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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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Story Codes: MF MDom HJ fingering Ds Oral Anal
Day 31: (Just after midnight)
Felicity Jones wasn’t as surprised as Alex thought she might be when the door to her room banged open. The lights came up, her eyes fluttered open, and she sat up as he took a step in. Her blanket fell, revealing her pert supple breasts. Alex raised an eyebrow and grinned, she was sleeping in the nude, apparently. Her oversized tee and panties were draped across the arm of her chair.
When their eyes met, she wore a frown, but followed his gaze to her clothes. “I prefer sleeping in the nude, not that it’s any of your fucking business.”
“Ms. Jones, it doesn’t matter to me how you sleep. In fact, I prefer this,” he said as his eyes roamed her body. He sat down on the edge of her bed, causing the sultry brunette to scoot away from him, and pull the blankets back up over her tits. Reaching down, he gently patted her leg. “What I do care about is how you’re doing? If you’re fitting in ok down here, making friends, acclimating to your new life.”
She scowled, revealing that cute little overbite, which was one of the many reasons he wanted her in the first place. “You mean the life you forced on me by kidnapping and raping me?” As she spoke, she raised her eyes amazing vibrant green eyes from the bed and leveled a harsh accusing stare his way.
“Yes,” he said simply, meeting her gaze without flinching.
“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?” she said in a soft angry whisper as she leapt away from him, getting as far as she could on the narrow twin bed. Pressing her side against the wall, she drew her knees up to her chest and scraped her wrist across her face, wiping the unbidden tears from her eyes. “If you’re looking for me to fit in, you’re going to be disappointed.” She spat her words in vehemence. “If you think I’m going to get so comfortable here as to become one of your sycophantic prostitutes, like Emma Watson, you’re fucking deranged.” There was a short pause, as she stared off into the room, looking despondent. Then she turned a sad, tear-filled gaze upon him, “if you want to fuck me, you’re going to have to rape me. I’ll never be like them…” Her words trailed off, and she again looked at the wall, as a single tear trailed down her cheek.
Her words now were in stark contrast to her actions the last time he’d visited her. She’d given in to his desires to avoid returning to the punishment room. Alex had hoped she’d found the harsh treatment she’d endured in there to be a far worse option than submission. Then again, she was an actress and a damn good one too. “You’re bluffing,” he said, ignoring her tears. “But don’t worry. If you refuse to soften your attitude, I’d be more than happy to call that bluff by tossing you back in my punishment room.” He inched closer and ran a gentle finger down her tear-stained cheek. “I’ll strap you into the horse, put an IV in your arm to keep you alive while I give you a week or two to think about it. All while my men use your holes for every degrading thing you can imagine, and, as you’ve seen, they can be very creative.”
She flinched away from his touch, looking away from him as several more tears rolled down her cheeks. Her lips trembled in fear and Alex knew he was right. She was bluffing. He fought the urge to grin and kept his face even. Provoking her now might make her follow through with her bluff and they last thing he wanted was to keep his promise. He gently touched her leg through the blanket, running his fingers lightly down her thigh. “Look, I know you don’t want to return to the punishment room.” As his hand reached her hip, he gripped the blanket and began to slowly pull it away from her. “I know that in the beginning, things down here aren’t easy.” The covers slid down her chest as he pulled, revealing the top of her breasts. More tears slipped down her cheeks. “You’ll get used to life down here. To me.” The blanket fell fully away, revealing the glory of her amazing naked form. “All you have to do,” he said, gently squeezing her thigh as his eyes traveled up her naked body, “is submit.”
Felicity wiped her face again, turning as she did to look him in the eye. “I hate you,” she whispered. But as she spoke, Alex could see her swallow her pride. She reached over to place her hand in his lap. Then, returning her broken gaze to the bed she lightly stroked his cock through his thin linen pants.
Alex could hold his grin back no longer. He smiled, as he slid closer and planted a soft, gentle kiss on her shoulder. She shied away from his touch, but didn’t fight it as he pulled the draw strings of his pants and guided her hand beneath the waistband. He dipped his hand between her legs, pushing them ever so slightly apart. Then, while watching her resigned, tear-streaked face, he reached forward and placed his fingers against the soft folds of her pussy. He pressed against her clit and began to gently rub up and down, then in a slow circle.
Felicity sighed, despite herself as she took the head of his penis between thumb and forefinger and gently kneaded the soft, tender flesh. Her ‘master’s’ cock grew in her hand, and when it was hard, she began to pump it up and down in her fist. Fresh tears trailed her cheeks as she felt her twat become damp under his expert exertions. It didn’t take long, soon his cock was rock hard in her hand and her breathing had become labored as his fingers dipped into her now dripping wet snatch.
Pumping his fingers in and out of her, Alex sat forward and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples and lightly sucked on it. Felicity leaned back to give her master the access he clearly wanted as she quickened the pace with which she stroked his impressive cock. With her other hand, she again wiped the tears from her cheeks, admitting, as an unwanted gasp of pleasure escaped her lips, that he was a skilled lover.
Soon, Alex had her gasping in pleasure and grinding her pussy against his hand as his fingers worked in and out of her sex. She still had tears in her eyes, but that made her moans all the sexier. Something about knowing she hated what he was doing but was getting off despite that hate, turned him on immensely. A deep involuntary moan escaped her lips and her reluctant eyes met his. In that moment, Alex knew what she wanted. She wanted him to make her cum.
He quickly pulled his hand away, grinning when she yelped in disappointed surprise. Taking advantage of her distraction, Alex gently pushed her hand away from his cock. “Well, I guess I’ll be going now,” and he shifted away from her to stand up. He could tell she wanted him to finish her off, but that pride kept her from asking. Felicity was still breathing heavy, even as he looked down on her and reached for his pants she subtly moved her own hand between her legs. “Unless… you want me to stay?”
She looked torn. Alex could tell she wanted to tell him to fuck off, but he also knew horny when he saw it and, right now, Felicity was dripping in sexual tension. She bit her lip, doing her best to swallow her pride. “Are you just going to be back in the morning? You still look pretty horny to me. I mean, if you’re going to make me fuck you, it might as well be now, you’re already here.”
