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Emma Watson, Lights, Camera, Stop!	By : Muhabba Category: Individual Celebrities > Emma Watson Views: 1458 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not know Emma Watson or have anything to do with her. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to share.

Story Code: M/F, Noncon

Emma Watson: Lights, Cameras, Stop!
By Muhabba

     Emma Watson was a British beauty with a great deal of acting talent and she wished to prove it. After the Harry Potter series had finished filming she had cut most of her wavy, chestnut colored hair off and began looking for more mature film roles. At eighteen she knew that her future in acting was in Hollywood and that she needed to put some distance between what she had done in Harry Potter and what she knew she could do in other movies. But what her manager had brought the slender actress had her on the verge of changing her mind.

     "Emma, with today's computers I'm surprised that you'd think you'd have to bare yourself fully to capture an audience," her manager told her as she held a movie script in his hand.

     "But... but, nudity?" Emma stammered as she flipped through the script.

     Her manager smiled warmly and reached across the desk to hold Emma's delicate hand. “Your character would be naked, yes, but not you," he said softly, trying to reassure the nervous actress.

     "I don't understand," Emma said, confused by everything her manager had been telling her. "What does that mean?"

     Emma's manger took a deep breath and tried to collect his thoughts. "The director wants you, no matter what. I told him you don't want to be nude on screen and he agreed to some camera trickery just to get you on board. It'll cost the production a bit more but the studio agreed too. Are you following me?"

     Emma nodded her head as she continued flipping through the script. She didn't want to say no but she refused to appear nude even if it trashed her big break into Hollywood. "I think so."

     Emma's manager patted her hand as he continued, "You'll be filming nude in a closed set with a skeleton crew but they will only be filming you with wide shots and close-ups of your face with a stunt double for your co-star. You will be nude for filming but for any nudity on-screen they will use a body double for you and your co-star. So why your character will be nude on screen, the nudity will be your double and non-nude shots will be you. Understand?"

     Emma put her script down and thought it over for a moment, her big, brown eyes darting back and forth. "I guess it makes sense. It'll be just like using a stunt double for the dangerous fight scenes in the Harry Potter movies, right?"

     "Exactly!" her agent exclaimed. "So, are you in?"

     Emma smiled wide and her eyes twinkled. "I'm in. Hollywood, here I come!"

     In less than two weeks Emma was naked under a short, red silk robe. Well, not completely naked, she wore a tiny flesh colored G-string that matched her skin tone so perfectly that she might as well have been naked but it made her feel more secure surrounded by the crew. She had been offered pasties to cover up her pink nipples but she had refused for two reason, she didn't want glue stuck painfully to her and since she'd be filming on her hands and knees, her dangling breasts and the camera angles should keep her nipples hidden anyway.

     The director appeared to be very concerned about her comfort and it helped to put Emma at ease. Currently he was double checking the set and equipment placement to make sure that they could operate with a minimum number of crew and could film the whole scene in as few takes as possible. From everything she saw the only crew would be the director himself, two cameramen with their cameras, the mic operator and the script supervisor who also happened to be the only other woman besides Emma. And then the director introduced her to her co-star's body double.

     Emma could see why he was a body double, he was ripped. He was about six feet tall, his sandy brown hair cut to match her co-star and from what she could tell from underneath his short robe he must have lived at the gym. His every muscle was clearly defined without being exaggerated or bulky and except for his slightly crooked nose he could have been a model.

     "Hi, I'm Tim," he said as he held out his hand.

     Tearing her eyes from Tim's body, Emma held out her delicate hand. "Hi, I'm Emma." They took several minutes to talk and get to know each other which she was thankful for. As a last courtesy, if she had any problem with the actor or just didn't feel comfortable with him for any reason they would recast but he seemed really charming. He made fun of his nose, broken as a child and never set right, for being the reason he never got into modeling. He had been a body double for years doing the more intimate scenes for male actors and had traveled the world filming. He explained the difference between a body double and a stunt double and after only a little bit of talk, a few jokes about the awkwardness of the situation and some coffee, Emma felt completely comfortable with him.

