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

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Disclaimer:
The following is a work of fiction. It is not, in any way, intended to reflect reality. It is purely a fantasy originating in the deepest recesses of my mind. While real people do appear in this work, I, the writer of this work, in no way wish to see these individuals actually put in any situation contained therein. Furthermore, I do not, in any way, shape, or form, condone rape, kidnapping, violence, or any of the other questionable acts that appear herein. This work is not intended to endorse or condone anyone who would perform such vile acts. Anyone who would do any such a thing to a real-life person deserves punishments reserved only for those in the deepest circle of hell. In addition, I do not know, nor have I ever met Emma Watson, Margot Robbie, Taylor Swift, Bella Thorne, Chloe Moretz, Felicity Jones, Cara Delevingne, Dove Cameron or Ariana Grande. The versions of them that appear in this story are fictional and purely based on their celebrity persona. I apologize if that offends you. My intention is only to entertain. Finally, I make no money from the distribution of this work.
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Story Codes: MF FF oral anal rape fingering Toys
Day 37 (Noon)
Bella Thorne stood on her tiptoes and pulled Taylor’s lips near enough to plant a soft, tender kiss upon them. As the kiss deepened, the teen’s mouth opened to accept the gentle, probing tongue of her girlfriend. She sucked on it gently, reveling in the closeness of their bodies, in the feel of her lover’s hands moving over her, and in the emotions surging through her, like a bolt of lightning shooting down her spine. She moaned low and deep. When the kiss finally broke several minutes later, both girls were breathless and gazing into one another’s eyes. “I love you,” Bella said quietly, as she stared.
The words hit Taylor in the stomach like a punch from a heavyweight boxer. She took a deep breath. She knew it was now or never, she had to make her choice. How did she feel? What would she say? In that moment, she didn’t know, she was paralyzed with indecision. “I—"
It had been sixteen days…that was it, just sixteen short days since the first time Taylor Swift had been with a woman for the first time. She didn’t count that time Chloe had briefly eaten her pussy when she was in the punishment room. Sixteen days since that moment when Bella and Emma had teasingly taught her the pleasures of a woman’s touch. It was such a short time. But it seemed like a lifetime had passed since then, since she and the others had first been brought down here into their master’s harem.
In that time, she’d grown fond of the red-haired teen. But love? It was hard to say. What was love anyway? Down here things weren’t so simple…then again, love never was. Taylor enjoyed being with Bella, they had fun working out together, pushing one another to work harder to do that one last crunch, one more rep, or spend one more minute on the treadmill. They were friends and the sex was great. Bella was hot. She had a killer body and with that feeldoe thing, well, Taylor had never had so many eye-rolling orgasms in her life, except with the master, of course.
What was the problem then? Why was this so hard? Her mind was in a daze. Too many recent memories of Cara Delevingne and Margot Robbie, of her Master, being imprisoned in a sex dungeon, of home and freedom and music and…love… Taylor’s gaze was unfocused. She stared past the eyes of her girlfriend as she futilely tried to sort out her feelings. “I—”
Suddenly, Bella spun from her grasp, turning to face her reeling lover. “Oh! Shit, I’m so sorry. That was too soon. I was caught up in the moment. I didn’t mean…it just slipped out.” Bella’s cheeks were flush with embarrassment. She clasped her hands to her lips. “I don’t know why I—” She reached out, squeezing Taylor’s arms in a consoling gesture. “You don’t have—” Then, just as quickly, Bella turned and raced out of the exercise room.
Taylor blinked. What just happened? she wondered. She was still in shock. She sat down on a workout bench, her mind reeling. What would have happened if Bella hadn’t gotten embarrassed? Did she even know? She buried her face in her hands. Her knees were wobbling, and she realized she was shaking all over.
For a good ten minutes, Taylor sat there trying to make sense of her feelings, trying to face the reality of the choice the master demanded she make and searching for the answer. If she were being honest with herself, she didn’t have the answer. She didn’t want to give up Bella. But she also wanted to continue fucking Cara and maybe even Margot, if the Aussie was interested. She realized the hypocrisy of her master as she sat there.
He was forcing her to choose because he didn’t want Bella hurt. But he hurt each of them every day. He forced them down here, forced them to fall in love with him. Then, once they did, forced them to watch as he moved on to the next girl. Pushing aside the previous one and only offering her the scraps from his table. His latest conquest would be Felicity Jones. Taylor wondered what would happen once he’d ensnared her. Would he bring new celebrities down here to torment? Had he already?
She suddenly felt very tired. She stood up and, purely out of instinct, made her way to the restroom. Bella wasn’t in here, likely she was too embarrassed to show her face anywhere right now. Taylor barely noticed her absence. She went toward the showers. Once there, she stripped off her clothes and stepped into the nearest stall.
The warm water felt good on her skin. She closed her eyes, feeling its warmth soak into her as it slowly washed away her worries. The problem wasn’t going away though. She was going to have to choose. The master had told her there would be violent consequences for hurting Bella. “What am I going to do?” she whispered into the water. She felt lost.
The sound of the shower curtain being pulled aside caught Taylor’s attention. She opened her eyes, expecting to see Bella returned to explain, apologize, or perhaps demand a well-deserved response. Instead, it was Cara Delevingne, nude and with a mischievous grin on her face.
“I was in the middle of my chores when I saw your little toy fleeing to her room.” Cara stepped nearer, wrapping her arms around Taylor’s neck. “You finally send the girl packing in exchange for a woman?” She teased, pressing her taut naked flesh against Taylor, and leaning in as she did to give her a hot, wet kiss on the lips.
Taylor was confused, hurt, and vulnerable. Cara felt so good pressed against her. She closed her eyes, needing that feeling, needing someone, something, anything. She pulled Cara close, deepening the kiss they shared by parting her lips and gently sucking on her tongue. The warmth of the water cascading down their bodies was nothing compared to the heat between her legs, and her need for companionship. “Please, fuck me…” she whispered, holding the slender Brit as tight as she could.
                                                                           ***
The elevator entered Alex’s private quarters through the floor. Without pausing in the last ten feet, the roof opened, allowing the floor of the lift to rise the rest of the way up, bringing them into a large, round room. The sudden stop and the lack of walls was a bit jarring, so it took Emma a moment to get her bearings and look around. The sight that greeted her was not at all what she was expecting. Then again, she didn’t know quite what to expect.
The room was round, perfectly round. The only straight edge was the wall that separated it into two halves. On that wall directly in front of her was a large stone mantle piece with a roaring fire inside and frames with family pictures decorating the top. In front of it, almost right out of a cliché, was a huge bear skin rug, framed by two cozy-looking reclining chairs. A chiller with a bottle of champagne sat nearby. Over the fire was an oil painting featuring a man who looked a lot like Alex with his arm around a stately, but beautiful looking woman whose blonde hair was up in a bun. Standing in front of them was a young man of maybe fourteen with short brown hair and steely blue eyes.
Emma’s gaze was drawn to the painting. She took a few steps forward, not noticing as the elevator floor dropped back through the floor and was replaced by a square stone tile which slid in silently to fill in the hole. “Are those your parents?” Emma asked quietly, as she placed her hands on the mantle.
