anonymous
12-13-2007, 04:22 PM
This is the second installment, part one of two...sort of a teaser.
-RS22
Jamie-Lynn Spears: Celebrity Bitch (Part 2A)
By Risingstarr22
Britney Spears and Jamie-Lynn Spears, Paris Hilton, Nicole Richie,
Spank, F/f, F/F, Semi-Rape, BDSM, Drug, First, Inc, NC
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This story is fake. LIES all LIES!!!! It has not and probably will never happen, but if it does take pictures and call me!! The people in this story do not exist, any similarity to real people is your overworked imagination... figments fantasy, fiction and stuff.
No celebrities were harmed during the writing of this story, if their careers are in the toilet look to their parents or agents, not me. Your mileage may vary, void where prohibited by law.
If you happen to be one of the celebrities that are included in this story, please don’t sue me, I’m piss poor!!!
Continue at your own risk, you've been warned.
It was a horrible night for little Jaime-Lynn Spears, her young teenage body stimulated in all senses of the word. Her older sister had once again taken great joy in sexually abusing her, and again she was helpless to do anything!! It seemed just as Jamie had fallen asleep, the basement door was flung open, the lights flipped on, and Britney Spears came down the steps, obvious that she had just waken up.
The older Spears sister was dressed in only an aqua colored bra and matching panties, her hair slightly obscure, but a smile was on her face as she took in the sense of her sexually frustrated and abused sister as she dangled from an x-frame, Jamie’s panties fitted with tiny spikes, her bra cups also, while attached to her inner-thighs were stimulation pads, attached to a battery, which also powered the stimulation demand shaped nipple-claps which had been tightening by themselves throughout the night.
Britney walked to her right, where a green wooden table almost loomed as Jamie thought of it, as this table was stacked with tools of pleasure and pain, all intended for Britney’s helpless and bound sister. From horse whips to vibrators, it was on that table and soon it would be in Jamie!!
*Elsewhere in the city of Los Angeles…
She was just waking up…but she couldn’t remember how she had fallen asleep. The world around her was still fuzzy for a moment, but everything cleared, she realized she had a hang-over or a horrible headache, had she been drinking, but that’s when she saw it…
Tattooed on her right breast, right above the now hardened nipple was “Nikki’s Bitch”. At first she thought it was a joke, like the time Nichole had written “Spank Me” in lipstick on her ass when she feel asleep on the beach, but as she tried to raise her hand to smear it off, she realized she was immobilized, Paris Hilton was handcuffed to the bed!
Jamie-Lynn Spears and Paris Hilton had a limited amount in common, but what they both had in common was that they knew nothing of what had happened or what was about to happen. For Paris to be in the situation she was in now, it had to begin somewhere…
It started last night, as Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie had just arrived at “The Hot Spot” a new club that had just opened in Beverly Hills. Paris was beginning to get drunk and someone had pointed out to her where the cocaine was, and Nicole knew this was here opportunity.
Nicole had always wanted been in the shadows of the skinny starlet, she had always searched for a way to make Paris regret all the things that she had done or not done to or for Nicole, and it all began that night, with a conversation with Britney Spears. Britney had told Nicole how she planned on tearing into her sister and that was when Nicole realized what she had to do!!
Over the course of the night before, Paris had gone from partying to passing out and becoming a whore all without knowing it. After the Ruthies had kicked in, Nicole carried Paris out to the back ally, calling out “50 dollars per hour!!” As people, both men and women swooped down from seemingly nowhere. “Don’t worry about cleaning her up.” Nicole said. So for what seemed like forever before walking down the alley finding Paris turned over a trashcan, still unconscious, covered from head to toe in cum.
Nicole pulled the large wad of money out of her pocket and began to count it. “This is great!” She exclaimed…”it will be perfect for tonight.” She said as she pulled Paris off the trashcan by the hair, dragging her down the alley, calling the chuffer to pick the two stars up.
First stop was back to the Richie household to get Paris some new clothing, Nicole’s little sister’s clothing. Nicole’s adopted sister was 15 and had just joined the cheer squad, a perfect outfit to parade Paris Hilton through the city of Los Angeles in, even if the outfit was rather small.
Paris was carried into the house by security, Nicole passing it off as “She just had a little too much to drink” and was placed in Ashley Richie’s bed as Nicole began to search for the outfit, which she found hanging in the closet. “Look at this outfit; it will look so hot on you.” Nicole taunted Paris, not caring whether she could hear her or not.
