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Britney Slips Up!Britney Slips Up!The flight was long and turbulent, in more ways than one. Even ifthere hadn’t been so much turbulence in the air, Britney stillwouldn’t have been able to get any rest. Her manager and choreographer drilled new plans and new steps intoher for all but one hour of the flight from Seattle to NorthCarolina, leaving her no time for anything more than a catnap. Afterher show last night, she didn’t have to perform again until thefollowing evening in Raleigh-Durham, and she wanted nothing more atthe moment than to sink into a hot tub in her hotel room, and thenpass out for the night. So until she got to her room, Britney wouldpretty much be running on autopilot.After the plane finished taxiing, Britney’s “entourage” began todeboard and file into waiting limos on the tarmac, between her planeand the throngs of screaming fans who knew the pop star was coming.Unknown to the crowd at large and Britney’s people, dozens offlashbulbs and largely harmless clusters of fireworks and otherdiversionary noisemakers were bundled around the far edge of theairstrip, right next to the plane. At the touch of a button in oneof the unmarked limos, they were all set off simultaneously,shocking and frightening the crowds and Britney’s entourage intoimmobility. Britney’s security detail were professionals, and it only took thema second to get themselves together and act, but inside that second,someone acted faster. In the limo that had set off the maelstrom,the driver sped up to the side of the confused teen star and anotherman in the back threw open the nearest door. Before realizing hismistake, the bodyguard shielding Britney quickly handed her over tothe man in the back seat, and she filed in immediately. As he got agood look at the man in the limo and realized that he wasn’t one ofBritney’s guards, the bodyguard panicked and lunged for the door,but it was already closed, and he merely slammed into the hard doorbefore falling to the ground. The driver hit another switch on thedashboard, setting off another round of mild explosives, this timein the hubcaps of the other vehicles, effectively crippling them andkeeping them from pursuing. All anyone on the scene could do was watch in stunned silence andpanic as the innocuous limo sped off with Britney Spears inside. ***After Britney was yanked inside the back of the limo, the man whoheld her quickly covered her mouth with a thick cloth soaked inc*********, stealing her consciousness in seconds.The next thing she knew, she was waking up in a medium-sized bareroom with metal walls, one light in the center of the ceiling, andthe chair to which she was tied by her ankles and wrists. She tooksmall comfort in the fact that she was still dressed in her redbaby-doll tee shirt, black stretch shorts and sneakers. On closerinspection, after she shook her head to try to wring the grogginessfrom her brain, she noticed a camera mounted in one of the cornersof the ceiling. She was too scared and tired to get up to approachit, even if she could, but assumed that it meant that someone wasmonitoring her. The advice of her security detail rang in her ears,“…always look before getting in…”“Who are you?” she asked directly to the camera, getting noresponse. I know someone’s watching me. What do you want?”After long seconds, Britney finally got an answer of sorts.“You’re gonna love me, Britney”‘Wh-what do you mean?” she asked, now more afraid than ever.“Exactly what I said: I’m gonna make you love me. You’re going to bemine. Your body is gonna be my plaything and you’re gonna doeverything and anything I want and you’re gonna love every minute ofit.” “My name is Clarence, Britney, and I’ll see you soon.”Britney began to shake uncontrollably and tears formed at the edgeof her striking blue eyes. She sobbed in fear of her safety andpossibly her virginity. The price of fame and fanaticism was aboutto come home to roost. As a 19 year old it had seemed good publicityto market herself as the innocent virgin with the voice of her teenfans. The ironic thing was that she was indeed still a virgin; sureJustin and her had kissed and done some heavy petting but nevermore. Britney really was innocent of the horrors she was now atserious risk of reaping. *** Britney had been in this room for hours now. She had been fed onceby a mechanical arm that extended a plate of food from a slat in thewall and mechanically, clumsily shoveled food into her mouth. As shefelt at her lowest. a door that she also had not been able to makeout before opened behind her, and she jumped a bit against herbonds. “Please, whoever you are, let me go,” she said, fatigued. “I’ll pay,whatever you want…”“I can’t wait anymore, Britney. I can’t wait to have you,” a man’svoice answered. “Don’t worry Britney, I won’t hurt you. You neveranswered my letters, but I could never hurt you. Soon you won’t everwant to leave my side.” “You’re…you’re sick. I’m getting out of here now,” Britneyclaimed. “My people will be looking for me right now. It’ll be onthe news, the cops’ll be here, you’ll…”The man, standing behind the chair, suddenly bound a blindfold tightover Britney’s eyes. She felt her bonds being untied from her handsand feet and was pulled upright until she was standing unsteadily inthe darkness. Tears dampened the black cloth of the bandage. Shecouldn’t see anything as was on the verge of hysteria.Standing close to her, closer than ever, smelling her scent…hewouldn’t wait any longer. He put his hand on her chin and pulled herface up toward him, kissing her deeply and taking the time to suckon her soft, sweet tongue. He released her tongue and stood back up,watching her honey-colored hair cascade down and around hershoulders.