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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.

Chapter List
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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 things 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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Story Codes: MF, FF, oral, anal, romance, petplay
Day 47 (2:30 A.M.)
Alex found Emma in Chloe’s room with Cara. She’d returned there and crawled into bed with his little girl and her lover after escorting Dove to Bella’s room. The woman he loved then curled up between them and had fallen asleep.
He watched her as she slept. She looked happy, lying there in Cara’s arms as Chloe slept askew, her head on the wrong side of the bed, lying on her chest and one arm hanging off the side of the bed. He smiled. They must have had one hell of a night, he thought, as he looked down at the ring in his hand.
He wondered how she would take his proposal. Would it make her happy… or only serve to infuriate her when it invariably reminded her that she was his prisoner? Still, he loved her and this was the best way he knew to show her. Perhaps she would say yes. Perhaps there would be strings attached. What would it take for her to love him the way he loved her?
Light from Chloe’s Hello Kitty night light reflected off the diamond and drew Alex from his thoughts. There was a shift on the bed as one of the girls moved to a more comfortable position. As his presence was noted, his gaze returned to the bed. “It’s now or never,” he thought…
He got down on one knee as the figure on the bed sat up. It was Chloe. Quickly, he stuffed the ring in his pocket as she smiled sleepily his way. “Daddy?” she said, in a tired haze and unconsciously using a more “normal” voice as she groggily wiped her eyes. “Daddy!” this time said with a shrill screech. Though he had been gone just two days, the jubilance in his little girl’s voice at seeing him now was clear. She hopped out of the bed and into his arms, hugging him fiercely. “Daddy, daddy, I missed you so much!”
The commotion caused the other occupants of the bed to stir and sit up. Emma and Cara glanced at each other as Chloe wrapped her arms around Alex, fiercely squeezing him. “Good evening,” Alex said, looking down at them and returning his little girl’s hug.
“Evening?” Emma asked, yawning heavily, as Chloe squealed, “I missed you so much, Daddy!”
Alex smiled, giving his little girl’s ass an affectionate pat, “I missed you too, sweetie.”
Cara and Emma exchanged another sleepy stare as Chloe, in a voice far too chipper for the hour, told her daddy all about how Bella tried to make her eat a PB&J even though she wanted ‘pisghetti,’ and how mommy had spanked her and sent her to her room without dinner… “Okay,” said Emma, standing up and leading Cara towards the door, “we’re going back to bed…” Seeing the look on Alex’s face as they went to leave, she tenderly touched his cheek. “We’ll talk in the morning, alright?” she said gently, giving him a faint, tired smile.
The tension in the air, however, was notable. Clearly, Emma was still concerned over his behavior with Ari in their last encounter together. There was an air of uncertainty in her voice, a hesitation in her eyes when she touched his cheek. At least her tone was sincere. It seemed she was willing to hear him out and maybe accept his apology. Perhaps he should consider a further effort to make things right.
Alex nodded, realizing he’d lost his moment. “In the morning,” he agreed.
The door closed behind them, and Alex pulled away enough to look Chloe in the eyes. She bit her lip and swayed back and forth like the coy little girl she was pretending to be. She was still completely naked, and even though he wished he could be alone with Emma right now, it was hard not to be taken in by the sight of her. He touched her cheek gently and smiled. “It sounds like Mommy was a bad mommy, you want Daddy to make it up to you?”
Even though she had recently gotten her little pussy eaten just right by both Emma and Cara, Chloe looked down, nodding shyly. “Yes, Daddy,” she said, cute and innocent. A tongue, however skilled, was no substitute for her daddy’s big dick.
Alex stood up and pushed Chloe down to her knees. She gazed up at him with those big, vestal green eyes and licked her full, pouty lips. He pulled the drawstring on his pants and when they fell to the ground, he gripped his prick and placed it against her slightly opened mouth. “Suck it, sweetie. Get it good and hard for Daddy, and he’ll make everything alright.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, with childlike innocence, as she wrapped her lips around the tip in an opposite and completely slutty action.
                                                                                    ***
Day 47 (8:30 A.M.)
Cara Delevingne stretched, her arms going above her head and putting her naked body perfectly on display. Her trim tummy tensed, pushing her perky boobs closer together as her long legs spread out towards the foot of Emma’s big, king-sized bed. Emma roused sleepily next to her but didn’t open her eyes. Glancing over at her lover, a mischievous grin came over her face and she rolled on top of the still dozing Brit. “Morning,” she whispered, running a hand up Emma’s thigh and reveling in the smooth tautness of her flesh.
“Already?” Emma asked, a giddy smile coming to her lips as her lover fondly caressed her leg. She drew her knees up and brought her hands to Cara’s bum, giving it a squeeze. She pressed her legs in close against the lean, former supermodel’s slender body and opened her eyes. The fond look she saw coming from Cara’s breathtaking blue eyes made her tummy churn and caused a tightness in her throat. She bit her lip, staring back, and did her best to match the intensity of her lover’s gaze.
