Britney’s Ordeal

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Britney’s Ordeal

PART I: The Bed

    Britney awoke groggily from her sleep to find her hands tied above her head and ropes criss-crossing around her body. She was pretty sure she was still dressed, but her angle on the table and the rag stuffed in her mouth made it tough to look down at herself, especially with the way her head was ringing. She didn’t feel like she’d been drunk, but everything was hazy and there was a bad taste in her mouth. She was alarmed and frightened at her current state, but not as freaked as she knew she should be considering the circumstances.
    She looked around her to see her friend Bethany from the dance group against the wall, tied as well, with her arms up high suspending her prone form. She looked sweet, asleep as she was in her skirt and top. She seemed to be shackled to the wall by some sort of exercise piece, like the ones some of her boy friends might have to practice for football or martial arts. Britney felt excited in a strange way, and her thoughts seemed far away. She looked down at herself again, trying to remember her last whereabouts. She was still in last night’s spaghetti-string tank top, the tight one with the low cut neckline, the one her mother never would have approved of. She could see through the blurry vision her own lacy bra top revealing partially from the flimsy garment. And she was in her short pleated schoolgirl skirt and shoes; the high-heel ones that laced around her ankles and calves. So she had gone to the party, met up with Bethany, and.. and then what?
    Binding her ankles now were ropes that snaked around her laced ankles, holding them together and securing them to the bed’s footboard, and then ran around her legs, wrapping around her knees. Her skirt hem had risen to reveal her matching panties and soft young thighs, and it suddenly made her nervous in a ludicrous way that someone might find her that way. Ropes and cuffs seemed to be hanging all over the bed and room, which seemed to be someone’s bedroom in an apartment. One rope was across her knees and wrapped across the bed, while another did the same securing her under her supple young breasts. That one seemed to have been tugged at when she was initially bound, as it was the cause of the pulling at her top that revealed her bra. She was helpless, and completely tied down. She tried to look up, around her long, strait blonde hair that framed her face, to see her tied wrists, but it was no use. She was at the mercy of her captors, and she was deeply terrified of that fact somewhere within her warm, toasty mind.
    She could then hear, though muffled by the muddy state of her concentration, a group of people, men?, coming up the hall, and keys opening a door, and then the voices louder as they were in the same adjoining rooms, and then the keys again, mixed with laughter and talking, and then they were in the dimly lit room with her, looking at her, some leering. But one, their leader it would seem, looked down at her with less contempt, but had instead a sexy knowing smile that made her nervous and she felt herself get wet despite her apprehension.
    He was young and handsome, with short hair and a young-ish face. His shirt was off showing toned muscles. He frightened her at the same time as a strange excitement that she knew she should not, considering her predicament, be feeling. Somewhere in the recesses of her working mind she’d finally figured out that she’d been drugged somehow, and that she felt pretty toasty. He hovered over her face now, speaking into her ear in a way that set her body on fire.
    “Hello, Britney. I’m Chad.” Chad began to wind a lock of her blonde hair around his finger. “Me and the boys here have been watching you for some time now, and your young career. I’ve wanted you for some time, but reading interviews with you has led me to my.. to OUR current course of action.” His hand now rested on her knee threateningly. His face went in and out of focus as her adrenaline mixed with the drugs in her system and she began to sweat. “You see, we could no longer sit idly by and watch you dancing up there in your tight clothes and teen-age body, all sexy and cool and enticing, only to hear you naively and hypocritically brush your own actions aside under the pretences of your religion.” His hand was brushing now, up and down her leg. “After reading about your chastity in the form of a devil in a dress I said to the boys, ‘ya know,” and he ran his hand again up her thigh, nearly to her panty line, and she sighed through the rag, “somebody needs to just fuck the shit outta that girl.’ So here we are, Britney. We’re here,” he said, as his hands brushed over both her breasts, making them sway briefly against the ropes and her own garments, “to make you love us, and to open yourself to your own sexuality,” his hand ran down her ribs and the ropes that wrapped her, “instead of leaving you to prance around as a naive tease.” And with that he tickled the lace between her thighs with the slightest touch, and she moaned aloud in realization; half sob, half a sigh of pleasure, as she pulled at her bindings and looked away from his devilishly handsome eyes.
    “Boys,” he said, and Britney looked to see Chad’s entourage of six?, seven? guys, all about Chad’s apparent age. They all looked like jocks, with their shirts off and shorts, some with short bleached hair and others with piercings, one with long brown hair. They all began to take their shorts off to display swim trunks or boxers, and they were all apparently aroused. She looked dreamily at them, not yet fully comprehending what was happening, until they all began to touch her, and run their hands over her sweaty body. She whimpered, squirming beneath ministrations and writhing in her bonds. She began to panic, but Chad ran his hands down her face, pulling the hair from her eyes. “Shh, “ he whispered into her ear huskily, and her soul melted. “You’re going to enjoy this, whether you know it or not.” Those eyes, those sexy eyes. He had been at the party last night.
    “Oh man,” said one of the many boys in the room. “We’re gonna fuck Britney. I can’t wait to taste this bitch.”