Alex nodded as he stepped in next to her. “Meet Charles and Elizabeth Whitley.” He slid his arm around her shoulder and she leaned against him, her eyes still on the picture.
“Do they live here too?”
“No, they died…many years ago now.”
Emma felt a wave of affection for her master, the man who had kidnapped her, imprisoned her, raped her. The man she loved. She turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his waist as she did. “Alex, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s ok,” he said, smiling down at her. “It was a long time ago and…I wasn’t very close to them anyway.”
“Well, you brought me all the way up here. Do you want to talk about it?”
Alex was staring into the fire. The light reflected eerily from his eyes. His brow furrowed in thought. “I…I brought you here so that you might better understand me. I suppose that could start with me telling you about my parents. If,” he added a moment later, “you want to hear about them.”
“Sure.”
“Ok, why don’t you have a look around, and I’ll tell you a little about them.”
Emma leaned in closer to the mantle, getting a closer look at the photographs that decorated its surface. But, as Alex gathered his thoughts, she snatched one up and turned to show it to him with a broad grin on her face. The picture showed a little boy, maybe four years old being pulled in a wagon by a huge Great Dane. “Awwww,” she sighed, “is this baby Alex?”
“Indeed it is,” he laughed, taking the picture from her and looking fondly at it.
“You’re so cute!”
Alex laughed. “That’s me and Max. We used to go everywhere together.”
“Some of my fondest memories are just me and Max exploring my family’s estate and getting into little make-believe adventures.” Alex gently touched the photo. Emma could see the love and loss in his eyes, the hurt, and the joy. He returned it to the mantle, keeping his back to her. “But that was before I was ‘old enough to know better,’ as my father would say.”
“When did they die?”
“When I was eight, my father shipped me off to Huntington’s Academy for Exceptional Boys. After that, I only saw Max and my parents on holidays or on recess. It was a hard place meant to turn boys into men…” He turned back to her and there was a cold look in his eyes “…and that’s just what it did.”
He moved over and took a seat in one of the recliners and picked up a small remote that sat nearby. Emma smiled at him and slid over to sit in his lap. Alex pressed one of the buttons and, in a flash, the walls on the outside of the room vanished. “It’s a giant LED screen,” he said when she gasped, “but I prefer the view to the drab walls.”
With the walls gone, Emma could see that this room must be near the very peak of the mountain. Up here, they were above the clouds. She could see for kilometers as the Yukon Mountains disappeared into the distance. The mansion was far below them and the sun glowed red off on the horizon. She put her arms around him, rested her head against his chest, and watched as the sun began to dip below it.
“They died when I was sixteen,” Alex continued a moment later, as he held Emma close. “It was an accident. Just a plane crash. One of their engines failed, the plane crashed into the Pacific Ocean and that was it.”
Emma gently stroked his chest. “I’m so sorry…”
“Don’t be,” Alex said, smiling up at her. He put on a brave face, but she could tell that it still bothered him. “My father could be cold…distant. He wanted me to be able to make hard choices and to be tough. I suppose it comes with being the heir to a family as old and storied as mine. “Must maintain the wealth,” he said in a deeper, grumpier voice that Emma took to be an impression of his father, “and further the line and spread our influence and all that…” He gently stroked her cheek and, when their eyes met, both smiled. “I never wanted any of that.”
“What did you want?”
“You…” he said, as he continued gazing into her eyes. “This,” he said, looking around. “But mostly, escape…” Alex’s gaze went from Emma to the outside “…honestly, I never wanted to be part of my father’s world. The hunt for more money…more fame…more Whitley glory.” He returned his gaze to again look upon Emma, “so I built this place in the middle of nowhere, came up with a plan to fill it with people, and spent enough money to make sure no one could stop me.”
There was a long, quiet silence. Emma contemplated her master’s story and how it related to her ending up here. She thought about Alex and the Whitley legacy. Finally, nearly ten minutes later, Alex said, “in the end, I suppose I became exactly what he wanted… I accomplished all those things.”
“What do you mean?” she said, looking up at him.
“I tripled my companies’ stock value when we invented the knockout agent I use to help maintain order in the facility. I had it made because I knew how I wanted to use it, but the US government paid me billions for it. A concentrated gas with no side effects that could render people unconscious in seconds…perfect for non-lethal takedowns and hostage situations. More money… People may not know it was me,” Alex continued, “but I’m famous too. The whole world reported the abduction of five celebrities on that night just over a month ago… more fame… and, as for Whitley glory,” he sighed, again looking out of the window, “I built a harem full of some of the most famous women in the world… The Whitley’s, we prize possession of the grand, the amazing, we revel in spectacle… I’m a fucking hypocrite…”
Emma frowned, looking down at his chest. It was jarring to see Alex, normally so self-sure and brimming with confidence, this lost. “Do you regret it? Bringing us here?”
Alex didn’t say anything right away. Just continued to gaze out at the sunset. Finally, he said, “it’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Emma admitted, turning her gaze from him to the view and wondering if he was going to answer her question.
As the sun fell beneath the curve of the Earth, Alex turned back to Emma. “’Do I regret bringing you and the others here?’ You asked.”
Emma swallowed nervously and looked up into his eyes. They were cold, hard steel. She had no idea what he was thinking, what lay beneath them. It sent a shrill chill down her spine.
“There was a time,” he said, “not even that long ago, when I still considered the girls of my harem to be my possessions. Just objects, not unlike my paintings, my sculptures, this beautiful mansion. You, Margot, Taylor…everyone else were just things for my amusement. People, sure, in need of proper care, but nothing to get overly attached to.”
Emma realized she was shaking, whether in anger or sorrow or because she loved him, she didn’t know, but her teeth were chattering. Somehow, she made herself talk. “And now?”
“Now…” Alex said slowly. He calmly smiled down at her, his face an emotionless blank. It was how she imagined a ruthless serial killer might look before disemboweling his victim. “Now…” Alex gently pushed Emma out of his lap and stood up. He reached into the pocket of his jacket and withdrew a small, black object. “I don’t know anymore,” he said, looking down at her. “I can’t know…”
“What do you mean?” she said, desperately throwing herself against him, clutching him like he was a life raft in the ocean. She needed to know that she meant something to him and that she was more than just an object. She wanted to know he loved her. “Please…” she fell to her knees, tears welling in her eyes. She buried her face in her hands as they fell to her face. A moment later, her sobbing became nearly uncontrollable.
“Now, only you can answer that for me…” he replied in that same emotionless monotone as he tossed a cell phone down at her feet. “It’s up to you now.” Then he turned and walked to the hallway that led to the other side of the room. “This room has excellent cellular service.” He said, as he stepped through the door, closing it behind him.
Emma looked at the door her master had just exited through. Cellular service? What did he mean? She then glanced down to the floor by her knees and saw the phone. “What do you mean only I can answer that…” she whispered as the realization dawned on her. She could call for help…get everyone out of this place…go back home… It was all up to her. All she had to do was doom the man she loved to prison, or worse… She stared at the phone as a nervous knot twisted in her stomach.
