Lady Gaga

-Just one more finishing touch, and you'll be perfect.

Lady Gaga was sitting quietly, as a woman from her crew was preparing her makeup before the concert, backstage. This evening seemed destined to be a pretty normal concert, with nothing unexpected supposed to happen to ruin this moment.

-There, just give me one minute and we'll be...

The make-up lady was interrupted by a noise, a couple meters further. She turned to the origin of the noise and saw her cell phone lying on the floor, right behind the door leading to the room where the two of them were prepping for the concert.

-Huh, that's weird. I'll be back in a minute.

The make-up lady walked towards her phone, briefly leaving the room where Lady Gaga was waiting. Suddenly, as she was bending over to pick up the device, the door slammed shut right behind her, leaving her outside.

-What the...

She tried to open the door, but she heard someone lock it from inside the room. Starting to freak out, she started to bang on the door, without success.

Meanwhile, Lady Gaga had seen the door shut brutally, and was now hearing her staff member desperately trying to come in, still trying to process what was going on.

-Janet? What's going on.

-There's someone inside the room ! yelled Janet from the other side of the door.

-Calm down, there's no one here apart from me, and I don't see...

Lady Gaga was suddenly interrupted when she saw her dress open suddenly, revealing her naked body under it, as if invisible hands had teared it apart.

-What the fuck!

-What's going on here !

-Someone's undressing me !

The singer had gotten up in a hurry, and was now walking backwards, trying to see where this perv was. Her naked body was so ****. She could feel a presence. Someone was watching her, probably drooling at the sight of her tits.

-Show yourself, asshole ! I'll kick your ass.

-You have to leave ! Put yourself in safety.

Lady Gaga looked around her, desperately trying to find a way out, but apart from the door that was now locked up, there was nothing. Suddenly, she felt her foot stumble on her invisible tormentor's leg. She fell backwards with a scream, and hit the ground hard. She tried to crawl away from this freak, but suddenly fell a heavy body above her.

-Let me go ! she cried.

Two hands suddenly spread her buttcheeks, while she was trying as hard as she could to get up, but this man was now lying on top of her. She felt a slimy liquid enter her asshole. Was it...lube?

-No, please let me go ! Let me...uuuuuungh !

Suddenly, she felt it. A large, invisible cock, penetrating her butthole with an impressive strength and speed. She tried to squirm, to crawl away, but her assaulter was stronger than her.

-Ooh...oooooh...ooooooooh...

-What's going on here ? yelled the make-up lady.

-Please, moaned Lady Gaga between two thrusts. Get...help...

The singer didn't know how long she could last. This dick was stretching her asshole to an extent it had never been before. And deep down, to her greatest shame, a voice inside of her was telling her to let her assaulter have his way with her and to enjoy the moment. She had never opened to anyone about her **** fantasy. The idea of being grabbed and treated like an object by a man right here, on the ground, had been the subject of many fantasies in her mind.

Suddenly, she head a voice whispering in her ear.

-You seem to be enjoying it. You are a slut, right?

-N...nooo...please stop it...

She tried to turn her head to face the man who was talking to her, but she felt him grab her by her hair and pin her face to the ground.

-Hmmm...

Meanwhile, footsteps could be heard behind the door. It seemed the make-up lady had finally found people willing to help her.

-Whoever is in here, open the door !

Lady Gaga's mind was in a haze. A part of her wanted to scream for help. The other part wanted to call them off, to let this stranger keep digging deeper and deeper in her ass. She felt an thumb and an index pinch her nipple, causing her to squeal in a mix of pain and shameful pleasure. A loud banging could be heard, as her crew was trying to break through the door. This kept going on for long minutes, until she felt her colon fill with her tormentor's hot cum. She heard someone sigh in relief behind her, before withdrawing.

At the same moment, the door finally opened, and five guys stormed in. They froze when they saw the star lying on the floor, her eyes haggard, her mouth agape, her butthole oozing with lube and cum.

-It's okay, it's over now.

One of the guards helped the singer stand up. Lady Gaga knew she should have been relieved it was over, but a voice inside of her kept telling her that it had ended too early, before she had time to cum. The make-up lady ran towards her and hugged her.

-OMG, I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened.

Lady Gaga didn't say anything, almost hoping that the invisible man would come back to finish the job. If they had all kept quiet, they would probably have heard the footsteps of someone discreetly leaving the room.