The video shoot had featured all those rap stars and Britney Spears, pops reigning singing sensation and idol of teen girls everywhere. She was also the most lustily sought after blonde teen sensation that made grown men groan with her every new song and video. She knew she was the subject of many a man's fantasies. But in fact Britney Spears was still a virgin and had no real idea of the power of fantasy's and the resulting climax her image could cause in the minds and hearts of men all around the world.

As her bodyguards led her to her limousine to whisk her away to her hotel, she looked again with envy at the men all laughing and joking and making plans to meet at a club later to party and celebrate. She heard the name of the club being shouted out where they were going to party at a club called Rafters.

She leaned back in her seat and slid down on the plush leather to relax, the shoot had been a rough one, one in which she had been the object of attention from all the men there for a rap song called Perfect Bitch. It was not one her mother would have approved of and it was shot for the overseas market, thank god. She had worn some pretty skimpy outfits in this one.

She arrived home, to an empty house and was alone with her thoughts. She filled the tub with hot water and lay in it to soak. Her thoughts went back to the video shoot and as she laid in the hot soothing water her hands began to caress her body. She cupped her perfect 34c tits and pinched her pink nipples slightly, the sensation causing familiar stirrings deep in her groin. Her hands slid down and through her sparse pubic hair. Hair that she'd had to trim today for the shoot because of the skimpy bottoms she had worn.

Her slender fingers brushed lightly over her always-protruding clitoris and as they did a slight jolt of excitement swept over her just like always. Her fingers parted the slippery folds of her pussy and fingers slid inside; her hot cunt juice coated her finger with her scent.

As she lay there she remembered the shoot and the images of all those rap stars with their exposed chests and chiseled bodies undulating by her and in one scene actually touching their hot black chests to her back while she danced around them lip singing to the words of the rap song.

Her fingers were soon probing deeper and deeper and then faster and faster, rubbing her clit as her excitement built. She knew she was getting close to an orgasm so she sped up her hand motions.

As she came she was thinking of the rap stars all standing over her tub watching her naked, bringing herself to orgasm at the thought of them watching her masturbating.

Her body arched in the water sending water and bubbles flying all over the floor as a powerful orgasm raced through her body. Heaving from the exertion and her breathing labored, her hands left her pussy and once again caressed her perfect tits. She could smell the scent of her body on her fingers the closer she moved her hands to her face. Having a wicked thought she brought her fingers to her nose and sniffed, it wasn't unpleasant at all.

She flicked out her perfect tongue and tentively licked the tip of one of her fingers. Not bad she thought again. Her finger slowly eased into her perfect mouth and she began to suck on it and again she was surprised at the taste. Now she eagerly licked all of her fingers that had recently been buried deep into the pussy so many men desired. 'I am wicked,' she thought to herself, 'cause normal girls don't do this I'm sure.'

As she toweled off and put on a warm robe and filled a glass with some wine she again thought of the men and their ability to go out into public and party almost like normal people, only rap stars got treated like royalty and were loaded with cash. She dug into her suitcase and found the hidden compartment that held her pot stash and several rolled joints and fired one up. 'I am a wicked girl cause nice girls don't smoke pot,' she thought to herself.

The smoke and wine mellowed her out and she looked up at the clock and saw it was only 11:30 pm. She imagined the party in full swing but knew they'd party till sunrise like they bragged about doing all the time. She started giggling to herself and thought, 'I ought to surprise them all and just show up.' She knew though that her bodyguard would never let her go out without at least the whole crew to protect her and since it was late she knew too that she couldn't go out.

So she smoked another joint and had another glass of wine she walked over to the suitcases and opened them up one at a time and looked inside. Not sure why she was doing this, she put on a pair of white vinyl shorts that hugged her like a second skin. She found a black silk shirt she had worn once before and she remembered the looks the guys at the studios had given her while she was recording a song.

It only had one button right about even with her breasts and the cut at the bottom made it flare away revealing most of her belly. She found her black thigh high boots and combed her hair and pulled it into a ponytail and applied a little makeup. She looked into the mirror and thought to herself, 'I look hot.'

