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Billion Dollar Harem	By : Mal Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 340408 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it did NOT happen. I do NOT know, nor have I ever met any of the celebrities who are portrayed in this story. I don't condone any actions contained here in, and I make no money from its distribution.

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Disclaimer:
The following is a work of fiction. It is not, in any way, intended to reflect reality. It is purely a fantasy originating in the deepest recesses of my mind. While real people do appear in this work, I, the writer of this work, in no way wish to see these individuals actually put in any situation contained therein. Furthermore, I do not, in any way, shape, or form, condone rape, kidnapping, violence, or any of the other questionable acts that appear herein. This work is not intended to endorse or condone anyone who would perform such vile acts. Anyone who would do any such a thing to a real-life person deserves punishments reserved only for those in the deepest circle of hell. In addition, I do not know, nor have I ever met Emma Watson, Margot Robbie, Taylor Swift, Bella Thorne, Chloe Moretz, Felicity Jones, Cara Delevingne, Dove Cameron or Ariana Grande. The versions of them that appear in this story are fictional and purely based on their celebrity persona. I apologize if that offends you. My intention is only to entertain. Finally, I make no money from the distribution of this work.

Author Note: Hello readers, please visit the Billion Dollar Harem thread on this sites forum. You can do so by following this URL: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/64346-billion-dollar-harem/ Thanks, I look forward to hearing from you, Mal.

Story Codes: 3+ MF FF Oral Anal Humili orgasm denial

Day 39 (5 a.m.)
The day after Ariana’s harsh initiation began early. Alex instructed his men to bring down some supplies that he would need to finish up his future kitty cat’s training. Ulu and the other guards brought everything down and placed it just inside the punishment room door, careful not to disturb the diva who was still suspended by the ropes on her wrists. After they left, they took a side trek into the restroom to visit Bella Thorne where they again took turns pissing on her face and gleefully rocking the port-a-potty as they each viciously fucked one of her holes. When they left, she was a sobbing, filthy mess.
Alex was up and moving by the time his men were finishing up with Bella. He passed them in the hallway as they were returning to the surface. Each man gave him a grin and a nod of respect as they went by. They were obviously happy with how much action they had seen in recent days. Between Bella’s punishment and Ariana’s initiation they’d had more than enough fun to make up for any problems they endured bringing the newest girls into the harem.
He passed by them and went into the punishment room where his kitty cat waited. Ariana knelt on a dirty, stained mattress in the center of the room, her arms pulled behind her and tied to the ceiling with rope. A second rope was attached to a collar around her neck and pulled her head in the opposite direction. The tension between them held her almost completely immobile. Her head hung limp in exhaustion and defeat and her face was covered in dried piss and cum.
Alex could hear her breathing softly. She had clearly, despite the uncomfortable position, fallen into a fitful sleep. He picked up the nearby water hose and walked around in front of her. When he was in position, he opened it up, waking her by spraying ice-cold water right in her face. She let out a startled scream before realizing where she was and what had happened. She then began to weep.
When she was thoroughly clean, Alex turned off the water and moved to crouch before the sputtering, shivering, dripping diva. “I’ve been told,” he said, cruelly taking her chin in a tight grip, “that you’re ready to be the very best kitty you can be. Is that true?”
Fear and tears welled in her big brown eyes. She blinked them open, then closed, submissively answering his question. “Meow,” she called out softly.
“Good,” Alex said more gently, releasing his hold on her and stepping back. “I’m going to untie you now, but I suggest you behave.”
A second, obedient “meow,” followed as Ari cast a shy, fearful gaze to the floor.
Alex untied her and let her rest on the wet mattress, as she was unable to move on her own after spending the past five hours suspended from the ceiling. “Rest,” he told her. “I’m going to go over your new rules.” Ari didn’t say anything, only collapsed onto the bed and rubbed at her arms and shoulders while her new master went on.
“During your trip here, you were informed of the rules the rest of the harem lives by. How to advance, how to dress, and how to address me. As well as the rules around hygiene, exercise, and curfew, yes?”
With a nod and a “meow,” she answered him.
“For this next bit, you may speak. I want to make sure you understand everything we’re about to cover.”
“Yes, Master,” Ariana said submissively, keeping her eyes down as she continued to rub at her shoulders.
“I want you to be the harem’s kitty cat. My kitty cat. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. Now, in order to fill that role, you’ll have different rules than everyone else. Rules that I plan to reinforce with you, here, over the next two days. Once I feel confident you can follow them, I’ll let you out of here and allow you to join the rest of the harem. You should know that breaking the rules I’m about to give you, not following through on your training, or failing to comply with any of my desires will result in punishment. I will bring the guards back down here and this time they won’t show you any restraint. Do you understand?”
This time, Alex saw Ariana shiver, not from the cold, but in terror. “Yes, Master,” she answered quietly.
“Good. First thing, from now on, you’re a cat. As such, you won’t have a curfew like the others. I expect you to be a cat from the time the day begins for the rest of the girls at 10 till the time it ends. Thus, your day will begin at 5:30 every morning. From 5:30 till 8, you will exercise and perform your daily hygiene needs, just like everyone else. Only, you’ll do so while the harem sleeps. Then, from 8 to 9, I expect you to be in your room donning your kitty attire and putting on your make up. Getting yourself ready to spend the day as the harem’s cat.”
“You’ll be expected to wear an outfit befitting a cat. It will be similar to what you’ve worn so far, during initiation, but with a few changes.” Alex took a small bag from the pile of stuff the guards brought down earlier this morning. He tossed it over to her. “Put this on. Let’s see how you look.”
Ariana caught the bag and slowly stood up, clutching it in trembling hands. She stood there, naked, shivering in fear as tears welled in her eyes, watching as her new master crossed his arms and waited for her to debase herself by dressing as a cat for his amusement. With little choice and a soft sob, she opened it and removed the articles contained inside.
The first was a tall pair of thigh-high black leather high heeled boots with a six-inch heel and reinforced padding around the knees. Next was a pleated micro skirt, a bikini top and a fishnet, long sleeve shirt, all in black. For her head, a new pair of kitty ears with a better clip designed for staying in her hair even under the roughest conditions. To go along with the ears was a pair of soft, furry, padded gloves shaped like cat’s paws. They too were black, and the fur they were covered in was of the same design as her new cat’s ears. Finally, the last piece was a thin black leather collar with a ring for a leash, and the letters “ARI” spelled out in cute little gold lettering.
It was clear to Alex as he watched her dress that this was the most humiliating experience of Ariana Grande’s life. She sobbed softly, and fresh tears fell to her face. Her arms trembled, and her knees shook as she put on this degrading cat attire. The skirt was only about six inches long and without any panties, it left her pussy almost completely exposed. It was obviously designed to show off the cat’s tail that she was still wearing. She whimpered and sniffed loudly as she stood for her master’s inspection. Tears of shame ran down her cheeks as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Alex took a moment to admire her. She looked perfect. Her knees trembled, and she looked feeble, but the tall boots were tight and sexy. The bikini and fishnet top covered just enough flesh to be enticing. While the skirt was just low enough and she short enough, that you could barely see her pussy lips if you were at the right angle. Of course, once she was crawling around on hands and knees, it would be on clear display for anyone behind her. The only thing obscuring it at that point would be the tail dangling between her legs.
