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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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Story Codes: FF BDSM Ds oral anal humili voy
Day 44 (6 a.m.)
Emma Watson awoke early in the morning on the day that Taylor Swift’s ongoing chastity belt punishment was to come to an end. She sat up in bed and turned off the alarm on her iPod, careful as she did to try not to wake up Cara Delevingne, who was sleeping soundly next to her. She smiled down at the blonde. Over the past few days, they’d grown quite close, and she found herself hoping that it might become more than just an infatuation.
Cara rolled over, mumbling something that sounded like a question of what time it was. Emma whispered, “it’s early, you can go back to sleep,” as she slid out of bed and replaced the covers. She then donned a pair of black yoga pants and a tank top and wrote a quick note to Cara letting her know that she’d be back in an hour or two, that she could make herself at home, shower and get ready, even help herself to whatever food and drink she had in her mini fridge. After that, she grabbed two pairs of socks from the dresser and snatched up her trainers from the floor of her closet.
On her way out, she bent down and gave Cara a kiss on the forehead. She walked bare foot through the VIP lounge, then padded down the hall into the main dorm, socks and shoes in hand. As she moved through the big open room, Emma made note that everything seemed in place for the big show this morning and then moved into the kitchen. She sat the socks and shoes down on a table and walked over to the fridge where most of the harem’s food was stored. “Ah, there you are,” she said, after nosing around till she found the item that Alex’s guards had left specifically for her. Liverwurst, what a god-awful creation, she thought as she extracted the package from inside.
She sat down at the table where she’d placed her footwear and opened the package. Immediately, her nose was assaulted by the vile stench of a meat product barely suitable for human consumption. Next, she put on the first pair of socks, white and simple, they were the kind she used when she went to exercise. She then wrapped both of her feet in slices of disgusting liverwurst. One slice on the top of her foot, one around the toes, another just below her ankle, and one more on the arch of her foot just below the toes. Covering it all with the second larger pair of socks to hold everything in place. Even through the cloth, she could smell it. The meat was vile and foul and smelled even worse. Emma then, careful not to displace the slices of meat, stepped into her shoes and tied the laces.
The thick meaty slices of liverwurst squished and oozed inside her socks with each step she took. Already, she could feel the nasty smelling juice coating her toes and the bottom of her feet in their foulness. The sensation made her nauseated, but she hoped the payoff would be more than worth it. At least the trainers and the second pair of socks mostly muffled the stench.
From the kitchen, Emma headed for the exercise room. Inside, she found Ariana Grande stretched out on a yoga mat doing crunches. The tiny diva’s slender body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. The sight of her made the Brit’s pussy clench in desire.
Ariana looked up as Emma entered, but didn’t stop what she was doing, other than to arch her back a little more to try and draw attention to her slender frame and delicate curves. If the kitty wondered about the out of place furniture in the main dorm, it didn’t show on her face. “Morning, Mistress,” she practically purred, licking her lips as she spoke.
Emma smiled, but didn’t yet say anything. Without standing on ceremony, she went to the adjacent mat and sat down as if to stretch, only to crawl on top of the sweating diva. She slinked up between Ariana’s slender legs, her chest brushing every so slightly against the diva’s firm abs. Their bodies moved teasingly close as she slid up face to face with the startled singer. “Morning…” Emma responded in her own version of a purr. Ariana swallowed nervously at this new development, trying to scurry back, but it was too late, the harem mistress pinned her arms over her head. “Ah—ah…” she scolded, “no getting away for you.”
“Mistress—” Ariana responded in alarm.
Emma shushed her by pressing a finger to her lips. “I need you…” she said huskily. She retracted the finger, moved to fully straddle the sexy singer and ran the digit from her cheek down her chest and over the faint line of her abs.
Ariana cooed, her eyes closed, and a soft involuntary purr escaped her lips. Her back arched and she curled against her mistress’s touch. “Em…” she whispered, “I’m yours. What can this kitty do for you?” Her eyes lifted then, she bit her lip, grinning, her tongue darted forward, drawing back enticingly back into her mouth as she licked her lips. “…or to you…”
Emma giggled, Alex had made an excellent choice transforming this woman into a cat. She was much better suited to the capricious, alluring nature of a feline. To behave otherwise would be very much against her personality. She leaned down and kissed Ariana, soft and gentle. The singer’s mouth, without hesitation, opened to accept the easy probe of Emma’s tongue, her lips closing around it to suck lightly upon it.
The lusty kiss lasted several moments, Ariana writhed in pleasure beneath her mistress, even wrapping her legs around the Brit’s narrow waist and moving her hands to tightly clutch her back. When the kiss broke, both women took a deep breath, a narrow strand of saliva connecting lips that barely separated. Ariana looked up into Emma’s eyes as she sucked in air, a look of lust filling her gaze. She stretched out with her neck, attempting to reengage the kiss.
The singer missed Emma’s mouth by mere centimeters as the Brit sat back just enough to deny the kiss. She gazed lustily down at the cat, taking just enough time before she spoke for an amused smile to spread on her face. “Do you enjoy being a cat, Ms. Grande?” As she spoke, she tenderly stroked the singer’s cheek and neck and gazed into her eyes.