     After a few more minutes of talking to Tim, Emma finally managed to work up the nerve to ask the question she'd been dying to ask since accepting the role. "So, ah... So I've got, y'know, special underwear to, ah... wear while shooting and I was just, y'know..."

     "Wondering what I'd be wearing," Tim finished with a chuckle as Emma blushed and nodded her head. "It's called a 'Modesty Pouch'," Tim said as he reached into the pocket of the robe and pulled out a sizable, flesh colored, draw-string pouch, "It's literally just a pouch I place all my, well, you know, into and then cinch it off."

     "Wow," Emma said with wide eyes, "That's a big pouch."

     Emma and Tim locked eyes for a awkward moment before Tim diffused Emma's sideways complement of his size with a joke. "Well, I also like to keep my copy of the script in there, so..."

     They both laughed, Emma's face burning with embarrassment as the director yelled for everyone to take their places and the last of the crew left.

     Emma took a deep breath, her small breasts pushing out against the robe and making it obvious to Tim that she hadn't worn the pasties. "Well, here we go," she said, trying to hide her nervousness with a smile that did nothing to hide her awkwardness.

     Standing nervously at the side of the bed she'd be tied to, Emma took another, not very calming, breath before slowly sliding her robe off. Her small breasts were high and tight on her chest and she started rethinking the use of pasties but shook her head, it was just best to get it over with. The G-string sunk in between her plump ass-cheeks as she climbed up onto the bed, getting comfortable on her hands and knees, her ass high in the air. The script supervisor, a nice young girl named Amy, slid the cuffs onto her wrists and ankles. The cuffs were tight enough to look convincing but loose enough to be comfortable since filming could go long.

     When Amy had finished tying Emma down she sat down next to her with a spray bottle. "Tim's getting ready now. I'm going to spray you down with what's basically baby oil to simulate sweat and then place the ball-gag. Like the cuffs it's mostly for show but real enough to be convincing. The mic will be placed over Tim so we can't hear you but Tim can, so if at any time you are uncomfortable just use your safety word, blueberry waffles, and Tim will know to stop. Understand?"

     It seemed like a lot to take in at the moment but Emma thought it slowly through before nodding her head, her small breasts jiggling slightly as they dangled beneath her. "Blueberry waffles, got it," she assured Amy.

     "Right, good," Amy said as she scanned the script before looking up and behind Emma. "Here comes Tim. I'll place the ball-gag now, alright?"

     Emma nodded again, and again her petite breasts jiggled breather her. Amy placed the ball-gag in her mouth and tied it around her head. She tested her breathing and gave Amy a thumbs up to signal that everything was fine and then tried to relax. Amy left the bed and she felt the mattress shift around behind her as Tim climbed on.

     "It's Tim, Emma. Is everything o.k.?" he asked as he knelt behind Emma's pale, up-thrust ass.

     Emma turned her head back to look at Tim behind her and gave him a nod. She was far too embarrassed to look him in the eye and got a good look of the V in his lower abdomen which caused her to blush. She turned back quickly and hoped her blush didn't show up somehow while filming or that her timidness at being naked showed either.

     "Lights," the director shouted and the lights in the studio dimmed while the fake candle light brightened. "Cameras," he shouted next and the whines of the camera filled the silent room. "Everybody ready? Emma?"

     Emma gave a nod of her head and a thumbs up and began trying to find her character inside her whirring mind.

     "Action!" the director shouted.

     Both actors began rocking back and forth against each other, building up a rhythm together that would look good on camera. They had blocked off the area they were filming in to make sure neither one of them would show to much but even if there was an accident Emma knew that some careful editing would take care of it. As their thrusting became more in sync they both began grunting in faked pleasure.

     “Alright, Tim. Start feeling up Emma’s back,” the director shouted and the stand-in immediately complied.

     Tim’s hands slid easily over Emma’s graceful, naked back. The baby oil made her soft skin glisten in the simulated candle light as she rocked herself back and forth against him, her short hair swaying slightly with every thrust. His hands glided over her from her shoulders to just above her flesh colored G-string and as far as he could tell the flesh tone was perfect, she looked completely naked as he thrust himself against her firm ass. He was amazed by how little jiggle her ass had and noticed for the first time it was nearly a perfect heart shape as he ran his thumbs along the elastic of the G-string.