                                                                        ***
The warmth of the water cascading down Taylor’s body was nothing compared to the heat between her legs and her need for companionship. “Please, fuck me,” she whispered, holding the slender Cara Delevingne tight against her chest. She gazed into the blonde’s deep blue eyes, seeing that same longing she was feeling, that same desire. Whether it was because she was also feeling lost, Taylor couldn’t say, but the former model didn’t resist as she gently pushed her down to her knees.
Cara’s lustful gaze turned to a wicked grin as she grabbed Taylor’s hips in a firm embrace and dove between her thighs. She pressed her lips to Taylor’s and sucked hard on her clit. The diva moaned and lifted her leg, wrapping it around Cara’s neck as the Brit plunged her tongue into her depths, even as she continued to ardently suck.
Taylor sighed in ecstasy and leaned back against the shower wall, reveling in the feeling of Cara’s tongue, her lips, and the longing gaze in her eyes as the warm water rolled down their bodies. She closed her eyes and wound her fingers through her dirty blonde hair, pulling her in deeper and slowly began to grind her hips against her lusty, probing tongue. “Fuck…that feels amazing,” she breathed.
Soon, Taylor was humping Cara’s face and moaning like a whore as the Brit probed, licked, and sucked her closer to the sweet release of orgasm. Her nipples stiffened, becoming nearly rock-hard and she lifted one hand to cup and squeeze them as her breathing increased. As the tension rose in her body, she found it harder and harder to stand.
Cara worked Taylor’s clit, sucking on it for all she was worth. She could see the need in her friend’s gaze, that same need she had, to feel something, anything… and losing herself to the sensation. As she flicked her tongue across Taylor’s little pink nub, she simultaneously pressed a sopping wet finger against the dark pink flesh of her sphincter. Her lover moaned as she felt the tickle of her touch, her body tensing in anticipation.
Slowly, she worked it in, continuing the oral assault on the diva’s pussy and, by the time she was buried to the knuckle, the former model was supporting all of Taylor’s weight as she had lost all control of her body. Cara began to pump the finger in and out and swirled her tongue around the singer’s blood-engorged clit.
“Fuck,” Taylor exclaimed, “Don’t stop, I’m cumming!” She was shaking all over, her leg wobbling, and it was all she could do to maintain the tight grip on Cara’s hair, keeping the model buried in her snatch. Then, Cara plunged her tongue into her hot hole, drove her finger in as far as it would go, and sucked down hard on her clit. Then she drew the finger part way back, before slamming it back into her asshole.
Taylor bucked, she moaned, and sprayed thick girl cum right into her friend’s eager mouth. Cara greedily lapped it up, continuing to probe deep into the singer’s pussy, savoring every drop of her friend’s orgasm. As she began to calm down, she slid her finger free and wrapped her lips around it, closing her eyes in ecstasy as she sucked Taylor’s ass from it.
Slowly, the Brit rose to her feet, sensually kissing her lover’s body in all her sensitive places as she stood. Once on her feet, she slid her arms up around Taylor’s neck and gently, lovingly, kissed her. The kiss deepened when she pressed their bodies together and the diva opened her mouth to accept her tongue.
The kiss went on for several long minutes as the two lovers reveled in the closeness and warmth of the other. When it finally broke, they both gazed into one another’s eyes, breathless and content. “Come back to my room?” Cara whispered, as she gently stroked Taylor’s cheek.
Taylor bit her lip and nodded. “Ok,” she breathed.
They both leapt at the sudden sound of the shower curtain being yanked aside. Standing there was a disbelieving Bella Thorne. She had tears in her eyes and on her cheeks. Her dark mascara was a mess, running in streaks down her face, proof of how long she had been standing there. She didn’t say anything, just looked Taylor in the eyes, making sure that she knew the pain she was feeling. Then she turned and walked out of the shower area, moving slowly and dragging her feet as she left.
Taylor had tears in her eyes by the time she heard the restroom door close behind her lover and, suddenly, her legs suddenly didn’t work; she slid down the shower wall. Cara went with her, keeping her arms wrapped around her in a supportive embrace. “I’m so fucked,” she whispered, before losing control and burying her face in Cara’s shoulder as she began to cry.
                                                                        ***
Emma stared down at the cell phone in disbelief. Her hands were trembling, and her stomach was twisting and pulling itself into knot of hard nervous tension. This was a trap, right, a test? It had to be… Even so, she doubted Alex would kill her and she was sure she could withstand any punishment long enough for help to arrive. Besides that, even if he did kill her, it would be worth it to free the others, right? It was probable that this would be their one and only chance for freedom.
Tears leaked from her eyes and fell to the shiny surface of the phone. She sniffled and brushed them aside. The choice was easy, yet something stopped her from opening the phone, dialing for help. Why was this so hard? Suddenly, it was obvious. She’d lose him forever if she did this. Never would she see him again, never feel his touch, gaze into his eyes, or, an even harder pill to swallow, she’d never fuck him again. Even now, her pussy twitched with the idea of her master filling her up.
She began to sob as she unlocked Alex’s iPhone. His home screen was an aerial picture of the mansion, taken at a time before the light-reflecting domes had been installed. It was a beautiful structure built to house his most prized possessions, her among them. Her hands were shaking so badly she could barely click on the browser button. When she finally managed to click it and the blue, red, green and yellow letters of Google popped up, she typed “Emma Watson abduction” into the search bar.
Part of her was curious if she would be allowed to search at all. If the phone was merely a prop to test her it likely wouldn’t be able to connect to the internet. But, when headlines such as “International Task Force Still at a Loss”, and “Watson Family Desperate for Information,” came up, Emma began to tremble so badly the phone slipped from her grasp. She buried her face in her hands as the tears came in a flood. She fell to her side, curling into the fetal position as her whole body was racked with the pain of this burden.
Why did it fall to her to make this decision? What if she couldn’t do it? “If you can’t do it,” she told herself as she sobbed uncontrollably, “you doom everyone here and anyone else he takes to a life of rape, humiliation, and slavery.” She began to gasp for breath. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, and the tears wouldn’t stop coming…
For nearly twenty minutes, she lay there sobbing, trying to weigh the pros and cons of turning on her master. Mostly, she came up with cons. It was all negative. This was a bad place run by a very bad man… a man who would likely extract a heavy toll on her before the authorities arrived. But, despite all of that, he was also the man she loved. There was no denying that. The phone was real, but that didn’t change the fact that this was still very much a test. A test to see where her loyalties lay, of how far he could push her and, most importantly, a test designed to see if she indeed loved him as she professed.
With a great effort, she sat up, wiped her face and turned her gaze back to the phone. She reached out to it, picking it up off the floor. She unlocked it again. It didn’t have a password or anything like that. Her eyes locked onto the phone icon and she swallowed nervously, that knot in her stomach twisting painfully. She bit her lip in determination. She knew what she had to do. It was the only thing she could do…
                                                                        ***
Bella went back to her room. Her mind and body numb from the realization that Taylor had cheated on her and, from the sound of it, not for the first time. She sat down on her bed, staring off blankly at the floor. Her heart felt like it might burst, she felt betrayed and dirty. The kind of dirty that no amount of water could ever make clean again. She just couldn’t get the image of the two of them in a tangled embrace out of her head. Her ears still rang with the echoes of Taylor’s moans as they reverberated around the walls of the shower, searing her brain with that pain forever.
