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Billion Dollar Harem	By : Mal Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 340408 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it did NOT happen. I do NOT know, nor have I ever met any of the celebrities who are portrayed in this story. I don't condone any actions contained here in, and I make no money from its distribution.

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Disclaimer:
The following is a work of fiction. It is not, in any way, intended to reflect reality. It is purely a fantasy originating in the deepest recesses of my mind. While real people do appear in this work, I, the writer of this work, in no way wish to see these individuals actually put in any situation contained therein. Furthermore, I do not, in any way, shape, or form, condone rape, kidnapping, violence, or any of the other questionable acts that appear herein. This work is not intended to endorse or condone anyone who would perform such vile acts. Anyone who would do any such a thing to a real-life person deserves punishments reserved only for those in the deepest circle of hell. In addition, I do not know, nor have I ever met Emma Watson, Margot Robbie, Taylor Swift, Bella Thorne, Chloe Moretz, Felicity Jones, Cara Delevingne, Dove Cameron or Ariana Grande. The versions of them that appear in this story are fictional and purely based on their celebrity persona. I apologize if that offends you. My intention is only to entertain. Finally, I make no money from the distribution of this work.
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Day 25 cont.
Margot Robbie took her tea into one of the TV nooks along the far wall of the main dorm, pulling the dark curtain closed behind her. She sat the cup on an end table, and flopped down on the couch, before lifting the remote to unpause the movie she’d been watching. A couple of hours later, the credits began to roll. She stretched, sighing contentedly, having used the movie to temporarily forget about Emma, and the good times they’d shared in this very nook. The moment was short-lived however, as the curtain opened, and in walked the master with her former flame, the woman she was trying not to think about, Emma Watson.
She looked recovered from the rough treatment she’d taken at his hands earlier this morning, and based on the way they entered, had forgiven the man who did it. The slim sexy Brit took a seat on the nearby chair, draping one leg over its arm. She gave her a tight-lipped frown, but otherwise did little to acknowledge Margot’s presence. Obviously, she was still upset with the way their relationship had ended.
The master, on the other hand, offered her a friendly smile. He sat down next to her, and put a reassuring arm around her shoulder, giving her a gentle squeeze. “I’ve been told you were quiet, but well behaved in my absence.” As he spoke, he gently took her chin, raising it so she looked him in the eye. “Is that so?”
His gaze pierced through her, she felt heat rush to her loins and her chest began to pound. She licked her lips, it had been so long since she’d felt the master’s touch. In the days he’d been gone, she forgot the raw attraction she felt towards him. She’d contemplated escape, even advocated for it. Had Emma protected her, hid the truth? Smiling, she held his gaze, knowing, as she stared into those steely blue orbs how badly she wanted him. Here in his presence, all thoughts of escape were banished. She’d stay here forever, if it meant being near him. Lost in thought, she suddenly realized that he’d asked her a question, which she struggled to answer. “Uh, yes, Master. I guess so.”
“Good. Good.” He said, smiling, before leaning forward to kiss her softly on the forehead. “I, we” he added, glancing over his shoulder at Emma, who was watching them, an unreadable look on her face. “We wanted to share the news with you first, because it impacts you as well. I’ve decided to promote Emma to level 5. Meaning, she will officially be in charge down here, and she will have the power to enforce rules, and inflict punishment for rule infractions, and misbehaving.”
Suddenly, Margot was a little scared. Emma was more than a little pissed with her, and she was sitting very calmly, taking this all in. She swallowed nervously, shifting her gaze from her former lover, to the master, who was watching her sympathetically. “Ok.” She said, shifting in her seat, and turning to look more directly at the master. “Uh, what does this have to do with me then?”
“Well,” the master continued, “we have a new arrival in our harem, and soon there shall be another. One of these newbies, the one whom has yet to arrive, is Cara Delevingne. The lady you asked me to bring here. Now, I remember telling you that you could mentor Ms. Delevingne. That she would be yours to… how did I put it?” He drew the question out in silence, gripping her shoulder and appearing thoughtful as he pondered the answer. “Oh yes. That she would be yours to fuck every night.”
“Yes, Master. I remember.” She tried to smile, but there was something about his mannerisms, and Emma sitting ominously behind him which suggested there was more to this than had thus been revealed.
