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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: FF oral humiliation voyeur WS
Day 44 (11:30 A.M.)
“Um… sure, why not?” said Margot Robbie, as she took her master’s hand. She walked on shaky legs around the dais in the center of the main dorm. The room had been transformed overnight. Now, black curtains hung all around, obscuring much of the big communal area into a more intimate space with a large round stage at its center.
Alex led Margot around the stage toward the steps, steadying her with his arm. He offered the brilliant Aussie a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. Everything will be great,” he whispered, sensing her anxiety. “Just have fun.”
They reached the three wide metal steps that led up and she smiled back, feeling more confident with the words of her master, the man she loved. “Ok…” She bit her lip coyly and looked down before ascending the stairs.
Once on stage, she released Alex’s hand and gazed down at the gasping pop star lying upon the dais. Taylor Swift wore a blood red corset laced super tight with black string. Her hands were bound behind her back, her legs were splayed, showing most of the room her dripping wet cunt, and there was a thin metal leash attached to clamps on her nipples. She was breathing deep after literally tongue fucking Emma Watson to orgasm in a graphic display of the slut she had become.
As Margot stood over her, the singer’s blue eyes, bloodshot and streaked with mascara, looked up at her. She smiled blearily and licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come next. “May I suck your cunt?” she asked, with a short, semi delirious laugh.
Margot looked around the room, feeling nervous. She tensed up and found herself wanting to back down. But, when her gaze reached Felicity Jones, the Brit offered her a lusty grin and she watched as the normally reserved woman openly stroked her pussy beneath her shorts. She wanted desperately to please her would be lover and so tried to banish the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She then pulled the black tee-shirt over her head, dropped her shorts and panties to the floor, and stood fully nude over Taylor, who was eyeing her like a piece of meat. She felt color rise on her cheeks with all eyes in the room admiring her naked body, but it was now or never, she thought.
She straddled the singer’s head, remembering all the previous times they’d had sex in the past. Those times had been good, and she saw no reason why this would be any different. Slowly, she crouched, lowering herself down towards Taylor’s face. Her bald pussy lips connected with diva’s, and she groaned softly as the former superstar sucked upon them. Gently, Margot ran her fingers through the blonde’s hair and cradled her face against her twat. She licked her lips as the singer began to run her tongue into the folds of her pussy, probing her insides.
The Aussie’s gaze flitted to Felicity, who was watching, enraptured, like they were the only people in the room. Their eyes locked as Taylor’s tongue danced with her clit. Margot moaned, watching Felicity watch her. She began to gently hump Taylor’s face, her eyes never leaving those of the woman she wanted to be with.
It was a more sensual experience than the display Emma had put on for them. All the people in the room vanished. Even Taylor in a way. It was just she and Felicity. Margot cupped and squeezed one of her tits, pinching a nipple as Felicity stroked her pussy under her shorts.
The green-eyed Brit bit her lip as Margot put on a show. She took a deep breath as her fingers deftly stroked her pussy and she imagined them belonging to the Aussie on stage. Soon, Margot was gasping for breath as the diva brought her steadily towards orgasm and, Felicity, herself, tensed. She closed in on her own orgasm as the obvious tension rose between them.
Margot pushed Taylor’s head back onto the mat. She slid forward and pressed the full weight of her body onto the singer’s face, mashing her cunt into the blonde’s lips. She gasped as Taylor responded by shoving all of her tongue inside. But her eyes never left Felicity’s. She breathed deep, continued pinching her nipple, and began to hump the diva’s mouth. A few moments later, she felt the orgasm threatening to consume her.
“You’re so fucking hot,” she whispered to Felicity, who had leaned forward in her chair, bringing their lips just inches apart.
The two would be lovers’ lips met. Margot felt the petite brunette tense up in orgasm as she rubbed her pussy and kissed her. At the same time, Taylor was sucking on her clit, pressing her tongue against it and as the tender kiss broke, Margot came. Her head tilted backwards. Her eyes closed and she shuddered on the diva’s face, cumming hard into her hungry mouth.
A moment of silent awe filled the room.
“Whoa…” exclaimed Chloe, breaking the tension. “That was hot…”
Margot sat up and looked around the room. All eyes were on her, their gazes expressing the sentiment expressed by Chloe. Margot looked down as her cheeks colored red. She stood up off the gasping diva and fetched her clothes from the stage.
Alex was waiting at the foot of the stairs. He smiled at her and again offered his hand to help her down. She took it and returned to her seat. Immediately upon sitting, Felicity slid into Margot’s lap and kissed her again. The two women snuggled together in the high-backed wooden chair and began a tender make out session as the master of the harem called his little girl up on the stage.
“Yes!” Chloe exclaimed, in an animated fashion and scrambled up on stage.
Chloe Moretz was wearing a short pink mini skirt and a tube top of the same color. Her golden blonde locks hung in twirling pigtails on either side of her head, and she clutched a small brown teddy bear named Colin to her chest as she hurried up on to the stage. Once there, she looked down at her Daddy and smiled broadly. “Daddy,” she cooed, shifting her shoulders from side to side, “will you and Mommy come sit with me on stage?”