Seeing Cara, naked, pressed up against her Taylor, kissing, that look of surprise on their faces when she yanked the shower curtain aside made her feel less than worthless. She looked down at her hands, they were trembling, and she felt fresh tears fall to her cheeks. “I thought you loved me,” she whispered. Now it made sense, Taylor’s behavior since Cara arrived. Nights the diva normally spent with her, waking up together, she spent away, and Bella awoke alone… She’d been fucking Cara for at least a week. Lying to her all that time to cover it up so she could continue using her for sex.
Suddenly, depression and despair were replaced by rage. The woman she loved, the only person she felt close to down here had betrayed her, and lied to her for what? For Sex? She stood up, screamed at the door, and began to stalk angrily around the small space of her room, clenching and unclenching her fists. She was mad at Cara, but the hatred she felt was really directed at Taylor. She had been the one who did the betraying, showing no regard for her, using her for the orgasms she was now addicted to. It was she who had shattered her heart into a million pieces and her whom she must get revenge.
Whatever she was going to do had to be quick. The second the guards saw her they would be on their way down. Luckily, thanks to their trip to the pool, she knew that trip down took several minutes and, if she was subtle, she could maybe go unnoticed long enough to hurt Taylor like she had hurt her… It didn’t matter to her now that she would be punished. She didn’t care. If she could bring pain to the two bitches who had harmed her any punishment would be worth it.
She forced herself to calm down, taking a deep breath and slowly unclenched her fists. Once she was feeling more in control of her rage, she sat back down on her bed by her nightstand. She extracted her feeldoe and some lube. Then, she leaned back on the bed and lowered her shorts around her ankles. Slowly, and with the help of a copious amount of lube, she worked it inside her pussy. It was dry and resistant to the insertion, a likely side effect of being betrayed and feeling nauseated.
Once it was in, she stood back up, raised her shorts and flipped the ‘dick’ up into the waist band. She placed the lube back into the drawer and extracted a roll of duct tape. The master had left it after raping her on that first night and had never come to retrieve it. She had planned maybe to use it in some kinky roleplaying, but now had a better use for it. She stuffed the roll into her pocket and headed back out, trying to appear calm for the camera and counting on the fact that the guards weren’t paying too close attention to what was going on.
Bella quietly reentered the restroom, pausing just inside the door, listening to see if she could hear Taylor and Cara still in the shower stall. Sure enough, she heard the soft sounds of her former lover sobbing and that blonde Brit bitch trying to comfort her. She slipped off her shoes and, on the balls of her feet, stalked toward the shower.
They didn’t see her till she was standing over them. “Hey baby,” she sneered when they looked up in shock and surprise. In a flash, before the startled duo could do anything, she belted Cara across the face, sending her sprawling into the tiled wall. She crashed into it with a dull thud and a groan then lay there motionless.
“What are you do—” was all Taylor could say before Bella balled her hand into a tightly clenched fist and punched her square in the face with all the strength and fury she could muster. There was a sickening crunch as the redhead’s fist collided with the blonde’s mouth, breaking the skin of her lips and filling her mouth with blood. The diva’s head snapped back against the tiles with a thud, and then she too was out.
Quickly, Bella took out the tape. She wrapped Taylor’s wrists together, going around them first, then between them, just as the master had secured her more than a month ago. She then lifted her arms and taped her bound wrists to one of the steel shower handles along the wall, so the diva had nowhere to run.
Then, grabbing a handful of her dirty blonde hair, Bella drug Cara out of the shower and across the bathroom floor. She bent her over the bench between the stalls, turning her so that she was facing Taylor. Then duct taped her arms to each of the bench’s legs, giving the bitch no room to move and no leverage to free herself.
When she was all set up, she stepped back into the shower, reached up and maneuvered the spray nozzle so that it would rain down on Taylor, then turned on just the cold water, keeping the spray away from her bound hands. Taylor came awake with a start and a scream. “What are you doing, Bella!” she bellowed as she futilely pulled on her bindings.
“It’s called payback, slut.” Bella responded as she exited the shower and strutted up behind the prone form of Cara Delevingne. By now, Bella knew that Taylor was addicted to sex and loved being put down and humiliated. Raping her would only get the diva off. But, hurting something she loved, or at least cared about…now that would bring the bitch pain. With a vicious laugh, she dropped her shorts, tossed them to the side and knelt behind the slender, blonde Brit. “How do you think she’ll like it?” she taunted as she slapped the feeldoe against her butt cheek.
“No! Please! I’m sorry, I never meant for this to happen. You have to listen to me!”
Bella scowled. She gripped the cock around its base and shoved it, dry, into Cara’s unwilling, unprepared cunt, forcing it in to the hilt. “Well, it did. And I’m done listening to you. Watch and reap your reward, bitch!”
                                                                        ***
Emma gritted her teeth as she typed in the number to her mum’s phone. With what she knew and had seen today, Emma could easily provide enough information to lead the International Task Force back here to the master’s mansion. If she called her mum and told her everything, they would surely be here in hours. Her tears again fell upon the phone, but the number was in, all that was left was dial. Her hands were trembling so badly she could hardly keep hold of it. She stared so intently at the glowing green light of the phone icon it had practically burned into her eyes. But, all she had to do was press it, and this would all be over. She and the others would be free.
Her thumb hovered over the icon. Mustering all her will, she tried to make herself mash the glowing green button and be the savior of all the celebrities in the harem. But, despite her efforts, her thumb wouldn’t move. She couldn’t do it, she loved him too much. Besides that, in the outside world, she knew that all she would ever be for the rest of her life, was a celebrity kidnap victim. An object of sorrow and pity. Her career, her life, would be over. Here, she had power. Sobbing again, she swiped the phone app closed and reared her head back as she screamed in frustration before lifting her arm over her head and smashing the phone to bits against the hard stone tiles.
The iPhone lay in pieces by her knees and, again, Emma was sobbing. Her shoulders heaved as tears fell to her cheeks. Her breathing deepened, her arms draped at her side as she stared at the shattered ruins of her and the harem’s salvation. She was emotionally exhausted. The last twenty minutes had been the worst of her life… the realization that she was no better than her master and that she wanted to be here, wanted to help him break the others to assimilate them into his, their harem. Before, staying here was something she thought she wanted. Now, she knew it. Knew it so completely that she was sure she would happily do anything he told her to do.
Before she could dwell too much on these reassuring, but depressing thoughts, he was there. His strong arms wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her into his warm, loving embrace. “Shhhh,” he whispered into her ear. She buried her face in his shoulder, continuing to sob uncontrollably. “Everything will be ok from here on, I promise…”
Emma wanted to believe it, but she was so numb from her emotional trial she could barely feel anything. She turned into his embrace and didn’t resist as he lifted her from the floor and carried her from the room. She didn’t see the room on the other side of the wall, her face was buried in the arms of her master. But she did feel it as he ascended the stairs. The next thing she knew, she was resting peacefully on a soft, pillowy surface and was drifting off into an easy, tranquil sleep.
