I've been meaning to say something on this thread for awhile.

I think sometimes the author likes the subject matter so much they want to use a celebrity, because they fantasize about this celebrity themselves. I remember a story called The Sheik's Revenge, where a Sheik lures three coeds who have offended him onto his large plane, so he can torture them.

A good example of a story that wound up tittilating me in the beginning and later offending me was "Raping Amanda Bynes and Avril Lavigne", by Dave Haugen. I guess my value system says its okay to tell a fantasy about having two women nonconsensually under your control and play sadistic games with them, but not so good to talk about passing Mitchell, Barzee and Elizabeth Smart on the street.

Mostly, I think it's okay, except when it's used as a writing device to save on a description.

Let me give you an example, the first victim in my story are actually triplets, and instead of going into and alot of detail to describe them I use the statement, they bear a striking resemblance to Nikki Cox, so I guess my question is do most of you think that that is OK?
I think it's more important to find out what the author likes about Nikki Cox that would make her a good submissive. The rest is detail confusing real life with fantasy.

Okay, let's try some examples, using story reviews grades. Here's 5 or 6 different versions of the Nikki Cox story, going from what I think is awful to what I think is awesome. Notice that the higher the marks go, the more descriptive the detail is, and the less we hear about the triplets looking like Nikki Cox.

1. Very poor content, with writing skills bordering on illiteracy.
Bitches loked just like that Nicky Cox girl so i said we should rape and fuck her.

2. Poor. Doesn't work very well. Poorly written.
The triplets looks like Nikki Cox girl, from Las Vegas, and she was hot. Me: We ought to fuck em.

3. Mediocre wiuth barely acceptable grammar.
We noticed three triplets out at the pool. Mark looked at them and said, "Hey they look like that Nikki Cox girl!" He was right, they did. Long Red hair, 33DD breasts, and pretty brown eyes. I thought, fuck, and said, "Okay, let's do 'em.".

4. OK, but lacks any real quality.
Mark noticed them first-- three triplets chilling out by the pool. Mark nudged me and said, "Hey they look like that Nikki Cox girl!"
He was right... Each one had long, bright red hair, 33DD breasts, and pretty brown eyes, perfectly fuckable teenagers. I thought, fuck, and said, "Okay, let's do 'em.".

5. OK, but has some promise, the author could improve it.
It was Mark who noticed them first, and he nudged me sharply. I looked around, studied where his eyes were pointed, and there they were-- three triplets chilling out by the pool. "Fuck, man, triplets!" He sipped his Bacardi and Coke, still staring. "Do they remind you of anyone? Like, on TV?"
Something familiar chimed in my head, and I remembered a show that was on years ago called "Unhappily Ever After". There was this sweet little redhead girl... what was her name? Anyway, he was right... Each one of the triplets had long, bright red hair, breasts that were completely unnatural for their small, girlish frames, and pretty brown eyes.
I thought, fuck, and said, "Okay, let's do 'em."
6. Somewhat enjoyable. Acceptable writing skills.
It was Mark who noticed them first, but we were both staring at the pool deck below us, where three young women were stretched out on deck chairs, sunning themselves lazily in the August heat.
He nudged me sharply. I looked around, studied where his eyes were pointed, and there they were-- three triplets chilling out by the pool. "Fuck, man, triplets!" He sipped his Bacardi and Coke, still staring. "Do they remind you of anyone? Like, on TV?"
Something familiar chimed in my head, and I remembered a show that was on years ago called "Unhappily Ever After". There was this sweet little redhead girl... what was her name? Anyway, he was right... Each one of the triplets had long, bright red hair, breasts that were completely unnatural for their small, girlish frames, and pretty brown eyes.
I looked at Mark, nodding, "This is way too good an opportunity to pass up, man."

7. Good. Was worth reading.
It was Mark who noticed them first, but we were both staring at the pool deck. Below us, three young women were stretched out on deck chairs, sunning themselves lazily in the August heat.
He nudged me sharply. I glanced at him and back at the girls, three triplets chilling out by the pool. "Fuck, man, triplets!" He sipped his Bacardi and Coke, still staring. "Do they remind you of anyone? Like, on TV?"
Something familiar chimed in my head. I watched one of the girls talking to the ship's purser, her huge, cartoonish grin and small, beautiful teeth... she laughed at something he said and touched her collarbone. As the purser left, she turned to talk to her sisters and nearly fell over her deck chair. Mark and I chuckled, watching her, laughing at her own blunder. She climbed back down and the closest sister put a dollup of lotion on her hands, so she could rub it in to her back. As the sisters started working lotion into each other's pink, pale skin, I remembered an actress that hd many similar wualities to these girls. But that girl had been rail thin, and these three, while very nice, hand none of her tone or muscle.
Each one of the triplets had long, bright red hair, that color all the college freshman girls seem to try out, but toned down a bit. They were all in two-piece bikinis, that barely contained breasts that were completely unnatural for their small, girlish frames, and pretty brown eyes.
Mark's voice was choked when he finally did manage to get something out again. "We could have those little teasing bitches... at the next city we dock at..." He tipped his drink again, eyes still focused on the girls as they rubbed in lotion.
I tore my eyes away from the girls, much too young for old, scary men like Mark and I, to stare my friend in the face. It was a risk. But the prize was just to great to think about the trouble we could get into. "This is way too good an opportunity to pass up, man."