Ovda
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Babbling Britney
By
Ovda
Britney Spears had just finished one of her spectacular concerts. She was escorted to the limo by a group of bodyguards.
“Wow!!” Britney said, as she got comfortable in the limo. “What an incredible show. I’m so tired and can’t wait to get back to the hotel.”
The limo went whizzing through Los Angeles. Suddenly the car took quick turn to an off road.
“Hey up there what’s going on?” asked a nervous Ms. Spears.
Without saying a word the petition came up cutting Britney off from the driver. She tried to open the doors, but realized that they were securely locked. Britney looking for anything to break the door, but that was also a futile effort. Suddenly a mist started coming in from the floor. In a matter of seconds all went black.
Britney woke up with a mild headache. When her vision returned to normal, she saw where she was. Britney was in a full body straightjacket. She was securely strapped down on the table and her feet were in a set of padded stocks. She pulled and tugged at her bonds, but it was hopeless.
“HELP!! SOMEBODY!! ANYBODY!! HELP ME!!” She hollered, but echoes only answered her screams. Britney continued to pull on her bonds.
Without warning, she heard the door behind her opened.
“P-Please help me. Someone kidnapped me. Please untie me.”
The person came and stood in front of Britney. It was a man.
“Hello, Britney.” He said with a certain look in his eye. “How are you doing? Fine I hope.”
“Please untie me.” She asked once again.
“Now why would I do that after all the trouble I went through to get you here.” He replied.
“W-What are you going to do to me?” Britney asked with fear and worry I her voice.
“Where are my manners” He commented. “My name is Craig. Now I must say that you are infinitely more beautiful in person than in your videos. Now what I plan for you.” Craig continued. “For years I’ve dreamt and fantasized about doing one thing to you.” With that said he pulled out a long slender feather.
When Britney saw it, her eyes grew as huge as the full moon with stark fear and terror. A big sinister smile crossed Craig’s face when he saw her reaction to the feather.
“You see, Britney, for as long as I’ve known, I’ve had a huge tickle fetish. I simply love tickling beautiful women. And I’ve been dreaming of tickling you for a very long time.”
Craig started towards her feet “I especially love tickling feet, and I think you have a pair of the most beautiful feet in the whole world. I really love your larger than large big toes.”
Craig took a seat at Britney’s feet.
“P-Please d-don’t do tickle me.” Britney begged as Craig was removing her footwear. “I-I’ll go nuts. I can’t stand to have my feet tickled.”
Craig unbuckled her evening shoes. Britney flexed her feet and fanned and wiggled her toes as she felt the cool air caress them.
Craig started smelling and sniffing Britney’s feet. She exploded in shower of hysterical schoolgirl giggles. He simply loved the way her feet smelled. That rich heady foot smell. It made his cock become hard like ebony. Next he grabbed hold of Britney’s right foot and started sucking her toes. He gave special attention to her big toe. Sucking and nibbling it. This just sent Britney up the wall in utter hysteria. She screamed and hollered in ticklish agony. After about thirty minutes passed by, Craig switched over to her left foot.
He never realized just how insanely Britney’s feet where. In his dreams they were very ticklish, but nothing could compare to the real deal. Craig loved and relished every second of tickling her size 6.5 feet.
After another thirty minutes went by, Craig stopped and gave Britney a much-needed rest. She was so exhausted. Craig licked his lips as if he had finished dinner. He had licked Britney’s soles till they were all wrinkled like prunes.
He took some kite string and tied her second and third toes back. This made her soles as tight as a drum. Craig pulled out a hairbrush.
Britney lifted her head to see what was next. “N-No. Please! No more. I-I’ll do what ever you want. You want money? I have millions I can give you.” Begged the Pop Princess as she felt her heart pounding harder and harder due to sheer terror.
“No. Britney. All I want is to tickle you to till you are nothing more than a ball of giggling goo.”
