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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.
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Day 38 (5 a.m.)
Bella had been asleep, so she hadn’t noticed when the sleeping gas again filled her room. When she woke everything was dark and she couldn’t move. Her left arm was pulled out to her side, through a hole and she could tell it was lashed to a board. Her right was pinned behind her back. The lower half of her body from her hips down was outside, opened to the air. Her legs were lashed down and her ass rested on some kind of shelf. Worst though, was her hair. It was pulled taut below her and tied to something so that she couldn’t sit up or turn away. All she could do was look straight up. Suddenly she heard a door open and light appeared through a circular hole above her. She then heard the deep throaty laughter of the guards as a shadowy form appeared over her.
                                                                           ***
Day 38 (7 a.m.)
Alex and Emma had a peaceful night’s sleep, resting in each other’s arms. Alex, content because, for the first time in his life, he had everything he’d ever wanted. Emma, in the blissful knowledge that she was with the man she loved and that he loved her in return. She’d made her choice to remain here and fell into a deep slumber, secure that there was nowhere else she wanted to be.
When they woke, Alex told her all about the events that took place in the restroom yesterday and that he’d confined all the participants to their rooms, since, as she knew, the punishment room held the two new arrivals. “How do we handle it, then?” Emma asked after they’d showered and put on fresh clothes.
“I thought I’d ask Margot to check in with Cara and have you talk to Taylor before I administer a punishment to her for not doing as I asked. It was, after all, her inaction that caused events to escalate. Bella might have been the aggressor, but she never would have gotten so out of hand if not for Taylor drawing things out.”
“Let me check in with Cara.” Emma said, buttoning a pair of slim fitting black slacks. She also wore a matching see through blouse with a dark sports top underneath and a pair of stiletto heels. Her hair was down in its typical fashion, and she wore the dark mascara that she knew Alex loved and which highlighted her sexy brown eyes.
“You want to nurture Cara back to health? And have Margot prep Taylor for punishment?” Alex asked, arching an eyebrow as he stepped into the linen pants and slippers he almost always wore down in the harem.
“All Margot needs to do is explain why Taylor is being punished. Something she should be well aware of. The explanation will come easier from her, anyway. Margot has a gentler more temperate way of dealing with the girls.” Emma stepped over to Alex, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rested her head against his chest. “Besides, I think she’s too emotionally invested in Cara to do anything more than coddle her.” Alex pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. “At least if I go to Cara, I might be able to help her come to terms with the sometimes harsh realities of harem life… I can bring her back to the fold…” she looked up at him, a little smile on her face “…trust me.”
“Ok,” he laughed, smiling back. “You go to Cara, I’ll send Margot to Taylor, then start her punishment. Afterwards, you’ll conduct weigh in and then we’ll go visit the newcomers.”
“What about Bella?”
“Oh,” he laughed, as they stepped onto the elevator hidden in the floor, “I’ve got something special set up for her.”

                                                                        ***
Day 38 (10 a.m.)
After a long talk with Emma, Cara decided she would attend morning weigh in. Emma told her she could stay in her room if she wanted to rest and recover. But after being told that the master would be in attendance and that he was going to announce Bella’s crimes and her punishment before everyone, she felt she had to go. The mistress of the harem showed surprising gentleness with her, in stark contrast to the stories she’d heard about how she could be cold and detached. It lightened her spirits that she’d shown her such kindness.
Emma had brought her a light breakfast of fruit and yogurt that she’d managed to eat a little of despite not having much appetite. So she wasn’t hungry when she joined the queue outside the restroom doors. Felicity, Chloe and Margot, however, all seemed quite shocked when she assumed her place in line in front of the dark-haired Brit. “Oh my God!” Margot exclaimed, when she saw her, “are you alright? You should be in bed!”
“I’m fine,” Cara assured her, returning the offered hug. “I have to see this,” she said, casting a grim look at the restroom door.
“The master’s going to punish Bella?” Felicity asked in a soft whisper, “for what she did to you?”
“Good,” Chloe added, giving Cara’s arm a reassuring squeeze. “She’s been out of control before. Maybe this time she’ll learn.”
“Need I remind you,” Margot added, giving the blonde teen a reproachful look, “one of those times was just as much your fault as hers.”
Chloe merely shrugged at the comment. She leaned against the wall, a thoughtful smile on her face, and fondly touched the thick leather collar at her neck as she awaited what was coming.
Margot turned her attention back to Cara. She gave the blonde a sympathetic smile as she smoothed some of the hair from her eyes. “Is there anything I can do?”
Cara just shook her head no before offering the Aussie a reassuring glance and a tight-lipped smile. “I’ll be ok. All of us have suffered down here. I’m no different.” She gently touched Margot’s cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll be my usual goofy self soon enough I imagine.”
“Good to hear,” Margot laughed.
“Emma’s talk really helped…” Cara assured her.
As if summoned by her name, the restroom door opened, and the mistress of the harem herself appeared. “He’s ready for us,” she said, looking the group over. “He wants to talk to us before I conduct weigh in.”
They all offered her hugs and belated birthday wishes before heading in. The clicking of Emma’s heels on stone tiles led the way as Margot, Cara, Felicity and Chloe followed behind. The Aussie, however, frowned at the harem mistress’s back. She was concerned the events of last night would reflect badly on her time in charge. Furthermore, she worried that Emma might be trying to drive a wedge between her and Cara. After all, it was her job to the comforting, gentle presence. Why else would Emma go to her? She knew how much Cara meant to her and that she would want to be the one to talk to her. The whole idea was very disturbing.
