Into The Woods

Into The Woods

This is a complete work of fiction.

Into The Woods was inspired by Britney’s December 2001 photo shoot for
Rolling Stone Magazine and a video screen capture from her latest concert in
which she gets very wet as part of her show.

Her breath was ragged now. She had been running flat out dodging trees, bushes
and loose branches where necessary. Britney Spears could not believe her
predicament, although in reality her mind was focused simply on evading the
two men now chasing her into the woods.

It was to have been a pretty steamy photo shoot. For the first time Britney
was to
have allowed deliberate shots to be taken of her wearing only skimpy
underwear, and, what’s more, in various stages of undress. It
wasn’t nude in any way, but was clearly going to service the fantasies
of her male, and some female, fans. It was for this reason that she had
insisted that only herself, the photographer and the lighting technician were
present. Surely she was safe, they were professional, reputable people,
weren’t they? Well, apparently not!

It had all started out fine. The day had begun with a light breakfast, then a
short drive in the photographer’s open topped jeep to the clearing where
the shoot would take place. All had still seemed fine even when Britney had
kicked off her shoes and slipped off her denim jacket. As she turned to face
them, in her faded blue jeans which rested firmly on her hips showing at least
an inch of lacy, pink underwear and a tight fitting sports bra which was to
double as a top for the shoot, she looked stunning.

It was only when Brit overheard snippets of their conversation,
“;take her…little bitch;have our fun;..” that
she realized she was in trouble. Fortunately, at that moment, they
weren’t watching her, and she knew her only chance was there and then.
So, bare foot and all, she took to her heels and sprinted off into the woods.

It took the men just a few seconds to register her escape but those seconds
were important as Britney gained a lead and headed off into the thick forest
of trees ahead.

She was now just a short way into the undergrowth but already they were
gaining on her and the valuable seconds she had started out with were being
eaten up. Fortunately, although she was less powerful than her would be
captors, they were all having to battle against low hanging branches and
tortuous routes around the trees. These factors meant that Brit was able to
hold them off for far longer than she would otherwise have been able to, but
still they gained more and more on her.

Her bare shoulders were being scratched continuously but she was oblivious to
any pain as she desperately sought to evade the men. They could see, as they
closed on her, how her short top was also being torn and the excitement this
generated in their groins spurred them on.

Then she was gone.

One second they could see her, and then they couldn’t. Somehow she had
managed to skirt around the trees and bushes and had lost them. They stopped
and looked around. Which way did she go? They looked at each other confused
and frustrated.

“Aaaayeeee” they heard the shout, and then they smiled. Just a
few paces ahead of them Britney had stood on a sharp rock, stumbled and now
she lay on the leafy ground resting on her elbows staring up at them, with
terror in her eyes.

“Well, well, look what we’ve found here, our source of fun for the
rest of the day.”

Britney began to shuffle backwards as best she could, but the men simply
walked up to and around her, cajoling her, making her shuffle one way then the
other. Britney begged for their mercy, but they laughed at her as one man
flicked out his leg and pushed her down to the leafy bed, pinning her down
with the sole of his shoe. “Oh no don’t, please, I don’t
know what I’ve done, but please don’t hurt me!” she pleaded.
“Shut it Britney” one of the men ordered. She was dumbstruck.
Britney could not speak. But she screamed as her tousled blond hair was
gripped in a bunch and she was pulled up to her feet. “Owww” she
yelled as her hands automatically flew protectively up to her head.

Releasing her from his painful grip Britney was set down onto her own two feet
once more. She gulped as the men spent a few moments drinking in her looks.
They analyzed every contour of her body from her blond, straggled hair down to
her naked and scratched shoulders. Then, continuing lower, over her torn top,
now showing more than intended of her bare breasts underneath and along the
full length of her legs covered by the fashionably ripped faded denim she was
wearing. She could sense their intention and automatically crossed her arms in
front of her chest in an attempt to cover herself. The futility of her action
became clear as her wrist was grabbed and she was pulled over to a large tree.
“This should do” she heard one man say. Her wrists were easily
held as a large, thick rope was fastened expertly around them. Brit winced at
the tightness of the knot and could already feel it digging into her skin.
When she saw the rope thrown over a thick protruding branch, she closed her
eyes in a childish desire for it all to go away. “Heeelllppppppp!”
she shouted as the rope was pulled tight and her arms were hoisted painfully
above her head. Her body was stretched taught as the rope was pulled further
and further and finally secured with a large tent peg, leaving poor Britney
standing on the tips of her naked toes at the mercy of the two men. She could
already see the bulge in the front of their trousers which confirmed what she
had really known all along about their intentions.

