Teaser: The Maricopa County Rape Club is in session, and its latest target just can’t catch a break…
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: It Takes a Village
Author: Darinost
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Thanks to @RapeU for reminding me in the NaNoWriMo thread that there was still time to write something for October’s contest Rube Goldberg. This one’s just a fun little rape story, but I enjoyed writing it, and hopefully y’all will enjoy reading it!
EDIT: Forgot to mention, this story would not exist without the incredible Lynsey’s Game, a classic story about a group of men collaborating to repeatedly rape and ultimately break a woman. Fans will notice more than one homage to that tale in here.
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It Takes a Village
There’s a certain saying I like to use when talking to people about my hobby. It’s one entirely of my own invention, and I’m proud to be the one who gets to introduce it into your lexicon: teamwork makes the dream work.
Okay, okay! Sorry, I had to. The actual saying goes like this: it takes a village to rape a cunt.
This was the 500th something meeting of the Maricopa County Rape Club. This isn’t our official name, of course, I think we’re technically… a book club? Is that right? I don’t remember the details, but the point is, on paper we’re a completely normal group of likeminded individuals, seventeen of us at last count, who get together once a week to discuss our shared interests. And that’s all completely true! It’s just ALSO true that our biggest shared interest is raping women. And, you know, we do more than just talk about it.
Let me back up a little. For the last ten years, our club’s purpose has been to select a candidate, spend the next year vetting her background and planning our operation, and then rape the hell out of her. You might think a year is an awful long time to go between rapes, and you’d be right, but all the setup is worth it.
There are standards every candidate has to meet too, and sometimes it takes a month or two to fully verify. Like the 50% Bacon rule: no fewer than three degrees of separation between the girl and every club member. No nominating the pretty girl who lives next door, or that ex who cheated on you. Couple years ago, we were seven months into the planning of this one girl’s gang rape, and she was… mmm! Cute as a button, curves for days, one of the prettiest little pieces of fuckmeat I’ve ever laid eyes on… and then someone discovered she was the cousin of one of Robby’s old college roommates. Had to scrap the entire plan and start a fresh round of nominations.
We’ve also got rules about minors, and that rule is “no”. Occasionally we get new members trying to weasel some “but what if” garbage into the nomination discussions, and every time we shut that shit down hard. Anyone keeps pushing, or gives us the impression they’ll try going solo, and they end up floating down Salt River. A qualified candidate has to be at least eighteen, and you’d better believe you’ll be getting side eye if she’s under twenty.
Also, she has to be… well, a bitch. Look, I’m not saying we’re doing this as a public service, or that any of these women truly deserve what we do to them. But if you spend a few months looking into someone’s background, and you’re learning about how she loves her parents and adopts shelter dogs and donates to good causes and whatever, or even just that she’s a decent person trying her best in a crappy world, it’s a real mood killer, you know?
That’s why we target women like Lana Williamson.
Lana, Lana, Lana… where do I begin? She’s a spoiled rich girl, for one thing, even if she’s in her early thirties by now. We’re talking fancy private school, brand new car for her sweet sixteen, acceptance to an Ivy League school solely because of her parents’ hefty donations, the works. She’s someone who grew up getting everything she ever wanted.
And maybe more importantly, she grew up unsatisfied and ungrateful. Lana is MEAN. She was the popular girl in the high school who decided which students were social outcasts. The college student who threatened professors with dismissal if they didn’t remember whose daughter they were talking to.
And more recently, she’s a C-suite executive for a major pharmaceutical company. She’s one of the people who decides just how much they can gouge people for life saving medicine, whose contribution to the world is making it crueler and more dystopian by the day. We’ve eavesdropped on more than a couple of her meetings as part of our surveillance, and I can promise she was never a voice of reason or mercy.
She’s a parasite, and after a year of preparation, today is the day she finally gives something back.
We had hidden cameras set up around her office’s parking garage, and we started tracking her as soon as she entered the facility on Friday afternoon. We don’t prioritize physical attractiveness when picking a target - a hole is a hole is a hole - but Lana was a real looker. Plenty of fancy treatments, top shelf beauty products, and expensive spa visits have left her pale skin smooth and rich, with golden hair that practically glows in the dark as it spills down her back in soft curls. She has a personal trainer who visits her in-home gym three times a week, a personalized meal plan designed by a Michelin star chef… so much time and money spent to make herself into a delicious fuckable treat.
Our raffle winner was Mitchell, and we all watched with jealousy through the cameras as he intercepted Lana. “Hey there, sweetheart,” he told her as he approached her car. “What do you say you and me get some drinks, see where the night takes us?”
She looked at him like he was a bug crawling up her leg. It didn’t help that he was dressed in a ratty shirt and blue jeans, a Diamondbacks baseball cap pulled down over his head to protect from the garage’s official cameras. Meanwhile she wore a crisp, professional looking skirt, blouse, and stockings that had been tailored made for her. She radiated authority, poise, and power, the epitome of the powerful female business executive, and he looked like he’d need help with bus fare.
“Get lost,” she said flatly, and made a show of pulling a canister of pepper spray out from her purse. We’d seen her ruin more than one unhoused person’s day with it, just because they’d begged for spare change.
“Aww, don’t be like that, sweetheart,” Mitchell wheedled. “I can show you a good time ALL night long, I promise.” He stepped closer. Just give me a chance and-“
The pepper spray struck him right between the eyes. And if he’d been a regular guy, even a creepy one hoping to have his way with her, he would have been rolling on the floor, clawing at his eyes after that.
But this is why we plan. We’ve had access to her house for months, and we’d snuck in earlier in the week to replace that spray with a disguised breath freshener. All Lana did was make his face smell minty fresh.
The tricky part was coming up and I watched in anticipation, rooting for the man despite my jealousy. “That wasn’t very nice,” Mitchell said in a friendly tone, and slapped the spray out of her hands, the little bottle skittering across the concrete, before producing a canister of his own. His pepper spray was the real deal, and Lana shrieked when a quick squirt struck her in the face. “See? Not much fun on the receiving end, is it?” he asked as her hands pawed at her face, trying to ease her torment.
He gave her just a couple seconds to recover, then stuck the bottle of pepper spray right in her face. “You know what would be real nice, sweetheart?” he drawled as her reddened eyes blinked at it. “If you bent yourself over the front of your car here and let me show that pussy a good time. I promise my fat hog will have you-“
I’d studied videos of her just like everyone else, but it was amazing how quick she moved. She’d taken self defense classes, and it had not been money wasted; one second he had the bottle pointed in her face, the next she’d snatched it away and turned it on him. “Fuck you,” she snarled as she emptied its contents at him.
This time, Mitchell opened his mouth so he could catch some of the breath spray where it counted. “Mmm!” he said, smacking his lips. “Very appreciated.” Then he raised the actual bottle of pepper spray that he’d concealed in his other hand and unloaded it on her.
He’d practiced the sleight of hand trick for weeks, and it was a cinch when your target audience can barely see shit because you’ve already sprayed her once, but we still cheered to see him pull it off. He could’ve just sprayed her like that from the beginning, but style counts for something, and her flabbergasted expression at being tricked was beautiful.
As she flailed and shrieked, her eyes bright red and puffy, he spun her around and slammed her upper body onto the hood of her car. She fought, I’ll give her that, but blinded and out of breath, she couldn’t stop him from pulling her wrists behind her back and securing them there with zip ties.
Mitchell put a hand on her head and pushed it down against the hood, then used his thumb to force one bloodshot eye to open and stare at the pepper spray nozzle just millimeters away. “How you feeling about that pussy pounding, sweetheart?” he asked cheerfully.
“Fuck… you…” she hissed, then squealed as he sprayed her directly in the eye, his thumb still forcing her eyelid up. He gave her other eye the same treatment, then kicked her legs apart and tugged down her skirt.
I pumped my fist in the air at the sight of her blue silky panties: I’d won the betting pool about which pair she’d have on. While I was celebrating, he was tearing them off to reveal her lovely pink pussy, and then pulling his cock out of his jeans.
“Stop!” she demanded as she kicked her legs and tried to lift her upper body. It was an order, not a request; Lana still thought she had control over her situation. “You’ll rot in jail for this! Don’t you know who I am?!”
“I sure do, sweetheart,” Mitchell assured her as he pushed her back down with one hand, the other positioning himself at her entrance. “You’re the pretty blonde fucktoy about to show me a real good time.”
He thrust his hips forward and sank into her pussy.
I’ll say this about Lana Williamson: she was a fighter. I think a lot of women who found themselves in her shoes - blind and in agony from taking most of a bottle of pepper spray to the eyes, wrists bound behind her, being pinned down and raped by a man physically stronger than her - would’ve given up on fighting back at that point, or at least hesitated at the prospect of calling down even more abuse.
But not Lana. She kicked and fought and screamed for help the entire time Mitchell raped her. If we hadn’t closed the parking garage off with some fake signs after she entered, directing customers to return in an hour and apologizing for the inconvenience, someone would’ve definitely heard her cries. And if Mitchell had let his guard down expecting his victim to meekly submit, she wouldn’t have needed any outside assistance at all.
But there was no one around to hear her, and Mitchell kept her firmly pinned as he pumped her tight snatch. “I knew you were going to be a damn good ride, sweetheart,” he told her, panting slightly from exertion as his hips slapped against hers in a quick and steady rhythm. “You act tough on the outside, but underneath? You’re a warm, velvety smooth little cock sheath. When was the last time someone squirted their baby batter into this tight love tunnel? Too long, I reckon.”
Oh, did I mention we scheduled this for a day when she was ovulating? “Don’t!” she warned, still struggling. “I’ll! Kill you!”
“Unless you’re planning to do it by squeezing my cock off, sweetheart,” he told her pleasantly, “I think you’re outta luck, and about to be outta time. You just relax and think about baby names, okay? Little rugrat’s gonna need a lotta love, growing up without a father and all. You treat ‘em extra special, you hear?”
“God dammit!” she cursed. She was fighting as hard as ever, but her movements had changed now, becoming more desperate and focused . She wasn’t trying to hurt him, or overpower him, or even to escape anymore, not really. Her only goal, as her legs squirmed and her hips rolled and her ass bobbed this way and that, was to get off of his cock. To get his pumping, pistoning dick out of her cunt before it could fire its payload into her fertile body.
She failed.
Mitchell groaned happily as he christened our new playtoy with her first load of spunk. His cock was completely buried within her, and the look of triumph on his face and bitter frustration on hers told me his cockhead was pressed right up against her cervix, spurting its hot, thick seed directly into her womb.
“See?” he said when his climax finished, and gave her butt a playful smack that drew another curse from her lips. “Just a good ride in a tight pussy, that’s all I wanted. You make sure that rugrat knows how much daddy loved breeding mommy, yeah? No kid deserves to grow up wondering if they were an accident.”
“I’ll… kill you…” she swore again, her throat hoarse from screaming.
He chuckled. “I was gonna ask if you’d be a good girl and not give me any trouble if I cut them zip ties off, but I guess you just answered that question. In that case…”
He leaned over and forced one of her puffy, swollen eyes open again, where it was greeted to the sight of a brand new, full canister of pepper spray. I’m no mind reader, and that wasn’t the worst thing we did to Lana Williamson by a long shot, but as her face went pale in disbelief, I choose to believe that right there was the moment she began to realize just how fucked she was.
Once the second bottle was empty and Lana was howling like a banshee, Mitchell calmly walked away. “Been a pleasure, sweetheart!” he called back over his shoulder. “Let’s do this again soon!”
To Lana’s dubious credit, she didn’t just lay there and let her rapist walk away without incident. When she realized he was about to stroll off into the distance without consequences, leaving her blind and zip tied and leaking his jizz, she let out a shriek of rage and rose up to stagger in his direction. I have no trouble believing she had every intention of chasing him down and ripping his throat out for what he’d just done to her. As far as acts of vengeance go, though, it’s real hard to run when you can’t see and your skirt is hiked around your knees and your legs are half numb from all the pounding your pussy just took. She made it four steps, maybe five, before tripping over her own feet and face planting the concrete.
The impact must have knocked some sense into her, because she just laid there for about half a minute, her body twitching softly as cum dribbled from her gaping slit. When she began rising back to her feet, her eyes were still puffy and her nose was bleeding, but the fiery rage had been replaced by something colder.
Lana stumbled back to her car, careful not to fall again, and awkwardly fumbled her car keys out of her purse. It took a minute to open the car door with her wrists bound, but she managed, and then collapsed into the drivers seat. While we were switching our surveillance to the hidden cameras in her vehicle, it was beeping repeatedly as she locked and relocked all the doors. She did that more than a dozen times before she was satisfied that the outside world couldn’t get in, then she stared up at the ceiling and let out a single hiccuping sob.
“Fucking finally,” Robby said from the back seat. “Been waiting ages for you, slut.”
The squawk that came out of Lana was a mix of surprise, rage, and terror, and she immediately twisted in her seat, trying to open the car door back up. She froze when she felt Robby’s knife against her cheek.
“I’m gonna make this quick, bitch,” he growled in her ear, his hand curling around her throat. “You’re going to put on this collar and ring gag, shimmy over to the passenger side, and then suck my cock while I take us for a little drive. We have a nice time, you get to gargle some cum, everyone’s happy. You give me any trouble, I knock all your fucking teeth out, slash this pretty face to ribbons, and you still spend the drive gagging on my dick.”