The slender harem mistress led them past the sink area and into the small room with the toilets and benches where weigh in was conducted. All but one of those benches was gone and the doors to the stalls were closed tight. A thick curtain blocked most of the room from view and the master stood before it, shirtless and wearing his typical white linen pants and slippers. He beckoned Cara over to him as they entered and, when she came near, he pulled her into a close, gentle embrace.
“I’m so sorry about what happened to you,” he whispered. He tenderly stroked her cheek as he spoke again, quietly this time, for her ears alone. “Rest assured that I’m not only going to punish Bella for what happened, but Taylor and Zeru, my man on camera duty, as well. Each are just as responsible for what happened to you as she.”
Cara nodded into his chest, feeling, for some strange reason, assured by his strong, masculine presence. “Thank you, Master,” she whispered back, tears in her eyes.
He gave her another squeeze before ushering her off towards the group with a soft spoken, “you should rejoin your friends for this.”
When she left him, Cara went to Emma’s side, much to the surprise of Margot, who expected her friend to come to her and reinforcing her worst fears. The leggy Brit leaned in against the harem mistress and wrapped her arms about her slender waist. Emma leaned her head against Cara’s and looked to the master, oblivious to the Aussie’s gaze and anxious to see what he had in store for them. Margot pursed her lips in concern and then turned her attention back to the master.
A muffled, tormented moan filled the room from behind the curtain. Alex looked over his shoulder, then back at the ladies assembled before him. He folded his arms over his chest, then pronounced judgment like the kings of old. “As you all know, last night, right here in this restroom, Cara was attacked by Bella. Jealous because Taylor had been seeing them both in secret, the young redhead took out her frustrations at this discovery by viciously attacking Ms. Delevingne with forethought and malice.”
Cara cringed against Emma at the reminder of what happened. She clutched her tightly as tears fell to her cheeks. She looked to her master, hoping that he was about to offer her justice for the crimes against her.
“I’m here to tell you,” Alex went on, giving the blonde Brit a look of sympathy, “that kind of behavior will henceforth be met with the swiftest and most terrible punishments I can think up.” He met the eye of each girl present to reinforce his point before going on. “If you have a problem with one of the other ladies, I expect to hear about it. You can talk to me and if you don’t feel comfortable talking to me, Emma or Margot will help you. From now on, the punishment Bella is about to suffer for this crime will be nothing compared to what I will do if one of you perpetrates an attack on one of the others.”
Alex turned to look at the curtain separating the two halves of the small restroom area. “As many of you know, this was not the first time Bella has attacked a member of the harem. Several weeks back, she was part of an attack on me. She then attacked Chloe just a few days later.” He turned back to look at the group. “I’m telling you this so that you all know when I tell you that I expect you to participate in Bella’s punishment, you know why. The last time Ms. Thorne was disciplined, it was in a rough, sexual way. That chastisement was obviously not a clear enough message.”
“This time, her punishment will be public humiliation.” Alex then dramatically pulled down the curtain separating the two sides of the room. “I want her to know that all of you condemn her actions as much as I do.”
With the curtain down, a tall, thin box that very much resembled a port-a-potty was revealed. It was plain wood, painted black, and had a door that was closed. One of Bella’s arms could be seen sticking out of a hole in the box’s side and was firmly attached to a wooden slat under the hole by no less than three leather straps. A nearby IV was fed into her arm and was steadily dripping. A second curtain covered the back of the box, hiding from view the exposed bottom half of Bella’s naked body. Her ass sat on a second wooden slat, her legs draped over its side and were bound to the bottom of the box by thick leather straps. The only thing she currently wore was an adult diaper.
“For the next few days,” Alex went on after seeing the shock on most of the assembled faces, “Bella will be confined here, in the restroom, beneath the hole in this toilet. Whenever you feel the need to relieve yourselves, whether it be number 1, or number 2… you will do so here.” He gave the door to the port-a-potty a smack and there was a second audible moan from inside.
“Please, God, no!” came a muffled plea from the box. “I’m sorry…”
“Ms. Thorne,” Alex went on as if uninterrupted, “will be conscious, confined, and unable to retaliate. Her head is positioned just below the opening and she will be unable to turn away, so feel free to taunt her and tell her what you think of her attack… or feel free to just shit on her face.” He then motioned to the IV. “Fear not,” he went on, “the drugs coursing through her veins will prevent hunger and dehydration as well as infection from any waste she ingests.” He again met the eyes of all the assembled ladies. “It may seem cruel,” he added, “but next time, her attack might be on you. Any questions?”
Margot raised a tentative hand. “Yes,” Alex said, nodding the Aussie’s way.
She swallowed nervously and cast a cautious glance at the port-a-potty door. “And…what happens if we don’t want to participate?”
Alex frowned. “Being a level 4, you have your own facilities, I can’t stop you. As for the others, I suggest you grow fond of using the kitchen sink.” He crossed his arms over his bare, muscular chest to show how serious he was. “I’ve disabled the other toilets and if the guards catch you using them, there will be consequences. But, it is my hope that you all will want to take part in Bella’s punishment. Her attack on Cara affects all of you. Your support will show her that there will be zero tolerance for attacking one another.”
