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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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Mal
Story Codes: MF, MDom, Oral, Rape, Rim, humil
Day 26:
Alex decided he’d sleep in the next day. Yesterday had been a long, exhausting day and a late night. Consequently, Alex didn’t get out of bed till nearly 8am, and by the time he’d completed his morning workout routine, taken a shower, and had breakfast, it was nearly 10am and time for morning weigh in. He decided he’d oversee the process, as it had been sometime since he last checked in on the morning ritual.
He found the girls all standing in a queue, arranged from highest level to lowest, in the hallway outside the restroom door. Taylor Swift stood at the front, followed closely by Chloe Moretz, who was standing quietly looking at the floor, and seemingly very uncomfortable back in the red shorts and top of a level 3. Her “Toy” collar was also gone, though as he approached, he noticed her touching the area of her neck where it used to sit as if she missed it. At the end of the queue was Bella, leaning against the wall, looking bored as she inspected her nails. She jumped in surprise, obviously not expecting his presence, as he leaned close and asked, “has she let anyone in yet?”
“No, Master. She just went in a second ago.”
“I see.” With that, he walked past them to go into the restroom, but was stopped by Taylor.
“Master?” she said, gently touching his arm as he touched the door to push his way in.
“Yes?”
“Sorry to bother you, but we were all just wondering where Margot is? Did she do something to get in trouble?”
“Taylor,” he said giving her a serious look. “It’s not for you to worry about Ms. Robbie. I suggest worrying about yourself.” She looked a little wounded at his response, which sounded as if he was being short with her. However, just then, Emma’s voice could be heard from inside, calling for Taylor and both forgot about it. “Wait here a second. I need a moment with Ms. Watson.” He pushed open the door, wondering how Margot dealt with her first experience in the punishment room, and feeling a little bad for how she came to reside there.
Emma sat on one of the benches. She was wearing a slim black pantsuit with a low-cut blazer that dipped low on her chest. It was apparent she wasn’t wearing a blouse or a bra for that matter, as the slightly opened jacket displayed the barest hint of side boob. Red six-inch heels adorned her feet, and sleek, dark red polish, matching the color of her shoes, covered her toe nails. Her hair was up in a loose bun, revealing black gold earrings, which curved to hug the outer edge of her ear. Her dainty fingers sported the same dark red polish, as well as three slim bands of unadorned black gold, one of which was a tiny pinky ring. She looked sexy as hell as she smiled up at him when he entered. “Good morning, Master,” she said, rising to give him a hug. “Come to watch the morning weigh in?” Then she grinned, “to make sure your level 5 is properly doing her job.”
“In part,” he said, smiling back, and accepting the hug. “I see you found your new clothes. I hope everything in the wardrobe matches the specifications you asked for. You look amazing.”
“Yes, I did, thank you, Master.” She bit her lip, as her eyes traveled hungrily down his body. “Did you want me to start, or did you have something else in mind…”
He chuckled softly; she was starting early today. He couldn’t help but marvel at the change she’d undergone since coming here. He was tempted to take her up on the offer, but he had business to conduct, and she’d been receiving far too much of his attention recently. If he continued to show her such favoritism, she might start thinking she could get away with anything. “No, please go ahead and start. We’ll need to talk afterward.” She looked a little disappointed, as she retook her seat and called again for Taylor to come in.
He took a seat on a bench near the wall away from where Emma had everything set up to watch without hindering her. The leggy former pop diva entered and without hesitation stripped her red top and shorts off before sliding the red thong down her legs. She looked amazing, even this early in the morning and without her makeup. Her long hair hung loose in waves of gold, her incredible blue eyes sparkled, and her long clean-shaven legs looked toned and sinewy. Her stomach was tight and firm with just the barest hint of a four-pack. She didn’t have an ounce of fat on her body, save for those perky little tits with the tantalizing pink, pencil eraser nipples, which just begged to be sucked. Obviously, she had been working out and pushing herself hard while he was gone.
Alex’s dick twitched in his pants as she gave him a shy smile, having caught his leering look. He sat in awe as Emma looked her over and caught the occasional timid, but longing gaze she would cast in his direction. Whenever their eyes met, she would shift in embarrassment as her cheeks colored and then look away. The whole thing took only a few minutes as Taylor passed inspection and received a glowing compliment from Emma about how great she was looking. Emma then supplied her daily birth control pill, and a small list of chores. The level 5 then dismissed her and called out for Chloe, who was next in line.
Ms. Moretz entered hesitantly, as if she were very unsure of herself, and might have preferred a strong hand telling her what to do. She never looked up from the floor and came to a stop several feet from Emma where she stood, clutching the bottom of her tee-shirt and shifting back and forth nervously. After a moment, Emma called out: “strip, you know better than to just stand there, Chloe.” The tiny blonde teen nodded, again not looking up from the floor. But, she did as she was told, casting her red tee-shirt and shorts to the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. She looked good too, maybe a bit thin from not eating properly, but her tits were still perky, her legs and pubic area were still shaved clean, and her tight looking innie was still hot as hell. Having then hesitated again, Emma called out, “onto the scale. Let’s have a look at you.” She passed inspection as well, and was also given her birth control pill and a list of chores for the day. However, Emma did have to usher her out with commands, sending her on her way and telling her to make sure she ate breakfast.
