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

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Disclaimer:
The following is a work of fiction. It is not, in any way, intended to reflect reality. It is purely a fantasy originating in the deepest recesses of my mind. While real people do appear in this work, I, the writer of this work, in no way wish to see these individuals actually put in any situation contained therein. Furthermore, I do not, in any way, shape, or form, condone rape, kidnapping, violence, or any of the other questionable acts that appear herein. This work is not intended to endorse or condone anyone who would perform such vile acts. Anyone who would do any such a thing to a real-life person deserves punishments reserved only for those in the deepest circle of hell. In addition, I do not know, nor have I ever met Emma Watson, Margot Robbie, Taylor Swift, Bella Thorne, Chloe Moretz, Felicity Jones, Cara Delevingne, Dove Cameron or Ariana Grande. The versions of them that appear in this story are fictional and purely based on their celebrity persona. I apologize if that offends you. My intention is only to entertain. Finally, I make no money from the distribution of this work.
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Story Codes: 3+ Oral CR humil drug use
Day 40 (6 a.m.)
Alex was up early again. He slid out of bed, careful not to disturb the sexy Aussie snoozing quietly next to him. He walked naked into the small office command center next to his bedroom and sat down in his chair. He spoke into the intercom with the guard on duty, “Taji, I want Bella out of that potty, cleaned up, and ready to attend weigh in this morning.”
“Yes, Boss, anything else?”
“Only that her punishment isn’t over till 10, so start with her whenever you want and do with her what you will till then.”
A deep throaty chuckled followed. “Understood, Boss. We’ll get started right away.”
“Oh, and please initiate project Arcadia.”
There was a short silence as Taji took in the implications. “Arcadia? Yes, boss. Of course.”
Alex then took a quick shower, pulled on a pair of his linen pants, stepped into his slippers, and left his room, leaving Margot still fast asleep. He spent the next two hours at work watching over and training his kitty. Mostly he was supervising her, making sure that she had the routine down and that she’d be ready to start its implementation on her own first thing tomorrow. But the work was also to ensure her continued adherence to maintaining a proper cat-like demeanor, even when she was Ariana.
Ari was a cat. But Ariana was a woman and a celebrity. She was responsible for staying in shape through exercise and for maintaining her sex-appeal by applying make-up consistent with the photograph he provided her early this morning. She was also a guest in his harem, and the rules specific to her stated that she must act in character even when she was her “celebrity” self. Ariana was allowed to walk upright, talk, and wear “normal” clothing. The attire he provided her in that regard was a pair of skin-tight black yoga pants, a matching sports bra and short cut tank top that showed off her mid-rift. To go along with that, he gave her a few pairs of cute little pink ankle socks and some black and pink tennis shoes for exercise.
So, if she were encountered as Ariana, she could talk and interact with that person, but she was also supposed to behave in a finicky, mischievous, and adorable cat-like way. Much of today’s early morning lesson revolved around how to behave should someone from the harem come across her when she wasn’t “on duty,” as a cat. After that, Alex took a seat and did some reading while he waited for Ariana to transform herself into Ari, the harem’s cute, sexy kitty cat.
    ***
The four massive African guards who weren’t currently on suspension entered the restroom less than a half hour after Alex called up to Taji. They were excited and ready to get one last round of fucking in before Bella Thorne’s punishment came to an end. They moved quietly across the tiled floor, careful not to wake the sleeping teen. As they neared the potty, each man spread out and went to one corner of the make-shift port-a-potty. Then, on Ulu’s signal, they began to rock the small plastic box violently back and forth. The putrid contents inside, both liquid and solid, were jostled around and washed over the helpless, surprised teen’s face.
Bella cried out in despair as the rocking came to a stop. Tears streamed down her face, blazing trails through two days’ worth of filth decorating her cheeks. “Please!” she cried out. “I’m sorry. Don’t rape me again…” her words faded out in a feeble cry as she broke down into pathetic sobbing.
Ulu, who, at this point, had two fingers that were three knuckles deep in her twat, stopped warming her up, as an idea took shape in his head. He grinned to his companions before saying. “I’ll make you a deal, princess. We’re about to take you out of this thing and clean you up. But, if you agree to suck us all off like the eager, depraved cum dumpster we all know you to be, we’ll let you clean up first and we’ll leave this tired, dirty cunt of yours alone for today.”
“What?” she asked through shaking feeble whimpers, surprised they were actually talking to her.
Ulu sighed, a look of exasperation coming over his face. He yanked his fingers out, walked around to the front of the potty and opened the door. He dropped his pants and took a seat. “If you agree to blow all of us,” he said, bearing down, “we won’t rape you.” There was a short silence, while she thought about it. During this reprieve, Ulu dropped one last giant shit on her face.
Bella cried out in horror as it fell across her cheeks. She sobbed while the guards laughed. “What’ll it be, bitch? Blowbang or gang rape?” Ulu asked, as he stood up.
“Fine,” she screamed, “I’ll do it, just get me out of here!”
“What will you do?” Ulu asked, giving the port-a-potty one last vicious shake.
“I’ll blow all of you!” the redheaded teen cried out. “Just let me out!”
Ulu motioned for his men to get to work. He then opened the door a fraction of an inch and said in a low menacing voice. “I expect enthusiasm and depravity. If you don’t live up to your end, we’ll just rape you anyway. Understand?”
By now, Bella was violently crying, “y…e…s.” she stammered.
“Good,” he said, letting the door fall closed. “Get her out of there, boys.”