Britney inhaled sharply as she was approached. She sensed the man as he moved
behind her, and then she saw his partner in crime take a seat on a suitably
placed tree stump in front of her. “Please..leave..me..alone,” she
begged as he took hold of her arms high above her head and began to move his
hands slowly up and down them. Her whole body trembled in fearful anticipation
and she moaned quietly as he kissed her lovely bare neck allowing his tongue
to linger on her skin. “What shall we do with you?” he said
quietly. “Please, please let me go” she responded. “Not a
chance” he whispered in her ear. Britney began to cry.

“Leave me alone please,” she pleaded once more, trying to twist
her head away from his attentions. Every part of her body was tense as she
waited for his next move. “I think a good whipping will relax
you,” he laughed. Britney was nearly sick. She could hardly speak and
simply whimpered at the thought of what they were going to do to her.
“Oh no, don’t hurt me anymore” she begged, finding her
voice. “Oh we will, we will hurt you a lot, and when you are really
hurting we will hurt you some more!” he chided her.

As she panicked Britney began to feel the chill of the woods, as the trees
protected them all from the sunlight. She watched in terror as the man left
her momentarily and walked over to his colleague. She was standing on her
tiptoes facing them both. They turned to look at the gorgeous sight that she
presented. She swallowed hard as she saw one man reach inside his jacket and
remove a long coiled whip. Britney knew nothing about whips but it looked
very severe and capable of inflicting great pain. She saw him take off his
jacket and turn to approach her with a look of eager anticipation on his face.
“Please, no you can’t, you;;” Her reaction to
his approach was cut short as he cracked the long, single, leather lash of the
whip hard against the ground. Britney struggled desperately against the bonds
that held her arms high and tight. She could see there was no way out of this
and so she braced herself as best she could. She watched him step nearer,
move his whipping arm back and lash out at her body. Despite her forewarning
of his intent, nothing could have prepared her for the agony that exploded
across her already scratched breasts.

The pain took a moment to register but when it did Britney let out a piercing
yell as the red welt mark showing between the large rip in her skimpy top
began to appear more clearly. She had little time to recover as another lash
sliced across her stomach, leaving a second angry mark. This time she could
not yell as the wind had been taken from her body. The man stopped for a few
seconds while the agonizing scream, which eventually came, faded away and
Britney’s sobbing body recovered enough to face up to her assailant once
more. She could see the second man idly stroking his erection, while the man
whipping her was clearly also very aroused.

Britney sagged, almost hanging now by her wrists, a situation which was, in
itself, very painful. She heard the lash slice through the air once more as it
criss crossed the first blow, again ripping her top into shreds. Once more
Britney screamed as loud as she could. Her small top was now hanging in
threads from her shoulders, her left nipple clearly visible and reddened by
the lash. Her fingers stretched and closed as if clutching the fresh air.
Groaning, Britney sagged even more. Secured in her bonds, she viewed her
captors through a dazed mist, hardly aware that the pain and shock of her
situation had caused her to empty her bladder where she hung.

“Look at that” said the man with the whip, “Britney’s
wet herself.” They laughed as the damp patch spread across her groin
darkening the faded denim. She sobbed harder now, if that were possible,
humiliated as well as being in great pain. She received seven more strokes
each one marking the point of its own impact with a thick red welt. Britney
was gasping for breath, sobbing, when she could, and on the point of blacking
out.

“Okay Brit, we’ll take a break now. Don’t want you fainting
on us do we?” he mocked. She was barely aware of his comments. Her long
hair hung low as her exhausted frame drooped, hiding her tortured torso from
her captors. But still the men could sense the agony in her body from the ten
strokes to her breasts and stomach. “Hey, Brit,” shouted the
second man, ” Plenty more to come yet!”

