Britney pulled her sweatshirt over her head and
then headed for her dressing room. As she opened
the door she saw the other members of the video
shoot leaving in a group, going out somewhere to
celebrate with the followers hip hop artist’s
always attracted. She saw Dr. Dra and Koolio and
Snoop Doggy and Ice Cue all leaving the building
with all their groupies behind them.
The video shoot had featured all those rap stars
and Britney Spears, pops reigning singing
sensation and idol of teen girls everywhere. She
was also the most lustily sought after blonde teen
sensation that made grown men groan with her every
new song and video. She knew she was the subject
of many a man’s fantasies. But in fact Britney
Spears was still a virgin and had no real idea of
the power of fantasy’s and the resulting climax
her image could cause in the minds and hearts of
men all around the world.
As her bodyguards led her to her limousine to
whisk her away to her hotel, she looked again with
envy at the men all laughing and joking and making
plans to meet at a club later to party and
celebrate. She heard the name of the club being
shouted out where they were going to party at a
club called Rafters.
She leaned back in her seat and slid down on the
plush leather to relax, the shoot had been a rough
one, one in which she had been the object of
attention from all the men there for a rap song
called Perfect Bitch. It was not one her mother
would have approved of and it was shot for the
overseas market, thank god. She had worn some
pretty skimpy outfits in this one.
She arrived home, to an empty house and was alone
with her thoughts. She filled the tub with hot
water and lay in it to soak. Her thoughts went
back to the video shoot and as she laid in the hot
soothing water her hands began to caress her body.
She cupped her perfect 34c tits and pinched her
pink nipples slightly, the sensation causing
familiar stirrings deep in her groin. Her hands
slid down and through her sparse pubic hair. Hair
that she’d had to trim today for the shoot because
of the skimpy bottoms she had worn.
Her slender fingers brushed lightly over her
always-protruding clitoris and as they did a
slight jolt of excitement swept over her just like
always. Her fingers parted the slippery folds of
her pussy and fingers slid inside; her hot cunt
juice coated her finger with her scent.
As she lay there she remembered the shoot and the
images of all those rap stars with their exposed
chests and chiseled bodies undulating by her and
in one scene actually touching their hot black
chests to her back while she danced around them
lip singing to the words of the rap song.
Her fingers were soon probing deeper and deeper
and then faster and faster, rubbing her clit as
her excitement built. She knew she was getting
close to an orgasm so she sped up her hand
motions.
As she came she was thinking of the rap stars all
standing over her tub watching her naked, bringing
herself to orgasm at the thought of them watching
her masturbating.
Her body arched in the water sending water and
bubbles flying all over the floor as a powerful
orgasm raced through her body. Heaving from the
exertion and her breathing labored, her hands left
her pussy and once again caressed her perfect
tits. She could smell the scent of her body on her
fingers the closer she moved her hands to her
face. Having a wicked thought she brought her
fingers to her nose and sniffed, it wasn’t
unpleasant at all.
She flicked out her perfect tongue and tentively
licked the tip of one of her fingers. Not bad she
thought again. Her finger slowly eased into her
perfect mouth and she began to suck on it and
again she was surprised at the taste. Now she
eagerly licked all of her fingers that had
recently been buried deep into the pussy so many
men desired. ‘I am wicked,’ she thought to
herself, ’cause normal girls don’t do this I’m
sure.’
As she toweled off and put on a warm robe and
filled a glass with some wine she again thought of
the men and their ability to go out into public
and party almost like normal people, only rap
stars got treated like royalty and were loaded
with cash. She dug into her suitcase and found the
hidden compartment that held her pot stash and
several rolled joints and fired one up. ‘I am a
wicked girl cause nice girls don’t smoke pot,’ she
thought to herself.
The smoke and wine mellowed her out and she looked
up at the clock and saw it was only 11:30 pm. She
imagined the party in full swing but knew they’d
party till sunrise like they bragged about doing
all the time. She started giggling to herself and
thought, ‘I ought to surprise them all and just
show up.’ She knew though that her bodyguard would
never let her go out without at least the whole
crew to protect her and since it was late she knew
too that she couldn’t go out.
So she smoked another joint and had another glass
of wine she walked over to the suitcases and
opened them up one at a time and looked inside.
Not sure why she was doing this, she put on a pair
of white vinyl shorts that hugged her like a
second skin. She found a black silk shirt she had
worn once before and she remembered the looks the
guys at the studios had given her while she was
recording a song.
