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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.
Author Note: Hello readers, please visit the Billion Dollar Harem thread on this sites forum. You can do so by following this URL: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/64346-billion-dollar-harem/ Thanks, I look forward to hearing from you,
Mal.
Story Codes: MF FF Fingering Voy
Day 31 (around 3 p.m.)
Margot Robbie’s whole body shook. She raised a trembling hand to her face as if she’d been struck. A soft whimper escaped her lips. The words her former lover spoke reverberated in her head, “you can go now,” spoken in such callous nonchalance. Thick tears formed in her eyes. She blinked, and they fell to her face. How could two friends and lovers have fallen so far, she wondered. They’d both spoken hurtful words in the past, but this was different. Even her trip to the punishment room hadn’t had the same level of menace, the same meanness about it. Emma had genuinely believed the punishment was justified for her comment about escape, in what now seemed so long ago. But for her to threaten Margot’s only hope at happiness was a whole new level of cruelty.
Did Emma want a war? Margot considered. Would it be worth it to fight such a war? Was there anyway she could win? After all, it was she who asked the master to bring Cara here. The young starlet’s dilemma was all her fault. How could she ever expect her to fall in love with the person responsible for all her misery? No. Cara could never learn the truth. Margot’s happiness depended on it. Without Cara, she had no one and Emma knew it. This wasn’t a fight she could win, at least if she had any hope of a relationship with the former supermodel.
Margot stooped down to retrieve the list from the floor. Her legs and arms shook with emotion. She was filled with rage and sadness, but it was mostly the feeling of powerlessness that she was having such a hard time with. “Fine,” she whispered, “you win.” She stood and paused, Emma made no motion that she heard her. She took a timid step forward, “I…I’ve got your word, right? If I do what you want, bring you this stuff and offer the master no indication that I want your job, you’ll keep quiet about what…about what I did?”
Emma looked over her shoulder at Margot standing there, in tears, her knees shaking. She offered her former lover and friend an unsympathetic smile. “You hurt me,” she said sitting up and folding her book in her lap. “If you want to replace me with Cara, if you think she even wants you, fine.” She sat her book down and stood up, taking a few steps to stand before her former lover. “I’ll keep my mouth shut. But, if you think bringing me some tawdry items from a list is all it will take to buy my silence,” Emma said, folding her arms menacingly, “then you’re wrong. This,” she said tapping the paper in Margot’s hand, “is the beginning. From now on you fall in line, you back me up, and most of all, you will start working with me instead of fighting me.”
Suddenly, Emma’s face changed. The raw menace fell away, replaced by the sweet smile and shining eyes Margot had fallen in love with. Emma reached out and touched her arms lightly, sending a chill down her spine. “If you agree, if you help me. I’ll help you.” She said in a sweet, almost innocent voice. “I’ll make sure your little pet falls head over heels for you. But, continue to fight me,” she said as her hands fell back to her sides, “and not only will I ruin your chances with Cara. I’ll seduce her myself.” A wicked gleam flashed in her eyes as she sneered and twisted the verbal dagger she’d just impaled her with. “Maybe I’ll turn her into another Toy and force her to beg me for it.”
Margot couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her knees were shaking so badly, it was a miracle that she was still on her feet. Tears fell from her eyes and ran down her cheeks. “Fine,” she said in a whisper. “I agree.” She wiped her face with the back of her hand, and steadied herself on a nearby couch. “What, what do you want me to do?”
“Nothing for now.” Emma said with a sweet smile. “The master wants to see me punished, nothing will change his mind on that now. I want you to do just as he asked. Run the harem, take care of the girls. Just don’t do so good a job that he considers promoting you. And don’t perform so poorly that you incur punishment. I need you right where you are.” She stepped forward and pulled the blonde into a friendly embrace.
Margot was too stunned and in shock to return it, simply nodding her head numbly. “O—ok,” she whispered. “I can do that.”
“Good.” Emma said, giving her another squeeze. “That’s my good girl.” Emma said patting her back and giving Margot a friendly smile before stepping away. She turned away and sat back down on her bed, pulled her book into her lap, gave her a kindly look, and sent her on her way. “Off you go then.”
In a daze, Margot held the paper before her in a shaky hand and left Emma’s suite.
Once outside, she took a few steps on faltering legs before collapsing into a heap just inside the VIP lounge. Margot cried. She crunched the list in her fists, furious at Emma, but feeling utterly hopeless at the same time. She sobbed uncontrollably for close to ten minutes. Emma could surely hear, being only a few feet away, but Margot was too distraught to worry about that. Her former lover had won, what did it matter if she could hear?
Eventually, Margot dragged herself up off the warm tile floor. She wiped her face and walked resolutely back to her suite. If she had to submit to Emma, to admit defeat, she was resolved at least to win Cara in the process. She trusted Emma to keep her word. After all, Emma was getting what she wanted and putting her together with Cara was good for the stability of the harem.
