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She Was Asking For It	By : TheRevolutionIsMine Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 5707 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"She Was Asking For It"

"Ohhhhhh... this is just a waste..." said a certain C.I.T. who was spending her days in a lonely groggy state of mind.
Courtney was that C.I.T. who was busy slaving her hours at a afterparty that Chris McLean had attended for the old and new contestants alike. Man, it was definitely out of this world. There was music blaring out of the speakers and the most awesomest cuisine that the guests can grab their hands on. Everything from the finest burgers to the most delicious chocolate and such tasty buffalo wings to gorge out on. Everyone was having their fun. Geoff and Bridgette were busy making out on top of a tablecloth which left Noah very disgusted, Duncan and Gwen were both sharing a laugh right next to D.J., Trent was trying to get away from Katie and Sadie in which they were annoying him, Heather was hiding right behind Justin in an attempt to prevent Alejandro from flirting with her in the most naughty way, and Owen was still stuffing his face full of hot wings, making sure he left none for nobody. To put it simply best, they were having a hell of a good time.
All except Courtney, who was busy being slumped on the table and drinking her lips full of punch. She still looked much like pure hell ever since Duncan had dumped her for Gwen. Now she looked like she would get beaten and roughed up in a rowdy bar fight to be exact. Her rage was as greater as the sun itself, one touch and you'll be burned automatically. She was just like that.
"Hey, eh? Wanna dance?" said an smiling Ezekiel, who popped out of nowhere with a black eye on his face and stared at Courtney stupidly.
"Get lost, creep!" Courtney exclaimed at him angrily. She was never in the mood for such cruddy dancing.
"What's the matter, eh? Don't you like to dance with the Zekemeister?" Ezekiel said as his flirty comments kept on annoying Courtney more.
"Get this through your fucking head, I will never dance with you. I would blow my own head off with a firecracker than to dance with you!" Courtney shouted at him in the most aggressive way possible.
"Okay, fine! Who wants to dance with a whiny little bitch like you anyway, eh?" Ezekiel said to her without pity and went back to hitting on Anne Maria, if just in case if he was to cross Lightning's path.
"Maybe your mother..." Courtney muttered hatefully to him, before she definitely had enough of the party altogether, "Screw this shit, I'm gonna go take a nap..."
Courtney finally got out of her chair and just threw the drink away, mainly landing on a perfect portrait of the show's host, Chris McLean. The picture was now just a horrible punch-stained mess indeed. Chris somehow looked at the picture with just plain shock. He couldn't believe his likeliness was ruined just like that. But with redemption in his eyes, he knew who was responsible for this all along.
"Courtney..." Chris muttered to himself fiercely looking at that punch-stained picture of his and just went off to find her. But not without calling Chef Hatchet for some 'help' at first.
Inside Courtney's room, the CIT quickly changed into her light pink see-through nightshirt alongside a pink bra and tight panties that molded very well to her bubble butt. She looked just drop dead sexy indeed.
"It's about time those loud noises from those morons drowned out. Now I can finally get some sleep all to myself..." Courtney replied in such relief as she closed her eyes and rested her head in the pillow, just enjoying a nice deep sleep.
She had slept for a few good hours until...
...two shadows suddenly came in opening the door real quietly with vengeful smirks on their faces.
Just like a pair of Ninjas infiltrating a quiet battlefield, the two examined her body just like the best masterpiece they were ever gawking at. Such luscious C-cup breasts that would easily be squeezed, and such the tightest ass that felt so gropeable. The figure's mouth watered very seductively like eyeing a big priceless steak.
Without any minute to spare, the other figure which was Chef Hatchet, suddenly grabbed Courtney's hands, which made her come awake real easily.
"What- Ah, Chef! Get off of me! What are you even doing?" Courtney said, just struggling to break free.
"Chef and me are just teaching you a lesson, Miss C.I.T." The figure said out of the dark. In Courtney's eyes, she knew who the voice was by hearing it.
"Chris? What in the hell are you even doing my room?" Courtney said to Chris as she was still trying to break free from Chef's grasp, but to no avail.
"You ruined my good portrait of me." Chris said to her as the host referring the good portrait as an autographed picture of Chris himself that was stained with punch due to Courtney's behavior, "And now, it's payback time. Chef, release your pants..."
With Chris's command, Chef Hatchet unzipped his pants and revealed what appears to be his very own 10-inch manhood. Courtney tried to look away to her very best.
"Argh! What are you doing? Get that away from me!" Courtney exclaimed as she was shaking herself loose, but to only realize that Chef Hatchet was sitting on her chest.
"Time fo' silence!" Chef Hatchet exclaimed as he grabbed the back of Courtney's head/hair and charged his manhood right through her mouth.
And just like a machine, Chef's manhood was being forced back and forth inside her mouth slowly. The C.I.T. was tasting every ounce of Chef Hatchet that she could ever stomach to indure painfully. It was tasting some kind of fruit pop in the most unclean way ever. As Courtney kept on forcefully sucking Chef's rod, Chris had another idea in mind.