It was a weak ploy, but she really didn’t have much of a play here. Alex grinned down at her, which as she was studying the blankets, she didn’t really see. “Probably not, I have a whole harem full of sex crazed sluts who want my cock…” He paused again, seeing her brows furrow in concentration as she tried to figure out a solution that didn’t involve telling him she wanted him to fuck her.
“If you want me to stay, all you have to do is ask. I won’t think less of you and no one else will know you wanted me to stay. I just want you to enjoy your life down here. If you enjoy being pent up and sexually frustrated, I guess that’s your business.” Alex smiled, wondering what she’d choose as he stepped into his pants and pulled them up.
Turning those beautiful green eyes up at him, Felicity with a hint of desperation in her voice, said “wait.” Her lips were trembling, Alex could tell she was still torn between hating him and wanting what he had to offer. “You could stay, if you want.”
“No, that’s not going to do it. If you want me to stay, to fuck you like I can tell you want, you’re going to have to ask.” He sat down on the arm of her chair, watching her and giving her a minute to decide.
It took a minute too. Alex watched as she struggled to speak her desires. “Fine,” she said, swallowing the hard, emotional lump in her throat. “Please stay with me.” There was resentment mixed with desperation in her voice. She wanted him to stay, at least some part of her did, but expressing that desire was something entirely different.
Alex nodded, meeting her tear-filled gaze. “I could stay. Since you asked. But,” he added with a subtle smile, “whatever would we do?”
“I thought…” Felicity said again stumbling on her emotions. “I thought you wanted to… to fuck me.” She whispered those last two words, as if saying them quieter made them somehow easier to say.
“That isn’t in fact what I said, Ms. Jones.” Alex was loving this game, seeing the emotions play across Felicity’s resentful face. “I said I wanted you to be happy. If ‘fucking you’ would make you happy, just tell me that’s what you want, simple.”
Her gaze returned to the bed, Alex could see the plight play out in her eyes. He wondered if he had pushed her too far tonight. Wondered if she was too prideful to admit she wanted his cock. A long moment passed while Felicity struggled with her emotions. Alex was just about to give up on her and leave when she spoke.
Felicity turned her gaze back to him, there were tears again in her eyes and her lips trembled. “I…I can see what you’re doing, you know. I’m not an idiot. You think if you keep coming here and pushing me to the brink of orgasm that I’ll drop to my knees and beg you to fuck me… That, given enough time, I’ll devolve into one of your sex crazed deviants.” She blinked, freeing the tears in her eyes, they ran down her cheeks and she brushed them away with the back of her hand. “Well, you can think again. I told you before, I’ll never be like that. If you want to bed me, bed me. You seem talented enough and I believe in some sick and twisted way you want me to enjoy it. Hell, maybe I would. But if you think I’ll beg, plead, like some dog looking for a treat… Well, if that’s how little you think of me, I know just whom you can fuck… yourself.” She turned away from him to face the wall and closed her eyes. “Just get out…” she whispered.
Alex felt terrible. He was frustrated at himself for pushing Felicity too far, too fast and sympathetic for the way his actions had hurt her. Not to mention it ruined any chance he had of getting with her tonight, at least without being a dick. The thought that maybe she would never fall so far as to become some mindless sex crazed slut crossed his mind. A woman like Felicity had too much pride, too much self-respect to maybe ever fall that far. She was mature and strong willed, it was one of the many things about her he found attractive.
Seeing her curled up against the wall sobbing, Alex desperately wanted to go to her and console her. That was impossible though, at least for now. He turned to the door, unlocking it with his thumb and dimmed the lights. “I’m sorry,” he whispered into the dark, closing the door behind him as he left.
For now, empty words would have to do.
                                                                        ***
Day 31 cont.
Alex knocked on the door to Emma Watson’s suite early the next morning. The four days between breaking Felicity in and Cara’s arrival had done their relationship no favors. There had been suspicion, veiled hostility and jealousy between them. Even the hot, wet sex they had on the ‘beach’ by the pool in the afternoon of that third day had done little but show Emma that Alex was no longer going to show her the favoritism she was used to. She was angry at him for the different way he was treating her, and he was upset that she had lied to him and gone behind his back to get her way. But he considered them a couple and hoped they could resolve this like a couple. Every couple fights but the good ones find a way to move on, maybe with sex he thought.
Emma opened the door a few moments later wearing a short black negligee, a pair of ankle socks and a sleepy frown. “Master, its early.” Her hair was tousled as if she’d just rolled out of bed and she wore no makeup, but damned if she wasn’t still sexy as hell. Looking like that, it was hard to be angry at her.
“I said I’d be by early.” He said with a suave smile indicating he was in no way sleepy.
“Early is seven,” she groaned uncharacteristically. “Its five-thirty.”
“Is it?” He said with a grin, stepping into her and giving her a one-armed hug and a kiss on the forehead.
She returned the kiss by arching up on her tip toes and lightly pecking him on the lips. “Next time you come this early,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, “bring coffee.”
Smiling down at her, he lifted her by the waist and carried her into the room, happy that the tension from the previous days was lessened, at least for the moment. Maybe, with a bit of luck they could get past all this without drastic measures.
Two steps into the room, Alex sat his sexy harem mistress down and noticed she was not alone. There, in her bed was the half-naked form of Chloe Moretz fast asleep. “Busy night?” he said, looking down on her with a grin and an arched eyebrow.
“It’s nothing like that,” Emma whispered, looking over at her with a fond smile and closing the door. She took his hand, and with a finger to her lips, led him into her suite’s small sitting area in front of her TV. “She’s been having trouble sleeping. I’ve been making her stay in her own room, but I took pity on her last night. Said she hadn’t gotten more than a couple hours sleep in the past four days.” Emma’s eyes drifted over to the girl sleeping in her bed. “Poor thing. I feel bad for her. She learned to obey without question and then was immediately told that she wasn’t a slave whose sole purpose was to do as she was told.”
“Is she coming around?” Alex too looked over at Chloe as he flopped down on Emma’s couch and put his feet up.
