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.

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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.

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.

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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.”

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?”

Britney Spears is a sex slave to Paris

Britney, in an effort the escape the evil clutches of Paris, had re-entered rehab for the third time in four days. Each time Britney has entered rehab Paris has called her or texted her and threatened to publish the film of her and Lindsay.

The fear and trepidation poor Britney feels as her life if being ruined by Paris is becoming overwhelming.

After Britney's first attempt to escape Paris and go into rehab, Paris responded by hiring a realtor to begin the process of selling Britney's home in Beverly Hills. Britney knew she had to leave rehab immediately, but her consequence had already been initiated. So Britney will soon be homeless in CA.

When Britney failed to get the barcode tattoo on her lower hairline on the back of her head, Paris was furious! That triggered Britney's second attempt to escape Paris' grip and enter rehab. When Paris found out that Britney was attempting another escape, Paris threatened Britney again and ordered her to get yet another tattoo, a pair of lips, which represented Paris' pussy lips and depicted Britney's love and devotion to Paris. Britney was put under a strict timeframe to accomplish the task and almost sobbed uncontrollably on the street in front of the tattoo parlor when she realized it was closed. The panic and fear she felt had a strange effect on her body and Britney didn't know what to make of it.

In her mind, she knew that normal people would "dry up" under such horrific conditions, and yet here she was, put under immense duress and pressure and her pussy was leaking like never before. None of it made sense. She wanted to touch herself in the worst way, but Britney knew anything she did like that would be caught on camera and would only further anger Paris. Afterall, she was under strict guidelines to not cum unless given permission, which she didn't have.

Britney's time was running out and she desperately needed to get the tattoo before 10am. She raced around town until she finally found a tattoo parlor that was open. She ran inside and told the artist that she needed her lip tattooed. Needless to say, the woman was a little shocked, but not overtly so. That is, not until Britney told her exactly what and where she was to tattoo. When Britney told the woman to tattoo the inside of her lower lip with a specific number (her slave number) and then also give her a tiny "cross" tattoo on her lip where people could see, the woman was indeed shocked.

Britney knew that the paparazzi would see her getting her lip tattooed and concluded the only way to "cover up" her slave number being tattooed on the inside of her lower lip was to put a cross on her lip where people could see it.

All that racing around town and pledging her love and devotion to Paris via a permanent tattoo on the inside of her lower lip (like a horse), made Britney creamy wet. Her heart raced and she panted with arousal that she couldn't stop. Her bald head was coated with a thin layer of sweat as paparazzi snapped photo after photo as she was driven throughout LA. Britney had to cum. It had been days since she was last allowed and her life was in a shambles already. She reasoned that having a quick orgasm was worth the risk, besides, what more could Paris do to her?

Britney fingered herself to glorious orgasm as they drove around LA, chased by paparazzi.

Britney was running out of options and called her mom. She couldn't explain everything to her mom, but she told her enough that her mom agreed to help. Even Britney's mom was beginning to distance herself from the floundering pop star. Her mom insisted they go to rehab and Britney pleaded with her mom to NOT take her to rehab for fear of another severe consequence.

It wasn't long after that that Britney got a text from Paris that read, "do u want ur boyz?"

Needless to say, Britney broke down as she entered rehab for the third time. She had mixed emotions as she was escorted inside. She knew this was her only safe haven from Paris, but she knew that Paris had called Kevin to come take her boys. It was a heart wrenching moment for Britney, but she felt compelled to try and break the bonds of Paris' grip.

The confusion Britney has felt these past few weeks has left her in a very strange place mentally. Until she can sort out her feelings and devotion for Paris from her disdain and hatred of Paris, she'll remain in rehab.