Alex smiled and glanced over to Emma. The Brit dressed in a black leather dominatrix skirt was sitting in Cara Delevingne’s lap, where she’d just watched Margot. “How about it, Mommy, want to come on stage and watch our little girl hump a slut’s face?”
Emma laughed and cast a glance between Alex and Cara. She smiled at her new lover and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. “Duty calls,” she whispered, as she pulled back. Alex waited by the steps for her to approach and offered her his hand as she ascended the stage. He followed her and took a seat on his throne.
Emma curled into his lap and folded her legs over the arm of the chair. “Go ahead, baby,” she said, with a grin to the impatiently waiting little girl.
Chloe handed Emma her teddy. “Here, Mommy, you hold Colin for me, ok?”
“Sure, baby,” she responded, with a grin.
The little blonde teen stripped off her clothes. She snatched up the leash connected to Taylor’s nipples and then lowered herself onto the former diva’s face. Chloe was in a reverse cow-girl position, so she faced Taylor’s body as well as her Mommy and Daddy, who were almost directly in front of her. “Ok, bitch,” she teased and tugged on the chain, “you better eat me good.”
Taylor’s head came off the mat as she craned up to reach Chloe’s sex, her tongue slid past her lips and touched the little teen’s pussy. The girls behind her could see the singer’s tongue just beginning to work in and out of the teen when, with a sharp yank, Chloe pulled on the leash and simultaneously ripped a vicious fart.
There was a collective groan from around the room. Every face in the room save one turned to a frown. Everyone but Bella, that is. The teen redhead laughed and scooted forward on her chair to watch.
“Ooopsie,” Chloe said, cute as a button. She shifted her hips and pressed them down, smashing her twat right into Taylor’s face. The diva groaned in pain and disgust a sound that was mostly muffled as the little girl shoved her cunt into her face. The smell filled the small area as the teen then began to grind on the singer’s face. “What’s wrong, Tay Tay, I thought you were gonna eat me?”
Taylor had turned her head in disgust and was gagging. “No?” said Chloe sadly… “KK, I’ll just yank on this chain till you decide you want to…” She then raised the chain till it was taut and began to yank it up and down, just enough to stretch and pull Taylor’s nipples painfully.
It didn’t take long for Taylor to decide that disgust was better than pain. She again raised her head off the mat and pressed her lips to Chloe’s. The diva’s tongue probed into the little girl’s twat as she began to suck on her clit.
Chloe moaned softly, biting her lip and giving the chain one more yank. She then lowered her hands to the stage and used them to more forcefully press back into the singer’s mouth. Her hips began to rock back and forth as Taylor’s lapping became more animated. “Mmmmm, Mommy,” she said, looking up at Emma, “this feels so good. This slut knows what she’s doing.”
Emma slid off Alex’s lap onto the floor next to her little girl. She gently brushed the hair from her eyes and cupped her chin. “You like that, baby?” she asked, leaning in close.
Chloe nodded, biting her lip as she continued to grind on Taylor’s face. She gazed into Emma’s eyes, hers burning with lust. Her tongue snaked past her full pouty lips. “Mommy…” she groaned, as Taylor vigorously tongue fucked her. “Kiss me, Mommy… Please. Give your little girl a kiss.”
By now, Chloe was practically bouncing up and down on Taylor’s face as she drew closer to an orgasm. Emma looked over her shoulder, momentarily making eye contact with Cara. She turned back to Chloe with a smile. “Of course, baby.” The Brit affectionately held the blonde’s head and leaned in. Their lips met in a tender, wet, passionate kiss.
It lasted only a few moments, but when it broke, a thin strand of saliva connected their lips. “Mmmmmm,” groaned Chloe. “I’m so close.” She looked up at Emma, her green eyes filled with desperation. “Can…can I cum, Mommy, please…” she was gasping for breath, her tiny boobs bouncing as she practically hopped up and down on Taylor’s face.
“I don’t know…” Emma said, with a sadistic grin. “I think you’ll have to ask your Daddy’s permission.”
“Mmmmmmm,” Chloe cooed, shifting her hips and biting her lip. “Daddy,” she sighed, “please. Please let your little girl cum…”
Taylor meanwhile had redoubled her efforts. Her tongue was rapidly moving in and out of the blonde’s tiny slit. It was her turn to taunt. A sloppy wet sucking sound reverberated around the room as she slurped Chloe’s clit between her lips. She craned her head up and shoved her tongue as deep into the little girl as it would go.
Chloe moaned again loudly as Alex looked around the room, considering her request. “Daddy… please…” she begged.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” He asked, grinning at everyone, but watching Bella with particular interest. The redhead was cupping her breast and watching the show intensely.
“MMmmmhhmmmm. Yes, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl.” Chloe was whining and panting and literally twerking her ass up and down on Taylor’s face. She bit her lip and cast a desperate glance between Alex and Emma.