She cleaned herself up, reapplied some make up, so it was no longer obvious she’d been crying her eyes out for the past ten minutes. Afterwards, she returned to the main dorm to check on her friend. Margot had left Cara doing her chores. She found her in the kitchen cleaning the microwave and mopping the floor. The slender Brit was still a level 1, consequently she still only wore the ill-fitting white tee shirt and cotton panties. Cara was bent at the waist, scrubbing the microwave, her ass shook from the motion, and Margot couldn’t help but admire her nearly flawless body.
“Hey, you,” Margot called out to the otherwise vacant kitchen before her stares bordered on the creepy. “Doing ok in here?”
Cara jumped in surprise at the sudden intrusion. Turning around, she gave an exasperated sigh. Margot could see the pain still in her eyes. But then she gave her a goofy smile. “I’m dealing, I guess.”
Margot offered her a brave smile. “I’m glad. It does get easier, promise.”
“That’s what worries me…” Her arms flopped to her sides. “Get too comfortable here, next thing you know, I’m you, or Emma.”
Margot knew exactly what she meant. This place was well designed by the Master. It was in your best interest to conform. To do as you were told, to fit in so to avoid the worse fate of the punishment room. But, the more you did, the more complacent you became, and the more this very unnatural environment became normal. She offered Cara a frown. “I don’t know what to tell you. The best advice I have is that there is some good to be found down here, friends to be found, lovers made, you just have to be open to it.”
Returning her frown with a frail smile, Cara crossed the space between them, her bare feet slapping on the wet tiled floor. She wrapped her arms around Margot’s neck, squeezing her tight. “You’re a good friend,” she whispered. “Thanks for being here for me.”
Friend. It was the only word Margot heard. Had she screwed up, been too friendly? Hmmm, she thought, could Emma have been right? Would Cara even want her? Margot would have to make a move soon, or she could end up firmly entrenched in the friend zone, and unable to crawl out. “I’ll be here whenever you need me,” she replied, pulling the skinny blonde into a tight embrace.
They held one another for a long moment, reveling in the closeness and warmth of the other. Margot couldn’t help but feel a little aroused as the moment extended. Cara’s breasts and tummy pressed against hers. She breathed in the sweet scent of her hair and felt the soft smoothness of her skin. Cara pulled away and their eyes met. Margot thought this was her chance to offer her friend a kiss. To show the affection she felt for her. Fate, however, is not always cooperative.
Just then, as their eyes met, the Master’s voice broke through the intercom. “Good evening ladies. I’d like to have a group meeting before lights out. Please assemble in the main dorm in one hour.” His voice faded away, and the moment was lost.
Cara stepped away from her. “I should probably try to get this stuff finished up before then.” She smiled again as a way of telling her friend that she was as ok as she could be given the circumstances. Then turned back to finish her chores.
                                                                        ***
The group was all assembled when Alex arrived in the main dorm an hour later. The hour was now growing late, and in just a few hours it would be lights out and the level 1s would need to be back in their cells. Bella and Taylor sat side by side in a leather recliner, the redhead’s legs draped across the singer’s. Chloe, Felicity and Cara sat on a couch next to them. They sat properly, not touching one another and only the teen in the leather collar looked remotely relaxed. Margot was poised on the arm of a second recliner, and stood when her master entered.
Alex offered her a warm smile, crossing the floor in long purposeful strides. Behind him trailed one of his guards, Zeru, who was carrying six thin boxes. He pulled Margot into a tender hug as he neared the group, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. “Please sit back down. No need for such formalities today.” She sat back onto the arm of the chair and Alex took the boxes from Zeru one at a time. Each box had a colored ribbon tied around it, two in white, three in red and one in black. Each girl got a box with a ribbon matching the color of their current level.
“Presents?” Chloe said enthusiastically.
Alex smiled. “Just wait,” he said halting her attempt to open it. “I have a very special treat for you all. Because you’ve all been so well behaved lately, and because the new arrivals have had such a smooth transition, I’ve decided to have a fun event tomorrow. In the morning, after weigh in, we’re going to have a pool party.”
Alex paused, smiling at the general buzz of excitement. Bella and Chloe looked at one another laughing. Everyone was smiling, even Felicity and Cara were caught up in the younger girls’ enthusiasm. Alex held up his hands to quiet everyone down. “Ok, ok. Once weigh in is finished, one of my guards will lead you all through the check points to the elevator in the VIP lounge. For most of you, it’ll be your first glimpse at the perks of being level 4. So, pay close attention. Before taking you up, he’ll lead you through one of the VIP suites and show you the lounge as well as the underground pool.”
“There are currently three open level 4 spots, and you all know the requirements for advancement. If you have questions, I’m sure Margot can answer them. After the tour, you’ll take the elevator up to the outside.” Again, there was a whir of excitement, even Margot was caught up in it. After a moment, Alex again held up his hands to quiet everyone down. “We’ll have a barbeque, We’ll have steak and lobster tails, beer and champagne. You’ll be able to swim and enjoy the sun for most of the day. Sun screen will be provided, but due to the specially designed dome we’ll be under, the sun’s rays won’t be as harmful.”