Britney Spears submits to Paris pt 4

The next day Paris arrived at Britney’s Beverly Hills home just as Britney was on her way out the front door with her two boys in tow. “Whoa, where do you think you’re going? Get back inside. We have business to discuss.” Paris ordered.
“W-we were on the way to the park for our daily play time,” Britney explained, “It’s something we do almost everyday.”
“Not today, cunt,” Paris snarled, the sharpness of her tone causing Britney to wince. “Your new staff will be here shortly and we have a lot to cover before they get here.”
Paris led the trio into the large TV room that had a circular leather couch and several chairs. She motioned to Britney to sit down and put the boys in the middle of the room so they could play. The oldest boy wasn’t even three and the younger was about half that.
“I will speak, you will listen,” Paris began, “Today you will have a new staff. They are an all female staff, except the pool boy/groundskeeper. They are a strict bunch but they’re necessary to complete your training.”
Britney, confused, interrupted, “Training?”
Paris leapt up and grabbed Britney by the hair and started shaking her head violently shouting, “What did I say, cunt?! I speak, you listen!”
The startled boys didn’t fully understand what was happening, but were shocked by Paris’ yelling.
Britney on the other hand, was totally frightened by this “other side” of Paris. She whimpered she was sorry and Paris warned her not to let it happen again.
Paris continued, “Your new staff will consist of a cook, a housekeeper, a personal assistant, and a manager to handle them all. In addition to them you will have a three person rotation of nanny’s for the boys and of course, the pool boy.”
Britney was impressed with the number of staff members. It was about twice what she had before.
“Now for the rules,” Paris began, “You will follow these rules to the letter. Any deviation will result in punishment. Punishment may be painful or restrictive. Either I or Gwen, oh, she’s the new staff manager, will inflict your punishment. When I am not around, Gwen is in charge completely. She has full authority to enforce…whatever.”
Britney grew more and more nervous. Hearing the sternness in Paris’ voice was scary enough but hearing these things in front of her boys was humiliating. She didn’t know what to do or how to react. She wanted to run, but knew she couldn’t. Fear gripped her and she worried about her future. Through all this trepidation, she knew she had to stay focused on Paris’ words or she may miss something important, so she listened intently as Paris continued.
“Beginning immediately, you will not leave the house for any reason unless you have my permission. While in the house you will not wear anything but four inch heels. I bought you a pair of nice soft four inch heeled slippers for around the house.”
Britney’s mouth dropped open. She just couldn’t be naked all day, especially around her boys. It was sick and unacceptable. She wanted to protest but thought better of it. Her heart began to beat faster as her anxiety built.
“We may as well get started now, so strip. Just toss your clothes over there in the corner,” Paris directed.
Britney sat motionless for a few seconds as she stared at Paris to insure she was serious. Then she looked down at her two boys playing quietly on the floor in front of them. Britney had always taken great precautions to be modest in front of her boys before now.
Britney’s hesitation disturbed Paris. “Either strip now or suffer your first punishment IN FRONT OF YOUR BOYS” she threatened.
Reluctantly, Britney stood and peeled of her t-shirt and then her bra. When Sean asked her what she was doing, Britney felt like passing out. She didn’t know what to say. She was so humiliated. Stupid excuses flashed through her mind, each one dumber than the one before. When Sean insisted on staring at her, Britney urged him to look away as she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. “Please honey, look over there a moment, okay?”