Craig started tickling her helpless feet. He began with her right foot. Slowly Craig dragged the brush up and down Britney’s helpless sole. She started laughing hysterically as she felt the maddening tickling sensation surge up her right leg like charges of electricity and attack her brain. Britney bucked and thrashed as much as her bounds would permit her. Her head was twisting as much as she could while she screamed in total agony.
Craig was loving it. He would move the brush in small circular patterns up and down her sole. Also, Craig would rack the brush back and forth across her toes. This simply sent Britney through the roof. He started on Britney’s other foot and it was all over fans. The Pop Princess dissolved into a state of sheer and totally hysterical silent screaming laughter. Britney was so horribly tickled that her entire body trembled. Craig loved hearing her taking in quick gasps of air in order to keep up with the laughter pouring out of her lungs. Every few minutes he would switch from one foot to the other. Sending Britney into more of a state of insane laughter. She wanted to beg for mercy so much, but unable to do so. An hour went by when Craig stopped.
The stopping was a total shock to her system. It felt like an amusement park ride that came to a stop.
Britney’s head was swimming and she just about forgot where she was. Every few seconds she’d laugh and giggle hysterically because she still felt the hairbrush stroking her feet.
Craig got out a bottle of baby oil. He rubbed the oil all over Britney’s soles and in between her hyper-ticklish toes. Next, he got out perhaps the most feared of all tickling tickle tools: the dreaded and infamous electric toothbrush.
“Ready for more laughs, Britney?” he asked with a sadistic look in his eyes.
Britney managed to lift her head to see him. She was a total mess. Her hair plastered to her sweaty head. Her eyes red, puffy and moist from all her crying.
“This little tool is so efficient that when I’m done with you, you will be begging me to suck my dick off.”
He turned the toothbrush on. Britney laughed hysterically out of ticklish anticipation when she heard it come to life.
Craig went to work on Britney’s feet. “It’s all about the feet, baby. It’s all about the feet.” He thought to himself.
From the first touch Britney Spears went absolutely out of her mind. The toothbrush was a thousand times more agonizing than the hairbrush. Britney’s body arched with her mouth gapping open, and she became paralyzed for a few seconds. Once the initial tickling sensation was over Britney was convulsing and screaming in utter agony.
Craig worked that brush like a master tickler. He would isolate Britney’s big toe and torture it for all it’s worth. He slowly and methodically did swirling motions, and he got the sides of her big toe and just about everywhere else. Britney simple could take anymore. All she wanted was beg Craig for mercy. She was screaming in her mind, “STOP!! NO MORE!! PLEASE STOP!! MERCY!! PLEASE!!” but she was unable to do so.
Craig continued to torture Britney’s feet. Like a skilled tickler Craig reached into his bag of tickling goodies and pulled out another electric toothbrush. He started torturing both feet. This just caused Britney to go insane with hysteria. Her face was twisted like a pretzel in sheer and absolute agony. Time went by at a snail’s pace for the poor Pop Princess. Seconds felt like hours.
All of her bucking about caused one of the straps to start to tear. Craig noticed it and stopped. Craig stopped and Britney mercifully passed out.
She awoke with a jolt to the horrid stench of smelling salts. After she shook the smell off, Britney realized that she was no longer in the straightjacket. She noticed that she was kneeling on a pad with her arms securely tied above her head. She tried to move, but was unable to do so because she was also strapped down to the pad.
Craig crouched in front of Britney.
“Have a nice rest?”
“P-Please no more” begged Britney in a whiney little girl’s voice. “I-I can’t stand to be tickled anymore. I-I’ll do anything you want. Anything, but no more tickling.”
Craig loved to see the mixture of fear and pleading in her lovely doe eyes.
Britney really was terrified. Her heart was beating as fast as a bird’s heart, and she was breathing heavily. Her stomach felt like it was twisted in a hundred knots. And Craig loved every bit of it. Made him feel strong and powerful knowing that Britney Spear’s fate was in his mighty hands.
