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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 MFF oral humiliation
Day 41 (11 a.m.)
All the girls seemed pleasantly surprised when Dove showed up to weigh in that morning dressed in blue. Even more so when Cara appeared in her new black yoga pants. The harder pill to swallow was Chloe who showed up to the next day’s weigh in with her hair up in pig tails, wearing a plaid, pleated, six-inch mini skirt and a white dress shirt, untucked and tied up in the front like she was a back-up dancer in a Britney Spears music video. The little princess completed the school girl look with a pair of white, thigh-high stockings, patent leather Mary Janes on her feet and clutching a fuzzy brown teddy bear named Colin to her chest.
Margot blatantly ignored the tiny blonde, as did Bella and Taylor. The redhead was too busy thinking about when she might get her next fix, while the blonde diva was caught up in the buzzing need between her legs. The others, however, stopped and stared as Chloe merrily skipped into the hallway and shimmied past them to stand in line. Dove’s mouth dropped in awe. Not only because she looked hot and sexy as hell, but also because of the childish way she was acting. Felicity blinked like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing, and Cara just stared as the tiny little girl slid in front of her in line. She gave her an incredulous glare, the line was supposed to form from highest level to lowest, then in order of seniority. As far as Cara knew, Chloe was still a level 3. “Excuse me, I’m level 4 now.”
Chloe excused herself with the cutest little, “sorry,” pronounced, “sohwee,” as she moved in front of Cara. She then batted her eye lashes and gave Cara an adorable grin. “Me too!” she announced, trying to give Cara a hug.
As the blonde Brit tried to shrug off the little girl’s excited hug, Felicity asked in a most motherly tone, “Chloe, why are you dressed that way?”
Chloe smiled shyly, released Cara, and looked down at her shoes. She gave her teddy a squeeze, shifted her shoulders from side to side and said, “my daddy told me to dress this way.”
“Wait, daddy?” Cara said, glancing around at the assembled women, a look of disbelief in her gaze.
Margot rolled her eyes and turned away from the group to face the restroom door. Taylor looked up, the buzzing having come to a stop. She cocked her head, breathing deep as she recovered from the effects and looked at Chloe. The expression on the diva’s face suggested she was wondering how this new development would affect her as well as reflecting a deep seeded jealousy for anyone who could challenge the relationship she had with the master. Dove watched from the back of the line, still too new and too insecure in her position to say anything. Meanwhile Felicity just shook her head in disbelief and Bella continued staring at the floor, immune to the goings on, her thoughts consumed by an insatiable need for cock, cum and coke.
“Uh huh,” Chloe said, taking a lollipop from the front pocket of her little dress shirt and popping it into her mouth. “Daddy told me I’m a good girl. He gave me new clothes, a new room, and Colin,” she said happily, holding the big teddy bear out for everyone to see.
“This is too much,” Cara said, folding her arms over her chest in anger. “And you agreed to this?”
“Uh huh,” she twirled the lolli in between her full pouty lips, seeming to genuinely not comprehend the problem. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because,” Felicity said, trying her best to sound rational. “Chloe, you’re an adult.”
“Not anymore I’m not,” Chloe retorted, sticking her tongue out at the group and spinning on her heel.
Just then, Ari crawled out into the hallway. At the back of the line, she, holding her head contemptuously, passed Bella and Taylor as if they didn’t even exist. At Dove’s leg, she looked up and meowed softly before crawling forward. She gently rubbed her cheek against Felicity’s calf, releasing a soft purring noise. The brunette shied away from the frisky feline, obviously still very uncomfortable with her transformation. Cara too, stood back as the kitty crawled by, but she wasn’t so shocked as to avoid staring at the kitty’s tight, round ass, swishing tail, and soft, pink, pussy lips.
Chloe, on the other hand crouched, exclaiming, “kitty!” as Ari crawled to her. The former singer pressed the top of her head against the little girl’s chest as she reached out and began to scratch behind her “ears.”
With a meow, Ari pounced, bowling the little girl over, knocking her on her ass. Chloe began to giggle with glee as the kitty began to lick her face and nuzzle her neck. As the two played on the ground, at long last, Margot’s name was called, and she wasted no time exiting the uncomfortable situation.
She stormed into the restroom, fully prepared to demand of the harem mistress just what was up with the fucked-up situation going on outside. That was before she saw the master sitting at a bench near the wall and lost all her bluster. “Master,” she stammered, gazing tumultuously between the pair.
“Ms. Robbie,” he responded with a dashing smile. “Is there a problem?”
“No…” she lied, stopping before the scale, casting her eyes to the floor and folding her hands over her crotch.
Alex looked to Emma, a knowing grin on his face. He stood and moved toward her confidently. “Truly?” he asked, stepping in behind her.
“No, everything is fine…Master.”
“I see.” He looked up from her neck over to Emma. She grinned up at him, standing and moving toward the sexy Aussie. He pressed his chest against her back and his lips to her ear. “Then you won’t mind taking off these clothes, would you?”
Margot flinched at his touch, looking uncertainly at Emma, who now stood before her. “Um…no, of course not, Master.” Alex took a step back as Margot lifted the tight black top over her head, revealing her perky braless chest.
“Let me help you with these,” Emma whispered, reaching up and hooking her thumbs into the Aussie’s shorts. Margot stepped back, unsure, and a little frightened about what was happening. But, as she moved, Alex was there. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pinning her hands at her side. The Brit licked her lips, kept her gaze locked onto Margot, and lowered herself to her knees, taking the blonde’s shorts and panties with her.
“Master?” She said, squirming uncomfortably. “What’s happening?”
Alex took both of Margot’s hands into one of his, gently pinning them behind her back. He ran his fingers up her back and into her hair, tenderly massaging her scalp and kissing her neck. “You’re so tense,” he whispered, “just relax.”
