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

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Disclaimer:
The following is a work of fiction. It is not, in any way, intended to reflect reality. It is purely a fantasy originating in the deepest recesses of my mind. While real people do appear in this work, I, the writer of this work, in no way wish to see these individuals actually put in any situation contained therein. Furthermore, I do not, in any way, shape, or form, condone rape, kidnapping, violence, or any of the other questionable acts that appear herein. This work is not intended to endorse or condone anyone who would perform such vile acts. Anyone who would do any such a thing to a real-life person deserves punishments reserved only for those in the deepest circle of hell. In addition, I do not know, nor have I ever met Emma Watson, Margot Robbie, Taylor Swift, Bella Thorne, Chloe Moretz, Felicity Jones, Cara Delevingne, Dove Cameron or Ariana Grande. The versions of them that appear in this story are fictional and purely based on their celebrity persona. I apologize if that offends you. My intention is only to entertain. Finally, I make no money from the distribution of this work.
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Day 38 (10:25 p.m.)
“Here,” Alex said, as he pressed his fingertips against Ariana Grande’s bone-dry cunt, “you’re just a bitch with a hole.” At this point, the diva let out a loud, vocal scream that sounded nothing like a cat as her new master began to rub her pussy. “That!” he shouted, as he painfully slapped her twat with the palm of his hand, “didn’t sound very cat-like.”
“Master,” she sobbed pathetically, using his title hoping to show him that she was trying to comply and perhaps to get him to stop. “Please. I don’t want this…”
Alex frowned. He reared back and brought his arm down with all his strength, again slapping Ari’s little pink pussy lips with the palm of his hand. A loud “whack” reverberated around the room causing the singer to cry out in a loud, helpless wail of despair. “You broke the rules, little kitty. I said no speaking!” He then unleashed a flurry of blows, spanking Ariana’s ass and twat till both were stung bright red and the petite, former diva hung limp. She was broken, her body held up only by the restraints, and her head bowed in defeat as tears poured down her face.
In the torrent of his blows and the wailing and shaking Ari had done, she’d dislodged her cat ears. They lay on the floor a few feet from her head. Alex moved around her to pick them up from the floor where he then crouched next to her. He lifted her head by the chin till she looked up into his eyes. When she did, her lips, dripping drool, were trembling, Alex could see fear and the inkling of her soon to be completely broken spirit. Tears trailed her cheeks and her dark eyes were bloodshot and timid.
He softly stroked her cheek and offered her a sweet, loving smile. “There, there, little kitty,” he said quietly, as he replaced her ears and gently wiped the tears from her face. He tenderly kissed her forehead and began to pet her hair as he watched her sad, pain-filled eyes. “You wanted to speak?” he asked, in a low, disparaging voice that one might use to address a dog that had just shit on the floor.
Ariana let out a pathetic little whimper and her eyes blinked closed, then back open. “Meow,” she said sadly.
“Good, kitty,” Alex said, in a happier voice. He scratched her behind the ears as he stroked the top of her head and neck, taking in and reveling in the hopelessness and humiliation contained in her gaze. “You may speak,” he said softly, giving her a sharp slap, “but foolish questions will be punished.”
Ariana whimpered as her master struck her face. She blinked and fresh tears trailed down her cheeks. “Master…” she sobbed, lips trembling. “Please…please don’t rape me.” She swallowed nervously as Alex narrowed his gaze. “I, I don’t want to go through what happened to Taylor…” She licked her lips, desperate to convince him not to do something terrible. “Please…”
Alex laughed in her face. He studied the look in her eyes and tenderly ran his fingertips over her cheek, stroking her fondly. The singer bit her lip coyly. She met her master’s gaze, a faint hope growing in her eyes. “What would you suggest then, little kitty? I brought you here for sex. If you’re not giving it to me I have no use for you.”
The former diva turned a shy, but alluring gaze submissively downward. “I didn’t say there couldn’t be sex. I just don’t want you to be so aggressive, so mean with me. I’m delicate.” Then, she looked back into his eyes, her expression smoldering. She licked her full sexy lips, this time confidant. “You seem to like the kitty play. Maybe I could be your personal little kitty cat.” Ariana then began to softly purr, “puuurrrrrrr,” rolling her r’s and keeping her eyes locked on Alex. Despite being pinned into a stockade, bent over like a fuck slut, with her legs bound and spread wide, this sex kitten was positively dripping in powerful, sexual energy.
Alex felt his cock twitch. He was hard as a rock with desire for this sexy diva cat. “That’s an interesting proposal, little kitty,” he said, continuing to gaze into her lust-filled eyes. He continued to stroke her hair, petting her like a good girl deserved to be pet, while she purred soft and sweet. “And just how, in your imagination, would this arrangement work?”
“Well, Master,” she said in a cute, self-assured voice, using his title knowing that he’d like it and hoping to manipulate him into getting her way. “First, you’d have to free me from this device.” She batted her long, dark eyelashes at him, licked her lips before going on. “You could take me back to your room, away from the others. I’m your pet, not theirs… Then, you put me in a sexy little collar with a leash. Lead me to your bed and I’ll show you the time of your life. I could then curl up at the foot of your bed while you slept. I’d be your personal pet.”
Alex had to admit, it was a good idea. Though he had a few things to add that he was sure she wasn’t going to like. He continued to stroke her hair as he mulled it over in his head and considered the possibility that he wouldn’t mind if she ended up that way. Ariana’s transformation from girl to cat would have to be on his terms, though. It would be fun, he continued to muse, if he could end up making her beg to be his personal kitty cat. A smile spread on his face as the idea grew in his mind. “And what about the man you shot with the taser? Do I just tell him, tough shit you don’t get your revenge? How would that make me look?”
It was Ariana’s turn to laugh. It was light and musical. “Master…” she giggled, “you’re the boss. He’s your man. He’ll do what you tell him.” She again batted her eyelashes at him and licked her lips. “If you agree to this, I’d be all yours. I’ll ride you all night long.” She whispered when she spoke, lowering her voice to draw Alex nearer. She was enticing, and knew how to play the game, there was no doubt.
“It's a very good idea,” Alex responded softly, cupping her chin and lifting her head. He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. Not being surprised in the slightest when she sighed in pleasure and opened her mouth to accept his gently probing tongue. He kissed her long and deep till both were breathless. When he pulled away, he looked deep into her eyes, searching for a hint of deception. She blinked, smiled shyly and looked downward. Very skilled indeed, he thought.
He released her chin suddenly and stood up. “I’ve got a counter proposal, Ms. Grande.” Alex walked around the diva’s prone form. He gave her ass a wicked, hard slap, causing her to cry out in alarm. “Beg me to fuck you right here and now. Agree to give Thando, the guard you shot, two hours with you here in this room, tonight, and I’ll agree not to bring my whole crew down here and fuck every single one of your holes for hours and hours on end.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” she howled.
“Oh, but I would.”