Again, the kitty bit her lip, coy as could be. “Yes, Mistress,” responded Ariana in a soft and enticing voice and rotating her hips beneath the Brit.
Emma gently brushed her lips against Ariana’s, barely allowing them to touch before pulling away as the singer again tried to reengage the kiss. “Mmmmm, you wouldn’t mind thanking the Master for showing you this path then, right?”
The former diva shook her head no. She kept her desperate, longing eyes locked onto Emma’s and her legs wrapped around her waist. “No, Mistress…” Her fingertips brushed through the Brit’s hair and she chewed her lip. “What would you have me do?”
Sliding her hand down Ariana’s body, Emma pressed her lips to the singer’s ear and whispered, “instead of your normal routine, I want you fully dressed and ready by this time tomorrow. I’ll bring you to him, and you’ll show him how grateful you are.” As she spoke, Emma’s hand dove beneath Ariana’s pants. She pressed her fingers against the singer’s dripping wet love tunnel. “Play your cards right, and I might even let you cum…”
Ariana gasped as Emma’s fingers teased her opening. Her eyes closed in ecstasy and her body quivered in anticipation. “Yes, Mistress…”
Just then, as Ariana was hoping Emma would give her more, the Brit pulled away. She sat up and just as unceremoniously as when she’d crawled on top of her, rolled onto her own yoga mat. “That’s a good kitty,” Emma said, as she grinned over at the former diva and began doing some pre-workout stretches of her own.
The two girls warmed up together, each with their thoughts on something else. Emma was thinking about today and what Alex had planned for Taylor Swift. Her pussy was practically trembling in anticipation of seeing the former diva on her knees begging for an orgasm so long denied.
While the cat was lamenting that her Mistress hadn’t wanted to indulge her kinky sex-fueled desires right here and right now. Since becoming a cat, practically the only think she could think of was fingers and cock filling her hungry pussy. She longed for it, felt a need for it every time she crawled past someone, bounced into their lap, or curled up at their feet. But, at the same time, she wondered what the mistress was up to with this invitation. Would the Master allow her to fulfil her desires, or would he only tease her more? Either way, all this cat-play was making her very horny, and if tomorrow gave her even a chance to get some satisfaction, she planned not to miss it.
After warm-up stretches, Emma immediately hopped onto the treadmill. She pushed herself hard and, at the end of an hour, had run just over eight miles. As she ran, Emma could feel sweat and liverwurst juices coating her feet. With each footfall she could feel the meat squish in her shoe and, though it was gross, the thought of how disgusting she would be at the end of this workout, pushed her to go even farther, even longer.
By the end of the run, sweat poured down her body, and she was breathing hard. She slowed down the run and stepped off the machine. It wasn’t quite time to head back to her room, so she continued the vigorous work out by spending the next thirty minutes doing some light weight training, squats, crunches and even some pushups. Ariana was long since gone and showering by the time she finished up her punishing morning workout. It had been quite some time since Emma had pushed herself so hard in a workout and, although it felt good, she was feeling the burn.
Aching and rubbing her arm muscles, Emma made her way back to her room. By this time of the morning the other inhabitants of the harem were likely beginning to notice that they were trapped in their rooms, meaning that she needed to finish getting ready. She hurried into her room, where an anxious Cara was up, dressed, and waiting for her.
She was pacing about the room in front of the bed as Emma entered. “Em, you’re finally back, I was starting to freak out.”
Emma moved over to the slender Brit and pulled her into a quick hug. She planted a kiss on her lips. “Sorry, workout took longer than I expected. You mind hanging while I take a shower?”
Cara grinned and brushed her finger’s lightly over Emma’s sweaty cleavage. “You look…hot.”
The brunette’s cheeks were still flush from her vigorous workout. “Yeah,” she laughed, “I am.” She leaned in and lightly kissed the blonde, trying not to touch too much of her sweaty body against her lover. “So, do you mind waiting?”
Cara shook her head no. She plopped down on the couch, crinkling her nose as Emma headed for the restroom. “Em…what’s that smell?”
“Smell?” Emma said, laughing, “I don’t smell anything.” She then closed the door before any more questions could be asked.
In truth, the stench had grown quite powerful. Emma removed her shoes and pulled off her socks, wrapping the liverwurst up inside the cloth and throwing it all, including her soiled trainers, into a garbage bag. She then took two big plastic baggies, stuffed her feet, one into each, and sealed them off with rubber bands to keep them dry. Then, she took a long, hot shower and afterwards quickly did her hair and makeup.
She lined her eyes in dark eyeliner and layered on the mascara till her sexy brown eyes popped. Her long, dark hair was slicked back and gelled to keep it shiny and she covered her lips in bright red lipstick. When she exited the restroom, she donned an outfit the master had selected just for this occasion. It was a sleek black dominatrix dress made of leather that had a plunging neckline that went all the way down to her navel and a skirt so short that it barely covered her ass. She then removed her sweaty, stinky feet from the plastic baggies and slipped them into a pair of six-inch black stiletto heels. To top off the look, she wrapped a thin black leather collar around her neck, pulled on a pair of long black gloves, and donned a black, leather dominatrix hat. Finally, on her way out of the closet, she picked up a slender black riding crop.
