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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, humiliation, Mdom, oral, anal, fingering, voyeur
Day 33
The morning after the pool party, Alex promoted Cara and Felicity to level 2. He brought them their new attire, informed them how their new level was different from being level 1, most notably because they could enter and exit their cells during the approved times and because they were now allowed to speak to him out of turn. Although if Alex were being honest with himself, he was far too lax with this policy when it came to the two newbies and decided he would be stricter when Ariana and Dove arrived.
After the promotions, he attended that morning’s weigh in. Margot was still feeling needy because Taylor had left her on the edge of orgasm at the end of the pool party orgy. She wanted the master bad. The moment she finished Cara’s weigh in, she eagerly jumped into his lap. They fucked right there on the benches, then he took her back to his room where they spent the day exercising, swimming in the underground pool, and watching old movies. They fucked again before bed, Margot practically swallowing his cock before he pushed her down onto her back, pinned her legs behind her head and piledrived her in multiple orgasms. Afterwards, Alex was on the verge of allowing a second exception to his rule about not allowing the girls to sleep in his room when a knock from Chloe pulled he and Margot apart. The Aussie was very understanding, gave him a deep kiss and returned to her own room to sleep.
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Yesterday, after spending nearly the entire day as Toy, Chloe spent much of the next in seclusion. She did her exercises, showered, did her makeup and attended weigh in, all like she was supposed to do. But afterwards returned to her room, curled up on her bed listening to her iPod, and contemplated the complexities of her dual life. First were her feelings for Margot and Cara who had participated with her in the lesbian three-way and, later, the master’s triple blowjob. The experience had been fun, both women were skilled lovers, and she had grown quite fond of pleasuring the master both as Toy and as Chloe. But without someone telling her, she was uncertain what she should do about it.
There was also the Bella problem. Part of her still hated the redhead while the other part couldn’t deny the feelings roused by the fun they’d had. Even more problematic were her feelings for Felicity. She had been genuinely surprised when the British actress had joined her poolside. It had been a pleasant surprise, she had to admit, but the experience left her wondering how she should feel about the sexy brunette who was more than ten years her senior. As she lay there, trying desperately to untangle her feelings, she longed for someone to tell her how she should feel. She missed her mistress, her firm, decisive hand, her loving, sensitive touch, she wished she could go to her… Late that evening, after laying in bed the whole day, she did her chores, well after most everyone else was in bed. Deciding, as she worked, she would take the master up on his offer to let her sleep with him.
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Bella and Taylor spent the day together. They did their usual thing after weigh in, exercise, shower, sex, late afternoon TV, chores, then back to her room for more sex. They didn’t really talk about the events of the day before, other than to comment on the amazing view from outside, and the lavishness of pool area itself. But Taylor found herself reflecting on the jealousy that had burned within as she watched the level of desire her master had shone Cara. She wondered if choosing the Brit over the redhead would add to the master’s desire for her. They did talk some about the VIP area, contemplating who might receive the next promotion to level 4. This caused Bella to worry about the possible logistical problems of having a girlfriend who was even more sequestered away than the locked doors of their cells usually kept them. But mostly, Bella listened as Taylor complained about Margot, who dominated the master’s attention during weigh in.
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After they were promoted, Cara and Felicity spent the day separately doing what was expected of them, chores and exercise, each in their own way, at their own time. Cara liked doing her chores right away, then spending an hour or so in the gym, followed by lounging in the main dorm. Whereas Felicity often spent time in the dorm till just a few hours before lights out then did her chores and exercise, followed by a shower, then bed. With the limited TV privileges they had, most of their days were spent in boredom with the occasional conversation with one of the other harem girls. Cara, however, didn’t go to her room when the lights dimmed. Instead, she waited for Taylor to leave her lover’s cell. The two then returned to her room where they spent the night in each other’s arms.
Day 34
Alex awoke the next day with the blonde teen’s thick lips wrapped around his cock. Happy to see that Chloe was taking some initiative on her own, especially since she’d spent most of the previous day in Toy mode, Alex let her do her thing. He then fucked the shit out of her and the two took a shower together before the teen had to head off for weigh in. While Chloe was at weigh in, Alex went upstairs for a meeting with his men and to get a progress report on how the transport of Ariana and Dove was proceeding.
Ukuza informed him that the shipping container was still safe in his warehouse and that the local authorities along with an international task force responsible for investigating the string of celebrity kidnappings, had extended their search beyond the Rio city limits. That everything was still on course and that assuming they had no entanglements with the authorities tomorrow morning the container would be transported to a small airfield outside the city and placed on a plane. It would then begin its roughly thirty-six-hour journey north and should arrive by Friday morning.
He spent most of the rest of the day coordinating events to ensure the container’s safe arrival, responding to the few small things he was responsible for to continue his businesses’ financial dominance, and contemplating whom he would promote to level 4. There were three choices for the promotion, each with its own problems. Chloe was probably the best choice. But the problem with her was she was still a slave in need of dominance. A level 4 should be steady, responsible, someone who can handle pressure and be a source of leadership. Chloe was too mismatched in his opinion. The broken teen showed signs of unbridled, aggressive dominance before Emma had ‘fixed’ her, and nothing but submission since. Besides, once Emma’s punishment was over, she might want to stay with her mistress. In fact, he was kind of counting on it since he needed two rooms, as currently all five cells were in use.
Then there was Bella. While showing signs of improvement since Emma’s ‘punishment,’ she too had recently shown a propensity for violence in her attack on Chloe. Add to that the Taylor problem. If the pop diva chose to sever romantic ties with the redhead and instead share her bed with Cara, who knows how she might react. Again, the problem was stability and Alex simply didn’t trust her enough to be responsible with the access and leadership demands of being level 4.
That left Taylor Swift. Of the three, she was the only real choice. Sure, she had stirred up some trouble with the love triangle between her, Bella, and Cara. But Alex believed she honestly was trying to sort out her own emotions. It couldn’t be easy, he thought, less than a month ago she hadn’t even been into girls and, all of a sudden, she had two super-hot chicks fighting for her attention. There was also the added benefit of her obsession with him. Alex was sure at this point that she would do anything to please him. She would drop both of them like a bad habit if he told her to. Which meant that he could trust her to handle the responsibilities of being level 4. As to the leadership issue, he hoped that, given time, she might grow into that role.
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Taylor and Bella spent the day much like the one before. The only difference was they shared the exercise room with Chloe, who did yoga with them and, seemingly oblivious to the awkwardness of the question, asked them how they were dealing with seeing the other with another woman during the poolside orgy. Taylor brushed off the question by basically restating Alex’s Vegas pool policy, “what happens poolside, stays poolside.” The blonde teen seemed to accept that answer, and the two lovers failed to notice the discomfort of the other.
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Other than the incident in the exercise room, her chores and of course weigh in, Chloe spent her day curled up in one of the TV nooks watching movies and continuing to struggle with her feelings. She watched most of the Harry Potter series, her hand finding its way between her legs each time Hermione was featured in a scene. Desperately, she fondled herself wishing for the return of her mistress and to things making sense again. Mostly, she longed for someone to tell her the answers, to take control over her and make her submit… She was beginning to hate being Chloe. Oddly though, in those moments she wasn’t thinking of Emma, she found herself thinking of the weird encounter with Felicity Jones at the pool. The mature brunette seemed nice, and just as lost as she. For some reason that appealed to Chloe a lot. She also found Felicity’s green eyes to be very hot and her lips, when they shared that kiss had been soft and inviting… It was all so frustrating to think about because she didn’t have the answer. Her only solace was in the thought that Emma would be free in just a few more days and that surely, she would tell her what to do.