“I’m not some fucking slut slave, you son of a bitch! I’m Ariana Grande!” As if that declaration gave her some afore denied power, she began to thrash and buck furiously against the bindings, forgetting the precarious position she was in.
“Have it your way,” Alex laughed, lifting her tail to the side as he again pressed his fingers to her raw, red cunt and began to softly massage her slit. He rubbed at her for several moments as she slowly ceased her futile struggling and again began to weep. When she started to grow damp, Alex picked up a nearby bottle of lube and applied a generous portion to his aching cock.
Moving in behind her, he kneaded her ass cheeks in both hands, savoring the moment. He bent over her, pressed his chest against her slim, narrow back to show her who was dominant. “Ready or not…” he hissed softly, into her ear.
“Fuck you!” she spat, as he slid his prick into her.
Ariana Grande’s pussy was incredibly tight. Perhaps the tightest of any girl Alex had ever fucked. Combining that with her unwillingness, her anger, and the knowledge of the intense hatred she had for him, made it one of the most exquisite experiences of his life. Ari continued to fight as he worked his way deeper into her pussy. She squeezed and contracted, making him fight for every inch. Then there was the sensation of forcing his way in, his prick sliding over the grooves in the butt plug as the singer fought and sobbed against the invasion. Alex groaned in ecstasy when, with one last shove, aided by pressing the weight of his body fully against her, he slammed his cock the rest of the way in.
Ariana’s eyes bulged in her head. Tears trailed down her cheeks as the most humiliating experience of her life turned into one of the most painful. This was easily the biggest dick she’d ever had, and it had just been forced balls deep inside her. “I fucking hate you,” she whispered.
“Funny,” Alex laughed, raising his body off hers and giving her thigh a hard, open palmed slap. “I was thinking I might be in love.” He leaned into her, the horse keeping her locked in place as he forced every last inch of his big, beefy cock as far into her as it would go. Once he was fully lodged inside, he held himself there, savoring the tightness, the resistance, and the feeble sobs she was making as tears continued to trail down her face.
He pressed his lips to her ear and whispered, “that’s right, cry. Crying is your mind’s way of accepting your fate.” Then, as she let out a wail of despair, Alex took his first long, slow thrust, pulling his dick nearly all the way out of Ari’s incredibly tight hole before slowly pushing fully back inside her.
“Please,” she sobbed, in what was likely her first genuine statement since being here, “you don’t have to do this… it hurts… I’ll be a good girl from now on.”
Alex sighed in pleasure, directing the sound straight into her ear. “If you think this hurts,” he said, as he took a second slow thrust, “just wait till my men get down here. They’re much less gentle, and their dicks are even bigger than mine…”
“You’re a monster,” the dark-haired diva cried, as she bowed her head in defeat. She bit her lip as even more tears rolled down her face, dripped from her chin, and landed in a puddle on the cold stone floor. With nowhere to go and no way to fight, Ariana temporarily accepted her fate. Her master, still bent over her, began to take long, rapid thrusts in and out of her pussy.
After increasing his pace, and a few minutes of really pounding Ari’s tight hole, she completely capitulated, ceasing all struggle, at least for the moment. Alex rose up off her back, gripped both her ass cheeks in either hand and continued to batter at her now dripping wet snatch. It was still amazingly tight. All the men she’d fucked in the past must have had tiny little dicks. He imagined her getting off on humiliating them as she rode them in some femdom fantasy. It gave him great pleasure to take that control away from her. To show her, likely for the first time in her stuck up, entitled life, what male dominance looked like. To show her that she was now just a bitch. His bitch.
Ariana’s body had begun to respond, and his prick now easily slid in and out. Alex could hear her softly sobbing as he continued to batter her cunt. Sweat was now dripping from his arms and chest as he worked himself furiously inside her. Now, each time he’d slam home, the diva would make a little cry of pain mixed with pleasure. He doubted she’d get off before he was done, but it showed signs that she might, sometime in the future.
Alex groaned as he took one last hard, deep thrust into Ari’s cunt. If he didn’t’ stop now, he’d surely blow his load. So, with great effort, he pulled out. He firmly gripped his cock by the base till he could get a bowl he’d earlier placed on the counter. He then finished himself off, jerking off into the bowl. The load was huge, built from the pent-up energy of teasing first Taylor earlier in the day, then Ariana just now. Despite cumming down Ari’s throat earlier today, Alex managed to fill nearly half the bowl with his hot, stinky load.
He took the bowl around to Ariana, whose head was still hanging limp in defeat from the hole in the stockade. She was still softly sobbing, and her tears dripped from her face. He crouched in front of her and lifted her chin. She met his gaze with a dazed glace in her dark brown eyes. “Against my better judgement, little kitty, I’ll make you one last deal.” Showing her the bowl and with a wicked grin, he said, “lap up the milk like a good little kitty, and I won’t bring my men down here to have their way with you for the rest of the night.”
A flash of horror, degradation, and humiliation flashed across her face. She gave him a pleading look, her lips trembling. Tears again trailed her cheeks. “No…please…”
“Have it your way,” Alex said, pulling the bowl away and standing up.
“No,” she cried. Then, in a barely audible whisper said, “I’ll do it.”
“What was that?” Alex said, again crouching next to her face. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”
Ariana’s eyes darted to the bowl, a clear, unmistakable look of revulsion filled her gaze. She visibly shuddered in disgust. When she looked back up at him, there was nothing but sorrow and defeat in her eyes. Her lips trembled and with a shaky voice and a little more volume, repeated, “I’ll do it.”
“Good kitty.” Alex said mockingly, as he gently patted her head. He sat the bowl down onto the floor and stood up. “Let me just get you out of this so you can get a proper drink.” Then, moving around behind her, he freed her legs from the straps, pulled the pin that locked the stockade in place and threw off the top piece, freeing Ariana from the horse.
She’d been pinned into it for nearly an entire day, so he wasn’t surprised when she didn’t immediately stand away from it. “Awwww, poor kitty…” he taunted her. “Let me help you.” Alex lifted Ari in his arms and lowered her to the floor about a meter and a half from the bowl. Then he took a seat nearby so he could watch as she was forced to crawl to it.
It took her a few seconds after being placed on the floor before Ariana could even raise herself up onto her hands and knees. When it looked like she might try to stand, Alex said, “kitty’s have four legs, not two.”
A flash of anger lit in Ariana’s eyes. But, Alex could see she also didn’t want him to bring the guards down on her. The animosity vanished almost as soon as it appeared only to be replaced with humiliation and fear. “Meow,” she cried meekly, as she then began a slow crawl across the floor to where Alex and the bowl of “milk” awaited her.
Alex watched her eyes as she crawled across the floor. He felt his prick stir, despite his recent orgasm, at the look of pure and utter defeat in that gaze. She swallowed in nervousness and disgust, taking her time as she moved, as if her master might change his mind if enough time passed.
“I’d drink up while its warm if I were you. I imagine it’ll be a lot harder to swallow when it’s all cold and congealed.”
Ariana again shuddered in revulsion, but now hurried across the floor, stopping in front of the bowl of cum. She lowered her head, her eyes going up to look at her master, the question on her face said, “do I really have to do this?”