She melted into his embrace, sighing softly. “Yes, Master.” Just then, Emma, having dipped her fingers into her mouth, drew them out wet, and pressed them against Margot’s slit. The Aussie sighed heavily as her former lover began to rub her fingers up and down, into the folds of her pussy, and against her tender, throbbing clit. She closed her eyes and leaned heavily against him, having just enough presence of mind to say, “but…what about Felicity?”
Alex took one of Margot’s hands by the wrist and pressed her palm against the shaft of his hardening penis. As she slowly rubbed against it, he whispered, “she won’t mind this. Trust me.”
Her hands free, Margot used one to continue rubbing her master’s cock. The other went around his neck and wove into his hair as he sucked on her neck. “Yes, Master,” she breathed. “I trust you.” Then, she let out a surprised gasp, as Emma deepened her probing and Alex cupped her tits, giving them a soft, gentle squeeze. “So, what is this all about?”
Alex laughed just a little. “You’re thinking too much, Ms. Robbie, just go with the flow.” He then wrapped his lips back around her neck and gave each of her nipples a tender tweak. The blonde’s breath quickened as the harem mistress rubbed her pussy, and as her master sucked on her neck and massaged her boobs.
Emma pushed Margot’s legs open and gently pressed her lips to the blonde’s. Her tongue edged from her mouth and she began to lap at her folds. The tip of her tongue pressed firmly against the blonde’s clit and swirled around its edges, before she wrapped it between her lips and sucked on it tenderly. The fingertips of her right hand teased the sensitive flesh of her taint, just barely brushing back and forth and sending chills down Margot’s spine. She used her left hand to hold her former lover’s legs open, giving her mouth easy access.
“Em,” she gasped, removing her hand from Alex’s neck and placing it instead on the top of Emma’s head. She wove her fingers into the brunette’s hair as she began to gently grind her twat into her mouth. “That feels…so…good.”
Alex pulled the drawstring on his pants. No sooner did they hit the ground, then Margot had her hand wrapped firmly around his shaft. She began to pump her fist slowly, working her master’s cock to full hardness. He had teased the blonde’s perky, little nipples so they were now firm and hard. He lifted his lips to her ear and whispered, “enjoying yourself, Ms. Robbie?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“You want us to continue?”
“Yes,” she said again, a bit more desperation in her voice. Emma now had her face buried in her snatch and the Brit’s sucking and licking were driving Margot crazy.
“I take it,” he breathed into her ear, and pulled softly on her nipples, driving her to lean forward right into Emma’s waiting mouth, “that you like what’s being done to you? That you don’t feel coerced into what’s happening?”
Margot’s whole body was awash in pleasure. Her legs began to tremble. It felt so good, pinned in between her master’s strong, muscular body and Emma’s eager tongue. She was so used to tending to the wants and needs of others that being the focus of all the attention was amazing, it was liberating. In fact, it felt great, especially after the promising make out session with Felicity the night before was halted just as it was getting good. “Not at all, Master. I love this…” She paused for the briefest second, even awash in the ecstasy she felt, it was hard for her to admit this in front of Emma, but she felt that these words were what her master was fishing for. “…and I love you too.”
“And, you know that I love you, right?” He gently kissed her ear, sucking its outer edge softly. “That I would never hurt you…I only want to bring you pleasure, right?”
Emma had her right at the edge of orgasm. It was hard for her to even concentrate, let alone to understand what her master was getting at. Margot assumed maybe these were the sweet words of romance meant to heighten her feelings for him, maybe even for Emma too. “Of course,” she sighed, leaning back against him and continuing to gently hump her former lover’s face.
“Do you think I feel anything less for the others…for Chloe, Ari, Taylor, or Bella?”
“No…I suppose not…”
As Margot answered, Emma gently eased two wetted fingers into her hot, dripping cunt. The blonde Aussie gasped, taking her hair in a tight grip and holding her firmly against her pussy. She shuddered once, twice, in mini orgasms. Then, the Brit began to pump them in and out. Margot’s hand slipped free of her master’s cock. She was too overwhelmed with pleasure to continue. Right then, the only thing that existed was Emma’s mouth and her master’s strong hands on her body.
“So, why then do you think I would make them do something they didn’t want?” He removed one hand from Margot’s chest, filled it with spit and began to rub it over the head of his rock-hard prick.
“What—?” Her brain was awash in serotonin as pleasure synapses fired throughout her head. It was so hard to comprehend what he was getting at.
Alex gave her little time for thought, or any other response, for that matter. He lined up his cock with her entrance and pushed his way inside. Margot groaned as the loss of Emma’s fingers were immediately replaced with her master’s huge dick. He took two slow thrusts before Emma stood up. The Brit took her hand and led her toward the benches near the back. Emma lay down on one, her head hanging from the side, then Alex gently moved Margot over her, in a sixty-nine position.
Emma’s arms wrapped around her waist, helping to hold Margot in place as she slid her tongue up to the blonde’s clit. The brunette lapped at the hot, throbbing nub as her master gently slid himself back inside. “I care as much about them, as I do about you.” Alex whispered, taking one long stroke as he did. To emphasize his point, he took two long, slow strokes, bottoming out his prick each time and holding himself fully inside her. “And, just because you wouldn’t want to be a cat, or, a little girl, or even a depraved sex fiend, doesn’t mean they don’t.”
As Alex held himself inside Margot, he reached over to grab Taylor’s remote from the bench where he had been sitting. He placed it on Emma’s stomach and slid himself nearly all the way out of Margot’s snatch. “Push the button, Ms. Robbie, please,” and as he added the pleasantry, he pushed his cock all the way back inside.
Margot’s eyes rolled in her head. The teasing pleasure was driving her crazy. Emma gently lapped at her clit while her master ever so tenderly fucked her. It was just the way she liked to be fucked, teased till the tension built up and then hard as she came. She licked her lips, understanding now what her master was trying to tell her. Not everyone is the same, what gets one person off doesn’t work for everyone. One person’s nightmare is another’s fantasy. “Yes, Master,” she sighed. “I can see now, they get off on the roles you’ve given them.” She grunted softly as he stroked inside her and then pressed the button on the remote in five quick clicks before tossing it to the floor.
