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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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Story Codes: MF anal rape toys humiliation WS MDom
Day 38 (5 a.m.)
Bella woke up in total darkness. She couldn’t move, couldn’t see, everything was muted. All she could do was look straight up. Suddenly, above her, a door opened, and light appeared through a circular hole. She then heard the deep, throaty laughter of the guards as a shadowy form appeared over her.
That was when it rained down on her. Piss. It rained down in a hot, putrid torrent. It splashed upon her face and the laughter grew. She was helpless to move or even to turn away, forced to lay there as it flowed over her eyes, her nose, her lips. She sobbed out loud, she couldn’t help it. That, of course, proved to be a mistake. When her lips opened, it filled her mouth. She sputtered, gagged, and spit it out to the sound of raucous laughter. “How’s that taste, cunt?” came the deep, vicious voice of the captain of the guards, Ulu.
When he was done, he peered down the hole at her. “What? Did you expect a picnic? A parade, maybe? After what you did… No,” he laughed, and then heard the chorus from the other guards accompanying his laugher echo off the walls. “Welcome to hell, bitch.” The door above her closed as he left the stall. She heard him and the others laughing as he moved around to her side.
Bella realized Ulu was moving toward her legs, toward the naked, bottom half of her body. She sobbed again, struggling futilely against her bonds as tears rolled down her cheeks. She realized then, that he, that they, were about to rape her…again. “No…please,” she cried helplessly, knowing that it would do her no good.
                                                                           ***
Ulu laughed as he walked around the side of the port-a-potty. The thought of fucking this dumb, misbehaving teen again already had his dick hard. He thought about how he and the boss had spit-roasted this stupid bitch, last time, while she had been restrained by the horse. That he had spanked her ass raw and fucked her tight hole till he blew his load deep inside her little cunt. “Here’s to hoping you’re as tight now as you were last time,” Ulu said laughing as he moved around behind the stall. When he ducked behind the curtain, he stopped and stared at her naked legs, thighs, at her bald, pink, pussy that was just waiting for a cock, and smiled. Wasting no time, he used the lube they’d stored on the shelf where Bella’s ass rested and coated his stiffening prick. Then, stepping up in front of her, he unceremoniously thrust himself inside her.
The redhaired teen screamed as he pierced her to the hilt. The lube aided his action, but her pussy was still dry, not ready for such a massive invader. Ulu planned to lead the invasion. He gripped her milky white thighs in a firm grip and watched as his coal black dick slid all the way in. He grunted, as the teen’s unyielding pussy clamped down, fighting against his intrusion. “Damn, bitch,” Ulu groaned, “you still got that tight pussy. I’ll say that much.”
Ulu took a moment to admire the way his massive prick spread open the teen’s tight little cunt, to listen as she sobbed and struggled against her bindings. He took one long, slow thrust back then all the way in, reveling in the resistance it was putting up. Then, before it could grow too used to his presence, he began to vigorously thrust in and out of Bella’s tight hole.
Soon, the whole box began to shake, to shift and rock as he fucked her with all his strength. Bella was crying and sobbing but even with all that noise, he could hear his urine sloshing around inside. “Taji, you’re up,” he called out. A moment later, the door to the port-a-potty opened again as Ulu continued to batter away at Bella’s cunt.
“Please, god, no…stop…” Bella cried. Then, the door above her opened and she clamped her mouth closed, knowing what would come next. Sure enough, a second golden shower rained down on her face.
Ulu slapped her thighs, drove his prick home harder and harder trying his best to make her scream, to make her sob, anything to force the bitch’s mouth open. He was rewarded on the second hard smack to her thighs when a soft, muted sob came from the teen, followed by the disgusted sounds of gagging, then the sounds of vomiting.
With nowhere to tilt her head, the puke bubbled up past her lips, then Bella was forced to spit the rest out. But she held it in her mouth, her eyes pinched shut till the rain of piss came to a stop. Eventually, it did, but the fierce pounding of her pussy continued.
“I gotta tell you,” Ulu grunted, sweat beading up on his forehead as he slammed his hips into Bella’s again and again. “After this, I’m going to take a wicked shit.” His men laughed, but Bella only sobbed. The sloshing inside the stall increased as did the pace of Ulu’s thrusting. While his men continued to laugh at his comment, and at the sobbing former teen icon he was raping, he blew his load balls deep inside her.
Taji, who had already covered his rock-hard prick in lube, immediately stepped in behind him. He slapped his prick against her semen dripping slit, pushed it about half way, and then said: “You know what. I’ve got a different idea. He pulled his dick out, ran the tip roughly over her taint before pushing it against her anus.
Bella screamed again as the big African forced the tip of his huge manhood into her asshole. Her ass had no preparation to take such a massive intruder and no lube inside, so the pain was very real. “What’s a matter, cunt? Too much time spent fucking women, you forgot what a real man feels like. He said, laughing and pulling his dick out, only to insert it back into her pussy. When he removed it, it came out glistening in a combination of her own juices and Ulu’s seed. He then pressed it again to her anus. It took a few times of this, going back and forth, but a few moments later, Bella Thorne had the second big black cock of the day inside of her.
“I’m sorry,” she said in halting sobs as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her bowels were on fire, stretched around Taji’s massive dick. She was desperate for this to end. “Tell the master, I’m sorry… Please make this end,” Bella cried out, too much laughter from the other guards.
Taji laughed deep and throaty. “Cunt, I think you got a couple more of us to satisfy first. Not to mention, ain’t none of us pissed in hours.” They all laughed again. “Thando’s practically dancing he’s gotta go so bad.” He followed up his taunt by giving her thigh a wicked open palm slap.
The sound echoed around the room as the taunts and laughter from the other guards continued. Taji ran his hands almost tenderly over her stomach as he increased the pace of his thrusting. Soon, he was battering her asshole in deep, vicious strokes and panting in pleasure. “Ok, Thando, I’m close. You piss on this bitch, while I dump a load inside her.”
Deep throaty laughed accompanied, “you got it.” The door above her opened, and again a shadowy form appeared over her. A moment later, as a huge black dick pierced her insides, a hot, acidic torrent of urine splattered across Bella’s lips. She sobbed and pulled on her restraints to no avail, eventually wailing in misery as the assault and the piss continued her lesson.
Taji kept up his vicious thrusting assault, and as the last few dribbles hit her eye lids, he grunted in ecstasy and again her insides were filled with jizz. He slapped her thigh again in an almost congratulatory way, then said, “you gotta nice couple holes, bitch. No idea why the boss would give you a cock. Them holes were made for fucking.”
Next, it was Thando’s turn. The huge African was the largest of Alex’s men. He stood just over seven feet tall, was rippling in muscles, his prick was easily twelve inches or longer and as round as most girls’ wrists. He stepped in behind the curtain and laughed at the scene. Bella’s ass hung off the shelf, both of her slutty holes dripping in cum. “Damn bitch, you one sloppy hoe.” The other guards laughed as he moved between her legs.
He applied a healthy amount of lube to his massive prick and contemplated, out loud, “wonder which of these dirty ass holes I should pick.”
“Fuck this slut up the ass!” called Ulu.
“No! Please, God, no!” Bella called out in vain, remembering the size of the huge guard.
“That settles it!” the big guard said with a laugh. Then he pressed his mammoth cock head to the teen’s dripping, gapping asshole. “Somethin tells me, Ulu ain’t gonna be the only one taking a shit later.”