                                                                        ***
“Boss,” came Zeru’s panicked voice through the intercom, “you better get down here fast, you won’t believe what’s going on.”
Alex had just settled down into the recliner, a tumbler of his favorite cognac in hand and was staring at the ruined remains of the phone he’d given Emma. He let out a frustrated sigh and stood up, setting the drink down near the chair before hurrying to the elevator. These rooms really were his private sanctum. He had no ability to see what was going on down in the harem and only one camera and intercom in this main sitting room for his men to contact and monitor him.
He stepped onto the elevator, pressed the hidden button to lower it and waited impatiently as it took him back down to the main mansion area. Whatever was going on must be big, he had given his men explicit instructions not to bother him unless all hell had broken loose. Finally, after too many frustrating minutes, the elevator came to a stop on the main floor. Alex hopped out and hurried into the mansion’s main security hub.
The Hub was a big windowless room directly in the center of the mansion. Security feeds from the entire complex below, everywhere in the mansion, and a few outside cameras all fed directly into here. There were exactly 133 CCTV screens covering four walls and six small columns spaced throughout the area, displaying every room of the harem from multiple angles as well as select places in the mansion above.
In the center of the room was the command center. Any feed from the server room below them could be routed directly to one of three bigger screens, allowing the guard on duty to monitor any camera without having to get up. This was also where the computer that ran the entire security system sat. This top-of-the-line security super computer controlled the knockout gasses in every room, hallway, and elevator in the compound. It also controlled access to every door, room, and security cabinet. From here, his men could put the entire mansion on lockdown with the push of a button.
Alex used a retinal scan, full palm print and a keyed-in pass code to gain access to the room, then rushed over to Zeru’s side. “What’s going on? And this better be important.”
“Watch this,” he said, with a wolfish grin as he routed a saved feed to the screen in front of him.
                                                                           ***
Cara Delevingne’s gorgeous blue eyes shot wide open in pain as Bella’s thick, bone-dry feeldoe pierced her cunt right to the hilt. “Fuck! What is happening!” She screamed, as the fat piece of plastic was driven deep inside her. Immediately, tears welled in her eyes as she pulled and yanked on the tape holding her wrists to the legs of the bench.
“Hurts, huh?” Bella taunted, as she mashed Cara’s face into the bench and brutally thrust her hips into the blonde’s. She kept the vibrating functions turned off. She wanted Cara to feel only pain. “I spent five days in the punishment room being used over and over again, just like this. Only difference is,” she said, as she pushed the blonde’s face roughly against the wood and drove her cock home in a second ruthless thrust, “I’ve only got one cock to punish you with.”
Cara turned her face to the side to lessen the pain from Bella mashing it into the bench. Tears leaked from her eyes and ran down her cheeks as she squirmed against the tape binding her arms. She kicked her legs, twisting and bucking to try and throw off her attacker.
Bella only laughed. “I’m going to fuck you till you bleed, cunt!” she hissed, bending over Cara to deliver the message right into her ear.
“Please, stop. You’re hurting me…” the blonde sobbed, as she fought against the girl thrusting between her legs.
“Stop,” Bella laughed mercilessly. “We’ve only just begun.” She then spat a thick wad of saliva right into Cara’s eye.
Crouched on the floor of the shower and bound to one of the stainless-steel shower handles, Taylor began to pitifully sob and pull against her bindings. “For God’s sake, Bella, you’re hurting her, stop this. I’m begging you.”
“You’ll beg alright,” said the rage-filled redhead, “but we’ve only just begun to hear this bitch scream.” She released the pressure holding Cara’s face against the bench and when she sobbed again, hooked two of her fingers into the blonde’s mouth. She then yanked back hard on her lips as she worked her hips, ruthlessly forcing her big plastic cock into her again and again.
Cara’s mouth stretched wide as Bella humiliatingly fish hooked her. Tears flowed down her cheeks, dripping onto the bench as her head bounced back and forth from the pounding her attacker was delivering. All she could do was cry and sob, her eyes fixed on Taylor who was watching, just as helpless as she.
Bella continued to yank back on Cara’s lips as she drove the feeldoe in to the hilt over and over, using all the strength she could muster. She too watched Taylor as the agony of seeing her friend being raped played across her face and feeling satisfaction at her anguish. Whoever said revenge was best served cold?
Soon Cara’s sobs ceased, and there were just muted grunts each time Bella slammed her hips forward. “What’s wrong, cunt?” she taunted, pulling back hard on her lips in order to tilt her head up enough to look up at her. “Starting to like this?” She laughed, before again spitting in the blonde’s face.
The spittle dribbled down Cara’s face right into her opened mouth. “No…” she cried, drool leaking past her lips. But the wet sloshing sound from her British cunt betrayed her.
It was just her pussy’s natural response to a violent invader, but the taunt felt good all the same. “Guess we’ll have to do something about that.” Bella said, pulling her glistening cock free from Cara’s hole. “Can’t have you enjoying yourself, can we?”
Free for the moment of Bella’s cruel grasp, Cara slumped against the bench. Her head hung from the side and she several deep breathes as she tried to recover from the assault. But, with her eyes closed and her mind desperately trying to process what had just happened to her, she didn’t hear her attacker approach from the front.
“Hope you don’t think we’re done yet, Cunt.” Bella taunted, grabbing a big handful of her dirty blonde hair. She delivered a hard, spiteful slap to the former model’s face. Then, in the space were Cara cried out in pain, stuffed the feeldoe past her lips.
Cara’s eyes again grew wide and Taylor again pulled at her bonds. The icy cold water of the shower still raining down on her, she began to shiver. “Stop it! Please!”
Bella laughed, keeping a tight hold on her hair she forced her cock in to the hilt. Cara gagged powerfully and tried to pull away. But, she was unable to due to her bonds and the hold on her hair. “How’s that dirty, cheating cunt taste?”
Taylor continued to beg as she desperately tried to free herself. Tears rained down her cheeks only to be washed away by the cold water. “Bella, you don’t have to do this. I’m sorry.”
The redhead looked over her shoulder at the feeble, chattering Taylor Swift, her lips beginning to turn blue from the cold. “No, but it sure feels good.” Her eyes alight with rage, she began to ram her hips back and forth with all the might and anger in her body. Brutally slamming her pelvis into Cara’s nose as she plunged her cock deep into the Brit’s throat. After a few moments of this, of being mostly deprived of oxygen, except for those brief moments when her attacker would pull back enough to allow her a breath, Cara hung nearly limp.
Bella pulled out enough to allow the bitch to breathe. She wasn’t done with her yet, and they’d all be unconscious soon enough. She gave her a second hard slap to rouse her. Then plunged herself back in to the hilt. Holding her cock deep in Cara’s throat, she spit in her face again. “Taste that, slut? That’s your dirty, fucking, cheating cunt.” She held her dick in Cara’s throat, till her gag reflex forced her to vomit.
Cara convulsed as pale, yellow bile spewed from her esophagus, past the massive plastic invader in her throat. It was vile tasting and caused her to gag all over again, threating to make her puke, yet again. She sobbed pathetically as it dribbled down her chin, and her bloodshot eyes filled with tears as she again struggled to pull free of the dick.