Last up, at level 2 was Bella Thorne, who strolled in just as Chloe was making her way out. She gave Alex a sexy wink and peeled off her clothes before sauntering over onto the scale. Hopping up with a laugh, she gave Alex and Emma a few sexy poses while the mistress of the harem inspected her. She too looked amazing, as if she’d been working out. Her long legs were lithe and clean shaven, her abs had the faintest hint of definition and her healthy butt was looking round and tone. Plus, as Emma was looking down and making some notations, she dipped her index finger deep into her mouth, wrapping her lips around it and slowly pulling it out. She then lowered that glistening digit between her legs and gently stroked it through the bare lips of her pink twat. She laughed again, giving them both another playful wink as Emma handed her a birth control pill and a list of chores, then dismissed her. “Laters,” she said waving flirtatiously before snatching up her clothes and heading out.
Emma stood up from the bench as the door to the restroom closed behind Bella, and walked over to stand before her master. “Master,” she said, raising a leg over him and the bench only to settle down onto his lap. “You wanted to talk to me.” As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her body tight against his.
Alex leaned back against the wall with a grin, resting his hands on her hips as he did. “Yeah. First, did Margot really volunteer for the punishment room? It seems unlike her. I would have thought she’d just bite the bullet and sleep with the two of us.”
Shrugging, Emma nodded. “She did. I guess she was still really pissed at me. And I know she didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to tutor Cara when she gets here.” She then leaned forward, shifting her arms to slide around his waist and resting her head against his chest. “You’ll have to be wary when you talk to her though, because when we got in there, she changed her mind, and tried to get out of it, saying she chose the bedroom option…”
“I expect she did change her mind, I can only imagine what was happening with Ms. Jones as you two came in.” He wrapped his arms around her slim frame, holding her close, and leaned his head against hers. “So, you think she might try to convince me that she didn’t want the punishment room option and that you forced her in there for some reason?”
“I don’t know what she’ll do, Master. I just know she didn’t take her choice well, and as we pulled her in, she shouted that she didn’t chose this and wanted the bedroom…” Alex nodded, enjoying the feeling of warmth and comfort Emma was supplying, intimacy that was often lost down here to raw sexuality. For several long minutes, they just sat there, holding each other, reveling in the quiet breathing of the other. Till finally, Emma spoke again. “Did you need me for anything else, Master? If you don’t need me,” she said need in a breathy, sensual tone, as she shifted her hips grinding her pussy against his crotch, “I should go look after Chloe. Untraining her is going to be slow, and for at least the first few days, she’ll need guidance.”
Alex groaned as Emma ground her hips against his, clutching her tightly. “No,” he said breathlessly, “I have some other things to do right now.” She certainly wasn’t making his decision to spend some time away from her very easy. “But before I let you go, in thirty to forty-five minutes, I want you to gather everyone up in the main dorm. I’m going to let Felicity go a little early and while I’m there, I’ll just let Margot out too. She’s paid her dues by now I’m sure.”
“Yes, Master,” Emma said as she slowly disentangled herself and stood up from his lap. She steadied herself on his shoulders as she raised her leg over them and swiveled on those high heels to stand again on one side of the bench. Leaning down, she gave him a soft kiss and then turned to sway out of the restroom.
Alex watched her go, her tight ass looked great dressed in that sexy pantsuit and swaying on those high heels. He let out a deep regretful sigh as the door to the bathroom closed. “Emma,” he whispered, “you just fucked up.”
Of course, his guard captain told him everything. Ulu debriefed him while he was doing his morning workout. The guard captain knew that, ironically, Alex felt as Emma did, that every girl needed to spend some time in the punishment room to understand why it’s better to just obey the rules. Alex preferred they go there after an actual rule infraction or as part of the breaking-in process, since it also instills in everyone the idea that the rules apply to him as well. Which, even though they don’t, creates an illusion of order and stability helping to keep everyone in line.
Alex wasn’t so upset at what Emma had done. Margot did break the rules when she tried to convince everyone to escape. Some form of punishment was in order. It was more about how she went about enacting that punishment. First, she went against his own ruling, saying that he’d abide by Margot’s choice. She didn’t consult with him, or ask for permission to change the parameters of the punishment. She just did it. Then, she tried to bribe one of his men, which was just laughable. But, worst of all was lying about it. Alex might be able to let all that other stuff slide. After all, the level 5 should have a certain amount of power to enact his will down here on her own and without too much oversight, but lying was a problem that would have to be addressed. He needed to be able to trust the lady in charge down here, to trust her to act as he would if for some reason he wasn’t here.
Alex stood up, and started making his way to the punishment room, his mind heavy with how best to handle this Emma situation. She was the perfect level 5. She could be sweet, and strict, but also harsh, knowing that sometimes a little meanness can keep the ladies from a worse fate.
She was also incredibly hot and now embracing that raw sexuality, which was sure to rub off on how the others behaved. Best of all, she had completely devolved into a sex crazed, cock hungry, cum guzzling deviant who was more than willing to fuck him or any of the other girls without the slightest hesitation. The mere thought of how far Emma had fallen made his dick twitch.
He met her gaze on his way through the main dorm’s kitchen area as she was helping Chloe get her breakfast ready. She gave him a sexy little smile and bit her lip coyly. He smiled back and went through the door after pressing his thumb to the scanner. The solution to this problem had to keep her in power, so breaking her was out. But not doing anything was unacceptable too. If she got away with this, she’d do it again. Only who knows what she’d try to get away with next time? It’d require some more thought. For now, he’d watch her closely and make sure she wasn’t trying to push her boundaries even further.
