Britney undergoes psychological torture treatment pt. 1

Nurse Trundle was a very sadistic nurse. She was hated by the regular patients because of her insensitive nature and lack of bedside manner. The staff kept her at an arms distance and rarely sought her help for anything. Her rude behavior and snotty attitude wasn’t worth the trouble for most of her coworkers and they just steered clear of her. The only reason she was still there was because she could get the job done, no matter how difficult.
When she left the secret meeting with Paris, her heart was racing and she could hardly breathe. It was as if she’d been placed in this treatment center at this specific time for one purpose and one purpose only: to torture Britney, the pop star Diva Princess.
It was no surprise to anyone when Nurse “Ratchet”, as her coworkers called her, was the first to volunteer to begin Britney’s treatment. And to no one’s surprise, the head nurse gave her the go ahead.
Nurse Trundle promptly prepared an examination room with necessary tools to torture and humiliate Britney with. Once she was satisfied everything was in order, she briskly walked to Britney’s room and ordered her to stand and strip.
Britney was shocked that the nurse had just walked in without knocking, but she was even more startled at the nurses’ authoritative tone. Instinctively Britney sat up and clutched her gown closed and she thought briefly about protesting the nurse’s rude entrance, but seeing the woman’s demeanor and seriousness she thought better of it..
Britney’s lack of compliance angered the nurse and she walked up and slapped Britney across the face. She demanded again, “Stand up and drop the gown, cunt!”
Shocked and hurting, Britney scrambled out of bed and out of her gown. She stood naked facing the nurse, trembling in fear.
“Put on this wig, turn around and bend over,” the nurse instructed.
Britney’s heart began to race and she felt flushed as she stood there in heels and pulled on the blonde wig. She slowly turned around, bent over and grabbed her ankles.
The nurse slowly and deliberately leaned forward to peer in and get a close up view of a pop star Diva’s pussy and ass.
Britney shuddered and tried to remain calm as the nurse kept staring at her privates and making “hmmm,” sounds. She felt so helpless and vulnerable as she stood there bent over at the waist and exposed to this really mean-sounding nurse.
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Britney's psychological tortuous treatment pt. 2

Nurse Trundle then gave Britney a pair of stockings to put on and she ordered her to “hurry up”.
Britney scrambled to kick off her shoes and pull on the dark stockings before putting her heels back on.
The nurse then grabbed Britney by the arm and hurried her down the long corridor, naked, except for the stockings and heels, into the examination room she’d prepared.
Britney was fearful and anxious as she entered the room and was told to lie on the examination bed. The room was cold and antiseptic smelling and it had all sorts of stainless devices neatly displayed on stainless steel tables. As she stared around the room her anxiety began to build. She wondered what this nurse was going to do to her and if it was going to be painful. She wondered how any of this could be classified as “treatment”. She wondered how in the world she ever ended up in a place like this. She wondered if her mother knew what kind of place this was. She wondered if Paris had anything to do with this.
Britney had a ton of unanswered questions rattle through her mind as she tried to imagine was what in store for her. She wanted to run, to escape, to go anywhere but here, but she knew she’d never make it. Besides, she rationally reasoned, where could she go naked?
The cool sheets did little to calm her nerves as she slowly laid back. Britney stared up at the nurse who slowly leaned over her and in an angry tone sneered, “You’ll do EXACTLY as I say or you’ll feel pain like you’ve never felt pain before. Do you understand me, cunt?” she growled as she grabbed Britney’s tit and pussy and squeezed them both firmly.
Britney winced in pain and whimpered a soft, “Yes.”

Britney's psychological tortuous treatment pt. 3

In accordance with standard operating practices, the nurse instinctively began to explain to Britney exactly what she was about to do and why. As she strapped Britney’s wrists and ankles to the bed, she explained that the head of the medical staff felt her youngest son was malnourished and that he needed breast milk in order to gain more weight and build his immune system.
Britney’s mind fogged as the woman worked as she spoke.

Britney's psychological tortuous treatment pt. 4

As Britney lay strapped to the bed, unable to escape and mentally trying to process the nurse’s words, she silently watched and listened as the nurse kept working.
“We’re going to extract some of your breast milk and to do that we’ll need to stimulate your glands,” the nurse explained in a very clinical manner. “The first thing we’ll to is place a breast tourniquet around the base of each breast to help squeeze the milk glands to the surface.”
Britney winced as thick leather straps were secured around each breast and tightly strapped.