“Give your Mommy one more kiss and then it’s up to her.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Chloe looked desperately back to Emma. She licked her lips even as she continued to bounce on Taylor’s face.
The harem mistress smiled and cupped the blonde’s neck. She tenderly stroked her cheek and kissed her ever so gently. Chloe’s pouty lips opened as Emma’s tongue pressed against them. She sucked on it and moaned into the Brit’s mouth as an epic orgasm built in her tummy.
Emma pulled back and gazed into Chloe’s lusty green eyes. “Come for me, baby,” she whispered.
As soon as the words left Emma’s mouth, the little girl’s head flew back, her blonde curls flying overhead. Her eyes rolled in their sockets and her lips parted. “Fuck!” she groaned low and deep, as the sensation rippled through her tiny body. She orgasmed, exploding all over Taylor’s face.
The diva moaned contentedly as she continued lapping at Chloe’s spasming cunt until the little girl collapsed into her Mommy’s arms, gasping for breath. Emma pulled her into her lap and gently brushed the hair from her eyes. “Poor thing,” she said, looking up at Alex. “She’s tuckered herself right out.”
Alex stood up and pulled Chloe into his arms. She curled up and leaned her head against his chest, nearly unconscious from the experience. “Sure did,” he said, looking around the room. “It seems like she might need a babysitter… What do you think?” He asked, looking down at Emma.
“Seems like a good idea. Did you have someone qualified in mind?”
“Sure do.” He said, as he carried the snoozing blonde down the stairs. He walked around the stage, stopping before Bella Thorne. “What do you say, miss? Would you like to make a few bucks?”
Bella looked up, her expression going from enthralled to horrified in an instant. “Me?” she croaked.
“At least until it’s your turn. Why not?”
“Um… ok…” The redhead set back in her seat as her master deposited the nude dozing babe into her arms. As Chloe curled against her, Bella took the opportunity to gaze down at the little girl’s sweat covered, sexy body and lick her lips in desire. “You should know, I don’t work cheap, Master,” she said with a playful grin.
Alex laughed and gently stroked her cheek. “I’m sure we can work something out,” and added a knowing wink. Then, he leaned in close to her ear. “But,” he whispered, “remember, she’s not allowed to cum without permission.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” the teen said lustfully, as she again looked hungrily down at the blonde’s tiny body.
Alex smoothed the hair from Chloe’s face and kissed her forehead. He then turned back to his audience. “Who’s up next?” He asked with an animated gesture to continue the show. The master of the harem looked around the room as if considering. His gaze eventually settled on Cara after he’d suitably extended the drama. “Right, it’s your turn, Ms. Delevingne.”
Cara stood, looking much more nervous than she typically did. She cast a tentative gaze around the room as she approached her master, who once again stood at the foot of the stairs. Her cheeks colored as she took his hand and ascended the stage.
Emma offered the blonde Brit an encouraging smile and a wink as she slid off the dais and settled into the chair her new lover had occupied only a few moments ago.
“So… what now… strip?” Cara asked in an almost shy voice as she folded her arms across her chest and looked down at Alex. “Sit on her face like everyone else?”
“If you like,” he responded, with a casual grin. “Anything you want really. She’s there for your pleasure.”
Cara nodded slowly. She pulled her new black tee-shirt up over her head, revealing her small perky tits and tight, finely toned stomach. Her hands then went to the waistband of her shorts. She slid them down her firm thighs. But as she stepped out of them, she looked down at Taylor Swift.
Before coming here, she had admired the pop sensation, looked up to her. She’d been infatuated with… had even dreamed about being with her. Now… The former diva was a mess. Her legs were splayed, opened as far as the leather cord binding her ankles would allow. Her pussy was literally drooling onto the stage. She was gasping for breath, no doubt from a corset that was wrapped so tightly around her waist it looked as though she might suffocate. Then there was her face. Her lipstick was smeared nearly beyond recognition, her mascara had run, it now streaked her face and her eyes were bloodshot, desperate and filled with tears.
“Cara,” Taylor gasped longingly. “Your cunt tastes just like honey… Please… let me taste it again.” The diva was gazing up at her hungrily. She licked her lips and raised her head off the mat, practically begging the Brit to sit on her face.
Cara couldn’t tell if that desperation was out of a want to pleasure her, or simply a desire to finally please her new master. But either way, it turned her stomach. It made her sick to think of what had become of a woman who had once been her idol. She looked away in disgust, no longer feeling the least bit aroused. She bent down and snatched her clothes up off the floor. “I…I’m sorry. I, I can’t do this.”
She hopped off the stage and fled for the door to the VIP area, tears in her eyes. For a moment, Thando and Taji looked as though they were going to bar her way, but a gesture from Alex caused them to move from her path. “Let her go,” he said, as she put her thumb to the pad, threw open the door, and fled the room.
Emma immediately stood up to follow her. She took two steps when her master spoke. “You stay here, Ms. Watson. You still have duties to attend to.”