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Margot spent most of the day with Cara. She invited the Brit back to her quarters where they could watch TV and talk. They sat a little awkwardly on the couch, also avoiding discussion of the day before. Margot asked her how she was feeling, now that she’d had a bit more time to settle in. Cara asked Margot about her feelings toward the master and Chloe. “Its complicated,” was the primary theme. But she told Cara that she felt the Master was lost, and lonely. That he’d done what he did because he wanted people in his life and had an obvious penchant for lavish things. She didn’t defend his actions just tried to convey that she didn’t think he was as bad as his actions might suggest. As to Chloe, she mostly felt bad for her. She had, Margot said, “lost a lot of who she was and had gone a little crazy in the punishment room.” Finally adding that she didn’t know exactly what to think, especially as she had taken to voluntarily wearing that slave collar again.
Mostly, the time passed in uncomfortable bouts of silence as they watched their favorite movies. The evening eventually grew late and Cara asked Margot to take her back to the main dorm, so she could do her chores before bed. The Aussie led her friend back, wondering if there was even the smallest chance they could somehow recapture the moment they had briefly shared by the pool.
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Felicity too was searching for answers. She struggled to understand her feelings for him and for Chloe. She kept repeating that kiss they shared on her first night in her head, wondering what, if anything, it meant. As to her self-styled Master, she couldn’t deny her attraction to him, but she also couldn’t deny how she hated him and how she burned with fury whenever she thought about her first nights in the punishment room, or how he’d abducted her, stolen her away from her life and made her a slave and a whore.
Later that night, however, she had a momentary reprieve from those emotions when she took her post workout shower. No sooner had she stepped in, when she heard Bella and Taylor in the stall next to her. The two lovers were obviously getting passionate and, with a soft moan, her hand dipped between her legs. She came as they did and, later, wondered if something about this place was driving her mad. Had she, before coming here, secretly longed to watch people having sex, to revel in their moans and gasps of passion? Had she always been this freaky or was the stress of being imprisoned in a sex dungeon finally taking a toll on her mind?
Day 35
After weigh in, Alex had Zeru bring Taylor Swift to one of the three remaining VIP suites. She seemed frightened of what the small hyena-like guard had in store for her until she saw Alex standing inside. She rushed to his side, melting into his arms when she saw the package containing the new all black attire of a level 4. “Thank you, Master. I won’t let you down.”
Zeru left and she pressed her body tightly against his and began to suck on his neck as her hand traveled down his chest to the bulge in his thin linen pants. “Whoa…hold on a sec,” he said laughing as he gently pushed her hand away. “I’ve got a few more things before we get to that.” She gave him a pouty look but plopped down on the couch.
“First, I know that you’ve still been seeing both Bella and Cara.” Taylor flushed in embarrassment. She hated disappointing him and never considered how he had likely been monitoring her on the plethora of cameras. “It’s not fair to them that you continue stringing them both along. You could choose one or the other, who knows, maybe they’d be interested in sharing, but either way, you’ll have to talk to them and make a decision. I’ll give you till tomorrow night to figure it out. After that I’m going to sit the three of you down and lay all the chips on the table so, if you don’t choose, you may end up losing both…understand?” He took her hands and knelt in front of her. “I know you’re feeling strong emotions, unfamiliar emotions. But I’m not going to let you hurt either of them through inaction. Ok?”
There were tears welling in Taylor’s eyes, but she wiped them away and nodded bravely. “Yes, Master. I…I think I can do that.”
“Good,” Alex said smiling back. “I’ve got a couple other presents for you, since you’ve been on your best behavior, more or less,” he added with a grin, “since that unfortunate business in the punishment room.” He helped her to her feet, spun her around, pulling her back against him and guided her towards the bed.
They reached the side of the bed, its curtains were drawn, hiding whatever was behind them. “Go ahead,” he whispered into her ear, “pull them back.” She looked over her shoulder at him, grinning broadly before reaching up and pulling back the curtains. Looking down on the bed, she saw three open guitar cases with three beautiful, immaculate guitars. There was a brand new K24ce 2016 six string beauty in dark Hawaiian Koa wood. Next to it was a lovely TSBT series in bright, white Sitka Spruce. Finally, was one of her very favorites, a magnificent 718e 2014 dark red, painted Sitka Spruce and Indian Rosewood six string. Next to the three opened cases was a small pile of empty journals, blank sheet music, pencils, an auto tuner, a new MacBook, microphones, and other assorted devices one might use to write and record music outside of a professional studio.
Taylor let out a soft gasp, tensing up in Alex’s arms. “I can’t give you the recording studio,” he whispered into her ear. “But I thought I could give you a way to make some music…if you wanted to.”
“They’re beautiful, Master.” Taylor said, reaching down to gently touch the 718e.
“I knew what kind of guitars you played. But I didn’t know your favorite, so I just got all three.”
She turned in his arms and kissed him on the lips. “Thank you, Master. I love them!” Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. She raised a leg, sliding it around his waist and licked her lips. “The only problem is they’re taking up all the room on the bed.”
Alex felt his cock stir. He wanted her badly, wanted to do the naughty, depraved things he knew she’d enjoy. He slid his hands down her back and tightly gripped her ass. “That is a problem,” he said, squeezing her firm butt cheeks. “But it’s not the only one. I’ve got one more gift.”
“Another?” she said breathily, before sucking on his earlobe.
“Well, it’s really a gift for the VIP ladies, but…” he shuddered as Taylor’s tongue pressed into his ear and her fingertips began to run along the shaft of his penis through the thin pants he wore… “what was I saying?”
“I’m so fucking wet, Master…”
Alex laughed euphorically, “I don’t think that was it…” but he lifted her off the ground by her ass. She wrapped both long legs around him and kissed him passionately as he carried her into the suite’s private restroom.
Once inside, he dropped her, grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and roughly pushed her to her knees on the cold tile floor. She gasped in surprise, looking up at him just as he gave her a hard but controlled slap to the face. “You good for nothing cum dumpster, get my dick out and do the only thing you’re good for.”
Taylor’s eyes rolled a little bit in her head as she was degraded. She bit her lip, feeling her pussy spasm and begin to absolutely drip in anticipation of taking her master’s big, hard cock. Licking her lips, she wasted no time pulling the string that held up his pants before yanking them down his legs.
Just as Taylor was about to dive forward and swallow his dick, Alex reached out and seized her throat, “open up slut, let me see that tongue.” The diva grunted in surprise and struggled to breathe as Alex clamped down hard on her esophagus. Her face began to redden as she opened her mouth and extended her tongue like a welcome mat for his dick. Alex cleared his throat, spat a fat wad of phlegm into her mouth, then stuffed his prick into her face.
Before she could swallow, or even catch her breath, Alex’s cock was buried in her throat. Taylor wrapped her fat lips around it and began to swallow, opening her throat as her master drove down hard with his prick. She cupped he underside of his fat dick with her tongue, undulating it and making it vibrate each time she moaned or gasped for breath. He held two handfuls of her hair and began to ram his cock down into her mouth with all his strength, stepping forward so he was right on top of her and driving it in again and again.
Taylor’s lips stretched wide as Alex jammed his cock as far down her throat as he could get it. Back and forth he fucked her face causing the blonde diva to choke, sputter and gag around the thick, piercing invader. “You’re a worthless fucking slut,” Alex hissed. “Taking dick is they only thing a skank like you should ever do.” Her blue eyes rolled in her head each time he thrust home, loving every second of the degrading way he used her body.
