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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. Ariana Grande or Kendall Jenner. 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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Mal.
Story Codes: MF, Mdom, toys, oral, anal, drugs, D/s, rape, mc
October 12 – 19
After Alex lashed the shock collar around Kendall Jenner’s slender neck, he led her like a dog across the loft and into the elevator. She was buck naked. Her hair was wild, and her face streaked with cum and mascara. But, sobbing in humiliation, with no way to resist and with even fewer choices, she hung her head in defeat and crawled along behind him.
The Arcadia still had her mind foggy and unfocused. Any thoughts of escape were far away at the fringes of her mind. The only thing she knew at the moment was to follow, to serve. Despite this, something primal in her knew she was in danger. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she glanced up at him from where she crouched by his feet on the elevator. “Master…” she sobbed, again speaking without having been given permission, “…where are you taking me?”
Alex ignored her pleading cries as the elevator descended but made note that she still had a long way to go. She’d given into the sex at first, but even with the Arcadia had resisted once it got rougher. He took her down one floor. When the elevator doors opened, he led her, still crawling behind him, to a room he had prepared just for this moment.
Before he bought this apartment building, it had been the small bedroom of a mid-sized apartment. But now, it was more like a prison cell. The windows had been removed, bricked over so no outside light or prying eyes could get in. There was a plush leather armchair in one corner that seemed very out of place. The other corner, however, held an ominous looking bucket, the presence of which inexplicitly spoke of its purpose. But the room’s main feature was an odd-looking wooden device.
It was simple, but terrifying. Four sturdy, adjustable legs supported a long vertical board. At one end of this board was a medieval looking stockade made from thick, heavy wood. It had three holes—one for a head, the other two for hands. At the other end of the board, opposite the stockade, the legs of the device spread out in a wide V. Near the bottom of these legs were thick leather straps, obviously for restraining the ankles of whomever had the misfortune of being placed in the nefarious device.
Kendall took one look at it and again forgot her place. “Wh—what is that?” she cried, pointing to the device.
“I call it the horse,” Alex replied calmly.
“Wha—what’s it for?” Her voice was a hushed whisper and her tear stained eyes were wide in fright. It was clear though, from the sound of her voice, that she had a good idea exactly what its purpose was.
“Don’t worry,” Alex spoke again, his voice still calm, and devoid of emotion. “I’m going to show you.” He looked down at her and smiled, gently stroking her hair like she was a beloved pet. “I am not, however, a heartless monster. I’m prepared to give you a choice.”
“A…a choice….” Tears streamed down her lovely cheeks, leaving fresh streaks in her already marred makeup. “What choice?”
“Simple,” Alex said casually, as he pulled the pin that locked the stockade in place and lifted the top so that someone could be placed into the device. “Either you can willingly place yourself in the horse and I’ll go easy on you. Or you can fight… and I won’t…”
Kendall looked down, her face twisted in clear turmoil. “How much worse could this get?” she thought. She sobbed as tears dripped from her chin and she pondered her choice. A moment passed as she thought and Alex watched her, a queer, twisted smile touching his lips. A short while later, she nodded slowly, resigned to her fate.
“Good,” Alex said, almost cheery. He crouched next to her and unhooked the collar from around her neck. He patted her ass, “come on, get on up then,” he said, smiling at her.
The weary supermodel stood slowly, her head still hung low in defeat. She sobbed again when her eyes met the device, but she took a step towards it. A few more, and she stood next to it. Then, with a feeble cry, she bent over it, laying her chest upon the board and placing her hands in the appropriate places.
Alex wasted no time. He lowered the stockade back in place and locked it down by replacing the pin and tightening the hand restraints. Then, he secured her ankles to the legs of the device and made a few adjustments to the height so that its victim was bent over perfectly at the waist. As she silently began to cry, he stood back to admire Kendall’s flawless body put perfectly on display. He lightly touched her pussy lips, still a little damp from her earlier orgasm. Before running his fingers up through her taint, over her asshole, and onto the small of her back. “You’re going to make an amazing slave, you know that?”
The dark eyed, raven haired millionaire had no response to this, other than one more feeble sob. She glanced away, tears again rolling down her face. “Please,” she whispered, “you don’t have to do this. It’s not too late. You can just let me go…”
Alex frowned and gently patted the top of her head. “You are going to have to learn to keep that mouth shut, though.”
He took one last look at her before turning and heading towards the door. “Sleep well, Ms. Jenner,” he said, at the exit. “Your training starts in the morning, and I can promise you won’t rest much once it does.” With that, he flipped off the lights, leaving the gorgeous model in darkness.
                                                                                       ***
Kendall had no idea how much time passed or what laid in store for her when Alex returned. All she knew was that sleep, when it came, was fitful at best. Her legs ached, her hands were numb, and her neck was sore from the uncomfortable position in which she had been left. It could have been worse, she supposed. Had it not been for the board supporting her chest and stomach, the pain would have been far greater.
She was dozing, drool dripping from her lips as her head lolled towards the floor, when at last light returned to the room. Unable to turn her head so she could see, she had to rely on the sound of his footfalls to alert her that her captor was drawing near. “Please…” she whispered hoarsely. “…let me go…”
Alex stepped in front of her, holding a bottle of water, its sides glistening with condensation. Kendall couldn’t remember the last time she had been so thirsty. She licked her lips at the sight of it. “Thirsty?” he asked, a taunting grin upon his lips.
“Yes,” she replied.
“I’ll tell you what,” he said, popping the top and taking a small sip. “If you ask me nicely and address me by my title, I’ll give you a drink before we get started. It may be the last chance you get for the rest of the day.”
It took a moment for the entitled supermodel to weigh her pride against her need. Her eyes welled with tears as she did the simple math in her head. “Master,” she sobbed, her head hanging in shame at being brought so low. “May I please have a drink?”
“Of course,” he casually replied, as if this wasn’t the most humiliating moment in her entire life. He placed the bottle to her lips and gently tilted it so that she could drink without spilling any. Slowly, Kendall consumed the bottle, her new “master” feeding her till it was empty. “Now,” he said, again with that taunting tone to his voice, “what do we say?”
Again, her head dropped low in shame. “Thank you…” she replied softly.
“Thank you…?” he replied, arching his eyebrows in question.
“Thank you, Master,” she said finally in defeat.
“Good girl,” he said, gently patting her head as he crouched to look her in the face. She met his eyes, her gaze filled with a combination of shame, hate, and fear. A look that made Alex’s cock stir in his pants. For a moment, he thought about kissing her. But, in her condition, she might bite him, plus that was a little too intimate for what was to come. Instead, he drew out a roll of duct tape from his pocket and held it before her, getting the pleasure of seeing her dark eyes widen in terror as he pulled a section free and slapped it tightly over her mouth.
“MMhhhmmmh!” she squealed, thrashing her head in frustration at being literally silenced.
“Ms. Jenner,” Alex sighed, giving her a sharp slap across the face. “That will be the least of your torments today. I suggest you save your energy for more pressing matters.” He then drew out a stiff sheet of plastic, curled upwards at the sides from a satchel he’d brought with him. The weird object was maybe three inches long and about the thickness of a playing car. At one end, it had a little lip, turned down to form a kind of “L” shape. He placed it against the tape now covering her lips and, with a second application of tape, secured it to her face, effectively creating a small shelf just below her nose.
With the tape in place, Kendall could now only breathe from her nose, and there was now a little shelf, perfect to hold a few applications of Arcadia. Though she hadn’t yet realized this was the purpose of the odd little shelf, the next item Alex produced had one clear purpose… her non-consensual pleasure. It was a big, thick, black plastic dildo.