“I didn’t wake you, did I?” Cara asked, her lips gently brushing her lover’s as she too felt that flutter of emotion.
“It could be worse,” Emma said, removing one hand from Cara’s butt to cup the back of her head. “I could be alone…” she breathed, and deftly kissed the sexy blonde.
Their lips met in a warm, tender, eager exchange. Their tongues danced and intermingled as they pressed their bodies close together and writhed in an intimate embrace. Emma cradled Cara to her, feeling overcome by a surge of emotions as she basked in the feeling of her warm flesh. All thoughts of Alex and the promised conversation lay forgotten as she gently sucked on her lover’s tongue and clutched her tight.
For Cara too, all thoughts, save the gorgeous woman beneath her, were lost. She moaned softly into her lover’s mouth and pressed her tongue gently past her lips. As Emma sucked on it and pulled her close, she, slowly dragging her fingers enticingly over her skin, slid her hand between the brunette’s slim thighs.
Her slit was warm and wet as Cara pressed her fingers against it. “Fuck, Em,” she gasped, “you’re already so wet…”
Emma melted into Cara, sighing breathily into her mouth. She felt herself already trembling in desire and anticipation. She squeezed the blonde lustfully, sucked on her bottom lip, and ran her fingers tenderly through her flaxen hair. “I want you…” she whispered, “…so bad…” Her head rolled as Cara’s insistent fingers deftly played with her clit. As she writhed beneath the former supermodel, Cara gently began sucking on her neck. Emma continued to hold her close, affectionately biting her shoulder at this point, a near slave to her desire. “Make love to me,” she panted.
Cara pulled away just a little. She gazed into Emma’s longing eyes and smiled at the look she saw in return. She felt the same surge of emotions her lover was feeling, though neither knew quite yet how to express it. Her fingers toyed with Emma’s opening before slowly finding their way inside.
As Emma’s head again rolled back in pleasure, Cara moved to continue kissing her neck, gently sucking on the soft flesh. “As you wish,” she whispered, sliding down enough to kiss the top of her chest.
Emma relaxed her legs as Cara began to kiss her way lower. She sighed as the blonde took a moment to suck on each of her nipples, plying each with her lips and tongue till they were firm and hard. She began breathing hard as Cara’s fingers slowly started to move back and forth. “Cara…” she sighed, “…you’re getting me so fucking hot.”
“That was the idea…” said the blonde, with a little giggle, as she ran her tongue down between her lover’s boobs and sucked the flesh just before the top of Emma’s stomach. She kissed her way down, moving her fingers ever more urgently as her tongue found Emma’s navel, and she gently ran it into the cute little divot.
“You’re such a fucking tease—!” Emma gasped, her voice cutting out mid-sentence as Cara made a beckoning motion with her fingers and pressed her thumb hard against the brunette’s little pink clit. Emma’s back arched and she gripped the blankets with both hands, gasping for breath.
Cara kissed lower, down Emma’s lower abs to the top of her pelvis. She worked her fingers more urgently and kissed her way through the brunette’s clean-shaven pubic region. As she finally found her way fully between Emma’s slim legs, she felt her lover’s fingers entwining through her long blonde hair in a tender embrace. Cara wrapped her entire mouth around Emma’s sex and sucked on her clit, before gently beginning to probe inside her with her tongue. She removed her fingers, moving them down between the brunette’s butt cheeks, where she deftly probed the Brit’s little pink anus.
Emma, with a gasp, writhed, her legs kicked in surprise as her lover slid the first digit of her index finger into her butthole. “Oh my God, Cara… that is going to make me cum…”
Cara said nothing, she knew her lover had a thing for assplay. She looked up, seeing the ecstasy on her face as she continued to suck on Emma’s clit, lapping softly at her insides and tenderly finger fucking her asshole with a single, slowly probing digit. As the brunette writhed beneath her, Cara worked to steadily build her lover towards an orgasm. But, when Emma got right to the edge, she suddenly pulled away and rolled the brunette’s legs up over her head and pinned her ankles behind her neck to give her better access to all her lover’s needy holes.
Emma gasped in surprise at the sudden lack of attention and at the abrupt change of position. But she was even more surprised when Cara pinned her ankles behind her neck and sat down, hovering just above her face. “Cara wha—” again her words were cut off, this time by the blonde pressing her hot, wet pussy against her lips.
But, as Cara wrapped her arms around her lower back and leaned in to take a deep lap over her slit, through her taint, and into her anus, all Emma could do was moan in response. She pulled the blonde down closer and plunged her tongue inside her. She lapped at the former model’s slit and diligently tried her best to keep up, sucking on her slit and fucking her with her tongue.
