“Rebecca…don’t turn around. Just stay still.” Justin warned.

“What? What is it?” Britney pointed a gun behind Rebecca’s back.

“Britney, NOOOO!” he yelled. She pulled the trigger. Justin closed his eyes and slowly opened them. Rebecca was sitting on the couch crying silently.

“Come join her, Justin. You two should did together.” He slowly approached her and sat by Rebecca. He wrapped her in his arms.

“Rebecca don’t cry. We’ll be okay.”

“NO WE WON’T! She has a gun to our heads. Do you think we’ll be okay?” he sighed and looked up at Britney.

“Now…we’re going to play a game called…Britney says. You do what I say. I shoot you everytime you don’t listen…until you’re DEAD! Comprende. Good. Now…” she walked back and forth in front of them with the gun pointing their direction. “…Rebecca…” Rebecca looked horrified. “…you’re going to strip your clothes off.”

“Wh…”

“Uh, uh, uh. If you hesitate to do as I say…that’ll be one bullet…in your chest.” She pointed the gun to her. “Get up. Face the both of us, and take your clothes off. I’ll be nice and let you keep your underwear on. Only for now.” Rebecca slowly arose from the couch, and stood in front of Britney and Justin. She took her clothes off, one by one. “Mmm. She has a nice shape. Even better than mine.” She admitted.

“And real.” Justin mumbled.

“What was that?” she asked. He didn’t respond. “I thought so.” She looked at Rebecca. “Sit down.” Rebecca sat down, and held her head down. “Justin…” Justin looked at her. “…I want you to take everything below your navel…off.” He gasped. “Don’t bother to say anything or it’s off with your balls.” He stood up. “Face us.” He faced them and slowly pulled his pants and boxers off. He covered himself. “Oh, no, no, no Mr. Timberlake. Move your hands. We both should know how big you are. There’s no need to be ashamed.” He moved one hand than the other one. “Mmm, mmm, mmm. Nice penis. I bet that could rip a girl apart. Too bad you won’t be needing it anymore.” she aimed the gun at him.

“NOOO. Please don’t” she already pulled the trigger. He closed his eyes and slowly fluttered them open.

“Got you good, huh?” she smirked. “Next time it will be for real. Sit down.” He quickly sat beside Rebecca and covered himself up.

“Now…we’re going to have a little porno show. Take your panties off, Rebecca.” She hesitated. Britney pointed the gun at her. “TAKE THEM OFF!” she quickly pulled her panties off. “Good. Now I want Justin to lay on the floor, on his back, and Rebecca , sit on him” she was about to say something when Britney aimed the gun at her. She bent down and slowly sat on Justin.

Britney approached the two and looked down on them. “Are you in her?”

“Um…no” Justin stammered.

“Enter her. NOW!” they hesitated. “NOW! I WANNA SEE SOME ACTION!” Rebecca lifted her body up and sat on his erection. She moaned. “Was that a whimper? Justin’s mighty big, huh?” they sat still. “Why aren’t you guys moving? Don’t tell me this is how you fuck? If it is…I feel sorry for you. When Justin and I had sex, he really fucked me good. I swear the whole neighborhood could hear me. I mean I was walking bowlegged for months.” She chuckled evilly. They still didn’t move. She knodded her head donw in ashamement.

“Do I have to show you how it’s done?”

“No.” Rebecca spoke.

“Well then, move.” Rebecca slowly hopped up and down on him. Britney rolled her eyes. “Not good enough. Let me show you how it’s done. Get off of him.” Rebecca had no choice, but to listen, because the gun was aiming at her. She got off of him and sat on the couch. Britney looked at Justin’s stiff erection. “Mmm. Look at you sticking up. You better enjoy every last bit of this, because after you fuck Rebecca…you’re going to have to say goodbye to Justin jr.” she said as she pulled up her skirt and sat on his erection. “OH yeah. You’re so hard.” She said as she moved up and down on him.

She looked at Rebecca who was crying silently. “Stop. Just stop it” she whispered.

“Are you taking some tips? After I’m done, you’re going to show me what you’ve learned.” She continued to move up and down on his erection. “Oh yeah. Now this is more like it. Does Rebecca fuck you like I do? Huh? Does she suck your dick better than I can? I bet she don’t” Britney closed her eyes and concentrated. This was a good chance to snatch the gun out of her hand and make a run for it. She slowly stood up and carefully snatched the gun out of her hand. Britney opened her eyes.

“Get up off of my man, BITCH!” Rebecca pointed the gun at her. Britney got off of him and held her hands in the air.

“Brave little one. Are you?”

“Turn around, Britney” Britney listened.

“Now how do you think you two are going to escape that easy? There are dogs in your front and back yard.”

“And there are cops in my front and backyard.” A familiar voice stated.