Making Paris Hilton My Bitch

Jason smiled from behind the bar as he watch Paris Hilton enter the night club followed by her body guard. Everything was going to plan for his night of punishment.

The rich heiress followed in the path made by her bulky muscle bond protector to the bar, swaying her hips trying to catch the eyes of several younger men watching her every move. She wore a simple Playboy shirt and jeans, the top of her breasts looking extremely inviting. Once she reached the bar she ordered a screaming orgasm, how ironic thought Jason. “A complementary drink for your friend Miss Hilton” asked Jason handing the drinks out.

She peered at Jason obviously finding him unattractive with his fake beard and dyed black hair, “every drink should be complementary for me, this club should be paying to get me in here”. “I’ll look into it for you miss Hilton” replied Jason savouring the torment this bitch would experience before the night was over, neither of them noticed the pills dissolving into their drinks.

“Incidentally Miss Hilton, Mister Timberlake heard you were coming and asked if you would join him in the new VIP room it’s just down the corridor” said Jason, he nearly thought she wouldn’t fall for such a stupid story. “Really, oh I can’t wait to see him, he is so cute” breathed the excited bimbo, practically running through the door her bodyguard following her.

“Well I met her, I’m off” Jason said to the club owner, he had explained he was Miss Hilton’s biggest fan and just wanted an excuse to talk to her. He payed the owner two hundred bucks and followed the pair out into the alley were they sprawled unconscious on the ground.

“Stupid bitch” thought Jason as he lifted her into the back of his car and covered her with a blanket. He drove for half an hour to the river, transferred the bitch into another car and rolled the first car down the bank into the black murk. That should buy him a few hours from police. He drove back into the city stopping outside an old apartment building. He carried her still wrapped in the blanket to the basement he had rented and refurbished for this one night.

She started wake up as Jason set her down on the bed and tied her hands to headboard. He locked the door and typed the lock code into the keypad. He then set up the camera so it had a full view of the bed and the table with his toys. Jason then put his mask on and turned to look at the now fully conscious and struggling Paris Hilton. “Ah Miss Hilton so glad your awake are your ready for our session”, “what the hell do you want from me, let me go, I’ll give you money”. “Alas all the money in the world could not stop what is about the happen, as for what I want, I want to give you, and the world a night they will never forget”

He turned to the computer attached to the camera and initiated the program, it had cost him a large amount of money to buy this program, but it was worth it. The program sent a video feed to another computer by the web, however this one sent a video to every running item of technology attached to the internet with video capabilities with subtitles translating it into the language of country the item was in.

Once the program finished he focused the camera onto Paris Hiltons face, making sure she could clearly be seen. “Ladies and gentlemen I am sorry to interrupt your time but I have something I think you would like to watch. Before me is the most famous bitch in the world, the blond bimbo Paris Hilton, while many of you may be thinking this is a hoax or a fake I assure you it is not. A short time ago I kidnapped Miss Hilton from a L.A. Nightclub, I’m sure the police are already heading there now”.

“Many of you may be wandering what I plan to do with Miss Hilton, what I am going to do is what many of you want to do, I want to humiliate her, show the world what a little bitch she is, and then I am going to make her scream and make her my little bitch, lets begin”

Jason zoomed the camera back so it showed the bed and the nearby table and sat down next to the struggling blonde. Jason wasn’t worried about being recognised his mask was specially designed to stop and facial recognition software and covered his eyes.

“First let us see those famous tits of hers” he took a knife off the table and cut her down the front of her shirt and through aside the remains. “Wow would you look at this, the bitch is wearing a black lacy bra, it’s almost as if she knew she was going to get fucked tonight”. Jason tore the bra off to reveal her tits, the 4 c tits resting seductively on her stomach, her nipples already hard.

“Now these are nice” said Jason gripping one in each hand squeezing the melons like fruit. He began to flick the light brown nipples resulting in a slight groan from the bond bimbo, “how many men have squeezed these Miss Hilton?” he asked. Paris just sat there trying to avoid his touch “let me go” she moaned as he rubbed around the bud of the nipple, expertly rubbing, squeezing and flicking.

“Wrong answer” said Jason, “you get one warning, answer my questions and do what I tell you and the whole world doesn’t get to see what punishments I have in stall for you”.

Letting Paris’ tits drop back to her chest Jason reached down to her jeans and pulled them off, ignoring the kicks of the enraged heiress who was now only wearing lacy black panties. “Feisty little bitch isn’t she” he said to the world. Jason pulled her panties off and sniffed them and then showed the insides to the camera, “ladies and gentlemen it appears that Miss Hilton is as excited about this night as I am, she has already soaked these.