Hit Me One More Time

[anonymous]

Hit me one more time. There are a lot of reasons for insomnia. Stress, sickness and poor sleeping conditions being a few. For the famous one would think that it could be even worse. The stress of long hours and media hounding, the physical strain on the body and the constantly changing environment could all be reasons to lose sleep. Whatever the reason it is certainly uncomfortable. Britney Spears for example was most uncomfortable. She tossed and turned on the bed of her current hotel room, trying to find a comfortable position and invariably failing to do so. Her mind seemed to tick over with the events of the day, although she really wasn’t doing anything at the moment apart from the occasional CD signing or promotional visit to a shop. So she should have been getting a perfect sleep at night. She was not. And what was more she had not for the last two nights, leaving her rather worn out and decidedly desperate for solutions. She was still awake when the sun rose. She was still awake at ten in the morning, light streaming in through her windows. She was still awake when there was a knock at the door. She rolled out of bed, groaning to herself and hunched her way over to the door. In her current state she was decidedly less attractive than her public image but her beauty was still visible, even through the straggled hair and tired eyes. She looked through the peephole to see a fairly young man in a suit with a carry bag. "Who is it?" She called, her voice straining slightly. "Doctor Ryan." "I didn't call a doctor." "No. But your agent did. He's worried about you." Britney considered. Obviously someone had gone and got a doctor to see her without telling her. That was a little annoying but perhaps it was time to seek professional help. She opened the door. "Hello doctor." "I.. I can see what he meant." Britney nodded in agreement. "Come in. Sit down." "Thank you. If I may I'll get to the point. How long has it been since you slept?" "Two.. no three days.. I think." "I see." Ryan sat down on a chair and wrote into a small pocket book. "And can you think of any reason why this might be?" "No." Britney slumped back into a chair, yawning. Ryan looked at her tired form. The reason for her insomnia was quite well known to him. If you had all the details then you didn't need to be a doctor to figure it out. In fact he wasn't a doctor, not of any description. The reason Britney was not sleeping was that her bedside clock had been installed with a remote device that emitted sub sonic, subliminal messages. Annoying, worrying sounds that got into her head so deep she didn't even know it. He himself had installed it there. And because of this he alone could give her the cure. Ryan asked question after question and she answered as best she could, sipping on a strong coffee she hoped would wake her up. Britney was much to tired to notice that the notes he was supposedly scrawling were little more than doodles. "So what can you do?" she said. "Hmmph. Oh." Ryan looked up from his notepad scribbles. "Well you don't seem to have any specific ailments I can finger so most of the usual treatments are probably useless." Britney let out a hopeless sigh. "There is one thing that might work however." "I'm willing to try anything." "Of course." he suppressed a smile as he reached into his bag and pulled out a tiny vial. "This is Morphohalcide 7b. Experimental drug but very effective. Of course I won't force this upon you." "I'll try it." she took the small vial. "There isn't much in here." "It's very strong stuff. Just mix a drop in a drink, quarter of an hour before you got to bed. It should work fine." "Great. Thanks Doc." "I'd try it this evening though so you don't interrupt your sleep patterns." "Sure." Britney accepted his opinion though she had an awful need to sleep now. "I'll check up on you in a few days." "Sure." And with that, 'Doctor' Ryan left. Three cups of coffee and a cold shower had kept Britney sufficiently awake to last the day. She'd had one album signing session then a short interview for a magazine but mercifully nothing strenuous. None the less it was nine before she finally got home, having eaten out with a music big wig. She started a warm shower and poured a glass of water, adding a single drop from the tiny vial. She watched the purple tendrils diffuse through the water, finally becoming invisible. Britney gulped down the glass in two goes then moved into the bathroom, brushed her teeth and got into the shower. By this time it was hot, wonderfully hot in fact. She let the warm water run over her tired body, washing away much of the days tension. She didn't use any soap or shampoo, simply letting the strong jet of warm water massage her. Eventually she got out, wrapped herself in a bathrobe and walked to her bed room. Britney sat down on her bed, dimmed the lights and lay back on her bed, not caring that she was still wet from the shower. She let her breathing slow, staring up at the roof and relaxing. After a few minutes she felt a tingling. Not quite