A stunned silence filled the room. It was followed by a third pathetic sob from inside the black box. Cara then stood up straighter, separated herself from Emma and took a step out in front of the group. She looked back at them, tears in her eyes. “If you’ll excuse me,” she said in a halting sob, “I have to piss.” She then stepped up to the box, swung open the door and went in, closing it behind her.
“Cara! No! Please, don’t. I’m so—"
A moment later, there was a muffled cry as Bella’s pleas were interrupted by a hot, heady flow of urine. Her sobs echoed around the restroom and Alex looked at every face in the room upon hearing that desperate noise. Emma nodded to him, a clear look of satisfaction mixed with a little smugness on her face. Margot looked horrified and raised her hand to her mouth, perhaps in a need to stifle vomit. Felicity’s face was stone, her expression hard and unreadable. She studied the door to the box as if weighing the pros and cons of its existence. Chloe’s face, however, was the easiest to read. The blonde teen wore a broad grin. She looked at the expressions of the others, then to the box and broke into laughter. A moment later she stepped toward her master, she upraised her hand as if offering him a high-five. Alex indulged her, gently slapping hands with her. “Good for you, Master,” she said, still grinning. “Bitch needed a lesson.” It was the most emotion he’d seen from her since Emma had broken her weeks back.
“I didn’t do this for your amusement, Chloe. I did it to teach Bella about striking out in anger.” Alex replied, pulling the young blonde close and kissing the top of her head. He looked around at the others, “weigh in will start now. If you’ll all please step back into the hallway and await Ms. Watson’s call. We’ll be beginning today with Cara. She’s been through enough. I’d like to get her back to her room and resting again as soon as possible.”
As the others filed out, Cara exited the port-a-potty to the further muted sobs of the girl confined below it. There was a calm, almost satisfied look on her face. She stepped into Alex, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, Master.”
“Of course,” he said, giving her a soft squeeze. “Anything else Emma or I can do for you?”
She shook her head no, giving them both a brave look. “I…I just need a little time, is all.”
“Sure thing.” Emma responded, smiling at her.
Cara then looked anxiously between them. “You…you want me to undress now.”
The expression on her face told them both she clearly didn’t want to. “No. That won’t be necessary. I’m going to excuse you from weigh ins for the next two days. But feel free to come and go in the main dorm as you please.” Alex responded, pulling her into a second hug.
Cara looked relieved. “Ok. Is it alright if I go back to my room now? I think I’d like a little more sleep.”
“Course,” Emma said, giving her arm a soft touch. “I’ll come by to check on you later?”
Cara nodded, a light smile touching her face. “I’d like that.” She lingered a moment to share a shy glance with Emma before heading off to her room.
Alex turned to his harem mistress, giving her a look of disbelief. “I don’t know what you said to her, but that chick is into you.”
Emma just laughed. “Nothing much. Girl talk.”
“Uh huh…” he said, laughing. He then took a seat on the one remaining bench to watch while Emma conducted weigh in.
She looked away from him toward the entrance, a broad grin on her face. “Margot,” she called out loudly, “you can come on in.”
The blonde Aussie entered, still looking pale and trying to avoid glancing at the black box as much as possible. She stood before them, and without comment, stripped off her clothes. When she was naked, she stepped onto the scale.
“Is everything alright with Taylor?” Emma asked, concern evident in her voice.
“She’s scared. Worried…about Bella and Cara… about this punishment you’ve started her on.” She crossed her arms over her chest as Emma took down a few notes and glanced at Alex who wasn’t paying much attention and was instead watching the door to the port-a-potty. “Are you sure about this, Master?”
“Perfectly,” he responded, without glancing over.
At that moment, the box rattled as Bella struggled to free herself. When she failed, another ragged sob filled the restroom, drawing the attention of all. “Margot! Please,” Bella wailed, “you’ve got to help me! This is wrong, you’ve got to see that!”
Alex and Emma ignored the redhead’s pleas. Margot however, looked conflicted. She turned her gaze back to them, frowning, but said nothing.
“Done,” Emma said, giving her former lover a fond smile. “You can get dressed.”
Margot did so without comment. When she was done, she turned to leave, addressing the master and mistress of the harem with her back to them before doing so. “I said I’d support you both, and I meant it. I…I just don’t want to see anyone else hurt over this…”
She took two steps towards the door before Alex spoke up. “Are you really going to refuse to participate in this? It’s the same as condoning what she did, you must realize that?”
Margot’s hands balled into fists as if she were steeling herself. She turned back to them, and there were tears in her eyes. She walked toward the box and flung open the door. “Please, don’t!” Bella wailed as the door slammed shut.
A moment later, there was another cry from the human toilet. When Margot exited a moment later, she gave both Emma and Alex a sad look. “Bella deserves punishment. She was completely out of control and she hurt people. But, are her crimes any worse than what either of you have committed?” The tears fell to her cheeks and she fled the restroom before either could say anything in response.
“I’ll talk to her later today after we visit the punishment room.” He took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze and a reassuring smile. “Let’s get on with this.”
Emma nodded, looking again toward the entrance. “Chloe,” she called out.
The blonde teen entered and let out a squeal of delight before rushing toward Emma upon seeing her mistress’s outstretched arms. She collapsed to the floor at her feet, wrapped her arms around Emma’s waist and hugged her tight. “I missed you so much, mistress,” she whispered reverently, rocking back and forth, and holding onto her mistress for all she was worth.
Emma stroked the teen’s blonde locks the way one might pet a dog and looked up to Alex with a self-satisfied grin on her face. “Are you still my good little slut?” she said softly, kissing the top of her slave’s head.
