This story comes after Britney: Part One, Britney: Part Two, and Britney: Part Three. To recap, I have just been caught sneaking into Britney's house, and now I'm at the mercy of her sadistic uncle. If you're under eighteen, you shouldn't read this story.
"But-" I said, moving my head back and forth between the two of them and the video, where they were still naked. "But the-"
"The live feed isn't as live as you'd expect," her uncle grinned. "In fact, there's a fifteen minute delay between what happens in the bedroom and what shows up onscreen."
"Wh-wha?" I gasped. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Well, it's obvious you and Britney have both been very naughty," he said. "You both deserve a paddling."
"WHAT?" I cried.
Before I knew it, I was gagged, handcuffed, and completely nude, lying on a table. Britney was next to me, in the exact same position. We were both chained down, unable to escape.
Britney's uncle started laughing. "Ever been paddled before?" he asked.
"Mmmmph!" I said through the gag.
He brought his paddle down on my ass, hard. Pain shot through me and tears welled up in my eyes.
"I thought so," he said, smugly.
I'm not going to go into detail about the rest of the paddling. Let me just say that at the end of it, Britney and I were sore and covered in dry sweat.
"You two are in a perfect position for me to fuck you," her uncle said. "So I think I will."
He stuffed something in my asshole. It felt like he was ripping my already sore ass in half. I realized with horror that he had shoved his penis inside of me, and started screaming into my gag. Next to me, Britney screamed as well.
Wait a second, Britney screamed? There was no way her uncle could sodomize both of us at the same time. I realized he must have been using a dildo, which wasn't much of a comfort.
He let the dildo stay where it was, letting my ass get used to the feeling. All of a sudden, the tip of the dildo seemed to expand inside me. I tried to figure out what was going on when her uncle stepped in front of the table so we could see him.
"The dildos I've inserted into your asses are specially made," he told us, as if he was some sort of sickening teacher giving a lecture. "They're double-ended."
He pulled out a dildo and showed it to us. The bottom end of the dildo was enormously swelled, so the whole thing looked sort of like a misshapen barbell.
"If I squeeze this end, the other end expands. See?" He squeezed the swollen end of the dildo, and the other end became swollen. It was sort of like one of those long water balloons: when you squeeze one end, the other swells up.
"As you should know, the dildos are inside you, swelled up on the inside, effectively preventing you from pulling them out. And no, you can't squeeze them out either, because you'll only squeeze the end that isn't eight inches inside your ass. No, the only way you can get these babies out is if you find someone who'll agree to suck them out."
He laughed evilly, then peeled Britney off the table with a sickening sound.
"If you try to stop me again, you'll get worse than this, bitch," he snarled, throwing her against the ground where she crumpled in a heap.
He peeled me off the table and looked at my penis. For some reason, the paddling had brought me to full hardness.
"HA!" he said. "You call that dinky little thing a penis?!"
He picked me up and threw me outside.
"My clothes!" I panted.
"You won't be needing them!" he called, locking the door.
Great. I would have to sneak back to my hotel, naked, and try to find a way to get the dildo out of my ass. I went down the street, hiding in the various bushes I saw and running across areas with no bushes when no one was looking.
I had gone a few blocks that way when I got the idea of stealing some clothes off a clothesline. I thought it was a good idea at the time, but as I quickly found out, most people don't leave clothes on the clothesline after 6:00. I checked house after house, but found nothing.
The seventh house was a nice, two-story building. They didn't even have a clothesline, but there was something that worked just as well: a bedsheet hanging from the top floor. Apparently someone had snuck out of the house by tying their bedsheets together. I silently thanked whoever it was as I started untying the bottom bedsheet.
"Hey!" a voice hissed. "Who the hell are you?"
I looked up to see a girl in a nightgown leaning out of the window.
"Don't undo that!" she hissed. "You asshole!"
Before I could answer, she climbed out the window and started lowering herself to the ground with the bedsheets. She landed next to me, looking annoyed.
"Did Melissa send you to sabotage me?!" she asked, furious. Then she got a good look at me.
"You're naked," she said.
I wasn't sure what to tell her.
"Oh good," she said. "I was wondering when you'd show up. Can we do it in my room?"
She apparently had mistaken me for someone else. I decided to go along with it. "Sure," I said.
The two of us climbed up the bedsheets and into the room.
"What do I have to do?" she asked me. "Do I have to take it in the ass while you shove my Sigma Epsilon Chi thermos up my pussy?"
"What?" I asked.
She gave me a strange look. "What did Sigma Epsilon Chi decide I have to do before joining?" she asked.
"Oh, that," I said. Apparently she was expecting some sort of fraternity haze. A pretty dirty fraternity, from the sounds of it. Fortunately, that was what I wanted.
I turned around and showed her my ass. "See my ass?" I asked.
"Yes..." she said.
"I've got a double-ended dildo inside my ass. I need you to get it out."
She reached a hand towards me.
"Not with your hand," I said. "You have to suck it out."
"Tell me you're joking," she said.
"Nope," I said. "Completely serious."
She grimaced, then leaned over to pucker her lips to my asshole.
I felt sweet relief from inside of me as the dildo started getting smaller. She must have been really eager to join her fraternity, as she got rid of all the swelling in almost no time.
"I can't suck any more out," she said.
"Good," I told her. "Now pull the entire dildo out."
She grabbed the end of the dildo, and pain shot through me again. She must have squeezed the end.
"Sorry!" she said, then she got down and sucked it out of me again. _This_ time, she pulled the dildo out slowly, and I finally felt my ass muscles begin to relax.
"Thank God," I said.
"Am I in Sigma Epsilon Chi now?" she asked.
"You both are!" a voice shouted. A crowd of people ran into the room.
"What a genius plan!" someone said.
"That was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen!" another one said.
"They're the best by far!" one said.
"HOLD IT!" I cried over the chatting crowd. "What the hell is going on?!"
"You're in the frat now, dumbass!" a guy who seemed to be the leader said. "Downstairs for the intiation rite!"
The crowd hurried me and the girl downstairs. I was confused, but she looked thrilled. The crowd formed a wide circle around us.
"Clothes off, then lie down, spreadeagled," the leader said. She practically ripped her nightgown off.
"You, get on top of her," he told me.
I got up on top of the girl, and entered her. Even though I was exhausted and confused, I could feel the urge to have sex with her well up inside me.
"Repeat after me," the leader said. "With this penetration, I pledge to upheld the rules and morals of Sigma Epsilon Chi, fulfill the desires of all its members, and honor its name forever."
We both repeated the pledge.
"Good," he said. "Then you are both officially members. You may now start fucking."
I lowered myself into the girl. After a bout of horrible paddling, a good round of sex was exactly what I needed. I started pounding into her furiously as the frat members around me started cheering "S - E - X! S - E - X!"
End, Part Four