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Billion Dollar Harem	By : Mal Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 340454 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it did NOT happen. I do NOT know, nor have I ever met any of the celebrities who are portrayed in this story. I don't condone any actions contained here in, and I make no money from its distribution.

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Disclaimer:
The following is a work of fiction. It is not, in any way, intended to reflect reality. It is purely a fantasy originating in the deepest recesses of my mind. While real people do appear in this work, I, the writer of this work, in no way wish to see these individuals actually put in any situation contained therein. Furthermore, I do not, in any way, shape, or form, condone rape, kidnapping, violence, or any of the other questionable acts that appear herein. This work is not intended to endorse or condone anyone who would perform such vile acts. Anyone who would do any such a thing to a real-life person deserves punishments reserved only for those in the deepest circle of hell. In addition, I do not know, nor have I ever met Emma Watson, Margot Robbie, Taylor Swift, Bella Thorne, Chloe Moretz, Felicity Jones, Cara Delevingne, Dove Cameron or Ariana Grande. The versions of them that appear in this story are fictional and purely based on their celebrity persona. I apologize if that offends you. My intention is only to entertain. Finally, I make no money from the distribution of this work.
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Day 31: (around 9am.)
Margot Robbie woke with a start as a voice broke through the intercom in her room. It was Ukuza, one of her master’s guardsmen. “Ms. Robbie, its nine a.m.”
Margot rubbed her eyes and looked around the dim lights of her suite trying to figure out just what was going on. “Wh-what?”
“Remember,” he said, trying to keep the exasperation from his voice, “my boss told me to wake you up at nine. He told me to remind you that you were doing the weigh in today and for the next week as Ms. Watson is indisposed.”
She sat up in bed, “what? He did?” She stretched out with a yawn. “I thought that was a dream.”
“Consider yourself reminded.” Ukuza’s voice was flat and emotionless. It cut off, filling the room with silence.
Margot hopped up, if she was going to do the weigh in she needed to hurry. Luckily in her suite she didn’t have to worry about bumping elbows with anyone else at the sink or fighting for the shower with the good water pressure. She hurried off to her own bathroom and began to get ready. She took a quick shower, did her makeup, got dressed in her new black tee and chose yoga pants instead of shorts for today.
As she got ready, it was hard to focus, there were so many thoughts running around in her head. What happened with Emma? She and the master had seemed at odds the past few days. Margot wondered if their problems had something to do with being asked to conduct the weigh in and if so, what did that mean for her? If she did a good job, would the master consider promoting her to it full time? Did she even want that?
She was also worried about Cara. The former supermodel turned actress was so scared and lonely last night. It had taken her hours to get her cleaned up, changed back into a fresh level 1 outfit, and into her cell. The poor thing didn’t want her to leave, she didn’t want to sleep either. She kept saying that sleeping here made this place real. The master warned Margot against bringing her here and told her she had to stay in her own cell for her first night. So she stayed with her as late as she could, holding her, comforting her, crying with her. Until finally around three a.m., Cara fell asleep in her arms and Margot returned to her suite to try and get some sleep of her own.
It took her about forty minutes to get ready. When she was done, Margot pulled on her new black tennis shoes and headed out of her suite. She passed into the VIP lounge, casting a curious glance in the direction of Emma’s door, continuing to wonder what happened between her and the master. But she only saw the curious clue of a couch pillow ripped in half and down feathers scattered all about.
She hurried through the check points and into the main dorm. If she was doing weigh in, she’d need time to get everything set up, but she also needed to get Cara up and ready. There is no way her fragile friend was prepared to do so on her own.
The main dorm already had some activity, which wasn’t too unusual this close to weigh in. Taylor and Bella were in the kitchen, they sat next to each other at the little island bar, leaning in close and whispering as they ate breakfast. Chloe was there too, waiting for her in a chair facing the door she’d just exited. As Margot took a few moments to survey the room, the blonde teen stood and came over to her, pulling the headphones from her ears.
“The master gave me a message for you.” Margot stopped, looking down on her in surprise. Noting that she was again wearing that collar with the word “Toy” spelled out in gold letters. Though at least now she was wearing clothing and walking upright. Chloe didn’t wait for an acknowledgement, she simply went on as if Margot wasn’t giving her an odd look. “He said you have access to Felicity and Cara’s cell, and to make sure you let them both out to use the toilet. He also told me to give you this.” She then handed her Emma’s notebook, the one she used for weigh ins.
“Thanks, Chloe?” she said questioning if that was indeed the name she was going by.
“Sure thing. Oh, he also said you’re on your own for today and that he may or may not have time to come down and check on things.” She then bounced on her feet and turned to head off. Margot watched her go curiously as she headed into the hallway with the restrooms. Wondering as she left just how the teen acquired this information, but more importantly why she was again wearing that collar. She must have had an encounter with the master already this morning. She seemed alright though, not the mindless slave in need of orders that she was before.
Margot didn’t have time to dwell on it as she had to let Felicity out of her quarters, and get Cara up and ready for weigh in. Felicity first, she thought, she was already familiar with the routine and would likely already be up and in need of the toilet.
She headed into the hall outside Felicity’s door. Rather than just barging in, she knocked softly and waited a few moments before entering. Margot found her sitting on the edge of her bed looking down at the floor. “Look, about earlier this morning—” she said before looking up and seeing Margot.
“Is everything alright?” Margot took a concerned step into the room, going to the edge of the bed to sit down next to the tired looking Brit. She slipped her arm around her narrow shoulders, offering her a comforting hug.
“I’m fine,” she said standing up. “Is it time to get ready? Where is Emma or…him…”
“I’m not sure. Emma is” and she used air quotes, “‘indisposed’ and the Master said he was busy. I’ve been told I’m doing weigh ins today and for the rest of the week.” Margot wondered to whom Felicity had addressed her initial comment. Had she had been expecting Emma or the Master to open her door? Either way, it sounded like she too had an encounter this morning. The question was with whom? The look on Felicity’s face told Margot that she wasn’t ready to discuss it. So she stood up, and led Felicity to the out of her room.
“I see.” Felicity still looked disappointed as far as Margot could tell and when the door to the main dorm opened, she excused herself to the restroom. Margot watched her go wondering what had happened earlier this morning between her and whomever she’d been expecting. She seemed sad or disappointed, it was hard to tell. Then again, life here, especially with her being so new, tended to inspire those feelings.
