The lights were bright and hot, flashing around the concert hall and into the eyes of the frustrated man in the front row. Mike had been dragged to the loud, thumping pop concert by his cousin, Lynda, and was pouting as the screaming fans around him cheered and waved their hands in the air. Lynda was having the time of her life, occasionally nudging her cousin and trying to get him to enjoy himself.
Mike had never been a fan of pop music in general, so when Lynda invited him to a concert featuring Taylor Swift, Nicki Minaj, and Carly Rae Jepsen, he was less than excited. He was guilted into attending the concert to please his family, but as the performers jumped and danced across the stage, he couldn’t stop himself from shouting rude remarks and booing as they passed the front of the stage.
“Get off the stage! Put some damn clothes on and go get some singing lessons, you all suck!” Mike hollered, coaxing a round of boo’s from the fans that circled him.
They shoved him and cried out for him to stop, but he continued to heckle the singers as they tried to carry on with their performance.
“Boo! Boo, learn to sing! Booo! Your costumes look like a circus act, bring out Nickelback!”
The singers seemed to ignore his jeers, but the front row fans didn’t take kindly to the show that they had paid good money for being ruined by this negative heckler. He continued his brutal taunting of the performers, his cousin elbowing him periodically with an angry jab every time he yelled something at the stage.
Finally, the show seemed to be coming to a close, and as the three singers returned to the stage for a final encore, Mike slipped away from Lynda and found his way to a door at the left of the stage that was unguarded. He walked down a long narrow hallway, hiding from passing crew members and exploring the backstage area of the concert hall as he heard the last notes of the last song fading in the background. He looked in one door and saw what appeared to be a large dressing room. Mike rolled his eyes at the size and elaborate decoration of the room, and as he turned to close the door and continue his solo tour, he was faced with the frowning faces of Taylor, Nicki, and Carly.
“Well, well, well, our very own front row heckler thinks he can just wander backstage into our dressing room after ruining our show with his witty commentary.” Taylor frowned, crossing her arms in front of her. The three performers forced Mike back into the room, stepping forward and leaving him no room to escape back into the hallway. Mike stood in the center of the massive dressing room, and Nicki Minaj closed and locked the door as they stood side by side by side, staring at the nervous man.
All three women were still in their stage costumes, and they circled him as his eyes darted back and forth. Nicki was wearing a rainbow bustier and neon pink fishnet stockings. She wore purple thigh high leather platform boots, and her pink and silver wig was cut into a short bob. She wore gaudy rhinestone jewellery, and her eyelashes were neon green and fluttered an inch from her brown eyes.
Carly Rae Jepson was dripping with sweat, her blonde hair a mess from her performance. She wore a skin tight, royal blue, metallic bodysuit with a teal tutu and sparkling turquoise sneakers. Her makeup was running, but wasn’t as extreme as Nicki’s, and she looked the anxious heckler up and down.
Taylor Swift was dressed in a silvery sequined mini dress, the tasseled skirt sticking to her sweaty thighs. The halter top would have shown cleavage if she had any, and her blond hair was pinned up in a messy updo. Her makeup was very understated, and Taylor wore bright scarlet lipstick on her smirking lips.
“So, you think you can heckle our show and get away with it?” Carly huffed, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall to Mike’s left. “You know, this isn’t the first time some piece of shit misogynist has tried to push us down. We know how to handle fuck boys like you.
Mike was focussed on Carly, her curves visible through her bodysuit. He didn’t notice Nicki and Taylor moved behind him, grabbing him each by one arm and pulling him down onto the sofa at the back of the room. He lost his balance as they surprised him with their aggression, and soon he was laying back on the sofa, three women holding him down as he struggled.
“Wait, what the fuck? Ok, ok, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have done that, I’ll just leave and I won’t bother you again!” Mike protested, realising that his strength was nothing compared to that of three angry women.
“Oh, you think you can just talk your way out of this, you piece of trash?” Taylor scoffed. “Typical fucking man! Your cock makes you a useless sack of crap, worthless and stupid like every other man. It’s time you get taught the lesson that every man should learn. Let’s put him in his place, ladies.”
As if it were set out in preparation for this very event, Carly reached over to one of the make-up tables and presented Taylor with a leather paddle stuffed with metal spikes. Mike’s eyes widened, realizing that these women were serious about punishing him for his crimes against their performance. As he stared up in shock at Taylor, who was tauntingly paddling her hand with the frightening instrument, Nicki and Carly began to forcefully undress him as he squirmed and tried to fight them off.
“Ok, stop! This isn’t fucking funny, I was a dick but this is assault!” Mike cried out, attempting fruitlessly to keep his clothing on against his aggressor’s attacks.