Later, despite her new understanding, Margot might have regretted sending Taylor to five unresolved orgasms. But, in this moment, all she could think about was the building need between her own legs. She leaned down, nuzzling her nose against Emma’s pussy, finding it damp and in need of attention. Feeling her master’s strong hands on her hips and his big cock balls deep in her cunt, she began to lap at her former lover’s slit.
Soon, the two girls were rocking back and forth as they pleasured one another with their tongues. Alex, meanwhile, was slowly building Margot towards a powerful orgasm. He worked his prick in and out at an ever-quickening pace. Then, Emma moaned as Margot sucked on her clit. The reverberations vibrated along her pussy as Alex thrust himself in deep, causing the blonde to throw her head back in a loud groan of lust. “Fuck me, Master! Right there! Harder, please!”
The wail of pleasure was clearly loud enough to be heard beyond the walls of the restroom. That and the delay in the other girls weigh ins would certainly have been noticed by now. But Margot didn’t care. She began to thrust back against her master as he pounded away. She rose up off Emma’s body, pressing her back against his chest. “Fuck me,” she whispered, grinding her hips against his and right onto Emma’s hungry mouth.
Right then, almost on cue, Alex and Emma stopped. He pulled out, she tilted her head away, removing any and all sexual pleasure. Seizing her about the waist, Alex yanked her body against his, holding her tight against his chest.
Margot gasped in surprise, tensing up in worry that she’d done something wrong. Her chest heaved as she fought to catch her breath. “…Master?”
“You want me to fuck you? You want Ms. Watson to eat your pussy? You want to come as we drive you to the heights of pleasure?” His lips were buried in her hair. He held her delicately to his chest as he whispered his questions into her ear.
“Yes…please….” She sighed, trembling against him.
Alex drew one of his hands down Margot’s chest, tracing lines of sweat that had ran down her body. His fingers dipped further, going between her legs and touching the sensitive folds of her trembling twat. Two thick digits slid inside her as his thumb pressed against her clit. Gently, he made a beckoning gesture as he rubbed the hot, throbbing nub. Margot cringed in pleasure, her knees buckling. “Make me believe it,” he commanded. “Make me believe, that you believe.”
“Master?” Margot gasped, leaning her whole body against his as he worked his fingers inside her.
“Taylor,” Alex called loudly, tilting his head towards the restroom door and summoning the former diva, even though it wasn’t yet her turn. “You’re next. Get in here!” He continued gently fingerfucking his sexy Aussie as the timid sounds of someone entering the restroom and walking across the floor to join them could be heard.
Taylor hesitated, the still buzzing vibrators causing her to walk in short measured steps. She wore a look of pain but, when she saw what was going on, it shifted to one of both arousal and jealousy as she wondered what all this had to do with her. The expression on her face was hard to read, but clearly, she looked hopeful that her inclusion into whatever this was would mark an end to the chastity belt torment.
Alex commanded her to, “come closer,” and Taylor took a few cautious steps forward. When she was within arm’s reach, Alex grabbed a handful of her golden blonde hair and yanked her over, face to face with Margot. Emma placed the remote back into the Aussie’s hands. “Look her in the eye and press the button.”
“Master,” Taylor said, looking desperately between him and Margot. “No… please…”
“Don’t listen to that whore,” Alex whispered into Margot’s ear as he teased her clit and rubbed inside her. “She’s getting off on this already. Look between her legs.”
Margot hands trembled as she held the remote. The look in the singer’s eyes was desperate, pleading. But, when she looked lower, she saw her legs were slick with pussy juice and her knees were trembling.
“Do it,” Alex said again. “Look her in the eyes and do it.”
“Yes, Master…” Margot sighed, feeling her pussy clench in pleasure as she looked into Taylor’s beautiful, blue, begging eyes and mashed the button.
Immediately, her face contorted in pain. Her knees buckled as her whole body twitched. She would have collapsed to the ground, but Alex held her aloft by his grip on her hair. “Now, spit in her face and press it again.”
Margot was unsure. It did seem like Taylor was enjoying this, despite the pain and humiliation on her face. The singer’s eyes rolled up in her head and her body began to twitch. The Aussie made her choice when Taylor grunted and sighed. It was pleasure. She worked her jaw, gathering saliva into her mouth. When she had enough, she spat it right in Taylor’s eye and simultaneously queued up three more near orgasms.
The second the spit left Margot’s mouth, Alex let go of Taylor’s hair. The former diva collapsed to the ground like a sack of potatoes, breathing hard and trembling as the dildos ramped her toward unmet orgasms. “No…” she wailed, sobbing in misery as Margot’s spittle dribbled down her face onto the floor. Simultaneously, Alex rammed his cock back into the Aussie’s tight fuck hole and Emma raised her tongue to her clit.
“Fuck…” Margot sighed as she pressed her body back against her master and down against her former lover’s mouth. Despite the horrible thing she’d just done to Taylor, Margot couldn’t remember the last time she felt so amazing.
Alex slid his hands up her body, ran one into her hair and seizing it in a firm grasp. The other he wrapped tenderly around her throat. Firmly, but purposefully, he squeezed, not enough to truly deprive her of oxygen, just enough to let her know he was there. He kissed her cheek and began to thrust into her with a near wild abandon.
The rapid back and forth motion soon made it nearly impossible for Emma to continue licking Margot’s pussy. So, she settled for pressing a thumb to her clit and rubbing it in a circle as she enjoyed the view of Alex’s hot meat thrusting in and out. Her other hand ran up the blonde’s taut body. She pulled softly on a nipple before pressing her fingers into the Aussie’s gaping mouth.
