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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+ MF Oral Anal Humil Drug Use
Day 40: (11 a.m.)
Ariana Grande crawled out of her master’s shadow. She held her head high, almost haughty, as she swayed forward on her 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. Atop her head she bore fluffy, black cat ears. her hands were covered by furry black gloves, stylized as cat’s paws. Wrapped tight around her neck was a thin, black leather collar emblazoned with the name ARI spelled out in cute gold letters. Finally, she had a long, thick, black tail sticking out of the bottom of her skirt. She opened her eyes, looked around at the assembled harem as a king might survey his peasants, and released a contemptuous “meow.”
The entire 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. She arched her back and swayed towards the group.
Suddenly, Chloe 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 it 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 began to look around at each other. Fear and outrage came from some. Others, like Emma were silent. Like everyone else, she thought this was over the line… But unlike them, she was wondering how she could use it to her advantage.
Alex watched Chloe go, a slow smile spreading on his lips as she stormed past him and into the restroom, where the faint sound of a door slamming could be heard from the main dorm. He turned his gaze back to the group and the glum looks on their faces. Chuckling softly, he walked toward Emma, leading Aricat on the leash as he did. “Cheer up ladies. It’s not like I plan to turn you all into cats…” He looked down at Emma and placed the leash in her hand. He gave her a wink and gently touched her cheek. “I’ll check on her,” he whispered. “You deal with them.” He briefly glanced over his shoulder at the group and headed after Chloe.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered, turning her eyes from him down to Ari. The girl/cat was purring softly and rubbing her neck against her leg. Emma felt her bottom lip tremble. Fear and outrage swelled up in her. What had Alex done to this once vibrant, exuberant girl? Torture… that was the simple answer. It was what he’d done to all of them. He transformed them into what he wanted them to be… It hurt her deeply that despite her desperate pleas he still treated the girls with such contempt. She wished he could show a little more conscientiousness, rather than continuing to torture them to get his way.
She felt a tear trickle down her face as Aricat pushed her head against her stomach, still purring away like a happy cat, convinced she had no other choice but to act as such. Emma sniffled softly, hoping that none of the others could hear. She wiped the tears from her face and steeled herself to be what she had to be to survive, then lifted her eyes brightly to the room and to the women who depended on her. “Awwww,” she beamed, “isn’t she so cute?” She laughed, pulling Ari up into her lap and scratching lightly behind her “ears.”
Appearing enthusiastic about Ari the cat was a concession. One of many Emma had been forced to make since being brought here. However, without such a response, it could appear that she and Alex were at odds. And, without presenting a united front to the harem, eventually her authority might be questioned. This would lead to some of the girls believing they could get away with small misbehaviors. Which would in turn lead to greater transgressions, and soon girls would be sent to the punishment room in droves to be raped or worse.
No, she had to endorse this travesty, if only to spare the others. One girl sacrificed for the betterment of the others. It was a high price and only time would tell if it was worth it.
Ari climbed halfway into Emma’s lap, brushing her head against her stomach and purring. She looked up and bit her lip coyly, then brushed her “paws” adorably against her “ears.” “Meow,” she cooed.
Emma laughed again. She began to pet Ari’s head and rub her neck in a loving fashion, beaming a second smile at the girls of the harem. Most still looked on in disbelief. Felicity leaned against Margot’s shoulder, seeking comfort in the closeness of her new lover. While the Aussie, in turn tightened her grip on the brunette’s hand. Taylor stood from the recliner she’d been sitting in. She crossed her arms in anger and was looking at Ari like she was seeing her own future in that prancing feline. Cara was staring at Emma as if she couldn’t believe she was endorsing this. She looked astonished and upset and pushed her unfinished sandwich away in disgust. Dove had sat back on the floor. She held a hand to her face, a pure look of disbelief on her face. In stark contrast to the others, Bella didn’t look remotely angry. Her reaction was more alarming. She appeared calm, unfazed, as if this was nothing more than business as usual in the harem. Maybe, Emma thought, she was right.
