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Subject: {ASSM} Britney Speared (M/f, rape, celeb)
Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 16:10:13 -0500
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At the instance the final chord sounded the lights were extinguished and
Britney's trapdoor descended out of sight of the audience. The body
guard was already waiting to escort her away from the arena. It
surprised the body guard that she accepted him even though he wasn't the
one who had seen her out yesterday or been with her from the hotel
earlier in the evening. In the gloom behind the set it wasn't easy to
see so maybe she just didn't realise that something might be wrong. The
musicians could be heard getting ready for the expected reprise of her
latest single. Slowly the audience started the cheer of "encore". The
cry grew but the music couldn't restart until Britney's silohette could
be glimpsed back atop the tower. But she wouldn't appear tonight; she
was following his tugging at her sleeve. He was taking her to a private
encore for one.

Once or twice the encore had had to be cancelled when a security or
technical problem arose. For a few minutes no one in Britney's entourage
realised that there was a problem. They heard the stomping of the
audience from the green room. It was beginning to sound ugly. To their
ears the gig had been okay; one of the best. The r/t link from the sound
and lights boys suggested that nothing technical had gone wrong.
Reluctantly her management left the green room so they could get her
back on stage and tell her to stop milking the applause. It was a shock
to them to discover that Britney was nowhere to be found.

The audience finally realised that there would be no encores tonight and
they left the thearte. Traffic was light; the city had warned everyone
to avoid downtown at the time the concert was due to finish. No one paid
attention to the few vehicles that drove past, which included a van with
blacked out windows disappearing round the corner.

Whilst her management had been strolling out of the green room and the
audience had headed for the doors Britney had been guided by this body
guard into the blackened van. Nothing had been said between them. She'd
followed or rather nearly dragged because he was holding her wrist
tightly. Once out of the thearte he had opened the door of the van and
almost thrown her in. Before she'd had time to recover her balance the
tires squealed and she fell head long into a seat.

He could no believe his luck. Not even in his wildest dreams had he
expected to get back stage let alone to have escorted Britney Spears
from the thearte and into his van. And no one tried to stop him. She'd
gone along as if after every performance she was hustled out by a
gorilla-type. Perhaps that was the reason for his success; he looked the
part. He was dressed like all the body guards on her team. He knew that
to his cost after they had beaten the crap out of him earlier on in the
tour. Not that then he had intended to harm her but the heavies took a
dislike to the way he was loitering about during rehearsals. Whilst she
was doing the sound check the goons took him round back of that thearte
and beat him senseless. Now it was time for revenge. Hurting them was
impossible. They were bigger than him and there were more of them of
course. But there was only one Britney Spears. It was their job to
protect her and they'd just failed.

After an uneventful ride he drove into the underground garage of his
apartment building. At every intersection he had expected to see a cop
car pull up behind him and order him to stop. Not a squeak. Either they
hadn't heard about his abducting the princess of every teenagers'
fantasy or they weren't looking for him ... yet. So things had to happen
quickly. Luckily it took about the same time to ride from the thearte to
the appartment building as it took to go to her hotel. Also she'd always
been driven into the hotel's underground car park. The element of
surprise might still be with him. He hoped that Britney would not be too
spooked and that he could subdue her quickly.

Opening the van's side door slowly he made sure that there was no
possibiilty of escape. A burlap sack ready open in his other hand. He'd
waited a little while to adjust his eyes to the dark. Only the emergency
exit sign gave light in the garage. The interior light in the van didn't
come on; the bulb was in the glove compartment in front where he'd put
it earlier. What a stroke of luck that she started to speak as the door
opened. She was ready to get out. As her foot touched the ground so the
sack came down over her head. Her babbling worked like sonar. The
sudden-ness of it gave him time to fasten it securely before she fought
back.

