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A Club for Capturing Stars {darkest_fate&Cerberus}

darkest_fate

darkest_fate

machina erotica
Joined
Dec 17, 2009
Location
the INTERNET
Emma Watson nervously adjusted her hair for what had to be the dozenth time that night. The beautiful light brown curls had been styled about her shoulders, surrounding her perfectly done face. Not a hair was really out of place: the curls working perfectly to frame her. Nor was the dress that her hands kept straightening disheveled. The tight black fabric clung to Miss Watson's lithe frame, emphasizing the delicious curves while still remaining subdued, not slutty. Plenty of room for her to dance, even on the black heels she wore.

Finally she arrived at the noisy club, stepping out and trying her best to avoid the fanfare. People were more used to celebrities attending events in this town, even celebrities from out of country. Emma headed to the bouncer, not at all surprised to find that Hilary had added her to "the list." Emma went in, not even carded, with a thank you.

Inside, the blaring music nearly blew Emma away. The club was filled with writhing bodies in all manner of dress, though most of the outfits had a sexual bend. Confused, Emma made her way through the crowd, accidentally bumping into a brunette whose outfit bordered on slutty. The smaller girl complained, nearly shoving Emma, though the Brit managed to beg off. Not strange that the microskirt and loose black shirt were allowed, even if you could see most of the teenager's sides. Emma thought she recognized the girl, but begged off anyway, heading toward the bar.

There, a vivacious blonde stepped out. "Emma! Glad you could make it! Sorry I didn't meet you at the door. You should have texted me." The voice belonged to the especially curvy Hilary Duff. The blonde was a few years older than her friend, and certainly had a more shapely body, her hips flaring. Both were quite striking as well, though Emma faired better on most polls. Hilary's outfit was another classy ensemble: tight white pants that showed off her firm ass and a button up vest that glistened silver in the dancing lights.

"Just relax, have fun! This club's supposed to be super awesome. I'm surprised we were able to get in!" said Hilary. Laughing, she hooked her companion's arm, leading her over. "Oh, I've got another friend here. Miley, you know, the Miley? She's over there, dancing."

Emma wasn't surprised to see the rude brunette from earlier pointed out. "I thought she looked familiar,' she muttered.

Hilary was at the bar, ordering them both drinks while they looked around. Since Hilary already had a few drinks in her, she was already flirty, waving coyly at guys and beckoning one or two over. Emma smiled too, though she was clearly in need of loosening up. Within a few minutes, Miley would join them, the girls getting ready to begin the night's festivities.
 
Drake had been working for the company for more then 3 years now and in that time he had become one of their best agent to find the "target" and retrive it for them before training them then handing them over to be sold. He sat back in his chair all dressed up. There was supposed to be a big party for Celebrities, some A list group who thought that they were untouchable that they wouldn't get caught and disappear like some of those B list stars. Laughing he got up and headed to his car and checked his trunk for all of the tools of his trade. His ropes, gags and chloroform. Getting into his Car he headed out from his house and into the city where the after party was being held.

Drake was able to slip into the party, conning many people into thinking he was someone important. His dark black hair and dark eyes always gave him an air of mystery. He chatted with stars and producers alike as he looked around for his next targets. Who would the company want now. it had to be someone really at the A list, someone who would actually cause a spark once she was kidnapped and never seen again. Then that would strike panic into them and make them know that they were not safe.

He knew that they operated all around the world. Some in shadows and some in plain sight of others. They were able to put themselves into top levels of government. who knew what position they held. But they were bringing these powerful women and taking them to become their slaves to show everyone they they were truly in power.
 
The girls took a shot and giggled amongst themselves. The night was theirs, the club was theirs. After all, wasn't like there was going to be a lot of A-list celebrities milling around the place. Plus, all three girls knew they were hot. Miley was already debating bringing a guy home, maybe two, while Hilary just wanted to see how many she tease. Emma was just there to relax, but even she was open to possibilities.

It was Hilary who moved first, working her way through the crowd to get back to the bar. At some point, she bumped into a dark haired man, someone darkly handsome. Stopping, she smiled up at him, apologizing and yelling about how crowded it was. She'd then try to start walking away, only minorly interested in his mystery. After all, she'd been around; she'd seen mysterious guys before.