“You’ve been cleaned, Britney. It’s like all those idiots who seeyou on TV never even laid eyes on you,” he said pulling his jeansdown to his ankles. “you’re mine all mine.”The man allowed himself to study his captive. Britney was a prettygirl, maybe not as stunning as her TV image with all the make-up andfancy lighting, but a good, sound, pretty southern teenager. He feltno remorse or pity for her standing in front of him sobbing insilence. His eyes moved down her body. She must have use titty padswhen she’s on show he thought as his eyes caressed the small teenbumps beneath Britney’s flouncy, white schoolgirl’s blouse.“Lift up your skirt Britney,” he asked matter-of-factly.“Oh, no…oh my God no…please,” she screamed. “I’ll pay you, whateverfor however long, please don’t…”“Do it you bitch. Now!” he shouted close to her ear.Britney stopped sobbing suddenly as if reality had hit and sherealized what she may have to face. Slowly her hands folded over thebottom of her skirt and, still blindfolded, she lifted the material allowing God knows who he was to see her down there.“Good little girl,” he purred.He swore he could smell her. This pretty little teenager standing inhis basement, blindfolded, wearing only an almost see-thru blouse,this poor excuse for a skirt covering her modesty and a pair ofwhite socks. He knelt in front of her, his face a few inches fromher waist. He was silent and she had no way of telling where he was.Beneath the skirt Britney wore a pair of simple, clean, whitepanties that were stretched alluringly across her pudenda. Her vulvaprotruded a lot and he could clearly see the depression in thematerial of the panties around the lips of her vagina.“Stay still,” he ordered as he lifted his hands up around the top ofher panties and began, ever so slowly to lower the flimsy cottonmaterial down over Britney’s thighs, her knees and finally herankles.“Step out,” he whispered.Whimpering slightly Britney stepped out of her panties and stoodblindfold before this complete stranger holding her skirt around herwaist, exposed. He allowed his eyes to travel back up Britney’s legsfrom her ankles, back over her knees and up her silky, teenagethighs. When they arrived at her pussy he could hardly believe hisluck.“Do you shave yourself Britney?” he whispered.She started not realising how close he was to her.“What…,” she weakly replied.“Do you shave?”, he repeated. “This certainly looks a lovely, bald,clean cunt for a teenager. You must shave it, or do you get one ofyour servants to shave you.” He stared transfixed at her pussy.Leaning in he placed his nose millimetres from her cunt lips andsniffed. He could definitely smell her teen angst. Was it hisimagination or had Britney’s cunt lips began to part slightly, wasshe moistening up for him?“No….no,” she murmured. “I have to shave myself. Thecostumes…swimming, you know.” She was blushing beneath theblindfold. She was struggling to come to terms with what washappening to her. The fact that what seemed like two hours ago shehad been safely in transit to a hotel and her life was normal. Nowshe was blindfold, naked and being gawked at by a man she hadn’teven seen. And having to tell him she shaved her pussy! Sheshuddered and started sobbing again uncontrollably.That didn’t bother Clarence. He liked to see her sob. He stood andsilently moved round to inspect her ass. Beautiful, tight globesunspoiled by time. Pert and shimmering with every sob.“Part your legs and bend over Britney,” he ordered.“Oh please don’t touch me. Don’t hurt me please,” she begged.“Do it!” he repeated, “or I will.” Britney drew breath and slowlyparted her legs and bent over at the waist. Clarence squatted downto inspect her ass.“Pull your skirt up and your ass cheeks open,” he ordered.She shakily brought her hands up behind her and pulled her buttocksapart. Clarence could smell her now he thought. His nose inches fromher anus he could see and smell flecks of faeces around her perfect,small, puckered ring. His cock twitched, almost painful in it’shardness, caged in his pants. He struggled not to just reach out andtouch her but he told himself to wait. Draw it out to encourage herfear.Standing again Clarence leant in close to Britney’s face andwhispered, “I’ll be back darling, please wait.” He picked upBritney’s panties from the floor and strode out of the door. Britneyheard the turn of a key and relaxed slightly.***Clarence switched on the monitor and microphone and watched andlistened. Britney was crouched in a corner of the room the blindfoldon the ground beside her, bare beneath her stupid excuse for askirt. She was rocking gently back and forth, sobbing and moaning.Clarence turned to his lunch on the table before him, switched theradio on and settled down to enjoy her terror. What mother let’stheir teenage daughter dress like a whore he thought? Dress like onebe treated like one he mused.***It had been a long time since Britney had been incarcerated and herbody was telling her it needed food and it needed to pee.“Please sir, is anyone there?” she pleaded. “I need thebathroom…please”Clarence leant forward to the microphone. “Go ahead baby,” hewhispered. “Take off your blindfold, you’re in the only bathroom intown!” Oh God, Britney thought, the humiliation. Nevertheless she had to goso, walking over to the far corner of the room she squatted and letgo with a stream of warm urine which pooled at her feet. Tears offear and humiliation streaked her face as she shakily stood andbegan pacing the far side of her prison drip drying her pussy.Upstairs, Clarence sat watching Britney urinate. His hand unzippedhis pants and freed his penis. The rumour of black men being wellhung could have used Clarence as proof. His cock was huge, a solid12 to 13 inches of black circumcised meat, throbbing with excitementand blood. He stroked bahis firmaları himself as Britney finished up and beganpacing and inspecting her prison.When would this stop, she thought desperately. When would someonecome for her and rescue her from this humiliation. Deep down shefeared for her safety, she was convinced this man would harm her,possibly **** her even though he hadn’t yet touched her flesh. Shehad to get out soon but how. The room was solid, the door waslocked, there was no window. The only feature, save the door was asmall camera and microphone up in the top corner.