“It’s a slow process, Master.” Emma went to the couch, and laid down on top of her master, resting her head against his lean, muscled chest. “Sometimes she seems fine, then I see her glancing in the direction of the restrooms, or over at the kitchen, and I can tell she wants something, but questions whether she can go on her own or if she’s still supposed to wait for permission.” She cuddled against him, wrapping her arms around his chest, and tilted her head so she could look up into his eyes. “Nighttime is the worst, I think. She’s all alone in that cell. It’s sometimes still hard for her to convince herself its ok to do anything, even sleep. I went in there one morning and found her sitting on her bed. She’d just sat there the whole night.”
“I’m glad you’re taking care of her.” He smiled down at her, gently stroking her back. She returned the smile and there was happiness in her eyes, a far cry from the suspicion and hostility of the past few days.
“She needs me, and now that she’s not strutting around here like a royal cunt, I’m beginning to really like her, Master. She’s sweeter now, more innocent.”
“And hot…”
“Yeah, that too.” She said, giggling softly into his chest.
Seeing her like this, Alex debated going through with his reason for coming and he couldn’t help but wonder if that was her intention all along. Emma closed her eyes and for a long moment they laid together, just like any normal couple might. Their breathing synced up, he could smell the faint scent of her perfume, her breasts pressing against his stomach and the steady rise and fall of her chest. He gazed down on her and he ran his fingers through her thick brown hair. There was no denying it. He loved her However, he was still her master, with duties of his own and he’d be doing her no favors by holding off on confronting this issue any longer. “Emma,” he whispered, “I know what you did.”
She tensed against him. It was subtle and only lasted a second before she suppressed the sensation. She again looked up at him. “Master?” the pretense of innocence was lost in the slight hitch to her voice. Clearly she was enjoying the moment too, even perhaps wishing things had gone differently. But they hadn’t.
Alex had to swallow the hard, emotional lump in his throat. “You lied to me. Don’t try to deny it.” He half expected her to flinch away from him, maybe jump up and shout her innocence. But she didn’t.
Instead, she gripped him tighter and hid her face in his chest. “I’m sorry, Master. I wish I could take it all back, but…” She shuddered against him as she sobbed. Alex could feel tears dripping from her eyes as they landed on the bare flesh of his chest. “I…I only did what I thought was best…”
“For you, or for Margot…” he said, interrupting whatever she was going to say next. She hesitated, and Alex could feel her body tighten, as she tried to control her sobbing, her tears. “She was your lover and just because she broke up with you was no reason to do what you did.”
“You’re right,” she spoke in quiet halting sobs. “I was angry at her. It doesn’t change the fact that she tried to incite a rebellion.”
“That doesn’t explain why you went behind my back to dole out the punishment you wanted her to have instead of the one she chose and then lied to me to hide your tracks.” She rose from his chest enough to look him in the eyes. There were tears in hers, they trailed down her cheeks. They whispered still, trying not to wake Chloe. “I just want to know why,” he said, gripping her arms tightly and trying to make his gaze hard and unflinching. “Then we can talk punishment.”
Emma’s lips trembled, she looked scared. “I…I’m sorry.” Her head drooped against his chest. “I,” she spoke between her sobbing gasps for breath. “I wanted to punish her, Master. She hurt me.”
“Is that all?” Alex struggled to keep his voice hard. He felt bad for her, but at the same time he knew that he couldn’t let her behavior continue. Lying, especially to him, was way out of bounds. There was a long pause, as she sobbed and struggled to get a hold of herself. Alex began to lose his patience and thought of doing something rash, when she spoke.
Emma sat up on his legs and leaned back against the couch, wiping her eyes and turning them on him. She took a deep breath and when she spoke, her voice was hard, steely. The voice of a true harem mistress. “I did what you should have done. You went soft on her, Master. All other instances or thoughts of rebellion you’ve punished thoroughly and harshly. You were just going to let her get away with it.” Her eyes dropped back to his chest and her voice softened. “I’m sorry I lied. But I’m not sorry for what I did.” She gently ran her hands over his chest. “If that means punishment, so be it… But, she’ll think twice about escaping and so will everyone else. What I did will show that no one is above the rules and cut down the need for punishment. Ensuring the girls are safer now than they were before.”
Alex had to admit that what she said was true. He knew it was best if all his ladies experienced the punishment room. To learn that submitting was a far more pleasant alternative to fighting. “You’re right, I was going to go easy on her.” The stern expression on his face vanished, replaced by the softened gaze of the man who loved her. He was still angry with her and she had to be held accountable too. “What does that mean I should do with you then?” He gently brushed a few thick strands of hair from out of her face and gazed into her eyes.
Her lips again trembled, her eyes reflecting the love he felt. She bit her lip and a few tears fell to her face. “Punishment,” she said simply, continuing to meet his gaze.
He nodded, his face growing hard. Suddenly, he was furious at her, at himself, it didn’t matter. He growled in a low, dangerous voice. “I can’t send you to the punishment room and you know that…” Emma looked frightened and helpless. She’d never seen him truly angry before. He grabbed her by the arms and pushed her violently off his lap and sat up. She cringed away from him as much as the grip he had on her arms would allow, fearful he might strike her. “And just what do you think this punishment should be…” In his anger, he glanced over to Chloe, who was somehow still asleep, or at least pretending to be and an idea began to take shape in his head.
Suddenly, it came to him. “You’re grounded. Confined to this room.” His fingers dug painfully into her arms, she looked terrified as he shook with anger. “I don’t want to see your face for a week. You’re not to see anyone, not to talk to anyone, not to fuck anyone. If you so much as dip those slender fingers between your legs or linger too long in the shower, I’ll drop you back to level 1, toss you out of this suite and into a cell so fast it’ll make your head spin.” He shoved her back against the arm of the couch, releasing his tight grip on her and stood up. His whole body shook in rage as he stormed to the door.
Emma was in tears; her whole body shook as she sobbed hysterically. She slid off the couch onto her knees. “Please,” she whispered. Emotions overwhelming her, she buried her face in her hands.
In the short space between couch and door, Alex began to calm. His hand touched the handle, and he took three deep breaths. He fought the urge to look over at her, he couldn’t bear to see her face right now, he might not go through with it if he did. Keeping his voice as hard as the emotions surging through him would allow, Alex said, “Margot will take over weigh ins for now. You can expect daily visits from her to ensure you’re keeping up your appearance and to bring you any supplies you need.”