Alex watched her impassively. After a moment he glanced at an imaginary watch on his wrist and said, “you’ve got two minutes to drink all your milk, or I get some guys down here to force feed you.”
Tears again pooled in her dark, timid eyes. Her lips trembled, and she nodded to herself as she tried to bolster the will to go through with it. Then, slowly, her tongue darted past her lips, dipped into the bowl and drew a small amount of Alex’s cum into her mouth. Immediately, Ari violently gagged. Her whole body shook, and Alex thought she was going to puke.
But, when he said, “one more minute.” She found new resolve. Lowering her face to the bowl, kitty Ariana began to lap up the “milk” in earnest. She drank up her master’s cum, like a kitty hungrily lapping up a treat. She took long, deep licks into the bowl, each time withdrawing a dollop of cum into her mouth. Occasionally, she would gag or shudder as she fought against vomiting. But, despite her obvious disgust, she was soon lapping at the sides of the bowl in a vigorous attempt to please her master and avoid a fate she considered far worse. Alex slid closer as it became apparent his little kitty was going to drink up all her milk. He lowered a hand to the top of her head and began to pet her, stroking her neck and scratching softly behind her ears till the bowl was empty.
When she was done, he pulled her into his lap, where she curled into a submissive little ball as Alex stroked her back in long gentle strokes while she made soft purring noises. “Good, kitty,” he said again and again, as his fingers brushed along her spine, calming the once petrified kitty. “That’s a good kitty.” A few minutes passed like this and Ariana was pacified and drifting off to sleep.
That was when the door to the punishment room was thrown open. Ulu, Taji, Ukuza and a very pissed off looking Thando all walked in. Alex roughly pushed Ari off his lap onto the floor. He hopped to his feet, and when she cast him a look of utter betrayal, he said, “I told you I wouldn’t call them down. I didn’t. They came all on their own.” He laughed and walked toward the door, looking his men over as he did. “I made a deal with her. Instead of the night, you have two hours.” They laughed and so did he as he strolled nonchalantly towards the door and the four big Africans descended on the tiny, frightened Ari kitty.
He paused at the door to remind his men, “she’s a kitty cat, remember that. Kitties have tails. I expect mine to keep hers.” It was his way of telling them that Ariana Grande’s asshole belonged to him. “Aside from that, do whatever you want to her…” he let the statement hang in the air. He gave his kitty one last pitiless and impassive stare before walking out and closing the door behind him.
Ariana shied away from the big African as they closed in on her and her last hope of salvation vanished through the door. Recoiling, she slid backwards on the floor, a look of absolute terror on her face till her back slammed against the wall. The guards took their time, slowly advancing as the look of fear and helplessness spread. “Please…” she cried softly, looking up at them with her big, brown eyes as they drew within a meter of where she cowered, “…please don’t…”
“Don’t what?” Ulu mocked as he glared down at her. “Get revenge for the way you acted during the trip here?” He folded his massive arms over his chest and laughed, deep and throaty.
“Don’t pay you back in kind how you tormented us for days?” Ukuza added.
“Don’t return every ounce of pain you inflicted on me, when you shot me with a taser?” Thando finished as he withdrew a small object from behind his belt. He held up a taser so Ariana could get a good look at it.
The former diva’s eyes grew wide in unbridled terror. She shook her head vehemently back and forth. “No! Please… don’t. I’m sorry…”
“Not yet you’re not. But you will be.” Thando then took aim with the taser and fired at the prone, helpless kitty. Fifty thousand volts immediately rocketed through her tiny body. She let out a pitiful cry of pain before collapsing to the ground like a fish out of water, twitching and convulsing.
The four guardsmen laughed as she flopped about. Thando held the trigger and laughed until the tiny pop star’s bladder released, causing her to spray hot urine in a wild arc through the air. Ari’s eyelids fluttered opened and closed as the voltage raced along her nervous system. Then, as the largest of Alex’s men left off the trigger, she passed out from the pain.
When she awoke a few minutes later, her wrists were bound with rope behind her back. Ulu took extra time and effort with the bindings, making sure the nimble, double jointed minx couldn’t escape. They forced into a kneeling position on a dirty, stained mattress near the room’s center. The bindings on her wrists pulled on her arms, suspending them from the ceiling as a collar around her neck pulled her head towards the floor. The tautness between the two ropes effectively held her immobile.
Thando, the big guard whom she’d shot with the taser, crouched naked near her head. He was a big man at seven feet tall and was rippling in muscles. His cock was enormous at nearly twelve inches and stood hard and erect out away from his body. But that wasn’t even what was most terrifying about the situation in which she found herself. In his hands he held a long yellow tube with two metal prongs jutting away from it. “Do you know what this is?” he said, in a low, dangerous voice as he showed her the device before gently brushing it along her cheek.
Ariana tried to shy away from him as her big, brown eyes grew wide in fear. She shook her head no, but couldn’t move as she was held in place by the ropes. “No,” she sobbed, as tears again rolled down her cheeks.
“It’s a cattle prod,” he responded, pulling the device back so she could get a good look. “Ranchers use it to…inspire stubborn cattle to move in a desired direction.” He mashed a button on the end of the device causing electric sparks to alight between the two metal prongs and Ari’s eyes to bulge in terror. Releasing the button, he said, “now,” and gently stroked her face with the tip, “if you thought the taser was painful… this will show you what pain truly is…”
Ariana began to tremble all over and vehemently shake her head no, as a deluge of tears rained down her cheeks. “No…please…I’m sorry…”
“We’ll see,” he said, in a soft, menacing voice. He scooted closer and knelt in front of her, pressing the tip of his massive prick to her lips. “First, you’re going to beg me to let you suck my dick. You’re going to beg me to cum all over that pretty face of yours. Then, you’re going to do it. You won’t complain. You won’t beg me to stop. I’ve been told that kitty cats don’t speak at all. You’ll perform enthusiastically like the fucking slut we all know you to be… You’ll do all of this, or so fucking help me you’ll feel the sting of this prod again and again for the next two hours.” He cupped her chin, raising it so she looked up at him. “Understand?”
Fear and terror banished any thought or hint of a will to fight. The master was frightening, but these men, they were cruel and terrifying, and she had not one doubt they’d do exactly what they said. She licked her lips nervously, raised her big, brown eyes again to the fearsome guard and, in a soft, pleading voice said: “please…please let me suck your dick. I want you to cum all over me. I’ll be a good girl…promise.” And without waiting more than the space of a heartbeat she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips tightly around the head of Thando’s big, black dick.
There was no motivator like abject terror, so Ariana slid her plump lips down Thando’s length, sucking and groaning as she pushed the first third of it deep into her mouth. In her former life Ari hadn’t given many blowjobs. She preferred to be in complete control. She liked men with tiny little dicks, so she could mock and tease them as she had her way with them. However, there were a few men she’d liked enough to indulge with the occasional bj. But, with those guys, she’d always been in control. They were always on their backs, and she’d always let her hands do most of the work, never taking more than the tip into her mouth. There was none of that here.