Cara’s eyes practically popped out of her head as Emma exited the closet. “Um…wow!” she exclaimed, standing up and moving toward her new lover. Her eyes went to the riding crop, “I hope that isn’t for me,” she said, laughing. She clutched the brunette around the waist and pulled her close. “But, if it is, it could be fun…”
Emma laughed too, she gave the blonde’s ass a playful swat with the crop. “Not today, I’m afraid.” She kissed her lightly as to not disturb her make up. Her eyes went up and down the former model’s body regretfully. “As much as I’d love to stay here and play with you all day, I’m afraid duty calls. We’re needed in the main dorm.”
Cara’s nose again crinkled. “I…thought you took a shower…what is that smell?”
Emma laughed again. She pulled away from the blonde, taking her hand and leading her towards the door. “A present,” she giggled, as they exited her room.
In the VIP lounge, Emma opened the two occupied bedrooms, allowing those inside to leave. In Emma’s absence, Alex had given Margot, Chloe, Felicity and Cara instructions to shower up and to be ready for weigh in. Upon seeing her, Emma’s attire drew curious looks from Felicity and Margot while Chloe gazed upon her with lust. The harem mistress, however, offered no explanation, nor answered any questions, she simply instructed them to follow her, and led them into the main dorm.
The room had been transformed overnight. The floor had been cleared of the normal couches, recliners, and coffee tables. Instead, in the center of the room, was a large circular dais that sat perhaps three feet off the ground. The surface of the stage was covered with thick foamy padding. All around the outer edge of the dais were six high backed wooden chairs. While similar, but fancier looking thrones sat atop and at either end of the stage. The kitchen, TV nooks, and the hallways that led into the five cells connected to this room were hidden behind huge black curtains, creating a smaller, more intimate space with the stage at its center. Finally, a fine narrow red rug led from the hallway to the restroom area to the foot of the dais where three wide metal steps led the way up.
Alex’s guards flanked the only two doors to the room. Thando and Taji stood by the door to the VIP area and nodded to Emma as she and the others passed into the main dorm. While Zeru and Ukuza were at the entrance to the hallway that led into the restroom area. All four were dressed differently than their normal black uniforms. Each man was completely nude and wore only a simple linen loin cloth that was so short it barely concealed the massive prick each possessed.
As the group led by Emma entered, they made note that two of the six chairs placed around the outside of the dais were already occupied. Dove Cameron, in blue shorts and a tee shirt sat nervously in one, while Bella Thorne, in white, appeared unfazed in the other. Both appeared freshly showered with make up on and hair done up, ready for what would normally be weigh in.
The master of the harem sat in one of the thrones atop the dais with Ari curled up at his feet. The kitty looked content as he idly stroked her back. He rose from his seat as Emma and the others entered and stepped down to greet them. He first placed a delicate kiss on his harem mistress’s cheek and whispered, “please attend to your duties, Ms. Watson.”
Emma nodded, “yes, Master.” She turned to look back over her shoulder, her eyes glittering with mischief, as she cast an amused grin at Cara before she swayed out towards the restroom. “Have fun,” she mouthed to her new friend as she disappeared into the hallway.
Alex greeted each girl with a kiss. “Please,” he said, gesturing to the chairs around the stage, “have a seat, make yourselves comfortable.”
“What’s this all about, Master?” Margot inquired, as she moved to a chair near the right side of the dais.
“Think of it as an opportunity,” he said, with a smile, as he reascended the stage.
“An opportunity for what, exactly?” she responded, a mix of curiosity and concern evident in her voice as she sat in one of the high-backed chairs and crossed her sexy legs.
The other women all found seats as their master answered. “Why, for pleasure of course,” he laughed. “Can you think of another reason I’d have gathered you all together.”
As Alex climbed the stage and retook his seat, the other ladies all found chairs and shared silent glances. Most were remembering the pool party and were wondering if this event would be something similar. Chloe, in particular, looked extremely excited. However, given the ominous nature of the stage and the foreboding absence of Taylor Swift, it was also apparent that this was going to be some kind of a show. That thought made most everyone nervous. After all, since coming here nearly everyone here had been forced to partake in some kind of display and for the most part those hadn’t been positive experiences.
The master’s answer did little to pacify the group, but when he said nothing else on the matter it quickly became obvious that they were to remain in suspense, at least until the festivities began and so they settled in to wait. The group sat in a long uncomfortable silence. Alex watching them with an amused smile, his hand returning to the human cat who now draped herself across his lap.
Meanwhile, Emma approached the restroom door. Ulu, the captain of Alex’s men, was positioned just outside. He too was dressed only in a loincloth and had a stern expression as he stood, arms folded in front of the door. With a nod of respect, he stood aside as Emma entered. “She’s ready for you, Mistress,” he said simply.