It soon became too much. Emma threw her head back, “fuck!” she nearly screamed, when Cara buried her face in her ass and pushed her tongue as deep into Emma’s asshole as it would go. At the same time, the blonde used her fingers, rubbing Emma’s clit with one hand while the other probed into her pussy. Again, she grabbed the bedsheets, her whole-body tensing. It was a good thing that Cara was sitting on her, keeping her legs pinned behind her head or she surely would have spasmed out of reach.
“Mmmmmm,” Cara moaned, her tongue probing deep into Emma’s anus. She kissed the now gaping puckered hole as she continued rubbing her clit. “You gonna cum for me, baby?” she asked coyly, taking another playful lap at the shuttering hole.
“Don’t stop!” Emma screamed again, futilely pawing at Cara’s back as she tried to push her lover back into her ass.
Cara sucked on Emma’s clit. She ran two fingers into her asshole, fucking it nice and slow. “Don’t. Stop?” she teased, again running her tongue through the brunette’s taint and lapping at the gape she was creating by spreading her fingers wide.
Emma was now fully shuddering beneath her. She was trembling and pulling at the bedsheets as Cara teased her holes. “Please…” she gasped. “I’m so close…”
“Please?” Cara again teased, as she now inserted two fingers into her pussy and began to rub them against the two she had in Emma’s ass. She lapped at her clit, moving them back and forth against one another, slowly building momentum. “Please, what?” she giggled, again lapping at her clit.
“Please make me cum!” Emma gasped, as Cara’s work had pushed her right to the edge of orgasm for the second time.
Cara giggled again. “As you wish,” she whispered again. She slid a third finger into Emma’s ass and began to drive them in and out, rubbing them against and in opposition to the two thrusting digits in her pussy. At the same time, she would lap at her clit or squeeze it with her thumb as she worked, each time eliciting a buck and moan from her lover. She built momentum, driving her fingers faster and harder till Emma was spasming uncontrollably.
The only thing holding Emma in place was Cara’s weight pressing down on her legs. There was drool dripping from her lips. Her head was turned to the side as she was panting and moaning. “Fuck!” Emma gasped, as she again bucked. “I’m cumming!”
As Emma began to cum, Cara didn’t let up. She drove both sets of fingers deep into her lover and began to furiously lap at her clit. Emma spasmed, her whole-body quivering as she began to squirt. She quickly extracted the fingers from her pussy and began to rub them fiercely against Emma’s clit as she leaned in and went back to lapping at the quivering hole which had three fingers moving back and forth. Girl cum sprayed all over Cara’s chest as Emma came two, three, four times before the blonde finally began to slow down and eventually withdrew her fingers. She gave Emma’s gaping asshole a gentle kiss, giggled, rolled off of her, and pulled her nearly catatonic lover into her arms, cradling her head against her chest.
“God damn,” Emma said, after a minute, “that was unbelievable…” She turned and cuddled against her lover, closing her eyes as she took a few more deep breaths.
“Just remember that,” Cara said, grinning and kissing the top of Emma’s head, “when it’s my turn.”
Emma bit her lip and looked up at Cara. She knew that fluttering she felt again in her chest. She’d felt it before, earlier this morning, with Alex when he wasn’t acting like an insensitive ass, and once before with Margot. It was love. She’d said those words before, though, and it hadn’t always worked out… hell, so far, she wasn’t sure it had ever worked out. She wasn’t in a rush to try it out now, instead she said, “give me a minute to recover, and I certainly will.”
Cara laughed and hugged her close. “Deal,” she said, smiling down at her.
A few minutes later, the pair were at it again… and again after that in the shower as they went to get ready for weigh in. Alex, it seemed, was forgotten as they lost themselves in each other.
                                                                                    ***
Day 47 (8:30 A.M.)
It wasn’t hard to figure out what was going on in Emma’s room as the tell-tale moaning could be heard even in the VIP lounge where Alex sat, hoping to talk to his Level 5, the woman he loved. He considered barging in and demanding she talk to him, but knew that would only be counterproductive to their relationship. Instead, he decided to go and make amends with the person who’d made her angry with him in the first place.
By this time of the morning, she should be finishing up her morning exercise routine and be in her cell putting on her costume. He paused briefly outside Ariana’s door. This wasn’t normal territory for him. Alex was used to doing what he wanted and apologizing for nothing. The only problem was that he was in love with Emma and he wanted her to be happy. Part of that meant behaving according to the rules he set up, which meant not forcing his girls outside of the punishment room, a rule he had violated with Ari in their last encounter.
He knocked gently at the door, waited a moment, and let himself in. Ari jumped a little in surprise, normally things were dead quiet at this time and she rarely saw anyone, let alone had visitors in her room. “Master,” she said, a little apprehensively, as he stepped inside. She glanced back to the mirror, her eyes downcast to avoid his gaze in its reflective surface. “Is… is everything okay?”