“MMhhhmmmh,” she screamed through the tape, again thrashing and bucking in a feeble attempt to free herself.
Alex paid her tantrum little mind and moved in behind her. He used a generous dosage of lube to coat both her bone-dry cunt, as well as the fake cock in his hands. “Don’t worry, Ms. Jenner, I’m quite sure, given time, you’ll come to enjoy this.” He then surgically inserted the first dildo, and then produced a second, slimmer one, which he slid up her ass.
It felt uncomfortable and a little painful to be so full. Yet at the same time… that fullness felt… good, right. Her head was clear, she’d been the whole night without the Arcadia, but as Alex slowly pushed each dildo in one at a time, she found herself moaning involuntarily. It was as if her body had betrayed her. She hated herself, but there was no denying these foreign invaders were both horrifying and intoxicating. The realization that she was receiving pleasure at the hands of a rapist, in many ways, only made her situation worse.
Tears began to well in her eyes as Kendall’s new master continued to work. She felt him attaching strange devices to her body. One over her clit, another to her inner thigh along the femoral artery and finally one to her back just at the base of her spine. “These are sensors,” he explained as he taped the last one in place. “They can detect when you are nearing orgasm and either halt the process, or, if you’re being a good girl, allow you to cum.”
Alex stood back to admire his work. Kendall’s long legs were spread wide and she was bent enticingly over the horse, putting her pussy and asshole on perfect display. Those holes were both stretched, filled by the dildos he’d just stuff inside her. It was a breathtaking sight.
In a perfect world, he’d break her with his considerable bedroom skills, and that would come later. But for now, he needed her to need him and for that, this was the only efficient way. To finish the task off, he clapped a stainless-steel chastity belt around her legs, securing it around her waist and locking it place with a small lock. The belt would hold the dildos in place and ensure she couldn’t push them out.
He pressed a button on the remote used to control the device, and Kendall began to squirm and scream a muffled cry of rage and frustration. Alex chuckled, “now is the appropriate moment to express your anger. But, since you were such a good girl, for climbing into the horse all on your own, I’m going to allow your first day to be filled with orgasms.”
Next, he secured a blindfold around her head. It wouldn’t do if she could see when Arcadia was applied to the shelf below her nose. She’d just blow it off… at least until she began to crave the drug. He used the remote to queue up a dozen or so orgasms and then applied a generous dose of the euphoria inducing powder to the little shelf. Kendall took a couple of deep, ragged breaths as the dildos pushed her closer to her first orgasm of the day. As she did, the drug filled her lungs and soon, her breathing became even and regular and she began to shudder in pleasure.
Alex gently stroked her hair as the millionaire supermodel moaned around the tape and her body shook in orgasm. “There, there, my pet. Soon, you’ll be so in love with me you’ll forget all about this.”
He left her then, replaced by Ukuza, one of his trusted African guardsmen. He would have the first shift of the day babysitting the first member of his harem. Ukuza and his fellows would replace the powder every few hours and ensure that Kendall orgasmed again and again all day long. She would breathe in Arcadia and cum, high on its effects… She would cum over and over till she became addicted not just to the drug, but to the need for orgasm.
                                                                                       ***
Just over twenty-four hours had passed, but for Kendall, it was more like an eternity. The experience wasn’t bad… exactly, just exhausting. She had breathed in at least a dozen doses of Arcadia and experienced so many orgasms that she’d lost count. The dildos inside her were painfully efficient at their job. She’d hear the click of the remote and sob as the thick plastic began to vibrate.
The guards had worked in shifts throughout the day, each spending a few hours with the now tired, sweating, and mentally drained supermodel. They sat in that plush armchair nearby. While she was caught in the throes of orgasm, nearly oblivious to their presence. At least, that is, until they dropped more Arcadia onto the little shelf below her nose, or when they queued up another orgasm.
Over the entire day, they let her sleep not once. She’d come down from cumming, her head lolling and gasping for breath, and wait a random amount of time before starting all over again. Even worse, they would wait until she started to doze off, at which point they immediately turned the vibrators back on, sending Kendall hurtling towards one more orgasm.
Perhaps it was sleep deprivation, or perhaps the vibrators, or perhaps the effects of Arcadia or, most disturbing, perhaps it was her own deviant nature, but after a day where she’d had more orgasms than she could remember, Kendall was beginning to crave the click of that remote. It was certainly preferable to hanging from the horse in agony. The dildos were painful in a way, but they were also blissful and amazingly efficient. She’d hear that sound and immediately feel the anticipation building inside her. It was hard to admit, since she was here against her will, but she was kind of beginning to enjoy this… If only the guards hadn’t made it so humiliating.
To further add to her torment, they’d not once allowed her to relieve herself with any dignity. Thankfully, she hadn’t needed to shit. But at least twice, she’d been forced to piss down her legs and all over the floor. Much to her shame and humiliation, each time she did it, the guard in the room would laugh at her and taunt her for being a dirty slut.
It was near mid-morning of that second day when Alex finally returned. Again, he entered with a glistening cold bottle of water and a smug expression on his face. He yanked the blindfold from her head and crouched down in front of her as Kendall’s eyes were rolling from one last painful orgasm. She looked up at him, a tuft of white powder on her nose, gasping for breath, and with exhaustion and fear in her eyes. “Hello again, my little sex muppet. Enjoying yourself so far?”
In answer, it was all Kendall could do to sob softly and mumble a pitiful noise that sounded vaguely like a “no.” This was torture, of that there was no doubt. But it was also a near endless stream of pleasure… It was hard to decide which was worse. She hung her head sadly as tears and sweat dripped from her chin. “MMhhhmmmh,” she added after a moment, a noise that reeked of the word please.
“Thirsty?” asked Alex, smiling and holding up the most beautiful bottle of water Kendall had ever seen. She nodded in answer, prompting Alex to say, “I figured as much. Now, if I remove this tape and give you a drink, are you going to be a good girl? Address me with my proper title? Show me respect?”
Again, she nodded, her eyes tired and pleading for relief. Alex yanked the tape free in one quick tear, causing the model to yelp in a hoarse expression of pain. Kendall stretched her mouth as her master gently wiped the powder from her nose. “You poor thing…” he said sadly, as he then lovingly stoked her face “…you must be exhausted?”
He held up the water before her and looked into her eyes, a curious expression on his face.
“Master…” said Kendall, in a feeble and tired voice. “…May I please have some water?”
Again, that smug look came over Alex’s face. He tilted his head and rolled his eyes as if he were thinking about the appropriate response to such a question. “Perhaps,” he said, after a moment. “What are you willing to do for it?”
“Master?” Kendall responded, concern and disbelief in her voice. Surely, he wouldn’t deny her the simple request of water. Not after what he’d just put her through.
“A kiss?” he asked simply, looking her in the eye. “A kiss to show how much you love me.” He grinned, it was cruel and taunting. “Make me believe it, and I’ll allow you to drink… Don’t, and you’ll go another day just as before.”
Tears welled in Kendall’s dark eyes. This man was truly a monster. “Yes,” she said, in a barely audible whisper.
“Yes?” he asked, arching an eyebrow questioningly.
“Yes, Master… It would be my pleasure to offer you a kiss for such a generous gift.”
“That’s better.” Alex said, as tears rolled down the model’s perfect high boned cheeks as her new master slid in closer, and gently took her head between his hands. “You’re such a sweet girl.”
It was a little awkward given the position she was in, but as he moved in, their lips met. Kendall moaned softly in response and gently sucked on his tongue as it slipped between her lips. She did this mostly because she hoped that was what he wanted. But, to her shame, it was partly due to the fact that it felt good to be touched. That human contact after dozens of orgasms from the cold, emotionless plastic between her legs was a welcome sensation. She kissed him deeply, as much as she could given the restraints. When he pulled away, she sighed, genuinely breathless from the heated exchange.