Perhaps, he thought as he entered the north store room between the main dorm and the punishment room, the best way to begin curtailing Emma’s expansion was simply to introduce a proper foil. Someone to help balance her, the yin to her yang… That was it. Someone would need to be promoted, and given a few responsibilities. That would show Emma that she wasn’t irreplaceable while simultaneously grooming someone else to take her place should he need to get rid of her. He grinned as he gathered up a fresh uniform for Margot, and one of the oversized white tees and a pair of panties for Felicity.
He entered the punishment room to odd, cruel silence. Felicity was again strapped into the horse. She had dark black and blue hand prints all over her ass and thighs and thick trails of cum leaking from both her twat and her asshole leaving a gross sticky trail running down her legs. The other end though was almost worse. Her head hung in defeat from the stockade and drool could be seen dripping from behind a curtain of her dark black hair, into thick pool of cum vomit which congealed below it. He lifted her head and she stared off blankly, the remnants of vomit and cum covering her lips and chin. The ring gag had been discarded, as all the fight had been raped out of her. Her mouth hung open, and she didn’t try to shut it or bite him, as her head lolled in his grip, limp and defeated.
Margot was naked and lay on the mattress, her legs splayed wide open, her arms over head, and a tired, broken look on her face. Dried cum covered her entire body, it looked as if a dozen men had ejaculated on her. But worse than that was the acidic smell of piss, as if all his men had taken turns. As he approached, he could see it pooling on the mattress beneath her. She looked up as he neared and, after a moment, recognition came to her eyes. “Master,” she cried, scrambling off the mat and hugging his legs. “Please, please take me out of here. It was terrible, so terrible.” She buried her face in his thigh and began to sob uncontrollably.
He stroked her stinky, pissed covered hair, trying to soothe her. “Everything will be ok, my dear. I’m here to let you out.” Tossing the uniforms to the side, he knelt and embraced her, while she cried and clutched him tight. He let her cry for a few minutes before getting to work.
It took closer to hour to clean get them up, hydrated, dressed, and in a mental state where they could walk on their own. As such, when they entered the main dorm, all the ladies were sitting around looking bored and awaiting their arrival. As they drew closer though, the assembled ladies took notice and sat up, or in Emma’s case stood up.
Alex led the two ladies in. Felicity looked ragged and tired even after being sprayed clean with the hose and given some Gatorade to replace all the fluids she’d lost. She was bare foot and trudged along, exhausted. The oversized tee clung to her still wet body, her hair was wild and frizzled, and her normally vibrant green eyes were dull and sad. However, as she took in the women assembled before her, a realization only half glimpsed in the harsh environment of the punishment room slapped her across the face. She took a few more halting steps, looking at Alex in a whole new light, as she fully realized he had kidnapped not one or two, but all the celebrities who’d disappeared almost one month ago.
Most of the assembled lady’s excitement was around Margot, who though less haggard looking than Felicity, was no less beat down by last night’s trip to the punishment room. She was dressed in a black tee-shirt and shorts, the color of her new level 4 rank. She seemed a bit embarrassed as they crossed the room, all eyes were on her, curious about why she’d been in the punishment room, and how she earned her promotion.
“Morning, everyone.” Alex said, addressing the assembled ladies. “I’d like to introduce you all to the newest member of our little family. Some of you might know her from her movies and TV appearances. But she just finished filming a new Star Wars movie, and I was able to ‘recruit’ her just after she returned home. I’m happy to introduce you all to Ms. Felicity Jones. Please treat her well, get to know her, and help her as she learns the rules of the harem.” With that, he gave her a soft push toward one of the many sofas, where she sat down, and turned from face to face to slowly take in the enormity of the situation in which she now found herself.
“In that regard,” Alex said, putting an arm around Margot’s shoulder. “I have decided to promote Ms. Robbie and give her, as the second highest ranking member down here, a new responsibility.” He was subtly watching Emma as he spoke gauging her reaction to the news. She concealed her emotions well, as all he saw was a proud, happy smile. “This new job will revolve around the integration and orientation of all new girls as they begin their lives down here. She will teach them the rules and the potential consequences of breaking them. As well as showing them around and helping them make friends. She will act as a sort of counselor, a shoulder to cry on as new girls adjust. It is my hope that the examples set between Ms. Robbie, and Ms. Watson will make integration of new girls easier and less of a harsh lesson to be learned.”
He took a moment to look around at his burgeoning harem, happy with the way things had progressed, and greatly looking forward to the second new arrival. He hoped that Felicity might be well settled into her new life before Cara arrived, and that emotions and hostilities between the girls might be quelled before then. Looking around at each girl, he said, “now I’m assuming you all have things to do. Margot, will you spend some time with Felicity? I’m sure she could use your gentle touch and maybe a shoulder to cry on.
He then left, taking Taylor Swift by the hand and leading her away with him. She hopped off the couch, with a delighted little squeal and gleefully followed. Leaving everyone else to attend to their chores and, in the case of Margot and Emma their other duties.
