"Do I Have Your Attention Now?"
Starring Kelsea Ballerini
Kelsea Ballerini couldn’t believe it.
She thought it had been made abundantly clear to the man she had been involved in talks with that he was to stop hurting her career by hacking into her accounts and releasing unfinished music to the masses.
At one time he had been a proud member of Kelsea’s fan club, and considered himself one of her biggest fans, if not the biggest.
But things had gotten ugly between them quick after he hacked her account for the first time and released a rough demo of a song she had been working on that was not meant to be released to the public yet.
“I want a restraining order against him. I don’t care what you have to do,” Kelsea told her attorney as she discussed the issue with him, feeling satisfied that it was settled once she heard back from him with the news.
The now disenfranchised former fan club member did not take this news well.
He had joined Kelsea’s fan club to get close to her, desperate for any chance he might have to get to meet her some day and make a move on her since all he wanted in the world was to fuck her.
So when he heard that Kelsea had taken out a restraining order against him the least little bit of rational thought he might have had disappeared, as he took it as a personal attack on him.
“She thinks I’m not good enough for her? Maybe I need to track her down and teach her a lesson,” he told himself as he started formulating a plan to get the ultimate revenge on her.
From that moment on, he went from “overzealous fan” to “stalker”, and started tracking her every move, looking for the opportunity to catch her alone and have his way with her.
And it wouldn’t be long before he got it.
Hacking her been easy for him, after all, so if he could do it to leak unreleased music he could just as easily do it to find out when she would be alone in her house, which he had already discovered the location of.
That’s how he found himself breaking into Kelsea’s house one day, picking the lock on her front door and making himself at home, creeping down the hallway towards the sound of her angelic voice.
He was dressed all in black from head to toe and wore a backpack on his shoulders with a makeshift “rape kit” inside of it as he crept towards the open door, seeing Kelsea admiring herself in her bedroom mirror as he came up behind her, chloroform-filled rag in his hand.
“SURPRISE BITCH!” he shouted in Kelsea’s ear as he wrapped the rag over her face, Kelsea’s eyes growing wide with fear as she looked back at him in the mirror, her hands going up to his to try and fight him off as his other hand slid inside the black shirt she was wearing to fondle her tits.
“MMMMPPPPHHH! MMMMMPPPPPHHH!” she shouted as she struggled against him, her body eventually going limp as the chloroform started to take effect, allowing him to throw her on her bed and start exploring her.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you Kels? Let’s get a good look at this tight, sexy body that drives me wild,” he taunted her, producing a pair of scissors from his backpack and cutting off the shirt, exposing her tits to him since she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Let’s get these pants off,” he said to himself as he unbuttoned her tight black pants, sliding them off of her and cutting off her panties so that her tight pink pussy was free for him to explore.
“Son of a bitch. Such a great pussy,” he told himself, catching his breath and admiring Kelsea as he watched her sleep off the effects of the drug.
“Didn’t have to be this way Kelsea. I just wanted to get your attention,” he said to her as he removed his own clothes and straddled her, slightly parting her legs as he kissed her lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth and thrusting between her legs.
“MMMMPPPHHH,” Kelsea softly whimpered, her hands lightly trying to push him off of her as he forced another vile kiss on her lips before moving his mouth to her tits, licking her erect nipples before starting to suck on them.
“You’re mine Kelsea,” he sneered when he heard her starting to come around, reaching into his pack and pulling out a knife as he forced another kiss on her, Kelsea coming around and slapping at his back when she felt his dick sliding along her cunt lips.
“Fuck…how did you find me you creep?” she whispered when she saw his face, recognizing it as belonging to the man who had brought her sol much trouble.
“You want to disenfranchise me and put a restraining order on me Kelsea? I’m gonna give you a reason…” he hissed as he took the knife and held it to her throat before running the flat side of it down her body.
“P-please don’t hurt me…” she begged him as he forced his tongue down her throat again.
“Do what I say and I won’t use this Kels. But if you fight me…” he sneered, menacing her with the knife as he held it up to her throat and mimicked a slicing motion as he ran it over her throat.
“O-okay…” she softly whispered as he grabbed her by the hair and forced her mouth onto his cock.
“Suck it. And no teeth or I’ll slice you up into little bits,” he told her as he swung the knife in her direction again, Kelsea wrapping her hand around his dick and starting to suck on it.
“Fuck…such a good little cocksucker,” he told her as he ran his hands through her hair, Kelsea doing her best to focus on her work and not the knife that was at his side on her bed.
“Keep sucking bitch,” he hissed when he saw her eyes shift toward the knife, slapping her kin the face and forcing all the way onto his cock, causing her to start gagging.
“And you better swallow it, too,” he told her as he slammed his hips into her face, pushing his cock down her throat as started to cum, Kelsea choking on it before she finally recovered and started drinking it down.
“GO TO HELL!” she shouted at him after swallowing his load, trying to push him off of her as he as he straddled her and thrust his dick between her legs.
“SHUT UP BITCH!” he shouted at her, grabbing her by the hair and slapping her repeatedly, pushing the knife against her throat with a little more force than before as Kelsea screamed in fear.
“No…please don’t kill me!” she begged him as he put the knife down and slid his dick into her pussy, sneering at her.
Kelsea breathed a sigh of relief when he put the knife down, not even caring anymore that he was raping her so long as he spared her life.
“Shit…you’re so tight Kelsea…fuck yes I’ll enjoy this…” he moaned in her ear, licking it before using his mouth to nibble on the hardened nubs on her chest.