Emma pressed her fingers deep into Margot’s mouth, running them over her tongue and sliding them near the entrance to her throat, causing the Aussie to moan and for drool to build up in her mouth. “Spit on her again. That dirty slut really gets off on being treated like dirt. Don’t you, whore?” Emma hissed, kicking Taylor in the stomach.
“Yes…Mistress…” The former diva responded as she gasped and twitched on the floor.
Alex released his hold on Margot’s neck just long enough for her to bend down and spit on Taylor again. The action caused the singer to convulse in ecstasy, but it wasn’t quite enough to send her over the edge. After she spit, Alex pulled her back against his body and again wrapped his hands around her throat as Emma teased and rubbed the folds of her twat.
Soon they were back in the motion again. Emma raised her fingers back into Margot’s mouth and her master battered away at her pussy. She sucked on fingers that tasted of her sex and moaned like a whore. She thrust her ass back against her master’s chest, her eyes rolling in her head as he built her towards an incredible orgasm. “Master…I’m so close,” she sighed, “choke me, pull my hair, fuck me hard, please… I’m begging you.”
Alex pounded into Margot’s cunt, his hand closing like a vice around her throat as he yanked on her hair. “Only,” he sighed in a near hiss from the effort of keeping up the vigorous pace, “if you promise to suck the cum from Emma’s mouth when I’m done.”
“Anything…” she gasped, as she continued to grind her pussy into his hips.
Pressing his chest against Margot’s back and pulling her tight to his body, Alex squeezed her throat and used the grip he had on her hair to hold her in place. Sweat began to bead up on his back, but he didn’t relent, thrusting into her harder and harder as he slowly deprived her of oxygen.
A wet, sloshing sound announced Margot’s first orgasm. Her body went rigid, her legs locking in place as her master thrust deep inside her. Her gorgeous green eyes rolled back into her head as she shook all over. “Master!” Margot croaked. “Choke me harder!”
“Are you my good girl?” Alex asked squeezing tighter.
“Yes, fuck me, please!”
With a smile, he continued clamping down on her throat and fucking her as hard as he could. Emma worked her thumb against the blonde’s throbbing clit as dark red hand prints could be seen forming on her throat. Margot struggled to breath, yet Alex wasn’t done. He thrust into her pussy again and again till her dark red lips began to turn blue, and she shuddered in a second, violent orgasm.
Hot, thick, girl cum sprayed across Emma’s face. She laughed, lapping it up as best she could directly from the source. Meanwhile, Margot had gone completely limp, her whole body being held up by Alex as he fucked the shit out of her while she was slowly being strangled.
Alex held her there, on the verge of passing out as he took three deep, hard thrusts into her pussy. On the third stroke, he released his hold on her throat. With a deep inhalation of breath, as endorphins flooded her brain, Margot came for a third time. There was a loud, relieved gasp of air. A sound as easily heard by the trembling whore on the floor as by those standing around outside. Not caring who heard or what she’d just done, Margot’s whole body shuddered violently, and her legs kicked as the orgasm wracked her body in primal ecstasy.
Margot’s pussy clamped down like a vice, and Alex had to fight not to blow his load inside her when he heard his harem mistress tell him just what he wanted to hear. “Give me your cum, Master, I want it!” she moaned.
As Margot continued her near uncontrollable shuddering, he pulled himself free and slipped the tip of his dick into Emma’s waiting mouth. She sucked down hard as he stroked the shaft. With the amazing feeling first of Margot’s hungry cunt, then of Emma’s ambitious mouth, Alex couldn’t take it any longer. “Fuck,” he groaned emptying his balls into her mouth as she moaned like a greedy sow. When he was completely spent, he sat down heavily on the bench.
Like a true zealot, Emma held her master’s seed in her mouth. She helped Margot sit up and grinned as the blonde gave her a lazy, satisfied smile. Cum drizzled down her chin and the Aussie, true to her word, scooted forward. She pulled Emma into a gentle embrace, licked the jizz from her chin, and then kissed her deep.
Alex was awestruck as he watched their tongues dance back and forth. As Margot slurped his seed from his harem mistress’s mouth. Then in turn passed it back to her in a deep lusty kiss. For at least two full minutes, the girls made out, passing his cum between them as they tenderly kissed and fondled one another.
Afterwards, Emma met Margot’s gaze, a happy, fond smile lighting her face. “That was fun, huh,” she said softly, as she gently stroked the blonde’s cheek.
Margot nodded, shyly, turning her face into the soft touch of her former lover. “It was,” she agreed. “But, where do we go from here?”
“Go?” Emma asked, pressing her forehead to Margot’s and looking up into her eyes. “We don’t “go” anywhere,” she replied in a gentle, caring voice. “This was just two friends having fun…right?”
With an understanding smile, Margot nodded. “Yeah. Just two friends having fun.” She kissed Emma again lightly on the lips. “Felicity still needs me after all.”
“She does,” Emma agreed. “And you’re just the person to bring her out of her shell.”
“Right,” she said, nodding her head. She looked over to Alex, who was watching the whole exchange with a happy smile. She gave Emma a hug, stroking her cheek as she stared at him for just a moment.
Alex returned the happy grins with a fond smile of his own. “You know I love you both very much, right?”
Right about then, the forgotten Taylor Swift added in a hoarse and desperate groan, “Master?”
“I love you too, whore,” Alex said affectionately.
Alex, Margot and Emma all had a laugh as the slut sighed pathetically, the dildos still doing their work. “Don’t worry, Tay,” Margot added, leaning down to gently touch the former diva’s shoulder, adding tenderly, “I love you too.” The Aussie then looked over to Emma, “I guess this means I passed my weigh in today?”
“I’d say so,” Emma agreed. “Even if you did leave me all hot and bothered.”
“Well,” Margot said, laughing, “I’m sure you can get one of your other “friends” to help you with that.” She slid up off the bench, leaned down, and kissed both Emma and Alex on the lips.