Effortlessly he scooped the star up and carried her across the garage
and into the elevator. Once inside things became more difficult. She
began fighting back. Overcoming his own reluctance he punched her in the
side of the head, which as she went limp he presumed had knocked her out
cold. At least with her in that state man-handling her into his
apartment would be simple. Though it was a shame that her terror would
not start to rise until she came round. He'd have liked it if it were
grabbing at her now. But he could wait a while.

"Actually, it's better like this", he thought, "I can see the fear
ignite in her eyes."

Inside of his apartment was nothing exceptional. Small lobby gave access
to all the rooms. The lounge area was also open to the bed room. He
quickly dropped her lifeless body on the bed. Britney stirred. Quite why
he thought his plan would work he didn't know but he'd prepared the bed
anyway. There were restraints already attached to the four corners. As
consciousness slowly returned her limbs were quickly secured so she was
spread-eagled on the bed.

Now the adrenalin kicked in. He started to pant and his legs almost
buckled below him. The excitement and excilerataion almost too much.
Wanting to watch the expression on the singer's face as she came around
he struggled to undo the cord that secured the burlap sacking. The more
fumbling the slower it became and the more terror would be lost to
vision. After what seemed like hours but was really only a second the
cord was loose and the sacking pulled off. For every one in the room to
see there was Britney Spears tied hand and foot.

Without stage lighting and after a concert performance her appearance
wasn't so immaculate. Hair matted over her face; the sack hadn't helped.
A film of perspiration across her forehead and it puddled in her bare
midrift. Cool air from the air conditioner dried that sweat quickly and
brought up goose flesh up on her arms and midrift. It also hardened her
already erect nipples, which now stuck through the top pulled tight
across her large breasts. That the air conditioning did this to her was
only to be expected after her MTV performance; he had turned it up
especially. What wasn't expected was the open eyes. If terror had been
wanted there it was; the sort of doe-eyed look seen just as a deer is
caught in headlights moments before it is struck down. Then came the
struggle. Red whelts appeared at her wrists and on her ankles, which
would only be seen later.

Waking required action. The pleasure of having kidnapped Britney Spears
from under the noses of her minders and whisked away to his apartment
brought a lapse of concentration. A twitch at the side of her mouth
reminded him that the gag was missing. He'd have to risk being bitten
but she had to be kept quiet. If needs be he'd slug her once more but
that would slow things down again. The fun would be to have her awake.
Franctically twisting her head she evaded the gag for a moment but he
was too strong for her. The cloth was wrapped over her mouth and tied
behind. He wanted to hear her speak so the gag would only be temporary
until he could take his eye off her and crank up the stereo to drown out
any screams. With the stereo blaring this stage was now set for a
one-time performance.

"I'm gonna remove the gag now. Just a momentary precaution. You can
scream all you like but no one will hear you above that noise."

"What dddo you wwant?" She stammered.

"Isn't it obvious? No hold on ... you don't know how three weeks ago
your thugs beat the shit out of me in Baltimore. So I'm gonna take my
revenge out on them by harming the one person they are supposed to
protect. And whose that, Britney, why you of course."

"What are you going to do?"

"As your goons fucked me up I'm gonna fuck you; maybe even knock you up
aye? Wouldn't that be lucky?"

"Please no ... don't ... I'll make them apologise."

"But whilst that'd perhaps teach them some manners it won't teach them
the unforgettable lesson."

"What's that?"

"That they couldn't protect you from being raped and that they were the
reason you got fucked in the first place."

"No I'll make ... them apologise to you. Tomorrow. On stage tomorrow?"

"Too late. I've decided that apologies aren't enough. Your sweet little
cunt is what I want."

"NO! ... I'm still a vir..." As the word started from her lips he looked
at her as a starving man looks upon choice steak. But before she stopped
herself her face betrayed that she knew it was the wrong thing to have
said. Until that moment he hadn't really meant to go through with the
rape itself, just give her a shock and give her goons a lesson. But
this, this couldn't be passed up.

"What! So it's all true. You don't wannbe fucked before you run up the
aisle? You mean I get to bust your cherry and shatter the dreams of
every little wanker whose sister thinks she's you and every motherfucker
who wants his daughter to be like you? I get first fuck of the virgin
queen of pop Miss Britney Spears herself. The payback's better than I
thought."

