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

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Disclaimer:
The following is a work of fiction. It is not, in any way, intended to reflect reality. It is purely a fantasy originating in the deepest recesses of my mind. While real people do appear in this work, I, the writer of this work, in no way wish to see these individuals actually put in any situation contained therein. Furthermore, I do not, in any way, shape, or form, condone rape, kidnapping, violence, or any of the other questionable acts that appear herein. This work is not intended to endorse or condone anyone who would perform such vile acts. Anyone who would do any such a thing to a real-life person deserves punishments reserved only for those in the deepest circle of hell. In addition, I do not know, nor have I ever met Emma Watson, Margot Robbie, Taylor Swift, Bella Thorne, Chloe Moretz, Felicity Jones, Cara Delevingne, Dove Cameron or Ariana Grande. The versions of them that appear in this story are fictional and purely based on their celebrity persona. I apologize if that offends you. My intention is only to entertain. Finally, I make no money from the distribution of this work.
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Day 40 (11:30 a.m.)
From the moment Felicity Jones sat down next to her on the couch, Margot knew the Brit was into her. From the shy way she took her hand and said nothing, to how she leaned against her, seeking comfort when Ari was unveiled. It was clear, even though she was a little older than Margot, that it would be up her to help the Brit break out of her shell and become a part of the harem. If not, she would likely retreat further, and the result could be disastrous.
That was why, when she took her hand, and led her from the main dorm, she was very glad the Brit had accompanied her. Margot was angry at Emma, at the Master, but at the same time, she felt strongly that she wanted to help Felicity. She wanted her to become an integral part of the harem and to keep her away from any more atrocities in the punishment room.
It had been just over two weeks now and it seemed so long ago when Margot and Felicity shared that awful, brutal moment together. But she felt closer to her because of it and hoped the brunette did too. Their shared rape had been a strange empathetic moment of bonding and oddly, the experience didn’t remind her of the incident, instead, it made her feel closer to the woman holding her hand. She led Felicity away from the main dorm, smiling down at her with the thought of helping her and wondering what that journey would do for them as new friends, as well as what it would do to her relationship with Emma.
She was determined not to look back and see her former lover endorsing the horrendous tragedy of Ariana Grande’s transformation into a cat. It was bad enough her master had so little conscious that he could do that to a person. But Emma, she knew better. She was only doing it to curry favor with the master so she could keep her position. This was no different than when she had turned Chloe into a submissive slut to keep her in line while he was gone.
That thought, however, made Margot stop in her tracks. She turned back to the now closed door to the main dorm. Felicity stopped behind her, looking up at her in concern. “Chloe… she liked being a sub…”
“Pardon,” Felicity said. The Aussie’s voice had been but a whisper, and now she looked confused. “Do you not want to—”
Margot beamed a smile. “Don’t you see,” she laughed, “Ari must want to be a cat. Even if she doesn’t realize it. I bet the master somehow knew… knew she’d enjoy it.”
“I don’t get— How could anyone enjoy being treated like an animal…less than one…”
“I’m not saying I understand it.” She bit her lip as she looked into Felicity’s gorgeous green eyes. “The Master… I’m sure you must realize… he just has this way of knowing things about people. Things they want…things they’ll get off on. He knew Chloe would love being a sub. That’s why he let it continue when he returned. He knew Emma needed to be in charge of things…” She swallowed nervously. “He…he knew I was the caring, empathic one.” Margot pulled Felicity into her arms. The shocked Brit let out a cute little yip as she was suddenly pressed against the hallway wall. The blonde stroked the hair from her eyes and smiled down at her.
Felicity gulped and took a deep breath. The closeness of the other woman was making her terribly excited. “What are you saying?” She found her arms moving up to encircle the blonde’s waist, found her licking her own lips, hoping she’d kiss her.
“I’m saying,” she smiled and ever so gently kissed Felicity. “Maybe… maybe we were all meant to come here… meant to discover these things about ourselves, things that we never would have otherwise.” She pulled the Brit close, looked into her eyes, their lips mere centimeters apart. “I mean, doesn’t this feel right?”
Felicity had to admit this—being in Margot’s arms, the soft touch of her lips when they met, the closeness of her body, feeling her breasts gently pressing against her own—felt good. It felt amazing. She enjoyed the touch of a man… but this, this is certainly something she never would have learned about herself if not for coming here. “Maybe…maybe you’re right.”
The words barely left Felicity’s lips when Margot kissed her again. This time the kiss was deep, passionate. The Aussie slipped her arms around the Brit’s narrow waist and pulled her as close as she could get. Felicity wrapped her arms around Margot’s neck and lifted her leg, pressing it against the taller woman’s thigh and moaning into her mouth as their tongues danced back and forth.
When it ended, far too quickly as far as Felicity was concerned, she was out of breath, and an enthusiastic Aussie was laughing and pulling her down the hallway towards her room. “Come on, let’s go back to my room. Then we can really get serious.”
Felicity barely had a second to marvel at her second glimpse of the VIP area when Margot’s thumbprint opened the door to her room. The Aussie pulled her inside and immediately pushed her against the wall. She gasped, wrapping her arms around the blonde’s neck as she pressed her body close and kissed her.
The tiny little gym shorts the master had them wear were basically a joke in terms of covering up. So, when Margot grabbed her leg, pulled it around her waist and slid her hand up her thigh there was almost nothing between her fingertips and Felicity’s rapidly moistening pussy. The Brit used her leg to hold Margot close as she ran her fingers through her blonde hair and returned the kiss with equal vigor.
Soon, both were gasping for breath as they clutched and fondled one another and fought to remove each other’s clothes. They laughed, kissing and pulling at shorts and shirts. Margot nearly fell trying to step out of her yoga pants. Then, both tumbled, naked, into the Aussie’s soft feather bed.