“No, I’m sorry to say that it isn’t,” he replied, closing the door behind him and leaning against it, holding the small box he’d brought with him against his back.
Ari, who was in the middle of her makeup routine and was only wearing a towel, stood up and turned around. She was probably naked beneath it, since she wasn’t allowed to wear anything but her cat suit except when exercising and Alex took a moment to look her tiny, wonderful body up and down. Her hair was damp and the towel clung to her frame. It made his cock sit up and pay attention. Her face was one of concern, but he had trouble thinking of anything but that petite, sexy woman standing there. He had to take a moment to calm himself…that body of hers was what had gotten him here in the first place.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, in a worried tone. “Did… did I do something wrong?”
“It wasn’t you. It was me,” he said, gently reaching out and tenderly touching her face. “I was far too rough with you last time. You were uncomfortable and wanted me to stop, and I didn’t. I made a promise to you and the others that I would never do that outside the punishment room, and I am very sorry for violating that trust.” He met her gaze, trying to sound as sincere as he felt that he wanted her to forgive him, if only so Emma might do the same. “Can you forgive me?” he asked, a sheepish smile on his face.
“Master…” said Ari, taking his hand and holding it against her face. She was moved that he’d come to apologize. For everything she’d experienced since being kidnapped, there was one truth to this new life. A fact that she only felt peripherally before. She liked being a cat. It made her feel powerful to stalk around on hands and knees feeling sexy. To “meow” at the other girls and rub up against them with her body. It was like her true self was meant to be a kitty, and despite the arguably cruel way he’d gone about showing her that, Ariana, the woman, would be eternally grateful.
She glanced shyly to the floor as he touched her face. “I… I was scared,” she said sadly. “It hurt. You,” she looked up into his eyes, biting her lip, “you were just a little too rough with me is all.” She smiled; it was radiant. “If you had gone a little slower…I’m sure I would have liked it…”
Ari stepped into him, wrapped her arms around him and laid her cheek against his chest. “Of course, I forgive you.” Her eyes lit up as she felt the box he was holding behind him and she looked up at him, excitement on her face. “Is that for me?”
Alex laughed and held it out to her. “It is.” Displaying near cat-like agility, she snatched it from him with a giggle, and plopped down on her bed cheerfully. “I hope my favorite kitty likes it,” he said, gently petting her hair.
“Master…” she cooed,” lifting the lid of the box. “It’s so pretty.”
Inside the small box was a gorgeous metal choker. The links were made of black gold and the entire chain was studded in dark red rubies. It was designed to cinch snuggly around the nape of the neck and leave the excess chain to hang down. From the center loop in the chain hung a little name plate emblazoned with “ARI” spelled out in platinum letters.
“Do you like it?” Alex asked, with an easy grin. “Can I put it on you?”
Ari blushed, her eyes again going to the floor. “Yes… Master, please.” She lifted her hair and bit her lip, watching him as he walked around behind her without lifting her eyes. His hands delicately ran up her shoulders as he draped the chain drape around her neck. She could feel his chest against her back and his warmth through the towel she wore. Her master’s closeness felt good and right and a little shiver ran down her spine as he pulled the chain taut and cinched it in place, making it snug enough that her skin bulged just slightly. She giggled as his hands fell away, and playfully pushed him out of the way so she could look at herself in the mirror, displaying all the vanity of a true diva despite the brutal training she went through..
“Master…” she cooed again. “It’s so beautiful.” Her eyes, reflected in the mirror, lifted from the chain to his. She bit her lip and again her face turned pink with embarrassment. “Thank you,” she added, chewing on her thumb.
Her image in the mirror was sexy as fuck and Alex had to restrain himself from throwing her down on the bed and fucking her asshole till it bled. “You’re beautiful,” he said, putting his arms around her shoulders and gently pulling her back against his chest.
She blushed again at the compliment and put her hands on his arm. “Master…” she said, a mischievous light coming to her eyes. “Kitty’s are notoriously fickle… I could be late today.” The grin that lit up his face was all the consent she needed. She lifted his arm and pulled her towel away with her other hand and revealed her naked, perfect little body.
Alex stared her up and down in the mirror with awe in his eyes. Her tummy was trim, her pussy shaved clean and her dark, tiny nipples were standing up, firm in the cool air of the room and from the arousal she felt between her legs. “Just be gentle with me…” she whispered, meeting his lust filled gaze with bashful shyness.
He took her arm in hand and with a playful spin turned her around to face him. She giggled, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her nubile, nude body against him. The laughter turned suddenly to a startled yelp when he grabbed her by the bum and lifted her into the air. He carried her like that over to the bed and, kneeling upon it, laid her down. Then, he stood, pulled the drawstring on his pants, and took one last look at her perfect body, his cock now fully erect.
Ari batted her long eyelashes, giving her master a playful pose. She stretched her arms over her head, pulled her knees together, and twisted her hips. Blushing, she laughed musically and bit her thumb, her eyes glancing away in coy innocence.