The guards all laughed thinking about Thando stretching out Bella’s ass to the point where she wouldn’t be able to control her bowel movements. Then laughed again as the teen screamed in white, hot agony. The wails and sobs continued the whole time Thando fucked her. The walls of the port-a-potty shook as he rammed his massive prick home again and again. Occasionally, Bella’s cries would be muted by the liquid inside sloshing over her face and lips. Then they would be treated to the muted sounds of her gagging and puking.
The finale of this morning’s punishment came as Thando was finishing up. Ukuza took his turn in the port-a-potty. He took his piss, raining it down, like all the others right onto Bella’s pretty face, then stepped up to take Thando’s place. He fucked her cum soaked twat as the urine sloshed over her lips with each thrust he took.
As Ukuza began to fuck her, the door above Bella opened one last time. It was Ulu. He smiled down at her, then darkness closed in as he took a seat. He taunted her again with, “shouldn’t had those tacos for lunch…” Then he ripped a nasty, wet fart and a different sort of liquid rained down on her.
Ukuza fucked her while Ulu shit on her and Bella was helpless to do anything more than sob like a pathetic wretch while they did it. She cried out, eyes and mouth clamped tightly shut, her thoughts consumed by what she’d done to end up here…with the foolish notion that she’d done what she did to Cara because she didn’t think there was anything worse the master could do…she’d been wrong.
When they’d each had their turn. When each had raped her, pissed on her or done worse, they left. Ulu calling out to her one last time from the doorway. “Say hi to your friends for me later, assuming you still have any.”
They then left her alone in the dark. Silence filled the room. She could feel their seed dripping from both of her beaten and batter holes and soon the foul liquid around her became still. Everyone was gone. Bella began to cry in earnest then. Being careful not to shift the “waters” too much, she did. There was nothing then, nothing but time. Time to think about how wrong she’d been. That there were indeed worse things than what she’d gone through the last time she’d been punished. She was going through it right now.
A little while later, the scent from the small area hit her nose, and again Bella wretched. It wouldn’t be the last time in this experience, she was sure of it. The silence stretched on…for hours…till at last she heard someone enter the room. The door above her opened and light shined down on her again. The master’s face appeared over her. “Good morning, sunshine.” A moment later his piss rained down on her face and Bella lost her shit.
She began to sob uncontrollably. She’d never been so sorry in her life for anything she’d done. Tears welled in her eyes, rolled down her cheeks, her lips opened in a wail of sorrow. She was forced to close them again as his piss filled her mouth. “I’m sorry,” she sputtered desperately. “Please, I’ve had enough… you can end this… I’ll never do anything bad ever again.”
“End it,” he said imperiously. “Before your friends, the ones you’ve truly wronged, have had a chance for vengeance…for justice? I think not.” The door closed when he was done. She heard him walk around the stall, sure he too was going to rape her.
But, to her surprise, he cleaned up the dried crusty remnants left by the guards. Sprayed water in and over her gaping holes, washing the nastiness away. Afterwards, she felt a towel drying her off, felt a powder sprinkled over her thighs and ass. Then felt him put what felt like a diaper on her. “What’s going on?” she called out.
“You’re going to be here a few days,” he said, with a jovial little laugh. “I wouldn’t want you making a mess in my bathroom.”
                                                                           ***
Day 38 (8 a.m.)
With a soft knock and a thumbprint scan, Margot Robbie entered Taylor Swift’s VIP suite. “Hello, Taylor,” she called out softly, flipping on the small lamp near the door as to not flood the room with light. The dim illumination cast a shadow on a curled-up lump beneath the covers on the bed.
A soft, pathetic sob came from there as Margot drew near. She laid a gentle hand on what she assumed was Taylor’s shoulder and sat down on the bed next to her. “Are you ok, honey?” The singer sat up, her face still a mess from last night and with fresh tears she’d shed since. She threw her arms around Margot and clutched her tight.
The Aussie held her close as Taylor again began to cry. Neither said anything for a while. There was nothing to be said. Over an hour passed with nothing more than Margot making soothing noises and assuring the singer that everything would be alright as she patted her back and held her in her arms.
Eventually, Margot knew that her master would be here. That she had to prepare Taylor for what was next, or things might get worse. She pulled back away from her, lifted her chin and smiled at her sympathetically. “Hon, I’d like nothing more than to sit here all day and comfort you…but…”
“But… he’s coming,” Taylor said, trying to look brave. Margot nodded. “And he’s going to punish me. Punish me for…” Taylor couldn’t finish. Memories of last night flooded her vision and again she broke into tears.
Margot did the only thing she could, pulled the diva into another tight embrace and held her close. “I’m so sorry. This never should have happened.”
“But it did,” Taylor said, looking back at her. “It did, and it’s…it’s all my fault.” Her lips trembled, and tears again leaked from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
“It’s Bella’s fault,” Margot said emphatically. “She did this. Not you. You,” she said, smoothing the hair from Taylor’s eyes and offering her a sympathetic look, “are a victim, just like Cara.”
“No,” Taylor said, shaking her head. “No. He told me to tell her…told me to choose…” The singer sobbed, she shook all over. “I didn’t. I couldn’t, and this is what happened.”
“That may be. But that doesn’t make what happened to Cara your fault.”
Taylor shook her head, unable to believe it. “It is…” her lips trembled again. “You should go, before he gets here.”
Margot looked toward the door then back at the singer. She gave Taylor another hug. “Ok,” she said softly. “I’ll go. But remember. I’m still your friend. You can come to me if you need help, ok?” she smiled fondly, and Taylor returned it weakly.
“Thank you, Margot…” she looked down at the bed as the Aussie stood up to leave. As she approached the door, Taylor said, “do you know? Know what he’s going to do?”
“No,” Margot said simply. “But, I…I wouldn’t be surprised if sends you back to level 1.”
“Oh.” Taylor didn’t look up from the bed. “Is Cara…is she ok? Is Bella?”
“As far as I know yes. The master put everyone in their rooms last night. I was told to leave everything be till the morning.”
“What happened to the kitten he gave me?”
“I have it. He asked me to take care of it for now.” Margot offered Taylor a tender smile. “Did you think of a name yet?”
“How about Tink,” she said, as new tears trailed her cheeks. “Short, you know, for Tinkerbell.”
There was a knock at the door and, with a sad smile, Margot said, “Tink it is.”
                                                                        ***
Day 38 (8 a.m.)
Emma put together a small plate of fruit and yogurt for Cara’s breakfast and took it to her while most of the harem still slept. When she reached the blonde’s room, she knocked softly three times before using her thumbprint to enter. The cell was dark, but there was a soft, ambient light keeping it dimly lit. Using it, Emma could see the Brit’s dirty blonde hair sticking out above the covers. Could see as she shifted nervously when the door opened.
“I brought you a little breakfast,” she called out softly. “I know you’re probably not hungry. But,” she said, taking a step into the room and allowing the door to close behind her, “I think you’ll find it’ll help.”
Cara didn’t say anything in response. Emma gave her a sympathetic smile as she moved closer and took a seat on the edge of the small bed. Despite what she’d told Alex, despite knowing what she needed to say, she felt nervous. “I,” she began in a whisper and placed a gentle hand on Cara’s shoulder. “I was the first. Did you know that?”