Inside, she found Taylor Swift standing and looking a little uncomfortable just inside the door. The former pop superstar was nearly unrecognizable in her outfit for the show. A blood red corset with black laces was wrapped amazingly tight around her narrow waist. Her breasts were bare and extra perky, thanks to support from the corset. Her long sexy legs were covered only by a pair of thigh-high, nine inch platform heels in the same color scheme as the corset. At the ankle, the boots were also equipped with slim metals ring that could be used to further restrain the wearer. The singer squirmed nervously at the sound of Emma’s approach. Her arms were bound tightly behind her back by thick, red leather arm restraints. It was also clear she had been given a fresh shave, as her legs and pussy were both completely bald. A blindfold covered her eyes, her long honey blonde hair was up in a tall ponytail and her lips were colored in the same bright red lipstick she’d made famous as a singer.
The former diva whimpered as the unseen person drew near to where she stood. But Emma was keen to observe that while outwardly shaking and clearly in the dark about what was happening, Taylor must also be extremely turned on as her pussy was already dripping. Her legs were slick, and a small puddle had even formed on the floor between her legs.
Without a word, Emma took a restraining strap from off the sink. She connected one end of the two-foot-long cord to each of Taylor’s ankles. It should ensure that the singer could take only the daintiest of steps or risk tripping and falling flat on her face. Upon clamping the strap in place, Emma ran a teasing hand up the diva’s long leg, collecting a bit of the moisture and just barely flirting with her cunny lips before withdrawing the touch.
Taylor flinched and whimpered at Emma’s touch. “Mi—mistress?” she gasped, as the fingers vanished.
Emma stood up, moving directly in front of the diva. Even in six-inch heels, the Brit was dwarfed by Taylor in those platform heels. She stood close, pressed her chest to the singer’s navel. “Do you want to cum today, my little fuckslut?” she whispered, pressing her fingers to Taylor’s lips.
Without hesitation Taylor nodded, “Yes, Mistress,” she gasped. “I’ll do anything!” She then wrapped her lips around Emma’s fingers and began sucking her juices from them as if she were a starving animal, moaning in delight as she did.
“Good girl,” Emma responded as she reached up and took a nipple in each hand. The Brit began to tweak and pull on them. She was gentle at first, becoming more vigorous as the event went on. Soon, she was drawing Taylor forward just a bit from her forceful tugging. She then lowered her lips and sucked on each till they were firm and hard as diamonds. By the time she was done, Taylor was gasping and heaving for breath, both from arousal and from the strain of wearing the tightly bound corset. “Are you ready, slut?”
“Yes…yes, Mistress… please…” said the former diva, in halting gulps of air.
Emma smiled. Taylor couldn’t see it because of the blindfold, but the look was properly sadistic, and the arousal on the Brit’s face was clear. She was certainly enjoying this. She reached over and took a second item down from the sink. It was a long length of fine silvery chain. At one end there was a thick leather strap. The other end split into two shorter lengths of chain at the ends of which were a pair of nipple clamps. “Good,” she whispered, “now hold still and we’ll begin.” Emma then took the clamps and locked them down tightly onto each of Taylor’s firm, hard nipples. She then grasped the chain by the strap, took a few steps away, and gave the chain a rough yank.
Taylor stumbled forward with a pathetic whimper. The unexpected pull of the chain combined with blindness, the restraint on her legs, and an inability to use her arms for balance caused her to nearly stumble and fall. “Mistress, not, not so rough…”
“Shut up, cocksleeve and follow along… That is, if you ever want to cum again…” There was an amused and derogatory tone to her voice, perfect for humiliating and arousing the sobbing diva. Emma let the threat hang in the air as she took another step towards the door and gave the chain a second yank.
With a squeal of pain, Taylor took another faltering step forward. She struggled to follow as Emma led the way out of the restroom. The short strap restraining her legs and the lack of vision made it nearly impossible for her to keep up. So, with each step came a painful yank on her tits that forced her to either move or tumble to the ground.
When they entered the hallway, Ulu took the lead, moving first into the main dorm. All eyes turned to him as he stepped through the door. He folded his arms and announced in a no-nonsense tone. “Please welcome today’s entertainment, the worthless cum dumpster, Taylor Swift.”
He stood to the side as Emma brought her in with a sharp yank on the chain. There was a collective gasp from the assembled ladies as again the former diva whimpered and took a faltering step forward, nearly stumbling as she did.
Emma swayed towards the stage, a confident almost smug look on her face as she took long purposeful strides forward. With each step, the sobbing, hesitant former mega superstar stumbled with a faltering half-step, restrained by the cord at her ankles. It was humiliating, being led by a leash attached to her nipples, each step tugging on them and causing her to squeal in pain. But the diva turned submissive cock addict had also never felt so turned on in her entire life. The thought of everyone watching her, the degradation she felt, and the anticipation of a long-awaited orgasm had her pussy flowing. She felt it dripping down her thighs with each demeaning step.
Alex rose from his throne as they approached, taking the leather strap handle of the chain when the Brit offered it to him. “Your slut, Master,” she said, with a gracious nod of her head.