“Yes, Master,” she said, still staring at the door Cara had fled through. She bit her lip in consternation, clenched her fists, and took a deep breath before turning back to the action.
“You’re up, Ms. Jones,” Alex said, turning from his harem mistress to the brunette in Margot’s lap.
Felicity too was staring at the door. She looked to the stage and the sloppy pop star gasping on the floor. Her gaze then went to Margot, whom she offered a consoling frown. I’m going to pass as well, Master.” She looked to him with a tempered smile. “I’d like to request a stand in.”
“Very well,” responded the harem master, nonchalantly. It made sense really for her to sit this out. Felicity was a voyeur, though she was still too embarrassed to admit it. She wanted to partake, to watch, but the idea of getting on stage and performing was likely much more than she could handle. Alex looked back around the room determined not to let the negativity from Cara’s refusal to take part show on his face or come through in his voice. He turned towards Dove with a charming smile. “Ms. Cameron, you’re the next highest ranked. Would you like a turn?”
The platinum blonde haired teen turned a deep shade of crimson as all eyes in the room turned to her. She pushed the hair on her right side up over her ear and looked to the floor. “Um… I…” Nervously, she searched the room till her gaze settled on Emma. Her eyebrows arched in question.
“Go ahead,” said the Brit, with a grin of encouragement. “It’ll be fun, promise.”
“Yeah…Ok.” Dove stood from her chair, her cheeks still stained crimson. She studied the floor as she walked towards the stage and took her master’s outstretched hand, grateful for the added balance it provided.
Alex held her hand as the timid teen climbed the stage, steadying her. He followed after and pulled her back gently into his chest. He placed his lips against her ear, giving it a tender kiss. “You could sit on her face, if you like. But, might I suggest sitting in Ms. Watson’s throne, and making her come to you.” He gave her a soft hug and breathed in her scent. “It should be less stressful than grinding on her mouth… Just sit back, let her do the work.”
Dove nodded, closing her eyes and basking in her master’s strength. For some reason, it was reassuring. Even though she knew that she should be repulsed by him and what was going on here. “Ok…” she whispered.
She stepped away from him, fidgeting nervously as he moved to stand next to his own throne. His pale gray eyes watched her as she shyly pulled her shirt overhead, and bashfully pushed her shorts down her slender legs. Her arms modestly moved to cover her full, perky breasts, and her cheeks turned an even darker shade of crimson as she took a seat in the harem mistress’s chair.
“Get over there, slut!” Alex said forcefully, as he nudged the lascivious popstar with his foot.
Taylor looked up at him, her mouth agape. She licked her lips as a giddy smile touched them. Then with a musical laugh she rolled onto her knees and crawled toward Dove. “Yes, Master,” she responded lewdly. “I live to serve…”
The timid blonde watched the diva as if she were a coiled snake, inching back in her chair for fear of being bitten. Taylor’s arms were still restrained, her legs bound by a length of leather cord, so movement was neither fast nor easy. But slowly she advanced on the teen. Her bloodshot blue eyes took on a zealous quality that conveyed a desire to devour the young girl, who, if possible, recoiled even more.
Dove was seriously beginning to reconsider her decision to partake in this event. As the now scary looking pop star crawled toward her, she thought about standing and bolting before the deranged diva got too close. But, as those and other anxious thoughts raced through her brain, she felt a presence next to her. She looked up in fright.
“Don’t worry,” Emma said, with a reassuring smile. She squeezed her shoulder and leaned in close. “Remember, you’re in charge,” she said, with a whisper. “When she gets close, I want you to grab her by the hair and yank her into your crotch. Don’t even think about it, just do it.”
The former Disney star looked nervous, even scared, but she turned away from Emma with a determined look on her face. She swallowed as the prurient blonde shambled closer, licking her lips. “Ok. I can do that… I think.” The last she said so quietly even Emma standing at her shoulder didn’t hear.
Taylor licked her lips and a near deranged grin spread across her face. “I’m gonna gobble you up, little girl,” she said, with a laugh.
Dove sat up in the chair, her hands trembling as she readied herself to do just what her harem mistress instructed. She cast one more anxious glance Emma’s way, but, as Taylor moved in just close enough, she lurched forward, seized the blonde by the back of her head and yanked her down towards her crotch. Her legs opened, revealing to the room her perfectly shaved tight teen cunny lips for just an instant. The next, the view was obscured by the pop sensation’s head.
Taylor had just enough time for a startled gasp before her mouth was flush with the teen’s bare, smooth pussy. She sighed in delight as her tongue slid past her lips to begin lapping against the sexy slit. Dove began to moan and shift in her seat and the diva felt a wave of euphoria, a thrill, as she wondered whether this was the teen’s first experience with the tongue of a woman.
That thought drove Taylor wild and she became determined to make this the best orgasm of the young blonde’s life. She began to vigorously lap and suck at her clit, working it between tongue and lip. Delicately, she sucked on it and ran her tongue into the girl’s insides, teasing her and driving her ever upwards. She could feel Dove trembling in desire. Then, when the teen moaned and started rocking her hips, she shifted gears and switched back to fast and furiously trying to devour her.