Slowly, but surely she came to her senses a little more. The pain became more
real and she could feel the dampness around her crotch as her panties and
jeans clung to her body. Britney groaned as her mind cleared, and, although
she did not have the strength to look up, she could sense one of the men
approach her by the heavy rustle his boots made on the bed of dry leaves.
“Please just leave me alone,” she whimpered. She heard no reply
but felt the pain once more as her hair was gripped and her head twisted and
turned upwards to face the second man.

“My turn now,” he stated simply. Looking directly into her lovely
features he moved his mouth to hers and kissed her full on the lips. Although
she did not return the kiss, Brit was too weak to fight him and she moaned as
his tongue forced its way through to invade hers. For what seemed like an
eternity, he kissed her turning up his desire all the more, preparing himself
so that he could continue to inflict further agonies on her poor, bound body.

Finally he broke free peeling his lips away from her. Standing only inches
from Britney’s beautiful face he, once more, held her head upright by
her long, tousled hair. Staring directly into her lovely eyes he rubbed his
hands gently over her breasts making her wince as he touched the red marks
left by the whip. As he gripped a handful of the tattered remnants of her top
in his fist, she weakly shook her head in an attempt to dissuade him, but to
no avail. With a strong pull and a loud rip he tore away the cloth, which had
covered her upper body. Both men stared at her part naked body, marveling in
her magnificent breasts criss crossed with lash marks, highlighting her agony.

“Look at those tits!” the man with her top clutched in his hand
said. Britney managed to look up as he walked back to his colleague. She
groaned as he picked up the whip once more and turned to walk back towards
her. He smiled as she again began to struggle wildly. This time he walked
behind her. She twisted a little to follow his path, but in the end she was
too weak to do anything but hang by her wrists, which left her slender back
and curvy hips as his target. She could not see this time, but she sensed him
prepare for the attack on her naked flesh, a fact that was also signaled by
the sudden interest of the watching man.

“Hang on,” said the sitting man. He stood up and approached
Britney. She watched him as he took her hair into his hands. “Give me
that top, or what’s left of it!” he chuckled to his mate. Taking
the strip of fabric, which had held her breasts, he tied her hair into a pony
tail which sprouted from the top of her head. This made her whole face look
younger but no less pretty. More importantly for the men it exposed her naked
back fully.

“Thanks,” said the man now in control of the whip. Brit prepared
herself once more as best she could.

“SWISH;!” the lash cut through the air and again exploded
like thunder on her bare back, leaving a single red, angry welt across her
skin from shoulder blade to the opposite hip.

“BASTAAAAARDDDDDDS!!” she cried in great pain, unable to avoid
shouting out the expletive in response to the fire that danced across her
back. Again, the thick length of leather crashed down onto her, expertly
leaving the opposite cross mark. Once more Britney’s whole body exploded
in pain. “One more bitch!” he shouted, and a third stripe hit her
swiftly across her naked flesh. Brit sobbed hard now. A fourth followed and
she writhed under the sting of the lash.

Then there was a pause. The man needed to refresh his breath after four mighty
lashes. Brit would have screamed if she could have seen his massive erection
bursting to get out. However, the man watching gave her enough indication of
the size of turn on this was for them.

“Tell me how you feel Brit,” said the watching man. She was
silent. He moved to her. “SLAP!” She cried out, feeling the sting
of his open palm across her cheek. “Tell me,” he ordered. Brit
looked up from under her ragged fringe and tear filled eyes. “I..I..I..I
hurt so much,” she whimpered. “Good!” he replied. Even as he
returned to his seat the fifth stroke fell on her poor back.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, please n.n.n;..Owwwwwwwww,” the sixth
stroke cut short her pleas.

Again Brit received ten lashes as her back was flogged just as her front had
been. She was now, once more, on the verge of fainting. Exhausted and beaten
she hung, limp in the ropes. She still looked stunning, in fact, in many ways,
more so. She did not have the energy to sob, but simply hung groaning at the
pain she so clearly and acutely felt.