He dug the point of the blade into her cheek, just enough to draw blood. Lana tried to shrink back in the seat, but his hand on her throat kept her in place “Was there any part of that you were too stupid to understand?”
She stared at her bloody cheek in the vanity mirror. “N… no…”
“So are you going to be my good little blonde cocksucker?”
Her eyes narrowed, then she yelped as he drew the blade across her cheek, leaving a long line of blood.
“You don’t get to look at me like that, slut,” he told her as he pricked her cheek in a fresh spot. “Now answer the fucking question before I lose my patience.”
“…Yes…” she growled, then winced again as he cut a second line across her flesh.
“Yes WHAT?” he pressed as the blade poked her again. “Until I’m sure even a dumb cunt like you knows what she’s agreeing to, I’ll have to keep cutting.”
“Yes,” she said through clenched teeth, “I’ll be your-oww!”
“Fucking smile for once,” Robby spat after the third cut. “No one wants a sad mopey cunt sucking their dick.”
Lana grimaced, but quickly forced a smile before he decided to use the knife again. A woman like her has plenty of practice with fake smiles, and hers was bright and beautiful, even if her eyes smoldered with raw hate. “I’ll be your… your good little blonde cocksucker…”
“There. Was that so fucking hard?” When Lana didn’t respond, he sliced her cheek again. “**Was that so fucking hard?**”
“N-no!”
“Dumb fucking cunt,” he muttered. “Wasting my goddamn time.”
A few minutes later, the two of them were on their way out of the city. None of the other cars gave them any trouble, the drivers seeing nothing unusual about the man driving with one hand on the steering wheel. If any of them had looked closer, perhaps they would have noticed his other hand rested on the bobbing head of a collared and ring gagged blonde as she knelt in the passenger footwell and deepthroated his cock.
Robby looked as relaxed and happy as he ever did, which is to say: not much. But even his permanent scowl couldn’t hide the way his hips rolled in rhythm with Lana’s head, or the slightly glazed look in his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of her lips and tongue and throat.
Lana seemed far less thrilled with the arrangement. The ring gag was obviously way too big for her, her mouth stretched obscenely wide around the thing. When he’d first tightened the straps, putting even more strain on her already stretched lips, I’d caught her angrily blinking back tears.
But if she didn’t like the gag, she **despised** the collar. It couldn’t have seemed that bad to her when she first put it on: the black leather was stiff, and he’d buckled it so tight that it was causing trouble breathing, but she hadn’t discovered its true purpose until she’d started sucking.
Once his cockhead was in her mouth, Robby had hooked the collar ring to the one on his belt buckle. The first time Lana tried to lift her head, it quickly became clear that there wasn’t enough slack. Her only options were to leave his head in her mouth, or take him into her throat.
“You’re here to swallow dick, not bitch and moan,” he’d snapped when she’d tried struggling to get his cock out of her mouth. He’d pushed down on her head, forcing the gagging blonde to swallow him up.
According to our research, which included veiled interviews with her past boyfriends, Lana had tried deepthroating once, and hated it with a passion. That certainly fit with the expression of outrage she wore as Robby bounced her head on his shaft, and whenever he let go, she would go back to trying to pull her head away.
About ten minutes into the drive, Robby spat. “Lazy fucking whore,” he grumbled, and when he pushed her head down this time, he pushed it all the way and held it there. Lana gurgled as he mashed her face against his balls, her bloody nose scrubbing against his pubes. Her entire body shuddered as her airflow was cut off.
“I’m sick of doing all the fucking work,” he complained. Lana’s head was trembling as she fought to rise and find oxygen, but he kept her firmly held down. “You’d rather get skullfucked like this, huh? Suffocate on my prick over and over, enjoy some brain damage? Fine, be my fucking guest.”
The blonde gurgled something unintelligible, but he must’ve understood her, because he let out a harsh laugh. “Oh yeah, slut? Prove it. Spitshine my balls and taint while you’re down there, show me what a good cocksucker you’ll be if I give you another chance.”
I watched with glee as her pink tongue extended to lap at his nuts and then slither below. Her expression was a perfect portrait of misery and disgust, but she knew this was her only option if she wanted to breathe anytime soon.
Robby let her tongue bathe his privates for nearly a full minute, and her eyes had rolled up into the back of her head by the time he lifted her up. Lana choked and coughed as her body desperately sucked in air, but when he slapped the back of her head, she obediently sank back down.
Soon she had established a shaky rhythm, fucking her throat on his prick. I was pleased to see that she even continued tonguing his balls and taint every so often, even though he hadn’t told her to. Our research had suggested a phobia around suffocation, but it was always good to find actual proof.
Robby relaxed a little more at that point, even going so far as to take his hand off her head completely. I saw them both tense for a moment, but then Lana resumed obediently deepthroating him. He used his now free hand to light a cigarette, and quietly enjoyed it while his good little blonde cocksucker worked.
They’d been driving for about thirty minutes when he came. He pushed her head down when it happened, seeking to shoot his seed as far up her throat as possible. “Don’t you lose a drop, bitch!” he warned her. “I see a single fleck of cum on my crotch, no one will ever find your body.”
Lana must have believed him, because she began to noisily suck and slurp, doing her best to gulp down his entire load, I watched a few drop of cum roll down his shaft and then get hoovered up by the desperate woman.
When his climax was finished, she was panting with the effort of swallowing all his cum, and she flinched when he slapped the back of her head. “Didn’t say you could fucking take a break,” he complained. “Don’t you fucking know anything, idiot? Now that I’m soft, you suck me hard and start over.”
A look of sheer hatred flickered across Lana’s face, followed by weary resignation. She began bobbing her head again.
Their drive lasted nearly two hours, and she’d gulped down two more loads of cum before they reached their destination. They weren’t all that far from the parking garage they’d started in, maybe forty minutes away on a direct route, but he’d taken a winding, circling path to keep her from knowing just where they were.
It hadn’t been long since his last orgasm, and she was still trying to nurse him for a round four when he abruptly pulled over. “Out!” Robby shouted after unbuckling her collar from his belt and opening the passenger door. When Lana didn’t immediately respond, he raised his right leg and started kicking at her. “I said OUT, you cum guzzling slut! I got other shit to do today! Move!”
Lana half crawled, half rolled out of the footwheel she’d been kneeling in, ending up sprawled on the side of the road. She struggled to her feet, and made an urgent sound through her gag.
“What, you want me to take that crap off you?” Robby asked, indicating her collar and gag. She nodded quickly. “Nah, keep ‘em, bitch. Call it a trade, since I’m keeping your car.”
Lana’s eyes widened, and she squawked something furious through her gag, but Robby just flicked his latest cigarette at her, closed the door, and peeled away.
We didn’t have a ton of cameras set up out there, but we had enough to get her hopeless expression as she looked around her. He’d driven her well off any of the major roads, and there was nothing around her but desert, the unpaved road they’d been on, and a sign indicating that Phoenix was 45 miles away.
Her shoulders sank as she read the sign, and again when she glanced around for her purse and realized it was still in the car, along with her cash, credit cards, identification, and phone. She looked both ways down the road, weighing her options. Then, with a heavy sigh, she began trudging back towards the city.
We let her walk for about an hour, long enough for the heat and sun to take their toll. We had folks a few miles down the road both ways, watching out for any unexpected vehicles, but we’d chosen this stretch of road precisely for its solitude, and there were no surprises.
I was almost giddy when I saw her up ahead, slowly hobbling along the side of the road. We couldn’t have cameras everywhere, so she’d been out of sight this last hour, and I’d been paranoid that she’d somehow vanish, taking a route we hadn’t predicted.
But there she was, exhausted and dirt stained, and I watched her head perk up as she realized a car was coming, the first one she’d seen in an hour. Lana actually jumped into the middle of the road to get our attention, hopping up and down as if we needed any help to notice the zip tied blonde in our path.
There were three of us in the car: Greg at the wheel, Nate riding shotgun, and myself in the back. All three of us were amped up and excited about finally getting our chance with her, but we did our best to conceal it, putting on looks of friendly, non threatening concern.
Greg slowed to a stop as we approached, and rolled down the window. “Everything alright, ma’am? You look like you, uh, could use some help.”
Lana’s face fell as she realized her saviors were three men, but beggars can’t be choosers. Like I said, we were the first people she’d seen, and she had no guarantee anyone else would show up. She could either trust us or quite likely die on the side of the road, and she wasn’t a quitter.
She bleated something through her gag, and Greg shook his head. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I didn’t catch a word of that through your, uh… you mind taking that thing off?” She gave him a frustrated look and spun around to show him how her wrists had been zip tied. “Oh shit!” he exclaimed, pretending he hadn’t noticed them before now. “Are you, like, in actual trouble?” Lana nodded vehemently.
I feel like I should say a few words at this point in defense of our rape toy. She wasn’t stupid by any definition, and none of us were brilliant actors. I doubt she ever fully trusted what we were saying, and given a few minutes to recover, she probably would have realized that we had ill intentions in mind from the start.
But she’d just been through what I hoped were the most traumatic few hours of her life so far. She stood in front of us dehydrated, suffering from heatstroke, about ready to collapse, and increasingly worried that she wasn’t going to make it home alive. And that’s not counting the physical and mental strain of back-to-back rapes. She was a desperate woman in a desperate situation, and we were her only lifeline.
Okay. Now all that said, it took everything I had not to laugh in her face multiple times that day, and the others were no better. Pretty much any time she couldn’t see our expressions, we were wearing big dopey grins courtesy of this gullible idiot.
Now where were we?
Greg twisted around in his seat to look at us. “Either of you got scissors or a knife or something? Anything we could use to cut her free?” Nate and I made a show of checking our pockets and finding nothing. “Dammit…” He turned back to her. “I’d dial 911 for you, but reception is shit out here. You want to hop in the car, though, happy to give you a ride back to civilization, drop you off wherever you need.”
Lana hesitated, but we were the only hope she had. I opened the door for her, and she nervously sat down, doing her best to stay as far from me as possible. I pretended not to notice, giving her a smile as Greg resumed driving. “Never seen a, a thing like that,” I said, pointing at her ring gag. “Doesn’t look too comfortable if you ask me. Want some help getting it off?”
She nodded gratefully, though a look of panic flashed across her face when I reached for her. But she held still as I hooked a finger in the ring and tugged on it. “Huh, that’s really wedged in there. I’ll have to do this properly, I guess, unbuckle it or whatever.”
For the next few minutes, Nate and Greg fought to keep her expressions neutral while I pretended to try and figure out how the ring gag worked, tugging at various straps. Time, sweat, and drool had loosened it in a few places, and I did my best to tighten everything up without making it obvious. “I’m real, real sorry, ma’am,” I told her apologetically once I was certain her gag was in no danger slipping off anytime soon. “I can’t make heads or tails of it. We find something to cut those uh, those things on your wrists off, though, I’m sure we can get that off too.”
Lana didn’t try to hide her frustration, but she just nodded. In her mind, everything would be solved by getting back to the city, and that’s what was happening. And her general opinion of men like me was low enough that I doubt she had trouble believing I really was too dumb to free her.
“How’d you end up like that, anyway?” Nate asked cheerfully, turning in his seat to look at her.
“Don’t be stupid,” I told him. “You know she can’t answer with that in her mouth. Besides, ain’t it obvious she’s a prostitute?” Her eyebrows rose in a look of sheer indignation, and she squawked something through her gag.
“Uh, I think she’s saying no,” Nate observed, and Lana nodded so hard I was surprised she didn’t get whiplash.
I leaned in to stage whisper into his ear. “You’re not the one who has to sit next to her, okay? Her breath REEKS of spunk, and she’s got cum stains all over her skirt. She’s either a whore or the biggest slut in Arizona.”
Lana’s face turned crimson at this, and she turned her head away, trying not to breathe in my direction.
“I wasn’t trying to insult you by calling you a prostitute, ma’am,” I told her. “It’s an honest day’s living, no shame in it. Sex workers are people too.”
“Wait, is she NOT a prostitute?” Greg said, sounding concerned. “I mean…” He coughed. “I probably still would’ve given you a ride if I knew you were just a hitchhiker, ma’am, but I kinda thought you were in REAL trouble, you know? Wish you’d been honest with us.” Lana flinched at that.
“She IS in real trouble,” I protested, and she looked at me gratefully. “You see this outfit she’s got on. She’s OBVIOUSLY a whore.” That grateful look faltered. “Seriously, look at this cheap stuff she’s got on,” I said, waving a hand at the tailored stockings, skirt, and blouse that had probably cost more than this car. “Real businesswomen don’t wear slutty clothes like this, it’s just a costume.”
“It’s just… I thought I was rescuing someone, you know?” Greg said, exasperated. “Helping the downtrodden. You know how bad things are for sex workers these days? If I’d known she was just some rich girl who thinks it’s naughty fun to go for a walk all bound and gagged like that…” He shook his head. “Just grinds my gears, is all.”
“Maybe she was raped?” Nate suggested, making her flinch.