a tingling, more of a feeling that she couldn't place. Not unpleasant but strange never the less. It took her a while to register it as arousal. It was odd, she hadn’t been thinking of anything sexy after all. But sometimes the body got it's own ideas. She tried to shift her mind to other things but it always seemed to slip back to erotic thoughts. Eventually Britney shrugged mentally and decided to give in. She softly ran her hand over her chest, slipping under the bath robe to the damp skin of her breasts, still wet from the shower. Slowly she began to stroke them, very softly, gradually bringing her nipples to peaks, sending tingles through her body. She half giggled at her actions. This wasn't something she did often though she was by no means without sin. Gradually her movements opened up the front of her robe, exposing her wet breasts to the cool air of the room. Britney began to knead her breasts more firmly, her mind flooding with erotic fantasies. Slowly but surely her hand slipped down, over her stomach and into the mop of dark hair. She ran her finger around the wet region, shivering again as her tender flesh felt her own touch. She was ready for this, the slickness on her fingertips was proof of that. Britney slipped her fingers inside, opening her lips in a shape mirrored by her mouth as it let out a blissful sigh. One hand still massaging her breasts, one now beginning to press against her clit, Britney felt her breath beginning to quicken. The faster she moved her fingers the faster her breathing became. She rolled over, moving out of her robe which tumbled to the floor. Lying on her back, arching her hips up, Britney rubbed faster and faster, feeling the waves of tender pleasure run through her. Faster and faster she rubbed herself, now letting out groans and gasps as she masturbated. Britney bucked her hips in time with her pumps, enhancing her movements, each pulse driving her nearer and nearer and nearer.... Britney came. Her limbs twitched in spasms, powerless to stop the raw pleasure that shot like electricity through her body. She lay on the bed, feeling the power waft through her, release stealing the strength from her body. Gradually the climax subsided. Britney curled up happily in her sheet and almost instantly she was asleep. It had worked. Ryan could tell that well enough from the microphone he'd put in the radio. He had wanted to use a camera but couldn't figure out the right way to do it. He was smart, he wasn't brilliant. He'd been able to input the subliminal messages and to convince the pop star to use the drug which he'd got his hands on. It was powerful stuff which, among other things caused extreme arousal and subsequent drowsiness. In addition the bedside subsonics were now telling Britney to sleep peacefully, which she was. Given time the next part of his plan would come into play. Ryan smiled, sat back in his chair and listened once again to the sound recording he had made, trying to make up the pictures in his head. Britney slept like a log till dawn, waking up feeling refreshed and ready for the day. Obviously one good nights sleep was all she'd needed to get back on her feet. She got up, realising she was nude before she remembered the night before. Unable to suppress a slight giggle she reached for a pair of underpants from her draw.... The day went fine. Two promotional appearances and an interview, all of which she coped with perfectly. It seemed as if the nights sleep had given her a new energy. She wasn't even feeling tired when she got home at eleven, having done a late night show interview. She poured herself a glass of milk as she started to run the shower, then spied the vial that rested on her kitchen counter. Perhaps she didn't need it any more but then the doctor had told her to use the whole vial. And it had worked perfectly. She shrugged to herself and mixed a single drop in with her milk as she drunk. Then she slipped into the bathroom. The shower seemed more pleasant tonight, last night it was more of an escape but tonight she could really enjoy the warm water running over her. The lathered up her body washed and rubbed away the days build up. TV studio lights were certainly hot enough to give her a sweat. Finally she finished, and began drying off. As she rubbed the towel over her body she started to feel a tingle. Almost immediately she recognised it as sexual arousal. She wondered about it but decided to ignore it for the moment. By the time she got to her bed there was no way she could ignore it. There was a pressure building up inside her that she couldn't deny. She lay back on the bed, not taking time to massage herself. Her fingers quickly discovered that she was more than prepared for it. They slipped into the wet warmth, rubbing back and forth at an ever quickening pace. Again she began to buck her hips, driving harder and harder into herself, panting and moaning vocally as she edged herself ever closer to climax. She felt it building and then.... she shivered in delicious release, pleasure blasting through her body again