With a sad smile, Margot then made her way to Cara’s cell. She again knocked and went in after a moment’s pause. Her friend was facing the door and, when it opened, made a break for the door. “Gotta pee,” she said, hurrying past Margot as she raced toward the restroom. Apparently, bodily functions still trump emotion, she thought with a smile as she followed at a slower pace.
In the main dorm, Margot approached the kitchen and told Taylor and Bella that she would be doing the weigh in this morning and that it would start in about ten minutes. The two women exchanged a curious glance, but nodded in understanding. She then asked them if they would make sure Cara knew where to stand in line to wait her turn. I’ll handle it,” Taylor said with a confident smile and a wink that made Margot wonder if she had an ulterior motive.
“Just be gentle, she’s still trying to adjust, ok?” Taylor agreed and Margot made her way into the restroom to set things up.
Cara was coming out of the stall as she entered and immediately rushed into her arms. Margot held her close as the slim Brit squeezed her tight. She held her close for as long as she could before she had to start the weigh in. “Cara, I need to get weigh in done. After that, we’ll have the morning to help you get acclimated ok?”
Cara wiped the tears from her eyes and nodded with a frail smile. “Ok,” she said, sobbing. “I just wait out in the hall till you call for me?”
“Yeah, Taylor said she’d show you where to stand. Its set up in order of rank and seniority.” She gave her one last squeeze and gently guided her toward the exit. “Don’t worry,” she called after her, “we’ll have plenty of time to talk about it later.”
Cara left, shuffling her way out to the hallway and Margot sat, grabbed Emma’s notepad and pen and called for Taylor, who was first in line. Instead of Taylor, Chloe entered the restroom. “Taylor sent me in. Said she wanted a sec to talk to Cara,” she said with a shrug, beginning to disrobe. “We’re both threes, so she said it didn’t matter…”
Margot frowned, wondering if this was a way for Taylor to rebel against her, or worse, a chance for her to get Cara alone for a few minutes. Her frown deepened as Chloe stepped on to the scale still wearing that disgusting leather collar. She supposed both were things she’d have to deal with later. After all, she did tell Taylor to show Cara where to stand and she didn’t know what Chloe’s deal with the master was that allowed her to again wear that thing. With a sigh, she crossed her legs, laid the pad across them, and set to the business of conducting the weigh in.
The girls up to Cara all passed, having met the expectations set for them. Taylor entered next, just like she was supposed to. She was even sweet to Margot, almost sickeningly so. Margot wondered what she was up to, she’d never seen Taylor be so nice. Both she and Bella were in exceedingly good shape and she made a note to recommend them for promotion if their attitude and work ethic continued. Felicity seemed preoccupied and distracted, but she was within her weight variance and she again declined to discuss what was bothering her. She promised to come to her if she was having problems or needed to talk about anything and left after getting dressed, saying she was going to get some breakfast. Then in walked Cara.
Cara Delevingne was a vision even barefoot, morose and dressed only in an ill-fitting white tee-shirt and cotton panties. Margot took a deep breath, marveling at her beauty and wanting nothing more than to hold her as she shambled in, gazing solemnly at the floor. She stood there, just where she was supposed to but hesitated, seeming to not want to strip off her clothes. “Cara?” she said, trying to sound sympathetic and encouraging at the same time.
The slender Brit nodded her head and with a sniffle pulled the tee over her head, then dropped her panties to the floor. She covered her perky boobs with one arm and did her best to hide her pubic region with the other as she stepped onto the scale. Tears trickled down her cheeks. “Is this what life is from now on… Humiliating daily weigh ins, exercise, and make up to look our best, all so some masochistic pig can rape us at whim?”
“Oh, honey,” she said, racing to embrace her friend. Cara collapsed into her arms and they went to the floor as the former model turned movie star began to sob and shake uncontrollably. Margot did the only thing she could. She held her friend while she cried, did her best to calm her down and assuage her fears, justified as they may be. It took her a good hour to get her up and through weigh in. After which, they ended up in Margot’s suite, where Cara again devolved into a depressed, blubbering mess.
Margot knew she should be taking steps to acclimate Cara to the harsh realities of living down here or those facts would find a way to make themselves known and probably not in a kind way. She just didn’t have the heart to deliver such news to someone who was already in so much pain. In that moment, as she held a sobbing Cara, her friend, some part of her empathized with Emma. Perhaps it was easier to let the guards initiate the newcomers in a trial by fire. At least then, they knew exactly where they stood and they could see firsthand why this was preferable to the alternative. On the other hand, she was still angry at her for her callous attitude and her seeming disregard for the feelings of the people she hurt.
                                                                        ***
Felicity Jones peeked into the exercise room. A good hour had passed since weigh in finished and she was pretty sure she was alone. Taylor and Bella had disappeared into the redheaded teenager’s room immediately following the humiliating daily ritual and she’d just seen Margot leading Cara down a hallway she didn’t have access to. As for Chloe, she hadn’t seen her since she left the restroom following weigh in, and Emma was, according to Margot, ‘indisposed’ for the next week, whatever that meant. She couldn’t explain it, but she didn’t want them to see her exercising. Almost as if the conformity of it solidified this Master’s hold on her, which was crazy. They were all stuck here just like her and worked out to shape their bodies for sex. Because not doing so meant punishment.
Maybe the difference was they all seemed to have given in, given up. Hell, Taylor, Bella and Emma seemed to enjoy being here. Cara was even newer than she and who knew what was up with Chloe and Margot but they didn’t exactly seem to be fighting. Then again, neither was she. She was terrified of going back into that punishment room. Nothing in her whole life had been as demeaning, as disgusting or horrifying as the time she’d spent in there. She didn’t know if that meant she had given in, but she was resigned not to end up back in there, whatever it took. Whether that meant fucking this “Master” or working out just to maintain an appearance. Even stripping off her clothes and letting a stranger inspect her most intimate parts in order to hold her to some lofty beauty standard… It was all worth it, she thought with a hopeless sigh, if it meant not going back. It occurred to her that this was probably by design, but the thought did little to deter her adamancy about not going back.
It felt awkward, in just a tee-shirt and undies, but she began to stretch so she could work out without pulling any muscles. She was no stranger to having to meet certain beauty standards. Most big movie contracts for female celebs dictated strict weight restrictions. The also often dictated things like they couldn’t cut or change their hair too. The physical requirements of the Star Wars movie she was in even dictated a certain amount of physical exercise she had to do each day to stay in shape. These were different, if demeaning in their own way. This was much more sinister and sick. Their “master” held them against their will and their physical beauty was just for his sexual enjoyment.