Her hands were bound, she had to use her mouth. Besides that, she was terrified of what Thando might do if she disappointed him. She swallowed her pride, and his member, as she forced it to the top of her throat. Her eyes watered and became blood shot. Drool pooled from her mouth as she worked it up and down. Groaning and slurping, her lips stretched wide as she fought to accommodate his massive girth. But, even with all her work, she couldn’t take more than a third of it without choking and gagging as she fought back the urge to vomit.
Thando groaned as the pretty, little kitty diva’s lips slid down his length. He cupped the back of her head, careful not to disturb her “ears,” and grinning as she gasped and choked when again the tip of his prick pierced the top of her throat. He sighed in pleasure when thick, ropy strands of drool poured from her lips, coating his dick in copious, clear bands of lubrication. “Deeper,” he commanded, after she’d been at it for a couple of minutes and seemed unable to take him into her throat.
Ari whimpered pathetically but didn’t dare attempt to take his hot meat from her mouth. Her lips plunged back down the length as she literally skewered her esophagus trying to force his cock deeper into her throat. That was when she felt hands on her ass and on her breasts and on her thighs, six hands to be precise. She felt cocks, three of them, rubbing against various places on her body. She sobbed in misery, but was no longer able to pull her mouth free, even if she wanted to try and complain, because Thando now had a tight grip on the back of her head.
Ulu, the captain of the master’s guards, crouched behind her, lowering himself between her legs. He tugged lightly on her “tail,” jostling it around on her insides and laughing as he pumped the plug an inch or two in and out of her butthole. “This bitch has a tail,” he said, laughing, as the other guards joined in and she whimpered pathetically around the massive meat in her mouth.
Leaving the plug in, he lifted the tail over her thigh and let it dangle to the floor. He then fondled her ass cheeks as he rubbed the tip of his manhood against the dry lips of her cunt and firmly kneaded her ass as he rotated his hips up and down, back and forth, teasing and taunting her with what was to come. “This is gonna be fun,” he said, in quiet laughter as he took up one of the many nearby bottles of lube. He squirted a copious amount over his thick, throbbing member before placing the tip to the entrance of her snatch and filling her insides.
Ukuza was crouched beside her. One hand reached over her back to fondle the tit on the other side of where he knelt. His other hand was smothered in lube and cradled his cock. He cupped the underside of it and latched on to the closest of her tits, mashing his prick between it and his hand. He then took one slow back and forth thrust, fucking her tit and his hand as his dick slid between them. He looked down at her when she whimpered and spit in her eye. It trickled down her face, over her lips and added to the liquid that was dripping from his companion’s hot, thrusting meat. “You got some tiny titties, bitch… They’re nearly as pathetic as you. But I guess they’ll do to get me off.”
Taji meanwhile stood over her. He was near where her hands were suspended into the air by the bindings on her wrists. Ariana felt lube being squirted over both her hands and then a long, thick prick placed between them. “You better stroke me good, whore. Or we’ll fuck you up the ass with that cattle prod.” Ari again sobbed in misery and despair, but she wrapped her hands tightly around his big, black dick as the big guardsmen began to fuck her fists while his compatriots continued their own assaults.
“I said deeper, bitch,” Thando sneered, as the grip on her head tightened and he shoved her face down his prick, finally forcing the tip past the opening of her throat. Spittle from Ukuza dribbled down her face. Taji began to thrust between her hands, and Ulu plunged his massive dick deep into her pussy. Ariana gagged violently as Thando at last succeeded in forcing his cock past the entrance of her throat. But there was little she could do as the four men all began to fuck the pieces of her body that they’d claimed as their own.
Vomit erupted from her stomach as their thrusting continued. Stoppered as it was by the huge black dick in her throat, it dribbled from her lips as Thando laughed loudly, but continued fucking her mouth. It oozed from her nose as she sobbed. Her eyes watered and she fought to breathe between strokes and thick tears of utter misery trailed down her cheeks.
Ulu slapped her ass in a powerful, open palmed smack as he began to get in rhythm with Thando, who was burying himself in her throat. Ukuza fucked her tit and Taji her hands. She was being pulled to and fro and was literally being skewered between the two huge thrusting cocks of Thando and Ulu. It was misery incarnate.
Soon, Thando groaned in pleasure. He yanked his dick free of her mouth and Ari took a deep gasp of breath even as Ulu and the others continued fucking her body. He slapped her hard across the face as he pumped his manhood in his fist. Blearily, she looked up at him. “Beg for my cum, bitch.”
With everything that was going on, it took Ariana a second to register what was happening. Ulu buried himself inside her and again slapped her ass. Thando again raised his hand, threatening to strike her again. She looked up at him, desperation clear on her face. “Please,” she said, in halting sobs, “please cum on me.”
Thando laughed. He struck her again anyway as his fist continued pumping up and down. The blow caught Ari’s lip, breaking the skin and drawing a small amount of blood causing her to whimper pathetically. But, just as she thought he was going to erupt on to her face, he lifted the bowl the master had used earlier and stroked himself off into it. The load was massive. It filled the bowl nearly half way, just as the master had earlier.
Right about then, Ulu extracted himself from her cunt. He bound around in front of her, smacked his rock-hard prick against her tired, bloodied lips. He began to frenziedly stroke his cock right before her eyes, grunting, before he too added his jizz to the bowl. The two men’s cum mixed together in the bowl as Ukuza knelt behind her and thrust himself unceremoniously into her battered twat. Taji likewise moved in front of her. He took her ponytail in a firm grip and thrust his dick into her mouth.
“You know,” he said, as he buried his cock in her throat. “I never thought you were that hot. You got skinny ass legs, tiny tits, no ass, but…dressed like a whore-cat and covered in bruises and, you’re not too bad.” He laughed as he pumped his prick into her mouth.
Ariana continued to sob as these replacements skewered her between them. Ulu, and Thando however, weren’t done. They each knelt beside her and spanked and slapped her while their comrades fucked her. The pain was unbearable, and soon she hung limp in her bindings as the two men thrust into her.
Taji was the next to cum. He stroked himself off like the others right into the bowl adding his seed to that provided by Ulu and Thando. Ukuza pulled out as Taji finished up and moved around in front of her. He too came into the bowl and by the time he was done, the bowl was brimming with the jizz of four men.
Thando crouched before her, carefully lifting the bowl and placing it to her lips. “Drink up slut-cat,” he said laughing.
Ariana was broken. She looked up at him with nothing but defeat and misery in her gaze. She sobbed softly, as tears rolled down her cheeks. She had never been more humiliated and degraded in her whole life. Her lips trembled as they parted. Her tongue dipped down into the bowl and withdrew a small amount of the guards combined cum.