Close to ten minutes passed. Emma looked up from where Dove was panting and bucking in the chair. The teen was literally writhing in ecstasy but hadn’t yet cum. She smiled at her master who was watching with interest. “Want me to help things along?”
Alex had constructed a massive tent in his pants. He was enthralled watching the desperate pop star going wild with desire to pleasure the young blonde. He watched as she threw her head back, moaning as if the crowd had vanished, sweat drippled down her forehead. Her breasts mashed together as she clutched Taylor closer, it was nearly as impressive as the show Emma had put on for them.
When his harem mistress spoke, he looked up in surprise, grinning when he realized she was enjoying this as much, if not more than he. “Delicately,” he said, his eyes returning to the action. “Perhaps, with a… reminder…”
“Yes, Master.” Emma stepped away from the chair, knowing exactly what she needed to do. Dove was so enraptured by what Taylor was doing to her she didn’t even notice. The Brit took two steps and crouched next to where the singer was kneeling. She ran a tantalizing finger down her long, slender back. She was warm to the touch with small droplets of sweat running along her spine, earned from her endeavors.
It wasn’t until the Brit’s fingertips dipped below her waist that she took notice at all. Emma felt her tense and momentarily cease what she was doing. “You want to cum too, my succulent little slut?” she whispered, for the diva’s ears alone. As she spoke, Emma’s fingertips brushed along Taylor’s pussy lips and softly touched her long-neglected clit. “Your cunt is soaked, slut. Surely, you’re ready for something more…” and as she breathed the last word, Emma delicately pushed the tip of her finger inside “…tangible.”
The touch alone nearly made Taylor orgasm, she moaned deeply, her mouth enveloping the blonde’s twat. The singer’s eyes shot up in need, desperation and urgency filled her gaze. “Please,” she mumbled, her face still mashed against Dove’s pussy.
The blonde teen looked to her mistress, a questioning look on her face. Emma nodded, indicating she should continue holding the diva in place. She pulled her hand away and licked her fingers, tasting the singer’s juices, with a satisfied grin. “Then you better stop teasing my friend here.” Then, she took a long lick, wetting her palm before bringing it down in a hard motion, striking Taylor’s firm, round ass in a vicious blow. The singer whimpered again, but in the same breath, had her tongue back in the teen’s little snatch.
Dove immediately threw her head back as a loud, deep moan broke from her lips. Taylor had redoubled her efforts, diving back in with a newfound intensity, having been reminded what they were gathered here to do in the first place. She worked her tongue into the girl’s hot, wet hole and sucked down hard on her clit.
Emma moved back to Dove’s side. She took the girl’s head between her hands. “Look around the room. Look to the master, to me, share what you’re feeling with all of us.” The teen swallowed nervously, even as her body shuddered in ecstasy. She bit her lip. “Yes, Mistress,” she gasped.
Her hips rocked back and forth, grinding against Taylor’s face. Her gorgeous green eyes moved around the room, meeting the gaze of all the other ladies. Suddenly, she twitched, Taylor had her so close, her breasts were heaving as she gasped for breath. “Fuck…” she sighed, as she looked into the master’s steely grey eyes.
“Kiss me,” she sighed, looking finally, up at Emma. “Please…” Her whole body was now writhing in bliss.
“With pleasure.” Emma leaned down and gently kissed the gasping teen. As their lips touched, the blonde’s full, pouty mouth opened as she practically begged for the older woman’s tongue. Having no desire to disappoint the young girl, Emma slid her tongue into Dove’s mouth.
Eagerly, as she spasmed in ecstasy, the teen sucked on it. She moaned heavily into Emma’s mouth as the first wave of orgasm spread through her body. Her head tilted back, “fuck,” she sighed again.
Emma pressed her forehead to Dove’s, meeting the teen’s gaze with a smile as she rode two, three, four orgasms back to back. “Don’t hold back,” she whispered. “Feel it…”
Eventually, it was over. Dove sat back in the chair, breathing deep as Taylor Swift collapsed onto her back, also fighting to breathe as the corset restrained her. Emma gave the teen a second tender kiss. “Good job,” she whispered, smiling at her.
Alex stood and looked down at them. “Need help getting down?” He asked, Dove with a knowing grin.
The blonde teen answered with a weary nod. “My legs are like jelly,” she gasped. “I couldn’t walk right now if there were a fire…”
Emma and Alex shared a laugh as the harem master lifted the nubile teen into his arms. He carried her off the stage and set her down into the seat in which she’d started. Afterwards, he looked around the room. “One left,” he announced smiling at those still in the room. “What do you say, Ms. Thorne, you won’t disappoint us, will you?”
“Hell no,” said the feisty redhead, as she leapt from her chair. During the action with Dove, she’d cradled Chloe in her arms, even teased the blonde’s little pussy, but as her time drew near, she relocated the little girl back to her old chair. She ran up onto the stage even before Alex could offer his hand and stood staring down at Taylor, whom was still on her back.