He touched her cheek fondly and smiled at her as he leaned back. “That’s my good girl,” he said softly. She offered him a thin, less friendly smile in response. But Alex chose to ignore it since it seemed his pet was well on her way. He twisted the top of the water bottle and then carefully brought it to her lips. Again, he let her drink, slowly tipping the bottle so none of it would spill. The last thing he wanted was to damage Kendall, so he needed her to drink and eat and eventually use the toilet like a human… but first, he needed to break her down a bit more.
When the bottle was empty, Alex replaced the tape over her lips despite an adamant and rigorous thrashing of her head as she attempted to avoid being silenced again. It took a firm slap to her face to quiet her down and subdue her enough for him to replace it. But once done, she, far more compliant and easily allowed him to affix the little shelf back below her nose. Fighting seemed a little pointless anyway.
With that done, Alex stood and looked to Ulu, who was currently on duty in Kendall’s cell. “You may continue.” He grinned at her mercilessly. “But for now, don’t let her cum. Bring her right to the edge and stop her just before orgasm.”
“MMhhhmmmh!” she screamed, in a muffled, feeble, pathetic plea for mercy.
“I’ll be back in a few days…”
Kendall’s eyes shot open wide in terror and she began to thrash and buck against her restraints in fury and rage. “MMhhhmmmh!” she screamed again, as she fought in a futile attempt to free herself.
Alex laughed, and tenderly ran his fingers over her back as he casually strolled from the room. “I’ll see you soon, my pet…”
Ulu too laughed and looked Kendall in the eyes as he, with a merciless grin, mashed the button on the remote. As the vibrators began to buzz and the millionaire super model began to squirm, the guard captain replaced the blindfold over her eyes and, just for fun, waited till her second soon to be unfulfilled orgasm to give her more Arcadia.
                                                                                       ***
The next three days were hell incarnate for Kendall Jenner. She spent nearly the entire time locked in the horse. Only allowed to snatch sleep in short random amounts of time and never for more than an hour or so. She was given only water to drink, nothing to eat, and only once allowed to shit, which she did perched over a metal bucket in the room while three of Alex’s guardsmen watched and leered at her.
Once a day, she was freed from the horse and allowed to walk around the room to stretch and work out the kinks in her joints, but never to sleep. They only allowed her to rest while locked in the horse. Resistance was futile. Whenever they freed her, the shock collar was locked back in place around her neck, and any sign of trouble, any fight on her part, was quickly silenced by a painful jolt of electricity.
But that was the best part of those three days. She was still being given Arcadia in high doses. It made her crazy horny and long for a human touch. This was worsened by the fact that the guards used the dildo chastity belt device constantly. It would send her spiraling toward orgasm, only now instead of allowing her to cum as it had before, the device would stop just short of that sweet release. It was incredibly frustrating given how the drug affected her mind, and, perhaps because of her own sexual desires, she quickly developed an intense need to cum. After only a few unfulfilled orgasms, she would desperately sob whenever the device halted, grinding her hips, and thrusting back into the air in a futile effort to move the dildos even a little, hoping that the motion might push her over the edge. Only to face further frustrations as the horse held her firmly in place.
Her body ached, she was sore all over, and had never felt so physically and mentally exhausted in her entire life. She had no idea how long had passed, how many orgasms she’d been denied or if she’d ever recover from this hell. The truth was, after four days of torture, she was beginning to forget anything except that buzzing between her legs.
It was late into the fourth day since she’d been brought down here, though Kendall had no way of knowing that. The dildos were buzzing, and she was moaning, hopeful that this time they might finally push her to the end. She twitched in the restraints as pleasure rocked her body and she took a deep, ragged breath, thrusting her hips back into the air. Arcadia filled her nose. The guards must have dropped a fresh dose. A euphoric wave filled her lungs sending her mind reeling. But, right then, at the precipice of orgasm, the dildos shut down. She sobbed hysterically, breathing in, as she did, more of the ecstasy inducing drug. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she wept, leaving trails in her sweat soaked skin. The crying though only exacerbated the problem as it forced erratic breathing which, of course, caused her to inhale more of the drug.
It was then, she sensed him standing over here. She sobbed pathetically, “MMhhhmmmh.” More tears rolled down her face and she hung her head in pitiful defeat. At this point, she would have done anything he asked if it meant an orgasm. In truth, she would have done anything he asked just to feel his hands on her body.
Alex smiled. His little sex slave was coming along nicely. He crouched down in front of her to remove the blindfold, careful as he did, not to touch her. “Good morning, my sweet,” he said, though it was late evening.
Kendall was bleary, delirious, and almost wondered if any time had passed at all. Her master smiled that smug grin and held up a cold, glistening bottle of water before her eyes. Maybe it was still that first morning when he’d come to her in much the same way… Could it be?
“MMhhhmmmh?” she asked feebly, around the tape as her head lolled from side to side in the stockade.
“You look like you’ve seen better days, my pet. Have these bad men been mistreating you?”
He had that same taunting, arrogant grin on his face as he asked his fake question, but Kendall almost didn’t care anymore. Slowly, since she didn’t have the energy for much else, shook her head from side to side, and again mumbled a word that sounded like “no.” But the look she gave him was one of pleading and compliance.
“Well, that’s good. I’d hate to have to reprimand them.” Then, Alex gently touched her face, stroking her cheek lovingly. In response, Kendall’s whole body spasmed as she nearly came from his delicate touch alone. His fingers brushed along her jaw and came to the tape. He pulled it away quickly, but this time she just sighed and licked her parched lips. “Thirsty?” he asked, holding up the water. “You know what to say.”
But just as she lifted her eyes to go through the humiliating ordeal of begging for water. Alex, her master, spoke again in that taunting tone. “Unless… there’s something you want more?”
Kendall’s drug addled, sleep deprived mind reeled at the question. All she could think about was his fingers brushing against her skin just now. She knew that she needed the water. But there was something she wanted more…
She lifted her eyes to his, tears came to them, despite her mild dehydration. Her face flushed and she sobbed at the humiliation she now felt as she realized just what it was that she wanted from him. “Master,” she said, pleading. “Please…” the words came in halting sobs as tears rolled down her cheeks. She was so exhausted it was impossible to focus. “Please,” she said again. “I… I want you to…” a fit of sobbing came over her as she tried to force the words from her lips. This was the most humiliating thing she had ever experienced. To think, to know what this man had brought her here for and to now be asking him, begging him for that very thing. “…to fuck me… Please. Like you did before, when I first came here…” She looked away in shame, no longer able to hold his gaze. “I…I can’t take this… these endless vibrations anymore… I,” she swallowed again in shame and humiliation, tears rolled down her face. “…I just want to cum… please.”
The desperation in Kendall’s voice was heart wrenching. But Alex had to ignore it. Stopping now would not only destroy the progress he’d made with her, but it might also cause irrecoverable psychological damage.
“You don’t want the water then?” he asked simply, as he tossed it aside nonchalantly. “Well,” he said, smiling with that taunting look on his face as he looked over at Thando, who was currently on duty in her room, “I could do that, but what would I get out of it?”
The big African guardsman chuckled deeply. “Maybe she’d be willing to do a trade, Boss,” he said with a grin.
“I don’t know,” said Alex, turning his gaze back to the panting supermodel. “I’m not sure what she could offer…”
“Master… please…” she sobbed, looking back up at him with a pleading desperation in her gaze. “I’ll do anything…”
Alex stood. He pulled the drawstring on his linen pants. They fell to the ground, he kicked them to the side and, taking his cock in hand and stepped up before her face. “Tongue,” he commanded. “Get me ready and I’ll consider it.”
