Category: The Starmaker

by Writing Shark

A romantic family dinner

And again you eat outside. This is normal for someone with your lifestyle, even if you like it when one of Olivia’s sluts cooks dinner. But this early evening is also all about work. Luckily, you are someone whose work is pleasure.

“Damian!” Young Elle comes flying into your arms like a whirlwind. You grab her and spin her around, her happy laughter in your ears. “It’s so good to see you again,” says the girl as you put her on her feet. Then she hugs you right back while you pat her back in a fatherly manner. There is no trace of her mother, which surprises you. Helicopter parents are usually always nearby.

“Hello Little One. Where is your mom?”

“She still had something to do,” the girl replies. “At first she wanted to cancel the meeting but I told her I could do it on my own.” She is almost bursting with pride.

And did she believe you?

“It’s nice that your mother believes you.” But Elle makes a pout.

“No. She has a new girlfriend, I think. She told me about her. She met her at yoga.” You blink.

Yoga? Okay… Whatever Sydney was thinking.

The fact that Sydney Sweeny is already on the heels of her prey doesn’t change your plan. Either way, you would have introduced Elle into the family today. The fact that her mother is so weak is just a bonus. Elle hugs you again, then you drag her into the fancy restaurant.

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“Wow…” the young girl marvels and looks around. “It’s all so… expensive…” You have to laugh.

“You better get used to it. This is your life now.” Elle smiles at you with so much love that it almost blows you away, then her eyes fall on the file in your hands and your conspiratorial smile. “Let’s sit down.”

Elle Fanning is smart for her age, you like that. You also like that she submits to you immediately when you say something. A clever little girl. And a good conversation partner. Normally girls talk nonstop nonsense and then expect to be involved in problems that a man would have solved in ten minutes, but Elle has an upscale, polite, matter-of-fact conversation and is really pleasant. You can’t wait to fuck her again. But the group isn’t quite perfect yet.

“Wow…” the girl says again as your girlfriend comes across the room towards you. Elle looks nervously at both of you as you stand up and help Olivia sit down.

“Hello,” your girlfriend greets Elle and holds out her hand.

“Olivia, this is Elle Fanning.” The two shake hands and exchange smiles.

“Of course, I know who you are. Thank you for taking the time for me,” Elle says politely without sounding like a groupie. You like that, especially in contrast to the last girl. Leeroy has informed you that she insisted on meeting him again and you’re sure to see her in some porno flicks soon, judged by the words of your troubleshooter.

“And you’re Elle. Damian told me a lot about you.” Most of it last evening. Olivia knows the body of the girl in front of her almost as well as you do.

You stand back and let the two women get to know each other. That’s how you do it with horses. With domestic pigs too. You’d better plan the evening, as you have two goals today.

The fact that Elle will be yours from today is as certain as tomorrow’s sunrise. That’s why you brought in Olivia. As for her…

“Elle will be working with me a lot from now on,” you tell Olivia, news she already knows. She rests her face in her hands and listens to you intently, Elle watches her in awe. “She is smart and beautiful and will go far here. We have to take care of her.”

“I see it that way too,” Olivia agrees. “She’s too fragile for Hollywood. You’re going to need our help, honey.” Elle smiles happily.

“Thanks. To both of you. I already told Mr. Stratton…”

“Come on Elle,” Olivia laughs. “I know that he is like a father to you. How do you think I felt at the beginning?” she laughs. “You’re welcome to call him by his name, even in my presence.” With red cheeks, Elle pushes her hair back and smiles sheepishly.

“Thanks. Damian. And Miss…”

“Olivia. Please.”

“Thank you, Olivia.” Your girlfriend leans over and pats Elle on the arm.

“In the beginning, Damian was also my daddy to me.” The young girl almost chokes on her non-alcoholic drink and you giggle. Olivia looks confused but plays the girl right into your arms. “What? Are you embarrassed by that? You don’t need to be.” Elle blushes even more.

“Her parents…” you begin. “Her mother is very strict and her father…”

“Yes,” Elle finishes the sentence and looks at you, then at Olivia. “He really is like a father.”

“Like a…” Olivia winks at her new friend.

“Like a…” What makes Elle so special is her cute naivety. Without you, she wouldn’t last a day in Hollywood and after a week on the strip, she’d be living in a tent being fucked by homeless man. You’re helping the little thing. Really. “Like a daddy.” Olivia opens her mouth but Elle is faster. “Like my daddy.”

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The two girls’ laughter is almost contagious and you can’t help but grin with satisfaction. Olivia makes your seduction skills look ridiculously clumsy as she sneaks into Elle’s heart like a stalker in the night and as the two of them sit giggling and chuckling over Elle’s file and discuss the possible positions open to her, you congratulate yourself to have satisfied Olivia’s dark side yesterday. Today a used, unhappy girl lives in this town, a porn career ahead, so that Elle Fanning can have a second person in her life.

“This would really be something for you,” Olivia laughs loudly and then holds the folder out to you. “What do you think darling?”

“A princess would be perfect for me,” laughs Elle. You know the director and producer of the film, it will be easy to sell Elle to them.

“I put the folder together,” you mumble with mock frustration. Actually it was Amy while you were cumming all over her naked, red ass cheeks. “I’ll ask.”

“Please make it happen, Daddy,” Elle begs, not caring about the looks. You can’t fuck her here, the place is too public. But the night is still young and Olivia isn’t finished yet.

“Yes darling, make it happen.”

“I’ll do my best,” you promise, but that’s not enough.

“We know you will do anything for your little angel.” Olivia gently strokes your hand. “Come on Elle. Touch your daddy.” Giggling, Elle follows Olivia’s footsteps.

“Okay then,” you mumble and take Elle’s hand. “I promise.” She squeaks like a guinea pig again. “With my influence and Olivia’s, this will work.”

“Thanks, Daddy! Thanks!! Thanks! Thank you!” Elle bounces up and down in her seat.

“Thank Olivia too.” Since the two of them are sitting next to each other, they can hug deeply and you can see the flicker in her glittering facade as Olivia looks at you over her shoulder. You nod discreetly at her and sip your drink.

“I know my boyfriend,” she said to the girl. “When your Daddy promises something, he keeps it.”

“And what he says happens,” Elle agrees. Then she looks at Olivia who is stroking her hand. Sensual. Tender. Lovingly. Elle blushes again.

“I like you, Elle,” Olivia whispers. “And I think it’s hot that you see my boyfriend as your daddy. I know you two already fucked. It’s okay for me.” Elle looks down.

“I haven’t had a daddy in a long time,” she murmurs.

“And your mother?”

“She’s… you know…” Olivia looks at you, then at Elle.

“I can be your mother if you want,” she suggests. Elle looks at you.

“It would fit,” you say to the young, impressionable girl. “Shall we be your parents?”

by Writing Shark

You fuck Emma Watson

As the day progresses, so does Emma’s desire. She’s already so far gone that she’s probably forgotten what happened so far, but she’s clinging to your body and touching you with the devotion and skill of a stupid wallflower while you take her to the small shower in the photo studio.

“Let me… I need… I want…” She can barely get a coherent sentence out as you try not to notice the sweat and urine. You push her roughly into the shower, but Emma doesn’t manage to understand what you want from her and instead just keeps fingering herself while you, a little annoyed, spray her body with cold water.

“You’re a little slut,” you grin at her and let the stream of water wander.

“Yes!” she screams, her brain so open with lust that the contents spread across the room via her tongue and you can fill her with new knowledge. You’ve done this many times and know how it works. And the best way is to replace the mindset of a young feminist with a hard cock in her pussy.

“Come here.” You stand threateningly over the cold, wet body and unbutton your pants. She fixates on you with dull eyes, then her greedy gaze moves to your cock.

“Yes…” She quickly but clumsily crawls across the tiled floor of the small shower and wets your pants in the process. An evil grin graces your face as you press your palm onto her face and push her back.