They had partying to do.
 
It had been some time but drake made his way through the crowd watching everyone trying to find his next target. He noticed someone speaking to Hilary and who waved him over. He slowly walked over and gave a quick nod to one of his partners before her turned to face the popular diva.

Drake nodded and gently took her hand and kissed it. "Ah my dear Ms.Duff, I am Drake Ramerez." He gave her hand a light squeeze as he watched everyone making key notices of who was around. He also made notice of those whom he worked with that had infiltrated the party as well and who they had their eyes set one. Drake gave a quick nod to one of his brothers who was already heading out where one celebrity was headed out on her own.

He grinned and licked his lips just thinking about being able to control these stars. Knowing it was all a matter of time and soon it would come to grab these girls but first he had to think of a plan to be able to get them all alone and one by one so that no one would suspect anything until it was too late. "Well I must say Ms.Duff you are looking awfully well tonight I do hope that you are enjoying this party for now. who knows when the next time you'll get to really relax due to a hectic work timetable."

Drake did his best to act as any other star and human but deep down it enraged him as much as he knew it upset the prince that these far less superior and weaker creatures could even think that they were on the top of the food chain. Hell in history all the progress that was ever made was due to his own kind aiding the humans so that they could be used for their own purposes.
 
The gesture of good grace caught Hilary's attention more than anything. She let out a little gasp of surprise, then ended up introducing herself. She was acutely aware of her surroundings, half expecting that this man had come up to talk to her in order to increase his standing with his audience. Frankly, she didn't care. Such chivalry was very rarely seen, and Hilary was a bit of a sucker for it.

"Thank you, you're looking quite handsome yourself. It's so rare that we get a chance to relax and let our hair down. It's also nice not to see cameras everywhere," admitted Hilary. She laughed a little, smiling a cover-worthy smile, filled with white teeth.

Hilary's friends had moved about too, not wanting to sit still. Miley was already hitting the dance floor again, while Emma stuck closer to the bar, enjoying the atmosphere and nursing a drink. Drinks, actually, as the pretty Brit hardly had to try to get people to send them. She mostly just gathered them in front of her, like a bizarre trophy collection.

They were big girls, after all. They only needed to stay together every once in a while. Plus, nobody could go home with any guy if they were all so close. That didn't stop Hilary from looking away every so often, checking on the other two and making sure everyone was okay. Emma she wasn't worry about, but Miley had a tendency to overextend herself, thinking that she was more mature than she actually was. Damn teenagers.
 
Drake looked at Hilary and nodded. "Besides helping up and coming celebrity's career's to rise I also run a small import and export business for selective clients. Be it expensive cars, toys, girls and drinks, we can get what a client wants and deliver it to them. and for right now, you're wanted by someone." He smiled knowing that she had drank enough of the laced champagne to put her under its spell, to others she would just seem drowsy from drinking but she wouldn't be able to say or do anything, she would be a prisoner inside of her own body. "Just sit back and relax Hilary, it will all be over soon."

He looked at Hilary and grinned before gently helping her up from the seat. when a waiter walking by asked if she was okay he simply gave that she had a little too much to drink and he was getting her a cab to take home. He walked her out to the back before leaning her against a car. Once done he stripped her of her long white outfit and tucked it away, instead he dressed her into a short brown outfit, hose and shoes

It was a familiar dress to her but would of been a little shorter from the years but still showed off her womanly figure. He then tied her and placed her in the back seat before pulling out a small black card and opening it. The image looked to be of a boy no older then 17 but he had animal look to him, wild eyes almost like a predator. "You have her?..Good..you have the next target order as well." Drake nodded. "Yes my prince." He then turned and looked at Hilary. "Well your new master is the prince, feel lucky."

Drake then headed back into the party, His next orders were to capture the Actress known as Miley Cyrus.

The new outfit she is in http://i.imgur.com/ofTCK.jpg
 
"Excuse me?" was all Hilary got out before the darkness descended upon her. By the time she awoke, there would be no chance for struggle, no opportunity for escape. She would be placed in an outfit she recalled from a shoot some years back, though the fabric clung to her body tighter than ever now. Tied, too, with ropes binding her legs and biting in, not providing her the slightest room to maneuver.