“Specially designed dome?” Felicity asked with a raised eyebrow and a questioning gaze. Other than Margot, she seemed to be the only one following along and not totally lost to the excitement of being outside for the first time in more than a month.
Alex nodded with a smile. “It’s something my people have been working on for a while now. The dome is clear, and made up of thousands of unique glass panels that are designed to filter out harmful sunlight. That light is reflected back out into space, effectively blocking satellites from viewing what lies beneath them.”
“Ah,” she replied with a tight-lipped smile. “And I assume there is a nice high wall surrounding us?”
Alex laughed. “You’ll have to join us if you want to see.”
“Can we open our presents now, please.” Chloe pleaded.
“Go ahead.”
Each box, in addition to having a ribbon color coded to the level of the girl in question also had a name tag on it. Each swimsuit inside was tailored to fit and compliment the body of the girl to whom it was gifted and was of a color in accordance to her level. Bella, Chloe and Taylor received slinky suits of red. Felicity and Cara’s were simple white one-pieces, while Margot’s was a nice strappy black bikini and was clearly the most unique of the group, probably because she was the highest level.
“Thank you, Master!” Chloe exclaimed, rising up and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I can’t wait to try it on.” With that, she hurried off to the restroom.
Bella smiled and pulled Taylor off into her room with a quick wave and a “see ya tomorrow, Master.”
Alex stood up after the two lovers vanished into Bella’s room. He turned to look at Margot. “Might I have a word in private, Ms. Robbie? Before it gets too late.”
Margot was torn. On the one hand, she wanted to talk to Cara, to make her move before it was too late. On the other hand, how could she refuse the master? “Of course.” She stood up and followed him as he led her down the hallway that went to his rooms and the VIP suites.
He paused at the end of the hallway, before the door to his quarters. “Would you like to drop your suit off in your room?”
“Oh, sure.” Margot hurried off while Alex waited outside his door.
When she returned, he led her inside. “Please have a seat, can I make you a drink?”
This was Margot’s first time in the Master’s quarters. She looked around his sitting room in curiosity. Her hand brushed over the top of his leather recliner, wondering if this was where he broke Emma. If this was where Taylor surrendered her will, or where Chloe pledged allegiance after returning from the punishment room. “Do you have any beer? Never been much of a liquor drinker.” She wondered what being here now would mean for her.
Alex laughed. “Somehow, I knew you were going to say that.” He watched as Margot stood by the room’s recliner, continuing to look around. He poured himself a tumbler of Belvenie single malt whisky, and took an ice-cold bottle of beer from the fridge. He tossed Margot the bottle.
“Four Gold,” she said, looking impressed as she examined the bottle. “Now that’s an Australian favorite. How’d you know I like this beer?”
“Just a guess,” Alex laughed. “I figured you for a beer person and since Four Gold is one of Australia’s most popular beers, I thought you’d like it.”
Margot raised the bottle like a toast, smiling at her master. She then topped the bottle by smacking the cap against the reclining chair’s arm. The cap popped off with a refreshing pop, and a wisp of condensation rose from the opening.
Alex lifted his glass, and took a sip as Margot drank from her bottle. He crossed the space between them and took a seat on the floor near the recliner. “You know, now that I’m having more guests, I really should get a second chair in here.”
Margot laughed and sat down on the floor in front of him, leaning back against the chair as she did. She stretched out her feet and playfully put them into her master’s lap. He smiled when she did and reached out to gently stroke her calf. She took another sip of her beer and then said, “you wanted to talk to me about something, Master? Is it about weigh in? I thought things went well today. As well as could be expected, being the first day and all.”
“No, I’m sure weigh in went fine.” Alex paused, it was a delicate subject. He took another sip of his whisky. “I was hoping to talk to you about Ms. Watson.”
“Oh…” Margot said, with much less enthusiasm.
Alex offered her a sympathetic smile. He could certainly understand why the Aussie might be less than thrilled with discussing the woman who’d caused her so much pain. “I. I wanted you first to know that she is being punished. You may not think exile is much of a chastisement, but I do think it will serve.” He frowned then getting to the hard part. “I also wanted you to know that she isn’t being punished so much for what she did to you, as much as how she went about doing it. As the level five, she has the right to administer punishment. However, I had ruled on what that punishment would be. When she went behind my back to change it and then lied to me about what she did, that is when I decided she needed punishment.”
Margot was studying the floor. She seemed uncomfortable and understandably upset. “Ok… So, why are you telling me this?” She sniffled then and brushed the back of her hand across her face, wiping away the tears on her cheeks.
“Simple. I’m not doing it to hurt you. I’m doing it to help. You see,” he leaned forward, taking her chin in his fingers, lifting it as he did so she would meet his gaze, “I don’t want you to make the same mistakes.” He offered her a warm smile that he hoped conveyed his sincerity.
Margot had tears in her eyes, but she smiled bravely. “I don’t think it will matter much anyway, Master. In a week, she’ll be back in charge.”