It made her sad to think about. She, and all the other ladies of the harem had fallen so far since being brought here. So far that only the complete transformation of a woman forced to play some sick role as a cat could shake them from complacency. Imprisonment, degradation, even rape barely caused a second thought in her and the others at this point. She wondered, after this, what the next terrible thing to shock them might be…
Out of necessity, Emma pushed these depressing thoughts from her mind. She began to pet Ari’s stomach as the feline stretched out on the floor, arching her back and purring at the Brit’s touch. “Come on guys,” Emma said, trying to sound enthusiastic, “she’s so cute, who wants to come pet her?” But, as she stroked the kitty’s belly, an even more disturbing thought crept into Emma’s brain. Ari makes one damn sexy kitty cat. Her eyes drifted from the adorable look on her face, the cute, sexy ears atop her head, down her body, past the tiny, fishnet clad bikini, over her tight, toned stomach, all the way down to her bald pussy, on display as she opened her legs and arched her back, then finally, fixated on her taut, sphincter, stretched tight and gripping the butt plug with a tail attached to it. She felt her pussy grow damn and twitch. Immediately, she regretted the thought. She wished she could take it back. But, it was in her head now, a seed of lust growing desire.
Margot reacted first. She stood up from the couch. “I refuse to be a part of this.” Her eyes met Emma’s, they were angry and, worse, disappointed. “And I can’t believe you would either.” She looked down at Felicity, “we can have that talk now… in my room, if you want?”
The brunette Brit nodded, glancing between Margot and Emma, a curious look on her face as she wondered what was going on between them. “Ok…” she said quietly. Margot led the way and the two of them went through the door into the VIP area, neither so much as looking back.
Bella, meanwhile, shrugged. “I’ll pet her, I guess.” She moved over and sat on the floor next to where Ari was careening under Emma’s fingers and began to stroke the former diva on her stomach. Her eyes went to what was holding the cat’s tail in place, widening when she figured it out. “Is that a buttplug?” she whispered, looking up at Emma.
“I’m out.” Cara said, standing away from the table. As the only other person in the room who could leave, she did, moving expeditiously towards her bed room.
Taylor and Dove as level one’s couldn’t leave. But the diva touched the other blonde on her shoulder. “Want to come exercise with me?”
Dove nodded enthusiastically, as if she’d rather be anywhere else right now than in this room and watching as her former friend was reduced to little more than an animal. “Yes, please.” She took the singer’s offered hand and, after being helped to her feet, the two left for the only place they could flee.
Bella again looked up at Emma. She tilted her head in curiosity. “What was their problem?”
Emma fought the urge to scream. There had been so many atrocities since they all came to live down here. She did her best to keep the girls in line so that they knew the penalties for misbehaving, so that when those punishments did arrive, hopefully they would be mitigated and meet the expectations of those breaking the rules. She thought she’d had a good handle on Alex and thought she had everything figured out. Aricat was a very clear message. There was nothing their master wouldn’t do to keep them in line. To make sure that fear ruled the harem and kept his concubines in line. He loved and cared for them, of that she had no doubt, but he just couldn’t seem to understand that affection and devotion would form far stronger, longer lasting bonds, than trying to strong arm these girls into being his possessions. “I…I don’t know, Bella. I just don’t know.”
The redhead shrugged as she continued to rub Ari’s belly. “I mean what did they expect coming from a guy who just imprisoned someone in a port-a-potty for two full days?”
Emma looked down on the teen, pity filling her eyes. “Bella, I’m sorry I was so hard on you at weigh in this morning.” She reached down and gently stroked her cheek, offering her a kind smile. “I’ll make you a deal. You take care of that hygiene problem by tomorrow’s weigh in, and I won’t mention it to the master.”
The redhead smiled back, her fingertips lightly brushing Ari’s bellybutton. “Yes, mistress,” she sighed, turning her head into Emma’s hand.
“I’m going to leave you to play with Ari. I want to check up on Chloe. Will you be alright?”
“We’ll have some fun, mistress,” Bella said, rolling onto her back and pulling Ari on top of her. “Isn’t that right, Ari” she said, speaking like one would to a child. Ari straddled the teen, meowed, and the two began to play wrestle like children.
                                             ***
Alex followed Chloe to the restroom and could hear her crying softly as he approached the door. As he pushed his way in, the sobbing stifled. He heard the blonde sniffle and saw her turn away from him on the benches and face the wall. She wiped her face, shoulders hunched, and drew her knees up to her chest as he took a seat behind her. “Something wrong?” he whispered, pressing his lips to her ear, his nose into her hair, and lightly placing his hands on her thighs.
“No,” she croaked.
“I don’t believe you,” he said, running a finger inside her gym shorts and gently touching her pussy.
His soft touch and enticing voice did not have the affect he thought it would. The teen violently stood up and twisted from his grasp. “Fine!” she shouted. “Something is wrong.” She folded her arms over her chest, shying away from him and pressing her back against the wall. “It’s not fair!”
“What’s not fair?” He scooted forward on the bench till he was again next to her and took her hands trying to show her his concern. “Ari?”