Hauling Taylor into her cell, he wasted no time. Alex bent her over her bed, yanked her shorts down her legs, and began to rub her pussy. Surprised by his urgency, the former pop diva yelped as she was bent over, but began to moan like a slut as soon the master touched her cunt. She pressed her ass against his hand and reached behind her to stroke his cock through the thin fabric of his pants. “Master,” she said breathlessly, “I missed you so much.” She licked her lips hungrily and squeezed one of her tits, pulling at her nipple as she did. Her pussy quickly became hot and wet as the master stroked it and she longed to have him inside her. “Please fuck me,” she whispered breathlessly.
Needing no further encouragement, Alex dropped his pants, spit on his hand, rubbed the saliva over his pulsing member and thrust himself into Taylor’s hot willing fuck hole. He pushed her head down onto the bed, crudely holding her there by pressing his foot against her face and began to urgently thrust back and forth. Taylor’s shorts and panties were stretched out around her long, splayed legs and her face rocked back and forth as it was forced into the mattress. Filled with longing and an immediate need to relieve the tension caused by her weigh-in, Alex gripped her thin waist and worked himself hard in and out of her.
Her head tilted to the side and forced against the mattress, Taylor moaned loudly as she pushed herself back against her master’s strokes, meeting him thrust for thrust. She reached her hand through her legs and began to lustfully rub her clit, bucking and groaning in passion. Being dominated and treated like a dirty whore was bringing her to new heights of arousal she never thought possible.
“Lick my foot, you filthy slut.” Alex demanded, sliding most of it into her gaping mouth as he did.
Taylor’s pussy began to spasm at this new degradation, but she wasted no time running her tongue between the sweaty, dirty digits of his foot, sucking on them like they held a life-giving aphrodisiac. It left a horrid taste in her mouth, but somehow that turned her on even more and soon her cunt was convulsing and spraying girl cum everywhere. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her whole body began to shake. Her knees gave out and she collapsed to the floor just as the mind-blowing orgasm finished rocking her body.
Alex wasn’t done yet though. He flipped her over so she was on her knees, head resting against the bed. He lifted his balls with one hand and gripped her head with the other, pressing her face toward his taint. “Now, lick my asshole, bitch.” There was a short pause, where Alex wasn’t sure the goody-goody pop diva was going to do it. Then, he felt her first tentative lick. It ran from the base of his anus, through the taint and ended close against his balls. He groaned, stroking his dick and holding her firmly against him.
That first lap was exactly the dirty, degrading moment Taylor needed. She gripped her master’s thighs and plunged in. Sliding down the bed just a bit to get a better angle, she began to lap ardently at his filthy shit hole. Keeping the grip with one hand, the other trailed between her legs, stroking her still wet and spasming cunt. Then, with his balls resting against her eyes and nose, Taylor Swift plunged her tongue deep into her master’s asshole. She continued licking and lapping, filling her mouth with the worst thing she’d ever tasted and making her more turned on than she’d ever been.
“Open your eyes, whore,” Alex said, pumping his dick through his fist. “You know better than that.”
Taylor’s gorgeous blue eyes opened, locking on to Alex’s as she worked her tongue in and out of his butthole. She moaned like the whore she was quickly becoming, filling her eyes with lust and devotion. “Cum for me, Master,” she breathed, momentarily removing her tongue from its work.
Alex shuddered at the degradation Taylor was willing to go through for him. “It won’t be long now,” he replied. “Keep up the good work, slut.”
Doubling down, Taylor gripped his hips tightly, and with eyes still upward plunged her tongue as far into her master’s asshole as it would go.
Alex continued pumping his fist, never breaking eye contact with the zealous whore licking his shit hole. It was amazing, and almost beyond comprehension that she was Taylor Swift, fallen so far from grace. That thought pushed him over the edge, and he pulled away from her exertions just in time to blow his load all over her face. Thick white ropes of jizz flew from his cock, coating her face.
Taylor licked her lips, and scrapped the cum from her face, eating it like cotton candy. She wouldn’t be satisfied with the cum on her face though and leaned forward to take Alex’s cock into her mouth. She softly sucked his tender cock, tantalizingly drawing the last vestiges of cum from his dick like a devoted zealot worshiping at an altar. She kept her gaze on his while she worked and when she felt satisfied, said, “I hope you’re not done with me yet, Master?”
She looked every inch like a porn star or a cheap hooker. On her knees, wild hair, cum covering her face but with a look of devotion in her eyes that you’d never see in those others. It made Alex’s member twitch in anticipation of round two. “No, no I’m not,” he said, flopping onto the bed. “Just give me ten minutes and wash your face, you look like a slut”
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The four days to Cara Delevingne’s arrival passed without any real incident. The harem fell into an easy routine, with each of its member’s finding ways to occupy their time without being at one another’s throats. It was a relatively peaceful time for the ladies. As peaceful as life imprisoned in a sex dungeon can be, anyway.
Alex spent much of his daylight hours upstairs, attending to a few matters of business that had fallen by the wayside in the month since he began to collect celebrities to live in his harem. His evenings, and the occasional afternoon break, he spent with a different girl. Over the course of the four days, he visited each lady, some more than once, including separate interludes with Emma Felicity and even Chloe. The goal was to try and abolish the idea that he might favor one girl over the others. He especially wanted Emma to know that she was no more his favorite than anyone else. While maybe not true, she had to learn that she couldn’t just do whatever she wanted and expect to get away with it.
