wire rub her shoulder. She knew it must be real.
“Ready my beauty?” came a mocking male voice. Jennifer broke down in
a desperate panic. “No, no, no please. Fuck me again, rape me, I’ll
drink your sperm but please don’t cut me!” she cried begging for
mercy. Jen heard all four laughing loudly. “Only kidding Jen, we’ll
save that until next time.”

Without having the blindfold removed Jen was unchained. She was too
weak to stand and she stumbled to a heap on the floor of the van.
She heard the door open and felt the cold of outdoors getting nearer
as she was pushed out of the van. Jen landed hard on the stony
ground with a bump. “Here’s your clothes, what’s left of them!”
shouted the girl. That was the last thing Jen heard before the van
sped off leaving Jennifer to reflect on her ordeal and the words
“…until the next time!”

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