    Chad kissed her neck and earlobes, running his fingers across her tits, already bringing the nipples beneath the top to an erect state against the lacy bra and despite her volitions. “So young and sweet smelling. So hot and beautiful. Mmm. You have to fuck us, Britney. You’re not going anywhere.” His tongue delved into her ear, and she shook visibly. “We had to bring your friend along too, I’m afraid. We couldn’t pass up a brunette as hot as her. We’ll teach her our lessons as well.” And his began to knead her left breast with his hand as he hoarsely whispered, “or would you rather teach her?” Chad took his time seducing her. Licking her face and neck while his fingers rubbed over the protruding nipples and slithered in and out of her top. Britney saw the glitter from the make-up on her face and neck now sparkle on Chad’s fingertips and lips. She could feel pairs of hot hands all over body, but Chad’s were the most obvious in their caresses somehow. And she could not deny, through the haze of her drugged mind, nor through the tears of fright, that she had begun to sweat all over in anticipation of what they might do next, or the touches she now felt. Hands ran over her thighs, over the ropes and laces, playing with her skirt hem while a rough tongue left wet places above the ropes on her knees. Another tongue delved into her exposed navel while a set of fingers began to rub the lace panties between her legs. A pair of lips were sucking at her shoulder and neck, not the side Chad was on, though, while another worked over her toes around the bindings of her shoes. But all the while Chad licked and kissed lightly, whispering gruffly into her ear while his touches rarely left her ever-revealing tits.
    But his friends were becoming more impatient. One stood above them, simply watching as he absently stroked himself through the boxers he wore, all the while drinking a bottle of wine. “Man, all that poetry shit you say to her. Let’s just fuck her, dude.”
    Chad never stopped touching Britney as he looked over his shoulder at his friend. “Now now, Michael, she must be wooed. We’re teaching her, and we’ll all get our chance.” He looked back at her with that sexy smile again. “All of us. She needs to be taught the enjoyment that we are bestowing upon her. If you’re so horny, why don’t you begin to wake her friend over there.. slowly. Still, you do have a point. Perhaps the show should get moved along a bit. Boys, the knives. Leave the bindings for now.”
    The men in the room all produced knives of all kinds from their shed garments while Chad again whispered in Britney’s ear, “Shh, baby... This isn’t the part that will hurt.” Chad himself pulled a knife from below her vision. She felt the blades slide against her naked thighs, and sweaty chest. Chad’s own slid between her skin and the straps of the top she wore, easily slicing them away with its sharp edge. Meanwhile another was cutting its way around the rope that held her down to slice open the side of her top. Chad pulled it off of her from beneath the bindings, revealing her sweat-glistened skin under her lacy bra, her breasts heaving with her labored breaths. Hands began to pull her panties from her hips as another knife cut away her skirt from under the ropes. A tongue instantly found itself between her already soaking thighs and a blade rid her of the panties with a few quick cuts. She was now naked save for her bra, shoes and the ropes that bound her, and Chad was already beginning to pull at the edges of the lacy top garment. He bared her right breast first, and was clearly impressed. She had begun to blossom so much in the past few months during her ascension in popularity and business, here in her budding years. The boys all certainly seemed to appreciate them, but none had ever been so bold as Chad.
    “Man,” said one of the young men, “she’s got one HOT bod. Scope this pussy. She’s a true blonde, alright.” The others chuckled at this as they all ran their tongues over her squirming body. She felt a pair of teeth nip at her skin, fingers pinching, a knife held at her pussyfur threateningly, shaving away some of the hair. Britney screamed through the rag, sobbing. Chad removed the gag and quickly replaced it with his tongue. She tried to pull away from the invading, slobbering kiss, but she was forced to take his tongue down her throat, stifflung her scream and leaving her breathless.
    Chad pulled back for a moment. “You see,” he said, “She wants us.”
    “P-please, ungh.. oh god...” Between the touches assailing her senses and the chemicals in her veins she couldn’t find a way to complete her sentence. She looked at Chad as he was encircling her nipple with his tongue, causing it to become erect again to a near painful state. The sensations were amazing and enticing, but they were molesting her and she was scared... or at least she knew she should be. She looked over Chad’s head, trying to push what his mouth was doing to her right breast out of her mind, but what her vision found was equally disturbing.
    There, against the wall, Bethany had begun to stir due to the attentions of the boy with the wine bottle. He was pulling open her blouse and running his tongue along her jaw and over the ample mounds that he was revealing, running his free hand through her dark hair. He was not as content to take his time with matters as the other men who followed Chad, though, and raised Bethany’s tight skirt up around her hips showing off the high-cut panties she wore. The blouse buttons popped off as he finished ripping the shirt open. Bethany gazed at the man through half-shut eyes before he began to kiss her ardently. She seemed to follow his advances at first, then try to turn away as he began squeezing her breasts through the bra she wore. The man laughed, pulling his knife and cutting the bra free from the opened shirt, Beth’s tits swinging out gorgeously. He took a swig of the wine and kissed her again, hard, sucking at her lips and biting her skin. Britney could see the wine run from their mouths, making Beth’s chin and neck damp. The man pulled away again, this time pouring some of the wine down Beth’s front, soaking the opened blouse and her bunched up skirt. Bethany’s tits glistened with the juice and this spirited the young man on. He licked her face as she moaned and struggled against the shackles that held her prone against the wall. He ran his tongue in long sweeps down her chest, sucking briefly on the roundness of her breasts causing them to momentarily bounce when he freed them from his quick actions. He began to tease her nipples, biting them in little nibbles as his left hand dove down the front of Bethany’s panties. She cried out in a stifled sob and visibly shuddered at the intrusions of his digits. He sucked at her neck and bit her nipples over and over and pulled the thong panties down from her hips, exposing her brown hair beneath. Britney noted with some interest between the sensations of the lips running over her own flesh that her friend had kept her bush trimmed to a bare minimum, a fact that she had not, until that moment, known.