Picking up her handbag, she silently opened her hotel door and peered outside. Her bodyguard was in the room next door and she could hear the TV. She slowly closed her door and quietly walked down the hallway, giggling to herself at her bravado.

Once outside she flagged down a taxi and climbed in and told the driver to take her to Rafters club. He looked back at her and said which one? She was a bit confused and asked how many of them were there? He said, "There's two, and both in different parts of town."

She thought for a moment and then said, "Which one would be for the rap and hip hop crowd?"

He said, "Both do, they're owned by the same guy."

While she thought about this new development he said, "You know you look like Britney Spears the singer."

She quickly said, "I know I get that all the time but would Britney Spears be sitting in a taxi alone when I'm sure she has a limousine and driver? Anyway take me to the closest Rafters and I'll try my luck there."

The driver shrugged, turned around and started the meter and pulled out into traffic carrying cargo worth millions but not realizing it.

Arriving at Rafters, the driver dropped her off and she paid the fare and got into the line of people hoping to get in. A bouncer looking type was scanning the crowd and saw Britney and pulled her out of line and said, "You're in sweet thing, have fun."

As she entered the club the music and the lights assaulted her senses. She had never actually been inside a real nightclub before and certainly not one like this. Hundreds if not a thousand of people were packed inside like sardines. The rap music was so loud it was hard to think. The blazing lights repeatedly blinded her by the glare.

She was literally ignored as she squeezed her way past bodies moving in time to the music. A hand squeezed her ass as she went by and when she turned to give whoever did it a piece of her mind she saw no one looking guilty everyone was just dancing. Thinking it may have been an accident she continued on looking for her rap star friends.

The deeper into the club she went, the more hands were casually reaching out and copping feels but always in such a way that she couldn't tell who was doing what. No one shouted out IT'S BRITNEY SPEARS! And for the first time she was feeling like a normal person. Although she knew her fame would get her into the club faster and to her friends she was determined to just act normal.

As the groping became more and more frequent, she began to feel a little excited and several times she actually stopped moving and let the hands wander a little more.

Someone just handed her a drink and because it was hot and so was she, she drank it with no regards to what was in it or who had given it to her. It never occurred to her at all about the recent warnings concerning spiking girl's drinks or slipping in the date rape drug. It tasted good and she drank it all down. Soon she felt the music in her body and began to just dance with it, the lights assaulted her eyes but now it seemed like magic.

The hot sweaty bodies all around her just excited her and more drinks magically kept reappearing in her hands. Men danced with her then moved on, like no one was dancing with anyone in particular and dancing with everyone at once. She got into it and let loose acting wild and crazy and loving every minute of it.

More drinks and then her world began to spin, slowly at first, but gaining speed and then she began to stumble a bit and thinking it was just the booze. She danced on not realizing the small knot of men all surrounding her in the club on the dance floor.

Suddenly she did fall and hard to the floor and was helped up by two very large black men. This caused her no alarm cause she was surrounded by large black men all the time, in videos, her bodyguards and lots of others.

She started to thank them but realized her words were very slurred. One of the men picked her up and carried her out the back door followed by two others. She was now totally out of it and had no idea what was going on. They placed her in the back seat of the limousine and it seemed familiar to her and as she completely lost consciousness she remembered thinking, 'My driver is taking me home now.' But it wasn't her driver or her limousine and certainly not home she was headed for.

*

The next day when Britney awoke, she was confused to say nothing of being hung over and on the verge of being sick. Her eyes refused to focus properly because everything seemed too foggy and hazy. As her senses cleared a bit she realized the room she was in was in fact hazy from smoke of some sort. Almost as she realized that fact, she smelled the sweet smell of pot in the air but stronger and more pungent than she had ever smelled before.

Her eyes began to focus a bit more now and she saw about thirteen black men all sitting around her as they smoked huge joints. Her eyes focused on several of the men and she saw dreadlocks hanging from their scalps and their eyes almost appeared yellow on the outside with red dots for pupils. There was some Jamaican music blaring somewhere and it hurt her ears too.

"Hey mon dah cunt is awake."