The master sat forward, drawing her closer. She breathed in his intoxicating scent, but at the same time felt nervous, like something terrible was about to happen. “The problem,” he continued, “is that you weren’t completely quiet while I was gone, were you? You tried to convince Ms. Watson and the others to escape, didn’t you? And…” he said in a whisper, again squeezing her shoulder, this time a little more painfully, “you just lied about it.”
Margot was now terrified. She was certain they were going to take her to the punishment room. Emma’s revenge for breaking up with her. Tears filled her eyes, and her lips began to tremble. “Master...I…I didn’t…”
“Shhhhhh,” the master sounded not so much soothing, as sinister, and Margot began to shake in fear, her entire body shuddering. He pulled her into his lap, holding her tight. While, Emma just sat there, impassively watching, studying her fingernails. “You’re acting like I’m going to throw you in the punishment room. Calm down, my sweet, your situation has not yet fallen so far.” He ran a comforting hand up her side, and reached up to smooth the hair from her eyes. “Fear not. Ms. Watson came up with an elegant solution. You see, I was going just going to assign Ms. Delevingne to her as your punishment. But she had a much better idea.”
Fighting the feeling of dread in her stomach, and with tears still in her eyes, Margot spoke in halting sobs, “she, she did?”
“Yes. She suggested you join us in the bedroom. Just as you did on your second night here. Now, I thought you might not like that, given that you two so recently broke up, but she assured me that you wouldn’t mind.”
“Master,” Margot said, glancing nervously between them, “I, I have to admit. I have to admit I’m not,” she swallowed the hard lump in her throat, terrified of what might happen to her, “not, entirely comfortable with that idea…” The master’s lips pursed in frustration and anger, and Margot hurried to explain. “It’s nothing against you, Master. I would gladly spend time with you. I…I’m just not comfortable with, Emma. She…” thick tears fell to her cheeks, and Margot began to sob softly. “She really hurt me, Master.” Margot looked to her lap, unable to meet the master’s gaze, and fearful of accidently meeting Emma’s.
To her surprise, she wasn’t met with the angry hands of the master. She felt his gentle fingers on her chin. He lifted it so her eyes met his, and he wore a sympathetic smile. “I understand,” as he spoke, he wiped the tears from her face. “I’ve always said that everyone down here can make their own choices about when and where to have sex. I won’t force you…” His words trailed off, and Margot knew that this wasn’t the end. That he wasn’t just going to let this go. “But, there must be a punishment. I can’t just allow my girls to incite rebellion.”
The master took a moment to glance around the nook, as if considering the problem. Margot felt the knot in her stomach tighten, she was sure this wasn’t going to end well for her. She began to take shallow rasping breaths, and fresh tears formed in her eyes. “Please, Master. I’m sorry. I promise, it’ll never happen again… Please…”
“Hmmmm.” The master turned from her to look at Emma, who was still impassively staring at her fingernails, looking bored, and to Margot, quite terrifying. “What do you think, Ms. Watson?”
Emma looked up, her icy gaze focused on Margot, sending a cold shiver of fear down her spine. “Well, Master,” her voice was just as cold as her stare, though in an oddly benign way, as if she were trying to appeal to the master without appearing vengeful. “She did break the rules, and her defiance of order might have inspired others to rebel.”
She was talking about Bella! Trying to blame her actions on Margot. “Master, I—” Margot tried to explain, to intervene before her fate was sealed, but her appeal was interrupted by the cold, raised voice of her former lover.
“Silence!” Emma’s voice had again taken on the tone of the impassive authoritarian dictator Margot had grown accustom to hearing in the master’s absence. “You tried to subvert my authority, to inspire others to escape. You must be punished.” Emma turned her eyes to the master, and its iciness melted, replaced by tender sympathy. “Master, we could take her to the punishment room. I do believe that is a penance worthy of her crime.”
At hearing the woman she’d loved for weeks, a woman she’d looked up to even before she came here, the woman whom until just days ago she’d considered her best friend down here, betray her so wholly, Margot broke down. She slipped from the master’s lap to the floor, crying profusely as tears rolled down her face smearing her mascara. Latching on to the master’s legs, she begged in halting hysterical sobs: “Please, Master… please. I’m sorry…I, I never meant for this…” She pressed her cheek to his knee, gazing up at him in terror and pleading for mercy. “I, I’ll do anything. Just please, please don’t take me there… I’m begging you.”