There was still no movement from Cara, just the slow steady breathing of her trying to hide the fact that she was awake. Emma watched her sides, watched her face shrouded in darkness. She gently stroked the blonde’s shoulder before continuing. “When, when we first arrived. The first of us I mean.” The memories of that night pained Emma more than she cared to think about. She hadn’t really thought about it since those first days. Everything had happened so fast. “It was me, on that first night. I…I was the first of us to be raped.”
Cara shifted on the bed, turning enough to look up at Emma, who was now staring at the wall, not seeing her. She watched the dark-haired harem mistress, studied her face as the emotions played across it in the shadowed darkness of the room. Cara could see the same torment that she felt there. The pain may have been muted over time, but it was still there.
“I,” Emma went on, oblivious to Cara’s stares, “I know that doesn’t diminish what you’re going through… I know that. I…” she said, swallowing nervously, “…I just wanted you to know that I, that I understand.” Emma looked down at her hands. They were trembling. She felt tears in her own eyes. She blinked them away and looked down at Cara who was still watching her and offered the blonde a brave smile.
Cara sat up and the two shared a long, comforting hug. When she pulled back, Cara again had tears in her gorgeous blue eyes. She looked down at the bed, nervous to hold the gaze of the mistress of the harem, despite her compassion, her admission, her show of caring. “Can…can I ask you why? Why, if you feel this way…why you support him, support this place?”
“Why…” Emma sobbed. “Can I ask you something first?” she said, wiping the tears from her face. She took a deep breath and when she met Cara’s eyes again, the weakness was gone. The softness, the sympathy, the caring all remained, but the harem mistress no longer looked sad or weak. “Do you think you’ll ever leave here?”
The question took Cara by surprise. She knew they were trapped here, that escape was unlikely, but the idea of never leaving. She’d assumed one day they might be rescued. Slowly, she shook her head. “I…I don’t know. I hoped…maybe one day…”
Emma smiled, she took the blonde’s hand and looked into her eyes. “I understand,” she said sympathetically. This was a hard truth, but one Cara needed to hear if she wanted to do well here. “I thought that way once too. Thought that maybe one of us would escape. That someone would come and rescue us.” She leaned closer, pulling Cara into another hug. “We won’t,” she said simply. “They won’t. We’ll never leave here…alive, anyway.”
Emma felt the slender blonde sob in her arms. The truth hurts, she thought. Facing it for the first time, even more. She patted the former model’s back, trying her best to be comforting. She wanted to tell her how things really were, but held back, sparing the blonde that pain for just a few more minutes.
“How…” Cara whispered, her voice trailing off, emotions rendering her unable to finish her question.
“Do I know?” Emma finished it for her as the blonde sobbed softly in her arms. “The master, he, he trusts me. I…” she swallowed nervously again, this admission frightening because she didn’t know how the blonde might take it. “…I love him. I know that. I know how that sounds… stupid, terrifying, sickening…but it doesn’t change the fact that I’ve come to realize the truth of it.”
Cara looked up at Emma in shock. But she could see it there, in the stoic gaze of the harem mistress. The truth of what she’d said. There was no apology in her gaze, just pure, simple truth. “How?” she breathed softly.
Gently stroking her cheek, Emma smiled down at her. “It all ties together. Best to just let me go on.” Cara nodded in timid acceptance as Emma drew out the furthering of her explanation in a long, contemplative silence. Eventually, a couple minutes later, she continued. “After that first night, I hated him for what he’d done to me, to us. Although at the time I didn’t even know there was an us.”
Cara curled up in her lap and rested her head on the brunette’s shoulder as she continued talking, her gaze somewhere far away. “Later, he included Margot in the furthering of my induction. She was who she’s always been, the kind nurturer trying her best to help. It was my first time being with a woman…” she said smiling in remembrance, tears falling to her cheeks from that painful memory. “Margot, she was tender, sweet… and for a short time, we were in love.”
Emma sniffled, wiping the tears from her cheeks. She wasn’t sure anymore that what they’d shared had, indeed been love. Maybe. But it could have just as easily been that they both needed comfort and support and sought it with each other. “I realized during that time, that our master… misguided as he may be, that he cared for us. That he wanted us to be happy. I know that sounds weird, but I truly believe it.” Her dark brown eyes lifted away from the former model. They took on the shining light of a zealot and she softly whispered: “I know it.”
She then smiled, her eyes full of tears and looked back down at Cara. “I’ve learned so much about him…more than I’m sure he realizes.”
Cara was taken aback by Emma’s show of emotions. Everything anyone had said about her spoke of the cold, hard mistress hell bent on keeping order in the master’s harem. As such, she couldn’t help but feel moved by what she was feeling. She squeezed her tighter in an effort to comfort her and urge her to continue.
“He’s strong. He’s a believer and is righteous in those views. But, he’s also gentle and caring. He’s a little broken, but, in his strange, twisted way, he wants us to be happy. And,” she said with a soft sigh and a far-off gleam in her eyes, “he’s fantastic in bed.” She laughed softly, blinking fresh tears from her soft brown eyes.
Cara watched Emma incredulously. She was too stunned for the moment to understand what it was she was hearing. She wasn’t quite sold on the other things she’d said. But, there was no denying that Emma was right, he was an amazing lover. That much she had to admit. Emma began to laugh not long after her comment about the master’s prowess and a second later, Cara found herself joining in.
Soon both girls were giggling in one another’s arms. When they stopped, it grew quiet, awkwardly so. The silence drew out and, finally, Cara spoke what they were both thinking. “But he kidnapped us. How can you love someone who could do that?”
Emma wiped her eyes. She pulled back away from Cara, so she could look into the blonde’s eyes. “I’m an actress,” she started simply. “It started as an act. A way for me to help, to make the rapes stop. But…” her lips began to tremble, tears pooled in her eyes. She shook all over and looked helplessly at Cara. “…Instead, I learned things about myself… things buried deep down.”
“What did you learn?” the blonde whispered, almost too afraid to speak aloud.
“I learned that we, the master and I, that we’re the same.” She looked to Cara as if asking for forgiveness. Her whole body shook, and tears rolled down her cheeks. “We’re the same…” she said again, simply.
                                                                           ***
Alex stepped into Taylor Swift’s suite with a leather satchel in hand. He stood to the side and offered Margot a friendly smile and a soft kiss on the cheek as she left. “Thank you,” he whispered into her ear. “Your kindness and sympathy know no bounds.”
She hugged him and placed a kiss on his lips. “You’re quite welcome, master.” Then, in a softer voice said, “please, go easy on her.”
“As easy as I can,” he responded, just as quietly.
Margot nodded and, with a last sad look Taylor’s way, left the room, closing the door behind her.
Alex raised a stone hard look at Taylor Swift as the door clicked closed behind Margot. “Strip,” he commanded, his voice cold as ice, “now!”
The former diva closed her eyes, lowered her head in submission, said, “yes master,” and pulled the black tee-shirt over her head. She said nothing else as she finished stripping off her level 4 uniform, dropping it into a little pile by her feet. When she was nude, Taylor folded her hands behind her back and awaited the punishment she knew she deserved. Though, if truth be told, her pussy was quivering as she thought about what her master might do to her as he carried out that punishment.
Alex nearly laughed…he could see the singer’s pussy juice already trailing down her long sexy legs. She must think he was about to fuck her silly, to degrade and humiliate her till she came over and over. Oh, how she was mistaken… “Legs spread, shoulder length, and keep those eyes closed.”