It only had one button right about even with her
breasts and the cut at the bottom made it flare
away revealing most of her belly. She found her
black thigh high boots and combed her hair and
pulled it into a ponytail and applied a little
makeup. She looked into the mirror and thought to
herself, ‘I look hot.’
Picking up her handbag, she silently opened her
hotel door and peered outside. Her bodyguard was
in the room next door and she could hear the TV.
She slowly closed her door and quietly walked down
the hallway, giggling to herself at her bravado.
Once outside she flagged down a taxi and climbed
in and told the driver to take her to Rafters
club. He looked back at her and said which one?
She was a bit confused and asked how many of them
were there? He said, “There’s two, and both in
different parts of town.”
She thought for a moment and then said, “Which one
would be for the rap and hip hop crowd?”
He said, “Both do, they’re owned by the same guy.”
While she thought about this new development he
said, “You know you look like Britney Spears the
singer.”
She quickly said, “I know I get that all the time
but would Britney Spears be sitting in a taxi
alone when I’m sure she has a limousine and
driver? Anyway take me to the closest Rafters and
I’ll try my luck there.”
The driver shrugged, turned around and started the
meter and pulled out into traffic carrying cargo
worth millions but not realizing it.
Arriving at Rafters, the driver dropped her off
and she paid the fare and got into the line of
people hoping to get in. A bouncer looking type
was scanning the crowd and saw Britney and pulled
her out of line and said, “You’re in sweet thing,
have fun.”
As she entered the club the music and the lights
assaulted her senses. She had never actually been
inside a real nightclub before and certainly not
one like this. Hundreds if not a thousand of
people were packed inside like sardines. The rap
music was so loud it was hard to think. The
blazing lights repeatedly blinded her by the
glare.
She was literally ignored as she squeezed her way
past bodies moving in time to the music. A hand
squeezed her ass as she went by and when she
turned to give whoever did it a piece of her mind
she saw no one looking guilty everyone was just
dancing. Thinking it may have been an accident she
continued on looking for her rap star friends.
The deeper into the club she went, the more hands
were casually reaching out and copping feels but
always in such a way that she couldn’t tell who
was doing what. No one shouted out IT’S BRITNEY
SPEARS! And for the first time she was feeling
like a normal person. Although she knew her fame
would get her into the club faster and to her
friends she was determined to just act normal.
As the groping became more and more frequent, she
began to feel a little excited and several times
she actually stopped moving and let the hands
wander a little more.
Someone just handed her a drink and because it was
hot and so was she, she drank it with no regards
to what was in it or who had given it to her. It
never occurred to her at all about the recent
warnings concerning spiking girl’s drinks or
slipping in the date rape drug. It tasted good and
she drank it all down. Soon she felt the music in
her body and began to just dance with it, the
lights assaulted her eyes but now it seemed like
magic.
The hot sweaty bodies all around her just excited
her and more drinks magically kept reappearing in
her hands. Men danced with her then moved on, like
no one was dancing with anyone in particular and
dancing with everyone at once. She got into it and
let loose acting wild and crazy and loving every
minute of it.
More drinks and then her world began to spin,
slowly at first, but gaining speed and then she
began to stumble a bit and thinking it was just
the booze. She danced on not realizing the small
knot of men all surrounding her in the club on the
dance floor.
Suddenly she did fall and hard to the floor and
was helped up by two very large black men. This
caused her no alarm cause she was surrounded by
large black men all the time, in videos, her
bodyguards and lots of others.
She started to thank them but realized her words
were very slurred. One of the men picked her up
and carried her out the back door followed by two
others. She was now totally out of it and had no
idea what was going on. They placed her in the
back seat of the limousine and it seemed familiar
to her and as she completely lost consciousness
she remembered thinking, ‘My driver is taking me
home now.’ But it wasn’t her driver or her
limousine and certainly not home she was headed
for.
*
The next day when Britney awoke, she was confused
to say nothing of being hung over and on the verge
of being sick. Her eyes refused to focus properly
because everything seemed too foggy and hazy. As
her senses cleared a bit she realized the room she
was in was in fact hazy from smoke of some sort.
Almost as she realized that fact, she smelled the
sweet smell of pot in the air but stronger and
more pungent than she had ever smelled before.
Her eyes began to focus a bit more now and she saw
about thirteen black men all sitting around her as
they smoked huge joints. Her eyes focused on
several of the men and she saw dreadlocks hanging
from their scalps and their eyes almost appeared
yellow on the outside with red dots for pupils.