The master stroked her tear stained cheek sympathetically, smoothing some stray hairs from her eyes. “This is quite the conundrum.” The master paused in his speech, it was dramatic, and gave further cause for Margot to be terrified. “The punishment room may be a little too harsh for a first offense, Ms. Watson. However, if Ms. Robbie won’t join us in the bedroom, we must find some way to punish her. I suppose I could go through with my original idea, and assign Ms. Delevingne to you when she arrives.
“That would be acceptable, Master. I don’t think our new arrival should be influenced by Ms. Robbie anyway.”
“No, Master, please.” Margot pleaded desperately. “You…” she swallowed nervously again. “You don’t understand. I have…” thick tears rolled down her cheeks, “…no friends. No one. I’m so alone… please, Master. I need this.”
The Master hauled her to her feet, standing in anger as he did. “There must be some punishment. Punishment should not be pleasant, it shouldn’t be something you enjoy. My patience is growing thin, Ms. Robbie.” His eyes closed, he took a moment to breathe before his face returned to its usual calm demeanor. “Very well,” he said again looking her in the eye. “You cannot say I am not a kind master.” He again gave her a kind sympathetic smile. “There are three punishments before you. Because, and only because of your well established good behavior and general willingness to get along with everyone, I will allow you to choose. The bedroom with Ms. Watson and I, The punishment room, or the loss of privilege to tutor Ms. Delevingne.” He gently cupped her face, offering her a soft kiss on the forehead. “You have until nine tonight to decide. I will come by your quarters for your decision at that time.” With that, he released his hold on her, Margot fell to the ground in a sobbing heap. The master turned on his heel and strode from the TV nook like a king might leave his audience chamber.
Emma however, paused for a moment after the master left. She stood over Margot, watching her like she was a spider to be crushed. She leaned down near her and whispered: “You should never have broken up with me. You broke my heart. I was only trying to protect you and that was my repayment.” She smiled a wicked grin, “I hope you choose the bedroom, I’ll look forward to you bringing me ecstasy, and knowing that you’re hating every second of it.” Then she too stood and marched out.
Margot couldn’t believe how her morning had transpired. First, she had to watch the master’s display of dominance, knowing it could be her or any of the others in Emma’s place. Then, just hours later that same helpless girl whom the master had defiled was putting on a display of her own, and that it would end in one of three humiliating outcomes for her. It just didn’t seem fair. It wasn’t fair, and she knew it. This was revenge. She clutched her head, curling her legs to her chest and began to sob. Her body shuddered, the tears flowed, and she whispered: “Why is this happening to me?”
Margot’s loss to despair was short lived, as only a few minutes later, one of the guards spoke over the intercom, summoning everyone to the main dorm. She poked her head from the TV nook, looking tired and haggard. Her hair was a mess, tears and streaks of mascara covered her face. She staggered over to one of the couches, where she took a seat. Not lost on her was the fact that everyone was already there, and that they watched her pathetic jaunt across the floor. Nor did she fail to notice the smug look of superiority on Emma Watson’s pretty face.
The meeting was short. Emma and the master informed everyone that Emma was to be promoted to the level 5 position. With this promotion, the master was allowing his overseer to promote someone else, and that Emma had chosen Taylor Swift to be raised up to level 3. They then announced that Felicity Jones was newly arrived in the harem, that she was currently in the punishment room and would likely join them in a few days. Finally, they told everyone that in a few days Cara Delevingne would join them all as the seventh addition to the harem.
There were some questions from Taylor and Bella, but Margot was too out of it to participate, and Chloe, well she was just a sex toy, not worthy of questions. Margot didn’t really hear the questions, she just stared listlessly at the floor. Filled with despair and pondering her current situation, she sat on the couch till the meeting came to an end. Afterwards, she went to her room and laid on her bed, her mind filled with the problem at hand.
                                                                        ***
The cum-puke covering Felicity Jones’ lips, nose, forehead and eyes had crustified, effectively sealing her eyelids closed, and forcing her to breathe through the ring gag which held her mouth open. She was still naked, and tied to a board with her arms pinned beneath it. Her head and legs hung off the sides of this board, and despite her vigorous attempts at jostling herself free, she still lay there, strapped down waiting for the man who’d kidnapped and raped her.