But Sean didn’t and Britney pushed her jeans down and clumsily stepped out of them. As she stood there in her panties, she saw a little smirk come across Sean’s face as his little eyes widened. Britney’s discomfort hit a whole new level at that moment, “Please honey,” she begged as she tried to cover herself from his prying eyes, “play with your brother, okay?”
Sean didn’t look away. He was too enthralled with what his mother was doing so he kept staring.
“Sean, please,” Britney begged a last time before she inserted her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and reluctantly pushed them down and off. Her heart was pounding and she could hardly breathe as she quickly sat down and tried to cover her nakedness from her boys.
Satisfied with the completion of the first step, Paris continued, “You will have no physical contact with your boys unless I or the staff allows it. You may see them and talk to them, but you will not touch them. The boys shouldn’t be raised by such a filthy slut like you anyway. You’re nothing more than trailer trash and you know it. If we go outside either I or Gwen will carry the boys in case the paparazzi are watching. We wouldn’t them thinking you were actually trying to be a mother, now would we?” Paris taunted.
Tears welled up in Britney’s eyes as she realized what was happening. Her family was being torn apart and it was all her fault.
“You will dress as you are told and go where you are told, when you are told and you will do what you are told. Failure to do so will result in punishment. You will not touch yourself in ANY manner except when you apply makeup, shave or get dressed. You will not cum unless given permission to do so by me or Gwen. At least once per day, you will make someone else cum. If it’s a man, you will collect a sample of his cum, if it’s a woman, you get her to sign a sworn affidavit that she came at your urging. Here’s a stack of prepared affidavit’s that they only have to sign and date,” Paris said as she handed Britney a box of business cards. “You will carry some of them with you at all times.”
“I will have your house rigged with security cameras today, too. There will be one in each room and your activities will be strictly monitored. Any violation of the rules and you will be punished.”
Paris continued as Britney struggled to stay focused, “Since you are not allowed to touch yourself in any manner, you will eat in a prescribed manner. Your food items will be restricted to things like carrots, celery, breadsticks, hotdogs, kielbasa sausage and the like. You may eat whenever you are hungry, but you WILL eat as follows: the cook will insert your food of choice in her vagina and you will get on your knees and eat it from her.”
Britney blinked in disbelief. No way was she going to do that, NO WAY. She’d rather starve than do that.
“Lastly, you will register yourself with an online slave registry and make me your owner. Then you will be placed on a strict schedule. You will get up no later than 8am daily, you will shower, shave your body completely from the neck down and you will do a workout that lasts several hours. You can play with the boys in the afternoon, so long as you don’t try to touch them. Remember, you can eat whenever you are hungry, so long as you do it as outlined previously. Every evening we will go clubbing and return…whenever. Any questions, cunt?” Paris ended.
Britney was overwhelmed. She didn’t know what to say or how to say it. She understood what Paris had dictated, but she didn’t agree with any of it. She worried that saying she understood was some sort of admission that she’d comply. Too many questions, too much confusion befuddled Britney. She briefly cleared her mind long enough to mutter, “No, no questions, Paris.”

