Secret Tales of the 70s: The Gang Rape of Farrah Fawcett
by MagisterJohn
Copyright© 2025 by MagisterJohn
Fiction Sex Story: A tale from not too long ago, about a soon to be famous TV/Movie star, and her trip to a Bar in her hometown
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape Heterosexual Fiction Celebrity Rough Gang Bang Anal Sex Double Penetration Oral Sex Tit-Fucking .
In 1976, Downtown Corpus Christi, Texas was a very ... interesting ... place to be. Downtown was divided into three sections: ‘The Bayfront’ extend up 2 blocks from the carefully maintained marinas for the rich on Shoreline Drive. Another half mile inland, a steep hill lifted to the high rise buildings of “Upper Downtown”; and between the two lay, “Below the Hill” or “Lower Downtown”. It was a two block wide, two mile long run of strip clubs, adult book stores, massage parlors, and other ... interesting ... businesses.
Vice was so thick “under the Hill”, the hookers were fighting for space on the street corners.
In the spring of that year, native daughter Farrah Fawcett-Majors returned home for a visit, minus her TV star husband, Lee Majors, who was still shooting episodes of his TV show, the Six Million Dollar Man.
She was excited. A pilot she shot had been picked up for series on ABC. A little show called “Charlie’s Angels”. After visiting with her family for a few days, she was screaming bored and looking for some fun. She called up an old friend from High School and made plans to hit the clubs in Downtown.
Farrah dug into her suitcases looking for fashion gold, and found a pair of pink shorts, and a loose fitting lacy white top. Combined with new 5” pink pumps, she was ready to set the local clubs on fire!
Saturday night, by 10:40 PM, Farrah and Stacy were on their third nightclub of the evening, and were feeling no pain. Laughing and giggly, the two tipsy blondes staggered out of their latest club onto Peoples Street and mistakenly turned west into lower downtown, instead of east back toward the Bayfront. Moments later, instead of finding Stacy’s car parked on the Bayfront, the women found themselves in the hustle of seedy Chaparral Street.
On the baddest street in Corpus Christi, sat the baddest bar in all Texas.
The Neptune.
Technically a topless bar, since nude bar were illegal in Corpus Christi; but the dancers worked nude every night. The police never came in, they knew better. The Neptune was owned by the Bandidos. It made sense. It was the baddest bar in Texas, owned by the baddest biker gang in Texas.
Outside the street was a steady flow of tourists and locals looking for illicit entertainment, inside the dancers showed their bodies on the stages, and sold their bodies in the backrooms. The aging building smelled from the gin soaked wood of its floors up to the tobacco smoke stained tiles on it’s ceiling. The 30 foot long oak bar had seen better days as well, and most of the stools that lined it were waiting to fall apart. But the liquor was strong, the women were easy, and the Bandidos were the law inside the Neptune.
On the street, the law had run away. CCPD cruisers only looped thru Lower Downtown a few time each night, making an appearance, never daring to stop, especially not on the weekend. On Chaparral Street a crowd had gathered as two street walkers had begun to fight over who owned the tiny section of street they plied their trade on. Pimps seldom got involved. A good fight got the men’s blood up, more money for the other girls.
As the crowd pushed and shoved for a better view of the women fighting, a sudden surge of onlookers trying to avoid being caught up in the brawl separated Farrah and Stacy. The flow of the crowd (along with the occasional groping hand) moved the women apart till they could no longer see each other.
Her heading spinning from the drinks and the rough treatment from the crowd, Farrah was pushed along down the street, till a knight came to the ladies rescue. Seeing the familiar face being pulled stumbling along, Doc swept his arm around Farrah, and lifted her safely out of the crowd’s push and into an alcove along the store front.
Doc was in his 20s. Long blonde hair ran down his back, and a full beard and moustache covered his face. 6’ 1” before he put on his black boots, Doc was a tall, muscled man wearing the jeans and denim vest of the Bandidos. Doc had stepped out of the Neptune to check out the chick fight on the street.
Farrah, still wobbly on her feet, giggled as she thanked her gallant knight, and managed to stammer out a few drunken words of gratitude.
Doc smiled at the drunken TV star. “Say I know you. Its Farrah isn’t it?”
“Yes, oh did we go to school together? Did you go to King?” Farrah laughed at herself as she tried to stand more steadily. “IwenttoKingHigh, nottheoneoverinKingsvilletheonehe reinCorpusChristi. (gasping to catch her breath) IsthatwherewemetdidyougotoKing?” Her sentences spilled out like one long drunken word.
