Carrie Tries Self Defense

[Darinost]

Teaser:Carrie has spent her whole life the victim of one cruel incident after another. But things are finally about to change.
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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: Carrie Tries Self Defense
Author: Darinost
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This (reposted) story is inspired by the many excellent works of skuttrusk, whose character I borrowed with permission.

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Chapter 1

Things were going to be different now.

Carrie couldn’t remember when she’d first thought those words. They’d popped into her head more than a few times over the last weeks, first as idle thoughts, and then with growing regularity. Before she knew it, they had become her new mantra.

Things were going to be different now.

Carrie knew that in many ways she’d been blessed. Gorgeous locks of blonde hair. A soft, innocent face that stirred the heart (among other things) of anyone who saw her. Long, smooth limbs that looked good in or out of anything. Voluptuous curves in all the right places. When it came to her physical attributes, at least, she had nothing to feel bad about. Everything else in her life, though…

It was never her fault. That much she was certain of. Things just… happened, outside of her control. Her clothing would catch on something and rip in public. Or she’d get lost and end up in the worst part of town. Or she’d become the target of vicious pranks from people she barely knew or thought of as good friends. Ever since high school, misfortune had shown up in a thousand different ways, but always with the same general outcome: naked, helpless, and stuffed full of dick.

But that was all over. Things were going to be different now.

There were only a couple women in the dojo when Carrie arrived for her evening lesson. This wasn’t unusual; she made a point of getting there as early as possible, typically as soon as she left work. She started getting changed, trying to ignore the sidelong glances both women gave to her chest, and their whispered conversation.

The dojo had been a godsend. Carrie’s only regret was that she hadn’t gotten the idea of learning self defense even sooner. All of her life, at least since puberty, she’d been a victim of one circumstance or another, and no one had ever come to her rescue. But now, finally, she was learning how to fight back. Things were going to be different now.

She’d first started classes three weeks ago, and it was like a switch had been flipped. Carrie hadn’t been raped once in that time. Not once! Even her lecherous boss hadn’t done anything worse than pinch her bottom lately. For most women, going three weeks without being raped was just normal life. For Carrie, it was very nearly a record.

It was amazing how much better she felt after having time to heal. The bite marks had almost completely faded from her breasts and thighs. Her butt no longer burned whenever she sat down on something. Even her pussy barely felt sore anymore. Soon, she dared to hope, she might actually be able to masturbate again. Boy, did she miss masturbation.

Rationally, she knew that she couldn’t credit the self defense course for this unexpected respite. But the coincidence was too great to ignore. Was it a sign? Was someone up above telling her that she was on the right path? Yes. That had to be it. Things were going to be different now.

Carrie slipped out of her work clothes, and squeezed into a fresh black bra with some effort. The other women had on proper sports bras, and she tried to hide her envy. Thanks to her misadventures, her underwear was constantly getting torn up and destroyed (and frequently crammed into her mouth as a gag afterwards). She just didn’t have the budget to keep replacing them, so now she had to buy underwear based on price, not comfort or usability. This pair, which she’d snagged off a clearance aisle for half price, was a couple sizes too small for her, leaving her nipples embarrassingly obvious through the thin fabric.

Next was the black yoga pants, which were even tighter than the bra had been. She still felt practically naked after pulling them on, and no wonder; they clung so tightly to her plump ass that the outline of her asshole could be seen when spreading her legs. These were another item of convenience, though not for exactly the same reason as the bra.

One of her old boyfriends, Steve, had utterly dominated her during their relationship, including make her lick his shoes and drink his piss. He’d usually kept her naked, but sometimes, he liked to do things a little differently, and that’s when she’d put on the yoga pants for him. He’d loved pinning her down to the bed, tearing a hole in the crotch with his bare hands, and then plowing both her pussy and ass while she squirmed and struggled. He’d said the tight yoga pants helped keep her slutty holes from going too loose on him.

Steve was long gone, but he’d once made her spend an entire paycheck stocking up on yoga pants that he could destroy, and she still had a drawer full of them. Wearing a pair didn’t exactly evoke fond memories, but she didn’t have much choice.

Besides, things were going to be different now.

Carrie joined the others in stretches, trying to convince herself that she was wearing workout clothes, not flimsy lingerie. She’d never been very athletic, and it didn’t take her long to build up a sweat, but she made up for it with sheer enthusiasm. By the time the instructor walked in and clapped her hands to let everyone know class was starting, she was red faced and her chest heaved in a manner that earned jealous looks from more than one of her classmates.

“Good evening, ladies,” said Miss Mays, the instructor.

“G-good evening!” Carrie said with the others, fighting to catch her breath. She gazed at Miss Mays with rapt adoration. The woman was the closest thing she’d ever had to a positive female role model.

“Line up, please,” Miss Mays said. Her voice wasn’t hostile, but it had the sound of discipline behind it. It was the voice of someone familiar with giving orders, and with having them obeyed. She wasn’t particularly imposing on a physical level, at least not at first. She was a short woman, barely five foot, with a boyish cut of brown hair. Like everyone in the room except Carrie, she wore proper workout clothes. Her bare midriff showed a tight six pack, and her limbs were lined with compact but impressive muscles.

It wasn’t the physique that made Carrie admire her so much, though. It was the attitude. Miss Mays was tough, confident, and no nonsense. She exuded raw feminine power. The polar opposite of a girl who had once accidentally wandered into the boys changing room in high school while looking for cheerleader tryouts, and ended up reluctantly sucking off the entire football team.

“For the last few weeks, we’ve focused on the basic forms. Today we’ll begin going over real world situations, and how to apply what we’ve learned. I will need a volunteer, preferably someone with experience being physically harassed.”

Carrie’s hand immediately shot up, fingertips straining to get as high as possible. Working with Miss Mays directly! Up until now, she’d always been on the sidelines, giving advice on proper posture and follow through. Carrie couldn’t pass this chance up.

Miss Mays scanned the room, and Carrie’s heart skipped a beat as the brunette focused on her. “You, Carrie. Come here.”

Carrie nearly skipped on the way over, delighted at her good fortune. She bowed to the instructor like she’d seen the other women do, careful not to let her cleavage spill out.

“Carrie, have you ever been the subject of physical harassment?”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Describe it for the class.”

Carrie hesitated. “Um, which time, ma’am?” There had been literally hundreds by now.

“The most recent, please,” said Miss Mays, with the barest hint of impatience.

“Oh! Right, sorry! Um, that would be the grocery store, three weeks ago.” Her cheeks turned pink as the memories of it came back to her. “I was ra- physically harassed there.”