Forced down on to her ass so that her master could stand directly over her, Taylor no longer needed her hands for balance. She took advantage of this by pushing aside her shorts and thong and brushing her fingers against her bald, quivering twat. Her eyes began to water as she began to rub and stroke her clit, while trying desperately to maintain eye contact with the man’s whose monster cock filled her throat.
Soon thick bands of saliva pooled from her lips, coating her master’s prick and connecting her lips to his hard, thrusting pelvis. She struggled to catch her breath. In this position, her master could easily fill her throat and grant her only the briefest window to breathe. He kept up the hard, brutal pace, his balls slapping against her chin and his pelvis slamming into her nose. Snot dripped from her nose adding further bands of liquid to those from her lips.
The feeling of Taylor Swift’s hot throat. Her tongue undulating against the underside of his hard, thrusting prick. The way she desperately gasped for breath each time he briefly exited her windpipe was pushing Alex over the edge. He was going to blow his load any moment. He let go of her hair, pushing her face away from him with a hard shove. She went sprawling to the bathroom floor. Alex quickly lifted the lid of the toilet, as he furiously pumped his cock in his fist. “Fuck,” he groaned as he exploded in orgasm. He pumped out three hot loads all over the white plastic seat.
“Get over here, bitch,” he said breathing heavily, “lick up my cum like a good whore.” Taylor’s eyes shot up to him in surprise and she hesitated the briefest moment. Alex shot forward, grabbed her hair and hauled her back in front of the toilet. Cruelly, he mashed her face against the seat. “I said lick up this cum, you slut!”
Tentatively, Taylor’s tongue left her mouth and began to lap at the pool of cum by her lips. “mmmmmhhh,” she groaned in pleasure and humiliation. A moment later, she was licking the toilet seat enthusiastically. Alex kept a firm grip on her hair, shoving her from one puddle of cum to the next and watching as the former pop mega star sucked up his cum right from the toilet seat.
“You really are a fucking slut, you know that?”
Taylor nodded, “yes, Master, I’m a dirty, filthy cum dumpster… I need your sweet, sticky seed.” Her eyes rolled in her head, her whole body practically shuddered in orgasm as Alex held her there against the toilet seat.
When the last pool of jizz had been consumed, Alex thrust Taylor’s face into the cold water of the bowl. “I better clean you up, if I’m going to fuck that slutty pussy!” He held her head in the water till she was flopping and struggling for freedom. She caught the briefest reprieve to breathe as Alex pulled her to her knees and bent her over the bowl. “Tell me you want my cock, whore.”
“Master,” she gasped as toilet water dripped from her nose and lips, “please fuck my slutty holes. I need your dick…so bad…”
Alex tensed in anticipation. He practically ripped the shorts and thong from her waist, yanking them down her legs into a bundle around her knees. He then shoved her face back in the water and his dick into her sopping wet cunt.
Taylor grunted in shock and surprise as her master’s thick, meaty cock, already hard again, plunged inside her. He held her with both hands by the hair, as he ferociously pounded her twat. When she began to go limp from lack of oxygen, he’d pull her head free of the water, giving her a scant second to breathe before her face went back in, all while thrusting viciously inside her.
The degradation and humiliation was driving her wild. Taylor’s cunt was dripping wet, and with each of her master’s unrelenting thrusts hot, sticky girl cum sloshed out. Alex continued this brutal pace till he felt her pussy tense just before orgasm. He then pulled out and thrust himself into her asshole, yanking back hard on her hair as he did. Taylor’s mouth, momentarily free of the water opened, her tongue springing free as she groaned loudly in pain and pleasure. Toilet water dripped from her face as he forced his way past her tight sphincter. “Tell me, bitch, are you my little anal cumslut?”
Before she could answer, he shoved her, open-mouthed, back into the water. She sputtered as the liquid filled her mouth, grunting little air bubbles as her master began to seriously assault her anus. It only took Alex a few hard strokes to burry himself in Taylor’s ass. He held her under the water as he forced his way in and established a good rhythm before he felt the diva begin to go limp. In need of oxygen, Alex pulled back hard on her hair, again freeing her face from the water. “Answer me, bitch. Are you my little anal cumslut?”
“Oh, my God, Master…” she gasped, trying to catch her breath “. . .I’m whatever you want me to be.”
Alex watched as his slick, fat man meat spread Taylor Swift’s asshole wide. He reveled in watching it move in and out, stretching her little pink rosebud to its very limit. The pop diva was getting close, but he wasn’t quite ready to let her cum yet. He continued thrusting vigorously in and out of her butthole, working his prick back and forth as he alternated holding her under the water and pulling her head out, so she could breath.
Soon, she was just a slave to his dick. Both were covered in sweat, their bodies colliding against one another as Taylor’s rectum gripped his cock like a vice. “Fuck,” she’d groan, or “God, Master, your cock is so huge,” each time he allowed her to catch a breath. And soon, Taylor lost all control of her body. She was shuddering, trembling, and it was all she could do to breathe each time he pulled her face out of the water.
He thrust her head back below the water as he slammed himself deep into her asshole. “Where do you want my cum, slut?” he grunted. Taylor’s body shook, and she fought to free her face from the toilet, so she could catch a breath and answer her master. Reaching out, Alex flushed the toilet, filling the small restroom with a swooshing sound and a sharp gasp of breath.
“My mouth, Master, I want to swall—” the water refilled, interrupting Taylor’s request with a gurgling sputter as water again filled her mouth.
“Good girl,” Alex mocked, yanking his dick from her ass and stuffing it back into her pussy without missing a stroke. Taylor spasmed in orgasm and Alex continued pounding away as hot thick girl cum sprayed from her cunt. He slammed himself in with deep hard strokes and she came again and again, till he too was on the verge of orgasm, and she of blacking out.
He thrust into her, holding her head under the water, till he was one stroke away from blowing his load. Then he yanked her face free of the toilet bowl and Taylor had just enough time for one breath before her master’s dick again filled her throat. Alex pushed himself all the way down in one hard, brutal thrust, cutting the diva off again from precious oxygen. He held himself there as a powerful orgasm exploded from his dick. With a loud groan of ecstasy, Alex began to slowly work his prick back and forth in her throat. Using her esophagus and tongue to literally milk ever drop of cum from his cock.
Taylor’s face was beat red and her lips turning blue before he spurted out the last ounce of jizz. He pulled himself free and shoved her to the floor as the diva immediately gasped for breath. “Clean yourself up, whore, you look like a total fucking slut,” and Alex left her on the floor of the restroom, in a puddle of cum and toilet water, gasping for air.
The former pop star was an absolute mess. Her wavy blonde hair stuck out every which way from the rough handling Alex had given it. The makeup she wore, once immaculate, was smeared over her dripping face. The dark red lipstick she’d wore was now just a splotch covering her face, mascara ran in streams down her cheeks and her eyes were pale and bloodshot. She sat on the floor for several long moments just breathing and trying to recover. However, she had never felt so turned on in her life. Even now, in the aftermath of several powerful orgasms, she felt her pussy dampen remembering how he’d treated her and couldn’t help but long for that feeling again.
She rose up on shaky legs to the sink and washed her face clean, then removed her old, soaking wet clothes. She wouldn’t need them anymore now that she was a level 4 anyway. She dried herself with a towel and went back into her new room.