Britney attempted to see who had spoken and who he was speaking to but the smoke was getting her high again against her will.

"Hey bitch? You awake? Mon you sure do sleep long?"

Again she tried to follow the conversation but it was impossible in her state. She did recall though that she had gone to a party, something had happened to her and now she was here.

"I need to call my manager," she tried to say but it came out as, "I ked to mall my manger." They all laughed, she didn't see the humor in it.

"Please, my name is Britney Spears and I'm very famous and have lots of money and someone will pay you to take me home."

At this they all laughed at her and she was even more confused. Why were they treating her like this she wondered? The smoke was really fucking her up and she knew it and no matter how hard she tried to clear her mind up, she just couldn't. She was higher than a kite and everyone knew it from her slurred words.

Finally a tall Jamaican man walked over to her and said, "So you're the famous Britney Spears heh? Well bitch look over there and see we already got three other real Britney Spears here."

With blurred eyes Britney slowly moved her head over and looked where the man was pointing and there she saw three other young blonde's who did in fact look a lot like her.

"They too call themselves Britney Spears and soon they will have a chance to prove it." He chuckled at some inside joke and was joined by several others as well.

"We have decided to find out who is the real Britney with a contest. The real one will still be a virgin. There is only one real way to find out who is a virgin and who is not."

Now Britney knew she was technically still a virgin but she had to admit to herself she had in private shoved several large objects into her million-dollar pussy in her own private compartment. Had she bled? She couldn't remember, she only remembered thinking how bad she had been when she had done it. But then it dawned on her, even in her state, that there was only one way to prove she was the real Britney Spears, and even if she did and could, what was going to happen to her?

Before the Jamaican had a chance to say anything she blurted out "I could sing for you." With that the other girls immediately broke into, "Oops I did it again," and they all sounded just like her!

"No bitch, only one test and I'll make a deal with you. The bet is this. If you are a virgin, I'll let you go, but if not your sorry ass is mine forever to do with as I please. Now there is only one way to find out if you're a virgin or not, and just so you know, the others are not virgins."

That silly tune entered Britney's mind and she said, "I'll take that bet and you're going to regret it you son of a bitch cause I'm the best that's ever been." Even as she said that she realized she was going to get fucked my one of these men!

In her hazy state getting fucked didn't rank high on her list of worries. Getting out of there and going home alive was extremely high on her list though. If she had to lose her virginity to stay alive, she would do it. What she didn't know was that the date rape drug and Jamaican smoke were working against her normal defenses.

So as the Jamaican man approached her, her mind set was to win the bet. Win the bet, prove she was a virgin and then she could go home to her safe hotel and then her mommy. She really had no idea of what was going to happen next.

The big Jamaican man approached her and told several others to prepare her. She was grabbed and laid out on the coffee table and they began to rip her clothes off. She numbly realized what they were doing, wondering why they were stripping here in front of everyone, 'Why not take her to a bedroom for some privacy,' she thought.

Then he pulled down his pants and his big fat long dick waved in the air above her naked body. 'It's fucking huge!' she thought. Well to tell the truth it was only about nine inches long at the time but still growing. Two hands spread her perfect legs apart and in her drugged state she hoped strangely that her pussy looked well, perfect! Why did she think that at this moment? She wondered.

Her perfect body was totally exposed to all the people around her. Her first 'fucker' towered over her grinning with his pearly whites almost blinding her. She groggily watched as he lowered himself down to cover her body with his. He tried to kiss her, 'What a nerve this nigger had,' she thought.

Even though she wasn't really prejudiced she still was incensed that this nigger wanted to kiss her! It was then she felt his rock hard cock rubbing up and down against her wet slit. 'Why am I wet,' she thought? Then without a moment to realize what was happening to her he slid into her perfect pussy. Not just in, he was buried to the hilt and her screams were both a mixture of pain and pleasure. Pleasure? Yes pleasure her body told her that.

He fucked her for just a few strokes then pulled out. He looked down at her and she wondered why he had stopped. He announced to the crowd around him, "No fucking blood, no fucking virgin here mon!"