    Now the man assailing Bethany was licking at the wet hair between the girl’s legs, pouring bits of wine over the girl’s exposed stomach as his squeezed her mounds. Beth was attempting to wriggle free, to stand on her own against the wall, but he was pulling her panties free of her ankles and then spreading each of her legs with his powerful hands and securing them in more shackles chained to the wall. Britney watched as he stood before Beth now, much as a warrior over his captured prize. She was soaked all down her front by the wine and sweat, arms above her in restraints, an open blouse and skirt gathered about her waist, firm young breasts jutted out and her head lolling back and forth, her form naked from the belly down save the chains that bound her. And Britney, for all her fear and loathing of the moment, all her own beliefs being beaten down by the lips and fingers that molested her naked skin, could not help but be aroused even further by the site of her friend like that. She watched in horrid fascination as Bethany cried out again, the man cupping her sex in his hand and working a finger into her as he again sucked at her tits. He worked a second into her as his tongue forced her kisses, and poured the last of the wine over her head dropped it to the floor before cupping her ass cheeks hard and running his fingertips in and out of her juiced up sex lips.
    Bethany moaned and sobbed with each bite, each squeeze, and this only made him more mad with his attack. He got rougher with her, fingering her harder, nipping her stomach and tits. He picked the bottle back up from the floor, ran it down Beth’s front, grinning broadly. Britney did not know what he intended to do to her friend, but Beth’s look of fear betrayed her own suspicians. The boy kneeled before Beth’s spread thighs and placed the bottle between them, spreading her sex lips with his fingers to work the bottle tip in with his other hand. He pushed it into her, forcing her pussy to take in the glass, her twat spreading to envelop the widening bottleneck. He inserted it into her as she screamed and cried for him to stop. He began to fuck her with it vigorously, his free hand spreading her pussy to find her clit and rub and pinch it. “OOH!” Beth cried in pain. The boy pulled the bottle out and brought it to his lips to drink her nectar in, smiling evily, piching her cheek as he glared at her. He dropped the bottle.
    Finally he nipped at her tits once more as he dropped his own boxers, stood before her, and, as Britney watched, proceeded to impale Bethany with his long, hard cock. Bethany bucked and reeled. Slowly upon initial entrance, he melted into her and she squealed. Then he pulled almost completely free, ran a hand through her wine-soaked hair, down across her sparkling breasts, slapping them once, and then cupped her small ass tight as he thrust deep into her. Beth’s scream was cut off by his kiss, and she groggily moaned into his mouth instead, panting heavily as he continued to ram into her. He stood there, holding her against him as he drove her against the wall, fucking her with repeatedly quickening thrusts.
    Britney licked her lips and looked down at her own body. One boy’s tongue was still tickling between her legs, stroking her wet mound and trying to work between her tied together thighs. Another ran hands over her legs, while another still was lapping at her stomach. She could feel tongues on her toes and legs and hands skimming the surface of her skin, some working beneath her trying to find their way between her ass cheeks. And all the while Chad working with all available tools on her neck and breasts, whispering into her ear from time to time just to keep score. They were driving her mad with panic and desire. Her breasts heaved against the ropes that held her down and her head began to twist from side to side, matting her sweaty hair against her head and face. “Ah... AH!”, she cried out, and she still didn’t know if she wanted them to get off her - or never to stop getting her off.
    Chad stood up before Britney and pulled his swollen member from his boxers. He was huge and beautiful, she thought. She didn’t know they could get to that size in arousal, and it frightened her, the thought of him touching her with it or trying to put it inside her. He began to rub his cock across her soaked breasts, slapping them lightly with his hard member, rubbing obtrusivly into them, mixing his own pre-cum with his saliva and her sweat. He reached down beside the bed and brought out another bottle of wine, giving her a swig, helping the bottle top into her lips. She involuntarily drank in her swimming mind state, and then coughed as some went down the wrong pipe. Still, he gave her more as he ran his manhood across her erect nipples again and again. “Boys, I think you can release the ropes from around the bed. Tie her ankles spread, would you.”
