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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: FF oral anal
Day 31. (Minutes before lights out)
Cara Delevingne’s pussy spasmed on Taylor’s urgently thrusting fingers. The skinny Brit moaned, arching her back in pleasure as thick girl cum squirted from her cunt. Taylor Swift’s eyes roamed the former model’s tight, taut body in admiration as she bounced on her beckoning digits. The singer couldn’t help the feeling of arousal blossoming between her legs and she couldn’t wait to get her friend back into her room so they could continue the fun.
Just then, she saw a hint of movement in the corner of her eye, thought she heard a gasp that came from the restroom hallway. Her gaze flicked that way, for a moment studying the darkness. In the dim light of the evening harem, that hallway was a seething sea of shadows. Most of the light came from the main dorm, and the doors to the hallway cast a deep shadow on most of the hall. Nothing. She couldn’t see anything, it was too dark. Must have been her imagination, she thought.
Whatever it had or hadn’t been was forgotten, as Cara, now coming down from her orgasm, leaned her body against Taylor’s, pressing their lips together as she did. Taylor moved her hand to tenderly hold her head. The hand that had been inside Cara, now gently stroked her back. Their lips parted and they kissed like passion fueled lovers, tongues intertwining in a lustful dance. Taylor reveled in the sensation. Cara’s tongue running over hers, her slender body pressed tightly against her. It was breathtaking and, quite simply, amazing.
In the moment when Cara had first kissed her, Taylor’s first thought had been of Bella and how this would affect their relationship. But, here and now, her only thought was about Cara and just how right this felt. Taylor retracted from the kiss and smiled lovingly at the skinny blonde. “Come back to my room?” Cara smiled a goofy post-coital grin and simply nodded her head. She rose gracefully to her feet and bent down to pick up her shirt. Taylor stood, took her hand and led the sexy little blonde back to her cell.
Once inside, Cara seized the singer around the waist, twisted her around and playfully pushed her down onto the bed. She dropped her plain white tee on the floor, licked her full sexy lips and moved toward the prone singer like a tiger stalking its prey. Taylor backed away, playfully laughing and drawing out her inevitable capture.
Cara seized one of the singer’s long sexy legs at the ankle and yanked her back across the bed. Taylor laughed again, her eyes roaming lustfully up the former model’s body as she did. Cara bit her lip and took Taylor’s hands, placing them on the waistband of her ridiculous oversized white panties. Her eyes fixated on them, Taylor was so very turned on right now. But she controlled her emotions, and savoring the moment, she slowly slid them down the model’s tight body. She took a deep breath as they fell to the floor and gazed longingly at Cara’s clean-shaven mound and puffy little lips. She looked up into her eyes, “I want you so badly,” she whispered.
Cara grinned, not saying anything. She reached down and pulled Taylor’s red tee-shirt up over her head, undid the accompanying bra and tossed both to the floor. Then, pushed her down on the bed and grabbed hold of the waistline of both her thong and her shorts and slowly peeled them down her sensuous, athletic legs.
Taylor just watched. She was so caught up in what was happening, she was having trouble remembering to breathe.
Leaning down, Cara gave her the briefest, tantalizing kiss on her ruby red lips. “I used to fantasize about this, you know.”
“You did?”
Teasingly, Cara only nodded. She guided Taylor back onto the bed, moving herself on top of her as she did. “I used to,” she whispered, running her fingertips over Taylor’s well-toned, stomach, up to gently pinch her nipples, “dream about being the first girl you ever slept with.” She kissed her neck, breathed in her scent, softly saying, “I guess I’ll have to settle for second.”
Taylor laughed, euphorically, “third, actually…”
Cara’s head shot up. She laughed, giving her a goofy grin. “Who else?”
“Emma,” Taylor breathed. “She was my first.”
“Really.” Cara said in surprise. Her head tilted to the side as if considering something. “Is every girl down here doing girls now that the world isn’t watching?”
“As far as I know, Emma’s been with every girl here but you.” Taylor smiled, then leaned in to softly kiss the Brit’s slender neck.
An amused, far-off look came over Cara’s face. “Is that right?”
Taylor’s mouth closed around the soft flesh of Cara’s neck. She began to softly suck, nibble and lick, holding the other girl close as she did. “I think,” she moaned.
Suddenly, whatever had been occupying Cara’s thoughts vanished. She turned her attention on the willing, lustful blonde underneath her. She leaned down and kissed her passionately. Again, their mouths opened in lust, tongues dancing back and forth. They clutched one another tightly, moaning into each other’s mouths. Taylor gripped Cara’s thighs, squeezing them firmly. Cara’s hands found Taylor’s breasts, pushing them together as she playfully pinched and pulled on her nipples.
Soon, each girl had a hand on the other’s sex. They urgently began to stroke and rub one another, while they continued their passion filled kissing. As each got hot and moist, Cara pulled away. She grinned down at Taylor. “I do you, you do me?”
The leggy singer laughed and nodded her head enthusiastically. “Ok.” She bit her lip in anticipation as Cara spun around on top of her, settling her dripping wet snatch directly over her face. Taylor’s red lips parted, and her tongue slid out to lead the charge. She pressed her face into Cara Delevingne’s luscious, tiny, trimmed twat. Her tongue pressed against her warm blood-engorged clit as lips enveloped lips. She sucked and probed, while the slender blonde on her face bucked and moaned.
“Oh, my, Tay, that’s amazing. You have been practicing.” Cara began to grind her hips into Taylor’s face, even as she leaned down between the singer’s long shapely legs. She wrapped her hands around behind Taylor’s thighs, supporting herself with one, while the other pressed against her slit. Cara then began to lap hungrily at the diva’s delicate folds and slid two fingers slowly inside of her.
She felt Taylor grip her hips as the singer moaned lustily into her sex. It was an amazing feeling. Giving pleasure, feeling Taylor tongue her clit and probe the depths of her sex, while she in return gave the same pleasure. It was almost symbiotic. As Cara tensed and pressed herself against Taylor’s hungry mouth, she in turn tried harder to get the singer off. Soon, they were both rocking back and forth in the throes of shared ecstasy and the sounds of moaning and sucking filled the room. It didn’t take long, both girls were still incredibly aroused from the action that took place in the dorm, add to that, Cara was very experienced with girls from before she came here and Taylor had learned fast since her arrival, and both girls’ legs began to shudder as a shared orgasm neared.
