Carrie’s Subjugation

The following is completely fictional. Any resemblance to reality is entirely coincidental. For personal use only.

The title is: Carrie’s Subjugation

Celeb of choice in this story is Carrie Underwood.

The codes are: MF, nc, rape, oral, mDom, violence, ws, snuff.

Written by The Jackal

I sat in my limo, waiting for Carrie Underwood to show up. She had just given a concert at the Sprint Center, in Kansas City, and I was driving the limo that was supposed to take her back to her hotel. She would not be going back to her hotel, however; her regular
limo driver had been given the night off, compliments of my taser, and I had a rather special destination in mind.

I saw her walking towards the limo. She look resplendent in a very short black mini-skirt, a blue strapless tank top and black heels that added 4 inches to her short frame. Her blonde hair hung to just below her shoulder blades, and her brown eyes were alert. She reminded me of nothing more than a high-quality hooker.

If she knew how she was going to be used over the next few hours, she’d probably like to get paid for it.

As she neared the limo, I stepped out to open the door for her. She looked at me quizzically, clearly recognizing me as a different man than the one who drove her here earlier in the day. “Your other driver had to go home; he had some kind of stomach flu,” I easily lied. That seemed to ease her as she nodded and slipped into the back seat.

I got back into the driver’s seat and flipped a switch on a device in the passenger seat. Unbeknownst to Carrie, any cell phone signals would now be jammed. It seemed like a wise precaution, given that she was likely to notice when I took a different route that the one she knew.

As I pulled away, I looked into the rearview mirror and covertly checked her out. Her legs were luscious, and her breasts strained at the fabric of her tank top. It was clear she was wearing a strapless bra underneath. I couldn’t wait to get her out of it.

As I turned right onto Broadway, I made sure to lock the doors and windows and I pressed the button that raised the partition between my seat and hers. She would likely notice very soon we weren’t heading towards her hotel, and I didn’t want to listen to her whine. She’d probably put up a big fuss and demand to know where we were heading. Prissy bitch.

I crossed over the river and Broadway quickly turned into 169 as I continued north. We passed out of Kansas City and blew threw Smithville. About 50 minutes later, I finally turned off the highway, just north of the small town of Trimble. I owned 150 acres up here, most of it woodlands. I had a barn built almost exactly in the center of the land, and it was almost as secluded a spot as we could get. It had been expensive, but a few good business ventures, some good investing and a sizable inheritance gave me more money than I knew what to do with. I doubted I was as rich as the sexy starlet in my backseat, but I came close.

About a mile down the road, I turned left onto what was basically a trail I had cleared in the woods. It wasn’t paved, but I’d taken the time to make sure it was flat and not too bumpy, and wide enough to accommodate most vehicles. The limo, however, was almost too wide. Branches from trees and bushes scraped the sides of the big car, making an eerie sound.

Shortly, three acres of cleared land came into view, with the barn built at the middle of it. From my breast pocket, I pulled the opener to the garage door and pressed the button. I pulled the limo inside and closed the door again before I turned the car off.

We were in a small walled-off area of the barn, big enough for the limo, but just. There was only room for one person on every side of the car.

I sat in the seat for a few moments, savoring the anticipation of what was to come. I had made sure to engage the child locks on every door save the driver-side door, ensuring Carrie couldn’t exit the car until I wanted her too.

Getting out of the car, I pocketed the keys and walked to the limo’s back door, passing the door that lead to the rest of the barn on the way. I opened the door and stepped back, not knowing if the superstar in my backseat would try to attack me. A few moments passed and nothing happened, so I leaned down and peered in.

She was clear on the other side of the limo, making no move to get out. When she saw me, she spoke. “Where are we? What are we doing here?” Her voice was soft, with a tremor of terror running through it, but sexy.

“We’re at a barn I own,” I answered. “As for what we’re doing, you’ll find out soon enough.” I laughed, and she shrank back in the seat, finally beginning to grasp what was going to happen.

“Why don’t you get out of the car?” I politely asked. When she made no move, I pulled a gun from my pocket and pointed it at her. “I’m not asking,” I said ominously. “Do as I ask, and you’ll live through this. Piss me off, though . . .” I shrugged. The threat got her moving, and I stepped back to give her room to get out of the car.