This time, Bella released her hold and yanked her cock free from her mouth. With a terrible laugh, she looked down on the struggling Brit and said, “how’s that taste?” Cara slumped to the bench, her only reply a few feeble gasps for breath.
She walked back to the other side of the bench while Cara desperately struggled for air and freedom. She picked up a nearby towel and dried the Brit’s juices off her feeldoe. “Don’t worry,” the teen taunted, “I’m done with that hole.” She said, again stepping in behind Cara and lining the dry feeldoe up with the Brit’s tight pink anus. “I’ve got something else in mind now…” With that, she pressed the tip to her sphincter, again grabbing her cock around the base and beginning to force it in.
“Not there! Please, God stop!” Cara screamed again, pulling fitfully on bindings in a fevered attempt to stop what was happening. While she’d had a finger, or a few small toys up there, in the past, never had the Brit ever taken something so huge into her ass, let alone without some lubrication.
“Shhh,” Bella whispered near her ear. She used her other hand to grab Cara’s shoulder to help force her cock inside. “Relax and it won’t hurt so much…” But then, she could contain her mirth no longer and began to hysterically laugh as she continued ramming her cock in.
All Taylor could do was watch as her friend struggled against her former lover. “Stop!” she screamed. “Please…” She sank to the floor of the shower in tears at seeing the agony on Cara’s face. The cold water, chilling her right to the bone. She buried her face in her arm, sobbing pathetically and doing her best to twist out of the spray.
White-hot agony consumed Cara as the excruciating pain of Bella’s dry, thick cock scraped past her sphincter. She screamed a loud, incoherent wail of anguish as it slowly and painfully filled her bowels. The sound reverberated off the walls, creating a noise that surely anyone in the harem could have heard. She screamed till her voice went mute and the redhead’s big fat dick was fully lodged inside her. The pain filled her completely and blinded her in a white flash of light. She felt blood dribbling down between her thighs. Then the world went black.
Taylor watched as her friend screamed. She felt her own tears hot on her face. In that moment, she had never hated anyone like she hated Bella. She may have done the teen wrong, but her response was beyond the pale. Cara’s scream echoed around the bathroom, filling Taylor with the misery of her friend’s anguish. “Pleaaa—” she pleaded in a near whisper, suddenly feeling weak. Then, her head slumped against the shower wall and she was out.
Bella watched as first Cara, and then Taylor, succumbed to the knockout gas. She had known it would come to this eventually. Knew there would be punishment but felt sure that nothing her master could do to her would compare to the pain of betrayal she felt burning in her chest. She had to act quickly or risk taking a bad fall and cracking her head on the tiles. She yanked her feeldoe free of the Brit’s abused asshole, smiling at the blood she saw dripping onto the bench and knelt, then laid down on the floor. A moment later, she too was out.
                                                                           ***
“We gassed the room right before I called you. Ulu and Taji are on their way down, but we didn’t know what you wanted to do with them since the punishment room is kind of full already.”
Alex clenched his fist in fury. If he had lacked any self-control, this would have been the moment where he might have done something rash. Instead, he took a deep breath and said, mustering all his willpower to keep his voice even, “how did you let this happen?”
“Boss?”
“You could have put a stop to this well before it went that far.” He glared white, hot fury at Zeru, clenching and unclenching his fist. “So, I ask you again, how the fuck did you let this happen?”
“Things had been quiet all morning… how was I supposed to—”
Alex interrupted him by slamming his fist down onto the console, denting the dull metallic surface. “How were you supposed to know!” Alex bellowed, as Zeru shrank back before his anger. “It’s your fucking job to know!” He seized the lanky guard by his uniform and hauled him bodily to his feet. Then practically threw him toward the exit. “You’re relieved of duty till further notice. Confined to your quarters. Now get out of my sight before I really get angry.”
Zeru wasted no time scurrying out. He didn’t want to see what Alex looked like if this was him not being very angry.
It took several moments and more than a few deep breaths before Alex was his usual calm, in-control self. Of all the days, Alex thought, as he sat down at the command center console, it had to be today. Everything about today had been meticulously planned for weeks… and now this. If this threw a wrench in his plans for Emma, being Ulu’s nephew wouldn’t save him; Alex would have Zeru’s head on a plate.
After watching the screens for a few more minutes and taking the time to fully calm down, Alex used the intercom to call Ukuza, who was supposed to have the day off, to come down and take Zeru’s place. He then called down to Ulu and Taji who had just gotten off the elevator and were in his quarters down below. “Ulu, I’ve taken control of things up here for now. I’m watching the restroom and the girls are still all out cold.”
“Good. What do you want us to do with them?”
“For now, take all three back to their own quarters. I’m going to revoke all their door accesses for now. So, make sure to give Bella and Cara a bucket.”
“Will do, Boss. Do you want Bella in restraints?”
“Not for now. I’ll decide how to punish her later.”
“Understood. Anything else?”
“Yes. When you put Taylor back in her room. I want you to also remove all the amenities from that suite. Place them in Storage Room One for now. Take her TV, her iPod and iPad, the guitars I just gave her, the MacBook, and any other toys she’s got in there. Oh, and grab Margot on your way through and place the kitten in her custody for now. Make sure she has everything she needs to care for it.”
“Will do, Boss.”
The connection closed and Ulu and Taji left his quarters to carry out his orders. Alex leaned back in the chair as he waited for Ukuza to arrive. As he sat, he watched the unconscious forms of Cara, Bella and Taylor on the camera. His brow furrowed in thought. He realized how this was actually his fault. He had given Taylor an extra day to resolve this problem. He’d been lenient with her because he felt sympathy. If he had been his usual, decisive self, this debacle could have been avoided. Now the harem would be in chaos. This whole situation had turned into a giant cluster fuck and would have to be handled delicately.
He would need Emma’s help to bring the harem back to order after today’s events. This was going to be a trying time with the new additions, half the girls in trouble or in turmoil, or both, in Taylor’s case. Alex couldn’t help but worry that today had been too much, emotionally, for Emma to be ready to deal with a situation like this, so soon afterwards… She would have to be. She was tough and he only hoped that today had yielded the result he desired.
Eventually, Ukuza arrived in the command center. Alex stayed to watch until everything he ordered done was completed. He put his hand on Ukuza’s shoulder. “I’ve also revoked Zeru’s door access. He’s not allowed from his suite till further notice. His slaves can bring him anything he needs. But you let me know if he takes one step out that door.”
“Yes, Boss.”
Alex nodded, sure that things were as set to order as he could bring them for now. He worried about Cara waking up alone and locked in her cell, but for now, nothing could be done about it. He had too much invested in his plans for Emma to let one scared girl deter him. “You have the con,” he added, “I have other matters to attend to.”
“Don’t worry, Boss. I’ll keep a close eye on things.”
With a second nod, Alex turned to leave. “I know you will.” Ukuza was as close to a second as Ulu had and was just as dependable as the captain of his men. If the ship would stay true on anyone’s watch it would be his. He then left the command center to return to Emma’s side, hoping that she might still be asleep when he got there.