On her back, and with a sly, coy grin Felicity slid further up onto the bed. She bit her lip as she looked at the sexy blonde Aussie climbing towards her. She stroked her cheek and gently touched the blonde’s ear as she moved between her legs. “I…don’t want to stop,” she gasped, “but…I don’t want to move too fast either. I…”
Margot cocked her head, giving the brunette a curious look as she moved closer. She gently kissed her, slowing the kiss down and easing her tongue into the brunette’s mouth. Felicity lightly sucked on it. She could feel the Brit trembling beneath her and broke the kiss to look down at her. “You want to take a little break?”
“It’s just… I’m not used to moving so fast…” Felicity looked embarrassed, clearly she wanted this, but it was also not something she was used to. “Last night, that was one thing. But this… this is a step toward something serious… I’m just not sure I’m ready for that.” Aside from her initiation, the master had given her plenty of time to adjust to life down here and a lesbian relationship was certainly something entirely foreign to her.
“Well how about this,” Margot rolled onto her back, pulling Felicity on top of her. She grinned up at the Brit and folded her arms behind her head. “I’ll just lay here. We can talk, kiss, we can do a whole lot more. But, it’s all up to you. We move at your speed.” She raised a questioning eyebrow, watching the other woman’s sexy green eyes. “Sound good?”
Felicity bit her lip. Her eyes, alight with lust, explored the upper half of Margot’s body. It was cute how adorable the Brit looked when she was unsure. Finally, she lowered herself down and gently kissed Margot. “I like that,” she whispered.
“Good,” Margot said, resisting the urge to hold the other woman tight. “What do you want to do first?”
“Can we just lie here a bit? I like the feeling of lying in your arms…” She lowered herself and rested her head against Margot’s chest. “…maybe we can talk a little. Then, later, maybe more?”
Margot wrapped her arms around Felicity’s slender shoulders. She held her close and brushed her cheek against the top of her head. “I’d like that,” she said softly. “Especially the something more…”
Felicity laughed and snuggled against her new friend and lover. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“Of course.”
The Brit closed her eyes. She had to admit this was maybe the best she’d felt since coming here. Lying naked in the arms of a woman, it was strange but exciting. The thought of being in a sexual relationship with a woman even after she’d kissed Chloe, in what now seemed so long ago, never seemed possible… But then again, she never thought she’d willingly sleep with the man who styled himself her master. She found herself wondering about what Margot said in the hallway, that maybe, somehow, coming here was a good thing for her. That maybe, discovering this secret about herself was for the best. “Can…can I ask you something?” she found herself saying after a moment.
Margot’s breathing had fallen into a nice even pace. It felt good to hold Felicity in her arms, like how she felt with Emma in the beginning. “Sure,” she said, as she gently ran her fingertips over the brunette’s back.
“Is there…is there something going on with you and Emma?” Felicity tensed up a bit. She didn’t really want to probe this subject, but she also didn’t want to end up like Cara for not doing so. “I just don’t want to get in the middle of anything.”
“I’ll admit,” she said, stroking the brunette’s hair, “I have feelings for her, and I think she does for me. But it’s complicated. She has the whole harem to take care of. She has Chloe. And I’m sure the master wants her to participate in sex with most of the other girls. That… that doesn’t leave a lot of time for a relationship.”
“Is that what you’re interested in… a relationship?”
“Yeah,” she said, with a smile, “I think it is. I know it’s what I wanted when I was with her. And it’s something I couldn’t really have when I was filling in for her. I…I like waking up next to someone. Feeling that person’s warmth and breathing as I…” she choked up a little thinking about her boyfriend before all this happened, “…I hold them in my arms. I want a bond like that with someone… and I just don’t think Emma can give me that.”
“Do you wish she could?”
Margot smiled, there was no denying in her heart that she wished Emma could be that person. Despite their differences, despite the fights, she felt a closeness with her, a love. It was the same way she’d felt about her boyfriend before… with the master now… the way she’d hoped to feel about Cara. “I do,” she said slowly. “But I have no delusions,” her voice caught and she felt a tear trickle down her cheek. “That simply isn’t going to happen.”
Felicity looked up at her new lover. She smiled sadly at the emotion on her face, felt a wave of empathy for her. She raised up and kissed her softly on the lips. “How about this then?” A new, brighter smile lit up her face. “Let’s date.”
“Date?” Margot said, looking down at her curiously.
“Yeah. We’ll take things slow. Spend time together, maybe…” she grinned “…make out a little. You know, see how things go. If after a few days, we both still feel the same, then we move forward with the… something more.”
“I’d love that,” Margot grinned, and swallowed the lump of emotion in her throat. Felicity gave her another gentle kiss, then again rested her head upon her chest. Margot held her close and a few minutes later, both were snoozing comfortably.
                                                                        ***
Day 40 (around Noon)
Ari crawled on her hands and knees. She passed the door to the restroom, swaying her hips, and gave the master a bored, haughty look as she moved past him towards the exercise room. She nudged the door all the way open with her head, pushing her way inside.
Being a cat, while new and different, was something she felt oddly at home with. It was also strangely empowering. As a cat, she was the only one of the girls who didn’t have to follow the rules. Even Emma Watson, the so-called harem mistress had to follow the rules. She had her own rules true, but the others didn’t know that. It felt good to know she could do anything she wanted in the name of capriciousness and she would likely get away with it.
Inside the exercise room, she saw Dove Cameron and Taylor Swift. Both were covered in sweat, it coursed down their taut, sexy bodies and soaked through those long, ridiculous shirts they wore. That was another thing about being a cat. Her clothes were sexy and sleek and stood out. Everyone else dressed the same. Even the buttplug, after only a few days was being to feel comfortable, almost normal. She was beginning to love the feeling of the tail swaying between her legs and the soft furry fabric as it brushed over her pussy lips.
The two women were kneeling on separate yoga mats. It appeared they were doing cool down stretches. Ari dropped low and skirted around one of the elliptical machines as she stalked closer to them.
“Can I ask you something, Taylor?” Dove asked, as she stretched her leg back behind her, balancing herself on elbows and a knee.
“Sure,” Taylor looked uncomfortable, but that was probably because she was trying to exercise in a metal chastity belt with two vibrators stuffed up inside her.