“Yes, mistress,” she said, pulling back and looking down at the floor submissively.
“Good girl,” Emma praised her and stroked her cheek. “You need to use the potty?” she asked, with a grin.
Chloe raised her captivating green eyes to her mistress’s and nodded slowly up and down. “Yes, mistress.”
Emma firmly gripped her slave’s chin, looking her right in the eye. “Strip off your clothes then, slave, and go take your piss.”
“Yes, mistress.” Chloe stood up and quickly stripped off her little red tee-shirt and shorts, kicked off her shoes and socks, but then stood there nervously, hands clasped over her pelvis.
Emma knew that Chloe wanted to ask a question, but that she was waiting for permission. “Speak, slave.”
“I…I need to um—”
“Shit?” Alex said with a grin, as he finished the sentence for her.
“Um, yes, Master.”
Emma and Alex shared a grin. “Very well then, slave,” Emma again addressed her slave, “go do what you need to do. We’ll wait.”
There was a feeble sob from inside the black box as Chloe looked back up at them with a smile before skipping toward the door. She went in and closed the door behind her and Bella’s pathetic cries again filled the room.
“Felicity.” Emma called out. “No need to make her wait just cause Clo needs to boom boom.” Alex chuckled loudly as the door to the restroom opened, and the green-eyed Brit tentatively stepped into the room.
She looked first to Alex and a shy, nervous smile lighted her face. She then turned to Emma with an uncertain frown. Thoughts of what the harem mistress had put her through in the punishment room clearly showed on her face. Brushing the hair from her eyes, she again looked between them. “Sh—should I undress now?”
Emma looked to Alex for a moment, concerned that the brunette was so anxious. She sat her notepad to the side and approached her. “Are you alright?” she asked, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.
Felicity looked past her to the master, then back into Emma’s eyes. “Just nervous,” she said, forcing a smile. “This is…you know… our first time. I got used to Margot.”
“Don’t be,” Emma smiled. “I want you to know there are no hard feelings about the punishment room, ok? I want us to be friends.”
If Felicity was put at ease by the harem mistress’s comments, it didn’t show on her face. “Should I…undress now?”
“Please,” Emma replied, with a light smile. “I’ll try to make this quick and painless,” she said, motioning to the scale.
Emma returned to the bench while Felicity hesitantly stripped off her blue tee-shirt and shorts, then removed her bra, panties, and shoes. Then, still looking nervous, stepped up on the scale, folding one arm over her tits and the other over her pelvis. “No need to be so shy,” Emma said softly, as she made a few notes, “we’re all friends here.”
Felicity didn’t look convinced, just stared at the wall, cheeks flush with shame. She shifted uncomfortably as Emma studied her, allowing the harem mistress to move her arms to the side as she conducted a thorough examination. A soft grunt came then from the black box, drawing the attention of all. The noise was quickly followed by horrible, pathetic cry from the captive human toilet, Bella Thorne.
Emma grinned up at Felicity. “Keeping the pubic hair, I see?” she asked, trying to keep the weigh in as professional as possible.
“I like it,” Alex added, touching Emma’s shoulder.
“Is that ok?” Felicity responded. “I didn’t think it was against the rules.”
“It’s not.” Emma assured her. “It’s just most girls have chosen to go bare. The master seems to like that best.”
“He can speak for himself,” Alex said, with a laugh. “If she wants to keep it, I say good. It looks sexy and I like a little variety here and there.”
The door to the port-a-potty opened then, and Chloe stepped out rubbing her hands together. “OOooh,” she said, eyeing Felicity up and down in an appraising way.
The brunette balked, immediately covering herself again. She stepped down from the scale. “Is—is there anything more? May I dress?”
“Please,” Alex responded. “But, if you would,” he motioned to the box, “I hope you’ll participate.”
Emma pulled Chloe into a hug, intentionally pushing her face against her breast to spare Felicity further indecency. The brunette stepped quickly into her clothes, giving Emma an appreciative glance. “I will. Just not…I can’t…”
“We understand. No rush.” Alex said, in understanding. He then gently took her arm and led her toward the door. When they reached it, he took her chin in a tender grip, raising it so she would look up at him. “Is everything ok?”
She swallowed nervously. “I’m fine…it’s just…seeing her made me remember everything that happened.” She gently kissed his lips and smiled. “I’ll be fine. Just need some time is all.”
“Ok. Good. Cause she isn’t going anywhere and I really want you all to get along.”
“We will. Promise.” Her grin seemed a little surer, and she kissed him once more before heading out into the main dorm.
When Alex reentered the restroom area, it was as Chloe stepped down from the scale. “All good,” Emma smiled at her. The blonde teen beamed as she went to retrieve her clothes. But before she could reach them, Emma grabbed her arm and pulled the teen to stand in front of her. “I’m not done with you, slave,” she said playfully.
Chloe sank into her mistress’s lap, pressing her nude body against Emma’s. “Mistress?” she cooed, licking her lips.
The two shared a deep intimate kiss which caused Alex’s cock to stir in his pants. Emma’s hands slid down the teen’s slender back to grip her firm ass in both hands and Chloe in turn began to grind softly in her lap. “I missed you,” Emma said, when the kiss broke. She smoothed the blonde’s hair from her face and they shared a long soulful gaze. “I want you to do something for me,” Emma whispered, pulling her slave closer.