He walked a slow circle around her while she stood there, quivering in terror and humiliation. Then, once he was back in front of her, he said in a cold, commanding voice, “kneel.” Fresh tears dripped from her eyes, but she spoke not one word of objection. Ariana dropped to her knees, put her “paws” to the floor and held herself there doing her best not to cry and to appear as cat-like as possible. “Very nice,” he said, as he crouched next to her and gently ran his fingertips from the top of her head, down her spine, to the top of her ass. “Are you a good kitty?”
He could feel the cold, embarrassed tension in her body. But he smiled when she let out a soft, “meow,” and curled her body against his leg, letting it brush against him as she crawled past him.
Alex laughed as she crawled by him, grazing her body against his leg, very much like a cat would do. “You are a good kitty,” he said, as he reached out and again stroked her back. In response, she stretched her arms forward, arched her back and purred softly. He gently began to scratch behind her ears. “Are you hungry? Thirsty?”
“Meow,” was the only response as Ari cat continued to curl against his petting fingers.
It was clear that while she was still adjusting to this new role, she was also a natural. Alex retreated to the supplies his men had brought down and fetched up two plastic dishes, one for water, the other for food. He placed them nearby and filled the first with cool, clear water from a bottle taken out of the room’s supply cabinet. For food, he crumbled up two granola bars into four or five pieces each and dropped them into the second dish. “Now, when you’re in the main dorm, serving as the harem’s cat. I expect you to eat from these dishes. Remember, no hands. You’re to eat and drink using only your mouth. It will be one of my girl’s responsibilities to get your food and water each day.”
“Meow,” she cooed in response, crawling over to the dishes.
As she began to lap at the water, Alex went on. “Beginning at 9:30 every day, I expect you to be in place in the main dorm. That way, you are there when the ladies begin to file in for morning weigh in. I want the illusion of you being a cat to be as complete as possible. For that reason, you will also stay behind in the main dorm till 10:30 at night, a half hour after the ladies’ curfew.”
He knelt next to her and idly stroked her back as she lowered her head to the food dish and began to eat her granola from the plastic dish. “Now, obviously, that makes for a very long day. 5:30 to 10:30. And you can’t be expected to wear that butt plug all the time or exercise in this outfit. You’ll have to be Ariana some of the time. I’ll provide you a second set of clothes so, when you’re not on “duty,” you have something else to wear. However, I expect you to maintain the schedule I’ve just given you and do your very best to stay in character should you be encountered by any early-morning visitors to the main dorm. Not all the girls have a curfew. Other than that, from 9:30 in the morning to 10:30 at night, you will be a cat and expected to behave as such.”
She looked up at him as he finished speaking. Her big, brown eyes less fearful and more compliant. The food and water must have helped calm her down some. She purred softly and pressed the top of her head against his chest, letting out the cutest little “meow,” as she did.
Alex laughed, sitting back on the floor and allowing the Ari-cat to crawl into his lap. He stroked her back and sides as she curled into a little ball. “I take it that means you understand?”
Ari again answered in a quiet, yawning “meow,” and laid her head onto Alex’s knee, allowing her master to pet her as she drifted off to sleep.
Day 39 (10:30 a.m.)
Morning weigh in had gone smoothly, even without the presence of the harem master. The only issue was Margot, who still seemed a little upset about the way Emma had spoken to her last night. Aside from that, none of the other ladies had any problems that needed to be addressed, and Emma resolved to speak to the Aussie later today to try and mend fences. Chores were handed out, and all waited diligently in line to use the Bella-potty, much to its occupant’s dismay. Taylor had even gone through the entire process without anyone triggering her remote. However, that all ended when she entered the main dorm to get breakfast. There, the harem newcomer, Dove Cameron, triggered the first of today’s many near orgasms.
Emma watched feeling a weird semi-sadistic mix of pity and amusement as the diva nearly collapsed. She barely caught herself on a nearby couch as the vibrators rocketed her toward orgasm, only to deny her release. Chloe, who was standing near her mistress, laughed and the two of them, along with Dove, took their breakfasts into one of the empty TV nooks to eat and talk over a movie. Cara and Margot went off to exercise while Felicity, as usual, went back to her room to grab a nap, leaving Taylor to look around an empty main dorm as she recovered from her near orgasm.
“So, you two seem close,” Dove said, nodding to Chloe as the blonde teen laid her head in Emma’s lap when the two sat down on the couch. “But I can’t quite put my finger on how.”
“Yeah, I suppose we are.” Emma responded, smiling down at her nubile little slave girl. “Chloe’s become something like a pet to me. Isn’t that right?” she asked, in a cutesy voice as she stroked the blonde teen’s hair.
“Yes, mistress,” she responded shyly, as she curled into a little ball and clutched at Emma’s leg.
Dove arched an eyebrow as she took a seat on the nook’s reclining chair and folded her legs beneath her. “Did…you do that to her?” she asked, concern evident in her voice. The expression on her face adding that she hoped to avoid a similar fate.
“It’s a long story,” Emma said, as she continued to pet Chloe’s head. “Suffice it to say, at this point, being my pet helps her to deal with the pain and hardships of this place. It’s consensual. She enjoys it. Don’t you, my little Toy?”
“Yes, Mistress. I like being your pet.”
The expression on Dove’s face still showed confusion. As if she couldn’t comprehend why anyone would choose to live that way. “Why?”
“Think of it this way,” Emma said, as she used the remote to pull up one of her favorite movies. “Sooner or later, down here, you’ll be forced to make a choice. Give in, submit to our master’s whims, or fight and face pain and suffering.” She ran her fingers lovingly down Chloe’s back, causing the teen to emit a soft cooing sound. Emma looked down at her with a fond smile then back over to Dove. “Assuming you chose to submit, there are other problems to face, other choices to make. We all vie for the master’s affection. After all, it’s his love that keeps us safe from the guards. This attention sometimes causes jealousy and in fighting. We’re encouraged to seek out relationships with one another to temper this. But even those can be fraught with spite and resentment from someone else seeking their attention. Case in point is what just happened to Bella. Chloe’s choice was to remove choice. As my pet, she doesn’t have to make any decisions. She’s safe from all the problems and fighting of this place. That security comes at the cost of her free will. But she will never be hurt by any of this place’s problems ever again.” Emma glanced between Chloe, whose gaze was now fixed to the screen, then back to Dove. “I can’t say it’s a choice I’d make. But it is a way out, of sorts.”
Dove nodded thoughtfully. It was clear the gears in her head were spinning as she contemplated Chloe’s method of dealing with this place. She turned to the movie, leaning back in the chair as she considered the issue. But, in the back of her mind was another nagging question. An hour or so passed before she felt brave enough to broach the subject. “Can I ask you something, unrelated?”
“Sure,” Emma said, not taking her eyes from the screen.
“What do you think is happening with Ariana? Why do you think she hasn’t been released from that horrible room?”
“It’s hard to say.” Emma frowned, looking down at Chloe, who was now softly snoozing in her lap. “Worst case scenario, she continued to fight the master. In which case, he can be… unrelenting. Best case, he’s got something else in mind for her. What, though, is hard to say?”
Dove looked down at the floor, a sad sulky frown on her pouty lips. “You…you don’t think he’d hurt her… do you?”