Alex was stretched out on the couch, arms behind his head and a contented smile on his face. He looked over at her when she exited, giving her a sweet, loving smile. “You were great…”
“Thanks…” she smiled back, sill teetering on unstable legs. “I…I didn’t think you’d still be here,” she said crossing the floor and kneeling next to him.
He reached out to tenderly stroke her cheek. “Well, I did say I had one more gift, before you so pleasantly interrupted me, didn’t I?”
“I suppose you did,” she said, leaning into his hand with an easy smile.
“Why don’t we get dressed, Zeru’s bringing it down now.”
“Ok, Master,” she grinned, kissing him lightly on the lips before popping to her feet and donning her new level 4 attire.
Alex rose, pulled his pants back on and stepped into his slippers right about the time there was a knock at the door. He turned to Taylor, “close your eyes,” then told Zeru to come on in. The hyena-like guard entered and sat Taylor’s other gift on the sofa while Alex slipped his arms around her waist. When he left, Alex whispered to her, “open up.”
The tall, leggy diva gasped when she looked down and saw in a small wooden crate, no bigger than a shoe box, a tiny baby kitten. The kitten had pure white fur and was blinking up at them with pale blue eyes. “She’s a Turkish Angora, ten weeks old, has her shots, and is weaned from her mom. All that’s left is to give her a name.”
“She’s mine, Master?” Taylor said, turning toward Alex with a bright, jubilant smile on her face.
Alex couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. “Yes,” he said giving her a squeeze, “and no. She’ll stay in your room, and you’re responsible for her care, but she’s free to roam in the VIP area and the other VIPs can play with her. I’d actually prefer that you don’t keep her cooped up in your quarters all the time.”
Suddenly, Taylor’s eyes filled with tears and she leaned against Alex, sobbing uncontrollably.
Alex held her tight as she wept, “what’s wrong?” he said consolingly, “I thought you’d be happy.”
A few moments later she recovered enough to look him in the eyes. There was sadness there and anger. Her lips trembled before turning into a vicious scowl. She slapped him hard across the face. “I fucking hate you,” she spat. “Get the fuck out of my room, asshole!” She continued to batter and slap him in an uncontrollable rage till he finally backed out of the room. Once outside, she promptly slammed the door in his face, leaving Alex to scratch his head in bewilderment, wondering what he’d done.
It donned on him as he went back to his room, that perhaps with his gifts, he’d reminded her too much of her old life. She’d had a cat very similar to the one he’d just given her, obviously had a career in music and owned many of the same guitars of other implements she’d also just received. Perhaps she even remembered how many people had considered her the ‘good girl,’ and Alex had just degraded her by fucking her with her face in a toilet.
He’d have to give her a few days to calm down before talking with her again. By then, she’d hopefully have made up her mind which of her current lovers she wanted to be with. Otherwise it could really make their next meeting quite awkward.
Alex spent most of the rest of that day preparing for the next two. He had two big events coming up for both days, but tomorrow his plans had originally revolved around using Taylor Swift, to help him with Felicity Jones, so he had to spend some time working on a new solution. Later in the day, a few hours before lights out, he went into the main dorm to fulfill his need for an evening lay and found Cara lounging on a couch, likely waiting on Taylor to come out of Bella’s room. She was probably quite unaware that Taylor had spent the whole morning with him, was currently very upset, hadn’t returned to the main dorm, and wouldn’t be showing up to meet her. He asked if she was willing to spend time with him, and, once she agreed, they spent a few sweaty hours in her cell, where he left her snoozing soundly.
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Without Taylor around, Bella decided to find a new workout buddy for the day. After weigh in, she cautiously approached Chloe and asked if she wanted to exercise together. The blonde teen agreed, and they spent the morning together. They didn’t discuss their own experience together poolside, but they did ponder some of the other implications of the encounters witnessed there. Bella expressed her jealousy about seeing Margot and Taylor together and Chloe asked Bella if she thought Felicity was into her. While neither found any definitive answers to their questions, it was good to have someone familiar to talk things out with. After their workout, they went their own way. The redhead spent the rest of her day doing her chores and watching TV and wondering if Taylor was going to show back up in the main dorm today, and about why the master had summoned her in the first place.
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Chloe, on the other hand, was feeling better than she had the previous two days. After working out, she did her chores then asked Felicity if she wanted to watch a movie together. The Brit informed her that she had already used all her TV time. The teen replied: “I won’t tell if you don’t.” So, the two sat and watched a movie. Felicity sat in the recliner, leaving Chloe with the couch and wondering if it was coincidence that the Brit took the chair, or if it was a choice designed to put distance between them. Either way, Chloe spent most of the movie worrying what the other woman was thinking. After the movie, Felicity thanked Chloe for the invite and left to do her own chores. Meanwhile, the teen retreated to her room where she spent the rest of the day in solitude.
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After her chores were done and just as Felicity was going into the exercise room, she was approached by Margot. The Aussie joined her for her workout, talked to her, asked polite questions to checked up on her, and just made sure she was doing ok and fitting in as well as possible. Felicity found the whole thing a little degrading…like she was the puppy no one wanted and in need of extra attention. In truth, she felt even more like a prisoner as she talked with Margot, the current assistant warden, checking in on the new inmate. It honestly made her want to puke. She wasn’t sure she wanted to fit in here. Fitting in meant she was comfortable and she didn’t want to ever be comfortable here, in some sicko’s sex dungeon. The whole thing made her want to cry. She muddled through it, gave the answers she thought the Aussie wanted to hear, just to get rid of her. Afterwards, she took a shower and curled into bed, sobbing until much later when sleep overtook her.
Day 36
Today was the fifth day of Emma’s exile. The Brit had been driven practically insane from the solitary nature of her punishment. She yearned for human contact, and found herself longing for the twenty minutes of the day she got to spend with Margot, doing her personal weigh in. That problem was exacerbated by the fact that she had also been forbidden to masturbate. By this point, she was exceedingly horny, but knew she would be under heavy surveillance, that the slightest misstep would land her back at level 1 and she couldn’t except that. She spent her days reading and writing, using the suite’s exercise equipment and watching the occasional movie while trying not to think on all the fun she missed out on at the pool party. The time dragged by painfully slow as she realized this was the worst possible punishment Alex could have inflicted. It was mind-numbing being left so alone, and worse, without him. She wondered if he would even come and see her tomorrow… a day before her punishment was to be over. Time was a weird thing down here, but according to her calculations, and the date on her iPod it was a special day and she hoped she wouldn’t have to spend it alone. She prayed Alex would show up, if only for an hour or two.
                                                                        ***
The day after being promoted, after being gifted all those amazing presents and her new suite, Taylor Swift didn’t bother showing up for weigh in. She kept the lights off in her room, curled under her covers. The only times she rose from beneath them was to use the restroom at the beginning of the day, later, to feed the kitten, because it wasn’t her fault the master was a dirty fucking prick and, finally, when Margot Robbie came in, unannounced and without knocking, in the latter part of the evening.
Margot stepped in, looking around the room with an unreadable look on her face. “Taylor,” she called out softly, flipping on one of the room’s small lamps. “Are you in here?”
“Of course, I am,” she replied in a quiet, despondent tone, “where else would I be?” Sitting up in bed, her legs hung over the edge, she wore just the new black tee and her new thong. “Did the Master send you to check up on me?”