She’d lost track of time, falling in and out of a restless sleep. But surely it had been five or six hours when at last, she heard the door to this room open, and footsteps sound on the blank gray stone floor. Her jaw ached from being wedged open so long, and her back was sore from being tightly bound to this hard-wooden board. None-the-less, upon hearing his entry, she renewed her fight to liberate herself. Kicking and twisting violently to shake herself free of her bonds. They held tight, however, the board didn’t even bounce with her efforts. This was no flimsy rig which held her.
Goosebumps formed on her skin, and she momentarily gave up her fight, as she felt deft fingertips touching her just below the stomach. They trailed lightly through her thick French style, landing strip. The dark black hairs furled under the touch, sending a cold, sickening shiver down her spine. She wanted to vomit all over again as they came to rest on the naked lips of her sex. “MMhhhmmmh!” She mumbled as she again tried to thrash and fight to free herself from her bonds.
“She’s beautiful, Master.” Came the vaguely familiar voice of a woman with a British accent. The voice sounded like it came from the person touching her, and for a moment Felicity was startled. Breathing deeply, her mind raced. “But,” the woman laughed, “what did you do to her? Is, is that cum all over her face? How disgusting.” As she spoke, the woman began to lightly stroke the tender folds of her labia.
Felicity fought to open her eyes, but the hard calcified cum kept them shut tight. What’s going on, she thought, who is this woman? It didn’t matter though, she continued fighting against the ropes, squirming, thrashing and kicking to free herself. She’d decided laying here these past few hours she wasn’t going to meekly lay down and allow herself to be raped again. She was going to fight, to her last breath if needs be. She didn’t yet realize the depths of her situation, but she was about to learn just how hopeless it was.
Just then, an icy cold jet of water blasted her in the face.
                                                                        ***
Alex directed the hose at Felicity’s face, opening up on her with a gout of cold water. She gargled and sputtered as the water coursed over her, washing the hardened cum-puke from her face. He then directed the stream at her body, washing away the day’s worth of sweat and tears. He kept his distance as he washed her, because she continued to fight, kicking and twisting against her restraints. He was surprised by how much fight she was putting up, wondering if she would force him to hurt her tonight.
When she was sufficiently clean, he dropped the hose and pulled it away from her, over to the far wall of the punishment room. Emma stood out of Felicity’s view, far away from her kicking and thrashing. With the halt of cold water assaulting her, the captive brunette lifted her head, as much as the restraints would allow, and saw the other Brit in the room. She paled visibly when she saw the former Harry Potter star, her eyes growing wide in surprise. “MMhhhmmmh!” She mumbled again and she momentarily ceased her thrashing about. While she was unable to verbally convey her message, her brilliant green eyes said it all: “Please help me.”
“Looks like she wants to say something,” Alex said, as his gaze met the mirthful eyes of Emma Watson. “Why don’t you take that gag off. Let her talk. Besides I’m sure it’s causing her a great deal of pain by now.” Alex walked over to stand next to the prone brunette, he gently ran his fingers over her toned stomach, up between her pert, glistening tits to gently touch her throat, watching as Emma reached behind her head to undo the straps which held the gag in place.
Felicity’s jaw stretched painfully as her mouth opened wide enough expel the gag. For just a moment, she seemed calm, her mouth opened and closed as she tried to relieve the pressure of having her mouth wedged open for hours on end. Her eyes flited questioningly, confusedly between Emma and the man who’d kidnapped her. Alex wasn’t sure what she’d do next, when suddenly she again fought, twisting violently against her bonds. “Let me go, you sick fuck!” Her eyes flared green and hostile, Alex took it in, she was beautiful in her anger.
Alex clamped his hand down hard around her slender neck, squeezing. Felicity’s eyes bulged, her face turned red, she gasped and fought for breath, but as Alex maintained his rough grip her fighting ceased. “The first rule is, you don’t address me unless I say you may, and then, you call me master.” His hand was still clamped down, depriving the sexy Brit of oxygen. “Nod your head if you understand.” Felicity nodded in understanding, as thick tears of pain and humiliation leaked from her sexy, green, bloodshot eyes. He continued to hold her, keeping her from breathing and the color slowly drained from her face. “Now I am going to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours, and, if you behave, I’ll even make sure you enjoy it. However, if you continue being a fucking cunt. I can promise you the worst day of your life. Nod again if you understand.” Pale and with on the verge of blacking out, she again nodded her head, and Alex released the death grip on her throat. Immediately, she gasped, breathing in deep as she tried to catch her breath.