“Beg for it slut.” She has fallen deeply and Emma throws herself even deeper into the abyss. She’s a different person and your cock will cement that being, right next to the good feminist.

“Oh please please give it to me please I want it so bad I want it I need it please give it to me pleahurrrrrgh…” Little Emma is not used to your cock and you wonder if you are the first to use her. But it doesn’t matter. Emma has a mouth and your cock feels at home in her opening as you grab the back of her head and fuck her mercilessly. You fuck her quickly, hard and brutally, your cock screams for conquest and destruction and the neurons in your brain fire off hard signals. You take what you want and the drug-fueled side of Emma, the willing little whore, moans and gags and ignores the signs from her inexperienced body that you’re being too brutal to her.

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this for so long, you stupid little thing,” you growl, feeling her hair on your fingers. You ram yourself into her with a hard thrust, then throw her to the ground again. Coughing and choking, Emma gasps like a wet cat trying to throw up a ball of fur but all she can get is a little vomit coming out of her mouth. “Shit! I wanted to kiss you like a princess,” you grin. Emma turns around on her battered knees and opens her mouth wide.

“More!” she gasps, sticking out her tongue. But a girl won’t tell you what to do and your well-aimed slap sends her spinning and falling onto her side. Immediately you are between her legs, spreading them and pulling her ass cheeks apart until the skin turns white under your hands. “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard and dirty! Fuck me deep and…” Her scream mixes with your loud moans as you take her ass.

“Fucking nasty trash whore” you growl again, enjoying how her tight asshole gets even tighter at the insult. “Enjoy being tamed, you stupid cunt.”

“Yes! Fuck yes! Stupid cunt! Enjoy it! Fuck you fuck me so deep! Keep fucking me! More!”

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Roughly and quickly you dry the water from her body that her heat hasn’t yet allowed to evaporate. Then you pull out a marker.

“Let’s announce your new philosophy to the world.” Emma nods like a madwoman.

“And then you fuck me again.”

It takes almost an hour in which you forbid her to come and Emma is almost crazy with lust when, after thinking for a long time, you finish the last words on her hip.

‘5 Dollar Whore’ is written on her sternum.

‘Whore’ across her mouth.

‘Dick Handlers’ on their forearms with arrows to their hands.

‘Empty Space’ on her forehead.

‘Hurt me’ over her breasts and ‘Pull here’ on her nipples with little arrows.

‘Insert Cock’ adorns her Venus mound and of course ‘Anal Whore’ on her butt, the O also above her opening. Admittedly, you didn’t have to think about it for that long, it was more about torturing her. Then some ridiculously low prices all over her body. (As if you were underselling her). But little Emma can’t get upset about that. She wants to be fucked too much and her body is already wet and ugly again from sweat.

Her pussy is surprisingly tight even after she has her fist in it, so you’ll have no trouble getting comfortable inside her and bombarding her head with new ideas.

“That’s good Emma Whore. That’s why you’re in this world. Fucking is good for you.”

“Yes! Fucking is so good! Finally! I’m getting fucked! Thank you for fucking me!” Her body slowly loses strength and hangs weakly in your arms but her juices run in torrents from her mouth and her cunt. At some point she just babbles nonsense and you shove a ball gag into her mouth so you can destroy her undisturbed.

You take your time, have fun with her for several hours. Eventually she becomes sleepy as the drugs have turned every bit of energy into sexual madness, her sweet little eyes drooping shut and her body lying limp in your hands. You push yourself into her ass once more, covered in her pussy juices, then it’s her mouth’s turn.

Her tongue is limp and tired, but keeps you hard enough that you can enjoy shooting your load into her face. Then only your gasps can be heard in the room as you stand over the naked girl and look at her.

The sex was good, even if it wasn’t Emma Watson who you fucked in all holes and humiliated. It was someone else, a person Emma has yet to name. But that person is inside her now, created by the drugs, brought to life by your cock and shaped by your words. This person is dirty, depraved, ready for anything and only has fucking on her mind. Nothing but that has room in this person and she exists solely to make cocks hard and pussies wet.

“Sleep well, dear Emma,” you whisper, picking her up and placing her on a shabby couch at the edge of the room. You cover her almost tenderly and push her hair out of her face. “Tomorrow you will wake up and not remember anything.” You grin. “That can’t be happening.” Two photos will be enough, one with her fist in her pussy, the other with your cock in her face. Both times she smiles.

She will remember this evening. Remember you. And what she did. Of her free will. Of course she will understand that you manipulated her but that doesn’t matter. In the end, all that matters is that she belongs to you and knows it. The drugs will ensure her loyalty and the lust will guide her on the past you want her to be on. You pull out your cell phone.

“Lyndsy?”

“Hello Mister Stratton. Did everything go well?”

“Yes, everything exactly as I planned… Has Hailee contacted you?”

“No Sir.”

“Doesn’t matter. Is my other appointment scheduled?”

“Yes, Sir. We… None of us would stand you up.”

“And Olivia?” you ignore her.

“Is also ready and sends best regards.”

“Good girl. Are you alone?” A short pause.

“No Sir. My fiance…”

“No worries. Just send me a pussy picture.” Another pause.

“Yes Sir.” Then the line goes dead.

by Writing Shark

A photoshoot with Emma

Naked, needy, dumb and docile, Emma lounges on stage. She’s more of an addicted dairy cow than a feminist and now does everything you or Octavia tell her. You would have managed to subdue her without drugs, but the simple tour is sometimes fun and you don’t have the time to free every stupid girl from the plague of feminism. No, this method is quicker and more pleasant for you and also for Emma, who is currently leaning on a chair and smiling drunkenly at Octavia.

“Now shake your ass little whore.”

“I’m not a… whore…” Emma giggles as she shakes her ass. It’s tight and beautiful and soon you’ll be fucking it.

“Whores take money from men. That’s what strong women do,” you say, almost bored.

“Oh yeah… okay…” She’s getting dumber by the minute, although you didn’t start off on a high note.

“Octavia, are you ready soon?” The woman lowers the camera, Emma doesn’t even notice and continues to do poses that have been burned into her brain.

“I want to fuck her Damian,” says the black woman with anger in her voice but you shake your head.

“We didn’t agree on that,” you say.

“Oh you want to protect me” Emma giggles but is ignored.

“But I want…” Your look silences her.

“When I have domesticated her,” you finally say. Octavia already has enough incriminating photos to rub her black pussy at home until it leaks. But you don’t want to put a strain on your business relationship. After all, the slave trade only worked because the Agojie in Africa captured their slaves for the Western world. “In the meantime… Hey Emma?”

“Yes…”

“That’s good,” you grin. Finally the girl has started to openly finger herself on stage. Octavia licks her lips greedily as you both watch the girl. “What is your dirtiest sexual fantasy?” The young thing doesn’t even stop stroking her clit.

“Fisting,” she says without thinking. “This is disgusting and degrading.” She giggles again.

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“Keep going… yes… continue…” Now it really sounds like a porno while Octavia is photographing Emma. The girl is trying hard to stick her fingers into her pussy, her legs spread wide and a puddle is forming on the wooden chair she’s sitting on and on the floor below.

“I… can’t…” Emma moans strained, four fingers inside her up to her knuckles. Helpful as you are, you stand up, your massive erection clearly visible in your pants.

“Wait…” Then you hear a scream, first painful, then lustful, as you grab her hand and show her the best way to humiliate herself.

“Oh Goddess… Oh Goddess…”

“Say something dirty Emma. You are strong and determined.”

“Oh…okay…ha…” The back of her hand disappears into her. “Fuck! Fukingshitfuck you son of a bitch!”

“Exactly like that,” you laugh and step back, giving Octavia time and space to humiliate the girl enough. For Emma it’s all just a game, she doesn’t even see the camera as her hand squeezes her juices from her cunt. The drugs cloud her brain, make her willing and her pussy so wet that it squelches. And they are addictive. You specifically ordered this. But now all that matters to Emma is that she comes and Octavia captures the pumping movements of her hand with several close-ups.