The potty had a large collection bowl in the space beneath where Bella’s torso and head rested and an overflow hole so that the liquid contents didn’t build up and drown the teen. The first step in removing her from inside was to open the drainage valve in the bottom and empty the foul contents in which she’d spent the last few days. Ukuza opened it and two days’ worth of piss and shit whooshed downward, making a sickening sloshing sound as it settled in the collection tank. The sound, as well as a fresh wave of the disgusting stench made Bella vomit one last time. Her stomach had long sense been emptied, so all that came up was thick yellow-green bile, which sputtered from her lips and ran down her cheeks to join the rest of the foulness in the collection tank.
“God damn that is fucking disgusting,” Thando muttered, clenching his hand over his mouth and nose as he, along with Taji, opened the potty walls near where Bella’s legs and ass hung suspended.
“Yeah,” Ulu said, laughing, “but now this whore knows what being a dirty fucking bitch really feels like.”
After removing the restraints pinning down her arms and legs, pulling out the IV, and freeing her hair from the metal ring through which it was tied, Taji and Ukuza lifted the weakened Bella Thorne to her feet. The teen wobbled on shaky legs and she was clearly in shock. She was too weak to stand as she’d spent two days lying on her back with her legs dangling off the side of the potty, so the two guards had to help her back to the showers. The normally vivacious, redhead was a horrendous, vile mess. Her face, hair, and upper torso were streaked and crusted in a foul smelling, unimaginable combination of human waste. Her full pouty lips, normally so sexy, were now covered in little bits of dried puke and other more disgusting things clung to the corners of her mouth. Luckily for her, Bella was in such a state of shock that she likely didn’t notice how disgusting she was.
Taji sat her down on the shower floor, turned on the hot water, and directed the stream to fall upon the teen. He tapped her shoulder, so she looked up at him. “You’ve got an hour or so while we break down the potty and clean up.” He glanced back in the direction of Ulu and the others before adding, “I’d be ready by then, if I were you.”
She gave him an absent nod as tears of joy, at being finally free, and humiliation, because of the terrible ordeal she’d just endured, filled her eyes. The thought of the task she still had to perform when they returned was a long way from her mind. “Thank you,” she whimpered. The big African said nothing in response, only gave her a nod of recognition before heading off with Ukuza to help Ulu and Thando clean up the potty.
It took more than twenty minutes before Bella was capable of doing anything more than clutching her knees to her chest and weeping like a small child. She cried more tears than she thought possible as she remembered the events that had led up to her punishment, and from the horrible flashbacks of the worst moments of the past two days. When the sound of laughter and talking from the other side of the restroom drew her from her sullen depression and filled her with abject terror. Ulu expected her to perform. He expected her to be cleaned up and ready… she trembled to think what he would do if she failed to meet his desires.
Slowly, Bella rose to her feet using the shower wall for assistance, her legs were still so weak. Then, she began the arduous process of cleaning herself up. For the next twenty minutes, she scoured her body with soap, washed her hair at least four or five times, and fully and thoroughly brushed her teeth. When she was done, she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She still felt the filth on her skin, the stink in her nose, the foul liquid filling her ears. After such an ordeal, Bella doubted she’d ever feel clean again, at least not for a long, long time. She wiped tears from her face, she didn’t have time for self-indulgence. Ulu expected her to perform. So, she went to the mirrors to put on some make up, using her limited time to apply a little foundation, eyeliner, and a dark red shade of lipstick.
She put the tube of lipstick down, sank to her knees, more tears welling in her eyes as the thought of what came next filled her with fear. While she sat trembling on the restroom floor, a thought occurred to her: “I used to be famous… I was beloved and pampered. Girls would cheer my name, and boys and men alike would drool at my appearance. Now, in the past two days I’ve been shit and pissed on… treated worse than common street trash…”
A moment later, she heard someone entering the restroom. It was Taji come to fetch her. She sat up hurriedly, wiping her eyes and trying to steady herself. “We’re ready for you,” he said in a low, serious tone.
Bella nodded, but didn’t move. She couldn’t move. The thought of what she’d just been though, of what she was about to go through consumed her. Her head hung low and she began to tremble all over.
Taji placed a consoling hand on her shoulder. “Are you ok?”
“No…” The red-haired teen whimpered pathetically, wiping her nose and eyes in an attempt to save her makeup.
“I think I’ve got something that will help get you through this.” He then pulled a small brown vial from his pocket and offered it to the sobbing girl.
“What’s this,” she said, taking the bottle and giving it a strange look.
“Cocaine,” he said simply, as he turned and headed back towards the door. He opened it, and without so much as a glance her way said, “Ulu’s expecting you. I wouldn’t keep him waiting long.”
She looked down at the tube in shock, and when she glanced back, Taji was gone. What choice did she have? Ulu told her if she wasn’t enthusiastic and depraved, they’d just rape her anyway. Bella looked back to the bottle knowing that there was no way she could be what the guard captain wanted her to be. She had no energy, she felt worthless and depressed. How was she going to live up to his expectations without a pick-me-up? On the other hand, she’d never done drugs before. Not real drugs anyway. She’d smoked pot, but who hadn’t? This, this was a whole new level.
Still, she couldn’t bear the idea of Ulu and his cronies gang raping her. Sucking them all off seemed so much simpler, so much easier… Tears welled in her eyes as she unscrewed the little brown jar. Attached to the lid was a narrow tube and a small sponge-like apparatus for collecting and snorting the drug. Bella scoped up a small amount of the powder inside and held it in a trembling hand.
She contemplated her situation for just a moment before saying, “fuck it,” and placing the sponge to her nose and inhaling the drug in one quick, deep breath. Immediately, like a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart, she felt a surge of energy and euphoria. “Wow!” she exclaimed, looking at the vial in newfound excitement. Without hesitation, she drew out another hit and snorted it into her other nostril. As the drug flooded her brain, she felt like a new woman. All at once, she felt powerful and sexy and emotionally ready for what awaited her in the next room. She replaced the cap on the vial and stood up. No longer were her legs shaky, no longer did she feel weak or depressed. Indeed, she felt ready to conquer the world.