As she walked toward the exit, she bent down, picked up her clothes and was stepping into her shorts as she rounded the corner on her way out. In the doorway, she pulled on her shirt, then stepped out into the hallway. She wasn’t yet so depraved that she didn’t have the decency to blush when met by the surprised gazes of all the other girls. “What?” she asked, as she moved past Cara and Chloe.
“Nothing,” Cara said, grinning.
“Yeah, you get it, girl,” Chloe laughed.
When she reached Felicity, she leaned in close to the Brit and whispered, “can I see you tonight?”
“Only if you promise not to ask me to choke you,” she replied just as softly, but with a good-natured grin.
Margot laughed, she kissed the Brit on the cheek and said, “I’ll try to restrain myself,” adding, “it’s a date.”
                                                                              ***
Days 41-43
Margot Robbie and Felicity Jones spent nearly every moment of the next three days together. After the events in the restroom, Margot went back to her suite to clean up. It had been a while since she’d felt so good. She was calm, as if all the tension from her life had evaporated. She was satiated in the way that only a great orgasm could make her, and most of all, she felt happier than she had in a long time. As she stepped out of the shower, she realized all this was because she now knew the master wasn’t mistreating anyone, at least not in a way that wasn’t also causing them a great deal of pleasure.
She returned to the main dorm that night where she and Felicity watched a movie and snuggled in one of the TV nooks. She didn’t even mind when Ari poked her head in and curled up on the floor to watch the movie with them. Felicity seemed less enthusiastic about it, but when she whispered to her new friend that Ariana the woman seemingly enjoyed being a cat, she became more accepting and let the thought slip away as she curled against Margot’s body.
The second day, Margot arranged for a picnic at the underground pool. Felicity wore the swimsuit she’d worn to the pool party and Margot wore a slim black bikini Alex had given her when she became level 4. They spread a blanket out on the “beach,” had a pack lunch of sandwiches and crisps, and even a bottle of wine that Alex provided just for the occasion. After lunch, they lounged around the pool, went swimming in its comfortably warm water, and finished the day by making out in the hot tub. Things didn’t get too hot and heavy, but Margot did coax Felicity into her lap where she pulled the timid Brit into an intimate embrace and even managed to slide a hand up onto her boob.
On the third day, Felicity pulled restroom clean up, which was by far the worst and the most time consuming of all the chores. So, Margot volunteered to help out in order to speed things along. Afterwards, they spent some time working out in the exercise area and then retired to the VIP area where they watched a movie on the projection screen and cuddled close together under a blanket. When the movie was done, Margot invited Felicity to spend the night. The Brit agreed but told Margot she wasn’t quite ready to take things all the way. Margot understood, and settled for a hot but somewhat frustrating make out session before falling asleep in each other’s arms.
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For Dove Cameron, the time was spent mostly in frustration and loneliness. Emma seemed busy with her duties and spent most of her time in the VIP area, which, of course, Dove couldn’t access. Taylor, the only other girl down here she’d bonded with, was having troubles all her own. The diva was being actively persecuted by nearly everyone in the harem after Emma, the master, and even Margot began encouraging her and the others to make greater use of the punishment remote.
She wanted to use this time to reach out to Bella, but every time she went looking for the sultry redhead, she was nowhere to be found, despite having the same room restrictions and curfew as she. So, Dove spent most of the first day alone. She committed herself to a vigorous exercise regime, following which she completed her chores. Then, after watching a movie, she spent some time lounging in the main dorm, not wanting to waste all her TV time at once.
As she was lying there, napping and being bored, she felt someone touching her leg. When she looked up, it was Ari gently nuzzling her thigh. She tried talking to the diva turned cat, which only resulted in the frisky feline climbing into her lap and falling asleep. Even though she thought it was kind of weird, Dove found herself gently petting Ari’s back and neck while she dozed. The “human” contact felt good and made her feel less alone down here. If she were being honest with herself, she wished the master would call on her again. She found herself fantasizing about being with him again and even of the things she might do to keep his attention.
The next day after weigh in, Emma enlisted her to keep an eye on Taylor Swift while the former diva performed her hygiene routine and used the toilet. It felt strange watching her so closely, like she was intruding on her privacy. However, it quickly became apparent how necessary it was. If not for her watchful eye and words of warning, the singer would have violated her punishment immediately and gotten herself in more trouble with the master. It was also difficult dealing with the morality of watching someone tortured for nothing more than a failure to follow commands. By the time Taylor was back in her chastity belt, Dove was even more resigned to the fact that she never wanted to do anything to deserve punishment. It just didn’t seem worth it.
After “guard duty,” Dove went to the exercise room for her daily work out. She was just getting started, when she was joined by Chloe. The blonde teen was dressed in tight pink leggings and tank top, her hair up in pig-tails. She gave Dove a happy little wave and started doing her stretches nearby. It was clear, for whatever reason, Chloe was trying to entice her. And, while Dove found her new girlish behavior a little disturbing, she had to admit the petite blonde had a great body.
She struck up a conversation with her and discovered two things. One, the “little girl” act was actually kind of charming in the way Chloe portrayed it, and two, they both had a thing for Bella Thorne. Though Chloe was now over it, apparently it had not gone well after they’d spent time in the punishment room. After talking, Dove hoped they could be friends. After all, Chloe adored Emma and the harem mistress had thus far been her only real friend down here.
When they were done exercising, Chloe invited Dove back to her room, where, as she put it, the TV didn’t have a timer. Her first time through the VIP area and seeing a level 4 suite was a real eye opener, and Dove found herself hoping that she might earn that last spot. The two sat, watched some of their favorite movies, ate popcorn, and drank far too much soda till it was well after curfew. Dove got the impression that Chloe wanted her to make a sexual move on her, but she just didn’t feel all that comfortable with it given that she was actively behaving like a little girl on purpose.