***The door opened and Britney looked up to see her jailer for thefirst time. What she saw struck terror into her heart. The manstriding into the room was huge. A full six foot plus and built likea weightlifter. He wore a white singlet and a pair of sports shorts.Britney couldn’t stop herself looking and noticing a bulge in hisshorts that made her shiver.Clarence realized that there was so much that he wanted to play withhere, and his excitement was affecting his judgement and making himwant to hurry, but he knew he would have plenty of time later toenjoy Britney’s every pleasure. He had to fuck her butt now. It sangout to him. It tasted and smelled so sweet that it simply had to behis first conquest. He just had to slide his 13 inches into hervirgin, teenage hole; and Christ was she going to hurt!“Bend over, Britney. Please. I’ve gotta get my dick inside you. Italmost hurts not to be balls deep inside you, looking at your tight,round butt like this. I need to feel your butt from the inside.”Even just hearing the words, Britney’s arms and legs became weak.She couldn’t bring herself to terms with the fact that she, BritneySpears, worldwide teenage superstar was imprisoned and about to be****d. She decided she had to fight back, had to try to stop, noforget that, persuade this b**st that he mustn’t **** her.“Please sir,” she started, “I can…I can help you with that. I’llbring you off with my…my hand. Please don’t force me. I’ll releaseyou.”“You’re dead right you will baby. You’ll suck me later but I’m gonnafuck you now. You can’t expect me to have Britney Spears in my powerand not want to fuck her. Now GET ON THE FLOOR ON YOUR HANDS ANDKNEES!”Britney knelt on the floor and tried to think about anything exceptwhat was about to happen. She imagined that it would take hours,that this guy who’d obviously been fantasizing about her for a long,long time, would make it last as long as possible. He would stickhis dick in her asshole and watch it go in and come back out, andslap her ass, and call her names. He would bend over her whilestuffing her butt full of meat and tell her that she was now his andhe’d be right. And afterwards, she knew, she would be little morethan the fuck-toy of this man-c***d now wedging his sizable cock inher buttcrack. “Relax Britney and this won’t hurt, you’ll enjoy it. Push your buttup and out darlin’ so’s I can see where I’m aiming.”Clarence reached out and touched the smooth skin of Britney’sbuttocks. Her puckered hole was winking at him urging him to buryhis cock in her and fuck her little brain out till she bled. Heslipped his shorts off and released his immense cock. On presentingthe tip of his penis up against Britney’s asshole he just couldn’tsee how it was going to fit. He pushed gently at first then moreinsistently. Britney’s sphincter just wasn’t opening up to allow hisgirth through, he realised he needed to help her along. Taking hisindex finger he licked it and slowly slid it into Britney’s anus andstarted to move it round in a circle trying to open up hersphincter.Suddenly he started. “You bitch, you’re full. Empty yourself. Howcan you expect me to fuck your ass when you’re full of shit youbitch, empty yourself now”Britney didn’t seem to understand. She started to pull herself upoff the floor and turned to her captor. “I’m sorry, what do you wantfrom me……?”“Shit yourself Britney, take a dump, whatever, just empty your holeso’s I can fuck you good. I ain’t never gonna fit in with all thatshit in there”Britney looked down at his cock for the first time and shuddered atthe enormity of what awaited her. Immune to her humiliation by nowshe shuffled over to the wall, squatted with her elbows on heroutstretched knees and began to strain. Clarence took a step backand knelt down to watch this ultimate indignity. Slowly Britneymanaged to persuade her body to evacuate and faeces dropped from herto the floor with a sickening squelch. The smell made her want toretch but didn’t seem to bother the man.Standing up Britney moved away to a corner of the room and stoodwith her eyes down, shuddering with fear and unconscionablehumiliation. She just couldn’t comprehend what was happening to her.She struggled to stop herself thinking back to climbing off theplane and dreaming of the hot bath alone in the hotel and a goodnight’s sleep. Yes she’d planned to have a quiet wank alone,dreaming of Justin or some strange attacker, but that was fantasy,and this was horrible reality. She started to fear for her life, shehad no idea of time, how long she’d been here, it seemed like daysbut if that was the case why hadn’t anybody come to rescue her…“Good girl,” he leered. “Come back over here and get on all fourswith your ass pointed at the ceiling. Daddy’s gonna fuck you good.Teach you how.”Britney slowly paced over and knelt on all fours resigned to theanal **** that seemed imminent. Clarence knelt behind her and pulledher ass cheeks aside. Flecks of shit surrounded her unwiped hole; itturned him on. He took his cockhead and rubbing the shit over herpuckered hole slowly pushed the head onto her asshole. Britney’sshit lubricated her and he felt it quickly give way before hisinsistence, and he sighed. Britney’s butt was tight and warmer thanhe could have imagined. After a couple of minutes of slow pushing hefinally felt just the huge head of his cock pop inside hersphincter, he stopped and stayed there for a while. This was hisdream coming true, and he was loving every minute of it. With hiscock twitching in her butt, Clarence leaned over and hugged Britneyfrom behind and kissed her neck. She seemed to be enjoying thisalmost, almost, as much as he was. “God, Honey, your butt feels sogood,” Clarence said to her softly, “I’ve never felt anything likethis before. I wish you could see it. Your cheeks are swallowing mycock, Britney…they’re so tight. I wish you could see it.”Britney could barely speak. She was in pain but blissfully unawarethat she’d only taken the head of Clarence’s cock, she had another12¨ to somehow take into her teenage body.