and again. Gradually it faded away. Britney barely had time to pull out her hand before she was asleep. Over the next week people noticed a certain glow about Britney. There had always been a vibrant spark in the girl but now it was even more prevalent. It was as if something had supercharged her though no one had any idea what it might be. And every night, before she went to bed, Britney took her ********, showered, masturbated wildly and then slept soundly. It lasted for six days. On the sixth day, Britney went to open the vial and found it had all been used up. She shrugged, deciding that there was little reason to use it. She was sleeping fine and it was time to see if her other insomnia treatment worked as well. She giggled to herself, still amazed at just how regularly she was doing this. She showered, as she normally did, and brushed her teeth. As normal the sight of the bed seemed to activate her desire. Laughing aloud she rolled out of her robe and lay naked on her bed, one hand instantly moving to where it was needed. Softly she began to stroke herself, then faster and faster when she could no longer control herself. Then harder and harder, she felt the need for release building inside her but something was wrong. Something just wasn't working. Frustrated Britney moved both hands down, rubbing even harder, arching her hips, trying to climax herself. She felt one hand getting tired but she still had to rub, harder and harder and harder..... Ryan knocked on the door of the apartment, making sure that no one saw him there. There was no answer. He slipped a key out of his pocket and opened the door, slipping in quietly and closing it behind him. The lights were dim but he could see well enough to walk into the lounge. There, in the middle of the floor, Britney lay, half concealed by her bath robe, hand frantically plunging in and out of her crotch. She was soaking wet, dripping on the floor, a testament to the failed cold showers that she had tried to stave off her desire. Nothing had worked, and nothing could release her from her torment. Ryan quickly crossed the floor, kneeling beside her. "Help me!" she begged in a desperate voice. Ryan looked at her, half aroused at her display, half pitiful of it. He didn't want to hurt her or humiliate her. But this had been necessary for his plan to work. He took a syringe and injected it into her arm. A few seconds later, Britney climaxed, howling aloud in passion as her body twitched and kicked on the floor. As the orgasm subsided the sedatives in the injection also came into play. Ryan helped her up, siting her in a chair, leaving her robe on the floor. Her wet hair fell down, plastered onto her skin and half concealing her breasts. She was still panting from her exertions but was quickly calming. "Britney?" "Yes?" "You know now that you need this release don't you?" "Yes." "You need the drug. you need it from me otherwise you get so horny it hurts." "Yes. I need it." "And you'll do anything for it?" "Anything." she nodded, becoming calmer and calmer. He pulled out a cheap glass pendant. It wasn't anything great but the way her eyes focused on it as it swung proved it would work. His knowledge of hypnotism, like his knowledge of chemicals, was rudimentary but adequate. "I want you to look at the pendant Britney. Watch it. Watch it very closely. If you don't I want give you any more drugs. Watch it Britney, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth." Obviously Britney was too weak to resist. The addiction, the drugs and her recent orgasm must have drained her strength. Her resistance was nothing and in seconds she was in a deep trance. Looking at her flushed face, plastered with stray hairs, innocent eyes closed, Ryan realised why he had done this. She was young, she was beautiful and she was his. "You understand that I am your master now Britney?" "Yes." "You will obey me or you will never be able to come again. You like it when you come don't you?" "Yes." she smiled blissfully. "Very good Britney. I want you to come to this address tomorrow night. Make sure no one sees you. You understand?" "Yes." "I'm going to leave now but after I do I want you to masturbate again, thinking of me the whole time. When you come you will fall fast asleep. Do you understand?" "Yes." Content with his work and knowing that Britney would be also, Ryan left the apartment, barely able to wait for the next night. It had been easy enough to get Britney to come to him. Even without the hypnotic suggestions she needed to get her fix. He had made sure that she wouldn't be missed or followed. Nobody else in the world knew where Britney Spears was tonight. Only him. She followed him into the small lounge, sitting down in a soft chair and dropping her backpack beside her. Ryan didn't bother to check it, he was sure enough of her loyalty. Instead he couldn't help but run his eyes over her body, attractive even in a simple white singlet and jeans. He took out his crystal and swung it slowly in front of her eyes. "Just relax Britney. Just relax." Her pretty