“Yes,” Margot said, taking a few steps in and leaning against the back of her couch. “He’s worried. I’m worried, not showing up for weigh in…that’s a big deal. You could jeopardize your promotion…that means the suite…your gifts,” she added, looking to the pile of recording stuff and guitars stacked near the bed. “You don’t want that, do you?”
“Of course not,” she said with a heavy sigh. “It’s just all this…it reminded me of my old life. Of freedom, music, love… and how now…I’m just a slave, a hole for the master to stick his dick in. It reminded me of how I used to be and how far I’ve fallen since coming here.” She didn’t say it, but she as much as she hated him right now, she loved him just as much and knew deep down that he was like a drug her body craved and couldn’t get enough of. At that moment, Taylor couldn’t keep it together any longer. She buried her face in her hands and began to weep.
Margot crossed the short distance between them and wrapped the singer in a consoling hug. Taylor flung her arms around Margot, hiding her face in the Aussie’s shoulder and cried as she clutched her tight. She ran her fingers through the singer’s curly blonde hair “shhhh,” she quietly soothed, “everything will be ok.” It was a lie, she knew. None of them would ever leave this place. But that didn’t mean, she honestly believed, that there weren’t some good things down here too. At the same time, she had to admit that sometimes the master could take things too far. In this case, taking things too far in a good way.
Margot held Taylor tight while she cried, gently stroking her back and hair and making soothing comments till the singer had no more tears left to give. When she was all cried out, she pulled her back and looked down at her, giving her a reassuring smile. “Feeling better?” she asked softly.
Taylor looked up at Margot, her day-old mascara had smeared in streaks down her tear-stained cheeks, her lips trembled and there was despair in her eyes. She shook her head no as tears she no longer had again threatened to fall. She clutched the Aussie tightly, again burring her face in the actress’s shoulder. “What am I going to do?” she sobbed.
“I don’t know what to tell you, hun.” Margot said as consolingly as possible, gently holding onto her head. “We’re stuck here… but that doesn’t mean your life is over. You’ve got friends, you’ve got Bella… and believe it or not, the master does care about you.”
Taylor was quiet for a while. She held Margot close, just breathing and trying to get a hold on herself. Friends, she thought. Bella…Cara…The Master…the choice he was forcing her to make. It was all so much, she felt overwhelmed. She needed something, she didn’t know what. Pulling back, she looked up at Margot, who again offered her a brilliant, reassuring smile. There were so many conflicting emotions surging through her. Suddenly, she remembered how the Aussie had made her feel by the pool. She felt a tingling between her legs and, without a moment of hesitation, launched herself forward, planting a soft, wet kiss on her full lips.
Margot was surprised by the suddenness of it. Taylor flung herself into Margot’s arms, leaned in, and kissed her on the lips. A quick gasp of surprise and the singer’s tongue was in her mouth. Hot, wet, urgently, Taylor slid into her lap, wrapping herself around her and pressing the kiss even deeper. Before she could even contemplate the ramifications of her actions, Margot found herself pawing at the singer’s chest and returning the kiss with equal vigor. She clutched the diva close, running her hands through her hair and sucking passionately on her tongue.
Taylor gasped for breath as she pulled away with a tear-stained grin. She shoved Margot back on the bed and pounced on top of her. Their lips again met in passion, this time it was the Aussie’s tongue plunging past the singer’s lips as her legs wrapped around her waist. Margot’s hand’s trailed down her back, past the waist band of her thong and gripped her firm ass in a tight grip.
The two ladies tangled together, kissing and groping one another in hot, longing need. Taylor pulled Margot’s shirt off, while she in turn removed the singer’s. Neither wore a bra, and a moment later, the diva was sucking on Margot’s hard erect nipples. “What are we doing?” the Aussie gasped. “This isn’t right…” she said as she clutched Taylor head while the singer pulled on her tits with her lips.
“Don’t think…” Taylor breathed. “You’re so fucking hot…just do.” With that she plunged down Margot’s chest, kissing and licking the lines of her stomach, plunging her tongue into her sexy belly button before sitting up just enough to yank the sleek black shorts down her legs. The thong went with them and Margot’s pussy was hairless, pink and already wet. Taylor looked up into the Aussie’s lustful green eyes, her blue eyes were filled with need. Margot gave her the slightest nod of assent as she licked her lips and Taylor dove in.
The former diva wasted no time, pressing her tongue deep into Margot’s eager sex and sucking hungrily on her clit. The Aussie arched her back, moaning in pleasure, tossing her head against the bed and clutching Taylor’s as the singer lapped at her pussy. “Fuck your tongue is soft…” she gasped as it swirled around her clit.
With one hand, Taylor kept a firm grip on Margot’s thighs to keep the slim blonde from sliding away from her, the other dipped between own her legs, gently pushed aside her thong, and began to lightly stroke her dripping cunt. Soon, she was furiously grinding against her fingers as the Aussie humped her mouth. “Damn you’re sexy…” she said breathily before sucking her clit back between her lips and running her tongue over its sensitive surface.
“Talk less,” Margot gasped, “suck more.” Using her grip on the singer’s hair, she pressed her tight against her sex, moaning and grinding in response as Taylor vigorously sucked and lapped at her sensitive clit. Margot was breathing hot and heavy under the singer’s expert skill, her chest rising and falling. She cupped one of her small perky tits, squeezing the nipple out through her fingers as her other hand kept Taylor’s mouth pinned against her cunt.
Taylor, meanwhile, slipped two fingers into her own pussy and began to slowly work them back and forth. She moaned deep into Margot’s pussy as she slowly pressed them in as far as they would go. She worked her fingers in and out as her tongue danced and played with Margot’s clit and soon she had them both on the verge of orgasm.
Just as she was about to come, Margot pulled urgently up on Taylor’s hair, yanking the singer into a hot, wet, passion-fueled kiss. The blonde diva pressed her naked, sweating body against Margot’s, withdrawing her fingers to wrap her arms around the former actress’s head. Their tongues glided over one another and their lips mashed insistently together as they held each other close. “Spin around,” Margot breathed lustily, “let’s do each other.”
Taylor slid off her panties, pushing them hastily down her legs. After she was fully nude, she rolled onto her back, taking Margot along with her, pulling the shorter blonde onto her chest. She looked into Margot’s gorgeous, green, lustful eyes and gave the Aussie a playful grin. “I want you to ride my face,” she whispered.
Margot laughed, hoping up and spinning around. She grabbed hold of Taylor’s thighs and buried her face in the singer’s snatch. The diva groaned as Margot sucked her clit between her lips. She in turn clamped down on the Aussie’s round ass, pulling her down so she could plunge her tongue back into the actress’s dripping wet cunt.
A moment later, the two ladies were rocking back and forth in the throes of ecstasy. They held on tightly to one another as the lapped and sucked on the other’s sex. “Fuck, Taylor, your tongue is amazing,” Margot groaned as she pushed her hips back against the diva’s urgently probing tongue.
“If you like that...” the diva replied, as a long low moan broke from her lips “…you’ll love this.” She gasped for breath, wrapped her lips back around the slim blonde’s clit and slipped the two digits that had, moments ago, been in her own pussy, into Margot’s. Taylor then began to work her fingers back and forth, desperate to taste the Aussie’s hot, sweet, girl cum.
Margot sat up, pushing her hips down hard on Taylor’s thrusting digits and lapping tongue. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum!” She bit down on her lip, her eyes rolling in her head as she worked her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy across the diva’s face. Supporting herself with one hand, the other found its way between Taylor’s legs and began to vigorously rub her clit.
