Celebrity Pet (Google darkest fate)

Lauren barely processed the hissed insult. It hovered at the edges of her consciousness, teasing her with something. She definitely felt the cock leaving her bowels. As it slurped from her previously snug insides, she let out another tremble, another groan. She could feel the thick cum oozing slowly, a little trickle leaking out of her ass and dribbling down her still quivering body. The hot mess of it felt all the more erotic.

Lauren even got seconds to just bask in the sensation. She kept sucking in breath, her chest rising and falling. Her mind worked to put things together, to reassemble something like conscious thought. He came back, pulled to her side, and Lauren let out a gasp as she felt his hand enter her. She groaned, biting a lip, closing her eyes, feeling the fingers pulling out the toy. It left with another wet slopping noise, a little of her juices sliding out after it. Her blue eyes fluttered, looking toward him. They were done now, right? It certainly felt as though they were done. But he was saying something, something about instructions and fucking and...

Slavery?

Lauren blinked. He hadn't.... She soon opened her mouth and let out a little squeal, feeling him prodding her clit. The little nub still swelled with the aftershocks, slathered in her own arousal. It wouldn't take much to insure that it stood out to attention. Lauren looked down her own heaving body, her addled mind starting to quickly piece things together. A device lowered, and she barely had time to recognize it when metal shot into her.

A scream tore from her, her head falling back. The shot of intense pain hit right into her core, but worse, it forced her to cum a little. her body heaved and she moved her eyes to looking to him. He'd pulled her phone out now, worked it. He'd certainly fucked her but now, now he seemed to be...

"Are---aren't we---done?" she gasped, looking up at him. Then she looked down, seeing her own clit, the new bar piercing her like some kind of wanton slut. A finger lowered to touch it, and she had to jerk it back. The area was more tender than ever. She'd heard that could happen with clitoral piercings, though she figured her sex would be tougher. She looked, seeing his cock, looking only slightly deflated. It had been in her... she looked back up at him, not quite defiant, but certainly a long way from the compliance he expected.

Her scream did make his cock twitch but he wasn't going to fuck her again just yet. It would be better to drag things out a little, to keep her needing more at first to ensure she stayed eager to please. He ignored her question for the time being, instead picking up her discarded panties and tossing them back to his throne as a memento of the first time he fucked his new slave. "I am going to let you go about your life as normal." He explained with disinterest in her behaviour at this moment. "You are valuable to me right now, not just an actress but a writer and producer, you can find others for me... And you will." He grinned at the thought, forcing her to bring him younger sluts to keep his affection.

Wrapping a hand in her hair he pulled her mouth to his cock, expecting she would be smart enough to know what to do. "I am going to be frank, you were a fantastic fuck, really blew my mind and I am not eager to part with you yet... And so you are now mine. You can either accept it or not but you can't change the reality of your situation." A shift of his hips smeared his cock over her face and he turned to wink at a camera. "You will answer whenever I call you, you will text me once a day at the minimum, and you will obey me."

There was no questioning, she was not broken yet but there was a dangerous tone in his voice, he wouldn't tolerate any dissent. "No I am nearly done with you for the day, all you need to do is clean off my cock, thank me for the fuck, and then you may go on your way." And of course get an email with a bit of the video before to long but that could be a fun shock for her. "Now hurry up whore, I do have other things to do today."

Let... her? Lauren's thoughts cleared as he continued. He... he'd been serious about the whole... the whole slave thing? And now he talked as though he was going to use her to find him more slaves? Even if she was going to agree to being his personal fuck-buddy, there was no way that Lauren was just going to go and find him fresh faces to fuck. She felt some anger already starting to rise. Just who did he think he was? She'd hired him! He might be some famous porn star, but he wasn't the one with the money here.

Before Lauren could vocalize any of her anger or frustration, the hand returned to her hair. She yelped as he pulled her in, and her open mouth landed on his cock. Her lips parted and she felt the dirty thing sliding between them. Reflex and years of experience led to her sucking him off, tasting the slight tang that she only belatedly realized came from her own ass. She gagged at the same moment he outlined his terms, pulling back off as he continued.