It took ten minutes to dress Paris in the one-piece pelted short-skirt and then realized she could have more fun. “Get up sweetie…” Nicole said, shaking Paris knowing it would be more fun with Paris awake. She had handcuffed Paris after dressing her. “You’re awake! Good, I wanted you to see this.” Nicole said as she began to search through her room for her “special toys”.
Nicole had always had a humiliation fetish, and had just the right “toys”. First she took a small suction cup looking tube that Paris had never seen, but knew it couldn’t been good if she was dressed like this, her breasts exposed over the top of her top. “This,” Nicole began making a suction noise as she pulled it up and down. “is a nipple syringe, it’s marked by the quarter inch, and will stretch each of these cute little ‘buds’ as far as I would like, but all we need to do is harden them a bit.” Nicole said as he attached the cups to each of Paris’ nipples.
Next Nicole pulled out what looked like a large hoop with straps on it. “A ring gag.” Nicole said to the look on Paris’ face. “I can’t stand to hear you talk all night and any man on the street would give their life to get a blow job from Paris Hilton, but if you keep your mouth shut, it will come out before we come home.” Nicole said as she strapped the gag in, turning Paris’ pleas into moans.
This time Nicole had to carry Paris back to the car herself, so she bound Paris’ feet and wrists to ensure her own safety before putting Paris in the back of the car, her skirt flipping up, Nicole slapping her on the bare ass and giggling before climbing into the car and driving off.
The tattoo artist gave Nicole the needle as she requested and Nicole began to go to town on the beautiful canvas…Paris Hilton’s naked body. “Slut” was scrolled across the Paris’ left tit and “Dyke” was written across her right tit and “Nikki’s Bitch” had been written above Paris’ right nipple, still erect from the suction . “Insert Cock Here” was written on her left ass check and a grude looking arrow pointing toward Paris’ “back entrance”. On her write ass check was written “Spank Me”, and Nicole had finished by tracing her own hand on Paris’ ass check. Paris herself has passed out from pain long before Nicole had finished.
At first Nicole thought putting Paris through the tattoos were enough, but than she realized otherwise. As she was driving back to her house, she came across a hypnotist advertisement “Opened 24 Hours” it read, Nicole speed right over. “I want you to do all you can.” Was all Nicole said before she went to the waiting room. After 20 minutes, the hypnotist came back reporting that that “Paris has lost all control of her body’s sexual reactions and is now extreme sensitive sexual to the touch.” The hypnotist said as she walked behind her desk, taking the payment in cash from Nicole.
“This is great.” Nicole thought to herself, knowing that Paris was helpless to do anything that Nicole wanted to….and that’s how the nigh ended for Nicole and Paris…but the morning was just getting interesting. She would have screamed if she could….but she couldn’t. She would have gotten up…but she couldn’t. Paris Hilton was currently handcuffed, wrist and ankle to a four corner bed, dressed in what appeared to be a tattered cheerleader’s skirt and no panties….her small breasts pulled over the top of her shirt….or what’s of them at least.
When she tried to scream out, Nicole who was in the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom, Nicole walked in…stripping off what was left of her clothing and laughed. “When you’re done with those panties, you can keep’em.” Nicole said laughing at her friend’s predicament. “What the hell is she talking about?” Paris thought to herself...”what…oh god!” That’s when she realized what was gagging her. “They’re my little sister’s and they’re dirty anyway.”
Paris realized just what had happened…or so she thought. But that can’t be…why would her own best friend do this to her?! “Oh last night we had some fun as you can tell…but I guess you’ve noticed the new decorations…there’s more!” Nicole finishes her sentence and walks toward Paris and begins to rub her inner thigh suddenly after only a few seconds Paris cums. “Oh Britney is going to love this!” Nicole squeals. “I’ve got to go and get ready, I’ll send for you in an hour or two…for now….why don’t you hold on to this for me?” Nicole says as she opens the top drawer next to the bed that Paris was handcuffed to and withdrew a battery-powered florescent vibrator in the shape of a penis out, turning in on high and sticking in Paris. “Oh and by the way, not only do you need only seconds to cum…you could cum at any second…your body no longer needs to make you cum…yes it will hurt a lot…but who cares?” Nicole says, laughing as she walks out of the room, making a call to Britney Spears…it was going to be a fun day!!