“Good God, you’re sexy,” he said, kneeling on the floor by her legs.
“Thank you, Master,” she said sweetly. However, in firm opposition to the innocent little kitty she was playing at, Ari lifted her feet and purposefully planted them one at a time on opposite sides of the bed, knees up and legs spread wide open, giving Alex an easy view of her tight, smooth pussy lips. She trailed a hand down there and, her dark, smoldering eyes now meeting his, began to rub her clit in a slow circle.
Alex watched for a moment or two before reaching out, seizing her hips, and yanking her into him. Her slim legs moved, draped over his shoulders, as his head went between her thighs. She yelped in surprise, but moaned deeply as his tongue found her clit.
Her thin fingers trailed into his hair and she squeezed his head into her gently with her thighs. “Master,” she cooed, as he sucked vigorously on her pussy, “that feels so good.”
Alex lapped at her slit, sucked on her clit and nuzzled her lips with his nose till she was dripping wet. He then looked up at her, “is my little kitty ready?”
All it took was a simple nod of her head to send Alex springing into action. He crawled up between her legs, scooting her back as he moved and, when his prick reached her opening, he gently slid it inside. Her delicate hands went to his chest, her eyes were cast aside in coy innocence. But, her legs couldn’t hide her true intent. They told a different story, as they wrapped around his waist and pulled him into her. “Oh, my God, Master,” she cried, as it stretched her pussy open, “it’s so fucking big!”
He took it slow, pressing it in inch by inch, giving her time to get used to the girth spreading her open. Ari responded, her breathing evened out, and she looked up at him. All coyness was gone, replaced by the carnal desire to get fucked. She pulled him down and kissed him as he took his first slow, deep stroke out and back in.
“Master,” she gasped, into his mouth, “please fuck me.”
Alex gently cupped her head, his other hand gripped her thigh, and he did exactly as she asked. He began to take long, slow, deep thrusts in and out of Ari’s tight little pussy. She stared up at him with those dark, innocent eyes, pressing her fingers into his back as she held him against her. Her fingernails dug into his flesh as he built momentum.
Soon, both were gasping for breath. Their bodies moved in tandem, his hips thrusting back and forth, her legs drawing him into her as he worked. Their bodies were pressed together skintight, growing hot with passion and from the physical stress of their labor. Sweat trickled down his back. For Ari, it rolled down her chest between her perky boobs. Their foreheads pressed together, she bit her lip, still playing coy. He stared into her dark, smoldering gaze as he stroked in and out. “Fuck, Ari, you’re so tight,” he whispered, before kissing her passionately.
The kiss broke when Ari’s head rolled back, her mouth agape as a loud, lustful moan escaped her lips. “Master,” she breathed, “faster, I’m almost there.” Reaching up, she drew him down fully on top of her and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tight. She bit gently into his shoulder as he started to thrust harder and faster.
His legs tensed, his back strained, and Alex rose up off her onto his knees. He held tight to her hips and fucked her, his cock buried nearly to the hilt, in short, fast strokes. With each thrust, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed around the room. He bottomed out inside her with each stroke, sending her head rocking back and forth and gazed down on her in carnal desire.
Seeing his gaze, Ari’s arms went above her head, and again, with a coy smile and innocent eyes, she posed for him. She was a performer above all and had long ago mastered the art of giving the audience what they wanted to see. In this case, her master wanted to see his kitty stretched out on perfect display.
The vision caused Alex to redouble his efforts. Soon, as her whole body bounced, Ari cried out again. “Master! “I’m cumming!” She continued to pose as best she could while her whole body shook in orgasm and her eyes rolled in her head. He continued to pound his little kitty. Her head rocked back and forth, she gripped the headboard as her body spasmed. Her legs fell from his waist and she began to shudder all over, panting and moaning with each hard thrust.
Staring down at her, he saw a divine sight. Ariana Grande, cumming hard, his cock buried to the hilt. Her sweet, innocent face contorted in the throes of ecstasy. Her body, shiny with sweat, her little boobs bouncing with each thrust, and her soaking wet pussy pulsing around his prick. It was incredible to think that not so long ago it would be every man’s fantasy to see this superstar diva cumming like this beneath them, and now, it was his reality.
He ran a tender hand down her chest, between her boobs, over her tensing abs, and down to her clit. Pressing his thumb against it, she screamed in orgasm. Her pussy shuddered around his cock, gripping it and trying to pull him even deeper inside. The sensation was incredible and brought him right to the edge. “Where do you want it?” he asked, rubbing her clit again.
“Master!” she cried. “Please, cum inside me! I need it!” Her words came out in halting staccato as she continued to shudder, her tiny body gripped in the throes of a second orgasm.