“Thank you, Ms. Watson, you may take your seat. I’ll take it from here.” As Emma sat in the second throne, Alex yanked the chain, urging Taylor to step closer. With a whimper, she complied, moving within a foot of him and the dais. He then let the strap slip from his hand, it fell from his grasp and gave the diva’s nipples a little yank as it bounced in the air. She swallowed, standing up a little straighter now that she was pretty sure she wasn’t walking anywhere else.
The master of the harem lifted her chin in hand, forcing her to stand up completely straight. She was impossibly tall in those heels, even more so than Thando or Ulu. Alex had to look up to her to meet her blindfolded gaze. But she was also sexy as hell, quivering and sobbing as she stood there for inspection, arms bound behind her. “Chin up, Ms. Swift. Its time you start acting like a proper slave.”
Taylor chewed on her bottom lip. She was both nervous and terribly aroused. It had been so long since the master had fucked her. So long since anyone had given her the sweet release of orgasm that her thoughts were running wild. She shivered from even the simplest touch to her chin causing her cunt to leak like a sieve.
Alex walked in a slow circle around her, looking her over as if she were prize sow at market. “Do you know what your problem is, Ms. Swift?” he asked, lifting the blindfold from her eyes.
Her desperate, lust filled gaze settled on her master. “Master?”
With a deep frown, Alex snatched up the strap and yanked hard on it, stepping onto the stage and practically dragging Taylor Swift behind him. The pathetic diva screamed as her nipples were tugged. She took a stumbling step towards the stage. The cord binding her ankles went taut and she fell, landing with an oof upon the stairs.
Margot rose to help her, but a violent, “sit,” from Alex halted her action. He grabbed the singer by the restraints on her wrists and hauled her up the rest of the way, tossing her down onto the foamy mats which covered the stage. “Kneel before the harem,” he commanded.
With her arms bound and a length of cord preventing her legs from moving too far apart, Taylor struggled to force her way up into a kneeling position. The harem looked on while she wriggled around on the stage. Some of the ladies, such as Margot, appeared sympathetic and even concerned for her. Others, like, Chloe and Bella, seemed amused and even looked as if they were enjoying the singer’s torment. Alex, however, looked only disappointed as she fought and failed to do as he commanded. With a sigh, he finally lifted her by her arms and sat her to kneel before him.
Taylor was in tears from the humiliation of her ordeal. She looked down at the mat, studying her master’s slippers. She sobbed and fought to breathe. Her breasts heaved as she tried to catch her breath, the corset keeping a tight grip on her waist as tears streamed down her face, causing her mascara to streak.
Suddenly, Alex’s face softened just a bit. He reached down and lifted her chin so she would again look into his eyes. “You never answered me, Ms. Swift. Do you know what your problem is?”
The diva’s chin trembled as she met the unflinching gaze of her master. She looked extremely sad with tears in her beautiful blue eyes and her lips coming together to form a full pout. She shook her head pathetically side to side. “No…” she gasped. “…I’m just a worthless slut.”
“That may be true,” Alex said, as he carried on, still holding tight to her chin. “But that is not the problem. The problem, Ms. Swift, is that you are a self-centered, greedy, bitch. A glutton who cares only about herself.”
Taylor burst into tears, a loud miserable cry of despair issuing forth from her trembling lips. “M—M—Master… that…that isn’t true.” She glanced around at the assembled ladies, shame and fear filling her watery gaze. “I—I love you…”
Alex smiled sympathetically. He knelt next to the sobbing diva and gently ran his fingertips down her cheek. She looked back to him, a tentative hope filling her eyes. “I believe you, Ms. Swift. But—” he stood and turned his gaze upon the harem, “how have you treated the women who have given you their hearts? How did you reciprocate the love they showed to you? When in the throes of passion have you ever offered them pleasure without first ensuring your own?”
Taylor cast a guilty look towards Bella, then to Cara, tears streaming down her cheeks. She hung her head in shame, pathetically sobbing as her master stood over her. “M—Master… I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry, Ms. Swift. Today, I’m going to give you a chance to make it all better.” He again crouched next to her and tenderly stroked her hair. “This time,” he whispered, “you will do as I ask. Perform for us, and I can promise you the most fulfilling orgasm you’ve ever had.”
She sat up a little straighter, biting her quivering bottom lip and offering him a brave nod. “Thank, thank you, Master.” At the realization that she was going to have to perform, Taylor suddenly looked nervous as she peered around at the assembled ladies. “What…what would you have me do, Master?”
“Simple,” said Alex, standing with a grand gesture towards the harem, “show me that you ‘can’ pleasure another. You will bring an orgasm to every willing member of the harem.” He turned his back on the kneeling popstar to address the harem. “Ladies, feel free to abstain if you do not wish Ms. Swift to sully you with her filthy mouth and her dirty tongue. I will think no less of you. But know that if you choose not to participate, one of my guards will fill in for you.”