There was some Jamaican music blaring somewhere
and it hurt her ears too.
“Hey mon dah cunt is awake.”
Britney attempted to see who had spoken and who he
was speaking to but the smoke was getting her high
again against her will.
“Hey bitch? You awake? Mon you sure do sleep
long?”
Again she tried to follow the conversation but it
was impossible in her state. She did recall though
that she had gone to a party, something had
happened to her and now she was here.
“I need to call my manager,” she tried to say but
it came out as, “I ked to mall my manger.” They
all laughed, she didn’t see the humor in it.
“Please, my name is Britney Spears and I’m very
famous and have lots of money and someone will pay
you to take me home.”
At this they all laughed at her and she was even
more confused. Why were they treating her like
this she wondered? The smoke was really fucking
her up and she knew it and no matter how hard she
tried to clear her mind up, she just couldn’t. She
was higher than a kite and everyone knew it from
her slurred words.
Finally a tall Jamaican man walked over to her and
said, “So you’re the famous Britney Spears heh?
Well bitch look over there and see we already got
three other real Britney Spears here.”
With blurred eyes Britney slowly moved her head
over and looked where the man was pointing and
there she saw three other young blonde’s who did
in fact look a lot like her.
“They too call themselves Britney Spears and soon
they will have a chance to prove it.” He chuckled
at some inside joke and was joined by several
others as well.
“We have decided to find out who is the real
Britney with a contest. The real one will still be
a virgin. There is only one real way to find out
who is a virgin and who is not.”
Now Britney knew she was technically still a
virgin but she had to admit to herself she had in
private shoved several large objects into her
million-dollar pussy in her own private
compartment. Had she bled? She couldn’t remember,
she only remembered thinking how bad she had been
when she had done it. But then it dawned on her,
even in her state, that there was only one way to
prove she was the real Britney Spears, and even if
she did and could, what was going to happen to
her?
Before the Jamaican had a chance to say anything
she blurted out “I could sing for you.” With that
the other girls immediately broke into, “Oops I
did it again,” and they all sounded just like her!
“No bitch, only one test and I’ll make a deal with
you. The bet is this. If you are a virgin, I’ll
let you go, but if not your sorry ass is mine
forever to do with as I please. Now there is only
one way to find out if you’re a virgin or not, and
just so you know, the others are not virgins.”
That silly tune entered Britney’s mind and she
said, “I’ll take that bet and you’re going to
regret it you son of a bitch cause I’m the best
that’s ever been.” Even as she said that she
realized she was going to get fucked my one of
these men!
In her hazy state getting fucked didn’t rank high
on her list of worries. Getting out of there and
going home alive was extremely high on her list
though. If she had to lose her virginity to stay
alive, she would do it. What she didn’t know was
that the date rape drug and Jamaican smoke were
working against her normal defenses.
So as the Jamaican man approached her, her mind
set was to win the bet. Win the bet, prove she was
a virgin and then she could go home to her safe
hotel and then her mommy. She really had no idea
of what was going to happen next.
The big Jamaican man approached her and told
several others to prepare her. She was grabbed and
laid out on the coffee table and they began to rip
her clothes off. She numbly realized what they
were doing, wondering why they were stripping here
in front of everyone, ‘Why not take her to a
bedroom for some privacy,’ she thought.
Then he pulled down his pants and his big fat long
dick waved in the air above her naked body. ‘It’s
fucking huge!’ she thought. Well to tell the truth
it was only about nine inches long at the time but
still growing. Two hands spread her perfect legs
apart and in her drugged state she hoped strangely
that her pussy looked well, perfect! Why did she
think that at this moment? She wondered.
Her perfect body was totally exposed to all the
people around her. Her first ‘fucker’ towered over
her grinning with his pearly whites almost
blinding her. She groggily watched as he lowered
himself down to cover her body with his. He tried
to kiss her, ‘What a nerve this nigger had,’ she
thought.
Even though she wasn’t really prejudiced she still
was incensed that this nigger wanted to kiss her!
It was then she felt his rock hard cock rubbing up
and down against her wet slit. ‘Why am I wet,’ she
thought? Then without a moment to realize what was
happening to her he slid into her perfect pussy.
Not just in, he was buried to the hilt and her
screams were both a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Pleasure? Yes pleasure her body told her that.