“Hurt? Yes, unfortunately. Kill?” Emma added, knowing what the teen must be thinking. “Absolutely not.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Simple. He sees us as property. An investment of time and money. He didn’t go through the trouble of acquiring us just to destroy us.”
Tears filled Dove’s eyes. She looked over to Emma, lips trembling. “I’m scared.”
Emma cast her a sympathetic glance. She held up her arms to offer the teen a hug. “Oh, you poor thing. Come here.” Dove crawled out of her chair and into Emma’s lap, displacing Chloe’s head in the process. The sleeping teen slid over, resting her head against the arm on the couch, with a soft grumble as her mistresses wrapped Dove in her arms. The two held each other in silence for a long time, rocking back and forth as Dove wept and Emma doing her best to comfort her.
                                                                        ***
After weigh in, Margot and Cara decided to hit the exercise room. Cara was feeling better after her talk with Emma the day before, but still needed something to take her mind off that night in the bathroom. A close friend and a hard work out seemed just the thing. So, when Margot asked her if she could come along, she said, “of course. I could use the conversation to take my mind off things.”
Over the next couple hours, they hit the machines hard. Each pushing the other to go just a little further. They did pull-ups, crunches, and squats, followed by some yoga, then light weight training, and finished their work out with a punishing twenty minutes of cardio on stationary bikes. By the time they were done, both were sore and sweating, but feeling the euphoric high of endorphins that accompanies such a vigorous work out.
“I need to hit the shower,” Cara groaned, as she stretched out her shoulders. “I still have chores after this. I pulled fucking kitchen duty today…”
“Could be worse, you could be cleaning the Bella-potty with a tooth brush right now.” Cara laughed as Margot moved in behind her and rubbed her shoulders.
The blonde Brit sighed as her friend’s fingers dug into her sore spots. She leaned back against her, giving her free access to work her magic. “Damn Margot, that feels great…”
“Of course, what else are friends for?”
“Well I owe you one then. This has been fun. Just what I needed to occupy my mind.”
“Any time,” Margot said, as she worked her thumbs into the blonde’s shoulders. She gave Cara a thorough rub down, working her fingers all the way down the Brit’s slim, sexy back as she tried not to perv by checking out her friend’s body.
When she was done, Cara sat up off the bench and Margot plopped down next to her and took her hand. “Um…” the Aussie said nervously, “can I ask you something?”
Cara smiled over at her friend, thinking the question innocent. She gave her hand a squeeze and said, “of course.”
The Aussie bit her lip and looked to the floor. Her cheeks flushed with worry and embarrassment. A long moment passed where she composed her thoughts. Finally, just as Cara began to worry, she looked up. There were tears in her eyes. She lightly kissed the Brit’s fingers and smiled. “I don’t… quite know how to say this…”
“Margot,” Cara said, in alarm. “What’s wrong? You can talk to me. We’re friends. Down here—”
“I like you,” the Aussie said, in a rush. “That sounded foolish… childish… but—” the nervous energy got the best of her. There was only one thing left to do to properly express how she felt, so she went for broke and leaned in, kissing the Brit, her friend, right on the lips.
The kiss took Cara by surprise. Her eyes closed, and for a moment, she forgot everything. The entire world melted away and there was only the comforting sea of touch. It felt good, soft, wet, sweet. In that moment, it was so easy to forget everything that she’d been through these past weeks. She moaned softly, opening her mouth. That was when she felt Margot’s tongue gently press into her mouth. She brought her own tongue up to meet it and there was an electric spark as they touched. There, in the kiss, she hadn’t been kidnapped, imprisoned, or raped. There was just blissful sensation. She shivered, opening her mouth to further deepen the kiss, as the Aussie’s tongue surged into her mouth. She felt the other woman clutching her tight, drawing her closer. She wrapped her arms around Margot’s chest, forgetting who she was kissing, who she was holding, lost to the blissful feeling of the supple body and salty-sweet scent of the woman she was clinging to.
The moment was short lived, however. Cara remembered where she was, who she was and, more importantly, whose tongue it was in her mouth. She pulled away instantly. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she brought her hand up to cover her face. “I’m sorry, Margot. I never. I shouldn’t have—"
Margot’s face flashed surprise, shame, and humiliation as tears filled her eyes. “I’m so sorry—” she said, as she stood up and fled from the room.
“Wait…” but it was too late, she was gone.
                                                                        ***
Emma was holding Dove, trying to comfort her when the curtain to the TV nook they were in parted. Taylor Swift was there, peering in. She shifted nervously, uncomfortably. There was an urgent need in her eyes.
“Let me guess,” Emma said, looking up from Dove’s shoulder, “you need the toilet?”
“Yes, please…”
“Ok.” She gave Dove a squeeze. “I’ll be right back, ok?”
The blonde teen gave her a nod and a brave smile. “Sure.”
Emma nodded and disentangled herself from the two girls with whom she was sharing the couch. She stood up and motioned the singer to lead the way. They entered the restroom and Emma unlocked the chastity belt. “You’ve got ten minutes. Please don’t need more than that.”
Taylor gave her a thankful smile and hurried off toward the Bella-potty. Outside the door, she removed the device as well as the two vibrators. The sensation of being free of their influence, even for a moment, was a very welcome one. She sat everything down on the nearby bench and entered the toilet. The moment her ass touched plastic, a hot, heavy tide of piss burst from her bladder. It sprayed across Bella’s face and the teen cried out again in horror and disgust. When she was finished pissing, she said, “you deserve this, you know. What you did to Cara… to me… I can never forgive you.”
Bella let out a sad, pathetic wail of despair. “Is…is this really the time to discuss this…”
“It’s the only chance you’re going to get. I’m never speaking to you again.”
“Tay…” Bella’s voice caught in her throat. Taylor wasn’t sure if it was emotion or the stench of the vile prison in which she was currently confined. Either way, she had a very hard time finding sympathy with the teen.
“Don’t call me that,” she interrupted. “That nickname is only for my friends… I hate you. You ruined everything.”
“Don’t give me that shit. You’re a big girl, you knew what you were doing. If anything, this is your fault, not mine.” Bella’s voice was now filled with anger. “If you’re looking for someone to blame for Cara, there’s a row of mirrors in here somewhere…”
“Fuck you,” the diva fired back, the heat of rage now filling her own voice. “I loved you…”
“You’ve got a funny way of showing it. Fucking another woman behind my back.”
“I… I never meant for things to go that far with Cara. She came onto me and…things just went from there.”
“Is that supposed to be some kind of apology?” The redhead’s voice was dripping with sarcasm. “If so, you should try again, and this time maybe include the words ‘I am’ and ‘sorry.’”
Taylor couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her voice became angry, heated. “You think I should be apologizing…”
“It’d be a good start.”
“You. You raped my friend, maliciously, brutally, and without remorse,” she replied in anger, slamming her hand against the side of the potty. “You forget, I was there. I saw that look in your eyes.” She stood up, rage filling her body. “You enjoyed what you were doing… you’re an evil cunt and I hope you drown in this shit.” With that, she stormed out, slamming the door behind her. She picked up her own torture device on the way out, meeting Emma in the sink area outside where the toilets were.