She moved to an exercise bike and worked herself up into a good sweat. Then did some light weights and followed it all up with some jump rope and cool down stretches. As she lay down on the mats to stretch, she noticed in the mirrors along the wall a figure standing in the doorway, watching her. It was Chloe Moretz. “Can I help you?”
Chloe was leaning against the outside wall, so only her head was in the room, she was watching Felicity curiously. “You’re pretty,” she said biting her lip coyly. “I can see why the master likes you.” She looked to the floor as if shy or embarrassed.
Most of her “Toy” collar was visible and Felicity wondered about the obviously perverted leather neckpiece. She turned to look directly at the blonde teen. “Did he say something to you?”
Chloe shook her head no and continued to creepily watch from the doorway. “No. I can just tell by how he watches you.” She looked down again, this time in what appeared to be shame. “He used to look at me like that.”
“Why don’t you come closer. You’re creeping me out watching me from there.” Chloe took a tentative step in and Felicity made a beckoning gesture, motioning her to sit near her. The blonde sat down on a nearby mat, folding her legs under her. Felicity studied her for a moment. She seemed even more subdued than normal and, of course, there was the strange addition of that weird leather collar strapped tight to her throat. “What is that, if you don’t mind me asking?” she said motioning to it.
Chloe’s fingers trailed fondly over the gold lettering and she smiled looking away in embarrassment. “It’s my collar.”
“I can see that, why are you wearing it? Isn’t it kind of demeaning?”
She bit her lip, looking shy and coy. “Of course. That’s why I wear it. I have to know my place.”
Felicity could tell as she spoke that something had broken in the young girl. Probably because of some rough handling down here. “Did, did he do something to you?”
“No.” She smiled again, still not looking up from the floor. “I did something to him.”
“What do you mean? What happened?” Felicity knew that she was having some problems, that much had been obvious. She remembered one morning when she first got here, watching while Emma had spoon-fed her breakfast because she was paralyzed with whatever trauma she was dealing with.
Chloe smiled shyly. “I’ll tell you. But,” she glanced up timidly from the floor, “it’ll cost ya.”
“Cost,” Felicity said, sitting back away from the young blonde with a suspicious frown. “I don’t have anything but the clothes on my—”
“One kiss.” She said with a grin, scooting forward to touch Felicity’s leg.
Felicity laughed heartily. Her mirth quickly receding as she realized the teen was serious. “A kiss? Really?”
Chloe nodded seriously. “Yup. One kiss and I’ll tell you all about it.” She slid close enough that the two lady’s legs were now touching. “But it has to be a good one. Fake it and you get nada. Deal?” she said holding out her hand for a shake.
Watching her curiously, Felicity tried to figure out the enigmatic teen. The clue to Chloe’s dysfunction was likely in the story she was selling. Felicity would have rejected the deal out of hand, but she wanted to learn more about this place and hopefully how to avoid the fate that had befallen Chloe. “Very well.” She took her hand and shook it. “No more than ten seconds though.”
“I’ll leave that up to you, k?” and she slid into Felicity’s lap.
Felicity was so startled by the suddenness of her movement, Chloe was straddling her legs before she knew what was happening. The eager blonde wove her fingers through her hair, leaned in and tilted her head. Whoa, this is happening fast, she thought in the moment between Chloe moving into her lap and the teenager’s lips pressing against hers. The tiny blonde held her body close. She was so warm and soft. Felicity sighed at the intimacy in her touch, despite never having felt attracted to a woman before. Life down here had been so cold and lonely for her. Even the strange, foreign affection of a woman’s kiss was bliss. Felicity found her mouth opening to accept the gentle intrusion of Chloe’s tongue as her arms wrapped tightly around the teen’s back, pulling her as close as possible.
The teen’s tongue retreated as Felicity’s tongue pressed it back into her mouth. Chloe moaned, grinding softly in her lap. As the petite blonde sucked on her tongue, Felicity’s hands slid down her back and firmly gripped her tiny bottom. Soon they were holding each other tightly and rocking back and forth as their tongues intertwined. Felicity became short of breath as the kiss went well past the ten seconds she had dictated in the beginning. She lightly nibbled on Chloe’s lip as she pulled away from her, took a deep breath and gazed into the teen’s shy downward cast eyes.
“That was nice,” Chloe whispered as she let her fingers slip from Felicity’s hair. She leaned back, resting on her hands.
“Surprisingly so” Felicity said, moving her hands up off Chloe’s butt to rest on the small of her back. “I think I needed that.”
“The master thought you might.”
“What?” Felicity tensed up, gripping Chloe’s sides tightly. “He sent you here to what, seduce me?” Her face was red with anger and embarrassment.
“No, nothing like that.” The submissive teen raised her shy gaze up to meet Felicity’s fierce green eyes. “He wanted me to come talk to you. He thought maybe I could help… He told me to try and make you feel more comfortable…” She lowered her eyes again at the animosity in Felicity’s eyes. “The kiss was my idea.”
Felicity relaxed her hold on Chloe’s sides. “Sorry.” She looked away, and there was a long awkward moment of silence as neither girl knew what to say next. Finally, Felicity reached up to touch the collar at Chloe’s throat. She ran her fingers over the gold lettering. “Toy. Is that some kind of pet name?”
“Uh huh. My mistress gave it to me.”
“Mistress?”
Chloe swallowed nervously. “Yeah. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to talk about it…”
“Well you did make a deal,” Felicity said with a laugh, gently stroking the blonde’s sides. “You said you did something to “him,” does the collar have anything to do with that?”
“Yes, and no. Back when we, the first of us I mean, were new here, I tried to hurt the master.” Chloe slid off Felicity’s lap to lay back on the floor next to her. “At first, I played along, you know, pretending to like it here. I used my body to convince the master I was a good girl. Cause I thought maybe if he relaxed his guard I could escape. I even got Bella to help. I made a shiv from a toothbrush and she and I lured him into my room. When his guard was down, I…” she looked away from Felicity, wiping the tears from her eyes, “I—well I pulled the knife on him. It didn’t work of course. He was so mad he threw us in the punishment room for five days…” Her voice trailed off, going almost silent as she told Felicity how long they were left in the punishment room. The two days she’d spent seemed bad enough, to imagine the horror of five days seemed impossible.
