Hannah Montana: Lets Get Crazy Chapter 1

Hannah Montana: Let’s Get Crazy Chapter 1
“Let’s get crazy, yeah just kick up your heels. Don’t miss out, time to shout, always keeping it real. Let’s get crazy!”
Hannah Montana, Teen pop sensation raised her hand the crowd and pointed at them as she finished her song, “Let’s Get Crazy”.
“Goodnight Malibu!!” She shouted into the mike. Her voice reverberated through the arena and Hannah ran off the stage into the hallway behind, the screams of her fans following her up to her dressing room. She walked through the door into the changing room. Inside, a middle-aged man with a moustache was waiting for her and said, “Nice job, baby girl.”
“Thanks Daddy. Am I doing autographs tonight?”
“No, we’re leaving right away.”
“Okay, but I’ve got to go to the bathroom first.”
“Just come to the back door, the limo will be there.”
Hannah’s dad/manager left through the door. Hannah Montana reached up to her head and took off her blond wig. Then she let her buttoned-up hair loose and shook her head so that her brown colored hair fell free past her shoulders. Miley Stewart, teenage school girl went into the bathroom, pulled down her jeans and panties and sat down on the toilet, starting to piss. Since she was 13, Miley had been entertaining millions of fans and sold millions of albums under the alias of Hannah Montana, all the while going to first Seaview Middle School and then Seaview High School making friends with people such as Lily Truscott and Oliver Oaken. Her father and manager, Robby Ray Stewart was old country music star, and who has abandoned his career for Miley and her older brother, Jackson. Even now, going into her senior year of high school she was still singing her hear out at the frequent concerts.
Miley finished urinating and stood up and pulled her pants back up. She washed her hands and put her hair back up and her wig on over top. She stepped back out the door and went down the hall to the back door of the arena. She opened the door slightly and peeked out to make sure there were no fans. In the dark, 11 o’clock night she didn’t see anyone. Or the limo for that matter. She stepped out of the door and shut it behind her, glancing left and right to look for it.
Maybe it’s still in the garage. Miley started walking left, to the parking garage 100 yards away. As she passed the dumpsters at the corner of the garage, a man dressed in black jumped out and ran at her. Miley began to scream but another figure from behind her grabbed her and put one hand on her mouth and the other around her waist. He pulled her backwards to in-between the garbage dumpsters and the first man followed. He pulled out a long strip of cloth and put it in her mouth and tied it around her head painfully tight. The man behind her pushed her to the ground and held her there with his hands on her wrists. The first man reached down and took hold of her jeans, unbuttoning them and wrestling them off of her as she twisted and turned in terror.
The man finally got them off of her, revealing her long, bare, tanned legs and low-cut, red panties. NO!! Her mind screamed. Miley’s first assailant pulled out a knife, and Miley tried struggling even harder. The man brought it close to her stomach and she closed her eyes shut in fear. But she didn’t feel anything and opened them back up, seeing the man cutting along the sides of her top. When he was done the shirt fell off, showing her flat stomach and breasts covered by a red bra that matched her panties. The 16 year old girl struggled against her much stronger middle-aged attackers, but it was futile. She was pinned down and couldn’t move, with only her thin undergarments hiding her private areas.
The man that wasn’t holding onto her wrists then grabbed hold of her panties and yanked them off of her hips. Even in the dark, streetlight night, her shaven pussy was clearly visible. With just slightly puffy labia’s and a medium sized clit, her vagina looked quite desirable and Miley felt the man holding her wrist’s cock began to grow as it pressed against the back of her head. The man holding her panties held them up and took a long whiff, exhaling contentedly after smelling the aroma of the teenage girl’s faint sex juices that lingered on her panties from some earlier time. He held them out, and then stuffed them underneath her gag and into her mouth. She gagged when she tasted her own juices, and breathed frantically in and out of her nose. The man securing her arms moved a little and brought her arms down by her side. The two men rolled her over onto her stomach, bringer her hands behind her back. The next thing she felt was duck tape being wrapped around her wrists. The men rolled her back over onto her back, and now the man that has been holding down her arms pressed down on her shoulders, holding her still while the other man’s hand’s crept up her stomach to her chest, where he tore of the red bra she was wearing.
The man held it up in the air and looked for the tag. In a low, sleazy voice that went completely with the action he was about to do she thought, he said “34B cup! Not bad for an-almost eighteen year old girl! How many dicks you been riding lately, Miss Montana, eh?” Both men chuckled and the man that was holding her bra threw it aside and roughly brought his hands down her body and past her waist, to her vagina. She tried to struggle even more, and began to hyperventilate with the gag in her mouth, restricting her breathing. His fingers went through her labia, into her vagina not to softly. He kept going farther in until he felt something block his way. “Well well Tom, would you guess it? We have us a virgin pop star here. Maybe not so cocks up her pussy, huh?”
The other man replied “Guess not, Jim. But I wonder how many she’s had in mouth?”
“Only one way to check, Tom.” Hannah could picture both men grinning as the man behind her, Tom stood up. She could hear a zipper being unzipped and then a rustle as his pants dropped to the floor, and he stepped out of them. He knelt back down behind her head and slowly removed her gag and the man’s sweaty and greasy hand covered her mouth again and threw her panties and gag away to the side. She felt him move around her head and up above her.
“Now Miss Montana; I’m going to remove this here hand and replace it with my cock. If you bite down or try to harm me in anyway, you will be punished. And you won’t like it. Unless you’re into that sort of thing. So obey and you won’t get hurt.”
Hannah began to struggle as the man positioned himself over top of her face, her mind screaming in protest at the brutality of the act. In the dim streetlight night, she could see his penis. From what she had heard in school and what she had seen on the internet, it wasn’t all that big, 5 inches, maybe 5 ½. But it was being lowered to her mouth. And she was scared. Afraid. Repulsed. She began to prepare herself for the terrible taste of her first cock, when the man removed his hand and immediately shoved his cock to the back of her throat. She gagged, and then stopped as he withdrew halfway out. It wasn’t actually all that bad tasting, she thought. Just like a finger. And the little bit of liquid at the tip, the pre-cum, wasn’t terrible either. In fact, she kind of liked it. As the man began to thrust in and out, she didn’t even think about biting down.
“I think our pop star here likes it, don’t you, Jim?”
“Defiantly, Tom. I also think she’s going to like my cock shoved up her tight, virgin cunt of hers.”
And with that, the horror of the situation was brought back on Hannah and she began to struggle again. She wanted to lose her Virginity soon, yes. But to someone she cared about and loved, and who loved her back. Not this sad excuse for a human being. The man on top of her face shoved his dick farther into her mouth in an effort to stop her moving, but restriction of air made her squirm more. As she heard the dropping of pants and then the feeling of something warm and thin against the folds of her vagina, she knew she was about to be violated.
So she did all she could; a desperate act that would hopefully make them stop long enough for help to come. She bit down on the man’s sensitive member.
The man screamed in pain and withdrew his dick. She opened her mouth and screamed, a two second long burst before the man’s hand was back on her mouth. With the other he slapped her several times across the face, hard.
“Alright Jim, no more slow. Do it now, and make it hurt!”
“Roger that Tom.”
And with that, Hannah knew she was doomed.