Consent Is Not Required : Billie Eilish And Her Father-God And Sidekick


Fantasy, Virginity
Even fame have sour arcanum in their syndicate. Some masses say that the secrets celebrities keep are even speculative than those of pattern the great unwashed. In the case of Billie Eilish Pirate Baird O'Connell, the 2nd is certainly reliable. She's spent her whole living being molested and raped, and it's warped her into the badass bitch you see in public today.



It started with her father. Compared to some people's narrative of harassment, Billie got off relatively soft.



Literally.



One Night in her tardily stripling - after she'd become illustrious by releasing her song Ocean eyes - Billie woke up with her father, Patrick O'Connell, laying on top of her. His rough script, calloused from a lifetime of working grammatical construction unlike his actress married woman Maggie, clamped down on her footling mouth, pinning her to the bed. It took just a second for his early rough hand to work into her pinkish panties and commence working her clit.



"You're a serious little girl, Billie. Be quiet and don't William Tell anyone, and I won't hurt you. take heed to Daddy and be a good girl. Be a in effect girl for Daddy."



Through it all, he was rubbing her teenage cunt. Rubbing her faster and harder, it didn't take long for her to make he was trying to make her cum. She wasn't moving, and this made her father rather swage. He flipped her pyjama shirt up over her breasts - already at that age they were frankly huge - and started to suckle on her nipples. It wasn't long like that that she did cum, and like a undecomposed little girl he made her soak up his digit clean, before he left and went to bed.



This went on for months, with no set schedule or regularity. Billie Eilish 's sire would slip into her room at Night, rub on her little kitty-cat until he forced an orgasm onto his daughter, then would just leave her like that, spoiled and panting in her bed.

It did n't take long until the now world-famous celebrity Billie Eilish had been showing signaling of living a chevy aliveness. She was acting up, getting into fight. The worst of them all were always with her brother, Finneas O'Connell. Of course, if you had asked her, she'd say that he was the asshole, and especially mean to her.

Their parents had a ritual of spending one weekend a month together on particular date dark, and since the kids weren't really kids any more than and nearly done with their homeschooling didactics, they often got trusted to stay put alone while their parents went out to hold on their romance awake.

The first prison term Billie Eilish had been truly fucked was one of these weekends. It had been going well, with Billie and Finneas glowering at each other, but trying to celebrate out of each other's way - until Billie dropped her drink on the livelihood elbow room carpet. Finneas freaked out, shouting at Billie at the top of his longs. Billie, far from a shrinking violet, stood toe-to-toe and shouted right hand back at him. Normally during a engagement between the sibling, this was the full point where one of their parents would step in and guide off the combat before it got worse, but there was no one there to stop Billie from getting what was about to happen to her.

Finneas reeled back, and hit Billie right in the brass, spawning a dark purple bruise on her million-dollar face. She couldn't believe it, and attacked rightfield back after clearing her headway. She tried to punch him back, but her a great deal larger brother caught her arm, and that was when she noticed the tempestuous look in his oculus. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out of the animation way, Billie boot and screaming the all way to his bedchamber.



She got up to run, but he was faster than her again. He threw his sister onto the bed, bending her right over the side of it, shoving her boldness into the mattress. He kept shouting,"Shut up, you bitch ! You think you're better than me because you 're so POPULAR ? I'LL show YOU WHO IS IN boot !"



He yanked his sister's punk shorts and smutty step-in she was wearing down, and started spanking her. Hard. Over and over he beat her ass, her voice wailing as her ass reddened. Finally he laid off, Billie panting and crying while bending over the bed.



His hired hand spread her thick wobbly ass open, and she felt him spatter on her. The clod landed on that thick ass of hers, and dribbled down over her pussy. She barely heard him fumble his drawers spread out, then felt her chum's weight bearing down on her upper spine.



The very next thing Billie Eilish knew, she was being raped by her buddy Finneas O'Connell.



He was growling in her ear, his voice jealous and mean,"You think you can get away with anything you want, just because you have this kitty-cat ? This kitty-cat belongs to me now."



Finneas O'Connell fucked his sis Billie there on the edge of his bed, as hard as he could. The headboard even gouged the wall, the pair found out later. She hated it. She hated him. The raping went on anyway, until Billie Eilish 's cunt was filled with her pal's cum.

As cases of ill-treatment usually go, this started a pattern. Finneas was a horny teenage boy and he fucked Billie whenever he had the chance. Human emotions are eldritch and unpredictable, because even though she hated it, Billie Eilish started to take care forward to getting raped by her brother.

It was n't a dreadful surprisal that when Finneas started dating his lady friend Claudia, that fans noted just how similar Claudia and Billie seemed to each other .
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