Britney Spears submits to Paris pt 5

Over the next two days, the new staff took control of Britney’s home. Security men hustled in and out for the first two days installing cameras in every room in the house and setting up a central control station in one of the empty bedrooms. Britney scampered naked from room to room trying to dodge them and for the most part succeeded. When the workers were finished, she watched the guy in charge speak to Gwen and point at a button on a device. As he left the house, Gwen pushed the button and the tape of her and Lindsay popped on every TV set in the house simultaneously. Over and over it looped.
Britney wanted to burst into tears. Her life as she knew it was over. The past few days had been a living Hell. Everyday was the same; she was getting so tired and hungry. She didn’t eat the first two days, but today was different. Her stomach was growling and she was feeling weak. Thinking of eating anything from the cooks’ vagina was so humiliating. She sobbed uncontrollably as she imagined what it’d be like.
She replayed the last two days in her mind once again. Each morning she was rudely awoken by Gwen with a hard slap to her bare ass. Then Britney was hustled into the shower where, under the watchful eye of her personal assistant, she showered and shaved her entire body below the neck. Then she’d step out and be forced to “assume the position”, which meant she had to stand spread eagled with her arms held at shoulder height out to the side. Then the personal assistant would towel dry her as Britney recited her affirmations about Paris five times in a row.
“I love Paris. Paris is a Goddess. Paris is MY Goddess. Paris owns me. I am Britney, slave 824-069-143 and I will do anything to please Paris.”
Shortly thereafter, Gwen would come in and “inspect” her to insure she was shaved properly. She’d carefully run her hands over every part of her body and if she found even the slightest amount of stubble it earned Britney a spank with a wooden paddle. The first day was horrible; she could barely sit after nearly 20 whacks. The next day was better; she was only hit 7 times.
Britney was determined to not earn a single swat and was careful to do a good job shaving. As she stood in the “position”, Gwen walked in carrying her youngest boy and dragging Sean in tow. She placed the baby on the bed and said to Sean, “Well, let’s see how mommy did today shall we? You wanna help auntie Gwen?”
Britney’s heart almost stopped. She wanted to cry out, “NO” but she held her tongue. As if it wasn’t bad enough to have her son in the room as she was subjected to this humiliating ritual, Gwen had gone so far as to seek Sean’s involvement. Britney was stunned. She wanted to cry, to run, to hide, to be anywhere but there at that moment. She held her breath as Gwen circled behind her visually inspecting her first.
Holding Sean’s little hand in hers; Gwen knelt down behind Britney and guided his little hand to the back of her thigh. As she slid the palm of his hand down the back of her leg she whispered, “Do you feel any little prickly things, honey?”
Feeling her son’s tiny hand slide down the back of her leg sent goose bumps rippling across her body and Britney eked out a soft moan. Her tummy tightened as she pictured his tiny face just inches from her naked bum and she shuddered uncontrollably.
“Seems like mommy likes that,” purred Gwen as she noted Britney’s reaction.
“NO!” screamed Britney in her clouded mind. It wasn’t true and she wanted everyone to know, but she dare not speak out. But each time Gwen guided Sean’s hand along the back of her leg it sent shock waves deep into her loin. Something was beginning to happen and Britney couldn’t stop it. She held her breath and bit her lower lip, but nothing seemed to help. Her body was beginning to betray her in a way she never dreamed possible. She could feel her pussy begin to swell and flower like a morning bud. “Oh no,” she moaned in her mind, “this can’t be happening, not now!”
The past few days of not cumming were taking their toll, too. Her body was hungry, deprived of sleep and orgasms and now with Gwen tormenting her with her own son, Britney was helpless to stop it.
“Please,” Britney softly whispered hoping that Gwen would stop.
Gwen knew she had Britney on the edge. She peeked under Britney’s legs and saw her pussy moistening, “Oh look honey,” she pointed out to Sean, “Your mommy DOES like what you’re doing. See? See that bit of moisture right there? See? Under there?”
Britney wanted to die. Gwen had her son inspecting her aroused pussy from inches away and there was nothing she could do about it. If she could have crawled in a hole, she would have.
Under Sean’s watchful gaze, Gwen reached between Britney’s legs and cupped her swollen pussy. She gave it a nice firm squeeze and grinned when Britney moaned out loud. “Sounds like mommy likes it too, eh, Sean?” Gwen smiled as she dipped a long, wrinkled finger into Britney’s moist slit. First one finger, then two, then three fingers went in before she began pumping them in and out.
Britney knew the rule. She wasn’t allowed to cum unless she was given permission, not to mention her sons were watching. The insanity of the moment was killing her. Standing spread eagled her son’s face just inches away from her engorged loin as it was being finger banged by this older woman was just too much. She found herself moaning and groaning uncontrollably. Then those quickly turned to pants and she was rapidly moving closer and closer to orgasm. “Oh my gawd!” she screamed in her mind, “This can’t be happening!”
Britney was caving. Her body was about to do the unthinkable and there was nothing she could do to stop it. But she dare not cum without permission so without thinking she began to plead, “Please, oh gawd, please may I cum?” Her words then came in short staccato bursts, “Please…oh…gawd…please…I…need…to…cum…PLEASE!”
Just as her loin was about to convulse in orgasm, Gwen’s fingers pulled out and slapped Britney’s ass hard. “No you will NOT cum!” ordered the older woman as she repeatedly spanked Britney’s behind as her son laughed and giggled as he watched his mommy get spanked.