As Alex laid his prick against Kendall’s eager tongue, Thando handed him the remote for the dildos and retook his seat near the entrance. He stared down at her as she took her first, tentative, willing lap at the underside. “Good, girl,” he said encouragingly as he mashed a button on the remote.
Kendall whimpered softly but didn’t let the distraction get the better of her. She swirled her tongue around the tip before leaning forward as far as the restraints would allow and wrapping her lips around it.
Alex smiled as the deviant supermodel struggled against the restraints to put as much of his dick into her mouth as possible. It was a credit to how far she’d fallen that she began to moan as her tongue worked along the underside, sliding back and forth and curling around the shaft while she sucked on the tip with all the devotion she could muster.
“Master,” she cooed, letting it temporarily drop from her mouth. “I need more of it… If you want me to get it wet. You need to come closer…”
Who was he to deny such an easy request? Alex grinned and moved in closer, placing a gentle hand on her head as he slid his cock back into her mouth. Kendall groaned in pleasure at the simple touch and eagerly went back to work, slurping on his prick. She moaned softly, squirming in her restraints as she worked and as the device thrummed between her legs pushing her closer and closer.
Soon her saliva was dripping from his dick and Alex was taking a more active role in his pleasure. He had both hands on her head and was, with increasing speed, pumping it in and out of her mouth. The device pushed Kendall just to the edge, only to stop just short of her orgasm. As she whimpered in frustration, Alex thrust forward, piercing her esophagus and entered her spasming throat.
He grunted with pleasure as she began to struggle. Kendall was, of course, in no position to fight back, so Alex easily continued, pumping his cock in and out of her throat. She fought to breathe in that brief moment when his prick exited her throat and though it was difficult, kept herself from passing out. The contractions of her throat, however, pushed Alex toward orgasm.
Taking up the remote again, Alex pressed a different button, this one would allow Kendall to cum. He then gripped her head and her throat and began to drive his prick in harder and faster. Soon, he began to pant with the effort of his vigorous thrusting and the young supermodel was quivering as she neared orgasm.
Kendall’s eyes rolled in her head as she fought to breathe. Her master’s cock stretched her throat again and again, and if that didn’t make filling her lungs hard enough, she was riding high, so close was she to finally cumming. She felt it before it happened, like a deep warm glow in her stomach… it was coming. She moaned deep and long, expelling the last air in her lungs as the device pushed her over the edge. In that same moment, Alex thrust forward hard and exploded into her throat.
He thrust in deep, taking short strokes to keep his dick in her throat, grunting as he came. Holding her head in his hands he kept fucking Kendall’s face even while she continued to spasm in her own orgasm and, the dildos kept vibrating. Alex took three, four, five short thrusts, battering her throat and pumping his cock in and out, spurting his cum into her belly with each stroke. She, in no position to fight back, was forced to swallow his whole load.
The dildos buzzed and vibrated keeping Kendall orgasming until Alex was done filling her belly. She was now nearly limp in the restraints, being close to passing out from oxygen deprivation, but, even in that state, she continued to twitch in orgasm.
Kendall took in a deep gasp air when Alex stepped away, freeing his cock from her mouth. She sputtered and coughed as she fought to catch her breath and continued to squirm in the restraints till the dildos finally stopped moving.
Alex crouched in front of her, giving her a sharp slap to get her attention. Her wild, dazed eyes focused on his, while drool and spooge dripped from her lips and she gasped for air. “What do you say to your master after treating you so nicely?” he asked, only a slight menace in his voice.
It was clear she hadn’t yet recovered. She hung her head, still fighting to breathe, to catch her breath so she could respond.
“Nothing to say?” Alex said as he mashed the button again and stood back to watch, adding after a moment. “I guess you’d rather go back to orgasm denial.”
“No….” Kendall managed to gasp as the vibrators once again began to buzz. “Please…” she added desperately.
“So, you can talk… That means you don’t have anything nice to say?”
“No! Master! Please… Thank you for the orgasm…” whatever she had been about to say was, after that, cut short and all that was left were the garbled and muted sounds of her desperate sobbing.
Alex stood back, patiently waiting till the vibrators pushed his nubile little slave just to the edge only to deny her the pleasure of orgasm once again. She began to cry as tears and sweat dripped from her face. He crouched down before her, grabbing her chin and lifting it so she’d look him in the eye. “Now, you’ll suck off all my men. I need you to eat today…” If you refuse, I’ll pry your mouth open and they’ll do it anyway. But, if you’re a good girl and do it nice, you’ll get an orgasm for each load you swallow, understand?”
With an exhausted sob, she looked up and nodded slowly. “Yes, Master…”
Tears rolled down her cheeks, and her eyes widened in shock at the size of Thando’s utterly massive cock. “You ready to cum, slut?” he asked, pressing the head, which was nearly the size of her mouth, against her lips. “Then open wide,” he said, laughing a deep throaty chuckle.
Kendall looked up at him, her eyebrows arched as if to ask how he expected her to take such a huge dick. But as her eyes met his, he pressed the button on the remote, and her mouth dropped open as she moaned in pleasure. The guardsmen slipped in the tip as she gasped. She went to work, though she still felt a little apprehensive. However, as the vibrators sent her towards orgasm and knowing she’d be allowed to cum she resolved to be a good girl and swallow his load.
Alex left Kendall there, giving her the choice to work willingly in exchange for orgasms. Knowing that either way the entitled supermodel would eat cum for her meal today. Six loads of it to be precise.
He didn’t bother returning to the room today. He gave his men instructions that, once they were done, to force his captive to drink the water and then to reapply the tape and the shelf. Kendall was to spend another two days breathing in Arcadia and being forced to endure more torture from the chastity belt device.
                                                                                       ***
Kendall spent two more agonizing days locked in the horse and being forced to endure the painful vibrations of the chastity belt. The guards gave her water again at some point and allowed her to walk around the room for a while, but again, they kept her from any real sleep. To make matters worse, the only thing they only allowed her to eat was cum, which one of the guards fed to her once a day. At least, when she agreed to suck dick, they allowed her to orgasm.
The guards also removed her blindfold, and they continued to give her Arcadia, which was the only other time they allowed her to orgasm. So, when they fed her, or after giving her a dose of the drug, she was allowed to cum. But when she was between doses, or not giving a man pleasure, the device would deny her orgasm. That way, she would begin to associate pleasure not just with the drug, but also with being a willing, pleasure giving servant. A lesson that was reinforced again and again during those two hellish days.
Kendall glanced over as the guard lifted the remote and mashed one of its buttons, a sound she had learned to dread and hate with equal passion. Her head rolled in the restraints and she began to sob, for what felt like the thousandth time. She didn’t know how much longer Alex intended to hold her here… she had no idea how long had even passed. But she knew she couldn’t take this torment any longer. She had long since reached the point that her only thought was of seeing the master again. He was the only one who could free her from this hell. The only one who could offer reprieve… She needed him.
When Alex arrived late in the afternoon of the sixth day, several hours after Kendall reached this epiphany, she looked horrific. Her hair, once shiny and lustrous, was a wild, sweaty, untamed mess. The makeup she had worn on the night of their meeting was gone, replaced by the tears and sweat shed from nearly a week in captivity. Her whole body was damp from sweat, her neck and wrists were red from being locked in the stockade, and her ankles raw from the straps holding them to the horse. But more than that, she looked mentally and physically exhausted… like she had literally just spent a weak in hell.
