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[Erenisch] Novella.
- Thread starter xxfluffydeathxx
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souvik912002
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Is the JOURNEY novella finished?
Can someone post the whole JOURNEY novella in pdf version ?
Please reply.
Can someone post the whole JOURNEY novella in pdf version ?
Please reply.
sexy10
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@xxfluffydeathxx could you update the novella's this month?
academia
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I think he's talked about this before if not, the novellas are on a higher tier than he pays for
xxfluffydeathxx
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I haven't been subscribed to the $12 tier for awhile. I have essentially been waiting until enough chapters have come out. Only issue is that I've somewhat forgotten about the novellas for a long time. I plan on resubscribing sometime this week and I'll try to post them all in the thread.
sexy10
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That is what i thought happend, thanks for subscribing again.
Kaige
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Thanks for subscribing again+1
I hope you can consider posting "The Call"
I am a big fan of Miss Yummycunt and really want to read that novella!
xxfluffydeathxx
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Lawsuit series.
“Okay boys, leave me alone with our guests for a while. For half an hour… No, a full hour, let’s say. I think I’ll go though all their holes at least twice.”
“Fine!” scoffed George. “I guess you earned it. I want to play with the teach and her tyke anyway. Let’s go and take our loyal cunts out of the trunk, boys.”
Darren closed the door to the shack after the other four left. He turned and smiled. The two tied women held their breath as he walked over and leaned against the wall.
“I know you can’t wait for the rape to begin, ladies,” he started, “but I think we should relax first, eh? Just listen to the sounds of the forest, the wind, the birds, the creek nearby...”
The moment he stopped talking, a loud scream was heard, followed by begging, slaps, muffled groans, more slaps, and distressed moaning. They could hear two females being treated roughly out there. A teenager and an older woman, sounded like.
“Ah yes! These would be Commoncunt and Cumcuntling,” explained Darren. The daughter is a recent addition, but we bought the mother many months ago. Our anniversary is approaching, actually. I should get her something nice, I guess. Cutlery, or a branding iron, perhaps? Anyway, we trained her long and hard, all five of us. Each with a different style, mind you, so it’s a miracle she survived this long without going insane, that poor poor woman.”
He patted Cassie on the head and grinned ominously. “I wonder if you could survive it too, Stupid. If we decide to keep you after we’re done with you, of course. Tell me, you received any service training? A cocksucking certificate, maybe? You don’t look like you had proper pony or puppy training.”
Cassie clenched her teeth and shook her head.
“No? That’s bad. Training an older woman can be fun, but we already done that with our former teacher out there. I don’t think the boys would be interested in deprogramming another useless middle-aged whore.”
He walked around and put his hand on the woman’s round butt, then started to stroke and grab freely.
“Very good. Certainly much better than I expected. You are well-preserved, aren’t you? Smooth skin, perky butt…” She slapped her on both cheeks and watched them jiggle. Cassie bit her lip and suppressed a shriek. He snickered and moved his fingers into her crack, then traveled down. He made a little circle around her tightened butthole and went further south, slowing down to tease her perineum and finally reaching her womanhood. Cassie closed her eyes with embarrassment when his finger slipped in her very wet hole.
“Oh, don’t be ashamed, Stupid,” said Darren, as he started to move his finger around the slippery pink flesh of her vulva, following the contours of her inner labia. “Of course you’d be wet. Your body was way ahead of your confused mind. It probably realized what would happen the moment I stepped out of the car, and started to prepare for the inevitable. It’s not betraying you, it’s trying to protect you. Make the rape easier and less painful for you.”
He walked around and crouched in front of the woman, looking directly into her teary eyes.
“I think you should thank your pussy, Stupid.”
Cassie looked at the man, befuddled.
“Thank your pussy. Now!”
“T-thank you, my p-pussy,” the woman stammered in fear.
“For?”
“F-for protecting me from pain?”
“And?”
“For preparing me for the inevitable rape,” she sobbed.
“There you go. You’re a very smart woman, Stupid,” snickered the young man.
“Please… please call me, Cammie,” begged Cassie.
“Ah? You told us your name was Connie before. I’m starting to think you‘re lying to me, Stupid.”
“S-sorry,” stammered the woman in total confusion. “I can’t… I’m not…”
“Of course you’re lying to us,” laughed the boy. “It was obvious from the start. You are running away from your CMR, or perhaps the law. I can easily confirm that. Take your pictures, upload them to the Registry, and the face recognition software will immediately tell me who you are. Do you want me to do that?”
“No!” interjected Bonnie with a trembling voice. “Her name is Cassie. And I’m Bonnie. These are our real names, I swear to god. Please don’t…”
“Cassie and Bonnie, eh? What beautiful names! Certainly better than Stupid and Unlucky.” Darren stood up and approached the young girl tied spread-eagled on the dirty mattress. He sat down and put his hand gently on her left cheek. “Don’t worry, sweet Bonnie. I don’t really care if you are running from an asshole or the law. Here, deep in the woods, there are no CMRs or state to take you away. Out here, we are the law. And the law is simple. We command, you girls obey. We fuck you, and you serve us. Is that clear and simple enough for you?”
She nodded frantically.
“No, I want to hear from both of you. Is that clear?”
“Yes Sir,” they replied in unison.
“There you go. Now, since we know that you’re runaways, we cannot take you back to civilization. We have to keep you here, in this shack, indefinitely. It’s a mutually beneficial solution, if you think about it. You’ll be safe from whomever’s chasing you, and we’ll have two extra sets of holes to fuck. Isn’t that great?”
“Y-you won’t let us go after this?” asked Cassie with tears flowing down her cheeks.
“After this? What do you mean by ‘this?’ This rape? This month? This year?” He started to play with Bonnie’s well-adorned chest absentmindedly. He pinched her nipples, pulled them up and shook her tits like water balloons. “I used the word ‘indefinitely,’ didn’t I? I mean, Bonnie here will certainly stay with us for a very long time. I can tell you that for certain. She is just too young and pretty and fuckable to let go.” He turned to Cassie and pursed his lips mockingly. “You, on the other hand. We can just terminate you today, after we each have a go. What do you think? You prefer that?”
“Please,” begged Cassie. “Please don’t… don’t kill me. I can be… I can be grateful… Please!”
“Darren laughed out loud and slapped Bonnie’s big tits. “Relax, mommy. I’m just teasing you. You may not be as fuckable as this mint-condition rapetoy, but you’ll be useful to us, most definitely.”
He put his fingers over Bonnie's pussy and fingered her for a few seconds to make sure she was wet too. Then he stood up and walked around the bed, stopped facing Bonnie’s inviting crotch, and unzipped his pants.
“Can you guess how? Just give an ear to the screams for a moment.” He waited for the two to listen to the sounds of the ongoing double violation outside. The woman was begging her four masters to hurt her instead of her daughter as the younger one screamed bloody murder. A few moments later, the roles were reversed with the mother screaming and the daughter begging. “That’s the best part of owning a mother-daughter set,” Darren continued as he took his place between Bonnie’s spread legs and prepared to penetrate her young tight pussy. “You can make them do anything you want by threatening to hurt the other. No proper training required. It’s a cheat code, really.”
“You want a demonstration?” Cassie shook her head, but Darren didn’t even acknowledge her response. Instead, he pressed his cock against the entrance of the young girl’s womanhood, parting her outer labia and slathering it with her fresh juices. “Bonnie, tell me you love me more than anything and want to my mindless sex pet forever. If you don’t, I will take a big stick and impale your mommy with it.”
“I… love you more than anything,” stammered Bonnie, with tears gushing out of her eyes. “I want to be your mindless sex pet forever.”
Cassie closed her eyes and bit her lip. Darren entered Bonnie. She let out a scream that transformed into a confused moan as it died down. He stopped with his member fully buried in the girl and waited for her body to react. Her muscles contracted and embraced the intruder, against her will. She was created for this.
Bonnie knew that well already. She just hated it.
“Shame.” He commented. “I was hoping you’d be a virgin. I never had a virgin before. Hard to find one these days.” He pulled his dick out and stood up. He went over to the wall of whips and grabbed a mean looking paddle. “So disappointing. I guess I have to beat your whorish cunt up first to work out that anger.”
He raised the tool of torment and prepared to strike the girl on the pussy. She closed her eyes and held her breath in terror.
“Wait!” screamed Cassie. “Please stop! Please fuck me instead. I’m… I’m a virgin!”
A New Home
“Okay boys, leave me alone with our guests for a while. For half an hour… No, a full hour, let’s say. I think I’ll go though all their holes at least twice.”
“Fine!” scoffed George. “I guess you earned it. I want to play with the teach and her tyke anyway. Let’s go and take our loyal cunts out of the trunk, boys.”
Darren closed the door to the shack after the other four left. He turned and smiled. The two tied women held their breath as he walked over and leaned against the wall.
“I know you can’t wait for the rape to begin, ladies,” he started, “but I think we should relax first, eh? Just listen to the sounds of the forest, the wind, the birds, the creek nearby...”
The moment he stopped talking, a loud scream was heard, followed by begging, slaps, muffled groans, more slaps, and distressed moaning. They could hear two females being treated roughly out there. A teenager and an older woman, sounded like.
“Ah yes! These would be Commoncunt and Cumcuntling,” explained Darren. The daughter is a recent addition, but we bought the mother many months ago. Our anniversary is approaching, actually. I should get her something nice, I guess. Cutlery, or a branding iron, perhaps? Anyway, we trained her long and hard, all five of us. Each with a different style, mind you, so it’s a miracle she survived this long without going insane, that poor poor woman.”
He patted Cassie on the head and grinned ominously. “I wonder if you could survive it too, Stupid. If we decide to keep you after we’re done with you, of course. Tell me, you received any service training? A cocksucking certificate, maybe? You don’t look like you had proper pony or puppy training.”
Cassie clenched her teeth and shook her head.
“No? That’s bad. Training an older woman can be fun, but we already done that with our former teacher out there. I don’t think the boys would be interested in deprogramming another useless middle-aged whore.”
He walked around and put his hand on the woman’s round butt, then started to stroke and grab freely.
“Very good. Certainly much better than I expected. You are well-preserved, aren’t you? Smooth skin, perky butt…” She slapped her on both cheeks and watched them jiggle. Cassie bit her lip and suppressed a shriek. He snickered and moved his fingers into her crack, then traveled down. He made a little circle around her tightened butthole and went further south, slowing down to tease her perineum and finally reaching her womanhood. Cassie closed her eyes with embarrassment when his finger slipped in her very wet hole.
“Oh, don’t be ashamed, Stupid,” said Darren, as he started to move his finger around the slippery pink flesh of her vulva, following the contours of her inner labia. “Of course you’d be wet. Your body was way ahead of your confused mind. It probably realized what would happen the moment I stepped out of the car, and started to prepare for the inevitable. It’s not betraying you, it’s trying to protect you. Make the rape easier and less painful for you.”
He walked around and crouched in front of the woman, looking directly into her teary eyes.
“I think you should thank your pussy, Stupid.”
Cassie looked at the man, befuddled.
“Thank your pussy. Now!”
“T-thank you, my p-pussy,” the woman stammered in fear.
“For?”
“F-for protecting me from pain?”
“And?”
“For preparing me for the inevitable rape,” she sobbed.
“There you go. You’re a very smart woman, Stupid,” snickered the young man.
“Please… please call me, Cammie,” begged Cassie.
“Ah? You told us your name was Connie before. I’m starting to think you‘re lying to me, Stupid.”
“S-sorry,” stammered the woman in total confusion. “I can’t… I’m not…”
“Of course you’re lying to us,” laughed the boy. “It was obvious from the start. You are running away from your CMR, or perhaps the law. I can easily confirm that. Take your pictures, upload them to the Registry, and the face recognition software will immediately tell me who you are. Do you want me to do that?”
“No!” interjected Bonnie with a trembling voice. “Her name is Cassie. And I’m Bonnie. These are our real names, I swear to god. Please don’t…”
“Cassie and Bonnie, eh? What beautiful names! Certainly better than Stupid and Unlucky.” Darren stood up and approached the young girl tied spread-eagled on the dirty mattress. He sat down and put his hand gently on her left cheek. “Don’t worry, sweet Bonnie. I don’t really care if you are running from an asshole or the law. Here, deep in the woods, there are no CMRs or state to take you away. Out here, we are the law. And the law is simple. We command, you girls obey. We fuck you, and you serve us. Is that clear and simple enough for you?”
She nodded frantically.
“No, I want to hear from both of you. Is that clear?”
“Yes Sir,” they replied in unison.
“There you go. Now, since we know that you’re runaways, we cannot take you back to civilization. We have to keep you here, in this shack, indefinitely. It’s a mutually beneficial solution, if you think about it. You’ll be safe from whomever’s chasing you, and we’ll have two extra sets of holes to fuck. Isn’t that great?”
“Y-you won’t let us go after this?” asked Cassie with tears flowing down her cheeks.
“After this? What do you mean by ‘this?’ This rape? This month? This year?” He started to play with Bonnie’s well-adorned chest absentmindedly. He pinched her nipples, pulled them up and shook her tits like water balloons. “I used the word ‘indefinitely,’ didn’t I? I mean, Bonnie here will certainly stay with us for a very long time. I can tell you that for certain. She is just too young and pretty and fuckable to let go.” He turned to Cassie and pursed his lips mockingly. “You, on the other hand. We can just terminate you today, after we each have a go. What do you think? You prefer that?”
“Please,” begged Cassie. “Please don’t… don’t kill me. I can be… I can be grateful… Please!”
“Darren laughed out loud and slapped Bonnie’s big tits. “Relax, mommy. I’m just teasing you. You may not be as fuckable as this mint-condition rapetoy, but you’ll be useful to us, most definitely.”
He put his fingers over Bonnie's pussy and fingered her for a few seconds to make sure she was wet too. Then he stood up and walked around the bed, stopped facing Bonnie’s inviting crotch, and unzipped his pants.
“Can you guess how? Just give an ear to the screams for a moment.” He waited for the two to listen to the sounds of the ongoing double violation outside. The woman was begging her four masters to hurt her instead of her daughter as the younger one screamed bloody murder. A few moments later, the roles were reversed with the mother screaming and the daughter begging. “That’s the best part of owning a mother-daughter set,” Darren continued as he took his place between Bonnie’s spread legs and prepared to penetrate her young tight pussy. “You can make them do anything you want by threatening to hurt the other. No proper training required. It’s a cheat code, really.”
“You want a demonstration?” Cassie shook her head, but Darren didn’t even acknowledge her response. Instead, he pressed his cock against the entrance of the young girl’s womanhood, parting her outer labia and slathering it with her fresh juices. “Bonnie, tell me you love me more than anything and want to my mindless sex pet forever. If you don’t, I will take a big stick and impale your mommy with it.”
“I… love you more than anything,” stammered Bonnie, with tears gushing out of her eyes. “I want to be your mindless sex pet forever.”
Cassie closed her eyes and bit her lip. Darren entered Bonnie. She let out a scream that transformed into a confused moan as it died down. He stopped with his member fully buried in the girl and waited for her body to react. Her muscles contracted and embraced the intruder, against her will. She was created for this.
Bonnie knew that well already. She just hated it.