But then, as Ari, slut cat, swallowed their cum, shuddering in revulsion, Thando lifted the bowl and dumped it on her head. Thick tendrils of jizz covered her hair. It poured down her face, over her eyes, nose and lips and began to drip onto the mattress beneath her. She sputtered, sobbed and gagged, fighting the urge to vomit as it ran down her cheeks and, again felt a wave of humiliation.
“It’s a cum-cat,” Taji said, as he pointed to Ariana. The four guardsmen all erupted in laughter as their seed dripped from the former diva’s face and as she continued to cry and shiver in despair. With her face completely covered in jizz, she hung her head in defeat, her body covered in black and blue handprints and was held upright purely by virtue of the ropes on her wrists. The four guards looked down at her and continued their raucous laughter.
Their laughter died down a few moments later and the big captain of the guards said: “You know, I think this bitch owes us one more thing. An apology.”
He took the cattle prod from where it lay on the ground nearby. He electrified the prongs and drove it into her side. The limp, broken diva’s head reared back as she screamed in agony. Ulu laughed. “Look us in the eye and apologize for your behavior, or else I shove this thing into your cunt and turn it on.”
Ariana was sobbing almost uncontrollably by the time Ulu pulled the cattle prod away. She was gasping for breath and her eyes were dry from all the tears she’d shed. She swallowed, trying to gain enough composure to do as she was asked before her nightmare could get any worse. The four guards moved around in front of her and looked down expectantly. She looked up, their jizz dribbling into her defeated, bloodshot eyes. “I, I’m sorry,” she sobbed again, fighting to speak as the pain and emotions surged through her body. “I’m sorry for shooting you with the taser.” Ariana’s whole body shuttered in agony from swallowing the bitter pill of this humiliating apology. Something she was forced to give them as their cum dripped from her face and her body was bruised and battered from blows they’d rained down on her. Still, she cast a terrified gaze upon them. “And, I’m…I’m sorry about how I behaved on the trip here… Just please don’t torture me anymore.”
Ulu laughed and looked over at his men. “What do you guys think?”
Thando spit in her eye. “I say we fuck this bitch with that thing till she passes out.”
His suggestion was met with a chorus of laughter. A petrified Ariana began to plead. “No… Please. You… you can fuck me some more. I’ll suck all your cocks…just please, please don’t do that.”
Ulu ignored her. He walked around behind her and stuffed the cattle prod into her pussy. Slowly, he slid the metal cylinder all the way in, till only the little button at the bottom was visible. He gave her ass a wicked slap and she cried out in pain. “What are you?” he asked, in a commanding voice as he jostled the cattle prod inside her.
“What?” she asked, in alarm.
“I said what are you? Don’t make me ask again.”
“I…I’m a slave…I belong to the master.” She responded, her voice catching as terror consumed her.
“Right. And what does he want you to be.”
Ariana sobbed, her lips trembling. “A…a kitty cat?”
“Good,” Ulu said, grabbing a handful of ass cheek. “From now on, you’re going to be the best-behaved cat in this whole world. You’ll follow his rules, you’ll fuck or purr or whatever the fuck he tells you to do, or next time…” he lowered his voice menacingly as he again jostled the cattle prod, “I will fuck you with this thing while it’s turned on. Understand?”
Her immediate instinct was to respond with a resounding yes. Her lips opened to enthusiastically convey that she would do whatever her master asked and be the best kitty she could be. But she caught herself before she spoke. “…Meow…” she said softly her voice hitching with humiliated emotion.
Ulu tossed his head back and laughed out loud, his men following suit. He yanked the cattle prod from her twat and said, “you’re fucking pathetic.” Then, with one last slap to her ass, snatched up his uniform and began to get dressed.
Ukuza and Taji followed suit. But Thando just continued to stand over her. Ari blinked, looking up at him in surprise having thought this ordeal was finally over. But the big guard took his prick in hand, pointed it at her face and released his bladder. A hot tide of putrid, foul-smelling urine sprayed across her lips, eyes, and nose as he blasted away the jizz on her face with his piss.
When he was done, her face was literally dripping in urine. To further humiliate her, he slapped his dick against her forehead three times and delivered another vicious slap to her face, breaking her lip in a second place. He leaned in close to her ear and hissed, “I really hope you screw up and end up back in here…” Then, he stood, towering over her and gazed down at her while she knelt there trembling in fear. For several moments, he just stood there watching her, angry and intimidating while the others dressed. When they were done, he finally stepped away, put his clothes on and followed them out, leaving her there suspended and covered in piss and cum.
***
Day 38 (10 p.m.)
Emma left Dove Cameron’s room about the time her master was going back to the punishment room to finish up with Ariana Grande. Part of her wanted to be there, to try to temper what was sure to be a particularly violent and cruel initiation. After everything the diva had done in transit to the harem, she doubted neither the master nor his men would be in particularly forgiving moods. Because of that, she chose to put in time with the other newcomer, feeling like there she could make a difference.
It was true she felt that the punishments were necessary and had even grown to enjoy her part in them. In this instance, however, they felt more like revenge than a lesson in discipline and that made her stomach turn. Luckily, Alex hadn’t raised too many questions when she told him she’d rather spend the rest of the day with Dove than with helping him break in Ariana. She’d shown the cute blonde around the compound. Told her everything that was expected of her and the rules about advancement and maintaining her appearance, then they spent the rest of the day talking in her room, as she helped the teen settle in.
The teenaged former Disney star had been pretty shaken up, despite her admirable performance in Ariana’s initiation. She’d cried and wanted assurances about how and when the master would punish them or use them for sex. She’d needed a shoulder to cry on and Emma had chosen to be there for her, hoping that she could gain the young girl’s trust. In the end, she’d fallen asleep in her arms and Emma napped with her so that she could let her out to use the restroom before the 10 p.m. curfew.
Earlier, when Emma was showing her around, they’d gone into the restroom. Emma felt it was important that Dove see the Bella-toilet firsthand while she was there to explain how and why it had come to pass. It was her hope that the blonde wouldn’t freak out too much and would understand the need for its existence and its necessity.
“Bella Thorne is down there,” the teen said, disbelievingly, opening the door to the potty.
There was a faint sob from down below that answered her question, but Emma still said, “I’m afraid so.”
“And…she raped someone…with a plastic cock?” She inquired, unable to hide the shock and surprise from her voice.
“Yes,” Emma said, simply.
“So, everyone here has been using her face…for a toilet?”
“To discourage her or anyone else from committing acts of violence against one another, yes.”
The teen didn’t say anything else about the matter, seeming to accept it. She even used the toilet later that day, much to the crying and sobbing of its occupant.
When Dove awoke from her nap after she and Emma had fallen asleep in her cell, it was just before 10 p.m. so Emma wasn’t needed to open the cell door for her. Level 1’s had access to their doors for a few minutes before 10 p.m. and a few minutes after 10 a.m. But otherwise they were expected to be out in the main dorm during the day as they attended weigh in, did chores, exercised, and worked on fitting in. Emma saw her to her room to make sure she got back before the door locked, gave her one last hug and a promise to talk more with her tomorrow, then headed back to her suite in the VIP area.