"Hmmmmm, time to see what Courtney's got hiding in her panties..." Chris replied in a suggestive manner as his hands touched the fabric of Courtney's panties.
She did her darnedest to kick Chris away from letting this foul moment happen to her, but there was no stopping Chris from getting his sexual revenge on her.
As those panties were taken off, he was fascinated on how shaven and so tight Courtney was. He wanted to make her squirt and beg for his life. He loved it so much...
So as he unzipped and displayed his glorious 12-inch johnson to the entire world, Chris positioned himself on top of Courtney's groin with her legs forcibly spread hopelessly, and suddenly forced himself into her tight pink spot.
"MMMMMMMMMM...!" Courtney muffled as he felt Chris's hard rod insert her hardly. With all the huffing and pumping, Chris's groin bumped right into her slit in the roughest way possible. His speed was increasing tenfold as Courtney kept on muffling/screaming for her life. Both Chris and Chef's rods were just going in and out right through her mouth and slit just like a squid-like monster just getting easy with her.
From Chef's point of view, the speed of his johnson kept going faster and rougher, making it wet and slobbery every chance he would ever get. Courtney was trapped in an arousing predicament that she was never gonna get herself out of. But she didn't like it one bit. Chef's johnson was the most foulest thing she had ever tasted. Heck, the tears that she was shedding was really painful enough for her to endure.
Her slit was being sore with Chris's hard thrusts. Having his hard rod right between her legs felt like something sore was shoving Courtney in a very unholy place. She was taking a really brutal sexual beating for sure. From both Chef and Chris's points of view, both of their thrusting, resulted in a pre-cum situation. However, they weren't satisfied yet.
Chef finally broke himself out of Courtney, as she took a very deep breath. Her mouth had already became sore as it is indefinitely.
"Ack! What is wrong with you? That's foul! I demand you let me go now! I am suing both of your asses for rape!" Courtney exclaimed to the both of them, just threatening with a lawsuit.
"Ohhh, we both know you can't do that no longer." Chris said with a sick sexual smirk, "Read the fine print. We can't be held responsible..."
"Fuck you, Chris!" Courtney shouted to him angrily.
"That's weird, because that's what I'm gonna do to you right now..." Chris smirked as he suddenly took Courtney's fine hips and turned her around in doggie position, even though she tried her very best to get away. Chef then laid right across the bed with Courtney's hair still being grasped. Chris then spoke to her seductively once again, "Don't worry, my pet. This won't hurt one bit..."
With such sick tendencies, Chris suddenly pushed his rod right into her ass and shifted his groin into her yet again. To add insult to injury, Chef forced Courtney's head to bob up and down and feel his huge rod tasting her once again. Chef just loved to hear Courtney's hopeless muffling cries of help that she was making. She was trapped in a nice rough game of adultery and rape there ever was.
"Mmmmmm! MMMMMMMM!" Courtney muffled once again as she started to choke on Chef's shaft really hard just like a chicken was being choked right out of control. The same thing was just happening to Courtney in the very sexual, very rough kind of choking.
On Chris's point of view, his thrusts began to increase tenfold roughly. He began to bang and pound Courtney's sweet ass into oblivion until it was gonna involve in a cum-infested rubble. The sensation felt so good. It felt so orgasmic. And though Courtney went way against it, giving to her hard was one of Chris's sexual fantasies come true. He wanted Courtney to beg through her muffled cries of help. Too bad Courtney couldn't say anything to Chris, because she was still sucking the hell out of Chef, much to his sick delight.
"Ohhhh, damn it! I'm cumming!" Chris exclaimed as with a few final hardening thrusts, and with hardening bobs from Chef's rod right to Courtney's mouth, it finally happened. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH...!"
"MMMMMMMMMMMMM! MMMMMMM!" Courtney muffled loudly as she could feel Chris's cum shoot right inside her like jelly being filled to a donut over and over again. Not to mention, Chef's cum shot right out of the tip of his rod and just like a geyser, shot right inside of her pretty mouth repeatedly. It tasted very disgusting to her. I mean, both of their seeds were spreading right inside Courtney's body like a damned monkey strapped to a person's back. It was certain they didn't use one ounce of protection at least. But Courtney paid the hugest price there ever was.
Both Chris and Chef sweated it out as they both zipped their pants back up, where Courtney already looked very spent. They looked down on her with vengeful smiles right on their faces.
"I hope you learned your lesson on how you shouldn't mess with other people's property. Let that be a lesson to you. Right, Chef?" Chris said right to Courtney as he turned to his companion.
"Hell yeah, I hope she did..." Chef Hatchet said with a smirk as both he and Chris had left a cum-infested Courtney laying face down and in motionless at the pain she really had to endure. Nothing but sucking and fucking that she had to feel in the most degrading way. Sometimes, that's the way the cookie crumbles in life.
"Someone... please help me... ass too sore like cucumbers..." Courtney muttered quietly as the cum from her mouth and slit kept dripping out of her for a good long time. It was her punishment for ruining Chris's picture, knowing she wasn't sorry for doing so.
Hey, just like what a person wanted in life, she was asking for it, no doubt about it.
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