    Britney was going to protest, but he again was forcing her to drink from the bottle of wine. Her head began to swim again as many of the tongues on her naked thighs and stomach pulled away, and hands reached across her exposed body - god, she felt so naked - and undid the ropes that ran under her breasts and around her legs, knees, and thighs. She felt Chad cut away the rest of her lacy bra with a POP! and drop it to the floor along with the rest of her destroyed clothing. Her legs were spread and her ankles tied to the bed posts. Britney could feel cool air now against her soaked inner thighs. Her arms were tied to the headboard’s posts, and she was there now, spread-eagle and nude, save her shoes and the wetness that rested on her skin. She breathed quickly, staring at them through long lashes as they looked down at her form. She tried to look away, but Chad had begun to kiss her, his tongue mingling with her own as he climbed onto her body. And all the while she could hear Bethany near her, sighing and moaning and screaming with each thrust into her.
    Now she could feel Chad’s naked warmth on top of her, astride her spread thighs, his chest brushing her nipples as he again nuzzled her neck. “Here we go, baby. This is where the fun really begins. Despite your current state of near hypnosis, this is one day you’ll never forget.” Britney could feel that huge cock of his rubbing over the course hairs between her legs. He was sliding ever so slightly between her legs, up and down her sweat-soaked body, teasing her nipples with his teeth. They were hard nubs now, painfully pleasurable to the touch. Each lick of his tongue made her wetter all the more, but now she was afraid. She’d never gone as far as she was about to be taken. She wasn’t sure about, about....
    Chad straddled her hips and slid the tip of his manhood into her sex lips. Despite her wetness she knew this was going to hurt. She began to panic again. “N-no, ungh, oh, oh god.” She moaned. “Oh my God!” Chad slid slowly, ever so slowly into her hot pussy. “Unnngh, ah, AH!” She cried. She shut her eyes tight, turning her head away, determined now that she should not want this, not now, not like...
    Chad took her face between his hands. “No, you must look at me, Britney. Today you are a mine.” He entered her fully, breaking through the barriers of her virginity. Britney screamed softly, groaning and panting, writhing in the ropes and under his weight. The pain was only slight and passed quickly. He moved out of her again, backing nearly completely out. She sighed, a tear rolling down to mingle with the sweat in her hair. She looked at him as he entered her again, a little faster and a little deeper this time. She arched her neck and back against him. “Oh god,” she said again. She was being raped, molested, taken against her initial will. She knew that now. She also realized at last and for certain - she was loving it. Even if it killed her, she wasn’t sure she wanted it to ever stop.
    Chad was fucking her faster now, moving in and out over and over her soft naked flesh, stabbing into the heart of her sexuality. He was licking at her nipples and supporting himself by his arms, his own sweat dripping onto her neck and face. Still, he straddled her hips, his long manhood working between her legs, fucking her slick sex. And she knew he could go deeper still. “You’re mine, Britney,” he said, sucking at the underside of her left breast. “All mine.” Faster still he moved, in and out of her twisting form. She was still so helpless beneath him, tied into this open position to receive him again and again. She looked around her, seeing the other boys watching, some touching themselves at their prominent bulges. She was at their mercy. Would they take her next?
    “Oh, ah, AH!!!” She cried.
    “You... hear that... boys. That... is the sound... of the end... of innocence.”
    The room was spinning. Around her the young men leered at her predicament. She could hear Bethany’s assailant moan with ecstasy and then Beth’s sobs. She was so hot and she couldn’t move, and Chad was sliding in and out of her faster and faster now, his own breaths beginning to sound as labored as her own. She pulled at her ropes, a knot of unbearable pleasure threatening to engulf her as she moaned louder and louder, arching her back, her breasts jutting out to again be captured briefly by Chad’s lips. It sent sparks of fire through her body as those nipples slid so effortlessly from his hungry mouth. Chad’s own climax on he rise, he steadied himself above her again, staring down at his prize that he was having before any other. The heat between them threatened to burn her up inside and she began to scream in pleasure along with his frenzied pussy-pounding.
    “Aah! Aah! Aah-AH!” Britney shuddered violently, coming is great spasms that sent her vision reeling and stars flooding her line of site, quaking ever more as Chad began to groan his own satisfaction. She felt his hot streams jet into her as he moaned hoarsely, coming inside of her steaming sex. He spasmed once more, grinding his hips into hers before collapsing on top of her hot body. They lay there both, trying to catch their breath.
    He began to pant into her ear, kissing her earlobes as he pulled out of her, causing another involuntary jerk of her body. “That,” he whispered into her soul, “was incredibly powerful.” He nipped once more at her nipples causing her to gasp in excitement before climbing off of her completely. She looked up and him and almost smiled. The others looked down at her intently now, and she knew at that moment that her ordeal was far from over. “Well,” said Chad as he toweled himself off, “Who’s next?”
    “Oh god,” she breathed, turning her head away as two of the boys began to nuzzle her breasts and neck. One quickly ran his hands between her spread legs, licking at her sex lips hungrily, he reached under, working his hand between her cheeks and inserting the tip of his finger into her ass. “N-NO-” Britney sobbed aloud, shaking her head back and forth trying to squirm away from the intruding digit. He ran it into her, working it in and out of the soaked area of her ass and then jabbing it up her cunt.
    “C’mon, baby, this is what you want now,” said one boy. “It is what that hot little bod of yours was made for.”