“Close the door, bitch,” I ordered after she was out. Anger flashed in her eyes when I called her a bitch, but the threat of the gun kept her silent. It wasn’t loaded, as I didn’t want to risk an accident before I was done with her, or risk her somehow turning it on me, but she didn’t need to know that. The car door thunked close and I ordered her through the door into the rest of the barn.

The barn was large, over 50 feet across and 25 feet long. In the back corner was a mattress on the ground. Opposite it in the other corner was a shower head mounted to the wall 7 feet up, controls mounted at chest height beneath it. A toilet stood in the third corner, and the fourth was empty. A 6 inch thick metal pole ran from floor to ceiling in the middle of the room, and shackles hung in the middle of the wall between the bed and the toilet. Another wall held tools such as whips, handcuffs, clamps, a branding iron and numerous dildos.

Carrie had stopped shortly after entering the room. I placed the barrel of the gun to the back of her head. A wailing moan escaped from her lips, and I saw tears start to stream from her eyes. “Walk to the pole in the middle of the room,” I ordered. She didn’t move, probably frozen from shock. “NOW!”

The shout had its effect, snapping her out of the trance she was in. Woodenly, she moved to the pole. Telling her not to move, I went to the wall with the tools and grabbed a set of handcuffs. I pocketed the gun and walked back to Carrie, standing with the pole between us. I slapped one of the cuffs on her right wrist, then pulled both her hands to my side of the pole. After I hooked the other one on her, her hands were locked around the pole, ensuring she couldn’t move more than an arms-length from it.

After shackling her, I allowed myself to finally really look at her, the first time since we left the Sprint Center. Tears had smeared her makeup, although she had composed herself and was no longer crying, but her brown eyes were wide with fright and her lower lip trembled as if she could burst into tears again at any moment. Despite this, she was gorgeous. Beautiful, even. Her blond hair framed her face perfectly, and her tank top exposed her shoulders beautifully. I kept the temperature in the barn cold, around 60 degrees, and I could see goosebumps on her exposed flesh.

As my eyes travelled down her body, they caught for a moment on the two rounded mounds of flesh beneath her shirt. I couldn’t help but look forward to what the cold would do to her nipples after I got her top off. My eyes continued their journey downward, lingering on her luscious legs. They were toned almost perfectly, and I couldn’t wait to see them without the skirt in the way.

I walked around behind Carrie and came up right next to her. My crotch began grinding against her ass as I reached around and groped her breasts. A soft wail escaped her lips as I slipped my hands underneath her shirt and back to her breasts. As I thought, she was wearing a strapless bra beneath her shirt.

My right hand slid down her stomach and to the bottom of her skirt. I slipped my hand under the cloth and let if slide back up her leg to the soft mound of flesh at her crotch. She was wearing thong panties. As I rubbed her pussy, the country singer was wracked by a sob and fresh tears appeared on her face.

“None of that now, sweetie,” I said softly into her ear. “The best is yet to come.” Another sob as the reality of her situation set in.

I stepped back and grabbed a pair of scissors from the wall. Coming back to Carrie, I quickly unzipped her mini-skirt and let it fall to her ankles. I left her thong on for now, liking the way her butt cheeks framed the thin black piece of cloth.

Squatting down, I gripped her left ankle and forced her to lift it. I slipped the mini-skirt out of the way and placed her foot back on the ground, then repeated the process for her right ankle. Once her mini-skirt was out of the way, I removed her heels.

Standing back up, I took the scissors and cut her shirt vertically until it fell away from her body, leaving only the white strapless bra. I unhooked it and let if drop to the floor.

I slowly walked around the near-naked singer, drinking in her beauty. Her breasts were near perfect, not to big or small. The cold had made her nipples hard, and her aureolas were just the right size and shade of pink. Her legs were beguiling, guiding the eyes straight to her pussy. I could see her lips beneath the thin fabric of her thong, not yet moist but still inviting. Her pussy was clean shaven.