“Keep rubbing me, just like that…” Taylor moaned. She pressed her legs together, clutching Margot’s rubbing hand before putting her mouth back to work on the Aussie’s spasming pussy. The slim blonde riding her face didn’t disappoint, continuing the intense assault on her clit, even as she pressed her hips back again onto her face. They worked together rubbing, licking, grinding and sucking till both were covered in a thin sheen of sweat and on the verge of powerful orgasms.
“I’m cumming—” Margot cried.
“Fuck me—" Taylor said in unison.
The two lovers came together in hard, electric orgasm. Both moaning long and low as they rode the wave of pleasure being given to them by the other. Their legs shuddered, their bodies quivered, their pussies spasmed as they exploded together in blissful unity. The moment of perfect bliss was fleeting, as just a second later, Margot collapsed onto Taylor’s chest and both ladies fought to catch their breath.
“Damn,” Margot giggled, laying there between Taylor’s splayed legs “that was amazing. What came over you?”
“I don’t know,” Taylor panted, giving Margot’s thick ass a playful swat, “I guess I just felt the need to take control over something in my life. You were just caught in the path, I guess.”
“Well sign me up for that anytime,” she added with another euphoric laugh.
Margot turned herself around a moment later, she smiled down into the tired eyes of her new lover. Taylor reached up and gently brushed a strand of the Aussie’s golden hair from her eyes, smiling back. They kissed again. But this time it wasn’t the passion-fueled, urgent kissing accompanying love-making, but something more tender and sweet, a kiss for lovers.
Margot rested her head against Taylor’s breast. The singer cradled her in her arms, much the same as they had slept by the pool a few days earlier, and soon, both were fast asleep
                                                                        ***
For Chole and Bella, the day passed less extravagantly. Bella spent another boring day wondering where her lover was, and worrying about why she hadn’t shown up for weigh in. She did her exercise, again asking Chloe if she wanted to join her. The blonde teen did and they spent an easy afternoon together. Parting ways when they were done to get their individual chores done.
                                                                        ***
Cara spent the earlier part of the day with Margot. The Aussie invited the Brit back to her quarters for a day of swimming, exercise and TV in a further attempt to seduce the woman of her dreams. It was overall a pretty fun day. They splashed and played in the pool, chatted about the decorative ceiling, and Margot even gave Cara a kiss as they sat and soaked in the hot tub. The Brit didn’t outright shut down her advance, but she didn’t launch herself into the kiss either. Something seemed to be bothering her, and when Margot tried to ask her about it, her friend just got quiet. Margot wondered if it had anything to do with Taylor Swift, or the pool party… but didn’t press the issue, fearing that it could make things worse. After the swim, they blew off some steam with exercise and later curled up to watch TV and eat popcorn, neither mentioning the awkward kiss from earlier. As the hour grew late, there was a knock on the door. It was the master asking if Margot would check in on Taylor. He had no comment when Cara asked him if this had anything to do with her missing weigh in but told Margot he would take her back through the VIP door.
“You know she’s crushing on you in a major way, right,” the master said to Cara once they were in the VIP lounge and well out of ear shot.
“Yeah…I guess I do,” Cara replied, looking uncomfortably at the floor as they started walking back to the main dorm.
“So, what’s the deal, you don’t like her, or you waiting for someone else? You seemed into her at the pool party.”
“I don’t know…Master,” she still seemed uncomfortable with his title, “I…I…On the outside, I always had this thing for Taylor Swift that I knew would never be a thing. But, being here, that fantasy has the potential of being reality and…I just don’t know if I can let it go.” She glanced over at him, there was uncertainty in the blue of her eyes. “At least, you know, without trying to make it happen.”
Alex smiled down at her, trying to show the sympathy he had for her dilemma. “I know a little something about not being able to let your fantasies go…” he said gesturing to the walls “…fantasy is what built this place.” He wrapped a consoling arm around her shoulders. “The best advice I can give is that dreams can become reality,” he gave her a little squeeze, “but they can also turn into nightmares. The trick is knowing when to wake up.”
She laughed, leaning her head against his chest. “Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
“So…” she said, looking up at him again, a mischievous little smile on her face, “was that your way of suggesting I give up on Taylor and give Margot a chance?”
“Not at all,” Alex replied with a laugh. “It was my way of saying that waiting for something to happen can end up biting you in the ass. If you want something, make it happen.”
They reached the door to the main dorm, but before Alex could place his thumb over the panel to open it, Cara darted in front of him, leaned back against it and gave him her best ‘come hither’ look. He seized her arms and pinned them above her head, pressing his body against her. She leaned in, trying to kiss him, but Alex tilted his head back, keeping his lips just out of reach. “Trying to make something happen?” he quipped with a grin.
Cara bit her lip, her tongue flicking out to dart over them, that mischievous light was a glow in her gorgeous eyes and she had the sexiest grin Alex thought he’d ever seen on her face. “Maybe,” she purred in her husky English accent.
He leaned in again, this time allowing their lips to meet. Cara sighed as she opened her mouth and sucked lightly upon his tongue as he pressed it past her lips. The slim Brit slid a leg around his waist pulling Alex close as he kept her arms pinned over her head. She held him there, grinding her hips against his as the kiss deepened. A moment later, Alex pulled away and both took a deep breath.
“Whoa…” Cara sighed, still breathing deep “…that was amazing.”
Alex released her hands, which she wrapped around his neck. He gave her a gentle smile and smoothed a strand of her dirty blonde hair from her eyes. “You’re amazing.”
“Do you want to come back to my cell then?” she asked, again biting her lip and looking mischievous as she tried to pull him closer. “We could have a little fun, I reckon.”
Alex was amazed at how well she was coming along. He wasn’t sure if she was acting or if the long trip here combined with seeing what the alternative to being a willing member of his harem looked like had helped her to settle in more quickly. But it seemed Cara was, at least mostly, fully acclimated to life here. She nuzzled his neck and heard her breathing in his scent as she continued to softly grind her hips against his. Then again, he thought, feeling her pussy pressing against the bulge in his pants, maybe she just wanted his dick.
It was difficult to keep his composure with this gorgeous blonde Brit pressed up against him rubbing her pussy against his prick, but Alex tried to focus. “Can I ask you something, without ruining what we’ve got going on here, right now?” he said running his hands along the back of Cara’s neck.
“Sure,” she whispered, lightly kissing and running her lips along his neck.
Alex shivered. “I’ve set something up tonight. I was planning,” he said slowly sliding his hands down her shoulders and sides, “to help Ms. Jones.” Originally, he’d hoped to use Taylor Swift for this, as Felicity seemed to enjoy watching the diva’s sexual exploits. Given what was currently going on with her, he’d instead planned to use Chloe. However, Cara was here, she wanted him and seemed eager, so why not give it a try…
“Help her how?” Cara breathed as she wound her fingers through his hair.
“To relax, fit in better—”
“Feel more comfortable,” she added, sucking softly on his neck.
“Exactly. She seemed to let her guard down some at the pool party. But aside from that, she’s been so…pent up. I want to help her before she gets lost to loneliness and despair.”
There was a long, quiet pause as Cara held herself against him. Her perky breasts were pressed against his chest, her leg wound around his waist, her hands trailed through his hair and her lips brushed against his neck. It was an amazing feeling. The pause, as she took in what he’d said went on so long and she felt so good against him, Alex almost decided to call the whole thing off and fuck Ms. Delevingne right here against this door. But, just as he was about to make his move, she whispered, “you want to fuck me while she watches?”