The reaction from the crowd was decidedly mixed. Bella and Chloe looked downright amused. Felicity was aghast and brought a shocked hand to her mouth, while Margot looked only slightly less outraged. Her gaze was sympathetic, despite knowing that Taylor was likely getting off on this abuse. Dove’s face was a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Her cheeks blushed red and she cast a shy gaze to the floor. But it was the last of the women sitting around the stage who was the hardest to read. Cara Delevingne’s face was a mask. Her gorgeous blue eyes revealed nothing as they flitted from Taylor over to Emma then up at the master.
While Alex spoke and Taylor sobbed, Ari stretched out on stage, she cocked her head at the diva on display and began to stealthily stalk toward her. She maneuvered around behind her and pressed her cheek against her bare shoulders, purring softly as she nuzzled the diva’s flesh. Sliding her face along Taylor’s back, Ari wound herself around the singer’s side, pushing her nose down and in between her knees.
Taylor was so surprised by this, she just sat there in shock as Ari began to nuzzle her bare pussy. Whimpering softly when the kitty gave her a gentle lick and flinching from the urgent need she felt to cum. “Meow,” cooed the kitty as she plunged her tongue down the diva’s slit and just barely probed inside her.
Alex turned at the sound and shooed Ari off stage. “Bad kitty!” She bounced down the steps with a dejected meow and bound toward Chloe, where she curled up at the little girl’s feet.
As Ari curled up at Chloe’s feet, Alex turned to look at Emma. “Without further ado, our harem mistress is up first. Ms. Watson, this greedy bitch is all yours.” With that, he scooped up the leather strap end of Taylor’s nipple leash and handed it to Emma.
With a wicked gleam in her eye, Emma took the strap from her master. Taylor turned a frightful eye to the harem mistress as Alex stepped down off the stage to watch. The diva whimpered as Emma yanked on the chain, dragging her forward by her nipples. As Taylor struggled to crawl to her, Emma slipped her left foot out of the stiletto heeled shoe she was wearing and lifted her leg in the singer’s direction.
The smell of sweaty liverwurst hit Taylor’s nose like a Mack truck as she was forced closer. She tried to turn her head, to pull back, but Emma yanked on the leash, practically dragging her closer. As soon as she was close enough, the harem mistress pressed her foot to Taylor’s mouth. “Suck,” she commanded, wiggling her toes past the diva’s lips.
It was possibly the most disgusting thing Taylor had ever experienced. She gagged violently, nearly retching all over the harem mistress’s foot. But at the same time, she felt her pussy spasm in ecstasy. The humiliation she felt with everyone watching and the degradation of having Emma’s disgusting foot in her mouth reminded her of the demeaning way the Master had fucked her the first time she’d given herself to him. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go, remembering how he’d wrapped his hands around her throat and fucked her senseless while slowly choking the life out of her. Moaning like a whore, she sucked the top half of Emma’s foot into her mouth, forcing her lips as far down as they would go and gagging herself again and again till her pussy spasmed from the humiliation she felt.
The stench was horrible, it burned Taylor’s nose as she sucked on Emma’s foot. There was a primal urge to pull away. She could taste the sweat and the salty, greasy taste of the liverwurst and had to fight every second not to puke. But knowing that her Mistress had to have done this purposely, just to humiliate her made Taylor quiver with desire to pleasure the sexy Brit. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she engulfed as much of Emma’s foot as she could possibly force past her lips, moaning in delight as she did.
As Taylor sucked on her foot, Emma turned to look at her new lover. Cara was watching her with a stony expression. Their eyes met, and the harem mistress cocked her head to the side as if to question what was wrong. Emma wondered if the sexy blonde was jealous. Suddenly, she grinned, that must be it. Cara was jealous. She raised a hand to her breast and squeezed it, her eyes locking on her lover’s. Her lips parted in pleasure as she mouthed, “I want you,” and gave the blonde a cute wink.
Cara’s thick eye brows raised in surprise. For a moment, it was hard to tell if she had interpreted her lover’s message to not be jealous as her face remained an unmoving rock. But, a moment later a bright, happy smile beamed across her face. She looked down, for once timid and coy from the attention, then back up to meet Emma’s gaze. She bit her lip in a coy admission that she’d understood and mouthed, “Have fun,” as she continued to watch her lover’s eyes.
After a few moments spent stuffing Emma’s foot into her face, Taylor pulled back just enough to remove it from her mouth. She pressed her nose against the dripping wet heel and breathed the scent in deep. She then ran her tongue up it and began to lick and suck Emma’s toes, taking each vile, sweaty digit between her lips and going down on it like it was a cock. Her tongue darted past her lips as she lapped hungrily at the space between the toes. Once each little piggy was sucked clean, she ran her tongue down the ball towards the heel of Emma’s foot and began lapping at it like she was tasting the most delectable substance on Earth.
Soon Taylor’s ass was bouncing up and down in a desperate attempt to pleasure her mistress as she fought to slurp and suck every square inch of Emma’s foot clean. Because of the leg restraints, her ass wasn’t quite able to touch the foamy mat beneath her. But, because of how turned on she’d become, a progressively larger splotch of wetness was spreading over the stage. Eventually little strands of pussy juice stuck and connected her twat to the mat.