Taylor handed the harem mistress the chastity belt and the two vibrators with tears in her eyes. “Come on, let’s just get this over with.” They reinserted the toys and locked the belt back in place.
Emma gave the diva a sorrowful frown as she locked the belt back in place. “I do think you deserve to be punished for your part in what happened to Cara. But I will say that I almost feel sorry for you.”
Taylor looked into Emma’s eyes. The rage from her conversation with her former lover still coursed through her veins. “I don’t need your fucking pity.” She then crossed her arms and waited for her to leave.
Emma shrugged and with nothing else to say on the matter, turned and left the rest room. When she was gone, Taylor burst into tears. She collapsed to the floor sobbing. She lay there for several minutes, her face resting against the cool tiles as she tried to regain composure. Eventually, she stood up and washed her face. Right about then, a signal from the remote sent the vibrators to buzzing. She gripped the sink tightly, groaning as the toys sent her right to the edge of orgasm. It was ecstasy and agony at the same time. “Fuck…” she sighed, as the pain finally subsided.
She took another moment to gather herself and then left the restroom to finish her chores. As she stepped out, Margot burst from the doors of the exercise room, tears rolling down her face, and fled down the hall towards the main dorm room. There, sitting on one of the benches inside was Cara, looking embarrassed and confused. “Wait…” she said, but Margot was gone.
Taylor poked her head in as the Aussie fled into the main dorm. She leaned up against the doorway, watching her other former lover. The Brit stood to go after Margot when she saw Taylor standing there. She folded her arms over her stomach, uncomfortable under the gaze of the woman who’d been forced to watch her rape. “Look,” the diva said softly, “I know this is weird, but you think we could talk?”
Cara picked up a towel, tossing it over her shoulder. She took a few steps toward the door, putting her within arm’s reach of Taylor. “What do we have to talk about?” She said, brushing past her out of the room and into the restroom.
Taylor followed fast on her heels. “I’m sorry… I… How was I supposed to know what was going to happen?”
Cara turned to face her, calm, but with a smoldering fury in her eyes. “I’m not mad that you chose to have two lovers. I don’t care about that kind of stuff. I’m a free-spirit too. What I’m angry about, and why we’re done, is the fact that you didn’t tell your other lover about us. And that choice got me raped…” She turned those hard, blue eyes onto Taylor’s. “Now, get the fuck out of here, I need to take a shower. I’ve got my own shit to think about.”
Taylor’s lips trembled. She couldn’t believe everything she’d lost in just two days’ time. Everything, because she didn’t do what the master had told her to do, couldn’t make one simple choice. She gave Cara a nod to say she’d do as she was asked, and tears filled her eyes as she turned to leave. Just then, again, from somewhere far off, a signal from the remote activated the vibrators. Cara walked away as she was forced to lean against the restroom wall for support as they sent her rocketing towards a near orgasm.
A moment later and it was over. Taylor collapsed to the ground, breathing deep as she tried to recover from both the physical and mental pain of the past minutes. But, the pain was far from over. Just one second after the first near orgasm passed, the vibrators sent her spiraling toward a second. Then a third. A fourth, a fifth… nearly twenty minutes passed as she was sent to the edge again and again and again. By the time it was over, she was little more than a blubbering mess curled up in a ball on the rest room floor, sobbing nearly uncontrollably. Vaguely, she was aware of Cara stepping over her prone form on her way out of the restroom.
                                                                        ***
Cara left the restroom, stepping over Taylor as she did. She didn’t have too much pity for the former diva. Everything that had happened to her had been of her own doing and all could have been avoided had she just told Bella about their relationship. That’s not to say she was naïve enough to think everything would have been sunshine and rainbows, but it might have kept her from being raped, and honestly that was all she cared about at the moment.
She entered the main dorm with a towel wrapped around her slender body, went into her room to put on fresh clothes, brush out her hair, and put on fresh make up, before heading back out. There were things she needed to do, and, at the top of that list, was talking to the harem mistress. She found her in one of the TV nooks. Poking her head into the curtain, she saw Emma, with Chloe’s head resting in her lap and Dove sitting on a reclining chair. They were watching a movie and chatting quietly. She cleared her throat softly to get their attention. “Um…hey, Em, when your movie’s done, you think we could talk? I can wait for you in my room.”
“Yeah, sure. It’s almost over anyway. I’ll be there in a bit. Ok?” Emma said, flashing that brilliant smile.
“Great. See you in a bit.” After that, Cara headed back to her room. She sat down on her bed and awaited Emma’s arrival. She waited nervously, patiently, and with nothing to do but stare at the wall. Eventually, there was a soft knock at her door. “Come in,” she called out softly.
Emma came in. Today, she was wearing a slim black dress with spaghetti straps and high heels. Cara had to admit, she looked sexy as hell with her hair down, dark mascara highlighting her gorgeous brown eyes, and just a touch of make up so that she still had that natural look. She offered the blonde a reassuring smile as she entered. “Everything ok, Cara?” she asked, as she took a seat next to her on the bed.
“Yes… and no,” the blonde responded, giving Emma a worried look.
The harem mistress wrapped her arms around the slender model’s waist, pulling her into a close, comforting hug. “Well, why don’t we start with what’s bothering you, and we can go from there. How’s that sound?”
“Margot kissed me.” Cara pulled back to look into Emma’s eyes, there was fret and concern there. “And, it wasn’t plutonic, it wasn’t just lust… I could deal with those. I… I think maybe she’s got serious feelings for me.”
Emma laughed as sympathetically as she could. She gave Cara a tight-lipped smile. “Of course she’s got feelings for you. You’re a babe, and she’s super lonely.” Sliding in closer, so she could cradle the blonde’s head against her chest, Emma said, “I take it you don’t feel the same way?” She already knew the answer, but she also knew that people respond better when they can work things out for themselves.
“It’s not that I don’t… have feelings for her. She’s sexy. But, she’s also sweet. She deserves someone better than me. Margot’s the type of girl who wants to wake up next to her lover. Me, I don’t like to be tied down.”
“You’re a free spirit,” Emma said, with a laugh.
“Exactly. Margot, she wants to be in a relationship. She wants to be with someone. I’m more interested in…”
“Fucking?”
With tears in her eyes, Cara laughed. She gave Emma a squeeze. “I don’t know if I’d put it exactly like that, but, yes.”
“Ok, well, what did you say after she kissed you?”
“Nothing.” Cara looked helplessly to the floor. “First, I was taken in by it. I’m still in a lot of emotional pain after…well, after Bella. It felt good to kiss someone. To have more control after feeling so powerless. But, then I remembered Margot is my friend. I know how she is, and I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. So, I pulled away. I wanted to explain things to her, but she was so embarrassed she rushed out before I could say anything… Then, Taylor stopped me in the hall… and,” Cara buried her head in Emma’s shoulder, clutching the harem mistress tight. “I’m so worried about her. And I can’t go to her cause she’s off in the VIP section… All I could do was shower and come back here.”
“I might be able to help you with that.” She leaned down and gently kissed the top of Cara’s head. “Would you like me to take you to her, so you can talk?”
“Would you?” Cara said brightly, looking up at Emma with hope in her eyes.
“Of course.” She offered Cara a brilliant smile and gave her another reassuring squeeze. “But,” she said softly, “can we talk a little first?”