Taylor wanted to make her friend come again. To get her off before she could do her. A competition of sorts to show her how much she’d learned. She slid a pair of fingers into Cara’s pussy and began working them in and out.
Cara sighed in pleasure with her mouth firmly pressed to Taylor’s sex. The reverberations of her tongue as she moaned doubling the esctasy the leggy singer was already feeling from her deftly flicking tongue. She abandoned holding herself up with her other hand, instead, grabbing a handful of Taylor’s firm muscular thigh and pressing her mouth and fingers as deep into her sex as they could go.
Sweat beaded and dripped from both girls writhing bodies as their first orgasm over took them simultaneously. Each had to muster extreme concentration as their bodies shook in pleasure as they bucked furiously against each other’s fingers and face. They gripped each other tightly, keeping their faces buried in the hot wet cunt of the other and continuing their oral assault.
When she began to cum, Taylor forced herself to focus. She wasn’t ready for this wild pleasure rollercoaster to be over. Besides, she wanted to show Cara that she was just as skilled at this. She sighed in pleasure when the skinny Brit clamped her lips down on her clit, sucked in hard and slid a third finger in to her gushing cunt.
Taylor knew she’d need to do more if she wanted to ‘win’ this little competition. She gasped throatily as Cara began stuffing her twat with three thrusting digits and decided to take action. She withdrew her fingers from the Brit still spasming fuck hole. They were wet and dripping in thick girl cum. The feisty Brit then pressed her tongue firmly against her clit and Taylor felt her next orgasm’s eminent arrival.
Taylor’s head flung back, and she moaned loudly. She was about to ‘lose’ if she didn’t do something fast. She took her well wetted index finger and without warning slid it three knuckles deep into Cara’s tight little rosebud. The skinny Brit yelped in surprise, but her pussy immediately exploded. Taylor grinned and lifted her head, she used her tongue to quickly lap up the juices even as she worked her finger in and out, stretching Cara’s sphincter for the arrival of her other dripping wet finger.
Cara was bucking and spasming all over, she lost almost all control of her body when Taylor invaded her nearly virgin butthole with a long slender finger. She lifted her head, moaning loudly and grinding her hips against the singer’s face. It was all she could do to keep her fingertips pressed to Taylor’s clit and continue rubbing it up and down.
Once the initial waves of that intensely powerful orgasm slowed, Cara lowered her head back into Taylor’s lap. She slid her three fingers back inside her cunt and renewed her oral assault on the singer’s little pink nub. She could feel the diva stretching her sphincter and knew a second finger was coming. She was prepared, but still groaned deeply into the folds of Taylor's pussy as the singer pressed the next one in.
Taylor was now working two slick fingers in and out of Cara’s stretched rectum. It was a gorgeous sight. Cara's tight little rosebud pulled apart, a pair of long glistening fingers sliding to and fro. Meanwhile, she continued sucking on the skinny Brit’s clit and probing her depths with an eager tongue. She could feel Cara working hard to bring her off again and thought the perfect end to the night would be one last shared orgasm.
Taylor lifted her hips and pressed her legs tight against Cara’s head. She took the hand that wasn’t busily thrusting into her anus and pushed the Brit’s head firmly against her pussy. She began to hump her face, even as she lapped and probed with all the energy she could muster. She felt Cara groan throatily into her sex, felt her body tense as it prepared to cum again and felt her own orgasm grow in her tummy as the sexy Brit pressed her three dexterous digits deep inside her.
They worked like this in a long moment of exquisite passion. Their bodies writhing against one another as sweat beaded up and rolled down the well-formed curves of their bodies while they moaned and sighed lustily against one another. They could each feel the orgasm building in the other and controlled their lapping and probing into a perfect crescendo. As it built, so to did the intensity of their motions.
It didn’t take long after that. Taylor pressed her probing digits deep into Cara’s ass. She nibbled softly on her clit, sucked on it and firmly ran her tongue around it in a long swirling motion. And Cara, she was jamming her three fingers in and out, feeling Taylor’s body responding and building toward climax. She too sucked hard on the singer’s clit, and just when she felt they were both about to cum, she lifted her pinky and forced a fourth digit into Taylor’s sex.
Both girls came then in powerful shuddering orgasm. Their bodies rocked back and forth against each other. They moaned and held on tight as the sensation jolted through both of their bodies at the same time. It was intense and beautiful as they shook with pleasure, their bodies glistening with sweat.
They collapsed in exhaustion. Taylor letting out a tired, exhilarated giggle. Cara joined in, giving the singer’s pussy one last kiss. This one fond and loving. Slowly, they both came down from their collective bliss.
Cara rolled off Taylor and turned herself around with extreme effort. She snuggled into her lover’s side, kissing her shoulder as she wrapped a leg and an arm around her. “That was really… fucking… amazing,” she said with a tired laugh.
“Mmmmhmm,” Taylor mumbled, wrapping the skinny Brit in her arms.
Moments later, they were fast asleep.
                                                                        ***
Day 32. (9 a.m.)
Taylor and Cara woke about an hour before weigh in the next day. Cara slid up and gave Taylor a soft kiss on the lips. The leggy singer smiled up at her saying, “morning.” She then sat up in bed and leaned back against the headboard, where Cara then scooched in next to her. She put her arm around the blonde’s narrow shoulders and leaned her head against Taylor’s. They sat there like that for several minutes and, eventually the silence grew awkward. “…Look,” Taylor said after a moment, “we should probably talk.”
“Oh, no!” Cara exclaimed nervously, turning to face her friend. “You don’t regret what we did last night? Do you?”
“No, no, nothing like that.” Taylor leaned in and gave Cara another soft kiss and a reassuring smile. “It’s just, I’m not sure how best to handle this…whole thing.” She turned her head to look toward the door, concern clearly evident on her face. “Bella… she won’t want to share me. She’s in love.”
“Well, how do you feel about her?”
Taylor bit her lip in concentration. “I, I honestly don’t know. I like her, I really do. But…”
“But what?” Cara said, shifting back to look her friend in the eye.