“Tell you what I have in mind.” Craig said as he pulled out an odd looking brush. “You have a choice. Either you suck my dick off and swallow every drop of my hot cum, or I’ll tickle you with this brush.”
The brush had soft bristles all around it. With the flip of a switch the head started spinning around. Britney’s eyes grew massive with fear and her heart was pounding like a trip hammer as Craig brought the brush closer and closer to Britney’s flat sexy tone belly. She started drawing back from the brush like it was a glowing piece of coal. Craig continued to bring the brush closer and closer to Britney. When she could go back no further, she sucked in her belly as much as she possible could. Following this she started whimpering, as she could not elude the inevitable.
The brush finally made contact. Britney started laughing like crazy as she felt the bristles sliding across her hyper-ticklish belly over and over. All of the tension was released as she was floundering about trying in vain to get away from the brush.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I SUCK YOUR DICK!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! PLEAZZZ!! STOP!!!” begged Britney.
Craig turned off the brush, and Britney took a few seconds to catch her breath. Craig stood up and pulled of his pants and under shorts.
Britney’s eyes just about popped out of her head in total amazement when she saw how big Craig was.
“Yeah baby. Never saw anything that big?” he boasted. “Now get to work and suck me dry.”
Britney did as she was told. From the first second Craig felt Britney’s lips touch hid iron hard cock he was in a total dream state. He hadn’t masturbated in about two weeks and in a matter of seconds he shot a huge load into Britney.
“Swallow.” He demanded. Britney’s filled cheeks deflated as she did so.
It felt so great for Craig. Here he is having his dick sucked by his absolute #1 dream girl. Britney’s warm wet tongue sliding up and down his dick simply caused Craig to moan in total joy. He felt his cock getting harder and harder as time went by.
Time went by so slow for Craig which just caused the experience of it just that much more greater. It took Britney about an hour to suck Craig dry. He pulled out and put his pants back on. Next, Craig crouched in front of Britney. “You did a great job. Didn’t lose a drop.”
Britney was not in the cheeriest of moods.
“Sleepy time.” Spoke Craig. He pulled out a small can of knockout gas and sprayed Britney.
Britney woke up stretched out on the rack in the spread eagle position. Her feet securely held in place by the padded metal stocks.
“Ready for some more, Princess?” asked Craig with a big shark’s grin.
“Please. Please no more.” Begged Britney. It was clearly seen that she was really scared. Her chest was heaving up and down, having that deer-in-headlights look in her eyes, and her body covered with a slick layer of sweat.
“I’ve always that you’ve had a very sexy belly.” Craig said as he sat next to her on the table. He was almost drooling as he drew closer to her tummy.
“No. Please not my belly. I-I’ll suck your dick off again. This time even better.” Pleaded Britney.
Craig loved it when she begged. He placed his lips on her belly button and started blowing a symphony of raspberries all over Britney’s hyper-ticklish tummy. After Craig started getting a bit light headed, he started a tickling assault on her mid section. Britney was in total hysterics; she was squirming and wiggling about in an effort to getting away of the Ten Finger Tickling. Craig adjusted his position and started on Britney’s ribs, clean shaved baby soft armpits, and her gorgeous breast. A few minutes later he stopped and went to the rollers of the rack. He turned the rollers a couple of inches in order to get the slack out of her.
He got a bottle of baby oil and smeared it all over Britney’s naked body, and she giggled like crazy.
“Now we are going to play ‘Tell the Truth.’ I ask you a question and you will tell. Simply.”
Craig started to playfully tickle tease her ticklish titties. Britney threw her head back as a river of pure ticklish hysteria came gushing out of her. She was wildly shaking her head back and forth out the sheer reaction of the ticking.
“Tell me, Princess. Are these real or fake?”
Britney was laughing so much it took she a few seconds to gather her thought, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! TH-TH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! THERE FAKE!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!”