“Carrie.” Miss Mays was no longer trying to hide her annoyance. “The purpose of this exercise is to describe, in detail, the circumstances of your harassment, so that we may go over them step by step and discuss the proper actions to take for self defense. I need specifics, not a vague summary. Is this something you’re capable of, or should I call on someone else?”

Carrie’s blush deepened to scarlet. “No! No! I can, I can do it! Um, so I was in the produce section. I get tons of protein from all the- I mean, my general diet is high on protein and low on fruits and vegetables, so I was checking out the fresh fruit. There were some watermelons on sale, and I was standing in front of them trying to choose the best one when a man asked if he could, um, examine the melons. I said of course and stepped aside, and then he, well, he started groping me.”

“Am I correct in assuming that you did not try to fight him off?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Did you run?”

“No, ma’am.” Thanks to Steve, the only shoes she still owned now were of the high heeled stripper variety. She could barely walk in them, let alone run.

“But certainly you at least called for help. How did he react when you did that?”

“I, uh, I didn’t…”

“You didn’t?,” Miss Mays said skeptically. “Why on Earth not?”

Because, Carrie thought to herself, in her experience, drawing attention to herself while being attacked had only ever resulted in more participants. But she had a feeling Miss Mays wouldn’t accept that answer. She cast about for a different way to phrase it. “Because I, I… I felt intimidated…”

Her instructor nodded in understanding. “He was threatening you into silence.”

“Yes!” Carrie said gratefully. “That one. That’s what he did.”

“And what kind of weapon did he threaten you with?” Miss Mays asked. “A knife? A gun?”

“Oh no, he didn’t have anything. His hands were full with, uh, with me.”

Some of the other women tittered, but quieted quickly after a look from Miss Mays. “Let me see if I have this straight, Carrie,” the brunette said flatly. “You were in a public area when a lone and unarmed individual approached you to initiate sexual contact. You did not call for help, you did not fight back, you did not try to leave. You just… stood there and let it happen. Did you even ask him to stop?”

Carrie found herself wilting under Miss Mays’ scorn. “No,” she answered weakly. “I thought… I thought if I didn’t make a fuss, maybe he’d… just go away once he was satisfied.”

“But he didn’t, did he.” It wasn’t a question.

“No. He, he said, um, that they felt ripe, but that he’d have to taste them to really know. Then he tore off the front of my blouse, and my bra, and started, um, chewing on my chest.”

Miss Mays turned away from her to address the other women, most of whom were holding back laughter. “Class, at this point we would normally go over the steps our subject has taken, and discuss alternative actions that could have yielded better results. But in this case, we don’t have much to work with, because Carrie did literally nothing.”

Carrie wanted to crawl under the mats and hide. Submission had seemed like her only option at the time. The guy hadn’t been armed, but he had been twice her size, and he hadn’t looked like someone who reacted well to rejection. Like she’d said, she’d held onto the hope that if she just let him have his way, things wouldn’t get escalate like usual.

But also like usual, she’d been wrong.

“Alternative actions,” Miss Mays said. “We’ll skip the obvious answers, like escaping or drawing attention from bystanders. I trust you all understand the effectiveness of simple solutions like those.”

“Yes ma’am,” answered the amused chorus.

“We’ll instead analyze the situation as if those options were, for whatever reason, not on the table. In that case, a swift physical response is ideal. Carrie, come at me the same way the man did to you, and I will demonstrate.”

Carrie swallowed her shame and nodded. This was what she’d been waiting for, learning directly from the master. She stepped up in front of Miss Mays and awkwardly reached for her chest with both hands.

*THUNK*

Carrie stumbled backwards, clutching at her throat, struggling to draw breath. Wheezing, she collapsed to her knees, and then onto her side.

“Everyone, no matter their gender or build, needs to breathe,” Miss Mays said calmly, lecturing the others. “A sharp blow to the throat, even when done lightly, will give any assailant something to think about. If their hands are free, there is a strong chance they’ll block or deflect the blow, but if they are busy, say, ‘examining melons’, it can be an extremely effective countermeasure.” She clapped her hands. “Break into pairs and take turns trying this move out for yourself.”

After a chorus of “Yes, Miss Mays”, the gaggle of women dissolved into different groups. As Carrie hyperventilated on the ground, she watched them lightly tap each others’ necks with closed fists. After a minute, one of them raised her hand. “I didn’t really get a good look at what you did,” she said, voice dripping with innocence. “Could you give us another demonstration?”

“Of course,” Miss Mays replied, and gave Carrie a disapproving look when she saw the blonde still on the floor. “This isn’t nap time, young lady. On your feet.”

Carrie reluctantly complied, still massaging her aching throat with one hand. Maybe that punch had only hurt so much because she wasn’t expecting it. Now that she could brace for it, it would be much easier.

*THUNK*

Nope.

Another woman raised her hand. “I’m left handed; could you show me the proper form for that?”

*THUNK*

The women all proved extremely interested in learning more details. “Exactly which part of the throat should we be striking?”

*THUNK*

“What if I just got my nails done? What would be the best way to make a fist?”

*THUNK*

“Miss Mays, something about my arm motion feels off to me. Could you do it again?”

*THUNK*

By the time Miss Mays called a halt to the exercise, Carrie’s slender neck was black and blue from more than thirty throat punches. The swelling made it almost impossible for the stricken blonde to breathe, and she had resorted to heaving gasps of air. Miss Mays gave her a reproachful look as she laid on the mat, head pounding from the lack of oxygen. “There’s no need for dramatics, girl. Get up.”

Carrie wanted nothing more than to lay down and not move for at least a few hours, but she forced herself to stand, legs shaking. She looked at Miss Mays, hoping to see approval, but the instructor merely looked impatient. “Was that the end of your encounter, Carrie?”

“N-*cough* no, ma’am,” she said hoarsely.

“Then continue.”

“He…” Carrie faltered. Talking about getting groped was one thing; compared to the things she normally had to endure, something as simple as that had almost been a relief. But the situation had gone south fast, and she didn’t look forward to retelling it. Not with Miss Mays’s stern expression pointed her way, or all the grinning women enjoying her humiliation.

“He… He ripped off my pants and… and my underwear, and then he, uh, he took a banana and… he… he…”

Miss Mays’s expression grew increasingly annoyed as Carrie stumbled over her words, which only made it harder to continue. “And then?”

“And then…. he stuck it inside me.”

A couple women couldn’t hold back any longer, and started laughing. Miss Mays didn’t bother to stop them, her attention completely focused on Carrie. “You’re telling me that you just stood there and let a complete stranger insert a banana into your vagina?”

