Saturday, March 31, 2007

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.

Paris Hilton: prison bitch? pt 4

Beth reached down and grabbed Paris by the shoulders, pulling her plastic cock from her mouth. Beth pushed Paris against the cell door.

Paris broke her fall by grabbing the bars on the door, her breasts slamming forward and almost hitting her chin. The gravitational force drove large amounts of blood into Paris's already swollen breasts. Hanging down beneath her as they were, nature made them continue to swell. Within seconds, Paris could feel her breasts begin to throb. With Paris's torso bent at ninety degrees, it provided Beth with easy access to Paris's privates.

Beth pressed in from behind. She placed the head of her saliva-moistened cock on Paris's anus and using a two-fisted grip, began to push.

Paris screamed, "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" as the two-inch thick head pushedagainst her tiny hole. Paris had NEVER had sex like this before and she didn't know to relax and let it happen. Instead she tried to resist the unwanted intrusion and tightened her ass as hard as she could.

Paris's screams drew more attention to her plight and enticed insults and jeers from the other inmates. The other prisoners yelling and cheering soon drowned out Paris's screaming. The one's across the bay watched as Paris bent over and held onto the bars of her cell as Beth pushed in behind her with a strap-on. To them it looked like Paris wanted it. Her screams from pain they all interpreted as screams of pleasure. Why else would she bend over and willingly let Beth fuck her like that? If she didn't like it, she'd fight back right?

Beth sensed Paris's resistance and pushed all the harder. She could tell by Paris's repeated screams that it hurt the young celebrity, but Beth didn't care. She was going to ass fuck this young celebrity bitch in front of everyone and she was going to do it now!

Paris felt her tiny asshole spreading apart as the thick phallic pressed in. She thought her ass was being torn open. Her face reddened under the strain as she squeezed the metal bars so tight her knuckles turned white. Paris, eyes closed, grimaced and groaned, "U-u-u-u-g-g-g-h-h-h-h!" When the head of the huge black cock finally pressed past her contracted sphincter Paris let out a guttural groan of relief, "U-u-u-u-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h".

Beads of sweat blotted Beth's forehead. A grin of satisfaction graced her face when she felt her dildo finally penetrate the young celebrity's ass. With another hard push she drove the rubber tube in another two inches eliciting another painful scream from her young bitch. Two more jarring thrusts and Beth nearly had the whole nine inches buried deeply in Paris's ass.

Tears forced from Paris's eyes, ran down her cheeks and dripped onto the gray painted concrete floor beneath her. Paris gasped and panted as she caught her breath. The thick black dildo filled her so completely she felt pressure on her stomach and lungs.

Beth paused for a moment and everyone caught their breath. After a few seconds, she began to retract the thick probe before reinserting it again. Beth forcefully ass fucked Paris for several minutes until she felt Paris's resistance lessen.

Paris learned quickly to relax her sphincter muscle. Soon the fat object was gliding in and out of her ass with ease. Her own saliva that coated the probe initially mixed with the moisture in her colon and provided a natural lubrication.

Paris Hilton: prison bitch? pt 5

After a few minutes of getting ass fucked in the jail cell by her roommate, Paris started to feel strange sensations. With each hard thrust her breasts rocked forward and swung wildly from her chest. The feel of Beth's hips slamming into her buttocks, driving the nine inch cock fully into her ass was starting to feel...good.

Paris tried to shake the feeling as best she could but the thrusting continued at a relentless pace. Paris was still gasping for air as Beth held Paris by her hip bones and pulled herself into the young celebrity’s willing ass with repeated her hard thrusts.

Paris had long ago stopped her screaming and now seemed to be enjoying her fucking. Beth could see Paris's big breasts slam forward and bounce backward each time Beth tensed her own buttocks and pushed the black dildo deep inside Paris' ass.

Beth could tell by the way that Paris arched her back and occasionally looked back over her shoulder with an open mouth and closed eyes that she was finally getting into it. Beth felt a sense of pride knowing that she'd 'broken' the young heterosexual celebrity.

Paris could feel her arousal building. She panted as each pump in her ass sent her to new uncharted heights of arousal. She wanted to grab her breasts and squeeze them, but she dare not let go of the metal bars. Paris' breasts ached to be touched, her nipples felt like they would burst. All sound had left Paris' senses.

No longer could she hear the catcalling and jeers from other inmates. Her ears rang as her arousal built and everything seemed surreal. She was getting ass fucked in prison, one of her worst nightmares, but her body inexplicably enjoyed it.

As Paris approached orgasm the pumping suddenly slowed to a stop. Disappointed, she looked back over her shoulder to see what was wrong. Paris's mouth hung open as she gathered her thoughts and her breath.