Glancing in the mirror, she straightened a few out of place hairs, wiped the tears from her cheeks and licked her lips. “Let’s do this, bitch,” she said to herself before striding towards the door. Outside, in the main dorm, she found the four huge African guardsmen completely nude and standing in a semicircle waiting for her arrival. Pausing in the doorway, she eyed each man up and down and took in the sight of their massive cocks. The giant guard, Thando’s prick in particular stood out. It was easily twelve inches long, maybe more, thought Bella, and was nearly as big around as her wrist.
“Fuck,” she whispered, at the sight. She knew they were all well-endowed having seen and experienced them before. Maybe it was the rush of euphoria from the cocaine, but Bella Thorne suddenly found herself extremely turned on. She cupped her left breast, giving it a gentle squeeze as her other hand found its way down to her pussy. Lost in a reverie, she stroked her slit, pinched her clit and pulled softly on her nipple. Until, with a snap of his fingers, the guard captain, Ulu, summoned her attention.
With a stern expression, he pointed to the ground by his feet. “On your knees, whore.”
Bella was feeling so good, she didn’t even care about the derogatory name calling. She smiled seductively and swayed toward the four huge men. The red-haired teen was tall, but as she approached Ulu and placed her hands against his rock-hard chest, she didn’t feel like it. The guards dwarfed her in size and in statue. That contrast was nothing compared to the stark difference between their coal black skin and her pale white flesh, or her slender athletic frame next to their bulky, well-muscled bodies.
Ulu gazed down at Bella’s amazing body, seemingly unimpressed. He reached up and wrapped a massive hand around the back of her neck as she pressed herself against him. With the other hand, he pressed his index finger to her lips. The teen obligingly opened her mouth and began to suck upon it. “You ready to suck us all off?”
“I’ll be a good little cock whore,” she whispered in answer to his question, her dark eyes meeting his as her lips wrapped tight around his finger.
The guard captain nodded, looking to his men to gather around as he pushed the sexy redhead to her knees. His finger slid from her lips as she knelt, but her eyes never left his. Once there, she settled on her ass and looked from Ulu to Taji, to Ukuza then Thando as each took their pricks in hand and pressed them against the pale white flesh of her face. Ulu slapped his dick against her lips, while Taji and Ukuza, standing to her side, did the same to her cheeks. Thando, standing behind her, took his huge cock and placed it on her forehead.
Each guard took a moment to revel in the sight. Bella Thorne, on her knees, gazing up at them with lust in her eyes as four enormous black dicks slapped against her face. She giggled like a kid with candy, then, without waiting for a prompt from Ulu, moaned lustily, opened her mouth and took the guard captain’s dick between her lips. At the same time, she reached up and took Taji and Ukuza’s cocks in either hand. She began to eagerly stroke them as her lips slid up and down Ulu’s thick prick. A few moments of working Ulu’s dick in her mouth caused the saliva to flow and Bella turned and spit two fat wads of drool first on Taji’s and then onto Ukuza’s shaft as she continued stroking them.
Ulu groaned softly as the teen pressed forward, his massive cock sliding to the top of her throat. He nodded in approval at the look of depravity on her face as she forced the tip of his prick into her esophagus while she continued to stroke off Taji and Ukuza. The teen pulled back, her full, soft lips dragging across the tender flesh of his manhood, till only the very tip of his dick remained in her mouth. Then, with a pop, she sucked down hard and expelled it from her lips. She reached up, and with the hand that had been working Ukuza’s prick, began to stroke Ulu. At the same time, she leaned over, shifting on her knees to take his subordinate’s dick into her mouth.
Bella moved in a circle, going from one rock hard cock to the next, sucking and stroking with enthusiasm till all four men were well on their way to orgasm. Thick drool poured from her mouth as she forced one dick then another into her throat all while moaning lusty groans of pleasure. She kept her hands as busy and her lips in motion, working each guard’s prick between her lips.
Soon all four were close. She stroked Ukuza as she sucked on Ulu, then leaned in and took the massive head of both men’s cocks into her mouth. Tips mashed together, she moaned and sucked on both, her tongue swirling in and around them as she gazed up and between them.
Ulu sighed and seized the back of her head, holding her there as she sucked on two big black cock heads. Suddenly, he yanked his prick free and slapped it against her cheek as she continued to suck on Ukuza. Ulu then began to stroke it madly as the teen worked the other man deeper into her throat. “Take it,” he groaned, as he erupted on her face. Grunting, the big guard captain rubbed out three big loads of cum directly onto Bella’s cheek and forehead, with the last spraying across her eyes.
The teen didn’t miss a beat, she forced Ukuza deep into her, a lusty moan bellowing past her lips as she stroked off Thando and Taji. Then, she pulled back and looked up at Ukuza, licking Ulu’s seed from her face. “Cum for me. I want you to cover me in jizz,” she said, in a deep husky voice.
Ulu’s second didn’t disappoint. He took his cock in hand and began to stroke it in the teen’s face. She reached up and took Taji and Thando in hand, as her head dipped low and she began to suckle at Ukuza’s balls. She ran her tongue in a lusty, excited circle over the smooth, soft surface as her lips glided from one to the next. Groaning, she worked Taji and Thando up and down, and gazed longingly up at Ukuza as he beat it. “Fuck you’re hot,” he moaned, as he too coated the depraved teen in hot, steamy cum. His seed coated her lips and dribbled down her chin with the second blast covering her forehead and running down into her eyes.