“…No, ma’am.”

Miss Mays breathed a sigh of relief. “Well. That’s something, at least. What did you do to resist?”

Carrie wanted to die. “…No, I meant, um, he didn’t put it in my pu- my vagina, he put it in my butt.” The sensation of it was still vivid in her head, the stiff, slippery skin rubbing against her guts as it was forced in. The man had made up for the lack of lubricant by slamming the banana with the palm of his hand, stuffing it in deeper in with each sharp blow, until it was so far in that her anal ring had closed back up behind it.

More than half the class was howling with laughter now. The ones who weren’t just looked disgusted, and none more so than Miss Mays. “Quiet down,” she said, and the laughter slowly subsided. “Carrie, that is possibly the most repulsive thing I have ever heard. It’s women like you, who help teach men that they can do whatever they like without consequence, that are the problem with today’s society. You’re the reason garbage like Fux News is thriving.”

“I don’t… I, I didn’t…” Carrie felt hot tears threatening to spill out. She wasn’t the problem! Was she?

Miss Mays’s expression softened ever so slightly. “Well, I suppose if you’ve started to take classes, that’s an improvement,” she admitted begrudgingly. “Come here, and we’ll show everyone what to do the next time someone tries to… *sigh*, insert a banana into your rectum.”

Carrie sniffed and obeyed. That was right. What had happened in the grocery store was in the past, along with all the other incidents. Things were going to be different now.

*WHUMP*

Being a head taller than the instructor, Carrie couldn’t see the kick coming, but she certainly felt it. Pain exploded like fireworks in her pelvis, making her double up and fall over, hands cupped over her crotch.

“As I’ve just demonstrated,” Miss Mays was saying, “a solid kick or knee to the groin is unpleasant even for a woman. When done to a man, the effect is even more pronounced. Begin practicing, ladies.”

Please don’t raise your hands, pleaded Carrie internally, still rolling around on the mat. Please, please…

A hand went up. “Miss Mays? I’m having a hard time getting the footing right.”

“Would another demonstration help?”

“Actually, it would really help if Carrie was my partner. I feel like she had the, you know, attacker stance down really well.”

“Definitely,” her partner agreed. “Can I practice with her too?”

“Oh, I didn’t even know that was an option!” another piped up. “Yes, that would be super helpful!”

“Very well,” said Miss Mays. “Hands up if you’d like to work with Carrie for this exercise.” She surveyed the sea of hands. “Alright then. Everyone line up to take a turn. My word, Carrie you’re still lying down? Volunteering is not an excuse to laze around during class!”

*WHUMP*

*WHUMP*

*WHUMP*

If the students hadn’t been going at it very seriously when practicing throat punches with each other, they more than made up for it now. Each and every one of them seemed to have a personal goal of kicking Carrie’s womb up into her stomach. After the first few hits, the beleaguered blonde could no longer stand, so Miss Mays helpfully wrapped her arms around her from behind to keep her upright and in position.

*WHUMP*

*WHUMP*

Each girl would run to the back of the line after their turn, eager for another go. Most of them took at least four or five turns before they were satisfied they had the move down. One particularly diligent student went for a full dozen cunt punts.

Carrie collapsed after it was over, but it only took a stern look from Miss Mays to get her to force herself back onto her feet. Her pussy felt like it had been run over after enduring no less than eighty nausea inducing strikes, and she bid a sad goodbye to her hopes of getting to masturbate anytime soon. But no pain, no gain, she reminded herself. If these classes meant not being a helpless rape victim anymore, she’d let these women kick her all day long and anywhere they liked.

“Is that the end of the story, Carrie?” Miss Mays asked.

“No,” Carrie hissed through clenched teeth. “After that he, he pinned me down on the ground, put his penis into my vagina and, and, you know…”. He’d been massive, and having her backside filled had made her a tight fit, but he’d been determined. She’d barely even felt ashamed that his mauling of her tits, which had continued the entire time, had left her soaking wet. Without her juices to ease the way, he might have ripped her in two.

“Yes,” agreed Miss Mays. “I don’t think we need the sordid details. I won’t bother asking how you tried to stop him while he was raping you, because I know that it would be a waste of time.”

“Oh, but, but I did do something!” Carrie insisted, seizing the chance to improve her standing with Miss Mays. “I did!”

“Really?” asked the instructor, startled. “Then yes, by all means, please share with the class.”

“I wrapped my legs around him really tight,” Carrie said proudly. “Normally it takes them, um, I mean, I would expect a normal rapist to spend a good ten or fifteen minutes raping me, but I was able to get him to finish in only two!”

It wasn’t until Carrie saw Miss Mays’s nauseated expression that she realized that she’d said something wrong. “Carrie,” said the instructor slowly, as though she couldn’t believe what she was saying. “You’re telling me that you were being raped by a stranger, and instead of trying to dissuade him from his course of action, escape, seek help, or defend yourself physically, you chose to help him enjoy himself?”

“I…” Carrie started, and then stopped, no defense coming to mind. When Miss Mays said it that way, it did sound kind of bad. At the time, she’d thought herself lucky for getting the opportunity. All too often she was tied down to something when she was being raped, and could do nothing but wait for it to end. She’d been really proud of herself at the time for being able to speed up her rape by so much, but looking back at it now, she just felt dirty. Miss Mays was right. He’d raped her, and she’d rewarded him for it. She hung her head. “Yes, Miss Mays.”

The instructor sighed. “Never in all my years of teaching have I heard of something so pathetic. Please tell me that was the end of it, Carrie.”

“Yes,” she lied. Well, only a little. It was barely a white lie, if anything. Her rapist had up and left, and she hasn’t seen him again. She had, however, been in such a hurry to get home and put clothes on, before her appearance could attract more attackers, that she’d forgotten to pull the banana out of her behind. The cashier had accused her of trying to shoplift, and one thing had led to another, as they always seemed to with her.

But that was a separate incident, right? Right. She didn’t need to explain how the store staff had tied her to a shopping cart and run her up and down the aisles, offering her holes to every customer they could find. Or how they’d found her shopping list in her destroyed pants and held an impromptu contest to see who could cram the most items from it into her pussy and ass (the winner wisely began with the one dozen eggs in her ass, then churned them up with the cucumber, creating the lubrication necessary to really go wild). Or how they made her eat the banana at the end, peel and all.