“Don’t be stupid,” Greg said sourly. “She’d have more than just some cuts on her face and a bloody nose if she’d been raped. You think any woman would just lay there and take it? That’s some fucking misogyny right there, man.” Her face turned crimson again. “No, she’s just some, some kinky slut who thinks she deserves free rides.”
The car lurched as he abruptly pulled over and came to a stop. He switched off the ignition. “Nope, I can’t do this. I just, I, I don’t like being tricked and taken advantage of.” He met her eyes in the mirror. “I think you should leave.”
Lana bleated something through her gag, angry and disbelieving. “Now, hold on!” I said to Greg. “You can’t just kick this young woman out of the car when she needs our help!”
“Then she shouldn’t have led us on like that!” he growled. “Did YOU think she was a whore?”
“Of course I did,” I snapped. “Never would’ve told you to slow down for some random slut. But I’m telling you, she IS a whore!” I lowered my voice slightly, making sure Lana could still hear. “You come back here and smell her breath, you’ll see what I mean.”
“Oh, I can smell her cum breath from here,” he grumbled. “But who cares? Either she was lying at the start, letting us think she was a whore, or she’s lying to us now, pretending she isn’t. Either way, I say she walks. My car, my rules, and I got no obligation to stick my neck out for strangers.”
“Just, just give me a moment, okay?” I asked him, then gave Lana my best, most earnest look. “Ma’am, I know there’s a lot of stigma around sex work, but none of us are like that, I swear. We’re all allies here. You can be honest with us: you ARE a prostitute, right? That’s why you’re in those ridiculous clothes and that weird gear, and why you’re out walking in the middle of nowhere. I bet I even know what happened: some john lured you out here with promises of riches, got you to deliver on everything he wanted and more, and then he stiffed you. No money, no ride, wouldn’t even give you a hand with your costume. That about right?”
I watched Lana carefully consider her response. Ask her this morning, and I’m sure she’d think that she’d rather die than claim to be a whore. Might have even been true at the time. But now she was a few hours into her rape adventure, feeling miserable and defeated, and she’s been offered a chance. Home is barely thirty minutes away at this point; she can return and put all of this behind her, and all she has to do is let three strangers believe she has sex for money.
She nodded slowly.
“See?” I said triumphantly, resisting the urge to high five the others. “She’s a whore!”
Greg sighed. “Shit, ma’am, I’m really sorry,” he said apologetically. “I just, I have trust issues, especially around women. When I thought you were lying to us, I… I saw red, it’s that simple. But you’re telling the truth now: you ARE a whore, right?”
Lana nodded again, committing to the lie.
Greg smiled at her in the mirror and turned the car back on. “Then let’s get you home, ma’am.”
Nate waited until we were back on the road and a couple minutes had gone by before he popped the question. “So how much for all three of us?”
“Oh, that’s a great idea!” I said excitedly as Lana stiffened next to me. I turned to her, pretending not to see the look on her face. “You’re broke, right? Because of the guy who left you out here? So how about some good news for once: we’ll take the full package! Deluxe course, all three holes.”
“You do group discounts?” Nate asked.
“Don’t be crass,” I told him. “Lady’s had a rough day. We’ll pay full price, and tip for good service. That work for you?”
Lana squawked something and shook her head firmly. Agreeing that she was a whore was one thing, actually becoming one was another. No matter how bad things were, I’m sure she was certain that was a line she’d never cross.
God, were we looking forward to seeing if we could prove her wrong.
“What’s the problem?” Greg asked, letting some of the darkness seep back into his tone. “We’re not good enough for you? Only like to spread your legs for rich guys with fancy cars?” He wasn’t wrong, but Lana looked outraged anyway.
“Go easy on her!” I interjected, falling back into my role of good cop. “She just got cheated, remember?” I pulled out my wallet and showed her the fresh twenty bills there. “See, we got cash! Here.” I tucked a thick bundle of them into her skirt. “That should be more than enough, right?” I chuckled. “You’re cute, but not that cute.”
“Look!” Nate said, right on cue, and pointed at a weathered sign. “There’s a motel just a mile away!”
Lana spent the short drive trying to communicate to us that she had zero intention of having sex with us for money, a task made difficult by her gag, her fear that she’d be abandoned if she flat out refused, and our gleeful inability to read her body language.
She was still trying to get through to us when Greg pulled into the motel parking lot. The place looked pretty empty, with only a handful of cars in the lot, but it was actually much worse than appearances suggested. Low turnout and code violations had forced the place to shut down completely about three years ago.
We’d done some minor renovations to the outside. Nothing fancy, just a fresh coat of paint, replaced a couple broken windows. Enough that at a quick glance, especially if you’d planted some cars in the lot, the abandoned motel looked like it was still running.
“I’ll get us a room,” Greg said flatly, and left to take a smoke break and kill a few minutes.
Lana froze when I put an arm around her waist and pulled her into my lap, my belly against her back. “You seem so tense,” I told her gently, and kissed her shoulder. “Relax baby, we’re just a few paying customers, remember? We’ll have a little fun, give you the chance to earn some money, and all go home happy. That doesn’t sound too bad, does it?”
I slid my hand under her blouse, and began unclasping her bra. The blonde let out a noise that was probably “stop”, but I ignored it. “Just want a little taste first,” I whispered into her ear. “A little preview of what we’re paying for.”
Lana tried to tell me to stop again, but I still wasn’t listening, tugging her bra off and tossing it away. Her ripe tits were warm and soft under my fingertips, and I played with them gently, squeezing and stroking as I continued kissing her shoulder. The only way she could stop me now was physical resistance, and that was a bell that she couldn’t unring. Did she really want to anger the man who had (sort of) been taking her side? Did she want to force a confrontation that she couldn’t possibly win, outnumbered and bound as she was, and find out what happened if I still kept going?
No, she didn’t. So though she shivered with disgust as my fingers explored her fat breasts, and continued to bleat soft sounds of rejection, she didn’t struggle or pull away. The closest she came was when I paused to grip her blouse in both hands and tear the designer clothing in two. She twisted in my arms, but I just chuckled and kept tearing until it was a rag on the car floor. “It was just a cheap costume,” I told her softly. “We’ll pay for a new one, promise.” I raised my voice. “Nate, you got a fiver, right?”
“Sure thing,” he said, handing me a bill. I tucked it into Lana’s skirt.
“See?” I told her. “You can keep the change. Nate, come see how nice her tits are.”
Lana let out a frustrated whimper at that, but she couldn’t stop him from joining us in the back seat. He began happily groping her mounds while my hands slipped under the band of her skirt. Mitchell had ripped her panties off hours ago, and her slit was right there waiting.
She squirmed as my fingers penetrated her, and I chuckled again. “A little fashion advice next time you pretend to be a businesswoman,” I breathed into her ear. “The real ones don’t go commando.” Her face turned bright red as I nipped her earlobe.
Her insides were dry, but there was a slickness in there too. I pulled my fingers out and let her see the sticky white semen they’d found. “Someone’s been a busy girl today, hasn’t she?” I teased, and she whimpered again, then gagged as I scrubbed my fingers off on her tongue.
We began playing with her in earnest after that. Nate would lick and suck on one nipple, his thumb gently rolling the other, while I carefully pumped her slit with two fingers and stroked her clit. Occasionally we would switch roles, and it would be my turn to tweak her stiff nipples, my tongue buried in her ear, while Nate’s fingers made soft wet sounds inside her.
As she realized we intended to make her cum, her squirming grew more pronounced, almost approaching actual resistance. She didn’t want it to happen, not thanks to two strangers in the back of a car. In some ways, it would be a greater violation than her two previous rapes, her own body betraying her by cooperating despite herself. “Don’t fight it,” I whispered to her as my thumb toyed with her clit. “It’s okay, we won’t be mad. Whores get to cum too. Say it with me.”
When she didn’t respond, I pinched her clitoris between thumb and forefinger, drawing a squawk of pain. “Say it,” I told her, a little more firmly. “I want to hear you say it.” What she bleated through her gag was as unintelligible as ever, but I picked out enough syllables to know she’d obeyed. “There’s a good girl. And good girls get to cum too.”
Of course, she wasn’t really a whore yet, and she definitely wasn’t a good girl. That’s why, after her breathing had quickened and her hips were rocking against my fingers, as Lana arched her back and moaned at the soft touch of Nate’s tongue dragging over her nipple, as she was mere seconds away from an earthshaking climax, Greg knocked on the window.
“All set, we’re in room 205,” he said, then sniffed and made a face. “Eugh, whole car is gonna smell like wet cunt for days.”
Lana flushed, still panting, and made a small frustrated sound when I pulled my fingers out of her. “Don’t worry, baby,” I said, “we’ll have more fun inside.” I kissed her shoulder again. “Inside the motel and inside you.”
The blonde wasn’t happy about walking into the motel topless, but she didn’t have much choice. “You have nothing to be ashamed of,” I told her, pretending to misunderstand her distress. “Everyone who sees you will love these tits! Heck, you should have brought business cards.”
Room 205, the only room that wasn’t completely trashed inside the defunct motel, was a sad, dingy little place. The popcorn ceiling was spotted with water damage, there were no sheets on the thin stained mattress, and the carpet was littered with rat droppings. The only lightbulb flickered and buzzed intermittently.
It looked nothing like an active motel room, but if you were someone like Lana Williamson who was used to five star resorts, you might think this was just what a cheap rundown room looked like. Sure enough, she wore an expression of revulsion when she saw the state of the room, but gave no impression that she realized something was wrong.
“Get on the bed, baby,” I told her as I closed the door behind us. There was a quiet click as one of the other club members promptly locked it from outside, just in case she tried to run. “Then we’ll all have ourselves a real nice time.”
This was the moment of truth, and I’d be a liar if I claimed I already knew what she was going to do. We’d tried to weight the dice, but there was still every chance that she refused. It wouldn’t have helped her any, because the three of us had no intention of letting her leave the room before she’d drained our balls, but she could’ve forced us to drop the charade and blatantly rape her.
I also can’t say I know what exactly was the last straw. Maybe it was fear of our wrath if she refused to service us. Maybe it was her frustrated pussy demanding relief. Maybe she just knew, deep down, that this is what she was always meant for.
Either way, Lana shuffled forward with downcast eyes, climbed onto the bed, and waited for us to fuck her.
We didn’t keep her waiting long. The three of us fell upon her like wolves, driven by hours of pent up lust. Nate tugged off her skirt and pushed her long, smooth legs up into the air, her delicate stockinged feet pointing up at the discolored ceiling. With both hands on her ankles, he sank into her, easily burying his full length into her soaked pussy.
Lana arched her back and moaned, her head off the side of the bed. The sound was cut off a moment later by Greg sliding his own prick through her ring gag and straight down her throat. She gagged, but two hours of deepthroat practice with Robby had worn down her gag reflex, and soon his cock was thrusting steadily in and out of her, his hands gripping her ears to keep her fuckhole in place.
And me? I straddled her flat stomach, my cock snug and happy between her firm tits. I grabbed a handful of each soft, perfect globe of flesh, and began eagerly titfucking her. Her body twitched and quivered beneath my hips as all three of us made full use of Lana Williamson, official whore.
None of us were rough with her that first time. We didn’t have to be; her ripe pillowy curves and tight silky insides were intoxicating, and even if she had been old, ugly, and loose, the woman herself was such a trembling ball of fear, humiliation, and need that there was nothing sexier than feeling her submit to us. Lana didn’t kick her legs at Nate or turn her head away from Greg or throw me off of her, even though we could all feel how much she wanted to do all three. She just lay there and let us enjoy her, like a good girl.
It didn’t take any of us long to cum. Greg shot his seed down her throat to chase Robby’s, Nate’s joined Mitchell’s in her fertile womb, and mine painted her chest and stomach. The three of us grinned at each other while our fucktoy panted beneath us. She had cum twice by my reckoning, and it seemed to have done wonders for her ongoing attitude adjustment. She hadn’t even protested when Nate came inside her, even though the way she’d tensed and shivered told me she was fully aware and terrified of what he was doing and the potential consequences.
After we rose off of her, Lana remained sprawled across the filthy mattress, limbs akimbo, exhausted and quivering, her golden hair damp with sweat as it trailed the floor. Her submission made her look more beautiful than ever, a tamed and defiled goddess, and my cock was already twitching back to life, demanding I not waste a second that could be spent fucking this glorious creature.
She let out a soft whine through her gag as I rolled her onto her side and raised her leg, but it wasn’t until she felt my dick slide over her asscrack that she realized what I was planning to do. She DID struggle then, harder than she had with anyone except Mitchell, but tired and bound as she was, it took barely any effort to keep her where I wanted. “Shhhh,” I whispered into her ear as my cockhead pressed against her rosebud and felt it slowly giving way. “I know, not too rough, right? I can already tell how my new favorite whore likes her buttfucks: slow and relaxed, just a long thorough pumping of her guts that ends with lots of hot sticky cream.”
She whined again, trying to communicate that she was an anal virgin and wanted to stay that way, but it was too late. Her sphincter yielded, and my cock made its first entry into Lana’s asshole. “Mmm,” I moaned loudly as I slowly slid into her, and I didn’t have to fake my pleasure. “This must be your customers’ favorite hole, isn’t it? Guys, you’ve gotta try her ass when I’m done!” She whimpered at hearing she had at least two more anal rapes in her immediate future.