When she complied, Alex approached her. He sat the leather satchel on the floor by her feet. Its contents clanged softly against one another. Gently, he touched her ankles with either hand. He ran his fingertips slowly up her legs, causing the singer to shiver and twitch in anticipation of what she thought he was going to do. “You’re positively dripping,” he said softly, touching his fingertips to his lips and tasting the diva’s sweet juices.
Taylor quivered. She held herself still with the greatest effort. She knew that her inaction had led to her friend’s rape. Knew that had she acted, things would likely be different. But here, now, she barely cared…all she cared about now were the terrible things her master was going to do to her and she licked her lips in anticipation.
Alex watched her. He could see the need and tension building in Taylor’s body. She would do any dirty, degrading thing he asked. She wouldn’t even question it. In fact, he was quite sure it would get her off like never before. She’d have to wait.
He withdrew a pair of padded handcuffs from the bag, walked behind her and clamped them firmly around each wrist. As they clicked softly in place, Taylor’s breathing increased. Her bare chest began to heave as she expected him to bend her over and fuck the shit out of her at any second. Next, he locked her legs in place using the pvc pipe with the leather bindings that prevented her legs from closing. The same pipe he’d used when the guards gang raped her not so long ago. Taylor licked her lips and he could see her legs were positively slick in pussy juice. Finally, he placed a silky, white blindfold over her eyes.
“Use me, Master…punish me… I’ve been a bad girl…” Taylor whimpered. She was so excited she could hardly stand still. She wanted him to do terrible things to her, wanted him to make her do terrible things…
“You have,” Alex responded, as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pressed the huge bulge in his pants against her bare ass. Slowly, he ran his hands up her body, cupped her perky tits in each hand and pulled softly on her small erect nipples. “You’ve been a very, very bad girl,” he whispered, into her ear.
The former diva shuddered at his touch and at his words. She quivered in anticipation of being bent over and fucked like a toy. She gasped loudly, thinking she was getting her wish, when he grabbed a handful of her golden blonde hair, dragged her over to the bed and bent her over.
Alex left her there to retrieve his bag. Taylor sobbed at being left alone, crying and shifting against the bed. “Move again,” he said, “and I’ll lock you in here for a week with nothing but bare walls for company.”
She knew it was true, he’d done as much to punish Emma. Taylor couldn’t deal with a week alone, a week without being fucked, a week without being treated like the slut she was. She whimpered, but sat still, kneeling on the floor, bent over the bed, wrists cuffed behind her back, a willing, needing sex doll ready to be fucked. “Use me…” she said softly. Her pussy was dripping in longing, creating fresh trails down her thighs. She rose up high on her knees, pushed her face into the mattress and wiggled her ass in the air, hoping, needing to entice her master to use her like the slut she was.
When Alex returned to her side, he knelt down beside her, sitting the satchel on the bed. He pulled out a long, fat, black dildo, grabbed a handful of her Taylor’s hair, wrenched her up and stuffed it into her mouth. “Suck on this, slut. Get it nice and wet.” The former diva didn’t even hesitate. She began to drool and suck on it as he ran it over her lips and in and out of her mouth. Soon the whole thing was coated in thick ropey strands of saliva and Taylor was moaning contentedly each time it breached her throat.
Alex yanked the toy from her mouth when he was satisfied with how wet it was. He placed the tip of the huge plastic cock to her pussy lips and pressed it inside. Taylor groaned in pleasure as it stretched her little pink hole. Alex continued to apply pressure. He twisted and pushed till the entire dildo was buried to the hilt and only the round end piece stuck out from her cunt.
Next, he removed a slimmer, slightly shorter toy from the bag. He again forced Taylor to lube it up with her spit. This smaller dildo he shoved up her ass. By the time he had it firmly wedged deep inside her butthole, Taylor was quivering all over. She wanted, needed to cum. Drool was pooling from her mouth as Alex stuffed both her holes full of plastic toys.
Alex leaned back on his heels to admire his work. All he could see of the two big toys was the round ends, which stuck out on the outside of the singer’s holes. He pressed on each end with two fingers applying enough pressure to force Taylor forward and moan in pleasure. “You ready for the next part?” he questioned enticingly.
“Uh huh,” Taylor said, licking her lips. “Yes, Master,” she breathed. “Use me like the dirty slut I am.”
Alex nodded, a broad smile spreading over his face. “Ok.” He patted her ass softly. “Stand up for me.” Taylor nodded, and between the two of them, got the singer on her feet. He brushed his fingertips over her trim, taut stomach, and stroked her thighs. She quivered in anticipation. “You stand still for me, ok?”
“Yes, Master,” Taylor gasped, ready for her punishment.
Alex then connected the wires to the two toys, turning them into vibrators. He connected sensors to her body, the first to the area just over her clit, the second to the inside of her thigh, just over the femoral artery, and the last to the small of her back near the very bottom of her spine.
Taylor stood as still as possible. She shifted hesitantly from time to time, wondering what this new development was all about. She licked her lips, blind and unable to touch or move away, hoping that her degradation would soon begin.
When he had all the sensors in place, Alex removed the next item from his bag, it clanged softly as he pulled it free. It looked like a diaper but made of stainless steel. It was broken into two halves with groves and latches to connect it together at the crotch and hips. He connected the wires to a couple of small batteries, then placed the two pieces together and locked them in place around Taylor’s waist using a small pad lock. “This,” he said, flicking the device which sent a soft clang around the room, “is a chastity belt.”
He stood up and removed a small remote from his pocket. Then, with a click, set the two vibrators to buzzing. Taylor collapsed onto the bed from the sudden sensation. “It,” he continued, as the diva moaned and clenched her thighs together, “will hold the two vibrators in place… And,” he laughed as she threw her head back in pleasure, “render you unable to remove them.”
At this point, Taylor was rolling around on the bed, a loud moan broke from her lips as she neared an Earth shattering orgasm. Her hips gyrated against the air as she tried to force the vibrators deeper inside her, to no avail. “Yes…” she gasped, “so…so goo—”
The singer’s orgasm, and her cries of ecstasy were suddenly cut short as the vibrations ceased and the pleasure she was experiencing came to an abrupt and agonizing halt. “The sensors,” Alex went on unabated, “detect the moment of orgasm and stop it just short, denying you that which you most desire.” Taylor cried out again, this time in fury and frustration. “This remote,” Alex clicked it again, and again the vibrators began to buzz, “control the vibrators.”
Taylor couldn’t believe this was happening. She’d gone from that immensely pleasurable feeling of having her master degrade and humiliate her. Of thinking that he was going to use those vibrators to send her on a massive string of multiple orgasms, perhaps even while he fucked her throat, to being left empty and needing. Her body ached with the need for release.
This punishment was perhaps the worst thing he could come up with. She wondered, gasping for breath as the vibrators again sent her to the edge, how long he would force her to endure this torture. A day? Two? Taylor sobbed in misery and in ecstasy as the two throbbing wonders pushed her toward an orgasm which would ultimately be denied.
Alex sat down on the bed, as Taylor again began to writhe in pleasure. “I wonder who I should give the remote to?” He gently stroked her cheek as she was pushed just to the edge of orgasm before being denied its sweet release. “Emma? Hmmmm, Chloe, she’s pretty fucking sadistic, you know…” “Maybe Cara,” he said, with a bitter laugh, “I bet she’d like some revenge against you.”
“Master, please, I—” whatever she’d been about to say was cut short as Alex again mashed the button on the remote, sending Taylor writhing in pleasure and agony as the vibrators were again set into motion.