Britney's psychological tortuous treatment pt. 5

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Britney's psychological tortuous treatment pt. 6

Nurse Trundle wasn’t stupid. She’d seen dozens of women cum from having their breasts pumped. She knew the signs better than Britney did, but she also knew how to stop them. Before she turned on the pump to begin the extraction process, she attached a metal clamp to each of Britney’s swollen labia. She carefully tightened the clamps so they wouldn’t accidentally fall off during the procedure.
Britney squirmed and winced as the woman’s warm hands pulled and manipulated her pussy lips and she was embarrassed because she was sure the nurse could see her arousal. Britney bit her lower lip and tried not to show her arousal but her body was out of control. The gentle tension on her nipples was electrifying and now the nurse’s touch was pushing her closer and closer to an unwanted orgasm.
Nurse Trundle knew she had to hurry. She could tell by Britney’s twitching and squirming and the strain on her face that she was fast approaching an orgasm. “Don’t you dare cum, you slut,” the nurse said in an attempt to humiliate the young pop star and shame her into control.
But Britney was having no part of it. In fact, it seemed to have the opposite effect on her. Hearing the nurse call her a “slut” made her ooze and cream like never before. Her body rippled with goose bumps as the nurse continued her work. Britney’s backside moistened with perspiration as she fought an impending orgasm.
“HANG ON, CUNT!” ordered the nurse in a stern tone.

Britney's psychological tortuous treatment pt. 7

Nurse Trundle worked quickly. She placed a small plastic box on Britney’s stomach and attached wire leads to both clamps on Britney’s labia. Working feverishly she spun two dials on the box, which sent electricity to the clamps.
Britney moaned and groaned as her pussy erupted in fire and her urge to orgasm immediately subsided.
Satisfied that everything was working properly, nurse Trundle spun the dials back to zero and ended the electric shock. She watched Britney relax and assumed things were back to normal. Now that things were under control, nurse Trundle turned on the breast pump.
Britney gasp, “oh,” when she felt the pump kick in. She watched as her nipple was drawn deep inside the glass vile and then suddenly released. The pressure immediately began again and was repeated over and over and over again. The machine kept drawing her nipple deep inside before releasing it, thereby creating the most wonderful sucking sensation Britney had ever felt.
Once again her body began to betray her and she began to feel arousal. Her pussy began to ooze and she squirmed to fight the urge. Britney closed her eyes and tried to think of something else but the constant work on her nipples kept her focused on her arousal. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop thinking about cumming.
Nurse Trundle kept a sharp eye on Britney and was determined to squelch any and all of her orgasms before they happened. It was this part of Britney’s treatment that gave nurse Trundle particular enjoyment and she couldn’t help but reach under her dress and touch herself. She just loved the idea of allowing this beautiful young pop culture Diva to rise to the brink of orgasm before she’d slam her with electric shock therapy to kill her urge.
As she sat next to the squirming young slut and listened and watched as she grew closer and closer to an orgasm, nurse Trundle continued her relentless assault on her own pussy. She could tell that Britney was really struggling hard not to cum. She could see Britney’s skin begin to glisten with a light coat of sweat as she fought back the urge.
Nurse Trundle couldn’t help herself and she ran her finger along Britney’s skin and placed it in her mouth and tasted the beautiful pop star’s sweat. “Mmmmm,” she cooed as she spun the dial again sending electricity directly to Britney’s swollen labia.
“Aaaahhhh,” groaned Britney as her urge to cum was killed again.
For the next several hours, poor Britney was subjected to the antagonistic torture of being repeatedly raised to the brink of orgasm only to have nurse Trundle kill the urge each time.
Meanwhile, nurse Trundle gave herself several glorious orgasms to Britney’s discomfort.
At the end of her session Britney was totally spent and drained. Her body had been put through the wringer and she was exhausted.
When nurse Trundle finally disconnected Britney from the machine she proudly announced, “Look cunt, you started lactating again! You actually produced about 5ml. That’s a great start! I’m sure you’ll do much better tomorrow. Here, take these pills,” she said as she shoved a small handful of supplements into Britney’s mouth.

Paris Hilton: prison bitch? pt 1

LA county lockup buzzed with anticipation. The women’s ward stirred with excitement when news spread like an Orange County wild fire that Paris Hilton would be spending some time there.

Poor dumb Paris was busted for driving on a suspended driver’s license in violation of her probation and was headed to jail.

The pile of folded clothes hit Paris squarely in the chest as she processed past the long counter. The female guard had tossed Paris her prison garb, a short-sleeved denim jumper with the letters "DOC" stenciled on the back in huge black letters.

"Put it on," commanded the guard, as Paris meekly ambled by.