Taylor’s first thought was of the Master. She couldn’t help but admit she was in love with him, would do anything he asked her to do, and he’d told her not to hurt Bella. And if the redhead teen found out about this she would be hurt, there was no denying that. She had to think of something, do something to give her time to think, to sort this out…there were so many conflicting emotions running through her. She tried to hide them from her face. In the end, she decided cautious honesty was probably the best course.
“But, I like you too,” she said, giving Cara’s hand a squeeze and looking into her eyes. “Last night was amazing…” She looked down at the bed, filling the room for a moment in silence. “But, Bella, she’s so good with that feeldoe of hers, and she’s such a sweet girl.”
Cara frowned, she could see where this was heading. She didn’t mind sharing, she always thought of herself as a free spirit. Taylor, in their previous life, would never have been one for sharing. But her friend was so different now, she hardly recognized her. “It’s ok,” she said with a brave smile, “I get it. This all happened so fast. You need time.” She gave Taylor’s hand a reassuring squeeze, looking back up into her eyes. “I won’t say anything.”
Taylor turned to her with a relieved gasp. “You won’t?”
“Course not.”
Taylor kissed her with a laugh. “Oh, thanks Cara. I just need a day or two to sort this out.”
Cara wrapped her friend in a tight hug. “No worries, bae.” Her gaze flitted toward the door. “The hard part’s gonna be getting me out of here without the whole dorm seeing.”
It took some work. Taylor had to sneak out into the main dorm, while Cara hid behind the hallway door, holding it open, since her thumb print couldn’t open it, but holding it close enough to closed so that it didn’t appear open. The blonde singer distracted Bella, with a hug and a story about leaving to get a drink in the night. Which was true. It was also true that once she left Bella’s room, she couldn’t use her own thumb print to reenter. So, telling her she went to her own room after getting a drink wasn’t a lie, really. She just omitted the parts about fucking Cara Delevingne on a recliner then taking her back to her room for a passion fueled round two.
All Cara had to do from there was sneak out when no one else was looking. Luckily, most people ate breakfast in the kitchen, and Taylor’s cell wasn’t one of the two dorms attached to the kitchen area. She hid till there was an opening, then slipped out.
The problem was, there was one person she couldn’t fool. Margot. As the person in charge of running things in Emma’s absence, it was her job to let the level ones out of their cells, since they didn’t yet have access to any doors, even their own. Cara would have to make up a story. She hurried into the restroom where most everyone else was busily getting ready for today’s big event. She used the facilities and then began her own preparation, which included putting on her drab one-piece white swimsuit. At least it fit properly, unlike her ridiculous shirt.
By the time she and the rest of the harem were done getting ready and had a little breakfast, it was time for weigh in. As usual, everyone formed a queue outside the restroom door, in order of rank and seniority. Taylor was first, followed by Chloe, Bella, then Felicity and, finally, Cara was at the end.
Everyone was buzzing with excitement and looking sexy in their new swimsuits. Cara was a little too distracted to notice Felicity giving her shy, curious looks as they all stood there. The line, however, moved quickly today. Everyone was anxious to see the VIP area and, more importantly get outside and see the sun. Finally, Felicity was done, and Margot called her name.
Cara entered the restroom and began to peel off her suit. “No need for that today. The master said we could suspend most of the weigh in procedures for today only. Just hop up on the scale. I’ll weigh you and check your make up and hygiene and we’ll be good to go.” Cara did as she was instructed.
Margot looked amazing dressed in her tiny black bikini that did more revealing than concealing. It had several straps that hugged her pale skin and served to accentuate her subtle curves and firm, perky tits. She went down her checklist, quickly making checks and recording her weight without saying anything and Cara began to wonder whether the sexy Aussie was going to ask why she wasn’t in her room this morning. Maybe she’d get away without having to explain herself. But, just as Margot was finishing up, she spoke. “You weren’t in your room this morning. Sorry I never came back for you. The master needed me, and by the time I was done I figured it was late enough that you’d already be asleep.”
“It’s ok,” Cara said with a smile. “I…I was feeling kind of lonely and down by the time the lights started to dim. Taylor noticed, and asked me if I wanted to stay with her.”
“Oh…” Margot looked away, clearly upset. “You guys didn’t…”
“No, God no…we just talked for a while and feel asleep.”
If she caught on to Cara’s hastily formed lie, Margot didn’t let on. She just offered Cara a pleasant smile. “I’m glad. Glad someone was there for you.”
“Yeah. Tay and I were real close on the outside.”
“Well, I’m sorry it took a place like this to bring you back together.” Margot gave her a tight-lipped smile. Cara couldn’t tell if she was upset with her for spending time with Tay, or if she was genuinely sad about the circumstances. All of them being imprisoned in some sicko’s wet dream.
She gave Margot a hug. “You know she’s not my only friend down here right?”
The Aussie smiled and laughed. “Yeah, I know.”
“You ready? I’m sure the others are anxiously waiting by now.”
Margot nodded and led the way into the main dorm. When they arrived, everyone was assembled. Zeru, the short lanky guard was positioned by the doorway that led to the VIP area. “Now that everyone’s here,” he said in perfect English with only a hint of an accent, “we can get going. Please form a line and follow me.”
A line formed, but Margot didn’t get in it. Leaning in close, she whispered to Cara, “I have a few things to attend to. I’ll see you up top, K?” Then offered her friend a brilliant smile and headed off in front of the tour.
Zeru led them down the hall. He stopped first in front of the door to the master’s quarters. “This is the boss’s room. Once you reach level 4, you’ll have direct access to your master. You may knock on his door, and if he wishes to see you, he’ll answer.” He then opened the door immediately to the right and led them in. There was a long tunnel, a right turn, followed by a left.
Cara then heard a series of ooohs and aaahs from ahead before stepping through the threshold and beholding the sight for herself. The room was dark, with a massive domed ceiling. Upon the ceiling were thousands of tiny points of light, arranged in the shape of familiar constellations. In addition was a large white glowing orb, the moon in a darkened night sky, which provided most of the room’s light. Her bare toes pressed down into real sand as she took a further step inside, where a large, shimmering black pool of water dominated the room and, off to the side, built up like a round rock formation was a smaller body of water.