“Mmmmmm,” she moaned, licking it from her lips as she blinked it from her eyes. She looked between Taji and Thando, her eyes filling with wanton lust. “More, please…”
Ulu and Ukuza stepped back, allowing Taji and Thando to move closer. Bella, cum covering her face, reached up and took their cocks without any hesitation. She sucked Taji into her mouth and began to stroke Thando’s massively huge dick. Her lips slid up and down as lusty moans and drool fell from her lips. Then, she shifted, taking Thando in her mouth. Back and forth she went sucking one then the other, going deeper and deeper each time till both men were on the verge.
Bella rose up higher, kneeling instead of resting on her ass. She pressed Taji’s cock between her breasts, releasing all the spit in her mouth as she did and covering her tits and the guard’s cock in thick, slimy drool. Squeezing her melons together, she looked up at the guard who’d given her a first hit of cocaine, “please fuck my tits,” she moaned.
Knowing an opportunity when he saw it, Taji began rocking his hips back and forth, forcing his big, fat cock back and forth between the teen’s sizable boobs. Bella cupped both her breasts, pressing them together tightly to keep his prick pinned to her chest. She turned her attention to Thando, biting her lip as she looked up at him. “Fuck my face with your huge fucking cock!”
The biggest of Alex’s men wasted no time. Grabbing a thick handful of the teen’s dark red hair and shoving the tip of his dick against her cum splattered lips. “Open up, whore,” he commanded harshly.
The two men used the lusty redhead. Taji thrusting his hips, mercilessly driving his prick back and forth between Bella’s tits. Thando, fingers buried in her hair forcing her head down as he rammed his cock into her throat. Cum dribbled down the redhead’s face as she choked and gagged on the massive invader. Her eyes began to water, drool poured from her lips, but the lusty teen doubled down. She leaned back, bracing herself with her arms. Taji stood over her, using his own hands to mash her tits together. While Bella tilted her head backwards. Thando moved above and behind her, taking her head in both hands as she opened her throat.
Back and forth they went, crowded over the semi-prone teen. Taji worked his cock between her tits, mashing them together as he moved his hips. Thando gripped her head and thrust his cock so deep into her throat that it bulged around his massive girth. Bella gagged powerfully, vomit expelling from her lips on the big guard’s back thrust. She shuddered as the two men used her, a near orgasm from their rough treatment and taking a deep breath as the prick momentarily moved past her lips.
Ulu and Ukuza watched and stroked their dicks. The sight of teen, and the depravity she had succumbed to easily brought them back to attention. Thando plunged back into her throat, fucking it like it was a well-used cunt. “Fuck that’s tight,” he groaned.
Taji thrust his hips faster. The sight of the teen’s throat bulging with each of Thando’s strokes bringing him nearly to the edge. “This bitch has fucking lost it!” He stood up and away from her, wrapping his hand around his manhood and beating it furiously.
Thando took two more deep strokes into Bella’s throat as Ulu and Ukuza gathered around. He shoved Bella off his cock, back into an upright position. The teen took a deep, urgent gasp of breath. Stars danced before her eyes as oxygen rushed back to her brain.
The four guardsmen gathered around her in a circle, each furiously beating his cock in her face. Bella looked between them, lust in her eyes and chest heaving. She licked her lips, “cover me in cum,” she moaned, before laying her tongue out like a welcome mat.
Almost simultaneously all four men came on her in an epic eruption of jizz. They grunted nearly in unison and sprayed her face in their seed. It rained down covering Bella, coating her face like a thick layer of paint. Cum covered her eyeslids, it dripped down her forehead, and spewed into her mouth and across her tongue all while she sat there, mouth opened, practically begging them to give her more.
When they were done, she moaned and began scraping their hot seed, like thick candle wax, into her mouth, gobbling it up like it was melted caramel. “MMhhhmmmh,” she cooed, as she swallowed it down.
Ulu crouched next to her when she was done. “You’re a dirty fucking whore. You know that?”
Bella, whose eyelids were plastered shut, blinked up at him. “Wha—what?” she asked, in surprise.
“It was good enough though,” answered Ulu. He motioned to his men and they gathered up their clothes and left the teen redhead confused on the floor.
    ***
Day 40 (8 a.m.)
Margot Robbie awoke to the enticing smell of bacon and eggs. She smiled sleepily, stretching her arms above her head as her beautiful green eyes fluttered open. The bedroom was dark, but there was a light coming from the makeshift kitchen that adjoined the room. A shadow played across the walls, the master cooking her breakfast, she assumed. He must be trying to surprise me, she thought, a happy grin spreading across her face. She laid back and closed her eyes, trying to maintain the illusion of sleep.
A few minutes later, she heard a tray being sat down next to the bed and someone taking a seat next to her. “Morning, sleepyhead,” came the soft, sexy voice of her former lover, Emma Watson.
Margot’s eyes shot open. Looking over in shock, she saw Emma was sitting on the bed. “Em! How did you get in here?” she said, sleepy and confused and pulled the blanket up to more fully cover her breasts.
Emma laughed as her former lover covered up, her eyes glinting with amusement. She picked up the tray and sat it across Margot’s lap, snatching up a piece of bacon and popping it into her mouth as she did. “The master,” she answered simply. “He woke me up, a couple of hours ago, said he had stuff to do in the punishment room. He didn’t want to wake you,” she smiled at the irony. “He asked me to keep an eye on you. Apparently, he doesn’t like leaving people alone in his room.”
“Oh…” Margot’s voice trailed off in disappointment. Clearly the blonde had been hoping to spend the morning with the man for whom she’d just declared her love.