“Emma said things get easier down here… is that true, or is she just telling me what I want to hear?” She lowered her leg and after a moment extended the other one, stretching it far behind her. The huge white shirt Dove wore rode all the way up her body, and Ari could see the teen’s full, well-formed tits and the great curve of her luscious ass as she crawled stealthily closer.
“Easier… I don’t know about that. I guess it depends on if you can stay out of trouble. I think you get used to it. There are rules, and if you follow them, life down here can at least be predictable.”
“What about… sex?”
“What about it?” The diva glanced over at Dove, grinning slightly. She nearly spotted Ari, but the stealthy cat ducked behind a stationary bike at the last second.
“Does… the master… does he expect everyone to do it… like with everybody?” Dove had heard some particularly crazy rumors about Taylor’s sex life. An attitude the diva had apparently adopted shortly after the video she’d seen of the singer’s rough initiation.
Taylor laughed. “No. He expects you to be with him when he calls on you. Though with so many of us here now, that doesn’t happen as often as it used to.” The diva almost sounded sad about that fact. But Ari ignored the commentary and continued moving closer to her prey. “He would like for you to be in a relationship with one of the other girls, but he doesn’t force anyone into it.”
“Do… most girls…”
“Most do,” Taylor answered. “At least at some point.” Again, she sounded sad.
Dove nodded her head. She lowered her leg and went to stretch out the first again. “Rrrawwwr!” Ari cried, launching herself through the air and pouncing on Dove Cameron.
The teen fell to the ground, landing on her hip as Ari scrambled on top of her. The fall, however, triggered the remote she had stored in the waistband of her panties and, immediately, a buzzing from Taylor’s crotch filled the room.
The diva moaned as the vibrators began to hum and Dove screeched as the human-sized cat crawled over her. Ari licked Dove’s face once, then twice, and began to nuzzle her face into the teen’s neck, making soft purring noises.
Taylor curled into a ball as the vibrators sent her rocketing toward an orgasm that was destined to be unresolved. She sobbed and cried, holding her knees as they did their work. “Fuck,” she called out.
Ari ignored her. She was frantically trying to pin Dove’s wrists as she continued to lick and nuzzle the teen’s neck.
“Ari! What are you—No!” she began to giggle uncontrollably. “Stop, It’s not funny…” She couldn’t help it and continued to laugh and roll around as she tried to get the cat off her. While she was rolling around trying to pry the cat from her chest, Dove inadvertently and repeatedly mashed the buttons, signaling them to do their work.
Taylor, however, was sent to the edge over and over as the two girls struggled. She wasn’t laughing, in fact it had grown quite painful. “Please…stop…” she called out in a weak feeble voice.
Cats, however, don’t understand humans, so Ari continued her assault. She pinned Dove’s hands and was licking the teen on her face. It took Dove a full five minutes to stop laughing and get Ari off of her. By then, Taylor was crying profusely and convulsing on the floor as the vibrators continued to hum away. She looked over, concern evident on her face. “Taylor… I’m so sorry…” She hopped to her feet. “I…I should find help,” and darted from the room, leaving a surprised and hurt Ari staring after her.
Dove hurried into the main dorm. She found the master, Emma, and a very differently looking Chloe there. The blonde teen was dressed like a little girl in a fluffy pink skirt and wearing a shirt that said Daddy’s Little Princess as she cleaned up the remains of her shattered iPod. “Master!” Dove called out, momentarily forgetting the rule about speaking out of turn. “It’s Taylor… she needs help.”
Alex looked up, turned toward the door that led to the exercise room. He seemed unconcerned. “I’ll deal with this,” he said to Emma, “make sure our little girl cleans all of this up.” He grabbed Dove’s arm and led her into the hallway and in front of the open door to the exercise room. “Do you know the rules about speaking out of turn, Ms. Cameron?”
Dove froze, she swallowed nervously. “Yes, Master… I’m sorry Master. It’s just Tay—”
“Did I ask for further commentary?”
“No… no Master.”
At that point a feeble, pathetic cry issued from Taylor Swift as near orgasm number twenty rocked her body. The sound of ragged sobbing followed. Alex turned his gaze from Dove to Taylor. “We’ll deal with you later, Ms. Cameron. Now, tell me what happened.”
Dove explained about Ari, her attack, and the unintended triggering of the remote, and that she had no idea how many times she’d pushed the button while they struggled. “I see,” he said coldly, as he went into the exercise room, the little blonde teen trailing behind him like a lap dog. Ari had moved over to the big floor length mirrors at the room’s edge. She was strutting around in front of them and batting at her own image with a paw. Alex smiled, then looked downward. “Master…please…” Taylor called out. She was doubled over in pain, the vibrators buzzing seemed without end. Tears streamed down her face and her eyes rolled in her head.
“Are you in pain, Ms. Swift?” Alex said, crouching down next to her.
“Y…E…S…” she stammered.
He turned to look at Dove, his face softening just a little. “And what sort of message would it send if, in essence, I condoned your actions by ending your punishment prematurely.”
“Master… it hurts so bad…”
He held out his hand to Dove, indicating she should hand him the remote. When it was in his grasp he stood up. He looked down on the former diva with a cold, callous gaze. “Good,” he said flatly, and mashed the buttons again, four or five more times. Taylor wailed pathetically, her cries echoing around the room. When he looked back, Dove was aghast. “Come, Ms. Cameron,” he said, grabbing her shoulder and leading her from the room. “I believe Ms. Swift would prefer to be alone.”
They exited out into the hallway leaving behind the agonizing cries and mournful sobs of Taylor Swift. Ari the cat followed close behind them and was mischievously pouncing at their heels as they entered the main dorm. Alex tossed the remote onto one of the kitchen tables and rounded on Dove. “Now, Ms. Cameron, what are we going to do with you?”
“Master?” she squeaked, shrinking before his gaze.
“You broke the rules. What do you think your punishment should be?”
“Master…I…” tears filled her big green eyes. She looked down at the floor as they trickled down her cheeks.