                                                                        ***
Emma’s long, dark eyelashes fluttered open. She was in a warm, soft bed, cozy under thick blankets. The room was dark and, for a moment, she almost thought she was back home in her mum’s house in the bed she’d slept in as a child. But that moment was past, she remembered, and, after today, likely never to return. And, though that thought made her sad, somehow, she was happy with her choice. She reached out in the dark, expecting to find him there. The man she had chosen over freedom, the man she loved. But the bed was empty.
She pulled the blankets aside and slid out of the bed, realizing for the first time that she only wore the lacy bikini-style panties she had put on earlier this morning. Her feet touched down into a plush, thick carpet and she curled her toes into it, smiling contently at the feeling. She took a deep breath in through her nose. She could smell him in the air and felt his intangible presence in the room.
It took her a minute, groping around in the dark, but eventually she found a lamp by the bed and, switching it on, took her first look around his bedroom. His real bedroom, not the room he sometimes slept in down below. She smiled as she took it in, being exactly what she expected it might be.
The first thing Emma noticed were five framed posters decorating the wall behind the bed. One featured Taylor Swift in a tiny, white body suit covered in thousands of sparkling sequins and wearing flesh-colored tights that really showed off the diva’s long, slender legs. The next two were from Suicide Squad. The first featured Margot Robbie, her back facing the camera, half turned to show off both that wicked Harley Quinn grin and her amazingly tight ass in those tiny, sparkling shorts. The next featured Cara Delevingne in a poster split down the middle, on one side, she was in her full Enchantress attire, and the other showed her as Dr. June Moone. Next was a Rogue One poster featuring Felicity Jones as the badass Rebellion fighter, Jyn Erso. Lastly, holding the place of honor right in the middle was a poster of her from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, standing alone and looking fierce with wand in hand.
The wall across from the bed was bare, Emma suspected it was another one of those LED screens hiding a ridiculous view of the mountains. But, as she stood from the bed, she saw a tall, sleek curio filled with knickknacks. As she approached it, the collection became curiouser and curiouser. One shelf was filled with tiny porcelain dolls that had real hair and were dressed in a wide assortment of outfits, everything from sailors to race car drivers and just about anything else you could think of. The next was filled with battered old GI Joes, Transformers, and other assorted children’s toys. A third shelf had an ivory handled .45 caliber revolver with real silver bullets, a wicked looking Bowie knife, a random set of car keys with a Lamborghini logo on the chain, and a pair of dirty hiking boots that still had mud clinging to the tread.
“It’s me, my Mom, and my Dad,” came Alex’s voice from across the room. “Just before they died. Back from a time when we were a real family. Well, as much as we were ever a family.”
“You scared me,” Emma said, jumping and turning to give him an evil look. She turned back to look at the curio again, tilting her head in curiosity as her gaze took in the shelf meant to represent Alex. “I thought you said they died when you were sixteen? Curious items for a teenager?”
“Well, an idealized version of the time just before they died, admittedly,” he said with a smile as he tentatively crossed the floor between them. “After I went off to boarding school, I never had much time for toys and games.”
“I see,” she said, stepping closer to him so that they were no less than a meter apart. “And your father was into guns and cars I’m guessing?”
“He had a penchant for masculine things. Guns, cars, women, nature. He used to take me hunting almost every year. He shot, killed, and skinned that grizzly you saw down stairs.”
“Oh, that’s why you have that thing. I never figured you to be into clichés.”
“No,” he said, laughing. He reached out and took her hands, gazing down into her eyes. She stared back up into his and both felt the connection between them. A bond formed through trial and tribulation over the past 37 days. “I’ve never used it for a cliché. But,” he said, giving her hands a soft squeeze, “I wouldn’t mind.”
Emma laughed, stepping into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head against the lean muscles of his chest. “You did promise to fuck me earlier,” she whispered enticingly.
Feeling the nearly naked body of his deepest fantasy girl pressed so willingly against him. Knowing for certain for the first time that it was her choice to be standing right beside him made Alex more aroused than he’d ever been in his life. After everything, Emma Watson was his, totally and completely his. “I love you,” he whispered, gently kissing the top of her head.
She looked up at him, those amazing brown eyes of hers pierced through him. “I love you too, Alex” she said, an easy smile on her face. Then, pulling away from him, she playfully smacked his chest and ran toward the bed. “Now get over here and fuck me already!”
Laughing, they both ran towards the bed. Emma leaped in and rolled to her back. She chewed on her lips as he skidded to a stop at the edge. Alex looked down at her, watching her eyes and began to strip off his ten-thousand-dollar suit. Emma shifted her hips, gazing back into his eyes and slowly trailed a hand down her chest. It slid teasingly beneath her panties and she began to softly stroke her clit.
By the time Alex was fully nude, he could hear the wet sloshing sounds as Emma’s fingers probed her insides. But the two never broke eye contact. She spun around on the bed after he was undressed, scooted forward and, after grinning up at him, wrapped her lips around his cock.
Alex groaned in pleasure as he wound his fingers through her long brown hair, cupping the back of her head. He cradled it in his hands as she slowly worked her lips up and down his shaft. “Fuck, Em that’s amazing.” She didn’t say anything, just popped the head free of her mouth and dove for his balls, sucking them between her lips as she worked his shaft like a crank. Her other hand went between her legs as she continued playing with her pussy.
This went on for a few minutes. Emma alternated between swallowing his dick to sucking on his balls. Soon his shaft was coated in thick, sticky saliva and she was moaning like a whore as her fingers continued to probe deep into her sex. A moment later, she again pulled his prick free of her lips. She gazed up at him, a mischievous light in her eyes, “I want you to fuck my throat, Master. Please,” she said, giving him a pouty look and every so lightly kissing the tip of his manhood.
Without waiting for a response, Emma rolled over onto her back and hung her head off the side of the bed. Her mouth dropped open and her tongue stretched past her lips, enticing him to enter her at his leisure.
“You want it rough?” Alex asked, giving her cheek a hard but controlled slap.
Her answer was just a moan of pleasure as her mouth remained open and her other hand dipped between her thighs. Alex smacked his cock against her mouth, then slid it in. Emma closed her lips tight around it and pressed her tongue against the top of his shaft, cupping it and rolling it as he slid it deep into her mouth.
“God damn,” he groaned, as he shoved his cock more than halfway in. Already, the feeling of Emma’s lips was amazing. The touch of her tongue as it undulated against the top of his shaft and the feeling of her lips as she sucked so hard on it were incredible. But she wanted it hard, and who was he to deny that request? He grabbed each of her tits in either hand, squeezing them roughly as he jammed his hips forward, forcing his cock into her throat in one brutal thrust.
Emma moaned and squirmed as he held himself fully inside her throat. She continued to play with her pussy. Lifting her ass from the bed and going in from behind so that her fingers could probe deeper while she worked her clit furiously beneath her panties.
Alex began to thrust back and forth in her throat, fucking her mouth in long deep strokes as Emma fucked herself on her fingers. He squeezed and groped her tits, crudely manhandling them as his hips battered against her face. Then he took three deep strokes, never pulling himself free of her throat and causing Emma to gag and buck against his body, forcing him to pull out and let her breathe.