“How many times did you fuck Justin?”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! LOTS!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! LOTS OF TIMES!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” She confessed.
“Did you ever go down on him?” Craig inquired.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! YES!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEZZ STOP!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I CAN’T BREATH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Craig was not showing any signs of slowing down. He masterfully and sadistically ticklie tortured every inch of Britney’s gorgeous upper body. The agony etched on her face and the tears streaming from her tightly sealed eyes was incredible. Hours passed by and Craig was loving and relishing every second of it. The room was saturated with Britney’s screams of hysteria.
He finally showed Britney some mercy and stopped. She was so exhausted. Her head was spinning and she had that far off look in her eyes. Britney was breathing hard in order to get some air into her burning aching lungs. Furthermore, Britney’s belly and face was hurting from all the laughter.
While the Pop Princess was recovering, Craig fastened a vibrator to the table, and placed the head of it on her cleaned shaved pussy. In addition, he went and tied her second and third toes back. He placed a pair of shaving brushes at her feet. The brushes were on a rotating devise. As the brushes spun they also moved up and down.
After Britney gained her senses, Craig explained what was in store for her. She silently cried because there would be no one to help her. Craig started the brushes. Britney exploded in a geyser of unbridled hysteria. Craig looked on for a few minutes totally overwhelmed by how insanely ticklish Britney was. He was getting such a hard on the he masturbated right there on the spot.
Next, he used a remote control and the vibrator came to life. He had it on a variance pulsing. Britney moaned and groaned in total ecstasy for a few seconds. Next, she was racked with a mixture of exquisite joy and agonizing hysteria.
Craig stated tickling Britney’s upper body out of sheer joy and wanting to tickle torture the Pop Princess.
Finally, Craig turned and started towards the door. Britney was so overwhelmed by her situation that she did not even noticed that he was leaving. Craig left the room and locked it. He turned off the lights and left Britney Spears in the thralls of indescribable hysterical agony and multiple orgasms.
THE END
By
Ovda
Britney Spears had just finished one of her spectacular concerts. She was escorted to the limo by a group of bodyguards.
“Wow!!” Britney said, as she got comfortable in the limo. “What an incredible show. I’m so tired and can’t wait to get back to the hotel.”
The limo went whizzing through Los Angeles. Suddenly the car took quick turn to an off road.
“Hey up there what’s going on?” asked a nervous Ms. Spears.
Without saying a word the petition came up cutting Britney off from the driver. She tried to open the doors, but realized that they were securely locked. Britney looking for anything to break the door, but that was also a futile effort. Suddenly a mist started coming in from the floor. In a matter of seconds all went black.
Britney woke up with a mild headache. When her vision returned to normal, she saw where she was. Britney was in a full body straightjacket. She was securely strapped down on the table and her feet were in a set of padded stocks. She pulled and tugged at her bonds, but it was hopeless.
“HELP!! SOMEBODY!! ANYBODY!! HELP ME!!” She hollered, but echoes only answered her screams. Britney continued to pull on her bonds.
Without warning, she heard the door behind her opened.
“P-Please help me. Someone kidnapped me. Please untie me.”
The person came and stood in front of Britney. It was a man.
“Hello, Britney.” He said with a certain look in his eye. “How are you doing? Fine I hope.”
“Please untie me.” She asked once again.
“Now why would I do that after all the trouble I went through to get you here.” He replied.
“W-What are you going to do to me?” Britney asked with fear and worry I her voice.
“Where are my manners” He commented. “My name is Craig. Now I must say that you are infinitely more beautiful in person than in your videos. Now what I plan for you.” Craig continued. “For years I’ve dreamt and fantasized about doing one thing to you.” With that said he pulled out a long slender feather.
When Britney saw it, her eyes grew as huge as the full moon with stark fear and terror. A big sinister smile crossed Craig’s face when he saw her reaction to the feather.