Call? Text? All said with enough authority that Lauren felt her loins flaring up again. He insisted that he didn't need her for more, well, besides cleaning his cock. Lauren swallowed and looked up at him. "Just wait a minute," she said, her thoughts having realigned enough for that. Her voice rasped a little, still edgy from her recent pounding. "I'm not---this was a one time thing," she swallowed and gestured at the camera, "this isn't--I'm not looking for a relationship. I paid you for just this," she swallowed, and was tempted to point out that he hadn't even fucked her pussy yet, which had definitely been on things. This video would actually be short, and certainly wouldn't be what Lauren had paid for. Yes, she felt like gelatin, but that gelatin still wanted to get what she'd paid for, and she'd paid to get fucked and have an actual, full length video shot of it. not some crappy fifteen minute segment where he facefucked her and then slammed into her ass.

He only grinned at her objections, he knew she thought she would be getting more but she hadn't gotten a contract and he had complete control of the footage which she had known would happen. She could argue all that she wanted but she wouldn't get anywhere with it.

"You aren't getting a relationship." He pointed out with a smirk as he hauled her to her feet, releasing her hair and thrusting his hand between her legs and two fingers back into her cunt, twisting and curling right away with all of his considerable experience. "You wanted something different and now you have it, a man who will give you what you need, a master who will indulge your every dark fantasy even if you are afraid to admit they are real." Drawing his fingers from her cunt he flicked the gathered juices at her, the message clear, she had enjoyed every moment.

"You will obey me, worship me, and in return I will fuck you harder then you can imagine... And if you are a good girl it might be your cunt I stuff next time. Think of that one, I made you go limp fucking your ass, what would my cock do to your sweet little cunt?"

Turning away from her he returned to his throne, lounging back with a slight smile as if about to nap. "Or you could deny yourself what you want and watch the video of you begging for the cock in your ass to fuck you harder, you can watch it with the rest of the world. It's great publicity for me but what would it do to you?"

A slight sneer now, not even looking directly at her. "Don't bother to get dressed, I want you to wear that little get up home... I will be in touch later."

Despite what he said, what he described sounded like a relationship to Lauren. Not that she vocalized those thoughts. She focused more on hissing in pain as he yanked her to her feet by her hair. Then gasping as his hands went between her legs, making them shake and quiver yet again. She nearly dropped completely, and it proved quite the struggle to remain upright on her quivering legs. The struggle kept her from protesting as he continued, outlining what she'd mentioned when she'd contacted him, how she wanted to enact dark fantasies. His fingers flicked her at just the right moment, jostling the bar in her now quite sensitive clit.

As Lauren hissed with pleasure and pain, she heard new terms. The terms insisted that she would do as he said, and in return, she'd get fucked, fucked like she just had, fucked so hard that walking proved an issue. Lauren would have difficulties sitting for at least hours, if not days after this: her ass practically glowed with pain and pleasure. Just imagining what it would be like when he actually shoved his cock into her slutty little pussy nearly sent her quivering all over again.

He left, and Lauren nearly collapsed. She gasped and looked to him, watching, listening. The comment about releasing the tape made her laugh. "When I tell them that I paid you? Yeah, not gonna get too much bad press there," she said, only partially bluffing. She'd been half thinking of releasing the tape herself. It would add some color, more character. She swallowed and looked around, taking another step. Don't get dressed, wear this as she headed home. Lauren turned to him, blinking, still not certain what she should say in response to all this.

"You still haven't said what's going to happen if I don't," she pointed out, knowing that she was tempting fate. "You weren't that great of a lay, honestly," which was definitely a lie, as her still quivering sex attested, but Lauren could at least try to bluff. She swallowed, looked at her clothes, and seriously wondered if she should demand their return.

Could she release it on her own, it would be interesting and it was increasingly common... But it was usually third rate reality stars that did that sort of thing, not well respected members of Hollywood's elite. It could be a bluff but then again it might not be. Still there was more then just the video that he held over her, he also held the key to the pleasure that she had wanted and that she would no doubt crave all the more. Maybe she had been satisfied for the time being but how long would that last when she knew he would be easy to get ahold of.

No, she would call, hell he expected it within a week.

Her lie was transparent and made him chuckle, plenty of women had tried to throw that one at him before but it was hard to be sincere so soon after being ass fucked into oblivion. "Just for that I have a condition for when you call me." He called out with a grin. "You will provide me with a list of three starlets, at least one of whom will be under the age of twenty one, who you could bring to me if I desired... And as punishment for the poor behavior I will take a riding crop to your tits and cunt." Would that idea excite her?