“Shame.” He commented. “I was hoping you’d be a virgin. I never had a virgin before. Hard to find one these days.” He pulled his dick out and stood up. He went over to the wall of whips and grabbed a mean looking paddle. “So disappointing. I guess I have to beat your whorish cunt up first to work out that anger.”
He raised the tool of torment and prepared to strike the girl on the pussy. She closed her eyes and held her breath in terror.
“Wait!” screamed Cassie. “Please stop! Please fuck me instead. I’m… I’m a virgin!”
xxfluffydeathxx
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Lawsuit
Revaluation
The room fell silent for the next several minutes while the prosecutor read the case file. Shay tried to understand what kind of shit they were in from his facial expressions, but his plump face gave nothing away. Most of it was obscured by his bushy moustache anyway.
After an unnerving spell, the man dropped the file back on the pile. “This is an unusual case,” he started. “Normally, trespasses rarely reach my desk. People generally go to arbitration and settle the dispute among themselves. They pay hymen money for unlawful devirginizations, or compensation for damages. And this is for the men, of course. I have never seen a case where the females involved brought in for trial.”
“Yes, Your Honor,” interjected Sofia Necia, the girls’ legal representative. “We were hoping you’d see how strange Mr Stevenson’s request was. I’m glad you have-”
“I didn’t finish, slut,” said the man sternly. “If you interrupt me again, I’ll have you flogged for an hour. Front and back this time.”
“Excuse me, Your Honor,” she replied and bowed her head.
The man stood up and walked around the desk, which made all three women flinch in fear. Instead of approaching them, he sat back next to pile of files and crossed his arms. “As I said, this is an unusual case for a trespass, because it’s not just a trespass.”
A beep was heard. Sofia straightened up nervously.
“Is that your phone, Slut Necia?”
“Yes, Your Honor,” she replied timidly. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t-”
“I think I know what it is. Must be your boss. Go on, check the message.”
Sofia looked into the man’s eyes for a second to see if he was being sarcastic or not, then picked her phone out of her briefcase with shaky hands. She looked at the message. Her eyes widened.
“There it is,” grinned the prosecutor. “Now you know why I’m going to keep these two morons here, don’t you?”
Sofia swallowed and looked at the girls, who were still unable to understand what was going on.
“In… in that case, Your Honor,” Sofia started, “I’ll formally request… I… my clients to be allowed to wear chastity belts and masks until the trial.”
“Request denied,” laughed the man. “You know prisoners are not allowed to wear anything in here. For their own safety, of course.”
Sofia bowed her head in defeat. The two girls, who were now more confused than before, started to cry again.
He tapped on the files loudly to silence the sobbing girls and turned to the guard. “I see the inspection reports for masterless slut Yasmeen Hulqum and masterless slut Bonnie Lass in here, but not the other one.”
“The other one was detained when she arrived for her primary inspection, Sir,” replied the guard. "She's not in the system yet."
“Have her graded,” said the man sternly, “and we have to have the other one reappraised. We need to establish their market values before the trial starts.” He examined the girls from head to toe systematically, as if he was estimating the exact monetary value of each body part and adding them up. “They are obviously upper-end A-grades, based on appearance only. How are their overall service posture, obedience and reaction, fellatio skills?”
“I cannot possibly tell, Sir. As you know, raping detained women before they’re brought before the prosec is against regulations,” the guard replied. “But, I imagine the exotic looking one is a much better cocksucker, perfect deepthroater with no gag-reflex, while the other is better suited for violent skullfucks and rimjobs. They are obedient, they take instruction well enough, and look good on their knees.” He stopped and shook his shoulders. “Of course, that’s just a guess, Sir.”
“I see, the prosecutor grinned. “Very well. Take her to Inspections.”
The guard nodded and grabbed the girls by their arms to drag them out of the room.”
“No, just the unregistered one,” said the man. “Leave the exotic looking one here for now. I’ll reappraise her myself. It’s been a while since I did one of those.” Then he pointed to Sofia. “And take slut Necia with you. For repeated breach of decorum, one hour flogging, front and back.”
The woman sighed in despair and bowed her head respectfully.
The guard grinned and pulled the two women out with him, leaving Yas in the middle of the office, trembling in terror.
The man stood there staring her in the eyes until the group’s footsteps disappeared in the distance. She looked down respectfully to escape his disturbing gaze. He stood up and started to walk slowly around the young girl.
“You stayed in perfect inspection position the whole time, even when you were hit by dread and despair,” commented the man. “Very impressive. You have perfect slave comformation. You could easily fool me if I didn’t know you were a bareneck.”
Yasmeen didn’t know what to do. That was a praise, or something like that. Should she respond in any way? She bit her lip in indecision and waited.
“You know not to open your mouth without permission too. Good girls speak only when asked a question. I can see you learned that lesson well.”
She swallowed nervously. Was that a question mark at the end of his sentence? Was he trying to trick her with statements that felt like questions? She decided to play safe and half nodded.
“Very good.” he smiled. “I read your file. Your father never enslaved your mother. He never owned a slave either. You are half-Phasiqan, right? It's a pre-slavery culture. So, it is unlikely you had proper training at home.” He stopped in front of her and stared into her eyes again. She was too scared to avert her gaze this time. “That means you are being cock-trained elsewhere, by someone, a stranger. A boy at school, perhaps. Are you being utilized regularly, slut?”
This time it was an unmistakable question.
“Yes Sir,” she stammered with a barely audible voice.
“Ah! Who do we have to thank? A classmate?
“Not just… one… it’s kind of a… club.”
“An after-school rape club? I heard about those. Are you their only fucktoy?”
“No Sir… just, one of…”
“I understand. Very well. Let’s see it.”
Yasmeen looked at the man, confused.
“Let’s see it,” the man repeated. “On your knees.”
She swallowed and knelt down in front of the prosecutor, and joined her hands behind her back. She looked up with pleading eyes and opened her mouth as she was used to do at throat-bang parties.
The man opened his zipper without saying anything. He wasn’t fully erect yet, but his penis was the biggest she had ever seen. She realized that she never served anyone her senior before. This fucking asshole was old enough to be her father. He grabbed his member and stroke it a few times. Yasmeen instinctively stuck her tongue out to let him cockslap it. It worked like a charm. The organ started to fill out and reached full hardness in a few seconds.
With her mouth wide open, she waited for a command. It never came. He adjusted his stance and shoved his dick between her lips without warning, and didn’t stop until its bulbous head was stuck in her throat. Not accustomed to cocks this big, she panicked for a moment. It was the tightest fit ever. Her jaw and throat muscles struggled to accommodate the ruthless invader. Satisfied with the snug fit, the man remained motionless for the longest moment, then started to move back and forth.
Yasmeen did her best to use her lips and tongue and keep her teeth away from the organ. The guard wasn’t wrong. She was a very good cocksucker. She had natural talent to start with, but also, she had to practice a lot on many cocks with different shapes and sizes. This one was bigger and fatter than the ones she was used to, but it was just another cock. She adapted quickly.
As she had always done with first timers, she probed and probed, used different tricks, trying to get positive responses from her rapist. The prosecutor wasn’t that hard to read. In a few minutes, she had perfected her routine. He was definitely satisfied with her performance, judging by the grunts and groans that escaped his mouth.
Of course, she knew that this wouldn’t last forever. At some point he would take control of her head and start fucking her throat like a barbarian. The boys at the club always ended facerapes that way. They liked the idea of using a girl’s head like a masturbatory toy. She was to be treated like a thing, not a human being. She knew what they liked, what they wanted, and she knew what her mouth was. A face pussy.
Strangely, this man didn’t go for that. Was he ever going to pin her head down and fuck her neck? She decided to let go and continued to serve, worshipfully. And soon, a surprise. He let her finish him. His warm, salty-sugary fluid filled her mouth. Was she allowed to swallow? It was impossible to ask with a fat dick stretching her throat. She wanted to keep it in her mouth, but there was simply no available space in there. Strings of jizz escaped the corners of her lips, and started to stream down her chin.
He moved back a bit and pulled half of his cock out, letting her relax a little. With the impossible pressure at the back of her throat gone, she took a deep breath or relief. “Let it drip on your tits,” he ordered. “I want to see them glisten.”
“Just like he did with the lawyer girl,” Yasmeen thought, and made a mental note. She now knew how to satisfy him. Another full entry in her grand archive of cocks.
Satisfied with the amount of drool landing on her big tits, he finally pulled out of the young girl’s mouth and smiled. “It’s such a shame,” he said. “This Stevenson boy, I hope he appreciates such natural talent. He’ll probably own your ass at the end of this week.”
“Are you certain, Sir?” Yasmeen asked with tears in her eyes. “Is it really… hopeless?”
“The boys who raped his slave are definitely fucked,” the man replied, “That means your friend will go down because she is related to one of those morons . In addition to her involvement in the scheme, she was also listed among the assets the plaintiff demands.” He looked down and smiled at the girl. “You on the other hand… you may have a chance. A very little one.”
Yasmeen swallowed nervously. Could there be hope for her yet?
The question in her eyes remained unanswered. He smiled again and stepped aside. “Get up. Bend over on the table, part your legs, and spread your asscheeks.”
She started to sob again, but followed his instructions to the letter. She spread her legs until her torso rested fully on the desk. She grabbed her asscheeks and pulled them apart, put her face on the desk, and prepared for the inevitable.
He didn’t let her wait long. She felt the head of his cock pressing against the entrance of her anus. Sudden panic hit her when she remembered how big the thing was. Anal always hurt, even with the teenager cocks she had up there. He was incomparably bigger, both length-wise and girth-wise. It was going to destroy her. Rip her butt in half.
He moved and the pressure increased. Her sphincter resisted with all its strength, but was unable to stop the invasion. A huge jolt of pain slashed her butt and brain when the head popped inside her. Once the tip was in, there was no way to stop the excruciating impalement. He pushed forward. Her weak muscles gave in immediately.
He began fucking her, this time without mercy. He started to pound roughly, violently. He put one palm on the small of her back and pressed down, pinning her slender body onto the desk and squishing her full tits like pancakes. His other hand, he used to slap her full asscheeks without pity. She was nothing but a juicy piece of fuckmeat now. Her screams and moans filled the room. She was assraped before, of course. Many times, for long hours. But it never hurt this much. It felt like her butt was exploding with every thrust of his cock. The pain was sharp, cascading, unbearable. In a few minutes, her brain was completely overwhelmed.
She had no idea how long it lasted, but when he eventually pulled out, she barely felt it happen. Her numb butt looked surprised with her gaping hole, her cheeks reddened with slaps, with his spunk oozing out like drool. She had no energy left. Her body felt like mush.
“Get up,” he commanded. Yasmeen tried to, but her knees gave out and she fell off the desk like a sack of potatoes.
“Fine, on your knees, then,” he ordered this time. She used the remaining bit of her energy to sit on her heels and join her wrists at her back.
He chuckled as the girl struggled to correct her posture. “I think you’ll be fine, slut Hulqum,” he said as he leaned back in his chair.
“You mean… I have a chance to beat the case, Sir?”
“No, you little moron. I mean you’ll be fine… as a sex slave. It is clear that you were created for this.”
xxfluffydeathxx
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Lawsuit
“You are a virgin?”
Darren placed the flogger he was holding on Bonnie’ stomach and stood up. The bound girl froze lest she drop the scary tool . She was certain that she’d be whipped harder if she did that.
The young man walked around the wooden rapehorse to look the older woman in the eyes again. “I admit I didn’t pay much attention in the biology class, lady, but I’m pretty sure you can’t call yourself a virgin after a cock goes in and a baby comes out.”
“I’m not her mother,” mumbled Cassie.
“You’re not her mother? What are you then?”
“Her aunt.”
Darren grinned ominously. “Lie after lie after lie. Alright, it seems you are completely full of shit, auntie.” He grabbed the flogger from Bonnie’s shivering stomach and slashed Cassie’s bottom without warning. “From now on only Bonnie is allowed to talk.” He hit her again, and again. The woman screamed in pain after the first few hits, but when Darren ordered her to be quiet, she bit her lips and suppressed her reactions into muffled groans.
“Go ahead, Bonnie,” commanded the boy as he kept flogging aunt Cassie's behind, slashing it into red ribbons. “I’m all ears. Start from the very beginning, will you?”
* * *
A dark blotch, a blurry shape hovering over the semi-conscious girl’s eyes started to take a somewhat recognizable form. How long did the transformation take, she didn’t know. Her brain was numb, her senses dulled. The blotch multiplied. Become two… then three. They looked like the amoebas she had seen in a boy’s biology book once. Soon they started to grow limbs.
Her hearing started to come back after that. A deep, unintelligible humming, gradually honed into words she could almost understand.
She tried to move. She was heavy like a rock. Where did her limbs go? She couldn’t feel them. Not even her fingers. Was this sleep paralysis or a lucid dream?
Her efforts were in vain, but they seemed to attract the attention of one of the blotches. It grew, no… approached, hovered over her. It seemed to reach for her for a moment.
A jolt of pain, she felt… Her brain screamed awake all of a sudden. Was it a slap? The first thing she saw was a hulk of a man, youngish, perhaps her age, shaved head, big muscles. She almost recognized him… She suddenly draw a blank, confusion took over. Where did she recognize him from?
Her eyes were drawn by some kind of motion behind him. Two legs, female, pointing up in the air, held by the ankles, shaking and flailing. Her eyes widened. It was Yasmeen, lying on her back on top of a rickety table… and a young man was pounding her pussy violently, like a blacksmith hammering an anvil. She wasn’t moving at all. Unconscious, like she herself was a moment ago.
“This one is awake,” the hunk of muscles bent over her said. Only then she realized that she wasn’t dreaming. Her eyes widened in panic. She wanted to kick the table she was lying on and jump away from the man, but all she could do was hurt her ankles. Her panic compounded, she attempted to push the boy away. Her wrists and neck ached and burned this time. Then she tried to scream for help. Alas, nothing left her mouth which was stuffed with some kind of fabric and taped shut.
“Good morning, princess!”
The boy with the shaved head straightened up and stepped aside, revealing another muscled figure behind him. This time she recognized the face. It was Shay’s douchebag cousin… Ken? Quentin? No, Quinn.
“Welcome to our secret gangbang room, Bonnie.”
She shook her head in panic when she realized that she was completely naked too. Was she going to be gangraped? She turned her head and counted. Five… no, six men, raping three other girls, all tied and unconscious. Yasmeen was one of them. She couldn’t see Shay among the fuckmeat.
“I’m surprised that you were first to come to,” Quinn continued, now leaning on the desk she was tied on. “I lost a bet because of you, princess. You cost me money. Now I have to beat you up too.” Without losing a second, he slapped her hard on both cheeks ten times in a row. Tears gushed out of her eyes.
“You must have a few questions. What are you doing here? Where are you?” He slapped her again. “I’ll tell you, princess. I’m sure you remember attending Shayla’s birthday party. Perhaps you’ll remember drinking some lemonade there.” He snickered. “Well, I prepared that particular batch of lemonade myself. My own recipe. Nothing fancy, really. Lemon, water, sugar… Oh, and a few sleeping pills for flavor. The least I could do for my beloved cousin.”
He leaned over the girl and started to play with her big tits, slapping them around, watching them jiggle. “Imagine my surprise when all you girls passed out a few minutes later. So, I had this bright idea, you see. I called a few friends from the basketball team, we picked you four up, threw you in the back of Chuck’s truck and brought you here. We undressed you and tied you on these tables, and voila! Now we have a proper party!”