I could have fucked her bloody, and I’d be lying if I claimed I was never tempted, but what I wanted wasn’t just to fuck Lana Williamson, it was to fuck WITH her. So her first anal rape was gentle, almost loving, and I made sure she came multiple times before I was done. “There’s a good girl,” I whispered softly into her ear the first time it happened. “See? Even anal whores get to cum too.” She moaned in response, and there was so much bitter self-loathing in that single wordless noise that it took everything I had not to finish immediately. I like to think that inside her poor, frazzled mind, she was never quite sure at the time or afterward whether what I was doing to her was even rape.
While I was enjoying Lana’s ass, the others weren’t wasting any time either. Nate took her other side, where he got himself settled and comfortable between her breasts. Her skin was still slick with my cum, and that gave him all the lube he needed to pump away inside that soft valley. When he pushed her head down towards his prick, she resisted at first, but after he whispered something into her ear, she gave in and began meekly lapping at his pistoning cockhead.
Greg seemed more than happy to squeeze between us and be the third man to rape her cunt. “God, I’m really sorry about that mixup before,” he said, barely able to keep a straight face. “If I’d known you had such a hungry wet cunt, I never would’ve doubted you were a whore. Amateurs can be fun, sure, but this is a professional pussy if I’ve ever seen one.” Lana groaned in humiliation, but didn’t stop licking Nate.
Round two took longer than the first, but it still felt like no time at all. Nate gave her a warm and sticky facial, I painted her virgin bowels white, and Greg entered the running to become Lana’s baby daddy. It was no longer an exaggeration or cruel joke to say she looked like a cheap whore. Her upper half was plastered with spunk, it was dribbling from both lower holes, and she absolutely stank of sex.
If she had any hope her bedraggled state would earn her any sympathy, though, they were soon dashed. As soon as Greg and Nate could go again, they had her face down and sandwiched between them. Greg was confirming that I hadn’t lied about how good her asshole was, and Nate was eager to add a fresh coat of baby batter to her womb. Lana’s attention may have been more focused on me, though. She hadn’t reacted at first when I slid my dick into her mouth, not until her tastebuds reminded her where I’d just been. She’d retched so hard I’d been certain she was about to puke, but managed to keep it down. The entire time, she was crying and babbling wordless variations of “please take your shitstained dick out of my mouth”, but I wasn’t going anywhere until she’d cleaned her mess and guzzled a fresh load.
I don’t even remember how many times we fucked Lana in that filthy motel room. I know we each tried all of her holes at least once. I know I went back to her ass a second time, Nate ended up leaving three loads in her pussy, and Greg made use of her collar the same way Robby had, locking her to his dick and having her throat him continuously for a solid half hour.
Regardless of the actual number, Lana had never looked or felt more fucked in her life. I’d been hoping her stockings would be high quality enough to last the entire time, but eventually we’d had to peel the ragged, cum soaked things off of her and toss them away. More cum was splattered all over her body, and oozed freely from all three holes. Even her tongue looked like it had been glazed in the stuff. Every time she breathed, she blew little cum bubbles with her mouth.
And honestly? We could’ve kept going. I think we could’ve kept fucking Lana all night long and enjoyed her fuckholes for breakfast. The more ragged and disgusting she got, the more fun it was to push her even harder. Lana Williamson may have only been a whore for a single night, but I felt like we crammed a few weeks worth of job experience into that handful of hours.
But all good things must end, and our time together concluded with the sound of a police siren. “Shit!” Greg swore, and pushed her tired and cumstained lips off of his shaft. “We need to get out of here!”
All three of us began frantically getting dressed while Lana just flopped on the mattress, too exhausted to realize what we were in a hurry about. “You were great, baby!” I told her as I rushed to get my shoes on. “Absolutely fucking perfect.” I took a fresh roll of bills out of my pocket and threw it on her spunk covered tits. She looked down at the money dully. “When you get out, come find me, I’ll be your best customer, promise!”
She gave me a confused look as I blew her a kiss and hightailed it out the door, Greg and Nate right behind me. We ran to the car, whooping with joy at how much fun that had been.
About a minute later, the police busted down the door to room 205.
Lana stared blankly at the two police officers for a moment, then she seemed to suddenly remember she was naked and covered in cum. Her face turned red and she twisted her body, trying unsuccessfully to cover her private parts.
Both officers ignored her embarrassment. “Dispatch, this is Officer Johnson,” one of them said into his radio. “We’ve got a code 117 here at the Starlight Motel. Criminal has been apprehended, and we will proceed to the station. Over.” He lowered the radio and scowled at his partner. “Wang, you want to slap some cuffs on her before she runs out the door?”
The other man hesitated for half a beat before answering. “Uhhh, I would, but someone already beat me to it,” Wang said, looking down at Lana’s zip tied wrists. “Looks like she’s been having a lot of fun tonight.”
Johnson rolled his eyes. “Cut those off her, and get some proper handcuffs. Get that disgusting thing out of her mouth while you’re at it.”
Lana’s eyes had been darting nervously between the two officers, but when she heard that the ring gag was finally coming off, she visibly relaxed, and didn’t resist when Wang grabbed her by the arms and forced her to her feet. She sighed with relief when he used a penknife to cut the zip ties, and then unfastened her collar.
She coughed when the gag was removed, and spent a few seconds working her jaw before she could speak. “Th… thank you…” she eventually croaked. “My… my name is…”
“You are under arrest for the crime of prostitution,” Johnson interrupted. Lana’s eyes widened. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have-”
“Wait, this is a mistake!” the blonde protested. She sounded almost like herself again; the events of the day had shaken her, but regaining her voice had gone a long way toward restoring her usual attitude. “Listen, my name is Lana Williamson and I am the victim here, do you understand?!”
“Wang, you mind shutting her up so I can get this over with?” Johnson asked crossly.
“No problem!” his partner said cheerfully, and slapped Lana hard across the face.
She seemed absolutely dumbfounded by this. Even getting pepper sprayed by Mitchell hadn’t rattled her so badly. To people of Lana’s social status, police were servants, friendly and respectful guardians there to help people. She had no experience being on the other side, and stood there in mute shock as she was read her rights.
“Gonna need a few minutes in the bathroom after we drop the whore off at the station,” Wang observed, grimacing at his now sticky hands.
“Yeah, we’ll have to power wash the whole backseat thanks to this filthy bitch,” his partner grumbled.
“Look,” Lana said sharply, trying to regain control of the situation. “I am not a prostitute. I was brought here against my will and raped.”
“Uh huh,” Johnson said flatly. “That’s what all you whores say.” His nose wrinkled. “And God, your fucking breath stinks.”
Her face turned red, but she didn’t back down. “I am telling the truth! I was transported here and raped by three men, and I would like them formally charged!”
“Hey, maybe she’s telling the truth!” Wang pointed out. Johnson gave him a skeptical look. “We all know its common practice for rapists to pay their victims, right?” He pointed at the cum splattered bills on the mattress, and his partner snorted.
“That’s… that’s because they kept insisting I was a prostitute!” Lana protested. “I tried to tell them I wasn’t, but they wouldn’t listen because of that gag, and I couldn’t stop them because I was tied up!”
Johnson rubbed his forehead as though he was developing a headache. “So they tied you up, gagged you, then told you that you were a whore?”
The blonde hesitated. “No, I… I was already tied up and gagged when they found me.”
The two officers shared a look, and Johnson sighed. “And you were already like this because…?”
“Because someone else raped me and stole my car!” Lana’s tone was indignant, but she had an uneasy look on her face as she realized how unlikely her own story sounded.
“This is a fucking waste of time,” Johnson muttered. “Come on, let’s just get her in the goddamn car and go.”
Another woman might have accepted that this was a losing battle. Even Lana, if she was thinking more clearly, might have realized that she wasn’t doing herself any favors. But she was angry and upset and sick of not being treated like the most important person in the room.
“Listen to me, you insignificant little men,” she hissed. “My name is Lana Williamson, and when your commissioner hears about the way you’ve treated me, your careers will be so fucked, you won’t be able to get a job as a fucking crossing guard in this country. I will personally order a policeman’s ball to celebrate the day one of you puts a gun in your mouth, and use the money to install a urinal at the gravesite so visitors can-“
Wang tased her in the stomach.
Both men laughed as she collapsed to the ground, convulsing. Urine ran down her legs as she lost control of her bladder, and after a few seconds of flailing, she was soaked in almost as much piss as she was in cum.
“Let’s load the bitch up and go,” Johnson said when they were done laughing. “Be nice to get some actual fucking police work done tonight.” Wang nodded and hauled her to her feet, then the two frogmarched her out of the room and into their vehicle.
“I thought we agreed to call me Cheng,” Wang whispered to his partner as Johnson started up the car.
“Aww, come on, Johnson and Wang? It’s hilarious!” Johnson whispered back.
Wang sighed, then spoke at a normal volume. “Why don’t we take her to that rest stop first, clean her off? Otherwise by the time we get to the station, we’ll never wash the stench of this filthy slut out of the seats.”
“Good thinking,” Johnson agreed. “I’d ask her how many weeks it’s been she last bathed, but she’d just lie some more.”
“I… I’m not lying…” Lana slurred as they started up the car. “Was raped…”
“Uh huh,” Johnson said absently as he pulled out of the motel lot. “Someone tied you up, gagged you, raped you, and stole your car. It’s a national epidemic.”
“No, he…” Lana paused as she realized this wasn’t going to make her story any more believable, but she soldiered on. “He wasn’t the one who tied me up. That was… the first man who raped me…”
“It’s called compulsive lying,” Wang said casually. “It’s actually like really sad.”
“Yeah, I’ll cry a fucking river over this crazy bitch when I get home,” Johnson said.
“It’s true!” the blonde whined. “Look, it doesn’t matter if you don’t believe me about the first two. I am not a prostitute, and the three men at the motel raped me!”
“And paid you,” Wang reminded her.
“Because they THOUGHT I was a prostitute!”
“They have any guns with them?” Johnson asked. “Knives?”
“No…” she admitted.
“They threaten you with physical violence?”
“N-Not exactly, but they threatened to leave me there on the side of the road! I would have died!”
“So they brought you out to the desert, then threatened to leave you there.”
“…No, it was the… I was already out there, and they were giving me a ride.”
“And while you were hitchhiking, did they tell you that you were a whore, or did they ask?”
“They, they asked, but then they threatened to leave me if I said no!”
Johnson sighed. “Let me see if I have this story straight, Miss Williams.”
“WILLIAMSON.”
“Whatever. You’re hitchhiking in the desert, some guys offer to give you a ride. They’re not the reason you’re out there, they have no legal obligation to assist you, they’re just some random good samaritans. At no point do they threaten you with physical harm, they just indicate they only wish to give you a ride if you are a prostitute. You want a ride, so you lie to them that you are a prostitute. They announce their intention of bringing you to a motel and paying for sex. You continue to accept the ride and continue to lie to them that you are a prostitute. You reach the motel. They pay you money. You spread your legs. Is any part of that incorrect?”
“That… but that’s not…”
“Is any part of that incorrect, Miss Williams?”
“…No.”
“Then I have good news: you were not raped. You’re just a very stupid whore.”
“Huh,” Wang said as Lana blinked back tears. “Tried looking up that name she gave. You know there’s a real Lana Williamson? Beautiful piece of ass too.” He held his phone up.
Johnson whistled. “Fuck me. Wish we had that sexy cunt with us instead of this ugly whore.”
“I AM Lana!” the blonde insisted desperately.
“Yep, and I’m Leonardo DiCaprio,” Wang said. “Let me guess: one of the six people who raped you today stole your ID while they were at it?”
“It… it was five people, not six…” Lana said weakly.
“Terribly sorry, Miss Williamson. Let me invite you to my next movie premiere to apologize.”
No one spoke after that for several minutes, Lana stewing in sullen silence, until they reached the rest stop. “Out you go, bitch, and keep those legs moving. Wang, this whore gives us any trouble, fry her lying tongue off.”
“Happily!”
The blonde expected them to march her into one of the bathrooms, where signs indicated there would be shower stalls, but instead they led her to the back of the building, where there was a manual car wash station. “Why are we here…?” she asked suspiciously.
Johnson scowled. “Think we’re gonna waste perfectly good soap and hot water on your dirty ass? Stuck up cunt.”
Then he pointed one of the hoses at her and turned it on.
Lana screamed as the high pressure blast of ice cold water struck her naked body. She put her hands up, trying to block the stream, but the cop just tilted the hose. “Stop making this difficult, bitch! Spread your legs, hands on the back of your head, now!”
When Lana didn’t respond, he nodded to Wang, who stepped forward and tased her again. She fell to the ground, still soaked in icy water, and Johnson kicked her in the ribs.
“You have five seconds, lazy bitch, then you get another! Stand up, spread your legs, hands on the back of your head! Five! Four! Three!”
Still twitching, the blonde woman scrambled to her feet and obeyed. Johnson immediately began spraying the sensitive and exposed parts of her body: breasts, crotch, armpits. She shuddered and fell down, and the taser went off again.
It took multiple tries before the woman could endure the harsh spray without falling or putting her hands down, both of which earned another zap. Johnson flicked the stream around at random, looking to elicit a reaction, but she stoically held still, teeth chattering.