“Yeah, King High, that’s it. We went to King High together. In fact, we’re having a little class reunion party inside, want to come?” Doc smiled.
“Well, I’ve got to find my friend Stacy, she’s here to. She went to King High. Maybe that’s where she went!” Farrah squealed excitedly.
“Yeah, I’ll bet she’s inside looking for you.” and with that the big Biker swept Farrah Fawcett Majors in thru the doors of The Neptune.
Fuzzy headed and out of focus, Farrah still knew something was wrong as she and Doc staggered into the Bar. The smell of old cigarette smoke and stale beer permeated the atmosphere. The other women in the club seemed to have even less on than her, and worse than that, they we getting all the attention. Before she could say a word Farrah found herself hustled in to table with a drink in her hand, and another being helped down her throat. The speakers blared “Lynrd Skynrd” as a drunken Farrah called out, “All right, I want to dance!” still not realizing where she was.
“Hey, you want to dance Farrah, we’ll get you the featured spot. Best dance floor in town. Here just have another drink while we wait for a new song.” Doc was playing her just right, pouring drinks and covering her in flattery. By the time “Free Bird” finally ended, Farrah was well drunk, and having trouble standing without help.
Doc helped her up and started guiding the unwitting entertainer to the main stage. The dancer who had just finished rushed down the steps and brushed past Farrah.
“Hey, that girl was naked!” Farrah smiled as she giggled.
Doc laughed and said, “Yeah, she sure was.” as he helped Farrah up the steps and onto the stage.
Just as the spotlights hit her eyes blinding her, Farrah heard the DJ call out,” Hey, we’ve got a celebrity in the house tonight guys. Movie star and hometown honey Farrah Fawcett Majors is here and she says she’s in a mood to dance.”
Doc had propped Farrah up against the stripper pole near the front of the stage, as the DJ started to grind out Labelle’ “Lady Marmalade”. Farrah lifted her hands above her head and cheered as she began to move to the sound of the song. Drunk as she was, she didn’t notice she was dancing alone on a stage. The crowd of men soon moved to their feet and began crowding around the stage for a better view. A bowl was being passed thru the crowd collecting tips as the rough crowd looked on as slim body of the then 29 year old star began to sway with the music.
Not satisfied with the view of her in short and lacey top, the crowd was beginning to become restless, some men even leaning on stage to try and sneak peeks up the legs of her loose fitting shorts. by the time the DJ started Hot Chocolates “You sexy thing” as the second song, the crowd was ready to riot. The tip bowl passing in the crowd was overflowing and the bartender gave Doc the high sign to get the party started.
As Farrah continued to dance the crowd began to shout...
“I want to see some tits!” “Let’s see that sweet ass!” “Get that slut out of those clothes!”
The sound of the men’s comments started to bring Farrah back to reality, the feeling of Doc’s hands pulling her shorts down, off and away brought her even closer.
The tiny pink panties Farrah had put on that night barely covered anything as she staggered and tried to avoid the groping hands that reached out for her from stage side. She tried to move to the back of the stage, to the steps and escape, but Doc and two others blocked her way and pushed her back to the front of the stage, where eager eyes waited for her. She was sobering quickly when she tried to run to the back of the stage the second time. This time Doc grabbed hold of her in a bear hug that pinned her arms while another man forced a bottle of Bacardi into her mouth. The flood of rum lightened her fighting, and Doc used the opportunity to lift the lacey top off her baring her tits for the crowd, as he pushed her back onto stage.
By now the four biggest tippers had been escorted onto the stage, and began to take turns grabbing and groping the struggling star. The first man reached around her and grabbed her ass, pulling her forward to meet his pelvic thrust, so hard it almost knocked the breath out of her. The second man approached from behind, and reached around and clamped his hands onto her 34B tits, and squeezed them with all his might.
The rough treatment caused Farrah to cry out and scream with pain; but to no avail. Her night was just starting.
Big Tipper #3 grabbed a hand full of Farrah’s hair, and then pulling her face close to his, forced his tongue into her mouth. Farrah squealed with disgust at the probing tongue and the beer breath that invaded her mouth.
Not to be out done by the others, Big Tipper #4 slipped his thumbs into the elastics of the hips of Farrah’s silky panties and in one smooth motion slipped them off her body, and into his pocket, as a trophy of the night.
Quickly two of the men turned Farrah around and forced her to bend over. Their hands explored the soft round bottom that stood exposed. Squeezing her buns the spread her open to bare the beautiful pussy and pink puckered ass of a Hollywood star in the making. The men took turns spanking her ass till her buns glowed a bright red. Farrah screamed and begged for mercy, but none was coming. The men began fingering her tender holes as Farah began to cry.