“Emma,” Alex called out, making a beckoning gesture with the hand not resting against Felicity’s neck, “come closer my dear.” The former Harry Potter star bit her lip, looking coy and sexy as hell, she swayed over to stand in front of her master. Alex’s fingers tenderly stroked the red marks on his captive’s neck as he took in the vision before him. “What do you think of our new girl, my dear?”
“She’s beautiful, Master.” As she spoke, Emma touched Felicity’s cheek, and lightly stroked her ear. The dark-haired brunette turned away from her touch, a soft low sob escaping her lips, as more tears leaked from her eyes.
“What do you want to do with her?”
“Can I lick her pussy, Master?”
“Emma,” Felicity spoke, turning her head to look up at the feminist humanitarian turned harem master, “please… how, how could you do this… What has he—” Her words were cut off, as Alex backhanded her, striking her across the cheek, and again turning her face away from the pair.
Emma again reached down to tenderly stroke Felicity’s cheek. She spoke in a soft, comforting whisper: “It’s better not to fight. Fighting only gets us hurt…”
In an instant, Felicity snarled, “fuck you!” She turned her head, and bit down hard on Emma’s hand, which still rested against her cheek. She caught Emma between the thumb and index finger drawing blood and a yelp of pain from the younger girl. The green-eyed brunette then began to buck and thrash against the ropes which held her to the board. She looked feral, blood on her lips and the fiery light of rage in her eyes. “Let me go, you sick fuck.”
Emma recoiled, falling back against the far wall, near the security cabinet. Clutching her hand to her chest, her eyes wide in surprise and pain. Alex offered Felicity a brutal punch to the stomach and another hard slap to her face, this time breaking the skin on her lip and further decorating her lips in blood. The dark-haired captive ceased her fighting, startled by the suddenness of her captor’s attack, and Alex took two quick steps across the room to crouch by Emma’s side.
“Are you alright?” He gently took Emma’s hand in his and inspected the damage. The bite mark was clear and red, with a small amount of blood still welling up from some of the deeper lacerations.
“I’m alright, Master. It’s not that bad, just need some bandages is all.” She looked up at him with her brilliant light brown eyes and offered him a brave smile.
“You’re so sexy right now, you realize that?” He leaned forward to kiss her on the lips. Her mouth parted, breathing him in deep and accepting his gently probing tongue. Pulling away breathless, he whispered, “I’m going to fuck that bitch so hard, but I’m going to be thinking about you.” They shared a grin and another quick kiss. “There’s a first aid kit in the security cabinet. Let me get if for you.” Alex retrieved the kit, and wrapped Emma’s wound in a quick bandage. “Look,” he said afterwards, “you can go back to the main dorm if you want. This is probably going to get nasty.” He raised his gaze from Emma’s hand, to look her in the eye. There was concern and sympathy in his eyes. “You might not want to see this…”
“No, I want to say. I want to help.” Emma’s eyes were hard, merciless. It was something Alex had never seen in her. “It’s like you said, Master, it’s for her own good. She has to learn to obey or it’ll only make things worse for her, for all of us.”
“Very well,” Alex agreed, “but you have to follow my lead. You can’t balk, or lose your nerve once we start, or it could give her the upper hand. Do you understand?”
Emma nodded her head, “Yes, Master.” She was so sexy right now, Alex almost wished he could spend time with her rather than break in Ms. Jones. Almost. He stood, and returned the first aid kit to the supply closet. Then he withdrew duct tape, lube, a monstrous black dildo, and a pair of thin black leather gloves before closing and locking the cabinet back.
Felicity had her face turned away from them, and as they approached, it was clear she was quietly sobbing. She wasn’t done struggling though, because as they drew near, she again began to fight against the ropes which held her.
Alex paid neither the tears nor her efforts any mind. He first untied her right hand, followed by her left, placing the gloves on her as he did each. “So she can’t scratch us,” he said calmly to Emma. She was flailing, and trying to pull her arms free of his grip, but Alex wrenched both painfully over her head and held them in place. “Use the tape to bind her wrists together. Go around the wrists first, to bind them together, then between them to tighten the tape so she can’t slip free.”