Emma Watson began to suspect that something was wrong when Alex promoted Margot to level 4, and gave her a job that should have been part of her responsibilities. Over the course of the four days, she became increasingly aware of it. Although Alex didn’t outright ignore her, he also didn’t show her any special attention, or spend any more time with her than he did with anyone else. She also got the feeling he knew that she had conspired to put Margot into the punishment room against her will and that he was trying to teach her a lesson. Part of her feared how her education might end. The thought of her being punished weighed on her over the four days, causing her to act much more subdued than normal. She performed her duties though, including the ongoing process of reeducating Chloe, and tried to put on a face as if nothing was wrong. Her work with Ms. Moretz progressed nicely, so much so that near the end of the four days, she shyly agreed to spend a few hours in the private company of the master without any encouragement from Emma. Finally, when she wasn’t performing her job or working with Chloe, Emma spent a lot of her free time alone in the VIP areas of the compound or in her room, which had its own TV and exercise room.
Margot Robbie also spent time enjoying the amenities of her new level whenever she wasn’t locked in Felicity Jones’ room holding her while she cried incessantly. By day three, Felicity was settled in enough to have her own little routine, allowing Margot some time to explore the VIP area. In addition to the lounge, which featured a projection screen theatre style “TV,” she found there was also an underground pool. She spent a lot of time in the lounge. Not because of the fabulous set up, though that was part of it. But mostly because Emma was avoiding her like the plague, and her presence in the lounge kept the level 5 pent up in her room. The master told her, while he was getting her and Felicity cleaned up, to be the bigger woman. To leave the repercussions for Emma tossing her in the punishment room to him, and she wasn’t doing anything to directly hurt her former lover. But that didn’t mean a little playful torment wasn’t out of bounds. Aside from that, she spent some time in the underground pool area. It was a truly amazing feature of the VIP area. The room was almost totally dark. Being lit entirely by a thousand little pin pricks of light scattered across the ceiling in the shape of constellations and by one bright orb hanging over head which resembled the moon in shape and color. The pool itself was surprisingly very cool considering how all the water in the compound was so warm due to the natural hot spring. There was also a hot tub with whirling jets of nice warm water, and a little beach area at the pools side with real sand.
For Taylor Swift, the four days passed frustratingly slow. While the master did spend almost all of that first day fucking her brains out and solidifying the feelings of physical attraction and loyalty she felt towards him. After that though, he spent the rest of those days with other women. Treating her, whenever they crossed paths, with a friendly disposition and all but ignoring the blatant, almost shameful, sexual advances she made towards him. Part of her understood what was going on. That he had to spend time with everyone and not show favorites. But she also knew inside that she had to be one of his favorites. The way he made her feel and the things she proved willing to do for him had to illustrate that. The other part began to become very jealous of the harem’s other inhabitants, even Bella, who continued to be her lover and exercise partner. The quirky, upbeat teen was a vigorous and enthusiastic partner who left Taylor nearly as satisfied as the master, especially when she used that strap on she had in her room. As the days dragged on, the question which ate away at her was: how could she garner more of the master’s time and attention, to steal it as it were, from the others? She began to develop a plan.
The four days were also rather frustrating for Chloe Moretz. Who had to unlearn the harsh lessons Emma had taught her about thinking for herself, or doing anything without first being explicitly told. It wasn’t easy and was very confusing considering next to no time passed between training. One day she was confidant in her place as a submissive toy to be used by her mistress, and the next she was told that was no longer the case. She half expected, each time she acted on her own, to find out the whole thing was a ruse and that she would be punished for thinking for herself. As the days went on, though, she slowly came out of her shell, realizing that it was the master’s will that she again be allowed to think and act for herself, and that the mistress was simply carrying out his orders. Once that sank in, it became easier to think of herself as a person and not as a toy. She was still very submissive and only time would tell if she would ever go back to being the bold girl who reveled in watching and forcing others to submit. When the master came to her in the evening of the third day, she went with him of her own volition and felt sexually fulfilled when he left.
Bella Thorne spent the four days in much the same way as she had while the master was away. There was the hard work out sessions with Taylor Swift in the afternoons, TV and chores after that. Then whenever she was feeling frisky, which was most nights, sex with the blonde former pop diva. Some nights the two slept in the same cell, sometimes not, but either way, the red-haired teen was beginning to develop deep, intimate feelings for her new friend. She wasn’t sure Taylor felt the same way she did, but there was no doubt she was thoroughly enjoying the sex. Bella would often find hickeys on her neck, or scratches down her back the next day in the shower. Signs of her lover’s passion. Bella kept herself clear of the politics. Though in the four days which passed, everything seemed to be at a stalemate, as if events were waiting for something new to happen. The master came for her in the afternoon on the second day. She went with him willingly and enjoyed the hour or more they spent in lusty, sweaty passion, and though it was fun, at this point she preferred the time spent with a certain long legged blonde singer.
For Felicity Jones, the time passed in a kind of hazy blur. It was apparent within the first two days that any hope she had of being rescued, saved, taken away from this hell where she’d been imprisoned, abused and gang raped, was futile. Margot had been a big help during those days. The sweet blonde Aussie stayed with her for hours on end, held her, and told her everything would be ok while she cried. She helped her to understand how life down here worked and, more importantly, that giving in, submitting to this “Master,” was far better than the fate which awaited those who refused. By day three she had developed her own little routine, and though it was still nearly impossible for her to comprehend this new life, it was beginning to become tolerable, and that was perhaps the most terrifying thought of all. She witnessed firsthand with Emma Watson how close the slippery slope between tolerable and sycophant truly was. Her only hope was that she could remain grounded enough to remember that this was a prison, not a life of choice, while hopefully preserving enough of herself to never become one of his zealots. When he came for her on the evening of the fourth day, she went with him. Not because she wanted to, but because she didn’t want to disobey him. She hoped that a small show of submission to avoid a much harsher punishment wouldn’t erode her moral bedrock. Surprisingly, he did try to please her, but it was hard for her to get into the mood in her current state of mind and in the end, she left feeling dirty and ashamed despite what basically amounted to laying there and taking it.