Taylor laughed maniacally, holding the paddle in one hand, and Mikey’s head down with the other, as Nicki yanked his pants off and tore his shirt from his chest. Soon he was completely nude, terrified that these women had the strength and ability to overpower him so easily. They turned him over, bending him over the arm of the sofa and pinning his arms behind his back. Soon Taylor was slamming his exposed backside with the paddle, and the room echoed with Mike’s cries of anguish.
“You filthy male pig, take it! Take every damn second of pain for your shity toxic masculinity!” Taylor’s normally sweet, sing-song voice, was now low and aggressive with a dominant twinge of hatred. She paddled his bare ass with all her might, her deep contempt for the pitiful male bent over before her growing with every strike.
“No! Jesus, stop! Ouch! Let me go you crazy bitches!” Mike screamed, his cheeks reddening as the humiliation of being overpowered and abused by three women overwhelmed him.
“Oh, Bitches are we?” Carly growled under her breath, her grip on the back of Mike’s neck tightening as she forced his face into the arm of the sofa. “This isn’t enough punishment for this disgusting animal. It’s time he learns his place, girls!”
As if the three singers could read one another’s minds, they worked together to flip the screaming man onto his back. Nicki held his arms over his head as Carly sat on his bare lap, and Taylor sat on and pinned down his legs to keep him from struggling. Carly kicked off her shoes, and soon Mike was being smothered by her soft, perfectly pedicured feet. Mike was shocked at how clean and lovely smelling her feet were, considering she was out on stage sweating and dancing, and her smooth, clean soles pressed against his face. She forced her toes into his mouth, gagging him with her feet as he tried fruitlessly to struggle against her probing forefoot.
“There we go, fucking choke in my perfect feet you misogynist swine!” Carly taunted, smothering the man and grinding her heel against his mouth.
“Fuck yeah, worship her feet! Fucking male trash! What a pathetic little tiny dicked piece of garbage, learn your place serving the superior sex, you worthless dog!” Taylor shouted, seemingly aroused and excited watching her friend torture the helpless man.
Mike struggled against Nicki’s grasp, and tried to turn his head to avoid the velvety soles of Carly Rae Jepson, but his attempts to free himself were useless. The women laughed as he fought, and Carly sat up in his lap and began to strip her bodysuit off. When she was finally in nothing but a black thong and black heart-shaped pasties, she crawled up Mike’s body and straddled his face. She pinned his arms down with her knees, freeing Nicki Minaj from holding his wrists, and Carly squeezed her smooth, milky thighs around his face.
“Worship these thighs! Be a good boy and worship!!” Carly shrieked, crushing him with her strong, muscular inner thighs and laughing at his pained expression.
Mike gasped for air, the creamy skin of Carly Rae Jepson covering his face and her tight hold around his ears muffling the sound of their hideous laughter.
“This is what you deserve, finally you worship a female body just like you should!” Nicki chuckled, standing over the helpless victim and watching her friend crush his face with her thighs.
“Oh he should be worshipping all of us. Such a pathetic slime-ball man, smother him with your big, beautiful ass Nicki! Teach him what all male dogs should do to learn their place underneath the superior bodies of his female Goddess’! Smother him! Make him beg for mercy and grovel at our feet like a subservient male slave should!” Taylor spewed through clenched teeth. She dug her fingernails into Mike’s trembling thighs, her intense misandry oozing from her dominant voice.
Nicki chortled in agreement, and Carly slid back on Mike’s quivering body. She straddled his torso while Nicki positioned herself over him, her knees digging into his forearms and pinning him to the sofa. Mike stared up at the full, voluptuous backside of the thick singer, and his eyes widened in terror.
“No! Ok please, I said I was sorry! You can’t suffocate me, please just let me go! I don’t want-” Mikey’s plea’s were ignored, and the dominant laughter of the three women was drowned out the moment Nicki lowered her sumptuous ass onto Mike’s terrified face.
“Yes! Smother that squealing pig!” Taylor whooped, slapping Mike’s tensed thighs and cheering.
“That’s right you little fuck toy, taste that ass and suffocate in it!” Nicki bounced her ample backside up and down on the man’s face, grinding back and forth so that Mike got a good taste of her clean, smooth ass.
The darkness was almost as frightening as the creepy grins on the faces of these violent women staring down victoriously at him. He tried to suck in as much air as he could, but all he was met with was the scent of Nicki Minaj’s clean aroma. He struggled for air, and the helplessness overcame him in a way that he never expected. He had been frustrated and angry at the behavior of these performers, but he suddenly realized in this moment, that this wasn’t just fun and games from a few women for ruining their performance. These women truly hated him and wanted him to suffer, they believed that they were superior in every way,and that they had every right to use him as they pleased. As he battled against Nicki’s supple cheeks for oxygen, he came to the realization that these women may actually mean him real harm.