Tears welled in her impossibly green eyes. Her thick, pouty lips trembled as she looked up at him. “Yes…” she stammered, “…you…you like her more than me…” As she spoke, her eyes again went to the floor and she wiped the freshly fallen tears from her cheeks.
“Come on, Chloe,” he said, giving her hands a soft squeeze. “That simply isn’t true. Why would you say that?”
The teen flinched when he used her name and she withdrew one of her hands from his grasp in order to wipe more tears from her face. “If… if that were true, why does Ari get to be a slutty kitty cat? And I, I just want to be your Toy. Be the mistress’s Toy… and you’re making me be Chloe…” She sobbed and again tears fell to her face. Then, she flung herself against her master, burying her face in his chest and beginning to cry in earnest.
“I understand,” he whispered, folding her in his arms and letting her cry. “You want a part to play too. Have your own little role all to yourself.” Chloe nodded against his chest, sniffling, but not letting up with the tears. Alex held her there while he thought about the problem. Several minutes passed before he heard someone coming in behind him. He looked over his shoulder and saw Emma Watson. The mistress of his harem looked tired and unsure. Obviously, she was concerned about her nubile little slave girl and raised a questioning eyebrow as a silent inquiry and took a seat on a second nearby bench.
Alex patted Chloe’s back, trying to comfort her. “I think I have an idea,” he said after a moment. He glanced over to Emma, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He mouthed the words, “go along with it.” Then in a clear, authoritative voice called out, “Pineapple.”
Chloe shuttered at the sound of the word. Her pussy clenched, and she let out a ragged moan as she nearly orgasmed from it alone. She stood up, her head tilted submissively downward and her hands folded over her crotch as she a waited a command from her master.
Emma too felt her pussy tighten at the words from her master. In many ways, Toy was more her doing than Alex’s. She’d taught the teen to be a sub in his absence and had faced a hard truth when she realized how much it had turned her on to do so. Alex might have given Chloe the safe words, but she never would have accepted them without the training Emma began. At the same time, she knew that Alex had enjoyed playing with her Toy, despite his initial objections and, it felt weird to think they might finally play with her together.
Standing up too, Alex moved away from the benches. He paced back and forth across the floor, leaving Toy to stand there and Emma to contemplate what might happen next. He let the teen stand for a long moment, hoping she might act out of character. A few minutes later, she could no longer hold still, both from the pressure and from being slightly out of practice. She shifted, rubbing her thighs together and moaning softly from the pleasure.
The second her baser urges betrayed her, Alex acted. “We’re done playing games,” he hollered. “You’re not a Toy, not a very good one anyway.” He stepped up to her and roughly squeezed her tiny boobs. “You’re not much of a woman either,” he sneered. “Look at these, its barely worth calling them tits.”
Toy/Chloe let out a pathetic wail as her master roughly handled her. “Master,” she sniffled. “Please, let me try… I want to be your Toy…”
“No!” Alex gruffly responded. “That game is over. It’s time for something new.” He looked over to Emma. “Bring me this slut’s makeup kit and hair products.” He then roughly grabbed Chloe by the wrist and hauled her out into the center of the restroom floor. “Strip,” he commanded. “These clothes are meant for the women of my harem and we’ve already established you don’t count.”
The blonde teen hesitantly removed her clothes, sobbing and wheezing like a child while she did it. Her shirt and little gym shorts hit the floor followed by her slinky red panties. She kicked them away and stood there, arms folded over her crotch and tears rolling down her face. She was naked. Naked, except for one thing, the thick black collar decorated with bold silver that spelled out her name, Toy.
Alex moved in front of her. He lifted her chin till she looked him in the eye. She sniffled as tears ran down her cheeks. “All of it,” he said coldly, reaching up as he spoke, his fingers deftly brushed against the collar.
“But…Master?” she sniveled, her lips trembling.
He turned, facing away from her and clasp his hands behind his back. “Remove that collar, Chloe, or I will. And I promise, you don’t want me to do it.”
“Master…” she squeaked, “please…please don’t make—”
“Now!”
Chloe cried out, a pathetic little yelp that was filled with far more despair than the tiny sound would suggest. A sob wracked her whole body. She shook all over as she raised weak, trembling hands to the collar. Tears rolled down her face and she began to take deep gasping breaths as she fumbled with the clasp.
By the time she was done, and the collar lay at her feet, she looked terrible. Snot was dripping from her nose, tears were falling from her chin, and her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Standing there, she looked weak and humiliated, knees wobbling and crying like a newly admonished seven-year-old. Alex noted, however, that her nose wasn’t the only thing dripping. Chloe got off on being treated this way and a significant puddle had formed by her feet from where her pussy juices were dribbling down her legs.