“Spread those cunt lips!” he snarled. When she just looked at him in disbelief, he signaled his partner.
One visit from the taser later, Lana was spreading her pussy lips apart with her fingers so that Johnson could hose her orifice down with cold water. Globs of cum ran out of her as her insides were power washed.
“Turn around, bend over, spread cheeks!” was the next command. Lana whimpered, but obeyed.
“You know, I was thinking,” Wang said out loud to his partner as they gave the blonde an impromptu enema. “What if she’s telling the truth?”
Lana started at that, but remained bent over, hands on cheeks.
Johnson snorted. “This lying bitch? Yeah, right.”
“Sure, but if she IS, and she really has gotten raped three times today… why not a fourth?”
Lana froze.
“She’s not COMPLETELY unfuckable now that she’s been cleaned up a little,” Johnson admitted. “But she’s still a lying bitch.”
“That’s even better!” Wang pointed out. “She lies about three rapes, who’s going to think the fourth was real?”
“You can’t do this to m-“ Another shock from the taser put her down.
“Back in first position, cunt!” Johnson roared. “Legs spread, hands on back of head! The adults are talking! Next time you speak or move out of turn, I swear to god, we’ll tase your filthy lying ass until the batteries run out! Now move!”
Lana obeyed.
“You ever decide what hole you wanted?” Johnson asked quietly while hosing down the blonde.
Wang shrugged. “I was hoping she’d lose the ring gag before it was our turn. Don’t really want to be the first one she can bite.”
“You gotta think positively, man! You can be the first one to get a real suckjob from her. Here, I got your back.” Johnson raised his voice. “Listen up, bitch! My partner and I have a little bet going! He thinks you’re so fucking stupid, you’d try to bite his cock if he stuck it in your mouth, even knowing we’d torture you to death and bury you out in the desert! Me, I think even the stupidest animals have better survival instincts than that! So who’s right?”
“I… I wouldn’t bite…” Lana said reluctantly.
“Because if you did…?”
“I wouldn’t bite because… if I did… you’d torture me to death and bury me in the desert…” she finished miserably.
Johnson clapped Wang on the back. “See?” he whispered. “Go get her, champ!” He turned off the spray and shouted “On all fours, bitch! We forgot to do a cavity search!”
Still shivering, Lana looked at them angrily, trying to will them not to do this. “You won’t get away with this,” she swore. “I’ll make you regret this for the rest of your lives.”
“You know what, bitch?” Johnson said as he approached her. “You’re lucky you’re a crazy whore and no one will ever believe you. Because if I thought anyone would…” He drew a finger across his neck. “Now get on all fours for your goddamn cavity search.”
The blonde glared at them for a moment longer, and then reluctantly sank down. Her expression didn’t change, but when it’s a beautiful naked woman on all fours doing the glaring, it just hits different, you know?
Wang grabbed two fistfuls of her hair, and twisted her head up to look at him. “No teeth,” he reminded her, speaking like a man commanding a dog. “Good bitch. No teeth.”
I don’t know if Lana would’ve bitten him if they’d tried this earlier. Maybe she would’ve. Maybe even Mitchell could’ve gotten away with a blowjob, if she believed he’d kill her. I’m not a mind reader. But I can tell you this: the old Lana would’ve kept her mouth shut a lot longer when his cock first poked her cheek. She would’ve made him work for it before submitting. But this Lana only hesitated for a second before parting her pretty lips with a sigh and taking him into her mouth.
Wang tensed, expecting a nasty surprise, but from the pleased look on his face, all he encountered was her soft sweet tongue. He began rocking his hips, his cock already dipping into her throat.
At the same time, Johnson was kneeling behind her. He lined his cock up with her slit, then speared it in a single thrust. Lana grunted at the sudden invasion, but she kept sucking.
“You’re just a stupid little whore, you know that?” he told her as he put his hands on her hips and began thrusting back and forth. “You pretend you’re someone special, but we all know you’re not. We could kill you, and no one would care. You’re just a filthy gutter whore getting spitroasted, and that’s all you’ll ever be.”
Lana made an angry sound around Wang’s cock. “Don’t believe me?” Johnson mocked. “Think you’re more than just a whore?” She nodded fiercely. “Then I’ll prove it.”
He abruptly stopped moving, taking his hands off her hips. Lana looked confused, but she wasn’t about to complain, and besides, she had a cock to suck.
“Don’t move, Wang,” Johnson ordered. “This whore is gonna do all the work.”
“But-“ Wang began to protest.
“Trust me.”
Wang reluctantly let his hands fall from Lana’s hair, and for a moment all three of them stood still, the two men’s cocks still buried inside the blonde.
Then Johnson slid his baton out of its holster and rammed it up Lana’s ass.
She squealed as the nightstick filled her guts, and again as he began pumping and twisting it inside of her. It was a slender thing compared to the cocks that had been in there today, but it was also hard, straight, and long. Whenever he jabbed it into her rectum, it forced her tunnel to conform to its shape, literally rearranging her guts. “Feel that?” he growled. “That’s you, on your knees in the dirt, getting sodomized. You still feel like someone special, cunt?! You think a lot of important people get police batons in their guts?!”
The nightstick was streaked red with blood by now, and Lana groaned in misery every time it bottomed out in her. “Will shitting in diapers for the rest of your life make you feel like a strong, independent woman?” he mocked. “When you wake up every morning with shit stains on your sheets because of the way I’m straightening out your intestines right now, will you feel important and powerful? Well?!’
“Nooooo…” she moaned.
“So say it! Say you are nobody and you are nothing, or I’ll ream this shithole until it never closes again!”
Pride and self preservation fought on Lana’s face. “I… I… I…”
“Give me your nightstick,” Johnson ordered.
“You sure?” Wang asked, but he was already unholstering it.
“I’m sick of this bitch thinking she’s someone who matters. Gonna prove her wrong or kill her trying.”
I don’t think Lana actually knew what he was about to do. She was so focused on the pain of her rectal reaming, I don’t think she was listening to them at all.
But that changed when she felt the second nightstick poke at her already occupied asshole.
“Noooo!” she shouted, her voice filled with anger and desperate denial. “Nooo! You can’t!”
But he could. And he did.
Lana screamed in agony as Johnson managed to wedge the second baton into her asshole alongside the first. His bodycam showed us her anus, and it was a sight to see. A few hours ago, she’d been an anal virgin, her crinkled entrance so small you couldn’t have squeezed a pin in there without causing discomfort. Now it was stretched and distended around the two nightsticks, dilated farther than any one cock could have managed, a gaping uneven hole leaking blood.
“Say it!” he yelled as he began pumping and angling both sticks, fighting to bury them both even deeper into her guts. “Say it, bitch!”
Let me say this about Lana Williamson. I hate the woman, and I don’t regret anything we did to her, but I also have to respect her. Most people, myself included, would’ve given up instantly under this amount of torture, without even counting the hours of abuse and humiliation she’d already endured. But not Lana. She held on, gritting her teeth and refusing to give in, for fourteen entire seconds. That is genuinely, honestly, an incredible testament to her physical and mental endurance.
And it didn’t matter for shit.
“I am nothing!” she howled at the fifteen second mark. “I am nobody! I am nothing! I am nobody!”
“You’re just a stupid lying whore!” Johnson shouted at her.
“I’m just a stupid lying whore! I’m just a stupid lying whore! I’m a just stupid lying whore! I’m just a stupid lying whooooooore!”
He let go of the nightsticks, but he left them inside her, still obscenely wedged in her guts. “So fuck us, whore!”
She did. Half mad from the pain, Lana went at her task in a frenzy. I watched her gurgle and drool, spit bubbling from her lips as she violently facefucked herself on Wang’s prick. Her hips were a blur as she smashed them against Johnson’s, ramrodding her pussy with his fat cock in a desperate attempt to make her suffering stop.
It didn’t take long for either man to finish in that condition. They came at roughly the same time, grabbing hold of Lana and burying themselves into her. The blonde twitched and shuddered between them, still trying to fuck herself on their dicks as they emptied their balls into her womb and stomach.
If she thought success would bring relief, she was mistaken. As the two men slipped out of her, Johnson grabbed her hair and pulled, forcing her to swivel around until it was his cock at her lips and Wang’s at her slit. “Now do it again, whore,” he growled.
She did.
An hour later, Lana was slumped facedown across the backseat of their service car, both nightsticks still protruding from her asshole. According to the dashboard, it was a little past midnight. As the two officers conversed, ignoring the naked woman behind them, she quietly whispered her new mantra, her eyes unfocused. “I’m nothing…. I’m nobody… I’m nothing… I’m nobody…”
She didn’t react when the car pulled into a gas station, or when Johnson got out. Wang looked back at her. “We’re gonna take a piss break, slut. You gonna be okay out here by yourself for a couple minutes?”
“I’m nothing… I’m nobody…”
He chuckled. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Though, uh, just between you and me…” He leaned in, putting his face right up against the partition and speaking in a hushed whisper. “ARE you Lana Williamson? Johnson’s sure you’re a liar, but… I mean, you do look just a little bit like her, if I squint… but you were kidding, right? That wasn’t for real?”
Her eyes focused on him. “I’m just a stupid lying whore…” she mumbled.
Wang grinned at her. “Perfect! Back soon.”
Lana laid there senseless for a time, until there was a knock on the window. With a great deal of effort, she slowly tilted her head upwards, until she was looking at a young woman with pink hair, early twenties, who wore a concerned expression as she held a handwritten sign up against the window. ARE YOU OKAY?
Lana shook her head weakly. “I’m nothing… I’m nobody…” Then she let her head slump back down.
A few seconds later, the door rattled, then popped open. “Fuck yeah,” said the pink haired girl, holding a couple hairpins. “Knew this couldn’t be too hard to…” Her expression paled as she took in Lana’s condition. “Shit… those pigs did a real fucking number on you, didn’t they?”
“Help…” the blonde croaked.
“Yeah, yeah, I, uh… fuck, can you walk?” Lana shook her head. “Okay, uh, I guess I’ll have to support you. And I…” She winced. “I’m gonna have to remove those, uh, sticks first. I’m gonna be as gentle as I can, okay?”
She gingerly leaned over. “On the count of three…” Unseen by Lana, she grinned at one of the cameras and flashed a peace sign. “One…” She grabbed both nightsticks and wrenched them out of the blonde’s guts in a single violent motion.
Lana screamed in agony. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” the girl breathed. “Fuck, those must have really hurt, huh? I was being super slow and gentle, I promise.”
It took a few minutes for the girl to half drag, half carry Lana back to her own car and get her into the passenger seat. “Here, drink this,” she said, pressing a bottle of water into the blonde’s hand. “You look like you need it.”
She closed the door for Lana, skipped to the drivers side, and waved to Johnson and Wang, who were keeping an eye on things. They cheerfully waved back.
By the time she got back in the car, the drugged bottle of water was empty, and Lana was already snoring. “Mmm,” the girl purred, reaching over to casually squeeze one of the blonde’s tits. “Sleep well, Lana. When you wake up, we’ll have some real fun…”
***
Four AM Saturday morning.
Melody hummed to herself as she triple checked that Lana was both secure and uncomfortable. From the way the unconscious blonde was already moaning, her limbs twitching as they tried and failed to find a better position, I don’t think she had nothing to worry about, but the pink haired girl and youngest member of our club has always been a perfectionist.
They were in her basement, which was actually not that far from Lana’s house, perhaps five minutes by car. It was the closest she’d gotten to home since her ordeal started, though I doubted she’d ever realize it. It certainly didn’t look like it was anywhere near the luxury mansion; it looked more like the depths of a medieval dungeon. Chains hung from the black stone ceiling, lit only by flickering torches on the walls. The dancing lights and shadows offered glimpses of several large ominous devices covered in jagged edges and leather straps, promising terrible torture for any soul unfortunate enough to be locked into them.
It was all slightly less effective if you’d been one of the people who’d helped her with the remodel last summer, like I had. The chains were plastic, the torches were just fancy electric lights, and the “torture devices” were nonfunctional art installations primarily built out of cardboard and styrofoam. We’d held a Halloween party down there and had a great time.
But from Lana’s perspective, she was about to wake up in a dank, dark hell. She was lying face up on top of a table, and that alone was making her miserable. The table’s surface was scratchy like sandpaper, and Melody had doused it liberally with itching powder before laying the blonde on it. Her squirming shoulders revealed just a hint of the abrasions and scratches that were already covering her entire back and ass.
Rolling off the table wasn’t going to be an option. Leather straps bolted to its surface were cinched tight around her thighs, forearms, and stomach, the stiff material digging into her soft skin. Her legs were spread wide, wider than Lana would’ve thought possible while conscious. Turns out splits are much easier when someone else is just wrenching your limbs into position, and giggling when they dislocate something in the process. Lana’s feet hung off the sides of the table, strapped into weighted ballet boots that forced her toes to point down towards the floor.
Her arms were raised behind her head, and sealed in an arm binder that fused them together. At the end of the binder, where her hands were clenched in useless fists, there was a large metal ring. A genuine chain connected that to a similar ring in the floor, and Melody had carefully removed as much slack as possible, pulling one link at a time, Lana’s arms straining and back arching, until she was certain it could go no further.