Still, it was that very behavior which facilitated a full-blown slumber party, complete with a blanket fort, scary stories, and a late-night discussion of the master’s more than adequate penis. She felt her cheeks blush with heat when Chloe described all the lurid acts she had performed, and her stomach twisted in that way that was both nervous excitement and disgust. They talked and bonded till well into the morning before falling asleep on Chloe’s floor inside a makeshift fort composed mostly of Chloe’s bedding. It had been a fun night, and Dove hoped that afterwards, the two of them could become close friends. She hoped that Chloe might even tire of trying to make a move on her and just allow the relationship to be platonic.
Because of the late night, they just barely made it to weigh in the next day. In the late afternoon, after her chores and exercise, Chloe invited her to go swimming. But then, the master showed up and wanted to spend time with his “little girl.” Dove found the relationship between them just a tiny bit too weird to hang about being a third wheel, so she spent some time in the exercise room and looked around for Bella. When she found the redhead late in the day, she was passed out on the couch, a certain feline curled up on her feet.
Dove wasted no time. She shooed the cat away and crouched on the floor next to the sleeping redhead. She brushed a stray bit of hair from her face, then leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips just as a friendly wake up call. Before she knew what was happening, Bella had a hand in her hair and was pulling her down on top of her. The two had a hot and heavy make out session, but, when Bella’s fingers slipped into her panties, Dove pulled back. While she was all for flirting and making out, she wasn’t yet so depraved that she’d just fuck Bella without a little more time spent together.
Bella, on the other hand, seemed near crazed with sexual need. She pushed a retreating Dove back onto the couch and tried to climb on top of her. Dove had to scramble away, and it was only then that Bella backed off, laughing the situation off as the heat of the moment. After that, they spoke more like civilized adults, promising to spend some time together the next day after tensions calmed down.
   ***
Like Margot and Felicity, there was another burgeoning couple in the harem. Emma Watson and Cara Delevigne also spent nearly the entirety of the next three days together. After “helping” her old lover to see that just because you don’t understand someone’s kink, doesn’t make said kink wrong, Emma was feeling very horny. As soon as weigh in and her other duties were finished, she went off in search of Cara.
She found the leggy blonde back in her new suite eating a little lunch while she watched some TV. Cara saw Emma standing in the doorway and immediately knew what was on the harem mistress’s mind. The two met in a steamy embrace, kissing and fondling one another on the short trip to her bed. And, since Cara too was a little pent up after watching Emma receive most of the attention in their encounter the night before with the master, the pair spent nearly the whole day in bed, fucking, eating and drinking champagne that Emma smuggled out of storage. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, exhausted and fully satiated.
Day two, Emma recruited Dove to do part of her duties for her so she could spend more time with Cara. They exercised together, Emma helped Cara with her chores, then she hooked up an Xbox to the projection TV in the VIP lounge. They spent the afternoon goofing off and playing games. That evening, they retired to Emma’s bedroom, where they spent a more intimate night. Emma procured a bottle of wine, and even talked one of Alex’s guards into bringing them down an amazing professionally cooked meal from the chef up in the mansion.
They sat on Emma’s couch, ate their meal, drinking wine, and watching one of Cara’s favorite movies. Afterwards, they held hands and cuddled till the movie was finished. The leggy Brit then pulled her new friend into her lap and kissed her with a gentle passion. A little drunk on wine, they made out on Emma’s couch before going to bed. That night, they didn’t even have sex, Cara just pulled Emma down onto her chest and they simply fell asleep.
On the third day, Emma was forced to intensify Taylor’s punishment after she tried to badger Dove into letting her out of the chastity belt. She got some handcuffs from the punishment room and cuffed the diva to one of the kitchen chairs. Then, she set her punishment remote to string twenty near orgasms together. She gathered everyone around, while the blonde squirmed and moaned, informing them that there would be rewards to anyone who used the remote more than ten times today. With the rumor that this punishment was something Taylor was secretly enjoying, everyone volunteered to do so.
After that, Cara and Emma spent some time swimming at the underground lake. Foregoing suits, both girls opted to swim in the buff. They made out a little before moving into the warm, swirling waters of the hot tub and fingerfucking like teenagers right there. Cara then went off to do her chores, and Emma spent some time talking with Alex about what he had planned for the next day. The two girls met up later, did their exercise routines and retired to Emma’s room, trying to be sneaky and not be seen, as Margot and Felicity occupied the VIP lounge.
Back in Emma’s bed, Cara pulled her new friend to spoon against her chest, and they spent some time taking and actually getting to know one another. Emma found the whole thing quite romantic and she felt herself growing more enamored of Cara, hoping the blonde felt the same about her. When it grew late, Emma turned and kissed Cara before sinking between her knees and bringing the hot blonde off in a slow, tension building orgasm. The leggy Brit, in a tired whisper, promised to return the favor tomorrow, and the girls fell into a contented sleep.
         ***
Being a cat was supposed to be a constant adventure. Possessed by curiosity and stealth, cats were meant to be on the prowl, spying and exploring while being capricious and haughty. But, down in this compound, there was only so much exploring one could do. With the various routines each girl had being more or less set, spying resulted in little more than seeing the same thing each day. So, by the time Ari had been in the harem for even just a couple of days, she had to begin redefining what being a cat meant.
After just two days of being a cat, Ari had explored everything there was to see in the harem, short of the VIP area, which she was being kept out of. But just because there wasn’t much left to see, didn’t mean she couldn’t spy on everyone, or make them pet her, or pretend to want attention only to dart away and not let them touch her. In this regard, she found the new Chloe particularly engaging.
On the first day, Ari spotted Chloe leaving the restroom behind a sobbing Taylor Swift. She followed the teen, who skipped into a TV nook from a cautious distance. When she heard the TV come on and a movie begin to play, she stalked inside and pounced into the teen’s lap. “Kitty!” Chloe exclaimed when she settled onto her legs and rested her head on the arm of the couch. The blonde proceeded to “pet” her while she watched the movie. Ari purred softly as her fingers dipped lower and lower onto her back. The next thing Ari knew, Chloe’s tiny little digits were between her legs and gently massaging her sensitive cunny lips.