    Another suggested untying her for more fun. “She won’t be a problem now, do you think Chad? She’s tired out, drugged, and seems to have even enjoyed it.”
    “Yeah,” said the other. “We can all have some fun this time.”
    Oh God, she thought, they’re all going to fuck me. I’m so tired. I don’t think I can take it.
    As if in answer to her silent plea Chad said, “Yes, I think she should learn the pleasures of more than one partner. She seems to be coming along just fine.” He smiled that wicked smile of his as the boys loosened the ropes while another took off his shorts.
    Britney’s hands were left tied together, but she was otherwise freed of bindings and her shoes, surrounded by a room of hungry young men and still unable to walk on her own, especially after the first round of sex. The first two boys began to feel up and hold each leg while licking her ribs, breasts, and kissing her lips. She was forced to responded to the kisses, and eventually did so in a drunken way, going from pulling away in disgust to returning the kisses in earnest and back again. They held her legs still as she first felt the hot breath of a third man on her innermost thigh. She felt groggy again, once again being lulled by the calmer sensations that assailed every inch of her. She felt his tongue work against her sex lips and she sighed in pleasure as he parted those lips with his own. “Damn girl, you taste good.” He began lapping at her clit and all over her pussy flesh and she quickly found herself spiraling back into oblivion. Her second climax came quickly at the attack on her senses, with a man suckling at each young tit while another drank her spasms of come.
    The next thing she knew she was on the floor and one of the men was working his way beneath her, so her sweaty back lay on his stomach. The one who had licked her into orgasm held her arms as his friend maneuvered beneath her, while the other moved around to stand between her legs. There was nothing she could do as the one beneath her began to work his cock between her ass cheeks and into her most secret place.
    “No, n-no, no t-there,” she tried to plea. But it was too late.
    “Oh yes, bitch.” He worked his tip into her asshole and began to enter her. She screamed in a new pain as he slowly worked himself inch by inch into her. She could feel him slowly deepen himself into her and she wriggled and groaned. Finally he reached a point where he could go no further, backed out some, but then entered further into her still, holding her hands as his hips worked his cock into her ass. At the same time the man between her thighs entered her still-soaked pussy, sliding his immense dick deep into her. He pulled out, and then drove back into her again, deeper than Chad had been able to get into her from his former angle. She felt this new cock slide deeper and deeper into her, his own hips and balls finally meeting her pelvis, all the while the man beneath her was working in and out of her, always gaining more ground with each penetration. She began to moan and cry and the two cocks worked their way in and out of her, fucking her ass and cunt. Britney wondered to herself how much more of this punishment she could handle.
    But the boy above her head was about to answer that. “I’ve tasted you baby. You’re turn to taste me, I think.”
    “No. No - ungh - p-please.”
    “Oh yes. You’re not going anywhere. No teeth now.” He kneeled down above her head and worked his cock to her lips with his hand. He was large and swollen, and she couldn’t bear the thought of tasting him. “Open up, Baby. Take it all in.” His shaft worked past her parted lips, into her mouth. Britney sighed against his flesh as it worked into her mouth, back and forth slowly at first, finally reaching the back of her throat. He pulled her head to him, and began working his cock in and out, fucking her face as the other two pounded her from behind and above.
    “Mmph, mmph...”
    “Oh man,” said another young man in the room. ‘This is hot. This bitch is so hot.” Britney looked around her between the thrusts into her lips and the hair that stuck to her face as the tears streamed down her round cheeks. All around her the other men were naked and stroking themselves above her body, each with a long hard shaft in their hands. Chad himself stood above her face, looking into her eyes as she was hammered in every hole, her wrists held as she vainly squirmed against the rape. She could feel someone spreading her legs painfully wide, tickling and tasting her toes, causing her to buck against the impaling men. The man she was being forced to blow reached behind him with one hand to pinch her niplle and rub them vigorously. Her flesh bobbed with the multiple attacks from every direction. Bethany watched her as well, hanging limply in her chains, cum dripping down her legs.
    The pain had turned to frenzied pleasure, and she swam through sensations that threatened to make her pass out. The two men fucking her ass and twat began to pound her faster and harder, over and over and over again and again, working in and out of her at varying speeds like pistons pulling at her flesh lips and slamming backing into her again. The one in her mouth jerked her face up to him with more intensity now, moaning at his own coming climax. She could taste his pre-cum and feel him grow larger and bigger in her mouth. He drove deaper into her throat, causing her to gag and choke, her mouth wrapping tighter on the pounding cock with the reflux, spurring him on.
    “Mmmm-mmmm-mmmMM!!” she exclaimed, moaning around the cock in her mouth as she was fucked from every direction. The men around her all grew more excited. The one beneath her began to pull free as he cried out. The one inside her hot cunt began to slam into her harder still, rocking her further. The one between her lips finally exhaled in a hoarse groan as he jerked in her mouth, his hot cum streaming down her throat and she was forced to swallow his load.
    “Yes, take in, bitch! Swallow me!” He pulled free and some of his jizm dripped down her lips and tongue, only to have him stick it back into her and make her swallow more. Beneath her the man pulled free, and she felt his cum splatter against her ass cheeks while the one above her exited her sex and came all over her pussy and pubic hair.