Britney Spears submits to Paris pt 6

After her daily shower and inspection routine, Britney was subjected to a grueling workout regimen. Gwen forced her run a treadmill and do numerous exercises. After just two days her muscles were so sore she could barely stand. Another factor was she had refused to eat, but now she was starving…literally.
She knew she’d have to eat something or she’d collapse. Ashamedly, she walked naked into the kitchen where the cook had prepared a wonderful breakfast of bacon and eggs and toast for everyone, except her. The smell of fresh roasted coffee made her tummy growl even more. She HAD to eat something, she just had too.
The cook knew it was only a matter of time before Britney would come crawling to her to beg her for something to eat. The fact that she had lasted two days actually impressed the middle-aged Italian. When she saw Britney’s ashen face and mournful look, she knew today was the day. She took a banana and peeled it as the nanny strolled in and seated the boys at the table.
“Good morning, slut,” said the nanny to Britney, “say good morning to your mommy boys. Say ‘good morning slutty mommy’” the nanny encouraged.
Sean repeated the good morning and smiled widely at his naked mother.
The cook held up the banana and dipped the end in a cup of yogurt and asked Britney, “You hungry today, cunt?”
When Britney dropped her head and reluctantly nodded ‘yes’, the cook said, “Well you know what to do then.”
Britney lowered herself to her knees as her two boys and the nanny watched and she slowly crawled in front of the cook who had inserted the bare half of the banana into her vagina.
“Go ahead, cunt, eat,” taunted the woman as she thrust her hips forward poking the banana in Britney’s face like a cock. “EAT!” she ordered loudly.
“Go ahead mommy, eat. You like nana’s don’t you mommy?” inquired Sean innocently.
Britney wanted to cry. Her poor innocent son didn’t know what he was saying and she didn’t want to make him feel bad so she whimpered, “Yes, mommy likes bananas.” Without giving it further thought, she opened her mouth and bit the yogurt covered banana. “Oh my gawd,” she thought as she chewed the delicious tasting treat.
In seconds, she had devoured the banana up the woman’s cunt. Britney watched as the older woman pushed the banana out inch by inch and had her bite it in sections.
By the time she was finished, Britney had eaten three bananas, three carrots and piece of celery. It didn’t seem to matter to her ‘how’ she’d done it, only that she had. Her belly was full and satisfied finally and she could feel her strength returning.
She sat back and paused when Sean said, “Good mommy, you did good.”

Britney Spears submits to Paris pt 7

Paris knew that the best way to fully sink her claws into Britney was to do it via the press. No one knew better than she did how her own life was being chronicled in the press.
She bought Britney a deep V-neck green dress, designed to titillate the media with Britney’s cleavage. She made her wear it the next evening and she made sure Britney was completely naked underneath. No bra. No panties. No nylons.
Paris, dressed in a nice red silk dress, took Britney to several clubs and got her drunk and made her dance with whoever wanted to dance with her. She told Britney that if anyone wanted to touch her or feel her up, she was to offer NO resistance.
Britney was scared and nervous. Between every club Paris would wrap her arm around her neck and literally drag her to the next club. Britney knew that Paris’ public exertion of control over her was nothing more than a publicity stunt, but what could she do about it? Nothing. As the night progressed, Britney was only too happy to drink herself drunk. She knew that getting drunk was probably the best way to excuse her behavior.
Britney danced all night long and had never been groped so often. The crowded dance floor was the perfect place for hands to slip under her dress for a quick squeeze of her tender ass and she was sure it was red with pinch or paddle marks. Mashed in between dozens of patrons, she couldn’t be sure if the hands were men or women’s. The blaring music nullified any talk and alcohol dulled her senses to the point that the whispers and laughter she thought she heard could have been nothing more than her own paranoia.
As part of Britney’s daily routine she had to make someone cum and collect a sample as proof or get a woman to sign an affidavit. She was getting so tired as the days rolled on, one day began to blur into the next. She knew the easiest way to get a sample was to jerk off some strange guy, which she did nightly. She’d beat them off under the table or take them to some dark corner and do it there. She hated it, but what else could she do? The really scary part was that word was starting to spread around the LA club scene. Guys never failed to boast about being jacked off by Britney.
Paris loved to sit back and watch Britney being groped and fondled on the dance floor and elsewhere. The best of the evening for Paris was watching Britney jack off guys and try to capture as much of their sperm as possible. It never failed to make her smile a wide smile as Britney scrambled to scrape as much cum off her hand or wherever it landed onto one of the business card sized affidavits and then put it in her purse. Paris knew her Louie must have reeked like cum by now.
By the end of this evening, Paris wrapped her arm around Britney’s shoulder and openly fondled her left breast. As they made their way through a throng of paparazzi snapping dozens of pictures, Paris whispered in her ear, “You did good tonight, cunt. Get some sleep, whore, because tomorrow we do it all over again.”