Alex let her stand there while he stared. He said nothing, only watched her closely, scrutinizing every shift of her feet, every hunch of her shoulders, every wipe of her chin. In other words, doing his very best to make her feel humiliated and small. Soon enough, Emma returned with Chloe’s makeup bag, her soap, shampoo, and hair brush from her room. He took the teen’s hand as she entered the restroom and led both girls into the shower area. He pushed Chloe into an open stall and ordered her to clean herself up. “And leave that curtain open. I want to keep an eye on you.”
He pulled Emma into his arms and leaned against the wall as Chloe washed up in the shower. He smiled down at her as she leaned her head against his chest and brushed a stray strand of hair from her eyes. “I trust the others are still upset about Ari?”
She nodded and stole a glance at Chloe showering. “All except Bella,” she said, looking back up at him. “They were resting on a couch when I passed through the main dorm.” Emma smiled, “Bella had gotten her a little bowl of milk. Ari was drinking from it while Bella was petting her on the couch.”
“It was cute?” Alex asked, as he idly rubbed Emma’s back, holding her against him.
“If I wasn’t still so mad at Bella for what she did to Cara, I’d call it downright adorable.” Emma shifted her gaze to watch Chloe. She breathed in her master’s scent, feeling her own pussy twinge at being so close to him. She was mad at him too for the dehumanizing way he planned for Ariana Grande to live, but she was also determined to reserve judgment until she knew the whole story. In the past, he’d proven that he somehow knew exactly what each of them needed to live down here. Maybe Ariana was into something she couldn’t yet understand.
“I’m sure it was quite the sight.”
They clung to each other for several minutes while Chloe showered. Emma made sure Alex remembered he was supposed to meet with her and Cara later today. Then Alex gave her the short version of why Ariana’s initiation had gone so roughly and that he thought she was going to very much enjoy living like a cat. He also filled her in on Ari’s schedule. That it would be much different from the other girls, and that Emma would be responsible for making sure she was adhering to it.
At one point, Alex broke away from Emma’s grasp when he thought Chloe was spending a little too much time “cleaning” her pussy. “That’s enough of that, young lady! I said clean up, not get off.” She looked up, embarrassment flooding her cheeks before looking back to the floor in shame and going back to cleaning.
When she was done in the shower, Alex sent Emma after a box in one of the storage rooms and ordered the teen to dry off and join him in the back part of the restroom. She had more or less recovered from the emotional state she’d been in when this whole thing started by the time she took a seat, naked, in front of her master on one of the benches. “What…what are you going to do with me now, Master?” she asked, eyes cast to the floor.
“You want a role to play right?” He said, with a kind smile as he stroked her cheek. “Something that’s somewhere between Toy and Ari, right?”
“I guess so, Master,” she said shyly, curling her face against his hand. “I just don’t want to be Chloe anymore…”
“Come on, what’s wrong with Chloe?” He pulled the frightened teen into his lap, pressed his hands against her back, and pulled them close together. Then he leaned in and rested his forehead against hers. “I happen to think she’s pretty great.”
“She’s weak, Master.”
“I don’t think so. Did you know you were one of the first people I thought of when I was making a list of celebrities that I wanted to bring into my new home?”
“I was?” she said, pulling away and looking up at her master in surprise. “Why?”
“Well,” he said, smiling and giving her nose a quick flick of his finger, causing her beam a smile. “You’re beautiful. You have this sultry innocence that’s truly unique. Plus, I thought you were strong. There was something about you I couldn’t quite nail down, and while that could be scary down here since it also made you a bit of a wild card…” He leaned forward and kissed her cheek near her ear and whispered, “it also made me, more than anything, want to figure you out.”
“You did?” She said, again smiling shyly at her master’s touch.
“Very much so.”
“And…” she said, licking her full lips and leaning against her master’s chest, “did you… figure me out, I mean?”
“I did,” he said simply. “At least, I think so.”
“What…what did you find out?”
“Before I tell you,” he said, pulling back some and looking her in the eye, “answer me this. Do you trust me?”
Chloe bit her lip. It was so adorable, that look of consternation on her face as she sucked on that full pouty bottom lip. She nodded slowly, then said in a bright and perky voice: “Uh huh… Of course, Master.”
“Good,” he said, stroking her cheek. “That’s my good girl. Now, close your eyes and do not open them till I say.”
“Master?” She said, her eyes growing wide with concern.
“No more of that,” Alex said gruffly, gripping her chin tight and looking her right in the eyes. “You’re not to call me that anymore.”