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“Do it like this,” you say a bit later and help Emma out of the chair. Her hand still in her, she grimaces.

“This is so embarrassing,” she murmurs, looking at you for help.

“But you like it.”

“Mmmmmmhhh…. Yes…”

“Now you see it. Lie down.”

You present Emma leaning against the wall, her weight supported on her shoulders, legs stretched up and spread. A strand of her juice runs down her stomach and pools in her navel as you pull your hand out of her cunt. She cries out with pleasure, then without hesitation, she begins to rub herself wildly.

“I’m coming,” she moans in a shaky voice and rubs her pussy wildly and hard. “Fucking shitting fuck I’m coming!”

Octavia captures the actually shy girl’s orgasm in all its glory. Emma squirts her juices in a high arc onto the stage and her body, screaming and presenting her pussy and her red face, wet with drool and girl cum, to the camera. Then she wants to lie down but you hold her in position.

“You’re doing well sweetie,” you say and pat her wet thighs.

“Don’t call me… that…” she gasps as her stomach rises and falls. You roll your eyes.

“A strong woman shouldn’t care about what men call her, right?” Emma shakes her head and wants to finger herself again but you hold her hand tightly. “And strong women stand for freedom, right?” Emma nods.

“What freedom?” she asks, childishly looking op to you.

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“Oh God… Oh my God… Oh God…” Then she visibly relaxes, taking a deep breath as she spreads her legs high in the air. “God is a man and I serve him!” Her voice screams into the photo studio. Then she strains and soon the yellow beam shoots up into the air between her legs. Emma squeals and squeaks strainedly then winces as her piss cascades down her body, wetting her under Octavia’s watchful lens.

It’s unbelievable but then again you’ve seen the results of your drugs before. Hollywood is full of feminists. While Emma pisses herself, you stand next to Octavia and watch her fidgety and wildly taking photos.

“Yes, you little whore,” she insults the young starlet. “Piss off you stupid fucking piece of shit! I hate you!”

“What…” The beam slowly fades away.

“Be nice to Octavia,” you say, crossing your arms. “And thank her for taking your picture.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Emma murmurs, sliding down in her sea of piss, her hair wet and disheveled.

“I hate you!” Octavia hisses. “You stupid skinny beautiful cunts! Fuck you, you piece of shit! You should all be raped!”

“Okay…” Emma murmurs, hazy from the drugs. Then she looks at Octavia. “Should I do it again… But then I need something to drink…”

“The photos turned out good,” you say, reaching next to you. “Here. Hold this up and we’re done.” You hand Emma a large white sign.

“What should I do with this?” she asks and doesn’t think of reading the sign.

“Spread your legs, hold your pussy open with one hand and the shield under your tits with the other,” you say.

“Do you like my titties?” she asks again and you just nod. “Yay! My titties are so small and…”

“Just hold up the sign.”

“Okay!”

“One last photo, Octavia,” you say, handing her a big wad of bills. “Then she’s mine.” Octavia looks at you with wild eyes, a dangerous beast just tamed enough to be controlled. Women are capable of so much hate when their beauty fades.

What is written on the sign is not important to you. Octavia wrote the text. The main thing is that it is humiliating and will end Emma’s career once they get out. The young girl proudly holds up the sign that allows anyone to rape her and that includes her address and phone number. Plus a few pieces of evidence from her private life like her social security number and her driver’s license so that everyone knows it’s real and the matter is over.

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You say goodbye to Octavia with a friendly handshake, enough masturbation material for the next few weeks and a poorly satisfied hate for cheeky girls, then you are alone with Emma.

by Writing Shark

You drug Emma

“Good morning Miss Watson.” I’m going to fuck your brains out until you see stars you little bitch.

The day has just started and you don’t like getting up early. But it’s important to show this spoilt little bitch her place. And you finally want to fuck her. You’ve never had to wait longer than a week for pussy and you’ve decided on your most tried and tested method with this crazy feminist. Brute force.

Her hand is delicate and feminine in yours and she smiles businesslike while you show her the photo studio. Today you have a cover shoot for a medium-sized women’s magazine and you’re using the small photo studio you’ve rented out in the city. How many crazy models you’ve already fucked here… Women in the fashion industry are all crazy.

“It’s important to me that the photos look classic and yet sexy,” the young aspiring actress insists with annoying self-confidence. You just nod and turn the female photographer towards her.

What Emma should realize as a feminist, but like all feminists don’t, is, that women do much worse things to women than men do. Men are only interested in sex, women want to destroy. And so is Octavia, the corpulent photographer on your payroll, who has an even greater hatred of pretty women and girls than you could ever muster. But Emma still asks you to step back to give the artist some space.

“We’ll call the men if we need anything from them,” Octavia grins and banishes you to a chair and a table a little way off. From there you can skip the boring part of the shoot where Emma isn’t naked and humiliated and watch the porn videos your interns and Olivia send you on your mobile phone.

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Things only get interesting when Octavia suggests a break and gives you a sign. Like a gentleman, you hand Emma a glass of water.

“There’s no vodka in it, is there?” she enquires skeptically.

“Miss Watson, what do you think of me?” you ask, shocked. “We work together. Alcohol has no place here.” She looks at you skeptically, you already know the staring contest, then she nods.

“Girls have to be careful in this world,” she says, not sounding apologetic. “I thought you knew that.”

“Ahmen,” says Octavia.

“That’s true,” you say, watching Emma drink. “But you should still be a bit more lenient.”

“More lenient? Why?”

“Because there are certain rules in this business that we all have to abide by.”

“Rules that men have set?” Your plan is working. You stick to your rules. There’s no vodka in the glass. But there is a strong horse stimulant mixed with Rohypnol and various tranquillizers. You never have contact with your chemist, but you do have Scarlett, who you often lend him for a few days. Sex for drugs, simple as that. In Emma’s glass floats your own little mixture for the really hard cases and you have to sit down again so that Emma doesn’t see your massive boner. “Women have been working under Hollywood rules for too long” she snorts. Then she sees your gaze, neutral and hard. In your head, you’re already imagining her naked and Emma hands you an olive branch. “I look forward to working with you to rectify this shortcoming.” Too little. Too late. Her fate is sealed. You look at Octavia, who is not as strong as you and cannot hide her hatred for the younger, prettier girl.

“Shall we continue sweety?” she asks. You grin, you know what would happen if you called Emma that. Fucking double standards. Emma drains her glass and nods eagerly.

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“Exactly like that. That’s good. Go on. Turn around. Show me.” It sounds like you’re fucking someone and actually these shoots are exactly the same. Feminists everywhere contradict each other when they praise these shoots on the one hand, because it shows women in superior positions and illustrates the role of women in the modern world, and on the other hand, they hate it because it objectifies women as sex objects. You see it more simply. The only thing women can market in society is their beauty and you respect women like Olivia for knowing that. Girls like Emma too often think they have another value, that they work just as hard in their air-conditioned offices as construction workers or firefighters. You’ve only seen male construction workers on your way here and even if you’re a lazy-ass rapist with a sick brain, you’re smart enough to know who has the power in this society.

“Can we… have a quick…” The drugs begin to take effect as Emma shakes her head. The deal with Octavia is clear. No sex while she’s there and she gets to humiliate the young girl first. That’s okay with you and you enjoy the show the two ladies are giving you.

“No break now,” says Octavia firmly and continues taking photos. Your model feels how the drugs make her mind soft, her nipples hard, her mouth dry and her cunt wet. Her short-term memory becomes fuzzy and her inhibitions are lowered. It’s so easy and Octavia, driven by rage, doesn’t need a plan. “Take your clothes off.” Emma wobbles around on her high-heeled shoes in her chic, chaste dress and looks at her questioningly.

“What?” You jump in.

“We want to celebrate feminism, Emma,” you explain to her in a calm voice. In this state, Emma is like a pregnant cow. She is cautious, but also knows that she is too stupid to go against her handler. “Let’s celebrate women’s self-confidence.”

