Posted by The Black Knight on February 28, 2001 at 08:17:22:
Britney Spears stood alone outside her Malibu beach house. The sandy haired singer wore a black bikini top, jean shorts, and sneakers. She stood looking over her pool to the ocean just on the other side of the deck. Her whole body drew rigid as she heard a faint metal click that could only be one thing, the hammer of a gun being pulled back. She turned around and her light brown eyes widened in fear. The silencer on the end of the .45 barrel looked like a cannon as it pointed at her belly.
"Wh-what do you want? money? sex? anything? just don't kill me." Britney gasped.
The lower the barrel slightly and the laser sight cast its red dot just below her navel.
"No...please no. Not in the stomach!" Britney cried.
He lay the gun down on a table and Britney noticed for the first time that the gunman wore all black, including a mask. Britney looked down and winced as she saw another laser sight, this one focused just right of the center of her left breast.
"That would be my back-up, Ms. Spears. Should you make a wrong move or try to move you probably won't even feel the bullet that rips through your heart." the man in black said as he walked up to her. He pushed her hair back off of her left ear and Britney gasped as he removed her ear ring, then repeated it with her right ear.
"Sorry, Britney, but I've got to eat too." he said as ran his hand down her neck.
She stiffened as he ran his hand over her breasts, then slowly down her rounded belly.
"Why are you doing this?" Britney asked.
He didn't answer, but slowly removed her belly button ring. He put them in a pocket and unbuttoned her shorts. She wore the black bikini bottom under her shorts, so she didn't mind too much. She almost smiled as he slid the shorts down her long legs. As he knelt at her feet she thought of how easy it would be just to kick him in the head and run, but remembered his warning about his back-up. He untied her sneakers and Britney warily complied as he removed her shoes and shorts. He stood up and stepped back looking over the ninteen year old young woman in front of him.
"You are a beautiful young woman, but tell me, have you enjoyed your nineteen years?" he asked.
"You've robbed me and humiliated me isn't that enough?" Britney asked.
"If I wanted to humiliate you Britney, you wouldn't be wearing that bikini." he said.
She gulped as he reached behind the table that had his gun on it and picked up a crossbow.
"Any last requests?" he asked.
"Don't kill me." Britney whimpered, sounding more like the teenager that she was than the woman she appeared to be.
"Sorry Britney, but I'm afraid it's your time." he answered.
"Please....not in the gut. Don't make me die gutshot." Britney whined.
"Are you ready?" he asked drawing out the mental torture that was about to cause Britney to break down.
Britney took a slow deep breath, leaned her head back a little, and closed her eyes. He put the crossbow to his shoulder, took aim, and squeezed the trigger.