Britney's Ordeal

Disclaimer: This story is meant as pure fantasy. It does not condone such implied actions within this story as anything to be performed against anyone’s will in real life. Kidnapping is illegal.

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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 he 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, stiffling 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....