Alex tenderly cupped her chin, lifting it so she would look at him. His face was stone, but there was no anger. “You didn’t attack someone, Ms. Cameron. Or through your actions cause someone to be attacked. You broke a simple rule. I’m not going to do anything like what you saw Bella or Taylor go through. But there needs to be a punishment.” He gave her a gentle smile. “I just want to know what you think it should be.”
Dove’s full pouty lips trembled. She gave her master a helpless look as if she didn’t know what to say, blinking as more tears trailed down her face. “May…maybe some extra chores… Master. I… I guess that would be a fitting punishment.”
He nodded, looking around the room. “Extra chores. That seems reasonable.” He gave her a smile and gently touched her cheek. “However, if I understand correctly from Ms. Watson, with so many people here now, there aren’t many chores to go around. Perhaps…perhaps you’d be willing to come to my room, early in the morning, before curfew ends, and do a few things?”
“Master?”
Alex laughed softly, trying to sound more patient. “I promise you, Ms. Cameron, I won’t make you do anything that you don’t want to do.” He held up his arms, offering her a hug. “Does that sound good?”
Dove accepted the hug, timidly placing her hands on her master’s back. He in turn gave her a healthy squeeze and released her with a big smile. He looked to the remote on the table. “I don’t want you picking that thing up. You let someone else take it, understand?”
“Yes, Master,” she said, without hesitation.
“Good.” He then left for his room to prepare for Emma and Cara’s arrival. At the door to the VIP section, he had to push Ari back with his foot to keep her from following him through the door. “Bad Kitty!” He walked toward his room, smiling. So far, today had been a very good day.
                                                                        ***
Day 40 (2 p.m.)
After changing clothes, Emma took Chloe into the storage room to find some suitable clothes. Apparently, the master had prepared for all sorts of clothing related scenarios. She found three Hermione Granger outfits, several pairs of Harley Quinn’s hot pants, and three Hit Girl disguises alone. Meanwhile, Chloe found a veritable treasure trove of outfits, perfect for someone roleplaying a little girl. She even found a costume jewelry tiara and a full-length princess dress. She took both, Emma noticed, with a grin. Emma took a couple things for herself, and when they were done, she walked with Chloe back to the VIP section, and then went into her own room to take a shower.
Afterwards, dressed in sleek black slacks, high heels, and a prim, white woman’s dress shirt, she headed back into the main dorm. She noticed Dove watching a movie in a TV nook. Ari was there with her, napping, her head in the teen’s lap. Bella was on a couch. The redhaired teen was sullenly reading a book. No doubt she’d run out of TV time already. Taylor, Felicity and Margot were nowhere to be seen. Emma assumed, from the posture they had earlier on the couch, that the latter two were spending some quality bonding time alone. Frankly, she wasn’t overly concerned about any of the three though. The object of her desire was in the kitchen, washing dishes.
Cara Delevingne’s little tush shook just a bit in the tiny shorts she wore as she shimmied back and forth washing and drying plates, bowls, and cups. It was quite sexy, Emma had to admit. She repressed the urge to walk up behind her and wrap her in a hug. She had no idea how the blonde Brit was dealing with the aftermath of the Aricat situation and thought it best to talk to her before assuming she was still up for tonight.
She sat down at a table, noticing Taylor’s remote sitting out in the open. With a laugh, she pushed the buttons and said, “looking good.”
Cara looked over her shoulder, she appeared upset. “I’m mad at you,” she said, trying to sound like someone who wanted to be madder than they really were.
“Are you sure?” Emma said, with a grin. She leaned forward on the table, resting her head on her hands and elbows and didn’t bother hiding the fact that she was staring at Cara’s sexy ass.
“Yes.” Cara said, not bothering to elaborate.
“I see…” Emma stood and moved in beside the leggy Brit. She began to take Cara’s dried dishes and place them back on the shelves where they belonged. “Any particular reason?”
“Yes…” Cara said again, trying to sound pouty and angry at the same time.
“Hmmm, should we play twenty questions to figure out why?” As Emma finished her quip, she playfully hip bumped the blonde model.
“No…” Cara laughed… turning on Emma with an angry, amused smirk on her face. She dipped her hand in the sudsy water and dabbed a wad of soap bubbles onto Emma’s nose.
Both girls immediately giggled. Emma seized the blonde around the waist and pushed her against the counter top near the sink. “You’re not mad…” she said playfully. “Maybe you were,” she said, covertly scooping up some bubbles of her own. “But you’re not now,” and, as she spoke, dumped them onto Cara’s head.
“Hey!” Cara squealed, grabbing Emma’s waist and pushing her against the refrigerator door. The leggy blonde leaned against her mistress, licked her lips, and gently kissed her. When she pulled back, they smiled at each other, and gazed into one another’s amused, lusty eyes. “I was mad,” Cara said, holding Emma against the fridge. “But, you know,” she whispered into her ear, “I think Ariana might…actually like being a cat…”
“Weird huh?” Emma said, letting her hands trail down Cara’s back to her butt and gave it a squeeze.
The blonde smiled sexily, her eyes looking the brunette over. “It is…” she said incredulously. She pushed her face into the crook of Emma’s neck and gently sucked on it.
“I take it you’re ready for this, then?” Emma whispered, running her fingers through Cara’s dirty blonde hair.
“In truth, you look and smell so sexy,” Cara took a deep breath, taking in Emma’s scent, “I almost wish it could just be us…”
“Do you like fucking the master?”
“The few times we’ve done it have been great, but I still say I prefer the touch of a woman.” The blonde was now sucking heavily on Emma’s neck, her hands gently groping her waist as they slowly ascended towards her breasts.
“Well,” Emma sighed, clutching Cara’s head and breathing deep with arousal. “I can guarantee you a good time. The master has a lot of pent up energy after the past few days. He’ll be very eager to please.” She gently pulled Cara away from her neck and gazed soulfully into her eyes. “And…so will I.” Then, licking her lips, pulled the blonde into another deep, passionate kiss.
