Innocent
She’s not that innocent. You now that…right? That’s the joke. Everyone goes around talking about how sweet and innocent she looks. Her entire image is built around purity and sweetness. It’s all packaging. Her publicists and producers and handlers use it to milk as many dollars out of the public as humanly possible. Of which, she takes a hefty chunk. Don’t let yourself be fooled otherwise. She may be blonde, but she’s smart as a whip and can more than take care of herself. I learned that part the hard way. I have known her for a few years and everything you see id nothing of the real her. But I am probably getting ahead of myself here, so I will start at the beginning and take things slowly.
For those of you watching at home, the person in question that I am talking about is Miss Britney Spears. I have known Miss Spears for a few years now. How we met is a long and tedious story and isn’t really important…………………okay..its not that long. I had wanted to rape her since I had seen her looking so cute and innocent on the cover of her first album. I thought and plotted and planned on how to do it. How to get past her bodyguards, how to get past her security and the press constantly surrounding her. I succeeded in all of this and finally got to her when she was all by herself. And then she kicked my ass. Hey…laugh all you want, but she works out for 2 to 3 hours daily and can probably kick half of your asses too. I am a little under two metres and weigh around 108 kilos. I’m not overly muscular, but I do exercise and work out at least once a week so I am in decent shape and I thought to myself ‘What can this little 17 year old girl possibly do to me?’ Flash forward to me waking up handcuffed to a water pipe in a basement somewhere with a lousy taste in my mouth and a lump on my head the size of Nebraska.
I have no idea how long I was down there. A couple of hours to say the least. As I waited, I could only imagine the various tortures and torments that awaited me in this lovely country’s penal institutions. The longer I was there, the worse the images in my mind got, until I was about ready to fly apart at the seams. Finally, the door at the top of the stairs opened and down walked our lovely little Britney. She was dressed in simple jeans and a too tight shirt that exposed her flat stomach and cute little belly button that made me drool with lust. (okay…I have a fetish for sexy midriffs…sue me) In her right hand, she had my pack…the one that had all my little ‘surprises’ in it. You know…. handcuffs, blind fold, duct tape, ball gag etc., etc., etc. Dropping it on the ground in front of me Pulling up a folding chair, she reversed it and sat down, crossing her arms over the back of it.
“Now what exactly am I supposed to do with you?” she said to me. Not wanting to aggravate an already dismal situation, I kept my mouth shut. My mouth has been known to get me into a bit of trouble every now and then and I figured I had enough of that already. Tilting her head to the side, she seemed to honestly be considering different options. “I suppose,” she mused, “ that I should call the police, have you arrested for attempted rape. That was what you had planned, wasn’t it?” Nodding slowly, not taking my eyes off her, I waited to see what was next. She reached down into my bag as she spoke next.
“Or I suppose I could just cut off your balls and watch you slowly bleed to death right in front of my eyes and then go make myself a sandwich and some hot chocolate.” Her eyes went flat as she pulled out my knife from the bag. A little over nine inches long with a double blade and a blood groove down the center, I used it for intimidation on my victims or the occasional nick if they got too rowdy or loud. I had never looked at it from this end before though. She held it up in front of her face, seemingly mesmerized by the sharpened edge on it. A slight smile crossed her face as she focused back on me, and in that instant, I knew I was seriously screwed. All the bubble gum imagery around her, all the mindless pop music, everything that the media had hyped about her and said about her and railed against about her…it was all a bunch of bullshit. This was the real Britney in front of me, someone who could go from teen dream to psycho in 3.5 seconds flat if she wanted to. And oddly enough, this just made me want to fuck her even more. (I’m sick in the head…you knew this…don’t act all surprised now)
“I have to admit…it took a lot of guts to try this. Finding out where I was going to be, slipping past my staff and my security unnoticed. Were you going to just knock me down and fuck me or take me back to your palace and make me your ‘love slave’ until I fell in love with you?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, but I didn’t say anything. My mind was racing, trying to figure out what was going on here. By all rights I should be locked in a dank, smelly, moldy cell somewhere with a large and hairy man trying to make me his girlfriend. But that wasn’t what was happening. Why wasn’t that happening. I was missing something. The more I thought about it, the more lost I got.