Hilary tried to breathe deeply, to force herself to remain calm. It was highly unlikely that they'd get far before someone came to find her. Maybe even her friends would notice her missing and start asking around. Emma could figure it out. Miley wouldn't, but Emma would. Yes, Hilary just had to wait.

Miley was definitely not figuring it out, or even noticing much of anything. She was busy dancing, getting close to guys that she found hot, smiling up at them as her hot body ground near them. The music carried her away, as it always did, and her body undulated to its rhythms, finding the motions easy and practiced. She'd barely notice Drake in the crowd of admirers, unless he did something impressive.

Emma though, had started looking around, and found it quite odd that Hilary had disappeared. A text should answer any questions though, from bathroom to hottie. A quick press on an I-phone, and Emma would have her answer.
 
It was almost too easy to bring Miley Cyrus in as she was surrounded and they danced around they were near the back exit and as she moved to the back exit one of those dancing with her placed a cloth over her face and they held her as the drug would slowly take its toll on the young actress. She was then handed off to one of the handelers who tied and gagged her before handing her over to the one who had the van who placed her inside beside Hilary.

Other handlers watched as Miss Watson headed into the bathroom, Drake nodded and one of the attendants quietly walked over to the bathroom and locked it from the outside. He knew that no one else was inside and thus it would be no problem to set their plans in motion. It seemed that perhaps the hand dryer wasn't working properly or was it for as it was spouting off hot air it was also releasing a odorless, tasteless gas that would soon have the beautiful woman in a daze and easily controlled. Once it was well in the bathroom the aid walked in looking at Ms Watson. He laughed and walked over to her. "All right sweetie, lean against the wall and place your hands behind your back and make not a noise."

As that was going on Drake was eyeing the crowd . He knew some more stars were in this party and he knew they all had power but there was someone who he knew would just look great on his leash, collared to him like a simple pet. He was going to teach these people who really was in charge.
 
The dancing had left Miley lightheaded and susceptible as it was. She'd moved, she'd grooved, and the next thing she knew, she was outside. Head spinning, Miley had opened her mouth to protest, to ask where they were going or what was in store. Instead of answers, she received a cloth to the mouth. Panicking, Miley tried to scream, her lungs drawing deeply. Yet instead of pulling in air for a loud noise, those lungs instead drew in more of the gas. It was only a matter of seconds before the starlet went limp in her captors' hands, easy for them to transport as they would.

When Hilary didn't reply to Emma's text, the Brit got worried. She hurried into the bathroom, not thinking to check if anyone was in there. There was a mission to complete, and that was most important. Once there, Emma spent a few moments looking around, checking stalls and calling out for Hilary. Surely the girl would be here somewhere? No, wait, there wasn't anything.

Sighing, Emma moved to quickly wash her hands, trying to figure out where her friend and guide would have went. Instead, she heard an aid walking in. Emma turned, and found that the world had gotten a lot fuzzier. Her body felt light, almost airy, and listening to him made sense. She nodded, leaning against the wall. Hands went behind her back, her body obedient, even while her mind was trying to figure out how to react to that.

No matter how much noise Hilary made, she did nothing, except, perhaps, to tire herself out further.
 
The Aid walked over to Emma and ran his hand down her back to the edge of her dress before lifting it up and hooking his fingers to her panties and pulled them down her shapely legs before off. He then had her open her mouth and he stuffed her mouth with her panties and then pulled out some tape and gagged her then taped her hands behind her. Once he was done he was going to lead her away out a secret exit and to a waiting car where he had Ms.Watson lay down on the back of the seat.

Drake enjoyed the struggle Miley gave before the chemical would of moved through her body. Once she was his he admired her body for abit before he tied her up and put her in the passenger seat of his car while her limo was driven off by one of his partners. Drake laughed and kept driving as he got to the large cabin and pulled up where he hid the car. He got out and looked over at Hillary and licked his lips before calling over some help. They opened the door and pulled her out while he opened the other door and pulled Emma out and then Miley. He watched the girls as they held them and dragged them inside before tying them over to the pen and made sure they was locked it. Both Miley and Hilary would of started to come around and wake up but it was a little too late for them. both were tied to the wall of the pens and kept gagged.