“Is that why you’re so—" Felicity paused, trying to find a kind word to describe Chloe’s meek behavior, “subdued all the time?”
Chloe shook her head. “No. Bella came out resolved to fall in line and behave so she’d never go back. I…I was different.” She again wiped the tears from her face but looked back up at Felicity. “You know how sometimes punishment has the opposite effect?”
“Yeah, without positive reinforcement often kids don’t understand what they did wrong.”
Chloe offered Felicity a weak smile. “I don’t know about the psychology of it. But when I came out, all I wanted to do was exert dominance over everyone else. To see them raped like all the rapes I watched and experienced during those five days. Well, my mistress was in charge then, cause the master was away. I guess he was out finding you and that other new girl. But anyway, my mistress wasn’t having it. She put me in my place.” She licked her lips, remembering what happened in that moment, her hand unconsciously going between her legs as she gently touched her pussy through her shorts. “It was the most degrading and wonderful experience of my life.”
“I don’t understand. You like being degraded, and wearing a dog collar, being treated like… a toy?”
“Yeah,” she said, meeting Felicity’s eyes as she squeezed her pussy lips between her fingers and coyly bit her lip in pleasure.
Felicity was feeling very uncomfortable and slid back away from Chloe a bit. “Why are you telling me all this?”
Chloe sat up, pulling her hand away from her sex. She reached out and took Felicity’s hand. “My master wanted you to know my story. He doesn’t want you to try something foolish like I did. He cares about you.” She smiled at her sweetly. “Plus, he thought you were lonely and could use some company.”
“You’re sweet.” She lifted her hand, still holding Chloe’s and kissed it softly. “Thanks,” she said offering her a smile.
They went their separate ways shortly after. Felicity going to the shower to wash away the sweat and grime of exercise. Chloe to do her cleaning chores in the kitchen. When Felicity left the restroom, she saw the little blonde teen stretching out in the exercise room. She couldn’t help but dwell on her story as she laid down on one of the couches for a nap before lunch and her own chores. Did “he” send Chloe to talk with her as a lesson, or for comfort like Chloe said. Maybe it was just to reinforce the behavior he wanted to see in her. It was probably some of each. She had trouble sleeping as she thought that his tactic had done exactly what he wanted. While she felt bad for Chloe, she didn’t want to become her and that meant falling in line and doing whatever “he” wanted her to do. It seemed escape from this place was impossible. Felicity curled her knees up to her chest and sobbed softly as she realized the only way to not become Chloe was to devote herself to a master and to trust that he would treat her well if she gave herself to him. She cried for several minutes, alone on the couch and eventually drifted off to sleep.
                                                                     ***
Bella Thorne woke to a soft gentle sucking on her neck. After weigh in, she and Taylor had gone back to her room for a nap. Bella lay on her back, Taylor curled in beside her. Apparently, the former pop diva had woken up first. She was now turned in against her, one leg over Bella’s and lips wrapped around her throat.
Taylor, feeling Bella stir, smiled. She kissed the slight hickey she’d just made, ran her fingers up her leg and into her tiny blue shorts. “Wakey wakey,” she whispered, gently touching Bella’s sex and sucking her neck flesh back between her lips.
Bella sighed in elation as Taylor gently stroked her clit. “Mmmm, that feels good,” she said, pulling Taylor away from her neck so she could kiss her. The red lipped singer opened her mouth to accept the kiss, sucking lightly on Bella’s probing tongue as it slipped into her mouth.
Pulling away and sitting up with a grin, Taylor said, “I do you then you do me?” She arched her eyebrows, her blue eyes filled with mirth and lust, then bit her lip and held up Bella’s strap on dildo. “Please?”
Bella snatched the device with a laugh, “ok. You talked me into it,” glad that Taylor was volunteering to give her some pleasure for a change. She tossed it down on the bed next to her, grabbed a handful of Taylor’s shirt and pulled her back down on top of her. They both laughed as she ran her fingers through the singer’s long blonde hair, then kissed her long and deep. Taylor pressed her taut body against the redhead’s with a groan, sucking on her tongue and rubbing her pussy through her shorts. “You’re so fucking hot,” she whispered as Taylor pulled back and sat up.
“Get rid of that shirt,” the blonde said, laughing as she pulled her own over her head. Once Bella’s top was gone, she reached down and yanked the teen’s shorts and panties down her legs. Taylor then slid off her own bottoms, leaving both girls fully nude.
Bella grinned lustfully and beckoned Taylor closer. The blonde leaned in and the lover’s lips again met in passion. Their bodies pressed against one another, Bella’s legs wrapped around Taylor’s narrow waist, as their tongues danced back and forth. When they pulled away, both were breathless. Bella was enraptured, staring into Taylor’s gorgeous blue eyes. She’d never felt such a surge of emotion, like she could stare into those depths forever. “I love you,” she said before she even knew what she was doing.
Taylor blinked, she was caught completely off guard. Her mouth opened and closed, not knowing what to say. “Uh—”
Suddenly, there was a firm knocking at the door. Both girls jumped in surprise, and a moment later, the door opened. Alex walked in, and immediately paused at the entry way. “Oh—damn sorry. I didn’t…” he stepped back into the hallway, pulling the door part way closed. “Would you ladies like to get dressed, or go under the blankets. What I have to say won’t take long.”
Taylor barely missed a beat, “its ok, Master. You can come on in.” She sat down on the bed looking eagerly toward the door and biting her lip in desire. Bella, looked a little more embarrassed, though that had more to do with what she’d just blurted out, than her nakedness before the master. The coy, hungry look her lover had on her face wasn’t lost on the young redhead. She grabbed the dildo up and tossed it behind her as she twisted on the bed to face Alex as he stepped back into the room.
“Well, I must say I’m happy to see you two getting along so, well…” he said with a dumbfounded grin. “I would have waited, had I realized you had company, would you like me to come back later? He had a slim box wrapped in dark red wrapping paper and a plastic bag in his hands.
“No, that’s ok?” Bella said, looking questioningly at Taylor to make sure she was ok with it. Taylor was staring at the packages, a hint of jealousy on her face and never noticed her lover’s gaze. “What is all that?” Bella said, looking away from her lover and back to the parcels in her master’s hands.
“I have a gift for you,” he said sitting the box down on the bed, “and a promotion” and sat the bag down next to the box. “I know there was some trouble between you and Chloe while I was gone and I understand emotions were high. I understand the punishment you received from Ms. Watson has gone a long way toward your rehabilitation and your positive new attitude. By all accounts you’ve been on your very best behavior since then. So, I wanted to promote you to level 3.”