Beth stood behind her, grinning this evil grin. Paris gasped as the bulky dildo was pulled from her ass. It felt like she had taken a huge bowel movement.

Paris's pussy was dripping and she wanted to orgasm in the worst way. Still holding the bars and bent over at the waist, Paris felt her ass constrict around the head of the rubber cock as it left her ass. She sighed a little sigh that it was over, but felt disappointed that it 'wasn't finished'.

Beth stood next Paris at the front of the cell and faced the young celebrity's arm still holding bar. She reached down and grabbed Paris by the hair and aimed her face at the glistening dildo, tightly strapped to her waist. Beth had one more humiliation in mind before she'd let her new bitch rest.

"Suck me clean, little girl."

Paris, her loin throbbing with excitement and yearning for release, swelled with arousal at hearing 'little girl' again. She let go of the jail cell bars and turned to face Beth. She bent over at the waist again and grabbed the thick rubber phallic with one hand. She opened her mouth and slid the sticky exterior past her lips. Paris could smell and taste her own ass as she inhaled through her nose and pushed it on her tongue. She could see rings of lubrication brush past her sensitive lips as she opened her throat and tried not to gag.

Paris Hilton: prison bitch? pt 6


Beth signaled for Alisha to move behind the young celebrity.
The three females gave a beautiful profile of their tight bodies to the inmates across the bay that watched eagerly at the debauchery before them.
Paris was so engrossed with not letting the device out of her mouth she didn't realize Alisha was now behind her.
Alisha stepped behind the young celebrity as she sucked Beth's rubber cock and she placed the head of her cock against Paris's anus.
Paris flinched when she felt the rubber device touch her backside. Paris knew what to expect and relaxed her anus and arched her back. She hated to admit it, but she secretly wanted it. She needed to cum and this was the only way.
Paris's mind was a complete fog and what was supposed to be a humiliating and degrading situation had turned unwittingly pleasurable. As she choked on the cock in her mouth, Paris closed her eyes when she felt Alisha push her cock inside. Paris sighed a deep muffled moan as the dildo slid in easily and pushed to its fullest. She did her best to swallow Beth's cock but couldn't quite get more than half inside her mouth. The tangy taste was a little repulsive and the head of the rubber dong hurt the back of her throat.
Each time Alisha slammed her 'niner' into Paris, Paris's breasts rocked beneath her. Soon both women were pumping in unison, Alisha fucking Paris's ass while Beth fucked her mouth. Paris, holding Beth's knees for balance, couldn't believe what was happening to her. She was gagging and choking on a huge dildo in her mouth and getting fucked by another in her ass.
All this was happening to her behind bars in a jail cell in plain view of at least a dozen other inmates. But the really scary part was - she...she LIKED it! Paris's mind reeled from the effects of the sexual abuse at the hands of her two cellmates and her struggle with her secret desires.
The rhythmic thumping in and out, in and out of the two latex cocks caused Paris to feel an unbelievable thrill that electrified her very being. This was so dirty, yet so EXCITING! The saliva mixture coated her lips and dripped down her chin as she choked for air through distended nostrils.
Paris tilted her head up and arched her back so that she was looking straight at Beth's stomach, which almost bounced off her nose with each thrust by Beth. Within seconds of the two women's unified strokes, Paris coordinated her breathing too. Her stomach heaved as the strokes continued and her impending orgasm grew closer and closer.
Moments later Paris came. With a muffled groan, "U-u-u-u-g-g-g-g-h-h-h!" she expelled love juice in heavy squirts from her love canal. She squeezed down hard on Beth's knees as her vagina walls convulsed with liquid orgasm. Paris panted as her stomach knotted up in unison with her anus as her orgasm continued unabated.
By itself, the sheer magnitude of the orgasm was memorable but as Paris pictured in her mind what she must look like being fucked in the ass and in the mouth at the same time caused her to roll right into a second orgasm. Her whole body convulsed and twitched as she discharged more watery cum that ran down her thighs.
Finally Beth removed her dildo from Paris's mouth. She knew by Paris's grip strength on her knees that she had cum.
As Alisha pulled her dildo from Paris's ass, weak and spent, Paris clung to the bars. She gasped and then sighed when she felt her anus collapse around the cock head as it exited her ass. The two women pushed Paris on the floor and tossed her a blanket.
Beth smiled slyly, satisfied that they had sufficiently fucked and humiliated the young celebrity said, “That was courtesy of Madonna, bitch.”

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Britney Spears checks out of rehab


Britney checked out of rehab after 30 days. The staff was so proud of the young pop star diva because she’d saved the lives of four innocent babies by breast feeding them while their mothers attended rehab.