They watched the girls as they were put into their cages and locked in and tied. The guards watched as they all woke up and moved around only to discover that they were bound and couldn't move. "well well well awake now are we?" Drake looked at Miley and grinned. "It won't do you any good to try and fight as there is nothing you can do about it. So now miss Cyrus, You will be trained next and its best you don't try to resist otherwise you risk yourself and your friends safety because when one screws up everyone else will be punished." He walked over to her running his hand against her cheek, letting his hand trail down over her waist, feeling the hose over her legs. "you look good and know that looks often please your master so you will do your best to make sure your appearance pleases your master."
 
Emma felt her dress lift, her panties sliding down. They were moderately simple: classically sexy, made of black silk with a touch of lace. Not that the man admired them, instead shoving them into Emma's mouth, letting her sample the taste of her nether regions for the first time. Her hands would soon be taped, and she'd soon be bidding farewell to consciousness, drifting off into a comfortable oblivion.

Hilary tried to pay attention, to memorize any detail, even if it be curves in the road. But she was dazed, nearly exhausted, and certainly in no condition to be doing much of anything. She eventually passed out, and wouldn't wake up till much later, when she was already bound to the wall. Miley would be waking up shortly after, and joining her friend in panic. Both cried out into their gags, surging against their bonds, trying to break free.

Emma would wake up shortly after that, and all three girls began panicking, pulling against their chains and making as much noise as possible. They only lapsed into silence when Drake appeared, explaining their situation. He approached Miley, and the young starlet tried to shrink away. Don't fight, or things will be bad for you. A hand rolled over Miley's body, and she looked down, trying to see what the creeps had left her in the way of clothing. Looked good.

Miley moaned against her gag, trying to struggle, to get free of the unwanted touch, testing the limits of her chains.
 
Drake watched the women and grinned as they struggled around. "There is no point in trying to resist. you are far from getting help or being rescued." He licked his lips looking at both of them before he had a guard over and whispered something to the guard. The guard nodded and called a few more over and they untied the women from the cells and pulled them out. They had them brought to a back room, stripped and changed into different outfits more suiting to show off themselves. Once changed they were brought to a room, and forced to lay on a bed on top of eachother and tied down onto eachother then tied to the bed. They were gagged with eachother's panties and vibbed while waiting for their new master.

Hillary on the other hand was left alone, still kept in the cells a few of the guards had watched her before someone else had come up to talk to the guards about acquiring her.

Drake walked in and looked at the two, running his hands along Ms.Cyrus's stocking clad legs before trailing his hands over Emma's hose clad legs. "mmhm looking good my pets, Now learn this the more you cooperate the more you will be rewarded, but should one of you resist, then the other is punished. So what one does will affect the other."

Miley's Outfit:
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Emma's outfit:
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No point? As if that would stop any of them from resisting. Emma stood out the most, violently jerking against her chains. Hilary held more still, but her mind was racing, trying to come up with ideas. Miley, for her part, mostly stood there and cried, desperate to do whatever it took to get out of there with the least amount of pain possible.

Still, all three went away as they were lead. Even Emma, who wanted desperately to break free, wasn't going to do so until she thought she had a good chance of actually escaping. They slid into the new outfits, not at all surprised to find them clingy, revealing every bit of their taut, young forms. And they followed as they moved to the room. At the suggestion of laying atop each other, Emma started to resist, but Miley pulled at her, shaking her head. They took position, the gags sliding into place.

Meanwhile, Hilary watched, uncertain as to what lay in store for her, and not at all looking forward to it.

Drake arrived, moving hands along the two girls' legs, and giving them the message as he had before. Miley nodded enthusiastically, while Emma stared blankly. She'd listen, and obey, but she wasn't going to suck up like her companion. She had better things to do, like come up with an escape plan.
 
A guard shook his head. "I wouldn't be like that if I were you." He looked over to notice a womman walking with what looked like a small kid but that kid also had 2 bodyguards following the woman. "Ah the young prince and lady Jolene." He smiled and looked at them. "Im assuming that lord Vao wants someone for Prince Abel's birthday gift, well we just got our new stock in so if he would like to see I would be more then happy to show you those whom we have." Abel looked around at all the girls as he spread out his arms to stretch them out before looking back at his mother then the bodyguards. Abel nodded and looked at Hillary before nodding. "I want her."

