Emilia Clarke

She looks used up, exhausted, more even than Scarlett and Natalie. Her body is covered in sweat. Her hair is a wet, cum-filled mess. Her makeup is ruined, her lipstick is smeared. And she has the letters “WST written in lipstick above a pair of red, slapped-up tits.

“What did you do to her?” You ask the guy, eager to know.

“She was half like this when I found her.” He says. “I guess what happened was, someone brought in like 10 big cocked guys to share and they all decided they wanted Emilia. The other girls left in disgust. I guess these two...” he points at the remnants of Scarlett and Natalie” stayed to watch, but ultimately were **** to get off in the pathetic way we found them.”

Suddenly it occurs to you. Maybe all the sass Scarlett was giving was actually overcompensating.

The guy you’re with, who you’re starting to appreciate as a kindred spirit, hurls Emilia’s body next to Scarlett’s.

You kneel down next to her and note that she’s conscious. Then you point at the writing on her tits. "What's that?" You ask.

She answers exhaustedly. "W...S...T.... Worthless Slut Toy."

You look up again at the guy with you. "Did you do that or did you find her like that?"

"I did it!" Emilia interrupts, her eyes glazed with lust and submission "Because it's true."

The guy laughs. "Those guys who came in must have really fucked her up. I just fucked her up the rest of the way. Though I suppose she might have already been naturally fucked up. When I found her she was muttering something about 'studio head' I don't know if that means the guys who beat us here were in charge of movie studios or if she was looking for a studio to give head in. I didn't really care."

"Did you hear that?" You ask Emilia. "He doesn't care about you." You smile.

"Because I'm a... worthless slut toy..." she says.

You grab her by her ratty brown hair and pull her up to see Scarlett. "Know what that is?"

"Another worthless slut toy."

"But she doesn't know it." you say. "she thinks she's worthy slut toy. Will you wake her up and help her out?"

"Yes sir." Emilia answers immediately, then crawls up to Scarlett's limp body, straddles her neck and gives her a little slap. Scarlett doesn't react. So she gives her face a harder slap. Still nothing.

"Do better!" you say with a real hint of severity in your voice

So Emilia scoots up so her crotch is right above Scarlett's face and lets out a gushing stream of piss. At this Scarlett wakes up gasping. Piss pours into her gasping mouth, covers her face, soaks her hair, and rolls off in all directions, puddling on the floor

You jump over, not content to just watch, "Tell her she's a worthless slut toy." you say. But Emilia doesn't. She just laughs. That, you decide deserves some punishment so you grab both famous toys by the hair, flipping them around face down onto the wet ground. "Lick!" You demand.

Scarlett dazed and clearly confused sticks her tongue into the piss puddle and laps at it as told. Emilia, much more clear headed and eager slurps it up gladly and swallows, over and over and over.

That lasts for a good five seconds and then it's time for something new. You lift the girls up to their feet. They're like rag dolls in your hands. You shove Scarlett against a nearby wall and Emilia against her, facing her. You slap Emilia's plump ass hard and like the domino effect, Emilia responds by slapping Scarlett right in the cunt. Scarlett, her eyes still fluttering in semi-consciousness, groans loudly. You slap again. Emilia slaps again. Then you reach your hand between Emilia's thighs. Her pussy is wet and loose, already ruined. So you spit in your hand, slick up her asshole and quickly shove your member inside her.

As you thrust into Emilia, you turn your head, curious about the depravity of the rest of the room. The AT&T girl is on her knee, face in the piss puddle, hesitantly licking at it. She's trying to expand her timidity. A few feet away one of the guys is slapping Olivia Munn hard. "Fuck yes! I'm a slut toy!" She says. It's cute that she's still trying to compete with the A-listers. Beside them, the random girl, Becca, and the kindred spirit guy are hard at work on Natalie. The guy lies on the ground, legs spread. Natalie's face is deep in his asshole. After a few seconds she slides her tongue up out of it, across his balls, and to his cock where Becca's lips bob up and down. There are a hundred strands of slimy, gooey spit and precum connecting every inch of his cock and taint and Natalie and Becca's lips. That leaves the remaining girl. She's behind Natalie her hand planted deep inside the actress's gaping cunt.

You're brought back to your spot by the sound of Scarlett yelping. Emilia has leaned down, wrapped her teeth around Scarlett's left nipple and bitten down hard. Damn, the girl really is fucked up.

She pulls back, a little trickle of blood slipping down her lips, then goes to give Scarlett a kiss, but Scarlett lunges toward her, teeth chomping, eager to do a little biting herself.

Still you thrust and thrust in Emilia's ass.

Emilia greets Scarlett's open mouth with her open hand, fingers spread and curled, taking her chompers out of the equation. Scarlett gags and hisses. Saliva rolls out of the corners of her pretty thick lips. Emilia spits on her face. Then again.

"Tell her she's a worthless slut toy," you command. Again Emilia just laughs.

So you hurl both girls to the floor and quickly jump down with them. Emilia gets back onto all fours, knowing the position that's expected of her and you shove your cock back into her asshole. Scarlett stays on her back. So, with your weight on your left knee, you take your right foot and put it on Scarlett's face, pushing down on her hard.

And that's when you see it. It's in her eyes. They gloss over giving into her confusion. She's not going to recover. Fuck, maybe she'll never recover. She opens her mouth and begins to slick her tongue over and between your toes. Then she wraps her sultry lips around your big toe and pushes it into her as far as possible, trying to take it deep and gag on it like a good slut toy.

You feel ready to burst and do so, depositing your load in Emilia's ass, but there's no time to take a moment post-climax, you slide yourself out of Emilia and you pull your toe from Scarlett's mouth and then redeposit it in her cunt. You slip your foot between her spreading thighs and shove it into her wet snatch as deep as it goes. Scarlett thrusts her body against it.

Meanwhile Emilia is squatting to let your cum drip free of her asshole. As she leans down to lick it off the floor you instruct her. "That's for sharing." So Emilia leans in near Scarlett's red, sweaty face, and much to your and Scarlett's surprise, takes her hand, opens Scarlett's right eye wide, and spits the cum right into it.

"Tell her she's a worthless slut toy," you say. Again Emilia cackles and this time she earns herself a hard slap across the face. "What the fuck is the problem?" You ask.

"She already knows." Emilia smiles. "We all already know."

You pull your foot out of Scarlett then lean in close to her once pretty face, now a sweaty mess with cum dripping out of one bloodshot eye. "What are you?" You ask.

"I'm a worthless slut toy." Her mouth drops open and her tongue hangs out as she nods her head eagerly. Then you look at Emilia. "What are you?"

"It says so right here." She points to her tits where the lipstick "WST" has long since worn off from a combination of piss and spit and rubbing against Scarlett. "It always says so... it never goes away."

Just then you hear the clearing of a throat and you suspect something is up. You turn to see five big security guards at the doorway looking very unhappy about what's going on. Well, you kinda expected this. You did barge into the A-listers' VIP room and wreak havoc. Sure the studio heads did too, but you suppose they can do whatever they want.

"You gonna go nicely or are you gonna put up a fight?" one of the big security dudes asks.