2: Start

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The Plan went off without a hitch. Justin waited as his cadre of highly trained exotic warriors escorted each celebrity one by one.

They went from home to home, hotel to hotel and quietly escorted each woman under the grateful eyes of their caretaker. They then took them to a quiet little airport outside of the city and flew them to a private landing strip in Canada, where they were transferred to a helicopter, and flown to Justin's private mansion in the Yukon. The mind-controlled beauties were loyal and performed perfectly. They kept the ladies protected and maintained as those celebrities weren't conscious of what they were doing and only followed orders from their slaves. Untill they reached the mansion and were locked in their respective rooms deep in the underground bunker.

Justin watched them sleep on the security monitors. After several years of planning, and two lifetimes of dreaming, he'd done it. He had collected a harem of the most desirable celebrities on the planet, all that was left was to break them. To rob them of any resistance, and make them his for the rest of their lives.

A small part of- scratch that, a very Huge part of Justin wanted to just enter their rooms and rewire their brains to make them hopelessly fall in love with him. No! Worship him, but he controlled himself, he didn't want defective pieces.

Justin looked at Emma sleeping while cutely snoring, he decided her the first target as she was the most desirable for him. He prepared some light toys to play with her as he knew that the tone he set with the first, would inspire the obedience of the others, and if Emma fought back he might have to get quite rough with her which he didn't want even slightly.

Justin didn't just want slaves that he'd have to rape each time he wanted to have them, no… if he wanted such he could have brainwashed them. He wanted his harem girls to become addicted to his cock. To live their lives each day to please and serve their new master in whatever way he saw fit.

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Justin decided to start with Emma, he hoped that he could ensure her obedience with a proper first-time experience, and hopefully he wouldn't have to hurt her… too much. It had been his lifelong dream growing up to fuck the girl who had played Hermione Granger. To see her mind broken and humiliated, to beg him to fuck her every hole, and to delight in his every whim. He ordered Zenith, leader of his slaves to dress her in the skimpy Hermione outfit and take her to the punishment room.

Justin was waiting when Zenith brought her in. Emma's head was still lolling to the side, and drool had pooled in the corners of her mouth from the hours of deepest sleep she ever had.

"Put her on top of the table and chain her limbs," Justin ordered, as Zenith complied with a blank face.

The table was a very simple device, essentially a board with multiple shackles spread out to mobilise every part of the body. It has an electronic motor that can be used to change its position from flat to horizontal to other positions.

Justin used the remote control to change the flat surface to ninety degrees. In this position the device would keep her bent over, legs spread wide, and her arms safely held apart. Effectively keeping her immobile and in a very compromising position with easy access to all her luscious holes. While she was still out from the drugs, Zenith put a ring gag in her mouth, securing the leather strap tightly around the young starlet's head. "Anything else master?" Zenith asked.

"Nothing for now," responded Justin. "Just keep an eye on the others, start your security rotations, I want the girls monitored twenty-four seven. And be ready with the safeguards in case something should go wrong." Zenith nodded in assent and left the room.

Justin walked in a short circle around Emma as he released the sleep command from her mind. He waited for her to wake up as he didn't want to do anything beforehand. Her fear and pleasure would set the tone for subduing the rest of his little harem. As he moved behind her, he couldn't help but lift the short little black skirt with the orange trim of Gryffindor around the edges. Underneath were plain white cotton panties. Justin admired Emma's legs, and knelt there behind her. He slowly ran his hands up, starting at her ankles and coming to a stop at her thighs. He found his gaze drawn to those simple panties and felt his cock grow hard at what lay just behind that flimsy layer of cloth

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