Here’s another great story by my friend Marie B that got lost from the board when it crashed some 6 years ago. Thanks to Jessie who’d saved a copy – kiss!
Hope you all enjoy it!
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Kayla
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OOPS! I DID IT AGAIN!
By Marie B
“I told you,” shouted the famous blonde woman who stood before me, “When I work out, you get the fuck out of my way. In fact, you get out of the gym. Don’t you know who I am, you little bitch?”
Yes, I knew who she was, but seeing Britney Spears standing there and threatening me was such a strange scenario that I almost couldn't believe my eyes.
“I know who you are,” I exclaimed, “but I go to this school and work out here every day. You’re just passing through and you don’t kick me out of my own gym.”
Actually, I have gymnastic practice in that gym twice a day, six days a week. I was wearing my customary red leotard and practicing a floor exercise when Britney bumped into me while I was performing a tumbling run. Yes, the floor exercise takes up a lot of room, but when a girl is doing it, no one else comes onto the mat. When I finished my run with a twisting layout, I made light contact with the young woman who was now staring me down and demanding that I stay out of her way.
Apparently, Britney had gotten the school's permission to use the athletic facilities. She wanted a light workout and mistakenly thought that the school would arrange to have everyone out of the gym when she was there. But my daily routine was too important to miss, and no one had told any of the gymnasts to stay out of the area, anyway.
So there she was, staring me down with her hands on her hips and a frown on her pretty face. Instead of an exercise outfit, Britney was dressed as we have seen her in so many photos; a halter-top, old jeans and bare feet. Not very clean feet, either.
“Actually,” Britney said, I am kicking you out. If you don’t get the fuck out of here right now, I’ll be getting my exercise by kicking your tiny ass.”
I had mixed feelings. On the one hand, Britney was so yesterday. Who gave a damn about her anymore? It was hard to take her seriously, given that she was no longer the famous “pop tart” who had entertained people the world over. Nowadays, she was more famous for her half-assed husband and recent allegations of child abuse. If anyone had respected her music before, they certainly didn’t anymore.
But, on the other hand, she was Britney Spears, for gosh sakes. In her own way, she was a legend….and am I going to get into a fistfight with a legend?
I didn’t have time to answer that question, because Britney lashed out suddenly and slapped me across the face. As I stood there, shocked, she wore a smirk on her face that plainly said; “I’m Britney Spears. I’ll hit you if I want and you can’t do anything about it.
Holding my face, I sized her up. I’m a shade under five feet tall, but Britney wasn’t that much taller. I don’t know if she’s ever been in a fight before, but I sure have. In fact, most of the girls I’ve fought have been bigger than her, and they certainly looked tougher. I expected that she would be soft and weak, traits that had grown over all the years that she had been pampered and fawned over. Plus, I figured I had one other advantage; she didn’t think that anyone would hit her back. She was well familiar with the trappings of her fame and fortune and she probably figured I would back down and leave the gym.
So, Miss Spears was probably the most surprised person in the world when I stepped forward and returned the slap, burning the bimbo’s cheek with my open hand. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she stared at me in utter shock. On her face, I could see the truth of what I had been thinking….no one had ever returned her abuse. Now that someone had, I figured she would storm from the gym; displaying a mock anger but being anxious to back off, as bullies so often do.
So I was surprised when she attacked, coming at me with a fury that took me totally by surprise. Believe me, there was nothing scientific in her aggression…..just the rage of her anger accentuated by every dirty tactic at her disposal.
Britney charged and knocked me down with a knee to my stomach. When my back hit the mat, she recklessly leaped on top of me, but my quick reflexes allowed me to wrestle her onto her back and straddle her. My spirits were high; I was sure that my wrestling experience would allow me to stay in control while her strength quickly dissipated. Rage is a very tiring thing, and her face was curled into such an expression of hatred and fury that I figured she would flail away at me and waste her energy in a hurry. I just had to stay on top.