At least the shopping trip hadn’t been a complete disaster. As she’d lain naked and bleeding in the grocery store parking lot, shortly before a homeless man had found her and dragged her away to keep him company for the night, she’d found an old discarded flyer on the ground next to her, advertising the benefits of self defense. She’d ended up spending the entire night and half of the morning with the homeless man and his eight friends, but once she’d finally stumbled home the very first thing she’d done was look up the closest self defense class. The very first thing after a shower, a long cry, and forty minutes with her toothbrush and mouthwash, of course.

“This seems like a good place to stop for the night,” said Miss Mays. “Now Carrie, I trust you learned something from this lesson?”

“Yes?” Carrie said uncertainly. She had? It was hard to think through all the pain.

Seeing her confusion, Miss Mays sighed again. “What you should have learned is that it’s your responsibility, just like everyone else, to keep yourself safe. No one else is obligated to do it, so it’s up to you. Do you understand?”

“Um, sort of, I guess.”

“In other words, what happened to you back then was entirely your own fault.”

It was? “It was?”

“Yes,” Miss Mays said sternly. “You let it happen. If you’re not even going to help yourself, how can you expect anyone else to help you? If you go through life with that kind of attitude, Carrie, you’re always going to be a victim, and it will never be anyone’s fault but your own.”

“I, I guess you’re right, “ the blonde said weakly. If Miss Mays said so, it had to be true, right? What had happened in the grocery store was her fault, and so was every other incident in her past. No wonder she was constantly being raped and abused by someone. She was doing it to herself.

“There there, child,” said Miss Mays awkwardly. “You’re still young.” Carrie realized she’d been crying and hurriedly wiped the tears away. “It’s never too late to make a fresh start, even someone like you.”

“Yes, Miss Mays,” blubbered Carrie. “Thank you, Miss Mays.”

Miss Mays clapped her hands. “Alright ladies, that’s enough for tonight. Please line up.” Carrie joined the women as they got into position and bowed to the instructor. “I trust I will see you all next time. Carrie, may I speak with you in my office?”

As the other women shuffled out, many of them still giggling about Carrie, the blonde sat down in the little adjacent office and waited nervously. Was she going to be kicked out? Had her story been so awful that Miss Mays wanted nothing to do with her anymore? That was probably it. She’d messed everything up for herself, again!

“Please don’t kick me out!” she begged as soon as Miss Mays joined her in the office.

The brunette looked at her with a puzzled expression. “Kick you out? Where ever did you get that ridiculous idea, Carrie?”

“Well, I mean, I thought, because I did so bad before, that you’d…”

Miss Mays sat down at her desk. “No, Carrie, I’m not kicking you out. Quite the opposite, in fact. I can see that you are in need of a great deal of help, more than I can offer with these standard lessons.” She put a thick stack of papers that Carrie hadn’t even noticed were in her arms onto the desk. “That’s why I’m recommending our advanced course.”

“Advanced…?” Carrie said skeptically. “Um, I’m not sure if I’m ready for advanced…”

“That is exactly why you need this, Carrie,” said the brunette firmly. “In our standard course, we have too many students to give you the attention you require if you are going to make meaningful progress. The advanced course, on the other hand, consists of a series of individualized sessions. Just you, me, and some assistant instructors to help with the exercises. I believe that a more focused class will do wonders for you.”

Carrie lit up at what Miss Mays was saying. Even her poor throbbing throat and crotch didn’t seem to hurt as bad. No other students teasing and bullying her? Getting Miss Mays all to herself? It sounded perfect! “I’ll do it!” she said eagerly.

“Good girl,” Miss Mays told her, and passed her the stack of papers and a pen. It was the first time the instructor had ever truly complimented her. Carrie felt fresh tears spring up, but for a change, for the first time in years, they were tears of happiness. Her vision blurred as she quickly signed everywhere Miss Mays pointed. There were many sheets of paper, and they were all crammed with tiny text, but none of it mattered. Miss Mays was on her side, and things were going to be different now.

Her instructor collected the papers once she was done signing, and put them carefully away in her filing cabinet. “You’ve made an excellent decision tonight, Carrie. I’m proud of you.”

Proud! Miss Mays was… of her! Carrie nearly fainted with joy. “Thank you, Miss Mays!” she said. “Thank you! Thank you! I won’t let you down!”

“I’m sure you won’t,” the brunette said. “Just remember to be back here tomorrow night, at six sharp. We have a lot of work to do.”

“Yes, Miss Mays!”

[Darinost]

Chapter Two

Carrie spent the rest of the night, and most of the next day, in a euphoric haze. Her life had never been going so well. Her boss even complimented her that day! It was for the way her tits bounced as she ran to catch the elevator he was in (and failed), but still! All it had taken was a little positivity and proactiveness to turn her fortunes around. Things were going to be different now. No, things were different now!

The busty blonde was in such a good mood that she didn’t even panic when she came out of the changing room and found several dozen men standing in the main area of the dojo. They were burly, tough looking types, all scowls and scars and tattoos. They looked like exactly the kind of men that liked to grab her while she was walking down the street and force her into a dark alley for a rough gangbang.

The old Carrie would have been certain that they were there to rape her, and immediately tried to run in the opposite direction screaming, not that it would have helped. The new confident Carrie handled it much better, only flinching for a moment before carefully making her way to the farthest corner of the room and beginning her stretches, keeping an eye on them the whole time. They did the same, every last one of them staring at her skimpy outfit and the curves it barely hid, and she recognized the kind of expressions they wore. But they only looked and leered, and as time ticked by without them making a move, she was able to relax a little.

Still, she breathed an enormous sigh of relief when Miss Mays entered the room. “Good evening, Carrie,” the woman said brusquely, paying no attention at all to the men.

“Good evening, Miss Mays,” Carrie answered promptly.

“Are you ready to begin?”

“Yes, Miss Mays! Though, um…”

“Yes? What is the problem, girl?”

Carrie nudged her head in the direction of the gathered men. “Uh… who are they?”

Miss Mays turned and regarded the group of men. “Ah, yes. These are the assistant instructors I told you about yesterday. They are here to help with your learning.”

“Ohhhhh,” said Carrie, relieved. Of course! She’d been silly for being afraid of them in the first place. Sure, they seemed a bit rough and crude, and they were still looking at her like a pack of wolves eyeing a juicy rabbit, but it took all types. They were here to help her, not hurt her. “Sorry,” she said, giggling at her own foolishness. “I actually thought they were going to try to like, you know…”

“Assault you?” asked Miss Mays. “Yes, you were correct. They will be attempting that tonight.” She said it without any passion or emphasis.

“…Huh?”