Emma leaned forward and lightly stroked Margot’s leg through the blankets, a look of understanding decorating her face. “I know you were probably hoping to wake up curled in his arms.” She gave the Aussie’s thigh a soft squeeze. “I think he’s still working with our other newcomer in the punishment room, otherwise I’m sure he’d be here.” There was a short pause while Margot ate a piece of scrambled egg. Emma could see the despondence in her eyes. “I could cuddle with you…if you want? You know, keep you company in his place.”
Margot looked up into the harem mistress’s eyes, shock and surprise filling her own gaze. “What! Oh…I don’t know if… You’ve been here for hours? Where have you been sleeping?”
Emma just grinned and pointed to the armchair draped in a soft woolen blanket sitting in the corner. “I didn’t want to wake you. Besides, you seemed a little uncomfortable in the hall yesterday and I didn’t want to add to your discomfort.”
“No, I wasn’t… I mean… I guess it would be ok if you got into bed. We still have an hour or so before we have to get ready for weigh in.” Margot sat the tray next to her and turned onto her side, opening the blankets for her former lover to climb in. Emma slid in behind her with an amused grin on her face. She wrapped one arm around the Aussie’s waist, the other curled around the pillow above their heads, then she pressed her forehead against the nape of Margot’s neck.
“You smell good.” Emma whispered, as Margot closed her eyes rapturously, curling her back against her former lover’s chest. “Like, lavender, and the master, and sex,” added the Brit, pressing her nose into the blonde’s hair.
Margot sighed, but didn’t say anything in response, just reveled in the sensation of once again being in Emma’s arms. They lay there for several minutes in silence, enjoying the warmth and comfort of the other. Eventually, she pressed her back fully against Emma’s chest and whispered, “thank you.”
“For what?” Emma said, half dozing.
“Just, for last night…I really needed that.” Margot could feel the sultry Brit’s warm breath on her neck, it felt familiar, and good. It made her wet, remembering how happy she used to be, waking up next to Emma. “And thank you… for being my friend. I—I’m sorry, sorry I ever doubted that.”
“It’s ok,” Emma whispered, into her hair. “I know things haven’t been easy for you.” She gently pressed her palm against Margot’s stomach, giving her a warm hug. “It has to be hard to have so much compassion in a place like this.”
Margot closed her eyes. It felt so good to lay here and to hear her former lover’s voice whisper so soft and sweet into her ear. “Em?”
“Yeah,” came Emma’s sleepy reply.
“Do you ever wonder what things would be like if the master hadn’t put you in charge back then?” There was a short pause in her voice, “do…do you think we’d still be together?”
“I don’t know,” Emma whispered. Margot felt the Brit snuggle closer, or was that her imagination? “Is that something you think about?” Emma asked, a little more volume to her voice.
Margot felt the hair on her arms rise as goosebumps tickled her skin. “I think about it all the time,” she whispered.
Suddenly, she no longer felt Emma pressed against her, and in an instant, she was on her back looking up at the Brit. Her former lover was there, hovering inches from her face. Then Emma smiled down at her, it was sweet and beautiful. “You do?” she asked, smoothing the hair from her eyes.
Staring into those fathomless, soft brown eyes, Margot was struck speechless. She swallowed nervously and all she could do was nod.
Emma pressed herself close, their breasts and stomachs were touching. Margot lifted her knees, pressing her thighs against the Brit’s waist. Their lips a fraction of an inch closer, Emma tilted her head ever so slightly. She licked her lips, and, for a moment, it looked like she was going to say something, then she leaned in and their lips met in a jolt of pure electric energy.
Margot took a deep breath, her mouth opening the moment Emma’s tongue slid forward. They breathed each other in as tongues danced back and forth. Margot locked her legs around Emma, squeezing the Brit as close as possible. Her hands wove through her wavy brown locks as fingertips brushed past her own ear lobes.
Emma sighed in pleasure as she clutched her former lover close. She deepened the kiss, moaning as the Aussie’s tongue played with hers. She felt the blonde’s fingertips slide from her hair. They danced down her neck to her back, where she squeezed tight, pressing their bodies even closer together. Emma in turn grabbed a handful of Margot’s thigh before running it up her body and fondling her breast.
“I want you,” Margot breathed, into her ear as she felt the Aussie’s fingers slide beneath the waistband of her shorts and into her panties.
“I want you too,” Emma said, looking down into Margot’s eyes as she took a deep breath. She felt the Aussie’s fingers gently rubbing against her throbbing pussy lips. Her eyes closed as she shuttered in anticipation. It was almost beyond belief how good it felt to be back in her lover’s embrace. Leaning closer, she turned her head to plant another soft, tender kiss—
“—The boss is a fucking genius the way he manipulates these stupid bitches,” came the boisterous voice of Ulu as he and the rest of the guards entered the bedroom.
Emma and Margot each jumped in surprise. The Aussie’s hand hastily withdrew from Emma’s shorts as Ulu, Ukuza, Taji and Thando looked at each other. Big, toothy grins spread across their faces as they each stopped in their tracks at the sight of the two women making out in bed. “You see what I mean?” Ulu said, gesturing to Margot and Emma wrapped in each other’s arms. “What was it? Two weeks ago, this one,” he motioned to Emma, “tossed the other into the punishment room to be raped. Now, here they are fucking like sluts…”
Ukuza, Taji and Thando laughed, as they continued on through the room as if nothing special were going on. They entered Alex’s closet and a moment later were in the elevator heading up.