She did not see them pull out the tent peg from under the leaves, but she fell
to the ground in a heap as the rope came free. Once more she was pinned down
by a large boot, as her wrists were cut free. She was in no condition to
take advantage of her relative freedom even if she had not been pinned to the
floor. A length of fishing wire was tied tightly, in several knots, to her
belly button ring. A quick tug on it, brought Brit to her senses as she felt
the painful pull on her skin. She was allowed about six metres of slack
before the other end was tied to the tent peg. Taking a rock, the peg was
hammered back into the ground. Brit watched in fear as one man produced a
long knife. Holding it to her throat he said “We want you to stand up,
and take off your jeans and panties. But you will do this slowly, very slowly.
Do you understand?” he pushed the point a little further into her neck.
Brit nodded very carefully, scared by the closeness of the steel blade.
“Go on then, do it,” he ordered.

Painfully, Brit raised herself, first to her knees then to her unsteady feet.
She stood several metres away from them, but was careful not to stretch the
fish wire to its full length. “Release your hair first!” Brit
reached up to the makeshift tie and pulled it free. Shaking her head she freed
her long hair once more causing it to tumble down over her shoulders. Pausing
she did not know what to do next. “Jeans!” she heard the order.

Shaking, her nervous fingers moved to the top button on her faded denim jeans.
Looking down at the ground she punched the button free, wincing as any
movement of her arms released pain from the whip marks. Continuing down her
fly she punched every button loose. The tightness of the fabric, compounded by
the sticky wetness from where she had wet herself, made the jeans stay in
place as the fly simply fell to either side revealing the lacy, pink front of
her panties. Brit glanced up and groaned, because in addition to her having
been flogged and now forced to strip, one man was taking photographs that she
knew would be their protection against her telling anyone the explicit nature
of her ordeal.

The men watched in silence as Britney gripped each waist side and wriggled,
very sexily, to ease the jeans over her hips. This caused her no little pain
and she flinched as she pushed them down over her thighs and down further
until they rested in a bunch around her ankles. Finally, to complete the
exercise, she kicked them off.

Standing only in her high cut pink panties, Brit faced the men. “Very
nice, very nice indeed,” they drooled over her stunning features. A
small chink of sunlight edged through the thick umbrella of trees,
highlighting the very tops of Britney’s thighs where the lacy material
spread tightly over the sexy gap, which her pussy created. “Off,”
she heard the order, and knew she had no option. A last pleading look
preceded Britney hooking her fingers into her panties as she began the long
journey down her slender tanned legs. The slowness brought on primarily by the
pain in her back and chest unwittingly heightened the eroticism of the act.
The men rubbed their erections openly as Brit revealed bit by bit her now
entirely naked body in all of its stunning glory. Her panties were kicked off
to join her jeans and she faced them entirely nude.

“Good show Brit, great show. Look at your body, it’s made for
fucking!”

“Please, please no more,” she begged. Just then the sky opened and
a light pitter patter against the leaves soon became the loud rapping of heavy
rain soaking everything in a matter of minutes. The men moved to stand under
a large tree thereby minimizing the rain that fell on them. Britney, however,
was ordered to stay in the open clearing. The rain fell soaking her bare
skin, hurting her sore back and stinging her lashed nipples. Her hair was soon
plastered to her face as she crossed her arms over her chest, accepting the
pain of touching her lash marks in favour of keeping some of the water off her
naked skin. Her back, chest and legs, in fact her whole body, glistened in the
rain. Water dripped off her nose, her chin and matted her neatly trimmed pubic
hair and generally soaked her through.

Within a few minutes the rain had stopped. The men came out from beneath the
large tree, almost still dry. Britney stood shivering and wet to her core.
She looked more stunning than ever. One of the men moved to the tent peg.
Reaching down he took the fish wire and reeled Britney in, pulling the wire
and painfully stretching the skin that held her belly button ring. Almost
jogging Britney reached the spot where the man was and he stood up. Taking
the knife in his hand he reached down to Brit’s stomach. She held her
breath, but to her relief he only slit the wire to free her.

She could see the large bulge in their trousers. For a third time that day
she felt her hair gripped and twisted and she was forced to her knees, then
further onto the floor. Towering above her one of the men began to unbuckle
his trousers. “No, don’t do this please,” she pleaded. But
as she said this Brit saw his trousers fall around his ankles, soon followed
by his pants. She stared wide eyed at his cock, hard and ready for her.
Britney closed her eyes as she felt her legs spread by his hands. The
beautiful Britney Spears realized that she was about to be raped. “No,
don’t;;.” she whispered, to no avail as his cock was
positioned at her slit. He taunted her as he edged inside her. “Are you
ready for me you cocktease? Because I’m ready for you.”