“Is that what you want?” Alex inquired, leaning back against his arm and taking another sip of his drink.
“It doesn’t matter, Master.” Margot frowned.
“Why is that?”
Margot told him everything. First, the animosity between her and Emma that had come in the wake of her rise to power. The fight they’d had over Toy and their subsequent break up. Then more recently, this morning, how she’d brought Emma substandard food and been overly critical when she conducted her individual weigh in. The note that Emma had forced on her, the threat she’d leveled, and with the most difficulty, her hopes for building a romantic relationship with Cara. How she didn’t feel a kinship with any of the other ladies and how she felt her only hope at happiness down here lay in building that bond.
“I see,” Alex said thoughtfully when she was done. He’d scooted forward as Margot went on, slid next to her and pulled her into his lap. She was sobbing and shaking with emotion by the time her story was done. It was obvious she’d been holding everything inside and when the dam broke, it all came flooding out. “Have you considered the possibility that Ms. Delevingne might not want that kind of relationship with you. I understand that before you came here, you were good friends. Feelings of friendship don’t always easily morph into ones that are romantic.”
Margot nodded into Alex’s chest, he could feel her tears on his skin. “I have, Master, but if that’s how she feels…where does that leave me. I’m so tired of being alone.”
“I wish I had an answer for you, my dear. I’m afraid I don’t. But I can say this, trying to force something that isn’t there will only push her away.” He gently ran his finger down her cheek, brushing the tears away in a loving gesture. “But you’re wrong about one thing, you’re not alone down here. You have me.”
Margot smiled up at him, her lips trembling. “Master,” she breathed.
Alex returned the smile, leaning down as he did to kiss her lips. Margot moaned into his mouth, her lips parting in a longing O. She scrambled around with immediacy to straddle his hips, and wove her fingers into his hair holding their heads close as she deepened the kiss by sucking his tongue into her mouth. Suddenly she was grinding her hips against his crotch and pressing her chest tightly against his.
When the deep kiss broke a few moments later, they both breathed in deep. “I want you, Master” Margot whispered breathily, “so badly. I need you inside me.” She nibbled her lower lip and cast a lusty gaze up into his eyes.
Alex almost laughed. This couldn’t have worked out any better. He’d brought Margot here to reinforce his hold over her, to remind her that she was his and to give her a good hard fuck, since it had been a while since they’d last had sex. Now she was begging for it and throwing herself at him. He ran a hand through her hair, smiled warmly and pulled her back to his lips. They shared another deep, passionate kiss, and held one another close.
She slid her hand between their writhing bodies to untie the cord that held up Alex’s thin linen pants and pushed her hand inside them. Alex groaned into Margot’s mouth as she took a firm hold of his rod and began to rub it urgently between her fingers. Soon she was pumping it in her fist as their tongues continued to dance back and forth.
Alex sat up and slid Margot off his lap. He shed his pants, tossing them behind him with a laugh. The blonde Aussie grinned, breathing hard to catch her breath as they sailed past him. He then laid her back onto the floor, pushed her legs together and rested them over his right shoulder. She looked up at him, lust in her eyes and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her small but perky tits. Alex licked his lips at the vision before him.
Margot had chosen yoga pants today. Alex peeled them down her legs, yanking them just far enough up her thighs to expose her tight, pink, and sopping wet pussy. Holding her knees together with one hand, Alex used the other to guide his throbbing cock to her entrance. He then spat into the palm of his hand, rubbed it over his head and slid himself inside.
Her pussy was tight, it had been a while since she’d had sex, but it was soaking wet with desire, so Alex’s cock had no trouble sliding in to the hilt. They both moaned in pleasure as he pushed himself in. “God damn,” he whispered, feeling it grip him, urging him onward, beckoning him to fill her.
“Master,” Margot gasped, “fuck me.” Her long blonde hair was splayed out behind her. Her gorgeous green eyes stared back into his with lust and longing. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her. “Please, I need your cock.”
Alex kept a firm grip on her legs, holding them tightly together. With his other hand, he pressed down on her stomach, to keep her from sliding around too much. Margot cupped her tits, pushing them together and licking her lips to egg him on. It worked. Alex began to thrust his hips back and forth with long deep strokes. He worked slowly at first moving his big meaty dick almost all the way out, before deliberately working it all the way back in. Margot groaned long, low and throaty.
They went on like this for several minutes, slow deliberate fucking, Alex keeping a purposeful pace, watching in delight as Margot squirmed and writhed beneath him. Then, he pushed himself back in all the way. He stopped. Looking down on her, he grinned an almost evil smile. “So, Margot. Do you want to be my good little girl tonight, or a dirty cum guzzling slut?” To emphasize his question, he gave her a couple short deep pushes with his hips, stirring his cock inside her.
“Master?” she asked, looking up, and opening her eyes from the pleasure she was feeling.
“The question is simple, Ms. Robbie. Are you a good girl, or a naughty girl?”