“This,” Zeru went on, gesturing to the room, “is the underground pool. The water is warm and comes directly from the hot springs. There is also a hot tub, with warmer water and soothing jets. Perfect to relieve the stress of harem life.”
Cara wondered where he was getting these descriptions. It was clear he was reading from a clipboard, what wasn’t clear is who wrote the absurd content.
“Please follow me, I’m sure you’re all anxious to get outside. You’ll all have further opportunity to visit the underground pool once you reach level 4.” He then turned the girls around and led them out and into the door to the left of the master’s quarters. There was another long tunnel, this one led into a brightly lit room.
Again, Cara was met with the hum of excitement. The room was large and square, it was a lounge area similar to the main dorm, though not so large. What it lacked in space, however, was made up for with opulence. Rich Corinthian leather furniture filled the room, love seats, sofas, four very comfy looking recliners, even an ottoman or two. There were beautiful porcelain vases, and sculptures on the tables and shelves, and several extravagant paintings on the walls, one even appeared to be an original van Gogh. While these were the most impressive features of the room, the main feature was a massive theater style entertainment system, in the form of a projection screen with 7.1 Dolby surround sound speakers.
“The luxurious VIP Lounge,” Zeru said, again gesturing to the room before explaining its features. “Once made level 4, you’ll have full access to this room, along with an entire library of films to watch on the big screen.” He gave them a moment to look around before saying, “in groups of two, please have a look around one of the VIP suites. If made level 4, you’ll be moved to one of these rooms. Obviously, there are only three spots available and only through good behavior can you be promoted.”
Cara waited her turn, the groups of two went in order of rank and seniority, and she was at the bottom of the list. As they were an odd number, she went in alone. The suite had a queen-sized bed, with silky black curtains you could draw for ambience, a love seat and a recliner made of the same Corinthian leather as those in the lounge, a fine mahogany wardrobe and matching night stand, and a very nice 55’ flat screen TV mounted on the wall. The room also had a door leading to a small bathroom with a tub, toilet, and vanity. It certainly seemed like being level 4 came with benefits.
“As you can see,” Zeru continued when Cara exited the suite, “being a level 4 comes with many benefits.” His words echoed her thoughts, and again she nearly laughed at the silliness of his tour guide talk. He gave her and the group a smile that tried to project sincerity, but instead came off a little awkward and goofy. “And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for. The trip upstairs to the pool and the outside.”
Zeru informed them that the door at the far side of the lounge and down a short hallway belonged to the level 5 but was also where the elevator to the pool was located. He led them that way and into the waiting elevator. It was an uncomfortable fit for the six of them, standing and touching shoulders, but they all fit inside. Zeru pressed his thumb to a panel and leaned in so the device could scan his retina. Cara then felt the hydraulics kicked in and the elevator begin to rise.
As they went up and up, an excitement began to build among those around her. No one spoke, but everyone, even she, felt a certain jubilance at being outside for the first time in such a long time. Finally, after what seemed forever, the elevator settled and came to a stop. The doors opened, and the small car was flooded with clean, bright, sunlight.
                                                                        ***
About the time the others were entering the underground pool area, Margot knocked softly on the door to Emma Watson’s quarters. Earlier, she had gathered up all the items on her list and assembled most of them in a small box which sat at her feet. The rest were on the tray in her hands.
“Come in,” came Emma’s reply. A moment later, Margot opened the suite door and was greeted by the sight of the sexy Brit. She wore a slim, black, satin chemise which hugged her body in all the right places and dipped just low enough to show the barest hint of cleavage. Being the level 5 meant she didn’t have to dress in the official harem uniform of a tee shirt and shorts. It also meant, apparently, that she got special sleepwear. Emma gave Margot a slight grin as the door opened and she could see that the level 4 had brought her everything she’d asked for. “Morning, Margot,” her greeting hinting ever so slightly at mockery. “Would you come in?”
“Uh, sure.” Margot stepped in, setting the tray with Emma’s breakfast down on the table by the door, then returned for the box in the entry way. She sat the box down on the sofa, while Emma looked everything over.
“That’s a nice swim suit.” Emma said, her eyes traveling over the sexy Aussie’s smoking body. “Heading to the pool after this?”
“Uh, not exactly. The Master is having a pool party today.”
“For everybody?”
“Yeah.” Margot replied, feeling a little uncomfortable at how Emma was studying her suit. “I guess he has some outdoor dome with a pool… He invited everyone up as a reward for good behavior.”
“Oh…” suddenly Emma seemed less concerned about her suit and more upset about the event she was going to miss.
“I’m sorry you have to miss it…”
“It’s ok,” Emma said dismissively.
While her tone lacked enthusiasm, Margot could tell the young Brit was upset about missing what would likely be the most exciting event since they all came to live here. There wasn’t really anything she could do about it though, so she just decided to get on with her reason for being here.
“For breakfast, I brought you some honeyed oatmeal, an orange, and some hot tea, Earl Grey.” Margot could see her former friend nodding in satisfaction, with that smug grin returning to her face. If she was trying to hide her emotions behind arrogance or if she genuinely was so satisfied with herself about making Margot bring her this stuff, the Aussie couldn’t say. “I also brought the books you asked for. The Master helped me fetch them from storage this morning. There’s granola, extra tea bags, a ham and cheese sandwich for lunch, some crisps, a can of chunky vegetable soup you can heat up for dinner, along with a couple cans of pop. Finally, I brought you a journal, and some pens if you wanted to do some writing.”
By now, Emma was inspecting the box, seeing everything just as she asked for. “This all looks good.” She turned to face Margot with an expectant look in her eyes. “Anything else?” it was an innocent question, but Margot knew what it meant. She was trying to see if she planned to do a weigh in, like yesterday.
“Well,” Margot began as she took a seat on the room’s sofa, “I was hoping to have a quick word…if that’s ok?”
“Oh?” Emma sat near her in the recliner, pulling her tray to the coffee table as she did. She lifted her eyes from the tray to the blonde, “not planning on a weigh in, are you?”
“No. This is about something else.”
Emma nodded, taking her oatmeal bowl in hand and dipping a spoon beneath its surface. “Ok. What can I do for you?” She began to eat, as Margot spoke.