But Britney paid a heavy price for her service. Her breasts had enlarged two full cup sizes and were now a hefty DD. Britney walked very gingerly as she exited the facility to flash bulbs from photographers snapping photo after photo of her. She tried not to step too hard and jostle her engorged mammary and further bring the ire of paparazzi.

When Britney leaned over to crawl into the back of the limo as it waited out front, she was shocked to see her nemesis Paris sitting in the back holding a little fur ball dog. Britney hesitated and thought about retreating but realized the lesser of two evils was in the back of the car, so she tucked herself inside.

Paris’ little dog started yapping at Britney who leaned away in fear.

“Oh, he won’t bite,” Paris assured the trembling Britney, “his name is Ralphie”.

“Are you sure?” she asked over her raised shoulder.

“Quite,” Paris said confidently.

Just then Ralphie settled down and he sniffed the air like a well done steak had been put on a plate in front of him. He scrambled from Paris’ grip and hopped over to Britney. He started sniffing at her engorged breast, which had obvious leakage seeping through her top.

Britney tried to shoo the little dog away but Paris scolded her for being so mean. “He likes you, slave,” Paris said wryly. “Hold him,” she demanded.

Britney wasn’t real fond of dogs and hesitated.

Paris backhanded Britney across the mouth, chipping her tooth and snarled, “I said HOLD HIM!”

Shocked and in pain, Britney quickly picked up the little varmint and held him to her chest.

The little dog started licking at her blouse where the milk had seeped through. His tiny tongue stroked her nipples and caused them to harden and leak even more.

Britney wanted to push the doggie away but was afraid of Paris. She just did her best to hold the dog still and keep him from jumping around.

Each time Ralphie’s tongue swept past her nipple, Britney’s cunt began to saturate. She was becoming more and more uncomfortable as the dog kept lapping at her blouse.

Paris could see Britney’s discomfort and came up with a solution. “Britney,” she chirped with her new idea, “Ralphie’s hungry, let him eat.” She reached over and jerked Britney’s blouse open and pulled down her bra to expose her engorged, leaky breast.

Ralphie’s tail began to wag as he licked and nipped at Britney’s exposed nipple. Milk dribbled from its confine and the little dog lapped up its goodness.

Britney was ashamed and humiliated. She was glad the windows were tinted so the paparazzi couldn’t see in.

As the limo finally began to drive away, Britney felt her loin begin to twitch. The little dog’s tongue was having an effect on her that she didn’t expect. Each short flick of the dog’s coarse tongue across her sensitive nipple sent waves of electric shock directly to her cunt. She felt herself begin to relax and her legs fell open.

Ralphie lost his balance and fell to the floor and he scrambled to regain his position on Britney’s thigh. His front paws got as far as the seat cushion between Britney’s legs when he stopped and sniffed the air again. He caught scent of something even better than the sweet milk dripping from the woman’s breast. He followed his nose to the shiny, moist slit right in front of him.

Britney winced when the little dog slipped off her thigh and fell on the floor between her feet. She wanted to snap her legs shut but once he was perched between her thighs, she thought better of it. So Britney just froze and tried not react as the little dog began to sniff her privates.

Ralphie crawled forward and drove his cold nose into Britney’s labia and caused her to shudder. He licked at her honey pot and heard her moan. His tongue couldn’t work fast enough and soon he had ample room to work as her legs spread wide and her pussy scooted forward.

Britney wasn’t sure what was happening. The little dog’s tongue was dipping into her special place and touching her in ways she’d never felt before. Her mind was scrambled with outrageous thoughts and she wondered what was happening. Her loin had taken control of her body and her mind couldn’t fight the sensations.

Paris quietly opened her camera phone and began taking pictures of Ralphie licking Britney.

Britney’s bare ass began to sweat on the leather seat and allowed to slide with ease.
She slid further down her seat pushing her pelvis and anus in Ralphie’s face.

Ralphie was in heaven and he couldn’t lick fast enough. The taste of a young diva pop star was way better than Fifi the toy French poodle down the street. This young human female was leaking faster than he could lick. He could tell she was close to orgasm and he began to feel his own excitement build.

Britney’s mind was in a total fog. She panted and gasp with each stroke from the little dog’s tongue. Her pussy oozed and blossomed with arousal as she drew closer and closer to orgasm. She struggled with the “how’s” and the “why’s” but none of it made sense and her arousal continued to build.

Ralphie felt his dick harden and press past his sheath like a pencil through paper. His hips began to thrust and his flaming red tip bounced against her shin.

Paris saw how excited Ralphie was and felt sorry for the little virgin. She reached down and picked up the thrusting animal and nestled him between Britney’s moist thighs.

“There you go, honey,” Paris said as she patted Ralphie’s bottom and encouraged him to scoot forward a bit.