He took one look at her, head hanging in the stockade and sobbing quietly as the chastity belt brought his little slave to one last denied orgasm and knew that his work was complete. Tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped on the floor. When his footfalls prompted the young model to lift her head and look at him, she mumbled, “MMhhhmmmh.” It was the most pathetic and pitiful noise Alex had ever heard.
“You poor thing,” he said genuinely, as he crouched down and stroked her cheek. She just feebly sobbed in response and turned her face into his hand in a loving gesture. He then carefully removed the tape over her mouth and the shock collar from her neck and looked to Taji, telling him to free her from the horse.
As the African guardsman moved to free her, Kendall stretched her jaw and mumbled a tired “thank you, Master.”
He produced a bottle of water and began to feed it to her as Taji finished freeing her from the restraints. As the top of the stockade lifted away, Alex pulled her into his lap and cradled her to his chest. The exhausted supermodel curled up against him like a child and allowed her master to give her water and then to feed her the protein bar he’d brought with him.
Alex held her and whispered reassuring words into her ear as she drank and ate. He stroked her hair like she was his favorite pet and gently rubbed her shoulder while she ate. “Everything is alright now, my sweet. I’ll take care of you from now on, okay?”
Kendall just nodded into his chest, eating and drinking the basic supplies her master had brought. “Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.” She clung tight to him as she ate, feeling a swell of emotion at being free, at being here in his arms. Tears again sprang to her eyes, but this time, they were tears of joy at being in her master’s loving embrace. She never wanted to be anywhere else ever again.
When she was done eating, Alex stood and lifted her into his arms. Again, she curled against him as he carried her. Now fed, hydrated, and feeling safer than she had in days, Kendall was out, dozing quietly before Alex had even gotten her to the small bedroom down the hall from this cell. He laid her down on the bed and pulled the covers up around her. “Sleep well, my angel. We have one more day left in our training…”
                                                                                       ***
Kendall slept for the rest of the day and all through the night. She awoke in the morning on her last day of training to her Master sitting in a nearby easy chair, reading a book. Her joints were still sore as hell and her limbs red and raw from being in the restraints for so long, but she easily felt the best she had since coming here.
There were a few notable exceptions, however. The first being that she hadn’t showered or cleaned herself in days and in that time, she’d sweat profusely and pissed herself on multiple occasions. Next, was the desire she felt in her chest. It wasn’t food, or even water that she craved. It was the Arcadia. She wanted it, needed it… That might have the worst of the pain, but it was the final problem that she felt most keenly. Licking her lips, she looked over at her master and felt it between her legs. There was no doubt her pussy ached from overuse… but that mattered little. She wanted to fuck her master even more than she wanted the drug he could provide her. “Master,” she said sweetly, while biting her lip to appear coy and cute, “good morning.”
“Good morning,” he said, closing his book and looking over at her with a smile. “Feeling better?”
Wrinkling her nose and looking cute as fuck as she sniffed her underarm and said “I could use a shower. But other than that, yes, Master. Mostly.”
“Mostly?” he asked, moving to her side and cupping her cheek.
Without hesitation, she slid into his lap, curled up, and pressed her face against his chest. She cooed softly and wrapped her arms around him. “Master,” she sighed, “I need you… please don’t ever leave me again.”
Alex laughed softly, stroking her hair and bending down to kiss her head. “I can smell it now,” he japed, “you do need a shower.”
Kendall squeezed him tighter as if she never intended to let him go again. “Will you take one with me, Master? I promise I’ll be a good girl.” She tilted her head enough to look up at him, and with her best lustful gaze added, “I’ll do anything you want.”
Again, Alex laughed. He slid her up to look her in the eyes and gently kissed her. She sighed contentedly and pressed herself against him, eagerly opening her mouth and sucking on his probing tongue when it slipped past her lips. When the kiss broke a few moments later, he offered her a genuine smile. “There will be plenty of time for that later today, my sweet.” He glanced to the bathroom door a few feet away saying, “why don’t you take a shower? I’ll head upstairs and make us some breakfast. When you’re ready, you can join me. The elevator is just down at the end of the hall.”
She nodded slowly, biting her lip. “Yes, Master,” she added coyly and stood to head into the restroom.
“I’ll lay out some things for you when you’re done.”
Kendall took a long shower, thoroughly washing her hair and enjoying the feeling of the hot water on her aching joints. By the time she was done, she was beginning to feel more like her old self, with the obvious exception that she couldn’t keep her mind off her new master or his amazing drug. She found beauty supplies waiting for her on the counter when she was finished, including makeup, a hairbrush, and undergarments, which she put to good use. Her master was gone when she came back into the bedroom, and in the chair that he’d set, she found a little black dress and heels. She put both on and left the room, moving down the hallway towards the elevator.
Upstairs, the loft room in which they’d had dinner that first night, a time that now felt very long ago, was where she found Alex, sitting at the very same table with a covered platter of food in front of him. He was dressed very much how she’d seen him in the cell, white linen pants, slippers, and a cream-colored collared shirt that was loosely buttoned. When she came out of the elevator and approached the table, he gave her that same dashing smile he’d offered up then. Only now, when she felt her stomach flutter in response, it was because she wanted to be with him and not because she thought him merely handsome.
“Master,” she said shyly, when he rose to pull out the seat for her. “Thank you…”
He gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek and, when she sat, lifted the lid on the platter and began to serve them. “You look lovely, my dear,” he said softly.
Breakfast was eggs and sausages and fresh grilled tomatoes. It looked like he’d made it himself. Kendall smiled as he returned to his seat, picking up her silverware to eat. But as he sat, Alex removed a small package from his pocket and placed it on the table next to his plate. It was Arcadia. The package distracted her. She had trouble taking her eyes off it.
When he saw her staring, Alex grinned. He said, casually, “is everything alright? Are you hungry?”
She was indeed hungry, starving in fact, but she wanted the drug more… “I’m fine, Master,” she said, after a moment. She stared a moment longer before finally tearing her eyes away and focusing on her plate. “Just a little tired still is all.”
“I understand,” he said, with a knowing glance towards the packet. “For now, I want to talk about why I brought you here in the first place.”
Kendall looked up at him in surprise, a tomato dangling from her fork. “I… I thought you wanted to make me yours…” she said, a little dejectedly.
“That is part of it, don’t worry.” He smiled again and motioned her to eat. “Please, eat up, I promise this will make you happy. You have great purpose, a very important job and with it a place of honor in our new family.”
She took him at his word and began to eat as he explained everything to her. He told her what he wanted. That she was to help him recruit ten other celebrities to join them in a new life. That some of these ladies would be friends, people she knew and was close to. Others would be friends of friends or that she might have to use industry contacts to get close to them and some she might have to use her status to simply provide enough information about so that he could find them on his own. The bottom line was that she was to become a sort of celebrity spy, to collect data, and make subtle inquiries that he could use to track down and kidnap ten specific people from a list he would provide her.
In return, she would earn a position of privilege in their new household. He would provide her with Arcadia and, whenever he got the chance, he would come visit her.
Kendall tried to pay attention. But each time she used her fork to skewer a piece of food, her eyes would glance toward that pouch of Arcadia. That, or she’d find herself thinking about the master and his incredible cock. With everything that she’d experienced this past week, her focus was off, her whole life was forever changed. She felt horny… wanted to please Alex… she wanted it like she’d never wanted anything. And the packet of Arcadia kept lingering in her vision.
“Ms. Jenner? Is everything alright?” Alex asked, leaning forward, and touching her hand in concern. “Did you have any questions?”