                                                                        ***
Day 30:
The ten-day journey had been long, arduous and, above all, boring. However, yesterday, Cara Delevingne felt the cargo container she and Taji were sharing being lifted from the ship. She steadied herself against the wall giving her ‘guard’ a curious look. “I imagine,” he said, “that we are in the port of Quebec City.” The container sat idle for an hour or so, before it moved again. This time, by all estimation onto the bed of a semi-truck. Because soon after, it lurched, and the sound of the road could be heard from inside.
Cara had ten long days to contemplate her situation and what her life would be like in this complex she was being taken to. It made her depressed and she spent a lot of time crying about how her life was, from this moment, irrevocably changed. It was nearly impossible to imagine that someone would kidnap women and use them as sex slaves. But it seemed that was to be her new life. As such, she decided it would be far less painful, both physically and mentally, for her to pretend to submit. To try and figure out a way to escape, or call for help later. For one thing, escape from this container was impossible, even Taji couldn’t get out. Besides that, two days ago, Taji, to illustrate why giving in was a far better option, showed her a video of her friend Taylor Swift being ruthlessly gang raped by Taji and a small group of African soldiers. He forced her to watch to the end, telling her that this was the boss’s punishment for Taylor’s unwillingness to ‘contribute’ to his harem. So while she was certainly not happy about where she was and what was expected of her when she arrived, she also didn’t want to suffer Taylor’s fate.
She sat on the edge of her bed, watching Step Brothers for the dozenth time and idly listening to the hum of tires on the road… finally, she had to ask. “How long will it be now? Where are we going? And what will this boss of yours expect of me when we arrive?”
Taji put down his iPad, and looked at his watch. “Fifteen hours on the road, of which we’ve done ten. After that, we off-load and get on a chopper. Three hours later, and we should make the complex. You know I can’t tell you where it is, we covered that. As to what the boss will expect...” He shrugged, picking up the iPad again, and looking down at the screen. “He’ll expect you to submit, to whatever he asks or face the punishment room.”
“Yes,” she growled, “you said that. But, what does that mean!”
“Who knows…the boss likes to keep the ladies on their toes. For one thing, you’ll need to change back into the clothes I’ve given you. I shouldn’t have allowed you to put the clothes I captured you in back on. The boss wouldn’t be happy if he knew.” With that, he popped his headphones back in and went back to ignoring her.
Cara sighed in frustration and went back to watching her movie. About four hours later, Taji put away his stuff and told her to take another towel bath, using water from the drums. After which, she changed into one of those oversized white tee-shirts and cotton panties that she had been told was the attire of an entry, or level 1 member of the harem. Then they waited.
A short while later, the truck came to a stop, and Taji zip tied her wrists together and put a black cloth bag over her head. She then felt him drape a heavy blanket over her as the door to the cargo container squeaked open. Her ‘guard’ then exchanged a few words in a language she didn’t know with a second man, and they transitioned to a helicopter. The helicopter ride proved almost as boring as the time spent in the container, as all she had for company was the whirling blades of the copter, and the darkness of the black sack over her head. While bored, her stomach was a jumbled mess. She was nervous, terrified and disgusted all at the same time, and in the black, all she had for company was her own dark thoughts about how her life was over. A few thick tears leaked down her cheeks and she doubted they’d be the last of the night. She thought about trying to jump, to end it all. But doubted that the doors were unlocked or that the big African guard next to her wouldn’t grab her instantly if she tried to move. So she settled for spending the three hours sobbing, lost to the dark thoughts of her fate.
Eventually the chopper landed and, after a moment, felt herself again being led by the man next to her. She felt the concrete on her bare feet transition into warm tiles as they presumably moved into a structure of some kind. Then shortly after, the telltale feeling of an elevator descending and the blanket she had been shrouded in, removed. She then felt carpet beneath her feet, followed by warm stone as she was again led away. They passed through a few doorways, at least that was what they sounded like as they clicked open and closed. Finally, as the third or fourth door closed behind them, she heard a male voice, this time in English.
“There she is,” came a deep, distinctly masculine voice. “Bring her over here, and I think it’s safe to take that sack off her head. I’m sure she’s anxious to see her new home and to meet her master.”
The cloth bag was removed, revealing a large open room with gray stone walls. A few rugs decorated a stone floor, the same color as the walls, and several landscape paintings clung to those. There was a large open area filled with couches, chairs and a few end tables. As well as three large rooms behind curtains, a big open kitchen area, and many doors and hallways leading away.
The room had only three occupants save her and Taji. The first was a tall, well-built, bare chested man with tousled brown hair and steely blue eyes. He stood in the center of the sea of sofas with his arms crossed, wearing white linen pants and black slippers. The other two people were women whom she recognized, Emma Watson and Margot Robbie.