“Is this about the promotion, to level 4?”
“Sort of.” Emma leaned back onto Cara’s bed, pulling the slim blonde down next to her. The two cuddled close as the mistress went on. “Did you know that the master has certain requirements for promotion?”
Cara paused for a second. She was still a little uncomfortable thinking about sex after what happened with Bella. “Yeah. That guard, Taji I think was his name. He explained all the rules and… expectations of life down here while I was in transit.” The hesitation in her voice was apparent. The memory of her time spent in the shipping container, and the reminder that she was a prisoner in a sex dungeon were still things she found difficult to deal with.
Emma gently rubbed Cara’s back, trying to sooth and console her. “Good. Well then, you know that the master expects certain things of the ladies he promotes to level 4.” She felt Cara tense in her arms, obviously, she wasn’t quite ready to prove herself. “Don’t worry, I think I have a way for you to meet his expectations and get your mojo back.”
For the next twenty minutes, they lay on Cara’s bed talking. Emma explained her plan and told her that she could practically guarantee the master would promote her if she went through with it. Then, they set everything up for tomorrow night and Emma took her friend into the VIP wing. She knocked on Margot’s door, and when the Aussie asked who was there, used her thumbprint to let Cara in.
   ***
Day 39 (1 p.m.)
Emma left Chloe and Dove to do their chores and went in search of Felicity Jones. She knew the Brit often took a nap after weigh in and, since she hadn’t yet seen her return to the main dorm, let herself into the hallway outside her door. She paused before knocking because as she drew near, she heard the soft, distinctive sound of moaning from the other side. She pressed her ear to the door, wondering to what Ms. Jones might be pleasuring herself.
“Master,” Felicity gasped, “your cock is so amazing.”
Emma grinned as she heard Felicity moaning and fingering herself through the door. There was the quiet rustling of bedsheets followed by a second, deep moan. She could practically see the raven-haired Brit thrusting her fingers lustily inside her pussy. Without thinking about it, Emma licked her lips and cupped one of her breasts while the fingers of her second hand pressed against the lacy panties covering her twat.
“You want to invite someone to join us…Master that’s so naughty of you.”
Emma’s eyes grew wide as she listened to Felicity vocalizing her fantasy.
“You want me to choose? Hmmmm,” there was a deep sigh of pleasure, followed by a light giggle, “…you know who I want, Master.”
There was no question in Emma’s mind that Ms. Jones had been developing this fantasy for quite some time. She thought about continuing to listen in, it was pretty hot after all, but, she’d come here with an agenda, and amazingly, this new development would only help it along. She knew that Alex would want Felicity to be participating more. It would be better for everyone, if she found some friends and had a more active role in harem. To do that, she’d have to stop hiding away in her room for half the day and being antisocial when she was in the main dorm. Emma was sure that she’d be happier if she stopped doing chores and exercises alone, and she was sure Alex would be too.
“Lick your pussy?” Emma heard Felicity ask shyly. “But…I’ve never done anything like that before.”
So hot, Emma thought, as she with great restraint, pulled her hands away from her own body. Then, after taking a second to calm down, she knocked on the door, interrupting Ms. Jones’ wild fantasy. “Felicity,” she called out from the other side of the door, “you got a second? Is… is everything alright, I thought I heard noises?”
“Uh, sorry! One second.” There was a startled yelp, followed by the hurried movement of bedsheets as the likely nude Brit scurried back under the blankets. Then a pause as she caught her breath. “Come on in.”
Emma wiped the grin from her face. She didn’t want to embarrass Felicity, then with a friendly expression pressed her thumb to the panel and stepped inside, ready to talk inclusion, promotion, and sex.
Day 39 (6 p.m.)
Margot and Cara appeared from the VIP wing after lunch. The Aussie being in much better spirits after talking with her friend. The blonde had told her nearly the same things that Emma had said the night before but, hearing it from Cara made the news somehow easier to accept. Cara told her that she thought of her as just a friend. That she didn’t want to jeopardize that relationship with sex, especially after what had just happened with Taylor. She went on to add that Emma had put things in perspective for her by explaining how things worked down here in a no-nonsense way and that she preferred the truth to codling. Finally, she added that she in no way thought Emma was trying to drive them apart. It had been hard to hear, but after it was out in the open, Margot realized that some part of her had known things between her and Cara were never going to be serious.
They ate a quick lunch in the kitchen, sitting close to one another and chatting quietly. Then broke up so each could do their chores. After that, they watched a movie. Then Margot had the idea that they could go for a swim in the underground swimming area. They laughed and splashed around for a while, each wearing the suit they wore to the pool party, then they spent some time soaking in the swirling hot tub area.
It was around six when they finally returned to the main dorm for dinner and to lounge around till bed time. They were just sitting down to eat when Emma approached them. Margot crossed her arms over her chest and shot the harem mistress an evil look, while Cara smiled and offered her a little wave that she tried to hide from her friend.
Emma gave both a smile, trying not to give Cara away when she did. She looked at the Aussie’s defensive posture with a sad look. “Hey, Margot. Could we talk for a moment, in private?”
Margot arched an imperious eyebrow and pursed her lips. “Didn’t you say enough last night?”
“I’m sorry I lost my temper. I…I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” Emma reached out and took her former lover’s hands and gave them a squeeze. “Please come talk with me,” she bit her lip with a coy, friendly smile, “let me make it up to you.”
“Fine,” she acquiesced as she let Emma lead her away. She took Margot by the hand and together, they went into the hallway outside the master’s quarters. Once there, she leaned back against the wall, folded her arms back over her chest and said, “well, what is it?”
Emma turned to her, leaning against the wall next to her with a much friendlier look on her face. She gave Margot a pouty smile / frown and touched her arm. “You’re not still mad, are you?” and let her fingertips brush up and down her skin. “Surely Cara told you that I wasn’t trying to drive you two apart.”
Margot fought against the smile. She still had such a hard time resisting the Brit’s charm and good looks. “She didn’t use those exact words,” she said, her gaze on the floor as she tried to stay mad at Emma. “But, she…she did say a lot of the same things you said… Of course, she didn’t scream at me or insult me…”
Emma stepped closer to Margot. She gently touched her chin, lifting it so the Aussie would look up at her. When their eyes met, she gave her a tight-lipped apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry I lost my temper.” She let her fingertips trail up her cheek as she bit her lip. “Can you forgive me?”
Margot nodded shyly, her eyes dropping down against the embarrassment of meeting Emma’s intense stare. “Ok.” She nervously nibbled on her lip as she unconsciously tilted her head into her former lover’s hand. “I…” she said, looking back up at Emma, “…I suppose I should apologize too. I never should have said you turned Chloe just so you could have sex with her.”
“Water under the bridge,” Emma waved the comment away with a brilliant grin.
Margot laughed and leaned in closer to her former lover. Their bodies were so close, and their eyes met. The Aussie swallowed nervously. “You,” she bit her lip, “you said something about making it up to me?” The way Emma was looking at her, Margot couldn’t help but feel her pussy grow damp, her knees go weak. In this moment, she could almost forget about Chloe, forget about the past, the animosity. She wanted Emma to kiss her, wanted Emma to want to kiss her and wondered if behind that tender expression, if she wanted the same.