“Look, I know we’ve had our problems…” She sat back, fidgeting with the discomfort of the subject. “Ok…I’m just gonna lay it all out.” With extreme effort, she got her emotions under control and lifted her gaze to meet the piercing stare of Emma Watson. “I had a long talk with the Master yesterday—”
“I hope you don’t plan to tell me you’re going back on our deal?” Emma’s face was devoid of emotion. It chilled Margot to realize how different she was since they’d stopped being lover’s not that many weeks ago.
“No, nothing like that…” she swallowed her own emotions, quite sure they were much easier to read than those of her former friend. “…quite the opposite in fact.”
“Good,” Emma said, taking another bite of oatmeal. “It’s been my hope that we might work together.”
“That’s what I was going to say.” Margot beamed a smile. It was not returned. Emma only nodded. “It just seems to me that maybe we let our fighting and our disagreement over the whole Toy situation to get in the way of reason. The harem…. the girls, they need—”
“Balance,” Emma said finishing Margot’s thought. “I,” she said with the greatest of concessions, “am too strict. You,” she offered her a tight-lipped smile, “are too lenient.”
“Exactly.” Though Margot agreed to some extent, she wasn’t sure she would have used the same word to describe her leadership style. “If we work together, we can bring the girls in line and hopefully keep the punishment to a minimum.”
Emma nodded again in agreement. “I agree that working together is best for everyone.” She sat her empty bowl back on the tray, lifting her tea as she did. “As I told you from the beginning, I only ever wanted the rapes to stop. But I maintain that sometimes it takes a lesson in order to teach. Sometimes, words aren’t enough and we’re actually hurting the girls by keeping them from punishment.”
Margot nodded, again swallowing her emotions. While she agreed that Emma was right, she also thought her idea of when punishment was justified was vastly different than that of her friend. “I, I can agree to that.”
Emma seemed satisfied that Margot wasn’t going to fight her on this point and continued. “If we’re going to make this collaboration work, there are going to be some ground rules. First, in public, we are a united front. What I say goes. If you disagree with a call I make, we discuss it in private at a later time.”
“Ok.”
“Second, I have the final say. I don’t want every decision I make being second-guessed or taken to the Master for approval. Most times, when there is a problem, he’ll be involved in whatever punishment is doled out anyway. Going to him just makes us look bad. Understand?”
“That seems reasonable.”
“Finally, just as with our Master, I expect you not to lie to me.” With this, she turned her gaze upon the floor, a look of regret on her face. “I’m being punished now for lying.” She looked back into Margot’s eyes. There was sadness there. “If I could take it back I would. But all I, we, can do now is learn from it. The others, especially the newer girls are going to try to get away with things. Push us, the Master. If we want to help them, we have to keep them in line, and we can’t do that if you’re not honest with me.”
Again, Margot was uncomfortable. The thought of helping Emma and the Master break in new girls, women like Cara, who was her friend, was disgusting. On the other hand, she was almost more afraid of thinking how initiations might be handled without a softer touch. So, she did the only thing she could do. She swallowed down those emotions, nodded her head and said: “Of course. I… I can handle that.” She folded her hands in her lap, trying to summon the courage for an addendum of her own. Clenching her jaw, she spoke, “There’s just one thing.”
Emma’s eyes again met hers, and Margot felt herself looking away under the intensity of the other girl. “What’s that?”
“I… I won’t help… in the punishment room, I mean.” With an effort, she raised her eyes back up to Emma’s. “I’ll help with rule enforcement. I’ll stand by you when you make rulings, even when I disagree. I’ll even report girls who I think are up to something. Just… just don’t expect me to follow you and the Master into the punishment room to… to carry out whatever horrid punishment you have in store for them.”
Emma chuckled softly. She sat her tea down on the tray and scooched close enough to Margot to reach out and squeeze her arm. “Oh, Hun. Don’t worry. I know you’re way too sweet for that.”
Margot felt tears in her eyes. It was the first real emotion she felt from Emma in a long time. “Thank you.” She smiled, and this time the feisty Brit did return it. They both stood and shared a short hug.
“Well,” Emma said, an ounce of regret in her voice, “you have a party to get to. You should get going before you’re missed.”
“Yeah. I’m sure Zeru is growing impatient by now.”
Emma turned and led her to the door, though had to wait for Margot to open it. “Have fun,” she said with a forced smile.
Sure enough, the lanky African was standing less than ten feet away by the elevator door. He turned, as Margot stepped from the level 5’s suite. “You ready to go up now, Ms. Robbie?”
“Yes please.” Margot stepped toward the open doors and into the car. She turned her head at the last second to see Emma cast a sad downward glance at the floor and push her door closed. She felt bad for her former friend, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it, and it was her own fault. A fitting punishment indeed, she thought, remembering the master’s words from last night. The doors closed, and Margot turned her thoughts to what might happen today at the master’s pool party.
The elevator went up for a few minutes. Long enough that the silence between her and Zeru grew awkward. “The complex must be a long way underground,” she asked, as a way of trying to ease the weird tension of being stuck in a tight space with one of the men who’d raped her, came on her, pissed on her and laughed while he did it.
“As you will see when we arrive, the complex is built into a mountain. The harem is more than one hundred thirty meters underground.” The lanky soldier leaned back against the wall, stealing the occasional creepy glance at Margot standing there in her swimsuit.
Wow, she thought, folding her arms across her chest to try and dissuade Zeru’s prying eyes. That’s the rough equivalent of a forty-story building. Everything she’d seen from the master proved he’d gone through tremendous lengths to steal and hide celebrities. But this hammered that thought home, even more than the impressive structure below. The amount of time and effort it must have taken to build such a complex so far underground, and into the side of a mountain no less… it must have taken years.
It would be impressive if it wasn’t so disgusting. All this for what, a few celebrities? She was probably still in Secondary School when the master began building this. It made her wonder who he’d had in mind to imprison here when he began its construction. Then again, it was almost impossible for her imagine her life without him. Since coming here, she’d gone from hating him and this place to thinking she might never want to leave. She loved the Master, despite everything he’d done, everything he was. In a way she almost felt sorry for him. He had been alone before he brought them here and she and the other girls had been a positive force for him, she just knew it. There was no denying he was nearly as changed as they were.