    Finally the one in her mouth pulled out completely. “AH!! UnghOhgodahAh!!” She was on the verge of orgasm, and looked up at Chad as he came all over her face and hair. She felt the one who had been fucking her cunt still running his cock along the wet valley of her sex lips, grinding against her clit, sending jets of cum onto her abdomen. And then the others began to climax. Each in turn came from their own hand jobs, spurting hot streams of cum onto her naked little body, covering her in their juices. Once more the cock ground her clit and she moaned aloud, shuddering from the orgasm as more white jizm splattered all over belly, legs, tits, and face.
    “AHHHH!!”
    She lay there, shuddering from the intensity of it all, white liquids running down her body, panting for breath and finding, to her sudden surprise, that she was smiling. She couldn’t move if she wanted to, and she nearly fainted from the ecstasy of it all. She was rolled off of her lower partner, left face down on the carpet, nude and still gasping. She hardly noticed the next man spread her legs again and take her from behind, easily gliding his manhood into her sex. But soon he moved faster, slapping against her ass which she tried to raise to meet his thrusts. Whole new buttons were pushed from this angle of deep intensity and sensation, and she quickly came again, sighing in great gasps. The new wetness inside her made her current man all the more excited, and he didn’t last long in his own frenzy. He pulled out of her just before climax, resting his cock between the valley of her sweet little buttocks, still moving between her cheeks for final friction and sending his own streams of cum onto her lower back and ass. Britney clutched at the rug beneath her and squeezed her eyes as the heat of the climax washed over her.

PART II: The Shower

    She didn’t know how long she lay there, shuddering and sighing, the room spinning. Someone picked her up some time later, carrying her out of the room. “Time to clean you up a little, baby.” It was Chad’s voice. She looked about her, realizing now that it was no apartment big instead a rather large, rich house with huge windows and plush furniture. Chad took her into a large bathroom and lay her down on the tile of the shower, a huge chamber with room enough to allow some of them men entrance enough to watch as well. Chad, still naked save a towel, turned on the shower and watched her writhe on her stomach, there under the water that went from cold to hot. The room quickly steamed, and she lay there on the tiles, soaked, allowing the waters to run over her racked body. She turned over onto her back as Chad knelt down to kiss her and suck at her neck, freeing her wrists with the knife he kept near him. The others left at his command, reminding them to bring Bethany when she too needed to be cleansed. Chad removed the towel and ran his erect cock over her face. Britney found herself opening her mouth in anticipation of the kiss of his manhood, but he slipped it past her lips and began to rub it between her breasts. She lazily brought her hands to them and squeezed them together, giving Chad a hollow to run his shaft back and forth through under the steaming waterfall. She began to pinch at her own nipples, the way she often did when no one else was around and she had urges that only now did she fully comprehend. “That’s it. Now you’re getting the hang of it.”
    Britney was no longer who she had been. She was simply a lustful creature, giving in to every whim that these men wished to bestow upon her teen-aged body. Chad sat astride her chest again, still titty-fucking her, running his mammoth cock over her hardened nipples and back between her breasts. He reached behind himself and cupped the mound of her sex, delving a finger into her wetness. She moaned, closing her eyes, still squeezing her own soft skin. He began to expertly finger her as he slid his phallus into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around it and began to hungrily suck at it, grinding her hips down, impaling herself on Chad’s three fingers. His thumb worked at her clit as he slid himself in and out of her mouth, the water splashing her face dizzying her senses further. She came again, moaning around his intruding cock. He pulled free of her lips, running his shaft between her tits again till she began to recover from the orgasm.
    About that time the others entered, naked and laughing, escorting the still-drunken and quite nude Bethany in between them, holding her up until they reached the shower, then letting her drop to the wet floor in front of the couple. Britney watched as Beth gasped against the pools her face lay in, water running from her long dark hair, her small pert breasts and ‘O’-shaped lips as she struggled to right herself. She had been crying and was still more dazed by the drugs than Britney’s current state. Chad lowered himself to whisper into Britney’s ear. “You want her, don’t you?”
    “I -I...”
    “Shh, you do. Admit it. I see the way you look at your friend’s body. Those long legs, that tight bush, that trim form, her small, soft breasts. You want to kiss those lips of hers and caress those breasts. Look at how soft and wet she is, Britney. Kiss her, baby. Do it. Kiss her.”
    Britney rolled from under Chad, crawling like a cat over to her stunned friend. She reached down and ran her nose through Beth’s wet hair, trying to find her neck, and she began to kiss it. Bethany looked up at her and Britney took the chance to kiss her friends soft lips. Bethany looked at her dazedly. “Brit, w-what are you doing? I don’t...”
    “I have to Bethany. I want you.” She kissed her confused friend, full on the mouth. Their lips met and Beth’s mouth opened, only to have her tongue caressed by Britney’s own.