He suspected it would. "Now head on home miss Graham, soak in a warm bath and try to relax a little bit... Maybe go buy some slutty outfits and toys that you think will please me. Our next meeting will be at your home and you will have a spare key ready for me when I arrive." Sitting up straighter he looked at her with a raised eyebrow, challenging her to speak up again. "Now you are dismissed, if you try my patience any longer I may pierce your fucking tits."

When she called him? Yeah, because that was going to happen. his condition was even more ludicrous: he apparently assumed that Lauren could somehow magically produce various other starlets for him at any time. Lauren might have been able to pull enough strings or invite enough people to actually get one or two, but three was pushing it, and his silly age limit thing made it all the worse. Maybe a few years ago Lauren could have produced someone that young, but she hadn't worked with anyone close to that age in a while.

Worse, his little punishment almost sounded... appealing. Having her breasts teased and played with had felt pretty good. However, Lauren didn't exactly fancy having a crop taken to her sex, especially considering that her clit now remained quite the easy target, with the little metal bar through it. Part of her still wondered what that would be like.

And more orders, with Lauren staring him down as he continued to speak. The last thing comment nearly made her laugh. As though having pierced nipples, which she assumed he meant when he said tits, was an upgrade from having metal shoved through her sex. She was tempted to say something, but at this point the temptation to just do as he said and go and take a bath was nearly overwhelming.

So she did precisely that. With as much grace as she could manage, given that her ass practically glowed and she couldn't quite put her legs together, Lauren strode out of the room. She spent a few moments when she got out of his sight rearranging her slutty garb to cover as best it could, before heading into her vehicle. Not that anyone saw her, not even as she entered her home. The outfit would hit the floor and Lauren would hit a bath, spending an inordinate amount of time just resting, letting the heat seep into her sore muscles. Her hands would clean herself, but she found she had to be incredibly careful about her newly pierced clit. It proved quite tender, though Lauren made certain to keep it clean. She swore she'd see later about getting that removed.

Though she didn't any time soon. Strangely, she also didn't masturbate. She did touch herself slightly as she watched the video play back, the memories and the scene of the beautiful woman debauched arousing her. Lauren didn't do much more than a little diddling though, before moving along. She did have a life. What she didn't have was any list to give her partner. So she'd have to put off calling him and hope that he just forgot about her.

Somehow, Lauren doubted that. She also doubted that calling in without fulfilling his criteria would be all that acceptable either. So she just opted to pretend like it didn't happen. If need be, she could always just keep him at bay. Though she did have a spare key made, and she did make sure to keep tending to herself, including keeping her new clit ring quite clean and nice. Still, at least days would tick by without Lauren initiating contact, almost as if she was purposefully ignoring him.

The names of the starlets was meant to challenge her, to force her to be resourceful in order to please him, in truth he pretty much expected her to fail in the task but it was an entertaining one to give her and at worst she would find him maybe another potential play thing... All she would need to do was manage the introduction and he would handle the rest from there.

As she walked out of the basement he watched her go, content to relax for a little while in the throne. Of course he couldn't remain there all day and eventually made his way upstairs, taking a long hot shower and then calling a pornstar he had been nailing on the side for a while, instructing her to come over and clean up the rental house for him. She had agreed eagerly, maybe wanting to fuck or maybe wanting to talk to him about a shoot she as doing but he didn't stick around to find out, instead going home, cooking a simple dinner, and then watching some old horror flicks before going to bed.

The next week passed as normal for him, two very rough shoots, a single private engagement, and fucking his neighbours babysitter one night when she had been heading over to watch their brat... Ensuring she missed the job. It was the morning after that he finally lost his patience, his new whore should have tried to contact him by now but he had heard nothing. It was beyond annoying, it actively enraged him and after kicking the blonde teenager out of his house he sat down at his computer and got to work.

It didn't take long, he was a decent film editor and he was only putting together a rough cut of highlights, so a few hours later he had sent a sample of his footage to his whore in an email.

It has been about a week and I am disappointed to have not heard from you, I had thought you might be ready to be a good girl, to deserve to experience more then a little bit of plastic buzzing deep in your cunt. I expect you will call me tonight, I have no other plans and I feel like dinner at your place. Send your address, I will arrive at eight, have dinner on the table and be ready for punishment.