The elevator came to a sudden stop after its long ascension, drawing Margot from her reverie. The doors opened, and the car was bathed in sunlight and sound. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust as she stepped from inside, but the pounding beat of the bass was immediate. “Girl, you’re the one I want to want me,” reverberated through the air all around her. She smiled as her vision adjusted, and she saw the expansive vision before her.
The master’s outdoor pool area was built in between three tall white granite walls. They appeared to be a part of a larger structure, probably a massive mansion. The windows that looked into the pool area were all dark, tinted so those on the outside wouldn’t be able to see in. It was unclear to Margot if the opposite would be true.
Where the fourth wall should be, to enclose the area, was a vast empty space that looked out on a wide-open area. The view was amazing-snowcapped peaks, trees, and a snaky river far off on the horizon. It was almost beyond belief, all this, and not another home or sign of civilization anywhere in sight. They were up among the clouds, and it was Margot’s guess that she could see more than one-hundred fifty kilometers.
Then there was the pool area itself. White patterned tiles decorated the surface. Three round swimming pools dominated the area, connected to one another via shallow delineating waterfalls and by what appeared to be underwater tunnels. The first and smallest pool was maybe five meters across with water colored a light aqua blue. The second pool was perhaps double the size of the first with water of a deeper royal blue. The last swimming pool was a half circle and probably closer to twenty meters across with dark midnight blue water. The incomplete side of its circle ended several meters over the edge of the missing wall, so that swimmers could look down over the side of the mountain.
This is where Margot could first begin to see the dome the master had told them about. It appeared like a wall built up from the side of the pool and extended up far over their heads, where it did indeed seem to dim, if only slightly, the incoming sunlight.
All along the granite walls, tall flowers and palm trees had been planted to further add to the illusion that they were near the beach. As Margot continued looking around, she saw Taylor and Bella enjoying the sun by dancing close to one another to the pumping beat of the music. They were laughing and singing along. She saw Chloe come through the underwater tunnel from the middle pool into the largest. She came up for air and swam toward the overhang, where she hovered and took in the view. Felicity was sitting by herself on a towel near the dome wall, also taking in the sights while her feet dangled in the water. Then, lastly, was Cara. Even in a plain white one-piece she looked amazing. She stood near the master, who was working an expansive gas grill. They were talking softly as she studied them, and even saw the skinny blonde laugh and touch the master’s arm fondly.
Zeru moved past her out of the elevator, moving to take a seat at a series of tables under a shaded wooden overhang. He must be staying to help keep order if things got out of hand. Her eyes went back toward Cara and her Master, and just then he caught her eyes and waved her over with a smile. She returned his smile and sauntered over to stand next to them.
“So, what do you think?” He asked, amusement and joy alighting his steely gray eyes.
“It’s pretty impressive, I must admit. Very Mediterranean.”
“That’s what I said,” responded Cara with laugh. “Did I not just say that?”
“You did,” the Master agreed. He smiled, looking between them. “Beer?” he asked, looking to Margot.
“Please.” He tossed her an ice cold Four Gold. She caught it, laughing, her eyes shining bright with good natured-amusement. She popped the top and took a sip as Cara stepped closer, carrying a martini glass filled with a dark red liquid.
The young Brit’s eyes flit over the straps and gaps of Margot’s tiny swimsuit and she felt her cheeks color a bit at the attention. “You wanna dance?” Cara asked in a conspiratorial whisper, nodding with her head to where Taylor and Bella were dancing poolside.
“Sure,” Margot laughed, extending her hand. Cara took it and lead the Aussie toward the poolside dancing area. She was expecting the friendly girl dancing she might do with any of her friends at a club and so was taken a bit by surprise, when Cara downed the drink, midway there, deposited the empty glass on a table and wrapped her arms around Margot’s waist, pulling the Aussie close. Very close.
She wrapped her arms around Cara’s neck, enjoying the feeling of her friend’s supple body as it pressed against her. Cara’s intense blue eyes were gazing lustfully into hers as they swayed to the music, and Margot felt a strange combination of emotions surge through her. On the one hand, this was exactly what she wanted. Cara was so sexy. She licked her lips as those eyes stayed locked on hers and she wanted desperately to kiss her. On the other, this seemed a little out of place…In the whole time she’d known Cara, especially since coming here, the Brit had never been so forward with her. Margot had strongly suspected she only wanted to be friends with her. As such, she wondered why all of a sudden the sexy blonde was pushing herself on her like this. Perhaps the Master had spoken on her behalf. After all, she had just seen them talking. Maybe he had made Cara see that what she’d done for her since coming here was more than just her being friendly.
Margot considered leaning in to kiss the sexy woman in her arms and put her theory to the test, when she heard Bella call out behind her: “Hey! That’s my swimsuit!”
“If you want it,” Taylor yelled back, “you’ll have to come and get it.” Taylor ran around the open area around the larger pool with Bella close behind her, they were both laughing as they ran. As Bella got near, Taylor dove into the water of the middle pool to avoid capture. There was a splashing sound as Bella hopped in less gracefully followed by more giggling and laughter.
As she watched, Taylor, holding Bella’s bikini top in one hand dove beneath the water to get away from the voluptuous redhead. Watched, as the singer playfully fought to keep her lover’s top away from her. That was when Margot felt Cara’s hand on her chin. She turned her head till they faced one another. “Don’t worry about them,” she whispered as she leaned down to kiss her on the lips.
Margot opened her mouth, moaning and sucking on Cara’s tongue as it slipped past her lips.
                                                                        ***
Alex watched everything that was going on, a strange little smile on his face. He could see what was going on. It was easier, having full knowledge of everything that had gone on last night. He’d laugh if it wouldn’t give everything away.
Taylor had fucked Cara last night. Everything he’d seen showed him that they’d both thoroughly enjoyed themselves. However, his instinct told him that Cara had been more into it than Taylor and that the singer was likely torn because she had feelings for the half naked redhead chasing her around the pool.
And Cara, being infatuated with Taylor, was trying to make her jealous by moving in on Margot. Taylor likewise stole Bella’s bikini because she was trying to prove either to herself, or Cara, or both, that her feelings for the redhead were genuine. It seemed, Alex thought with a wide grin on his face as he finished prepping the grill, that the harem had its first love triangle and Taylor Swift was caught in the middle.