Chloe pretended like nothing was happening, but she slowly worked her fingers inside and carefully fingered Ari to a gentle orgasm while her other hand stroked her hair, neck and “ears.” All Ari could do was sigh and purr as the little girl worked her pussy like a pro. In the end, Ari found the whole thing much more arousing than she thought she might. In the outside world, as a human, she’d found women attractive, but purely in a platonic, “that girl is hot” kind of way. In other words, purely nonsexual. But there was something about being a cat and the taboo of this all being just a little off normal that turned her on something fierce. After her orgasm, she turned around on the couch, nuzzled her face against Chloe’s neck, gave her a soft, tender lick and lowered her head onto her legs, curling up against the little girl and falling asleep.
On the next day, Ari busied herself with following people in and out of the exercise room and harassing them as they tried to get in a work out. She pounced on Emma as she and Cara were stretching out on yoga mats and proceeded to lick her face and wrestle with her till she shooed Ari out and closed the door on her. Before the day was out, Ari would harass nearly every member of the harem either when they came to exercise, or when they went to shower or use the toilet.
Later that day, she watched as Bella tried to slip back into the main dorm from the hallway to the punishment room. The redhead was sweaty and had a glazed look in her eyes. She stalked behind her as she went in to work out, failing to notice the cat as she knelt on a mat and stretched her legs. Ari pressed her nose between the teen’s legs, taking a deep sniff of her pussy and causing her to cry out in alarm. She too shooed her out of the room, crying out “get out, stupid cat!” But Ari smelled sex on her and resolved herself to solve the mystery.
On the third day, Ari kept a close watch on Bella. She noticed, shortly after weigh in, the door to the punishment room hallway opened a crack, and Bella, who was sitting in the kitchen, darted through. The door closed before Ari could get there, but she decided she would try again later. When she saw Chloe and the master go into a TV nook that afternoon, she couldn’t help but follow. She stretched out at their feet. As they watched the movie, she felt Chloe nudge her with a foot. When she rolled over onto her back, the little girl’s eyes immediately went between her legs.
Ari bounced onto her knees and crept toward Chloe, who was sitting on the master’s lap. She spread her legs just a little and lifted the frilly, pink, princess dress she was wearing, as her eyes begged “fuck me.” Ari nudged her face under the dress and pressed her nose to the little girl’s slit and began to hungrily lap at the sweet honey pot, returning the favor she’d shown her earlier in the week. She gave Chloe a cute little shudder of an orgasm and before she could blink, the master took her by the wrist and pulled her out of the TV nook into the VIP area.
Ari followed them out, hoping to slip into the VIP area as they left, but wasn’t quick enough. When she turned sullenly back to the main dorm, she noticed Bella sitting in the same place as before, near the door to the punishment room. Anticipating what would happen next, she crept closer. Using all her cat like stealth, she took up a position near the door, unnoticed. When Bella darted inside, she was quick. Breaking the rules… rules are for humans anyway, Ari reached out and grabbed the door as it started to swing shut.
She then nudged her way through and followed at a discreet distance. What she saw next shocked her human side and entranced the feline in her. Bella went into the punishment room, where all five of the master’s guards waited. They must have somehow gotten past her when she was in the TV nook. She crouched in the doorway, watching as the young redhead snorted up the drugs they gave her.
Bella then proceeded to fuck all five men in a huge gangbang where she begged like a porn star for them to cover her in cum. They fucked her in all three holes, using and abusing her as they mercilessly pounded her. They twisted her nipples, yanked on her hair, and spit in her face. At one point, the redhaired teen had one cock in her pussy, one in her ass, and one in each hand. She turned from one to the next sucking on each with wild vigor and pumping them in her fist. Bella seemed to get off on all of this. The more they degraded her, the louder she moaned and the harder she came. In the end, the guards fulfilled her request, and each blew their loads into her waiting mouth, onto her lips and her hair, and into her eyes. She then eagerly gathered all the dripping seed, scooping it into her mouth and devoured it like a starving animal.
The whole scene made Ari feel sick. It was something she knew she wasn’t supposed to be seeing, yet at the same time she found it fascinating. She left before they noticed, retreating back down the hallway. But when she got to the door, she found herself trapped by the thumbprint scanner on this side. The guards passed her and laughed when they saw her crouching near the door. One even made the comment that she must have missed spending time with them in the punishment room, but otherwise they passed her as if she didn’t exist. She darted after them into the main dorm and hid in a TV nook till Bella returned. When the teen returned to the main dorm, freshly showered, and fell asleep on the couch, she curled up on her feet, feeling sorry for the girl.
She watched, entranced from the shadows when Dove shooed her away and then leaned down to kiss the redhead. Ari wondered what was going on between them. As far as she knew, they had been friends on the outside but nothing more. Since coming here, they’d barely had any interaction let alone something that would suggest they might become lovers. When Bella became too aggressive, she worried that something bad might happen. But then the redhead seemed to just laugh away her action and the two sat and talked. When she thought it was safe, she returned and curled up between them, purring and arching her back when the both began to pet her. ***
For Taylor Swift, the time spent was in misery incarnate. The remote that controlled the two dildos she was being punished by was constantly left out. The master, his harem mistress, and even Margot had encouraged everyone who passed by it to press the button, sending the singer spiraling towards one more unresolved orgasm. With their encouragement, everyone had been using the remote. Each day that passed, Taylor spent hours gritting her teeth in frustration or rolling around on the floor in sweet agony.
On the first day, she begged Emma to give her a couple hours free of the device. She promised to do anything, and she had sincerely meant anything, the harem mistress wanted for this brief respite. Emma had of course refused, and the only break she’d gotten was when she received thirty minutes to shower, shave, and use the toilet. Still, with the looming threat of unexpected near orgasm and the urgency with which the singer needed a release, even that small reprieve had felt oh so good.