“Ooh, well look at him convulsing, struggling for air under your beautiful ass, Nicki! I think he needs to really feel the pain of being the lowest gender and suffer the way all men should suffer!” Taylor laughed loudly, leaning forward to giggle with Carly as Nicki stuck her tongue out and crumpled her nose in amusement at the struggling man beneath her.
“Mmm, that’s right you little bitch! Worship Mama’s fat ass snd suffocate in it!” Nicki whooped and grinded her ass against her victims face.
Mike could just hear the devilish laughter echoing through the dressing room, and soon he began to lose consciousness. He blacked out for a moment, he didn’t know how long, but as he drifted back and forth, he was met with startling and frightening sensations. Lips, hands, bodies all over him. Blackness. The squeezing sensation of his balls in a vice. Blackness. When he finally woke up, he had wished the darkness had kept him.
“He’s finally awake! Get him!” Taylor’s voice was shrill and determined.
Mike was suddenly surrounded by the women, all of whom were now undressed. They pounced on him, grabbing at his nude body and pressing their lips to his face as he tried to struggle. Somehow these women were far stronger than he would ever be able to overcome, and they easily held him down as they kissed him all over. Their saliva strung across his cheeks, their lipstick leaving wet prints across his face and chest. Mike cried out for help, but the women just giggled at his suffering and continued to barrage him with sloppy, unwanted kisses. They licked his face, Carly slipping her tongue forcefully into his mouth and cramming her tongue down his throat as he tried to protest.
Mike realized, as the singers were accosting him with their lips, that Nicki was wearing a shockingly large black strap-on dildo. Carly and Taylor tittered, stringing their saliva over his face with their aggressive kisses and licking, but Nicki stood up and began to stroke her massive silicon appendage and looking down at her male slave with a grin.
“Think you can handle this nice thick dick, you little fuck toy? Come to Mama!” With that, Nicki pounced. Taylor and Carly wailed with vicious laughter as their cohort forced Mike onto his stomach and bent him over the back of the sofa.
“No! Fuck no, you can’t do this to me! This is rape!” Mike screamed, struggling fruitlessly against the women who forced him over the couch. His frightened cries seemed to egg them on even more,and Taylor dug her long fingernails into Mikes neck as she held him down.
“Yes! Rape his pathetic ass and show him what men get!” Taylor shrieked with excitement. Mike felt Nicki’s long, fake nails wrap around his hips, and she grabbed onto him firmly as she thrust forward without warning.
Mike felt violated in a way he had never expected to feel. He was being forcefully penetrated by a dildo much bigger than his own cock, and the unlubricated toy tore into his dry, frightened sphincter as he squealed in pain and clawed at the sofa cushions.
“Jesus fucking Christ! Stop stop! Aaah fuuck!” Mike felt tears well in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth as the agonizing pressure built in his abused colon.
“Fuck his pathetic ass!” Taylor cheered, holding him down and laughing hysterically at Mike’s pain.
“Hell yeah! Rape that little bitch until he learns his place!” Carly giggled with a bright smile on her face.
Mike couldn’t hear anything over the sound of his own screams, and it took both Taylor and Carly to hold him still while Nicki violated his virgin anus. He tried to pull his wrists free of the women’s grasps, but as the pain grew in intensity and the humiliation overcame him, he tried to stay as still as possible. He grabbed the back of the sofa cushion, biting into the fabric as he stifled his own screams. His sphincter stretched, ripping and gaping as Nicki filled him and penetrated him violently with a loud ‘yeehaw!’.
“Fucking hell, this dick head is a screamer! Stuff him good, just like he has probably stuffed countless reluctant women! Fucking typical sexist, mysoginistic, rapist male scum!” Taylor growled through clenched teeth.
Mike felt the pressure of the giant toy in his clenching hole, and the sting of the women’s fingernails digging into his tender flesh. The aggressive whoops of the singers, and their jeers and taunts, made him shudder and cringe in humiliation. His eyes welled with tears, his body tensed and his muscles clenched hard around the girthy black dildo. The agony was nearly unbearable, and his pained whimpers made the three women titter with glee at the soft cries of their male victim. Mike was sure that he couldn’t handle any more, when Taylor slipped her hand beneath him and grasped his shrivelled manhood.
“Take it! Take all that pain you dickless fuck!” Taylor growled in his ear as she squeezed his package, her fingernails clawing at his tender sack.