Bonnie looked around in panic again. He was right. The other two girls were Lina and Kate. Bonnie didn’t know them well, but they were at Shay’s party.
“Oh, no, of course I didn’t bring Shayla. She’s my cousin, after all. It would be inappropriate. She must be still sleeping like a log on that couch.” He leaned closer to her, as if he was going to give her a secret. “Not that I wouldn’t hit that. She is a nice piece of ass, cousin Shay, but you know how it is. Imagine the awkwardness at the next family barbecue, eh?” He laughed and stood back up.
“And before you ask, yes, we have been raping you for the past few hours, on and off. We all fucked you in the pussy, and a couple times in the ass. You are a great fuck, princess. Don’t you agree guys?”
“I’ve had better,” chuckled a boy from the other side of the room. He was fucking Lina’s mouth while another boy was pounding her in the ass.
Bonnie tried to raise her head and look at her privates, but the rope around her neck kept her down. She still didn’t have full feeling down there. Was the asshole telling the truth? Was she fucked already?
“You don’t feel any pain? Ah, your pussy is still asleep, eh? Let me wake it up for you.” Quinn walked around and stood between her legs, then slapped her on the pubic mound. “The great thing about using sleeping pills… You can start raping the same girl twice. First when she’s unconscious, then again when she is awake.” He grabbed his big dick and shoved it in Bonnie’s pussy without hesitation. She felt it this time. All of it. Her entire body came alive when the steely rod penetrated her fully, stretched her hole to the limit, and hit her cervix. She screamed into her gag. Her balled up panties loosened and filled deeper inside her mouth.
“Don’t worry,” Quinn continued as he started to fuck her with an unhurried, relaxed rhythm. “We are doing a dry rotation. You know what that means, don’t you?”
She looked on, writhing in agony. The lack of reply angered the boy, and he expressed his frustration with a series of hard slaps across her face. Tears gushing out of her eyes, she shook her head.
“I’ll tell you. Dry rotation. Simply no ejaculating inside the girls.”
“Unless you’re raping their throats,” yelled the boy fucking Lina’s mouth.
“Not even there, you idiot,” corrected another. “These bitches are unconscious. They cannot swallow your stinky spunk. Don’t you cum in that slut’s mouth! I want to do her next.”
“That’s right,” said Quinn. “No cumming in any holes. But don’t you worry. We ejaculate in that metal bucket over there at the corner. We have collected a lot of fluid, and will continue to do so. At the end of the rape, we'll let you girls lap it all up.”
Bonnie shook her head in terror again. She was a swallower, of course. But a mixture of six men’s stale jizz… out of a rusty bucket? The idea was too disgusting, even for an experienced slut like her.
That faint sign of defiance was punished by another series of hard slaps immediately. Quinn was a slapper, obviously. Most men liked to slap her while fucking her face, but this asshole was jacked like a mule and wasn’t holding back. She kept screaming in to her gag and sobbed.
“Oh, you will drink all your share, to the last drop,” grinned Quinn. But before that, since you are conscious now…” He picked the pace up, fucking the girl deeper and harder with every thrust. “I think I’ll let you drink a fresh load.” He slapped her again. “You like the taste of fresh warm jizz, don’t you, princess?”
He raised his hand to slap her once more. Bonnie nodded in fear.
“I’ll remove your gag and finish in your mouth. You’ll be a good girl and milk it out of me, won’t you?”
Bonnie nodded again, tears flowing down her temples.
“Good girl." Without stopping fucking her, he reached and yanked the duct tape covering her lips with one swift move. Then he pinched her panties and pulled them out slowly. Once the entire thing was out, Bonnie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Before she could exhale again, Quinn grabbed and turned her head to the side to shove his meat down her throat. She choked and coughed on the huge organ but managed to adjust and started to suck on the shaft fucking her face pussy.
Already at the brink of orgasm, he exploded after a few thrusts. She immediately sucked and swallowed everything he produced. She was done before he decided to pull out and take a step back.
“That was great,” he commented. “Princess’s throat is now open for use, boys. Feel free to empty in her. She will drink it all you got until another one of her friends come around.”
Then he smiled and slapped her again for no particular reason. “You are a glutton for jizz, aren’t you, princess? I can tell from the way you slurped all that down. But pace yourself, remember the bucket. You girls will be here for a long time. We have an entire weekend ahead of us. First of many to come, promise.”
From the Beginning
“You are a virgin?”
Darren placed the flogger he was holding on Bonnie’ stomach and stood up. The bound girl froze lest she drop the scary tool . She was certain that she’d be whipped harder if she did that.
The young man walked around the wooden rapehorse to look the older woman in the eyes again. “I admit I didn’t pay much attention in the biology class, lady, but I’m pretty sure you can’t call yourself a virgin after a cock goes in and a baby comes out.”
“I’m not her mother,” mumbled Cassie.
“You’re not her mother? What are you then?”
“Her aunt.”
Darren grinned ominously. “Lie after lie after lie. Alright, it seems you are completely full of shit, auntie.” He grabbed the flogger from Bonnie’s shivering stomach and slashed Cassie’s bottom without warning. “From now on only Bonnie is allowed to talk.” He hit her again, and again. The woman screamed in pain after the first few hits, but when Darren ordered her to be quiet, she bit her lips and suppressed her reactions into muffled groans.
“Go ahead, Bonnie,” commanded the boy as he kept flogging aunt Cassie's behind, slashing it into red ribbons. “I’m all ears. Start from the very beginning, will you?”
* * *
A dark blotch, a blurry shape hovering over the semi-conscious girl’s eyes started to take a somewhat recognizable form. How long did the transformation take, she didn’t know. Her brain was numb, her senses dulled. The blotch multiplied. Become two… then three. They looked like the amoebas she had seen in a boy’s biology book once. Soon they started to grow limbs.
Her hearing started to come back after that. A deep, unintelligible humming, gradually honed into words she could almost understand.
She tried to move. She was heavy like a rock. Where did her limbs go? She couldn’t feel them. Not even her fingers. Was this sleep paralysis or a lucid dream?
Her efforts were in vain, but they seemed to attract the attention of one of the blotches. It grew, no… approached, hovered over her. It seemed to reach for her for a moment.
A jolt of pain, she felt… Her brain screamed awake all of a sudden. Was it a slap? The first thing she saw was a hulk of a man, youngish, perhaps her age, shaved head, big muscles. She almost recognized him… She suddenly draw a blank, confusion took over. Where did she recognize him from?
Her eyes were drawn by some kind of motion behind him. Two legs, female, pointing up in the air, held by the ankles, shaking and flailing. Her eyes widened. It was Yasmeen, lying on her back on top of a rickety table… and a young man was pounding her pussy violently, like a blacksmith hammering an anvil. She wasn’t moving at all. Unconscious, like she herself was a moment ago.
“This one is awake,” the hunk of muscles bent over her said. Only then she realized that she wasn’t dreaming. Her eyes widened in panic. She wanted to kick the table she was lying on and jump away from the man, but all she could do was hurt her ankles. Her panic compounded, she attempted to push the boy away. Her wrists and neck ached and burned this time. Then she tried to scream for help. Alas, nothing left her mouth which was stuffed with some kind of fabric and taped shut.
“Good morning, princess!”
The boy with the shaved head straightened up and stepped aside, revealing another muscled figure behind him. This time she recognized the face. It was Shay’s douchebag cousin… Ken? Quentin? No, Quinn.
“Welcome to our secret gangbang room, Bonnie.”
She shook her head in panic when she realized that she was completely naked too. Was she going to be gangraped? She turned her head and counted. Five… no, six men, raping three other girls, all tied and unconscious. Yasmeen was one of them. She couldn’t see Shay among the fuckmeat.
“I’m surprised that you were first to come to,” Quinn continued, now leaning on the desk she was tied on. “I lost a bet because of you, princess. You cost me money. Now I have to beat you up too.” Without losing a second, he slapped her hard on both cheeks ten times in a row. Tears gushed out of her eyes.
“You must have a few questions. What are you doing here? Where are you?” He slapped her again. “I’ll tell you, princess. I’m sure you remember attending Shayla’s birthday party. Perhaps you’ll remember drinking some lemonade there.” He snickered. “Well, I prepared that particular batch of lemonade myself. My own recipe. Nothing fancy, really. Lemon, water, sugar… Oh, and a few sleeping pills for flavor. The least I could do for my beloved cousin.”
He leaned over the girl and started to play with her big tits, slapping them around, watching them jiggle. “Imagine my surprise when all you girls passed out a few minutes later. So, I had this bright idea, you see. I called a few friends from the basketball team, we picked you four up, threw you in the back of Chuck’s truck and brought you here. We undressed you and tied you on these tables, and voila! Now we have a proper party!”
Bonnie looked around in panic again. He was right. The other two girls were Lina and Kate. Bonnie didn’t know them well, but they were at Shay’s party.
“Oh, no, of course I didn’t bring Shayla. She’s my cousin, after all. It would be inappropriate. She must be still sleeping like a log on that couch.” He leaned closer to her, as if he was going to give her a secret. “Not that I wouldn’t hit that. She is a nice piece of ass, cousin Shay, but you know how it is. Imagine the awkwardness at the next family barbecue, eh?” He laughed and stood back up.
“And before you ask, yes, we have been raping you for the past few hours, on and off. We all fucked you in the pussy, and a couple times in the ass. You are a great fuck, princess. Don’t you agree guys?”
“I’ve had better,” chuckled a boy from the other side of the room. He was fucking Lina’s mouth while another boy was pounding her in the ass.
Bonnie tried to raise her head and look at her privates, but the rope around her neck kept her down. She still didn’t have full feeling down there. Was the asshole telling the truth? Was she fucked already?
“You don’t feel any pain? Ah, your pussy is still asleep, eh? Let me wake it up for you.” Quinn walked around and stood between her legs, then slapped her on the pubic mound. “The great thing about using sleeping pills… You can start raping the same girl twice. First when she’s unconscious, then again when she is awake.” He grabbed his big dick and shoved it in Bonnie’s pussy without hesitation. She felt it this time. All of it. Her entire body came alive when the steely rod penetrated her fully, stretched her hole to the limit, and hit her cervix. She screamed into her gag. Her balled up panties loosened and filled deeper inside her mouth.
“Don’t worry,” Quinn continued as he started to fuck her with an unhurried, relaxed rhythm. “We are doing a dry rotation. You know what that means, don’t you?”
She looked on, writhing in agony. The lack of reply angered the boy, and he expressed his frustration with a series of hard slaps across her face. Tears gushing out of her eyes, she shook her head.
“I’ll tell you. Dry rotation. Simply no ejaculating inside the girls.”
“Unless you’re raping their throats,” yelled the boy fucking Lina’s mouth.
“Not even there, you idiot,” corrected another. “These bitches are unconscious. They cannot swallow your stinky spunk. Don’t you cum in that slut’s mouth! I want to do her next.”
“That’s right,” said Quinn. “No cumming in any holes. But don’t you worry. We ejaculate in that metal bucket over there at the corner. We have collected a lot of fluid, and will continue to do so. At the end of the rape, we'll let you girls lap it all up.”
Bonnie shook her head in terror again. She was a swallower, of course. But a mixture of six men’s stale jizz… out of a rusty bucket? The idea was too disgusting, even for an experienced slut like her.
That faint sign of defiance was punished by another series of hard slaps immediately. Quinn was a slapper, obviously. Most men liked to slap her while fucking her face, but this asshole was jacked like a mule and wasn’t holding back. She kept screaming in to her gag and sobbed.
“Oh, you will drink all your share, to the last drop,” grinned Quinn. But before that, since you are conscious now…” He picked the pace up, fucking the girl deeper and harder with every thrust. “I think I’ll let you drink a fresh load.” He slapped her again. “You like the taste of fresh warm jizz, don’t you, princess?”
He raised his hand to slap her once more. Bonnie nodded in fear.
“I’ll remove your gag and finish in your mouth. You’ll be a good girl and milk it out of me, won’t you?”
Bonnie nodded again, tears flowing down her temples.
“Good girl." Without stopping fucking her, he reached and yanked the duct tape covering her lips with one swift move. Then he pinched her panties and pulled them out slowly. Once the entire thing was out, Bonnie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Before she could exhale again, Quinn grabbed and turned her head to the side to shove his meat down her throat. She choked and coughed on the huge organ but managed to adjust and started to suck on the shaft fucking her face pussy.
Already at the brink of orgasm, he exploded after a few thrusts. She immediately sucked and swallowed everything he produced. She was done before he decided to pull out and take a step back.
“That was great,” he commented. “Princess’s throat is now open for use, boys. Feel free to empty in her. She will drink it all you got until another one of her friends come around.”
Then he smiled and slapped her again for no particular reason. “You are a glutton for jizz, aren’t you, princess? I can tell from the way you slurped all that down. But pace yourself, remember the bucket. You girls will be here for a long time. We have an entire weekend ahead of us. First of many to come, promise.”
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Cassie
“You tell it as if it was a bad story,” chuckled Darren. “I for one think that it must have been a great learning opportunity for you and your friends. It wasn’t just a two day-long gangrape, right? It was a journey of self-discovery for each of you.”
Bonnie looked on with teary eyes. She didn’t know what to say.
“I know, princess,” smiled the boy, “you're very shy and you don’t always know how to respond whenever a man talks to you. The safest response is to nod yes. It saves you from unnecessary beatings.”
She nodded hurriedly. He didn’t slap her this time.
“Good girl. Now tell me, princess. What did you take away from that long weekend? What did you learn about yourself?”
“I… learned,” stammered the redhead, “that I was… supposed to serve men?”
“That sounds like a question. Six boys raped you for two days in every way possible, made you drink their collective jizz from a rusty bucket, and all you got was a question?”
“I mean… I learned that I exist to serve men,” said Bonnie this time without the question mark at the end. “I had no will of my own. I was… fuckmeat.”
“That’s it! You were, and you are. You are fuckmeat. Both of you.” Darren stood up and slapped Bonnie’s meaty tits and Aunt Cassie’s bare bottom. “And that makes me sad, what your auntie said earlier. She was married for years and still a virgin? How could this happen, Aunt Cassie?”
“My husband rarely uses me... and when he does, he prefers to use my other hole,” mumbled the woman, her face bright red with overwhelming shame.
“Don’t worry, we’ll right that wrong, whore!” Darren kissed the woman on the forehead in a sarcastic way, walked around her, and palmed her pelvic mound with his right hand. Cassie’s entire body clenched at his touch like a startled cat and struggled against her restraints. He grabbed his dick, placed it at the glistening wet entrance of her vagina and moved it along the slit a couple times. Once he covered its bulbous head with her juices, he pressed it in and penetrated her slightly, then stopped with his tip nested between her labia.
“Your dear auntie probably missed your deflowering, Bonnie my dear, but you get to witness hers. Isn’t that cool? No, you shouldn’t just just witness it. You should be part of the process. Why don’t you count down from five and give the sign?”
“The sign?”
“Yes. You’ll yell ‘rip that stupid old cunt apart, master!’”
“Oh … but… please… Sir, please don’t make me-”
“Bonnie!” Darren frowned. “You want her to survive the night, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she nodded hastily. “I’ll say it. I'll say whatever you want, sir… master.”