“No… I’m fine,” she said, breaking her eye contact with the packet and looked back up at her master. “Just distracted…”
Of course she was distracted. She’d been breathing in Arcadia six or seven times a day for a week and it had now been close to twelve hours since her last dose. Alex knew she wouldn’t be able to concentrate, at least he’d hoped. It proved that she was addicted. The question was would she follow his instructions to get it? Would she compromise herself to get more?
There would be time enough to figure that out later. For now, he needed her to prove her devotion, needed her to listen to his plan. What he needed was her mouth on his prick. He encouraged her to finish eating and, when they were done, he took himself and the packet over to the couch, taking her along with him.
When they got there, he held up the Arcadia and looked her in the eye. “You want this?” he asked, dangling the bag in front of her.
Kendall bit her lip nervously and nodded slowly. “Yes…yes, Master,” she said, licking her lips.
Alex pulled her tight against him and yanked the draw sting on his pants. She yipped in surprise, but her eyes never left him or the baggie. “Make it hard,” he whispered, taking her hand and guiding it to his shaft. “Use your hand.”
The slender young model gripped his cock and began to rub and twist. She slid her hand back and forth before taking the head between her thumb and forefinger and kneading it tenderly as it swelled in her hand. She stared at him in smoldering intensity as she worked his prick. “Master,” she cooed, “I want you so bad…”
He smiled and groaned softly as she stroked. Then pulled her close and kissed her deeply. She freely accepted his tongue, eagerly sucking on it as it probed her mouth. When the kiss broke and, with his cock now hard as a rock, he released his hold on her. “Slip off that dress and lie on your back. Pose for me.”
Kendall did as she was told, lying on the floor and posing for her master. She splayed her hair out behind her and spread her legs, dangling one hand over her panty-clad pussy and using the other to place a single finger in her mouth. Alex produced her cellphone and told her to unlock it. She did so without question and resumed her pose. He then used it to snap a couple of pictures of her, with his cock just inside the frame hanging over her.
Alex sat the phone down, and then produced the baggie of Arcadia again. “You want this?” he asked, with a grin. Kendall glanced, but she didn’t move, other than to nod slowly and then continued to stare at him with her most lustful bedroom eyes.
“Up on your knees, then,” he said, with a grin. She hopped up and knelt before him as he sprinkled a line over his prick. “Snort it, then suck it.”
Kendall Jenner leaned forward eagerly and snorted the Arcadia right off his cock, moaning like a slut as she did it. Then, without missing a beat, moved back and wrapped her lips around the tip. She gazed up at him, that same smoldering intensity in her eyes, and began to work her mouth up and down the shaft. She grabbed him by the hips, using only her mouth, and slowly worked it back and forth.
“Keep your eyes up here, my sweet,” he said, as he again picked up her phone. As she slurped his cock, worshiping it like he was a god, he snapped a few more pictures. A few clicks were all he could take. He dropped the phone back to the couch, yanked his shirt over his head, and cradled Kendall’s head with both hands.
The Arcadia now rushing through her bloodstream, Kendall felt her pussy grow hot and moist with desire. She crouched there, balancing on her heels and staring up at her master, worshipping his cock with devotion. With one hand, she held onto his hip, using it for balance. The other slipped between her legs and went into her slinky black undies. She groaned and moaned, working her lips back and forth on her master’s thick cock and began to rub her eager little slit.
As her pussy started to leak onto the floor, Alex gently rocked his hips, tenderly fucking her mouth with each stroke. “Are you my good girl?” he asked, softly brushing her cheek with his fingertips.
Pulling away, but still holding the tip in her mouth, she looked up at him, a coy expression on her face. “Yes, Master. I’d do anything for you…”
Alex shuddered as her tongue swirled and groaned as she plunged down his shaft, gagging herself. She’d forced nearly his entire cock into her mouth and, holding herself there, she looked up at him with an expression of pleading… begging for approval. He let his hands fall away from her head and he held them behind his back. “Hold yourself there,” he commanded. “Choke yourself till I tell you to move.”
Kendall did exactly as she was told. She seized his hips and pulled herself forward, fully impaling herself on her master’s dick. She gagged, spittle trailing from her lips as she held herself there. Her eyes began to water, and tears ran down her cheeks, but she held on, keeping his prick in her throat. Soon, she was choking as her body fought to breathe. Another violent gag seized her and spittle poured from her mouth and her nose as she desperately tried to obey her master’s command.
Finally, just when she didn’t think she could hold on any longer, Alex said, “enough,” and she flew back. Kendall landed on the floor, coughing and sputtering as she tried to catch her breath. He picked up her phone and began walking towards the bed, “come along,” he said, over his shoulder.
Kendall picked herself up off the floor and quickly crossed the room to where her master was now leisurely lying on the bed, his hands behind his head and her phone resting on his chest. She stood there next to him and looked down, twirling a strand of her raven black hair in one hand as she swayed back and forth. “What now, Master,” she asked shyly, biting her lip and tentatively lifting her gaze to his.
“Strip,” he said, looking her body up and down.
She unhooked the slinky black bra and tossed it to the floor. She slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them before tossing them onto her master’s face. They were damp and it brought a smile to his face as he lifted them and tossed them down next to her bra. “Shoes too, Master?”
“Uh-huh,” he responded, patting his thighs as if to indicate where he wanted her to sit.
Kicking off the heels, Kendall climbed onto the bed and sat down on his hips. She shifted forward so that her pelvis brushed against Alex’s erect cock. “What now, Master?” she asked coyly.
“Unlock your phone again,” he replied, handing it to her. “Then, I want you to ride me, nice and slow. Look me in the eye and show me how much you want me.”
“Yes, Master,” she said, unlocking the phone and handing it back. She sat up, nice and slow as Alex began clicking pictures. This was the moment she’d been craving for days now. She found herself quivering in anticipation. She bit her lip as her master’s thick cockhead pressed against her lips. Slowly, she lowered herself. Her head tilted back as she slid down on his shaft and a long, low, deep groan of pleasure came from her mouth. “Fuck,” she sighed, as it filled her.
Kendall leaned back on her arms and slowly began bouncing up and down on her master’s prick, easing it in and out as he took her picture. She fucked him with her eyes and with her body, lifting her hips and sliding back down. Biting her lip and cocking her head, she posed for him while continuing to slowly fuck him. “Master,” she gasped, as she cupped a boob with one hand, “your dick is so fucking big…”
After Alex had five or six good shots of Kendall riding his cock, he put her phone down and placed both hands behind his head again. “That’s it,” he said, slightly lifting his hips into hers. “Fuck me with your eyes. Ride that dick.”
The raven-haired supermodel did just that. Leaning back on both hands again once her photo op was over, she began to slowly increase her pace. She watched him, fucking him with her eyes and rode up and down. Soon, she was moaning and groaning each time she slammed her hips down into her master’s. “Master,” she cried, as her pelvis collided into his “…sooo good.” She held herself down on it, rotating her hips and grinding her pussy against his waist.
“I want you to cum for me,” he said, bringing his hand to her pussy and pressing his thumb against her clit. “Ride it, squirt all over me, you dirty slut.” As he spoke, he rubbed the little nub up and down then in a slow circle.
Kendall moaned at her master’s touch and, still fucking him with her eyes, began to bounce again, this time with even more enthusiasm. Faster and faster she moved, her hips slamming into his until a wet sloshing sound could be heard. Alex worked his thumb as she fucked herself and he could see her beginning to lose control. “Master!” she screamed, slamming into him two, three, four more times. “Cumming!” That time, when her hips collided with his, she came. Hot, wet girl cum sprayed from her pussy coating his legs and squirting out over his stomach and over the bed.
