Emma Watson

One might wonder if the Fates have banded together to make Emma Watson’s life a torturous affair or if it was merely poor luck that caused the sudden change in the actress’s life.

Perhaps she should be grateful that she had taken a step back from the glamor of Hollywood, least she would be **** to walk the red carpet garbed in latex and restraints like many of her contemporaries. Their restrictive clothing was no longer a fashion statement, but a mandatory treatment ordered by the Sexual Activities Bureau to prevent the spread of the Nympho Virus.

The same virus that Emma found to be ridiculous mere months prior now infected almost forty percent of the female population. A steep number to be sure, as Emma looked out her bedroom window in worry knowing that she had all but blasted the virus and made an open statement that she would not follow the Gag Order. Her mind believing the virus to be nothing more than a joke crafted by men as an excuse to see women grovel in silence before them.

Now she wasn’t so sure as the young British Actress had chosen to quickly return to her home in London rather than remain in the US where the laws were stricter. Yet she could not help but worry at the repercussions her actions might have given several females who agreed with her statement were either in the critical stages of infection or placed under mandatory restraint.

She knew they would come after her, celebrity or not, and she knew that the press would have a field day trying to snap a photo of Emma being hauled away in chains or worse.

Feeling her body’s warmth despite the cold London Spring Emma knew she was infected with the Nympho Virus just like so many others before her. Yet she refused to accept any help in favor of isolating herself in a cottage far away from the rest of the world and treating herself with sex toys rather than allowing Sexual Activities Bureau to assign her a partner or worse.

With self-care in mind, Emma Watson purchased the necessary sex toys and restraints under an alias and prepared to make an escape to the cottage before anyone was the wiser.

Packing the necessities for a month-long trip Emma made her final rounds down the steps of her London home dressed in a blue buttoned-up dress and not much else. The lack of any panties or even a bra would be obvious for anyone who knew where to look curtesy of the body developing an allergy to knickers apparently. A symptom of the virus Emma prayed that she had everything as she quickly ran down the steps of her home, a purse slung on her shoulder and a light coat draped over her arm as an emergency.

She knew she wouldn’t need it of course but if anyone caught the actress walking about in such a thin dress then her plans would be ruined. So, Emma took the coat and was prepared to make her escape towards her car when her door alarm notified her that someone was at the gate.

Panicked Emma barely made it halfway down the steps before the front door was knocked off it’s hinges by a man in tactical gear.

“SAB EMMA WATSON FREEZE!” The man shouted, training a stun pistol at the actress with the intention of disabling her if necessary.

Quickly reacting in fear Emma screamed while her body moved on its own by raising her hands high into the air, dropping her coat and allowing her purse to slide down the length of her arm in the process.

Approaching the frightened Emma the SAB Agent quickly peeled a prepared strip of duct tape and smothered it over the actress’s lips before she could even react. The look of fear was reflected off the man’s gas mask as the sound of Emma’s muffled protests could be heard through the gag.

Slapping three additional strips over her mouth before Emma could even resist the **** of the action sent the actress sprawling back onto the stairs, her hands instinctively reaching out in her vain attempt to fight back.

Yet it was all for naught as the man grabbed Emma by the wrist and pulled her back up before shoving her forward down the last few steps until her feet touched the ground floor. Her arms were then pulled behind her back and restrained in zip-ties as another man quickly entered the room dressed in the same garb as the first man.

It was then Emma noticed that they both had cameras attached to their helmets as the actress’s muffled protests were met with a hair pull from the first assailant, his words making it clear that they were not here for pleasantries.

“Emma Watson you are in violation of Code 5, 33, and 87 of the Sexual Activities Protocol. Deacon search her.” The first man announced, his voice distorted by the gas mask as he held Emma by the arms to prevent her escape.

Approaching Emma swiftly the man reached out and ripped the front of Emma’s dress clean open, spending buttons sprawling across the floor and exposing her breasts to the duo and anyone else watching.

Humiliated Emma screamed and attempted to escape the man’s grasp as his partner reached out and grabbed the actress by the breasts.

“Red nipples.” He announced before reaching down and ripping open the skirt portion of Emma’s dress as well.

Noting the actress was not wearing panties his gloved fingers brushed up against her pussy, sending a sudden influx of pleasure through Emma’s body and causing it to straighten before squirting out love juice onto the man’s gloved fingers. An action that humiliated Emma of course as she blushed at the action and refused to look the man in the eyes when he gave his next report.

“We got a squirter alright. Base what do you recommend?” He asked knowing that there were only three options left for the actress.

The first was to take her to the nearest hospital to be examined by a professional so they could see the extent of her infection.

Second was to remain here and perform an onsite examination utilizing standard SAB Equipment to confirm viral infection.

The third was to walk her out in cuffs towards the nearest prison for violating the Sexual Activities Protocol and allowing an unknown number of other females to be infected.

Personally, he hoped for the second option as it had been a while since he had to examine a possible infection. The thought made his cock becoming erect, tightening his pants of course but making it rather easy for him to perform the tests in a rapid manner.

What does the base recommend?

A) Hospital

B) Home

C) Jail

D) Elsewhere (Ideas)

As always ideas and additional chapters are welcomed.