Altogether, the blonde’s entire body was now drawn as tight as a bow, reduced to a sweaty, quivering, beautiful creature that would be helpless to protect herself. Her pillowy tits jiggled wonderfully as she moaned in her sleep again, a soft sound of discomfort and pain.
Melody was as naked as her prey, and just as lovely a sight, her body lithe and perky. There was such a joy to her every movement, a bubbly energy that went beyond her relaxed smile and adorable face, that we were only half joking whenever we referred to her as our club mascot. If I was twenty years younger, and if she was into guys, I’d have been head over heels for her.
The pink haired girl checked everything one final time before leaving a gentle kiss on Lana’s furrowed brow. She was fond of the woman; we all were in our own way. Then she selected a riding crop from a set of tools on one wall, gave the main camera a cheeky curtsy, and began.
Lana screamed as she was awoken by the crop smashing into those vulnerable tits hard enough to leave a bright welt across her smooth skin. The table rattled as she tried to protect herself and discovered that was impossible, her full breasts remaining a large and stationary target for the crop as it came down again, eliciting another scream.
“Wait! Stop! Don’t!” Between her cries of pain, she babbled a litany of orders at the pink haired girl, who ignored all of them as she continued Lana’s wake-up call. “No! You can’t! No! No! Stop!”
Melody didn’t let up until the tenth lash, five welts now decorating each mound. “Good morning, Mittens!” she said brightly. “Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life!”
“M-my name is- mmmph!” The girl cut Lana off by shoving the crop’s handle into her mouth.
“Don’t know who you used to be, don’t care,” she lied cheerfully. “I just know that if the cops were willing to fuck you up that bad, you can’t be anyone important. Can’t be anyone that’s gonna be missed. But don’t worry, Mittens, now you have a new life and a new, very important job: making your mistress cum!”
“No… no, you can’t…” Lana whispered. Until now, she’d been assuming that all of this was a terrible but finite experience, and she would soon return to her normal life. This was the first time she’d considered the possibility that maybe this would never end, that her entire life was going to be like this now. Her horror at this idea gave way to fury, and her voice hardened. “You can’t do this to me!”
“Mmm hmm,” Melody agreed easily. “Any minute now, a prince on a white horse is gonna come charging in to save you, and the two of you will live happily ever after, I just know it. But while we’re waiting for him to show up…” She waggled her eyebrows. “Why don’t we find out how far you can get your tongue up your Mistress’s twat?”
If Melody had been a guy, or just looked like one as she had before transitioning, I think Lana was at the point where she would’ve meekly submitted to any sexual favors. She’d accrued more than enough experience over the last twelve hours to understand that if she was restrained and a man wanted her to service him, the most she could do was make him work for it.
But Melody looked like a harmless pink cinnamon roll. Combined with Lana feeling upset and scared over the thought that things might never return to normal, and having a bit of her stamina and spirit restored thanks to a few hours of drugged sleep… the blonde did something very stupid. “Fuck you!” she spat.
Her captor grinned at that, delighted to have such a convenient excuse for playing with her new toy. “Okay,” she said with an easy shrug. “I don’t wanna force you to do anything. We’ll just find something else to do.”
Emboldened by her victory, Lana tried to press her advantage. “Get me out of this… this thing!” she demanded, tugging at the straps holding her down. All she managed to accomplish was scraping her backside against the rough surface, and her teeth clenched as this made the itching powder sting even harder.
Melody adopted a look of concern. “Oh, is it uncomfortable?” she asked guilelessly. “I was just worried you’d fall off if I didn’t do something.”
Lana was too far gone to realize she was being mocked. For the first time, one of her tormentors was actually listening to her and responding to what she said. As a woman so used to giving orders, and so unhappy about being pushed around, her brain latched onto the hope that she could finally reassert her rightful place of authority. “Of course it’s uncomfortable, you idiot!” she snapped. “My legs are killing me, and everything is itchy and scratchy, and these straps are far too tight, and… and get my arms out of this ridiculous thing!” The armbinder shook as she fought with it. “ I refuse to put up with another second of this!”
“Okay, okay,” Melody said soothingly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I’ll help you feel better, alright?”
“I don’t want to feel better,” Lana hissed. “I want out of this… this… goddamn it!” Thinking about her situation only seemed to make it worse for the woman, and her squirming body flushed with frustrated rage as she threw herself at her bonds again, and failed to get one iota of relief.
“It’s okay,” Melody assured her as she put the crop down and picked up a different tool. “This will take your mind off all of that, I promise.” Unfortunately for Lana, she was telling the truth.
The blonde screamed when her captor jabbed the needle right through the flesh of her nipple. “See?” Melody said cheerfully as she drew the bloody instrument out. “You weren’t thinking at all about the other stuff just then, were you?” Lana screamed again, even louder, as the pink haired girl worked a thick brass ring into her new piercing. “One down, one to go!”
“No no no no!” Lana babbled when she saw the needle approach again and realized it was only half over. “Don’t you dare-!”
“Ohhhh, Mittens!” Melody said sweetly after she’d put in the other nipple ring. “These look soooooo good on you! And just like I promised…” she hooked a finger in each ring. “You’re about to forget all about EVERYthing else!”
“N-n-n-no!” Lana shouted desperately. “Stop, I don’t! No! Not, not that!”
Melody yanked, and the blonde howled as her nipples were stretched upwards. She tried to raise herself to ease the pain, but she was already as far as her bondage would allow. “That’s such a beautiful singing voice!” her captor told her, and yanked harder. “Sing for me, Mittens!” Lana did, an agonized wail that echoed off the dungeon walls.
By the time Melody had her fill of Lana’s screams and let go of her rings, the blonde had clearly reevaluated the situation, re: who was in charge here. “I… I’ll do it…” she mumbled hoarsely, her body still trembling in the aftershocks of the pain. “I’ll l… lick you…”
“Don’t be silly, Mittens,” Melody teased. “You don’t want to, remember? That’s why we’re finding other ways to keep ourselves entertained!” She clicked her tongue. “How about a nap? I bet you’d enjoy that!”
Lana tried to say something, but Melody was already clamping her hands over the blonde’s mouth and nose. Lana’s head twisted frantically from side to side, but the girl held on tight, not allowing her a single breath.
If we hadn’t already known the blonde had a phobia around suffocating, we would’ve figured it out quick. She was a wild animal in that moment, throwing herself against the restraints with no regard for her well being. The entire table shook as she tried to break free, and if Melody hadn’t gone the extra mile securing her, I think she might’ve pulled it off. As it was, her struggles made the leather straps around her thighs cut so deeply into her skin that they drew blood, and she dislocated both her shoulders trying to free her arms.
Melody leaned down to kiss her prisoner’s ear as she thrashed, and cheerfully sing her a lullaby. “Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep, pretty Mittens. When you wake up, if you wake up, I’ll just play with you some more.” Lana’s panicked movements became erratic and twitchy, her eyes drooping, until she stopped moving at all.
Melody gave her a slow silent ten count, in case she was faking, then gently took her hands away. The blonde looked almost peaceful as she lay there, her chest barely moving as she drew shallow breaths.
Then the riding crop struck her breasts again.
Lana convulsed violently as the breath exploded from out her lungs. “Good morning, Mittens!” Melody said cheerfully as she delivered ten strokes across the gasping woman’s tits. “Welcome back to the first day of the rest of your life! Did you enjoy your nap?”
Lana’s eyes were bloodshot, and there was stark terror in them now when she looked at her unassuming captor. “D… don’t… do that… again…” she gasped.
Melody cocked her head. “Don’t do what again?” She winked. “This?” She clamped her hands over Lana’s nose and mouth again, and the blonde let out a breathless whimper. She struggled just as hard this time, but she hadn’t even caught her breath yet, and her energy quickly faded. “But you’re so cute when you’re napping, Mittens, I almost couldn’t bring myself to wake you up! Should I let you sleep forever this time?” Lana quickly shook her head from side to side. “You suuuuure?” An emphatic nod. “Okay, I’ll think about it…”
Melody sang to Lana again as the woman passed out for the second time in less than five minutes. “Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep, pretty Mittens. When you wake up, IF you wake up, I’ll just play with you some more…”
Soon Lana was waking up to the kiss of the riding crop on her tits again. “I’ll lick you!” she exclaimed as soon as she could find her voice. “I’ll lick, I’ll lick, I’ll do it!”
“Hmm, really?” Melody said skeptically. “You wouldn’t rather just keep napping?”
“No! I, I want to lick you!” Lana licked her lips. “P… please!”
Melody pretended to think about it. “I’ll make you a deal, Mittens.” She raised one finger. “I’m gonna have you take ONE more nap, okay?” Lana grimaced. “But this time, no squirming or struggling! I want you to lay there nice and quiet, like a good pet, while I send you to nap time. And when I wake you up, the first words I want to hear from you are ‘Yes, thank you for the wonderful nap, Mistress, I didn’t want to ever wake up.’ If you can be a good girl and do that, I’ll know you’ve learned to appreciate nap time, and we can play something else. Ready?”
She didn’t wait for an answer, and Lana flinched as her third round of suffocation began. “Now now, stay still,” Melody cooed. “Keep your eyes on me, Mittens. Yes, just like that, good girl. Just look at your Mistress as you drift off to Slumberland. Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep, pretty Mittens… When you wake up, if you wake up, I’ll just play with you some more…”
Lana almost looked relaxed this time as she passed out, unless you looked at the howling misery in her eyes.
There wasn’t much unmarked flesh left on the blonde’s tits by the time Melody added a fourth set of welts. “Good morning, Mittens! Welcome back to the first day of the rest of your life! Did you enjoy your nap?”
Lana coughed, her breathing ragged. “Y… yes, thank you for the… wonderful nap, Mistress… I… I didn’t want to ever wake up…”
“I’m sure someday soon you’ll get your wish,” Melody said sweetly. “But for now, is there anything Mittens would like to do?”
Lana swallowed. “I… I want to… to lick you…”
“Hmm, I don’t know…” Melody mused. “You don’t sound too interested…” She snapped her fingers. “Oh, I know what we should do!” Lana’s eyes widened when she saw the phone pointing at her. “Okay, if you REALLY want to eat me out, try smiling and saying ‘Please let me bury my face in your juicy twat, Mistress!’”
“Y… you’re going to record it…?” Lana asked, horrified.
“Of course!” Melody said. “Think of how many people will enjoy seeing my cute Mittens begging to guzzle her mistress’s pussy juice. You wouldn’t want to deprive them, would you?”
“N… no…” the blonde said sadly, then forced her expression into a pathetic smile. “Please let me, um, bury my face in… in your juicy twat, Mistress…”
Melody tsked her. “You can do much better than that. Give me more smile! Give me more energy!’
“…Please let me bury my face in your juicy twat, Mistress!”
“Don’t you want people to enjoy watching you? Don’t you love the idea of total strangers jacking off to this? Do it for your fans, Mittens!”
“PLEASE LET ME BURY MY FACE IN YOUR JUICY TWAT, MISTRESS!”
“There’s my good girl,” Melody said approvingly. “Let’s reward that honesty.” The pink haired girl joined Lana on the table, squatting right over the woman’s face.
As far as any of our research could tell, Lana had no homosexual experience or tendencies. No flirting with her female friends, no girl on girl stuff in her browser history, nothing suggesting she had any sexual attraction to her gender. And certainly, the queasy expression she wore when she looked up at Melody’s pussy seemed to support that.
Melody’s crotch hovered just above her prisoner’s lips. “Give it a little taste first,” she ordered. “Your tongue is going to spend a lot of time in there from now on, and it’s only right to have a proper introduction. So lick me hello, Mittens.”
Lana reluctantly extended her tongue, shuddering as she made contact with the girl’s already slick folds. Melody’s reaction was just as strong, a purr of pleasure at her touch. “It’s okay to start slow,” she said. “I don’t mind if I’m your first. You’re going to learn alllll about what my twat likes. You’re going to become the world’s foremost expert in making me cum.”
Drops of pussy juice and sweat fell on Lana’s face as she continued begrudgingly lapping at Melody’s slit, her limbs trembling in its cruel bondage. Conversely, Melody looked like a kid in a candy store, happily running her fingers up and down Lana’s straining form. “You’re so beautiful when you’re suffering,” she said, half in a whisper. “Like a Renaissance portrait brought to life. An angel dragged screaming down to hell, chained and conquered.” Lana didn’t look especially pleased at the compliment.
After several minutes of teasing, Melody lowered herself further, planting her soaked pussy firmly on the blonde’s mouth. “It’s time for your first twat tonguing lesson,” she purred. “I’ll make it reallllly simple, okay? Whenever you’re doing something I enjoy, I won’t be doing this…”
She hooked a finger into one of Lana’s new nipple rings and tugged. The woman squealed in agony, while Melody gasped in pleasure. “Ohhhhhhh, you feel so goooooood…” she whined softly, and stopped tugging with obvious reluctance. “If that… hurt…” she panted, “just make me… feel that good… all the time…”
Lana tried. Even from the limited viewing angle the rest of us had, we could all see how hard she was trying. Whatever distaste she might have felt about performing cunnilingus, it was nothing compared to her desire to keep Melody’s fingers away from those rings. Her cheeks hollowed out as she desperately licking and sucked, slobbering all over her captor’s insides in an attempt to please her.