One of the dancers, a beautiful Mexican girl named Virginia, just barely old enough to be working at the bar forced her way up the steps and grabbed Doc by the arm. Summoning all the courage her 5’ tall frame could muster she told the big biker, “This is getting out of hand.” Doc gave her a cross look. “The cops are going to show up; these guys are out of control. They’re going to rape her!”
Doc growled under his breath and reached out. Taking hold of Virginia’s top he yanked it off her like it was tissue paper baring her perfect C cup tits.
“Get on your knees.” Doc ordered. Virginia courage disappeared in a flash. Everyone knew what happened to girls that said no to Bandidos. Quietly, Virginia sunk to her knees, and without another word opened Doc’s pants and took out his cock. Doc was already hard from watching Farrah’s show, so Virginia took him in her mouth as quickly as possible to avoid the punishment she feared.
From her position, bent over near the front of the stage, Farrah saw everything, as Virginia obediently serviced Doc. She now realized what was in store for her.
Big Tipper #1 saw the show to. Abandoning his probing of Farrah’s pussy, he stepped around in front of the TV Star, and grabbing a hand full of hair lifted her head up and forced her to watch more of the spectacle.
“She doing a good job back there? Is she sucking him good slut? You think you can do better?” The man’s pants were already open and he forced his hard cock into Farrah’s screaming mouth, finally muffling her protests.
Doc looked down at Virginia bobbing up and down on his cock while staring up at him. “See Virginia, she’s not making a sound anymore, is she?” Tears slowly rolled down Virginia’s cheeks as she nodded her head and continued to suck on Doc cock.
Meanwhile, a stool had been lifted onto the stage, and Farrah was bent over it. One patron produced a pair of handcuffs, and her wrists were quickly secured behind her back, which another patron, a huge man, pulled off his belt, and wrapped in under the seat of the stool and over Farrah’s back before buckling it, strapping the struggling star onto the bar stool, helpless.
For the next 30 minutes the four big tippers took turns forcing their cocks into Farrah’s three vulnerable openings. Excited by the show, and unwilling to wait their turn, the men in the audience began grabbing house dancers and forcing themselves on them. A few offered token resistance before giving in, but most submitted without a word.
The waitresses were a different matter. While the dancers almost all took customers into the back rooms for sex, the waitresses were a group of college girls and single moms trying to make ends meet, but unwilling to bare themselves on the stage, much less prostitute themselves out to customers.
Brunette single mom Jessica tried to fend off the big man who grabbed her and pulled her onto a couch. Jessica struggled, fought and even called to the bouncers for help, only to have the doorman tell her to ‘just relax and enjoy it’ as the customer forced his cock into her unwilling pussy.
41 year old Patty found herself trapped in a corner with an 18 year old young man who had come in to celebrate his birthday. The redhead MILF found herself giving the young man everything he wanted from her as his birthday present, even forcing her to take multiple loads of cum in her pussy. Three weeks later Patty would discover she was pregnant again for the first time in 20 years.
19 year old College Student Candy was the only Black in the club, waitressing to pay for college at C.C.S.U. She found herself dragged into one of the backrooms and forced to spend the rest of the night satisfying an old fat white man, who forced her to beg for “The big mean white man to rape her little nigger pussy.” By morning, it wasn’t just her pussy that was raped, as the old man enjoyed himself in all three of her openings; and fucked her tits as well, before blowing his final load of cum on her face.
Even the sole female customer of the night wasn’t safe from the men’s depredations. Slim Thai, Penwah had come into apply for a waitress job, and had stayed to have a few drinks before going home. The bartender had been eyeing her while she filled out her application, and now took advantage of the opportunity when she tried to slip out the side door to the loading dock. Catching the pretty Asian woman, he pulled her into one of the empty backrooms and began to tear the clothes off her. Soon her submissive oriental nature took hold and she gave into the near stranger who licked every inch of her body before forcing her to perform her first blowjob. After enduring what seemed like hours on end of being raped and used, the bartender left her nude, bound and gagged in the room. She was now Bandidos property.
Back on the Main stage Farrah had been forced to satisfy each of the Big Tippers. Unstrapped from the stool, Farrah was forced onto her knees before a line of men that ran the length of the stage, down the steps and back the length of the stage. Each man had a hard cock in his hand and each was expecting the blowjob they tipped for.