Then as he poked his big black pole back into her perfect (well, less than perfect now) pussy he sang out, "Oops I did it again." And he fucked her with a vengeance now, no care for her pleasure, pure animal lust and even as she wondered about her virginity, the pleasurable sensations of her drugged body took over and the combination of drugs and being fucked for real, took Britney's body and mind and she gave in to it wrapping her legs around his waist and fucking him back with just as much vengeance.

Suddenly a new sensation took over the pop queen's young body and she arched her back indicating her first vaginal orgasm while being really well fucked by a man. 'God, it felt great,' she remembered thinking. Like nothing she had ever felt before. 'Please god let it keep it on coming.' Like a virgin, she let go and gave in to the pleasure she had never felt before.

He being a master cocksman knew he could keep this up for as long as he wanted to, and he did. He continued to fuck Britney's formerly perfect pussy for an hour, causing the poor girl to come over and over again. Even as he fucked her, other men were being fluffed by the other Britney wannabees, waiting for their turns. Finally her first lover shot off deep inside her womb. (And who knows maybe he impregnated the singing pop teen idol?)

Over the next few days the drugs and smoke and drink she was ingesting only increased the need her body had to have more and more. She didn't realize it at the time but it wasn't the same lover on top of her over the next few days, it was a series of men, about forty who continued to fuck her perfect teenage body over and over again bringing her to so many orgasms she began to fear she would die from being fucked to death.

On her third day there, still naked, still being relentlessly fucked by anyone who happened by, she didn't care who, just so long as they fucked her, all she wanted was another orgasm, another high.

Finally she was allowed a rest. To her amazement no one else wanted to screw her. She moaned, "Fuck me please, someone fuck me, please, someone fuck me." She was almost babbling insanely but the men had had enough. She had worn them out! They couldn't get it up anymore even with the fluffers doing their best!

Finally exhausted she slept still babbling in her sleep, "C'mon someone fuck me." It was decided to sell her to their African brothers in the white slave trade. They made a deal to sell her for twenty thousand dollars and while she was under the drugs influence, she was transported aboard a ship bound for the Ivory Coast.

Every crewmember had a taste over and over again of the formerly perfect body of Britney Spears as they crossed the ocean. On the Ivory Coast, they kept her supplied with drugs and alcohol which she now craved as she served any man who came her way. She was a big hit in brothels catering to the wealthy visitors who stopped in at the port. Luckily her white customers were mostly clean, she never got the aids virus.

By now she was a little bit worse for the wear and the drugs had taken their toll as well and Britney or 'Charise' as she was now called, was sold a Chinese sex merchant for ten thousand dollars. Here she learned the pleasures of bondage and sex in bondage and submission. She developed a craving for opium as well as any other drug given to her. In her world, if it involved sex and cocks and pussies, she was all for it. She lived for sex, drugs and more sex.

After a year of Chinese living where she understood nothing but selling her body for pleasure, she was sold again for five thousand dollars to an Arab slave trader from one of the desert clans. There she learned the forbidden pleasures of well. (Here I have to say just let your minds play games with you. Suffice it to say the goats never lacked for something to eat.)

After a year of living the nomadic life, 'Pashal' (formerly Britney) was sold to a Greek trader where she learned to enjoy "Greek style love" the peculiar lovemaking that the ancient Greeks were famous for. She no longer knew who she was for sure, only that as long as she was being sexually used she was happy.

Now In Greece drugs were no longer a part of her life. Her entire being was focused on sexually satisfying her needs and the needs of her customers.

Another year went by and Britney found herself being sold yet again, and this time for only two thousand dollars. She knew by their accents that she was now heading for the Republic of Russia. Her formerly perfect body and formerly perfect face now reduced to very much less than perfect.

The ravages of time and constant sex had taken their toll on her. 'Klonkaly' as she was now called was a wasted and almost deformed figure of a human. The drugs had made her into a sex machine. The rough sex she required to get herself off had left her body marked and her perfect tits now sagged almost to her belly from being pinched and pulled and bitten on so often. Her formerly perfect pussy had been so grossly enlarged that no man under ten inches in length or seven inches in girth even caused her to notice he was inside her.