“Oh, Master, thank you!” Bella said, flinging herself into Alex’s arms and squeezing him tight.
Alex hugged her close and patted her back, as an excited smile spread across his face, “you’re very welcome.” He said with a laugh. Pulling away, Bella sat back on the bed next to Taylor who was quietly watching with a tight-lipped smile. “In the bag,” he said, handing it to her, “are three pairs of the level three red outfits, bras and panties, should you desire those and a new iPod. You can get with one of the guards who will load it up with a hundred songs of your choice. You also now have access to the main dorm at all hours, unlimited TV time and a sweet snack and beverage of your choice. When you get with the guards to load your iPod, they will see that you are provided those or see that we acquire them if we don’t have them on hand. Please keep in mind, should the TV time interfere with your chores, or the snacks interfere with you meeting weigh in standards those privileges can and will be revoked.”
“Yes, Master. I won’t let you down, promise.” The redhaired teen said with a laugh as she picked up the bag and gave it a squeeze. Her eyes then darted over to the wrapped package and with a mischievous grin said, “can I open it?”
“Of course,” Alex smiled as she picked it up and began to tear at the paper. “It’s actually two gifts. One is more for me and perhaps even Ms. Swift,” he said looking to the blonde diva who was now staring sullenly at the bed, seeming to not notice her inclusion in the conversation. “The other, you both should enjoy…”
The first thing Bella saw as she tore open the box was a dark red corset with black silk panties, fishnet stockings and eight-inch platform high heels. The redheaded teen laughed, holding the corset up to her chest. “This one’s for you, I’m guessing?”
“You got it.” Alex laughed. “There’s one more thing,” he said pointed to a smaller box inside the first.
Bella took up the smaller plain white box, held it to her ear and shook it. “I give up,” she said, opening one end and sliding the contents out onto the bed.
“I had this special designed just for you. It’s one of a kind.”
Bella tilted her head, giving the strange device a curious look. “What exactly is it?” She held up the strange, flesh-colored, curved, plastic, dildo.
Alex offered her a shrug, “some people call it a feeldoe. Basically, the shorter curved end with the bulb goes in you. It’s designed to stay inside you without the need for straps and it vibrates to stimulate that special place,” he said grinning. “The other, more traditional looking end, you know goes into whoever you’re fucking,” he laughed. “That end vibrates for her pleasure. What makes this special is the new design. First, it’s supposed to stay in better than previous models. I guess the earlier, lesser models tended to become dislodged whenever things became…vigorous. This one shouldn’t do that. It’s also lined with a special gel that warms the outer layer when its turned on. I guess it’s supposed to make it feel more realistic. I honestly wouldn’t know. I’ve never had one used on me,” He said laughing. “It’s flexible but firm and is, according to top toy designers, far and away the best strapless dildo ever made. I’ve seen you use a strap a few times. The whole apparatus seemed kind of unwieldy and difficult to get in and out of, plus it’s not like you get anything out of it. This should let both you and your partner have fun.”
“Huh. Weird.” Bella held up the strange flesh colored piece of plastic. “It does feel pretty real.” She said running her hand over it. She glanced over at Taylor, who was staring at the bed, a sour expression on her face. “We could give it a test drive?” she said, leaning her shoulder against the blonde’s to get her attention as she tactfully ignored her lover’s poor attitude. “Whatcha think?”
Taylor took a moment to look up but Alex interrupted whatever she was about to say. “Bella, why don’t you go to the restroom and try on your new lingerie. I’d love to see it on you and I bet Taylor would too. Then if you guys want some privacy, I’ll leave you to it, or if you decide maybe you’d like some company, I could stay. I’ll leave it up to you.”
“Ok,” Bella said grinning. She hopped up, planted a kiss on Alex’s cheek and bounced toward the door, fully nude. “Be back in a minute,” and disappeared out the door and down the hall into the main dorm.
                                                                        ***
“Mast—” Taylor started as soon as the door closed, but was interrupted as Alex’s hand clamped down on her throat like a vice grip. She yelped in fear as he growled, hauling her into the air and slamming her against the far wall. The blonde staggered as she had the wind knocked out of her. Reeling from the blow, her eyes bulged in her head as Alex continued choking the life out of her.
“What the fuck is the matter with you?” He hissed, face inches from the fearful, reddening, gasping diva who was now flutily struggling against the hold on her neck. “Bella’s been through a lot and you’ve got the nerve to sit here and ignore her like she doesn’t even exist.” His voice was low and menacing and he continued squeezing the blonde’s throat. She gripped his arm, pulling at his wrist and kicking at his legs as the world began to go black. “You’re going to tell me right now. Are you just using her for sex, or do you have any feelings for her?” To emphasize just how serious he was, he lifted her higher on the wall, tightening his grip on her neck. Just before she went completely limp in his grasp, he dropped her to the floor.
Taylor fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes, holding her throat, as she coughed and gasped for breath. “Master, ple—”
Alex raised his hand as if to backhand the singer, which immediately quieted her. “The next words out of your mouth had better be the answer to my question, or so help me, I’ll drop you back to level 1 and toss you in the punishment room before you can blink.”
Taylor sniffled as tears formed in her eyes. She wiped them away with a trembling hand. A moment passed in silence as Alex stood angrily over her. Finally, she looked up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I…I don’t know.” She said with shaking lips and fear in her eyes. “At first, yeah, it was just sex.” She looked away, casting her gaze back to the floor. “All I wanted was you, Master.” She sniffled again and wiped her eyes. “Now…I…” she shrugged, not having the words. “I don’t know.”
Alex helped her stand, leaning her against the wall, her legs still too weak to support her. He cupped her chin and looked into her tear-filled blue eyes. He spoke, trying to soften his voice, “I don’t know is an acceptable answer.” He gave her an apologetic smile. “All I know is that girl is in love with you. And if you were just using her for sex, I was going to make you tell her. She deserves to know the status of your relationship. But since you’re still figuring that out…” He gently brushed the tears from her cheeks. “I’m sorry for my outburst, Ms. Swift. Can you forgive me?” he said, softly kissing her forehead.
“Master,” she sighed, falling into his arms. Taylor wrapped her arms tight around his chest, both to support herself, and to breath in his scent. She looked up at him in adoration, tears of a different type in her eyes and lips trembling to be kissed. “Of course. I love you.”