The main dorm was dark with no sounds of activity as she passed through it. Only level 3’s and above had access to the main dorm after curfew and level 4’s had access to the VIP lounge, so she wasn’t surprised to find the main dorm empty. Currently, there was only one level 3 and Chloe was likely anxiously awaiting her arrival back in her suite. Emma passed through it quickly and made her wait into the lounge. Here, she found Margot sitting on one of the plush leather couches, curled up with a book.
The blonde Aussie looked up as she entered, closed the book, and stood. She gave her a playful smile and said, “Chloe passed through here a few hours back. She was carrying all her stuff and practically skipped to your room.” Margot raised an eyebrow in question. “I was surprised to see her in here, even more so when she was able to enter your room. Something I should know about?” She pursed her lips mischievously as if she suspected Emma was up to some afterhours shenanigans.
Emma laughed and leaned against the couch offering the Aussie a brilliant smile. “Well,” she laughed, “I’m sure she’s waiting expectantly on me. What can I say, she adores me.” There was an awkward pause in the conversation as both remembered how close the two of them used to be. Emma broke it before it grew too long. “The master asked if it was ok if she moved in with me for a bit as there weren’t enough rooms for everyone in the cells.”
“Oh…I see. That makes sense, I suppose.” Margot looked to the floor. It was clear that old memories of the two of them and their subsequent break up over Chloe becoming Toy was bothering her.
Emma took a tentative step closer to her former lover. She reached out and gently squeezed her arm, causing Margot to look up and their eyes to meet. The blonde swallowed nervously, excitedly. Emma could see the loneliness on her face. “Does it still bother you? The collar, I mean.”
“Yes…and no.”
“Would it help if I told you she asked the master to give it back to her? That she wears it because it helps her feel safe down here.”
“What do you mean?”
“You remember how she was after the punishment room. After the master left on his trip. She was obsessed with power…with causing torment. It was going to get her in trouble. It was going to get her hurt.” A flash of pain crossed Margot’s face as she remembered the bitter fight they’d had when Emma offered her this very explanation the first time. “Look,” Emma said, her voice soft and gentle, “I don’t want to fight. I’ll just say this. Being a Sub helps Chloe deal. She doesn’t have to think about everything going on down here. She doesn’t have to worry or make choices. You might be strong enough to take on all the burdens of this place, all the feelings and problems of everyone else, but she isn’t.” She gave Margot’s arm another soft squeeze and their gazes again met. “If that collar and being subservient to myself or the master keeps her from the pain, pain that you and I push away, then, I say that’s a good thing.”
Margot nodded, tears in her eyes. “I can see that. But using it to fuck her… that is wrong.”
Emma felt like her former lover had slugged her in the gut. She recoiled in anguish, taking a step away from her. “Is that what you think about me?”
“Tell me I’m wrong,” she whispered, as the tears fell to her cheeks. “You made Chloe a sub so you could fuck her.”
Clinching her fist, Emma steeled herself against Margot’s stinging accusation and said, “I don’t do anything to her that she doesn’t want done. I can promise you that.” With that, she brushed past her, taking quick steps toward her door.
Before she could enter though, Margot said, “I honestly don’t care anymore. If you want to rape Chloe, if that’s what gets you through the day…I just can’t bring myself to give a shit. But, you gave me your word about Cara. And if you betray my trust on that…so help me—”
“What!” Emma shouted, spinning to confront the threat. “What are you going to do?” she asked, with a mocking, bitter laugh. “File a nice, polite complaint with the master, perhaps?” Margot took a step back away from the fury on her former lover’s face. “You’re a real bitch, you know that!? All I was trying to do was help you.” Emma’s chest heaved and her face was flush with anger as she glared daggers at her former lover.
“Help?” Margot said incredulously, as she stood tall and folded her arms over her chest. “Is that what you call trying to drive a wedge between me and her?” It was Margot’s turn to shout. All the vulnerability and gentleness she usually displayed was gone from her voice as she confronted Emma. “You’re trying to claim her for your own. Admit it! You’re just as bad as the master, a kid in need of a toy.”
“Fuck you!” Emma shouted, to quiet Margot down so she could get a word in edgewise. “What do you think would have happened had you gone to Cara after what happened last night? Huh?” Emma shifted her voice to a mocking Australian accent. “Oh Cara, I’m so sorry about what happened yesterday. It’ll never happen again. Everything will be alright. I’ll take care of you.”
The truth of Emma’s words hit Margot like a truck. She cowered away from the now screaming harem mistress. She sat back down on the couch, her legs unable to support her and turned her eyes to the floor.
Emma, however, wasn’t done. Her voice shifted back to normal and she said, “That’s a load of bullshit and you know it. An empty promise meant to placate and coddle her. She needs the truth! They all do. Why do you think I’m so hard on everyone? This is a hard place. There’s no room for being soft.”
Margot was now sobbing softly. She raised a hand to her face and was crying into it. But, Emma went on unabated. “You think you can shield these girls, protect them by being nice. Well, you’re wrong. All you do is hurt them. You give them false hope and, worst of all, you’re not preparing them for the pain and terror that is the only thing this place has to offer.” She took a few steps back over to where Margot sat weeping on the couch, lifted her chin and gazed mercilessly into her tear-filled green eyes. She spoke in a low, menacing voice, “the truth is, you can’t protect them. You can’t shield them. There is only pain and the only way to survive it is with skin so thick you can no longer feel anything.” She released her chin and started to walk away. “That’s a lesson I hoped you’d learn in the punishment room.”
When she reached the door to her room, Emma placed her thumb to the fingerprint scanner and looked back over to Margot. “And, by the way. If I wanted to steal Cara away from you, I could have her with a snap of my fingers. You,” she added, just to smear salt in the wound, “will never have her. She thinks of you like a big sister.” She opened the door muttering, “and who wants to fuck their sister…” leaving Margot to weep and sob all alone.
The door closed behind her, and with a soft sigh and a sob, Emma leaned back against it. Instantly, she regretted her words. Not that she’d said them, Margot needed to hear it. But regretted how she’d said them. Part of her still loved the blonde Aussie and wanted to protect her from the pain. But she’d be a hypocrite if she left those words unsaid. Furthermore, her former lover would go on believing in something that was likely never to happen and the anguish of learning the truth would only be greater because of it.
Emma blinked away the tears in her eyes and looked around her dimly lit room as she searched for a certain nubile teen nympho, who was no doubt waiting for her. “Clo?” she called out softly, as she pulled the six-inch heels from her feet and sat them down on the table by the entryway. “You in here?” That was when she saw her, bound, immobile and kneeling on the floor.
Immediately, Emma could hear the distinctive sound of muffled moaning and the soft buzz of a vibrator. She drew nearer, moving around the table, deeper into her room. She took a deep breath, being a little surprised at what she saw there.