Chloe whimpered in fear, and sat up, no longer able to hide the fact that she wasn’t sleeping. She shied away from the angry voice of her master, backing against the far wall and drew her legs up to her chest. Alex glanced over at her, ignoring Emma’s pleading sobs, “come.”
With only a slight hesitation, Chloe shuffled over to her master’s side. He gripped her arm hard in one hand and pressed his thumb to the door lock. With a click the door opened. Alex pushed the teen forward out of the room. He turned his gaze to the VIP lounge. Then in a calm, almost quiet whisper Alex said, “being level 5 is about more than leading. It’s about trust. This is your only warning. Lie to me again and you’ll never get another chance.” Then, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Emma raised her head, she looked a mess with wild hair, cheeks damp with tears and fighting to breathe. “You can’t leave me alone here,” she whispered. “Please, I love you, Alex.”
                                                                        ***
Day 31 cont.
Now, Alex was angry and horny as he stalked down the hallway leading away from Emma’s suite. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he strode toward the lounge area. Chloe walked cautiously ahead of him, scared to look behind her and too fearful to stop walking. When he got there, he grabbed up the nearest couch pillow and ripped it in two as if it were nothing more than a sheet of paper. Chloe yelped in surprise and she scrambled away from him. Thick down feathers flew into the air. “Damn her for putting me in this position,” Alex whispered to himself, his anger receding. It had taken all his will not to strike her. He was not above hitting women as part of punishment or training, but striking them in anger could not only seriously injure them, but was also undignified. With a heavy sigh, he let his arms fall, dropping the two halves of the pillow to the ground. He turned his gaze on the cowering teen crouching near the couch pillow he’d just assaulted. “Go back to the main dorm area, Ms. Moretz. Do whatever you like till weigh in.” With a nod, she left the VIP lounge at a quick pace.
Today was not going to be a good day it seemed. First Felicity had gotten him all hot and bothered and he ruined his chance with her by pushing too far too fast. Then Emma…he loved her, but damned if she wasn’t a handful. He only hoped, as he made his way to Margot’s door, that she would learn from this exile. At first, he thought maybe he was being soft with her too, but as he knocked on Margot’s door, the idea came into his head that maybe this was a harsher punishment than he first considered it to be.
For one thing, the punishment room wasn’t much of an option as she had become quite cock-crazed since coming here. She would likely enjoy being railed from both ends. Now there was the option to throw her in there and instead of sex, degrade and torment the hell out of her. However, that option also presented the possibility of her enjoyment and worse, if she didn’t enjoy it, she could end up becoming broken and submissive, which would mean she couldn’t do her job effectively. Exile did two things, neither of which he suspected she’d enjoy. It deprived her of sex with him or anyone else for a week. More importantly, it gave her a week to think about Margot doing her job and time to reflect on how easily she could lose that job if she didn’t change her behavior.
Given the available options, exiling her might be the best thing. Alex could take an even more extreme measure and put her in something more akin to solitary confinement. Where all she had was a blanket, a bucket to shit in, and contact with a person once a day for food and water. But there again was the distinct possibility she’d come out subdued and for now he wanted to keep her in change.
There was one positive aspect to this, it would be very interesting to see how Margot handled being in charge for a week. At the Aussie’s door, he gave a soft knock. He waited a few seconds and tried again with a bit more insistence but the same result. Finally, after a third and fourth knock, a disheveled, but still amazingly sexy, Margot Robbie opened the door to her suite. “Master?” she said with a yawn. “What time is it?”
Alex’s eyes traveled down her body, she wore only a black thong and it looked as if he’d woken her up and she answered the door without putting anything else on. “I don’t know for sure, six, maybe six-thirty?” Her body was amazing, and in his current state of frustration, he was having difficulties being a gentleman as he was pretty openly ogling her. “May I come in?” he said as his eyes roamed over her luscious assets.
Nodding, she stifled a second yawn, seemingly oblivious to his lustful gaze. “Ok, bit early for a ‘visit’ though.” She stood back out of the way of the door allowing her master into the room. Alex looked around, to make sure she’d followed his instructions not to bring Cara here with her. He saw no one, and sat down on the edge of her bed. Margot flopped down next to him, turning her gaze to look up at him and pulled the blankets over her naked form.
She was obviously a little out of it, what with her cavalier comment about visiting. Alex wondered how late she had been up last night. With it being Cara’s first night, chances are she might have been up quite late. So he chose to ignore it, she’d been through a lot recently and besides that, he needed her right now. “Ms. Robbie, I’m going to need you to handle weigh ins for the next week. Ms. Watson is… indisposed for now.
She nodded sleepily, “weigh ins” she mumbled, closing her eyes. “I can do that…” Alex frowned at her inattentiveness. But then again, he never called on his ladies so early without notifying them of his intent to do so before hand. He stood up to leave. “Very well then. I’ll have one of the guards send you a reminder wakeup call around nine.” Looking down on her, he couldn’t tell if she was asleep or not. She might have nodded, but it was hard to tell. It looked like he wasn’t going to see any relief here, at least not without being an asshole. So with a cute little snore from Margot, he left, closing the door quietly after him.
                                                                        ***
Day 31 cont.
Seeing as his carnal needs would have to wait until later, Alex returned to his room to begin his morning routine. When he got there, he called up to the guards and told them to do three things. The first was to send Margot a reminder wakeup call around nine and to make sure she knew she was conducting the weigh ins for the next week. The second was to revoke all of Emma’s door privileges and to heighten observation on her suite. He wanted to know of any dalliances, even personal ones.
Then, Alex hit the gym, deciding to take out his frustrations by pushing himself extra hard this morning. He started with cardio, then did some free weights. About a half an hour later, he was covered in a fine sheen of sweat as he was in the middle of some upside-down sit ups, when Ukuza’s voice came through the intercom. “Boss, I thought you’d like to know that Ms. Moretz is pacing around in the main dorm.”