Britney Spears submits to Paris pt 8

Things had rapidly spiraled out of control for Britney. The media was having a field day with her partying and they were outwardly calling her a slut. It was humiliating, but what could she do? Sure, she’d made some mistakes in the past, but those minor indiscretions paled in comparison to what was being printed these days.
Night after night Paris would show up and make her wear sluttier and shorter outfits. Each time they left the house Paris made sure Britney was panty-less and braless, while Paris either wore pantyhose and bras under her dresses or she wore jeans. Everywhere they went Paris made sure that Britney was clearly the “sluttier” of the two and the media was definitely taking notice.
Britney’s days were repeats of the one before with only minor changes or a particularly humiliating circumstance differentiating them. But other than that every day she was the same. Gwen jarred her awake with a smack on her behind. Then she showered, shaved, recited her affirmation and was inspected. She’d eat breakfast from the cooks’ pussy and then do a grueling workout. She’d eat lunch from the cooks’ pussy, usually with everyone watching including her boys. Her meals were cold hotdogs or kielbasa sausage and a breadstick. Britney had gotten used to eating on her knees AND the taste of the cooks’ pussy. She wondered what regular food even tasted like anymore.
Her afternoons were mostly uneventful and she was so tired because of only getting about 4 hours sleep a night, would sometimes fall asleep in her boys’ playroom. She hated the idea of being naked around them for so long each day, but she knew she had no choice. One particularly disturbing day she nodded off and fell asleep on the floor. She started to have a dream that she was having an orgasm, which terrified her because she knew she’d be punished so she jarred herself awake only to find herself playing with her wet pussy. In her blind rage, she scolded him for watching and made him cry. She desperately wanted to hold him and tell him she was sorry, but she wasn’t allowed to touch him. It nearly broke her heart.

Britney Spears submits to Paris pt 9

That evening Paris told Britney, “Tonight you’ll wear a short black sleeveless dress with slits up both sides, no panties, no bra and 4” pumps. We’re going dancing again tonight,” Paris said.
She tossed Britney a bag containing the dress and shoes.
Britney took the items from the bag and headed off to put them on.
“That won’t be necessary, slut,” Paris said to stop Britney in her tracks; “You can put them on outside the front door like usual.”
Britney blushed as blood sank to her feet. She felt lightheaded and completely humiliated. How did she ever get herself in this situation? Why did she have to lick Lindsay’s pussy that night? What was she thinking?
Britney’s mind fogged with uncertainty and questions as she slowly shuffled to the front door and stepped outside. She pulled the black dress over her head and was shocked at it’s shortness and with the tiny four inch slits on each side, “Oh my gawd,” she thought to herself, “I’ll never be able to hide myself in this.”
Just to make sure there was a clear delineation between the two of them, Paris wore a pair tight blue jeans, knee high white boots and a sheer white top…with a camisole underneath.
The media had a field day as Paris paraded Britney around town. She made sure that she had her arm around Britney in the “dominant” position, you know, about shoulder height so Britney would have to put her arm under hers. This also allowed Paris to lift up on the back of Britney’s dress without her knowledge so she could expose Britney’s butt to the paparazzi.
She also had Britney get in and out of her low-riding car so that Britney had no choice but to flash her puss to the cameras. At one point Paris intentionally pulled her from the car and lifted her dress for the paparazzi.