Alex shuddered, she felt so good against him, she smelled like heaven and her lips on his neck were sending electric pleasure right down his spine. “Only if you want to.”
He smoothed back her hair, so she would look up into his eyes. She bit her lip, smiling a mysterious little grin. “She likes to watch, huh?” There was a pure, almost innocent amusement in her blue eyes.
“It seems that way.”
Cara laughed, soft and musical. She gently kissed his lips before quickly pulling back with an enthusiastic grin. “So, how do we do this?”
                                                                        ***
For Felicity Jones, the worst part of living in the harem, other than not being able to leave, of course, was never having privacy. The only place one could be alone with their thoughts was locked in their cell, which was where she spent most the day. The previous day with Margot had, despite it being a constant reminder of being trapped here, made her take a hard look at her situation.
The first celebrities he kidnapped were abducted well over a month ago, and she knew from the news before he’d taken her that the authorities had nothing to go on. It was time to face the fact that she might spend the rest of her life down here. It certainly seemed Margot, Emma and the others of that first group were of that mindset. Given what she’d seen of the security and remoteness of this place, that thought didn’t seem so outlandish…
If she were to take being trapped here as a fact, which seemed to be the only logical choice, the only questions that remained were how she would live, what would she live for, and what did she want of her time down here? Would she be happy living in this little one room cell for the rest of her life? Could she deal with the humiliation of being his little slave whore in exchange for the perks associated with promotion? It was all so much to consider. She spent the whole day, aside from doing her chores and exercise late that afternoon, laying in bed and contemplating the answers to these questions, and yes, shedding more than a few tears in the process. Sadly, by the time the lights in the complex dimmed, Felicity had yet to resolve any of it…she had nothing but time though… or so she thought.
She’d dozed off, hell, she’d been asleep. But the sound of her room door unlocking, swinging out, and the bright light from her hallway had awoken her. “Fuck!” she’d heard as a soft groan of pleasure coming from a good distance away.
She slid naked out of bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The door to her cell was supposed to be closed till morning. She’d never heard of anyone being let out early… It had to be the middle of the night, she thought with a yawn. Deciding to investigate, she pulled on her new blue shorts and top. Then she heard it again, “fuck!” and a soft wet sound of flesh slapping together. The noise immediately made her pussy tingle. Despite herself, she gripped one of her breasts through the fabric of her shirt, squeezing her nipple between her fingers. She took a deep breath, bit her lip and silently stalked out of the room, in the direction of the noise.
As she left her room and moved into the hallway, which separated her cell from the main dorm, the hall light dimmed back to its usual evening level. She glanced up at it curiously wondering what was going on. That was when the sound coming from up ahead drew her attention back, the sound of hot, heavy fucking. Felicity reached the end of the hall, the door into the main dorm, despite all previous protocol, was also slightly ajar.
Gripping the door frame, she peered out of the darkened hall and into the dim lights of the main dorm. She saw them there on one of the black leather couches at the far end of the room. By the slim, sexy outline of her back and her long, dirty blonde hair, it was Cara Delevingne. She was sitting in his lap, her clothes in a pile on the floor. She had a sleek, black cloth wound around her head, covering her eyes. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and she was slowly bouncing up and down on his cock.
Cara’s feet were propped on his knees and, using her legs and arms, she was doing all the work, while he leaned back drinking in her body with his gaze. As she watched, the slim blonde leaned in and kissed his lips as she slowly rode on his prick. “Fuck,” she said just loud enough to fill the room and to filter back down the hallway she was in.
Again, Felicity felt a shiver run through her body, her pussy tingled, begging to be touched. She took a deep breath, licked her lips and gently cupped her breast. He saw her then, standing in the door frame watching them. Cara couldn’t see, thank goodness, but he smiled over at her. The look on his face suggesting he wanted her to watch… Of course, he did. He had set this up.
Felicity’s face flushed red in anger. He was manipulating her, wanting her to participate in this gross abnormality he called a harem. She half turned, ready to stalk back to her cell and slam the door, but something stopped her. This was the moment! It occurred to her, this was where she had to choose. She could live alone, miserable here in her one room cell, eking out a lonely existence, fearing rape and worse, or participate, and become a whore for favor and promotion.
It was an impossible choice. Tears leaked from her eyes. An impossible choice with only one solution, the one everyone else here had chosen. Capitulation. As everyone else had discovered, what this place was designed to show, was that it was far better to feign happiness, to fake a desire to be here, and to want him than to resist. Fighting the inevitability of this place only came with one outcome…misery, physical and emotional anguish. Participation in the illusion of happiness however, also had a price. The more one gave in, the more lines you crossed, the less you came to realize just what it was you were becoming. In this case, participation was designed to turn strong, independent women into cock hungry, sex crazed, sluts… She swallowed hard as emotion overwhelmed her, her legs felt shaky, and she had to wipe the tears from her face. It was the only choice… Felicity hated herself and she hated him even more, but she released her grip on the door and walked slowly across the floor.
                                                                        ***
Days 32-36
Dove Cameron had never been so terrified in her life. While her companion in this nightmare, Ariana Grande, seemed dangerously fearless. She had watched while the diva fought tooth and nail while their abductors had tried to subdue the feisty singer. Eventually, they’d injected her with drugs, stripped her naked and bound her tightly in duct tape before tossing her back down on the mattress next to her.
She spent the rest of that night bound and gagged, forced to watch Ariana lying unconscious as she drooled into her hair while the three huge African kidnappers played video games and laughed about the look on her ‘stupid’ face. Even more horrifying was when she heard them talking about taking her and Ariana to their boss’s harem and debating on whether they’d get to fuck one or both of them upon their arrival. This talk all seemed to be for her torment as later they spoke in a language she couldn’t understand. Much later, her joints stiff and burning from being bound so long, she fell into a fitful sleep, filled with terrible dreams.
The next day she woke as a steel shod boot pressed against her face just hard enough to hurt but not enough to damage. “Wake up, Princess,” came the deep, merciless voice of the huge, coal black-skinned kidnapper whom Ariana had shot with the stun gun.
Dove was still bound and gagged, her mouth was bone dry and her joints practically frozen from being locked in place so long. She looked up at him to let him know she was awake, so hopefully he’d stop pressing his boot heel against her face. But made no other move, not wanting to incur any of their wrath, especially after what she’d seen Ariana do last night. He crouched down over her and held a menacing looking knife before her eyes. “If I cut you free,” he said, gripping her hair and giving it a hard tug, “will you behave?”
She nodded her head and gave what she hoped was a look of sincerity. Dove didn’t know how much longer she could hold her bladder or stand being tied up.
“Good,” he responded before taking the knife to her bindings. Once cut free, the African hauled her to her feet and, as she could barely stand, ‘helped’ Dove into the make shift restroom. It was just a wooden bench with a hole in it that went God knows where, but in her current state, Dove didn’t take the time to contemplate it. He plopped her down on the bench and pulled a little curtain which separated the ‘room’ from the rest of the shipping container. As soon as he was gone, Dove yanked down her panties and pissed. It would have been terribly embarrassing, if she wasn’t so worried about how all of this was going to end for her.
As soon as she was done, she heard his voice again from the other side of the curtain. “If you’re finished, strip and hand over your clothes, all your clothes,” he added for emphasis. Then after a short pause, “Trust me when I say you don’t want me to do it for you.”