“Well? Did I completely scramble your brains when I knocked your ass to the ground? I know you can speak English, you talk in your sleep.” She pointed the knife right at my face. “ You really don’t want to get on my bad side. Right now, I am the only thing standing between you and a public execution, figuratively and quite possibly literally.” I still didn’t say anything. Her brown eyes locked onto my hazel ones and in that instant, I finally figured it out. She was fucking with my mind, trying to get a reaction out of me. She tossed her hair back and stood up abruptly.
“Fine. Perhaps the police will be able to get more out of you.” Spinning on her heel, she walked away from me, heading towards the stairs. Watching those sexy hips swivel was distracting to say the least, but I had more important things to concentrate on, like getting my ass out of here. I figured it was time to start playing this game her way.
“You know which it was. If I was stupid enough to think that I could make you my ‘love slave’, I wouldn’t have gotten this far. I was smart enough to get in and I am smart enough to get myself out.” Looking back over her shoulder at me, I saw that calculating little smile again. Small town Louisiana native or not, this girl had a cunning mind inside that skull.
“And yet, you’re the one chained in my basement.” Careful not to let any irritation show, I kept my face blank and nodded.
“Only for the moment Miss Spears.” Her smile grew a little wider at that. She walked back over to where I was and crouched down right in front of me, lightly running the tip of my knife down the left side of my face and up the right until the point rested right below my eye. Pressing it against the skin, she watched for my reaction. Those brown eyes teenage boys always dreamed about were hard as diamonds right now. She was so close I could smell her hair conditioner. Ironically enough, that was more distracting than the prospect of me losing my eye.
“So…how were you going to get out?” A little more pressure. I knew if I moved, I’d always be able to be a pirate at Halloween, so being very careful not to tilt my head, I told her exactly how I would have gotten away with it. After I had stopped speaking, she seemed to be thinking about what I had just said. No hatred, no disgust, no animosity, just thinking. After what had seemed like an eternity, the blade moved away from my eye. Standing up, she walked back to the chair and sat down. Putting it back into my bag, she crossed her arms on the chair back and rested her chin on them. A single strand of hair fell in front of her face, giving her that look of school girlish innocence once again. It was almost enough to make me forget about the whole knife incident. Almost, but not quite. Reaching into her front pocket, she pulled out the key to the steel ornaments decorating my wrists and tossed it to me. Needless to say, I was more than a little st unn ed. Thinking it was some sort of trick, I didn’t pick it up. Standing up, she picked my bag up and walked back up the stairs. She stopped halfway up.
“I’ll be waiting upstairs. The sooner you realize that this isn’t a trick, the sooner we can start planning your next little ‘adventure’. But this time, there are going to be a few things different. First, I’m picking the target. I have a few rivals that need to be reminded who’s number one in the teen queen category.”
“And the second? She turned to look at me again.
“I’m going along. There’s no reason why you should get to have all the fun.”
And that, was how I had met Miss Britney Jean Spears.
***Its just a story. I was bored and had been coming here for a while so I thought I would tag something up here. Unlike some people, I do enjoy constructive criticism on my story’s, so feel free to hammer away.
Part II
still bored..you get the picture. Any tips/advice or just plain death threats…feel free to post em.
Surreal doesn’t even begin to describe this situation. I unlocked the handcuffs that were holding me to the water pipe in the basement. Massaging my wrists to get rid of the soreness, I stood alone in the basement trying to wrap my mind around the situation. I hate repeating myself, so if you’re not sure about what had happened up to this point, I suggest you read “Innocent”. For the short version for those of you too lazy to read it, several years ago (1998), I tried to rape little Miss Britney Spears. All of seventeen and the hottest thing in music, she was a bit of an obsession of mine. Everything was going exactly how I had planned until little Miss Sweet and Innocent kicked the ever-loving crap out of me. I admit it. I wasn’t nearly as smart as I thought I was. I had sorely underestimated her and she made me pay for it. I still can’t remember exactly what had happened. What I do remember is waking up with a headache, handcuffed to a water pipe in a basement somewhere. After an entirely bewildering and more than a little fear-inspiring conversation, I found myself unsure of what to do.