At the age of 22 her looks were pretty much gone. Her sunken eyes, testimony to countless nights up for 24 hours at a time, had taken its toll. Her sallow appearing skin was testimony to too many hours indoors, out of the sun flat on her back being used. Her weight loss attributed to her lack of appetite. She was almost skin and bones now.

Her lethargic response to any question could be attributed to her need for cock or pleasure in any form and without it she had no interest in her surroundings. In these days, her sort of pleasure would have been a source of nightmares to any other woman. Fortunately she still had not gotten the aids virus.

'Miranda' was soon sold to a Mexican contact in Mexico City for five hundred dollars. Britney could no longer remember her real name. You could have called her anything as long as she got fucked. In Mexico, she was taught a new game to play, one called, for the right bet I'll do anything you dare me to do, but if I win you pay up and if I lose, I belong to you for your perverse pleasures. The safety net (in her mind) was that if she lost any bet, her owner would sell her to the Indians in the mountain villages and she knew NO one wanted that. So she took all bets and usually won them.

Miranda had now been a 'fucking' guest of Mexico for almost a year. She had been fattened up a bit almost back to her previous body weight. Her tits still sagged a little but not as much due to the workouts that the Mexican's made her and the other girls do early every morning. She was worth more to them in shape than in the sorry state they had bought her in. Her long flowing golden locks had been cut and then her head shaved completely bald. This allowed her to put on various wigs and become whoever her owners wanted her to be.

She was also the star performer at the infamous club called El Diablo where she performed only three times a week now. She still lived for the sexual highs alone and hadn't touched drugs in over two years now. Her high was getting fucked and she craved that like most others needed drink water or eat food. Living in Tijuana now had also turned her skin golden brown again, and with her shaven head and lost memory, no one who saw her connected her with the long presumed dead Britney Spears.

Once every two or three days she put on special shows. A dare would be put to her and if the price was right, she would accept and have to do the dare. Not that she had any choice because her owners refused to allow her to turn down any bet that made them money. Her reward for fulfilling the dares was often a twenty-four hour fuck-a-thon in which 'Miranda' had her sexual needs filled by some young Mexican farm hand.

Over the last year or so Britney had made the marines and navy men who frequented the club while on liberty pay many thousands and thousands of dollars to enjoy her. Granted, many of them had to settle for just fucking the formerly perfect girl, but the money hit their pocketbooks big time.

So during their next stint at sea, about 100 marines and navy men had come up with a plan and pooled their money. They came up with the ultimate dare and this time not only would they not lose but in return all 100 men would get to fuck this girl half to death that is if she survived the dare.

When their tour was up and the aircraft carrier docked in San Diego, all one hundred chartered buses to take them to Tijuana, Mexico for the game.

They drank a lot on the way down and drank more as they passed through customs and drank more as they pulled up in front of the El Diablo club. A spokesman for the group went inside to meet with Britney's owners and presented the dare. When he was through with his proposal even the owners couldn't believe it could be done.

As they shook their heads no, he opened up his briefcase and showed them ten thousand dollars. He explained the other 40 thousand was on the bus outside. He explained he would put up the 50 thousand dollars on his bet if they put up twenty- five thousand dollars, so if she couldn't or wouldn't do it, they won the 25 thousand and her for a week. But if she could do it, they would pay fifty thousand bucks for one show.

As the owners huddled together speaking in Spanish and discussing the possibilities of making a years income off one show, the marine knew they would go a head with it. When the owners agreed, they all shook hands and agreed that that very night 'Miranda' would indeed accept the dare. Smiling at his good fortune, the marine's spokesman went outside and filled in the others the details.

That night Britney had already been told about the bet and she smiled to herself at how stupid men could be sometimes. She could do what they asked standing on her head. She also knew she would fuck all one hundred of the men if her owner's would let her. It had been a long time since she had done a train that long, she would have so many orgasm's that she would be in her own personal heaven.