Chloe’s eyes filled with tears, her lips trembled, she was sure she’d done something wrong. “But…”
“I said, close your eyes. Now, do as you’re told, or I’ll ground you to an empty bedroom for a few days… How would you like that?”
In answer, Chloe Moretz snapped her eyes closed and ceased talking. She folded her hands in her lap as Alex pushed her onto the bench and took a deep breath as he spun her around to face the open light of the room. Her heart was beating a mile a minute with excitement as she heard her master crack open the makeup kit, wondering what new degradation he was going to subject her to.
Alex was no makeup artist, but in this case that worked in his favor. He spent a few minutes applying the girl’s cosmetics, brushing her hair, and styling it in a whole new way. Emma returned as he was finishing up. She took one look at Chloe’s new look and nearly laughed. She handed Alex the box and whispered in his ear, “I think I understand now. When I first saw what was in here, I wasn’t quite sure…”
He leaned over and gave her a kiss. “Do you like it?”
“Like it?” Emma said, looking Chloe over, “Its brilliant.”
“Good,” he said, smiling. “Then pick out something for this little girl to wear.”
Emma picked out some suitable attire and, with Alex’s help, dressed Chloe up in her new outfit. When they were done, Alex led her over to a mirror and told her to open her eyes. The blonde teen took one look and a huge smile beamed on her face. Her hair was done up in pigtails, and her makeup that of a young girl who didn’t know what she was doing. It was a little over the top but that could be fixed later. She was dressed in a bright pink tee-shirt that was about one size too small and in black letters scrawled across the chest, read: Daddy’s Little Princess, in cool cursive lettering. The tee showed off just the barest hint of her belly. Below that, she had on a cute little polka-dot covered, frilly pink skirt and dark pink leggings, with pink Uggs on her feet. “Mas—” she half said, looking over at him in confusion.
“From now on,” he said, offering her a teddy bear, “you’re to call me Daddy.”
“And,” Emma added stepping up next to Alex and handing Chloe a big lollipop, “I’m going to be your Mommy.”
“Da—daddy?” Chloe took a step closer to Alex and Emma, she took the offered teddy bear from him and the lollipop from her. “Mommy?”
“That’s right,” Alex said, in an authoritative voice. “And you’re my little princess. Aren’t you?”
Chloe felt, maybe for the first time in her life, truly in her element. This role was the perfect mix of cock tease and submissive slut for her personality. She cast a shy gaze to the floor and shifted her feet as if uncomfortable under such scrutiny. Her eyes closed and she squeezed her thighs together, feeling her pussy tingle. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
“Good,” he patted her head and ran his fingers tenderly down her cheek, lifting her face when they reached her chin. Chloe looked up at him, her big green eyes innocent and timid. It made Alex’s cock stir to think about all the depraved things he might do with his new “daughter.” “There are just a couple more things. A few rules you’re going to have to follow. You’re not a little girl anymore, right? You’re ready to be Daddy’s big girl?
Chloe nodded her head coyly. She dropped her head just enough to take her daddy’s thumb into her mouth and sucked on it enticingly as she clutched her teddy close. Her other hand, however, dropped near her waist, and Alex noticed she was pressing the end of the lollipop against her crotch.
Alex grabbed her arm and yanked it away from her pussy. “None of that, young lady. The first rule of being Daddy’s Little Princess is you’re not allowed to masturbate or orgasm without your mommy or daddy giving you permission.”
“But—”
“No buts!” He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and looked her right in the eye. “If I catch you playing with yourself or having any orgasms without being given permission, I can promise you that you’ll envy what Taylor is going through right now… Understand?”
Chloe’s lower lip trembled, and her eyes filled with tears. She hadn’t considered that being a Princess would be so hard. “…Yes, Daddy,” she said, in halting sobs.
“Good.” He released her shoulders and continued. “Now, it goes without saying that big girls like you don’t dress like the women of the harem. You’ll go with your mommy to the supply room and you’ll pick out some suitable attire. I better not catch you dressing like an adult. That also means you’ll have your Teddy with you at all times, I suggest giving him a name.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Finally, A big girl shouldn’t be sleeping in her mommy’s room, right? I’m going to promote you to level 4 and give you your own room.” When he said that, she looked up, her face beaming. “But, only under the following conditions. If you deviate from them, you’ll be back to level 1.”
“Of course, Daddy. I can be a good girl.”