“Oh my God!” Emma gasped, immediately sucking his balls into her mouth the second she caught her breath. She gargled her master’s nut sack, slathering her sloppy tongue all over them as she withdrew her fingers from her dripping snatch and inserted them into her anus.
With a shift of his hips, Alex slid his glistening prick back between Emma’s wanting lips, groaning as she clamped down on it. He thrust forward, shoving his cock back into her throat as he leaned over her sweaty body and slid his fingertips against her dripping cunt. Slipping them inside her, he began to furiously fingerfuck her twat while stroking his dick in and out of her throat, all while she stretched and probed her asshole, making it ready for him.
Soon a battery of fingers, three from Alex and two from Emma, worked her holes, fucking her hard while he continued to furiously fuck her head. Between deep gasps for breath, Emma started to cum. She bucked and moaned while still probing her asshole and working her clit all while concentrating on sucking her master’s dick. A moment later, hot, thick girl cum exploded from her cunt around Alex’s probing digits, spraying across the mattress in a wide, wet arc.
As Emma was still bucking on the double penetration of their combined fingers, Alex continued to pound away. He clenched, his body going rigid as he felt his own orgasm approach. With a deep thrust into her throat, he blew his load, shooting load after load of hot, sticky jizz directly down Emma Watson’s aching esophagus. She swallowed as much as she could and sputtered and gagged on the rest, forcing Alex to pull out and shoot the last of his cum in a spray across her sloppy, saliva-coated face.
With his spunk and her spit still dripping from her lips, Emma moaned, “I want you in my ass, Master.”
“Then you better get this dick ready, slut!” He said, placing his softening prick back between her lips.
Emma moaned at the degradation as she lovingly suckled on the tip of her master’s cock. She continued to lie on her back and use her fingers to stretch her asshole out, so it would be ready for him to take. Her fingers probed and pulled on her sphincter and she swirled her tongue around his manhood, working it till it began to grow in her mouth.
Alex gazed down at Emma’s fantastic body. It was glistening in sweat and her tiny, lacy panties, still damp, clung to her body as they shifted and moved under the delicate work of her hands while she gently rubbed her clit. Her perky boobs swayed on her chest, and her nipples were hard as diamonds. He kneaded them softly in his hands, watching as she fucked herself and worked his cock back to ready.
A few minutes later, Emma’s asshole was stretched as far open as her delicate fingers could manage and Alex’s cock was rock hard between her lips. He eased it from her mouth and, grinning down at her, slapped it three times across her forehead. She moaned and giggled as she rammed three fingers into her sopping cunt. “Fuck me,” she sighed.
Alex grabbed a handful of her hair, lifted and spun her around till she was on her knees. He then slid her panties down her legs, practically ripping them off her and gave her ass a hard, playful swat to usher her further onto the bed. She knelt before him, her head on the bed and ass up in the air. Her little pink sphincter was spread wide open, inviting him, no, begging him to fill it with cock.
“Fill my little asshole with your big dick, Master. Please.” She looked over at him, desperation and longing clear in her eyes. It had been a long week’s anticipation building to this moment.
He climbed onto the bed behind her, kneeling between her splayed legs and aiming the tip of his rock-hard prick at her winking opening. His cock, still drenched in her spit, slid effortlessly in as the muscles of her anus clenched his shaft, urging, practically pulling him deeper inside. “Fuck, Emma, your asshole is so tight.”
“Fuck me, Master,” she moaned softly. “That feels so good.”
Alex kept a tight grip on her hips as he drove his cock balls deep into her eager shithole. He closed his eyes in ecstasy, feeling her muscles clinching and guiding his dick in. Once he was fully in, he leaned down over her body and wrapped his arms tight around her neck. “You gonna be my little cum dumpster?” he whispered as he took his first deep stroke out then slowly back in.
“Uh-huh,” she cooed, biting her lip in anticipation. “Please use my little hole, Master. I want you to fill me with your hot, sticky cum.”
Feeling his dick solidify at her words like even her tight little butthole couldn’t do, Alex tightened his grip around her neck, pulling her body tight against his. Slowly, he increased his pace, working his cock in and out. As his speed increased, Emma trailed a hand between her legs and began to rub her clit in a nice, slow circle and to thrust back against him, colliding against him each time he drove forward. The other hand, the one that had been three knuckles deep in her rectum went into her mouth and she began to suck and lick each digit clean, moaning like a whore with each stroke.
Soon, Alex was fucking her as hard as he could, slamming his hips into hers again and again, and she was meeting him in force, thrust for thrust. Their bodies were covered in sweat, pressed tight against each other. A hard, wet slapping sound filled the room as their bodies collided in hot passion. “Emma, your ass… so… fucking…tight!” Alex was panting, and his calves began to burn with the effort of keeping up his heated pace.
Emma’s tits bounced on her chest as he held her tightly against him and she was rubbing her clit furiously up and down. She couldn’t speak, the action was too intense. It was all she could do to continue to thrust back against him and, within a few more strokes, she couldn’t even do that. She was a slave to his cock, taking it and loving every glorious inch. Her hand fell to the bed, her eyes rolled in her head, and her whole body went rigid.
Alex hammered into her with three more hard thrusts before she started to cum. Emma’s gorgeous brown eyes lolled in her head, rolling up and down till at one point all he could see was white. Drool pooled from her mouth as it fell agape, and her tongue hung limp from her lips. She shuddered in orgasm and was held immobile as a wave of powerful, intense ecstasy rolled through her body. Her pussy exploded, again spraying its hot liquid all over the bed. She shuddered at least four times before Alex neared his own climax.
He released his hold on her neck and Emma collapsed onto the bed, a slave to the pleasure she was feeling. Alex then shifted his grip to her hips and continued to slam himself into her spasming asshole. It was gripping and squeezing him each time Emma came and it was growing hard for him to hold back any longer.
Alex gave her ass one hard, open-palmed slap. The whack echoed around the room and her sphincter clamped down like a vice. “Fuck!” he exclaimed as he erupted inside her. One, two, three powerful shots of cum blasted her insides as he continued to slam in and out of her anus. By the time his pace slowed, his hot jizz was slopping out of her butthole with each stroke. Then, with a deep breath, he released his hold on her.
Emma collapsed to the bed like a ragdoll, curling up into a ball with a tired, contented grin on her face. Her mastered towered over her like a god, dripping in sweat and breathing in deep. She bit her lip, meeting his gaze with a shy grin. “Thank you, Master. That was great.”
He chuckled softly. “You’re telling me,” he said, looking down at her. She looked almost like an angel, if you weren’t counting her gaping asshole spewing cum like a faucet. He lay down next to her and she turned to lay against him, resting her head on his chest. She was asleep almost instantly.
Alex smiled, stretching his arms up behind his head. It was a good feeling lying there with his Emma. She snoozed, softly curled against him. But, he lay awake for a little while, thinking about the various problems in the harem and how he might deal with them. Mostly though, he thought about how, despite the hiccup, today had gone precisely how he’d planned. Emma’s reaction to the phone had been exactly what he thought it would be. She never suspected for a second that the signal was being monitored and could have been killed at a moment’s notice. She had made her choice and had chosen him.
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