“You see, Britney, for as long as I’ve known, I’ve had a huge tickle fetish. I simply love tickling beautiful women. And I’ve been dreaming of tickling you for a very long time.”
Craig started towards her feet “I especially love tickling feet, and I think you have a pair of the most beautiful feet in the whole world. I really love your larger than large big toes.”
Craig took a seat at Britney’s feet.
“P-Please d-don’t do tickle me.” Britney begged as Craig was removing her footwear. “I-I’ll go nuts. I can’t stand to have my feet tickled.”
Craig unbuckled her evening shoes. Britney flexed her feet and fanned and wiggled her toes as she felt the cool air caress them.
Craig started smelling and sniffing Britney’s feet. She exploded in shower of hysterical schoolgirl giggles. He simply loved the way her feet smelled. That rich heady foot smell. It made his cock become hard like ebony. Next he grabbed hold of Britney’s right foot and started sucking her toes. He gave special attention to her big toe. Sucking and nibbling it. This just sent Britney up the wall in utter hysteria. She screamed and hollered in ticklish agony. After about thirty minutes passed by, Craig switched over to her left foot.
He never realized just how insanely Britney’s feet where. In his dreams they were very ticklish, but nothing could compare to the real deal. Craig loved and relished every second of tickling her size 6.5 feet.
After another thirty minutes went by, Craig stopped and gave Britney a much-needed rest. She was so exhausted. Craig licked his lips as if he had finished dinner. He had licked Britney’s soles till they were all wrinkled like prunes.
He took some kite string and tied her second and third toes back. This made her soles as tight as a drum. Craig pulled out a hairbrush.
Britney lifted her head to see what was next. “N-No. Please! No more. I-I’ll do what ever you want. You want money? I have millions I can give you.” Begged the Pop Princess as she felt her heart pounding harder and harder due to sheer terror.
“No. Britney. All I want is to tickle you to till you are nothing more than a ball of giggling goo.”
Craig started tickling her helpless feet. He began with her right foot. Slowly Craig dragged the brush up and down Britney’s helpless sole. She started laughing hysterically as she felt the maddening tickling sensation surge up her right leg like charges of electricity and attack her brain. Britney bucked and thrashed as much as her bounds would permit her. Her head was twisting as much as she could while she screamed in total agony.
Craig was loving it. He would move the brush in small circular patterns up and down her sole. Also, Craig would rack the brush back and forth across her toes. This simply sent Britney through the roof. He started on Britney’s other foot and it was all over fans. The Pop Princess dissolved into a state of sheer and totally hysterical silent screaming laughter. Britney was so horribly tickled that her entire body trembled. Craig loved hearing her taking in quick gasps of air in order to keep up with the laughter pouring out of her lungs. Every few minutes he would switch from one foot to the other. Sending Britney into more of a state of insane laughter. She wanted to beg for mercy so much, but unable to do so. An hour went by when Craig stopped.
The stopping was a total shock to her system. It felt like an amusement park ride that came to a stop.
Britney’s head was swimming and she just about forgot where she was. Every few seconds she’d laugh and giggle hysterically because she still felt the hairbrush stroking her feet.
Craig got out a bottle of baby oil. He rubbed the oil all over Britney’s soles and in between her hyper-ticklish toes. Next, he got out perhaps the most feared of all tickling tickle tools: the dreaded and infamous electric toothbrush.
“Ready for more laughs, Britney?” he asked with a sadistic look in his eyes.
Britney managed to lift her head to see him. She was a total mess. Her hair plastered to her sweaty head. Her eyes red, puffy and moist from all her crying.
“This little tool is so efficient that when I’m done with you, you will be begging me to suck my dick off.”
He turned the toothbrush on. Britney laughed hysterically out of ticklish anticipation when she heard it come to life.
Craig went to work on Britney’s feet. “It’s all about the feet, baby. It’s all about the feet.” He thought to himself.