His course set, Alex leaned down, holding her shoulders down with both hands and began to slam into her. Ari cried out in pain, but mostly in pleasure as he took a long, deep stroke all the way out then hammered it back. She was laying there, a slave to the pleasure, gasping and panting as he fucked her. “Does Kitty want to Meow for me?” he grunted, taking another deep thrust.
“Meow!” she cried, her eyes rolling. “Fuck this little kitty,” she whispered, as he pounded away. She cried another “meow,” her pussy gripping and spasming on his cock as a third orgasm rocked her, bringing Alex right to the edge.
With sweat trailing down his forehead, Alex buried his cock all the way in. Ari’s cunt clamped down tight, “Meow,” she called again, as she shuddered on his prick. “I want your cum, Master,” she cried between deep panting breaths. “Make me your cumslut!”
The reverberations from Ari’s cunt as she spasmed on his dick, combined with the total transformation from coy innocent girl into a slutty kitty, made him lose it. He grunted, taking one more stroke before exploding inside her. The kitty’s eyes shot open wide in surprise and orgasmic pleasure and he felt her pussy spasm again.
But, with extreme effort, he drew back and slammed himself in again. He took two, three more deep thrusts, letting Ari’s insides milk his cock with each stroke. He fucked her till she had drained his balls and she was drooling into the bedsheets, her head turned to the side and eyes rolled back in her head, nearly catatonic.
“Fuck,” he sighed, rolling to the side and onto his back. “That was incredible.” He laid back, his chest rising and falling as he worked to catch his breath.
A few minutes later, Ari climbed against him. One arm going over his chest, her head cradling into his neck and a leg going over his. “Master,” she sighed, gently biting his ear. “That was so wonderful.”
They laid there like that, Ari cuddling him and Alex reveling in the warm afterglow till well after weigh in was over.
                                                                                             ***
Day 47 (12:30 P.M.)
Weigh in went smoothly. The only real difference between today and the day before was that today Bella and Dove arrived holding hands and shared a sweet, intimate kiss before separating to their respective places in line. The display drew all the attention of those waiting in line and was the topic they all talked about while waiting their turn with Emma.
Most of those assembled couldn’t be happier for the new couple. Margot and Felicity congratulated them and wished them the best. Cara was a little distracted by thoughts of Emma, but smiled and said, “good luck.” Internally she was overjoyed that Dove’s friendship with her new lover wasn’t going to be another complication to their burgeoning relationship.
Chloe was a little sad that she’d missed out on the action, but didn’t let her face bely her thoughts. She clutched her teddy and blushed at her babysitter as images of the two teens taking turns with her danced through her head. She told Dove emphatically that Bella was her babysitter, but that she could play with her when she wasn’t around. Secretly, she was a little jealous that Bella hadn’t invited her to partake in the fun. But, she supposed, there was always next time. She still had a crush on Dove, and fully intended, one way or another, to get between her legs.
The only one who didn't seem terribly happy was Taylor Swift. After all, Bella had been her girlfriend, and she’d blown it, getting in quite a bit of trouble in the process and burning the bridges of many of her other friendships. She also offered up congratulations, but it was clear she was a little annoyed at being one of the only people in the harem without a girlfriend of one kind or another. She stood in line and made a note that Ari was suspiciously absent.
She made one comment on the topic. But it didn’t seem to generate enough interest among the others to change the subject away from the new couple. Maybe it was because no one wanted to ponder the options on where the little kitty might be. Either way, she found herself waiting in silence till it was her turn.
After weigh in, the level 4s and even Emma herself found they were locked out of the hallway into the VIP lounge. So everyone congregated in the main dorm or went to the kitchen to make a snack. Taylor sat on a couch and thought about her options… Maybe she could get by with just having the occasional bit of attention from Alex. Even in her own mind, that thought was met with staunch criticism. It had only been two days since her big show in front of the whole harem and already, she was feeling horny. She remembered her steamy encounter with Emma in the early morning hours afterwards and felt her pussy twitch. Maybe she could steal the sexy Brit away from her new lover every now and again too. Still, she seriously doubted that occasional sex with two very otherwise occupied lovers would be enough… She needed something more. So, with a sullen pout, she lifted her iPod and tried to occupy her mind till Alex showed up.
To make matters worse, Bella pulled Dove into her lap on one of the plush leather chairs just across from where she was sitting and, to pass the time, they proceeded to make out. While Margot and Felicity also sat intimately close on a couch nearby and spent the time reading from an iPad and chatting softly. Chloe flopped on the floor in the middle of the room, sat Colin next to her and spent the time coloring in her coloring book. Cara went into the kitchen to make some toast, offering to make some for Emma, and those two sat at a table opposite each other, fooling no one as they spoke softly and ate breakfast.
As the time dragged by and Taylor stared idly at the screen on her iPod, her thoughts drifted back to the sexy teen couple kissing on the chair across from her. The sound of their lips gently smacking and their clothes as they rustled under the other’s insistent groping both grated on her. She felt heat gathering in her cheeks as her anger grew.