She bit her lip coyly. Alex knew what she was going to say before she opened her mouth. “Master,” she cooed, “I’m a good girl, obviously,” said Margot enticingly, wiggling her hips and running her index finger into her mouth for emphasis.
“God…” Alex breathed looking down on her. “That you are, aren’t you?”
Margot nodded and teasingly bit the finger between her lips. She reached up with her other hand and lovingly ran it down his sweat-covered chest. “Come on, Master, I want you. Will you please fuck me?”
Alex needed no further encouragement. He began to thrust his hips back and forth while maintaining his hold on her thighs. With his other hand, he pulled the yoga pants the rest of the way off her legs. Soon, they were lying in a heap next to their writhing, thrusting bodies and Margot was on the verge of cumming.
Alex slowed as she neared climax, and Margot whined softly, looking back up at her master. He moved her legs off his shoulder, pulling them apart and laid down on top of her. Margot wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together and tenderly stroked his face with her hands. Alex wove his fingers though her hair. He looked down on her and she stared back into his eyes with longing and love in the green of her eyes. She licked her lips and Alex kissed her soft, deep and gentle while filling her with his manhood.
He then began to gently rock his hips back and forth, fucking her while kissing her. Holding himself over her, Margot gripped his back and held him close with her legs while kissing him with all the passion of a lover. Their bodies moved back and forth in a slowly intensifying wave of pleasure.
Alex’s back bristled with sweat from the exertion. His knees would be red and sore after this, but he continued pumping his dick in and out of Margot’s hot, eager pussy. Soon Margot’s whole body convulsed in orgasm. Her legs shuddered, and he felt her cunt clamp down on his cock like it might never let go.
“Oh my God,” she moaned as their kiss broke. Their eyes met, there was need in her gaze. “Please, Master, don’t stop.” Alex smiled and redoubled his efforts, pumping her faster and harder than before. “Right there,” she breathed in heated gasps as her head shook back and forth with his effort. Alex lifted his body off hers and grabbed hold of her shoulders without breaking stroke. He gazed down at her and kept up his steady, heated pace. Margot’s legs fell from his back as a second orgasm rocked her body.
“I’m close,” he grunted into her ear. “Where does a good girl want my cum?”
“Master,” she gasped, “Please don’t stop fucking me. I want it inside me.”
Alex grinned and gripped her hips, again lifting his chest from hers. She looked up at him as he slammed his hips into her, moaning another long, low affirmation of pleasure. He continued his assault on her pussy. Working his thick meat in and out of her in hard, long strokes. With his other hand he pressed his thumb against her clit. This sent Margot over the edge one last time. She shook, her whole body quivering in a massive orgasm. Thick girl cum squirted from her pussy, sloshing around the member invading her insides. As Margot’s cunt shuddered one last time, the sensation sent Alex over the edge. In one last deep thrust he buried his cock to the hilt and exploded in orgasm. Rope after rope of thick sticky cum filled Margot’s insides. It rode the river of girl cum running down her thighs creating a sticky little puddle on the floor.
Alex collapsed on top of Margot. Both were covered in sweat and gasping for breath. Margot pulled her master close, wrapping her legs around his back, her arms around his neck, cradling his body against hers. “Thank you, Master,” she whispered, as she held his head against her chest, “that was incredible.”
Once Alex caught his breath and recovered enough, he lifted his head and placed a gentle kiss on Margot’s lips. “Of course,” he said softly. “I’ll always take care of you.”
Margot smiled back, and pulled him back onto her chest. They lay there together for a few minutes, basking in the warmth and closeness of the other, while Alex grew soft inside her. He then rolled onto his back, pulling Margot along with him. She snuggled into his chest and soon they drifted off to sleep.
                                                                        ***
Alex woke on his back an hour or so later. He was on the floor of his sitting room, and keenly aware that he was alone. It was late, but his quarters didn’t operate on the same dimmed light schedule as the rest of the harem, so he had no idea what time it was.
Since Margot had fallen asleep with him, and her thumbprint couldn’t open the door, that meant she had to be somewhere in his quarters. He scrambled to his feet, retrieved his pants from the floor, noting as he did that Margot had likewise retrieved her clothes. “Margot?” he asked questioningly stepping from the sitting room through the open door to his bedroom.
“In here, Master,” she called back sweetly.
He found her in the small kitchen area adjacent to his bedroom. She was dressed back in the black tee shirt and yoga pants of a level 4 and was standing over the stove tending to a frying pan with a plastic spatula. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he said with a grin, seeing her innocently cooking.
“I thought you might be hungry when you woke up,” she smiled over her shoulder.
Stepping in behind her, he wrapped his hands around her waist and breathed in the sweet scent of her hair. “I appreciate it, but wandering around my quarters while I’m asleep is a good way to bring the guards down here.”
“Oh,” she said, pressing her back gently against his chest and flipping the eggs. “Well then, I’m glad they must have been busy doing something else.” She scooped the eggs on to a plate and handed them to her master. “You know, Master, seeing all this real food, it might be nice to get some more variety in our kitchen. I think we can trust the girls enough to use the stove now, don’t you?”