“Look,” Chloe said, pointing, “this slut is really getting off on this.” The little girl in a tiny pink skirt and tube top with her hair up in pigtails look enraptured. She watched her “mommy” and chewed on the back of her index finger, lust filling her eyes.
The diva’s face burned red in embarrassment, but that didn’t stop her from nearly sucking Emma’s entire foot back into her mouth. She moaned and gagged from the effort to get as much of it back into her as possible. At this point, the harem mistress’s foot was dripping in thick ropy strands of saliva. It ran down the heel and bottom of her foot and dripped steadily upon the mat near Taylor’s knees.
“You love that don’t you, whore,” Emma said, as she withdrew her foot and placed it to Taylor’s forehead, using it to hold her back.
Taylor knelt there, gasping for breath, arms still bound behind her. She looked up at her mistress licked her lips and desperately cried, “Yes—yes, Mistress. Use me like the worthless whore I am.” The singer’s eyes burned with desire, but she wasn’t yet so far gone that her cheeks didn’t burn in embarrassment from such an admission in front of the assembled crowd.
Emma met the diva’s gaze, oblivious to the crowd. Her eyes filled with lust. She gestured Taylor closer with a finger and pulled almost tenderly on the chain.
The tension on her nipples drew Taylor closer. Stumbling on her knees from the cord on her ankles and with her arms bound, it wasn’t easy to move toward the mistress. She was forced to move slowly. But she did advance.
Emma watched Taylor stumble with an amused, passionate smile. “Would you like to eat my pussy, bitch?
Taylor nodded, her eyes dropping down to Emma’s lap. “Yes…Mistress. I want to please you.” With that omission, the diva’s shame filled eyes flited around the crowd, and her cheeks again flushed red, but she didn’t stop crawling forward.
“Then beg me for the privilege.” Emma teased, as she scooted forward on the throne and with a sexy grin, raised the tiny leather skirt up over her hips.
Taylor licked her lips at the glimpse she was given of her mistress’s pretty pink pussy, desire burning in her eyes. “Mistress, I know I’m a greedy, self-centered cunt. But…please…” she again licked her lips, her chest heaving as she took deep breaths, “…please let me taste you. I…I need it…”
Bella Thorne pinched her nipples through the ridiculous white cotton tee-shirt she wore. “What a slut,” she whispered to no one in particular.
Emma grinned. She spread her legs wide, putting her pussy on display as Taylor’s gaze lingered on her sex. She gave the nipple leash another forceful little tug to bring the diva within reach then seized the singer’s ponytail and pressed her face against her twat. The diva first took a slow, tantalizing lap at her slit and Emma turned her gaze to Alex. Her eyes burned with a twisted look of satisfaction and lust as the blonde nuzzled her pussy and began to suck on her clit.
Alex smiled at her feeling an indescribable thrill at the wild abandon his harem mistress was showing. The realization that Emma Watson was not only willing to put herself on display and was encouraging a fellow woman and prisoner to debase herself but that she was also deriving pleasure from the act turned him on immensely. He folded his arms over his chest and watched her watching him as Taylor Swift began to eat Emma’s pussy in earnest.
Margot Robbie, sat in awe as she watched her former lover drag a former diva across a stage and yank her, face first, into her pussy. Her eyes were transfixed as Taylor began to suck and lick on Emma’s clit. Despite herself, she grew wet and she shifted in her seat uncomfortably, in need of some kind of pressure on her sex. She knew Taylor was getting off on this, but she didn’t realize how much she was going to enjoy it.
Emma slid even further down on the throne. She propped her legs up over the arms and pushed Taylor lower, directing the singer’s tongue at her anus. Moaning loudly as the blonde’s tongue probed her asshole, Emma pressed her fingertips to her clit and began to roll them in a slow circle. “That’s right, slut, eat my ass.” Emma’s eyes closed in ecstasy, breaking the intense stare she shared with Alex as Taylor’s tongue worked its way deep inside her. She began to hump the singer’s face and rub her own clit faster and faster.
Taylor worked her tongue deeper and deeper into Emma’s butthole. She felt her pussy positively dripping at the debasement she was experiencing. It was an odd sensation, feeling embarrassment and humiliation but from that, extreme arousal. She flicked her tongue back and forth across the rigid surface of Emma’s sphincter then pushed her face deep between the Brit’s butt cheeks in order to shove her tongue as far in as it could go. It was then, as the harem mistress’s steady hand on her head forced her forward, her tongue buried in ass and a sexy woman writhing beneath her, that Taylor realized something. She was a slut and she loved it.
It wasn’t quite the mind-blowing orgasm she’d been yearning for, but here on her knees eating Emma Watson’s asshole, Taylor felt her body wracked by tiny spasms of pleasure. The feeling of giving pleasure was actually causing her satisfaction. From this point on, she realized that she was no longer just a cock addict, she wasn’t just a greedy bitch who needed to cum. She could derive pleasure from giving pleasure.