Emma sat on the arm of a chair, wearing a sleek black skirt, a low-cut white blouse and heels. She had a critical, almost harsh look on her face, studying her as if she were an interloper into her territory. Margot, on the other hand, looked friendly and had a sympathetic smile on her face. She wore a slim fitting black tee-shirt and matching black exercise shorts with tennis shoes. Cara felt awkward in her attire by comparison, as Taji brought her to stand before the man. He cut the zip ties at her wrists and asked him if he needed any further services.
“I don’t think so, Taji,” he said turning from her to the huge guard. “You’ve done a fine job bringing Ms. Delevingne here unscathed. Welcome home, and consider yourself up for three merits.” He held out his hand.
Taji took the offered hand, saying, “thank you, boss. You had a fine plan, all I did was execute it.” There was a short silence, he looked down at Cara. “I’m just happy I was able to deliver her here safe.” He turned back to his boss, nodded his head, and said, “good night, boss.” Then snapped on his heel and left the room at a brisk pace.
“I trust you had a quiet journey and that Taji didn’t mistreat you in anyway?”
Cara looked back at the man, her master, and tears came unbidden to her eyes. It hit home. She was here, for so long this moment seemed like a dream, or a nightmare, something that would never actually happen. This was a prison, and she a captive. She now belonged to this man and she knew all too well what he planned to do with her. Suddenly, her legs felt weak and she collapsed to her knees. She looked up at him, wiping her tears… her lips trembled, she couldn’t speak.
He knelt before her and stroked her cheek offering her as kind a smile as a kidnapping rapist could muster. “Don’t worry my dear, a few days here and you’ll feel much better. But,” he said standing again, “before we get there. I’m sure Taji told you that you would need to pay fealty or face the punishment room?”
She nodded shakily, tears still in her eyes, and looking up at him. “He…he did.” She finally managed to speak.
“Good.” With that, he pulled the drawstring holding up his pants. They fell to his feet, revealing his thick, impressive dick, hanging limp. “I offer you then a simple task. Suck me off. Suck me off, and you can avoid the unfortunate fate of Ms. Swift.” He stepped from his pants and took a step closer, bringing his penis within inches of her face.
She glanced to Emma and to Margot, who both looked on her in sympathy, Emma perhaps less so.
“Don’t look at them,” the man said, clutching her chin and raising her gaze to his. “When you pleasure your master, you look here.”
Cara nodded, doing her best to maintain eye contact as she raised a shaky hand.
The man batted her hand away as she lifted it. “Did I say stroke. Did I tell you to touch my dick? I said suck, and that is what I expect. I don’t know where those whore hands of yours have been.”
Tears came again to her gorgeous blue eyes as she looked up into his hard, stony face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean—”
He slapped her across the face, she reeled back on her heels barely avoiding falling over. “Master. You’re sorry, Master.” He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her forward and placing his cock against her lips. “If you can’t properly address me, I can assure you the punishment room will teach you proper deference.”
“I’m sorry, Master, please. You don’t have to hit me…”
“Then prove it. Act as you’ve been instructed and we’ll have no further problems.”
The master looked down on her, arrogance and righteousness shown on his face. Cara had never been so terrified in her life. Her whole body was shaking and tears streamed down her cheeks, she could feel them dripping from her chin. “Yes, master,” she muttered feebly.
“Good.” He said, slapping his prick against her lips a few times. “Now, show me what a good girl you can be.”
Nodding, Cara again cast her gaze upwards, meeting the cold, hard stare of her new master. Never in her whole life had she felt so humiliated or hopeless. Thus, out of options, she licked her lips nervously and opened them to accept his hot, thick meat.
                                                                        ***
Alex gazed down at Cara Delevingne as she wrapped her lips around him. Her cheek stung red from his blow and there were tears and defeat in her amazing eyes. He cradled her head gently between his fingers, watching, enthralled, as she tentatively took the tip into her mouth. The look of humiliation and defeat were more than enough to cause the blood to surge into his manhood.
She settled into a more comfortable position on her knees, sliding low so her bottom touched the ground and she could more easily look up at him as his cock went from limp to rock hard in the span of seconds. Her cheeks sank in as her lips tightened around the tip, and she began to softly, reluctantly suckle at the tip of his penis.
Her agile, undulating tongue swirled around it, and he groaned as she pressed it against the opening and gently lapped up and down. There were tears still in her eyes, but his sigh of satisfaction gave her new resolve, and she pushed the first half into her mouth. Her thick lips wrapped snugly around his shaft as she pushed them further down, all the while her tongue cradled the base. Then she withdrew, slowly dragging her lips back up, her tongue sliding back and forth. “You’re doing great, keep it up.” He held her head gently with one hand, not guiding her, just reveling in the closeness it brought them. With the other hand, he reached out, motioning for Margot to come to him.
The blonde Aussie looked surprised, but came near. Alex pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her waist. She looked up at him curiously as he leaned down to kiss her. Her mouth parted in surprise and longing as the kiss lingered, and very quickly the sexy blonde was kissing back with passion, sucking his tongue, and gently pressing hers into his mouth. Alex delighted in the amazing sensation. Cara expertly sliding her lips up and down his shaft while Margot kissed him and pressed her taut body against his. But there was another reason this felt so great. He was excluding Emma on purpose, forcing her to watch, and showing just how easily she could be replaced if her behavior continued. It made him grin, even as he clutched the two ladies closer.