There was no signature, who else could it be, and after he sent the message Michael settled back to wait for the response that he felt would be soon coming, this time she would learn a lesson.

As Lauren expected, she got an email. It included what appeared to be yet more footage of their shoot, especially hot, degrading footage. Just viewing that had made Lauren fairly wet. Then had come the email, with more instruction. Once more, Lauren wondered if she should even bother obeying. She'd gotten what she'd wanted, right? She wondered idly as she read the email. As she wondered, she let her hand stray. Fingers ran over her skin, feeling the tingle, remembering that, for whatever reason, she hadn't really masturbated, hadn't came, since she'd been with him. Those questing fingers ran into her pants, found a little bar and gave it a small flick. She'd kept it, and hadn't it been his label of slave?

Just one more time wouldn't hurt. He still hadn't fucked her proper yet. Though the tone of this email seemed to suggest that there would be less fucking than beating. Lauren hoped that wouldn't be the case, but she assured herself that even if it was, she could always call things off then. Yes, she still had control. What did it matter if she was following the orders of someone else? She did it because she wanted.

So Lauren sent the reply with an address. Just that, nothing else. Then she worked to make certain that a fine meal would be prepared. The woman slid into a fairly slinky black dress that clung well to her curves. The fine fabric accented her skin tone almost too well: a nice side effect of having money for the finer things. A pair of long black thigh-highs covered most of her legs, and could be seen through the daring slits, slits that went all the way up to reveal that she wore a pair of black lace panties that could barely be called that. A strapless bra matched and supported her chest.

Then she'd just have to wait, wondering if this was a good idea, wondering if he wasn't just going to come in and brutally slap her around. Lauren didn't like the abuse part... she liked the hard fucking, the pain that could be added there... but her whirling mind wasn't sure what was actually going to happen to her, to it...

He didn't arrive on time, he was the one in charge so his time was more valuable, that meant that when Michael finally arrived it was nearly half an hour after then he had told her that he would be showing up. Let her be upset about it, let her pout or think that he was being petty... So long as she did not make her objections to obvious she would be allowed to get away with it.

There was no shoot that day but Michael still made sure to enjoy himself before heading over to her place, a quick phone call had gotten an eager asian teenager looking to break into the buisness at his home and an hour later she had left... Seriously reconsidering her choice in career... After that Michael hadn't even bothered to shower, still smelling of sex he dressed in a simple suit, leaving his shirt partially unbuttoned to show off his chest, and then drove towards Laurens home with a grin on his face.

From the outside her home was impressive, the neighborhood was nice, the sort of place those with money could raise a family, and Michael had to wonder how many families would approve of what he was about to do to their neighbor. No doubt a few teenagers jacked off to the thought of her and he was going to do things to their idol that they couldn't even imagine.

With a smile on his face, a slight spring in his step, and a leather carrying case in his right hand he made his way up to the front door, considering that her home was in a sense his home since she belonged to him, before knocking once, a single loud blow that echoed through her home to announce the arrival of her master.

The blow sounded throughout the house, making Lauren jump. She mumbled a few curses under her breath, though she wasn't sure what she was cursing: the man, herself, the situation, or some combination of the various parts. She knew that she had to move and move quickly, however, since she certainly didn't want to get her partner any angrier with her than he already seemed to be.

So Lauren slid to her feet, smoothing the dress as she walked her way through the house. Its tight make forced her to keep her legs fairly close together, hindering her movement. The heels she wore didn't help matters either. Lauren did have some experience in moving with them, however, so it didn't take her too horribly long to make it to the door. She opened it quickly, looking to the man who arrived.

"Hello there, sir," she said, her tone somewhere between joking and obedient, though she seemed to realize that wouldn't work. She forced down her smile and looked to her feet. "Welcome to my home," she said, turning to gesture, both ushering him further into her house and putting it on display for him. Lauren had a feeling that things were about to get rather rough rather quickly, and she could only hope to hold on for that inevitable ride.