“You’re a little tease,” Cara said, sucking the brunette’s earlobe into her ear.
“Me?” Emma gasped… “I’m going to have to change my pants for the third time today…”
Cara looked into Emma’s eyes and, a moment later, both girls burst into laughter. They giggled and held each other close. When the laughter passed, they shared another short kiss. “I think I’m ready,” said the blonde, giving the brunette a fond smile.
Emma took Cara’s hand and gently disentangled herself. She then led the former model into the VIP section. They passed into the lounge, where Margot and Felicity were just snuggling up to watch a movie on the big projection screen. The look on the Aussie’s face was stony and unreadable as they stumbled, giggling into the room. Emma could no doubt imagine what she might be thinking, that all her fears over losing Cara to her had been right all along. The Aussie turned back to the screen, an uncomfortable silence filling the room, and rested her cheek against the top of Felicity’s head. Emma hoped she would be ok, that things between them wouldn’t get weird. She was still trying to help Cara, just like she told her before. Though she had to admit, if, at this point, Cara wanted more, she wouldn’t turn her down.
“That was awkward,” Cara whispered, echoing Emma’s own thoughts as they entered the brunette’s bedroom.
“Yeah…”
Cara pulled her into a close, intimate hug, making her immediately forget all about Margot, all about anything. She grinned and kissed Emma’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you forget all about it soon enough.”
The harem mistress sighed, clutching the blonde’s tiny waist in one hand and running the other through her long hair. “You remember everything we talked about?”
“Mmmmhhhhmmm,” the blonde responded, refusing, at this point, to relinquish her lip lock on Emma’s neck.
“Fuck,” Emma gasped, “you’re making me so wet…”
This time, Cara’s only response was to slide a hand between her lover’s legs and rub her fingers, through slacks and panties against her moistening slit.
The situation was rapidly spiraling out of control. Emma was gasping for breath, enticed and enraptured by the heat of the moment. If she didn’t assert control soon, she was going to give into the lusty Brit’s desires and leave her master, who no doubt would be very upset, out of tonight’s festivities.
“Cara…Cara,” she said, through rasping breaths. “You’ve got to stop, come on now,” she gently pushed the blonde’s hands away, laughing and giggling as she continued to try and have her way.
The former model gave her a playful, pouty look and pulled away. “This better be worth it…”
“It will be…now, bitch, help me get ready!”
Cara stuck her tongue out at Emma and made a goofy face. Then she proceeded to help her set up everything before the arrival of their master.
                                                                       ***
Day 40 (2:30 p.m.)
Alex sat on the recliner in his front living room area. He was watching the huge TV mounted to the wall and enjoying a tumbler of his favorite scotch. On the screen was live footage from the main dorm, where Chloe, dressed in her new little girl outfit, was playing with Ari, the cat. His Little Princess had a long length of string, and was twirling it about her head, spinning in a circle and dancing around the room, while the sexy little kitty cat chased it.
Eventually, Chloe got dizzy and fell to the ground. Ari then ceased her pursuit of the string and instead pounced on the would-be little girl. She squealed in delight and began to play wrestle with Ari. Right about then, there was a knock on the door. He downed his drink and got up to answer the door.
Cara Delevingne stood there. Her arms were playfully behind her back and she was swaying coyly in place. “Master,” she said, biting her lip and looking him up and down in a “I want to devour you,” type of way, “your harem mistress humbly requests your presence in her room.”
“Does she?” Alex said, laughing.
“Yep,” she said, still swaying back and forth. “Says she has a surprise for you…” with that she raised her eyebrows and broadly grinned.
Alex motioned for Cara to lead the way. “Very well then, lead on, Ms. Delevingne.” Cara spun round playfully, looked back at him over her shoulder, a sexy smile lighting her face and walked out. She was taking exaggerated runway steps, one foot in front of the other, making her ass sway seductively. Alex found he had to quicken his pace a bit to keep up, which wasn’t easy as his gaze was glued to that perfect, tiny bottom.
They passed through the lounge area. Margot Robbie and Felicity Jones were curled up on a couch, sharing a blanket. The Brit was leaning against the Aussie’s chest as they watched a movie on the big projection screen. They pretended not to notice as he and Cara passed, but Alex noticed Margot’s eyes flit to Cara as she went by, a sad look on her face. The blonde looked up at him too but seemed embarrassed, color flooded her cheeks, and she turned immediately back to the film. He hoped tonight’s festivities with Cara and Emma weren’t going to create problems with the Aussie.
Cara stopped before the door to Emma’s bedroom. The door had been left open a crack, so the blonde could reenter without assistance. She put her hands on his chest to stop him from entering. “Master,” she said, withdrawing something from the waistband of her shorts, something that had been hidden beneath her shirt. “Emma asked if you would put this on.” She then, with a sly smile, held up a black, satin blindfold. “She said tonight was an activity in trust. You don’t have to, but—”
With a very amused grin, Alex took the blindfold. He placed it over his eyes and held his hands out to Cara. “If you’ll lead the way, Ms. Delevingne? I should warn you though…” he said, as Cara pulled him forward into the room, “if I end up on my hands and knees with a dildo up my ass I won’t be very happy…”
The blonde leading him giggled softly as she brought him to a stop just inside the room’s entryway. “Oh, Master,” she said, teasingly pressing her body to his chest as she pulled the draw string on his pants, “I have no delusions about your ability to take my cock…”
His pants on the floor, Cara again led him forward. The mystery combined with all the pent-up energy from the past few days had Alex’s cock already surging to full size, even without anyone yet touching it. A few more steps into the room, and the blonde spun him around. He felt his back pressed into a hard, cylindrical pillar. Likely one of the posts on Emma’s bed. “Ooouuf,” he grunted as she shoved him back. Vigorously, she seized his hands and lifted them over his head. The next thing Alex knew, soft, furry handcuffs were slapped onto his wrists, pinning his arms to the wooden slats above his head.