Britney was so aroused from the doggies stimulation, all she could do was widen her legs as Paris positioned him even closer.

Ralphie kept humping for all he was worth until his tiny thin tip felt the warmth and moisture of human pussy. He scooted himself closer and pushed himself passed her fleshy folds and began to fuck his first human girl.

Britney shuddered as the little dogs cock flicked past her clitoris and sent her to new heights of arousal. The rapidity of the dog’s motion was too much for Britney and she released her loin and came at the same time Ralphie did.

Britney moaned loudly while Ralphie whimpered and yelped as he came.

Paris recorded the whole scene on her video phone. She smiled sweetly and patted Ralphie’s head and said, “Do you feel better honey? How do you like your new fuck toy, Ralphie?”

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Britney Spears new treatment pt 1 of 6

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Britney Spears new treatment pt 2

Nurse Trundle removed a metal device that looked like an aluminum dildo from a plastic case. It had wires coming out of the end, not the tip, but the end.
Britney watched in stunned silence as Nurse Trundle used two fingers to spread her labia and forcibly push it in her vagina. As soon as the device pushed past her vaginal muscle, Britney sighed in relief.
She barely had time to relax when she felt Nurse Trundles hand on her breast.
Nurse Trundle began to squeeze and massage Britney’s swollen gland to begin the process.

Britney Spears new treatment pt 3

With the vaginal probe deeply seated in Britney’s vagina, Nurse Trundle got an evil smile. She loved this next part.
From a small case, she pulled out a thin glass tube that was attached to a rubber hose. With the experience of a Dr. Frankenstein, Nurse Trundle carefully positioned the end of the glass tube directly over Britney’s clitoris.

Britney Spears new treatment pt 4

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Britney Spears new treatment pt 5


To complete the stimulation preparations, Nurse Trundle attached a clip to each of Britney’s swollen nipples. Each clip was connected to a chain that Nurse Trundle could lift and pull on to stimulate Britney’s breasts. The clips were to simulate a baby’s sucking but they didn’t allow milk to escape because of the compression.

Britney Spears new treatment pt 6

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Saturday, March 3, 2007

Britney Spears treatment plan outlined by Paris in a secret meeting


Paris had a secret meeting with the nursing staff. They gathered in a small conference room and there she laid out her plan for Britney’s “rehab”. She smiled a devilish, snobby smile as she told them about how much their bonus money would be and that ALL the money they’d be paid was coming from Britney herself. Paris implied that it was Britney who was asking them to defile and degrade Britney and not her. She made it sound as though she was just acting on Britney’s behalf and that Britney was the one who was demanding her treatment be “just so”.
The women sat there wide eyed as Paris explained to them that Britney was to be publicly humiliated and degraded and forced to do filthy tasks around the treatment center. Paris told them that Britney loved being used and abused by women in front of other women and that she insisted that the staff carry out her wishes.
A dull murmur buzzed through the room as the nursing corps talked amongst themselves and exchanged ideas.
One nurse raised her hand and Paris called on her, “Can we have Britney clean toilets and bedpans and stuff like that?”
An electric shock of energetic excitement shot through Paris at the idea and she eagerly added, “So long as you don’t give her any cleaning supplies. Make her use her hands only.”
The room buzzed loudly as a musky, heated smell began waft about. The nurses squirmed with excitement and couldn’t wait to get started.
Paris added a few rules before dismissal.
Britney was to remain naked or nearly naked 24/7
She must be forced to sing and dance weekly for the children in the Children’s Ward
She is not allowed to cum more than once per week
She must make someone cum daily
She is no longer allowed bottled water
She can only drink water from the toilet in her room
She must be punished anytime she fails to perform a task quickly
Paris concluded the meeting and had all the nurses sign a confidentiality agreement and gave each of them $1000 of Britney’s money.

Britney Spears psychological exam begins 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 Spears treatment begins 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 Spears treatment begins 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 Spears treatment begins 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 Spears treatment begins pt 5


Britney could only watch as the nurse placed thin glass tubes attached to long plastic tubing on each nipple. Strangely enough the light suction that tugged at her nipples suddenly made her wet. It was the strangest feeling to have her nipples sucked like that and she stared at them as they were slowly and gently drawn inside the glass vile.
Suddenly Britney was having an internal struggle. Her mind was telling her that all this was wrong and that it wouldn’t work because she hadn’t lactated for months, but her body was feeling the strangest sensation as the machine pulled at her nipple. She knew what she was feeling was arousal but she didn’t want to say anything for fear of being perceived as “sick” or something. So Britney opted to just lie there and fight the feelings welling up inside.

Britney Spears treatment begins 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 Spears treatment begins 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.