“Anything, Mistress,” Chloe responded. She was putty in the hands of a master sculptor. Her lips trembled and she looked down submissively. It was clear whatever hold Emma had on her was strong, perhaps even stronger than Alex’s.
“Our Master has granted you access to the VIP wing. I want you to gather up all your things and move them into my room. You’re going to be my personal slave. Is that ok with you?”
Chloe’s face lit up, she beamed a smile at Emma. “Can I?” she asked, looking to Alex.
“It didn’t sound like a question to me.” Alex responded, with a happy grin.
With that, the blonde burst from her mistress’s lap. She scrambled to pick up her clothes, dress and race back toward her room. Emma smiled, watching as she went. When the door to the restroom closed, she looked up at Alex. “We’re going to have to promote someone else to level 4, you know that, right?”
Alex just nodded.
                                                                        ***
Day 38 (1 p.m.)
After lunch, Alex and Emma went into the punishment room. It was dark and oddly still as they pushed the door open. But, they didn’t need light to sense the fear in the room, to hear the sobs of despair, or smell the acidic scent of piss. “Please,” cried Dove, before Alex could even turn on the lights, “we’ve been here for hours. Enough already…”
Alex hit the lights and smiled at the sight that greeted him. Dove Cameron sat on the floor in a puddle of her own urine. She was still pinned to the wall by shackles and was literally shaking all over from a combination of fear and dehydration. There were tears in her eyes, and already Alex could see defeat and a willingness to do anything to leave this room.
Ariana Grande similarly had pissed herself. It had run down her short, skinny legs and formed a puddle near her feet. Her head, which had hung limp in the stockade end of the horse, raised in defiance as they entered. She began to twist and pull at her bonds in a fevered attempt to free herself.
Alex laughed as he walked around in front of the dark-haired diva. “If that didn’t work hours ago, why would it work now?” he asked, crouching down in front of her.
Both girls saw Alex as the tall, lean muscled, handsome man he was. But each drew a different conclusion based on their first time seeing the man who’d kidnapped them. Dove saw his steel gray eyes. She saw a man as hard as steel, someone who would never compromise his beliefs or bend to the will of another. Ariana on the other hand wasn’t impressed by his rugged good looks and obviously rich demeanor. She saw someone soft, used to getting his way and could thus be exploited.
“Fuck you, prick!” she hissed, trying to spit in his face. But hours of hanging there and being without water had dried her mouth and nothing but air came out.
Alex slapped her hard, right across the cheek. “That’s right, you fight.” He looked over at Emma and, for the first time, Dove seemed to notice her presence in the room. “It’s better when they fight, right?”
Emma looked Dove right in her eyes. The blonde teen blinked, causing the tears to fall to her cheeks. “It does make things interesting,” the harem mistress agreed.
Dove was in shock at seeing the harem mistress. At seeing UN Ambassador, feminist and renown champion for women’s rights, Emma Watson here and apparently helping this monster. Her lips trembled in fear and her whole body began to shake. Thick tears formed in her eyes as she began to sob softly with new knowledge of how helpless and unescapable this situation was.
Ariana took the vision of Ms. Watson in stride. She assumed the Brit must be getting preferential treatment for helping. She thought Emma too weak to fight back. That she had caved to save herself, that she wasn’t strong. She was determined to show her how to fight back.
Alex stood up, grabbing a handful of Ari’s hair. “You did a fair bit of fighting on your trip here, am I right?” But for his answer, he looked to Dove.
Ari struggled in his grip but was exhausted from hours spent pinned in the horse. She thrashed about, but her efforts did little more than rattle the clamps on her bindings. “I,” Dove spoke, giving her captors a helpless look, “we… I didn’t fight.” Her full pouty lips trembled helplessly. “I…I tried to get her to behave… I did…”
“I know,” he said, releasing his hold on Ari’s hair. Her neck went limp, her head hung in defeat. Alex looked to Emma, “get them some water.” While his harem mistress did as he asked, Alex moved closer to Dove. He crouched near her, careful to avoid the putrid yellow puddle beneath her. “I understand you were told the rules. That you are prepared to take a test to avoid a trial by fire?”
Dove swallowed nervously, her eyes flicking past Alex to look at the limp, defeated Ariana Grande. “Y—yes…Master,” she used his title, having been made aware that it was expected of her, but it was, for obvious reasons, hesitant and unfamiliar on her tongue. “What…what would you ask of me?”
Alex offered her a sympathetic smile. He tenderly stoked her hair. “You’ll see.” Emma approached him and handed him a bottle of water. “But first, drink. You’ll need your strength.” He placed it to her lips and allowed her to drink. He fed it to her while Emma struggled to do the same with Ari.
Once the bottle was empty, he fetched the key to her shackles. “If I free you, you promise not to do anything stupid?”
Dove looked fearfully at Emma, who had taken up the hose and was spraying down Ariana Grande’s backside while she sobbed pathetically. She nodded slowly, “yes…Master. I’ll behave.”
“Good,” Alex said, as he unlocked the bindings. Dove grasped her wrists, rubbing them while she continued to stare at Emma as she hosed Ari down. No doubt her fingers were quite numb after hours of being suspended above her head. “Stand up, take off those filthy clothes. Let’s clean you up. Then we can see if you’re worthy of getting out of here.”
She stood, her big green eyes still glued to Emma. Alex followed her gaze then looked back at the sexy teen. “You have a question?” he asked. “You may speak, but be warned, stupid questions will be punished.”