For her part, Melody showed more restraint than most of us would’ve, if we had Lana’s mouth on our genitals and a cheat code for extra special service. She was quick to tug on a nipple ring whenever the blonde slowed down or fell into too repetitive a pattern, but most of the time she was happy to just let the woman work.
None of us could blame her for what she did at the end, though. After about fifteen minutes of passionate cunt munching, Melody looked ready to burst. “Almost there, Mittens… just gonna… help you cross… the finish line…” Lana saw what was coming and whimpered in distress, drool running down her cheeks as she redoubled her efforts to eat the girl out, but she couldn’t stop Melody from reaching for both rings this time, and yanking them as hard as she could.
Both women screamed and quivered for entirely different reasons. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen Melody cum harder than she did in that moment, as she rode Lana’s screaming face. She didn’t let go of the nipple rings until the last shivering wave of ecstasy had passed, and then both of them slumped, exhausted in their own ways.
“Good girl…” Melody breathed as she stroked Lana’s trembling, sweaty flank. “Such a good, good girl…” The blonde mewled softly, and it made the girl smile. “Are you ready to do that again, or should we take a break?”
“Please…” Lana moaned from beneath Melody’s groin. “No more…”
“I understand, Mittens,” the girl said gently, and kissed Lana’s stomach before climbing down off the table. “You’d rather take a little nap.”
Lana’s entire body went rigid with horror when she heard that, but her captor’s hands were already over her mouth and nose again.
“I’m happy to give you all the nap time you need…” Melody teased as bitter tears rolled down Lana’s face. “Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep, pretty Mittens…”
For the next five hours, Lana was either eating pussy or suffocating. The only break she had was when Melody fed her lunch, which was a can of wet dog food. “If you don’t like the meal,” she’d told the blonde while hand feeding her the slimy, gelatinous lumps, “we can always get back to playtime.” Lana had quickly shaken her head and continued licking her captor’s fingers clean.
At some point during that five hours, the woman broke. I can’t point to any single moment that did it, or some dramatic change in her demeanor. All I can tell you is that by the end, the old Lana Williamson was dead. Her psyche had been damaged ever since Mitchell in the parking garage, we’d all taken a turn going at it with a sledgehammer, and it finally crumbled completely during her long session of rape and torture In Melody’s basement.
We’d seen this before with previous targets: she wasn’t coming back. With plenty of rest, time, and therapy, she might eventually learn to mimic her old self well enough to fool people, even herself, but look deep into her eyes and you would always see the crippled, terrified thing she really was.
Not that this was any reason to go easy on her.
“Why don’t we play a game, pet?” Melody asked Lana at the end of their five hours, as she squatted over the blonde once more to have her cunt serviced. “A fun little celebration of our new life together.”
“Yes, Mistress,” the woman said quickly in between licks. If Lana had learned anything these last five hours, it was that agreeing with Melody was always the right decision. Every deviation from that behavior, from outright defiance to mere hesitation, always led to the same conclusion: lungs screaming for oxygen and a lullaby in her ears.
“The rules are simple.” Melody shifted position to lay atop the statuesque blonde, and Lana jolted when the girl kissed her slit. “If you make me cum first, and you already have a head start there, I’ll let you go. You can crawl back to whatever gutter you used to call home. But if I can make you cum first, even though you’re tired and hurting, even though you’re not even gay… we’ll know that you belong here with me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Lana said automatically, but the girl had her attention. Even in this state, she wasn’t stupid enough to think the game would be as easy as Melody made it sound, but it didn’t matter. She had nothing to lose by playing, and nothing to gain but grief by refusing.
“Mmm, then may the best cuntlicker win,” Melody said eagerly, and lowered her head to get started. I can’t personally attest to the girl’s skill, but based on the way Lana immediately gasped, her hips rocking up to get closer to Melody’s lips and tongue, she was very good at what she did.
Lana tried her best to keep up, but it was obvious that this was a losing battle. She had enthusiasm and desperation on her side, but whatever Melody was doing already had her twitching and panting like a bitch in heat.
The contest could have ended in the first two minutes, but the pink haired girl had other ideas. She skillfully pleasured her captive, driving her right up to the point of orgasm, and then eased back, deliberately letting the flames she’d been fanning flicker out. I couldn’t tell if Lana caught on to it the first time, but by the third, she was weeping frustrated tears.
“Not quite as straight as you thought you were, Mittens?” Melody teased as Lana’s fifth attempt to cum ended in the woman humping the empty air, her captor’s tongue just out of reach.
“N-no, Mistress,” Lana agreed, ashamed.
“Or maybe your body just knows that submission is more important than sexuality.” Melody began her sixth run by focusing on Lana’s clitoris, caressing it with fingers and tongue, and the blonde nearly climaxed at the first touch. “You belong to me now.”
She’d said it as a statement of fact, not a question, but Lana answered anyway. “Y-Yes, Mistress.”
“No matter what happens in the future, you will always remember that.”
“Y… yes, Mistress.”
“Good girl,” Melody breathed.
Then she bit down on Lana’s clit.
The blonde spasmed in surprise and agony, but her shriek of pain was muffled by Melody clamping her thighs around her head. At the same time, the girl also shifted herself slightly until her crotch was covering both mouth and nose of her pet, and bit down again.
While Lana screamed breathlessly, smothered and raped and tortured at the same time, Melody was moaning in pleasure, letting the blonde’s cries push her into a final orgasm.
The girl rode the climax as long as she could, but all too soon it was over. Beneath her, Lana lay senseless, the oblivious winner of their competition. Melody rose to her feet, and gave the woman’s forehead another tender kiss.
Then she signaled us to come drag her away.
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It was the final stop before home on Lana’s rape tour.
Let me tell you, dumpsters can get damn hot inside, especially on a warm summer day in Arizona. Lana woke up in a dark, humid enclosure that was well over 100 degrees Fahrenheit, filled with garbage that had largely rotted and liquified already. Picture a sewer crossed with an oven, and oh, can’t forget, we tossed her in face down after hogtying her arms and legs with zip ties. She tried to roll over a bunch of times, but all she managed to do was further baste her sweaty flesh in hot liquid trash.
We let her enjoy the garbage sauna for a couple hours, long enough to convince herself she was going to die in there, then our guys “discovered” her. “Hey, we got a body in this one!” he shouted after cracking open the lid.
“Any money on him?” one of the others asked.
“Nah, just looks like a dead whore.”
“…help…” Lana managed to croak into her bed of garbage.
“Hot damn, we got a live one! Gimme a hand!” They hauled her out of the dumpster and into the alley, though they made sure to accidentally slam her against the dumpster’s sides several times in the process. The entrance to the alley had already been blocked off with some boxes and construction tape, ensuring they wouldn’t be interrupted.
The filthy, trussed up rape toy they dug out of the trash… well, if we hadn’t set this up ourselves, I don’t think anyone would have realized she wasn’t a corpse. Even some of the guys were giving each other worried looks as they cut the zip ties and her limbs flopped bonelessly to the ground, wondering if we’d gone too far and they’d just imagined her cry for help.
But after a few seconds, she coughed and shuddered, some of her garbage coating flaking off. “…help…” she croaked again, and it was a testament to her recent change of heart that she added “…please…”
“Fucking hell, I’ve never smelled anything that bad,” one of them commented, and he wasn’t exaggerating. She had to have been the worst smelling thing in that dumpster by now.
“I’m gonna fucking puke if we don’t wash her off,” another agreed, and roughly nudged her with his foot. “Hey whore, mind if we give you a shower?”
“…yes… please…”
Honestly, even if they’d told her what kind of shower they had in mind, I think Lana would’ve preferred that over her current state, but that didn’t stop her from letting out a disgusted squeal when they began to piss on her. She rolled around on the street, trying to escape the downpour.
“Dirty fucking pig!” one of them swore, and kicked her in the ribs. “Stop rolling around in the mud!” Lana flinched at his tone and went completely still, meekly letting them finish her golden shower.
When it was over, one man stepped up and slapped her face with his cock. “Where the hell is our thanks, you filthy fuckpig?!”
Lana kept her eyes fixed on the ground, watching urine and trash stream away from her. “Thank you f… for the shower…” She swallowed hard and then whispered, clearly expecting to get punished for the question, “M… may I, um… go now? Please?”
“Go?” He spat on the back of her head. “Where’s a fuckpig like you need to scurry off to?”
The blonde shrank even more. “H… home…” Back in the city and above ground, she could see the finish line in sight. Lana had never spent a lot of time in this particular section of Phoenix, but even she could find her way back home from here. And on nice public roads, plenty of other pedestrians, where not even a rape magnet like her had much risk of getting accosted.
All she needed was for these nine gentlemen to let her leave this alley.
“Pretty sure we just saved your fucking life, bitch,” he snarled. “And that’s all the thanks we get?”
Twenty four hours ago, Lana would’ve laughed at the idea that she owed scruffy, unkempt men like these anything, no matter what they might have done for her. Twelve hours ago, she might’ve reluctantly offered money, or to use her personal influence to grant them a favor. Six hours ago, she would’ve begged them not to do this.
This Lana knew perfectly well what they wanted, and that trying to talk them out of it would only make things worse, so instead of laughing, negotiating, or pleading, she immediately closed her mouth over his cockhead and began tonguing him.
Her obedience made him hesitate for a moment, but he quickly recovered. “That’s right, whore. You can go home once you’ve satisfied all of us. You got a problem with that?”
Her answer was to begin fucking her throat on his cock.
Melody’s lessons had been about eating pussy, but Lana must have learned a few techniques that applied to dicks too, because it wasn’t long before he was pressing her head against himself for maximum depth as he fired his load down her throat. The blonde accepted this meekly, offering no resistance as her face was ground into his crotch.
The next man was already stretched out on the ground, hands behind his head to make himself more comfortable while his stiff cock pointed up at the sky. “Ride me, slut,” he ordered, and Lana crawled over to begin squatting on his prick.
“Look this way and smile, cunt,” another demanded. The blonde flinched when she saw his phone out, but she smiled and continued slowly bouncing on the man’s cock. “Yeah, just like that. Might as well upload this and make a couple bucks off your filthy ass.”
“You got syphilis, whore?” asked the one she was riding. “Gonorrhea? Chlamydia?”
“No!” Lana said quickly. “I don’t have any of those, I swear!”
He laughed and spanked her butt. “You do now, slut!” The blonde looked like she was going to throw up.
“I’m sure she don’t mind,” said the one with the camera. “Cheap whores are happy to pick up new STDs if it means getting stuffed with dick. Right, slut?”
“R-right,” Lana agreed, and told the camera with a smile, “Cheap whores like me are happy to pick up new STDs if it means getting stuffed with dick!”
“Gonna take me all day to cum at this rate, whore,” complained the man beneath her, and spanked her butt again. “Pick up the pace!”
Lana tried to obey, but this was a woman attempting fast, deep squats while operating on only a few hours rest, and who’d eaten nothing in the last twenty four hours but dog food, pussy juice, and cum. After less than a minute, she was moving slower than ever, and panting like a racehorse.
“Lazy whore,” grumbled another man, and unbuckled his belt. “When you’re riding a customer, you should always be going fast enough to make those fat titties bounce! If you can’t manage that much yourself, I’ll have to do it for ya!” She squealed as he began lashing her tits, layering fresh welts upon the dozens faded ones Melody had left her with.
I couldn’t tell you what helped more, the way her motivational tit beating got her bouncing up and down like a big tittied rabbit, or the way her insides must have clenched nice and tight after every leather kiss, but it didn’t take long for her to succeed. Lana kept bouncing even while he ejaculated, his sperm squelching out of her to run down his shaft.
“Clean me off,” he ordered as soon as he was done, and she promptly knelt to begin tongue bathing him. “Jesus, what a cum hungry slut.”
That was only the beginning of her service. The next man ordered her to spread her legs, bend forward until her palms were on the ground, then fuck him with her ass. She had to put her whole body in it, her breasts swinging back and forth as she rocked herself against him. At the same time, she forced her head up to smile for the camera and repeat the words they wanted. “Cheap whores like me love getting buttfucked! Nothing keeps me warm at night like a load of hot spunk in my guts!”
Next she had to wrap her legs around a man’s torso and hump him shamelessly while he held her up in the air. “Cheap whores like me love getting knocked up!” she assured the camera. “A pair of big milk jugs will help me get even more customers! I can’t wait to see fresh milk dribble from my fat titties every time they get slapped!”
Kneeling, she dutifully massaged a shaft with her tits while running her tongue eagerly over its head, occasionally leaning down to slurp the precum off her slick breasts. “Cheap whores like me are just tits and holes! My only worth comes from making men cum, and the day I’m too old and ugly to do that well is the day I get tossed back in the dumpster.”
Still kneeling, now with her face planted in the dirt, hands spreading her butt cheeks apart as she ramrodded her own intestines on a stiff prick. “Cheap whores like me are naturals at ass to mouth! I’m already a filthy piece of shit, so why would I mind tasting my own asshole on a customer’s cock? Real women say pee eww, but I say yum yum!”