She yanked the oversized white tee-shirt over her head and stripped off her panties before taking Taylor by the ankles and dragging her back to the middle of the stage. For a moment, she just stood there, looking down at her former lover. There was a time when she thought they were in love. That there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for the former pop star and that the diva felt the same way about her. She’d been wrong.
A weird flurry of emotion flooded through Bella’s body. Sadness and anger, regret and arousal, but most of all she felt betrayal. The keen wound of an unseen knife still lodged in her back. She dropped to her knees, sat down on the singer’s thighs, and very lightly touched her clit. “I remember when we used to fuck…” she said, in a sarcastically sweet voice. Her gaze rose to Taylor’s startled, bloodshot eyes. “Every day you’d come to me with sweet words and soft lips. And every day I’d get you off. Sometimes, you’d return the favor, most times I had to ask… I never realized how much that pissed me off till I saw you…” Tears came to her dark eyes as she remembered seeing her lover in the arms of another. She wiped them away with a scowl. “I loved you!” she screamed.
Concerned and worried glances were exchanged by all the women, while the Ulu and the other guardsmen were all smiles. Alex, however, wore a blank, unreadable expression. It was justice, he thought, to give Bella this chance to take out her frustrations. But he also couldn’t let things go too far or the redhead might do something she’d regret, something he’d have to punish her for. “Bella,” he said softly, “its ok to be angry. But, remember why we’re here.”
“Right…” said the redhead, as she turned her angry gaze back to the former popstar.
“Bella…” Taylor sobbed. “I’m sorry….”
With a bitter laugh, Bella scooched forward. “I’m sure you are,” she said, as she settled over the singer’s face. “Just shut up, bitch and eat this cunt.”
With tears in her eyes and a sob of regret, Taylor’s head came up off the mat. Her mouth opened and her tongue slid past her lips. She pressed it to Bella’s pussy lips and ran it slowly through her slit before pressing it hard against the teen’s clit.
The redhead moaned softly, cradling the singer’s head in her hands and closing her eyes as she gently began humping her face. It didn’t take long for Bella to lose herself to the sensation. She rocked her hips back and forth at a slow, almost luxuriant pace. Her eyes closed, she bit her lip, and her full, perky teenaged tits swayed ever so slightly from the motion. A moment later, a quiet gasp escaped her lips as she climbed closer to orgasm.
Taylor, meanwhile, was getting past the fright she’d felt when her former lover had stood menacingly over her. Her head was held in Bella’s hands. Her face pressed firmly against the redhead’s sex, and soon she got into a rhythm, sucking, licking, the salty, slightly bitter taste of a familiar love. She too moaned, taking pleasure from the thought that she was doing something, even something so small as this to alleviate any part of Bella’s pain. As she felt the teen beginning to buck gently on her face, she felt her own pussy clench in desire… A desire she regrettably might never feel again for the young girl who was once her lover.
Bella smiled, her head tilted back, her eyes closed as pleasure coursed through her body. She was happy. Not because the diva was doing such a good job, and not because she was slowly building toward what promised to be an amazing orgasm. She was happy because Taylor had fallen for it. Without warning, she rose up onto her knees, breaking the connection between twat and mouth. She met the blonde’s surprised look with a sadistic grin and opened her bladder.
Taylor’s mouth was gaping open, drool was pouring down her face and neck. Her tongue lolled past her lips, fully extended as she was thoroughly enjoying the pleasure she was giving her young, former lover when suddenly, the connection was gone. Her eyes shot open in shock and surprise just in time to hear Bella say:
“Drink up, cunt.” Hot, heady, acidic smelling piss burst from Bella’s twat and hit the former pop superstar right in the mouth. Before the blonde could react, her mouth was nearly full. She sputtered, gaged, tried to turn away, but the redhead had her head pinned between her thighs.
Emma wasn’t the only one who had planned for today. First, there was a delay in being let out of her cell. Then, when the main dorm was transformed and there was the suspicious absence of her former lover, Bella had a pretty good idea what today’s show was going to be. Unlike the others, she eschewed the restroom, opting instead to hold her water… hold it for this very moment. The teen flexed the muscles in her legs pinning the singer’s head in place and forcing her to look up as she emptied an entire night and half a morning’s worth of piss from her bladder.
Taylor struggled. But, Bella’s body weight, her strength of position, and the fact that her arms and legs weren’t restrained all worked against the singer. She was powerless as the laughing teen pissed right in her face. What was worse, was that it kept coming… it was like it had been days since the teen had used the toilet. Piss ran into her nose, her ears as it drained down the side of her face, and worse, into her mouth as she gasped for breath.
“For two days,” screamed Bella, as she laughed and looked down at the sputtering, sobbing, whimpering diva. “For two days I lived in a toilet! Now it’s time for you to get a taste!”