It was all her fault, though. She was to blame for why that wasn’t her kissing Bella right now. The thought permeated her brain and Taylor couldn’t help but lament the fact that she was alone and, at present, there was no one in the harem available to fill the void she felt when Alex wasn’t around. This melancholy idea cooled her anger, but only served to amplify how alone she felt. Grudgingly, she had to admit that her master wouldn’t always be there for her when that need rose between her legs, as it did now. She needed someone to fill the hole… literally.
She didn’t know what to do though. The only girls not in a relationship were Chloe and Ari. One was a little girl and the other a cat. It might be fun to play with them, however briefly, but as for a good, sustainable relationship… there was no one and breaking up one of the current couples would likely find her in a worse punishment than the chastity belt. Just thinking about that horrible device made her stomach lurch. No… there had to be another way. She’d have to ponder it at another time though.
Because, after more than thirty minutes of waiting, the door to Ari’s cell opened and out strode the master of the harem. Trailing at his feet in a slinky black cat outfit was the kitty crawling behind him. As he came to a stop near the center of the room and all eyes turned to him, she pushed her head against his calf and slowly slid her neck and shoulder around his leg in a loving show of affection. “Meow,” she called out seductively, to the assembled group as she looked at each in turn, before prancing off to her food bowl in the kitchen, head held high and haughty.
It was a clear sign that whatever had transpired between master and cat while the rest of the harem were kept waiting, that she had forgiven him. The display was obviously mostly for Emma’s benefit, who came walking into the main dorm as Ari crawled past her. In an equal display of affection, she brushed her body along the harem mistress’ leg as she passed.
“You’re back,” Emma smiled, looking down at Ari as she went by. “And I see you’ve patched things up with the kitty?”
“Yes, well,” Alex said, with an easy grin, “all it took was a little present and a heartfelt apology.”
Chloe lifted her head from her coloring book. “That’s uh great and all, but can we leave now? I want to watch TV in my room.” She was a little jealous of the attention her mommy and daddy were giving the cat, and hoped her words would draw the focus back to her. But, even she had to admit the affection might be warranted. As she spoke, her eyes were drawn to Ari’s petite frame, clad in skin tight latex. She licked her lips as the kitty swayed past and she saw her tight little pussy, still dribbling cum. The sight made her own cunny clench in desire. It seemed she had another target to seduce at another time.
Alex glanced around the room. He was suddenly a little nervous with all eyes on him. Proof, not that he needed more, of how much he wanted this proposal to go well. “Not just yet,” he said, taking a few steps further into the main dorm and coming to a stop near Emma. “I have something to say, and I want you all to hear it.”
“Another pool party?” Chloe asked, perking up excitedly.
“A sex competition?” Taylor said casually, biting her lip and glancing at Alex. As she spoke, most of those assembled noticed, she touched her pussy through her shorts and gave her mound a gentle squeeze. It spoke volumes about how far she’d fallen because she neither noticed their looks nor would she have cared if she had.
Alex took his harem mistress’ hand and, with the other, held it up to call for silence. “No, nothing like that…Well,” he looked around with a grin, “not today at any rate…” There were a couple of quiet giggles at the last remark, but the room fell into silence, and all sat up to pay attention as he turned toward Emma.
He met her gaze and, despite the onlookers and the obvious focus of attention, Emma couldn’t help but feel a little aroused by the look in his eyes. “No, I have something to say to my harem mistress, and I want you all to hear,” he continued, gently brushing her cheek as he lowered his hand.
She shifted nervously and bit her lip. Her sexy brown eyes went to the floor and, as he began to speak, lifted shyly to meet his gaze. Emma didn’t care if everyone was watching, she felt her chest tighten under his steely gray eyes, felt her tummy flutter in excitement and her pussy moisten. Idly, she wondered how far she would go to keep him in her life. Would she debase herself like Taylor? Would she transform into a little girl, a cat? Just to stay near him… In the moment, as he looked into her eyes, it was an impossible question to answer.
“Emma,” he began, still a little nervous. “I… I don’t really know where to begin.” He met her gaze and felt his chest surge with emotion. There was no doubt in his mind how he felt about this woman. He loved her. The only question was how far would he be willing to go to keep her. It was a question that had dogged him these past few days.
“I don’t really think this needs to be said…” he smiled and squeezed her hand. “…But you’re the glue that holds this place together. You’re always there when I need you and always there to support the other girls… There is no doubt, without you, that things here would be… difficult.”
Emma barely heard his words. She was so caught up in the attention. “Difficult!” she heard those words, even through the haze of affection she felt. “What!”her brain screamed in outrage. It was as if he were implying that she was complicit in raping girls. She was protecting them from a fate far worse. A look of shock and concern crossed her face, but the expressed emotion failed to reflect her inner thoughts, as Alex chose that precise moment to take a knee in front of her.