“But… The contract says…”

“Isn’t that what you want?” You get up and stand next to Octavia. “Surely you can feel it too, can’t you?”

“I… yes… I think… yes…” It’s hard for her to say ‘no’, the favorite word of so many women.

“Do you see? You like it after all.”

“… Yes…” And Emma starts to move. Octavia and you already have experience and while the woman continues to take photos and Emma sways back and forth, you turn on just the right music. The beat is reflected in Emma’s open mind and opens her up to your words.

“That’s it. Go on. You can feel that you like it.” Emma giggles.

“What’s happening to me?” Her brain knows something is wrong but the signals aren’t getting through.

“You’re a strong woman,” you tell her and grin wickedly. She nods. “And now take your clothes off.”

“But… why…”

“Just do it. You want to.”

“Yes… but…” But she’s already starting to pull her dress off her shoulders while Octavia captures everything. If worst comes to worst, the photos are a good way to keep her in line, but that won’t be necessary.

“Fuck…” moans the photographer as Emma tugs on her nipples.

“Yes. Fuck,” you grin softly. “You have sexy tits, Emma.”

“Do you like my titties?” she asks, sounding drunk. She’s still too confused to see the string of wet cunt juice running down her thighs. Her body is on overdrive and you just have to steer her in the right direction.

It’s easy with the drugs. One part is making Emma unbelievably horny, the other part is highly addictive. First comes sex, then the symptoms of withdrawal. The sex will corrupt her and when the horse stimulant stops working, the withdrawal symptoms will drive her back into your arms. And as a little bonus, Emma will learn to appreciate the sex that follows once she’s begged for her next dose from you.

“Oh yes. And you seem to like showing it off.”

“What? N…N…” She already can’t say it.

“Yes, of course I do. Look down.” She almost falls over in front as she obeys you.

“Oh… wow… what…”

“Feel it,” you say and Emma runs a finger through the wet film on her thighs. She giggles as she examines her wet fingertips. Her dress hangs over her hips and starts to slide lower and lower. “Wait.” You quickly rush to her and take her in your arms. Her body is hot and sweaty and she looks at you out of wide eyes.

“What are you… doing…”

“I’m helping you,” you say quietly and pull her dress down further. Finally, she stands on the stage in nothing but high heels and white pants.

“And now finger yourself, you little whore.” Octavia’s hatred is getting the better of her, but you can’t blame her.

“What… How dare you…” But you put your fingers over her mouth.

“Take it easy, Emma.” Then your hand moves down. The young girl draws in a surprised breath as your fingers glide over the soaking wet fabric of her panties. “Do you see? It’s quite normal for women to call each other such words.”

“Yes… Wait… Is it?” You nod slowly and start rubbing her over her panties. Emma immediately moans and her body begins to tremble.

“Don’t you like it like that? You like being naked Emma.” You carefully plant new thoughts in her head. “You like being watched by others.”

“Yes…”

“And you like being told what to do. Otherwise it wouldn’t feel like this.”

“Yes… But…” She is so weak and helpless in your hands. “But I’m… a…”

“A strong woman knows her weaknesses, Emma,” you tell her. Then you pull her trousers off her legs. Octavia takes a few good photos of the naked girl, but Emma only has eyes for you. “Do you know your weaknesses?”

“N… I don’t… know…”

“Yes, Emma. Tell me what you want.” Emma looks at you with empty eyes. The drugs have entered her system and from now on you can do anything you want to her.

“I want…” She shakes her head. “Tell me what I want…”

“Good girl.”

by Writing Shark

A date with Olivia

The next day is mostly uneventful. A threesome with Olivia and Lyndsy, nothing special, just some lesbian action and squirting. The drive to the office, a handjob from Lyndsy. Back at the office, another blowjob from Katie while you watch the video she sent you last night. Obviously she thinks a second proof of her love would be enough to warm your heart, but you’re more interested in her warm mouth and soft hands. At least she’s looking up at you like a lovestruck puppy as she tries to get your whole length down her tight throat, coughing wildly, degrading herself on your cock like you want it. You come on her forehead, take a picture, she smiley and make a victory sign, then send her away, letting either Bailey or Amy lick her clean for the day.

After this little distraction, there’s work to do. You’ve come up with a plan for your three new starlets and you’ve also put Sydney to good use. A few phone calls and you’re all set.

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“Have fun Sir,” Katie says, rocking back on her heels, arms crossed at her ass, a shy smile. “I hope you have fun.” You caress her cheek with your thumb and give her a kiss on the forehead, then leave the organizational work to Lyndsy. Tonight is date night and everything is going according to plan.

---

“My God, Honey, you look… wow…” You don’t even have to feign admiration at the sheer dress that clings tightly to Olivia Dunne’s toned body. All in black with a silver necklace and her lively hair pinned up an a precise bun, she looks like a Greek deity, Aphrodite to your Zeus.

Or would you prefer Ares, the god of the war? Well, Zeus fucks more.

Like a gentleman, you guide Olivia through the expensive Italian restaurant in the best part of town and place her tight body on the chair opposite you like the eye candy she is, an expensive decoration for you to show off. It’s the same way for Olivia but you, she and everyone in the world know where the power lies. Sadly you notice that she’s letting her duties slip a little to be your showpiece, eying you a bit too much to act for your audience in the expensive place. The service here is good and fast and the waitress is hot enough to bend her over the table right now and… But Olivia is especially beautiful today and you, as a man, are strong enough to focus your sexual energy solely on her. It’s date night, but above all you want to find out what’s wrong with your girlfriend.

“Thank you,” you say politely and the waitress smiles at you and then disappears with your order. Olivia gives you that look again. Your first attempt is a normal conversation and your girlfriend answers your questions politely, but holds back with input. Women aren’t like that when they’re domesticated, Oliva lacks the bubbly happiness she usually radiates when she doesn’t need to think about a thing, not to mention the almost invisible superiority she exudes in such cases. No, she almost sulks. “I need your help next week,” you say. Olivia looks at you.

“With what?” Another choppy answer.

“Elle. You remember her?”

“Daddy’s little girl. I know.”

“And a mommy girl as well,” you remind her. “I can use your help with her.”

“No problem.” Okay, something really is wrong. You’re getting angry. Not at Olivia, more at the situation. Women are too stupid to understand their own emotions and you’re good, but as a man you’re mainly able to control and command.

But with Olivia, you want to be supportive. She’s too precious… and too sexy to lose.

“Okay, honey.” You lean over the table and stroke her hands. “I know it’s hard sometimes. But won’t you tell me what’s going on? I trust you.” Being soft is not easy for you, but there is only one person in this world who deserves your soft side. And it works. Olivia opens her mouth and…

“Oh my God! You’re Olivia Dunne!” You both drop your gazes for a moment. You know this scene all too well.

You’ve had an intimate moment, but with fame comes the responsibility to nurture it. You’ve brought Olivia the fame and she’s handling it well, but you actually feel a little sorry for her as she forces a friendly, warm, slightly surprised smile and slips into her role. You smile too but the girl wouldn’t even notice if you shoved the Italian white bread up the sexy waitress’s ass right now.

“Hello, what’s your name?” Olivia beams and grabs the girl’s pen. As she talks to the little thing and gives her the best day of her young life, you look around the restaurant. The girl’s parents are sitting there, a little embarrassed. “So you still go to school then?” That makes you prick up your ears.

“No. I go to college here. Two more years and then…” You know Olivia’s questions and you usually enjoy the way your girlfriend makes cunts available to you. But today you feel uncomfortable. Of course you can see the girl’s future if you pick her now like a low-hanging fruit. But you can also read Olivia, the little signs a woman can’t hide. She is annoyed.

“That’s my boyfriend,” she says then. “He made me famous. Hey. Now that you’re 20, I thought…” Olivia falls silent, your hand on her arm. You turn to the girl.

“Excuse me, but I can see you’re a big fan of my girlfriend.” The girl nods like a fool. “Is it okay for you to wish her a nice evening and leave?” Olivia is the only one who looks at you questioningly, the girl just nods eagerly and says goodbye while still smiling and happy to be at her service.