“Pacing?” he called back. His quarters had cameras too, but he only allowed the guards access to the feed when he had company. Instead, he had intercoms in each of his rooms which could allow a back and forth conversation, even if he wasn’t near them.
“Yes, boss. It looks like she might want to knock or gain access to the hallway outside your room, but can’t decide if she should.” His voice paused for just a second as he couldn’t see Alex was climbing down from his sit up bar. “You want me to do anything about it?”
“No, I’ll go see what she wants.” He grabbed up a towel on his way out to wipe the sweat from his chest and arms.
Chloe had her back to him and was three steps from the door when Alex opened it. She turned in surprise, immediately looking at the floor. “I’m sorry, master. I didn’t mean to—” but before she could finish, she turned to flee towards her room.
“Chloe,” he called after her. “Come back here.”
The timid teen stopped in her tracks. She turned around and sullenly stalked back to him, her head was down in submission and she looked very much like a teenager who had just been caught trying to sneak out. Stopping in front of him and still unable to meet his gaze, she said, “I’m sorry, Master.”
“You’re not in trouble, Ms. Moretz.” He touched her chin, gently lifting it until their eyes met and then offered her a gentle, reassuring smile. “Why don’t you come back to my room? Maybe you can tell me why you’ve been pacing out here for the past thirty minutes?”
Alex could see the uncertainty in her eyes, still submissive indeed, he thought. Then he saw them light up, probably with the thought that she shouldn’t refuse an offer from her master. “Yes, Master,” she said with a timid lick of her lips. “If you’d like.”
He didn’t have any of his shock leashes easily available, but he also would be seriously surprised if this version of Chloe were to try anything. “Please,” he said, standing aside and leading her back to his rooms.
She took a few steps in before stopping to look around, unsure of what to do or where to go next. Alex smiled at her back, he could see why Emma said she was sweeter and more innocent now. “Why don’t you have a seat in the arm chair? I’ll get you a drink.” He went over to the mini fridge bar area behind the chair, looking over at her as she took a seat. “I know it’s early, but I could mix you something, or I think I have a few Mountain Dews here somewhere…” Offering her alcohol seemed a good way to maybe loosen her up at bit.
“Whatever you’d like, Master.”
Alcohol it is, he thought to himself as he pulled the shaker down and began to mix her up a weak cherry martini. He poured it into a cocktail glass, sliced a whole cherry half way down and stuck it to the side of the glass. For himself, he poured a few shots worth of Belvenie single malt whisky into a tumbler. Going back over to her, he handed her the glass and sank down to sit on the floor in front of her. The room had only the one chair, he didn’t usually have guests in here and when he did, they usually shared the chair.
Chloe accepted the glass from him and took a small sip. She looked uncomfortable as he sat on the floor in front of her. He could tell she wanted to talk about something but was unsure if she could or should. Alex gave her a minute to see if the work Emma had done with her could get her to speak on her own. They both sipped at their drinks as a relatively uncomfortable silence and a few awkward looks passed between them. Just as Alex was about to intervene and ask her what she wanted, Chloe looked up from her empty glass and timidly said, “are you angry at the Mistress, Master?”
Alex drained the rest of his whisky and met her gaze, whispering, “disappointed is probably a better word. And, she’s not your mistress anymore, remember.”
“Why?” she said scooting forward, resting her elbows on her knees and offering him a curious look. Alex stumbled for a response, seeing that innocent, sexy look on her face. “Is it because I’m supposed to start thinking for myself again?”
“Yeah, that’s part of it…”
“But, Master,” she said sitting her cocktail glass onto the floor as she slid off the armchair and into his lap. “I call you master and you encourage me to think for myself. So why can’t I call my Mistress, mistress…” She ran her fingers through his hair and looked up into his eyes. The alcohol giving her the confidence to act more like her old self. She still looked shy but at the same time more self-possessed and sexy. “I like my Mistress, Master and I like you…I don’t understand why I can’t have both a mistress and a master, Master. I mean, I know you’re in charge of my Mistress, but why can’t she be in charge of me?”
“Well, Chloe…” laughing, he had nothing. He supposed there was no harm in… He lost track of his thought process, as she took his hand and raised it to her lips, wrapping them around his index finger. Alex shifted uncomfortably as her amazing, green ‘fuck me’ eyes gazed into his as her lips worked their way down his finger.
A long titillating second later, his finger popped from her mouth and she said: “I like fucking my Mistress, Master, and I like fucking you.” She paused, his finger hovering inches from her mouth with those eyes staring back into his. “Everything else is just a label, right?”
In answer, Alex grabbed her ass and pulled her body tight against his. She yelped in surprise at the urgency with which he yanked her forward, but tilted her head and accepted his kiss. Chloe moaned as he kissed her and squeezed her ass, sighing in pleasure as his fingers dipped into the leg of her shorts and began to gently rub the lips of her pussy. Her mouth opened and Alex thrust his tongue between her lips, reveling in the sensation as the petite teen sucked on it.
“Master,” she said in gasping breaths, “I just want to be your slutty little Toy. Is that so wrong?” She bit her lip coyly and, with the same shy expression that met him at the door raised, her eyes to meet his.
“Want?” he questioned looking her in the eye to try and ascertain if this was indeed her desire, or if she was just reverting to her training. However, it had been a long frustrating few hours and she was incredibly hot right now. Because of that, Alex really couldn’t help his groping hands. One, still probed between her legs, rubbing the folds of her tight teen twat. The other found its way up her tee-shirt and was gently teasing one of her perky little nipples.
Chloe nodded, biting her lip in pleasure. She began to gently grind her sex against his leg even as he stroked her. “Yes, Master,” she sighed as her eyes closed and her head lolled backwards. “Please let me serve you and the mistress as a slutty little Toy,” she said, sitting forward and again pressing their bodies tightly together. “No one has to know,” she moaned, nibbling on his earlobe as she shifted her hips back and forth and gasped softly into his ear when fingers pushed inside her.
Alex was so turned on right now, this hot little teen celebrity was grinding in his lap and begging to be treated like some dirty fuck toy. “Will you do anything I ask? Fuck whomever I tell you to?” Her hot, little dick sleeve had become very wet, as it gripped and spasmed around his fingers. Alex knew he could make her cum whenever he wanted.