    “No... no,” said Bethany, but she was now being held down by their captors, and her neck arched back with a sigh of defeat, and Britney took that chance to lick her friend’s neck, down to her breasts, taking the sweet nipple into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. She heard her friend whimper, held there by the boys and her friend’s ministrations, completely lost to her inhibitions. Britney took each of Beth’s small breasts completely into her mouth in turn, moving her tongue over and over the girl’s nipples. She could feel her own desires rise again, the shower splashing against her ass high in the air as she knelt over her friend’s supple form. She moved down to taste between her friend’s legs, darting her tongue at the soft curls she found, then the lips of her sex, finally diving into her hole with her soft little tongue, lapping at her juices that came unbidden. Chad moved behind her to take Britney from behind, entering her quickly. Britney gasped momentarily, but quickly returned to eating her friend’s tasty snatch. It became another free-for all in the shower as a boy jammed his own phallus between Beth’s lips while another began to stroak his manhood across Bethany’s erect nipples. Britney entered first one finger, then two, into Beth as she licked faster at the exposed nub. She fingered her forcefully, lapping and tasting and licking and biting as she was taken from behind over and over until finally Bethany shuddered under her lips, the walls of Beth’s sex closing around Britney’s fingers as she convulsed in pleasure. She held Beth by the buttocks, lapping at the waves of juicy cum that washed into her mouth, gulping it down and licking still at Beth’s clit. The over-sensitivity of Beth’s orgasm was too much for her. She bucked and thrashed against Britney’s lips as she drank her, trying to turn her hips away from her girlfriend’s clutches to no avail. Britney felt her own orgasm on the rise, and came soon after Chad did, his own desires met as he streamed his jizm al over her back. .
    Britney lay there under Chad, the shower still running over them as she listened to the others finish having their way with Bethany, looking at the scene once more in time to see a man cum on Beth’s breasts. She thought of how it excited her to see that, how it had excited her to watching it coming down on her. She passed out at last, exhausted completely.

PART III: The Wall

    She awoke to find herself still nude, shackled in the first room she had been in, her belly faced against the wall, her limbs spread-eagle. Her hair was still damp and she flung it aside as she tried to look around her. She was alone. No voices seemed apparent in the house.
    Chad had left her, and strange as it was that angered her. She realized that she had somehow perversely begun to trust the young man who had assaulted her body, taken her virginity, and allowed his friends to have their way with her and her friend. Bethany. Where was she? Had they taken her with them but left Britney naked and alone?
    She looked down at herself, her breasts brushing the wall, the shackles holding her firm. She realized someone had shaved her pussy completely, leaving it smooth and naked. She was tired and hungry, and figured it to be afternoon by now. She had no idea how long she had been in this house, where she was, or if she was ever going to be freed. She was beginning to wonder why she had been left there alone when the answer unlocked the front door.
    She heard voices again as men came up the stairs and entered the room. “Holy shit,” said the lead one. She looked over at them defiantly, her eyes peering through blonde strands. The men were strangers to her. Three that she could see, they seemed about the same age as Chad and his friends. “Holy SHIT,” he said again. “Its Britney. That DOG. He said he left me a surprise, but.... Holy SHIT!”
    “Uh,” said one of the other boys more uncertainly, “is this legal, man?”
    “Shuddup, man. Chad knows what he’s doing. Like you’ve never been in my room before, anyways.” The boy began to walk over to her slowly, his eyes told her what he wanted from her. She watched him, deciding not to say a word, that she would be defiant to the end. “I mean, we’ve got Britney here, in my house.” He stood behind her, touching her naked shoulders and back, letting her hair sway across the tight muscles. “This sweet, sexy, teen-age star. And she’s naked. And she’s tied.” He ran his hands down her sides, up to tickle the cups of her breasts, down to run the length of her inner thighs. “And she’s all ours for the taking.” Both his hands snaked around her belly and down to tease the newly shorn skin between her legs. “And I do mean to take you, bitch” he said finally into her hair. Britney could not suppress the sob.
    This new boy began to run kisses down her back and over the firm roundness of her ass as he pulled his shorts free. He stood up, and she could hear him take his shirt off. She faced the wall, her breathing ragged from anticipation. Then he was against her again, naked. She could feel the length of his exposed shaft standing at attention between her ass cheeks, his chest resting at her back as he reached around to cup her breasts, fondling them, squeezing them expertly, running fingertips over her soft nipples as they became hard, betraying her hidden desires. Still she could not ignore him any more than the tears that ran down her cheeks, and she sniffled and sobbed, but it only spurred him on. In some ways she felt more trapped and unaware than before, completely immobile and facing the wall, unsure of what might come next or who would be taking her. He was rubbing against her back, moving his hands over her naked form, her mound grinding against the wall. She realized to her dread that she was becoming wet, her own juices runnng in a tickle down between her legs. Her attacker seemed to sense this, a fingertip following the arch of her lower back, down between her ass cheeks, around her inner thigh, finally running through her outer sex lips, then delving in a bit. She gasped, shutting her eyes, her cheek to the wall as he put a hand to the small of her back to keep her from moving. He began to move his finger in and out of her, and then exiting her hot snatch. She heard him taste his fingers and sniff at them. Britney imagined that she could taste Bethany still on the wall.