Emma smiled, and for the briefest second, Margot thought she actually was going to kiss her. But, then she pulled away and leaned against the far wall, causing her to nearly fall. “I was thinking about your problem,” she said, seemingly oblivious to Margot’s near stumble. “I know you’re lonely and I meant it when I said I was trying to help you. I have an idea, if you’re interested?”
                                                                        ***
Day 39 (10 p.m.)
The rest of the day passed more or less in peace. Margot and Cara spent the rest of the day lounging around the main dorm, chatting and playing a board game. While Felicity emerged from her room in the afternoon and completed her chores and exercises in time for a late dinner and a movie, which she ate alone. However, with a playful grin she asked Emma if she could take over Taylor’s remote for a while. So, she spent the evening laying on a couch in the main dorm with a book and subjecting the former diva to at least half a dozen missed orgasms before bedtime.
Taylor spent a fitful day without TV privilege, bored and ostracized by the rest of the harem. She did her chores and exercises by herself and spent most of the day lounging on a couch nervously fretting over when the next press of a button would send her spiraling toward a near blissful release. Each time, she sobbed, moaned, and most of all, regretted the action that landed her in this exceedingly frustrating position. The day had been hell. When curfew finally did arrive, she was forced into in Bella’s bedroom, where the scent of her former lover and the memory of the nearly thirty missed orgasms she experienced today made sleep virtually impossible.
After Emma had spoken to Felicity and Margot she spent the remainder of the day with Dove and Chloe. They all three hit the exercise room for a vigorous workout then had a quiet dinner and watched another movie. When they it was over, Emma and Chloe went back to the harem mistress’s room and Dove lounged around the common area till bed time, as she didn’t have any other privileges.
Alex spent nearly the entire day in the punishment room training his new kitty. He went over her schedule and what was expected of her several times. But most of the day was spent focused on reinforcing proper behavior. Whenever Ari displayed proper cat-like behavior, she was rewarded with pleasure. If she acted out or displayed characteristics that might be described as more human, she was punished. By the time the day was over, she was well on her way to becoming a full-fledged human kitty cat. Alex was confident that one more day spent training would be all she’d need to fulfill her new role. He left her exhausted and sleeping. There would be another long day of training tomorrow, and she’d need all her energy for that.
As for himself, he was tired and more than a little sexually frustrated. The work of molding a kitty was sexy as hell, but also couldn’t be tainted by fucking her. The message had to be that performing well was pleasurable, but that pleasure couldn’t be sexual in nature, in part because thus far Ariana wasn’t enjoying any sex he’d given her. He had used a vibrator wand to bring her off a couple of times as a reward, but that hadn’t really done anything for him.
He found himself wondering as he left the punishment room, if his harem mistress would mind him stopping by for some evening sex. Alex needed a release, but he also didn’t feel like “romancing” any of his girls in a way that would be acceptable for ones not being punished. It was his hope that Emma might be up for some easy, no hassle sex. If anyone, besides Taylor, would be up for a “quickie” it would be Emma, or maybe Chloe. But either way, he’d find them both in the same place, so it was to the harem mistress’s suite he intended to go.
But, when he opened the door to the main dorm, he was stopped in his tracks. There, by the entrance were Margot Robbie and Felicity Jones. The Brit was sitting up on one of the kitchen tables. In her arms and between her legs stood the Aussie. It looked as if they were chatting and flirting quietly while they waited for his arrival. As he exited the hallway, both turned away from each other to look over at him as he stepped out into the kitchen. They giggled and turned back to look at one another, smiling in embarrassment at the look of shock on his face. Their foreheads touched softly, intimately, as they clutched each other close. “Hi, Master,” they said, in unison as Alex pushed the door closed behind him.
Alex felt his cock leap in his pants. In his current state, he was ready to take them both right here, right now, but, he wanted to make sure this was what it seemed like before he made his move. “Hello, ladies.” He looked curiously between them as he moved further into the kitchen. “You girls are up late.”
“It’s only ten, Master,” Felicity said, in a cooing voice. Margot leaned in closer to the Brit, pressing their taut bodies together. Then, as she stared into his eyes, she sucked softly on the brunette’s neck. Felicity ran her fingers through the blonde’s long hair, smiling at him with that cute little grin of hers.
“True.” He moved in behind Margot and placed his hand on the small of her back. “Have you ladies been waiting on me?”
Felicity nodded, running a finger into her mouth and sucking on it. Margot turned into him, pressing her body against his and placing her hands against his chest. “Emma said you might be horny.”
“Frustrated,” Felicity said, as she slid off the table and in next to Margot, also pressing herself to his chest.
“She asked us if we’d be willing to help,” Margot said, as she ran her hand down his chest and pressed her fingertips against his cock. “Seeing as I’ve been so lonely—”
“And, I want to show you that I could be promoted to the next level.” Felicity finished the sentence, as she too stroked his aching manhood. “So…”
“…we agreed,” they whispered in unison as each kissed one side of his neck and rubbed their fingertips against his prick.
Alex shuddered as these two gorgeous women sucked on his neck. That woman is a goddess, he thought, wondering how Emma managed to set something like this up. The rumination only lasted a moment, though, as one of the ladies kissing him pulled the drawstring on his pants, causing them to fall to the floor. Reveling in the feeling of their lips on his neck, Alex sighed when a slender hand wrapped around his dick and began to slowly stroke it up and down. A second hand took the tip between her fingers and began to softly knead the head. “God, damn that feels good.”
“We want to please you, Master,” Margot whispered, softly near his ear.
Felicity’s lips wrapped around his earlobe. Her breath was hot against his skin when she said. “Is there anything you want us to do for you?”
Alex stepped back, leaving his pants in a pile on the floor. He took in the hot, lustful gazes of his attackers with a nod. “There is. But first, I want to see you two kiss. If that’s ok?”
As they turned to look at each other with questioning gazes, Alex gently cupped the back of their heads. Slowly, giving them ample opportunity to pull away, he pushed them together. Their foreheads touched, Felicity grinned and licked her lips nervously, but she didn’t pull away. Alex could feel her body tense in anticipation as Margot leaned in. Finally, almost as if he were watching the whole exchange in slow motion, their lips met.
Felicity sighed as Margot’s lips connected with hers. That ever so slight parting of her lips was all the blonde needed to slip the tip of her tongue inside. The Brit sucked lightly on it before it retreated back into its owner’s mouth. Their gazes locked onto one another and they stared deeply into each other’s eyes. Then, the kiss deepened. Margot gently took Felicity’s head between her hands. The brunette pressed her body close to the blonde and opened her mouth to more fully accept her probing tongue.
Soon, they were lost in their own little world. For the moment, their master disappeared. Margot’s hands trailed down Felicity’s back and grabbed her ass, pulling the petite Rogue One star tight against her body. The Brit’s hands went up, cupping the back of Margot’s head, her fingers lightly stroking her soon to be lover’s earlobes. All the while, their tongues danced back and forth in a heated exchange that left Alex’s cock rock hard and ready for phase two.
“Was that good, Master?” Margot said seductively, the look on her face suggesting she knew full well what the answer was.