“I’m your slave, Master,” she whispered back. Her hot breath wafted past his ear and her tiny teen body pressed against his. “Use me. Defile and degrade me.” Her head again lolled back and her eyes rolled back into her head. “I’m a worthless slut, Master,” she moaned and began to buck in orgasm.
Alex held Chloe in his arms and worked his fingers furiously in her cunt. Her whole body went limp except when she shuddered in orgasm, which she did again and again. Alex slammed his fingers home over and over, giving Chloe three or four intense orgasms. When she was spent, he pulled his fingers free, they were drenched in thick, slimy girl cum. He held them up to her lips and she took them into her mouth and tiredly sucked on them. Then, she was out, hanging limply in his arms. Alex sighed, gently laying her down on the floor. He wasn’t done with her, but she’d need to rest for a bit if he was going to get his, which he needed desperately at this point.
In the meantime, Alex went into his bedroom and retrieved the Toy collar from a drawer. Emma gave it to him, in case he ever wanted to give it to someone else. He also grabbed up a few toys and a bottle of lube. He then returned to his TV room, made himself another drink and waited patiently for Chloe to wake up.
It didn’t take too long, fifteen, twenty minutes later, and the blonde teen vixen lifted her head from the floor and blearily looked around. “Master,” she said with a timid smile, when she saw him sitting in his chair.
She started to stand, but halted when Alex lifted his hand. “We talk first.”
“Ok…” she looked uncertain again, but sat down and looked up.
“You might have a little way to go still, but I think you’ve more or less recovered from whatever Ms. Watson initially did to you.” Chloe looked like she might protest, but said nothing as Alex again raised his hand. “Therefore, I’m putting a stop to your ‘retraining’ sessions with Ms. Watson. She’s being punished, and I want her to have as little contact with people as possible.” He reached out and gently cupped her chin, offering a reassuring smile. “I know you’re having trouble sleeping alone, so should that happen, I want you to come here. You can sleep with me, as long as you follow the rules.”
“The first rule is, you leave when I leave, you don’t question me. If I tell you to go, you go. If you knock on my door and I don’t answer after a few minutes, you return to your cell. Do you understand?” Chloe looked a little confused, but nodded her head.
“The second rule is,” he tossed down the Toy collar in front of her, “you may wear that if you like. But if I find out that you’re submitting to anyone other than myself or Ms. Watson, once she’s out of trouble, this little game ends. That doesn’t mean Chloe can’t sleep with or fuck other people. It means Toy only surrenders herself, her will, to her Mistress or her Master.” Nod if you understand.
“Yes, Master,” she said nodding her head and looking grateful. She scooped up the collar and immediately tightened it around her throat. After it was in place, she touched it, running her fingers fondly over the letters at her throat, and seeming much calmer and more herself.
“The third rule is, we’re going to have some safe words. Because I don’t want to micromanage your life and frankly I don’t want that for you. Outside of Ms. Watson’s or my presence you are Chloe, you’ll behave like a well-mannered young lady and take care of yourself. This includes feeding, clothing, bathing, doing your chores and exercises, and maintaining your appearance in every way. However, because you want to be dominated, that is what you want right?”
“Yes, Master,” she said returning her gaze to the floor and absently touching her Toy collar.
“Very well, since you want to be a sub, we will have several safe words. The first will initiate the game. Meaning, when Ms. Watson or I give the first safe word, no matter what you are doing, you will submit and will follow either of our instructions without question or hesitation. The first safe word will be: Pineapple.” The moment the word left his mouth, Chloe posture straightened, she shifted to a kneeling position, her hands folded in her lap with her head down and eyes closed. “Whenever I say Pineapple, you are no longer Chloe, you are Toy, a mindless slut whose only desire is to be a fuckslave to her master and mistress.” Alex swallowed at the hot vision before him, he was going to enjoy this game. “Do you understand, Toy?”
“Yes, Master.”
“The second safe word, is: Red. This is your safe word. If you ever feel uncomfortable or you want whatever is happening to stop, this is the word you would use. You will never be punished for using this word. It is your get out of jail free card. Utter it, and Ms. Watson or I will give you the third and final safe word, which will end the game. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“The final safe word ends the game. Whenever Ms. Watson or I give you this word, you are no longer Toy, you are Chloe. You may still wear your collar if you like. But, after it’s said, Chloe goes about her life as a member of the harem. She is well mannered and takes care of herself in all the manners previously stated. Most importantly, she doesn’t submit to anyone but her Master or her Mistress, and then only when the first safe word is used. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Very well, the final safe word will be: Apple.” As he spoke the final safe word, Chloe looked up, she smiled shyly at him and shifted from her knees to sit on her ass with her legs stretched out in front of her. “Finally,” Alex sat forward on the chair to tenderly stroke her hair, “I want you to understand this. Because I think this will be a fun game for all of us and I don’t want you to do something stupid and ruin it. If you break any of the rules while you’re in my room. If you submit yourself to anyone but Ms. Watson or myself. Or if you fail to take care of yourself in any of the ways previously stated. This game ends. I confiscate your collar, and we never play again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
Alex nodded, giving her a tender smile. “Good…Pineapple.”
Again, the moment the word left his mouth, Chloe took on a whole new demeanor. She straightened into a kneeling position, her head bowed submissively, hands in her lap and her eyes closed. Alex stood up and walked around her taking a moment to marvel in her magnificence. “Stand up, take off your clothes.”
Without hesitating, Toy stood in one fluid motion. She pulled her red tee over her head, she wore no bra and her perky little tits looked amazing. The tee fell to the floor as she took the waistband of her shorts in either hand and slid them down her legs, bending at the waist as she did. When she was bent completely in half, she released the shorts, leaving them in a puddle at her feet. She wore no underwear either and her tiny heart shaped ass was perfect. Not to mention the view of her tight little inne as she stood bent at the waist. Then standing upright, she took a step out of the shorts, pushing them to the side next to her shirt and stood in place, her head again bowed in submission and her hands clasped in front of her so her pubic region was covered.