“Just be quick about it,” Kelsea told herself, hoping he’d be done with her soon and let her go.
“I’m gonna make you cum for me Kelsea,” he told her when he felt her cunt muscles starting to tighten up around his thrusting cock, Kelsea cursing herself under her breath for being such a whore and cumming for her attacker.
“No…oh God why am I such a slut?” she chastised herself as se came, her juices shooting out onto his cock as he pushed all of his weight into her and buried himself balls-deep into her pussy.
“Oh God…NO! DON’T DO IT! NOT INSIDE ME! Fuck…” Kelsea shouted when she felt his thrusting slowing down, turning her head away from him when he started to spew his filthy seed into her.
“Look at me when I cum in you!” he snapped at her as he violently turned her head to face him, forcing a long, deep kiss on her lips and forcing his tongue down her throat again as he came in her, completely emptying his balls into her before finally withdrawing from her soaked pussy.
“I hope I just gave you a baby Kels. So we can be together forever like I’ve always wanted. That’s why I did the things I did you know, but you always thought you were too good for me,” he told her as he pulled out a strap-on and shoved it inside of her, trapping all of his rapist sperm inside of her.
“Bastard,” she cried under her breath, knowing that every drop he had just shot into her was now being forced up into her womb.
“Just letting nature take it’s course while I have your other hole,” he told her as he rolled her over onto her side and slid his cock along her ass cheeks, Kelsea starting to cry when she felt him entering her ass, wondering if this torture would ever end.
“Such a tight little ass. I bet I’m the first one to be back here,” he taunted her as he fucked her ass, Kelsea moaning in pain with every thrust he took into her back door.
“Please just cum in my ass and go,” she begged him as he grabbed her hips and started pulling them back onto his cock, wanting to make this as unpleasant for her as possible as he buried his cock balls-deep into her bowels and started to cum, grunting as he filled her ass with another thick load of his cum.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you? There’s so much more I’m gonna do to you…” he hissed in her ear as she took out the strap-on and quickly shoved his dick back into her, raping her pussy once again.
“You slut. You came all over the fake dick when I came in your ass didn’t you?” he taunted her as he fucked her in the spooning position, his arms around her waist as he pushed his hips into hers repeatedly.
Kelsea couldn’t even begin to wrap her head around how personal he was making this violation.
To her this was the most intimate position a man and a woman could be in, spooning after passionate, consensual sex, and this creep was using it to rape her again.
“Oh yeah….so tight…so good…gonna cum in you again…” he calmly told her as he pulled her against him and came in her, Kelsea bursting into tears again as her body betrayed her and sprayed a load of fresh cunt cream over his dick as he held himself inside her and painted her innermost walls with a fresh load of his thick, sticky baby batter.
“I’m not even close to being done with you yet…” he coldly whispered in her ear, lightly tugging on it as he shoved the strap-on back inside of her, his second load now trapped in her welcoming womb, as well.
“All you had to do was let me in Kelsea. But you had to be a bitch about it,” he told her as he took a belt from his pack, Kelsea still curled up in the fetal position on her bed.
“This will hurt me a whole lot more than it hurts you,” he told her, Kelsea wondering aloud what he meant until he started whipping her with the belt.
“OW! FUCK! YOU MONSTER! YOU PIG! YOU’RE HURTING ME!” she cried out as he whipped her, flogging her ass, her tits and her strap-on filled pussy until they were all red with blood.
“If you think that’s bad…just wait,” he hissed as he forced her into the doggy position and replaced the strap-on with his dick again, beginning to thrust into her and rape her again as he wrapped the belt around her neck and started pulling back on it.
“FUCK…OH GOD…he’s gonna fucking kill me while he rapes ne…” she moaned as she placed her hands on the belt, trying to get it loose to no avail, the grip he had on it tightening with every thrust he made into her.
“That’s too good for you. I want you to live so you suffer for the rest of your life like I do because of you,” he icily whispered to her as he raped her from behind, Kelsea struggling to remain conscious from the force he was choking her with.
“You’re crazy!” she croaked from around the belt, starting to gasp for air as he fucked her and tugged on the belt a little harder.
“That’s the popular opinion. But only because you made me that way,” he told her as he slammed his hips home one last time and came deep into her pussy for a third time, thrusting into her over and over again as he emptied his third full load into her, pulling back on the belt until Kelsea passed out from lack of oxygen, and only then did he pull he out for the final time.
“Sweet dreams. Take care of our kid Kelsea. Do I have your attention now?” he sneered as he plugged her with the strap-on again and left her lying, sneaking out of her house the same way he came in.
It took a few days for Kelsea to be discovered, curled up in a ball and near comatose from the trauma she had been through, having not even bothered to remove the strap-on from her bruised and bloodied pussy.
The physical scars healed but the mental scars never did, especially after finding out that every step he had taken to impregnate her had worked and she was carrying his rape baby inside of her.
The local police, of course, had to answer for how they let someone like him walk right through a restraining order and attack her in such a violent fashion, which they were unable to do since the attacker was never found, having seemingly vanished despite the order against him and every police officer in town trying to find him.
As for Kelsea, well, she managed to soldier on, her career only stronger due to sympathy from the attack and the pregnancy that resulted from it.
But she could never escape the pain of that day as long as she lived, no matter how hard she tried, so one night she took a few too many prescription psych pills and never woke up.
Kelsea Ballerini was finally at peace again.