“Good. See? That’s exactly why I like family sets like you two. Exploiting a strong love bond between two fucktoys can be a highly efficient substitute for long and arduous obedience training.” He smiled and adjusted his cock for Cassie’s first vaginal penetration. “Now. Count down from five. Remember to yell the exact phrase at the end. If you screw up, I’ll beat you senseless and then make you say something even worse. And if you fail again... You know where I'm going with this, right?”
“Yes sir,” she nodded and took a deep breath. “Five… four… three… two… one…” She
turned to Cassie at the last moment to apologize with her eyes for what she was about to say. Cassie quickly closed her eyes in shame and braced for impact.
“Rip that stupid old cunt apart, master!” yelled Bonnie with tears flowing down her cheeks.
Darren grinned and waited for a second to see how Cassie’s body would react, then slowly thrust forward. His cock found her hole, which dilated and wrapped around him after a brief moment of confused resistance. She was very tight and reactive for a middle aged woman, the boy thought. Her vaginal wall involuntarily welcomed and embraced the invader. After a few centimeters, he felt a minor tightening and forced past it. Cassie groaned and bit her lower lip as the organ tore open her untouched fuckhole without mercy. He didn’t stop or slow down. Her muscles gave up struggling eventually and he shoved the entire thing in. His balls hit her vulva and the impact gave her asscheeks a wild jiggle. A sharp pain pierced her mind and slowly transformed into a strange feeling of fullness. She was now fully impaled on a cock for the first time in her life.
Suddenly the room fell silent. Or was it only in her head?
Cassie wondered about how it would feel to be fucked in the pussy her entire life. Unfortunately for her, her husband was a follower of the “Purist” movement that appeared about a couple decades before the revolution. Purists believed that women were crafty tricksters by nature and cannot be trusted in any way. They generally kept their women “au naturel” in order to take away their ability to beguile men. They were not allowed to wear clothes or put on make-up, they were not allowed to talk unless absolutely necessary, and they were not encouraged to appear sexually attractive and/or willing in any way. In extreme cases, they were not even allowed to have discernible facial expressions. A slight smile or a momentary pout was seen as nothing but a brazen attempt of deception.
Interestingly, most purists preferred not to enslave their wives, because they believed that compulsory female slavery enforced an “impure” form of obedience. Ironically, their belief system which was built around female inferiority was so radical, the logical conclusion they reached was a negative attitude towards official female slavery.
When Cassie met her future husband, he wasn’t the radicalized moron he later turned into. He was a fairly good-looking man, he had a stable job, and his passionate tirades against female-slavery was a breath of fresh air for the impressionable young woman. Her two sisters were already enslaved by their husbands, and Cassie feared such a dark fate the most.
She had heard weird things about purists of course, but she dismissed them as regime propaganda aimed to discredit that somewhat unorthodox movement. She wanted to remain free as a wife, even though it came with some restrictions. So what if her husband decided what she should wear every day? She was in love and wanted to make him happy. She was ready to “obey and honor” him as a good woman should anyway.
So she said “yes” immediately when he proposed. Marriage was exciting. They were a more or less “normal” couple for a while. Her life wasn’t that different than before, even though her husband made most of her decisions for her now. She actually liked that. A burden was lifted. She was happy.
Except for one little thing. He wasn’t touching her. She wanted him to. She wanted him to throw her on a bed and take her roughly. She was a woman, and women were for fucking. Why wasn’t he fucking her?
She learned all about it when her in-laws came to visit them from the north and stayed for several months. Now, they were true purists! Cassie remembered the first time she met her mother-in-law like it was yesterday. She opened the door and saw a ghostly appearance. A brunette in her mid forties, still quite beautiful in a subtle way, fully naked except for the permanently sealed metal collar around her neck, her chain attached to her husband’s belt which also held a mid-size flogger and a riding crop. Cassie’s jaw dropped to the floor when the woman quietly followed her man into the house. Her entire backside was covered in nasty looking red stripes from the back of her neck to the bottom of her thighs. Apparently she had misbehaved during the trip.
Cassie had never heard her mother-in-law’s voice since that day. The poor woman simply wasn’t allowed to talk. All she could do to communicate was nod slightly, whenever her husband ordered her to do something.
On a rare instance she found herself alone with the woman, she asked her why Warren never touched her. Cassie remembered the way the woman looked into her face for a few long seconds. She could almost see a storm behind her expressionless visage. Her face didn’t change, bust she silently handed her a thin pamphlet she took out of her husband’s luggage. It was a purist wife’s guide to perfect obedience.
She ran into her room and read it quickly. It was worse than she feared. Apparently, a vagina was the most powerful tool a woman could employ to influence men, and as such, it had to be avoided at all costs. Her pussy, Cassie learned, was impure and forbidden. Unless it was time to breed her, of course.
She cried her eyes out until her husband returned. Then, in her desperation, she begged him to fuck her in the ass, at least.
After a long pleading, he eventually obliged. He fucked her in the ass for a few minutes awkwardly, but then he flogged her unconscious for tricking him into touching her.
That underwhelming assrape and flogging was only the beginning. During the following several months her marriage turned into a true nightmare. In an effort to appease his fundamentalist father, Warren gradually took away her freedoms and privileges. She lost her clothes first. Initially, she resisted like a wild cat, of course. But one day, her husband stormed in, grabbed everything in her wardrobe and burnt them all. A few days later he forbid her from talking to people outside. When she refused to obey that rule, she was confined to the house. When she violated that rule too, he brought home a metal collar with a long chain attached, not unlike the one his mother was kept in. Her in-laws eventually left a few months later, but the chain remained.
She wept for weeks and weeks. Eventually, she managed to learn to pick the lock and free herself temporarily, but never found the courage to walk out of the door. She was smart and resourceful, but also a coward. She stayed and continued to daydream about running away. Crossing the border. Even joining the FLF perhaps?
Then she learned about her sister’s illness. Surprisingly, her husband’s heart softened and he let her visit her sister in her death bed. There she promised to take care of little Bonnie. Her life changed again. She found new purpose.
And now, years later, she faced her ultimate failure. Her poor little niece was tied to a dirty mattress, watching her getting raped in a shed in the middle of nowhere. Years and years of labor! All she did to convince her husband to leave poor Bonnie alone, let her live a somewhat normal life… All that sacrifice, it was all for nothing!
They were now worthless playthings of a bunch of horny teenagers. Their fuckmeat, as the boy said.
That rollercoaster of memories took only a few seconds to hit her and fade away. Once the boy’s big fat cock invaded her forsaken hole and started to pound her with all his might, Cassie’s confused mind went completely blank. She was barely conscious enough to understand that she wasn’t able to form meaningful thoughts. That total mind wipe was followed by another wave of confusion. It was like a sinus wave of pain and pleasure, hitting her brain one after another and melting it, evaporating it. It was horrible pain and insane pleasure, sometimes overlapping, almost impossible to tell one from another.
Then a point came… she felt it happen… like a switch being flicked. Her screams of pain were no more. Only moans of pleasure. She was now floating above her body, watching that neglected middle aged woman getting ploughed like a wild animal, moaning like a seasoned whore. She felt like she should be ashamed, but her mind refused to stop and wait for her to do that. It was lost in a pink haze of pleasure.
After an eternity, the boy slowed down and stopped, then pulled out of her without any warning, just as callously as he penetrated her. Lost in her delirious state, Cassie didn’t even realize that he was unloading in her.
The much bigger surprise came later when she opened her eyes and looked at her niece. She expected her to be watching her in shame, but… Bonnie was getting raped too. And the boy who was fucking her was no other than Darren himself. How could it be? How could he be in two places at once?
The answer was simple, of course. The boy who pulled out of her was another one of the bunch. Apparently she was handed over to the next rapist while she momentarily blacked out.
Or perhaps this was the third, even the fourth boy. She had no idea.
“Next!” the boy yelled as he walked around and stopped in front of the woman. He grabbed his still-hard dick and slapped it on her lower lip.
“Clean it!”
“Yessir,” she slurred and reached for its glistening tip with her tongue. The moment she started to lick the thing, another big cock penetrated her from behind and started to fuck her like a stallion in heat.
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Sofia
“Next!”
She stood up, adjusted her two piece suit and stepped into the room. The burly man sitting at the desk swivelled around slowly, with a listless expression on his bloated face. A grin appeared at the corner of mouth when he recognized the young woman standing at the door.
“Slut Sofia Nacia! What a pleasant surprise.” He gestured her to approach. She took several steps forward and stopped in front of his desk. Sofia had never been flogged in this particular corrections office before. It was a sizable room with desks in each corner and a dedicated flogging area at the center. Sofia could see two sets of chains dangling from the ceiling at the corner of her eye.
“Good afternoon, Master-Agent Paddings” she said deferentially. Master-Prosecutor Fenn ordered me to turn myself in for a flogging. One hour, front and back.”
“Ah! Breach of decorum?”
Sofia nodded.
Paddings chuckled. “Fucking asshole! That guy will be the end of me. If it’s not you paralegal sluts, it’s the agent-slaves who fuck up his coffee order. I signed up for a desk job, but ended up with a constant cardio work-out.” He waved his hand and made a sour face. “Between you and me, Slut Necia, I’m getting too old for this shit.”
Sofia nodded again with a fake smile.
“Alright. Take off your clothes. You can leave them on the desk over there.”
“Yes Sir,” said Sofia and started to unbutton her top. The man turned and started to watch her with growing excitement in his beady little eyes. Like most women, Sofia knew how to strike a balance between a shy appearance and seductive movements. She also had a vast catalogue of men and their preferences in her brain. Master-Agent Paddings wasn’t a major entry compared to all the assholes she had to deal with in her professional and private life, but she kinda knew what he liked.
Paddings was in his mid-fifties, but he looked much older because of a particularly unhealthy diet and chain smoking. After spending a few decades as an underperforming field agent, he opted for a desk job and ended up here, in the corrections department. As far as corrections officers go, he was not the worst, Sofia thought. He wasn’t particularly cruel or ruthless like many others she had the displeasure of meeting.
She opened her jacket and let it him have a good look at her well-endowed chest. She looked down coyly and subtly shook her big fat boobs from side to side. She then folded the jacket and placed it on the unoccupied desk behind her, with well-choreographed movements. She returned to her spot and began unbuttoning the side of her pencil skirt.
She took half a step back and bent forward to slide her skirt down. Paddings unwittingly leaned forward and put his elbows on the desk as if he was pulled by an invisible force. Sofia suppressed a smile. She liked to pull little tricks like this whenever she could get away with them. In a world where she was merely a plaything for men around her, totally insignificant power games like like that helped her keep her sanity.
It didn’t matter anyway. In a few minutes, he would be flogging her bound naked body into a bloody pulp. Perhaps rape her a few times too. There was no way out of it.
She let her skirt go at knee level. It fell to her ankles. She stepped out of it, turned sideways to let him adimire her shapely bottom, and picked it up. She gave him a better view by taking her time folding and placing it on top of her jacket. Then turned around and took her place, totally naked except for her red high heels.
“Such a beautiful body,” commented the man. “Such smooth skin, such an alluring color. What a shame! I'll have to ruin it now.”
Something in his voice gave Sofia hope. “You don’t… have to beat me, Sir,” she said softly. “There are better ways to teach me a lesson. At the firm, when a girl does something wrong, they often-”
“You’ll be flogged and caned, slut Necia,” interrupted the man, with a serious face. “I hope you’re not trying to talk your way out of it?”
“No Sir, of course not,” she said and looked down, apparently embarrassed.
The man stood up and walked over to the tool cabinet. He returned with several floggers and canes, and neatly placed them on his desk. He sat on the desk next to the spread and smiled at the girl.
“So, the firm, eh? Private sector. Must be hard for you girls over there.”
Sofia nodded absentmindedly as she scanned the selection of torture devices he placed in front of her. A particularly mean looking cane, a long riding crop with a metal tip, and three leather floggers in varying sizes. She shivered.
“You know,” he started, “I like my cushy state gig. Doesn’t pay much, but it is safe. We have good insurance coverage, job security, and endless tight pussy we can fuck.” He pointed at her crotch. “I guess you girls serve your male colleagues there too, don’t you? What’s the p/c ratio at your firm?”
“Yes Sir,” she nodded. “Our firm abides by the industry standard of one-for-three, but it’s a solid 2 for the executives.”
“Two? Damn, that’s generous.”
“Yes Sir. Each partner gets one bareneck sexretary and one all-purpose slave.”
“Sweet deal,” said the man and started to move his hand over the tools. Sofia held her breath. His hand hovered over one of the smaller floggers for a moment, but he grabbed the cane next to it and stood up.
“Go over there,” he ordered, pointing towards the two sets of chains and shackles hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the large room. Sofia did as she was told without hesitation. She stood under the chins and raised her arms to be shackled.
“What are you doing?”
“I thought…” she started in confusion, which doubled when the man suddenly grabbed her by the waist and lifted her in the air. He held her aloft for a moment, then rotated her body upside down with such an ease not expected from a man of his age. Before Sofia could protest, he secured her body with his left hand and shackled her ankles one by one with the other. Then he let her body go. She fell for a few centimeters and the iron shackles caught her. Cold metal bit into her soft skin and her entire body shook violently. A jolt of pain hit her. Blood rushed to her head.
He then walked over to a control mechanism built into the wall and pressed a few buttons. A pulley system is activated and pulled her body up, until her head reached his crotch level.
“Neat stuff, isn’t it?” said the man as he walked back over. “Makes our job much easier. Now. Let’s go over the rules, slut Necia. Just the one rule, really. I want you to keep your hands behind your head while I’m processing you. Can you do that for me?”
"Yes Sir,” stammered Sofia.
“Very good. Regulations say all females had to be fully restrained during correction, but I think we can make an exception for a well-educated, smart young woman such as yourself.”
“Thank you Sir,” she said and dutifully locked her slender fingers below her hair bun.
“Now, as a well-educated and smart woman, I’m sure you understand why I put you in this specific position.”
“Yes Sir,” she swallowed. “This way you’ll have easy access to my throat, sir. This is the optimal position for a facerape.”
“Ah. Of course, I’m not allowed to rape you, officially. You are here to receive a beating.”
“Please Sir,” she pleaded. “Would you please fuck my throat before we begin? I… I beg you.” Simple math, more time for fucking meant less time for beating.
“Very well.” He unbuckled his belt and opened his zipper. A big erection sprung out and hit her on the nose. As soon as she opened her mouth obediently, he shoved it in with such force, the organ immediately reached the back of her throat and stretched it. She choked and struggled to cope. He pulled back for a moment to let her breathe and then thrust back in. This time she was better prepared for the assault.
“That’s a good slut. Relax your throat. Keep your mouth wide open. That’s all you need to do.”
He started to fuck her head like a toy. His sagging hairy balls kept hitting her on the forehead. Minutes passed. Sofia started to feel dizzier and dizzier every passing second. Her head was pounding. A headache and a throat-ache. And that was only the beginning.
He pulled out suddenly. Sofia coughed and sputtered the saliva that was collected in her mouth. Before she could catch her breath, she felt a sharp pain on her butt. She understood what was happening only when the cane landed for the third time. Then the fourth and the fifth. He wasn’t pulling back at all. Much like the way he fucked her throat, he hit her as hard as possible.
Despite the devastating attack on her buttocks, she managed to keep her hands in proper position. This wasn’t her first beating, of course. She knew the consequences of defying a clear order.