It was Chloe, completely nude, on her knees, in the center of the floor. Bindings on her ankles were forcing them about a meter apart, while shackles pulled her arms under her body and secured one wrist to each ankle, effectively planting her face in the floor while simultaneously lifting her perfect, tiny ass into the air. A bright, red ball gag had been shoved in her mouth and a small puddle of drool had formed near her lips after hours of being in this position. Emma drew near and Chloe whimpered a sob of relief. The teen also had a dark red blindfold covering her eyes and a vibrator stuffed in her cooch. It had obviously been buzzing for quite some time as her twat and legs were positively dripping in pussy juice. The final touch was a big red bow on her head along with a note that said, “Happy Birthday, from Chloe and Alex.”
Emma knelt by the sobbing, groaning, writhing teen and gently stroked her hair. She laughed softly when she saw the note. The master must have snuck in here between sessions in the punishment room and trussed their little Toy up like a Thanksgiving turkey. She wondered how many hours the teen had been in the position as she trailed her fingers through her hair. “Aww, are you my birthday present?” she whispered.
“MMhhhmmmh,” Chloe mumbled and nodded her head as much as the position she was in would allow.
Starting from her neck, Emma’s fingers slid delicately down the teen’s supple back and over the curves of her ass. She barely, almost imperceptibly, touched her swollen, blood engorged cunt lips, causing her to whimper like a wounded animal. “And have you had an orgasm the whole time you’ve been here?”
“MMhhhmmmh,” she moaned, shaking her head.
The vibrator had been set on its lowest setting, and without a thrusting motion, it was conceivable that the low vibration would cause Chloe to sit on edge this whole time. Although certainly not as effective as the edging device Taylor was experiencing, Emma could only imagine the agony of a softly buzzing vibrator working away inside her for hours on end. She gently pushed on the toy, shoving it barely a quarter of an inch deeper. Chloe whimpered and moaned as she lifted her ass to get as much pleasure out of the movement as possible. “Would you like to cum, my little sex slave?”
“MMhhhmmmh,” she again moaned, nodding her head up and down against the floor.
Emma laughed softy as she hopped up. “Maybe when I get back. I could use a shower first.” She left then, heading toward her bathroom as the sexy, blonde teen continued to sob and moan. Emma took a long hot shower, her thoughts consumed by the submissive, little toy waiting for her return. Taking her time, she washed her hair, soaped up, fondled her tits, and gently rubbed her clit as the warm, natural spring water cascaded down her body. By the time the shower was done, forty-five minutes had gone by, and she’d worked herself up to being very hot and bothered and ready for an orgasm of her own.
She strolled back into the main room, nude, with moisture beading from her body and drying her hair with a towel. Chloe was right where she’d left her, bound and moaning, as the vibrator continued to buzz away inside her. Emma dropped the towel on the couch as she approached and crouched by her slave. She gently kissed her thigh, stroked her hair, and said, “want me to take out the gag?”
“MMhhhmmmh,” Chloe pleaded.
“Oh, you poor thing,” Emma said softly, as she reached beneath her golden locks to undo the strap holding it in place. She then carefully removed the gag. Chloe took a gasp of breath and worked her jaw opened and closed. But, before she could speak, Emma said, “pineapple.” Chloe became Toy, her eyes rolling up into her head as she had a mini orgasm from the game being initiated alone. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re now a mindless nympho slut who will do anything I ask?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Good,” Emma said, as she maneuvered in behind Toy. She sat down between her legs, lowering her ass down onto her hands and stretching her legs out around her body so that her feet were near Toy’s head. She scooted in close so her breasts touched the back of the blonde’s thighs, pressed her nose barely against the teen’s snatch, and inhaled her heady scent. “You’ve been here a long time, my little slut.” Toy, despite her training, moaned softly in response to the teasing and the anticipation.
Emma took a long, firm lick. She started at the bottom of the teen’s pussy, near her clit, and rolled her tongue all the way up over her blood engorged pussy lips, through her taint, and flicking it ever so slightly over the girl’s perky, tender rosebud. Her tongue pressed the vibrator deeper inside as it passed over it, and the entire sensation sent Toy to shudder in near orgasm. Emma breathed out a hot breath of air onto Toy’s sex and whispered, “before we get going, you’re going to answer a few questions, and I expect you to tell me the truth.”
“Anything, Mistress,” Toy gasped.
“Whose idea was this…present?”
“It was Chloe’s idea, Mistress.”
“And,” Emma asked, as she tweaked the vibrator back and forth in a half circle, causing Toy to whimper and breathe deep. “Was this position her idea as well?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Emma softly kissed each side of Toy’s throbbing twat. The teen slave took a sharp breath each time her mistress’s lips touched hers. Emma smiled as her slave became putty in her heads. “Why did Chloe set this up, slut?”
Toy whimpered, biting her lips and shivering all over. “Chloe missed you, mistress. She hoped you’d use the opportunity to fuck her. She’s been fantasizing about you for weeks now, ever since the last time you had sex. It’s all she thinks about.”
“Hmmmm,” Emma mused, as she considered that answer. “Is that why the master didn’t put her into Toy mode before he left her here?”
“Yes, mistress, and no. The master didn’t put her into Toy mode because she asked him not to. She wanted to be herself when you arrived. She wanted you to fuck her, not me. She’s in love with you, mistress.”
“And what about you, Toy? How do you feel about me?”
“Me, mistress? I have no feelings. I’m nothing more than your willing sex doll.”
“Toy?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Apple.” Chloe shuddered again as she reverted from a mindless sex slave back to herself. But, Emma didn’t give her the opportunity for anything else. As soon as the code word left her lips, she plunged her tongue against the teen’s swollen clit, lapping at it and sucking it into her mouth.
Chloe gasped and moaned as Emma’s tongue pressed firmly against her little pink nub. She licked her lips as her breathing increased, causing her chest to rapidly rise and fall. “Thank you, Mistress,” she groaned, as the Brit’s deft tongue coursed across her cunt and pressed against the soft, tender flesh of her taint.
Emma pressed her lips against Chloe’s taint, sucking the quivering flesh into her mouth. This sent her slave into a tizzy of moans, gasps and trembling. While she sucked on her taint, Emma ran her tongue from her mouth running it over the sensitive piece of skin as she teased both the blonde’s twat and her butthole. “Would my slave like me to eat her little asshole out?” Emma said teasingly, as she again flicked her tongue gently over the rigid flesh of Chloe’s sphincter.
“Yes, Mistress. I’d love that,” the blonde replied, through gasps for breath.
Emma nuzzled her nose against Chloe’s shithole, lapping at her taint as she did. Her hands slid down the teen’s firm thighs and down her supple back as her tongue continued to work. She pressed her chest close to Chloe’s thighs as she reached forward to grab two handfuls of her sexy blonde hair. When she had them in her grasp, she simultaneously pulled back on her hair and drove her tongue into the blonde’s dirty asshole, plunging it as deep into it as she could go.
Chloe moaned loudly and orgasmed on Emma’s face. But the Brit wasn’t done pleasuring her slave. She wound the teen’s hair around one hand while the other reached up and touched the vibrator. She turned it up to its maximum setting and continued driving her tongue in and out of Chloe’s ass. Within moments, Emma was lapping ardently at the blonde’s shithole, working her tongue in and out as she pulled the teen back onto her face with one hand, while the other twisted and nudged the vibrator deeper and deeper into her twat.