Alex pulled her close, leaning down as he did to gently kiss her lips. She moaned softly into his mouth as her perky bare breasts pressed against his chest and his strong hands gripped her back. Their lips parted and both took in a deep breath as they gazed into one another’s eyes. Taylor paused, she licked her lips and gently touched his cheek as she smiled. “I promise you, Master. When I know, she’ll know. Ok?”
“That sounds good.” He returned her smile and softly kissed her lips. There was then the click of the hallway door unlocking, followed by the clickety clack of high heels on stone as Bella walked down the hall. Both Taylor and he turned as she pushed the door to her room open and stepped in. “Wow,” they whispered in unison.
Bella was stunning. The dark red corset was laced tight, pushing up the gorgeous teen’s already incredible bosom. The black lace panties hugged her hips tight, revealing just the right amount of her pale flesh. Her long sexy legs, lithe and firm from all her recent exercise, were covered by black fishnet stockings which attached to the corset with black garter belts. She stood tall on the eight-inch platform heels, tall enough to look Alex right in the eye. Bella shifted her hips, meeting her master’s gaze and running a finger tantalizingly into her mouth as her waist length flaming red hair hung loose and wild behind her. “How do I look, Master?” she teased, biting the tip of her finger.
Alex swallowed, still awed by the stunning sight of the sumptuous teen. Taking a deep breath, he said, “like I’m hoping you want me to stay.”
Bella laughed, biting her lip coyly. “I don’t mind if Taylor’s ok with it.”
Taylor seemed to be waiting for permission, because as the second Bella finished, she untied the band holding up Alex’s pants and dropped to her knees.
“I guess she’s good,” Bella said smiling sexily for Alex as she sauntered over to him.
Alex groaned as Taylor sucked his dick into her mouth and Bella pressed her chest to his, ran her fingers into his hair, and leaned into kiss him. The teen’s mouth opened and she sucked on his tongue as she ran her fingers through Taylor’s long blonde hair, gently cradling her lover’s head. They stayed in that position for several minutes. Bella and Alex kissing and clinging passionately to one another as Taylor slurped and sucked on her master’s hot, rigid man meat. The kiss broke, and Alex motioned to the feeldoe with his eyes. Bella glanced over to it and, getting where her master was going, stepped away from him over to the bed.
Alex yanked Taylor to her feet by the hair, immediately latching on to her ass with two firm hands and kissed her long and deep. The singer’s mouth opened to accept his probing tongue as she pressed her body tight to his. Turning her, Alex pressed her face against the far wall, so she couldn’t see what Bella was doing. He began to kiss her neck and shoulders as his fingers dipped between her legs and rubbed her pussy vigorously. She groaned, “Master, I need you inside of me,” as she pushed her ass against his hand.
Bella unhooked the garters to slide her panties off, then reattached them. She picked up her feeldoe and some lube. Lubing up the end that fit into her, she spread her legs and pushed it inside with a grunt of pleasure. It was an oddly arousing sight as she crossed back over to where Alex and Taylor stood. Essentially 6’4 in her new heels, dripping feminine sexuality in the corset, fishnet stockings and waist length red hair hanging loose behind her, but with an impressive eight-inch plastic cock sticking out of her pussy. As she swayed closer, she squirted more lube into her hand and worked it all over the now vibrating, plastic, phallus, looking like some kind of hentai futanari goddess.
Alex backed away as Bella approached Taylor’s backside with a sultry grin. She grabbed two handfuls of blonde hair, kicked the singer’s legs further apart and stepped in behind her. “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” she whispered as she eased the tip of the feeldoe into her lover.
Taylor said “ooooh,” as she tensed then relaxed in her lover’s grip.
With two handfuls of her hair, Bella began to shift her hips, working the thick plastic cock into Taylor’s eager hole. Alex leaned against the wall, taking a few minutes to just enjoy the show. Bending at the waist, Taylor braced herself against the wall as Bella, with a firm hold on her hair, began to rocket her new plastic dick in and out of the diva’s pussy. “Oh, my god, Bella. This is the most amazing feeling. Fuck me, you bitch!”
Bella glanced over to Alex and gave him a sexy wink as she reared back a hand and slapped Taylor’s ass hard. The singer squealed but started thrusting herself against the redhead’s advancing hips and moaning like a whore. “Fuck,” she sighed.
Bella shifted her hands to Taylor’s hips, gripping them firmly and met her lover thrust for thrust as the two collided in hot, wet, passion. The sound of flesh hitting flesh as their hips met filled the room, along with the soft subtle noise of vibrating plastic and moaning. Taylor’s head bounced back and forth as she splayed her legs wide and braced against the wall with out-stretched hands. “God damn, this is fucking fantastic. Right fucking there, Oh, God!”
Alex had enough watching, he came over and pulled Taylor away from the wall, turning her to face him. Then pulled her down, forcing her mouth down onto his dick. “That’s enough, use that mouth for something worthwhile.” With a harrumph, the blonde diva swallowed his cock. Soon, Alex held her by the hair, thrusting back and forth between her lips as Bella stood behind her, a tight grip on her hips and thrusting into her wet, sloshing, cunt. The redhaired teen was watching Alex with a hungry, lusty gaze as if she were ready to devour him. Biting her lip and gazing him up and down as she steadily and roughly fucked the girl who hung between them. It was almost like they were fucking each other vicariously through Taylor’s body.
Alex couldn’t help but remember the last time he and Bella were in this position. It was after he put her and Chloe into the punishment room. He forced the redhead to fuck her friend as he took her mouth. By the end, Alex was sure Bella had been enjoying herself and watching now as she stared at him while they fucked Taylor all but confirmed that suspicion.
Bella’s eyes glinted with lust and mirth as she reared a hand back and again slapped Taylor’s ass with all her might. The blonde yelped in pain, but as Alex looked down, the singer’s eyes rolled back into her head and she began to shudder all over. Her knees wobbled as an intense orgasm rocked the diva’s body and she moaned and sighed sending vibrations up and down Alex’s pulsing dick as it slid up and down her tongue. He felt his own O building and, with a grunt, buried himself balls deep in Taylor’s throat.
Bella too sighed in ecstasy as the vibrating bulb holding the feeldoe inside her pussy sent her over the edge. The sensation was indescribable, she would never know what having a real dick felt like, but feeling her pussy spasm in orgasm as she fucked the ever-loving shit out of her lover had to be close.