“They’re quite good at it, in fact,” Miss Mays continued. “I hired them as part of a prison rehabilitation program. All of them have been charged with multiple counts of rape, gang rape, and/or domestic violence. Between all of them, I believe they’ve raped upwards of…” her voice trailed off as she looked at Carrie, who now had her back up against the wall, as far away from the men as physically possible. The blonde’s eyes kept darting towards the exit, and her legs trembled as though she was about to sprint off at any second.

Miss Mays sighed, and rubbed at her forehead. “You did read the brochure I gave you about how this course works, yes Carrie?” Her exasperated tone made it clear that she already knew the answer.

“N-no, Miss Mays,” Carrie admitted, still focused on the exit.

“Good heavens, girl,” said the brunette. “I don’t know how you get through life. Stop that… whatever is that you’re doing, and pay attention please.”

“Yes, Miss Mays.”

“If you had read the brochure I gave you, you would know that this course is designed to radically improve a student’s performance by taking them out of abstract exercises and thrusting them into real world situations. Real risk, real progress. You are going to spar with these men one at a time, using the skill you’ve learned thus far. If you are beaten, your opponent will be allowed to hurt you, rape you, whatever he wants.”

“But, but that can’t be legal!” Carrie protested. She knew that the laws seemed to be getting worse every day on that front, and it was nearly impossible to successfully prosecute anyone for rape anymore, but that didn’t mean there were no laws.

“Carrie,” Miss Mays said slowly, as though speaking to a very small child, or a very stupid blonde. “That’s why I gave you all that paperwork to sign last night. The same paperwork that I advised you to read carefully before signing. You gave this dojo and its employees complete permission to do whatever they liked to you as part of this course. These men could have their way with you right now and it would all be perfectly above board.”

“P-please don’t let them do that, Miss Mays,” Carrie begged. “I’m sorry I’m so bad at your class! I won’t show up again! You don’t have to have them rape me!”

Miss Mays groaned. “Sometimes I worry that you are completely hopeless. When I say that these men could be raping you right now, I’m trying to point out the fact that they have clearly chosen not to do so. These men aren’t here to abuse you, they’re here to teach you.”

Carrie reluctantly conceded that her instructor did have a point. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been around men like these for more than a few seconds without being knocked around, stripped, and stuffed. “So… they’re not really going to…” She swallowed. “To rape me?”

“If the threat isn’t real,” said Miss Mays sternly, “then this entire exercise becomes pointless. Yes Carrie, if you fail to stop these men, they will most certainly rape you.”

“I, I don’t know if I want to do this…”

Miss Mays walked forward until she was just inches away. “Carrie? Look at me.” The blonde obeyed, looking down at the small but fierce brunette. “For thousands of years, humans lived out in the wild, honing our instincts, our will, our drive to fight, for generation after generation. They are what kept us alive against the bitter winters, the fierce predators, and countless other dangers. Today we live in a very different age, but what our ancestors built up over millennia is still deep inside each of us, even someone with your… failings. If you can tap into that spirit, then these men,” she indicated them with a sweep of her hand, “these men are nothing. But you will never succeed within the safety of a sterile classroom. Only here, with real danger, with real stakes, can you rise up and become the glorious young woman I know you can be.”

Carrie’s hesitation was gone by the time Miss Mays finished her speech. Yes. Yes! This was what she’d been looking for! “I’ll do it!” she declared, pushing away all her doubts and fears. She’d lived her whole life at their mercy, and what it had ever gotten her? Nothing but more rape and abuse. Well, that was going to change today. Things were going to be different now.

“Good girl,” said Miss Mays, with something almost like approval in her expression. Carrie could have died and gone to heaven. “Jones, step forward please. I believe you won the lottery to go first?”

One of the men made his way out of the crowd. He was a tall, grizzled man with thick biceps, who looked like he could snap the blonde in two with his bare hands. “Yeahhh, that’s right, Miss Mays,” he drawled as he stepped out of his pants, revealing a long, meaty prick that was already standing tall. “We agreed that I get to be the first to fuck her.”

“Hmm, perhaps,” said Miss Mays neutrally, and then turned to Carrie. “Before you begin, I’m going to pass on the most important lesson I know. Are you ready?”

Carrie gulped. “Y-yes, ma’am.”

“That man over there, he wants to rape you. He’s bigger, he’s stronger, he’s more experienced, and he has thirty friends with him. But none of that matters.”

“It… it doesn’t?”

“No. All that matters is who wants it more. Do you want to get raped, Carrie?”

“No, ma’am!”

“There you are, then. As long as you want to stay safe more than he wants to hurt you, you’ve already won. Everything else is just inevitability.” Miss Mays nodded at Jones. “Begin.”

Jones started slowly circling Carrie, grinning. “Mmm,” he said. “You’re the sexiest bitch I’ve had in a long, long time. Lately, it’s just been pump and dump, but you…” He licked his lips. “I’m gonna have fun with you tonight, cunt.” And then he sprang at her.

Carrie flinched back at his approach. Miss Mays’s words had sounded so inspirational at the time, but there was a big difference between words and action. Could she really fight back? It seemed preposterous now with Jones right in front of her, eager to crush and use her like so many had before. Every instinct in her was screaming to just curl up in a ball and wait for it to all be over. That was what she’d always done, after all. It never worked very well, but it was all she had. It had kept her alive at least.

But was it enough to just survive? Time seemed to stretch out as Jones leaped for her, and Carrie saw the two paths she could take here. In the first, she submitted like usual. She would be raped tonight, and she’d be raped the next time someone threatened her, and the next, and the next. She’d spend the rest of her life bouncing between one assault after another. And it would be her fault, every last ounce of abuse.

And then there was the other path. The one where she stood up for herself. A path full of uncertainty and danger, but also a tiny, fragile sliver of hope. Hope that she might one day be more than just fuckmeat passed from stranger to stranger. Hope that she could have a life worth living.

In that brief yet seemingly infinite span of time, Carrie chose.

Things were going to be different now.

*WHUMP*

Jones grunted in shock, his eyes crossed with sudden pain. The entire room was silent as he looked down at his groin, where she’d executed a flawless strike on his family jewels. “Very well performed,” Miss Mays called out.

She’d done it! In an instant all of Carrie’s fear vanished, replaced with a rush of excitement. Miss Mays was right! She could fight back!

“Fucking bitch,” Jones snarled, and grabbed her leg.

She hadn’t expected him to try that.

Carrie yelped as he pushed her leg forward, throwing her off balance. She fell backwards onto the floor and he followed her down, jumping right on top of her. All of his weight was on her lower half, pinning her to the ground, as he raised his fists.