“You may scream, even beg for mercy, Sofia,” said the man when he saw her biting her lips. “I don’t mind. Go ahead.”
She screamed and screamed for minutes as the pain continued to build up. Until he decided to shove his cock back in her mouth again. This time, he continued to cane her while he throated her. It was now a triple nightmare for the young woman. The blood rushing into her head, the cock stuck in her gullet, and the merciless bite of the cane.
He pulled out again after a while. He returned with the smaller flogger a few seconds later.
“Now this will really hurt, sweetheart,” he said, and grabbed her by the hair. He pulled her to the side, turning her body into kind of a warped J-shape. Sofia closed her eyes. He started to flog her tits mercilessly.
The pain was incredible, but at least she was somewhat horizontal in that position, and he wasn’t penetrating her. He kept hitting her soft full boobs for endless minutes, until they were bright red all over. Then he let her hair go once again and went back to his desk without saying anything. Perhaps he was tired? Or maybe trying to decide which tool to use next? She tried to calm herself down as her battered naked body swayed from side to side like a sexy pendulum.
He took his time, but retuned with the two bigger floggers one in each hand. “Classics are the best, don’t you think?” he smiled. Then he walked around and started to flog her back like a mad man. He was generally very accurate, even though her body kept swinging around, but he occasionally got her in the hands. She managed to keep them together nevertheless. He didn’t stop until her entire backside was covered in dark, purplish stripes.
Sofia was in terrible pain, and her head was pounding. She had no notion of time. Only when he fucked her mouth one last time and ejaculated, she realized the one hour was up.
He finished in her mouth, lowered her down and unshackled her ankles. He let her lie down for a long minute and catch her breath, and even gave a her glass of water.
“You have been a very good girl, slut Necia,” he said eventually, as he filled out the correction paperwork. “I commended your obedience and endurance. As usual, I’m preparing one copy for the prosec and one for your bosses at the firm. “Do you want another copy for your own records?”
Sofia didn’t answer. She was passed out cold with her long shapely legs spread open.
“Ah,” The man said, stood up and unbuckled his belt once again. “I’m never getting too old for this shit.”
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Quick Lesson
“Free girl, not even inspected. You aren’t trained at all, are you?”
“Excuse me, sir?”
“Properly trained? Are you familiar with the utilization positions? Surrenders?”
Shayla shook her head no. She was already overwhelmed by fear. Since the prosecutor approved their arrest just minutes ago, she was now officially a prisoner at the BFA. She was separated from her friend Yasmeen, who was likely being abused by that scary asshole at that very moment, and she was sheepishly following the guard who throated them earlier. She was fully naked, cold, tired, and hungry. And now this scary looking bastard was asking her questions that she didn’t understand.
“What are they teaching you girls in school I wonder? Female education? Bah! Money down the drain, I say.” He stopped and turned towards her, then angrily poked her in the left boob. “They should definitely start teaching the ‘surrenders’ as soon as you girls turn rape-age.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said apologetically. She didn’t even know what her mistake was.
He stared at her for a moment, almost human-like. The remorseful tone in her voice must have softened his heart a bit.
She immediately noticed the tiny impact her tone made, and decided to follow through. “But I… I’d like to learn… if it’s something a girl should know to better serve her superiors. Would you please… teach me, Sir?”
It worked perfectly. His stern expression softened further.
“Surrenders,” he started, “are special actions females must perform to facilitate their utilization.” It sounded like an exact textbook definition. She noticed a subtle change in his posture. He stood up straighter, and talked with a tinge of pride in his voice. Perhaps this guy secretly wanted to be a teacher, a professor his entire life?
She nodded with a fake half-smile that masked her rekindling fear. Utilization? Was he going to skullfuck her again?
“There are different surrenders,” he continued. “Limb surrenders, neck surrenders, hair surrenders…” He stopped and pointed at her hair. “By the way, that’s why it’s a finable offence for females to keep their hair too short. It should be grabbable. Yours is fine.”
“You said… utilization… Sir?” she said softly, “Are you going to…”
He laughed out loud. “No. Not here in the middle of the hallway anyway. I know civilians reference a specific action when they use the word, but in here ‘utilization’ covers all the actions a female has to perform in accordance to a male’s orders. Can be anything. Your dad tells you to bring him a glass of water? Utilization. A guy asks you to pass the salt at dinner? Utilization. A classmate bursts into the girls' room and forces you perform fellatio on him? Utilization.”
She nodded. Not because it made sense, but because she actually experienced all three examples during the past week.
He continued. “When I told you to follow me a minute ago and you did… That was technically a surrender you performed without realizing. Technically... Some people dispute that, but I think it counts because it ‘commences’ utilization, you see?”
Shay could hear the rising excitement in his voice. Apparently this was one of his favorite topics. He was probably a joy to talk to at parties.
“But I was following your order. So it was actually 'utilization,' wasn’t it? I mean, according to your definition...” She immediately regretted her reaction. Why would she contradict him? She was a total moron, that’s why.
“Ah!” the man said “you’re one of those, eh?” Despite her mild objection, the man didn’t seem to be angry at her. To the contrary, he seemed amused by her naive response. She could see why. Of course, he didn’t see her as his intellectual equal. Not even close. She was just stupid fucktoy with big tits and worthless opinions. Why would a cerebral giant like him get mad at an empty-headed bimbo for voicing her idiotic ideas?
Regardless, she decided to be more careful and keep her facepussy shut anyway. It was hard to anticipate men’s reactions in general, especially when they felt challenged by the inferior gender.
“It's both a surrender and an utilization, yes. I call it a ‘silent’ or ‘passive’ surrender. It’s not in the book, but it should be. The entire BFA manual must be revised, if you ask me. I don’t think they updated that shit since Nagel took over.” He shook off the frustration in his voice, and turned to Shay again to resume his impromptu hallway lecture.
“Anyway, that stuff is too advanced for a girl like you. You just need to know the basic surrenders. Some have fancy names inspired by weird stuff, but most are self-explanatory. For example, let’s take a limb surrender. If I told you to surrender your left wrist…”
After a brief confusion, Shay swiftly raised her left arm and presented her wrist to the man.
“Very good. The default is ‘palm down’ variant.” He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled to demonstrate, forcing her to take a step forward. “See, this is a so-called ‘lead and guide’ surrender. Generally used to transport females to the location of utilization.
“So, the silent surrender when I followed you was a ‘lean and guide,’ Sir?”
“That’s exactly right, slut Tyran. Well done!” he exclaimed with a huge smile. Shay smiled back. She was proud of herself for finding the right thing to say at the right time. If he wanted to play teacher, she could play student.
“Be careful though. The palm-up variant is not a ‘lead,’ It’s a ‘hold.’” He chuckled to himself. “You know, most people would say the main function of females is to take cock. But statistics prove that they are more frequently used as ‘cupholders.’”
Shay refreshed her fake smile to appease the bastard. She felt he was beginning to like to her. She suddenly had an idea form in her brain. If she was going to be incarcerated in this damn place, a sympathetic guard could be a life-saver. This guy seemed relatively easy to win over and almost kinda-sorta likeable, if she could ignore the fact that he violently fucked her mouth an hour ago.
“Anyway,” the guy continued enthusiastically. “If I say ‘two-wrist surrender, palms up,’ you’d…” He paused and waited for her to perform it intuitively. “That’s it. Now you’re a cane holder, you see? Can be performed while standing or kneeling.”
“Yes Sir,” she smiled. Now she was fully committed to her plan to make him like her.
“Good girl. Now back to the leads. What would you do if I told you to do the 'dippy bird' surrender?”
She returned a blank stare. Dippy bird, what did that even mean?
He grinned. “That’s okay. I told you some of these had fancy names, not exactly self-explanatory. But you can still try to guess. Dippy bird, sometimes called the drinking bird. Do you know what that is?”
She shook her head coyly.
“Have you seen one of those stupid plastic novelty birds? You put it next to your glass and it dips down, and then gets back up.”
“Yes Sir,” she smiled with unexpected enthusiasm. “My grandfather had one.”
“There you go. Now you know what to do, don’t you?”
Shay nodded and took a step back, then bent forwards from the waist, imitating the drinking toy. When she attempted to rise back up, she felt his palm on the back of her head, keeping her in position.
“No. Hold it like that. Upper body parallel to the ground.” He pressed his other hand on the small of her back to force her into proper posture. “Legs as straight as possible. Arms behind your back. Wrists crossed. No, don’t bend your elbows.”
Shay tried her best to follow his instructions to the letter. As she did, she realized that this particular surrender could be used to ‘facilitate’ anal penetration. Was he about to fuck her in the ass now?
“I know what you’re thinking, slut Tyran,” he chuckled. “And yes, on rare occasions, this could be used as a ‘opener’ to begin an assrape. Some use it for posture training too. But it’s actually a “lead.” Even though he ruled out assrape, his hand on the small of back moved to her round ass-cheeks. He started to fondle them casually, His fingers occasionally teasing her anal and vaginal openings. She flinched and bent her knees slightly, not just because she was surprised by his uninvited touch, but because she assumed that a shy reaction like that would amuse him.
“You learned about limb surrenders before. This is a hair surrender.” He let her go and took a step back. “Now get back up and do it again. But this time, whip your hair to one side before you bend down. He may or may not indicate the side your hair should fall. If you’re not facing him, hair goes to the side where he is. If you’re facing him, you must take into account his dominant hand before whipping your hair.” He walked around and stood right in front of the nude girl. “Now, show me.”
Shay swallowed nervously. She didn’t know if he was right-handed or left handed. She tried to remember with which hand he grabbed her hair while fucking her throat back in the cell. She drew a blank, so she decided to go for right-handed. It was the safer choice.
She took a deep breath and forced a smile, straightened her arms and crossed her wrists at the back, threw her hair over her left shoulder and bent down from the waist as gracefully as possible. It wasn’t hard to do. She was naturally supple and had some modern dance training a couple years ago.
“Very good, masterless slut Tyran,” said the man said and grabbed her hair with his right hand. Shayla exhaled in relief.
“You properly surrendered yourself to be lead. Now, look straight down. You don’t actually have to keep your eyes open, but it is safer if you do. No side looks, no head turns, and no talking without permission. Understood?”
“Yes Sir,” she replied with her sweetest coy girl voice.
“Alright then. Now let’s get you to your next rape, eh?”
“Sorry Sir,” she said timidly, “I thought you were going to have me inspected?”
“Po-tay-to, po-tah-to,” chuckled the man. “Don’t you worry. You’ll have an official grade when we’re done with you.”
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I've upload a few chapters of the Lawsuit series. I'll upload the rest some time later. Didn't realize so many chapters were backed up lol.
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Lawsuit
Full Body Checkup
It was the moment she feared the most. It was the moment all the girls around the country feared. Before the audience with the prosecutor, it was just a possibility. Now, it was inevitable.
The guard was taking her to a raperoom. She was going to be gangraped. God knows for how long, or how many times.
Her mind was racing, but it was hard to guess from her steady, sheepish stride. Her naked body awkwardly bent forward from the waist, her bunched hair locked in the guard’s clenched fist, and her teary eyes fixed at a point on the floor, she walked quietly and obediently, without any protest or sign of hesitation.
She was still wearing the collar they put on her when she was arrested, but other than that she wasn’t restrained at all. They didn’t have to cuff or leash her. Their authority was absolute and indisputable. They were the state. They were men.
Shay was fully aware of how pathetic she looked. This must have been what people meant when they talked about having out-of-body experiences. She could almost watch herself being dragged by the BFA guard like a piece or luggage… No, more like a farm animal being led to slaughter. Perhaps even worse. Those animals dragged their feet, bleated and protested on their way to the butcher’s. They had more dignity than her.
Shay just… obeyed.
Without even a peep.
They passed people on the way. Some of them were leading other women. Thunderous thumps of heavy boots followed by timid tippy-taps of bare female feet. She could easily tell if they were being taken to or returning from a rape. Some walked jittery and tense, while others looked drained, shaky, and stumbling. Jizz was streaking down a couple of wobbly ones, leaving a trail of ominous droplets in their wake.
Shay’s guard didn’t talk at all during their long walk around the morbid maze of the BFA sub-levels. It was impossible to shut him up a few moments ago, when he was more than happy to lecture the clueless girl on various types of ‘surrenders’ like a wannabe professor. Shay figured that he no longer saw her worth talking to since the moment she bowed down and surrendered her hair. They weren't on the same level any more, literally. She had acquiesced to be treated as a mere pet, or worse, an object.
His adamant silence made her even more nervous. She was hoping to get on his good side with her ‘curious and enthusiastic naive girl’ act, but she certainly wouldn’t be able to make any progress by silently staring at the ground. She hoped that her previous efforts had some effect on his vile heart.
While she was trying to calculate her chances of getting through the day in one piece, they arrived at their destination. He took a quick turn, opened a door, and walked in without breaking pace. Shay followed in almost perfect posture. The color of the floor tiles changed. A cool breeze from a loud air conditioner at the far end of a spacious room hit her naked body. She shivered. She saw a few other guards in her peripheral vision. She could hear at least three others. Middle-aged males, chatting. Their abrupt entrance gave the lively conversation a pause, revealing a quiet cacophony of slurps and moans in the background. At least three other females, on their knees, possibly sucking the men's cocks?
She quickly stole a glance to understand what was happening. Her heart immediately started to pound with fear. She was instructed not to look around while being led, after all. Luckily, she wasn’t caught in the act.
Her initial impression was spot on. Three men in uniform sitting around a low table buried under a pile of playing cards and empty beer bottles, and three young women between their legs. All three girls were fully naked. But unlike Shay, they carried heavy metal collars with chains attached, and their wrists and ankles were shackled. More surprisingly, they were not actually kneeling. They were sitting on orifice training-saddles with motorized dildos. They were being threeholed by the guards and their machines, and none was making any loud noises. Was it training or fear, Shay wondered.
It was probably both.
“What do we have here?” one of the men asked.
“Inspection. This beautiful young lady is expected to appear in court soon. We need to put her in the system.”
“Inspection, eh? Why the hell did you bring her here then, meathead?”
“Aaah! You see, masterless slut Tyran is a very curious young woman. She has a newfound thirst for knowledge. I thought we can teach her a thing or two before slapping her with a grade.” He turned and pointed to a rusty metal cabinet at the far corner of the room. “And we still have the old inspection equipment in there, don’t we?”
“How nice of you,” laughed another officer. “Alright, let her go. Let’s see what we have here.”
She felt a relief on her scalp. His fist opened and Shay’s bunched hair fell in front of her blushing face. She froze with indecision. Should she stay like that, or stand up? Was the order to stand up implied? She decided to play safe and wait for a clear verbal command.
“Rise and stand on your tiptoes, legs apart,” ordered his guard after a long, nerve-wrecking pause. “Your heels will not touch the ground.”
She quickly did as told. It wasn’t difficult for her to balance like that. She was a dancer, after all. She stood there for half a second, then remembered what she was told to do in the prosecutor’s office. She quickly joined her hands behind her head. Her quick thinking got a smile of approval from her guard.
“Attagirl. Here's your second lesson, slut,” the man continued. “This is an ‘inspection.’ Inspection poses are meant to demonstrate your attractiveness, training, skills, obedience, and eagerness. Together, those elements determine your ‘utility.’ Are you following me?”
“Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir,” she said quickly, using her coy girl voice again. She didn’t know how one could effectively demonstrate level of training and skills by simply standing on tiptoes, but she certainly was determined to appear eager and obedient.
The second guy grabbed the girl licking his balls by the hair and pulled her head violently away, stood up, and approached Shayla. He walked around the beautiful babe and carefully examined every inch of her smooth pale skin.
“Wow. You’re right, Troy. This is a very nice piece of ass. Certainly rapeworthy.” He put his forefinger under Shay’s chin and turned her head towards him. “Are you a virgin, slut?”
“No Sir,” she stuttered.
“What’s your count?”
“Um… 13, sir.”
“13 utilizations?”
“Oh, sorry… 13 men, Sir. 51 utilizations.” She looked at her ‘tutor’ nervously. She remembered the little speech he gave her earlier about the proper meaning of the word ‘utilization’, of course, but this other guy simply meant ‘fucking,’ and certainly not ‘passing the salt.’
“51? Still grossly inexperienced,” grinned the man and took a few steps back. Shay drew a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down. It didn’t work.
“Let’s remedy that, shall we?” said her guard with an equally lecherous expression. “We'll begin with the ‘opener’ surrenders, slut Tyran.”
“Opener, Sir?”
“Yes, opener, as in opening your orifices for use. First, let’s do a popular hole surrender, eh? Do a ‘standing spitroast,’ slut. That’s an easy transition from ‘inspection.’ Can you figure out what to do without me explaining it to you?”
Shay struggled for a few seconds. She was still shivering from the cold. She quickly scanned the men’s faces for a hint. The two sitting were not even interested in her. Apparently their lewd conversation and the girls sucking their cocks were adequate entertainment for them. The one who seemed to be impressed by her bottom had an unchanging grin on his rugged leathery face. And her guard was standing like a statue with his arms crossed, patiently waiting for her to move.
She had to take a guess. A hole surrender named 'standing spitroast' sounded straightforward enough. She had to bend forward and present her crotch and mouth for easy penetration. That much was obvious. But what about her hands? She had no idea where she should put them. Join them at her back? Somewhere else? The man said an easy transition from inspection. Perhaps she shouldn’t move her hands at all?
She took a deep breath and bent over as gracefully as possible. She parted her legs further to keep her balance and stuck her butt out to provide easy access to her primary and secondary orifices. Finally she tilted her head back, opened her mouth wide, and stuck her tongue out for comfortable tertiary fuckhole penetration.
“What a wonderful little slut,” said the new guy. “Are you sure that she had no proper training?”
“None whatsoever,” replied his guard. “Complete novice. Would you believe that she never heard of the term 'surrender' until ten minutes ago?”
“What? What the fuck are they teaching girls in school these days?” the other commented.
“That’s exactly what I said. Our tax money, burning away.” He patted her on the head and walked behind her.
She heard a belt unbuckling. Her breathing quickened. Then a rough hand landed on her left ass-cheek and started to fondle her. After a few seconds of exploration, it found the small of her back and pressed it down to force her into a deeper arch. Then she felt his tip on the entrance of her pussy. She held her breath and waited. He pushed slowly until the bulbous head of the organ popped inside her. He grabbed her slender waist with both hands, waited for a second, then shoved the entire thing up her fuckhole.
A loud throaty moan escaped Shay’s lips once the huge thing hit her cervix. She immediately suppressed the following moans. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do, moan-wise, but she chose to follow the example of the other three girls currently getting hole-trained on fuck-saddles as quietly as possible.
Her decision to keep her voice down was rendered pointless a couple of seconds later anyway. The new guy grabbed her head and shoved his shorter but thicker member into her gaping mouth. The monster of a dick violently stretched her lips to the limit and almost dislocated her jaw.
Now fully penetrated on both ends by big fat cocks, the young girl felt like she was impaled on a long stick. She was used to getting utilized by boys her age, of course. She had been shared by two guys multiple times before, and once four boys took turns in her when she was drunk at a party... but she never had two dicks in her at the same time until this very moment. And certainly, she had never seen penises comparable to these fully grown, diamond hard monsters. Now both were buried in her, destroying her sphincters and stretching her jizztubes.
The guard she was trying to win over was now plowing her in full speed, brutally and ruthlessly. It was simply too much for the young beauty. Her bottom was now bright red and her mind was burning with incredible pain. The steely rod was so deep inside her fuckhole, she almost felt it pressing into her ribcage. On the other end, the bastard with the fat knob was forcing it down her throat without mercy. Tears were gushing out of her eyes. She was totally overwhelmed. She felt like dying.
After a few minutes of irregular, animalistic fucking, the men started to match speed and eventually synchronized somehow. Shay struggled to keep her balance on her tiptoes. It was practically impossible at this point. She was basically stuck between the two men, one holding her by the waist and the other by her hair and throat, her feet barely touching the ground. Her young slender body was going back and forth between their crotches like a toy two bullies were fighting over.
As they fucked her, her violators kept talking about random stuff. The topics never included her. She was just something they warmed their cocks in, nothing worth talking about. It was deeply humiliating, of course, but Shay strangely felt relieved. At least they were no longer asking her questions or giving her commands. She was in too much pain to respond properly anyway.
After a while, they decided to switch holes. Seriously rapedrunk at this point, she barely noticed their hands moving from one body part to another. They pulled out of her, lifted her up like a feather, rotated her body hundred-and-eighty degrees, and penetrated her again before she could catch her breath. Another brutal round of deep fucking followed.
She passed out at some point. Her slender body was too delicate to withstand this rough treatment. After who knows how long, she was woken up by a series of slaps across the face. She found herself pinned against a wall, her guard’s hand at her throat, holding her a few inches above ground. She panicked. Her legs kicked the air in search of terra firma. Realising that she regained consciousness, the man relaxed his hand and lowered her, allowing her feet touch the ground. He let her throat go once she found her balance.
“Stand up straight, slut,” the other man said. He was standing next to a bulky old machine, almost as tall as himself. The rickety thing had a few camera lenses and blinking lights ogling her shivering body. Once she calmed down a little, she felt a familiar fluid leaking out of her pussy. Next thing she noticed was the salty, sticky taste in her mouth.”
Her guard handed her a paper towel and pointed to her chin. “Here, wipe yourself up, sweetheart.”
She hastily wiped the cum on her chin and inner thighs. Then she quickly fixed her hair and corrected her posture as well as she could. She was cold and disoriented, her entire body was in pain, and she barely had the energy to stand, but she wasn’t going to look like a cheap whore in her inspection photos.
The machine started to purr and click and continued to scan and photograph her for a full minute. Once the process was complete, the big rusty bucket of bolts spluttered and came to a stop. At that very moment, she spent the last bit of energy she had and collapsed onto the floor.
“A high-end A, most definitely.”
It was the last thing she heard. She passed out with a slight smile on her face.
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Lawsuit
The Visit
Shayla and Yasmeen perked up when they heard a familiar clip clop of high heels echoing in the distance. It had been two days since they had last seen their legal counsel in the Prosec’s office, where the two girls were formally arrested and charged for a number of serious violations they failed to understand fully.
Nobody bothered to tell them what their exact crime was, or explained the legal process waiting for them. They both woke up in their cell after blacking out during their respective gangrapes, and found themselves strapped to sprit-roasting tables, gagged and spread-eagled. Their wide ring-gags allowed the guards to feed them a disgusting slave-slop in the morning and fuck their mouths for the remainder of the day. The frequent facial abuse wouldn’t be that bad if only they were able to close their mouths in between. The pain in their jaws and the incessant drooling was the worst part. Of course, their misery was compounded by the constant vaginal and anal violation.
That was why they were extremely excited to hear the young woman approaching. She was their sole source of information from the outside. These awful gags prevented them from asking any questions. They weren’t able to talk to each other either, even during the brief moments they were left alone and unfucked. It was constant hell.
The door screeched open and two burly guards entered. Shay didn’t recognize the men. She had been trying to build a simple catalogue of her rapists in her mind for the past two days in the hopes of endearing herself to one of them, but so far, none had abused her twice. It was a different guard every time. She secretly hoped to see the pedantic asshole with whom she briefly conversed prior to her inspection-slash-gangrape, but the man never visited her cell since then. How many men worked in this place? This constant stream of new faces made it simply impossible for the girl to build some kind of rapport with one of her rapists.
One of the guards stopped between their padded horses, looked at both girls briefly, and immediately stuck his cock in Yas without even saying anything. His friend then walked up to Shay and grabbed her chin, moved her head from side to side to examine her pretty, tear-soaked face. Shay sighed and prepared herself for another facefuck. He took a step back instead.
“All right, you may come in, cunt,” he yelled as he continued to examine the girl’s naked slender body restrained on the padded wooden rapehorse.
Shay was confused for a moment. Their legal counsel Sofia was a freewoman, not a slave. As a bareneck, she should have been addressed as a “masterless slut,” or simply a “slut.” Why would this uncivilized baboon call her a “cunt” as if she was owned?
Unless… her firm was dissatisfied with her performance and decided to-
The young woman waiting at the door finally entered the room and walked up to the spot the man vacated a moment ago. “Hello ladies,” she greeted with a big smile. “This cunt is Melanie Cumpster, representing Exquisite Cuntlings Training House and Teen Boutique.” She threw her hands in the air and pointed at the confused girls in an overly theatrical manner. “Your future home. Your future master’s shop.”
Both prisoners held their breath in fear. Even though the simple sentence she uttered terrified them to their core, this strange visitor certainly didn’t look like a scary monster. She was a young woman in her late-twenties, with a big skewed smile. Her disheveled short hair dyed purple stood in stark contrast to the ill-fitting business suit she was wearing.
“First of all, I’d like to thank officers Dawes and Harris for letting this lowly cunt visit you girls,” she continued. “It is an absolute privilege to see our enforcers hard at work.” She winked to the man who was fucking Yasmeen indifferently, then turned to the other who was getting ready to penetrate Shay. “May this cunt assist you, Master-Agent Harris? It would be an honor.”
Harris paused for a second and nodded with a sour face. He seemed vexed by the purple-top slavegirl’s unexpected visit. These poor men, they just wanted to relax with a quick rape at the end of a long shift, but now that had to babysit this annoying cunt too.
Melanie beamed and leaned over Shay to unzip the officer’s pants, took out his semi-erect dick out and weighed it in her hand. “Oh man! What an awesome monster!” she exclaimed and turned to Shay. “You’re in for a treat, slut Tyran. Can’t wait to see this thing drill into your tight little holes.” She turned back to the man as she skilfully stroked his cock to full hardness. “Pussy or ass, Sir?”
“Pussy first,” the man replied. This time he didn’t sound annoyed at all. The purple-haired slave seemed to have a knack for endearing herself to superiors.
“Wonderful choice, Sir,” she smiled. “Look at that tight little pussy! Makes me wish I had a penis, you know?” She bent down and gave the girl’s blushing pussy a quick lick. “Your girl-destroyer made her wet too, Sir,” she commented. This time he almost smiled. Melanie parted Shay’s outer labia with her slender fingers and guided the guy’s cock to the entrance of her womanhood.
“She is ready to be destroyed, Sir. You’ll mash her internal organs into puree.”
“Oh yes, I will,” he said this time. The tip of his penis was now pressing into Shay’s defenseless vagina.
“If you don’t mind,” Melanie smiled disarmingly, “may this cunt have the honor of pushing you into her? Just to feel the awesome power of a SEFR officer, ripping this law-breaking whore apart with his righteous mighty cock?”
Now visibly amused, the man nodded. Melanie thanked him and walked around to grab his waist from behind. She made sure that his organ was aligned properly and pressed her body onto his, pushing his hips forward. His cock easily penetrated Shay’s fuckhole and forced a pained groan out of her gagged mouth. Melanie gave him a few more pushes before letting him go. Once Harris started to fuck the pale slender girl with a slow pace, Melanie returned to her spot between the whimpering prisoners.
“What a sight!” she exclaimed, putting her hands over the girls’ stomachs. “I can feel them in there, moving, tearing, smashing. The long cock of the law battering their confused uteruses. They deserve much worse than this, surely. They both did.” She moved her hands to their clits and started rubbing them. “But this cunt humbly begs you to refrain from damaging these pieces of fuckmeat too much. You see, they’ll belong to my master by the end of the week.”
“Perhaps,” huffed the officer speedfucking Yasmeen roughly. Unlike his colleague, he seemed unaffected by the purple-haired pixie’s charm. “It is for the judge to decide. We’ll be enjoying these little whores until then.”
“Of course,” Mel smiled. “You’re doing my master a favor, actually. He wants them properly and utterly crushed and humiliated before sending them to puppy training.”
“Ah! Your master wants to turn them into petgirls, eh?” Harris grinned. Both Shay and Yas looked at Melanie with terror in their widened eyes. They were already scared out of their minds by the growing prospect of becoming slaves. But being turned into petgirls? It was an even worse nightmare.
“Woofers or talkers?”
“It depends on their attitude,” replied Mel. Shay shook her head no, tears gushing out of her pleading eyes. Mel stroke the girl’s hair gently with a warm smile. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. My master is the greatest. Trust me, the training will be hard and long, but you’ll become a grateful puppy in the end. It is the best life for fucktoys like you and me.
“Enough,” interrupted Dawes, as he switched from Yasmeen’s pussy to her asshole. “You wanted a few minutes to ask a couple questions. Ask your fucking questions and get lost, cunt.”
“Yes Sir Master-Agent Dawes, Sir,” said Melanie, with perfect obedience on her face. Then she turned to the girls. “Now, my Master has a one time offer for you. The first girl to take up on his offer will be allowed to talk as a petgirl. The other will be a woofer until the end of her life. Understood?”
The two looked at each other for a moment. It sounded like the worst offer in the history of offers. But both realized that one of those horrible fates would be infinitely worse compared to the alternative.
“Now listen carefully, sluts. My master is willing to reward you with preferential treatment if you provide us with information that will lead to the capture of your runaway friend. Think long and well, and tell me. Where is Bonnie Lass?”
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The Harvest - 6/ The Operation 36
“I know this is last minute, but our herd is small enough for you to easily squeeze in anywhere, Mr Taureau”, the man said. “Even a nook with the least traffic would do.”
Maurice Taureau threw a long look at the five completely naked women on their hands and knees. Four redheads and a brunette, properly collared and tailplugged, all wearing old-fashioned pig-tailed cowgirl masks that covered their faces except for their tertiary fuckholes looked back at him with their sad puppy eyes.
“Alright,” he shrugged. “As long as you are fine with it... I guess I can move some haybales and create a raping-stall for your stock. They won’t get much action though.”
“That’s fine,” the man with the dark mustache said.
“The rent is still the same though, you understand that?”
“Of course, sir. Shall we?”
Taureau took another look at the girls and turned around to lead the way. The group followed. “You aren’t from around here, are you?” the sour-faced rancher asked. “We have a lot of out-of-towners this year.”
“No Sir,” the man replied as he adjusted his glasses. “It’s our first time visiting, actually. My buddy and I are accountants from Randyville. We never raised any fuck-cattle before. Never traded women, actually.”
“It shows,” the other man said. “You're slouching too much, my boy. Try standing up straight will you?"
"Yeah, years of desk work does this to you, you know?" said the man and straightened up a bit. "I hope this vacation will improve my posture." He pushed his glasses back again and smiled.