Alex walked around her again, inspecting every inch of her nearly perfect body. She was looking much better since he returned and was eating better. The subtle curves of her waist and hips had returned, her skin was flush with life and her cheeks looked fuller, more like her old self. He stopped behind her and touched her pussy lips through the small gap in her thighs. She remained still as he groped her. “What are you?” he whispered, leaning in close to her ear.
“Your Toy, Master,” she said simply.
“What do you want?”
“I want whatever you want, Master.”
“Good. What I want today is for you to be the little slut I know you are.” He ran his hands up her legs, and gripped her ass in both hands when they passed over it. “When you like something,” he said sliding one hand between her legs, “for today only, you may speak out of turn and tell me, in your dirty, slutiest voice just what you like or want me to do.”
“Yes, Master,” she said breathing deeply.
He pressed his fingers vigorously against her clit rolling it in his fingers. While Toy tried to remain unmoving, Alex could see the faint increase in her breathing, the small shift she made to widen her legs just a bit to give him better access. “You’re moving…” He gave her ass a healthy whack as he bent her over the arm of his chair. “I gave you permission to talk, not move. Spread your legs slut, I can tell you want to.” Toy spread her legs to about shoulder width and let out a sexy little yelp and a moan when Alex spanked her again. Grinning, he could tell she was loving this and wanted as much as he could give her. It was with that in mind that he took the first of the toys from his bag and held it in front of her. “Toy, do you know what this is?”
He watched as her eyes opened, she swallowed nervously seeing it. “A…a butt plug, Master?” Alex grinned, he had selected a good medium sized butt plug. Knowing she was no anal virgin, but also that she sure hadn’t done much with her ass either.
“That’s right, and where do you think I’m going to put it?”
She looked nervous as her eyes looked the plug up and down. “Up my ass, Master?”
“Good. Why don’t you get it wet for me,” and without waiting for a response shoved it into her mouth. She took the base in hand and began to run it in and out of her lips, sucking and drooling on it like it was a cherry flavored lollipop. Soon, thick saliva dripped from her lips and hand as she ran the dirty butt plug all the way to the back of her throat, making sexy little slurping and gagging sounds as she worked it.
While she did that, Alex reached into the bag for the lube. He generously applied some to his finger, then pressed the tip into her anus, “spread your cheeks with your other hand you worthless slut.” Grabbing a cheek in her free hand, Toy spread her ass like a cheap whore, moaning and murmuring as she drooled around the butt plug between her thick, full lips. With her cheeks spread, he pushed his finger in to her filthy shithole to open her up. Working his finger back and forth and pulling at the sides of her asshole till she began to gape. Then he squirted the lube directly into her asshole. Toy made a soft whorish sigh at the degradation and pleasure she experienced from it.
“Master, am I your good little anal angel?” Toy looked at her master, the butt plug dangling between her lips.
“No,” Alex said with a laugh, “you’re a dirty fucking slut.” Alex took the plug from her mouth, receiving a lusty groan for his trouble. “Don’t worry, skank, its not quite as filthy as your whore mouth, but I’ll give it back.” With her ass now well lubed, Alex pressed the tip to her twitching pink rosebud. He watched in awe as he pressed forward. Her tiny hole slowly expanded to accept the plastic invader. Toy sighed as the widest part of the plug opened her ass to spacious new heights and then slowly closed around the thinner part near the base. Alex gave the plug a little tap with his palm, in part to send a shiver of pleasure down his slave’s spine, but also to make sure it was firmly secured in her rectum. “Now, slave, on your knees. I want that ass touching the floor.”
Toy did as she was told, kneeling flat so that her ass touched the floor. “Like this, Master?” She said looking up at him with an innocent gaze and batting her eyelashes while biting her thumb coyly.
“You really are a slut…” Alex said as he retrieved the second toy from his bag, an eight inch, blue, plastic, vibrating dildo. He drenched it in lube making sure the entire surface was covered. Then, holding it in one hand, he grabbed Toy’s hair and pulled her forward. “Hands and knees.”
Toy slid forward into position, and Alex went behind her, keeping a firm grasp on her dark blonde locks. He knelt, placed the blue dong at the entrance of her tight little cunt, pulled back on her hair and pushed forward with the dildo. Toy let loose an audible gasp of pleasure and pain as the dildo filled her pussy, rubbing its way past the plug in her ass as it slid in to the hilt. He then flipped the switch on the bottom, sending the dildo into full vibrating mode.
“Back on your knees, ass on the floor.” Toy whimpered as the sensation wracked her tiny body, but did as she was told. She licked her lips and began to breath in deep sporadic gasps, her chest rose and fell accentuating her tiny jiggling boobs. “Hands on the floor in front of you. I don’t want to see you touching your new friends, understand?”
“Yes, yes, Master,” she said in halting sighs as she placed her hands palms down on the floor in front of her and kept her ass down.
Alex pulled the draw string on his pants, letting them fall, and kicking them off to the side. His cock was already hard, partially from the earlier hours of frustration, but mostly from the display in front of him now. He stepped in front of her and placed the tip to her full lips. Toy eagerly opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around it. “Eyes up here slut, I want to watch you watching me as those toys do their work.” She lifted her gorgeous green eyes as Alex gently took the sides of her head in either hand and pushed forward with his hips, sliding the first half of his dick into her mouth.
Toy began to eagerly slurp and suckle on the end of his cock. Soon drool was pooling from her mouth and she was making muted grunts and groans of pleasure as the toys stuffed inside her did their work. Alex cradled her head gently, not forcing her to do anything, just extending the intimacy that such a touch brought with it and watching while her thick lips slid up and down his dick. She took more and more of it into her mouth and soon began to bounce back and forth to get more of it into her throat. The first effect of this was she could take more of his member, which heightened Alex’s pleasure, the sensation of her tongue working and swirling as she moved. Her eyes rolled in ecstasy, hungrily watching him. The second was each time she moved back down his dick, her ass hit the floor, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain through her body.
It didn’t take long for her eyes to roll back into her head as the first orgasm rocked her. Toy moaned long and low around the cock in her throat, making a muted sound of pleasure, as she shuddered and shook all over. Alex took control, grabbing her hair and jamming his pulsing hot man meat down her throat in one smooth motion. As Toy orgasmed, her body shook and she let lose a muted moaned as Alex fucked her face, ramming his dick home again and again.