“What the fuck was that about?” your girlfriend asks as the girl skips back to her seat. “You could have had her.” You smile and grab her hands again.

“I already have you,” you say.

“Fuck you.” She smiles, but she’s also kind of serious.

“No, I’m going to fuck you. And not this girl,” you say seriously, making her fall silent. “It’s date night and I didn’t think you wanted her.”

“Wrong,” she grumbles, “I’m always ready to use a stupid cunt.”

“Okay,” you shrug. “But not for me. Not today. I can see something’s bothering you and I need you at your best. Tonight I’m only here for you. No stars. No appointments. No work. Neither for you nor for me.”

“Really?” And there it is, the smile you recognize on her. It’s rare and therefore precious. Because it’s real. You nod.

“Today is all about you.”

---

You’ve saved the evening and, you hope, the next week too. You have a lot on your plate, but today you forget about all your young, willing, desperate little whores and focus on your most prized possession. And Olivia is enjoying it. A lot. She talks a lot, laughs, moves. She sends out the signals, strokes her hair, moves her eyes between the tip of your nose and your eyes, nibbles her bottom lip, slides around on her ass, laughs at your jokes. It’s a lovely evening.

Then you stand up.

“What are you doing?” she asks, puzzled, and actually wants to keep you in your seat. But you decide and she gently lets you go.

“You think I didn’t hear you?”

“What?” she asks stupidly, which you find cute. You smile and leave the table.

“Pack your things,” you say, not bothering to check whether Olivia obeys you.

---

Her look is priceless as you return to the table with the young girl by the hand.

“Olivia, this is…” You’ve actually forgotten the name but the girl is only too happy to remind Olivia. The other thing is more important to you anyway. “I stole her from her parents,” you wink at her. “So we should go now.”

Today you’re giving your girlfriend a little present for your date night. In this case, a naive 19-year-old fan who loathes her parents and finally wants to grow up. Only you can fulfill this wish, but first, you step back and drive the girls from disco to disco, get them drunk and watch Oliva having fun in the lounges and on the dance floors of Hollywood’s hottest bars.

Patiently, you wait in the seedy seclusion of a V.I.P. lounge until she practically sits the girl on your stiff cock, and after that herself too.

You can see it in her eyes as you get the girl ready and look forward to what Olivia has planned for her. You don’t even know her name but it doesn’t matter as you drop her off naked and used in the middle of the Hollywood strip, just a few notes in her used cunt to buy a hotel room, clothes or a taxi home. It’s nasty but Olivia needs it sometimes and you don’t mind.

“Thank you, darling,” she says and kisses you deeply as the screams of the panicked girl in the alley behind you die down. You fucked her roughly and shown her a world of depraved sex in bathrooms and alleyways and you don’t care what she makes with the understanding that rough sex is great and her only value lies between her legs. Your car buzzes beneath you as you drive home and Olivia leans against you. “I’m so glad I sold myself to you that time,” she hums. “You know me. Thank you.”

“No. Thank you, honey,” you say, pulling out your mobile phone. “Leeroy? I’ve got another one for you. Her name is… fuck… wait…” Olivia laughs heartily as you tell your troubleshooter the girl’s location. He’s going to take care and dispose her, so either convince her not to press charges, offer her a new career or give her a worse experience than what Olivia did to her.

Hollywood can be a dirty business but that’s true in any walk of life. The girl got what she wanted and the sex was censorial. What happens afterward is not your business. Your business is Olivia, her happiness and her stability. And you achieved that today.

And the sex was also good with Olivia and… You just can’t think of the name.

by Writing Shark

Wrap up the Night

“Fuck… Fuck… Fuck…” Little Sydney doesn’t have much to say, but what she lacks in words she makes up for with an even tighter cunt. And she’s flexible. You’ve already fucked her next to Amy’s unconscious body, her legs behind her head, her stomach pressed together. You’ve even seen the bump your cock makes inside her but the little bitch just kept moaning and milking you like a madwoman.

Now you’ve grabbed her and are fucking her with all your might against the wall as if you wanted to rebuild the house. You quickly shake your head. You have those annoying feelings again when you imagine using your good girls like that piece of meat with the artificial name Sydney. Katie, Elle and of course Olivia. You couldn’t treat them like that and something bothers you about it, but something else makes you happy.

“What is it?” Sydney’s smoky voice reaches you. “Is something…”

“Shut your stupid mouth you stupid piece of shit,” you growl and press yourself so hard against her that Sydney can’t breathe. Then you grab her ass with powerful pranks and push your fingers deep into her tight canal. In response, she wraps her legs around your hips and her arms around your shoulders and wants to kiss you.

“I’m sorry for being dumb Sir. Pleas kiss me and…” You almost headbutt her, but your cock stuns her so much that the girl doesn’t notice the pain and moans her animalistig lust into the room. Soon you have to call it off, as your cum from the last two orgasms is already dripping from both of her lower holes like a leaky pipe. But you want it one more time, emptying in her firm body, and you’ll get what you want.

Without further ado, you simply throw Syndey onto the bed. The young, naive but eager girl immediately squats down on her knees in front of you, spreads her legs, cum leaking out onto the sheeds, pushes her back out and sticks her tongue out as a pink, twitching target. Her stupid eyes beg you to reward her, but only make you angry.

Her shrill moan fills the air as you aim and hit her forehead. Your cum hits her several times until her face disappears under a slimy glaze, leaving only her pink tongue halfway clean.

“Fuck you’re ugly,” you grin at her as she tries to smile through the cumshot. “I like that.”

“Thank you Sir,” she says, ignoring the insult. You can say what you want anyway.

---

Of course Sydney licks you clean, then you can get dressed while she does the same. While you look at her body and decide about her future in your company (and rising empire), Amy slowly starts to stir on the bed. The silly thing always takes too long to wake up from a cum coma, but tonight has mellowed you out. You might even put Amy on your good girl list and… Growling, you call yourself to your senses, then feel Sydney’s talented little hands on your arm.

“Sir?” You nod. “Can I go for little girls?” You’re about to agree, you’re not a monster, when you remember that, no, you are a monster. You must be a monster.

“Go ahead,” you say and are secretly glad that Sydney is supporting you here too. Then you nod to Amy.

“Sir, I don’t understand?”

“Really?” She can’t be that stupid. And indeed, Sydney does understand. And she even smiles a little, just a little, as she frees herself from you and takes a seat above Amy with a slightly flushed face.

---

It’s about power. Everything is about power in your life. And it doesn’t matter if you like it or not, Sydney and Amy have to be more on your side after tonight than they were before.

It takes a while but eventually, the first drops start to drip from Sydney’s used cunt, first mixing with your cum, then dribbling down.

“Hurry up,” you demand annoyed and put on your shoes.

“Yes… Sir… right away… Sir…” Of course, she finds it difficult, and instead of piss, Sydney squeezes the remains of your load out of her two holes onto the face of the half-asleep Amy.

“What…” the girl mumbles, stirring as drops of cum and urine land at the corner of her mouth.

“Sir… I can…”

“Do it now you stupid cunt or I’ll drag you home naked behind my car,” you growl menacingly like an aggressive wolf. And Sdyney obeys like an intimidated deer. She moans softly, but only squeezes more cum out of herself. Then she inhales, holds her breath and relaxes. “Good girl,” you praise her.

“What the… Oh my God!” Amy wakes up instantly as the warm beam hits her face. She opens her eyes and mouth, a mistake, and panic overcomes her. Sydney screams in horror as Amy jumps up and rams her head against the other girl’s pissing cunt. You, on the other hand, giggle as you see Amy desperately trying to get away from the stream and Sydney desperately trying to piss on Amy’s face like you told her to. Finally, the new arrival is stronger, anyone is stronger than little Amy, grabs the girl and empties her bladder on her face, moaning softly.