Taylor hung loose and limp between them as both Alex and Bella had their own intense orgasms. Being spit roast between her lover and her master was driving her crazy, feeling their thick members thrusting in and out of her body. She shuddered again, moaning in her second orgasm, as her master dumped a huge load of cum down her throat and into her belly. She swallowed it down as best she could, reveling in the taste and texture as it swirled in her mouth.
Alex staggered back against the wall when he was done, allowing Taylor to again breathe, which she did in a deep gasp.
Bella pulled her lover back against her chest, sliding her hands up the singer’s slender sweating body to cup her perky tits and squeeze them gently. The redhaired teen held Taylor close, as she kissed and sucked on her lover’s neck as she tenderly fondled her boobs and rolled her tiny nipples between her fingers. All while she continued to slowly and sensually thrust her feeldoe in and out of the singer’s dripping snatch.
Taylor’s legs were drenched in her love juices. She was so turned on by the loving, affectionate way Bella was fucking her, she moaned again knowing that a third orgasm was close. She turned her head and kissed Bella, Alex’s cum still on her lips. Her teenaged lover held her close and kissed her deep, pushing her tongue into the singer’s eager mouth. Their tongues intermingled as she was pushed over the edge by the vibrating cock buried inside her. The lovers long deep kiss never broke as they moaned in pleasure. Bella’s gently rocking hips, their intimate embrace, and the softly vibrating feeldoe granted them an amazingly satisfying mutual orgasm.
Alex stepped into the couple, wrapping his arms around Taylor’s narrow waist from the front, while Bella held her from behind. He kissed them each in turn. Taylor gazed up at him in lust and longing, a trail of sweat dripping from her brow. Bella licked her lips, her eyes conveying the answer to his unasked question: “no, we’re not down yet.” Alex grinned as he gently took each of their heads in either hand and gently guided them to their knees.
He closed his eyes and braced himself against the wall, allowing the two lovers to lick, suck and kiss their way up and down his cock. It didn’t take long before it swelled back to life, hard and ready for round two. Alex let them go a moment longer, savoring the feeling of their hot breath, lips and tongues working longingly on his member. When he was ready, he guided them to their feet and kissed them both once again.
Taylor looked from Alex to Bella, biting her lip, looking coy and tempting. “I want you both inside me.” She turned a smoldering gaze on both, whispered, “please,” then took Bella’s hand led her to the bed.
Alex felt his dick twitch at the thought of filling Taylor up. He watched as Taylor pushed Bella down on the bed, so her legs hung off the side. She picked up the discarded lube and worked it all over Bella’s vibrating, plastic cock. She then slid on top of the redhaired teen, gliding her body across hers. When her head reached Bella’s, she kissed her, sliding her tongue into the teen’s mouth. Then lifted her ass, and slid herself down onto her feeldoe with a groan of pleasure.
Their kiss broke with an audible smack and Taylor turned to look at Alex. She made a beckoning gesture to draw him closer. Passing him the lube, she whispered, “fill up my ass, Master. I need you inside me.”
Filling his hand with lube and spreading it across his member, Alex said, “I’ve never been one to deny a lady a reasonable request.” His cock now well lubed, Alex stepped up behind Taylor. Her pussy was spread wide, hugging the girth of Bella’s vibrating feeldoe. Her asshole was pink and smooth and winked at him as if begging to be pierced. Alex pressed his finger inside and used it to open up Taylor’s hot pulsing shithole, spreading it wide, and gliding it back and forth across the plastic phallus filling her cunt.
Taylor groaned as he ass slowly opened wide enough to take her master’s cock. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Bella’s head and kissing her teen lover tenderly while her master dipped a second finger into her butt. Her master’s fingers and her lover’s cock were heaven, she shuddered to think of them both filling her insides.
Bella wrapped her arms around Taylor’s waist, holding her close and still as the master spread open her lover’s asshole. As the blonde diva leaned down to kiss her, she opened her mouth and accepted the singer’s tongue between her lips. Holding her there, Taylor was so warm and close and she again felt the surge of emotions which prompted the embarrassing revelation of love. Bella realized then, that it hadn’t been mistaken feelings, but an out burst of her true feelings. She felt so close to Taylor as they kissed, she knew the feeling to be true and the feeldoe’s bulb continued to vibrate, sending her so close to her next orgasm.
Alex placed his hands on top of Bella’s, intertwining their fingers and together they held Taylor still. He eased himself behind her and gently pressed the tip of his pulsing man meat inside her gaping asshole. The blonde diva moaned into her lover’s mouth as he pushed himself deeper. Finally, as the first half slid home, she sat up, pressing her back against his chest. They kissed, tongues intermingling as Bella began to gently thrust, gliding her feeldoe across Alex’s half imbedded dick. Alex held Taylor close, squeezing her tits as their kissed deepened. Then he too pressed himself deeper.
With a loud whorish moan, Taylor flung herself back across Bella’s chest and began to enthusiastically push her ass back against the dual thrusting hips of her lovers. Her perky tits swayed in the air as she threw her head back, wailing “Oh my God, I’m so fucking full!” as she slammed her ass against Alex’s jutting hips.
Alex and Bella soon got into rhythm. They were both thrusting forward at the same time, their cocks sliding across one another, with only a thin patch of flesh between them. Bella of course couldn’t feel it, but for Alex, it was an amazing sensation. The vibrating feeldoe gliding along his cock, Taylor’s tight asshole gripping his dick like a vice and of course, the sight before him. The blonde singer grunting and mewling like a porn star. Saying “fuck me,” and “oh my god,” and “right there, please,” as she bounced on his rock-hard member. The teenaged redhead, gripping her lover’s waist as she fucked her with a plastic cock, which was simultaneously pressing into her and vibrating them both closer to orgasm. It was truly amazing.
Their bodies were soon beading in sweat and Alex was concentrating hard on not blowing his load before the girls could cum, while watching his dick stretch and glide in and out of Taylor Swift’s asshole. He wrapped his arm around Taylor’s neck, pulling her back against his chest again and whispering something in her ear. She moaned softly at the filthy idea and shuddered in his grasp. He then roughly pushed her back down and redoubled his efforts.