Toy surrendered all control and let her master use her and her throat in any way he liked. The loss of agency most would find alarming, was for her, empowering. It sent pleasure coursing through her young body. She sat back on her ass, letting her master continue to have his way with her face as she came again. Thick girl cum squirted from her cunt, spraying the floor in hot viscous fluid.
Just as a particularly strong orgasm overtook her, Alex rammed his cock all the way down her throat and the reverberations from her moaning in ecstasy sent him over the edge. He blew his load buried balls deep in her throat. Holding her there on his dick as he shot rope after rope of hot jizz from his member. He groaned, holding her tight against his pubic area until he drained his balls into her stomach. When he released her, she flew back onto the floor gasping for breath. The dildo popped from her twat and began to bounce along the floor.
Alex sat back into his chair, he was spent. He took several deep breaths before telling her to turn the vibrator off.
Toy pulled the dildo to her by the foot and turned it off. “Master,” she said, tossing it onto the pile of clothes, “anyone ever tell you your cum tastes a bit like strawberries.” She shifted her gaze so she could look up at him and rubbed her tummy like she’d just had a big meal.
Alex laughed, looking down on her fondly. “You’re a whore,” he said with a laugh.
“Thank you, Master.”
They both laid back, and for several minutes, relaxed as they recovered from the powerful orgasms they’d just experienced. Eventually Alex called Toy to him. “Toy, you have a dick to suck. Get your slutty ass over here.”
Toy bounced to her knees, invigorated by her master’s command. She crawled to him and ran her cheek along his leg as her mouth inched toward his penis. Kneeling there before him she sucked it back into her mouth and began to gently work the tip.
It took only a few minutes for Alex to be fully recovered as his cock swelled to full size. He seized Toy by the hair and pulled him off his cock. Then he stood, pulling her along with him. They walked around to the side of his chair where he bent the submissive teen over the arm. Giving her ass a swat, Alex knelt behind her. She squealed, then moaned as Alex ran his tongue through the sweet folds of her pussy. “You, don’t taste like strawberries. More like a crusty crack whore.” He gave her ass another hard swat, then continued to lap up her juices and gently tug on the butt plug. At first it was teasing, just repositioning it and adding to the sensation she felt as he ate her out. Then with one slow pull, he watched as her rectum expanded to expel the toy. Toy’s asshole pulsed as it gaped open. Alex teased a finger inside it pressing it in to the knuckle. “You like that don’t you slut?”
“Yes, Master,” she sighed. “I love it. Please fill my little teen asshole.”
“Show me how much you love it,” he said pushing the butt plug up to her lips. She took the base in hand and began to lick and suck the slender piece of plastic, which only moments ago had been up her dirty shithole. Alex watched as he lined his cock up with her gaping asshole. He gripped her hips and pushed himself inside her. Toy groaned in pleasure and pain as she ardently sucked on the plug. He eased himself in slowly inch by inch until he’d stuffed his entire dick up her ass. He held himself inside her a moment, enjoying the feeling of her sphincter muscles clamping down and trying to expel the foreign object while he watched his little Toy suck on the plug.
When he was ready, he pulled her back against his chest, tossing the plug down to the ground. “I want a taste too,” he said, as he cupped her tits and kissed her thick lips. Toy’s mouth opened in a throaty moan as Alex’s tongue plunged in. He teased her nipples between his fingers, probed her mouth with his tongue, tasting ass on her lips. She pressed back against his chest and Alex began to gently thrust his hips back and forth. Soon, she was rocking her body against his as his member moved in and out of her anus.
Their deep lusty kiss broke as the movement they shared became too intense. Toy bent over the recliner’s arm again gripping it tightly as her master plowed her butthole. She moaned as he held her hips and began to slam in and out. “Fuck your little Toy, Master,” she said biting her lip.
Alex watched in amazement as Toy’s tiny asshole stretched to accommodate his cock and sighed in pleasure as her sphincter muscles gripped his member when he pushed it back inside. He began to work with more urgency and with each in and out motion found himself moving faster and faster. He wouldn’t last long at this pace. He gripped her hair and leaned down over her body even as he kept up the relentless assault on her anus. “Do you like being my slut?”
“Yes, Master,” she groaned. “I love being your dirty Toy.” Her eyes looked back into his as her head bounced back and forth and she batted her eyes lashing, doing her best to look innocent as he filled her ass with his hot meat.
“Tell me where you want my cum then.”
“Can I swallow it, Master, please?”
He kept his grip on her hair, pulling it as he continued to fuck her ass with all his might. Their bodies slapped together and they were covered in sweat. Toy moaned and Alex grunted as his thick member slid in and out of her ass. “I’m close,” he groaned, standing to again hold her hips. He took three more deep piercing thrusts inside her before pulling out. “On your knees, slut.” Toy turned and fell to her knees, her master stroking his cock at her face. Slipping it into her mouth, Toy took up the break neck jerking motion and sucked hard on the tip, swirling her tongue around it. Alex looked down on the submissive Toy, watching in awe as she sucked her ass right off his cock even as she jerked it into her mouth. Her eyes lifted to his and he could see the longing desire she had to drink his seed. He groaned as his cock exploded into her mouth. She didn’t let up though, continuing to stroke and suck on his twitching meat till she swallowed every last drop he had to offer.
When he was done, he fell back into the chair in exhaustion. Toy stayed in place knowing that movement was a benefit of freedom. “Apple,” Alex whispered, trying to catch his breath. Chloe shifted from her place on the floor and looked up at him with a timid smile. Alex smiled back and patted his legs.
She climbed up into his lap, resting her head against his chest. Absently, she touched the thick leather collar at her neck. “Thank you, Master,” she said, settling against him.
“You’re welcome.” He leaned back, and lifted the leg rest. Then he pulled Chloe close. “Sleep with me for a bit?”
“Ok, Master.”
Alex nodded and yawned widely, enjoying the close feeling of their sweaty naked bodies. He thought about invoking the game by saying Pineapple. But he wanted her to trust him and to come to him while Emma was being punished if she couldn’t sleep, so he decided against it. Instead he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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