The mood ruined, Emma disentangled herself from Margot’s embrace. Her cheeks were flush with embarrassment and she looked terribly chagrinned. She sat up, straightening her clothes. “That certainly puts a damper on things…”
“What the fuck…” Margot said, in disbelief. She sat up, her arms going around Emma’s shoulders. “Don’t listen to them,” she whispered. “I…you were just doing—”
“No,” Emma said, standing up. “I wasn’t. I was being selfish…” she wiped tears from her cheeks. “I still am.” She took a few steps towards the door. “I, I have to go… I just—just can’t.” She sniffled, took one more look at Margot over her shoulder then hurried out.
                                                  ***
Day 40 (10 a.m.)
The girls of Alex’s harem gathered in the hallway outside the restroom. They formed a line, as they always did, based on seniority, and their current rank. A line, which, due to events of the past few days, had drastically changed. At the front, was Margot Robbie. Second in line was Chloe Moretz. Following her, were Felicity Jones and Cara Delevingne, two relative newcomers. After them were the newly made level ones, Taylor Swift and Bella Thorne. Then, finally at the back of the line, was the newest member of the harem, Dove Cameron.
Dove felt nervous, uncomfortable, and underdressed in her oversized white tee-shirt, plain cotton panties, and bare feet. She, like the others, watched Bella Thorne step into the line with apprehension and unease. All knew what they had done to her, what their master had made them do, as punishment for the teen’s actions. Meanwhile the redhead knew that each of the girls standing in line around her had been guilty of relieving themselves on her while she was restrained in the port-a-potty. Needless to say, the silence filling the hallway, while odd, was not at all unexpected.
The redhead in turn glanced nervously at Taylor Swift, who was shifting and shuffling in place as if very uncomfortable. Bella thought she heard a quiet buzzing noise but couldn’t be sure. Then, suddenly, the former diva braced herself against the wall and gasped for breath, before slowly calming down. She looked around, embarrassment lighting her cheeks as Chloe snickered near the front of the line. The diva looked back at Bella for just a moment, sneered, then turned to face forward.
After that, the hallway once again grew quiet and Margot was the first to enter for weigh in. She found Emma sitting on the benches in the back of the restroom exactly where she always did. The harem mistress didn’t look up as she entered. She merely said, “whenever you’re ready,” without looking up from her note pad.
“Look, Em, maybe we should talk about what happened back there. I—”
“There’s nothing to say. I did something terrible to you. I believed it was justified, maybe it was… But that doesn’t change that fact that it hurt you...and I’m not sure—”
Margot interrupted whatever it was her former lover had been about to say by moving forward, taking her into her arms and kissing her passionately upon the lips. She clutched the Brit around her waist, pulling her close and deepening the kiss by thrusting her tongue past her lips. Emma immediately and, with a moan, sucked upon it as she wrapped her arms about the blonde’s neck. The two women clutched each other tightly as they kissed and groped at one another. When the kiss broke after a long, heated exchange, both shared a grin as their eyes met and they fought to catch their breath.
“I don’t care,” Margot breathed. “It happened in the past. What matters is how I feel about you now. How I hope you feel about me… That down here, all we have is each other, and that I want to face this with you, not fight against you…”
“Ok,” Emma responded, smiling and brushing the hair from Margot’s eyes, “but there’s a lot more to our situation than that…” She anxiously bit her lip. “There’s Chloe and the Master, there’s Felicity and Cara… Hell, just two days ago you were sure you were going to be with her…”
Margot’s hands slid off Emma’s waist. She took a step away, her eyes on the floor. “I…I see.”
“Look,” Emma said, taking the blonde’s hands in hers. “I’m not saying no. I’m saying we need to talk about this… figure out what’s best, for both of us.” She pressed her forehead against Margot’s and smiled at her, giving her hands a squeeze. “Ok?”
With a brave smile, Margot nodded, tears filling her eyes. “Ok.”
Emma gave her a soft kiss on the lips, returning the smile. “Let’s get through weigh in, then we can talk. Sound good?”
Again, Margot nodded. “Sounds good.”
“Good,” Emma said, in a whisper. She reached up and brushed the tears from Margot’s face. “Come on, it’s not so bad as all that,” she said brightly.
Margot again offered up a brave smile, feeling a surge of emotions towards her former lover. She then took a step back and began to strip off her clothes.
Emma retrieved her note pad from where she’d dropped it on the floor while they were kissing and sat back upon the bench. Where she then performed a quick and relatively dispassionate examination.
Afterwards, she left, and Chloe entered. In the hallway, she passed Cara and tried not to meet the hot blonde’s gaze. What they’d been through yesterday was still fresh in her mind, and while they’d come to an understanding, she still felt awkward about it. But, as she passed Felicity, the raven-haired Brit reached out and touched her arm. Margot looked down into her eyes, as the sexy Rogue One star smiled up at her. “I…” she lowered her voice to a whisper, which because of the silence everyone in the hallway could still hear, “…had fun last night. You think…could we talk after this is over?”
“Um…” Margot looked back at the restroom door. “…sure. Yeah, that would be fine. I guess.”
“Is something wrong?” Felicity asked, concern evident in her voice.
“Not wrong, exactly… It’s just, Emma wanted to talk to me when she was done.”
“Oh,” Felicity said, giving Margot’s arm a squeeze, “well why don’t you come find me after that? I’ll wait around the dorm till then.”
Margot agreed, and then made her way out into the main dorm. She passed through it, heading towards the door that led to the VIP section. But when she tried to enter, found her thumbprint wasn’t working. “Your Master,” came a deep feminine voice from the nearby terminal, “has given me instructions to inform everyone to wait in the main dorm room after weigh in for a special surprise. Until then, all access to the VIP area of the compound has been suspended. Thank you for your cooperation.”
The voice cut out and Margot gave the speaker a curious look. Since when did the Master have a female guard? She shrugged, passing it off and took a seat on one of the comfy sofas to await the arrival of everyone else.