Paris blinked her eyes to clear her mind as she pulled the coarse scratchy jumper over her head and then across her waist. The blonde officer motioned for Paris to continue walking as Paris pulled and straightened her jumper. Still barefoot, Paris was led through a door into a large open corridor.

As the door opened, Paris could see both walls were lined with barred cells, which housed the day's inmates. Loud echoes from footsteps were quickly drowned out by cat-calls as Paris entered the walkway. Female inmates saw Paris enter wearing her Department of Corrections jumper and knew that a 'newbie' had just arrived. They welcomed her with taunts, sexual chatter and laughter at her thin frame.

Paris immediately became fearful and wondered how she could have been so stupid. She wondered why her daddy couldn’t get her out of this jam, too. A shiver ran down her spine as the cold gray colored cement floor beneath her bare feet added to her faintness. She had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach as she was slowly paraded past the first few cells.

A large ugly woman reached out to grope at the fresh young celebrity as she passed. Paris leaned away and covered herself from the leering eyes of the female inmates. The corridor echoed noisily with female chatter and metallic banging the further inside Paris moved. She felt her heart racing with fear as she clutched her chest and covered herself. She didn't like this place at all and wondered how she could get out.

Midway down the long corridor the guard stopped and pointed to an open cell. Lined on both sides with bunk beds and a toilet and sink in the back, the cell had two occupants already. The guard directed Paris inside using hand gestures. Trembling, Paris stepped inside.

The guard leaned into her and whispered in her ear, "Have a good night, sweetie." Paris shivered at the guard's words and then jumped as the cell door slammed behind her. She was alone, so to speak.

Paris Hilton: prison bitch? pt 2

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Paris Hilton: prison bitch? pt 3

Beth exhaled and stood up and turned around. She still had a hold of Paris's hair and looked down at the busty celebrity kneeling before her, "You did good little girl. Now I'm gonna give you a special treat."

Beth released Paris and winked at Alisha. Both women turned and reached under their mattresses. They each pulled out a black rubber strap-on dildo.

Paris gasped at the size of them and immediately started pleading, "NO! Please, NO! You can't do that to me. I'm...I'm..." and she started crying.

"Shut up bitch," growled Beth as she pulled off her jumper and strapped the long rubber dong in place. The nine inch long cock was just over two inches in diameter.

Alisha smiled as she strapped on an identical cock, "Don't worry hon, you'll love it," she chuckled.

Sobbing almost uncontrollably Paris tried to beg them, “Please...don't...you...can't...I'm...I'm a..."

"You're a what?" jeered Beth, "a virgin?" and both women laughed hysterically. Neither one of the two women believed that's what Paris was trying to tell them, they just wanted to make fun of her and humiliate her.

"Then I guess today's the day you get that cherry popped," Beth stated sarcastically with an evil grin.

"PLEASE!" begged Paris, "please don't do this!" Paris was visibly shaken and fear painted her face. But despite all her fear and anxiety about what was to come, Paris couldn't help but marvel at the perfection of Beth's body. Her soft, tanned skin covered the most perfect figure Paris had ever seen. Beth's breasts were slightly more than a handful and tiny aureoles surrounded perky nipples. Her thin narrow waist accentuated by her smooth flat stomach was decorated cutely with a small quarter-sized heart leftun-tanned on her left hip. Paris stared at the long shapely legs that ran from the ground to an apex topped with the most beautiful vagina she'd ever laid eyes on.

Paris blinked in awe at the goddess-like figure that stood before her. Paris knew that Beth was the type of woman that guys would kill to have; she was perfect in every way. She was the type of woman that other women envied and men worshipped. Paris felt her fear slip away as she felt her own self beginning to worship this goddess, too.

Beth turned to the celebrity and held her cock by the base and pointed it at Paris's mouth saying, "Suck me. Suck my cock, bitch."

Paris jumped at the opportunity to suck the rubber dildo of this goddess, also fearing the alternative would be a life-altering mistake. She took the rubber cock in her mouth the way she did to the only boy she ever got intimate with in high school. She bobbed her head on the latex phallic, sucking and slobbering on the sex toy. She would do anything to keep it away from her privates and sucking it was easy.

"Oh, you do that sooo well," cooed a delirious Beth. Watching the young celebrity before her, naked and on her knees, simply thrilled Beth. The sense of power and control she felt was exhilarating. She loved the idea of having this much authority. Devious thoughts about how she could exercise her power danced in her head. She knew she only had one night to subject this young celebrity to her will and she was determined to take fulladvantage of their time together.