He fucked her for just a few strokes then pulled
out. He looked down at her and she wondered why he
had stopped. He announced to the crowd around him,
“No fucking blood, no fucking virgin here mon!”
Then as he poked his big black pole back into her
perfect (well, less than perfect now) pussy he
sang out, “Oops I did it again.” And he fucked her
with a vengeance now, no care for her pleasure,
pure animal lust and even as she wondered about
her virginity, the pleasurable sensations of her
drugged body took over and the combination of
drugs and being fucked for real, took Britney’s
body and mind and she gave in to it wrapping her
legs around his waist and fucking him back with
just as much vengeance.
Suddenly a new sensation took over the pop queen’s
young body and she arched her back indicating her
first vaginal orgasm while being really well
fucked by a man. ‘God, it felt great,’ she
remembered thinking. Like nothing she had ever
felt before. ‘Please god let it keep it on
coming.’ Like a virgin, she let go and gave in to
the pleasure she had never felt before.
He being a master cocksman knew he could keep this
up for as long as he wanted to, and he did. He
continued to fuck Britney’s formerly perfect pussy
for an hour, causing the poor girl to come over
and over again. Even as he fucked her, other men
were being fluffed by the other Britney wannabees,
waiting for their turns. Finally her first lover
shot off deep inside her womb. (And who knows
maybe he impregnated the singing pop teen idol?)
Over the next few days the drugs and smoke and
drink she was ingesting only increased the need
her body had to have more and more. She didn’t
realize it at the time but it wasn’t the same
lover on top of her over the next few days, it was
a series of men, about forty who continued to fuck
her perfect teenage body over and over again
bringing her to so many orgasms she began to fear
she would die from being fucked to death.
On her third day there, still naked, still being
relentlessly fucked by anyone who happened by, she
didn’t care who, just so long as they fucked her,
all she wanted was another orgasm, another high.
Finally she was allowed a rest. To her amazement
no one else wanted to screw her. She moaned, “Fuck
me please, someone fuck me, please, someone fuck
me.” She was almost babbling insanely but the men
had had enough. She had worn them out! They
couldn’t get it up anymore even with the fluffers
doing their best!
Finally exhausted she slept still babbling in her
sleep, “C’mon someone fuck me.” It was decided to
sell her to their African brothers in the white
slave trade. They made a deal to sell her for
twenty thousand dollars and while she was under
the drugs influence, she was transported aboard a
ship bound for the Ivory Coast.
Every crewmember had a taste over and over again
of the formerly perfect body of Britney Spears as
they crossed the ocean. On the Ivory Coast, they
kept her supplied with drugs and alcohol which she
now craved as she served any man who came her way.
She was a big hit in brothels catering to the
wealthy visitors who stopped in at the port.
Luckily her white customers were mostly clean, she
never got the aids virus.
By now she was a little bit worse for the wear and
the drugs had taken their toll as well and Britney
or ‘Charise’ as she was now called, was sold a
Chinese sex merchant for ten thousand dollars.
Here she learned the pleasures of bondage and sex
in bondage and submission. She developed a craving
for opium as well as any other drug given to her.
In her world, if it involved sex and cocks and
pussies, she was all for it. She lived for sex,
drugs and more sex.
After a year of Chinese living where she
understood nothing but selling her body for
pleasure, she was sold again for five thousand
dollars to an Arab slave trader from one of the
desert clans. There she learned the forbidden
pleasures of well. (Here I have to say just let
your minds play games with you. Suffice it to say
the goats never lacked for something to eat.)
After a year of living the nomadic life, ‘Pashal’
(formerly Britney) was sold to a Greek trader
where she learned to enjoy “Greek style love” the
peculiar lovemaking that the ancient Greeks were
famous for. She no longer knew who she was for
sure, only that as long as she was being sexually
used she was happy.
Now In Greece drugs were no longer a part of her
life. Her entire being was focused on sexually
satisfying her needs and the needs of her
customers.
Another year went by and Britney found herself
being sold yet again, and this time for only two
thousand dollars. She knew by their accents that
she was now heading for the Republic of Russia.
Her formerly perfect body and formerly perfect
face now reduced to very much less than perfect.
The ravages of time and constant sex had taken
their toll on her. ‘Klonkaly’ as she was now
called was a wasted and almost deformed figure of
a human. The drugs had made her into a sex
machine. The rough sex she required to get herself
off had left her body marked and her perfect tits
now sagged almost to her belly from being pinched
and pulled and bitten on so often. Her formerly
perfect pussy had been so grossly enlarged that no
man under ten inches in length or seven inches in
girth even caused her to notice he was inside her.