This of course, left Alex in a bit of a predicament. He’d warned Taylor about hurting Bella. But she honestly seemed to still be sorting out her feelings. He’d have to talk to her later. Maybe he could help her figure out what she wanted. He didn’t really care whom she ended up with. But he did care that his girls keep things civil, and that they treat one another with respect, and that meant being honest with the people they were in relationships with. However, before he helped Taylor sort this situation out he saw a fabulous way to take advantage of it, and maybe open up Felicity Jones to enjoying harem life while he was at it.
He glanced over to where she sat poolside. She didn’t know it yet, but he knew her secret too. The slim brunette slipped into to the water, her eyes stealing glances over to where Cara and Margot were swaying, kissing and fondling by the pool. From there, her gaze drifted over to Taylor and Bella. The red head had trapped her lover into a corner and now the fight to recover her swimsuit top was basically just groping and kissing. He watched as the Brit’s hand stole beneath the surface of the water. There was no way of being sure, other than the nervous look of excitation on her face, but it was a good bet her fingers were even now stroking the folds of her pussy.
“Whatcha thinking bout, Master?” Chloe asked, suddenly appearing at his shoulder. The blonde teen with wet hair followed his gaze as he studied the couples making out and the lone slightly odd figure of Felicity watching from the distant water of the big pool.
Alex looked down at her, his idea for taking advantage of this situation finished taking shape. Chloe’s green eyes looked up into his steely unreadable gaze. “Pineapple,” he whispered. Immediately and without hesitation, Chloe’s back straightened, her gaze drifted past him to look at nothing. Her arms fell to her side and she began to drop to her knees. Alex stopped her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t you kneel, slave,” he again whispered, not wanting to draw attention to them with his words, or by Toy kneeling before him.
“Yes, Master,” Toy said softly.
“Are you my dirty, ass-licking slut?” he asked, leaning his lips in close to her ear and sliding his hand down the back of her bikini bottoms. His index finger probed through the soft folds of her butt cheeks, pressing gently as it did against the soft rigidness of her sphincter.
To her credit, or perhaps to Emma’s who’d trained her, Toy didn’t flinch, blink, or even suck in breath as he pressed his finger against her anus. “I am,” she said simply, “whatever you want me to be.”
“Good. That’s a good girl.” He rubbed his finger gently against her asshole, trailing it softly across her taint to ever so slightly touch her pussy. It was warm, and already Alex could feel her juices dribbling from the opening. “Answer me how Chloe would.” He paused a bit for effect, sliding his digit back to her butthole. “Which group would you rather help me fuck? Cara and Margot, or Bella and Taylor?” His finger traced back between her folds, before softly pressing his finger into her moist twat up to the knuckle. “You may look over to them, if that helps you decide.”
Toy turned her head, first looking to Margot and Cara, who were ‘dancing’ near the pool. The taller Brit had two handfuls of ass and were using them to hold the shapely Aussie tight against her body. Margot’s hands were around her partner’s neck and her face was buried in her neck, where Toy could easily see her lips sucking and licking.
Next, the Master took his finger, slick with her pussy juice, and pressed it into her asshole. He began slowly working it in and out as she glanced over to the other group. Bella and Taylor were in the small pool up near the house. Bella had the leggy blonde singer pinned against one of its walls, holding here there by the waist. Taylor was ‘keeping’ the bikini top away from her by holding it behind the redhead’s back, with her arms around her neck. Bella said something Toy couldn’t hear, and the two ladies laughed. Then the teen leaned in, kissing her lover tenderly on the lips. The action was hot, but it was also tender, intimate, two lovers sharing a moment.
Toy’s cunt was now hot and wet, she loved when the master took advantage of her. Her legs were slick with her juices, and she longed to have him fill her. Despite that fact, her face and eyes did nothing to portray those emotions. Slaves were not allowed such things unless their masters or mistresses permitted it. “Chloe would choose Cara and Margot, Master.” She responded in an even voice, only slightly tinged by excited breathing.
“Why?” Alex asked, he still leaned in behind her and talked softly into her ear. He now had the entire length of his middle finger lodged in Toy’s rectum and slowly slid about a knuckle’s worth in and out as they spoke.
“Honestly, Master, because she knows you’ve yet to bed Cara and that you are probably ready to make your move on her.”
“Anything else? Any reason she might want them specifically?”
She twitched, holding herself in place as the Master pressed his finger as far inside of her as it would go. “Yes.” Chloe might have held the next bit from her Master, but Toy had no such inclination or ability to do so. “Chloe wants everyone to believe she is over what Bella did to her. But she is not. She wants to see her former friend suffer and believes breaking up her and Taylor has the greatest potential of doing so. She believes Bella is in love.”
“I see.” Alex said, drawing his finger from inside Toy’s anus. “And if I asked you to eat Bella’s pussy and ass, to give her as much pleasure as you were able?”
“Master, I am your Toy. Play with me however you see fit.”
Alex felt his dick grow hard with that statement, and with the idea of making Toy pleasure Bella despite Chloe’s unwillingness…That would have to wait however. He raised his finger to Toy’s lips, “suck.” She took the finger into her mouth and used her lips and tongue to scrape every ounce of ass juice from its surface.
Toy was right. Alex really wanted to fuck Cara. He had yet to fuck either of the newbies, at least consensually, and right now, he was pretty sure he could get the slender blonde Brit to do just about anything he asked. As long as he asked the right way.
He pulled his finger free of Toy’s mouth and whispered again into her ear. “I want you to lure Cara over here. Pretend to be Chloe, or don’t… I honestly don’t care. What I do care about, is I need to talk to Cara alone for a few minutes before you bring Margot, got it?”
“Of Course, Master,” she said, looking up at him and taking on Chloe’s mannerisms, thus the rule breaking, “I’m a Toy, not an idiot.” She turned with a grin and bounced off toward the swaying couple.
Alex fought not to laugh. It was a good decision to keep Toy around, he thought. Cara and Margot were still dancing close, but they were, at least for the moment, not actively making out. Toy bounced up to the couple. Alex couldn’t hear what she said but saw her point toward him and the grill area. She was talking animatedly and gesturing around as she spoke. He saw Cara look his way as she went on. After a moment, the slim Brit said something, kissed Margot on the cheek, and headed his way.