“I want you to remember something, Ms. Swift, in the next few days as this remote is passed around amongst your friends.” Alex stood up, towering over the shuddering former pop star, “what happened to Cara, your friend, a girl who loved you, was your fault.” His voice was hard and cruel and was punctuated by Taylor’s cries. “This, is punishment, not pleasure…and if you ever fail to do something I’ve asked of you, and it results in one of my other girls getting hurt, this will pale in comparison to what I’ll do next.”
Alex reached down, unlocked the handcuffs, and removed the bindings on her ankles. “You’ll need Ms. Watson or myself to unlock the belt and allow you to use the restroom.” He stood up, leaning over her body to stroke her hair. “I’ve informed her that you’re allowed no more than five minutes. After which I expect you to allow her to replace the vibrators.” Then, he whispered in a low and menacing voice, “you do not want to see what happens if you refuse.
He stood up fully, and picked up the leather satchel, withdrawing the final item it contained. “I don’t expect you to attend weigh in today. You’ll use that time to pack up anything the guards left in this room. When you’re done, I expect to see you back in the main dorm. I’ve revoked your VIP status.” With that, he mashed the button again and dropped an oversized white tee-shirt onto the floor next to the sobbing, edging, former pop star.
“No…Master…Please….” The former diva cried as the vibrators again began to buzz.
Ignoring her pleas, Alex left then to attend today’s weigh in.
                                                                           ***
“We’re the same,” Emma sobbed, burying her face in her hands. Cara, still close to her, put her arms around the brunette’s shoulders and gave her a soft squeeze. They held onto each other for a long while, both sobbing softly for different reasons. Eventually, Emma looked up. She wiped the tears from her face, offered the blonde a brave smile. “Anyway. As I was saying, because the master trusts me, I’ve seen things. The defenses of this place, where it’s located, how much money he’s put into it. He’s told me things. Things about his family, his life…why he is the man that he is…” She leaned into Cara, pressed her forehead against the blonde’s. “…So, I know. He’ll never let us go, we have no chance of escape, and, unless he makes a mistake, no one will ever find us.”
Cara looked like she was going to say something more when Emma went on. “Once I realized we would never leave. I tried to get on his good side. I wanted to help the others and, like I said, I wanted the rapes to stop. I acted for his benefit, to trick him. But,” she shrugged helplessly, “I fell in love instead. Fell in love, because of what he showed me about myself.”
The two held each other and cried a little more. Eventually Cara pulled back and smiled sadly at Emma. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I…I actually…I actually do kind of like it here.”
Cara cocked her head to the side as if to ask ‘seriously.’ But instead, kissed the brunette on the cheek and smiled. “Alright, then, can I ask something?”
“Sure.”
“Was…was that little speech, was that supposed to cheer me up?”
Both girls laughed and held each other as they descended into a second fit of giggles. After a minute, Emma, chuckling, and said, “I guess it was kind of a horrible pep talk.”
“Horrible,” Cara agreed, a genuine smile on her face.
Emma reached out, tenderly stroked her cheek. Their gazes met and held on to one another. A moment later, Cara looked down, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Maybe,” Emma said, as the blonde looked away, “you’ll let me make it up to you?”
“Ok, what did you have in mind?” she said, not looking up from her lap.
“First, eat a little,” she said, handing Cara the small plate of food. “I promise it’ll make you feel better.” The slender blonde took it, dipped a strawberry into the yogurt and bit into it. “Second, come to weigh in. You don’t have to,” Emma said, when Cara gave her a scared look. “But, hear me out. The master, he’s going to punish Bella for what she did to you, he’s going to tell everyone what happened, so they know why she’s being punished and so that something like this never happens again.”
“Punish her, how?”
“I…I’m not really sure yet. But from how it sounds, it’ll dissuade anyone from even thinking about hurting one of the other girls ever again.”
“And the last thing?” Cara asked, sensing there was one more thing the harem mistress had in mind to “make it up to her.”
Emma smiled. She leaned in and gave the blonde a soft kiss on the cheek. “I haven’t talked it over with the master yet. But, we’re going to need to promote someone else to level 4. Perhaps, you’ll give me a chance to convince the master to make that person you?”
“What did you have in mind, exactly,” she said, timidly pulling away, the events of last night clearly still affecting her behavior.
Reaching out and taking Cara’s hands in hers, Emma gave them a soft squeeze and, when she looked up, gave her a reassuring smile. “I haven’t worked it all out yet. And, trust me, I understand you’re not going to be up for it yet… But show up to weigh in. Show everyone you’re not afraid, that you want to see Bella punished for what she did to you. Show the master, and I’ll do everything I can to sell him on the idea.”
Cara smiled, a new, brave light shining in her eyes. “Ok,” she said, her voice gaining a steely resolve. “I can do that.”
                                                                           ***
Day 38 (11 a.m.)
After the master left her and she rode the frustrating near orgasm ride one last time, Taylor Swift curled into a little ball on the floor and cried. She shook, sobbed and felt the dildos filling her insides whenever she moved. Filled with anger, she pulled on the latch holding the chastity belt in place, hoping, somehow, that it would come free and she could remove the device as well as the vibrators it held in place. It didn’t work of course, the belt stayed firmly locked.
Eventually, she wiped her face and got up off the floor. She looked despondently down at the white tee shirt, her lip trembling. “Fuck…” she cried. With little choice in the matter, she got dressed and packed up the rest of her room. Those items mostly consisted of her makeup, shampoos, conditioners, and other health care products.
When she was done, she took one last pitiful look around her room. She’d only been here a short time, but already she missed the suite. Its amenities and comforts far outweighed anything the cells had to offer. Then she left, toting the small bag containing her only remaining possessions, and made her way back to the main dorm.
Weigh in was done by the time she entered and most of the ladies were gathered in the main room. Margot and Felicity were sitting in the kitchen having some sandwiches for lunch. The dark-haired Brit gave her a curious glance, her head cocked to the side as she entered in level 1 attire and whispered something softly to the Aussie sitting across from her.
Emma and the master were nowhere to be seen, but Chloe was sitting on one of the couches playing with her iPod as the hallway door closed behind the former diva. The blonde teen looked up and Taylor watched as first surprise, then a broad humored grin spread across her face at seeing her demotion. Her green eyes sparkled, then she broke into a fit of laughter.
With great difficulty, Taylor ignored her as she passed through the main dorm into the kitchen. It wasn’t easy because as she neared the halfway mark, the blonde’s laughter subsided enough for her to point and say: “I guess being a self-righteous cunt can get you demoted.” Then, as she passed by the couch on which she was sitting, the teen added, “You look like shit, Tay Tay, maybe your first stop shouldn’t be for a sandwich, but for a shower.” Chloe giggled some more. Then, as Taylor was stepping through the threshold of the kitchen said to herself, “is it just me or is she walking, even more than normal, like she’s got a stick up her ass.”
Taylor dropped her makeup bag onto the floor and collapsed into one of the kitchen chairs. Which was a mistake. Sitting down hard into the chair sent a jolt of pleasure and pain from the two dildos, shooting up her spine. She cringed, but almost immediately, Margot was there, wrapping her in a hug. “Are you ok?” she said soothingly, smoothing back the hair from her eyes and giving her a look of sympathy.
Looking into the Aussie’s eyes, Taylor’s lips trembled and, having no words, she shook her head no. “Oh, you poor thing,” Margot said quietly. She wrapped her tight and squeezed her as Taylor shed a few more tears into her shoulder.