Alex leaned against the counter in the kitchen, picking up a piece of scrambled egg from the plate and popping it into his mouth. “Hmmmm, you might be right. I always intended to bring in more ‘real’ food for the girls, and they have been very well behaved lately.” He picked up another piece and offered it to Margot, who took the egg right from his fingertips with a smile. “You know that only level 2s and higher have stove privileges, right?” He paused for a moment in thought. “Tell you what. In the next few days, why don’t you go around to all the ladies and make a list of food items they’d like to see me bring in, and I’ll see what I can do.”
“Ok,” she said, leaning against Alex’s chest. She took another piece of egg from the plate and popped it into her mouth. “Master?”
“Hmmm?” he said thoughtfully, wrapping an arm around her waist.
“That stuff I told you about Emma, what are you going to do about it?” There was a note of concern in her voice. Alex sensed her tension, not just in her voice, but in her body language. She seemed relaxed against him, but it was clear she was worried.
“What do you think I should do?”
“To be honest, I’d prefer that you not do anything about it.” They finished off the eggs, and Margot carried the plate over to the sink and began to clean up.
“You’re worried that whatever I do will cause Emma to tell Cara your secret?”
“Yeah.” She placed the now clean plate back up into the cabinet and began to work on the skillet.
“Honestly, I wasn’t planning on doing anything about it.” He stepped close enough to her to place a gentle hand on the small of her back. “I try not to meddle too much in harem politics. The level five is supposed to maintain control, preferably without my help. If this is a way for Ms. Watson to exert her authority, then so be it.” He softly stroked her back as she washed the frying pan, smiling as he did. It was nice to be in such an intimate situation with one of his girls, almost like a normal couple might. “After all,” he went on, “the only way I could stop her from telling Cara would be to exile her permanently. And that won’t help resolve the tension between you, it would only exacerbate it. If I’m being honest with you, the best way to get Emma to keep your secret is to make her your friend again.”
“She wants me to be some fanatical follower. Doing her bidding without question.”
“Is that what she said? I took what you told me more in the line of she wants you to be her second. Someone who can help her maintain control. The good cop to her bad.” He offered her a tender smile. “I know she threatened you, but it’s not exactly like she has any reason to trust you right now given the animosity you’ve shown one another. I know it won’t be easy, but perhaps a peace offering is in order?”
“Hmmmm, I never thought that’s what she could’ve meant.” Margot was quiet a moment as she finished cleaning up the mess from cooking. Alex watched her work with a smile. It was nice having one of his girls in his quarters without having to worry what she might do. “Do you think I should talk to her about it?”
“I would. It can’t hurt to talk things out civilly. In fact, it’ll probably help mend things between you. Even if you no longer want her as a lover…which I think would be a damn shame by the way,” he said with a grin, “having the head of the harem as your friend would certainly be better than having her as an enemy. Right?”
“Master,” Margot said sweetly, putting down the clean skillet and wrapping him up in a tight embrace, “I love you.”
Alex chuckled, squeezing her back. “I love you too,” he said with a smile then gently kissed the top of her head.
“Master?” she said, still holding him around the waist.
“Hmmm?”
“Do you think I have a chance with Cara?”
“Absolutely. She’d be crazy not to want to be with you.”
She gave him another tight squeeze and asked if she could go. Alex led her out, and gave her a long deep kiss at his door. After which, she bounced off toward the VIP lounge wearing a foolish grin.
                                                                        ***
Right about the time things were getting hot and heavy between Alex and Margot, Taylor Swift left Bella Thorne’s cell. The two girls had tried on their swimsuits after the master’s meeting, to make sure that they fit, then decided to call it an early night. They did some cuddling and chatting. They made out a little, but Bella was tired, so Taylor kissed her goodnight and left her to sleep.
She went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, she was very thirsty. The one good thing about the kitchen was there was always plenty of bottled water to drink. Whoever was on kitchen duty that day was responsible for keeping the pantries and fridge stocked, and there were always at least a dozen bottles of water on hand. Taylor grabbed one, and stood in the open door, letting the cool air from inside wash over her, then took a long drink.
She was so caught up in her thoughts and the feeling of cool water, she didn’t hear the figure come up  behind her. It was Cara Delevingne. “So,” she said playfully, “my Tay Tay’s doing girls now?”
Taylor jumped in surprise, fumbling with her water bottle and spilling a bunch down her shirt as she bobbled to catch it. “Fuck, Cara, you startled me.” She turned to her friend with a massive grin. “Look what you made me do.”
Cara laughed, looking over her friend’s soaked shirt, the cold water prompting her nipples to stand up straight. “Looks pretty good to me…” she said as her eyes traveled down the singer’s wet top.
“Bitch,” Taylor said with a grin and moved her forearm to cover her chest.
“You know me.” Cara responded with a smile, her eyes lingering a moment on Taylor’s chest. A second later she looked back into the singer’s eyes with a more serious look on her face. “Seriously though, you and Bella Thorne…who’d have thought?”