     “Let’s move your hands lower down her back, Tim,” the director shouted out. “And Emma, let him know if it starts to feel uncomfortable in any way,” he added.

     Both actors gave the director a thumbs up, never stopping their thrusts. There were two cameras to her side, one for her face and one for Tim, which also meant it was zeroed in on her butt. She blocked her feelings of awkwardness from her mind as best as she could and concentrated on what emotions her character would be showing on her face in this situation.

     Tim’s eyes locked onto Emma’s ass and he ran his hands over the the silky flesh. He had lost count of how many actresses he had seen in this situation before but this was Emma Watson, one of his all time favorite stars. He was close to her age sure, but he had been crushing on her since he had first seen Harry Potter and had followed everything she had done for years including her public appearances and photo-shoots. But seeing her nearly completely naked was more astounding than anything he had ever imagined. He was not only touching Emma Watson, he was fondling her nearly bare ass and getting paid for it.

     “Alright, lets move on,” the director yelled, “Tim, let’s move your hands underneath Emma. Emma, don’t forget to signal if you want to stop for any reason.”

     Emma gave the director another thumbs up but she could feel both of Tim’s hands still caressing her rear-end. He had strong hands and his fingers felt like they were kneading her butt a little rather than just caressing her. It was supposed to be rough sex so she supposed that he was just moving more into character and she redoubled her efforts to do the same, grinding her up-thrust rear-end against him as he slid his hands up her sides and underneath her chest.

     His fingers trembling, Tim reached under Emma and lightly cupped her small breasts. Her nipples were hard and scrapped against his palms as he gave her firm orbs a small squeeze and continued thrusting against her. He shivered a little in fear as he felt himself begin to harden in his pouch, afraid of what she would think of him like this, afraid that she’d think he was taking advantage of her, of the opportunity to feel himself rubbing up against her nearly naked body. And oh God how much of her body was naked. It was only a quarter of an inch of cloth covered her and it was far to much. A quarter of an inch of flesh colored material was all that kept Emma Watson from being naked in all her glory.

     "Emma, can you start grunting a bit louder please," the director said from his seat.

     Tim shivered as Emma began grunting in time to his thrust, the flesh of her ass jiggling slightly with each wet smack of his hips. His cock was swinging back and forth in his pouch, slapping up against her groin as he continued cupping her breasts. He was bent over her exquisite body, her voice ringing in his ears like a bell. His hips and lower abdomen was pressed against her slick body but it wasn't enough, he wanted to feel her pressed against him completely and it was agonizing to be so close to having it but being denied. Their movements were fully scripted and if he deviated then the director would yell cut and it would be over. Or if Emma gave the signal. If he heard the signal.

     Taking a peek at the director while trying not to move his head, Tim noticed that he was engrossed in the split screen showing the cameras all with different angles of him and Emma. Not a single one showed her face. The cameras were hoisted on trollies with each one maned by a single operator looking intently at their screens. Above him was the mic high up to keep from accidentally getting into the shot and was completely unmanned which is why the director had asked Emma to moan louder. His pelvis was hidden, Emma's ass was hidden, and both of their faces were hidden.

     Tim realized he would never get another chance like this in his entire life. All rational thought left him. Everything his mother had ever taught him about how to treat a woman left him. Everything thing that his father had ever taught him about responsibility left him. Fear of the law left him. All he could think about was the feel of Emma Watson's oiled body underneath him while she moaned in lust. His prick throbbed, now fully erect, pulling his modesty pouch forward, his bloated balls slipping out and dangling between his legs. He would never get another chance like this in his entire life.

     Angling his hips up, Tim allowed his erection to slide along Emma's barely protected pussy. Without the pouch or her throng he would have been gliding along her clit and she would have loved him for it. She looked over her gleaming shoulder at her, confusion filling her eyes as he allowed the friction of their bodies to pull the pouch off of him. The pouch fell, freeing him to slide his prick over her groin, nudging her thong to the side until the tip of his prick managed to work it's way inside.