face quickly became blank, gazing at the light. Ryan was surprised at the speed she'd succumbed, guessing it was her desire to please and her need for the drugs. "That's right Britney. You feel so peaceful. You want to obey me don't you?" "Yes." "Good. Now when you wake up you're going to find me very attractive, do you understand?" "Yes." "You won’t be worried or inhibited about anything okay?" "Okay." "Wake up now!" he snapped his fingers. Britney blinked and cast her eyes around the room. They fixed on Ryan running over him. He smiled, almost embarrassed at her obvious attentions. "Come on Britney, let's eat." The meal was simple but Britney seemed to engrossed in eyeing up her companion to notice. His conversation was trying to get information out of her. Britney was just out right flirting. Suddenly Britney stood up, pushing her plate aside. He guessed the drop of the drug he'd put in her wine was working. If he'd allowed her into his kitchen she might even have noticed the vast quantities of the stuff he had below his counter. He'd got it illegally of course but he'd got lots of it just in case. It was so powerful that he couldn’t foresee a use for it except perhaps treating a water supply, which might have been interesting. Either way, a single drop had been enough for her. "Can I help you Britney?" he asked coyly. "I want you to have sex with me now!" she almost snarled. Ryan was taken aback. He hadn't implanted this desire and he hadn’t expected it, at least not so soon. Still, he wasn't going to argue. Britney threw her arms around him, kissing him hard on the lips. Again he was shocked at the aggressiveness of the girl. "Protection?" she whispered in is ear. For a second he had to think but then he clicked. He knew he had condoms. But where? The bathroom! He disentangled himself from his amorous partner and ran to the bathroom, fumbling through an overstocked ******** cabinet until her found the box he was looking for. He had not had a use for the items for some time and hadn't considered that she would ask. She was obviously a clever girl. He ran back into the kitchen choking to see Britney, bra holding up youthful breasts, leaning back over the table. She beckoned him seductively and he obeyed, speechless. "A toast!" she giggled, pressing his wineglass into his hand. "To orgasms. May they never come to soon." She gulped down her wine and he almost hiccuped as he swallowed his. Britney smiled and then began to sway erotically from side to side, slowly slipping off her bra to reveal her bosom. She cupped her breasts, strumming at her nipples as they became erect. Ryan watched in amazement. He never realised just what Britney was like. This was going beyond his wildest fantasies, and they were pretty wild. He wasn't at all surprised at the way his own body was responding to her display. Within a few seconds he was more than ready for what she requested. In fact, she was so alluring that it was almost becoming painful. He felt his skin flushing, heart beat beginning to rise. Now something seemed wrong. He looked at Britneys face. The star stopped dancing and smiled at him. But it was no longer a pleasurable smile, it was a spiteful one. Ryan looked at her in confusion, finding it hotter and hotter... Almost impossible to breath. He staggered to one knee, Britney looking down at him as she casually put her bra back on again. The last thing he felt as he blacked out was the desperate need for a release that never came. *********************** National drug and ******** disqualification list. Morphohalcide 7b - Experimental drug, induces intense sexual desire and reaction. Highly addictive, physically and mentally. Constant use of the drug or mixing with depressants or sedatives can cause psychosis, often violent. Pure doses of over five mls cause massive sexual response leading to internal haemorrhaging, aneurysms and are invariably fatal. Recommended clinical use: None. *********************** Britney watched Ryan gag on the floor, body twitching until finally he stopped breathing altogether. She smiled, feeling a great satisfaction. She didn't even realise that her hand was pressing into the crotch of her jeans until it started to feel good. Still smiling she stepped over him and into the bathroom, relieving her intense desire. She calmly walked out of the bathroom, zipping up her fly as she steeped over his body yet again and pulled on her singlet. She then went into the kitchen, took out the bottles which she had used to treat her companions glass. Taking all the bottles and piling them into her back pack, Britney, feeling no guilt or need to look back at the body on the floor, only the warm relaxing glow of her own attentions, walked out of the room and building with all the Morphohalcide 7b she would ever need. *********************** Authors note. Morphohalcide 7b is a fictional substance not existing in any name or form. It does not occur in green m & m s or in the middle of golf balls. Those looking for a quick fix on chix will have to just work like the rest of us mortals.