"Right. So, who are these lovelies, then? Former co-workers?”
“This one is my ex wife,” the guy responded, pointing to the middle-aged redhead crawling at the rear. And that slender one next to her is my pal’s ex-girlfriend. Almost-fiancee I should say. The other three, we wrangled last week, bought from co-workers at the office.”
“Ah! amateur slutherders, eh? I’ve seen a lot of city-slickers like you recently. Most are here to see some kind of special show. Apparently there will be a public rapexecution this year. A foreign celebrity whore, I think. Are you here for that too?”
“No sir,” the man replied. “I wasn’t aware of such a show. A foreign celebrity you say?”
“Yeah,” exhaled the man and spat on the ground with disgust. “What a travesty! Snuffing a bitch in our Harvest Festival? This is supposed to be a celebration of female lives dedicated to male needs. And these fucking assholes wanna do the exact opposite. On TV too. It will bring all the despicable assholes to our decent little cowgirl-raising region, I tells ya!”
“I see. You don’t need to worry about us, Sir. We won’t be going anywhere near that thing. We are here just to rent out our property until the auction day, sell them, and perhaps buy a couple of better ones if we make enough money.”
“Good man,” said Taureau and stopped in front of an empty stall. “You know what? Fuck that storage area. I’ll give you nice boys this one right here. I was saving it for emergencies. It has only three rapestalls, but you should do a rotation anyway. It will be a long week. Better to let two rest while the other three take cocks.”
“Three will do, certainly,” smiled the man. “May I offer you a blowjob from one of the girls as a thank you? I guess we have some time before the tasting starts?”
Taureau turned to the women and looked at each one for a few second. “Sure, why not. I’m partial to strawberry redheads myself. How about this one?”
The man grabbed the young girl Taureau had been ogling from the moment they met and handed her to the rugged-faced rancher. “This is Heiferette. Bought her for a good price from her step-dad.”
Taureau grinned and dragged the girl to a wooden chair behind the stalls. “I like these old-school masks,” he said as he sat down. “Love the pigtails. They are the best facefuck handles.” The girl obediently took her place between his legs and started to unbuckle his belt. After a few seconds, his semi-flaccid dick was throbbing in her skilled mouth.
“She’s young, but has experience,” the man said as he leaned back to let her serve freely. “She was trained before you bought her, I guess.”
“Yes, Sir. Her step-father was a rather nasty fat fuck. I guess he disciplined her regularly.”
“Shows,” the rancher agreed. “Looks scared. Beaten excessively, I reckon. It’s a shame. But you know, some of these calves, that’s the only way they learn.” He turned to the two city-slickers after admiring the girl’s mouthwork for a few seconds. “Don’t you stand there like scarecrows, guys. Go ahead, pull a chair each, grab a couple of those heifers and join me, will you? Let’s have a nice blowie-chat. I have some time to kill until tasting launch.”
“Yes Sir,” the man said and turned to the remaining cows of his herd, snatched the brunette by the hair and dragged her to the chair next to the rancher’s. His stockier partner chose the tallest redhead and followed him. They took out their cocks and shoved in the mouths of their respective cows.
“Your do all the talking.” Taureau pointed at the other man. “Your friend is a deaf-mute or somethin’?”
“I’m not,” the other man replied with a deep raspy tone. “I don’t like to talk much. My voice, it scares the women.”
“That’s a good thing,” laughed the balding rancher. “Fear makes them better.” The other two snickered back and all relaxed further as the three young women continued to work on their now fully-erect manhoods.
“This foreign girl you mentioned,” the accountant started after a few moments, “is she the reason why we couldn’t find a decent hotel room around here? They are all booked out, it seems.”
“Probably,” said the man obliviously. Heiferette was doing a great job on his big fat member, bobbing her head up and down gracefully, making the tiniest sexy noises as she moved. She was well-trained and skilled, and much more elegant-looking than the farm-raised fuckcalves he was used to shove his dick in. She was a city girl after all. These sluts were raised in velvet boxes and never worked a day in their lives, until the day they were enslaved and turned into cum-receptacles.
“So, you guys don’t have a place to stay?”
“No Sir,” the man replied. “We were hoping that you’d let us sleep here, perhaps? We can throw our sleeping bags back there and-”
“Poppycock!” the other interrupted. “I have more than enough guest rooms in my house. After you’re done here, you’re coming with me.”
“That’s very generous of you, Mr Taureau,” said the man with a smile. “You’re a life saver. We’ll pay you for the lodgings of course.”
“Don’t worry about that,” waved the rancher. “To answer your earlier question, yes, it seems the hotels are full because of that fucking morbid spectacle. Normally, I wouldn’t mind more customers. It’s good for the farmers. More bidders mean higher prices and less spinsters. I’m sure most daughters will be heading to nice new homes at the end of the week. But this thing... it will sully the good name of the Rape Festival. So, what, do we have to snuff a big name whore every year as the main event? I hope this wont become a regular thing.”
“How many of your daughters will you put on the auction block?” asked the shorter man, without diverting his eyes from the tall redhead serving his member.
“None. Not this year. My herd is still maturing, you see. I entered this cowgirl business much later than my neighbors.”
“Ah? I assumed you’d have at least ten or more. You run the rapegrounds for the festival, aren’t you?”
“I’m just the landlord,” said the man with a sour face. “This used to be a vineyard fifteen years ago. Harvesttime was an entirely different thing back then. It used to be called the 'Grape Fest.' A few years after the revolution some overzealous upstarts dropped the G and launched an alternative festival. It grew so fast and overtook the original event before we knew it.”
He examined his guests’ faces for a moment. They looked interested in the story enough, so he continued. He liked to talk about the good old days. “You know, even before the Law, men around these parts had several wives and scores of daughters. It’s our god-given right and duty, and an economic necessity too. Women worked the wineries, you see? After the institution of slavery, things changed pretty quickly. The vineyards were replaced with girlbarns one after another. In the beginning, I refused to do it, you know. For a looong while. But it’s impossible to resist such a quick and radical change. Eventually I had to transition too. See those five barns over there? They house my six mother hens and thirty-four daughters. Eight of them will be old enough to sell next year. This area, I rent out to the festival. They’ll trash the place throughout the week and regular drunken fights will keep us up at night, but it’s good money.”
The guests nodded. Taureau paused for a moment to empty the contents of his balls into the talented heifer’s mouth. She respectfully sat back up and swallowed the cum she received.
“Would you like to try her sister next?” asked the accountant and pointed to the other young redhead waiting by his side. We call this one Heiferella.”
“Sisters, eh? Heiferette and Heiferella! A bit on the nose, don’t you think? Yeah, gotta have the complete set, I guess,” snickered the rancher and pulled his cock back, exposing his saggy testicles. Heiferella obediently replaced her older sister between his legs and started to lick the man’s balls without wasting any time.
“Such good girls, both of them,” he said, delighted by the magical flicks of her tongue. “Trained by the same tough master, I‘m sure?” The other nodded.
“You’re an experienced rancher,” the man restarted after a brief pause. “Can you tell us what to expect at the auction? What would be a good price for our cows, for example?”
“Can’t say before tasting them all,” the guy said, “but these two girls will probably go for two-to- three grand each. You might think that selling sisters as a set is a good idea. That may work in a city, perhaps. But out here, I wouldn’t recommend it. You see, almost all the merchandize here are sisters anyway. That’s nothing special in the north. Sell them separately, you’ll get more money that way.”
“That’s good advice,” said the shorter man.
“Yeah, and the older one, your ex-wife, was she?” The accountant nodded and patted the middle-aged cow on the head, almost too gently. “Hard to sell that one. You’ll get a couple hundred at most. But don’t worry. Big dairy corporations in the area buy the spinsters in bulk after the festival. They bovinize them and stick them in one of those milking coffins.”
“Coffins? Sounds terrible,” said the man. The brunette sucking his cock at a slow pace seemed to get nervous for a brief moment too.
“I call them coffins, but the technical term is milking pod or some shit. Indeed, it’s terrible. They drug the women out of their minds, constantly inject them with all kinds of hormones and stuff, and milk them for years, until their yield drops below some fucking profit number. I wouldn’t sell any of my daughters to those bastards, personally.”
“Sounds bad, but at least they are not going to be snuffed like this foreign woman you mentioned.” the other guy chimed in. “This one must be a nasty criminal or something. Only the state can do public rapexecutions.”
The rancher nodded. He was ejaculating again. Heiferella, like her sister before her, sat up and swallowed, then went back down to lick his cock clean.
“Strange” the other guest said. “I didn’t see a lot of state presence. They’ll probably bring her on the day, eh?”
“Perhaps,” said the rancher. “The festival organizer told me that they’ll arrive the night before. But if you ask me, they’re already here.”
“You think so?” the other man asked, with a slight air of indifference. He grabbed the brunette by her pigtails and forced her to pick up the pace. He seemed close to an orgasm.
“Yes,” continued the rancher, immensely enjoying young Heiferella’s post ejaculation tongue-work. “They’re pretty secretive about their operation, those fucking g-men. But I grew up in this area, you know. I know every nook and cranny, inside and out, and I know exactly where they must be keeping the poor bitch.” He stopped, slapped the girl away, and brought his finger to his lips. “Between you and me, of course,” he said in a hushed voice.
“Of course, mum’s the word,” said Tamer and turned to his friend. “We don’t want to get in any trouble with the g-men, do we?”
“No,” replied Ktinodis, patting Lidia on the head as she swallowed his load. "We just hope to have a good time and go home with a few good women.”
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The Operation - 37
“What do you think?”
“I think you look ridiculous with that mustache. Raven black? Seriously? I liked you better as a ginger.”
“Be serious, Miss Gulfer,” said Tamer, without looking at the ex-slavecop. “Can you tell if this is a SEFR hideout or not?”
Lidia took the binoculars from the man and scanned the house in the distance. It was a smallish two-story building nested in a wooded alcove. Three men were lounging on the front yard. Two of them had women serving their cocks. Another one was taking a stroll around the property. It looked like a casual gathering of friends.
“I think… It’s possible. They carry themselves like military. They could be Section-Eighters.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course not. I’m just a glorified hunting dog. How many times do I have to remind you?”
“I’ve seen enough to dismiss that statement as defensive modesty, Miss Gulfer. Like many of your sisters, you probably developed a habit of holding back and underplaying your abilities in order not to draw the attention of the males around you. No, you’re very knowledgeable, resourceful and smart.”
“Wow! Thanks for that,” said Lidia with a smile. “You’re strange man, Commander. I mean, both of you guys are, but… Anyway. You’re a straight shooter, and I know you really mean it when you say such things.” She paused and turned her attention back to the building. “As I said, I’m not sure if the men are from Section Eight or not. But those girls are definitely state-owned and trained. Athletic, tall, dutiful… They are S-grades, no doubt about that. Slavecops or slave-ops.”
“That’s good,” said Tamer. “I’m glad I brought you along.”
Lidia handed the binoculars back to the man and turned around to rest her back on the tree trunk. He resumed watching the house.
“Why did you bring me along?” she asked after a few seconds.
“Isn’t it obvious? Your expertise is invaluable for this task.”
“No. That’s one of the reasons, and not a very important one. You could easily come to the same conclusion with or without my opinion. Why did you bring me along, really?”
“Why do you think?” he asked back.
“You don’t like the fact that I’m constantly fucking your comrades, perhaps? I’m distracting them, compromising the mission, etcetera. You don’t want to leave me alone with them. Too dangerous.”
“That’s indeed one of the reasons,” confirmed the man as he continued to surveil the men at the house.
“So, what, are we gonna hang out together from now on, you and I?”
“Why, don’t you enjoy my company, Miss Gulfer?”
She looked at him for a few seconds. “I do, actually. I like the way you talk to me. You are always polite, respectful and honest.” She paused for a moment and put her hand on his thigh. “You are very sexy too. I’d love to suck your cock for hours and drive you insane. But unfortunately, I just know that you’d never agree to touch me that way. It’s against your code, right?”
“You are just not my type,” said Tamer with a forced smile at the corner of his lips.
"Redheads with big tits?"
"Double agents with questionable taste in men."
“Shame,” chuckled the girl. “This is a very nice place to serve. The cool mountain breeze, warm northern sun, the sound of that creek… Getting raped here would be-”
“It is rather unsettling when you use that word casually, Miss Gulfer,” he interrupted. “Perhaps you could go with another, milder synonym in our conversations?”
“I doubt if anything I say could unsettle you, Commander.” she said, and stared at him for a few seconds, thinking. “But I’d like to try anyway. I think it’s an interesting challenge.”
“A challenge?”
Lidia didn’t respond. She straightened up and sat on her heels, assuming a typical slave kneeling position, only slightly casual. “Now I’m unbuckling your belt and unzipping your pants.”
“Excuse me?” Tamer took his eyes off the target for the first time since the beginning of their conversation and looked at the ex-slavecop.
“In my mind,” chuckled Lidia. “I’ll serve you now. You cannot do anything about it if I imagine it, can you?”
Tamer faked a smile again and turned his attention back to the house. “In that case, please keep it to yourself,” he said apathetically.
“No,” grinned Lidia. “I’m not taking orders from men any more, you see? I mean… I do, but I’m not obeying this one.” She relaxed her posture even further. “I kneel before you and pull your pants down enough to reveal your briefs. Then I roll your shirt up and start kissing your rock hard abs.”
“I’m surprised to see you play such a juvenile game, Miss Gulfer,” mumbled Tamer as he jotted down notes about the patterns guards seemed to follow. “Perhaps I was wrong about you. You may be an accomplished slavecop, but you’re still very young after all.”
“Every time you address me with my real name, you make me so wet,” she smiled and continued. When I’m done kissing, licking, and smelling your stomach, I slowly move my lips down to your crotch, catch your briefs with my teeth, and pull ‘em down. Your steely rod springs out and slaps me on the cheek. I let out a surprised shriek. Your thing… It looks wonderful. So big and mighty. It’s a true cunt-destroyer. A girl-killer.”
“I think there is a sniper on that hill over there,” Tamer said, apparently unaffected by Lidia’s attempts to break his composure. “Cannot see anything from this angle, but that’s where I’d place one if I were them.”
“From this angle,” continued the girl, “it looks so delicious. I rise on my knees to line my mouth with the monster. I smell it, inhale its essence, admire its beauty… It radiates strength. I can feel its destructive power. I can barely restrain myself. I want it to ruin my holes one by one.”
Tamer lowered the binoculars and finished his simple sketch of the surroundings. “Very vivid description. Your talents are wasted on police work. Perhaps you should seek a career in erotic literature when we return home?”
Lidia wasn’t discouraged at all by his adamant apathy. “I part my lips. Your glorious cock is my new god. I must serve it. I gather my courage and give its head a tiny little kiss. I shiver. My pussy swells and opens like a flower. It yearns for its new god’s touch. It needs to be penetrated, ripped apart, destroyed by it. But I have to earn that privilege. I must please it with my mouth first. Show my devotion. Worship it!”
Having run out of things to busy himself with, Tamer finally turned to the woman and looked into her eyes. “Are you done? Shall we head back now?”
