by Writing Shark
Your starlets get to know your world
It’s like she’s waking up from a bad dream. Emma Watson moans and holds her forehead. How much did she drink last night? Did she drink at all last night? A hangover is actually not typical for her, she has too much control over herself. Or was there something else? She vaguely remembers flashes… flashes from a camera? Yes, there was… A woman… and… Why can’t she remember? She stands up worried.
“What… Oh no…” She’s not at home but… Now she remembers the photo studio. “But why…”
“Finally woken up?” Emma knows the voice but doesn’t remember the face. A fat black woman stands over her, an ugly grin on her round face, a camera in her hand.
“O… Octa… Octavia?” It slowly dawns on Emma. Then the woman raises her camera and the flash brings back some memories. Her frightened shrieks fill the room.
Emma is naked. Her small breasts, which she is somewhat ashamed of, are exposed to the air.
“Lower your hands,” the woman barks sternly, and out of some deep-rooted reflex, Emma instinctively obeys. “Exactly. So it is good. Good little girl.” The smile changes as her face disappears behind the camera and Octavia comes closer to her. “Now put your fingers in your pussy.”
“What? No!” Emma pulls her knees to her body and the blanket over her but the black woman is stronger than her. Everyone is stronger than her. Also… “Damian!”
“He can’t help you now,” the woman grins and tugs at Emma’s protection. “He wouldn’t even help you.” And Emma remembers it again. It was Damian! He and Octavia…
“You raped me,” Emma breathes. “Help! HELP! HelAH!” The woman’s hand on her cheek makes a loud noise.
“Shut up, you stupid white bitch!” barks the woman and Emma is too shocked. Immediately she sits naked on the couch in the studio. “Exactly,” Octavia sneers. “You are his now. And right now, you’re mine.”
“No…” Emma shakes her head.
“Yes.” More photos. “Do you feel it yet? It’s been long enough.” And there is actually something there. Her vagina… Emma lowers her gaze.
“What…”
“He does that to every feminist whore who thinks she is better than others. Soon you will no longer need the aphrodisiac and he will switch you to other drugs.”
“Aphro… No! My God!”
“Not only that. Look at yourself.” Emma sees the writing on her body and starts to cry.
And then she feels her fingers inside her, as if they had a mind of their own.
“What is happening to me?” the girl sobs.
“What happens to anyone who opposes Damian Stratton. Yes. Fuck yourself deeper. Harder!” Emma desperately obeys. Your loins burn. But there is something else. “Your desire is increased until you are stupid. You can keep this under control with obedience. Fuck whoever he wants, or fuck anyone else, but in the end, you need the other.” Octavia snaps more pictures of the crying girl masturbating. “Because only he can give that to you.” And Emma feels it. As she spreads her legs for the black photographer and pumps her fingers into herself, she feels a different desire within her. “It will grow,” explains the woman who puts her camera aside and takes off her long silk dressing gown. “And only he can give it to you.”
“You got me addicted? My God. You’ve got me addicted.” Emma can’t believe it.
“So do what Damian tells you. Then everything will be fine.” Octavia puts her fingers under Emma’s chin while the girl fingers herself wildly and desperately. “And now he wants you to stick your face in my pussy.”
And Emma obeys.
Across town, Hailee Steinfeld and Anna Kendrick sneak out of a rich client’s house, barefoot, with disheveled hair and ruined makeup, half-dressed. He even gave the girls a few hundred dollars, but for the young women, it was just a reminder that they were hookers without Damian Startton’s support. Anna quickly unlocks the car the two of them came in the evening before.
“Give it to me,” she says and grabs Hailee’s share.
“Hey,” she protests and wants to reach for her money, but Anna hits her sore chest, which still has her teeth marks on it.
“This is for Damian,” she says in a thick voice and hands Hailee only two bills. “Your share.”
“I was abused all night while you just sat chained on the sybian,” Hailee snaps. “What should I buy with two hundred dollars?” But Anna just strikes again.
“This is not your life Hailee,” she says urgently. “Remember why you’re doing it!” Maybe she’s just too tired or too broken but Hailee remembers.
“I want to be a movie star,” she murmurs and shakes her head. “After just two days?”
“I feel exactly the same,” Anna admits and drives off. “Damian is powerful, don’t forget that. Do what he tells you and just remember what your goal is. Don’t think about anything else, then you will obey him as he wants. But don’t lose yourself. Do you know Riley Ried? She also had big plans, but forgot what she wanted.” Anna lowers her head. “Mister Stratton always gets what he wants. No matter what we do, he gets his money.” Hailee nods.
“I understand. Don’t think, just the goal in your head. And obey Damian Stratton.” Anna nods.
“Clean up at home. In four hours I have to give a sheik a live show in Dubai and I promised him that I would fuck a girlfriend in the ass with a strap-on.
“Mom! I’m home!” But her mother doesn’t greet Elle Fanning at the door. Luckily, she can’t see her daughter’s happy, adult smile. But ‘Mom’ is just a nickname for her. Her real parents live together, happy and powerful in a luxurious house. Where is her mother? Maybe job hunting with Dakota? An evil grin spreads across her face as she heads into her room.
“Have fun getting roles big sister,” she grins evilly, an emotion that Damian, Daddy, has cultivated in her and she is proud of. “From now on I’m the star in this house.” She lies down on her small bed and stares at the ceiling, then rolls over.
‘I miss you already Daddy,’ she writes. ‘And Mommy too.’ But of course, she doesn’t get an answer. That’s okay, her daddy is busy and Elle is thinking about him. Again she gets all wet and ticklish between her young legs. ‘I miss you soooo much,’ she writes, spreads her legs and photographs herself from the stomach down. ‘I want to touch myself for you.’ And she does. Elle caresses her legs, her soft, clean skin and thinks of Damian, Daddy, and what he is doing to her.
The thought makes her head all fuzzy, she likes the feeling, doesn’t think about anything and has images of Daddy Damian and Mommy Olivia in her head.
‘Can I come, Daddy?’ she writes. She’s a good girl and doesn’t do anything she’s not allowed to do. ‘Please, Daddy! I was so good for you. Please reward me, Daddy.’ But her Daddy doesn’t answer and Elle is good and knows that she isn’t allowed to come then. She strokes herself faster, touching herself down there. She is so new in this world, wants to explore herself, but knows that your word comes above everything. And her Daddy hears her.
‘Come for me, my darling’
“Daddy! Yes, Daddy! I’m coming for you! I’m coming Daddy!” Her legs tremble and press together as her fingers slide over the nub between her pussy lips like she saw Mommy do. It’s such a beautiful feeling. “Thank you Daddy.” She writes him her thanks, along with a picture of her wet, red hole and her exhausted smiling face.
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