Back in the hallway outside the restroom, the line moved steadily forward till eventually it was Bella’s turn. The redhead had found it odd that Taylor, who had gone in directly before she, had taken more than twice as long as everyone else and that the diva was nearly in tears when she did finally exit. She didn’t know it, but the former pop star was still being punished and required the harem mistress to unlock her chastity belt and let her use the restroom. She also didn’t know that Emma had triggered the vibrating punishment device as soon as she’d put Taylor back into it. The blonde passed by, giving her the cold shoulder and an even more frigid sneer as she did. Once again, Bella was sure she could hear a soft buzzing noise as her former lover stormed into the main dorm.
After Taylor passed her, Bella took a weary step forward. She felt horrible, humiliated, exhausted, and on the verge of tears. The last two days had been such a terrible experience, and if that wasn’t bad enough, everyone hated her. She could see it in their gaze as she waited her turn and felt it in the uncomfortable silence that had filled the hallway. Tears filled her eyes as she reached up to push the door open, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her. That hand belonged to Dove Cameron.
The sexy blonde teen offered her a timid smile. “I…” Her big, green eyes dropped to the floor and her hand fell to her side. “…I just wanted to say, that… I’m sorry for the part I played in your punishment.”
Bella didn’t know what to say, she was struck dumb. She stared for a moment at the former child star. It seemed so long ago that they had been bright, upcoming stars at the Disney channel. For Bella, it felt like a lifetime ago. “Thanks…” was all she could manage.
A moment of awkward silence followed before the redhead turned and entered the restroom for her weigh in. By now, the drugs Taji gave her had long since worn off, and there had only been enough in the vial for two doses, so it was with a weary, tired gait she stepped inside. Her legs were shaky and weak, and tears still filled her dark brown eyes. She wiped them away as she came to a stop before the harem mistress. “Strip,” commanded the Brit in an uncaring, imperious tone. Fresh tears fell to her face as she peeled the oversized white tee-shirt over her head, pulled down her panties and tossed both into a pile by her feet. When she was nude, Bella stepped upon to the scale near where the harem mistress sat, folded her hands over her pussy, stood up straight and waited.
Emma leaned forward and wrapped her hand around the redhead’s ankle. Slowly, she ran her hand up, gliding her fingertips up Bella’s perfectly sculpted legs. “Stubble,” she said, clearly disappointed. The Brit then pressed her fingers against Bella’s pussy. “More stubble…” She looked up at the teen, her gaze contemptuous. “When was the last time you shaved?”
“Two…two days ago, Mistress. I—I was—”
“Two days?” Responded Emma, surprised and disappointed. “You know very well that we are expected to keep our legs shaved. That we are only allowed to have pubic hair at the master’s permission. Explain your lack of hygiene.”
“I…” Bella’s voice trembled. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Her punishment was supposed to be over. But here it was continuing. “I was being punished. I was restrained. You know—”
“What about this morning?” interrupted the harem mistress. “Did you not have time this morning?”
“No, Mistress… the guards… they—”
“Enough excuses,” Emma demanded. “I’m marking you for negligence and will be recommending to the master that you are punished immediately.”
“No! Please!” Bella said, falling to her knees at Emma’s feet. “You can’t! I…I can’t.”
“Perhaps you should have thought about that before you failed to maintain the proper level of hygiene” Emma said, violently pulling away from where the redhead teen had grabbed her leg. “Now, gather your stuff and get out of my sight before I begin the punishment myself.”
Bella wailed pathetically. She rose slowly to her feet, wiping more tears from her cheeks. “Yes, Mistress,” she said, in heaving sobs. “I’m sorry, Mistress.” Emma didn’t look up from the notebook where she was furiously scribbling. Bella left, stepping down from the scale and scooping up her clothes on the way out. In shock and reeling from what just happened, she donned her uniform and moved into the hallway, passing a bewildered Dove Cameron as she did.
“Bella?” Dove called out to the teen as she shuffled past her in a daze. It was clear something had happened between her and the mistress. The raised voices she’d heard easily said as much. Dove turned to go after the redhead when she heard Emma’s voice callout “next,” instructing her to head inside. She’d have to find Bella later and try to make things right between them. They’d been somewhat friendly before, she didn’t see any reason why they still couldn’t. With that thought, she entered the restroom.
The harem mistress had gone easy on her yesterday, only taking her weight and making sure that she knew all the rules of life down here. Today, she would be expected to fully participate in weigh in. Dove found Emma sitting before a scale, notebook in hand, near the back of the restroom. The sexy Brit offered her a kind smile as she entered. “Anytime you’re ready,” she said, motioning to the scale.
Dove knew what was expected of her. Between the trip here in the shipping container and the constant reminders by Emma and the others she had been well prepared. Still, standing here on the cold tiles of the restroom in nothing but an oversized tee-shirt and panties, she felt butterflies flutter in her stomach. Nervous and shaking, she pulled the shirt over her head and dropped her panties around her ankles. Then, fully nude, she stepped up on the scale.
Emma leaned forward, she touched the blonde lightly on the shoulder. “Don’t be nervous. I don’t bite… much,” she added, laughing softly.
Dove tried to laugh along, but it came out as more of an anxious croak. “Ok…” She folded her hands around her waist and allowed the harem mistress to conduct her examination.
It didn’t take long. Emma started by taking her weight and then inspecting her legs and pussy for stubble. After that, the harem mistress checked her teeth and arm pits and did a visual check of her hair and makeup, ensuing it matched the picture the master had given her that first night and ended with giving her a chore assignment for the day.