“Hold still you little cunt” she hisses while pissing. “He wants it and he gets what he wants. Fuck here it comes… so much…” Amy accepts her fate, blinking in your direction under the stream that comes inches from her face out of Sydney. “Wow… That is kinda hot.” Sydney giggles, still holding Amy in place, than she moans in the hope you like it.

---

“Was I good Sir?” Sydney asks later, her face red with shame… and lust. You don’t answer her question. The fact that you’re still waiting for the two girls without hitting them should make your point. But they are girls and not smart enough to understand a man’s thoughts. They are emotional and trained on instinct like animals, so you give them a blunt smile and a nod. And of course it works.

“Thank you Sir,” Amy whispers, her hair wet and sticky. Her arms twitch as if she wants to hug you but she pulls herself together and continues dressing instead. Sydney does the same and you roll your eyes as the two cum drunk girls mix up her panties and neet to swap them.

---

Now that you’ve had your fun, it’s time to leave the party. But before you do, it’s your duty to look after your investments.

You guide Sydney and Amy safely and securely through the increasingly escalating orgy. Inhibitions continue to fall, but it’s worse upstairs in the house. Amy starts to cry again as you look in each room to check your stars and find the ones you allow to leave.

---

Bailey is almost startled as you pull her off Harvey’s squishy body. You’re not even looking at the guy, but his satisfied, big grin is a guarantee of more roles for your stars in the future.

“Sir…” Bailey whispers, unable to look at you, clinging at your side like the frightened child-like creature she truly is.

“Good girl,” you say, handing her the towel that was meant for Harvey. Shy and reserved, the black girl wipes the sweat, cum and spit from her body while sniffing shyly the smell that comes from trembling Amy. “You did a good job.”

“Thank you, Sir.” And she smiles. Basically, it’s easy with women.

---

Hailee and Anna don’t even notice you. Your experienced bitch fists your new arrival so deep that you remember to check Hailee’s tightness the next time you fuck her while she seems to disappear between Harry Styles’ ass cheeks. Kevin fucks Tom in the mouth and whips the blind Hailee with his belt. There’s nothing to do but nod at Kevin and leave the two women here until the morning. Kevin knows what to do with Hailee.

---

And downstairs you see petite Katie lying under a mountain of men’s bodies. Actually, you can only see her foot. With a nasty smile, you tickle her and wake her up.

“Sir!” she gasps, “I’ll be right there!” But it takes a minute, Katie is just too weak to free herself without help and finally you grab her and pull her out of the tangle of bodies. She looks around with confused eyes, her hair sticking to her face and her whole body overheated like the Fukushima reactor.

“I… cando… more… Sir!” she breathes and coughs. “Cocks, cunts, I don’t… care. I can…”

“It’s okay,” you reassure her, “I’m proud of you.” As Katie looks at you enamored (no need to push it away), proudly holding her body up, you see Bailey’s worried looks out of the corner of your eye. “Very much so.” Then you pat Katie’s sweaty cheek and wipe your hand on Bailey’s half-clean shirt. “You’re still my number one.”

As Bailey sniffles softly, Katie wants to hug you too. You even have to push her back a little, but you take the sting with a smile.

“Let’s make sure we get home.”

“Yes Sir,” answer your inters from one mouth. No one asks who or what Sydney is to you.

by Writing Shark

Anna shows Hailee the ropes

It doesn’t end until the men are satisfied and even if Hailee has satisfied more cocks that evening than she has in her life, it’s not enough. With pale faces, the women watch as the men, under Kevin’s instructions, create things in the room that Hailee knows and fears from the darkest corners of her psyche.

“That’s it, keep going, make the little piggy squeal.” And squeal Hailee does as her body is pulled upwards and stretches as the ropes tighten. Her small breasts bulge into the room and her ribs protrude as the tips of her toes dance strainedly across the floor. In Anna’s gaze, however, she does not recognize the pity of a woman who has to watch a girl being hung from the ceiling, but the perverse lust of a whore who is finally allowed to hold the whip that otherwise comes down on her own flesh.

“Aaah!” She quickly remembers the instructions. “One sir! Thank you, sir!” But the next nineteen strokes make the air escape from her lungs and in the end she only screams while Anna beats her body with feminine force. Then the blows intensify and Hailee, her eyes covered by a pair of dirty men’s underpants, can only assume that it’s Harry’s turn now. The young man is dazed with lust and knows no mercy as he is fucked in the ass while standing up.

Young Hailee is depraved, she has told Damian so herself – Damian, whose face she sees again and again that evening – but this is beyond even her limits. Or her boundaries were never as wide as she had always thought.

Dozens of men push their cocks into her, and when the beating stops, the cocks come back. While she is fucked from both ends in ass and cunt, other men take the blind woman’s legs, tie her to the ceiling as well and use her body as a fuck toy. Cocks everywhere. In her mouth, her cunt and her ass. Her hair is pulled and torn, her joints are used as makeshift holes and even her feet are stroked over hard cocks. All this is accompanied by the screams and moans of Anna and Tom doing horrible things to each other in the darkness of Hailee’s blindfold.

Eventually, the dim light of the room comes back to her eyes as Kevin rips her blindfold off her face and drops her roughly on the floor, Harry meanwhile with his mouth on his cock.

“Have you learned your lesson?” he asks without having said anything about the supposed lesson beforehand. While Tom just stares blankly, Hailee knows what is required of her.

“Yes sir…” she gasps, breathing heavily, the taste of cum and ass in her mouth. “I obey men.” Kevin puts his hand under her chin and forces her to look at him.

“What men?”

“Any man Mr. Stratton sells me to, sir.”

“Good girl,” he smiles contentedly and Hailee does the same. “Time for your reward.”

“Thank you sir…”

---

The reward, of course, is just more sex but Hailee understands that this is the real job of an actress to fuck men and she is grateful to Kevin for showing her how to help Mr. Stratton.

With a certain lust she sits down on the big black Sybian with her legs apart, feels the dildo penetrate deep into her overflowing cunt and smiles at Anna who does the same opposite her. In just one night, Hailee has learned what it means to be in showbiz and with the image of handsome Damian before her eyes, even Tom’s screams are annoying but not distracting. With determination, she grasps the big, long, pink double dildo and brings it to her lips while Anna does the same.

This should all be terrible, an orgy of violence and rape. But Hailee (and apparently Anna too) have found a trick that Tom can’t find. So Haille doesn’t blame Anna for rolling her eyes and drooling between the dildo and her lips as Kevin’s henchmen turn on the Sybians. Like Anna, Haille doesn’t see the woman in front of her but the lap of Damian, who sticks his cock in her mouth and somehow manages to fill the girl’s cunt at the same time. Together they save themselves and their sanity by submitting to the man who controls their lives.

And it’s glorious.

---

“Fucking hell Kevin where did you get these bitches?”

“Stratton Starmakers!” moans the older man, ramming his stiff cock into Tom Holland’s tight ass while Harry Styles shoves his tongue up his ass. “The best service in all of Hollywood!”

“Fuck!” murmurs another man, squeezing the heads of the starlets rocking and sweating on the Sybians. “I’ll have to pay him a visit. Fuck these hookers are willing.”

Hailee would like to say ‘thank you’. She has had six orgasms in this room alone and number seven is coming on with a vengeance – she can see Damian clearly in front of her and she wants to obey his image with the same burning passion as the real man who brought her here. Anna feels the same way and the two women kiss intimately while the long dildo disappears completely inside them.