“What do you want?” It was the first time she had spoken since we entered the barn. Her voice trembled with fear.

I couldn’t believe she would even ask. I thought it was fairly obvious, but I guess fear was making her mind work slower than normal. “I want to fuck you. Long and hard.”

She closed her eyes and moaned, clearly on the verge of crying again. When she reopened her eyes, they were pleading. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t hurt me.”

“We’ll see about that, slut. Get on your fucking knees, right now.” She started to comply slowly. Too slowly. I reached into my pocket for the gun. As soon as my hand disappeared into the pocket, her reluctance vanished and she hit her knees hard.

Laughing, I quickly removed my suit jacket and shirt, placing them on the floor out of Carrie’s reach. I took the gun from my pocket and placed it on top of the clothes, then hurriedly removed my pants. As my semi-erect dick was freed from my pants, I heard Carrie gasp. At ten inches, it was probably bigger than any she’d ever had.

After undressing, leaving only my shoes on, I picked up the gun and walked over to the country starlet. I placed the barrel on her forehead, directly between her eyes. She didn’t cry this time, only trembled a bit. Wether she was learning self-control or simply becoming inured to the fear didn’t matter; she was still terrified I was going to shoot her, which was exactly what I wanted.

“You’re going to suck my dick, my pretty little sex slave,” I instructed. “No teeth, lots of tongue. And if you bit me, I promise you you won’t live long enough to regret it.” She swallowed hard and nodded. “I’m going to remove the handcuffs for now. If you try to run, I’ll kill you. Understand?” She nodded again and I removed the gun. Picking up the keys to the handcuffs, I quickly released her hands and walked back in front of her, where she just stared at me. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

She took my dick in her right hand and slowly started stroking it. It quickly hardened into a full erection under her ministrations. Once it was fully hard, she tentatively put her mouth up to it. Her tongue flicked out and licked the head. After licking it a few times, her luscious lips opened and she slid my cock into her mouth.

She began moving her head back and forth over my cock, only taking about a quarter of it in each time. I let her continue for a few minutes, reveling in the feeling of my cock inside her warm mouth. She was using her tongue, as I instructed; I was certain she’d done this before.

“Take more of it in, bitch. Deep-throat me.” She tried to comply and got about halfway up my shaft before gagging and pulling back out, gasping for breath. “Don’t stop, you stupid slut!” I shouted. “Keep doing it! And take my whole cock in. I want your nose buried in my pubes, you whore.”

She immediately jumped back on my cock, doing her best to ignore her gag reflex. She shoved my dick into her mouth, trying to take it all in, but it was obvious she wasn’t going to be able to without help. Tossing the gun onto my pile of clothes, I grabbed the back of her head with both of my hands and started pounding away.

She struggled against me to no avail. I was far stronger than she was, and had the advantageous position. I gripped handfuls of her hair, pulling her face towards me as my hips thrust towards her. I felt my cock slide down her throat and heard her begin to gag. I didn’t let up and skull-fucked the bitch, not caring if she could breathe or not.

I could hear my balls slapping her chin on every thrust, and the sounds coming from my conquest were divine. I heard her gagging and struggling for breath as I pounded her mouth.

I kept this up until I felt bile hit my dick. I quickly pulled out and Carrie slumped over, vomiting up her dinner. Before she’d even finished, I put my foot on her hip and kicked her onto her side. “Did I give you permission to quit sucking?” She was still vomiting and did not answer.

I kicked her hard in the stomach. “You answer me when I talk to you, bitch! Now answer the fucking question! Did I give you permission to quit sucking?” Around fits of vomit, she managed to force out the word “no”.

“If I didn’t give you permission to quit, then why did you?”

At this point she was dry-heaving, and managed to get an answer together before I could kick her again. “I’m not used to deep-throating. I’ve never done it before. I had to throw up.”

“You better get used to it, you stupid cum-slut, because you’re going to keep doing it until I cum down your throat.” She swallowed hard and shook her head.

“Please, no. I don’t know how much more of that I can do.” I kicked her hard, on the chin, sending her sprawling. Before she had a chance to recover, I kicked her in the stomach.