     Emma's eyes shot open in shock as she realized what was happening, Tim's cock was nudging against her vagina. She didn't even think about whether it was an accident or not, she simply started mumbling her safety word around the ball-gag in her mouth. When Tim didn't stop she mumbled it again. And then again. But nothing happened so she tried once again, enunciating as well as she could. But he didn't stop and as she looked into his eyes she could see the lust glowing in them, the animalistic heat. He was going to fuck her. Right here. Right now. He was going to rape her in the middle of a room filled with people. On camera. And she was chained to the bed, completely helpless, unable to stop him, and unable to call for help.

     The look of fear and resignation in Emma's eyes had Tim as hard as steel. His aching prick was covered in the baby oil from Emma's body and he grunted in desperation as he sought out the entrance to her pussy. She struggled against him but it was hopeless, she was chained and he was free. And nobody would help her since it was all in the script. Unable to use his hands or else give himself away, the throbbing tip of his dick finally managed to nudge against Emma's slick labia, parting her delicate pussy lips. Her eyes opened wider in fear as his cock finally managed to slip into her vulnerable pussy.

     Unable to stop his thrusting movements without arousing suspicion, Tim was thankful for the baby oil. His cock parted Emma's tight pussy walls effortlessly, sliding deep inside of her body in one go. It was an odd sensation being able to slip inside of her so easily despite the tightness of her cunt, almost like sliding into an oiled fist but so much better. She squeaked at the violation from around her ball-gag as his cum filled balls slapped wetly against her sticky pussy lips and it was the greatest sound he had ever heard. He slid his hands up from under her body to grip her slender hips tightly, holding her still as he fucked her hard and deep, just like the script said.

     Emma began grunting with every thrust of Tim's hard dick inside of her vulnerable body. She was rocked back and forth roughly, the ball-gag limiting her breath, keeping her from being heard by anyone in the crew as she was violated again and again. Her small breasts jiggled wildly beneath it her, her ass jerking back and forth against her co-star's hips as he pushed into her again and again. Her eyes were wide and full of tears as she was mercilessly fucked in the middle of the room, her eyes locked onto her rapist as he roughly used her. She turned her beautiful, tear streaked face to the crew, the camera men, the script supervisor, the director but they were all oblivious to what was happening just a few feet from them. She was alone in a room filled with people.

     Tim angled his cock down, his sensitive tip gliding along Emma's G-spot with every push and shove, drawing lustful moans from her unwilling body. His hands slid over the soft, warm, slick flesh of her ass as he slipped his thumbs between her firm cheeks. She squealed around her ball-gag as he probed her puckered asshole, pushing one thumb in easily thanks to the baby oil before pulling it back in as he pushed his other thumb in. His thumbs went back and forth, one in and the other out, over and over again as he continued fucking her. His throbbing prick probed deep inside of her heavenly cunt, shoving her forwards as her body gripped him like a vice and he threw his head back and groaned in pleasure.

     "Try not to move your upper body, Tim," the director said, "We don't want to have any unscripted movements we'd have to edit."

     Tim gave a thumbs up with a wild grin that everybody missed except for Emma. She stared at him in disbelief as tears ran down her face, her eyes locked on him, afraid to blink, to miss a moment to wake up and find out that this was all simply a nightmare. How could people not know what was happening to her as her co-star violated her right in front of them. His ridged cock stroked violently inside of her, in and out again and again and a sob escaped from around her ball-gag as simple biology began to take over.

     Emma stared up into the darkness of the sound stage, praying for this to end. She could feel an orgasm building up inside of her violated body, her slender thighs quivering as she tried to draw in a big enough breath around the ball-gag to scream but all she could do was mewl pitifully as she was viciously fucked. The baby oil let Tim in almost effortlessly, painlessly, easily and her body was responding. She began unconsciously shoving herself back, her traitorous body craving the feel of her co-star's cock pushing deep inside of her. She couldn't help herself and barely realized it was happening, her mind blank except for the need to cum.

     The director looked up at his screen, studying his actors before looking back down at the script in Alice's lap. "Right, Tim, can you reach underneath Emma again? I want to get a few more shots for the editing room," he called out without looking up.