Her house was nicer on the inside then it was on the outside and that was saying something. Michael had plenty of his own money but this was in a different league from his and he honestly had to admit that he was impressed. Perhaps he would bring some whores back some time in the near future, throw himself a little party and have his favourite milf fetch drinks and suck his cock between the different cunts that he would be stuffing. That idea had him grinning because he was sure the twisted bitch would probably love it as much as she hated it. Some time soon he would need to do just that, perhaps starting with the names that she had been ordered to find for him.

Of course it wasn't just the sight of the house that impressed him, Lauren was sex on legs at that moment and while it was clear that she had been annoyed that he was late he couldn't help but run his eyes over every inch of her, soon he would be ripping that dress apart just to get to what may beneath it... And he suspected it was expensive.

"Master..." He corrected her quickly as he stepped into the home and had a better look around, his expression bored and distant as though he wasn't impressed in the least by what he aaw. "You will address me as master if you want any mercy shown to you this weekend. Now since this is my first time here I will be patient with you, when I enter your home you will fetch a drink for me right away, preferably scotch... Run along and get it." He moved further into the house, as if he owned it, ignoring her and making his way to a comfortable couch that he proceeded to recline on, bag set aside. "When you get back I want to hear about those girls you can introduce me too."

Did Lauren pretty well expect her "master" to rip her dress, expensive as it was, from her body? Yes. She felt she could endure the cost and had essentially planned for it, as she'd tried to plan for several things. This did happen to include gathering up a decent stock of alcohol, though to be fair, Lauren had quite a few on hand.

It did not, however, mean preparing various girls or getting ready to provide their numbers. But Lauren opted not to mention that, not immediately. She noted his correction, though she remained silent, her lips nearly pursed. He looked nearly bored, which she supposed she should come to expect by now. His command was hardly a surprise, and soon Lauren was bowing her head and moving back.

Mere moments later, she returned, a pristine glass in one hand, a bottle of scotch in the other. Fine scotch, good scotch, and scotch that had clearly never been opened. Lauren had drank from this particular vintage before, actually enjoying a stiff drink on particularly cold nights, so she knew it to be an excellent one. She set these down next to her "master," adjusting them and nodding.

Then Lauren turned, finding a seat and taking it. She looked at him, wondering if she was supposed to pour him a drink or anything along those lines. She did recall that she was supposed to be supplying information. So, with a steely face, already knowing this was unlikely to go over well, she spoke: "I have not gotten information about any girls, master," she was so tempted to say sir again, "I'm afraid I'm just not in the position to do so, especially ones so inexperienced as you requested."

There, lay it out. How he thought that she'd even be able to do so was just beyond her.

There were a multitude of ways to demonstrate dominance over someone else, of course the most obvious one was to show physical strength, to make them do as you wanted but that was the most basic of ways and one that Michael didn't intend to employ just yet. He had plenty of time to do that later on, to force her to her knees and make her suck his cock or to bend her over and fuck her where ever he felt like it but for the time being he was content to display dominance with disinterest. It was her home that he walked into but he acted as though he owned the place, lounging on a couch, demanding a drink, and ignoring her beyond that.

Even as she returned with the scotch he didn't look directly at her but instead watched her from the corner of his eye, a big cat lounging and ready to pounce but for the time being content to continue lounging and observing. He took in her words, his face remaining passive and detached from any emotion. He hadn't expected her to have anything special for him just yet, no doubt she wasn't properly motivated and wasn't thinking in a creative enough fashion. It was a disappointment and she should be more careful not to disappoint him.

"Now I know you are wrong." He said when he finally spoke, speaking softly so she would need to actively listen to hear him. "You just don't realize it... You are a producer miss Graham, you have been working in Hollywood for years, and I have no doubt you know someone. I didn't ask you to bring the girls to me only to name three that you could put in touch with me... Three potential girls. Surely there must be some lie you could cook up, some deciet that could put me in the same room with another lovely starlet... You just haven't been motivated." The last few words dripped with menace as he finally sat upright and looked at her.

Slowly he reached towards the bottle, stripping the top and then opening it. "Now I will be finding ways to motivate you, I am a firm believer in the carrot and the stick." A quick motion and he took a pill from the bottle, setting it back down with a smile as he had clearly enjoyed the drink. "The stick in this case is a riding crop, fifteen inches long, bamboo wrapped in a thin layer of leather... Now you can either give me a name and receive a small reward or you can fail me and recieve the stick." She already was owed quite a few lashes, would she test him and recieve more?