At the age of 22 her looks were pretty much gone.
Her sunken eyes, testimony to countless nights up
for 24 hours at a time, had taken its toll. Her
sallow appearing skin was testimony to too many
hours indoors, out of the sun flat on her back
being used. Her weight loss attributed to her lack
of appetite. She was almost skin and bones now.
Her lethargic response to any question could be
attributed to her need for cock or pleasure in any
form and without it she had no interest in her
surroundings. In these days, her sort of pleasure
would have been a source of nightmares to any
other woman. Fortunately she still had not gotten
the aids virus.
‘Miranda’ was soon sold to a Mexican contact in
Mexico City for five hundred dollars. Britney
could no longer remember her real name. You could
have called her anything as long as she got
fucked. In Mexico, she was taught a new game to
play, one called, for the right bet I’ll do
anything you dare me to do, but if I win you pay
up and if I lose, I belong to you for your
perverse pleasures. The safety net (in her mind)
was that if she lost any bet, her owner would sell
her to the Indians in the mountain villages and
she knew NO one wanted that. So she took all bets
and usually won them.
Miranda had now been a ‘fucking’ guest of Mexico
for almost a year. She had been fattened up a bit
almost back to her previous body weight. Her tits
still sagged a little but not as much due to the
workouts that the Mexican’s made her and the other
girls do early every morning. She was worth more
to them in shape than in the sorry state they had
bought her in. Her long flowing golden locks had
been cut and then her head shaved completely bald.
This allowed her to put on various wigs and become
whoever her owners wanted her to be.
She was also the star performer at the infamous
club called El Diablo where she performed only
three times a week now. She still lived for the
sexual highs alone and hadn’t touched drugs in
over two years now. Her high was getting fucked
and she craved that like most others needed drink
water or eat food. Living in Tijuana now had also
turned her skin golden brown again, and with her
shaven head and lost memory, no one who saw her
connected her with the long presumed dead Britney
Spears.
Once every two or three days she put on special
shows. A dare would be put to her and if the price
was right, she would accept and have to do the
dare. Not that she had any choice because her
owners refused to allow her to turn down any bet
that made them money. Her reward for fulfilling
the dares was often a twenty-four hour fuck-a-thon
in which ‘Miranda’ had her sexual needs filled by
some young Mexican farm hand.
Over the last year or so Britney had made the
marines and navy men who frequented the club while
on liberty pay many thousands and thousands of
dollars to enjoy her. Granted, many of them had to
settle for just fucking the formerly perfect girl,
but the money hit their pocketbooks big time.
So during their next stint at sea, about 100
marines and navy men had come up with a plan and
pooled their money. They came up with the ultimate
dare and this time not only would they not lose
but in return all 100 men would get to fuck this
girl half to death that is if she survived the
dare.
When their tour was up and the aircraft carrier
docked in San Diego, all one hundred chartered
buses to take them to Tijuana, Mexico for the
game.
They drank a lot on the way down and drank more as
they passed through customs and drank more as they
pulled up in front of the El Diablo club. A
spokesman for the group went inside to meet with
Britney’s owners and presented the dare. When he
was through with his proposal even the owners
couldn’t believe it could be done.
As they shook their heads no, he opened up his
briefcase and showed them ten thousand dollars. He
explained the other 40 thousand was on the bus
outside. He explained he would put up the 50
thousand dollars on his bet if they put up twenty-
five thousand dollars, so if she couldn’t or
wouldn’t do it, they won the 25 thousand and her
for a week. But if she could do it, they would pay
fifty thousand bucks for one show.
As the owners huddled together speaking in Spanish
and discussing the possibilities of making a years
income off one show, the marine knew they would go
a head with it. When the owners agreed, they all
shook hands and agreed that that very night
‘Miranda’ would indeed accept the dare. Smiling at
his good fortune, the marine’s spokesman went
outside and filled in the others the details.
That night Britney had already been told about the
bet and she smiled to herself at how stupid men
could be sometimes. She could do what they asked
standing on her head. She also knew she would fuck
all one hundred of the men if her owner’s would
let her. It had been a long time since she had
done a train that long, she would have so many
orgasm’s that she would be in her own personal
heaven.
That night one hundred drunken servicemen filled
the club. ‘Miranda’ was led onto the stage and the
dare was announced.