Emma did as she was instructed, while Felicity continued fighting. “Please,” she begged, tears running profusely down her cheeks, “you don’t have to do this. Why are you helping him?” She sobbed, breathing in short sporadic gasps, as she began to realize how helpless she was. Her neck was still red from the strangling Alex had given her, but now her nose and eyes were red from all her tears. They streaked her face, leaving long black mascara lines across her cheeks. That, her bloody lip, and her wild head of hair, made her look like a madwoman.
“Might want to back up now,” Alex said to Emma. “I’m going to untie her. No telling what she might try.” Emma backed up, placing herself on the other side of the mattress, as Alex reached beneath the captive Felicity and loosened the ropes holding her to the board. As the ropes fell away, the subversive Ms. Jones rolled off the board, and made a break for the door. Alex let her go, following behind her at a leisurely pace.
“No,” she cried, desperately shaking and twisting the handle. She turned to face Alex who stood three paces from her. She was sobbing hysterically and pulling at the tape holding her wrists. “Please,” she wailed hysterically, looking to Emma to save her.
Alex watched her and calmly untied the string holding up his pants, allowing them to fall to the floor. He stepped out of them, and again Felicity cried please, trying to appeal to either of the room’s occupants. “There’s nowhere to run. Nothing you can do. You are now my slave. A cumdump bitch to serve my every whim.”
The distraught brunette panicked, taking a quick step toward Alex trying to kick him between the legs. The master however, was ready, in fact, he incited her hoping she’d try this. He batted her leg aside, and delivered a vicious slap across her face. The blow stunned the dainty Brit, bloodying her nose and leaving her reeling. “Time to learn your place,” with that, he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder.
A few quick steps placed him at the edge of the mattress, and he tossed her down upon it like she was a ragdoll. She was still out of it, and he used the moment to yank her legs apart, slip between them, and pin her arms above her head.
“No, God, please, no…” she wailed as the haze lifted and she began to struggle beneath the master of the harem. His body held her legs apart, and his strong arms pinned hers helplessly above her. Watching her plead, the tears streaming down her cheeks, the look of anguish on her face, knowing he was about to rape Felicity Jones, made Alex’s cock rock hard. It pressed against her stomach as he held her down. She could feel it, and knew what was coming, which only added to the agony she was feeling.
“Emma, come kneel on her arms, keep them pinned down.” The mistress of his harem did as she was told, stepping onto the mat, and kneeling on Felicity’s arms, keeping them pinned with her weight. Alex leaned back to look down on his new captive. She had a trim sexy body that was now covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and perky little boobs that bounced as she struggled. He took up the bottle of lube, leering down at her, and making sure she could see it. “If you ask me nicely I’ll use this. Otherwise… I don’t,” he laughed.
“Fuck you!” she spat, a thick glob of phlegm flying out and hitting him directly in the face. Felicity then continued to buck and thrash, trying to free herself from his and Emma’s grasp.
“Have it your way,” he said, calmly tossing down the bottle, and wiping his face. He then reached down and took his cock in hand, pressing down tightly on her stomach with the other to hold her in place. He lined up his thick prick with her tight, but no doubt bone-dry opening, giving her lips a quick rub up and down, and sneering at her.
“No, get off me, please! God, why is this happening,” Felicity cried as Alex forced his throbbing member inside. She was tight, and struggling and clamping down with all her might, putting up so much fight it took him a moment to even wedge his girthy head inside her. The green-eyed Brit was sobbing and tears were rolling down her face. Snot dripped from her nose and she shook her head back and forth in disbelief. She began to squirm and twist trying anything, everything in her might to throw off her attacker. It was futile, but still she struggled.
“Shut up,” Emma shouted, slapping her once across the cheek, then spitting in her face. The thick white glob of saliva caught Felicity in the eye, and she wailed in despair.
Alex gripped her thighs tightly in either hand, and with one cruel thrust, rammed his cock in as far as her contesting cunt would allow. Now that he was in, he began to ruthlessly rock his hips back and forth, thrusting in and out of her unyielding pussy. He watched as Emma’s saliva rolled down Felicity’s cheek, watched has her nubile body writhed and fought beneath him, watched as his captive cried and shook her head in disbelief, watched as his fat throbbing manhood worked deeper and deeper into the feisty Brit’s capitulating love tunnel.