*End
-RS22
Jamie-Lynn Spears: Celebrity Bitch (Part 2A)
By Risingstarr22
Britney Spears and Jamie-Lynn Spears, Paris Hilton, Nicole Richie,
Spank, F/f, F/F, Semi-Rape, BDSM, Drug, First, Inc, NC
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This story is fake. LIES all LIES!!!! It has not and probably will never happen, but if it does take pictures and call me!! The people in this story do not exist, any similarity to real people is your overworked imagination... figments fantasy, fiction and stuff.
No celebrities were harmed during the writing of this story, if their careers are in the toilet look to their parents or agents, not me. Your mileage may vary, void where prohibited by law.
If you happen to be one of the celebrities that are included in this story, please don’t sue me, I’m piss poor!!!
Continue at your own risk, you've been warned.
It was a horrible night for little Jaime-Lynn Spears, her young teenage body stimulated in all senses of the word. Her older sister had once again taken great joy in sexually abusing her, and again she was helpless to do anything!! It seemed just as Jamie had fallen asleep, the basement door was flung open, the lights flipped on, and Britney Spears came down the steps, obvious that she had just waken up.
The older Spears sister was dressed in only an aqua colored bra and matching panties, her hair slightly obscure, but a smile was on her face as she took in the sense of her sexually frustrated and abused sister as she dangled from an x-frame, Jamie’s panties fitted with tiny spikes, her bra cups also, while attached to her inner-thighs were stimulation pads, attached to a battery, which also powered the stimulation demand shaped nipple-claps which had been tightening by themselves throughout the night.
Britney walked to her right, where a green wooden table almost loomed as Jamie thought of it, as this table was stacked with tools of pleasure and pain, all intended for Britney’s helpless and bound sister. From horse whips to vibrators, it was on that table and soon it would be in Jamie!!
*Elsewhere in the city of Los Angeles…
She was just waking up…but she couldn’t remember how she had fallen asleep. The world around her was still fuzzy for a moment, but everything cleared, she realized she had a hang-over or a horrible headache, had she been drinking, but that’s when she saw it…
Tattooed on her right breast, right above the now hardened nipple was “Nikki’s Bitch”. At first she thought it was a joke, like the time Nichole had written “Spank Me” in lipstick on her ass when she feel asleep on the beach, but as she tried to raise her hand to smear it off, she realized she was immobilized, Paris Hilton was handcuffed to the bed!
Jamie-Lynn Spears and Paris Hilton had a limited amount in common, but what they both had in common was that they knew nothing of what had happened or what was about to happen. For Paris to be in the situation she was in now, it had to begin somewhere…
It started last night, as Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie had just arrived at “The Hot Spot” a new club that had just opened in Beverly Hills. Paris was beginning to get drunk and someone had pointed out to her where the cocaine was, and Nicole knew this was here opportunity.
Nicole had always wanted been in the shadows of the skinny starlet, she had always searched for a way to make Paris regret all the things that she had done or not done to or for Nicole, and it all began that night, with a conversation with Britney Spears. Britney had told Nicole how she planned on tearing into her sister and that was when Nicole realized what she had to do!!
Over the course of the night before, Paris had gone from partying to passing out and becoming a whore all without knowing it. After the Ruthies had kicked in, Nicole carried Paris out to the back ally, calling out “50 dollars per hour!!” As people, both men and women swooped down from seemingly nowhere. “Don’t worry about cleaning her up.” Nicole said. So for what seemed like forever before walking down the alley finding Paris turned over a trashcan, still unconscious, covered from head to toe in cum.
Nicole pulled the large wad of money out of her pocket and began to count it. “This is great!” She exclaimed…”it will be perfect for tonight.” She said as she pulled Paris off the trashcan by the hair, dragging her down the alley, calling the chuffer to pick the two stars up.
First stop was back to the Richie household to get Paris some new clothing, Nicole’s little sister’s clothing. Nicole’s adopted sister was 15 and had just joined the cheer squad, a perfect outfit to parade Paris Hilton through the city of Los Angeles in, even if the outfit was rather small.
Paris was carried into the house by security, Nicole passing it off as “She just had a little too much to drink” and was placed in Ashley Richie’s bed as Nicole began to search for the outfit, which she found hanging in the closet. “Look at this outfit; it will look so hot on you.” Nicole taunted Paris, not caring whether she could hear her or not.