“I don’t care how much you think you can do, you’re going to do it until I cum, bitch! Now get back on my dick or I’ll fucking beat you to death!” Gasping for air, she tried to recover and not give me an excuse to kick her again. She crawled back towards me and took my dick in her mouth.

Again, I grabbed her head and started pounding her mouth. Again, she couldn’t control her gag reflex and started dry heaving, but since she’d just emptied her stomach there was nothing left to come up, so I ignored it and continued face-fucking her.

Her mouth felt great around my dick. Her lips were wrapped tightly around my shaft, and her tongue moved enough to massage the underside of my dick. It felt great, and before I knew it, before I was ready, I felt my balls loosening. Grunting with pleasure, I savagely thrust myself down her throat one last time, forcing her to take all ten inches of my cock into herself. My hands held her face where it was, her nose mashed against my stomach as I unloaded down her throat.

Stream after stream, more sperm than I thought I could ever have in me, shot forth into her body. Her eyes widened as I blew my load and she tried hard to pull away, her hands flapping wildly in the air, but my grip was too strong for her. As I felt my dick spasm one last time, I released her. She fell away from me, gasping for air.

Before she had time to recover, I snatched up the handcuffs and the gun, grabbed her by her hair and pulled her over to the toilet. She screamed as she was drug along after me, her scalp no doubt in pain. Once we reached the toilet, I again handcuffed her to a pole that ran about three feet up from the ground then ninety degreed into the wall.

She looked around, clearly wondering why I had brought her over here. “Are you thirsty?” I asked. She nodded without seeming to realize it; she was still looking around at this new area. I could already see a bruise forming on her chin. “Good,” I replied. “Open up.”

The command brought her back to the here and now. “What do you mean? I don’t see a faucet for water.”

I threw back my head and laughed. “You stupid, naive idiot. Do you think I would really give you water? Open your mouth.”

“If you’re not giving me water, what are you giving me?” I balled up my fist and drew it back as if I was going to hit her. Her mouth obediently dropped open.

I took some of her hair in my left and my cock in my right. I aimed it at her mouth and let loose a stream of piss. I’d been holding it all day, waiting for this. I’d really had to go when I brought her here, but wanted a blowjob first so I wouldn’t have to deal with my piss on her face.

She shied away from it, tried to turn her head, but I held her steady as I unloaded my bladder all over her face. I must’ve pissed for a good minute before my stream trickled and died. Piss soaked into her hair, rain down her face and dripped off her chin. Given the look on Carrie’s face, every second of it was pure agony for her.

“That’s better,” I mused, again undoing her handcuffs. “Get over there on the mattress.”

“Please no, don’t do this,” she begged. “You’ve done enough already. Just let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone about you or this place. Just please don’t rape me again.”

“Sorry, slut, but my whole day was kind of planned around this.”

“I can pay you!” Her eyes lit up as if she had hit upon a solution that would save her. “How much do you want to let me go?”

I just shook my head. “I’m almost as rich as you, bitch. Money’s not going to get you out of this. The only way you’re going to get out of here is by using the only commodity you’ve got right now; your body. Now get over to the mattress.”

Realizing she had no alternative, she made the smart choice and saved herself some pain by walking towards the mattress. I quickly headed for the wall with the toys and grabbed a ribbed, battery-powered dildo that was half as thick as my wrist and seven inches long. I wanted her wet when I entered her.

By the time I reached the far corner, Carrie was already sitting on the mattress. I put a hand on her forehead and shoved, forcing her to lay down. Dropping what was in my hands on the mattress, I swiftly removed her thong. Grabbing the dildo, I forced her legs apart.

“Please, no,” she begged again. A sharp look from me silenced her quickly. Twisting the sex toy on, I forced it into her pussy, not caring if she was too dry to really take it yet. She shrieked with pain as it entered her, her bone-chilling screams turning me on. I felt my dick stirring again.

The difficulty I had forcing it into her pussy told me she was dry as dust. It didn’t matter; that wouldn’t last long. Carrie’s ear-splitting yells rang in my ears as I worked the vibrating toy into her pussy.