On all fours, slowly lapping up the puddle of piss from her shower, her eyes trained on the camera the whole time, while her hips steadily fucked the man buried in her cunt. “Cheap whores like me double as toilets and trash cans! If it looks bad and smells worse, it’s my privilege to suck it up with a smile! After all, I’m gonna need lots more calories for that baby in my belly!”
Gently gripping a shaft in her fist, softly pumping it while her tongue danced and swirled over the piss slit. “Cheap whores like me are cheap whores because we just can’t get enough of cock! Fucking, licking, sucking, rubbing… whether it’s lapping day old sweat and piss and cum off their shafts, or helping their heads kiss my cervix, or just treating myself to a deep spunk enema, cocks are everything to me…”
Like that, Lana serviced all nine men there, and aside from the occasional slap or spank or tit lashing when she forgot that exhaustion isn’t an excuse to be lazy, none of them had to lift a finger. The once powerful and haughty woman worked hard to make all of them cum, and meekly licked them clean after, all the while smiling and repeating every demeaning comment they wanted for the camera.
After she was finished with the last man, she knelt in the dirty alley and waited, head down, not daring to speak. Obedience looked good on her. “Something wrong, slut?” asked one of the men.
“May I go now, please… sir?” Lana whispered.
“We said you could leave after you satisfied us.” She nodded. “We look satisfied to you?” She nervously lifted her head to see him stroking his stiff erection. All of them, even the one she’d just finished cleaning, were hard again by now. And to be honest, even if they hadn’t popped some pills just before they started, it’s hard for me to imagine anyone not being aroused by the sight of that beautiful woman bowed in submission.
“N-no…” the blonde admitted.
“So what’s a cheap whore like you gonna do next?”
Lana let out a long, shuddering sigh, then forced a smile onto her face and crawled toward him to nuzzle his shaft. “May I suck your cock, sir?” she begged. “Please?”
For the next several hours, Lana fucked all nine men. Sometimes singly, sometimes two or three at a time, but always with a smile while she did all the work. Whether she was up against a wall, bouncing in someone’s lap, or even bent over with her head in the dumpster, she worked hard and never complained.
No request was too demeaning for the broken blonde. The first time one of them suggested she drink his piss, she promptly opened wide and waited. When one of them squatted over her face and made a comment about being out of toilet paper, her tongue wasted no time getting to know his asshole. Someone noticed a used condom in the dumpster and tossed it to her, suggesting she might enjoy a snack, and she obediently tilted her head back and let its aged contents ooze down her throat.
By the time she’d drained all nine sets of balls, Lana might just have been the most experienced whore in Arizona. They’d fucked her in every position they could think of, hosing down her insides and painting her outsides again and again. The only reason she didn’t resemble a semen soaked sponge at this point was that her mouth - when not busy with more important tasks - was perpetually at work cleaning up after herself. She lapped the scum off her skin, sucked it from her hair, used her fingers to scoop it out of her fuckholes and slurp it right down. It was a long, grueling afternoon for Lana Williamson, but I can promise she didn’t go hungry.
And after all that, when even the sight and sound and soft tongue of the whimpering blonde couldn’t get any of them hard again, there was only one thing left to do: send her home.
Lana rode the bus back to her neighborhood, just like the men had ordered her to. None of them went with her, but me and Cheng - sorry, Wang - secretly got on to keep an eye on her. We’d changed our clothes and kept our heads down, but she never glanced in our direction.
She’d have had a hard time going anywhere without clothes, so the guys had helpfully donated some. Lana wore high heels, sheer pantyhose, a miniskirt several sizes too small, and a top loose enough that every pothole threatened to make her breasts spill out. She looked exactly like the kind of whore who might spend her Saturday afternoon fucking nine guys in an alleyway.
For maximum humiliation, they’d also grabbed a tube of lipstick and used it to write and draw across her skin. Her arms and legs were covered in words like SLUT, WHORE, and FUCKTOY, while her midriff bore a surprisingly cute picture of one of her eggs getting besieged by sperm. Her forehead bore the label CUM JUNKIE, and on her back was an ode to her asshole that began with “If you’ve change to spare / Consider my tight little derrière” and only got worse as it went on.
Ironically, if she’d lived in a cheaper part of the city, there’s a decent chance someone would’ve checked to see if she was okay. But the passengers of this bus looked at her obscene getup like she was a dog who’d shat on their bed, and then tried to pretend she didn’t exist. Most of them, anyway. There was a group of teenagers who snickered and laughed and got out their phones to take pictures. Lana flinched the first time she heard the camera go off, then turned towards them with a pathetic smile as they took more.
The closest call we had was when a cop got on halfway through the ride. He regarded Lana with an annoyed look, and we could see him weighing his options. She wasn’t technically committing indecent exposure, but she was absolutely skirting the line, and it really came down to whether or not he was willing to bother with the hassle of arresting her. When the blonde realized she had his attention, she shrank away and made herself try to look very small. There was no sign that it even occurred to her she might be able to ask him for help. He watched her cringe, shook his head in disgust, then ignored her like everyone else.
It was a ten minute walk from the bus stop to her house, and Lana made the walk of shame in miserable silence, head down to try and ignore the occasional staring passersby and gawking neighbors. We trailed behind her, trying to stay unnoticed, but she was so lost in her own little world of humiliation we probably could’ve walked hand in hand with her without her realizing.
But she finally made it. After leaving the office roughly twenty eight hours ago, Lana Williamson arrived at home. As she crossed the final distance between her and sanctuary, her steps faltered. Was she considering what she would do if the door was locked? Was she wondering if she’d actually start to feel anything like herself once she was inside? We’ll never know, because a moment later the door opened.
“There you are, sweetheart!” Mitchell said cheerfully, holding a half empty beer. “Been waiting ages for you to get here.”
Lana stared past him, into the crowded house. Everyone was there: Robby, Greg, Nate, Johnson, Melody… even her nine newest friends had beaten her home, arriving by carpool after she’d gotten on the bus. Wang and I brushed past her ourselves, eager to get inside and enjoy the party.
We’d put a lot of time and effort into setting this up. All the pictures on her walls had been replaced by lovely high resolution photos of her adventure. There was Lana facedown over the hood of her car, cum drooling out her freshly raped pussy. Lana cumming during her very first anal rape back in the motel. Lana face down in the police car with the nightsticks jutting from her butt. Lana kneeling on the ground, obedient fucktoy to nine strangers.
Robby and Nate had done a great job editing some of the footage, and had a clip show running on the theater sized screen in the living room. Lana falling flat on her face in the parking garage, frantically eating Melody out in the basement, promising to be a “good little blonde cocksucker” in the car… all our favorite moments of the last twenty eight hours for us to rewatch and relive.
Lana stood there like a deer in headlights, watching as all her monsters happily laughed and chatted with each other, relaxing with beers and snacks in her own home like they had always belonged. Her eyes drifted up to the giant banner we’d hung just a couple hours ago: WELCOME TO YOUR GANGRAPE LANA <3.
“Why…?” she whispered.
“Why what?” Mitchell asked. “Why all the hoopla? Why fuck with you from one end of the county to the other if we’re just gonna run a train on you right here?”
She nodded dumbly.
He took a swig of his beer. “Nothing wrong with a little foreplay, right? Bit of friendly roughhousing to get us all in the mood? Don’t worry, we’re still a long way to Monday morning, sweetheart. Plenty of time for us to have some REAL fun with you.”
Mitchell dropped the empty beer bottle on the grass, and beckoned her to come inside. “Come on then, party can’t get started without the guest of honor. If I were you, sweetheart, I wouldn’t make us come out there and get you.” He winked, then turned and went back inside.
Lana stared at the open doorway, her entire body trembling. Her eyes darted from side to side, at the quiet, peaceful high end suburb around her. There were plenty of places for her to run. Plenty of places to hide.
But there was no escape from what we’d already done to her. And she had learned her lessons well.
Lana Williamson mewled softly, sank to her knees, and then crawled inside to join the party.
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A tough and pretty mean story — but also a really good one. You pulled off quite a feat: even though one rape follows the next, it still feels varied and never gets boring. And I’ve got to say, you fooled me more than once. Several times I thought, “Okay, that’s the end now,” and even though the competition’s theme kind of hinted at how things might turn out, the ending still totally caught me off guard.
In my eyes, a really well-done story and a great entry for the competition.
In my eyes, a really well-done story and a great entry for the competition.
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Thank you! I had a lot of fun deciding the different scenarios Lana would bounce between, and trying to give each its own flavor while also giving her a stable character arc of “proud and strong” to “humiliated and weak”.JTCK wrote: Wed Oct 29, 2025 9:14 pm A tough and pretty mean story — but also a really good one. You pulled off quite a feat: even though one rape follows the next, it still feels varied and never gets boring. And I’ve got to say, you fooled me more than once. Several times I thought, “Okay, that’s the end now,” and even though the competition’s theme kind of hinted at how things might turn out, the ending still totally caught me off guard.
In my eyes, a really well-done story and a great entry for the competition.
The ending feels sliiiightly less mean to me than it might to other people, because I do intend to have a short follow-up. It was going to be an epilogue here, but I realized that doing it justice was going to require a few too many words, and the tone change would be jarring. It takes place a few months later, after Lana has quit her job and become a shut-in, with a surprise visit from Melody to basically say “hey you can keep slowly killing yourself over being a square peg in a round hole, or you can accept the new you and be mine.”
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Man, just when you think it's over she gets into worse and worse situations. The cascading series of events is perfect for the Rube Goldberg theme. This is also a jack of all trades kind of story that hits a bunch of spots at just the right amount. Really well done.
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Well, I didn't think there would be a party at the end. I pictured her breaking down, trying to decide if she should bother with the cops, and probably deciding against it. The usual.
On the whole, I'm very unhappy. Stories like this make it so difficult to decide which one to vote for, even with two votes.
On the whole, I'm very unhappy. Stories like this make it so difficult to decide which one to vote for, even with two votes.
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Yeah @SoftGameHunter, I know exactly what you mean. I’ve only read half of the stories in the contest, and I already can’t decide which one not to vote for.
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@Darinost
I'm a little undecided. I really liked the first half of the story. But the second half was completely not to my liking.
As a compromise, because the beginning was really good, I'll give it two points.
I'm a little undecided. I really liked the first half of the story. But the second half was completely not to my liking.
As a compromise, because the beginning was really good, I'll give it two points.
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@Blue I'm a little curious, not as the author but just as an interested reader, what made the second half less enjoyable? To me, the whole story flowed nicely, if a bit longer than I would have chosen.
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@SoftGameHunter
I'd be happy to answer your question.
I'm a fan of BDSM, but in this particular case, I personally didn't like reading this part in such a well-crafted story. I can't explain exactly why, but the scenes in the torture chamber don't fit with the previous ones for me.
As for the ending: does it absolutely have to be a dumpster where she's disposed of? I think she had already learned her lesson before that. And this scene, too (this is purely a personal opinion), doesn't fit with the opening scenes. Those were very surprising, but also harmonious. First the oral rape in the parking garage, then the guys who were actually supposed to rescue her. Later, the well-planned continuation in the "hotel room." Then—in my eyes, that was actually the climax of the story—the police officers who essentially finished her off.
I didn't need the scenes with Melody. The scene with the dumpster and the rest of the story personally ruined everything that had been so carefully planned and executed before.
I'd be happy to answer your question.
I'm a fan of BDSM, but in this particular case, I personally didn't like reading this part in such a well-crafted story. I can't explain exactly why, but the scenes in the torture chamber don't fit with the previous ones for me.
As for the ending: does it absolutely have to be a dumpster where she's disposed of? I think she had already learned her lesson before that. And this scene, too (this is purely a personal opinion), doesn't fit with the opening scenes. Those were very surprising, but also harmonious. First the oral rape in the parking garage, then the guys who were actually supposed to rescue her. Later, the well-planned continuation in the "hotel room." Then—in my eyes, that was actually the climax of the story—the police officers who essentially finished her off.
I didn't need the scenes with Melody. The scene with the dumpster and the rest of the story personally ruined everything that had been so carefully planned and executed before.
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I totally get what you mean — towards the end it was almost a bit too much of a good thing.Blue wrote: Sun Nov 02, 2025 6:14 pm @SoftGameHunter
I'd be happy to answer your question.
I'm a fan of BDSM, but in this particular case, I personally didn't like reading this part in such a well-crafted story. I can't explain exactly why, but the scenes in the torture chamber don't fit with the previous ones for me.
As for the ending: does it absolutely have to be a dumpster where she's disposed of? I think she had already learned her lesson before that. And this scene, too (this is purely a personal opinion), doesn't fit with the opening scenes. Those were very surprising, but also harmonious. First the oral rape in the parking garage, then the guys who were actually supposed to rescue her. Later, the well-planned continuation in the "hotel room." Then—in my eyes, that was actually the climax of the story—the police officers who essentially finished her off.
I didn't need the scenes with Melody. The scene with the dumpster and the rest of the story personally ruined everything that had been so carefully planned and executed before.
For me, the real "climax" was the Melody scene — totally unexpected and right up my alley!
Honestly, it could’ve ended there and I would’ve been perfectly happy. The extra escalation wasn’t really necessary for me personally.
But hey, that’s just personal taste — it doesn’t change the fact that I absolutely loved the story!