“Condition one: Much like Ari and her kitty cat role, you are to maintain the image of being a little girl at all times. Personally,” he said, raising a hand and stroking her cheek, “I think it was a role you were born to play. Nonetheless, dropping this façade at any time or failure to dress appropriately will violate our agreement.” Chloe just nodded her head and squeezed her Teddy close with both arms as she waited for her daddy to continue. “Condition two: Unless your mommy or daddy gives you permission you are not to engage in any sexual activity, which most certainly includes having an orgasm.” This condition didn’t seem to sit as well with her, but again she nodded her head. “Finally, condition three: You are to treat all adults in the harem as authority figures, think of them as your aunts or cousins. You can decide individually who falls into which category. But you will listen to them should they tell you to do something. If you’re being rowdy, for example, and they tell you to go to your room, you’re to do so. Or if you misbehave and they put you in a time out, you’re to stand with your nose in the corner till they release you. If in punishment…or otherwise, they decide to play with your sexy little pussy… remember, rule number 2 is always in effect.”
“But…Daddy…” She said, frowning overdramatically and stomped her foot. Obviously, the last rule was particularly difficult for her to accept, especially given how she’d treated some members of the harem in the past.
“I said no buts. You either agree to these terms, or you go back to being level 1 and plain old boring Chloe.”
“Fine!” she said, pouting.
“Fine? No,” he grabbed her chin and looked her in the eye. “Answer me the right way.”
She looked up at him, her eyes shifting away in nervousness and embarrassment. “Daddy…” she began slowly, “I agree to your terms.”
“Good girl.” Alex released her chin and instructed her to come with him to get settled into her new room and then to go with Emma to pick out her new wardrobe. In the main dorm, he made her clean up the remnants of her shattered iPod and watched Ari stalk into the exercise room, leaving Bella napping on the couch. He hoped Taylor and Dove were ready to be ambushed by a sexy cat… The thought gave him a grin.
Soon Chloe had cleaned up her mess and she went with Alex and Emma to her new room in the VIP wing. Once he had her set up, he had one last piece of business to conduct. “Alright, young lady, there’s just one more thing before I leave you with Mommy to go and pick out your new clothes.”
“Yes…Daddy,” she said nervously."
He sat down at the chair in her room. “Get over here and drop your skirt.”
“But…Daddy.”
“You broke your iPod today. You have to be punished for that.” He crossed his arms giving her a stern look. In truth, it took all his willpower to maintain it. Secretly, he was enjoying this and he had to fight to keep the smile from his lips.
“Honey,” Emma said, trying very much to sound like a wife addressing her husband about their misbehaving child, “don’t you think she’s been through enough today?”
Alex looked up at Emma, this time he couldn’t hide the smile from his face. He loved the way this was going. “No,” he said, fighting the smile from his lips back into a frown. “We have to teach our bad little girl that there are consequences for misbehaving. I think a little spanking is just what she needs.”
“You heard your daddy,” Emma said, looking at Chloe with a resigned frown. “Drop your skirt and get over there.”
“Okay, Mommy…” Chloe shifted nervously, but lowered her skirt and leggings to the ground, stepped out of them, and went to her daddy. She bent over his knees, lifted her perfect, tiny ass into the air, presenting it for spanking. “But…not too hard…Daddy…please.”
Alex said nothing as she bent over his knees. He cupped a handful of her sweet backside before bringing his hand back and then down in a hard slap. The teen turned little girl let out a high-pitched little squeal as her daddy’s hand struck home and squirmed in his lap. “Daddy…” she gasped. Ignoring her, Alex struck her again and then again. On the third whack, his hand came away wet and he realized his little girl’s pussy was dripping in sweet pussy juice.
“Are you getting off on this, young lady?” He said, bringing his damp hand down in a vicious slap that was twice as painful due to the liquid on his palm.
“No,” she cried in delight. “Yes!” she screamed, as her daddy’s hand again struck home. “What I meant was I didn’t come, Daddy, I promis—ISE!” Alex struck her a sixth time. By now, Chloe’s backside was red and her inner thighs slick.
“You better not have,” he said, bringing his hand down again. Alex added in three more whacks before his hand came to a rest on her bottom. It was red and warm from the blows. He looked over at Emma and motioned her closer with his eyes.
As Alex was softly rubbing her ass, reveling in the warmth and the handprints, Emma licked her fingers and, when she drew near, slowly stuffed them into her “daughter’s” soaking cunt. Chloe shuttered and moaned. It took every ounce of her willpower not to cum. “How’s that feel, Baby Girl?”
“So good, Mommy.” She squirmed as Emma carefully pushed them in to the hilt then slowly withdrew them about half way out. “May…” Chloe said, gasping and squirming. “May—I!” she squealed as suddenly Alex brought his hand down, spanking her ass again. Then, in a heated rush, she said, “may I please cum?”