It’s over and Hailee Steinfeld willingly and with relief gives up the idea that she can somehow resist Damian Stratton. If he thinks her worth is lying here in the parties of Hollywood, under the warm blanket of cum raining down on her body, her mouth stuffed with a dildo, her cunt too, her whole body vibrating with exhausted lust, then that is her fate. Of course she dreams of the glamorous Hollywood, the shows and movies, but this…

A gay man squirts on me… in me… and I’m doing everything for Damian… the sex is soo good and… I love to obey… I love the fear… I love all of this… And I love… It’s like a drug and Hailee becomes Damian’s slave without him having to work for it. She didn’t know this life, thought Hollywood would be different, but now it’s just as big a success to be here now, accepted and all the doors opened as she’d imagined before.

by Writing Shark

Anna and Hailee the EGG girls

Anna leads Hailee upstairs with a certain determination that the young starlet can’t resist the urge. She submits to the world Damian has created, clasps Anna’s hand and watches obediently. Different sounds emanate from the various rooms, mingling with the music from downstairs. Moans and screams and muffled voices come from under the doors. Some are open and Hailee can briefly see what is happening in the rooms. She doesn’t recognize some of the faces, but others she does. They are stars who are actually world-famous, many of whom she has come to Stratton Starmakers to see. They are all serving the men of Hollywood tonight, Damian’s guests. And as Anna leads them towards their destination, Hailee understands what Damian has told her. She is a woman and only in Hollywood to entertain men. Now she understands.

“Here we are,” says Anna and enters the room with the girl, not talking to Hailee but to the people in the sparsely lit room. Hailee is still too confused by the whole situation, the orgy has left her too exhausted to see clearly. But there are three people, three men.

“About time.” Hailee knows that voice. Who doesn’t know it?

“Sorry, Kevin,” says Anna. “But the little one still had a job to do.”

“In my house, they say a hardworking woman does her chores, but an intelligent woman knows which one to do first.” While Hailee is still starstruck, Anna starts moving and kneels in front of the sightly overweight man.

“Intelligence and women don’t go together,” she says honestly, smiling up at the man. Then she pulls Hailee next to her. “And we are EGG Girls. The best thing in our heads are dicks.”

“Right again,” Kevin shrugs and points to the other two men in the room. “But that also applies to these hot pieces.”

So it’s true then, Hailee thinks to herself as Kevin pulls Harry Styles and Tom Holland next to him. But then why are we here?

---

A short time later, Hailee realizes why EGG girls are needed here. And she also realizes that Hollywood’s libaral attitude counts for nothing in here. She also realizes that gay people can take a liking to two pretty, defenseless girls, especially when there are other guests in the room. They all belong to the clientele of Kevin, the star of this show.

It starts with the men confirming the status of the EGG girls and hammering them into Hailee’s head. The girls use Tom and Harry’s dicks and while cruel bets are made on who will cum in the girls first, Tom in Hailee or Harry in Anna, for some reason Haille tries to win the side bet and make Anna cum on Harry’s dick first.

“Women are too stupid even to bet, my God!” Humiliating it is for all of them, not just Hailee who has to call it out. Apparently, Harry is willing at this party and the sex toy for Kevin, but Tom, forced to be here, finds more appeal in Haille’s invitingly wet cunt and cums deep inside her orifice.

“I don’t want to be a father!” he howls in horror before Kevin silences him with his hand. Hailee, on the other hand, is already used to the feeling of cum inside her and dismisses it as a risk she has to take. At least Mr. Stratton put her on the pill.

After Anna is also granted her humiliating orgasm by a half-gay, the two EGG girls continue immediately. Still slightly numb from the shame of lust, Haille stumbles towards her comrade and kisses her wildly while Kevin and half of his guests pounce on the two boys like lions on a piece of meat.

Deeply immersed in a steamy 69, Hailee can watch the two boys being tortured and feels an affection she has never known before. But then she yelps as Anna bites her clit a little too hard.

“The whore is dripping on her face!” yells one of the men standing around Hailee. “She gets horny when she sees suffering!” The young actress wants to retort, but Anna is quicker.

“We fuck and serve. That’s all we’re good for.” Then she sucks on Hailee’s clit and lets the girl boil in burning shame and blazing lust.

---

Dozens of men watch the two women share their next orgasm. She’s so embarrassed but Hailee needs the slaps on her ass and Anna’s teeth on her clit to reach the simultaneous climax the men demand. The moans of the other actors in the room distract her and leave her dry. But the pleasure from Anna is enough to make her juice drip down her face.

And the thought of Damian.

It’s enough to make Hailee scream out her orgasm willy-nilly, covering the moans of the others as she splashes Anna’s face, the face of a strange woman, with her juices. Finally she crawls off Anna and sits down next to the woman. Hand in hand, they watch as Kevin takes his turn on willing Harry and unwilling Tom until Kevin gives further commands.

by Writing Shark

Hailee is a good girl

Hailee is already showing the first signs of exhaustion. Her legs hang limply in the arms of the man who is rhythmically fucking her, her hands no longer grip the two cocks she is jerking off as tightly and her tongue only rubs over the two cocks in her mouth instead of wrapping around them. After all, it’s only her first gangbang. Anna, on the other hand, is still on fire. She sits next to Hailee with her legs apart on her suitor’s lap and holds on tight to the other man whose cock she drives into her mouth with all her might while getting two in her gaping ass. She also moves more skillfully, using her energy to satisfy all men at the same time while Hailee slowly wishes for a break.

“I think that’s enough now,” a deep, calm voice is heard from the crowd of naked lads waiting for a chance, a second or third, to defile Hailee. A dressed older man with a round face and gray hair steps out of the crowd that makes way for him. As Hailee feels sperm on her tongue and down her throat for the eleventh or twelfed time that night, he steps in front of the two fucking women.

“Kevin!” says Anna after she too has swallowed her man’s sperm. “Happy birthday! You look good!”

“Thank you Anna. You too.” Kevin, obviously the main guest of the evening, nods, and the men leave the two women alone. Confused, Hailee sits next to her trainer for the evening. “Who’s that?”

“That’s Hailee. She’s an EGG too.” Hailee still hasn’t figured out what an EGG girl is, even though everyone is talking about it, but is too exhausted to ask.

“So Damian gave me two presents then?” But Anna just giggles.

“We’re too worthless for that Kevin, you know that. But of course, we’d love to fulfill our duty.” Kevin looks at Hailee, but there is hardly any desire in his gaze, more curiosity. This surprises the girl who has never received more attention than this evening. Finally, Kevin nods upwards.

“The third room on the left.” He grins. “If you like.” Anna laughs too.

“You’re funny, Kevin.” The older man chuckles, then turns away and disappears again. Haille automatically spreads her legs and presents her cunt, dripping with cum, to the crowd – after all, that’s all she’s done all evening. But Anna pulls her off the sofa. “Sorry boys. EGG business.” With that, she pulls Hailee through the grumbling but understandable crowd into a bathroom while the shrill screams of the girl, Katie Douglas, scream for more attention while everywhere else other girls get fucked.

Under the sink in the bathroom is a chained-up girl, covered in cum but neither Hailee nor Anna pay her any attention.

“Quick,” says Anna as she puts Hailee in the shower. The girl shrieks in horror as she is hit by the cold water, but it brings her back to life.

---

“Anna wait.” Dressed and clean, Anna pulls her trainee up a flight of stairs through the house. “What’s all this? And what’s an EGG?” Anna stops.

“You just have to listen to me, Hailee, okay?” she says. “Mr. Stratton can destroy your life if you don’t…”

“But I’ll do what Damian says!” protests Hailee. “He says ‘volunteer to be raped all evening’ and I volunteer to be raped all evening!”

“That’s not the point.” Anna sighs. “Okay. You and me, we’re EGG girls. ‘Everything goes girls’, get it?” Now Hailee understands, at least a little. “This down here, in the garden, the lobby, the sex and all that, it’s not rape. The girls here get money for it or want it.”

“But… But I’ve seen woman and men here, I know them from movies… that’s got to make money.”

“It does. But you do realize that Damian earns half our salary? After all, he’s supporting us.”