He squeezed her hips tightly and rammed his cock into her ass, burying himself all the way inside her. She and Bella began to kiss as they both started to come. Watching them shuddering and quivering beneath him and thinking about the idea he’d just implanted in the singer’s head, aroused Alex’s inner beast. He mercilessly rammed himself in and out of her gripping ass, slamming himself home over and over. Taylor lost all control of her body as she sprayed girl cum from her pussy, coating Bella’s legs. “Oh God!” she screamed as Alex battered his way into her rectum one last time filling her up and holding his entire cock inside her as he exploded. Alex groaned in ecstasy as one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever had rocked his body. Rope after thick rope of cum flew from the tip of his penis, filling Taylor’s insides with hot sticky fluid.
He held himself inside her, allowing Taylor’s sphincter to milk his cock dry. When he was spent, he stood back, pulling himself out of her. But Taylor slid forward up her lover’s body and squatted over her head. “The master wants us to share his cum,” she whispered as she moved up Bella’s body. The red head sighed in pleasure and as Taylor’s asshole came into view pressed her lips to it. The blonde diva pushed her master’s cum from inside her, as her redheaded lover lapped it up like an obedient dog. When she’d shat out as much of his cum as she could, Taylor moved down to kiss Bella, who was still holding the load in her mouth. Their tongues danced and darted back and forth as they passed his dirty cum back and forth between their mouths.
Alex watched in awe as they shared his load, kissing it between them. When they were done and Taylor had swallowed the last of it, he offered them a warm smile, “damn you ladies are so fucking hot right now.” They smiled back, looking sweaty and tired. He leaned down, kissing each of their foreheads and whispered, “I’m going to leave you two alone now. But, thank you for sharing your sexy time with me. I had fun.”
“Yeah. We’ll have to do that again…” Bella said with a sleepy smile as she removed her feeldoe and helped Taylor up into bed. They curled in to each other, a close intimate embrace.
By the time Alex retrieved his pants and left the room they were both fast asleep, holding each other as lovers. Alex hoped things would work out for them.
                                                                        ***
Around one in the afternoon, right about the time Taylor eagerly took off her master’s pants, Margot Robbie left the main dorm holding a tray of lukewarm oatmeal, a glass of room temperature water and the note pad for conducting weigh in and headed for Emma Watson’s suite. Not normally a vindictive person, this less than savory meal was just a little payback for what her former lover had subjected her to in the punishment room. She felt more than justified in giving it to Emma as her only option for food. Margot was convinced Emma’s exile was the perfect opportunity to show the master that the level 5 job could be done by a kind, compassionate person like herself, with no need to subject the ladies to unwarranted trips to the punishment room.
Earlier, she and Cara had a good long talk, and Margot was confident her new protégé was beginning to feel more comfortable and settled in. She was even now doing her daily chores while Margot was off visiting Emma. It was her hope that the friendship they formed while on set would, in the atmosphere down here, transform into something more. Perhaps something akin to what she and Emma had in the beginning before ideas of power overtook her friend’s mind. If that was going to be, she had to give Cara time to adjust and approach her on her own terms. Pushing her into something might just end up pushing her away. Margot was resolved not to let this relationship sour, even if it proved to only be a friendly one. She couldn’t take being alone much longer.
She reached the door to Emma’s suite and using her thumb print, opened it without announcing herself. Margot sat the tray down on the small table just inside the entry way and looked around for Emma, whom she found sitting on her bed reading from one of the books the master had given her. “I brought your lunch. But, let’s get weigh in over with. I prefer to spend as little time here as possible.”
Looking up with a smug smile, Emma slid off the bed, “fine,” she said pulling her tee-shirt over her head and sliding off her shorts. She swayed over, naked and looking hot as fuck to stand before Margot.
“We’ll use the scale in your restroom. In you go,” Margot said, motioning to the door next to her.
Emma took a glance at the tray as she headed that way. “Oatmeal? Really. I trust you’re going to take a list from me before you go. I prefer not to be subjected to petty culinary revenge for the next week…”
“I guess that depends on you.” Margot followed Emma in and took a seat on the edge of her tub as the sexy little Brit hopped up on the scale.
Emma smiled, holding out her arms as Margot took note of her weight and began to jot down notes on her appearance. “How are things going with your little pet? You fucked her yet?”
With an exasperated sigh, Margot looked up at Emma. “No, I’m giving her time to acclimate to life down here.” She reached out and ran the palm of her hand down Emma’s thigh, “legs well shaved,” she wrote. Then she touched Emma’s stomach, “stomach not as good as it could be,” she noted. “Looks like you could do with a few more crunches, Ms. Watson.”
Emma glanced down at the scale, an unconcerned look on her face. “I’m within variance,” she said simply.
Margot ran her hands down each of Emma’s outstretched arms, peered into her mouth, cupped her buttocks, it was all very clinical, not intimate in any way. All the while Emma watched with a bemused look on her face. She began to jot down more notes. “I’m giving you a passing grade for today, Ms. Watson, however, I suggest you add twenty minutes to your workout regime for the next week to get yourself back in peak shape.”
Emma hopped down, gave Margot a bored look and said, “I’ll pass, thanks. In a week, I’ll be back in charge, and it’ll be me deciding what peak shape is.” She then sauntered out of the restroom and back in her bedroom, Margot following behind her.
“How do you figure that? The way I understand it, you’re lucky the master didn’t just toss you back into a cell, or the punishment room for what you did to me.”
Emma laughed. “Is that right? Huh. Where did you get this information, exactly?” She asked, as she pulled her shorts and shirt back on.
Margot gave her a flat look, crossing her arms, the anger she was feeling manifesting itself as color in her cheeks. “I’ll be back tomorrow, and if want to continue this game, I can promise you that weigh in won’t go as smoothly.”
Emma rolled her eyes, “whatever.” She then reached out to retrieve a slip of paper from the table in front of her. “This is a list of everything I expect you to bring me tomorrow.”
Now it was Margot’s turn to laugh. She ignored the paper, saying “and just why would I bring you any of this shit?”
“Well,” Emma began with a grin, “for one thing, because the master told you to bring me supplies, not cold oatmeal and water. Also,” she put a finger to her lips as if trying to recall what the second thing could be. “Oh, because if you make this week about some self-possessed quest for revenge for your perfectly justified punishment, try to steal my position away from me, or treat me in anyway like I’m not the mistress of this harem and the level 5 in charge, I’ll make sure your little pet knows just who she has to thank for her new life down here.” She then dropped the paper to the floor, turned her back on the stunned Aussie and flopped back into bed. With her back to Margot, she opened her book and nonchalantly said, “you can go now.”
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