Dove swallowed again, her nervous gaze went back to her master. “She…Emma…Emma Watson, she helps you?”
Alex tenderly touched Dove’s cheek. She flinched from him, but only slightly. “Emma, Mistress Watson to you, is the leader of my harem. You follow her word as if it were mine. Understand?”
She just nodded and began to strip off her clothes, continuing to watch as Emma brought the hose closer. When she was naked, Emma said, “I’m gonna spray you down now. Clean you up. The water’s cold, but I imagine it’ll feel good after what you’ve been through.” Then, without waiting for acknowledgment, sprayed Dove off, washing hours’ worth of sweat and piss from her sexy teenaged body and causing the nipples on her perky breasts to inadvertently harden.
After she was clean, Alex wrapped his arm around her shoulder and led her closer to Ariana Grande. “You said you were ready to prove yourself, right?”
She looked up at him, there was still fear in her eyes. But she nodded, trying to be brave. “Yes, Master. If it means I won’t go through what happened to Taylor Swift…”
“Good.” He walked her around behind the prone diva, turned Dove to face the singer’s ass. The diva’s legs were splayed open, bound to the legs of the device in which she was bound and giving anyone who cared to look a clear view of her pink pussy lips and the dark flesh of her butthole.
While Dove looked on in shock and surprise at the lewd view of Ariana Grande’s most intimate places, Alex retrieved an object from his harem mistress. He took Dove’s wrist and placed it into her hand. Tearing her gaze away from the terrifying, yet somehow arousing view, she looked down at the object in her hand.
It could only be described as a plush black cat’s tail made from a soft, silky fabric. The ‘tail’ had a weird black plastic tip attached to the end. Dove looked up at Alex, confusion plain on her innocent teenaged face. “Master? What do you want me to do with this?”
Emma smiled, but said nothing, allowing her master to explain. “Have you never seen a butt plug before?” When Dove shook her head no, Alex went on. He pointed to the hard, plastic tip. “That is a butt plug. It goes…” he popped a finger into his mouth, and when he withdrew it, slid the first knuckle into Ariana Grande’s asshole, “…right here.”
Ari squealed, crying out in fear and revulsion. “Fuck you…fucking bastard!” She cried out as she again bucked violently against her bonds.
Dove’s eyes however grew as wide as saucers. She licked her lips nervously. “You…” she said swallowing “…want this to go up…in… there?”
“Exactly,” Alex responded. He then touched her cheek, causing her to raise her gaze from the plug to his eyes.
Dove’s eyes again went to the plug. It was easily four or five inches long and nearly as round as her own tiny fist. Her lips trembled, she shook her head back and forth slowly. “I…I don’t—”
A resounding whack filled the room as Alex backhanded the blonde teen across the face, sending her sprawling to the floor. “This,” he bellowed, “is your one and only chance to leave this room unscathed. Do it, or I promise what you saw on that video will be your daily nightmare for the next week!”
Dove looked up at him from the floor, her eyes wide with fear. She rubbed her face as fresh tears fell to her cheeks. A moment of indecision passed across her face. Finally, just when Alex thought he might have to fulfill his promise, she nodded and slowly rose to her feet. Then, she tentatively approached the prone Ariana Grande’s backside.
Alex stepped back to give her room and to watch, an amused smile on his face. Emma too looked on, a little grin touching her lips. When Dove reached her, she pressed the tip of the butt plug to the dark rigid flesh of Ariana’s asshole. She applied pressure in a feeble attempt to force it inside.
The diva sobbed and again tried to fight her bondage. “Please, Dove, don’t do this. It hurts. This guy is a monster… you don’t have to listen to him!”
Less than an eight of the plug was in, but it was clear forcing it wasn’t going to work. Dove looked up to Alex. “Master…” she said tentatively, tears welling her gorgeous green eyes “…I, I don’t think this is going to fit.”
She looked fearful that her comment was going to be met with violence. But instead, Alex gently touched her cheek. He smiled down at her as if a loving father. “Of course, it won’t. Not without proper lubrication anyway.” His fingers tenderly trailed down her face to touch her lips, “I suggest spit.”
“Spit…Master?” Dove asked, clearly confused.
Alex looked to Emma who leaned over the teen’s shoulder and spit a fat wad of saliva right onto Ariana’s asshole. It dripped down through her taint, over her pussy lips and onto the floor. “Spit,” she whispered into Dove’s ear.
Dove was no virgin, but she was also not remotely worldly in the ways of sex. She’d had one or two boyfriends, had sucked a dick or two, but hadn’t put any thought into the idea of spit as lube. She looked back to Ari’s backside, then back to her master, again with fear in her eyes. They closed as she steeled herself then she leaned in and added her spit to Emma’s.
As the second wad of saliva trailed through Ari’s taint, Dove again pressed the plug to her anus. She again applied pressure to it but was again met with failure as it went in barely more than last time. The diva again cried out in pain, causing the blonde to flinch away. She looked up at Alex. “Master…” she said desperately, “I want to…I just…I don’t know how…please don’t hurt me.”
“Ms. Watson, perhaps you could explain the best way for our young protégé to complete her task while I prepare Ms. Grande for phase two.”
“Sure,” she responded, with a grin. Emma knelt next to Dove, and pulled the naked, petite teen into a gentle embrace. “You’ll need to use your tongue. Lick her ass, work it up in there nice and deep to get your saliva in there.”
