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One of Hollywood’s biggest secrets is that of Emma Watson’s dungeon. It’s an open secret amongst the rich and famous, with many celebrities talking in hushed whispers about what goes on inside that woman’s elaborate basement. Those that claim to have been invited in have described as a place of pure sexual delight, where the most intimate fantasies are explored, all at the hands of the gorgeous brunette. Of course, all the stories barely scratch the surface. The celebrities that have been invited into her dungeon have sworn silence on what they experienced, knowing that breaking that silence will result in them no longer being invited to share in the delights of Emma Watson’s dungeon. However, she’s known to be quite selective as to those she allows entry to, with titan beauties of the film industry being plainly denied by her. Gorgeous, beautiful women such as Scarlett Johansson, Bella Thorne, and Megan Fox were refused upon their probing of the matter. For what reason, no one knows, ...

“So, Emma, it’s been seven years since you left the character of Hermione behind. What kind of misadventures do you think she would have been getting up to in that time?” The interviewer asked, taking Emma by surprise as a grin etched itself across her face. Of course, she had already intimately imagined what her character of Hermione would be getting up to, and naturally, her imagination would have rendered the entire interview completely inappropriate. But, it was that question that had prompted Emma to organise a long overdue girl’s night, because, unbeknownst to the public, the leading ladies of the Harry Potter franchise had more secrets that one could imagine.             Being a child actress can be difficult. It’s a rather laborious lifestyle and having those early relationships can be difficult. Which is why, by the age of sixteen, Evanna Lynch, Bonnie Wright and Emma Watson had taken comfort in each other and dev...

“Is that a fake penis?” Arya asked, those words causing Sansa to freeze instantly as she heard them. She didn’t even look around behind her, knowing exactly what she would see if she did. The situation was hardly favourable for her and had she only bothered to lock the door to her chambers, she would be submerged in sumptuous bliss. However, in her haste for satisfaction, she left the door ajar and the wandering eyes of her younger sister found themselves latched onto Sansa’s plump and entirely exposed rear end, perfectly framed by the crack in the door.             As for her reaction to the sight, Sansa was a little startled. Arya’s eyes were drawn to the object on the redhead’s desk, to the left of where the older sibling was standing. And it was in fact, as she described, a fake replica of a nine-inch wooden cock, varnished and polished to a glorious glimmer. As to why she had such an object, there was a story to tell. W...

DAY 01: Avril awoke with her hands cuffed behind her back, the metal rings biting and digging into her wrists. A tight swatch of cloth was tied around her mouth, gagging her and restricting her calls of dismay to mere meek whimpers. Wriggling back and forth, she only served to tighten the cuffs before she managed to roll to the edge of the bed, sitting with her legs dangling over the edge. She was in some grimy dungeon with paint peeling from the walls and rusted pipes rushing across the ceiling. Not to mention there were only two pieces of furniture: a wooden chair and the uncomfortably stiff bed on which she was sitting             There was a sound at the door, the rattling of heavy chains echoing through the small basement room and rousing Avril to her feet. She had to escape but was a little stunned and taken aback by her surroundings. As the door swung open, she clumsily attempted to run past the intruder, only to hav...