“You think you can just kick me in the fucking dick?!” he growled, and Carrie’s head rocked violently to the side as he punched her in the face. Almost immediately he hit her again, sending her head the other way, then again, bouncing her head from side to side. “Only time a bitch like you gets to touch my dick is to suck it or to fuck it, get me?! Gonna teach you a fucking lesson!”

“Come on, Carrie,” said Miss Mays’s voice. “You can do better than that!”

Carrie spat out blood and tried to focus, dizzy and hurting. What had Miss Mays said? When their hands were busy, she should… She balled up her fist and jabbed Jones square in the throat. At least, she tried to. His hand caught hers halfway, crushing it painfully in his grip. He grabbed her other hand too, and forced them to the ground above her head. He held them there with one hand, while the other reached down to rip a hole in her yoga pants. Carrie felt his hot shaft rub up against her slit.

“No,” she insisted, staring into his eyes as she struggled. “That’s not how it works anymore. I’m not a victim! I, I can fight back. This isn’t supposed to happen, please…”

“Fuck you,” he said, and spat in her face. Then he penetrated her.

All the bruises on her crotch from yesterday’s class awoke with a vengeance, and for half a second Carrie was convinced she was on fire down there. The helpless blonde howled as Jones pounded her sore cunt like he was making ground meat. With his free hand, he tore off her tiny bra, and pinched her right nipple roughly between his fingers.

“Say you’re sorry!” he demanded, pinching her even harder. “Say you’re fucking sorry!”

“Don’t back down,” said Miss Mays, unperturbed by the situation. “Stand your ground, Carrie.”

There was no one in the world Carrie respected more than Miss Mays. She was tougher, wiser, and all around better in every way. If she said jump, Carrie’s only response would be to ask how high. But Miss Mays wasn’t the one squeezing her nipple like someone trying to force the last bit of toothpaste out of the tube. “I, I’m sorry!” she wailed. “I’m sorry for kicking you!”

“Now beg for my cum!”

Carrie hesitated only for a moment, but that was enough. Jones switched his grip so that he was twisting her nipple instead, yanking it up and away from her body. She screamed, wordlessly at first, but as soon as she could manage it, the sounds of pain formed into words. “Please cum! Please cum! Please cum!”

He laughed and slapped her across the face. “Fuck you, whore. I’ll cum when I feel like it!”

When Jones felt like it was after about ten minutes of hard and heavy fucking. His hands were cupping her ass, pulling her to him with every thrust, his long cock bouncing off her cervix. Carrie kept struggling the entire time, but it did no good, and she was exhausted by the time he slammed into her and hosed her pussy down with his baby juice.

“I’ll be back for seconds later, cunt,” he told her, pulling out and standing back up. “See if you can actually fend off some these assholes, huh? I don’t want you too sloppy to enjoy next time.”

A shadow passed over Carrie, and she looked up to see Miss Mays standing over her, a disapproving look on her face. “If you just want to lay there and copulate, Carrie,” the instructor said curtly, “I’m sure you can find all manner of willing suitors outside. You are supposed to be training.”

“Y-yes, Miss Mays,” Carrie said, struggling to her feet, “but he was… I-I did good at first, but then he knocked me down and…”

“And then you gave up,” said Miss Mays flatly. “Instead of fighting back with everything you had, you became a passive victim and let him have his way with you.” She clucked her tongue. “We’ll see if our next instructor has better luck getting through to you. Reynolds!”

“I, I could really use a time out, actually,” Carrie said quickly. “Just a little one, plea-aaargggh!”

What had forced a scream out of her was the line of fire across her back ass something heavy and metallic struck her. Carrie nearly fell to her knees from the force of the blow, but managed to spin around and step back instead. A heavsyset man holding a whirling length of chain in one hand smiled at her, showing yellowed teeth.

“I like to tenderize my meat before I use it,” he told her. “Never met a slut who didn’t do a better job after spending some time with my metal friend here.”

Carrie shot a quick glance at Miss Mays, trying not to take her eyes off her attacker. The brunette was watching impassively, showing no concern over what had had just happened. “He… he has a weapon!” she protested. “And, and I wasn’t ready yet! That’s not fair!”

“Do you expect everyone who attacks you to be ‘fair’, Carrie?” Miss Mays asked. “This is about real life situations. If Mr Reynolds here had met you on your way home instead of in this dojo, he would have still had both the weapon and the advantage of surprise. Making him give up either in here would be detrimental to your training. I suggest you learn to deal with adversity.”

Carrie wasn’t done complaining, but Reynolds was done waiting. He darted towards her, lashing out with his chain. She instinctively raised her hands to protect herself, and the chain coiled around her right arm. Without missing a beat, he yanked back, making her stumble forward and onto her knees. His knee met her nose.

Blood sprayed as her head bounced back sharply. Dazed, she tried to scramble away, but his chain was suddenly around her neck and squeezing tight. Carrie gagged, unable to draw breath as Reynolds strangled her.

“Time to put that cocksucking mouth to work, slut” he told her, his dick bobbing right in front of her lips. “First you guzzle my cum, then you get to breathe.”

The blonde was in no position to argue. She all but inhaled his cock, taking it as deep as she could into her. She expected to feel his hands on the back of her head, for him to fuck her like so many men had before, but he was content to just stand there holding the chain, letting her do all the work. Her head pounded from the lack of oxygen as she bobbed it back and forth, fucking her own throat on his dick instead.

It wasn’t enough, and the darkness closed in on her.

Carrie was at the awards ceremony. All of her many close and dear friends were there to congratulate her for becoming the best at self defense. They applauded as Miss Mays presented her with a big golden trophy.

“I’ve never met such a brilliant pupil,” Miss Mays was saying. “You are truly the most gifted and accomplished individual I’ve ever met, Carrie. No one will ever dare threaten you again. Please, if you ever find the time, could you teach me the secret to your success?”

“Of course,” Carrie assured her new best friend, smiling down at her. “I would love to, Miss Mays.”

The brunette threw her arms around Carrie, embracing her in a warm hug. It was tight, but wonderful… but tight… very tight, especially around her neck…

Carrie’s eyes flew open. She was on her back in the dojo, and Reynolds’ chain was still around her throat, choking her. The man himself was sitting on her chest, his bare ass squishing her tits while his wet cock stood at attention before her. “Time for round two,” he said, grinning.

Carrie did her best, but as usual, her best wasn’t good enough. She passed out again. And again. And again.

She lost track of how many times Reynolds choked her into unconsciousness. At some point she pissed herself, and woke to feel the hot liquid pooling beneath her ass, soaking what was left of the yoga pants. At least the man didn’t get angry at her poor performance. If anything, he seemed more amused than ever each time she opened her eyes.