It took ten minutes to dress Paris in the one-piece pelted short-skirt and then realized she could have more fun. “Get up sweetie…” Nicole said, shaking Paris knowing it would be more fun with Paris awake. She had handcuffed Paris after dressing her. “You’re awake! Good, I wanted you to see this.” Nicole said as she began to search through her room for her “special toys”.
Nicole had always had a humiliation fetish, and had just the right “toys”. First she took a small suction cup looking tube that Paris had never seen, but knew it couldn’t been good if she was dressed like this, her breasts exposed over the top of her top. “This,” Nicole began making a suction noise as she pulled it up and down. “is a nipple syringe, it’s marked by the quarter inch, and will stretch each of these cute little ‘buds’ as far as I would like, but all we need to do is harden them a bit.” Nicole said as he attached the cups to each of Paris’ nipples.
Next Nicole pulled out what looked like a large hoop with straps on it. “A ring gag.” Nicole said to the look on Paris’ face. “I can’t stand to hear you talk all night and any man on the street would give their life to get a blow job from Paris Hilton, but if you keep your mouth shut, it will come out before we come home.” Nicole said as she strapped the gag in, turning Paris’ pleas into moans.
This time Nicole had to carry Paris back to the car herself, so she bound Paris’ feet and wrists to ensure her own safety before putting Paris in the back of the car, her skirt flipping up, Nicole slapping her on the bare ass and giggling before climbing into the car and driving off.
The tattoo artist gave Nicole the needle as she requested and Nicole began to go to town on the beautiful canvas…Paris Hilton’s naked body. “Slut” was scrolled across the Paris’ left tit and “Dyke” was written across her right tit and “Nikki’s Bitch” had been written above Paris’ right nipple, still erect from the suction . “Insert Cock Here” was written on her left ass check and a grude looking arrow pointing toward Paris’ “back entrance”. On her write ass check was written “Spank Me”, and Nicole had finished by tracing her own hand on Paris’ ass check. Paris herself has passed out from pain long before Nicole had finished.
At first Nicole thought putting Paris through the tattoos were enough, but than she realized otherwise. As she was driving back to her house, she came across a hypnotist advertisement “Opened 24 Hours” it read, Nicole speed right over. “I want you to do all you can.” Was all Nicole said before she went to the waiting room. After 20 minutes, the hypnotist came back reporting that that “Paris has lost all control of her body’s sexual reactions and is now extreme sensitive sexual to the touch.” The hypnotist said as she walked behind her desk, taking the payment in cash from Nicole.
“This is great.” Nicole thought to herself, knowing that Paris was helpless to do anything that Nicole wanted to….and that’s how the nigh ended for Nicole and Paris…but the morning was just getting interesting. She would have screamed if she could….but she couldn’t. She would have gotten up…but she couldn’t. Paris Hilton was currently handcuffed, wrist and ankle to a four corner bed, dressed in what appeared to be a tattered cheerleader’s skirt and no panties….her small breasts pulled over the top of her shirt….or what’s of them at least.
When she tried to scream out, Nicole who was in the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom, Nicole walked in…stripping off what was left of her clothing and laughed. “When you’re done with those panties, you can keep’em.” Nicole said laughing at her friend’s predicament. “What the hell is she talking about?” Paris thought to herself...”what…oh god!” That’s when she realized what was gagging her. “They’re my little sister’s and they’re dirty anyway.”
Paris realized just what had happened…or so she thought. But that can’t be…why would her own best friend do this to her?! “Oh last night we had some fun as you can tell…but I guess you’ve noticed the new decorations…there’s more!” Nicole finishes her sentence and walks toward Paris and begins to rub her inner thigh suddenly after only a few seconds Paris cums. “Oh Britney is going to love this!” Nicole squeals. “I’ve got to go and get ready, I’ll send for you in an hour or two…for now….why don’t you hold on to this for me?” Nicole says as she opens the top drawer next to the bed that Paris was handcuffed to and withdrew a battery-powered florescent vibrator in the shape of a penis out, turning in on high and sticking in Paris. “Oh and by the way, not only do you need only seconds to cum…you could cum at any second…your body no longer needs to make you cum…yes it will hurt a lot…but who cares?” Nicole says, laughing as she walks out of the room, making a call to Britney Spears…it was going to be a fun day!!
*End