It took only a few short minutes of rutting for Alex to loosen Felicity up, her juices unwillingly began to flow. Her vehement struggling stopped, she turned her head away, her brilliant green eyes, dulled, fixated on some point far away, as tears of humiliation and defeat trailed her face. Her head bounced back and forth in time with each merciless thrust, and soon Alex found a good hard rhythm, his hips slamming against hers. A wet sloshing sound soon filled the room, and Alex’s arms and chest bristled with sweat.
He reached down, gripping her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Sounds like someone’s beginning to enjoy herself.” Her eyes remained unfocused, but her breathing had increased. “Get up off her. Get the dildo ready.” He said, looking to his beautiful assistant. Emma did as she was told, raising up off Felicity’s arms, and taking up the dildo and the lube. As she began to cover it, Alex spoke, continuing his crude thrusting. “You wanted to fight. I suggest you put more effort into it. Or we’re gonna shove that thing right up your tight little ass.” Then, he too spat a fat wad of phlegm right in his captive’s face. She barely flinched as it caught her on the cheek beside her nose, and slowly mixed with her tears before rolling down onto the mattress.
Alex stopped thrusting just before cumming inside her, he had something special in mind, and wasn’t ready to end it yet. He lifted her arms, laying down, putting his head between them, and wrapping them around his waist. Then, rolled on to his back, effectively pinning her arms beneath his body. He used his legs to fold hers under his and hold them down. Then, he took her hair, pulling it back with one hand and pushing down on her hip with the other. This had the effect of pushing her cunt as far down onto his massive cock as possible while pushing her ass into the air. “Ready when you are.”
Emma was ready. She came over and took a big handful of Felicity’s hair, allowing Alex to hold both of her hips. With the other hand, she positioned the fat black rubber dick at the entrance of her pink pulsing butthole.
Felicity flinched, looking down on Alex in surprise as the dildo touched the entrance of her sphincter, proving she was still in there. The master of the harem smiled at her, “ready?”
She shook her head vehemently. “No, please, don’t.” Her green eyes filled with fear. She again began to thrash and buck and fight, even rearing down to try and bite Alex’s face.
At that moment though, Emma Watson yanked back hard on the captive Brit’s long black hair while simultaneously pushing on the black, plastic, monster poised on the edge of her asshole. Felicity gasped in pain, momentarily stopping all fight as the dildo slid nearly half way inside her. Emma kept a firm grip on her hair, and began working the thick plastic back and forth. She leaned close to the older Brit’s ear, whispering: “If you stopped fighting, you’d enjoy yourself so much more. In time, you’ll find you never want to leave.”
Felicity grimaced, pain flashed across her face, and she looked pleadingly at Alex. “Please, let me go. Why are you doing this?” Thick tears leaked from her gorgeous green eyes.
In answer, Alex began to thrust his hips upward. Working opposite Emma. As the black cock slid from Felicity’s ass, his cock pierced her pussy. The dainty brunette fought, tears in her eyes and continued to beg for mercy as Alex and Emma see-sawed in and out of both of her luscious holes. They developed a good back and forth rhythm rocking Felicity back and forth between them, and eventually Emma could fit nearly the entire phallus into the obstinate brunette’s ass.
The constant struggling had taken its toll on Felicity, and soon she could fight no more, she was covered in sweat, and hung limp between them. Alex gripped her tighter, pulling her body onto his and began to fuck her harder and faster. Holding her in place he slammed his hips upward working in and out of her with ruthless alacrity. Felicity’s head shook, but her body was limp with exhaustion, and it didn’t take long before he grunted in pent up ecstasy, as he filled her battered, defeated cunt with his steaming hot load. The dildo popped from her anus, revealing her red gaping hole, and Alex’s viscous seed seeped from pussy as it spasmed and twitched around the huge cock buried inside it.
Alex took a moment to catch his breath, cradling the nubile unconscious Brit against him. Emma sat near his head, and stroked her hair, while gazing down on him as if he were a god. Once the euphoria of his orgasm passed, Alex disentangled himself, and stood up. He pulled Emma into his arms and kissed her deeply. Their mouths opened, and each probed the other’s mouth with their tongues. He pulled away, they were both breathless, and for a long moment they gazed into one another’s eyes. Smiling, he brushed a strand of her chestnut hair from her face, and said with genuine affection in his eyes, “I love you.”
Emma’s eyes lit up, she grinned back. “I love you too, Master.” They shared a tender embrace, holding each other for several long moments. That is, till Felicity began to stir on the mattress.
“I better get her strapped into the horse.”