“I don’t know, what do you think, honey?” Emma said, looking to Alex, a huge, brilliant grin on her face.
“Hmmm, she is being a very good girl, don’t you think?”
“Mmmmhhhh,” Emma cooed, as she pushed her fingers in teasingly slow. “She sure is.”
Chloe was practically on the verge of tears as her mommy’s fingers nearly bottomed out inside her. “Please—!” But, her pleas were interrupted because Alex brought his hand down in a wicked strike as soon as Emma’s fingers were fully inserted.
Alex left his hand resting where it struck, he squeezed her tush softly, and said. “Maybe she should show us her little pink asshole, then we could let her cum.” He removed his hand as Chloe reached up with both of hers and pulled her butt apart, revealing her pert, puckered tiny butthole.
“Maybe I please come now, Daddy?”
“I’ll leave that up to your mommy, she seems to be enjoying this even more than me.”
Emma mouthed, “give her a few seconds,” then she leaned in. Her tongue darted from her mouth and she took a long, slow lap at her daughter’s rosebud as she moved her fingers back and forth at a teasing pace. Chloe began to sob as Emma gently tongue fucked her asshole and deeply probed her little pussy with two fingers.
Alex let this go on for ten or fifteen seconds until Chloe was weeping in pain and pleasure. Her little pussy was sloppy wet, its juices flowing down her legs in tiny little rivers. Meanwhile, tears fell from her chin and little snot bubbles were forming in her nose from her heavy breathing. It was clear holding herself back was excruciating. When he thought she could take it no longer, he said. “Three.”
With that, Emma picked up on the intent that he would give her permission in three seconds. She redoubled her efforts, jamming her tongue as deep in to Chloe’s rectum as she possibly could and began to work her fingers at a much quicker rate. “Two.” Alex stuffed four fingers into Chloe’s gaping mouth, momentarily stifling her sobbing moans. He began to thrust them into her throat as Emma continued to work her two holes.
“One,” Chloe lost all control of her body, she began to shutter all over, only holding back the orgasm by sheer force of will alone. Her legs were squirming, her body convulsing. Alex had to put one hand on her back and force her into his lap or he was sure she would have fallen to the floor and flopped around like a fish out of water. He continued to stuff her mouth with his fingers, drawing out the countdown an instant longer than should have been.
Chloe, with four fingers stuffed in her mouth let out a pathetic cry as Emma pumped her pussy and licked her asshole. It was obvious she wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. “You have my permission to come.”
However, as Alex began to speak, Emma, on a back thrust, yanked her fingers free and shoved them both deep into her ass in one thrust. Lifting her other hand to squeeze the teen’s clit hard as she did. Chloe yelped and jumped in surprise. The sound that came from her mouth was muffled due to the fingers and drool in her mouth.
The sentence finished at last, and Chloe came, hard. She bucked and shuddered on her daddy’s lap, being held in place only by his steadying hand on her back. Her pussy exploded, spraying thick girl cum in a wide, heavy blast. She moaned deep and loud, even with four fingers in her mouth. It took her several minutes to calm down as Emma slowly ceased her thrusting, pinching and licking. By the time she pulled her digits free and stopped entirely, Chloe was little more than a lifeless lump of exhausted girl, taking shallow, contented gulps of air.
Emma smiled at Alex and she offered him her fingers. He shook his head with a smile. She shrugged and sucked them into her mouth, watching his eyes burn with lust as she slurped each digit clean. When she was done, she leaned in and kissed him. It was deep and passionate. They clutched each other tight. After this kiss broke, Emma looked him over. “You about ready to get out of here…Daddy?”
Alex grinned, “Sure thing, babe. Where are we going?”
“You’re going back to your room. I’m going to get Cara. Then we’re going to convince you to give her a promotion.”
“You sure she’s up for that? She didn’t seem too impressed with Aricat.”
“Let me worry about that,” she grinned and stood up. Her shirt and pants were covered in Chloe’s cum. “I may have to change first,” she said, looking down at it and laughing.
Alex shrugged. “Okay.” He lifted Chloe in his arms as he stood up and carried her over to the bed. Emma pulled down the covers as her master placed the teen into bed. She tucked the girl’s teddy into the crook of her arm, then pulled the blankets up tight around her chin.
“Sleep well, sweetie,” she said, kissing Chloe lightly on the forehead.
Alex kissed her lightly as well, and the little blonde teen smiled sleepily and gave the plush bear a squeeze but didn’t wake. He then whispered, “I hope you know, you owe Daddy a blowjob.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, still out like a light.