“I give it a bigger kiss. I just cannot stop myself now. I deferentially put my full lips on it and launch forward like a thirsty animal. It enters my mouth, stretches my lips, presses down my tongue, fills my throat, chokes me… I don’t mind the danger of asphyxiation. I don’t need air to breathe, I need your cock to live. I wait until your dick stuffs me fully, then start to move my head back and forth. I want to give you pleasures you never had. I want to be useful. I want to serve and satisfy.”
Tamer exhaled in frustration and pursed his lips.
“But it isn’t enough. My entire body yearns for destruction. I eventually stop begging with my lips and tongue. I lie back, part my trembling legs wide and lift them up, present all three of my fuckholes for you to choose from.”
“I’m sure this could be very entertaining for someone who likes this sort of thing,” Tamer said impatiently. “Unfortunately, I’m not a person who-”
“Then you look down and see the face of the girl worshiping you for the first time. You recognize the brunette you brought here. She is looking back at you with those big blue eyes. You see the thirst in them. Her trembling, glistening lips part with desire, silently repeating a prayer, a plead… All she wants is you to take her like a wild animal, to feel your breath on her face, to embrace your benevolent manhood with her desire-crazed pussy. And you do, starting with her swollen babymaker. You enter her and start pounding and smashing it, until her moans of delight go supersonic. She comes and comes, then again and again when you fuck her tight ass next. You penetrate her mouth in the end, and fuck her throat like there is no tomorrow. You finally finish on her beautiful blushing face. You leave her on the ground, drained and panting, her womanhood smashed to pieces of bliss, her entire body covered in your sweat and semen, and her lips quivering with a satisfied smile.”
Tamer held his breath for half a second and froze on the brink of some kind of human expression, but managed to gain control of his facial muscles just in time. “Well played, Miss Gulfer. I see you aren’t done playing matchmaker.” He grabbed his equipment and stuffed them into his backpack. “Come on then, let’s get out of here. You can walk until we reach the main road. You’ll don your mask and go down on all fours after that.”
“Yes Sir,” replied Lidia with a sarcastic salute. She wasn’t able to provoke an unusual expression on the Ottohun’s perfect mask, but she was proud of her little performance anyway. She could feel that it had an impact on him, however small it may be. She stood up and followed the man.
“You really think that you can get out of this country unscathed and go home with your prized dancer?” she asked when she caught up with him. “You realize that this is most definitely a trap, right? Nagel recognized you and caught you. This means SEFR already had your descriptions or photos even before you rang his bell. They knew you were coming.”
“Nagel got lucky,” Tamer replied. “We must have messed up somewhere, and he picked up on it. Then he improvized, and very amateurishly, I should add. His ridiculous overconfidence was his undoing. It wasn’t an elaborate trap. Had it been a proper sting operation, we would have been executed already.” He paused for a moment. “But I agree with you. They probably have our description and or photos, and this is likely a trap. Perhaps the Heimdaller camera ID-ed us, but that’s not all. He knew exactly where we were from, and why we were here. They must have a mole in the FLF.”
“Hard to infiltrate the FLF,” objected Lidia. “I’d know. Freedom is a potent drug. You cannot possibly stay loyal to the rapists when you are out of their reach. Unless you are batshit insane, of course.”
“There are many ways to instill insanity and and stabilize it until a specific goal is achieved, Miss Gulfer,” said Tamer. “You can ask your gentle lover all about it when we return to the so-called cowrapegrounds.”
They walked for a few more seconds without talking. They were thinking about the same thing.
“It must be the man, right?” asked Lidia after a while.
“The man was summarily executed by the agents,” dismissed the commander. “Possible, but unlikely. My money is on the blonde girl. Something was off about her. Her behaviour was… inconsistent.”
“Persephone?” asked Lidia. She searched her memory to see what the man meant by “inconsistent.” She wanted to present a counter-argument, but no alternative explanations came to her mind.
“Don’t blame yourself, Miss Gulfer. You couldn’t possibly tell. You were too busy trying to hide the fact that you were an imposter yourself. You had done a good job too. I worked in counter-intelligence for years, and I was unable to spot you or the other girl. Only on hindsight, can I see the suspect behavior.”
Another spell of silent contemplation followed. Lidia was grateful for his reassuring words. She was a big liability and perhaps the most unpredictable element in the mix, but the commander was consistently treating her as a member of the team. Of course, she had no illusions about it. She knew that he didn’t really trust her fully, and she didn’t blame him for that. At least she was no longer “expendable” now that the Ottohun secret service deemed her a valuable asset.
“What’s the likelihood that your dancer is in that house, really?” she asked. “I mean, why would they really bring her here? The trap would work with or without her.”
“I say fifty-fifty,” said the commander. “I think your old masters finally started to take us more seriously after we took down their boss. Our desperate strategy to provoke them failed, I’m afraid. A much smarter man seems to be in charge of the manhunt now. Possibly an experienced officer from the corps and not a power-grabbing politician like that cocksure bastard you happily castrated. He is restrained and patient. There are no roadblocks, systematic checks, Cunthounds scanning the area. Instead of wasting his energy searching for us endlessly, he showed us the way into his obvious trap. He knows by now that we aren’t going back without that woman.”
“I understand all that, but you didn’t really answer my question,” said Lidia.
“I didn’t? I thought it was clear enough. His trap is obvious. It’s an open challenge. But this house, it’s inconspicuous and well hidden. That makes me think that it could be the real thing.”
“Maybe, but I wouldn’t bet my life on it.”
“I’m not a betting man myself. We’ll not gamble. Instead, we’ll smash the roulette table with a wrecking ball.”
“You’ll attack the house? No planning or sneaking?”
“Me? No, I’ll unleash the monster I brought along.” He turned to her and winked, like a normal human. “I understand my good friend Martin is a gentle and generous lover with you, Miss Gulfer, but believe me, he has other talents too.”
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The Operation - 38
“I just don’t understand why this one is special.” Master-Agent Johness gestured to A-S Chokesow to approach. The slavecop swiftly went down to her knees and opened her mouth. Johness put out his cigarette on her tongue and lit a new one. She flinched in pain but swallowed the butt without protest. “I work rapexecutions twice a week. I have done all kinds from high-level fluffers to hapless shoplifters. For the last four years and I have never seen such heavy security for a single cunt. And we’re stuck in this stupid hut in the middle of nowhere. Who the hell is this woman? What did she do?”
“I don’t know,” replied Hertz. “And I don’t care. I like it here. We don't even have to wear uniforms. It’s like a vacation, you know.” He paused for a moment to ejaculate in Agent-slave Suckvixen’s skilled mouth. She swallowed his load and braced for the finishing slaps before going back to proper kneeling position. “And we get to see the Harvest Festival too. Have you even been here before?”
“Fucking cow-country? Hell no. I loathe everything north of Bitcham. Fucking hicks and their bovinized cunts!”
“That’s a stereotype,” dismissed Hertz. “Not all girls here are bovinized. Just the milkers.”
“Whatever. I think it’s a fucking waste.”
“Waste, eh? Think about that the next time you enjoy a grilled cheese sandwich. I’ve seen a documentary about it. Bovinization isn’t done just to render them content and docile, it also multiplies their milk yield. Without the procedure, the milk industry cannot turn a profit. Industry would collapse. There would be shortage on dairy products. That would lead to inflation, which would cause social unrest. It could even jeopardize the glorious revolution. People love their fucking cheese, brother.” He paused for dramatic effect and patted Suckvixen on the head. “You see, they bovinize the women... in order to turn men into sheep.”
“You fucking nerd,” laughed Agent Wake who returned from the kitchen with three beers. “I gotta hand it to you, you make all that bullshit sound almost convincing.” He tossed a bottle to each.
“Fuck you! Unlike you no-good meatheads, I occasionally read.”
“Read this,” said Wake, and handed him a tablet. “Our new orders from our new fearless leader Agent Viltis.”
Hertz picked up the device and scanned the text on the screen quickly. “This Viltis, looks like a robot, talks like a robot, and writes like a robot. Look at this flawless punctuation and phrasing.”
“Is that annoyance I hear in your voice? I thought you liked the asshole,” chuckled Johness and put out another cigarette on his loyal cunttracker’s ashen tongue. “He walked in, looked at you once, and made you team captain. It was like love at first sight.”
“Yes, I do like him,” said Hertz. “I prefer that humorless robot over the usual morons in charge. Don’t you?”
“Shut up and read the last paragraph,” said Wake.
Hertz returned his attention to the screen. His expression changed once he finished reading. “What the hell?”
“What? What’s going on?” asked Johness. He lit another cigarette.
“The robot wants us to make a short film, apparently. We are supposed to rape the prisoner in a specific way. Edit it and...”
“Check out the attachment,” snickered Wake. “He even sent a screenplay. There is a strict sequence of actions, things to say. It’s crazy.”
“Why the hell are we filming a gangrape session?” asked Johness. “I mean, there are multiple security cameras in the raperoom already. The HQ has continuous feed of her utilization, right?”
“This is for that foreign journalist woman,” said Hertz. “You know, the one they let film the Harvest preparations? We’ll make the prisoner say some specific things and leak the footage to the Saharans. Viltis must be playing some kind of game with them.”
“I don’t care,” said Wake and put his empty beer bottle on the table. “Come on. We are wasting precious rape time. Let’s go and start working on that little whore.”
“You guys go ahead,” said Hertz. I did her just an hour ago. You know, too much of a good thing… I think I’ll have a nap instead before we swap with those dickheads patrolling the perimeter.”
“Screw this nerd,” Johness snickered. “He just wants to watch his stupid documentaries.” He shoved Chokesow in his cuntlocker and followed Wake downstairs. Wake put his hand to the palm-reader on the left side of the security door and Johness did the retinal scan on the other.
“What are you guys doing here?” asked Agent Lowe, without stopping throating the young woman secured to the threeholing pillar. Her spread-eagled legs were shackled to the main pole, and her neck was secured on the horizontal bar, giving easy access to all of her fuckholes. He checked his watch. “I still have 23 minutes left.”
“Relax Gab,” waved Wake and handed him the tablet with Viltis’s message on the screen. “New orders. You can stay and help. She has three holes, doesn’t she?”
“Fuck you, bastards!” huffed Lowe. He pulled out of the woman's mouth and landed a hard slap on her left cheek. She let out an exhausted groan. The men had been taking turns, but for her, it was one long incessant violation. “And fuck this Viltis for shoving thirteen agents in this house. I waited the entire day for some quality time with this tight piece of ass, and you imbeciles barge in with some insane shit before I could try her pussy.”
“You can take the pussy,” snickered Johness. “I’ll take the mouth.”
“Fine.” He walked around and shoved his cock in her primary without hesitation. “I suggest you slop your dick up in her mouth before using the holes on this end. We are out of lube.”
“Will do,” said Agent Wake and put his cock through the girl’s trembling lips. She had no energy left in her muscles, but did her best to suck his shaft anyway. “The poor thing,” said Wake mockingly. “Been two days since we started, right? Did she sleep at all?” He took his cock out of her mouth and penetrated her in the ass.
“Sleep? No, of course not. She passes out sometimes, but we wake her up. Condemned whores cannot sleep through their violations. No rest for the wicked.”
“Wicked?” repeated Johness as he placed his dick in her mouth, making the poor thing airtight. “Do we know what wicked thing she had done? I generally don’t give a shit, to be honest, but this whole thing is super weird.” He started to fuck her throat with a slow pace, fully enjoying her meek inaudible whimpers.
“You are right,” agreed Lowe. "Something's fishy here. These other guys out there… I can swear that they are not SEFR. Never seen those fuckers in my sixteen years in the uniform.”
“What do you mean?” asked Wake. “I figured they were from the northern bureau. Local boys. Of course they are SEFR. Everyone is SEFR.”
“I mean proper SEFR,” clarified the other. “I think they are special agents working for the High Council, or Section Eight, or Slave-ops… Something like that.”
“Whatever. Enjoy yourselves for a few more days. Then we’ll bring this bitch on stage, have a nice variety show, and go home with nice bonuses.”
All agreed. They slapped their captive a few times to wake her up and continued to fuck her in all holes without mercy. She was nothing but fuckmeat anyway. Her brain was barely functioning. She was drugged of course. Before they started using her holes two days ago, they injected her with a GPAX derivative that increased sensitivity in her erogenous zones. Sensitivity to pain, specifically. Then they went on fucking her 24/7, never letting her rest or sleep. She always had at least one dick in her. She had a throbbing headache. The latex hood she was wearing was too tight. The only opening on the hellish thing was over her mouth, and she had difficulty to breathe whenever she was facefucked mercilessly. She was hallucinating on and off because of sleep deprivation. Her body was numb all over. She still felt pain, but her brain was no longer responding it as it used to. She felt like she was having an out-of-body experience.
The threeholing went on for a long while. She started hearing voices. Like small explosions… or banging? She heard the door opening. The earth shook, things kept banging and thumping. Was she hallucinating again?
Then, all of a sudden, complete silence. Her brain finally gave up? She realized that she had no cocks in her for the first time since she was brought here. Her guards were taking a break perhaps?
She felt a presence nearby. Words whispered in her ear. She didn’t understand. She could have brain damage, perhaps. More words. A strange cadence. Meaningless sounds.
It was a different language. An angel singing divine revelations into her ear? Or perhaps it was a demon from hell!
She felt hands on her neck, grabbing the hood and pulling it off. She felt air licking her cheeks again. Felt excited, electrified… but she was still too scared to open her eyes.
The angel… or the demon… spoke again. More meaningless words, but this time she could hear disappointment in his voice.
“Who are you?” the angel asked this time. Finally, she could understand him. Her brain was working? She felt a jolt of hope. “You don’t have to be afraid. They cannot hurt you any more. You can open your eyes.”
She took a deep breath. She trusted the voice. It wasn’t a demonic groan.
She opened her eyes. Bright light hurt at first, but the room started to take shape slowly. She saw a man right under her face. His pants around her knees. His head… looked weird. Turned… Broken? She moved her eyes around. She could see the mysterious angel’s feet but wasn’t able to look up. Two more men, lying on top of each other, their eyes open but lifeless. Behind them… a bloody hand… and an eye? It was grotesque. A nightmare? A hallucination?
“What’s your name?” the angel asked once again.
“I can’t…” She was confused. Couldn't form thoughts. Something wrong with her brain. “My name…”
“Take your time. Are you alone here? Is there another prisoner. Another woman?”
“I don’t know,” she groaned. “Is this… Are you real?”
“Yes,” the voice replied. “Now, take a deep breath and think.”
“I…“Yes, I’m… My name is… Veronica.” She swallowed. “Are you here to take me to heaven or hell, angel?”
wivers
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Thank you @xxfluffydeathxx ! (for the occasional novella tier subscriptions and for sharing)
With all that, we are pretty much caught up right?
Anyone here that know something I missed please correct me if I'm wrong, but I think all that's missing is the new "Mystery" story (4 chapters for now, I think) and the 2 latest "Lawsuit" chapters (One of which was published today (according to E's Twitter).
I don't know whether they are available to Fluffydeath but, given the huge update we got, I'm more than happy waiting.
With all that, we are pretty much caught up right?
Anyone here that know something I missed please correct me if I'm wrong, but I think all that's missing is the new "Mystery" story (4 chapters for now, I think) and the 2 latest "Lawsuit" chapters (One of which was published today (according to E's Twitter).
I don't know whether they are available to Fluffydeath but, given the huge update we got, I'm more than happy waiting.
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