At last she succeeded, his sperm spurting down her sore throat. She could have felt something almost like pride at finally accomplishing her task, if Reynolds hadn’t finished by spitting on her face and then kicking her in the ribs. Her throat felt like it was on fire as she took ragged breaths. “A break,” she rasped. “Please, Miss Mays, I need a break…”

She heard her instructor sigh. “You’ve spent most of the last thirty minutes napping, and you want a break? I have never seen such a lazy student. Very well, if you insist; you may have a five minute break, if you agree to an expedited session to make up for lost time.”

“Expuh…?”

Miss Mays sighed again. “A shorter session, Carrie.”

This sounded like a win-win to her. “Yes! Yes, please Miss Mays, thank you Miss Mays!” For the next five minutes, Carrie got to lay still in a puddle of her own piss, too tired to go anywhere else. It was a relief, but she’d barely caught her breath when Miss Mays announced that the five minutes had passed. Limbs shaking with the effort, she hauled herself up to her feet to face her next opponent.

A red haired man with a scar down one cheek and one of the largest cocks she’d ever seen leered at her. And right beside him was a dark haired man with gang tattoos and a wicked looking knife. “Wh-which one of you…?” she asked, panting.

“You will engage with them both,” said Miss Mays calmly. “As you requested, we are switching to an expedited session, which means attackers in groups of two or three instead of one-on-one.” Carrie gulped, already knowing full well that complaining would get her nowhere.

“How d’you want her first, Ricky?” asked the dark haired man.

“I been enjoying the way this bitch’s butt keeps jiggling,” said the red haired one. “I think my little man will be mighty sad if he doesn’t get to go digging around back there. How about you, Greg?”

“Me? I’d just appreciate getting to jizz in that cunt. Found out last week I’m up to nine bastards, so y’know, I’m looking forward to hitting that nice round number ten.”

Carrie’s knees trembled as the men casually discussed how they planned to rape her. She could barely stand, while they were both full of energy. What chance did she possibly have?

“Remember the most important lesson,” Miss Mays called out. The most…? Right. It was all about who wanted it more. Well, Carrie didn’t want to get raped. She really, really didn’t want to get raped.

As it turned out though, she must not have wanted it as much as she thought, because the two men had no trouble at all grabbing her arms and pinning her between them, where they could spend the next five minutes groping her ass and chewing on her tits and fingering her throbbing pussy while she struggled uselessly. And after that, apparently they really, really, really wanted to hoist her up into the air and ram their cocks simultaneously into her cunt and asshole.

The blonde squirmed between them as they enjoyed her. Ricky was getting so deep into her guts that she felt like she’d be able to taste his cum when he finished. Greg was mercifully smaller as he pounded her sore pussy, but he kept nicking her with that knife of his. Only tiny, shallow cuts, but he made them at random times and in random places, and every time the shock and pain of it would make both her holes clench their invaders.

“How’s that ass?” asked Greg as his knife left a thin red line between her breasts.

“Nice and tight, and I can tell this bitch gets pounded back here a lot,” said Ricky. His long cock drilled in and out of the hole he’d ripped in her yoga pants. “Not stiff or nothing, just a soft supple shithole for my little man to get cozy in. I ever meet some of the guys who helped train this ass, I’ll have to buy them a drink. Her cunt good too?”

“Oh yeah, warm and slick, the slut.” Even as she writhed in pain, Carrie couldn’t help blushing. It was an involuntary reaction! Her body didn’t care if she was willing or not, it just wanted to encourage the thick cock inside her to part with its seed. She seemed to be lacking all the proper instincts when it came to fighting and protecting herself, but not when it came to being bred like a sow. “Wanna try it out?”

“Sure,” said Ricky, and suddenly they were lifting Carrie off their cocks and turning her around. She groaned as Ricky’s monster cock began stretching out her pussy, while Greg’s smaller but still impressive prick began reaming her out. “Oh yeah!” Ricky said, grinning at her. “This is a wet, hungry cunt she’s got. You got a good chance at number ten here.”

“Not with all thirty of us shooting our spunk in there, but there’s no harm in playing the lotto, right? I see what you mean about her ass, though. This hole is just begging to be fucked, and fucked hard.” Greg was apparently a very charitable soul, because he seemed to be doing his best to answer that request.

The two men raped Carrie like that for a few minutes, then turned her around again so they could return to their original holes. “God, the dirty slut’s even wetter than before,” said Greg, laughing, as he got back to spearing her pussy.

“Some of that’s just her shit, though,” Ricky pointed out, his dick once again buried in her guts. “Going ass to pussy like that? The whole inside of that cunt’s gotta be smeared with the stuff by now. Don’t forget to make her clean you off when you’re done.”

He didn’t forget. After both men were done shooting their loads in her, they made her kneel so she could suck her pussy juice and shit off their cocks. Her slight hesitation at the smell caused Greg to press his knife against her tits and threaten to cut them off if she didn’t suck them like a good whore.

Carrie sucked them like a good whore.

Even as she swallowed Greg’s second load, having already guzzled Ricky’s a few minutes ago, another group was approaching her, ready for their own “sparring match”. “I’d like to see some real effort from you this time,” Miss Mays called out from the sidelines. “If you applied yourself even half as much to your training as you did to performing fellatio just now, you would already be an expert.”

Carrie tried. She did. She really, truly did. It didn’t help.

When Carrie revisited that night (and she did so often in her nightmares), she wished she could say that it had passed by in a blur. That all she remembered was a haze of pain, terror, and humiliation. But time was not so merciful. She would remember every position, every cock, every blow. More than a hundred loads of sperm were squirted into her during her self defense session, and the details of each and every one stayed with her forever.

But some stood out more than others, of course.

Like the first time Hector raped her. The tattooed Hispanic man brought her up to her feet, then stood behind her, one hand keeping her ass cheeks spread while the other almost casually crammed his dick into her backdoor. Once he’d fully introduced her tight, warm ass to his cock, she braced herself for yet another rough anal pounding. Instead, he kissed the side of her neck almost tenderly. “I like it alternating: slow, fast, slow, fast,” he whispered into her ear. “Take your time. You’ll get the hang of it.”

Carrie’s stomach twisted up in knots as she realized he intended her to do all the work. A few weeks ago, even a few days, she would have jumped at the chance for a slightly less brutal anal rape, but now she just felt sick. It wasn’t supposed to be like this anymore. She was supposed to be fighting back now. “No,” she heard herself saying, voice trembling but firm. “I won’t help you rape me. I’m not that Carrie anymore.”