There wasn’t much time for further sympathy, because right about then, Emma and the master entered the main dorm from the restroom area. The master took one look at her sitting in the kitchen and, with a laugh, pressed the button on his remote. Taylor gripped the arms of the chair tight. She threw her head back, fighting the moan as the dildos wedged in her pussy and ass immediately began to buzz.
Margot looked down at her crotch in alarm, then gave her a sad look of understanding as she bit her lip and began to shudder in the chair. The Aussie clutched her tight around the shoulders as the near orgasm built and offered her support in the form of her presence. Felicity looked between the two of them and the master in confusion. “Gather up everyone,” he said, standing near Emma and Chloe in the main area. The blonde teen watched, laughing, pointing and drawing an admonishing look from the harem mistress.
“What’s going on?” Felicity asked cautiously, after the vibrators were finished pushing Taylor to the edge. She stood up, still glancing between Taylor and the master, and moved toward the main dorm area. “Why is Taylor being punished?”
“I’ll explain everything, just gather up.” After he spoke, Alex leaned down close to Chloe’s ear. Taylor couldn’t hear what he said, but she turned a shade whiter and immediately shut her mouth and sat still. The master stood patiently, he put his arm around Emma’s waist and waited while they all gathered around.
While the girls moved closer, Taylor wondered about Bella and Cara. It was likely, after what happened yesterday, that Cara might be resting in her room. But, Bella, surely her former teen lover was being punished, but was she in the punishment room? And what, nasty torment did the master come up with for her? Taylor, despite her anger at the girl, at the same time, felt a little bad for her. Considering how unbearable her own punishment was proving to be, she could only think that Bella’s would be worse.
Felicity sat on a recliner nearby. She drew her knees up to her chest and watched Taylor with a curious gaze as the others found seats. Margot walked with Taylor and helped her as she carefully lowered herself onto the couch, then sat down next to her.
With everyone gathered around, Alex spoke. “You all have noticed I’ve demoted Taylor back to level 1. That I’ve put her in a…delicate situation.” With that said, he pulled out the remote, held it up, showing it off to everyone before mashing the button and sending the former diva to twitching and shuddering in Margot’s grasp as the dildos did their work.
“She’s being punished.” He said, looking around at every face. “As far as I’m concerned, she’s every bit as responsible for what happened to Cara as Bella.” Felicity and Chloe turned concerned faces toward to the still edging diva. “Last week, I told her that she either needed to break things off with Bella or tell her what was going on between her and Cara. She refused,” when he informed them that she’d refused, he mashed the button on the remote again, and again Taylor was sent to panting and sweating as the dildos pushed her to near orgasm. “If she’d done as I asked, I believe Bella’s anger at learning the truth would have been lessened and we would have avoided the violence of last night.”
Alex didn’t say anything else. He motioned everyone to watch as the device sent Taylor just to the edge of orgasm for a third time since he entered the room. After she came down, he hit the button again, causing the singer to cry out in pain and pleasure, and drawing everyone’s eye. He went on, as the diva uncomfortably shifted and occasionally moaned. “The remote triggers an edging device designed to send the wearer right to the brink of orgasm. It monitors the subject’s heart rate, electrical signals, and genital blood flow. It will work again and again for as many times as the button is pushed.” To emphasize his point, Alex smashed the button again and Taylor continued to writhe around on the couch next to Margot.
“Over the next few days I plan to give everyone a turn with the remote. I think it’s only fitting. Taylor defied a direct order from me and it caused one of your own mental and physical harm. I won’t tolerate such behavior anymore.” He met the eye of each lady present, showing with his expression just how serious he was. “If you don’t use the remote, when it’s your turn,” he said, looking Margot right in the eye. “You can expect that I’ll queue Taylor up for 10 or 15 near orgasms in a row to make up for it. So, I expect you all to participate.” He then tossed the remote to Felicity, took Emma’s hand, and left in the direction of his personal suite.
The door to the main dorm closed behind them. Every eye was on the dark-haired Brit. Chloe watching expectantly, an evil little grin on her face. Margot looked over, sad but anxious, and Taylor just gave her a pleading look as she blinked back tears. Felicity’s face grew hard as she looked at the tiny plastic device. “You could have avoided all this?” she asked, looking the diva in the eye. She bit her lip as her face grew determined. “That makes you just as much at fault as Bella. Seems like you deserve this.” She then mashed the button and headed back into the kitchen as Chloe laughed, Taylor sobbed, and Margot fretted behind her.
                                                                           ***
Day 38 (3 p.m.)
Emma took Dove around the shoulders and led the traumatized teen out of the punishment room. In the hall, she gave her a fresh set of level 1 attire and told her to get dressed. Afterwards, she took her into the main dorm area, the girl clearly still in a daze of disbelief about what she’d just done.
Everyone, except of course for Bella, was lounging around as they entered. Felicity was reading on one of the couches, the edging remote sitting close at hand. Chloe, Margot and Taylor were in two separate TV nooks. Even Cara was out and about, sitting in the kitchen and eating a late lunch. Thus far, Cara and Taylor had been nervously avoiding one another. The blonde Brit, for obvious reasons, associated being raped with the former diva and could barely toss a glance her way. Taylor on the other hand, felt so guilty, and was being kept constantly distracted by the buzzing of vibrators, that she could barely look her former lover in the eye.
Cara looked up in surprise as the two entered, and, although she didn’t recognize Dove as a celebrity, clearly recognized the shocked and dazed look on the teen’s face and what it must mean. Emma gave her a sympathetic smile that she hoped conveyed how sorry she was to have to do this today, after what had happened to her last night. “Can I have everyone’s attention?” the harem mistresses called out, as she passed through the kitchen before sitting the stunned Dove down into a comfy chair in the main dorm.
A few moments later, Margot and Taylor came out of the TV nook they’d been sharing, Chloe exited hers, came in, sat down, and gave the newcomer a curious look. While Felicity sat up, marked her book, and then flipped it closed. She shot Taylor a look as she entered and hit the button on her remote, sending the diva to her knees before she could find a seat. While Cara came in and sat down quietly at the far end of the room, watching Emma. Margot gave the dark-haired Brit a dirty look before helping Taylor find a seat and sitting next to her.
Emma moved behind Dove, who nervously took in the faces of all the assembled women. It was one thing to know all the missing celebrities were here. But seeing them, dressed in harem uniforms and familiar with one another, was a whole new level of scary. The harem mistress put her hands on the teen’s shoulders. “Last night, the master brought in two new celebrities. One of whom is this young lady here, Dove Cameron. “Please everyone, say hello to her, welcome her and try to be nice to her. She’s had a rough afternoon.”
“I bet…” Chloe muttered, a devious little smile on her face. It was clear the teen was reveling in all the punishments that were going around, especially the public and humiliating ones.
Moving right along as if her slave hadn’t spoken, Emma said, “With Taylor’s demotion, there will be some…difficulty with sleeping arrangements.” The diva looked sorrowfully to the floor and more than one gaze went her way. “With Clo moving in with me, Dove will take her old room. Taylor, you’ll stay in Bella’s room while she’s…indisposed.” The diva’s head shot up and the look on her face was pained. “Sorry,” Emma said in response, but it’s either that or the couch.
“Can’t I stay in Margot’s old room?”
“I’m afraid not. The other new comer will likely be out of the punishment room later tonight and will need a room of her own.” Taylor had tears in her eyes, she clutched Margot, burying her head in the Aussie’s shoulder.