Shortly, I felt the resistance fading. I could hear wet sounds coming from her pussy over the sound of the dildo vibrating. A soft moan escaped from Carrie’s lips as her body began to betray her.

I laughed. “You like this, bitch?” She shook her head, denying what was becoming more and more obvious. Her pussy was now dripping wet, and her moans were coming faster and faster. Her hands moved to her chest, started pinching and pulling her nipples as I worked her closer and closer to an orgasm.

I could tell she was very close to cumming. Her low moans had turned to screams of pleasure as I worked her pussy. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy, and her back arched up, thrusting her pussy further onto the dildo. Another few thrusts and she’d reach her climax.

I pulled the dildo out, denying her what she wanted. She opened her eyes and looked at me, pleading with me wordlessly to continue. “Do you want to cum?” I asked. She nodded. “Tell me what you want, slut.”

“I want you to make me cum,” she said, almost too softly to hear. Her voice was tinged with regret at having to admit that’s what she wanted. I slipped the dildo back in and began working her hard.

Her right hand worked her nipple and her left hand trailed down to her pussy and started furiously rubbing her clit. She screamed, louder than ever before, and thrust her hips towards me, burying the dildo inside her. She sucked in a breath and let loose another ear-splitting scream, louder than I thought she could be. Her whole body convulsed as she came and wetness gushed out of her opening, soaking my hand as I held onto the dildo.

I removed the dildo and she went limp, her whole body weak from the intense orgasm. Not wasting any time, I threw the dildo aside and flipped her over onto her stomach. On my knees, I grabbed her hips and positioned her pussy right in front of my dick.

I finally allowed myself to plunge into her warmth. As expected, she was sopping wet and I slid right in. Her pussy felt glorious and very, very tight, her lips gripping my dick and pulling more and more of me in. She was so tight that I would have thought her a virgin if I didn’t know better.

She started moaning again as I took her from behind. My dick drilled into her, exciting her again. My dick didn’t vibrate, but was just as thick as the dildo and three inches longer. Shortly, the little slut was screaming in pleasure again.

I grabbed her hair and forced her head back until she whimpered in pain. I stopped there, but didn’t let her go; her pain excited me.

Her body trembled again as another orgasm unexpectedly took her, this one far stronger than the first. She screamed so loud I was sure someone must hear her, despite our isolation. And she didn’t stop, just kept screaming as wave after wave of indescribable pleasure washed through her. Fresh moisture flooded her pussy and enveloped my dick.

It was too much for me. Releasing her hair, both my hands gripped her hips as I shot my second load of the night deep into her pussy. I grunted and stayed in her until she squeezed every last drop from my balls. It felt like I’d shot just as much as the first time I came.

Pulling out, I roughly flipped her over onto her back, lewdly looking her over. A sheen of sweat covered her body and a grin was on her face. My sperm trickled from her pussy and down her thigh.

I was done. Fucking her from behind had drained me, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to go again tonight, not even for the hottest little bitch in country music. It was time to finish the night.

I lifted the corner of the mattress and pulled a hunting knife with a three inch blade from underneath it. Carrie, still feeling the aftereffects of her orgasm, looked over lazily and saw what I had. All of her good feelings were instantly replaced by terror.

Before she could react, I lunged across the mattress and grabbed her hair with my left hand. Hauling her into a sitting position, I slammed the knife into her abdomen. The look on her face was priceless. Her eyes widened with shock and her lips parted a bit. I couldn’t believe she actually thought she was going to survive the night; she’d seen my face, could identify me, and she’d see the route we’d taken to my barn. I couldn’t risk letting her life without having to leave town and look over my shoulder for the rest of my life.

I pulled the knife out and slammed it into her again, over and over, seven times in total.

She coughed and blood bubbled out of her mouth and trickled down her chin to form drops that splashed against her thigh. I dropped the knife and grabbed her head in both hands, looking into her eyes as the life drained from her body.

She was stronger than I imagined, giving me several minutes to watch her die. The light finally faded from her eyes and her whole body went limp. I let her body collapse to the mattress and laid down, careful to avoid the blood pool. I’d deal with her body later, but right now I wanted rest.

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