Doc took a moment out from raping Virginia to force some more rum down Farrah’s throat, and then picked Virginia up, and turned her upside down, lowering her mouth down over his cock, the lifting the tiny woman up and down forcing her to suck his cock while she hung inverted and helpless.
An hour later, Farrah still knelt, servicing one cock after another. At one point, the handcuffs had been removed and she was forced to give hand jobs to two men, while sucking the third. Soon she had lost count of how many men had violated her that evening. Her face and hair was sticky with jizz, spent cum dripped from her nipples, and the taste of man filled her mouth.
It was about 1:45 am when the bartender took a break from his backroom party and returned to the bar to announce last call. The final few customers had their turns in Farrah’s mouth, and the tired, sore dancers and waitresses endured the final thrusts of their customers, before they were led to the door. Farrah, dizzy and ill from the experience she had just lived thru, heard a woman cry, and looked up the see Virginia, flat on her back, legs spread wide in the air, and Doc still fucking her.
“No Doc, Please, No. I’d don’t want to get pregnant! Don’t do this. Please don’t cum in me. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll suck it; I’ll swallow down every drop. Please don’t cum inside me!” Virginia screamed the word ‘me’, as all Doc’s muscle’s tensed and he forced his cock deep inside her and let out a growl of pleasure as he dumped his load into sweet Virginia’s fertile womb. The feeling of his cum exploding into her made Virginia scream like she never had before in her life. After he was spent, she lay there, with him on top of her, still inside her, his semi-erect penis still sliding slowly in and out. When, after several long minutes (and spasms of after cum) Doc was finished, he slowly rose to his feet. “Get yourself cleaned up Virginia. You’ve got to work tomorrow.”
Farrah couldn’t believe what had happened, what she was forced to do, what she was seeing. Quickly she grabbed for her clothes and made a dash for the steps and a run at freedom. But even freshly spent Doc was faster than her, and caught her before she reached the floor.
“Come on woman, we’ve got to get you cleaned up!” Doc shouted as he dragged Farrah back to the dancer’s dressing room. “Everybody out of the shower!” Doc barked as he pulled Farrah into the large walk in shower room with him. The women trying to clean the night’s ‘fun’ off their bodies quickly scattered. No one messed with Doc when he used that tone of voice.
“Come on superstar. Clean yourself up. Make yourself all pretty for me.”
Farrah weakly staggered under the spray of warm water. Slowly in soaked into her dirty hair and ran over her face. She felt a squirt of sticky gel on her head and drew a quick breath, but then realized it was just Doc, squirting shampoo onto her hair. She massaged the shampoo in and as she tried to clean the semen from her hair, Doc began to slowly rub the bar of soap over her sweaty body. He started at her shoulders, and slowly worked down her back, the around front to clean her breasts and smooth belly. Doc pulled a headless hose from its hook on the wall and pointed it between Farrah’s legs. The warm water soothed her hard worked pussy, and soon Doc used his fingers to open her cunt and clean her with the hose inside and out. As his hands continued to clean and caress her body, Farrah began to understand that her ordeal was not yet over.
Farrah turned to face Doc and try to reason with him. She put one hand on Doc muscular chest as she softy spoke. “Listen, thing got a little out of hand here tonight; but I don’t blame you, and I’m not going to tell anyone about this. so if you’ll just give me my clothes, I can...”
A quick slap of Doc’s hand across her lovely face silenced Farrah. Tears began to form in her eyes again as she heard Doc’s words. “You think you’re leaving before I get my turn? You are a dumb little cunt aren’t you?” The biker stood almost a full foot taller than Farrah, and now, fully naked in the shower, she was able to see every hard muscle in his body. Including one she hadn’t noticed before. Dangling between Doc’s legs was his cock. It had to be at least 11” long and bigger around than Farrah’s slim wrist. She had never seen such a monster cock in her life. Now she understood why Virginia had been screaming so loudly. Farrah could only imagine what a cock that size could do to a woman’s body. Then suddenly she realized, that monster cock, was about to be forced into her.
Farrah fainted and slumped to the floor of the shower.
When she came to, Doc had picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder and carried her to his office. She woke up bent over the overstuffed arm of Doc’s couch, with her feet on the ground and her face lying in Doc’s lap. As she awoke, Doc stroked her head with one hand and said, “Well, it’s about time you woke up.” As Farrah opened her mouth to reply Doc stuffed his long fat cock in. His stroking hand quickly shifted to applying downward pressure on her head and soon Farrah was once again sucking a stranger’s cock in the Neptune Bar.
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