“Couldn’t she stay with me?” Margot asked.
“No. She’s being punished. The master thought it fitting to put her in there and that’s what we’re going to do.” Emma nearly smiled. In truth it had been her idea to stick Taylor in her old lover’s room to further her torment, but she thought it best if Margot didn’t know that. “The master and I are working to solve the sleeping arrangements and should have a solution before Bella returns.”
“What…what happened to Bella?” Everyone looked at Dove in surprise. Like the first words of a child, she spoke. “Bella Thorne…right?”
“That’s right,” Margot said gently, offering the newcomer a kind smile. “Do you know her?”
Dove smiled nervously, licked her lips and looked around at everyone. “Only…only a little. I worked with her at the Disney channel. We were on different shows but…yeah… I knew her.”
Chloe looked over to her, an evil smile on her face “She’s—”
“Chloe, shut up unless you want punishment too!” Emma said forcefully, quieting what would have likely been a mean-spirited quip from the teen. She sat down on the arm of the chair and looked down at Dove, taking her hand. “Your friend is being punished for attacking one of us last night.”
Dove’s eyes grew wide and she opened her mouth to protest, surely someone as sweet as the girl she’d known couldn’t have possibly attacked someone. But the look on the faces of the other assembled celebrities told her she would have been wrong to think that way. “Oh… I see.”
“I’m sure in the coming days,” Emma said, giving her hand a squeeze, “you’ll learn all about it. Till then, how about a tour? I can show you around, make sure you know all the rules, and get you all set up in your room. Sound good?” The blonde teen nodded and allowed Emma to lead her off.
“Well she’s sexy as fuck” Chloe said, watching Dove’s ass as she left toward the restrooms.
Margot offered her a frown while she clutched a still sobbing Taylor to her shoulder. “Why don’t we give her a few days to settle in before we start shamelessly hitting on her? Ok?”
“Ok, ok… geez…” The teen said, rolling her eyes.
Felicity was watching the teen depart too. However, as they disappeared, she said, “I wonder what the master made her do to get out of the punishment room?”
“I’d prefer not to think about it,” Margot said, as she continued to console the softly sobbing diva.
“I bet she had to take a bunch of big hard cock,” Chloe responded, not looking up from her iPod screen.
Felicity looked sad, nodding her head as she remembered her own initiation. She picked up the remote saying, “on that note. I think I’m done with this. Who wants it next.”
Chloe’s hand and head both shot up, “oooh oooh, me, me…please!”
Felicity frowned at Chloe’s enthusiasm. “Punishing someone, however much they may or may not deserve it, doesn’t mean you should be eager to administer it.” Taylor sobbed again softly at the comment, a reminder of her part in what had transpired last night. Cara said nothing, just got up and went back to the kitchen. Felicity watched her go, a sad look in her eyes and tossed the remote to Margot. Then she stood, picked up her book and headed to her room. “I’m out for a nap,” she said softly, to no one in particular.
Chloe frowned at Felicity’s comment, but after the remote was with Margot seemed to lose interest and went back to the TV nook she’d been in before.
The arrival of a new batch of celebrities had put a damper on everyone’s mood. They all went back to their own things as Emma led Dove around, showing her all there was to see in the areas that she had access to, which wasn’t much. Then she led the teen into her new room. The teen complied with all of the harem mistress’s requests as she and the guard on duty set up her thumbprint to open the door to her new room.
It hit Dove then, after the thumbprint scan was complete, and Emma motioned to her drab one room prison cell that she was trapped here. That she was now a slave to that man who’d just raped Ari, who’d just forced her to…to perform crude sexual acts in order to avoid the same fate. Tears filled her eyes, she felt her legs go limp, and she sank to the floor. “It’s really true,” she said, looking down at her hands.
“I’m afraid so,” Emma said, crouching next to the teen.
“How?” the blonde said, turning a tear-filled gaze upon the harem mistress.
Emma wrapped her arms around Dove’s shoulders. She smiled sadly, gazing into her big green eyes. “It hasn’t been easy, for any of us,” she said, as she sat on the floor next and squeezed the teen tighter. “In my experience, you…you just get used to it.”
The teen leaned into Emma’s embrace. Despite what the harem mistress had just helped her do, she felt a closeness to her, a genuine desire from her to help her fit in and to help her acclimate to this strange, hostile place. “Thank you,” she whispered softly, as the hug extended.
Emma kissed the top of Dove’s head. Held the teen for a while as she needed someone to be there for her. “You’re welcome,” she said, in response. She was surprised, the blonde didn’t cry. She had tears, but she never sobbed or lost control, just held her as if she were a rock, something she needed to hold while she got her bearings. Emma found it quite impressive and felt her affection for the newcomer swell. “If it helps,” she said, after quite a while had passed, “I’ve also found that having friends makes things easier down here.”
“Will you be my friend?” she said, turning her big green eyes up to look into Emma’s.
“Of course,” she said with a tender smile. Dove’s eyes filled with tears again, but she never sobbed. The two girls sat close on the floor, holding one another as time passed.
Day 38 (10 p.m.)
Alex entered the punishment room and was immediately greeted by the soft, pathetic sobs of his little pet kitty, Ariana Grande. He flipped on the lights and saw her there, still strapped into the horse. Her were legs spread, held firmly in place by leather bindings. Her head and hands were gripped tight by the stockade holes at its far end. She also still had the ring gag still holding her mouth wide open. There was drool pooling in her gaping mouth and it dripped steadily into a small puddle on the floor.
When he’d last left her, Alex had dressed her up for tonight’s big event, put her in tall, six-inch stiletto heels, long, black, thigh high stockings and, on her head, had put a little headband with big fluffy cat ears attached to it. Finally, of course, she still bore the most important piece of her outfit, a long black cat’s tail attached to the butt plug Dove had inserted deep into her bowels. The slender furry tail hung beautifully between her skinny legs, its end being right about at ankle level where it partially obscured the treasure he’d come here for.
“Comfy?” he quipped, as he walked in and ran his fingertips tantalizingly up the small of her back, starting just above her ass crack, and moving slowly, teasingly all the way up her spine to the top of her neck. The former diva sobbed, it was a miserable little noise that, even more than the tears trailing her cheeks, signaled the beginning of her unconditional surrender to his will.
One of the last things Alex had done before he left her was to raise up the back end of the horse to accommodate Ariana’s height in the heels she now wore. Partly, he’d done this so she wouldn’t have to crouch the whole time he was gone. The long-term stress of being in a device like the horse could and would eventually cause serious harm to his little kitty. He didn’t want that, so he adjusted the height to make her more comfortable. But the added, and some might argue, more important effect, was to lift Ariana’s perfect, tiny ass high into the air, putting her delectable little pink pussy right at crouch level.
“Oh…my mistake,” he said cheerfully, as he crouched in front of her face. “I guess you can’t say much with this thing in your mouth. Want me to take it out,” he said soothingly, as he gently touched her tear stained cheek.
The former diva sobbed and nodded as enthusiastically as the restraints holding her in place would allow.
“I could do that,” Alex said, brushing his fingertips up her cheek, softly over her ear and weaving them into her long black hair. “But, why should I?” he hissed, his tone becoming angry and sending spittle flying across her face. He took her hair in a tight, painful grip and twisted the singer’s head up, so she could easily look him in the eye.
Ariana blinked in response, clamping her eyes shut tight in fear and whimpered softly as she began to tremble all over. “You look at me when I’m talking to you, slut!” Alex said in a soft, sinister voice, keeping his prisoner held tightly in place.