Mike begged for mercy, reaching out to grasp whatever he could for leverage, to no avail. He let out an anguished scream, scrambling to escape, though there was nowhere to go. His feet dug into the sofa cushions and he clawed at the wall behind the back of the couch, but the women held him in place as they violated his helpless body.
“Pain overload, bitch!” Carly hollered, grabbing at Mike’s nipples and twisting as he writhed in misery at the torture he was enduring.
When the women had worked out their aggression on their weak, powerless prey, Nicki slammed the dildo hqrs into him one last time before pulling it from his aching chasm. Mike was so injured both physically and mentally, he collapsed onto the couch and whimpered as the women stood over him laughing maniacally.
“God, look at him. Shivering in a ball like a fucking worthless pussy. He deserves his gaping, bleeding ass and swollen balls, and more!” Taylor tittered, trading high-fives with her cohorts.
“I think he needs a little tickle torture, let’s really overload his nervous system while the fucker is trembling like the pathetic sack he is!” Nicki suggested, kneeling next to the couch and rolling Mike into his back as he winced in pain.
“N-no, no! No more. Please, I can’t move, it hurts!” Mike pleaded, his entire body aching and his mind so exhausted that he could barely move.
Mike wanted to jump up and run out of the dressing room that had become his prison, but his quivering form remained weak and pliable to his captors as they paid him out across the surface of the sofa. The intense torture to his testicals and ass, as well as the tenderness of his body where he was slapped, beaten and clawed into submission, was too much for his body and brain to deal with.
Nicki and Taylor held the debilitated man still, Nicki pinning his arms down with her knees while smothering him once again with her supple backside, and Taylor sitting in his torso and holding his legs still. They chuckled to each other as Taylor held his feet upward so that his soles were facing forward and exposed. Carly sat on the end of the couch facing the struggling victim, her clean, bare feet outstretched towards his.
“Ha! This is going to be good. Extreme pain and suffering followed by some gentle tickle torture to really fucking ruin his mind! This bitch is going to wish he was never born!” Carly giggled, pressing the soft soles of her feet to Mike’s trembling heels.
Her supple soles were small and delicate, but her toes were long, agile and flexible. She wiggled her skilled toes against her victim’s feet, lightly stroking his soles with the tips of her feminine toes. Mike’s mind raced, overstimulated by all of the women torturing him at the same time. The clean scent of Nicki’s full backside suffocated him, but the struggle for air was made far worse by the unbearable tickling of his helpless feet. His pained and uncontrollable laughter was muffled by the soft, pliable flesh of Nicki Minaj’s ass. His nostrils and mouth were filled with her sweet scent, though it was difficult to tell as no air could enter. The frightening combination of girlish giggling and cries of anguish barely escaped him as the bottoms of his feet were tortured with Carly Rae Jepson’s tickling toes.
The singers shrieked with delight, revelling in his discomfort and misery as they all contributed to his suffering. Nicki smothered him, Carly tickled him mercilessly, and Taylor verbally punished her male prey as she watched her friends torture him.
“Yes! I can feel him tensing! He’s squirming and trembling like the pitiful pussy that he is. It’s about time a man gets used and overpowered by strong women! That’s it, ladies, torment this misogynistic pig and make him suffer like all men should suffer at the hands of beautiful women everywhere!” Taylor Swift bit her lower lip, aroused and excited by the reluctant, screaming laughs of the wriggling man pinned beneath the three of them.
Mike’s brain was overwhelmed. The intense pain, the humiliation and emasculation, the terrifying struggle for air, and the demoralizing tickle torture, all combined to overload his system. Soon he was drifting in and out of consciousness again, suffocating and giving in to the torture. All he saw after that moment was flashes of what was happening around him. The three singers standing over him, laughing. The door opening and the women turning to greet someone. Someone holding bondage gear and a black hood. The women approaching him along with the new member of their group.
“Such a shame you have to be related to such a pitiful pig.” Taylor’s voice sung.
“Hmmm, I bet you’ve wanted to have him all tied up and at your mercy for years!” Carly chirped playfully.
“Now’s your chance girl! Make sure you fuck his ass up good for us!” Nicki chortled.
The last thing Mike saw before blacking out from the excruciating pain and exhaustion, was his cousin Lynda. Her black hair was still pinned up tight, but strands were now fluttering around her face. Her tight black dress showed off her ample cleavage, and her wide, toying smile stretched across her face in a devilish grin. Her big brown eyes narrowed in his direction, and she clicked open a pair of handcuffs as she stepped towards him. The darkness overtook the trembling man, and he drifted off into unconsciousness as she spoke.
“Mmm, I’ve been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, Mike. You may have ruined the concert, but the show must go on.”
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