“She’s a sweet girl.” Taylor replied, drifting past her skinny blonde friend and into the sitting area. She took a seat in one of the large leather recliners. “I like spending time with her.”
Cara followed and sat down across from her, stretching out her long slender legs on a couch, the effect was heightened by the fact that she wasn’t wearing any pants. It didn’t escape her notice that Taylor’s eyes lingered a moment on her legs as she stretched out. “I don’t doubt it. I’m just surprised is all, when we last talked about…well, you know, you said you had no interest in women.”
“I didn’t” she said simply, taking another drink of water. There was a short, awkward pause. “It’s this place… it changes people.”
Cara looked down at the floor despondently with that statement. “Yeah, I bet.” She shifted on the couch, pulling her tee shirt down to cover her panties. A long moment passed before she spoke again. “You know, when you and the others went missing, I cried for days. Especially when there was no ransom, no sign that you weren’t dead. I, we, the world feared the worst.”
“What does the world think? Is there any hope we’ll be found?”
She shrugged, “If the authorities have any leads, they haven’t shared them with the media. As to the world… everyone seems to have their own opinion. Obviously as you five disappeared on the same night in the LA area, most people thought it was a coordinated attack by one group.” Cara swallowed, a few tears coming to her eyes. “In the first few days afterwards, most people expected some terrorist group to claim responsibility. That you all might be publicly executed for “western’ crimes or some such shit. As time went on the media interested waned, almost as if someone were pressuring them to make it go away. Given the scale of this place that might be the case.”
“Yeah, one thing is for sure, the Master is someone very rich.”
“I think most people thought you all were dead, or sold off one at a time to some rich sheiks or warlords never to be seen again.” Cara looked up from the couch with a sad expression. “No one thought that just one person had all of you, I can say that much.” Another long moment passed as they shared a sad gaze. “To be honest, I don’t think there’s much hope we’ll ever be found.”
Taylor looked away, but she didn’t seem that surprised. “After the first couple weeks…” she said, tears in her eyes remembering what happened to her in those days, “I was forced to the same conclusion. I had a choice, give in or…” Emotion caught in her throat and she was unable to finish her thought.
Cara sprang to her side, wrapping the singer in a tender embrace. “It’s ok, Tay, you don’t have to say it.” Cara knew what had happened to Taylor. She’d seen the video of the master’s guards teaching her that lesson as part of her own indoctrination. There wasn’t anything more to be said. She pulled Taylor close and hugged her friend as she wept.
Taylor clung to Cara and cried for several minutes. When she looked up, it was with a brave smile. “I’m ok…”
Cara smiled back. “You know, Margot gave me some good advice today. She said, there are some good things to be found down here. Friends,” she said giving Taylor’s nose a playful bop, which elicited a happy smile. “Lovers,” she said huskily.
Taylor met Cara’s gaze, and swallowed nervously as the other girl leaned in to kiss her softly on the lips. She opened her mouth in a gasp to accept her friend’s gentle but passionate kiss. She sat up more in the chair, wrapping her arms around Cara’s back, as the skinny Brit slid up into her lap and pressed her tongue between her lips.
                                                                        ***
Felicity Jones crouched low in the doorway to the main dorm. It was now late evening so the lights in the complex were somewhat muted, and it was in the shadow of the door that she hid. She’d been alone in the exercise room doing her daily work out, like usual. She’d gone to work out after the Master’s meeting. She preferred using the room alone. For some reason it embarrassed her immensely for others to think she was working out to please him.
She’d been in the middle of her cool down routine when she heard soft panting, a grunt, followed by giggling coming from nearby. She wondered if the master had someone in the main dorm on one of the couches, and wanted to see if he treated them any differently than he had her. But what she saw as she drew near was not the master at all.
She covered her mouth with her hand to muffle the soft gasp that escaped her lips as she saw what was going on. Cara Delevingne was straddling Taylor Swift. The long-legged singer was gripping Cara’s ass with both hands, while the skinny blonde actress pressed her body against Taylor’s and was kissing her for all she was worth.
It was sensual and passionate, and something about watching them, knowing they could look over and see her at any moment turned Felicity on more than she cared to admit. Adding to the taboo feeling of voyeurism was the knowledge that Taylor was supposedly in a very sexual relationship with the young Bella Thorne. Felicity didn’t participate in all the gossip, but she stood in the line at weigh in, sat in the kitchen at breakfast, so she’d heard them talk, heard the way the other girls spoke about their relationship, and it didn’t seem to her like theirs allowed for sleeping with other people.
Felicity knew she should leave before they caught her, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She drew herself back just a little into a slightly more darkened area of the hallway, where she could watch them and leaned back against the wall. She bit her lip in arousal as Taylor dipped her hands beneath Cara’s panties and began to rub at her slit.