    “Mmm,” he said. “Here, taste.” He rubbed his finger lightly across her lips. But instead of biting her oppressor she tasted his digit with the tip of her pink little tongue. He inserted his finger into her mouth and she sucked at it, tears still flowing down her cheeks. “Yeah, Brit. You taste sooo good and fresh. Mmm, suck it, bitch. Mmm, that’s right.”
    “I don’t believe it,” said another.
    Britney sucked at his finger, pulling it deep into her mouth. He suddenly pulled it free, though, grasping her hip with one hand and reaching around to glide himself into her pussy with the other, his bare hand exciting her naked mound. He entered her violently, stopping about a quarter of the way as he hit a tight spot, backing out, working himself back in, inch by inch. “Ah..oh...oh!” sobbed Britney against the wall. He plunged into her at last, up to the hilt. “Ahh!” she screamed aloud in surprise, denial, and lust. She could feel him deep inside her, working her against the wall, his hands on her narrow hips. He began fucking her harder, faster. She pulled at her wrist bonds, her ankles straining in their own shackles as she stood nearly tiptoe, taking him in as she arched her back, her ass towards him. He moved to kiss her from behind, their lips locking, tongues mingling and parting between each of their gasps and moans, her tears still staining her cheeks. He bit her lower lip, sucking at it and pulling, realeasing it only to bite her shoulders. Finally he moaned louder which each thrust. smacking her boney behind with each stroak, harder and deeper each time, until he at last pulled free and splattered her buttocks with his cum.
    She could feel it still running down the backs of her thighs when she was again invaded from behind, this one performing much the same, but lasting less time, already excited by what he had seen. He started out slow, moving in and out of her. She could feel every inch of the boy as he slid into her, deep, and then back out again. He squeezed her breasts tightly, pulling at the nipples and sending sparks of pleasure all the way to her stomach. He started to moan though, quickly increasing the speed of his thrusts. He pulled out in time to send streams of hot cum high up the arch of her back, pinching at her nipples as he groaned his approval. She shuddered and gasped as he pulled free, riding the waves of her own approaching orgasm.
    Finally she sensed the third one behind her. The one who had remained quiet until now. She perceived what seemed to be a leather belt running down her back and hips, then felt it slide up her innermost thighs. Then nothing. Suddenly it came; a swift smack of the leather belt across her ass cheeks. She cried out, startled and pained. He struck again, this time hitting her back and shoulders, then her butt again. He lashed at her again and again, not with great force or anger, but the sudden cracks across her naked flesh sent a mix of pleasure and pain up her back. Still the tears came unbidden. Then he wrapped the belt around her belly, pulling her back from the wall towards him. She felt his erect phallus against her legs. He dropped the belt, cupping her breasts as he slammed into her pussy, impaling her onto himself. She cried out in pleasure and surprise. She could swear she heard a camera snap.
    She felt the waves of ecstasy rise again, only to stop momentarily as he suddenly pulled free. She thought for a moment that perhaps he had lost his hold of her, but then she felt his fingers plunge into her soaking pussy, only to exit and run deep between her legs and plunge into her anas. He used her own juices to further lubricate her before replacing his fingers with his engorged cock. She wailed as he slowly entered her. He slapped her ass with his free hand to quiet her, entering her another inch. She whimpered and gasped until he finally stopped at the top, pulling back some, then entering her again. He pressed her by the small of her back against the wall. She stuck her butt out as he kept riding her, but it was evidently not the position of dominance he wanted. He slammed her whole body against the wall with his own, still deep inside her. Her breasts spread out against the wall, and she turned her face away from it. She could feel his thighs against hers, his cock buried deep in her, his chest hairs tickling her back, his breath at her ear. He pounded faster now, fucking her with a frenzy. He briefly ran his hands over the sides of her breasts in his excitement, but instead settled with holding the backs of her hands, interlacing fingers as he fucked her again and again. Britney felt her hard nipples rubbing against the wall, felt his shaft reach her deepest recesses again and again as he groaned and panted in her ear. She felt the sweat between them run down her lower back, felt her passion rise. She screamed as she came from the ass-fucking, her sex mound grinding against the wallpaper. “AHH! ah! ah!”
    He came right after her. She heard him grunt and moan as he shot his hot cum deep into her ass. He pulled free and smeared some of his hot liquid between her cheeks as he moaned against her back. She hung there, exhausted, still spread against the wall, trying to catch her breath.
    Britney became aware after some time that the others had left and that she was alone in the room again. She heard some talking downstairs as some people left, and then she knew she was no longer alone. She tensed, not sure who or what was in the room with her, standing behind her, gazing at her naked backside and long, sweaty blonde hair.
    “Hi, baby.” It was Chad. He kissed her shoulder, undoing her bound wrists. “You’ve a concert tonight, and Bethany is waiting there for us.” He undid her ankles and helped her to stand upright. She turned in his arms, tiny and naked against him. She looked up with uncertain eyes. “There’s a limo for us, and you’ll need your strength for the concert - and for afterwards. There’s sure to be a party,” and he grinned that sexy grin, “and I’ve invited some friends.”
    And Britney smiled back mischievously.