Slowly, her big brown eyes fluttered open, she flinched, expecting an attack. When none came, she looked her new master in the eye, her expression frail and docile. “MMhhhmmmh,” she mumbled softly, around the gag.
Alex’s expression softened. He released his hold on her silky, black hair and gently pet the top of her head as if she were indeed a cat. He brought his lips to her ear and whispered, “you’ll blink once if you understand and agree to what I say.” Then, leaning back he looked her expectantly in the eyes.
Immediately, Ariana blinked her eyes closed. When they opened, she first gazed back into her master’s to make sure she’d properly followed his instructions, then she lowered her eyes submissively to the floor. “Good, girl,” Alex said, running his fingers through her hair and gently scratching behind her big fluffy cat ears.
“I’ll remove your gag, little kitty, but you will only speak when spoken too.” Keeping her gaze on the floor, Ari slowly blinked her eyes closed then back open one time. “You are a kitty cat, until I say otherwise. You can only speak by purring and meowing.”
Alex felt the diva stiffen at this degrading proclamation. She didn’t immediately blink in agreement and, for a moment, Alex thought he might have to punish her. But then, Ari blinked her eyes closed then open. “Good, girl,” Alex said softly. He kissed the kitty’s forehead before leaning back on his heels and undoing the straps holding the gag in place. Then, carefully, he removed the ring from over her teeth, allowing the former singer to finally close her mouth.
She whimpered softly as the gag momentarily stretched her mouth wider as it went over her teeth. Then she slowly opened and closed her mouth a few times to help relieve the tension in her jaw. Ariana then looked up at her master. Her gaze conveyed the relief at being free of the gag. It had obviously been quite painful. She then looked shyly back at the floor, and a moment later, Alex heard his little kitty cat purring softly.
He smiled at her, lifting her chin so she’d look up at him and see his satisfaction at her behavior. “Are you my little kitty cat?” With his question, Alex again began to stroke her hair, petting her like she was an animal.
Ariana’s big brown eyes met his, shyly. But, when he asked his question, they grew wide, excited. She pursed her full lips, biting them coyly. “Meow,” she said, before again lowering her gaze in a submissive manner.
Alex felt his cock growing rock hard. He wanted nothing more than to swoop in behind this little vixen and destroy that pussy. But, he thought it would be more fun to torment her a little more first. To lead this deceptive bitch along. Make her think she was getting away.
“You know,” he said excitedly, cupping Ari’s chin and smiling broadly. “I forgot something before, when I was getting you ready to be my kitty cat. Know what it is?”
Ari shook her head, her big brown eyes pouty and she let out a long, sad, “meeeow,” in answer.
Alex held up a container of black body paint. He opened it and dipped his index finger in. He painted on the former diva’s face, six long whiskers, three on each cheek. Then darkened her nose, making it look much more like it belonged to a cat. “Whiskers, Silly,” he said, playfully patting her head.
“Meow!” Ari responded enthusiastically.
Alex studied her for a long moment, crouched before her. He watched her eyes, her expressions, studied her face until even in her acting the singer’s cheeks grew red and she looked down in shame. He let her stew for a long time as he watched her, let her wonder what he was thinking, what he was going to do next. Finally, after the minutes had drawn out, he gripped her chin and lifted it till she looked him in the eye. “I’m going to ask you something. You remember the rules, when I do, understand?”
Without hesitation, Ari, blinked her eyes. “Meeeoow,” she said softly.
Alex had a suspicion about the uppity self-righteous bitch and very much wanted an answer. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”
The question caught the diva off guard. Her jaw dropped and her eyes grew wide. Alex saw her lips move and, for the briefest second, thought she was going to say something. Then, her eyes dropped to the floor, her head hung a little lower and she shook it side to side as much as the restraints would allow. A sad little “meow,” followed before she looked back up at him.
“I thought as much,” he said, giving her hair a consoling pet to let her know that everything was alright. “Look at me.” Slowly, the diva’s gaze returned to his. He could see shame and embarrassment in those eyes. “I know you’ve had boyfriends. Surely one or two of those must have gotten into that little pussy. Right?”
Again, the question took her by surprise, that much was clear on her face. But this time she seemed better prepared for it. Her eyes dropped, but it only took a second for her to blink. “Meow.”
Alex lifted her chin. “I said keep your eyes on me,” his tone was hard, but his voice soft. He didn’t want her too scared to answer. “I’m going to start counting, nice and slow.” He squeezed her chin tight to let her know how serious he was and said, “when I get to the number of men you’ve fucked, you will blink. Understand?”
Fresh tears pooled in Ari’s eyes. She blinked slowly opened and closed causing them to fall to her cheeks and they trailed down her face, adding to the small puddle below her face. Then with a sad, pathetic sob, “meeo—oow.”
He started counting at one but didn’t have to go far. By the time Alex reached three, Ariana blinked again, indicating she’d only ever fucked that many guys. “Good, girl,” he complimented her, again stroking her hair and neck like a pet.
By now, tears were streaming down Ariana’s face. The humiliating position she was in, combined with the deeply personal, embarrassing questions were an even worse punishment than spending half a day with that gag in her mouth. She sobbed softly as her new master pet her like she was a dog.
“I have just one more question, kitty… and… I’m pretty sure I already know the answer to this, but here it goes.” He ran the hand that had been stoking her hair down her back. He trailed it along her side as he neared her tits and gently pinched one of her dark nipples between his fingers.
Ari again sobbed as this stranger groped her, but she didn’t say a word, only offered him a sad, embarrassed, “meow.”
“These men you fucked,” Alex went on as if he were discussing the weather, “none of them were dominant? Am I right?” Ari looked confused, but Alex just went on. “What I mean is, I’m guessing you never let them crawl on top of you? You never let them bend you over, give you a good deep, hard fuck? I’m betting, in fact, seeing that pathetic look on your face I’m sure of it. You rode these sissys each and every time you fucked…which I’m also guessing was next to never.”
The sad, confused look on Ari’s tear-streaked face persisted till Alex bellowed, “answer me, cunt, or so fucking help me you’ll live in this room.” She blinked again, but whether that was from fear or in answer was uncertain. Alex reared back and slapped her hard across the face. He then seized her chin in a tight painful grip.
Ari was breathing fast and heavy, and tears streamed down her face. She was terrified and humiliated from the truth her self-styled master had garnered about her after just one meeting. When he seized her chin again and held her there she slowly began to calm down.
When her breathing had regulated, Alex said, softer, slower. “Answer me.” Ari blinked slowly in answer, sending more tears cascading down her chin. “Good, girl,” he said in an even calmer voice and again raised his hand to pet her head and neck. That seemed to calm Ariana down even more and soon her breathing had slowed, and the tears came to a stop.
After she calmed, Alex gave the former diva a sweet, gentle smile. “That all stops today,” he said, low and menacingly. He released her chin and stood, towering over her. He walked slowly around her, letting his hands trail over her body as he did. When he was behind her, he gave her ‘tail’ a soft tug, jostling the butt plug just enough to garner a sob from the former diva turned kitty cat.
Alex pulled on the string to his pants, sending them to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. His cock was fully erect and hard as a rock. He lifted, but didn’t remove her tail, setting it to the side so it hung off her hip. He then placed his fingertips to her bone-dry cunt and began to rub softly at it to get her ready. “Here, you’re just a bitch with a hole.”
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