Cara looked a little confused as she approached. Alex found himself wondering what Toy had told her to get her over here. “You wanted to see me?”
“Master,” Alex added flatly. “I am your master.”
Cara swallowed. In the excitement of the pool party, she’d nearly forgotten she was this man’s slave. “You wanted to see me, Master.” She asked again, dropping her eyes in deference as she did.
“I did. I don’t know what Ms. Moretz told you—”
“She said you had a question about the food.”
“Don’t interrupt me.”
“Sorry,” she mumbled, studying her bare feet.
She was used to speaking her mind, Alex thought, studying the beautiful line of her face as she looked at her feet. It might take more than he thought to break her in completely. It seemed to him that she was trying to mind her behavior because she didn’t want punishment, but that it was still something she had to force on herself. He took her suddenly around the waist, pulling her close and startling her. She looked up into his eyes, fear evident there for the first time since her lesson that first night.
“You want to fuck Taylor?” Alex asked, his eyes flicking over to where she and Bella were now making out hot and heavy on a nearby lounge chair, oblivious to anyone else. “I know you do,” he whispered, “so don’t bother lying.”
“I’ve always wanted her…” she said looking away shyly…
“And you were trying to make her jealous by seducing Margot?”
She swallowed guiltily, “yes.”
He took her chin, raising it to look him again in the eye. “Do you know what would make her really jealous?”
She blushed, whether with guilt, or want, Alex couldn’t say. But he knew he had her where he wanted her. “Fuck me. Taylor’s addicted to me,” he said, glancing over to where the singer was now laying beneath a hot redhead, legs and arms wrapped tightly around her body. “If she thinks you’re more special to me than she is, I guarantee you’ll have her attention.”
“Do I have a choice?” She said looking around nervously.
He smiled, and gently stroked her cheek. “You’re not in the punishment room, are you?” She shook her head no. “Then you have a choice.”
“Will…will sleeping with you get her to…to want me, like I want her? Do you think?”
He shrugged, looking down on her with a smile. “Who can say what life will bring. Did you ever think you’d end up in a place like this?”
“No…”
“Well, I can’t say for sure it will help. But I believe it will. Besides, you have to eventually.”
“I thought you said I had a choice.”
Alex smiled, pulling her a little closer. “You have a choice about when, where, not if.” He kissed her softly on the cheek. “I thought you saw the Taylor Swift video, her punishment for refusing me.”
“Don’t remind me.”
Alex thought she was trying very hard not to cry. She gazed off despondently at the wall, her eyes were watery, but there were no tears. Her lip trembled a little and she shook just a bit against him. But Alex was mostly impressed. What he saw as he looked down on her was bravery, not sadness. “You’re very beautiful,” he said, lifting her chin so she would again look at him.
She swallowed, he could see the anger mixed with courage. “You’re an asshole,” she whispered matter-of-factly as she slid her arms around his neck and allowed him to kiss her.
Alex kissed Cara deeply, sliding his tongue into her reluctantly open mouth. He felt her suck upon it, knowing she hated him for he’d done to her, but having no choice other than to comply turned him on immensely. He squeezed her tight, ran his fingers through her long dirty blonde hair, and felt her press against him, moaning softly into their kiss as she gripped the back of his neck. She’d be his soon enough, he thought, with a little internal laugh.
There were footfalls on the ground near them. Alex broke off the kiss to look up. Margot was leading Toy over by the hand. Both girls were smiling, though Margot’s seemed mysterious to Alex, like she knew something he didn’t. How intriguing, he thought. “Chloe here was telling me that there was a charge for this five-star exotic cuisine you promised us.” Margot’s tone was playful, she even looked fondly down at the tiny blonde teen.
“She did?” Alex asked in surprise.
“A four way?” Margot asked in mock disappointment, a cute little half-frown, half-grin decorating her face.
“Oh, right. Yeah, I’m not sure I’ll be able to bring myself to cook without one…” He smiled broadly.
To Alex’s surprise, Cara touched his chin fondly, forcing him to look down at her. “Well,” she said huskily, “I guess we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?” She said looking around at the assembled blondes. Alex swelled with the thought of these three gorgeous former-celebrities fucking his brains out.
He didn’t have much time to ponder however, as Cara again pressed her lips to his and he felt Margot and Toy close in around him.
                                                                        ***
The world was black as pitch. Her whole body hurt, she was so stiff she could hardly move. Her head rang like a dozen grandfather clocks all going off at the same time. She felt like someone had beaten the crap out of her and then ran about fifty thousand volts through her body just for good measure.
Ariana Grande worked her mouth open and closed, trying valiantly to fight off this tired, beaten groggy feeling that encompassed her whole body. Her mouth was dry as bone in the noonday sun. She fought to open her eyes, to move, even a little, but she couldn’t. It was like she’d been drugged. Her long pasted-on eyelashes fluttered, as she again worked to try and open them.
What was wrong with her? This strange feeling was not normal, even after a night spent partying. Had she been drinking…her mind in this strange, groggy state desperately tried to make sense of what was happening. Could she even remember where she’d fallen asleep?
There was a concert…she felt pretty sure of that. She’d had a show last night…where was she… The weeks and months she’d spent on tour were fucking with her head…and it was currently in a very fucked state… Rio. She’d been in Rio. There was something else about last night, something out of the ordinary…what was it?
There’d been an after party…but that wasn’t so unusual. She and her friends had been drinking, celebrating something…uuhhhgg what was wrong with her head, this fogginess was unbearable. Her manager had been there, and Ricky of course…he was part of the tour, though. There had been some big TV executive…he’d brought champagne…and something else…
Hairspray Live! That was it! They’d been celebrating after she’d been offered the role. Her eyes shot open. The room was dimly lit, somewhere in the back of her head, she thought she heard movement, and she still couldn’t move…why couldn’t she move? That was troublesome, but what was perhaps more so was the vision just before her eyes.
It was Dove Cameron, the former Disney star who was to be one of her co-stars on the show. She was bound, gagged and lying unconscious on a mattress just across from her…
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