Alex arched an eyebrow as Bella rose up off Taylor’s mouth. Even grinned as she began pissing a form of poetic justice into her former lover’s face. But as she began to scream and it seemed things might grow violent, he felt he had to intercede. “Ok!” he shouted, rising up from his throne and pulling the teen off Taylor’s chest. “That’s enough, Ms. Thorne, I think you’ve made your point.”
The redhead turned a startled look up to her master as he took her by the arm and lifted her away from the object of her rage. She gasped in surprise, “I’m sorry, Master… I meant… but never…” Her legs buckled as she feared his wrath.
“It’s ok, Ms. Thorne,” he said, taking her about the waist and helping her down the stairs. “I understand your frustrations.” He plopped her down into a vacant chair and crouched down to look her in the eye. Smiling gently, he cupped her chin. “It’s ok,” he said again, as she gasped for breath and looked around the room like a frightened animal about to be punished. “But,” he met her gaze, a calming look on his face, “I think that’s enough… ok?”
She took three more deep breaths as her dark eyes filled with tears. “I…I didn’t mean for it to… to go that far…” she sobbed, burying her face in her hands.
Alex gently cupped the sides of her face. He leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. “You’re ok,” he said, pulling her into a hug. “I won’t hurt you… ever again.” That last part was in the faintest whisper for her ears alone, and of course, he only meant it as it applied to this incident, and then only so long as she refrained from violence in the future.
“I love you, Master,” she whispered back, as she wrapped her arms and legs about his neck and waist.
Alex stood up, holding the sobbing teen in his arms and took a seat in the chair she’d just occupied. “Ms. Watson,” he said, looking toward his harem mistress. “I believe Ms. Swift has three orgasms to make up for. Please select three of the guards to make up for those who opted out.”
“Three?” asked the Brit as she stood from her chair.
“Three,” Alex said simply, as he cradled the still sobbing redhead in his arms. “Cara, Felicity and, of course, Ms. Thorne here. She never came, did you, my dear?”
Bella simply shook her head no as she sobbed into her master’s chest.
“You see,” Alex responded with a grin. “Three.”
“What about Ari?” she asked, as she spotted the kitty curled up and napping near Chloe’s chair.
“Cats aren’t women, Ms. Watson. Three, please.”
“Yes, Master.”
Given what had just happened, Emma thought that Taylor should get a pass… at least on Bella’s count. But, what choice did she have? About as much choice as the piss-soaked diva curled up on stage and sobbing like a baby was the unfortunate answer, for both of them. She picked Ulu, Ukuza and Taji for the job, trying to spare Taylor from Thando’s massive prick, and feeling that Alex wouldn’t let her get away with selecting Zeru, the smallest endowed of his men. Besides, Ulu, as captain of the guards had privileges and access that she didn’t, and it might be nice if he felt he owed her any part of a favor by selecting him over the others.
She took her seat on stage as the three guards ascended the stairs. Once on the dais, they each offered her a nod of respect before tearing the loincloths they wore from their hips. All three men were already half erect and each sported a prick that put most men to shame. “Get that slut on her knees,” Ulu commanded, as he offered Emma a rather sadistic grin in addition to the nod.
Ukuza and Taji each grabbed one of Taylor’s arms and hauled the sobbing diva onto her knees. They removed the strap confining her ankles and pushed her down all the way onto her ass, forcing the diva to kneel in a puddle of piss. As she looked up at them, tears and piss streaking her face, the two huge guards slapped their half flaccid pricks against her cheeks.
“I assume you’d still like to cum today, Ms. Swift?” Alex asked, from Bella’s chair on the floor. “If you’d rather not blow them, I could put you back into the chastity belt for a few more days…”
Taylor’s lips trembled in sheer terror. “No… Master…” More tears formed in her bloodshot eyes and rolled down her face when she blinked. “Not that… please….”
“Master…” Margot looked over to Alex in concern. The general feel of the room had transformed since Bella’s revenge piss from that of a relatively good-natured humiliation, to something much darker. “…Are you sure Taylor… I mean… It doesn’t look like she’s having fun… so much… anymore.”
Ulu had since turned to face the kneeling diva and he and his two men were now rubbing their fully erect pricks against her face. Taylor was sobbing and, when her lips parted, Ulu jiggled his cock into her mouth.
Alex considered Margot’s statement for a moment, cocking his head to the side and looking between her, where Felicity sat, perched on her lap, then to the stage where the blonde former pop star was busy servicing three big black cocks. “Perhaps,” he said, in response but not really believing it. “Why don’t you see for yourself, Ms. Robbie?”
“What?”
“Simple,” Alex responded, as he smoothed Bella’s hair back away from her face. He smiled down at the redhead still curled in his arms. “Go on stage and feel between her legs. If she isn’t as wet as the Pacific Ocean, I’ll put a stop to this…” He then looked back up at her and offered her a reassuring smile.
Taylor moaned, then gagged violently as Ulu shoved his prick into her throat. When he pulled back, Ukuza pulled the diva’s lips apart with his fingers and Taji added his cock to the singer’s mouth. The two huge dicks stretched the diva’s mouth to the limit and both men shared a deep chuckle as she moaned and sucked on them.