From the first touch Britney Spears went absolutely out of her mind. The toothbrush was a thousand times more agonizing than the hairbrush. Britney’s body arched with her mouth gapping open, and she became paralyzed for a few seconds. Once the initial tickling sensation was over Britney was convulsing and screaming in utter agony.
Craig worked that brush like a master tickler. He would isolate Britney’s big toe and torture it for all it’s worth. He slowly and methodically did swirling motions, and he got the sides of her big toe and just about everywhere else. Britney simple could take anymore. All she wanted was beg Craig for mercy. She was screaming in her mind, “STOP!! NO MORE!! PLEASE STOP!! MERCY!! PLEASE!!” but she was unable to do so.
Craig continued to torture Britney’s feet. Like a skilled tickler Craig reached into his bag of tickling goodies and pulled out another electric toothbrush. He started torturing both feet. This just caused Britney to go insane with hysteria. Her face was twisted like a pretzel in sheer and absolute agony. Time went by at a snail’s pace for the poor Pop Princess. Seconds felt like hours.
All of her bucking about caused one of the straps to start to tear. Craig noticed it and stopped. Craig stopped and Britney mercifully passed out.
She awoke with a jolt to the horrid stench of smelling salts. After she shook the smell off, Britney realized that she was no longer in the straightjacket. She noticed that she was kneeling on a pad with her arms securely tied above her head. She tried to move, but was unable to do so because she was also strapped down to the pad.
Craig crouched in front of Britney.
“Have a nice rest?”
“P-Please no more” begged Britney in a whiney little girl’s voice. “I-I can’t stand to be tickled anymore. I-I’ll do anything you want. Anything, but no more tickling.”
Craig loved to see the mixture of fear and pleading in her lovely doe eyes.
Britney really was terrified. Her heart was beating as fast as a bird’s heart, and she was breathing heavily. Her stomach felt like it was twisted in a hundred knots. And Craig loved every bit of it. Made him feel strong and powerful knowing that Britney Spear’s fate was in his mighty hands.
“Tell you what I have in mind.” Craig said as he pulled out an odd looking brush. “You have a choice. Either you suck my dick off and swallow every drop of my hot cum, or I’ll tickle you with this brush.”
The brush had soft bristles all around it. With the flip of a switch the head started spinning around. Britney’s eyes grew massive with fear and her heart was pounding like a trip hammer as Craig brought the brush closer and closer to Britney’s flat sexy tone belly. She started drawing back from the brush like it was a glowing piece of coal. Craig continued to bring the brush closer and closer to Britney. When she could go back no further, she sucked in her belly as much as she possible could. Following this she started whimpering, as she could not elude the inevitable.
The brush finally made contact. Britney started laughing like crazy as she felt the bristles sliding across her hyper-ticklish belly over and over. All of the tension was released as she was floundering about trying in vain to get away from the brush.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I SUCK YOUR DICK!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! PLEAZZZ!! STOP!!!” begged Britney.
Craig turned off the brush, and Britney took a few seconds to catch her breath. Craig stood up and pulled of his pants and under shorts.
Britney’s eyes just about popped out of her head in total amazement when she saw how big Craig was.
“Yeah baby. Never saw anything that big?” he boasted. “Now get to work and suck me dry.”
Britney did as she was told. From the first second Craig felt Britney’s lips touch hid iron hard cock he was in a total dream state. He hadn’t masturbated in about two weeks and in a matter of seconds he shot a huge load into Britney.
“Swallow.” He demanded. Britney’s filled cheeks deflated as she did so.
It felt so great for Craig. Here he is having his dick sucked by his absolute #1 dream girl. Britney’s warm wet tongue sliding up and down his dick simply caused Craig to moan in total joy. He felt his cock getting harder and harder as time went by.
Time went by so slow for Craig which just caused the experience of it just that much more greater. It took Britney about an hour to suck Craig dry. He pulled out and put his pants back on. Next, Craig crouched in front of Britney. “You did a great job. Didn’t lose a drop.”