“That’s better,” Cara whispered. Her breath was hot and sexy in his ear, and he groaned as she wrapped her hand around his shaft. He felt bend part way over and warm drool pour from her lips. It coated his manhood in hot, slick lubricant adding to the sensation of her tightly wrapped fingers sliding up and down on his dick.
“If it’s going to be a tease,” he gasped, as her hand began to pump the full length of his cock. Her slim sexy body, now somehow fully nude, pressed against his chest. “I should warn you… Aaaahhh—I don’t think—” Suddenly there were lips wrapped around the tip and all he could do was breathe as a tongue swirled around it.
A second figure, who Alex assumed was Emma, shoved his legs shoulder length apart while the figure working his cock in hand began to pump faster. Her lips slid off his prick while the first lifted his cock, her hand moving up and down at a slow, teasing pace. He felt a tongue gently caress his balls as she moved between his legs and beneath him. She began to suck on them, her lips moving slowly from one sack to the next tenderly kissing them and gently sucking on each. Her tongue moved at an agonizing pace over the underside and the backside, then up into his taint.
Alex shivered all over from the sensation of Emma’s mouth and tongue on his balls and from Cara gently pumping his cock in her hand. He felt the blonde slide down his chest and kneel before him, her hot breath on the tip of his dick. At that same moment, there was an odd sensation of something soft and slick being tied, gently but firmly around both his cock and his balls, just tight enough to restrict blood flow.
“What… what are you ladies doing?” he gasped, as he again felt lips, this time he assumed they belonged to Cara, wrapping around the tip of his prick.
“You said it yourself, Master,” Cara said, in a sultry voice, her lips momentarily leaving his manhood. “How can we tease you… if you’re already… ready…”
Alex laughed nervously while he heard enthusiastic giggles coming from both Cara and Emma. At least now he knew that it was in fact both of them. The laughter didn’t last however, because a moment later, he felt their lips and tongues again. Cara began to tease the head of his dick. She suckled upon it gently. Her tongue swirled around it and she teased the opening, while her drool literally poured down his shaft and her hand went to slowly pumping him. Emma meanwhile went back to work on his balls. He felt her gently teasing them, sucking and lapping at them softly. Her tongue would occasionally leave his sack and drift between into his taint, and once or twice he even felt it deftly probing his sphincter.
He spasmed as Emma’s tongue dipped into his anus, yanking at the cuffs locking his wrists in place. “God damn!” he sighed, when at the same time, Cara’s lips slid off the tip and went careening down the side of his shaft. Her tongue playfully darted over his nutsack, before retreating back up to lock onto the head again.
“Master,” Emma cooed as she lapped softly at his taint, “is something wrong?”
“Do you want us to…” Suddenly, Cara’s tongue was playing with Emma’s, one on either side of his aching balls. “…Stop?” Her hand slowly pumped his prick up and down at an excruciating pace. They slathered his testicles with their tongues, lovingly and tenderly kissing and sucking on them, pulling them gently between their lips.
“No! God—No!” he cried, as Cara’s thumb pressed firmly against the base of his cockhead, sending a wave of orgasmic energy strait up his spine. He pulled fitfully at the handcuffs a motion that drew a brief giggle from the girls before they went back to work.
The teasing went on for several minutes. Cara tended to his prick, her lips and tongue teasing the head and shaft. While Emma worked his balls, sucking on them one at a time, before her tongue would lap against his taint and gently rub his sphincter. Before long, Alex was shuddering nearly uncontrollably. Sweat was running down his body and his prick longed to explode. However, the make shift cock ring Emma tied around his shaft and balls completely prevented his orgasm. He began to gasp for breath with each subtle movement of a mouth or a tongue. “Ok, ladies,” he sighed, “I think this—”
“Enough?” Cara sighed poutily. “I thought you’d want us to finish you off.”
“You want us to stop?” Emma breathed, her tongue then teasing the rigid flesh of his anus.
“No. Don’t stop,” he nervously laughed again. Emma ran her tongue up his taint and buried it in his ass. Her hands wrapped around his waist, gripping him tight and pulling herself in as close as she could get, effectively burying her face between his ass cheeks. She began to lick and probe his asshole as deeply as her tongue would go.
Meanwhile, Cara wrapped both hands around his shaft and began stroking wildly, all while her lips plunged up and down his length. Alex sagged heavily against the bedpost, his arms pinned, completely at the mercy of the two succubi who were attempting to extract his soul though various orifices. He lost all ability to talk, consumed as he was in the moment, lost to the experience, to the urgent, building need to orgasm.
They both increased their intensity. Cara’s hands moved faster and faster. Emma’s tongue, if it was even possible, seemed to probe deeper. He shuttered again as an orgasm was denied by the cock ring. Cara’s throat opened and he felt the tip of his cock plunge past her esophagus. She gagged, sending gut wrenching pleasure cascading down his shaft and all the way up his spine.
At the same moment that Cara opened her throat and swallowed his prick, Emma reached up and spread his ass cheeks wide. She buried her face between them, plunging her tongue forward. Cara gagged violently but pushed the entirety of his dick into her throat. At that moment, both ladies had their noses pressed firmly against his flesh. He could feel them breathing him in, even as they consumed him.
Alex’s eyes rolled as he pulled futilely on the handcuffs. “F…U…C…K” he said in halting breaths as they built him up further than he ever thought possible.
From the depths of his feet, Alex felt an impossible surge building. It traveled up his nervous system, he could feel it coalesce at the base of his cock, just behind his balls. Emma’s tongue was buried in his rectum. He could feel her lapping hungrily at his insides. Cara’s lips again plunged down his length. He slid into her throat. On the back swing, her hands moved up his shaft, twisting and squeezing.
“What’s wrong, Master?” the blonde cooed, “we thought you wanted to cum?”
His toes curled. He flung his head backwards as Emma’s tongue moved through his taint over his balls then back up into his anus. Cara gagged herself and quickly took his prick back into her throat. Then, suddenly, everything happened at once. Cara squeezed his prick, twisting her hands as she forced his entire length into her mouth, burying his shaft in her throat. He could feel her tongue lapping at the sensitive underside of his manhood and her spasming throat sending ripples of pleasure through his whole body. Emma lapped at his balls, ran her tongue up and buried it in his asshole. Just as she plunged it deep inside, Cara gagged again and then the cock ring was gone. Emma pulled the tie, removing it.