Felicity had never been attracted to women. And if she was telling herself the truth, her arousal was less about it being two women and more about watching them in secret and knowing that they were doing something wrong. As Taylor began to stroke Cara’s pussy, Felicity found her own hand straying down between her legs. She pulled aside her panties, licked her fingers, dabbing a good amount of spit on them, and touched her own aching cunt.
Despite her anger at him, the master had gotten her quite aroused last night, as such, she longed for a release. Cara and Felicity moaned in unison, Cara doing little to hide the noise, whereas Felicity bit her lip, trying to stay quiet and hidden. Felicity was gently rubbing her clit in a soft circle, pressing down on the little nub and sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Cara on the other hand was holding Taylor’s head between her hands in a loving embrace. She was kissing the singer deeply, Felicity could see tongues darting back and forth in the shadowy light. She watched in awe as two of Taylor’s fingers dipped into the soft folds of her new lover’s tiny pink pussy.
She watched as the deep kiss the two lovers shared broke, heard as Cara whispered, “oh Tay, that feels good. You getting good at this?” she asked, looking down at her with a smile. Taylor only laughed, and Felicity heard her softly respond, “been practicing.” Cara pulled her oversized tee-shirt over her head revealing her small perky tits and again pressed her lips to Taylor’s as she began to grind her hips against the singer’s invading fingers.
Felicity moaned softly again as the action heated up and pressed a pair of her own fingers inside herself, lowering her other hand as she did to take up stimulating her clit. She began to gently hump her hands, moaning softly as she worked. Her pace quickened and try as she might, she just couldn’t look away from the hot and heavy action between Taylor and Cara.
Cara’s back was to Felicity and she could see her muscles tense and spasm as Taylor pushed a third finger inside her. The skinny actress tilted her head back, and a loud gasp of pleasure burst from her lips. She broke off the kiss, so she could steady herself by placing her hands on the singer’s finely sculpted shoulders. Felicity saw the lover’s eyes lock and Cara began to bounce up and down on the three slender digits in her pussy.
Felicity was enthralled. The fingers of her right hand worked in and out of her cunt at a frenzied pace, while her left pressed against her clit and stroked it in a tight quick circle. Her breathing increased as she watched Cara fucking herself to orgasm on Taylor’s hand. She began to urgently hump her own hands and a sensation grew in her belly.
Taylor Swift leaned in to suck one of her new lover’s tiny dime sized nipples into her mouth. The singer’s other hand held Cara’s back, allowing her to more easily steady herself as she bounced on her fingers. Sweat trailed down that back and Felicity watched as Taylor’s lustful gaze roamed up and down the blonde Brit’s slim, sexy body. “You’re so fucking hot,” she heard her whisper.
Felicity was so close. Her legs started trembling and her arms ached with the effort of keeping up the vigorous pace. A thick wet sloshing sound began to fill the air as Felicity pushed herself closer and closer to the big O and she worried that any second Taylor and Cara would be made aware of her presence. That worry quickly subsided as Cara pushed Taylor back into the chair, pressed her body tight against the singer’s and began to fuck her hand with even more intensity than before. As their bodies ground together, Cara began to cum. She moaned loudly as she continued bouncing on Taylor’s hand.
Felicity saw copious amounts of liquid squirt from Cara’s spasming cunt as she herself was pushed over the edge. She kept working her own hands and bit down hard on her lip as she began to moan in orgasm. She made quite a bit more sound than she wanted, but she was so turned on and her fingers felt so good she couldn’t help it. She hoped the two lovers hadn’t heard anything, that Cara’s lustful groans would mask her own orgasms. But, just as Cara was coming down, Felicity saw Taylor’s eyes searching the darkened hallway where she sat pleasuring herself. She again bit her lip to muffle as much sound as possible, but for the briefest moment she was sure their eyes locked, and the leggy singer was looking right at her.
Taylor pulled Cara close and they kissed again. Felicity was done, just idly rubbing her sensitive, blood-engorged clit in a blissful aftermath. She smiled at the two lovers. They looked tender, sweet, a more natural couple than Bella and Taylor, at least to her. Taylor whispered something to Cara, Felicity couldn’t hear what was said, but a moment later, the long-legged singer was leading her friend back into her room.
Felicity sat there a moment, just basking in the afterglow, when the lights dimmed again. It was the darkest the harem got. This level of light indicated lights out, which for level 1s, like her, meant bedtime. When the lights went down to this level, she had fifteen minutes to get in her room before the doors would lock down for the night. She scrambled to her feet, made a quick pit stop in the restroom, and hurried into her room just as the lock clicked closed behind her.
She slipped out of her clothes and crawled into bed, her thoughts on the events of the evening. She wondered what would happen between Taylor and Bella, wondered if Cara would replace the shapely red-haired teen, and what that might mean for the harem’s other girls. She thought about the pool party tomorrow, about seeing the outside again for the first time in more than a week. But, try as she might, she couldn’t get the vision of Taylor and Cara fucking out of her head, not to mention the arousal she felt at secretly watching them. Felicity felt her nipples harden as her thoughts continued to dwell on the lovers and, with a sly smile, she once again slid her hand between her legs…
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