That strategy went out the door when she extended her arms toward me. I expected her to grab my hair because that’s what inexperienced fighters usually do. Instead, Britney curled her hands into claws and went for my eyes. For a split second, her thumbs pressed against my closed eyes. The pain was so intense that I jerked backward, and it was a good thing I did. Britney rose with me and grabbed two handfuls of my hair and yanked me off her. I started to roll away from her but she caught me by the foot. To my shock, she pulled the foot up and into her mouth, where she chomped her teeth down on two of my toes. I screamed in pain and kicked out at her. I got free but she jumped on me again, ramming both knees into my stomach and grinding them into me. Next, she aimed two hard, direct punches at my face and bloodied my nose. The expression on her face was one of uncontrolled rage; her teeth were gritted and her throat emitted a snarling sound that scared me badly. Britney was like a wildcat and I knew that if I didn’t establish some kind of control over her that she would destroy me.
It was hard to try and think of a strategy when she was ripping me apart, but I still figured that my best chance was to capture her in wrestling holds and tire her out. Toward that end, my best friend was the scissors hold, applied to any part of the opponent’s body that one could capture. Still lying on my back, I brought my legs from behind Britney and planted them on her shoulders. Pushing her backward, I succeeded in knocking her to her back, and as she twisted to the side, I wrapped my legs around her neck and locked my ankles behind her head. This is a great hold with which to tire your enemy out and I locked it in tight and prepared to wait it out until she quit.
My ankles are very strong from years of balance beam routines and as Britney tugged at them with her hands in an effort to unlock them, her face showed the first signs of frustration. I thought that this was the beginning of the end for the pop diva, but as I watched her face, the expression of rage and determination returned and she used her fingernails to claw at my ankles. She dug in deeply and the pain was excruciating. I wanted to hang on, but as she gouged even deeper, I was forced to let go. We both quickly climbed to our feet and Britney went on the attack before I could even get started with mine. She began slapping my face again and backed me up with a two-handed assault that had me reeling from pain. I had my hands up to block her slaps but her accuracy was frightening….every shot hit its target. On the fifth slap, she hit me so hard that it turned me sideways. Britney followed up with a vicious kick to my groin that hurt so badly that I felt it in every bone in my body. As I started to go down, she hit me with a clubbing fist on my ear that sent me crashing down to the mat.
My ears were ringing as I lay there. Often, when a fighter sees that she has her opponent badly hurt, she will stop her attack for a moment to stare at the damage she was wrought. No such thing with Britney, though……she kicked me in the side and turned me over on my stomach. From there, she straddled my back, grabbed my hair and repeatedly smashed my face into the mat. With each smash, she emitted a piercing shriek of rage and triumph. Her tone told me that she thought she had me beaten.
But I have fighting spirit, too! Earlier, the sounds she was making scared me. Now, they were awakening my combative instincts and fueling the emotions within me that simply hate to lose any kind of fight.
Thinking clearly despite my pain, I raised the lower half of my body and planted my knees on the floor. Britney didn’t expect this and slid forward to the mat, face-first. Now, she was on her stomach and I slipped behind her. Before she could twist away, I grabbed her ankles and roughly bent her legs behind her. I pushed them so far forward that her toes were almost touching the back of her shoulders and she was shrieking with pain. Mixed in with the shrieks were some of the vilest swear words I’ve ever heard. I was willing to bet that her loyal fans had never heard anything like that coming from her mouth, and the intensity of the curses was nauseating me. Britney’s hands were free and were scrabbling for something to grasp but they were thrust uselessly in front of her. Still, the thrashing of her body was making it hard for me to hold her steady, so I leaped forward and planted my ass directly on the back of her head. Now that I had a comfortable seat, I couldn’t help laughing out loud while I continued to press Britney’s face into the mat with my butt. She was still screaming and cursing, but the sounds were muffled because her face was mashed against the floor. I had her beaten; it was just a matter of time. At first, she bucked and thrashed in an unsuccessful attempt to free herself. After awhile, though, she became completely still and I climbed off her, enjoying my dominance over the former teen idol. I was beating up Britney Spears! I’ll bet there are millions of people who would have loved to trade places with me.
As Britney lay face down and seemingly unconscious, I giggled aloud as I thought of how I could further humiliate her. I moved to her legs and, lifting her by the feet, I pulled her ratty jeans off! As I did this, I wasn’t totally surprised to find that she wore no panties. She was now naked except for her halter-top.
I stood over her and stared at her succulent looking twat….. and was taken totally by surprise when Britney launched a vicious side-kick to my stomach. She had been playing possum and I was caught completely unaware. As the breath rushed out of me, I sat down hard and held my midsection.