Mad with the thought that she was about to be deflowered by some oof
unknown to her she started to struggle again.

"You won't break them so save your energy." He said as he tried to find
his camera. Why he'd not thought of setting up a camera earlier he did
know. Perhaps unconvinced that he'd get away with it. After some
rummaging through drawers eventually he found his camera and several
rolls of film. This was a photo session not to be missed.

Flash light revealed a somewhat spartan room. Phone of the bedside
table. Curtains drawn. Digny decoration. Only the flash was bright. The
only other light in the room came from a small lamp in the over head
fixture. Odour of a room where the windows never opened.

"Comfortable?" As he said this he sat down on the bed beside her. His
fingers trailed around her bare midrift. Then without warning he thrust
his hand under her top. She jumped as if given a mega volt shock. He
gave her breast a squeeze. Warm and pliable. The nipple felt huge---the
other one clearly stood a half inch tall---but it was a little rough.

Slowly the string-lace pulled tight across the top was undone. When only
the last two eyes remained to be undone he ripped it open. Breasts that
every boy wanted pictures of stood proud. Each at least a size 36D. They
could have flattened once the pressure was released but no both were
erect with a dark ring surrounding a perfectly placed nipple smack in
the center. Her nipples looked like ripened logan berries. One day
perhaps a baby would get to suck on them. For the moment they were his.
Absentmindely he twirled one of them between finger and thumb. Firm to
the touch and continuing to harden until they were like steel.

A few photos from various angles with a clear view of her face and her
breasts. There would be no mistaking these for faked images when he sent
them out on the Internet. More delays as he went looking for his
camcorders and stands.

"This really is too good an opportunity to miss. You lying there; me
with photos and footage. You really were born to make me happy."

It took him a little while to rig up the first camcorder and stand. The
angle had to be correct because soon there'd be no chance to reposition
it. When he replayed how he had fucked her every detail must be visible.
His cock stiffened at the thought of rewatching the tape. A few test
shots of her on the bed and eventually he found the right location.

"Just wait there", he joked as he left the bed room. Returning with a
second camcorder he spent as long placing this one. "Got to catch your
good side haven't we. Don't know why I didn't set these up before you
came. One more to sort out and then it'll all be ready." Off he went to
find yet a third camera. "New tape in each one ... yep."

Britney was now crying. She jumped again as he brushed away a tear from
her cheek. He really was enjoying this. Those spare cameras hadn't been
a waste of time. His hard-on became painful as he thought about editing
all the footage together. Maybe he'd send that out too. ... No this was
just for him. With every angle covered he could proceed.

Tight leather trousers are not easy to remove when the girl wearing them
is struggling he thought. The button at the top gave eventually as he
tugged on the waist band. Once that disappeared the side zipper was easy
to open. He jerked them down off her hips but they couldn't come off
because of the leg restrains.

"Shame I was looking forward to selling these" he said. Out of a jacket
pocket came a knife. "Don't worry I won't cut you. There's other blood I
intend to draw from you." He slid the knife up each leg cutting through
the stitching. "Now isn't that a pretty sight? But it seems you still
have these ..." as he grabbed at her panties and sliced them off.
"Nice." Her crotch was covered in a fine blond mesh. She wimpered as he
trailed the blade along the thicker mid-line of her blond bush. He
reached down and mushed the hairs about. Felt like duck down.
 
"You mean to tell me that no one's been up this? I don't believe you."
He picked up the third camcorder and panned down her entire body. "I
think we need to investigate this further", as he poked his finger into
her cunt. 

"NO! Leave me alone! Don't touch m..." she screamed as his free hand
grabbed at her pubic hair and slipt her lips apart.