Moaning like a whore, her pussy spasming, Taylor withdrew her tongue and slid it over Emma’s moist taint. She pushed the Brit’s hand aside with her nose, drew her tongue over the Brit’s pretty pink fucksleeve and sucked down hard on her clit. “Fuck, Tay!” exclaimed Emma, going almost limp in the chair. “Your tongue feels so fucking good!”
Taylor went wild. Her tongue probed Emma’s pussy as if in a near frenzied need to survive, working it faster and deeper. Up over her clit she worked her tongue, then dove rapidly back down to her asshole where she shoved it in as far as it would go.
Emma went crazy as Taylor went into overdrive. She seized the back of the singer’s head in both hands and literally rubbed her crotch back and forth over the blonde’s face. Her legs slid off the throne and went up over the singer’s slender back, clutching her even tighter and using her legs to urge the blonde into more vigorous action. With a loud, lusty moan, Emma began to grind her cunt against the diva’s hungry mouth, moving the singer up and down with the guiding motion of her hands and legs.
The tension built in Emma’s slender body as she humped Taylor’s face. The hushed awe of the crowd and the wet slurping sounds of the slut between her legs drove her ever closer to orgasm. She shivered and shuddered when the diva swirled her tongue over her clit and moved down to probe her asshole. “Eat that fucking asshole you cum craving whore,” she gasped, as she held the blonde’s face to her butthole.
Taylor tongue fucked Emma’s loosening asshole as the Brit removed a hand from the back of her head and shoved three fingers into her dripping wet snatch. She worked her tongue in and back and forth as she felt the brunette’s body begin to go rigid. “Cum for me, Mistress,” she gasped between licks, “I want to drink your cum, like a good whore.”
Emma threw her head back, a deep, throaty moan burst forth from her lips. Her whole body shook in ecstasy as Taylor plunged her tongue deep into her asshole. She shuddered, gripping the singer’s body with her feet and holding her tight against her ass. A hot, heady spray of girl-cum exploded from her pussy, coating the lusty blonde’s face. “Drink up, Bitch!”
Taylor felt her pussy shudder in another tiny orgasm as Emma came on her face. She moaned and began to lap up the sweet juices like a hungry animal. The harem mistress went limp a moment later, so she craned her neck up and consumed the honeyed nectar straight from the source. Tenderly, she ran her tongue deep into her mistress’s still twitching cunt, sucking up the luscious liquid like it was mana from heaven.
A moment later Emma recovered enough to sit up and she gently pushed the diva back onto her ass. She slid off her throne into her lap and kissed the singer long and deep. Taylor gleefully opened her mouth to accept the harem mistress’s probing tongue and gently sucked on it as it ran past her lips. The kiss lasted only moments before it was interrupted by a jubilant “woooo,” from the crowd, followed by Chloe’s excited voice proclaiming, “my turn!”
Emma pulled back and gave Taylor a satisfied smile. The diva’s face was a right mess, girl cum dripping from her chin. Her mascara had run, leaving long black streaks from her eyes all the way down her cheeks. The bright red lipstick, so pristine before, was left smudged, leaving red marks on her chin and upper lip alike. Her gorgeous blue eyes were bloodshot, and she was gasping and heaving for breath, the corset at her waist severely limiting her ability to breath.
Emma stood looked down at the gasping diva with an indifferent shrug. She lifted her sweaty, meat-stinking foot to the singer’s forehead and, with a forceful push, shoved her onto her back. She gazed around at the assembled harem, an evil little grin on her face, and with a modest shimmy of her hips pulled her tight leather skirt back down over her ass. “Not yet, sweetie,” she called to the little girl bouncing in her chair. “You have to wait your turn.”
For a moment, she looked down at Dove Cameron. The timid blonde was looking down at the floor her face flush with embarrassment. After all, this had been a rather lurid display, and she was still pretty new. Just as Emma was wondering if the blonde was going to be perhaps the only one who might pass on the festivities, she lifted her eyes to meet the Brit’s. The teen bit her lip coyly, her sexy green eyes were shy, but Emma thought she saw desire building there. She gave the teen a smile, but she immediately turned her eyes back to the floor, too ashamed to meet her gaze.
“That’s right,” said Alex, moving back next to the stage so all the ladies could see him. “It’s Margot’s turn.”
“Awww,” Chloe said, flopping back down in her seat, a big pouty frown on her face.
Alex smiled as he turned his gaze from Chloe to Margot. “How about it, Ms. Robbie. Do you want to take your turn on Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride, or would you prefer a stand in?”
The beautiful blonde Aussie’s cheeks reddened as all eyes turned to her. She glanced next to her, where Felicity sat, her eyes widening as she realized, for the first time, that her would-be lover’s hand was inside her shorts. “Um…” she mumbled, quickly turning her gaze back to Alex.
“I want to watch…” Felicity whispered. Margot saw from the corner of her eye the lusty brunette stroke her pussy as she looked between her and the stage. “…watch that slut tongue fuck you…”
Again, Margot’s face reddened. Apparently, she was the only one to hear the filthy words spoken by the normally reserved Brit. She stood on shaky legs, extending a hand toward Alex who offered to lead her onto the stage. “Um… sure, why not?”
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