“Ladies and gentlemen, our friends north of the
border have proposed a dare that Miranda has
accepted.” Cheers erupted from the servicemen at
this announcement.
“The bet is for 50 thousand dollars that Miranda
cannot swallow the cum from 100 servicemen in one
sitting. The bet further states that she cannot
expel any cum until all 100 men have cum in her
mouth. In effect she may have to swallow over a
gallon of cum from the 100 men. If she cannot do
this she has agreed to pay them 25 thousand
dollars and go with them for a week and do
whatever they desire of her. I have agreed to this
bet having being assured Miranda can do this. She
knows if she fails, her week with the American
service men will be nothing compared to what I
have planned for her later if she fails to win
this dare.”
In truth her owners had told her that if she lost
they would sell her to a remote Indian village as
a drudge and village whore and no one would ever
see her again. They also promised that if she won
this one last dare, that they would give her some
money and her freedom. Britney had eagerly agreed
although freedom meant nothing to her at the time
in reality.
The owners listened to the cheers at their
spokesman announcement then as he signaled for two
assistants to come out. The helped ‘Miranda’ up
onto the table and took off what little she wore
leaving her totally nude. Her ankles were placed
in the stirrups and secured there with rope.
Now the contest began and one by one the drunken
service men took their turns forcing their cocks
into ‘Miranda’s’ mouth. Because they had drunk so
much, some of them had taken the chance to piss in
her mouth, trying to make he retch and in doing so
make her lose the bet. She had done this all
before and it didn’t bother her in the least, she
just swallowed whatever came her way.
After a while the men made no effort to hide that
they were peeing first into the formerly perfect
mouth before they came. Fifty men into this,
Britney began to feel her belly fighting and she
wanted to pee but she couldn’t. She didn’t want to
go to that Indian village and she realized that
she really did want her freedom.
At number seventy-five she began to feel really
nauseated and the taste of so much piss was making
her disgusted. The uric acid she had swallowed was
beginning to make her mind wander to thoughts that
she had long forgotten.
At number ninety she was having flashbacks and
beginning to remember things from her past. At
ninety-five she remembered her name and that she
was Britney Spears the ‘once’ pop singing
sensation and that she was still a virgin! But it
was no help because the constant infusion of cocks
and the automatic response of her body forced her
to open her mouth and swallow the piss and cum of
her assailants.
At ninety-nine she had regained her full memory of
all events over the last several years and she
remembered everything she had gone through in that
time. She was sick physically and mentally now and
something didn’t feel right even to her sick
state.
The last man came to her and put it to her just
like all the rest and her eyes looked up into his
man and as she swallowed her last load of piss and
come, she said to him, “I’m Britney Spears.”
He looked down at her and said, “Yeah and I’m Dr.
Dra.” He laughed and pulled out his drained cock
and joined his Marine friends because
Miranda/Britney had indeed won the dare.
*
So Britney was carried to her bed by some of the
club workers and either her owners were too busy
counting the money they had just won or had just
forgotten about the sutures shutting down her
system, in any case she lay in bed in pain and
losing it. She was actually battling for her life
but no one knew about it.
All night Britney fought to stay alive but in the
end what she had endured and swallowed proved to
be too much for her. The shock as her memory had
returned and she remembered every man in every
country and every act she had performed was just
too much to bear.
Before Britney finally breathed her last, she
muttered aloud, “I’m Britney Spears and oops I did
it again.”
Epilog:
A week later the body of a shaved headed Mexican
girl washed up on the shores of Venice Beach,
California. Her skin was so dark it was assumed
she was of Mexican origin. An autopsy was
performed to determine the cause of death on the
unknown female and when they found her sutures,
even the medic’s were stunned.
Upon opening her belly and intestines, they found
the girl held over five gallons of the most foul
smelling combination of urine and come they had
ever seen. Experienced medics even threw up at
this development. Death was listed as accidental
overdose of uric acid.
The body was buried in a grave for paupers and
listed as unknown. The date of death was her
headstone’s only remark. Only one visitor ever
went there to place flowers on her grave.
He was Dr. Dra’s real life son, a Marine. In fact
the last Marine to piss and cum in her mouth. He
often wondered late at night if she really had
been the real missing Britney Spears as she
claimed. What he remembered most though was the
incredible head she gave and her wonderfully
perverted performance.
He left the graveyard humming, “Oops she won’t do
it again.”