“Do you feel that, Britney?” Clarence asked, breathlessly, “Do youfeel your butt trying to hold me in? God, you’re so tight.” Insteadof waiting for an answer from Britney who simply held her headagainst her right shoulder, eyes closed, crying to herself, Clarencebegan pushing the remainder of his member into her. As her sodomycontinued, Britney screamed in her mind, but moaned outwardly. Shebegan to realise that there was no point in trying to fight what washappening, perhaps if she pretended she wanted it, he may finishearlier and release her from this humiliation. There was more painas her butt muscles relaxed again and spread to take his girth. Itfelt just like she was taking a shit, she thought, after the pain ofher sphincter dilating it didn’t hurt so much now she just had topush when he pushed so her ring relaxed.Clarence’s fucking of Britney’s butt soon picked up speed, and hewas getting his entire length into her on every stroke. Britney wasflexing and relaxing her muscles around his member, her athletic assgiving him quite a work out. He knew then that it would beimpossible to hold out for long.“Oh, Britney, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come on your face bitch.Swivel round here when I’m outta you. Between moans and grunts and shallow breaths, Britney struggled torespond. She felt his cock slip from her ass one last time andbringing her legs in beneath her turned to face the sentence.Clarence looked down at this pathetic, famous girl. Once BritneySpears the teenage pop queen of the world now some no good whorecrouched at his feet in her fuck me whore skirt and crop top. He washolding the base of his huge cock; the top four or five inches wereflecked with Britney’s shit from within her rectum and he didn’tparticularly want to touch that, he wanted to see her lick it cleanbefore he flooded his cum in her mouth though.“Lick me clean bitch,” he ordered.“Oh God no, please,” she begged.“Ain’t you never sucked cock before Britney? ” he teased. “Surelyyou’ve blown Justin a coupla times in your momma’s house late atnight. You let him cum in your mouth? You let him swallow?”Britney stared at the floor mute with shock.“Answer me you BITCH!” he screamed.“I…I…Yes I’ve sucked it,” Britney began.“And, did you let him cum in your mouth? Did you swallow or spew?”“I pulled him out at the last minute and he…he… dropped on my dress”“He dropped on my dress,” Clarence sarcastically imitated. “Well nowonder Justin left you Miss Princess if you wouldna even give him aproper blowjob!”“It….it….wasn’t Justin, ” she sobbed. “It was just some guy I metwhen I was a girl.”“You’re still a girl Goddamn it Britney, how old are you anyways?”“Fifteen….going on sixteen.”“Shit, how old was you when this guy spiked you?”“Twelve”“Shit, you’s a real little teenage l****a whore ain’t you Britney.Well let’s see what you’re made of whore, suck me.”Clarence swung his member, now a little more flaccid than when he’dwithdrawn from her, in front of little Britney’s face. Slowly hereyes turned up to meet her agressor and with a blank stare ofresignation her lips parted and her mouth opened. She could smellher own shit on the end of his cock and she gagged as her tongue metwith the tip. Slowly she forced herself to widen her mouth and moveher head forward gradually allowing Clarence’s big, black cock toslip inside her little mouth.“Oooooaaaaaahhhh, that’s good girl, real good, ” he moaned. “Now runyour pretty little tongue around it and clean all that shit off it.That’s it suck it off an swallow it.”Suddenly Britney gagged and jerked her head back. She spatincontrollably onto the floor, a sickening mixture of phlegm andfaeces. Clarence could wait no longer and grabbed her by the hairand forced his cock back inside her mouth. Holding her hard by theback of the head he began to fuck her mouth. Britney gagged andwrithed to no avail, Clarence was on his way to fucking this teenagewhore good and proper. He’d show her what a dangerous game being acock tease was and what it meant to slip up.For a couple of minutes he continued slamming into Britney’s mouth.He was getting at least two-thirds of his cock into her on everythrust so it must have been reaching the back of her throat andhurting her with every stroke. Eventually he sped up even faster andthen, throwing his head back in orgasm stopped thrusting and groanedtime and time again.Britney was writhing around in panic but couldn’t break Clarence’sstrong hold. At last he slipped from her and looked down. His teentoy glanced up as he spurted one last load of hot, white, blackman’scum over her face. It hit her right across her left eye and nose andbegan to drip down her cheek like a tear. Britney opened her mouthand released a torrent of cum from within.