     With a crazed grin, Tim gave a thumbs-up before removing his other thumb from Emma's tight ass and leaning over her warm, soft body. He slid his hands under her slender chest, cupping her small breasts, squeezing them softly and rubbing his slick palms over her hard nipples. He could hear her grunting as he continued fucking her hard and deep, her tight pussy rippling around his thrusting shaft and knew she was about to cum. He was about to get Emma fucking Watson off and elation filled him with the pride of a job well done. In his frenzied mind the fact that Emma was about to experience an orgasm thanks to him made what he was doing to her seem not so bad. It seemed to justify him really, almost like he was doing her a favor.

     Emma's fingers and toes began curling as her orgasm began to crest. Her slender thighs and arms shook as she moaned out around the gag in her mouth. A small bit of drool escaped past her lips as her eyes rolled back in her head and the lids began to flutter. Her abused pussy squeezed down on Tim's invading cock as she finally came, her slick juices covering her rapist's swinging balls. Her entire body shivered as her orgasm tore through her like a runaway train with fireworks exploding behind her eyes. And as she came all she could do was wonder how this could be happening to her, raped in a crowd.

     Tim could feel Emma's oil slick body tightening up, her cunt gripping his shaft harder as he thrust into her faster and harder. He could feel his own orgasm rising up, his cum boiling in his balls as they slapped wetly against the small British girl's sticky pussy-lips. He squeezed her small tits harder as his hips slapped wetly against her glistening ass and he realized he had found Heaven inside Emma's cunt.

     Emma's eyes rolled back in her head, her eyes fluttering, her delicate hands clutching the sheets, her toes curling, her thighs twitching, and her hard nipples sizzling against Tim's hateful hands as she came. Her cunt gushed out, her juices dripping out from between Tim's groin and the seal where his cock was sealed pummeling away inside of her. Fireworks exploded behind her eyes, her entire body seizing, her cum sliding down the insides of her thighs, soaking into the sheets of the fake bed.

     Amy looked from the split-screen monitor to her script and back again before looking to the actors, down to her script, and back to the monitor. There was something off. Something she just couldn't put her finger on. She chewed the end of her pen as her eyes darted around from screen to script to actors and back again over and over.

     As Tim felt Emma cum thanks to him, he groaned in pleasure as her wonderful cunt gripped his shaft and rippled around the length of him. He could feel her shuddering in unwanted pleasure, a slave to her own body, and felt himself about to release. He buried himself as deeply as he could in her wonderful body, balls boiling over as he squeezed her small, firm, wonderful tits and held himself against her oiled, wonderful heart shaped ass. Just as he began to cum he was knocked to the side, his dick sliding roughly out of Emma's spasming pussy, his thick, white load arcing through the air to splash against her lower back and the sheets. He couldn't move as he was dragged forcefully off the bed, his eyes glazed over and falling on Amy. He had been so caught up in actually getting to fuck Emma Watson that he hadn't even heard the script supervisor call for security.

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     "...and that is when you tackled the defendant, Ms. Thompson?" the prosecutor asked.

     "Yes it is," Amy said as she stared hatefully at her former friend as Tim sat with his public defender across the court room from her. She was the last of the witnesses and as she stepped down she glared at Tim as she was escorted out.

     The case of The People vs. Tim Stepper was over pretty quickly since he had committed his crime while knowingly being film. The jury deliberated for only ten minutes before delivering the verdict and the judge thanked them for performing their civic duty.

     The judge looked from the jury to the defendant. "Is there anything you want to add, Mr. Stepper?" he asked.

     Tim and everybody in the court room were standing to hear the jury's decision and he looked down at his feet as he contemplated exactly what the judge had asked him. He had raped Emma Watson in full view of several people while being filmed which had left him with practically no defense. Security had kicked his ass before the police showed up and they didn't treat him much better He would be in prison for the next 20 years, maximum security, before he would even be considered for parole. If he was let out after two decades he would have to be a registered sex offender and would never be able to work in the film industry, in any capacity, ever again. He had lost all of his friends, his family had disowned him, and he was sure he would never hear from any of them ever again. He took a final look at the handcuffs on his wrists before looking up at the judge with a wide smile on his face. "Totally worth it."

The End.
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