"Do you think this can focus down close enough to give us a view of your
prestine cherry? Maybe not but it's worth the try don't you think." His
hard-on became painful again at the thought he might get to view this
little fruit repeatedly later. "Anyhow just in case it can't I'd better
take a look for myself." Muffled by her Hawaii-tanned legs Britney heard
him say "I don't believe it she's really virgo intacta. Oh I hope that
this works."

"Argh!" She groaned as he placed the camera between her thighs.

"What a pity you won't ever see that cherry. Arrr. And neither will the
fucker who marries you get to taste it. Hey I know let's take a look."
With that he put the camcorder into review. "You'll be able to see it on
this little screen. Wow there we are. You've gotta see this, you cunt
... your cunt. What you see is what I get."

In front of her eyes was the view screen. She could see her slit growing
in the field of vision and then two fingers either side opening her up.
When the image became still she could see her unbroken hymen. A wall of
skin with the smallest possible pinhole.

"You bastard! I'll fucking ..." She swore in her anger.

"No slut, I'm the one whose gonna be doing the fucking. Fucking you and
busting that cherry. God I hope it's thick and needs a jack hammer to
crack it open. I'm so going to enjoy taking it from you. And your
minders can't do a thing about it now and they'll not have saved it for
your future husband."

"Please don't. I'll get rid of them. Even fire them on stage tomorrow in
front of the audience."

"Oh I don't think that tonight's extra performance will put you in the
mood to perform at all tomorrow."

The camcorder was back on its stand and the focus reset. He stood at the
bottom of the bed. Spread-eagled in front of him was Britney Spears
herself. Now his balls ached at the thought that his was going to be the
first prick inside her virgin cunt. Unable to stand it any longer he
shed his clothes.

"Show time, you cunt. Do you move as much in bed as you do on stage? Are
all those sexy pelvic thrusts for real. Of course, you don't know 'cos
your cherry's still there saved for some wimp of husband." He crawled up
between her legs. "Bet you never even let anyone get to first base. Now
here we are in the final quarter and you're gonna loose it." Watching
her eyes all the time. Terror and fear were such a sweet taste. "But
just how sweet is your cherry?" Again she jumped as if a megavolt probe
had been placed on her clit as his tongue lapped at her opening. "Not
too much of that or you'll be wet."

As he moved up between her legs and over her body he gradually felt her
skin against his. She was smooth. Faint traces of perfume mixed with the
sweat generated from her routines. Then he lunged at her mouth. Holding
her head with both hands he kissed her. She didn't respond. So he
slapped her.

"You'd better kiss me back, bitch." He growled. With that she returned
the kiss as he put his lips back on hers. Her attempt to bite his tongue
halted immediately as he grabbed her breast with a vice-like grip.
Shaking himself free he hissed "Don't try that again."

Once more she said "Please don't do this. I want to remain a virgin
until my wedding night" But she knew it was futile. The next sound she
made was "Arghh!". "You definitely ain't gonna be the last to know about
this."

His prick was now up against her crotch. "Where are your minders now,
cunt?" Relentlessly he pushed against her. It was more difficult to open
her crack than he'd expected. To make sure he was on target he slid his
hand down between them. Her down of pubic hair got caught in between his
fingers. Then he could fell his head up against her bone. A little shift
and he found her cunt lips and spread them like welcoming arms that
wrapped themselves around his prick. Her grunt filled his mouth as he
jerked his hand free. It must be hurting her with the head of his cock
rammed up against her unbroken hymen. He lifted himself up on his hands
to study her face. Tears trickled out of the corners of her eyes.

Without respite he continued to push into her. Shifting his position had
given him the leverage necessary. Then he saw the most fantastic sight.
It was almost as if her face exploded. Those doey eyes were wide open.
Her mouth wide giving out a silent scream. The restaints went taut. With
one more shove he ripped open her hymen. His prick was inside her. She
was tight; her cunt felt like a vice squeezed around his pole. So tight
that it felt as his foreskin would tear off.

"So no cherry left for your husband to pick from your cunt."

"No ... pl-e-a-se. The pa-in ... too much ... plea-se, pl-ea-se. Take it
out."