“Lick her ass?” Dove asked, turning a wide-eyed, fearful gaze between Emma’s eyes and Ariana’s backside.
Emma nodded, casting a lustful gaze up and down Dove’s nubile young body. “You can suck on the plug too, get it nice and wet.” As she spoke, she trailed a hand up the teen’s thigh, gently brushing her fingers over her pussy. Dove shied away, clearly nervous, but too fearful to pull completely out of Emma’s hold. “You’ll need your fingers too,” she whispered, taking Dove’s hand and holding it in front of her. “Once you’ve got your spit in there, you’ll need these to spread her ass open a little.” Her lips brushed softly against Dove’s ear, she held the trembling teen close as her own pussy spasmed in arousal. “Using spit and fingers is the only hope you have of getting that thing inside her…trust me.” She then gave her a reassuring hug and a bright cheery smile. “It’s either that, or the alternative…” She stood up, letting the threat hang in the air. “I’ll leave the choice to you.”
While Emma was talking softly with Dove, Alex retrieved a ring gag from the supply chest. He walked around in front of the diva, showing her the device. “I’m going to put this in your mouth,” he said calmly. “The question is how much it’s going to hurt you for me to do it.”
She turned her sultry brown eyes toward the fearful device, her lips trembling at the thought of what would come next. A resolved look to fight filled her eyes. She clamped her lips shut and firmly shook her head.
Barely a heartbeat later, Alex slapped her hard across the face, causing her to let out a weak pathetic sob. He seized his moment, grabbed her chin and, using his superior strength, held her mouth open, forcing the device between her lips and over her teeth. “There, there,” he said softly, stroking her cheek, “that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Ari looked at him helplessly, new tears forming in her eyes. She again sobbed as her new master used the gag to wedge open her mouth, powerless to stop him. Hanging her head sadly, she mumbled something, incoherent and pathetic. But with the gag in her mouth, it was impossible to determine what it could be.
With the wedge in, Alex gently petted the top of her head. “Soon,” he whispered into her ear, “I’ll be fucking that sweet mouth and my guards will be getting their revenge for what you did on the trip here…” He then stood up and looked down at Dove, who was now crouched behind the diva, readying herself for what was next. “Believe it or not, it actually tastes pretty good.” He told her, trying to sound sincere.
Dove looked up at him, she nodded slowly and raised her full pouty lips to Ari’s butthole. Her tongue darted from her mouth as she took one tentative lap at its dark, rigid surface. Alex felt his cock stir as she looked into his eyes and took her first lick of an asshole while tears of fear and humiliation filled her eyes.
Ari squirmed in discomfort, but Dove forged ahead. She placed the plug on the floor and took both of the diva’s cheeks in either hand. She spread her further open and took a longer, deeper lick into her anus.
“That’s a good girl,” Emma whispered into her ear. She gave Alex a look of lust as she cupped the back of the blonde teen’s head with one hand. The other trailed beneath the waistline of her pants, touched her quivering pussy. “Lick that asshole. Get your tongue nice and deep.” She gently rubbed her clit, not forcing Dove further in, just held her head so she couldn’t pull back. Then watched Alex with a look that said how much she wanted to fuck him right now.
As Dove took her third lap at Ariana Grande’s sphincter, she murmured a soft, almost contented noise and pressed her tongue gently inside. She closed her eyes as she removed her tongue and trailed it down through her taint before going back up to slide again across the diva’s filthy shithole. Ari sobbed and squirmed, humiliated and helpless, but the horse held her firmly in place.
Soon, Dove was taking hard, heavy laps through the singer’s taint. She probed deeply into her anus, her head and mouth growing more and more animated as the task became more familiar and easier. She looked up as Alex stood up, watched him as he dropped his pants, but she never halted her licking.
Alex’s prick was rock hard. It was so hot watching Dove eat out Ariana’s asshole. The look on Emma’s face urged him on, as did the sobs of humiliation coming from the young diva at what she was being subjected to. He smacked his manhood against the diva’s now tear-streaked face twice to get her attention. When she looked up at him with tearful brown eyes, he grinned and slid his dick between her lips.
He sighed in pleasure at the warm, wet feeling of the young diva’s mouth as his cock moved over her tongue and gently pressed against the back of her throat. She gagged a little, but had no way of pulling back or stopping him. Holding her head, he began to take short, shallow thrusts that were deep due to his position, but didn’t quite pierce beyond her esophagus. “I think you might have missed your true calling,” he taunted her, as he continued his slow, steady assault.
“More spit,” Emma whispered. She watched her master fucking Ari’s face, felt her pussy dampen with the longing desire that it be her face and stroked her pussy as she continued to urge Dove on. “Really get it up in there. That’s a girl.”
Dove responded, desperately pressing onward. The last thing she wanted was to end up like Taylor Swift, the images of her pain and humiliation burned in her mind and drove the bold action she now took. She buried her face in Ari’s ass, pressed her tongue as deep inside it as she could go, letting the spit drain from her lips as she did. It actually didn’t taste bad, she thought. Not at all what she’d expected. But that hardly changed that fact that this was the most humiliating moment of her life. It could be worse, though, her thoughts returning to the video.
“You’re going to need to use your fingers next,” Emma said softly, releasing her hold on the teen’s head. She took one of Dove’s hands and began to suck on her slender fingers, watching the green-eyed teen as she drooled on her digits and pressed them deep into her throat. While she did this, Emma’s other hand continued to rub against her aching clit.