‘Well…’ I thought to myself, ‘Lets keep it simple. First, I should get myself out of this basement. After that, well, just get out of here first…worry about later…well…later. ” Still stunned by the recent turn of events, I wasn’t really able to think more than one step ahead. However, before I left, I grabbed a little surprise out of my bag of tricks, sticking it into my pants pocket.
. I walked up the stairs slowly, keeping both my eyes and ears open for anything. The door at the top of the stairs stood slightly ajar, letting a little sunlight, and the smells of breakfast waft into the basement. No sounds came from outside the door, so I hesitantly pushed it open. Moving on silent hinges, the door swung open completely, revealing a quaint little kitchen. A plate with some toast and orange slices sat next to a cup of coffee on an off-white formica counter top. My stomach rumbled loudly at the smell of food, but I was more interested in feeding my mind rather than feeding my stomach. Sunlight streaming through the windows let me know that it was late morning or early afternoon, and sounds of movement from the open doorway to my left let me know where my host was. Poking my head through the doorway, I saw Miss Spears sitting in a plush chair drinking what appeared to be a cup of coffee. Her legs were curled up under her, her movements smooth, reminding me of great cat curled on a rock enjoying the warmth of the sun after feeding. A large bay window let me see that we were in a residential neighborhood of some kind. I could hear the sounds of lawn mowers and kids at play from outside as I sat down on the couch opposite her.
“So…I’m pretty sure I heard what you said downstairs, but I know that a sharp blow to the head can screw up your hearing, so run it by me one more time…k?” An amused look crossed her face briefly, replaced by one of determination.
“I said, I pick the next target…and I want to come along.” Her brown eyes hardened as she said this. I was beginning to realize that this really wasn’t a set-up. Either that or this little girl was a better actor than I had originally believed. More than a little disbelief crept into the sound of my voice.
“You want to come along…to help me rape a girl?” Irritation began to show in her expression.
“If we have to keep going over this, maybe you aren’t as smart as I had originally believed. Let me say it one more time and I’ll go extra slow so you’ll be sure to understand me this time. I…am…coming…along…and…I…am…picking…the… next…target! Now do we understand?” With my head spinning, I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I simply nodded my assent. Her expression lightened some and she sipped at whatever she was drinking. “Good. I have worked long and hard to get to where I am now. I am keeping an eye on a few starlets who might try and take advantage of the media storm I am going to create. If any of them get out of line…well…let’s just say that we” emphasizing this both in the inflection of her voice and the look she gave me “are going to remind them of who is top bitch.” God she was turning me on.
“Okay…I can live with that.”
A small smile flitted across her features. “It’s not like you have much choice,” she said. “One phone call from me and you’ll be spending a very long time in a small room being some convicts man-whore.”
Now it was my turn to smile. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the digital pocket recorder I had grabbed earlier and showed it to her, making sure she saw that it was on record. “Maybe…but playing this recording for your adoring public might put a bit of a damper on that ‘media storm’ you had mentioned earlier. Since it is one of those new digital ones, I’m sure your voice can easily be authenticated, and I doubt many parents will allow their children to buy your albums…assuming that the media company you work for doesn’t bury you first.” Neither of us said anything. Neither of us moved. We just sat there, staring at each other, locked in a contest of wills to see who would come out on top. Finally, Miss Spears set down her cup and smiled.
“That is true. I guess I was right about you to begin with. You and I are going to have quite a lot of fun. But before we get ahead of ourselves, lets establish a few rules. One…this is a business relationship. I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I’m not going to fall in love. Two…when we are, shall we say, ‘in the act’, don’t get any ideas. If anything is going to happen between the two of us during one of these interactions, I’ll let you know. And three…if you should happen to get caught, I don’t know anything and I won’t be able to help you at all.”
I could understand her point of view. After all, this was probably nothing more than just a sideline for her. Her main focus was in pushing her career as far as it could go. But I wasn’t about to let that stop me from taking advantage of this situation. However, it was time to set a few things straight and maybe make a rule or two of my own.