He pulled away from Margot breathless, and the two looked down on Cara, who was now working about three-quarters of his shaft back and forth in her mouth. She was maintaining eye contact, despite his lack of it while making out with Margot. There was something curious in her gaze, having watched her friend passionately make out with the man who’d kidnapped and raped them. Was it lust, or wrath, maybe envy in those eyes? Only time would tell. Either way, for now it was sexy as hell, and he had to ask. “What do you think of your friend? Doesn’t she look hot as fuck on her knees and looking up at us?”
Margot smiled down at Cara, again there was sympathy in her gaze. That didn’t stop her though from reaching down and gently running her fingers through Cara’s long dirty blonde hair and stroking her cheek. “She’s amazing, Master. May I join her?” she said, cupping the other girls neck and looking expectantly to Alex.
Alex shuddered at the thought of the two of them running their lips all over his manhood. But he gripped Margot closer to keep her from dropping to her knees. “No, she has to do this on her own. Everyone must earn their place.” He gave her ass a playful smack and said, “you can watch with me though.”
“Ok,” she said, pressing her body tightly against his and looking down to watch as Cara slobbered and drooled all over her master’s thick cock.
The blonde Brit had gotten into a good rhythm now, and whether she was spurred on by the gaze of her friend or was hurrying to get this humiliating job over with, she sped up her movements. Her lips rapidly slid up and down his shaft, all while her eyes said, “cum for me,” and her tongue worked damn near acrobatic movements along the base.
Alex groaned again, gripping her head tightly as she sucked hard around the tip and rolled her tongue all the way around it before immediately plunging back down his rod. This time, she took in the whole thing. Pressing the tip past her tonsils and into her throat. She gagged slightly, but held it like a champ. Her nose was buried in his pubes as her throat convulsed around the hot pulsing invader. With her tongue she lashed out and began to lap vigorously against his balls while very slightly rocking her head back and forth.
The sensation was amazing, and Alex involuntarily thrust himself forward. It became more than he could take, and he took her head in both hands and began to pump himself back and forth in her throat. Cara looked up at him in fright and surprise, as she lost control and fought to breathe. Tears swelled in her eyes and her face began to redden as Alex relentlessly fucked her throat. He was close and let forth another loud sigh, releasing Cara from his grip the second before it happened. Breathless and scared, she recoiled, lurching backward away from his cock and onto her butt. Alex took advantage of her disorientation, stepping forward as she fought to breathe, and jerked his dick. It didn’t need much more encouragement, as Cara had done a great job, and her throat felt amazing.
She had just enough time to look up at him, her eyes saying, “what now?” when the first rope of salty white jizz hit her in the face, landing in a long line over her right eye and down across her cheek. She tried to slide back, but Alex again took her head in his other hand as he continued his orgasm. The second rope landed right in her surprised mouth. The third in her hair and across her forehead with the fourth and final one painting the other side of her face.
Cara was scared now, and tried to slide away from him. But he gripped her hair tight and said, “open up.” She didn’t want to, but was frightened of what might happen if she refused. So she again took his dick into her lips and reluctantly, sucked the last vestiges of cum from her new master’s slowly softening cock.
He took a deep contented breath as he took a step away from the newest cum coated member of his harem. He turned to retrieve his pants as Margot scrambled from his side to the floor to comfort her friend. As he drew his pants up, he caught the dark, brooding gaze of Emma Watson. She sat still on the arm of a nearby chair, arms crossed her chest. Approaching her, he noticed her expression ever so slightly change to something more amenable. “Everything alright my dear?” He kept his voice even and neutral, but he could tell she was pissed at being excluded, even if ever so slightly.
“I’m fine, master,” she said in a tight-lipped scowl. “Was she everything you hoped she’d be?”
“Oh yes,” he said with a grin. It wasn’t a lie, Cara was amazing, but he also hoped that a little competition might take her down a peg or two. “Everything I hoped for.”
She smiled. He wasn’t sure if it was out of genuine happiness for his wellbeing or a lie to hide something else. But either way, she stood up and planted a soft kiss on his cheek and said, “may I be excused then? I’ve had a long day.”
“Of course.” With that she turned to leave. “Oh,” he said to her back. “You can expect me to come knocking early tomorrow. We have a few things to discuss.”
“Very well, Master. I shall expect you then.”
She left the main dorm and Alex couldn’t help but wonder what was running through her head. He turned back to Margot and Cara, still sitting on the floor. “You’re free to get her cleaned up now. And, Margot, you did a great job tonight, thank you.”
Margot smiled up at him, as she tried to stand her still shaky friend up. They rose, and turned to leave. Alex remembered then he had one more condition. “Remember, I want Cara to spend the first night in her cell. After that, she’s free to spend nights in your suite if she wishes.”
“I remember, Master.” She then took Cara into the restroom, presumably to give her a shower and some mental support.
Alex looked around the darkened hall of the main dorm with a contented sigh. The lights in here were dimmed after curfew to give the ladies a semblance of time passing and to add to the ambience of the place. He felt powerful, very much the king of this kingdom. This first encounter with Cara had been nice. He’d have to give her a few days to integrate before he could call on her again though, it was the polite thing to do. But standing here, feeling a king, a god, he wasn’t done.
He smiled as his feet found him wandering toward Felicity Jones’ bedroom, wondering how the other newbie would handle the surprise of being awakened a few hours after curfew to the hardened, needy cock of her master.
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