"NO!" He shouted into her ear. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't sit
down for a week."

"It hurts", she sobbed. He hoped that the tears, which now flowed, were
both from the pain and the future memory that he'd busted her cherry,
that he'd raped her and that she was all alone when it happened because
her thugs were unable to protect her. "It h-u-r-t-s; stop."

He wasn't going to rush this. Neither was he going to do anything to
ease her pain. The muscles of her vaginal wall had contracted around his
shaft. This was no warm apple pie. Each stroke in he pushed hard; as he
pulled back he did so slowly. He wanted her raw inside. It would have
been nice earlier to have licked her pussy more but he thought it would
wet her. He wanted her dry inside for her first ever fuck. A little
admiration of her grew as he pumped away. She really was keeping herself
together or perhaps it was her dancer's training but she didn't pass out
from the pain. After several minutes he knew he was going to come. Then
she began to twitch under him. He really was lucky; grabbed her without
any fuss, taken her virginity away and made her come too---well he
supposed she ought to have something nice to remember of the first time
she was fucked.

"I sure hope this knocks you up you little cunt", he said as he spasmed
and shot her full of spunk. When the last load was delivered he stayed
in her jammed as far up inside as he could be. Feeling his prick start
to soften he pulled out of her as roughly as posible. No reason to miss
that last chance to hurt her; like being kicked in the ribs by her goons
whilst down on the floor.

Britney Spears lay there sobbing. Her cunt wide open, blood and spunk
beginning to trickle out. He jumped up off the bed and once more grabbed
the camcorder. As before he panned down her entire body until her crotch
was in view then he started to tighten the focus upon her cunt and its
little stream. His fingers were getting covered as he again prised her
cunt lips open. It was clear that she didn't like the sensation she was
experiencing from the discharge.

She shoke her head as he asked "Wanna see this? Of course you do." The
tape was rewound again and then the view screen thrust into her face.
Where before she'd seen pink flesh there was now blood and something
white oozing out of what she'd come to knew was her own cunt. He
snatched away the screen from her face as she was blinded by a flash gun
going off. He was taking photos of her again but like the tapes he was
keeping these strictly for his gaze alone.

He left her to sleep. A couple of hours later a noise woke her up. The
camcorders had been removed and replaced with a huge TV screen to which
the last cable was being attached.

"So you're awake. I thought you'd like to see this before I kick your
slutty cunt out of my apparment. Whilst you've been sleeping I've edited
us a little program together ... I'm going to call it 'I'm not a girl;
now yet a woman'."

On the screen she saw herself. Spread-eagled on the bed. She could see
her rapist only occasionally as he fondled her breast under her top. The
violence of seeing which ripped open obviously made her want to puke.
Image after image came on the screen. Her own body naked. Then the one
she'd already seen. Her legs apart. His fingers forcing her cunt lips
apart. What she hadn't expected was the following sequence as she
watched her own defilement taking place. She tried not to look and
closed her eyes but her tit being caught in a hard clench made her open
them again. Then the second one she'd already seen. Whilst she watched
the screen he watched her. He could see that she was revolted by the
sight of her rape.

As the tape finished he said "Baby hit me one more time" and slugged her
again making her pass out. Working quickly he untied her from the bed
and carried her out of his apparment, back to the van. No dignity of
even a burlap sack this time. Again no police cars came near him. He
stopped a block away from the thearte and parked in an alley. Further up
the street police lights flashed. Britney Spears unconscious was
difficult to man handle out of the van. He lay her naked body down on
the asphalt. That's where the police found her half an hour later after
he'd phoned to say where she was. Still out cold she didn't know what a
sight she presented them.

She lay there naked. Her legs and arms once more spread eagled. A
message scrawled across her midrift saying "I'm not twat innocent". Even
the harden cops vomited when they got there for out of her cunt stuck
the microphone she'd been holding when she came off stage. When they
removed it the top looked like a toy spearhead. For that night it was
well and truly that someone had Britney speared.




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