She leaned forward, holding his prick inside her and brushed her nose against his cheek. “Thank you, Master,” she whispered.
Alex gently kissed her, pulling her down against his body and running his hands down her sides. He squeezed her ass as they passed saliva back and forth. Eventually, he rolled on top of her and she raised her knees, locking her ankles around his waist. The kiss broke and he looked down at her. “Keep your eyes on me, Ms. Jenner. I want to see them alight in pleasure.”
Now in a more intimate position, it was almost more difficult for Kendall to hold her master’s gaze. She bit her lip shyly and used her legs to hold him against her. He began to take long, deep thrusts in and out of her pussy. She took his head in her hands and pulled his forehead against hers as she felt him bottom out inside her. “Master,” she cried, gently rocking her hips into his. “I love you.”
Alex smiled, continued to gaze into her dark, entrancing eyes and slowly built her towards another orgasm. He took his time, wanting to in some ways simulate the slow build the chastity belt device would use. Gradually, Kendall’s body responded. She began to breathe shallow, ragged breaths as he fucked her, long and deep. Each thrust bottomed out inside her and each time he felt her cunt gripping him and trying to hold him there forever. “Are you ready to cum again?” he whispered, still staring into her eyes.
She nodded slowly, feeling her chest, her heart swell with emotion. “Yes, Master, please…”
Alex began to really slam into her, rocking his hips up and down to hammer his cock deep inside with each rhythmic thrust. Kendall used her legs to hold him against her as best she could but was soon moaning like a whore as she gripped the bed blankets. He fucked her harder and harder, building her quickly to another orgasm.
With one last thrust, he bottomed out inside her and Kendall’s legs fell away from his waist. Her back arched, her eyes rolled in her head, and she moaned loud, low, and deep. “Fuck!”
As she began to cum, Alex kept up the pressure, holding her shoulders and slamming back and forth, continuing to pound her pussy in hard, fast, deep strokes. The first orgasm rocked her body and she began to shudder all over. He hammered away and a second, then a third took hold. Her legs began to shake wildly and all she could do was hold him against her chest and moan as she came again and again.
Slowly, Alex relaxed his pace, gently bringing her down from the heights of ecstasy. She laughed euphorically as he sat back, his chest bristling with sweat. “Master,” she gasped, “that was incredible…”
He laughed, pulling her into his lap and kissing her. “We’re not done yet…” For a moment he held her and kissed her, giving his new slave a moment to revel in the afterglow. As her breathing returned to normal, Kendall nestled into the crook of his neck and began to softly suck on it. Her hand moved between their bodies and she gently fondled his cock, working it back to full hardness.
“What now, Master?” she asked, almost reverently, while now stroking his dick and nibbling on his neck.
Alex gently kissed her. He moved his lips to her ear and whispered, “I want to fuck your little asshole. Is that okay?”
Kendall smiled shyly, “I already told you, Master, I’ll do anything you want me to.”
“The lube is in that top drawer over there. Grab it and get on your hands and knees.” He laughed and gave her firm, shapely ass a playful smack as she reached over and pulled the bottle out of his dresser drawer. She then turned away from him getting down on her elbows and lifting her ass enticingly into the air. Alex worked the lube onto his prick as he looked down at her. “Pick up your phone. Make a video and tell everyone what you’re about to do.”
Immediately, Kendall’s face flushed with embarrassment. It was one thing to let him take pictures of her, but quite another to do it herself. “Quickly,” he added. “I won’t start till you do.” To add an emphasis for haste, he squirted lube over her asshole and began to work it in with his thumb.
“Ca—can I have little more Arcadia, Master?” she asked, still looking unsure.
He got up, still rubbing his prick with one hand and got the baggie for her. “Just a little,” he said as he got back in place. “Oh, and while you’re filming, call me daddy, not master, okay?”
“Yes, Master,” Kendall cooed, as she dipped her finger into the baggie and snorted the drug off her nail. She shuddered in pleasure before picking up her cellphone. A quick flick unlocked it and she began to record a video. She looked into the camera, careful to avoid her master, who was again rubbing lube onto her anus. “Hi,” she gasped, as his whole thumb entered her. “I’m Kendall Jenner…” she began to pant as he worked it back and forth. “…and my Daddy is about fuck me in the ass.”
She kept the video panned in close to her face as she felt her master grab her hips and place his big, hard dick into the crack of her ass. Biting her lip, she cocked her head and made sexy, bedroom eyes at the camera, just like she would if she’d been at a photo shoot or walking the runway. Her master took a few strokes through the crack of her ass as she continued to pose. Then, unceremoniously, he pried her ass cheeks apart and pulled her back, sliding the head and the first quarter of his cock straight in.
She leapt at the sensation, making a surprised yelp as her eyes went wide and catching the whole expression on camera. “Daddy,” she cried, “it’s so thick…”
As she leapt forward though, Alex kept a tight rein on her. He pulled back, jamming the first half of his cock into her ass as he did. The camera continued to roll as Alex took several long, slow strokes, allowing her asshole to accommodate his big dick. As he fucked her, Kendall’s head began to bounce back and forth, a motion that the camera easily captured. She began to pant, biting her lip and pushing back against him.
“Hand me the camera,” he said, keeping one hand on her thigh and reaching forward with the other. Taking up the phone, he pointed it down, getting a good shot of his prick sliding in ever deeper to the spoiled model’s tight little hole. “Look up here, slut.”
Looking shy and embarrassed as hell, Kendall did as she was told. “Yes, Daddy,” she said, turning her body slightly to look back over her shoulder at her master, now filming her. Her head and body bounced as he slowly fucked her. She watched him, trying to fuck him with her eyes while he defiled her asshole. “Daddy,” she panted. “It’s so deep… please… please don’t stop. I want it all…”
“If you want it,” he taunted, “take it.” He halted his own motion and put both hands on the phone to better control it. “You do the work…”
Kendall bit her lip, it was clear she was embarrassed, but more so that she wanted to please her master. She rose up off her elbows, placing her hands on the mattress for better purchase and began to rock back and forth. “Oooooh, Daddy…” she sighed as she continued to watch him. She did her best to stare into the camera and slowly worked his entire cock into her asshole. When she got there, she groaned loudly, grinding her hips against his pelvis, and rolling her eyes in pleasure.
It was like she was born to be a slutty pornstar, Alex thought, as he filmed the scene and tried to concentrate on making the video, which wasn’t easy given that he was now balls deep in Kendall Jenner’s recently deflowered asshole. A few more minutes of this was more than he could take. Alex closed the phone and tossed it down as his nubile little slave continued to ride his prick. He grabbed her by the waist, she giggled in delight, and he yanked her back as he thrust forward, slamming his cock into her as hard as he could.
“Master,” groaned Kendall, as he plowed into her ass. “Fuck me…”
Alex held tight to her hips and continued to pound in and out of her asshole. “Play with yourself slut, I want you to see you cum again.”
Kendall’s slender arm trailed beneath her body and Alex felt her asshole tense as she began to rub her clit. She started to squirm as her fingers rubbed and squeezed her little pink nub. Her legs began to kick and shudder as she began to lose all control of her body. “Master,” she cried, “so deep…”
The sight was amazing. Kendall Jenner, on her knees, panting and masturbating. His cock was buried balls deep in her asshole and he watched as she was literally bucking and spasming on his dick. She glanced up at him, fucking him with those dark, smoky bedroom eyes. He felt like his prick was about to explode. He held her tighter and began to violently slam his hips into her, driving himself into her again and again.
She continued playing with herself and, each time she would spasm in pleasure, her asshole would clench down tight onto Alex’s prick, increasing his pleasure tenfold. “Cum for me,” he grunted, slamming his cock into her.