“Well…since we are going to be such bestest buds,” I sarcastically remarked, “then let’s just get s few things out in the open. One…I’m not either. If it was love I wanted, I’d take tips from Oprah. Two…fine by me. Three…if I happen to get caught, you’re going to be right next to me. And lastly, before we make any long term plans about this, I’m going to have to see if you really want this as much as you say. Consider this” a smile on my face and in my voice” your audition.” She laughed at that last part.
Getting up, she walked briskly over to the front window. I watched her the entire way. Partly because I still didn’t completely trust her at this point but mostly because I liked the way the jeans she was wearing clung to her every curve and left very little to the imagination. After a few moments of thought, she turned back towards me.
“Okay. Where do we begin?”
“Where else…pick a target and start the hunt.”
Part III
We spent the next several days driving around the town. I found out that we were actually in suburbia in a small town called Brookfield in the state of Connecticut. Apparently Miss Spears had wanted to get as far away from her home out on the West Coast as she possibly could. She had purchased this house under a friends’ name to avoid publicity as soon as she started getting famous. After learning all the side roads and back roads in this little hick town, we started hunting for our target. And the best place to look for young and attractive women in any town is…you guessed it, the local high school. Unfortunately, the local high school wasn’t in an easily observable location. There were no buildings or houses near it that we could conceal ourselves in to watch as the students exited the building. No parking lots or strip malls to park in where we could observe them. This was going to require some up close observation. Fortunately, I had a few ideas and Miss Spears had a few connections.
Whenever a big time star goes out into public, paparazzi and fans normally swarm them under. Most of the time, this is acceptable. However, every so often a star or starlet wants to go out unobserved. In order to do this, they usually have several disguises set up. Wigs to change hair color and style, colored contact lenses for the eyes, padding to change the body shape, all of these were used to throw off anyone who was trying to follow them. Since we couldn’t observe from a distance, the best way to observe would be up close, but we didn’t want anyone to recognize us. A touch here, a dab there and voila…I was Mr. Barnes…a 37 year old single father who was looking into local schools for his daughter Samantha. I made an appointment with the school for the next morning to meet with the principal.
Arriving promptly for my appointment at 10am, I waited for a few minutes in the main office for the principal, a Miss A (I have no intention of giving her real name…mostly because I couldn’t pronounce it if you paid me $5000.00) to show herself. She walked out of her office and introduced herself to me. She was actually quite attractive in her sheer blouse and skirt. We made small talk as she walked me around the school. Her pitch about the school was very good. If I had actually been who I said I was, I probably would have sent my ‘daughter’ to this school. But I was only half listening to it. Mostly I was paying attention to the female population here. Like most schools, there were a whole lot of average girls, a few fugly ones and a few really attractive ones. Nothing was really catching my attention until we got to the cafeteria and that was when I saw her. Five foot nothing, all of one hundred pounds (at most), with long black hair and brown eyes, she was this tiny little Asian girl. Smooth skin and a surprisingly full figure topped the whole package off. I off-handedly mentioned that I hadn’t had time for breakfast and asked if it would be possible to grab a bite from their cafeteria. Miss A. was more than accommodating and joined me.
While we chatted, I kept an eye on the girl. A couple people stopped near her, talking briefly to her, but no one joined her at the table. She was reading a book as she ate a sandwich, Tolstoy’s “Anna Karinina”. Brains and beauty all rolled up into one very small and sexy package. She finished her meal and left the cafeteria, her ass swinging sweetly inside a cute miniskirt. Both Miss A and I got up and left the cafeteria about a minute later, heading back towards her office.
“I am quite impressed by your school,” I told her, ”but I would like to bring my daughter by tomorrow if possible. She can be quite…particular about things. She may be daddy’s little girl, but she can be quite a pain in daddy’s ass if she doesn’t get what she wants. I am sure you know the type.” I flashed a disarming smile at her. She laughed softly at my little joke.
“Oh yes, we have a few of those here. We can set up an appointment for tomorrow at 8am. Just stop by the office when you are done and we can see about setting your daughter up in our school.”
“Actually, I have several interviews to take care of tomorrow morning. Would it be possible for Samantha and I to stop by after the kids get out of school, say around 1pm?”
“Actually, the last classes are dismissed around 1:45 pm, but you can stop by at whatever time is most convenient for you.” One more question to take care of.