After that, Chloe was again nothing more than a slave, this time, though, she was a slave to sensation. She bucked as much at the restraints holding her would allow and moaned and gasped in ecstasy each time Emma’s tongue plunged deep into her rectum or as the Brit forced the vibrator just a little further into her cunt. She came again almost instantly. But Emma wasn’t done with her and continued her oral assault on the teen’s quivering rosebud. Her tongue plunged in and out of the dirty, taboo hole as she worked the vibrator against the teen’s g-spot.
“Cum for me again, slut. I want you to spray your hot sticky cunt juice all over me,” Emma commanded, temporarily withdrawing her tongue from the teen’s now gaping asshole.
Chloe shivered. She was being held practically immobile from the bonds on her wrists and ankles and from her mistress’s grip on her hair, but that didn’t stop her from shuddering all over. “Yes, Mistress,” she gasped, though heaving breaths.
Emma pulled back on the blonde’s hair, again driving her tongue as far into Chloe’s shithole as she could get it, wiggling it around on her insides, as she twisted and pulled the vibrator still lodged in the teen’s cunt. She worked her lips and tongue on the teen’s ass and let the buzzing plastic do the rest. It didn’t take long before Chloe lost all control of her body. She was tense and shivering, moaning and gasping for breath as her mistress drove her steadily towards the most powerful orgasm of her young life.
“My God,” the teen moaned, “please, Mistress, right there. Don’t stop.”
Right at the precipice of orgasm, as her slave begged Emma removed her tongue, drawing Chloe back from orgasm. She took a soft, teasing lap at the quivering flesh of her rectum, causing the blonde to whimper pathetically. Then, Emma yanked the vibrator out of Chloe’s cunt and drove it into her ass, while, at the same time, wrapping her lips firmly around the teen’s clit, sucking down hard upon it and running her tongue over it.
Chloe, in one last, loud, gasping breath, moaned in pure ecstasy. Her body quivered all over from the simultaneous sensation and literally exploded into Emma’s mouth. Hot sticky girl cum sprayed from her cunt as her mistress drove the vibrator deep into her bowels and continued the furious assault on her clit.
Emma continued to pleasure the quivering mass of flesh that was Chloe Moretz until the teen was practically unconscious from the multiple orgasms she’d just experienced. When at last she came down from the high of four back to back climaxes, Emma gently, tenderly kissed the teen’s taint and asked: “How was that, my little slut?”
“Amazing, Mistress,” Chloe breathed softly.
Emma laughed, gave the teen’s ass an affectionate slap, and rolled away from her. She undid the bindings on her wrists and ankles and pulled the teen into her lap. Chloe looked up at her with soft, submissive, sexy, green, doe eyes, her lips quivering with emotion. Emma didn’t need the earlier admission to tell the teen was utterly smitten with her. She tenderly stroked her cheek, smiling down at her. Then, leaned in and the two shared a deep, loving kiss. Their tongues danced in each other’s mouths, each sucking euphorically on the other as they probed back and forth. When the kiss broke, saliva trailed between their lips and both girls were breathless.
“I love you, Mistress,” Chloe whispered, looking away from her in embarrassment.
“I know.” Emma smiled down at her. “You don’t need to be so ashamed, Clo. I feel the same way.”
“You do?” Chloe responded, looking back up at Emma in surprise.
“Of course,” she said, again stroking the teen’s cheek and smiling at her. There were tears of joy in her eyes as Emma continued. “But there are a few things you have to understand. A few rules we’re going to need to function. Understand?”
The blonde nodded, she looked uncertain, but there was a brave light in her eyes. “Yes, Mistress.”
“First off, you’re not the only person I’m going to be with or even care for. And, if you’re going to have a problem with that, we’re going to quickly have to redefine the parameters of our relationship.”
“Of course, Mistress.” Chloe curled closer to Emma, resting her head against her chest and wrapping her arms around her. “But…can I make one request in that regard?”
Emma leaned her head against the top of Chloe’s, holding her close. “Sure. What is it?”
“I…I just don’t want anyone else being your little slut. I, I love being your Toy, and I want to be unique that way.”
Laughing softly, Emma stroked Chloe’s arm and shoulder. “Of course. You’ll always be my slut.” She kissed the top of her head, adding: “I would never replace you as my little sex slave.” Chloe cooed in appreciation and Emma continued. “But, I might have intimate relationships with some of the other ladies down here, I might even bring them back to my room or even someday express strong affection, even love for them. If we’re going to move forward with you living here, you’ll need to understand and be ok with that.”
“Ok, Mistress. I think I can do that.” She shifted nervously in Emma’s lap. “Would I…would you want me to be a part of these encounters, Mistress?”
“Hmmm, I hadn’t really considered it. I was more worried about how these relationships would affect ours.” She absentmindedly rubbed Chloe’s back for a moment as she thought about it. Eventually saying, “I suppose it would depend on the other party and whether or not they wanted you to be involved.”
“Ok,” Chloe said simply.
“Good. Now, the first rule would be, if I bring a guest here you’ll be expected to remain quiet and out of sight unless we invite you to be more. That also means if we get intimate or make expression of feelings that there won’t be any outburst of emotion. I don’t know if you’re prone to jealousy. But if you’re going to live here. If you want to be with me. Be my kinky little slut doll, there is no place for that emotion. Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress. I understand.”
“Next, I know you like being Toy sometimes. But I think she is just a part of you, a coping mechanism for dealing with this place. I want to work on you being you, and just incorporating Toy into who you are. We can play kinky games, and you can be my submissive fuck slut, we can even use control words to make you feel safe. But I want to do those things with you, not some mindless, emotionless doll, ok?”
“Can, can I keep my collar?” Chloe asked, as she affectionately touched the thick leather band on her neck.
“Of course,” Emma laughed. “Where else would I attach your leash?”
“What about the master? What if he wants to play with Toy?”
“I’ll talk to him, see if I can get him to play along. I’m sure he’ll be open to the idea.”
“Ok. Is that everything, Mistress? Or were there more rules?”
“Not really. Just, I guess you saw that big pillow by the bed. You should be aware that if I have guests over, you’ll have to sleep there.”
“Mistress,” Chloe said, looking up into Emma’s eyes.
“Yes.”
“I love you. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”
Emma smiled again as she gazed into Chloe’s submissive, green eyes. She whispered, “I love you too.” Then leaned down and shared another deep, intimate kiss with her live-in-slut-slave. It was passionate and wet as their tongues intermingled. When it broke, Emma gently kissed her lover’s forehead. “Now, how about we have a shower? You can return the favor… I’m feeling all hot and bothered.”
Chloe laughed, shyly looking down to the floor and biting her lip coyly. “I’d love to, Mistress.”
They disentangled themselves, stood up, and went to Emma’s restroom hand in hand.
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