“What do you want me to do, Master?”
Alex lifted Felicity into his arms, and carried her toward the horse, laying her down on the long horizontal board. “Hmmmm,” he pondered, as he strapped her legs in place. “I guess you could go and see if Margot has made a decision yet.”
“Ok. And then I can move into my new room?”
“Sure.”
With that, Emma headed toward the door. Alex called out to her as she reached it. “Better take Ulu with you, just in case she feels like fighting your authority.” She agreed, and left the room. Alex finished strapping Felicity into the horse, he then replaced the ring gag, again wedging her mouth open. He cleaned and then replaced the toys and tape in the supply cabinet, before drawing out a bottle of water. He gave the captive Brit a quick slap to the face to wake her up. Her eyes flashed open in surprise, and immediately she began to struggle against the bonds which held her. Though her fight was tired and more subdued than before, an effect of a day spent in strife. “You must be thirsty. I’m going to pour this into your mouth slowly.” Felicity eyed the bottle with longing, then, with defeat and humiliation in her eye, nodded. Alex fed her the water, and offered her another out of pity.
As the second one finished, Thando and Zeru entered the room. “I’m afraid you’re in for a bit of a long day…” he said glancing down on her in sorrow. “You shouldn’t have fought so, and you certainly shouldn’t have bit Ms. Watson. That’s where you truly fucked up. Now I must punish you. And I really don’t like punishing my girls.” He left her then, as his men began to undress. He passed through the main dorm, trusting that Emma could deal with Margot, and went to his quarters, where he took a hot shower and fell into bed, a long day finished.
                                                                        ***
Emma unceremoniously entered Margot Robbie’s quarters. As the level 5 she now had unlimited access to everyone’s room as well as all the supply rooms and most of the security cabinets. Not the ones with tasers, but basically all others. Ulu stood at the door to the hallway, giving her all the room she needed to operate with autonomy, but close enough to offer backup should she need it. Her ex was lying in bed, eyes closed listening to music on her iPod. She looked up in surprise as Emma barged in.
“Em, what’s going on? What are you doing here?” Margot sat up, pulling the earbuds from her ears, looking both startled and then concerned as her eyes drifted to the bandage on her former lover’s hand. “Are you ok?”
“I’m fine,” she said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “The master sent me. He wants to know your decision.” Emma was surprised at the concern in her voice, but was determined to stay hard-hearted in the face of her feelings.
Margot slid forward on the bed, putting her hand on Emma’s knee. “Can’t we talk about this Em. You know I wasn’t trying to incite a riot. That I was only voicing something we were all thinking.” There was desperation and sorrow in her voice.
Emma placed her hand tenderly over Margot’s. “It’s ok,” she said, offering the blonde a compassionate smile. “I know this is an impossible choice. But, you don’t have to make it. I’m here for you.”
“Oh, thank you, thank you.” Margot leaned forward, sweeping Emma up in a loving embrace. She gently patted her back. “It’s nice to know that while we’re no longer lovers, that we can still be friends. It’s what I was so desperately hoping for.”
“Friends…” Emma said, her voice drifting from sweet to sinister. “Who said anything about friends. I said you didn’t have to choose, because I’ve chosen for you.” She pulled back to look her in the eyes, offering the Aussie a hard, callous look. “Take her to the punishment room.”
“What! No, please… Emma what are you doing… I want the bedroom option!” Margot slid from the bed onto her knees at Emma’s feet. She placed her head into her lap, as fresh, thick tears formed in her eyes. “Why?” she cried. “I loved you…please don’t do this…”
Ulu stepped into the room, and with a nod from Emma, snatched Margot to her feet by the hair. He pressed her face against the far wall, wrenching her arms painfully behind her. “Hold still, or this will hurt.” He bound her hands together. She didn’t struggle, just sobbed as tears streamed down her face while gazing at Emma with a look of infinite sadness.
Emma stepped close, while Ulu held Margot firmly in place. She offered her former lover a sweet smile. “See, I knew that you were going to choose the bedroom. I planted that thought in your head, so you could spend your day pleasantly thinking about how you were going to get out of punishment. But you see what I’ve learned in my time down here is that no one can go without punishment. We all need to be reminded who’s in charge, and you’ve gone far too long without that lesson.” She reached up, stroking an idle hair from her face. “Don’t worry, its only for one day… Take her away.”
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