“That was perfect.” He said, backing up, but watching them both closely. He leaned against one of the tables and motioned them to come to him. The two sex goddesses swayed toward him, lust in their eyes and shedding their clothes as they walked. When they reached him, Alex placed his hand on Margot’s shoulder and gently pushed her down to her knees. She complied, an eager look in her green eyes. Her lips wrapped around his aching prick as he pulled Felicity into his arms and held the Brit tightly against him with one hand. He kissed her deep as the other moved down and wound into Margot’s long blonde hair, cradling her head as she began to slurp up and down on his manhood.
He kissed Felicity lovingly and passionately, clutching her close and exploring her body with his fingertips, all while Margot swallowed his prick. She took it deep, all the way into her throat. Alex gasped into Felicity’s mouth when the blonde’s tongue snaked from behind her lips to lap at his balls while his cock was lodged in her throat.
“Master,” Felicity said, when he broke their kiss to try and catch his breath, which seemed unlikely as Margot then began to slide her lips up and down his shaft. “Margot gave me some tips while we were waiting… would you like me to try and help her?” The cute little grin on her face was innocent, but the twinkling in her eyes positively dripped sexuality.
“Really?” Alex said, in surprise. Felicity’s reaction in the punishment room had been violent to any intruders in her mouth so this offer was quite surprising. Her answer was just to continue to grin at him as she dropped slowly to her knees.
Alex leaned back, closing his eyes and gripping the table with both hands. Margot’s lips slid down the side his shaft and she began to suck ardently on his balls while Felicity took the head of his manhood into her mouth. Her technique was different from Margot’s. It was tentative and unsure, but the contrast was amazing.
The Brit sucked eagerly but uncertainly on the tip, as Margot lapped hungrily at his balls. Felicity’s lips then slid down his length. She gagged quite powerfully even though she’d barely gone a quarter of the way down his shaft. But, like a trooper, didn’t let that deter her. As she moved back up, she swirled her tongue around the tip and sucked on it fervently. It wasn’t the best tongue work Alex had ever experienced, but her naivety combined with the excitement with which she worked made up for it.
This was especially true when they alternated unexpectantly. Felicity’s lips popped off his prick to be replaced instantly by Margot’s. The blonde then plunged fully down his shaft in one go, taking his entire cock into her throat as Felicity moved down to his balls and lapped at them hesitantly. They went back and forth like this for several minutes. Each taking a turn with his cock in their mouths. The back and forth and the contrast of styles was as exhilarating as it was amazing.
After a few minutes of that, Alex’s dick was coated in thick, ropy spit. But Felicity and Margot weren’t done. There was a momentary gap, where he didn’t feel either girl’s mouth. He opened his eyes and looked down at them just in time to see them coming together around the base of his fat, sloppy prick. They pressed their lips together, and he felt their tongues lapping against each other and around his girth. He had just enough time to let out a deep contented sigh before they began to slide their mouths, in tandem, up and down his shaft.
He gently cupped their heads, fighting the urge to thrust his hips and fuck their lips, but bringing them closer together as their tongues lashed back and forth. Suddenly, Margot’s eyes opened, and she gazed up at him. “Yes…” he gasped, “…look up at me, like that. It’s so fucking hot.”
That was when Felicity too looked up. Both of his girls gazed longingly into his eyes as they moved their mouths up and down his cock and made out with each other. Felicity moaned softly then, and Alex noticed that Margot was lightly stroking her pussy. Soon, the sounds caused reverberations that bounced up and down his shaft, sending him right to the edge of exploding all over the floor. Quickly, he pulled away. “Ladies, Alex exclaimed, moving them both away from his prick. “If you’d like to have fun too, I suggest you stop now.”
Felicity and Margot laughed, his dick inches from their faces. “Yes, Master,” they said quietly. But, before they rose, each took a turn gently kissing the pulsing head of his cock.
Once they were on their feet, Alex took a moment to catch his breath and regain control over his body. While they waited, Felicity and Margot moved back over to the table where they were originally. The blonde pushed the brunette down onto its surface and crawled on top of her. Felicity laughed and wrapped her arms and legs around Margot as they began to kiss and grind against one another.
Alex heard Felicity whisper to Margot, “I’m having fun…”
Margot kissed her neck, sucking the tender flesh between her lips. “Me too,” she said, breathing deep.
Alex watched with a smile as he quietly counted to sixty and readied himself. When he was in control of his faculties, he crossed the narrow space and slid in behind Margot. He pushed her low and pulled Felicity’s hips, positioning them so that Margot’s feet were on the floor, legs spread wide, while the brunette had her legs wrapped tightly around the blonde. Effectively moving them so that both of their pussies were mere inches apart. Then he slowly slid his prick into the blonde’s tight, wet hole.
It was his turn to tease. He took four or five long, slow strokes, making sure the blonde was good and ready for a much harder pounding. Just as she was getting into it, he pulled out and pressed himself into Felicity. Margot groaned at the loss of sensation, but the Brit moaned in pleasure and used her legs to cradle her new friend tight against her body as her master gently fucked her.
“Kiss,” Alex whispered, as he switched back to fucking the Aussie.
Margot sighed as her master’s fat dick again stretched and filled her greedy hole. “That sounds like a great idea,” she said, as she stroked Felicity’s hair.
Felicity pulled her close and kissed her lips. The two ladies began to make out as Alex took a firm grip on Margot’s waist and thrust himself in deep. He watched as the two kissed, tongues darting back and forth as he built up a steady rhythm. Soon, Margot was moaning more than she was kissing, her body responding to the hard fucking he was giving her. He felt her body tense as she closed in on blissful release, only to deny her by pulling out at the last second and thrusting into Felicity.
“You asshole,” she laughed. Then sucked on Felicity’s neck as the Brit began to gasp and take deep breaths.
By contrast, he knew Felicity would require a slow, steady build. So, he leaned in against them, taking his time as he drew his cock in and out of her incredibly tight cunt. “Damn you’re both so hot,” he sighed, as they went back to kissing. Margot moved a hand down to Felicity’s clit as he gently fucked her. The Brit gasped from the extra attention, her mouth opening wide, causing the Aussie to grin, then gently bite her lip, pulling on it softly before wrapping her lips back around Felicity’s.
Alex didn’t want Margot to come too far down, so after a moment of working on Felicity, he pulled out and gave the blonde a few hard thrusts. When he slammed into her, Margot’s lips came off Felicity’s. The Brit laughed and clutched her back in a firm grip before running her hands down and grabbing hold of her ass with both hands, exposing, for just a moment, the Aussie’s dark, tantalizing butthole. He looked down, making eye contact with Felicity, “hold her there.” It took the Brit a second to realize he wanted her to continue spreading Margot’s ass cheeks. She laughed as her master continued fucking her and again spread the Aussie’s butt, giving her master a clear view of that tight, taboo little hole.
“Just like that,” Alex said. He popped his thumb into his mouth, sucking on it and coating it in a copious amount of saliva as he continued to work Felicity’s twat. When his thumb was dripping, he reached down, pulled out of the Brit and slid his cock back into Margot’s pussy while simultaneously shoving his thumb up her ass.
Margot’s eyes went wide. Her lips pulled off Felicity’s as she moaned long, and low. “Fuck me,” she groaned.
“You got it,” Alex laughed. He grabbed hold of her hair and gripped her ass with the other hand, working his thumb deeper and back and forth. Then, using the hold he had on her, he began to slam his prick in and out of her.