“Will we need to have a visitors pass? I don’t want to get into trouble with your security guards. The last school we were at caused quite a fuss if you didn’t have a visitors pass.”
“Oh no….we don’t have any security guards here. This is a quiet little town. Most everyone knows everyone else. We never have any trouble here.” Her reassurances had set most of my doubts to rest. When Miss Spears and I walked around the school tomorrow, we should get a good idea of what we were dealing with. I thanked her for her time, shook her hand and left the school. I drove down the road for a short while and then pulled the car off to the side of the road. Pulling off the attached prosthetics on my face and dumping the wig, I got out of the car and opened the trunk. Grabbing my bag out of the car, I quickly darted into the woods. I changed my clothes, dumping the slacks, dress shirt and sport coat for a pair of jeans and T-shirt. I threw on a light jacket and slung the backpack over my shoulder and walked back the hundred or so yards to the school. When I got there, I walked over to the parking lot and sat in the bushes, making sure that I had an unobstructed view of the exits. Fortunately, there were only two main exits to this podunk little place. If anybody spotted me, I’d just be someone out for a nature hike who was stopping to take a leak.
I kept track of the traffic on the road by the school as I waited, and at precisely 1:45pm, the last bell rang and all the kids came pouring out of the school. Have you ever tried to find one kid in a crowd of a couple of hundred? Especially a short one? The mass of teens started to thin and I thought that I had missed her, but I got lucky. She must have been running late because she came flying out the doors just as the busses were pulling away. I couldn’t hear exactly what she was saying, but I could tell she wasn’t exactly a happy camper. After throwing what appeared to be a moderately spectacular fit, she picked up her books and sat down dejectedly on a bench by the door. As groups of kids would come out and walk to their cars, she would stop them and I was guessing ask for a ride to her home. Most looked apologetic and shook their heads no, but one girl apparently said yes and they headed off into the parking lot, getting into a yellow Saturn. I grabbed my pack and made a mad dash back to my car. With any luck, I would be able to follow them back to her house. I got into my car just as the Saturn went flying by. Fortunately the car was such a bright color, I could stay a distance back and follow it with ease.
After driving for about five minutes, running two stop signs and nearly causing and accident, the Saturn pulled onto a side street and the Asian girl got out. I nearly laughed when I saw her. She had a decidedly greenish tint to her complexion and looked like she had just seen her life flash before her eyes. She waved as the Saturn sped off and then walked, quite unsteadily, up to what I was guessing was her house. I didn’t see any cars in the driveway and since she pulled a set of keys out of her pocket so it looked like she was the first one home. I was tempted to just walk right up and into the house. With little towns like this, most of the time people didn’t lock their doors during the day. But that was the impulsive side of me talking. I learned my lesson from Miss Spears. Besides, I wasn’t here to have fun. Not yet at least. I stayed parked down the road in my car for another 3 hours before a car pulled into the driveway. An older woman with a noticeable resemblance to the girl got out of a Ford sedan and walked right inside. No keys. I thought so. I waited around for another hour and then a second car pulled into the driveway. Asian man, probably in his late thirties or early 40’s. And once again…even though it was moving on towards evening, no keys. I waited around until almost 9 o’clock, but nobody else showed up.
When I had arrived back at the house that I had woken up in, I realized that I was incredibly hungry. I hadn’t eaten all day because I was intent on finding out as much as I could, but now that I was relaxing some, my stomach made it perfectly clear that it wanted food…and right right now! I practically raced into the house and ransacked the kitchen. While I was eating, Miss Spears came out of one of the bedrooms.
“I was wondering what had happened to you.” I finished the bite of ham and cheese in my mouth before replying.
“I found us a mark. I think you’ll be pleased when you see her.” Her eyes went from casual disinterest to an almost fervent hunger. It was moderately disturbing, but I had begun to get used to the rapid changes in her attitude. She sat down at the table as I told her what I had seen and done today. We spent the next couple of hours going over our plans for the next day, getting our ‘family history’ straight so there wouldn’t be any problems. When we thought we had all the bases covered, I decided to turn in.
Author of this rape story is: boredathome