It was a strange sensation to say the least, Emma wetting her fingers. Dove didn’t know quite what to make of it. It was weird, yet somehow, she found it oddly arousing, like the feeling of licking Ariana’s asshole. She tried not to think about it, determined to press on and get herself out of this room as she just continued to eat Ari’s ass. She sobbed in humiliation as she ran her tongue in and out of the diva’s dirty shithole, watched as her new master face fucked the prone singer at a slow, steady pace. Their gazes met as fresh tears ran down her cheeks. But she didn’t dare stop.
Alex looked down. Ari was feebly struggling against the bonds and gagging occasionally when his prick would slide past her tonsils. But she was far too weak to do much more than shift back and forth and sob in misery. Dove, however, looked sexy as hell as she tongue fucked the diva’s asshole. She was clearly humiliated by what she was doing, but she wasn’t gagging or doing it half-assed, so that was a good sign.
“Here now,” Emma said, pulling the teen’s fingers from her mouth, “slip your fingers inside and work to spread her asshole open.”
Dove sobbed, she cast a painfilled look sideways at Emma, who reached up and again held her face close to Ariana’s ass. She pulled her tongue back and raised her spit-coated fingers up to Ari’s sphincter. More tears streamed down her face, but she did as she was told and pushed them in. They slid in easily. The work she’d done with her tongue and the copious amounts of lube allowed for smooth entry. “Now,” Emma said softly, “work them back and forth. Spread her asshole open so the toy will fit.”
Alex watched as Dove began to finger fuck Ari’s asshole. Watched as he increased the pace with which he drove his cock in and out of her throat. The diva had all but given up her struggling, it was hopeless, and she now realized it. She was stuck between the probing tongue and fingers of her friend and his rock-hard prick.
This went on for a little while as Alex slowly increased his pace, driving his cock deeper and deeper into Ariana Grande’s throat. She was now gagging less and less, all fight had gone out of her, she hung limp in the horse. Dove rammed her fingers into the diva’s ass as she sobbed tears of pain and humiliation at what she was being forced to do. And soon, the diva’s butthole was gaping open.
Emma reluctantly withdrew the hand from her pants and handed Dove the plug. “Use your mouth, get it wet and it should go in now.”
The blonde teen did as she was instructed. She put the plug in her mouth and sucked on it. Saliva drooled from her lips and soon the plastic was coated in thick, sticky strands. She cast a look at Emma, who nodded that it was ready, and she placed the tip up to Ari’s asshole.
Alex gripped the sides of Ariana’s head and really began to go at it as he watched the singer’s gaping butthole yield to the hard, plastic butt plug Dove Cameron was shoving up her ass. He grunted as his balls slapped against her chin. The singer would sputter and gag with each deep thrust past her esophagus, but he didn’t slow down his pace, he just continued to watch as the sexy teen worked the plug inward.
His hips were battering against her face. His cock drove deep into her throat over and over again. Dove worked the plastic butt plug, twisting it and spitting on it as she slid it ever inward. Finally, with a little pop, the plug was all the way in, and Alex grunted as he blew his load down the singer’s battered throat. He held himself inside her, taking short thrusts to milk the cum from his cock. Cumming again and again until every last ounce of cum had been pumped into her belly.
Ari sputtered and gagged as her new master came. But she was in no position to pull away and had little choice but to swallow as much of the foul liquid as she could. Some of the cum leaked from her nose, some pooled from the sides of her lips to trail down her chin, even as she cried in humiliation while her friend shoved a butt plug into her ass.
Dove sat back on her ass, tears streaming down her face. Her work was done. She wiped her face and looked up at her new master. He pulled himself out of Ari’s mouth, patted the top of her head as one might pet a dog and smiled down at her. “Come,” he commanded.
She rose on shaky legs and walked over to him. He pulled her into his arms, lifted her chin, and kissed her deeply. Dove had little choice. She opened her mouth, accepted his tongue, even sucked upon it
“Not so bad, huh?” He said, looking down at her when the kiss finally broke.
Her lips trembled. She was too afraid to tell him it was the worst experience of her life. That she’d never been so tired, so humiliated, so furious. So, she did what she had to. She shook her head, “no,” she whispered, “not so bad,” and gave him a brave smile.
Alex stroked her hair and smiled back. He could see the fear and exhaustion on her face. He contemplated pushing her a little further by making her suck him back to life but decided against it. “Emma?” he asked, looking toward his harem mistress, “why don’t you take our new guest to her room. Get her settled in. I’ve got a little more business with Ms. Grande before the main event later tonight.
“Yes, Master,” she said, giving him a lustful smile. She then took Dove’s hand and led her from the room.
Once they were gone, Alex went back to the supply cabinet for the rest of his new guest’s outfit. He placed a head band topped with furry little cat’s ears on her head. Freed her legs one by one and pulled black thigh high stockings onto each and then put six-inch stiletto heels on each of her feet. Finally, he adjusted the level of the horse to accommodate her new height. Then stood back to admire his work.
Ariana Grande hung limp in the horse. She looked like a sexy cat with her little ears, stockings and, of course, her tail. Her body was at the perfect angle for fucking. From here, he could enter that sweet twat with no need to hunch over. He stepped in behind her and crouched down for a better look. He breathed in her scent and gently, touched her pussy. His fingers barely brushed their surface. He shuddered with the thought of what would come next. Later.
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