Squeezing her clit and rubbing it hard, she felt it building. Her master’s prick was so thick, so deep, and she was right on the edge. He slammed into her again and Kendall’s head shot up. A long, loud moan broke from her lips as she shuddered in orgasm. She began to buck wildly, her eyes rolling in her head. “Holy fuck! Master! I’m cumming! So. Fucking. Deep!”
As the entitled supermodel began to cum, she lost all control of her movements. Alex held her tight, keeping her from squirming away from him. He gripped her waist and continued to drive his prick home again and again, sending his slave reeling on wave after wave of orgasm. Kendall came three times on his cock, each time squeezing his prick with her asshole. As the third euphoric wave rushed through her body, Alex could hold on no longer.
Her asshole clenched down tight just as he buried his prick deep in her bowels. “Fuck,” he grunted, as it exploded. He held her tight, as he fired his load, spraying it deep inside her. He managed three more slow strokes, each time shooting another spurt deep into her asshole. His muscles ached and he was covered in sweat.
Keeping himself buried inside her, he pulled Kendall back against him. She pressed her back to his chest and turned her head to gently kiss him. “Master,” she sighed, in contentment. “That was so amazing…”
They held each other like that for a moment before both collapsed onto the bed. She turned, curling into his arms and resting her head against his chest as her master grew soft against her thigh. They cuddled, each reveling in the pleasant exhaustion of the afterglow.
A few minutes later, Alex handed Kendall her phone and told her to open it. When she did, he selected one of the first pictures he took of her. She was lying back on her back, gazing up at his cock, which was hung just inside the frame. While she looked up at it with hunger in her eyes. “Send this to your mother,” he commanded. “When she replies, tell her it was a mistake…”
“What! Why?” she cried, turning to look at him in alarm.
“You’re forgetting your place,” he said, sitting up and giving her a severe frown. “This is a test of loyalty. I want to know that I can count on you to do anything I ask.” He let his face soften and he leaned in to pull her into a close embrace. “You want to be with me? You want to feel this way all the time?”
She met his eyes with a timid gaze. Slowly, she nodded her head. “Yes, Master…”
“Well, I want that too. But I need to know that you will truly do anything for me. We have a difficult task ahead. I can’t do it without you.” Which wasn’t exactly true. He could pull off his plan without her help. However, if he wanted to do so without drawing any suspicion to himself, he needed her help. His tone rang sincere nonetheless, and when Kendall glanced back up at him, he could tell she would indeed do anything for him.
“Yes, Master,” she said, looking down at her phone with the tiniest bit of hesitation. It passed in a blink, and he watched as she took the picture he had selected and sent it to her mother in a text.
“Good girl,” he whispered, gently kissing her ear. He pulled her into his lap, and leaned back against the headboard, holding her in his arms. Almost immediately, Kris Jenner responded, and he watched as his new slave told her mother that she’d sent the wrong picture and that she was having fun this week on her unscheduled trip to the Mediterranean. When mother and daughter started texting about that trip, Alex even supplied Kendall with a view from the bow of his yacht that she could use as the “real” picture. Making sure of course that there nothing was in the pic that could lead back to him.
After that, they had another conversation about his plan and what her role would be in its execution. This time, Kendall was able to focus. They spent the rest of the day going over details of the plan, the schedule of events he had already laid out, and methods the young model might use to get close to the celebrities on his list. How she could use her friendships, contacts, and industry buddies to learn the when and where of the women on his list.
They fucked again, of course, and he gave her more Arcadia. He also told her how her agent, Ashley Mendez, the one who had lured her here a week ago, was to become her primary handler. How she would serve as a liaison between them and would also provide her with Arcadia once a day. He told her that once this was all done, she would have special place in his new family, that her work was important, how he needed her to be strong. Finally, he told her that after this, they might not see each other too often, but that he would come to visit her from time to time.
She seemed to accept all this and, when she left him the next morning, Alex was confident that the first member of his new harem would play a crucial role in “recruiting” most of the others.
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Through her agent, Kendall and her new master stayed in contact over the weeks and months that followed. The millionaire supermodel provided Alex with crucial details that should aid in the capture of the first five women he soon planned to abduct.
Given the schedule her master laid out for the first five, it didn’t take Kendall long to provide all the details he needed. She used her close friendship with Taylor Swift to provide tour dates and time frames where her friend would be most vulnerable. Her friendship with Cara Delevingne proved crucial in providing information about Margot Robbie. The two had just finished making Suicide Squad together and had become friends on set. With Bella Thorne and Chloe Moretz, Kendall simply made some inquiries through friends in the industry to find out what the teens were up to. They both already lived in L.A., so she merely had to make sure they’d be in town on the appropriate date. Emma Watson was the tricky one. Kendall didn’t really have any connection with the British superstar. Plans for her abduction were left solely in the hands of her master, who used his considerable resources to sponsor a conference on feminism. After that, it was simply a matter of suggesting to the organizers that Emma be a part of the panel.
In late March, Cara told Kendall all about her trip to Africa and, after a bit of friendly inquiry, told her friend what country she was in and which tribal village she was visiting. After that, it was easy for Alex to organize his guardsmen to swoop in and abduct the British bombshell. Again, with Felicity Jones, matters were trickier. She didn’t really have any inroads with the classy actress. But, Kendall did hear that she would be attending a fashion show in Paris, a short jaunt away from her home in London once filming on Rogue One was a wrap. From there, it was a simple matter for Alex to use that information to scoop her up.
A short while after that, Kendall used her contacts to learn that Dove Cameron and Ariana Grande were to both going be offered a role on some live TV show. She passed that information along and a few days later, the pair were in Rio celebrating being offered the roles. They mysteriously disappeared after one of Ariana Grande’s concerts that very night.
The thing about Alex was that he didn’t want to act directly. Obviously in a few cases he had to use subtle influence to help things along. For example, it was an executive at NBC, a fellow who he’d help get the job, who suggested that Dove attend Ariana’s concert in Rio so that they could be given the news together. Alex felt it best to remain in the shadows. The less he had to act directly, the less likely he could be implicated when celebrities started disappearing. That was why he needed Kendall.
By the time he was plotting to snatch the last girl on his list, he wanted very much to distance himself from any connection with any celebrity. It was for that reason early on in February, he suggested that Kendall begin to get to know the last lady on his list. She was attending a premier for her new movie and Alex suggested that Kendall crash the party. It was a perfect opportunity for them to meet for the first time.
The plan was for Kendall to get close to her over the span of a several weeks. She was to befriend the final target and eventually, when she had come to regard the young model as a friend, to invite her on a remote getaway in the Caribbean. In route, their plane would be hijacked, and they’d end up at Alex’s mansion in the Yukon.
It was a relatively small premier. The movie was after all just a low budget romantic comedy with a relatively unimpressive cast. There was one true gem on that cast, and it was she whom Kendall was here to meet. She crashed the party. But didn’t make her move right away. She wandered around for a bit, socializing and interacting with the, by comparison, unknown cast. She was hoping that Alex’s last target would see and seek her out.
Eventually, as Kendall was getting a fresh drink, the target did indeed come to her.
“Hi,” she said excitedly, “I’m a big fan, I’m not honestly sure what you’re doing here at our little premier party, but I wanted to introduce myself.” She held out her hand, and Kendall took it. She shook the supermodel’s slender hand with a little too much exuberance and her face flushed with embarrassment.
“It’s nice to meet you…” said Kendall, trailing off questioningly to better pretend that she didn’t know exactly who she was talking to.
“Oh! Right! Sorry,” said the target. “I’m Alex… Alexandra Daddario.”
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