A collective gasp echoed all around the room. Margot’s hand went to her lips and she looked at Felicity in surprise and excitement. Her lover’s eyes were wide and watching the scene, unable to look away. While unbeknownst to each other, and directed at different people, both Cara and Taylor’s faces were twisted in jealousy. The others simply exclaimed in astonishment at the obvious and unexpected gesture from the master.
“Emma Charlotte Duerre Watson,” said Alex, producing a delicate gold band wreathed in diamonds and holding aloft a stone at the top whose worth would easily reach above a million dollars. “There can be no doubt in my heart that I love you. Would you marry me?” His gaze lifted from the ring, to her eyes and, for the first time, noticed that her expression might not be one of joy.
The whole room, including Alex held their breath. He had been nervous. But now, seeing the look on her face, a look the others no doubt mistook for awed joy, he was worried. Worried that she might not say yes, despite knowing that she felt something for him.
A moment passed, short, but awkward as Emma’s mind raced.
The room was dead quiet. So much so that she could only hear the sound of her own breathing and of her heart racing. She realized everyone was staring at her, awaiting a response. Her cheeks flushed red and she cast a furtive gaze around the room. Finally, she took a deep breath, realizing there was only one course if this situation was going to work out in her favor.
“Look…” she started slowly, kneeling down as she spoke to look Alex in the eye. “...I’m not saying no.” Her heart was pounding in her chest, she was so scared of how her unpredictable master might take these next words. “But…” she gently touched his cheek. “...If I’m going to say yes, we need to talk about this. It's not a decision to jump into lightly. There are a lot of variables to take into consideration.”
Alex looked down at the floor. He took a long drawn out breath. Emma was sure any second now, he was going to stand up, smack her across the face and drag her by the hair into his punishment room for a gang rape session with the gaurds.
When he looked up, his steely gray eyes were moist with tears and his face tense with anger. He placed his hand over the one she still held against his cheek. “Do you love me?” he said, his voice a strange combination of tender and caring while at the same time having a low, cruel edge of menace.
The words sent a shiver down Emma’s spine. She knew one misstep would have literal harmful effects. “Of course!” she cried, moving closer and gently kissing him on the lips.
Emma watched as his hard, unreadable gaze shifted from her, to the figure standing behind her near the entrance to the kitchen. Cara Delevingne. It took every fiber of her willpower not to turn and look at her lover. She knew Alex needed the focus to be on him. She feared what he would do to Cara if her gaze was to waver even in the slightest.
“More or less than her?” he responded, still staring daggers at the slim former British model. His voice was calm and measured, but his body was quivering in barely contained rage. The effect was terrifying.
Again, Emma had to fight not to glance behind her, though she desperately wanted to offer her lover a sorrowful look of sympathy. “Master,” she said, as tenderly as she could muster. She used her hand to turn his head so his gaze was again on her and frowned sheepishly. “I’m your prisoner,” she whispered. Tears came to her eyes and dropped to her cheeks and her voice trembled with emotion. Again, she gently kissed his lips and smiled. “I’ve grown to love you despite all the logical reasons I have to hate you. Marriage should be about equality. All I said was that your proposal was complicated and we needed to talk things through before I could agree. I assume you want an equal partner… otherwise you would just force me to marry you… right?”
Emma slowly leaned in closer, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her forehead to his. She could feel the tension in his body, a tautness that spoke of the danger in the situation. He could explode at a moment’s notice. She didn’t say anything else, just held him while he processed her words though his fury.
As she moved in and took him in a tender embrace, Alex closed his eyes. He was angry. But as she held him, he realized that of course she was right. He could force her to marry him. Take her, strap her down to the horse, rape her, and beat her into taking vows with him… But was that what he wanted? “I love you,” he whispered, as finally the tension fled his body. He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her against his chest.
That same tension that had filled the room evaporated in an instant as he pulled Emma into his arms. The hallway to the restrooms and exercise room were still open and everyone quickly decided that one of those rooms was the place to be. Cara led the way, happy to flee the nearly wrathful encounter with the master.
Taylor lingered a moment, a jealous look still on her face. Margot, as she reached the door, turned back and placed a tender hand on the diva’s shoulder. “I know you’re upset,” she whispered. “But let's give them a minute? Okay?”
Taylor could only nod in muted shock. It was clear to anyone who bothered to look that she would do anything to trade places with Emma right now. How could Emma turn down her beloved master? “Yeah, sure…” she responded quietly, rising up off the couch and following the Aussie into the exercise room. At least it would leave more room for her if Emma refused him.
Margot waited, till the sexy pop star walked by and then pulled the doors to the hallway closed behind her, giving Emma the privacy she had wanted in the first place. She wondered what would happen between them. Wondered if Em would accept the master’s proposal of marriage and what that would even look like. But most of all, she wondered how this was going to change things.
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