Felicity sucked on the Aussie’s neck as she moaned like a whore. Alex fucked her hard and worked his thumb to spread her asshole open. It didn’t take long, before Margot was on the verge of orgasm. Alex pulled out just before she did and slid his prick back into the Brit. After all, he didn’t want her to fall too far behind.
Soon, all three were covered in sweat. Alex had his thumb buried Margot’s anus and was working it back and forth as he continued to build Felicity up with his prick. The girls were kissing and moaning into one another’s mouths each time their master switched between them or did something they weren’t expecting. He continued to work his cock, swapping in and out of each pussy, building them, working them, slowly and steadily toward a mutual orgasm.
Both Margot and Felicity’s twats were now gaping open, easily allowing Alex to slide out of one and into the other. While the whole time, Alex used his thumb to open the Aussie’s asshole and keep her right at the edge. After a few minutes of that, both were gasping for breath and so close to cumming. But, Alex’s thighs were burning. Sweat dribbled down his chest and back and his arms bristled with it as he struggled to keep up the frenzied pace needed to push both girls to a simultaneous orgasm.
He slid out of Margot just as she was about to cum and into Felicity, working her as she kissed the blonde. He had them both so close. It took only a few more, long deep strokes and the Brit was there. She moaned deeply into her lover’s mouth. Her head flew back away from her lover’s kiss and she gasped, “Master, your cock is so amazing,” just as she came hard on her his throbbing prick. But, Alex could only give her a couple more thrusts to enhance the pleasure before he pushed back into Margot.
He pulled back hard on her hair as he yanked his thumb free, slid out of Felicity’s spasming twat and thrust right into Margot’s gapping asshole. With a full, long thrust, he slammed balls deep into her anus and he felt her immediately spasm in orgasm. “Holy, shit, Master!” she screamed as her whole body shook. “Fuck me harder… Please,” she pleaded through gasping breaths just as her pussy exploded all over both he and Felicity. But Alex wasn’t ready for her pleasure to be over yet. He let go of her hair and grabbed her waist firmly and began to jackhammer away inside her. Margot’s asshole was like a vice grip, squeezing his cock as she came wildly. The sensation was amazing.
He fucked her hard in short, carnal thrusts, his body close to hers. It was the Aussie spasming around his cock that sent Alex over the edge. He pulled out, just before he came, and thrust his prick between their bodies. Pushing Margot’s body down, he lined up both her and Felicity’s twats so they formed a sandwich around his cock. Then, he began to thrust ferociously between them. He was so close already, it only took four or five strokes before he too came. His whole body went tense and it was all he could do to hold himself there, arms and legs burning like fire as his two lover’s cunts caused him to cum. His cock went off like a fire hose, spraying their hot sweaty bodies, covering them with his cum.
When it was over, he collapsed, sliding down to the floor and on to his back gasping for breath. Margot however, giggled. She glided down Felicity’s body and began to lap his seed up, right off her body. The Brit sighed, contentedly, cradling her head in her hands as Margot sucked her master’s jizz off her stomach.
Alex watched from the floor, too tired to move as one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen took place. When she was done, Margot stood up. She helped Felicity to her feet, and they laid down next to him. The feeling of their two warm bodies cuddling in on either side of him felt great. “That was amazing, Master,” Margot whispered, into his ear, as she pressed her sexy, sweat covered body against him.
“I can hardly believe how incredible that was,” Felicity said, as she laid her head against his chest. She took his hand in hers and lifted them so Margot could intertwine her fingers through theirs. The blonde and the brunette shared a warm, tried smile before both closed their eyes in exhaustion.
They slept there together for thirty minutes or so as their bodies recovered from the vigorous exercise. Alex woke first, but as he didn’t want to disturb the beauties resting against him, he laid there waiting on them.
Felicity woke next. She smiled down at him, her cute little grin lighting up the darkened room and making Alex smile back. “Thank you, Master. That was…” she looked down, nervousness and embarrassment on her face “…well, let just say I enjoyed myself more than I thought I would.”
He ran his fingers through her raven black hair and laughed softly. “Because of me…” he then glanced down at the still sleeping Margot “…or because of her?”
The Brit laughed and kissed her master’s cheek. “It wouldn’t be polite to not give you both credit, now would it?”
“I suppose it wouldn’t,” he said, with a smile. She leaned in and gave him a proper kiss on his lips, sighing and opening her mouth when he pressed his tongue against her lips. She sucked on it and shifted her body against him.
When the kiss broke, she smiled and stood up. “Goodnight, Master.”
“Evening, Ms. Jones.”
She left then, scooping up her clothes and swaying seductively towards her cell. Alex watched her go, admiring her body and reveling in the feeling of Margot breathing next to him. The Aussie napped for another ten minutes before she stirred.
She came awake, and almost instantly rolled on top of him, straddling his hips and looking down at him with an amused, seductive look in her eyes. “Hey you,” she said, grinning and shifting her hips.
“Hey yourself.” He reached up and gently caressed her face. “Feeling better?”
Margot took her master’s hand and softly kissed his fingertips. She nodded and looked into his eyes. “I’m sad that Cara… that she doesn’t want me the way that I want her. But,” she sniffed and brushed a few stray tears from her face, “at least we can still be friends.”
“That is a good thing. Sometimes it’s more valuable to have a friend than a lover.” He offered her a reassuring smile. “Besides, who knows, maybe there’s someone else down here for you?”
Margot’s sultry green eyes shifted in the direction of Felicity’s cell. “Maybe.”
Alex lightly stroked her thigh and laughed. “You know, if you keep this up we’re gonna have to go again.”
“Oh…” she cooed, raising a questioning eyebrow as she shifted her hips and rubbed her ass against his prick.
“Ms. Robbie,” he said, pulling her down so her face was inches from his, “are you trying to seduce me?”
“Maybe…” she breathed and kissed his lips.
Alex clutched her tight to his body and returned the kiss with vigor. Margot sighed and responded by rubbing her chest against his and grinding her hips against his prick. Soon they were both hot and bothered and making out with wild abandon. He rolled on top of her and she wrapped her legs around him. “Come back to my room,” he said, through gasping breaths. “You can sleep there after.”
“Ok…” she gasped.
He picked her up, leaving her clothes abandoned on the kitchen floor. When he was on his feet, Margot again threw her legs around him, clutching tight to his body and running her fingers though his hair.
Alex carried her across the floor, the whole way with Margot’s tongue in his mouth. When he broke the kiss to find the thumbprint scanner she gasped into his ear. “You know who I feel bad for.”
“What? Who?” he said, as he found the pad and opened the hallway door.
“Whoever has to clean up that table in the morning.”
They both laughed in the moments it took him to carry her down the hall. He threw open his door and tossed Margot down on the massive bed in his room. She grinned up at him and scurried away laughing. When she was on the other side of the bed, she made a come hither gesture as she laid back and allowed her master to crawl between her legs.
“Master?” she whispered, into his ear as he slid inside of her.
“Yes?”
Margot pulled back some to look into his steely blue eyes. She smiled, breathing deep as he took his first slow back and forth thrust. “I love you.”
It wasn’t the first time she’d said that, but Alex felt that this time, she might really mean it.
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