“Don’t worry,” Emma said, gently wrapping her hand around the bulge in his pants, “Cara and I will take care of this thing for you.”
“You better,” he said, grinning.
They left, Alex returning to his room to clean up and wait for Emma. The harem mistress to change clothes and talk to Cara.
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Day 40 (Noon)
Bella Thorne rubbed her eyes and sat up on the sofa, she must have dozed off. With a yawn, she stretched her arms above her head and looked to see if Ari was still sleeping next to the couch. Her little dish of milk was there, but the sexy cat was gone. She worked her mouth open and closed as the effects of sleep began to wear off. Her throat was so dry, and she felt so tired. In fact, ever since being released from the port-a-potty yesterday, she hadn’t quite felt like herself.
She rubbed her face and got up to get a glass of water. Maybe she’d feel better if she ate a little something? Still, it wasn’t hunger that she felt, more like an odd sensation of emptiness. She felt lackluster, lethargic, like everything was moving in slow motion and she couldn’t quite figure out why.
Plodding toward the kitchen, her bare feet slapped softly on the tile floor as she idly brushed a hand through her hair and yawned again. She reached the fridge and opened it up, grabbed a water from inside, popped the top and took a deep drink. As she swallowed the cool, crisp liquid, suddenly the door to the hallway, leading to the punishment room, opened. Standing there, was Taji, one of the master’s guards.
He grinned as she jumped in surprise and beckoned her closer. “Over here.”
Bella froze, assuming she must be in trouble again. “Look,” she said, slowly backing away, “Emma said I was in the clear as long as I shaved by tomorrow…”
“It’s not about that. I’ve got a little treat for you.”
Suddenly, Bella knew what this was about. “You…you’ve got some more coke for me?” She bit her lip anxiously, feeling very much in need of another pick me up.”
Taji grinned, “you want some more?”
“What, what if I did?” she asked, inching closer to the big guard.
“It’ll cost you.”
Bella’s big, dark eyes grew wide with fear even as they sparkled with need. “Wh—what?”
“The same price as last time,” he said, grabbing a handful of his crotch.
“All…all of you?” she questioned cautiously. She was nervous of the answer, but still came near enough for Taji to reach out and grab her.
He grinned and touched her face. “Just me this time, slut.” He cupped her chin and took a moment to admire her amazing body, even such as it was in that ridiculous oversized tee. Licking his lips in anticipation, he stepped back into the hallway. “You follow me if you want some. If not just close the door and go back to your couch.”
Bella watched as the huge guard went further down the hall. He disappeared into one of the storage rooms, leaving the hall empty. She wrung her hands together nervously. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this… Last time had been a one-time thing, just something she needed to get through being punished. But that rush, that feeling of power, the euphoria, it was all too much. She needed to feel that again. Against her better judgment, she followed him, pulling the door closed behind her and heading into the storage room.
He was waiting for her when she entered, the vial already in his hand. She took it from him, a sultry, shy smile coming to her face. “Just a blowjob, right?”
Taji released the vial with a nod. “Just a blowjob… this time.”
“This time?”
He laughed a deep throaty chuckle. “This shit makes you feel good, no? You’re going to want that feeling again, and next time, I’m going to want at that little teen pussy.”
Fucking one of the master’s guards for drugs… What had she become? Little more than a prostitute it would seem. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this. It was sure to be discovered and she would be punished again. Who knows what the master would do to her for a third punishment? But in in the moment, she didn’t care. All she could see was the vial, all she felt was a strange, burning need to put Taji’s big black dick in her mouth. And, if she had to fuck him next time… so be it. She could be a prostitute for the feeling the drugs in that vial gave her.
“Ok,” she agreed, her voice desperate. “But next time, I want more than two doses.” She unscrewed the top and took the two hits, one into each nostril, shuttering in a near orgasm from the sensation. “Agreed?”
Taji lowered his pants, stepping out of them as he pulled his shirt overhead. “Let’s see how you do here first.”
Bella tossed the empty vial to the floor and yanked her shirt off. She turned and peeled her panties down her legs slowly, showing Taji her tight teen cunt and her firm round ass. “Trust me,” she said, looking at him from between her legs as she ran a hand up her thigh and touched her pussy. “You’re going to love this.”
The big guard gulped as she turned back around and lowered herself onto her knees.
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Afterwards, Taji escorted Bella back to the main dorm. He took the empty vial with him as he left, returning to the surface. He entered a storage room next to the command center and opened a small, rectangular white box on a shelf near the back. He placed the empty vial back inside and closed the lid.
Marked in clear black lettering on the top of the box was the word ARCADIA.
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