“You’re a good little girl Britney, ” he purred. “Now get somesleep, tomorrow’s gonna be a busy day!”With that Clarence pulled up his shorts and walked kaçak bahis out of the room.Britney heard the lock and collapsed on the ground.Lying there she was an unbelievable sight. Britney Spears, theglobal teenage queen of pop. Dressed in a pair of black schoolgirlshoes, white pop socks, a short little gym skirt and a white blouseshe looked just like she had for millions of horny men in her BabyOne More Time video. Only difference now was she had no panties on,her dilated anus burnt painfully and she had the cum of a blackmanall over her face and blouse. Britney slipped off her blouse and started to clean herself up asbest she could. The cum stank and she quivered at the memory of whathad just happened to her. How could this be true? What had gonewrong? Why her?*** After a long overnight sleep, Britney found that her situation wasin fact real, and there seemed to be no way out. She awoke on thecold floor and last night’s assault came flooding back into hermind. She realised she was scantily dressed and sitting up lookedaround for her clothes. She found her blouse up against a wall andwas about to put it on when the smell alerted her to the fact thatit was encrusted with cum. Running her hands though her crinkly,blonde locks in despair she realised her hair was stuck together inplaces with the bastard’s cum. She was dirty, depressed, degradedand desperate. She hurt. Her bottom still stung from the anal ****and she was sick of the futility of her plight. How was she going toget out of here? Was anybody coming for her? The sound of the lockin the door stopped her with a start. She got to her feet and beganbacking away from the door towards the back wall of her prison.Clarence entered the room dressed in a clean singlet and a new pairof shorts. In his arms he held a large firehose.“Time to wake up and freshen up Britney,” he shouted. “Oh, I seeyous awake my little whore, now we’s better get you clean fortoday’s fun! Take your clothes off for your shower my lovely”“Britney stood there defiantly, determined not to allow herhumiliation to continue. But the smell of sperm in her hair and onher face. Her ravaged anus with cum and shit around it. She feltdirty, perhaps she should allow this sick bastard to shower her. “Fire away,” she whispered.“Oh no I want you naked at last,” Clarence called. “Don’t make mehave to come over there an strip you little girl!”Resigned once again Britney crossed her heels and pushed her sandalsoff. Bending down she slipped her little white socks from her feetand stood up straight again. Staring consciously at the ceiling herhands passed behind her back and unclipped her pretty, white lacybra. Finally her thumbs hitched either side of her gym skirt andlowered it to the floor. Stepping out she realised despite thehorrors of the night before this was the first time she was starknaked in front of this sick fuck.Clarence looked on as Britney stripped and, though it was far toearly for it, he felt his cock twitch in his shorts as she steppedforward from her skirt and stood before him naked at last. He wasright about the titty pads he thought. In the flesh Britney’s breastwere small little lumps with tight nipples. Teenagers breasts. Herbody as a whole was in good shape though she didn’t half look young.“Jesus Britney, how old did you say you are, fifteen. You lookyounger to me with your little titties and your bald pussy.”Britney wasn’t going to give him the buzz of admitting her age. Sheand her mother had duped the media circus that had put her where shewas in the eyes of the world many years ago. She wasn’t fifteen. Theboy that she’d sucked all those years ago was two years ago. She wasjust turned f******n. A true teenager. Some of the implications ofwhat was going on here would come to haunt her in later life. Sheplayed the know-it-all temptress but underneath it all she was justa little lost schoolgirl in big danger.Clarence opened the valve on the fire hose and a hard jet of waterleapt out at Britney. It forced her back onto the wall though wasnot too cold. She began rubbing her hair and face in the clean watertrying to cleanse the evil from her skin. She opened and bent herlegs slightly and pushed her hand over her ass and pussy rubbingaway the scent and evidence of horror.Clarence shut off the water as suddenly as he had switched it on,and abruptly left the room locking the door behind him. Britneystood there somewhat stunned that he had left again, perhaps she’dexpected something more. She rubbed herself all over trying to dryas quickly as possible. She had no towel and didn’t want to use hersoiled blouse or make her clean skirt wet. Once as dry as feasibleshe slipped on her gym skirt and bra and looked around her prisonexpectantly. ***Upstairs Clarence was busy. The **** last night had been filmed bythe camera in the room, he’d made sure of that. There was no way hewas gonna run the risk of r****g a young u******e teenager withoutkeeping the memory alive on DVD. The fact he’d gotten hold of afamous u******e teen opened up a whole new realm of fantasy.Clarence was putting together a set of photographic equipment, adigital video recorder, a stills camera, spotlights the usualthings. Grabbing the kit he let the door swing as he headed down thestairs to the cell below.***Britney had paced the room looking for some chink in her captor’splan. The room was a square walled room with no windows, with noescape. Once again she was brought up sharply by the lock in thedoor turning. She almost instinctively now backed away onto the farwall and watched as the door swung in and Clarence appeared. Atfirst Britney couldn’t make out what Clarence was carrying into theroom but on realising it was photographic equipment shuddered.“OK my little Brit babe,” Clarence started as he began setting upthe kit. “You dry now, time to start the fun. We’re gonna have alotta fun today, just like yesterday. And just like yesterday I’mgonna record it all for posterity. You don’t mind if I do that nowBritney, do you?”