That night one hundred drunken servicemen filled the club. 'Miranda' was led onto the stage and the dare was announced.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our friends north of the border have proposed a dare that Miranda has accepted." Cheers erupted from the servicemen at this announcement.

"The bet is for 50 thousand dollars that Miranda cannot swallow the cum from 100 servicemen in one sitting. The bet further states that she cannot expel any cum until all 100 men have cum in her mouth. In effect she may have to swallow over a gallon of cum from the 100 men. If she cannot do this she has agreed to pay them 25 thousand dollars and go with them for a week and do whatever they desire of her. I have agreed to this bet having being assured Miranda can do this. She knows if she fails, her week with the American service men will be nothing compared to what I have planned for her later if she fails to win this dare."

In truth her owners had told her that if she lost they would sell her to a remote Indian village as a drudge and village whore and no one would ever see her again. They also promised that if she won this one last dare, that they would give her some money and her freedom. Britney had eagerly agreed although freedom meant nothing to her at the time in reality.

The owners listened to the cheers at their spokesman announcement then as he signaled for two assistants to come out. The helped 'Miranda' up onto the table and took off what little she wore leaving her totally nude. Her ankles were placed in the stirrups and secured there with rope.

Now the contest began and one by one the drunken service men took their turns forcing their cocks into 'Miranda's' mouth. Because they had drunk so much, some of them had taken the chance to piss in her mouth, trying to make he retch and in doing so make her lose the bet. She had done this all before and it didn't bother her in the least, she just swallowed whatever came her way.

After a while the men made no effort to hide that they were peeing first into the formerly perfect mouth before they came. Fifty men into this, Britney began to feel her belly fighting and she wanted to pee but she couldn't. She didn't want to go to that Indian village and she realized that she really did want her freedom.

At number seventy-five she began to feel really nauseated and the taste of so much piss was making her disgusted. The uric acid she had swallowed was beginning to make her mind wander to thoughts that she had long forgotten.

At number ninety she was having flashbacks and beginning to remember things from her past. At ninety-five she remembered her name and that she was Britney Spears the 'once' pop singing sensation and that she was still a virgin! But it was no help because the constant infusion of cocks and the automatic response of her body forced her to open her mouth and swallow the piss and cum of her assailants.

At ninety-nine she had regained her full memory of all events over the last several years and she remembered everything she had gone through in that time. She was sick physically and mentally now and something didn't feel right even to her sick state.

The last man came to her and put it to her just like all the rest and her eyes looked up into his man and as she swallowed her last load of piss and come, she said to him, "I'm Britney Spears."

He looked down at her and said, "Yeah and I'm Dr. Dra." He laughed and pulled out his drained cock and joined his Marine friends because Miranda/Britney had indeed won the dare.

*

So Britney was carried to her bed by some of the club workers and either her owners were too busy counting the money they had just won or had just forgotten about the sutures shutting down her system, in any case she lay in bed in pain and losing it. She was actually battling for her life but no one knew about it.

All night Britney fought to stay alive but in the end what she had endured and swallowed proved to be too much for her. The shock as her memory had returned and she remembered every man in every country and every act she had performed was just too much to bear.

Before Britney finally breathed her last, she muttered aloud, "I'm Britney Spears and oops I did it again."

Epilog:

A week later the body of a shaved headed Mexican girl washed up on the shores of Venice Beach, California. Her skin was so dark it was assumed she was of Mexican origin. An autopsy was performed to determine the cause of death on the unknown female and when they found her sutures, even the medic's were stunned.

Upon opening her belly and intestines, they found the girl held over five gallons of the most foul smelling combination of urine and come they had ever seen. Experienced medics even threw up at this development. Death was listed as accidental overdose of uric acid.

The body was buried in a grave for paupers and listed as unknown. The date of death was her headstone's only remark. Only one visitor ever went there to place flowers on her grave.

He was Dr. Dra's real life son, a Marine. In fact the last Marine to piss and cum in her mouth. He often wondered late at night if she really had been the real missing Britney Spears as she claimed. What he remembered most though was the incredible head she gave and her wonderfully perverted performance.

He left the graveyard humming, "Oops she won't do it again."