Dove believed him, but she also didn’t want to give up her clothes. Tears formed in her beautiful green eyes as she slowly stripped, feeling more humiliated than she’d felt in her whole life. He must have heard her crying and struggling as she tried to remove her clothes. That he must have realized she was still very stiff from being tied up all night, because at the sound of her taking her clothes off, he gave her a good deal of time to finish.
She sat on the bench with the hole in it, her legs still to shaky too support her weight, but managed to remove all her clothes and sat there naked, except her socks. “Um…socks too? It’s kind of cold out there.”
“Keep your socks then,” he said after a moment. “But hand over the rest.”
Dove blinked, the tears in her eyes rolled down her cheeks as she handed the kidnapper her clothes, and what she felt was the last of her dignity. He took them from her and a moment later passed her a large white tee-shirt that looked just long enough to cover her ass, and a pair of white panties that looked like something she’d imagine her grandmother might wear. “Put this on,” the kidnapper commanded. “Come out when you’re dressed.”
It took her a moment to dress, mostly at this point because of the humiliation this situation was causing her. But when she was done, the big guardsman was waiting. “I’m Thando,” he said as she pulled aside the curtain. “This,” he motioned to the other two guards, who didn’t look up from their game, “is Taji and Ulu. We’re going to take you to our boss.” He led her back to the bed, and once there handed her a sandwich, a bag of chips and bottle of water.
The smell of bologna and salty chips hit her nose, and Dove realized she was starving. She immediately tore into the sandwich, taking two big bites before even bothering to chew.
As she ate, Thando continued. “If you behave, you’ll be treated with respect, and will be free to move about the container freely. If,” he said looking down on the still unconscious Ariana, “you don’t, there will be consequences, here, and once we reach our destination.”
By the time he finished, Dove had devoured the sandwich and was more casually eating the chips and sipping from the water.
“Any questions?” Thando asked.
Dove looked down at the floor, embarrassed and scared. “Why did you do this?” Tears again formed in her eyes. “Where are you taking us?”
He touched her shoulder gently, causing her to look up at him. “I can’t tell you where we’re going. It’s against the rules. But I can tell you that you’ve been abducted because our boss wanted you for his harem…” he paused again, trying to look a little sympathetic “…and yes, that means exactly what you might think.” He saw Dove turn green with nausea and decided against further explanation for now. He gave her shoulder a soft squeeze. “It’s not as bad as it seems if you behave.” Thando left her then, holding her water and chips, in shock and trying to wrap her head around what he’d just said.
Later that day, Ariana was offered similar treatment despite her behavior the previous day. Dove was horrified to watch as the tiny diva resisted with everything she had, uttering several mundane and racial slurs as she struggled against them. Then, after they subdued her, was forced to watch as they rigged her in some new bindings that would allow the guards to sit her on the toilet and lay her on the bed with less adjustment than reapplying duct tape every time. They then force-fed her water and told her she could eat when she “stopped acting like a fucking cunt.”
They then stuffed a gag in her mouth, sat her on the bed facing the TV and told Dove to watch the screen. “This,” the guard called Ulu said with a bitter laugh, “is what happens to you if you don’t behave. You might recognize some of the people in this video.” He laughed again, a sound that was echoed by both Thando and Taji.
Dove’s eyes grew as wide as saucers when she saw several of the guards that were with her in this very room strip down naked and surround none other than Taylor Swift. The ultra-famous megastar was among the first group of celebrities to disappear. No one knew what happened to them, though speculation had run rampant. Dove had chosen to ignore the rumors. Although at this point the ones involving sex slaves didn’t seem so crazy, especially as the five guards moved in around the prone, naked superstar.
Even Ariana grew quiet, momentarily ceasing her constant struggle against the binds and her mumbling against the gag. Her eyes too grew wide as they watched the brutal rape and degradation Taylor was subjected to at their hands. The whole scene lasted just over thirty minutes, and by the time they were done, Taylor was face down on the mattress, defeated and covered in cum and piss. The last sound Ari and Dove could hear was the pop sensation sobbing inconsolably as the cameras were turned off.
Ulu snapped off the TV. “Upon arrival, you’re expected to service your master. To behave and participate in his harem. He will explain what that means more completely when you arrive. However,” and when he spoke again, he was staring right into the eyes of Ariana Grande, “the wrong attitude, poor behavior, escape attempts, and failure to participate will…unerringly result in what you’ve just seen. For your sake, and the sake of your tiny fuck holes, I suggest you do as you’re told from here on out.”
The next two days passed in relative peace. Ariana, whether because of the video, or a lack of opportunity settled down a bit, became a little less rebellious. She ate, drank, and pissed when they told her to. She did as she was told, but the hostile gleam never left her eyes. There was a vehemence to her every action, even to things that were in her best interest like eating or using the restroom. She even, begrudgingly, donned the same kind of clothes that Dove now wore, but perhaps that had been so she wouldn’t have to be naked.
It was clear they were moving. The day after they were shown the video, the shipping container was loaded on to a truck. It drove for a while, then they felt it being offloaded. The guards informed them they would be on a plane for the rest of the day, which seemed to be the case. The trip, despite its menacing and demeaning purpose, was pretty boring. The guards had given them a selection of about twenty movies to watch and, because Ari was being an unwilling participant in everything that went on, Dove selected the movies they watched as they went along.
On day 33, late in the evening, Dove felt the plane land, though she didn’t feel the shipping move afterward. They sat idle for close to half a day before she again felt the plane move. The guards told her that they would be in the air for another half a day. And, sure enough, by the morning of day 35, the plane again touched down. The guards medically sedated them then, saying it was too risky for them to be awake while they passed through customs. When Dove next came to, they were still in the container, but it was clear they were again on the road. The guards must have given Ariana a bigger dose of the drugs, because she remained unconscious for several more hours. Dove passed the time by watching another movie and trying not to think about what would happen when they reached their destination.
Midafternoon of day 35, the truck hauling the shipping container came to a stop. The guards kept Ariana sedated but asked if Dove wanted to remain awake, stating they’d prefer not to dose her again. But if she was going to be uncooperative they’d have no choice. Despite her nerves and nausea over what was to come, she chose to remain awake.
The guards blindfolded and draped a giant blanket over her. She felt the strong arms of one of the guards wrap around her shoulders and then the loud squeak of rusty hinges. Dove then heard the voice of Ulu speaking the language she’d heard him use before to a man whose voice she didn’t recognize. There was laughter, and then they were walking. It was hard to walk when she couldn’t see her feet or the ground or anything around her, but the arms of the guard kept her on course and stable. She was then lifted down, probably from the back of the container on to the ground, she felt concrete beneath her sock clad feet. Then they were walking again. A few moments later she was sat down on a leather seat, again the arms of the guard were around her, but she felt the body of what was probably one of the other guards on her other side. Then the whir of helicopter blades.
Dove felt the chill in the air and wondered where they were. After such a long plane trip, they could be anywhere in the world, she thought. She had a long, relatively boring few hours to think about it as she listened to the helicopter and the voices of the guards in what was likely their native language. She dozed in and out of sleep as the trip wore on, but soon felt the helicopter touch down.
“We’re here, little Dove,” said the guard called Thando. “Are you ready for your new life?”
Dove didn’t respond. She was sure if she opened her mouth, she’d puke. Considering she was still beneath the blanket, this didn’t seem like a very good idea. He lifted her out of the seat, put his arm around her and they started walking again, walking toward her ‘new life…’ Dove had never been so terrified and nauseated at the same time as she shuffled along the ground.
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