White hot light flared in Alex’s vision. It felt like pure electric energy struck the tip of his prick. He groaned, yanking against the handcuffs as his dick exploded. It was easily the most intense feeling of his entire life. Cum, a days’ worth or more pent up from his work with Ari and earlier with Chloe erupted from his manhood. It felt like a fire hose going off into Cara’s mouth. The blonde gagged violently from the blast. Pulling back, she coughed, but didn’t miss a beat, and continued to stroke his shaft.
“Feed me your cum, Master,” she begged, stroking him off right into her face.
Emma continued eating his ass like it held mana from heaven. He could feel her lapping at his insides. Cara, having recovered, gently wrapped her lips around the tip and continued stroking him off into her mouth. It was heaven. It was like every point on his body was as sensitive as the tip of a dick. He writhed against his bonds as the two ladies slowly brought him back down. Soon, Emma was just nuzzling his ballsack with her nose and lips, while Cara gently held the head in her mouth and suckled upon it, extracting the last bits of his seed from his flaccid penis. By the time they were done, Alex’s legs were limp and he was held on his feet only by the handcuffs.
He blacked out for just a moment as the blood in his body resumed its normal flow. When he came to, his arms were around the shoulders of the two girls, his hands were free, and they were laying him down on the bed. They crawled next to him, one on either side, and Emma pulled the blindfold off and grinned down at him. “I take it that means you enjoyed yourself, Master?”
Alex laughed softly, looking fondly between the two women who had just given him the most amazing orgasm he’d ever had. He fondly touched their backs and smiled. “Yeah… I did.” He reached up and drew them both closer. He kissed them each and pulled them near enough for them to kiss one another at the same time. Soon, their lips and tongues were all intermingling with each other in an intimate, loving three-way kiss.
He smiled contentedly between them and gazed into their eyes, as they each in turn looked into one another’s. Suddenly Alex felt his bond with Emma grow, and his affection for Cara strengthen into something new.
“I love you, Master,” Emma said tenderly and kissed him ever so gently. She then looked over at Cara, kissing her with just as much affection. “Thank you… for sharing this with me.”
The blonde Brit looked between them. There were tears of joy in her eyes. She made goofy face to play it off, saying, “sure. Of course.”
They rested their heads on his chest to give him time to recover. As they lay their heads down, Alex looked down his chest to where his limp dick hung, flaccid and unmoving. “On a not unrelated note, I’m not sure that is ever going to work again…”
“Don’t be silly, Master,” Cara whispered, suddenly sitting back up. She reached across him and pulled Emma into a deep passionate kiss. He watched as the two ladies slid closer. They hovered over his body, their tongues dancing back and forth in each other’s mouths. A long moment passed, and Alex almost thought his dick was beginning to pay attention again. The kiss broke and he saw a tiny band of saliva stretch between them. The blonde looked down at him, the sexiest look on her face. “Of course, it’ll work…”
“After all,” Emma added, looking from her friend, down at him, then over to his prick, “we’re just getting started.”
Alex laughed a little nervously, but then saw they were serious when Emma slid onto his lap. She sat down on top of his dick, positioning her slit directly over his shaft. She gave him a wink as she casually shifted her hips back and forth. Cara, meanwhile, sat over his face, her bald, perfect, little snatch right over his mouth, blocking his view of them. Then, he heard, more than saw them press close and begin to make out.
There was groping and moaning. The sound of passionate kissing and saliva being sucked from one mouth to the other filled the room. But more important was the shifting. Cara’s hips slid back and forth, and each time he caught a glimpse of her tight little honey tunnel just barely being pulled open for his view. Then, there was Emma. Each time she moved, her hot, dripping fuck hole slid back and forth over his prick. She was pressing her weight down, making sure to drag it teasingly over the sensitive underside of his manhood.
“Holy, shit,” he gasped, “you ladies are gonna kill me.” But, he thought, if I’m going to die, this is the way to go. He reached up, seizing Cara around the waist. Pulling her downward and extending his tongue, plunging it into her cunt. He lapped at her clit and sunk it deep into her twat and soon, she was grinding and moaning with his effort.
The blonde sat back, pressing her weight down on his face and cupping her tits. She gazed at Emma who was now using her hands to help grind her pussy against her master’s cock. “Fuck Master, you’re not half bad at that.”
Cara leaned forward again and the vigorous make out session over his head continued hot and heavy. It went on for several long minutes as the two ladies kissed, grinded and humped against him and against each other. Between the work he was doing on Cara’s cooch, the moaning and the kissing, and Emma grinding her now sopping pussy against him, Alex felt his dick begin to grow hard. The blonde moaned loudly, and the sound of kissing stopped. she seized his hair and pulled him hard against her cunt. “Come on, you wanker, eat that shit!”
As one Brit began to roughly grind her pussy into his face, the other leaned back away from him and began to finger herself. Both were moaning, and gasping and Alex’s prick was left all alone. He couldn’t see what Emma was doing, but he could hear her breathing heavily and feel her writhing against his legs. Meanwhile, Cara kept up the pressure till she was cumming into his mouth. “Master, you have a very nice tongue,” she sighed, sagging against him, while Emma continued playing with herself.
Alex gave Cara’s trembling pussy lips a soft kiss and her ass a hearty slap. “Thank you for that assessment, Ms. Delevingne.”
She laughed lightheaded as Emma moved up, took his prick, lifted it, and slid down on top of it, moaning as she did. The blonde moved off him and out of his sight while the brunette leaned down and kissed him softly. “Enjoying your gift?” she whispered enticingly.
Alex rested his hands on her hips, helping her as she rocked back and forth, his cock sliding in and out her. He smiled up at her, there was love and admiration in his eyes. “Very much so,” he said softly. But with his eyes, he said “I love you.” She grinned and sat up, cupping her tits and watching his eyes as she fucked her master and gave him a little show.