“Sir, I just wanna go home please,” Britney pleaded. “You did whatyou needed to last night. I just wanna go home to my momma please.Please sir, please….”“Shut your mouth bitch, you’s ain’t seeing momma today that’s forsure. You might become a momma today, now that’s the truth!” hegiggled maniacally. “Come over here and let me see you properly.”Britney shuffled over into the glare of the photographic lightsClarence had switched on. Clarence walked around her close but nottouching, just like last night. It unnerved her.“You sure are a beautiful little girl Britney,” Clarence muttered ashe picked up his camera. “These’ll sell for millions. OK now, you’regonna do just what I want but this time I’m gonna take photographsof you and if you don’t pout and look sexy at the camera and shitlike that I’ll fuck you up bad again you hear me? I’ll fuck you badagain! Now give me the sexy, innocent schoolgirl look and lie downon the floor on your back.”Britney wasn’t really sure what to expect today but it wasn;t this.A camera, pictures of her, naked. God only knows where these wouldend up she feared. On the internet no doubt or in trashypornographic magazines. She shivered as she resigned herself againto the fact that she had little choice but to do what he demanded ofher. Clarence was rock hard. Through his viewfinder he saw this virginalf******n year old lying prone on the cold floor, her titties lyingflat beneath her lacy white starter bra, her cunt covered just bythe short gymslip skirt. She was awaiting his bidding. Not only wasthe girl tight and young, just as he liked them, she was Britneyfucking Spears. What had he done to be this lucky? He didn’t know orcare, all he knew was he had to make this moment last as it wouldn’tcome again.“Good girl Britney,” he whispered still looking through theviewfinder. “Now I want you to lie very still and let me do what Iwant. You might enjoy this bit, you never know!”Clarence squatted on his knees beside Britney and gently placed hishands either side of her hips and pulled the skirt up over herbelly. Her bare vulva was now exposed for the camera. On closeinspection under the harsh glare of the lights faint wisps of hairwere visible but to all intents and purposes Britney was a smooth asthe day she was born. Looking from the side Clarence saw her pudendareally protruded up from her hips and her labia was large for such ayoung girl. Her clitoris was just visible as a small lump at the topof her labia. “Nice little cunt you good little whore,” an evil murmur came frombeside her. ” I wanna see you come off Britney. You ever done thatbefore little girl, you ever come before Britney?”Britney heard him and guiltily thought, no she hadn’t. Her momma hadalways told her not to worry about sex things and to wait until shewas older. The night with that boy, sucking his thing had beenforced, maybe even assault, certainly not enjoyable or a sexualexperience for her, nevertheless she had had feelings in the pastthat she thought could have been sexual but she wasn’t sure.“No…no……I don’t think I have,” she stammered quietly.“Well close those sweet innocent eyes Britney and dream away.”She felt a hand stray across her thighs and between her legs. Gentlystroking the crack in her pussy; up and down, up and down, up anddown. It felt good she began to realise, a strange feeling of warmthand adrenaline flooded through her body. Slowly but surely her pussylips began to open up and the finger ran deeper and deeper betweenher rapidly swelling labia. She wasn’t sure this was right but Godit was good, why had momma not told her about this. The hand was nowmoving faster and faster stroking her mound and running deep betweenher lips. She realized the finger was damp and in fact her pussy waswet; had she wet herself God no please not that humiliation againbut no, it wasn’t a stream just a moistness deep with her. She’dnever even pushed her fingers inside herself before so to feelherself wet was a new sensation. A good sensation Britney realised,one she could learn to repeat. She felt another hand down betweenher legs that gently began to pull her labia apart.“No, please don’t,” she whimpered not really sure whether she wantedhim to stop or not. She was confused by her own feelings now and thefirst rush of sexual lust that was washing through her teenage body.“Open your knees and flop them out, darling,” he whispered.The feel of the cold air on her moist passage was good and shesensed a finger creeping inside her, just a little at first and thenexploring deeper. Her cunt was dripping now with juice and thefinger was joined easily by another and then another spreading thewalls of her vagina to their limit. She gently moved her buttforward urging the hand deeper inside. She struggled to accept shewas allowing this stranger to do this to her; last night’s violationwith him ramming himself up her bottom was wrong, humiliating andpainful but this, this gentle, playful, fingering was feelingfantastic.Clarence looked down on the prone Britney. He had stationed hiscamera up close looking down so that Britney’s face would be visiblebut most of the frame would be her beautiful, pristine, virginal,shaven mound. Sitting beside her he had extended his hands andstarted playing with her. He knew he had her when her breathingquickened and her pussy began to moisten. He could not quite believehe was in a position where he could control this teenager to theextent that she would allow him to masturbate her. He moved round toa position between kaçak iddaa her legs and lay on his front with his face a fewinches from her cunt. The smell was divine, a pungent waft ofvirginal passage. He pulled her labia apart and the glare of thespotlights illuminated the walls of Britney’s young vagina. He couldsee the lubrication coating her passage as he moved closer andstarted to insert his long tongue.Britney bucked as a new sensation hit her; it felt like a slipperytongue had gone up her, oh my God she thought it is his tongue, he’slicking me up there. God it feels so good, so damn fine. Herbreathing quickened further and she started involuntarily buckingher hips off the floor driving the tongue into her time and timeagain. Suddenly she paused.“Oooooaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! God, no, please,” she cried.“What’s…….happenin……..oooooooaaaaahhhhhh!!”Clarence looked up as Britney came for the first time in herf******n year old life. Her face was flushed as her body arched backand bucked once, twice and again as paroxysms of orgasm thrustthrough her young, taught frame. Her tiny breasts were peaked withrock hard little nipples that poked through the flimsy cotton of herbra, confused as to their purpose in this new desire. She’d enjoyedthat, Clarence thought but now it was time for some harder play thathe’d enjoy….Britney lay panting after the sudden new feeling had washed throughher. She knew it was wrong what had happened and suspected she’d hadher first orgasm at the hands of a grown adult stranger masturbatingher with his own hands. Wrong she thought, but good. Suddenly shefelt his hands at her passage again.“Oh, no, please I’m sore now,” she pleaded. “No more please.”“Shut up Britney, you’re mine and I’ll do what the fuck I want withyou. Now lie still and this won’t hurt too much.”Clarence moved the camera slightly and reached into his pocket. Hewithdrew a small tube of vaseline and proceeded to squeeze asizeable amount into the palm of his right hand. Britney lying onher back staring blankly at the ceiling with tears in her eyes couldnot see this and just as well. Having spread the lubricant all overhis large black hand and up to the wrist Clarence inserted a coupleof fingers into Britney. She was still a little damp from herearlier orgasm but with the lubricant his fingers slid easily upher.“You liked three fingers didn’t you my little girl,” Clarencewhispered. “Well here comes a lot more!”With that he began to force his hand into Britney. She bucked andwailed this time in pain not pleasure as the man’s hand slipped intoher vagina. Within minutes Clarence had his hand inside hercompletely. Britney was stunned not knowing what was happening andwhy. She just didn’t understand this continual assualt and theconflicting feelings in her body. One minute she felt wrong butenjoying it now she was being abused again. Clarence fisted Britneyfor the camera popping his fist in and out of her virginal cunt. Fora grown man, and a large black man, to be fisting a f******n yearold teenager was so so wrong it blew his mind. His cock was solid inhis shorts and a small stain of pre-cum had soaked through and wasvisible. His cock would see action later, for the moment it was hishands doing the business.“Turn over Britney,” Clarence demanded withdrawing his fist one lasttime. “Let’s see that sweet young ass of yours again.”Britney sobbed and moaned, “no, please sir I’ve had enough. I’msorry I enjoyed it earlier I shouldn’t have, I just wanna go home.I’m just a little girl who wants to go home.”“Shut the fuck up and show me your ass bitch!”Clarence grabbed her around her shoulders and forced her over ontoher stomach. He slipped his hands back under her hips and pulled herbuttocks up.“Keep your shoulders on the floor little one so’s your butt stays inthe air and I can see it good.” Clarence eyed Britney’s asshole. It was red and inflammed from thepounding he’d given it the night before. Little girls’ anuses arenot designed to have 13¨ black cocks thrust into them he thought.Well let’s see how they cope with hands! He re-lubricated his righthand and, starting with one finger, slowly slipped it into Britney’sanus.“Ow, no please, you’re hurting me,” she cried. “Not there againplease, not there…..”Clarence ignored the bitch and continued working her hole. Hedilated her sphincter with one finger to the extent that he couldslip another in, this method worked until he had three fingers in upto the second knuckle. The rest was gonna have to be force hethought.“Get ready honey,” he cried and forced his hand up her rectum. Hersphincter stretched to breaking point but somehow took theonslaught. Clarence found himself crouched over the catatonic teenstar with his hand completely up her asshole. He waggled his fingersinside her, conscious of the resistance caused presumably by theremains of shit in her bowel. Britney flinched but said nothing.Poor little girl though Clarence, she’s so deep in shock she doesn’teven realise what horrors are being inflicted upon her. Anal fisting**** of an u******e f******n year old global star would find himlynched at the stake if he were caught he thought. But I’m notplanning on being caught….Having taken pictures Clarence slid his hand out of Britney’sasshole. It winked closed as his fingers left her back passagethough he knew as long as she stayed as catatonically relaxed as shewas his next plan would work a treat. He reached into the cameraequipment bag and withdrew a set of medical dilating calipers.Wiping a little lube from his fingers onto the tip he slipped thecold steel into her hole and flexed the calipers. Britney’s anusstretched under the pressure from the calipers and Clarence stood upto admire his handiwork. This little bitch was head down ass up onthe floor with her asshole gaping wide. He glanced into her cavityand under the spotlight could see the turtle head of shit far up herpassage. What Clarence had in mind was far beyond what Britney couldever imagine or understand.Britney had been unnaturally still whilst