Drake looked at his two pets and grinned and licked his lips watching them as he gave Miley's ass a good swat as he played with the controls on the vibes that were busy stimulating the two girls.
 
All three girls had watched as the prince came in for his selecting purposes. All tensed, and all feared that she would be the choice. Yet the youngster picked Hilary, selecting her. The blonde nearly moaned with frustration, but instead bit her lip. Perhaps when they transferred her to the prince, she could use the opportunity to escape. Or maybe there was something more here, like he just wanted her for company or possibly even to perform for him.

Miley and Emma had no such fantasies. The buzzing of the vibes within them formed them all too harshly of their circumstances, how they were to be used for sex. The increased buzzing made it harder to think, harder for Emma to start coming up with escape plans of her own, harder for Miley to rein in her ever growing sexuality and lust. The brunette singer let out a throaty moan, her accent seeming to infect the words. Her body shook, and she even did a little dance, trying to press her thighs together for greater friction.

"Please," said Hilary, "won't you just let us go? We haven't done anything to you; we're innocent!"

Though she somehow doubted that someone who chose women as he did horses was likely to listen to pleas. She just knew she had to try.
 
The Bodyguard spoke with the cell guards and had Hilary pulled out and collared Abel looked at Hillary and smiled wrapping his tail around his waist. "good good." He looked over his new girl and smiled before he headed back with her having Hilary put into a car and driven, during the ride he held Hilary in his lap enjoying the short dress and hose she was in. "tell me how you will please your master."

Drake looked at Miley and Emma as they was tied down to eachother, their outfits lovingly showing off their bodies and the pantyhose did well to show off their legs . "Hmm what to do with you and how to train you." He grinned and walked over to Miley running a hand against her cheek while his other hand slid up along her legs to the edge of her dress before he stood up to admire Emma. "First of all you will do as I tell you to. You will not hesitate or resist. Doing so will result in either yourself getting punished or one of your friends getting punished."
 
Hilary tensed as she felt the... the tail wrapping around her. The girl couldn't hold back her panic, jerking back and resisting mightily. Being taken by someone normal and human was one thing, whatever this was was something else entirely. Hilary simply wasn't going to go willingly, and this seemed like a good way to start resisting. It would take some effort to even get her into the car, let alone start taking her away, with her acting like that.

Meanwhile, Emma and Miley squirmed against their bondings, pressing against one another. The shifting made their dresses ride up, baring more of their lower halves. Miley winced at feeling the cheek, then the hand along her dress. The girl ended up moaning, and it was at least partially in frustration from the mounting arousal.

Emma on the other hand, was feeling frustrated along with her flustering. "You've already said that!" she snapped. "Several times."

She shivered as the buzzing seemed to intensify. In fact, Miley even squirmed to try and grind against Emma now, for while neither girl was a lesbian, they both wanted friction and heat, and were tied to sources of both.
 
Drake watched Emma and Miley and looked at them and licked his lips. "I want you kneeling, begging for your master to tie up his pets and have his way with his pets. That you are here only to serve your master and know only how to serve and please your master. Now tell me about the dress you have on and how you look and feel in it.,Then my pet tell me all the ways I can tie you in that outfit and all the ways I can fuck you while your tied. Do as you were told my pet and you may just get to have your master's hands all over you." He grinned and untied Emma and Miley and made the two of them kneel in front of him on their knees as they tried to please him with her words. His eyes traveled over their bodies over over the lovely outfits and how they hung to their every curve.

Abel looked at Hilary and shook his head as he kept pressed against her during the trip but he sent a small shock through her body when she stayed silent. "I would advise you to do all that you are told my pet unless you want me to punish you." Abel watched Hilary and grinned licking his lips. "Now I would tell you to do as you were told and answer my previous order." He held onto her letting his hands move over her breasts which he gave a squeeze while he trained another hand along her hosed legs. "I can tell that you will prove a fun challenge. but it will have to wait till after the party which is a few days, but in the meantime you will be trained."
 
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