The entrance to her pussy was wet from the rain, and he slid in the first inch
of his penis.

“Ohhhhhhhh!” she groaned both from the invasion of her slit and
the pain of her whip marks rubbing against the ground. She was very dry
beyond the opening of her lips and he needed to help her, so he moved his hand
to rub her clitoris and moisten her. Brit bit her lip as she became
unwittingly aroused. Despite her agony she began to writhe under his feel.
“Go on slut make me hot!” he mocked. As her juices began to flow
he slipped in further, then further until she moaned as he impaled her fully.

“So the virgin thing was bullshit then?” he mocked. Britney turned
her head away as he began to fuck her properly. In, out, faster, slower he
fucked her. His fingers still worked her clitoris and she groaned anew. He
shagged her harder and she cried out. Suddenly, the pent up desire, that the
whipping of Britney had created, was released. His back arched and he slammed
his cock into her. Brit screamed both at the pain his hands on her breasts
generated and the feel of his sperm filling her. Spurt after spurt flowed deep
into Britney until the man emptied himself and collapsed onto her. Brit lay
sobbing as he slowly stood up and allowed his limp cock to withdraw from her
leaving a thick arc of semen connecting him to her until it broke free.

She glanced up to see the man fastening his trousers. “Thanks
Britney,” he mocked. She watched motionless as the second man took his
place and revealed his large, thick cock to her.

Kneeling down he took hold of her right hand. Placing it under his he moved
it to her cunt. Under the guidance of his own fingers he began to encourage
Britney to stroke her own pussy. So reluctant was she that, at first, he was
forcing the actions, through which frantic stimulation was being given to her
ever stiffening clitoris. Soon Brit became entranced by the motion and took
the lead, introducing a finger into her own pussy folds. He continued to frig
with her until she accompanied the first finger with a second and became lost
in her growing desire and ecstasy. His cock stood at the now very wet
entrance to her cunt. Inch by inch he slipped inside her. She gasped as she
took his entire length.

With her eyes screwed tight shut, the feel of him inside her caused Brit to
concentrate on her own pussy and she rubbed it furiously. She began to squirm
under him, as she became even more turned on. “Mmmmmmm,” she
moaned and moistened her dry lips with her tongue. He was ready to come
almost immediately but steadied his thrusts until he felt Brit too was ready.
Once she started to squeeze her thighs together he let go flooding her with
his sperm.

“OHHHH YESSSSSS I’M COMINNNNNGGGG!!” she yelled, as her
release came and she had a fantastic orgasm, the like of which, despite her
pain and suffering, she had never experienced before. Shaking her head from
side to side she groaned with desire gyrating and writhing under him,
oblivious to the pain her body still felt.

Both Brit and the man collapsed following their intense experience. Gently he
pulled out of her leaving Britney laying on the ground, exhausted and almost
unconscious.

The first man returned and once more pulled her up by the roots of her wet,
matted hair and returned her to the tree. “What are you
do;” she stuttered. He threw her against the tree and forced her
back against the rough bark, causing fresh pain to wrack Brit’s body.
Pulling her arms back she was painfully secured, her arms stretched back
around the tree and her sore breasts forced outwards. Thick rope was tied
tightly around her waist, thighs and calves completing her bondage, and
leaving her legs two feet apart. She could not move. Her back was on fire
again.

She watched horrified as she saw the whip taken up for a third time.

“NOOOOOOOOO;;;.” She yelled. Only it was too
late, as the thick, leather lash was expertly used upon her defenseless body.
It slashed down between her legs cutting up and into her cunt. She cried out,
feeling the most pain yet as the tip of the whip flicked inside of her wet
slit. “SLASH !” again a second lash.

Except this time only a muted yell as the kiss of the whip upon her pussy was
the last thing Brit felt before she blacked out.

Britney came round some time later. She was alone. The men had disappeared but
she remained tied to the tree, however, only by her right wrist. Slowly the
pain between her legs, on her back and across her chest came vividly back into
her mind. She had been raped and flogged, and she remembered the photographs
and began to sob to herself. Cries that were heard by no one in the remote
clearing where Britney Spears had been left, on her own, bound and secured.

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