being anally fisted. Herbrain was working overtime, she couldn’t comprehend what thesituation she was in was all about. Somewhere outside of herself shefelt his hand leave her body to be replaced with something cold. Shethen felt cold air rush up her passage as the calipers were openedup. She was weeping on the floor as her mind raced in teenagepatterns of confusion.She heard it just before she felt it; the sound of running watersplattering into a receptacle. She soon realised the receptacle washer rectum and assumed he was pouring a liquid into her. In factClarence was standing over her little butt and pissing from hisengorged member into her forcefully dilated rectum. All captured onDVD her teenage passage soon filled and hot, yellow urine dribbledout of her passage and down her legs onto the floor. She couldn’tclose her hole because the calipers were locked open. She gaggedwith the humiliation of her treatment and the smell of his piss onand in her body.Suddenly she heard a click and the calipers were whisked from herpassage. Her sphincter winked shut forcing more urine from her likediarrohea. The urine stung her raw passage as her hole clamped shutand she collapsed back onto the floor. “You better slip off that pretty little skirt young lady,” hesneered, “seeing as how’s it’s covered in piss. You’re a fuckin’human toilet you are you little bitch. How come noone knew thatsweet little Britney loved piss in her asshole, eh?”Britney stood shakily to her feet and slipped her soiled skirt fromaround her hips. She now stood in front of her attacher stark nakedexcept for her shoes, socks and bra. All other pieces of clothinghad either been taken from her or were soiled beyond use..“Tell me what you want me to do now Britney,” Clarence demanded. Thesound of silence from the shaking teenager opposite him. “TELL ME!”“I…I…don’t under…..stand, sir,” Britney stammered. “I just wanna gohome to my folks. I haven’t done you no harm, please sir let me go.You’ve had your fun with me, I’m just a scared little girl who wantsto go home….”“You’ll go when I let you you cunt! Now tell me what you want me todo bitch. Come on it’s about the only thing I haven’t done to you sofar. I’ve made you piss and shit yourself on camera, I’ve fucked youin the ass, I’ve come on your face and in your mouth, I’ve fistedyour cunt and your asshole, I’ve masturbated your sweet, sweet barepussy till you came for the first time and I’ve pissed in yourrectum. The one thing I haven’t done Britney, the one thing…..isfuck you properly in the cunt. To take your cherry you sweet teenagevirgin whore.“Oh please no…please NO!”, Britney vainly cryed. Throughout theonslaught she hadn’t noticed somewhat ironically the one thing hehadn’t done was fuck her and take from her the one thing she couldnever get back, her virginity.” Keep that sweet little cotton bra on Britney and get back on thefloor on all fours. I’m gonna fuck Miss Spears good and proper atlast.”Britney struggled back onto her hands and knees and braced herselffor what she prayed would be the final onslaught.From behind Britney looked fantastic. Her f******n years meant thattrue woman’s hips had yet to form on her frame and as such her asswas just so damn tiny and hard. Splayed on her knees her buttockshad parted and her sore, red ring was clearly visibly. Beneath herring lay paradise as far as Clarence was concerned; the hairless,virgin hole of a teenage girl. God his huge black cock was gonnamake her scream he hoped. He reached out with his hand and startedto nuzzle Britney’s labia apart with his middle finger. The girl wasas dry as he’d predicted so he reached into his carry sack andextracted a tube of lube. Squeezing a generous squirt onto twofingers he lubed up the teenager ready for his finale.Britney felt him at her once again but was simply too tired anddistraught to flinch or recoil away from the certain pain she knewdeep within her was once again imminent. She began to think backover the past few years when she’d fought Justin over her virginity.Justin had started to demand Britney let him do her as she called itbut she’d stood her ground as her mother had told her to and refusedto submit to him. Sure she’d sucked him off, even allowing him tocum in her mouth a coupla times but there was no way she’d let himput himself anywhere near her pussy. Besides it was i*****l forJustin to fuck her as her momma kept reminding her.“Brace yourself baby one more time, ” Clarence leered. “I’m gonnaslip into you and fuck you good you little teenage cock tease. Thisone’s for all the young boys you pout and strut for on the TV. Doyou know Britney, just how many young boys cum over pictures of youevery day you bitch? Britney, answer me you bitch, how many?” “I……I’m not sure. What doya mean?” she stammered quietly.“Thousands, absolutely thousands. And do you thank them? Do ya? Thefuck you do you bitch. Well I’m gonna set the record straight andtake your cherry right here and NOWWWWWWW!!”Clarence thrust himself forward suddenly and harshly his huge memberforcing it’s way into Britney’s teenage passage. She screamed inpain as her vagina was forced apart to accommodate his girth. SlowlyClarence’s 13¨ began slipping deeper and deeper within her until hisballs were tight up against her clit. He started pulling out thenin, thrusting himself slowly at first then, as Britney’s body beganto react and lubricate itself, faster and faster.Britney’s head collapsed onto the floor and with her ass thrust inthe air Clarence pummeled her with his black weapon. GraduallyClarence’s breathing quickened until he was panting uncontrollably;suddenly he froze with his cock deep inside the teenager. He spasmedonce, twice then again and again and again and…..

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