“That’s everything,” Emma said brightly, standing up and gently stroking the blonde teen’s face. “Not so bad, right?”
Dove blinked back a few tears, shaking her head. “No, mistress.”
Emma brushed them away with her fingertips and offered her a smile. “Please, no tears, you’ll ruin your pretty make up.”
Nodding, Dove smiled bravely back. “Ye—yes, Mistress.”
“Please,” Emma responded, gesturing to Dove’s clothes indicating that she should get dressed, “you can call me Emma, or Em if you like.”
“It’s just…I heard you yelling at Bella… I was nervous you’d yell at me too.”
“Pish,” Emma said, waving the comment away. “Bella failed inspection. She has been a constant troublemaker from the moment she got here. You’re different. We’re going to be friends, remember?”
Dove pulled on her clothes and smiled back at Emma when she was finished. “I’d like that,” she said timidly.
Emma pulled the trembling teen into her arms, offering her a big, warm hug. “Of course.” As the hug broke, she stared into the blonde’s big green eyes and took her hand. “You want to spend the morning with me again, like yesterday?”
Dove nodded, squeezing Emma’s hand. “That sounds nice.”
“Good,” responded the Brit. “Let’s head into the main dorm and get some breakfast.”
They walked hand in hand towards the dorm. “I will need to go and talk to Margot shortly, but after that—” She broke off midsentence as they entered and found the entire harem assembled and waiting.
Margot and Felicity sat together on the big leather couch in the corner. They were talking quietly, Emma made note that they were holding hands. Chloe was lying face down on the area rug, playing with her iPod. Taylor sat in a recliner staring at the floor, a jealous, pained look on her face, while Bella was nearby on a love seat. The redhead looked tired and angry as she watched Chloe playfully kicking her feet in the air while she played some game. Last, was Cara. She sat away from the group in the kitchen, seemingly unaware of the tension in the air, the sexy blonde Brit had made a BLT sandwich and was eating it, a bored look on her face.
“What’s going on?” Emma asked of her, releasing Dove’s hand so she could join the others.
Cara shrugged and took another bite of her sandwich. “Master’s got some announcement or something? We’re to wait here till he arrives.”
“I see.” Emma took a seat at the table with Cara as Dove made her way towards the group. The harem mistress watched as her new protégé approached them. She saw the teen eyeing Bella as if she wanted to go to the ostracized member but thought better of it in the current circumstances. Instead, she sat on the floor next to Chloe and talked quietly with the teen about whatever game it was she was playing.
Emma watched the group for a moment, her eyes briefly meeting those of Margot Robbie. There was something there she couldn’t quite make out. Given the events of this morning, first in the master’s room, then during weigh in, she’d hoped the Aussie would be sitting alone waiting on her. But instead, she sat with Felicity. Emma didn’t know what to make of this. She wanted to go to the blonde and make her intentions known, but she didn’t know how that would affect Felicity.
Her fellow Brit needed a connection to the group and had apparently chosen Margot for that distinction. Emma was glad that it might mean Felicity was finally coming out of her shell, she only wished she’d chosen someone else… Emma bit her lip in consternation, knowing she’d been the catalyst for this. She knew Margot would want to help Felicity, it was her way, it was what Emma loved about her. She just hoped the price of her help wasn’t the relationship she’d hoped to rekindle.
There wasn’t much time for thought however, as a moment later, the door to the hallway that led to the punishment room opened.
                                                   ***
Day 40 (11 a.m.)
The master of the harem stood in the doorway. He was bare chested, as usual, and wore his white linen pants and slippers. He took a step forward, smiling at his girls. “Good morning, ladies. I trust you all slept well?” In his hand was a thick, braided, black, leather leash and behind him, a figured crouched in the darkness of his shadow.
Emma narrowed her gaze, trying to make out who or what it was.
“Oh, no…” she heard Dove Cameron cry out as their master took a few more steps forward, leading a girl on a leash as he walked.
“Ladies,” Alex said, looking to each of his girls in turn. I want to introduce you to the harem’s new pet. Everyone,” he said, pulling the leash lightly and bringing Ariana Grande forward, “meet Ari.”
Ariana Grande crawled out of the master’s shadow. She held her head high, almost haughty as she swayed on hands and knees. The former pop diva was dressed in an almost non-existent pleated skirt, high-heeled black leather boots that went up above her knees, and a fishnet top with a tiny bikini beneath it. More alarming, however, was atop her head, where she bore fluffy, black cat ears. Her hands, likewise, were covered in furry black gloves, stylized as cat’s paws, and was that a tail sticking out of the bottom of her skirt? She opened her eyes, looking around at the group as a king might survey his peasants and released a contemptuous “meow.”
The room was struck silent. All eyes were on the woman turned cat. Almost everyone looked shocked, stunned. No one moved or said anything as Ari moved forward, brushing her body against the master’s leg as she did.
The room was as silent as a graveyard at midnight. The assembled women looked around at one another. Each looking as appalled and aghast as the next. None could believe the master would reduce a human being to a pet. No one, however, was more upset than Chloe Moretz.
The tiny blonde teen hopped to her feet, a hurt, indignant look on her face. “No, no, no, no, no!” she howled, stomping her foot like a petulant child. “It’s not fair!” She threw her iPod to the floor, shattering into a dozen pieces and ran out of the room towards the restroom.
The teen’s outburst shook the rest of the room from its awe. The occupants blinked, once again turning their attention to Ari, a former pop mega star turned into a kinky sex cat. Collectively, they were afraid and outraged wondering how this happened, wondering if their master might do something similar to them if they didn’t continue to behave. Emma Watson was likewise silent. Like everyone else she thought this act was over the line… But unlike them, she was wondering how she could use it to her advantage.
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