“Um,” said Margot, as she looked to Felicity for approval. “Ok…” she added, when the brunette nodded. She stood up and warily climbed the steps as the three guards continued to defile the former pop star’s mouth. When she reached the top of the dais, Taji shoved his prick down Taylor’s throat. By now, she was choking and gagging, and copious amounts of drool were pouring down her chin and coating her chest. The three guards were each taking turns stuffing her full of cock.
As Margot approached the oral carnage, she didn’t need to feel between Taylor’s legs to know. She could see girl cum leaking from her pussy and sticking to the mat as her tight round ass bounced up and down. Ulu spit into Taylor’s face. The spittle hit her in the eye, she sobbed as it rolled down her face and added to the drool dripping from her chin. But in that moment, Margot actually saw the pop star’s cunt spasm.
Her hand went to her mouth in shock and she had to swallow down the bile she felt rise in her throat. How could anyone get off on such treatment? For appearances, Margot knelt behind the singer as she continued to bounce up and down and service the three huge cocks stuffed in her face. The Aussie’s hand went between the singer’s legs and her fingertips slid over her pussy. It was warm, hot even, and literally drizzling juices from inside. She felt Taylor spasm in a near orgasm from the touch and moan around the dick in her throat.
“Pleeeeaaaassssse,” the singer gurgled, as Ulu and Taji both stuffed their pricks into her mouth.
It might not have felt as “good-natured,” but there was no doubt, Taylor Swift was getting off on being demeaned and treated like a worthless slut. “She’s wet alright,” Margot announced holding her slick fingers up for the room to see.
“What a fucking whore,” Chloe muttered, from her chair.
Margot gave the little girl a dirty look as she climbed down off the stage. She turned to look at her as she sat watching and licking her lips in desire. The Aussie felt a little disgusted with herself and with what was going on. “Master,” she said, as she reached her chair. “Would you mind if Felicity and I went back to my room?”
The brunette Brit gave her a shocked look. She went to the Aussie’s side. “If Taylor’s getting off on this,” she whispered, “it must mean she likes it…” Her green eyes went lustfully to the stage. “And…” she swallowed nervously, “…I’d like to watch…”
“Really?” Margot said, just as quietly.
“Please…” she looked up at her would be lover, “…watch with me,” she begged.
Alex looked down at Bella then around the room as the three guards continued assaulting Taylor’s mouth. He nodded slowly in consideration. “Very well,” he said almost remorsefully. “Anyone who doesn’t want to watch may return to their rooms or visit the exercise room to do their daily workout. But if you wish to leave, do so now, before the guards finish.” Almost as an afterthought, he looked to Emma. “Except you Ms. Watson, I need you for the finale.”
“Yes, Master,” she responded, in a dispassionate voice. She glanced momentarily to the door that led to the VIP area, to Cara. She offered the door a sad smile then turned back to the action.
Bella and Chloe weren’t about to leave. In fact, the two teens were leaning forward in their seats a look of utter rapture on their faces. They were so enthralled by what was happening to the blonde singer turned fuck toy, it was doubtful they’d even heard the request to leave, let alone had any intention of action on it.
Margot took one more look at Felicity, who was still staring up at her, a pleading look on her face, and returned to her chair. The slender, petite brunette sat into her lap. She kissed the Aussie tenderly, took her hand and slid it beneath her shorts. “I’ll watch,” she whispered, running her tongue into the blonde’s ear. “You play…” and she turned back to enjoy the action.
Dove looked toward the exit. The expression on her face suggested she might want to leave, but that she didn’t want to be the only one and Alex certainly wasn’t going to tell her to go. She sat back in her chair, looked nervously at Emma before turning back to watch.
The harem mistress didn’t have a choice. She sat down in Cara’s chair on the floor for the time being. Her part wasn’t to start until her master took over for the guards. She looked down as Ari curled around her feet and pulled the former diva into her lap. “Have a good nap?” she whispered to the kitty, as she scratched behind her ears.
“Meow,” was the quiet response, followed by soft purring as Emma’s fingers stroked steadily down her back.
The three guards stood over Taylor Swift and looked down at her. The diva was an absolute mess. Her once pristine ponytail was torn loose, her honey blonde hair was plastered to her head by piss, drool, and girl cum. Her mascara was gone, it now was nothing more than a few dark streaks coloring her cheeks. Her gorgeous blue eyes were wild and bloodshot, and her lipstick was smeared beyond recognition. The only bit of it that remained was a blurred blotch on her left cheek and even that was streaked from the tears and pee that had run down her face.
They pulled their pricks free of her mouth and she looked up at them with a half crazed need to get them back. She licked her lips. “Please,” she gasped, “fuck my face… I need your cocks.” She staggered on her knees, the corset she wore kept her from breathing freely. But, with a ragged breath she added, “I need them…. So I can cum… I need to cum, please… I’ll do anything.”
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