A moment later, Cara appeared next to him wearing a giant strap on dildo. The hard, blue phallus was gleaming and dripping in lube. She flicked it with her hand and laughed, looking down at him. “You sure you don’t want to give this a ride?”
“Very,” Alex said, laughing and casting a nervous look between the two ladies.
“Suit yourself…” Cara climbed onto the bed and slid in behind Emma. The brunette leaned down, wrapping her arms around Alex’s head while the blonde held her waist. “Easy, there big boy,” she said to Alex. “Give me—” Emma gasped and shuttered, “one second to—” with a second moan Emma clenched tight, pressing her body close to him. Alex felt the big blue dick press against his cock as it slid into the brunette’s rectum. “—wedge this in here.”
“Fuck,” Emma gasped, “so fucking full.” Alex seized her waist. Cara grabbed a handful of her hair and steadied herself with a hand on her shoulder and both began to take slow, easy strokes into the lusty Brit. Alex looked up at both ladies. Each had lust in their eyes. Emma stared down at him. She bit her lip as the two cocks worked inside her. He could see a combination of pain and pleasure, of love and lust. She leaned back and kissed Cara and then just watched him, her brown eyes gleaming as they fucked her.
Cara’s also gleamed with lust, but Alex sensed it was directed more at Emma than him. She was watching the brunette’s back, her ass as it bounced and her face when it contorted in pleasure. She pulled lightly on Emma’s hair and used her other hand to keep the Brit pushed down on her and consequently his cock. “Take this big, fat cock, you dirty slut,” he heard her whisper.
Emma’s face contorted in pleasure. Alex even saw her shudder a little when Cara called her a slut. Interesting, he thought. He never figured Emma one to get off on a little degradation.
After a moment of thrusting, they got into a rhythm, and Cara glanced at him, an amused, sultry smile on her face. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out what it meant. Of course, at this moment, with Emma’s tight pussy gripping his prick and the blonde’s dildo rubbing against back and forth against it, he honestly had more important things on his mind.
They see-sawed back and forth inside Emma and soon she was just a slave to the pleasure. Alex felt her pussy spasm in orgasm twice on his cock before he felt himself building up to his own. “I’m getting close,” he grunted, redoubling his efforts as he quickened his pace. Soon both he and Cara were dripping in sweat with the effort of fucking Emma’s holes while the brunette could barely move. Her legs were shaking, her body shuddering, and her eyes lolling in her head.
“Well hurry it up,” Cara groaned. “I can’t keep this up all day…” her words might have been construed as harsh, but she laughed and grinned down at him as she slapped Emma’s ass and continued to pound away inside her.
Cara leaned down low on Emma’s back, pressing her lover against Alex’s chest. She was taking low shallow strokes, allowing Alex to plunge his prick all the way inside. He held her waist and used his legs to pound away while Emma was grunting and mewling like an animal as they fucked her holes.
Alex’s legs burned with the effort, but he felt himself so close to cumming again. He slapped Emma’s ass and felt her spasm on his prick. At the same time, Cara yanked back on her hair and drove the dildo deep into her bowels. She came hard, her pussy clenching as she lost control of her body. The normally sophisticated, classy, brunette had lost all restraint. Her tongue lolled from her mouth as her head bounced back and forth as she was jerked between her two lovers. Her sexy brown eyes rolled in her head till Alex could only see the whites of her eyes and she was grunting like a farm animal.
“Cum on this big, blue, dick, you filthy fucking slag!” Cara groaned as she continued to pulverized Emma’s rectum, slamming her hips against the brunette’s ass over and over.
Alex might have laughed at the extraordinarily British filth coming from Cara’s mouth if the sensation of Emma shuttering on his prick didn’t have him so close to spiraling over the edge. He took three more deep thrusts, feeling Cara’s “cock” rubbing along his shaft as he moved. The sensation was incredible. He grunted, felt his whole-body tense and in a second incredible orgasm, deposited his seed deep into her twat.
The group collapsed onto itself as they came down from their high, Emma curling against Alex’s chest and Cara sliding in behind her. The blonde began to suck softly on her neck and fondle her thigh. Emma made a contented noise and kissed Alex. Then, she was out like a light. “That was fun,” Alex whispered, looking over at Cara.
“Did you enjoy the trust exercise, Master?” she cooed as she continued nuzzling Emma’s neck.
“It was very different… I’m not used to ceding control…”
“Well,” she chuckled softly, “It was Emma’s idea. She thought it a good way to help me take back a feeling of power, after…” she looked away and Alex reached up to stroke her cheek.
“You don’t have to say anything…I understand.” He offered her a sympathetic smile. “I enjoyed it very much, and I hope it helped you.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Alex took a moment to fully catch his breath, he closed his eyes for a minute, basking in the afterglow. The whole while, Cara snuggled with Emma, he was sure his harem mistress would have a hickey come morning. He found himself wondering if this would evolve into a relationship between them and if so, how that would sit with Margot, and hoped everything would be ok.
A little while later, he carefully disentangled himself. He reached over, when Cara looked up and pulled the leggy Brit into his lap. She smiled lazily up at him. “Does this mean I get the promotion?”
“I suppose it does,” he agreed, with a laugh. He looked down at Emma. “She’s going to be out for a while. Why don’t you head to your room and gather your stuff? I’ll set it up so you can enter the VIP area while you’re doing that, and later today we’ll get you your level 4 attire and rewards. Sound good?”
“Ok.” She kissed Emma’s forehead and the two of them got up out of bed. A moment later they left, passing though the VIP lounge where, thanks to a state-of-the-art sound system and thick granite walls, neither Felicity nor Margot knew for sure what had just happened in Emma’s room.
Alex got Cara set up and arranged for Taylor to move into her old room. Which gave the level ones, Ari and Felicity, each a cell to themselves. After that, he retired to his room, content to spend the rest of the day tending to other matters.
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