Britney was not in the cheeriest of moods.
“Sleepy time.” Spoke Craig. He pulled out a small can of knockout gas and sprayed Britney.
Britney woke up stretched out on the rack in the spread eagle position. Her feet securely held in place by the padded metal stocks.
“Ready for some more, Princess?” asked Craig with a big shark’s grin.
“Please. Please no more.” Begged Britney. It was clearly seen that she was really scared. Her chest was heaving up and down, having that deer-in-headlights look in her eyes, and her body covered with a slick layer of sweat.
“I’ve always that you’ve had a very sexy belly.” Craig said as he sat next to her on the table. He was almost drooling as he drew closer to her tummy.
“No. Please not my belly. I-I’ll suck your dick off again. This time even better.” Pleaded Britney.
Craig loved it when she begged. He placed his lips on her belly button and started blowing a symphony of raspberries all over Britney’s hyper-ticklish tummy. After Craig started getting a bit light headed, he started a tickling assault on her mid section. Britney was in total hysterics; she was squirming and wiggling about in an effort to getting away of the Ten Finger Tickling. Craig adjusted his position and started on Britney’s ribs, clean shaved baby soft armpits, and her gorgeous breast. A few minutes later he stopped and went to the rollers of the rack. He turned the rollers a couple of inches in order to get the slack out of her.
He got a bottle of baby oil and smeared it all over Britney’s naked body, and she giggled like crazy.
“Now we are going to play ‘Tell the Truth.’ I ask you a question and you will tell. Simply.”
Craig started to playfully tickle tease her ticklish titties. Britney threw her head back as a river of pure ticklish hysteria came gushing out of her. She was wildly shaking her head back and forth out the sheer reaction of the ticking.
“Tell me, Princess. Are these real or fake?”
Britney was laughing so much it took she a few seconds to gather her thought, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! TH-TH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! THERE FAKE!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!”
“How many times did you fuck Justin?”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! LOTS!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! LOTS OF TIMES!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” She confessed.
“Did you ever go down on him?” Craig inquired.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! YES!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEZZ STOP!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I CAN’T BREATH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Craig was not showing any signs of slowing down. He masterfully and sadistically ticklie tortured every inch of Britney’s gorgeous upper body. The agony etched on her face and the tears streaming from her tightly sealed eyes was incredible. Hours passed by and Craig was loving and relishing every second of it. The room was saturated with Britney’s screams of hysteria.
He finally showed Britney some mercy and stopped. She was so exhausted. Her head was spinning and she had that far off look in her eyes. Britney was breathing hard in order to get some air into her burning aching lungs. Furthermore, Britney’s belly and face was hurting from all the laughter.
While the Pop Princess was recovering, Craig fastened a vibrator to the table, and placed the head of it on her cleaned shaved pussy. In addition, he went and tied her second and third toes back. He placed a pair of shaving brushes at her feet. The brushes were on a rotating devise. As the brushes spun they also moved up and down.
After Britney gained her senses, Craig explained what was in store for her. She silently cried because there would be no one to help her. Craig started the brushes. Britney exploded in a geyser of unbridled hysteria. Craig looked on for a few minutes totally overwhelmed by how insanely ticklish Britney was. He was getting such a hard on the he masturbated right there on the spot.
Next, he used a remote control and the vibrator came to life. He had it on a variance pulsing. Britney moaned and groaned in total ecstasy for a few seconds. Next, she was racked with a mixture of exquisite joy and agonizing hysteria.
Craig stated tickling Britney’s upper body out of sheer joy and wanting to tickle torture the Pop Princess.
Finally, Craig turned and started towards the door. Britney was so overwhelmed by her situation that she did not even noticed that he was leaving. Craig left the room and locked it. He turned off the lights and left Britney Spears in the thralls of indescribable hysterical agony and multiple orgasms.
THE END