“Yes… Yes, I know that. But…”

“We don’t get any money here Hailee. What do you think we are? We’re actresses here. Women. We’re here, in this town, with Damian, to entertain men. And that’s what we do. We are things Damian uses to get money. And if we are lucky, he makes us famous and lets us keep some of the price. This down here, it’s nothing yet. This is just sex, using fuck meat to shoot a load. This is a Stratton Starmakers party and women are just holes for pleasure here. Up there is where the real action is. There are no rules up there. And up there is the place where we can make things happen with our holes.” Now Hailee is getting scared. “Don’t even think about getting out now little lady. You’re already in too deep for that. You haven’t met the people yet, but today you’ve fucked at least four judges, seven policemen and so many lawyers I couldn’t count them. And so many producers that you’re known all over Hollywood by now. Do you understand?”

“Yes… I understand.” And she really does. “Damian said I should learn to be submissive.”

“You’re in his world now, get it? Part of his plan,” Anna states coldly. “You do what he says, fuck whoever he wants and are at his disposal anytime, anywhere and anyhow.” Then she shows her finger with a large diamond ring on it. “Here. You can buy this if you’re a good girl for him this night up here.” Anna blushes, for the first time that evening. “I wasn’t a good girl. That’s why I fuck his guests now when I’m not making a movie. Damian only fucks good girls. And you want to be fucked by Damian, believe me. All this, it’s a job. But if he fucks you…” Anna interrupts herself.

“What?” asks Hailee, feeling an urge inside her that she can’t explain. “What happens when he fucks you? He’s already fucked me. What happens then? Am I doing something wrong? Should I apologize? I know I was naughty but I didn’t know any better. Did I fuck too bad? Not much enough?” But Hailee is interrupted.

“That’s exactly what I mean. Don’t be afraid. You’re a good girl. Now let’s go and see Kevin.”

by Writing Shark

Bailey learns about ‘monsters’ and monsters

“Oarrr you little chocolate cookie. Yeah, shake that ass for me. You like it don’t you you little slut?”

He’s like an animal, a wild animal. And yet Bailey smiles as she shakes her ass for the greasy man. She’s ashamed of her fat ass, at least that’s what the girls at her school said. Now she uses her assets to make the executive happy. She’s almost dying inside, clenching her teeth and focusing all her energy on her ass and her smile.

“I’m your little bitch,” she whispers.

“What? Louder!”

“I’m your little slut,” she says louder and smiles. His stiff penis is maybe a third the size of Damian’s, a comical thought that flashes through her mind, but even now Bailey realizes that the grotesque situation she’s in only makes her understand her boss better. And it could have been worse. All the girls around him know only the goal of his favor, each wants to win it, the place in the sun. Katie lets dozens of men fuck her downstairs, at least Bailey is alone with Harvey.

The feeling isn’t really good though, she realizes as Harvey grabs his cock and jerks it wildly as he walks towards her.

“Pull your ass apart and show me your chocolate factory.” Bailey feels like throwing up, but concentrates on being a good employee for Stratton Starmakers and obeys the fat man.

When his hairy belly rests on her ass, however, she flinches. Why is he so sweaty already?

“What’s the problem brony pie?” he asks, hurt and with anger in his voice.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she stammers, desperately looking for a way out. “You just have such a powerful aura, sir.” The fat man laughs like a squealing pig.

“Aura? That’s a funny word for a girl like you. Especially with your skin color.” Anger floods her, but Bailey’s dams of fear and perverse loyalty to Damian hold. “Didn’t think they’d teach you like that in school.”

“We…” Bailey can’t believe she’s doing this, but maybe it’s helping to make him hard. Then it’s over quickly. “We don’t really go to school sir,” she says, tasting the foul stench of his body. “We fuck in the toilets all day… cost taxpayers money…”

“That’s right,” he grunts and pulls her legs apart, not realizing how incoherent her statement is. Damian would see through this lie immediately. Hope germinates in her, immediately smothered by the feeling of a meaty worm at her opening.

“You little whore pussy is pretty worn out,” he protests but still rams himself into her with all his might.

“Sorry sir, that’s all my body is for.” Hanging her head, she endures his assault on her pride and femininity as she realizes that the roughest sex with Harvey is like the gentlest foreplay with Damian. She shakes her head, not wanting to compare one rapist to the other. They are both terrible!

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“Suck my cock slave!”

“Yes, Master.” She greedily opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. And as she receives the sweaty little penis and tries to suck it without biting it off, she has only one thought. Damian is cleaner. If he takes me then at least I’ll feel something resembling pleasure.

“Go on slave! Harder! Try harder you lazy brown pig!” When I give Damian a blowjob, I can hardly wait for him to come, just like with Harvey. No, don’t think any further! “You like that, you horny piece of shit, don’t you?” But with Damian, I want him to come because it’s… because it’s hot. Now she’s thought it and a new feeling comes over Bailey. She releases the worm of her tourmenter from her mouth, wraps her hand around it and jerks it off hard and fast.

“Yes sir… go on… please… I need your cum…”

“Finally, you little black whore. Right here is your place.”

“Yes sir I know my place.” In awe, Bailey looks up at him… at the face of Damian Stratton standing over her, his mighty cock stiff and manly and good smelling and clean and… At least with him, I cum… I cum like crazy…

“Kiss my belly you bitch!” Bailey purses her lips and gives Harvey’s sweaty, hairy belly a big, juicy smack.

“Hmmmmuah!” Then she smiles between his legs as she jerks him off, imagining Damian sitting in his office chair, she under his table like the little puppy he sees in her.

And Katie the bitch is sitting outside, making coffee and thinking about what she’s missing in here. That’s right you little bitch. Bailey has your seat and she’s not giving it up!

Deep in her head, Bailey knows she’s falling for Damian, his world and his influence, but the biggest part of her is too intimidated by the punishment he’ll inflict on her if she doesn’t satisfy Harvey. And so the thought of submission seeps unfiltered into her subconscious as she satisfies and pleasures a fat disgusting pig.

“Suck my balls whore!” Bailey immediately throws herself under his cock, jerks him off and takes the hairy balls into her little mouth while smelling his dirty scent. “Use your black tongue you fucking monkey!” Bailey doesn’t hear the words, just imagines the praise Damian will give her. She doesn’t smell the sour odor of sweat and precum, smells the expensive perfume Damian always sends her to buy. And she doesn’t see Harvey’s little cock in front of her face but the monster of Damian that she has always been afraid of. But now she understands that they are both monsters. But men like Harvey are real monsters, bad monsters. In the industry Bailey wanted to enter voluntarily, you have to be a monster to survive, there are no good men there. Good men get eaten and Damian Stratton is the smartest monster in the group. And that monster protects Bailey – willingly with him and under him, willingly on his dick – from monsters like Harvey.

“Yes Sir. Fuck me! Fuck my little cookie pussy to pieces! Stick your monster in my cunt and civilize me Sir!”

“Yes you whore! Yes!”

“Yes Sir! Fuck your slave Sir!” Without hesitation, Bailey sits up, licks along his cock, spreads her legs and sits down on his cock. They both moan like animals as he sinks into her. “Oh fuck you’re so big in my ape pussy sir! Thank you for fucking me!”

Then Harvey can’t take it anymore. Damian is stronger than him, he can hold out longer. And Harvey mistakes her satisfied face as victory over her and her race while Bailey seeks refuge in submission to the real, true, deadly efficient monster. She is happy, accepts her place and knows what she must do.

She has never gone to such lengths to ride a man as thoroughly and sexily as Harvey. Damian would surely be proud of her and Bailey feels ashamed that she wasn’t allowed to please him with her black ape pussy. As soon as I’m done here, she thinks to herself and throws herself onto the little cock beneath her, moaning wildly. In the office I make him the best coffee, serve him as he deserves, be a good girl, listen to what he says. She rests her hands on his greasy chest, digs her fingernails into his skin, throws her head back.

“That’s so good! Fuck that’s so good! Yes! Yes! Yeeees!” Together with Harvey, Bailey comes to an incredibly good orgasm. She feels him squirt his little load into her, thick and viscous she feels him on her walls while her own orgasm is strong and overwhelming. Just thinking about him… my god I can’t wait until he fucks me next time…

Tired and exhausted, she sinks down on his sweaty body, presses her cheek against his hairy chest and falls asleep smiling.