"It will never happen again."

Looks like your little plan to break Natalie didn't exactly work. You're a little disappointed in yourself. But mostly amused at her insistence. You suppress a smirk.

"I don't know what power you think you have over me, but I decide who I fuck, when I fuck, and why I fuck. Understand?" Natalie is so damn furious, it can't not be funny. "And you're going to apologize to me." She adds.

You laugh out loud.

It only makes Natalie angrier. "Know what, it doesn't matter if you apologize. Because I will never do anything like that for you again!"

***

A week later you're watching Natalie get triple penetrated again. But this time you've learned from your mistakes. You're doing things the way they should be done.

Two ebony strippers with horse-sized strap-ons take her ass and her cunt, as she bends over and lurches her mouth onto your foot. You feel the tip of your big toe poke a tonsil and she gags hard. Her slut makeup is already a mess, but it becomes more of a mess. Her deep red lipstick smudges, her blue and black mascara streaks down her cheek with a tear. Another stripper walks up, grabs a handful of her sweaty, tangled hair and shoves her throat deeper onto your toes. Her whole naked body wretches as it thrusts from the massive toys penetrating her orifices. Finally the stripper relents and Natalie pulls off, long streaks of thick saliva stretching from your toes to her lips.

She spits. "How was that?"

"Pathetic." You say.

She frowns. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry." Looks like you're not the one apologizing. Then she turns to the audience. "I'm so sorry."

It's a small but important audience that you've found for this special occasion. Four actresses turned directors. Natalie's heroes. After all, she never shuts up about how important it is for the industry to embrace female directors. She's even tried a few times, but not in any successful way. You figure, if they're that important, then they should get to see Natalie's true nature up close..

Olivia Wilde watches intently, in a tight tank top and short jean shorts. She looks angry. Jodie Foster arrived up in a blouse and pencil skirt. But the blouse is long gone. Now she caresses her decolletage above the bra that clasps her nice mature tits. Greta Gerwig is wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, and her right hand is far down in those jeans, rubbing away. And Angelina Jolie is wrapped in a tight black dress. She watches with amusement.

"Hit her already." Angelia says.

Why not? So you slap Natalie hard across the face. Spit flings off her lips across the room. She grunts.

"I can't believe how much you've been fucking things up for women in our industry." Olivia snips. Another tear rolls down Natalie's face. You can tell how much it hurts her to have women she respects witnessing her destruction. "As far as I'm concerned, she deserves everything you do to her."

The strippers currently pounding Natalie switch out with two others. There are 12 strippers in total at the club you've taken over. They each have their own strap-on and they wait their turn, some of them kissing and licking each other as they wait. It's amazing what you can accomplish when you have the power to control people.

Natalie looks at Olivia, then at you. "Yes... I'm so sorry for ever thinking I didn't deserve this. Please hurt me. I deserve it."

So you slap her again. You hear Angelina let out a little giggle. You didn't take her for the giggling type.

"Yes... I deserve that..." Natalie says. "Fuck me until I'm ruined." It's fun seeing her insistent again. But she's still making demands, which means she has a lot to learn.

You roll your eyes, then grab and yank at her sweaty hair. Her body still thrusts you from the strippers double fucking her. You glance over at them. Looks like they're triple fucking her. You're not sure how they managed to get another monster cock in her ass, but you're not surprised.

"Forget it. You're way too used up for me to risk putting my cock in. I'm not going to fuck you. But I'll fuck you up." You say.

Natalie almost smiles. At least she's learning what she's good for. "Yes..." she says breathlessly. "Then hit me again, please."

But again you roll your eyes. "You're not even worth that effort." You say. "Hit yourself."

And Natalie does. Gladly. One hand bracing herself on the floor, with the other she slaps herself across the face hard. Then again. Then again. Another tear rolls down her face she whimpers and moans.

"Excuse me." That's Jodie Foster's voice. You look over. Her bra is off now, as are Olivia Wilde's shorts and her hand is in her panties, rubbing away. Angelina seems to be the only one holding it together. But it's Jodie who speaks with a smirk. "Is there an audience participation element to this show? Because if you truly want to ruin her, there's only one thing to do."

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