Taylor had been closely monitored while she was in the shower, even when she’d been on the toilet. In both cases, the door or curtain was left open, exposing her business to anyone who’d strolled into the restroom. Emma had even posted a guard to make sure she didn’t touch herself, which she so longed to do. On the first day, Chloe had watched her. The teen dressed like a little girl seemed shy, but curious as she closely watched everything the singer did. Taylor found the attention both embarrassing and nearly as frustratingly arousing as the dildos themselves.
While the first day had seen the button on her remote used about a dozen times, the second day after the endorsement of all the harem’s leadership was made known, that number had risen to well over twenty. Taylor could hardly make a move that day, whether it was exercise or chores when she wasn’t constantly interrupted with the looming threat of an unrealized orgasm. By the day’s end, her oversized white tee-shirt was stained with drool from how often she’d reached the close, yet so far destination of bliss.
That day, Dove had stood guard over her while she conducted her business. Taylor had done her best to seduce the young teen. Making promises to fuck her anyway she wanted if only she’d let Taylor cum too. Suggesting that she eat her pussy, her ass, or even use one of her dildos to bring the young blonde off. The overt enticements had frankly startled and scared the teen more than they worked to tempt her. Dove had blatantly refused, citing what Emma had told her about the cameras monitoring their activity and her not wanting to find herself in the punishment room. Thus, another day went by with the former diva’s sexual frustrations continuing to build.
The third day, after Dove told Emma what Taylor had done, the harem mistress herself stood guard. She’d given the singer only fifteen minutes to freshen up and, furthermore, once she’d secured her back into the device, brought her back to the main dorm, handcuffed her to a chair, and set the remote to trigger twenty near orgasms in a row. She then sat the remote down on a table and announced extra TV time and lessened chores to anyone who used the remote more than ten times today. Everyone made sure to take part, even those with unlimited TV time.
The day passed under the most agonizing scrutiny. Everyone who passed by her cuffed to that chair pressed the remote button at least once, some used it even more than the ten times Emma had asked for. Taylor spent basically the whole day, writhing around in that chair, moaning and squirming as the dildos buzzed away inside her. Drool leaked from her lips, unable to be wiped away, it spilled down onto her tee-shirt, staining it. Sweat beaded up on her skin from her body being under the consent threat of orgasm. Her breathing was shallow and erratic, and she spent the day either unconscious or in agony. By the time the lights dimmed, announcing the start of curfew, Taylor was so exhausted she couldn’t move even if the handcuffs were removed. The master came into the main dorm. He summoned a guard who carried her to bed. He tossed her down, called her a dirty fucking slut and asked if she was proud of herself. When she sobbed an answer he just laughed and left her there.
At this point, it had been nearly a week since anyone had touched her, since she’d felt the sweet release of any orgasm, much less the incredible, eye-rolling, gut-wrenching kind the master could give her, and it had been a week for that. A week might not seem like a long time, but for an addict, a week may as well be an eternity. She realized, late that night lying in her bed, covered in drool, her legs sticky from unrealized orgasms that was exactly what she was, a cock addict. She needed the master’s big dick, needed his cum. She missed its taste, she missed the feeling of it filling her insides of it dribbling down her chin. Right now, she would do anything for it. Anything. That realization made her curl into a ball. She drew her knees up to her chest, buried her face in the covers and cried herself to sleep. If she didn’t have it soon… she wasn’t sure what she’d do.       ***
After spending the morning first with Dove and then with Emma and Margot during weigh in, Alex retired up to the mansion. He spent the rest of the first day in conference calls with execs in the various companies he owned and then with Zeru and his family. He had a long heart to heart talk with the most boisterous of his men, talking with him about returning to his duties and what would be expected of him moving forward.
He spent the second day in the world above as well. That day, the mansion had a visitor and Alex hoped to learn how his plans to acquire another celebrity for his harem were progressing. This visitor was also a well-known celebrity who traveled in many different circles and who had contacts in every major industry. It was the inside information his guest provided which had already helped Alex secure so many of his girls. This person had been getting to know the latest target he desired and assured him that they would soon be his.
On the third day, Alex spent the first half of the day lounging around poolside with his famous acquaintance. They talked strategy, and time table, even discussed his plans for luring this latest celebrity into a trap so she could be captured. Afterwards, Alex returned to the harem. He spent most of that night with his little girl. They watched a movie while she sat in his lap and Ari stretched out on the floor at their feet. Alex even got to watch as she coaxed the tiny cat between her legs, watching with desire as she licked his little girl’s bald pussy. Before the movie was even half done, Alex had Chloe back in her suite, a princess dress bunched up around her waist, a plastic tiara askew on her head, and his dick fucking her up the ass as she begged him to “give it to me, Daddy.”
Afterwards, he left Chloe, jizz pouring from her gaping rectum, to walk around the main dorm. It was there he found Taylor Swift handcuffed to a chair and passed out after many, many near orgasms. He arranged for a guard to take her back to her quarters while he and the other guards readied the room for tomorrow’s festivities. He smiled as they took her away. Emma, he almost laughed. She was becoming nearly as devious as he in the execution of his plans to break the girls. She hadn’t even known what he had planned when she cuffed Taylor to that chair. They hadn’t talked till he came back down to the harem that afternoon. When he explained to her what he wanted to do tomorrow, he couldn’t help but wholeheartedly endorse the punishment she’d given the former diva for trying to involve Dove in a plan to escape punishment.
He and the guards worked for an hour or two, setting up the room for what would be the finale of Taylor’s punishment. It was a spectacle he hoped would both convince the girls that obedience was much better than the consequence for breaking the rules while simultaneously showing them that not everyone gets off on the same thing and to reserve judgment just because you don’t understand someone else’s fetish. When he was done, he picked up the remote. Taylor had likely just fallen asleep again. With a merciless grin, he queued up ten more cycles, laughing at what tomorrow would bring.
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