Britney now stood over me, saying; “You miserable, fucking cxnt. How dare you take my pants off? Don’t you know who I am? Don’t you know that I step on gutter-trash like you? Now you’ll suffer as much as I want you to suffer, you numb bitch.”
Britney launched a hard kick to my left boob with her grungy bare foot. It hurt so much that I thought she had caved it in. As I fell flat on my back, she stomped my crotch three times with her other foot. I was screaming with pain….but even more than that, I felt more afraid than ever before in my life. The tide of the battle had changed with such suddenness that I couldn’t reconcile my predicament with the fact that I had been in total control just a moment earlier. Britney was inflicting her will on me, and I was learning that her will was ten times greater than my own.
She reached down and pulled me to my feet by my neck. Continuing to hold my throat with both hands, she throttled me back and forth. After nearly squeezing all the breath out of me, Britney banged her knee into my crotch with paralyzing force that sent me crashing again to the mat. She pulled me to a sitting position and started slapping my face. Each blow hurt like crazy….I couldn’t believe she could generate so much power from those skinny arms. Every time she hit me, it sounded like a whip cracking and I was crying like a baby and screaming with pain and fear.
Still, I wasn’t begging for mercy or surrendering to her. Something was preventing me from doing that, and I knew what it was.
I’ve lost fights to girls before….heaven knows I’ve lost more than I’ve won. But I didn’t want to lose to this girl. I swear that if I were fighting some other celebrity, it wouldn’t bother me as much. But Britney Spears is like a non-celebrity in today’s world. As I said before, she is so “yesterday,” someone who is so scorned by her former adoring public for her personality and trashiness that it seemed as if I would be betraying everyone in the world if I lost to her.
So, despite the pain she was inflicting on me, I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of hearing me give in to her. She was certainly making it clear enough that she wanted me to:
“Say that you surrender, little girl! Tell me that I’ve beaten you. Tell me that you’re my lifelong fan. Tell me that you fucking worship me, you fucking whore!”
With each proclamation, she added another crunching slap to my red and bleeding face. Finally, she stopped slapping and let me drop to my back again. I lay there sobbing as Britney stood above me for a moment, apparently deciding how to torture me further.
Then, smiling a little as an idea occurred to her, she came over to me and sat down on the mat. Turning my body onto its’ side, she raised my head slightly and slipped her legs around my neck. Britney positioned herself so that her naked cxnt was mashed against my mouth…..and then she squeezed. She must have had her ankles locked but I couldn’t tell since they were behind me. Her eyes bore into mine as she crushed my neck, chin and mouth with her voluptuous thighs. I felt as if my world were coming to an end. The pressure was so intense that it was literally taking my breath away. My face must have turned as red and the sunset and I realized that she could end my life if she wanted to. I was hopelessly trapped and scared out of my mind.
Then, even in my agony, I noticed that Britney was watching something intently. I followed her eyes and saw that she was gazing reverently at her own thighs as my tears fell on them and rolled slowly down to her vagina. Something about this stirred her and she began undulating with her crotch area, moving her hips and thighs in a wavelike motion that was having a sexually stimulating effect on her. The rippling motion was so erotic that even I was being swept away with it, as unbelievable as that seems. She was turned on by the misery she was inflicting on me, and it had transformed her torture chamber into a sexual act.
Even as she was humping away, her thighs maintained their viselike grip. Under the intense pressure, I would soon have fallen unconscious, except that she suddenly stopped humping and slightly loosened her legs. As soon as she did, Britney came.
She came as if there was no tomorrow; she came in a spouting gusher. Her fluids drenched my face and hair. As soon as she had loosened her scissor-lock on my face, my mouth opened in a desperate reach for air and her girl juices flowed into my mouth and nose.
A strange thing was happening. In addition to my pain and agony, was I getting turned on, too? Impossible as it seemed, I guessed that I was. Soon, my own wetness soaked my leotard.
The entire thing was too much for me, the whole experience had overwhelmed my senses. Just before I lapsed into unconsciousness, I verbally surrendered to her. As she had instructed me to do, I begged for mercy, I told her that I was her worshipful fan forever, I told her she was superior to me in every way. Her derisive laughter burned into my brain.
I had surrendered.
To Britney Spears.
As I said, I’ve lost fights before, but it will take a long time to get over the shame of losing this one.