Hector chuckled and stroked her hair. “You do what you gotta do, I guess,” he told her, then raised his voice. “Hey Domingo?”

His brother stirred from the sidelines. “Yeah, hermano?”

“Sorry, I might be a while. You wanna get in some practice while you wait?”

“Good idea.” Six foot tall and built like a brickhouse, Domingo sidled up to Carrie, grinning. “Don’t want to get rusty, right?” he asked grinning.

An amateur boxer, Domingo made Carrie’s tits his new punching bag. The blonde began to howl as he pummeled her mammaries with short, sharp jabs. She brought up her hands to protect herself, and without missing a beat, his next jab struck her across the face, making her taste blood. Carrie’s teeth had been loosened considerably by the time she had the sense to drop her hands and let him get back to her tits.

“Stop,” she whined as her bruised melons were battered back and forth. “Please stop! You’re killing me!”

“Sure thing, puta,” Domingo told her, not letting up for a second. “Just as soon as you’re done with Hector.”

Carrie’s survival instincts, terror, and pain tolerance battled her dignity. It wasn’t even close. She began grinding her butt against Hector’s crotch. He responded by squeezing her sore belly, a move that made her shudder. “No no no,” he said lightly. “Slow first, then fast, remember?”

Carrie performed like the trained animal they wanted her to be, fucking Hector exactly as he liked while his brother continued abusing her poor tits. When Hector had finally finished and rewarded her good service with a load of cum, Domingo made her lick her blood off his fists before trying her asshole out for himself.

And then there was Sheckley, who declared that he “liked [his] twats extra juicy” before stringing her upside down by her feet and demanding she masturbate for him. By then her cunt felt like it had like been raped by a cheese grater, and her clit had been pinched, twisted, and bit so much that even the light breeze as she swung in place was sandpaper to her abused love button. By that point in the night, any thought of defying her sparring partners had been thoroughly fucked and beaten out of her, but what he was asking for seemed simply impossible.

“Please,” she begged, “I-I’ll make it good for you, I promise. My twat is a-already so juicy for you. You’ll love it! I just… I can’t masturbate like this. I just can’t.” He had to see that.

But he didn’t. “I like slutty, juicy whores,” he told her. “Not lazy ones. Let’s see if I can’t motivate you a little.” And then he retrieved his leather belt from his discarded clothes, and began applying it to her soft ass cheeks.

*SMACK*

“Nothing gets a slut hopping like a toasty warm ass,” he said cheerfully as he walloped her plump behind, each blow hard enough to make her shriek and dance in the air. “Take all the time you need, bitch. My cock will be ready and waiting at the end.”

*SMACK*

Miss Mays stirred from the sidelines, where she’d been watching the entire situation. “A timeout, if you please.” Carrie breathed a sigh of relief as the belt stopped hitting her. Miss Mays at least understood that this was impossible. Thank God she was here to help. “This is a training session,” Miss Mays said. “Not some… sordid bordello. I don’t believe it’s appropriate for my student to be pleasuring herself in the middle of it.”

“Yes, Miss Mays,” Carrie said quickly. “I-if you insist!”

Sheckley scratched his head, an expression of regret on his lined face. “Isn’t there some way we can make it work, ma’am? I really, really think it will help her with the lesson.”

“Hmm…” Miss Mays thought it over. “Very well, I believe I have an appropriate compromise.” She turned to the upside down blonde. “Carrie, you will do as this man instructs. But to be sure you do not lose focus and forget your true purpose here, I want to repeat after me: My name is Carrie…”

“My… my name is Carrie…”

“And I am learning self defense.”

“…And I’m learning self defense.”

Miss Mays nodded. “Very good. Please continue repeating that.” She nodded respectfully to Sheckley, then turned and walked away as he reared back with the belt once more.

*SMACK*

Carrie brought her hand up to her slit, wincing as they touched the swollen flesh. “My name is Carrie, and I’m learning self defense.”

“Louder, please,” Miss Mays called out. “Put all your presence behind it.”

*SMACK*

The crowd of men right in front of her watched and grinned as she started stroking herself, her other hand cupping her sore tits to try and tease her puffy nipples. “My name is Carrie, and I’m learning self defense!” she shouted.

*SMACK*

Half the men had phones out, recording the show she was giving them. The rest were too busy laughing at her. “My name is Carrie, and I’m learning self defense!” she told them, face red with humiliation.

One of those recorded videos would appear on multiple porn sites the next day, labeled “Dumb Blonde Pain Slut Becomes Martial Arts Pussy Master!” It came with Carrie’s name, phone number and full address (over the next week, she received three long and painful visits from fans), and became quite popular at her office. For several months “My name is Carrie, and I’m learning self defense” was her boss’s ringtone.

*SMACK*

“*sob* My… my name is Carrie, and I-I’m learning self defense!”

*SMACK*

“My name is *sob* Carrie, and I… I… I’m learning *sob* self defense!”

*SMACK*

It took her half an hour to pull it off. Half an hour of frantically frigging herself while Sheckley beat both her cheeks black and blue. Half an hour of swinging there helplessly, dizzy and disoriented from all the blood rushing to her head. Half an hour of shouting the words Miss Mays had given her at her grinning, laughing audience. Half an hour before the physical stimulation of what she was doing managed to override the pain and finally push her body into a joyless, mechanical orgasm.

It would take her weeks and weeks before she could sit down without getting a sharp reminder of that half hour. And forever thereafter, during those all too rare moments where she managed to achieve some self pleasure, it would always be accompanied by the memory of stiff leather slapping against her backside.

So it went. Every man there used her roughly, sadistically, and thoroughly, alone and in groups. The abuse varied in form, but there was always one constant thread: resistance made it worse. Whether it was fighting back, or mouthing off, or just not putting 110% into helping them enjoy raping her, the lesson was drilled into her over and over. Standing up for herself could only ever bring more pain and humiliation.

At the end of the night, some seven hours into the session, Carrie was kneeling in front of Jones. Her hands tenderly massaged his feet while she licked and suckled on his toes. “Make sure you get between them too,” he said, snickering. “I ain’t given my feet a proper wash in years.”

“Yes, sir,” she answered meekly, wiggling her tongue to get it all the way into the narrow gaps. She didn’t stop until every last inch of both feet had received a loving tongue bath. She’d already given everyone else the same treatment, and he rewarded her hard work the same way all of them had, by pissing on her. His urine stream painted her puffy, swollen face, splashed against her bruised and chewed tits, and ran down her whipped back and over her battered butt cheeks. And like the other thirty times, her only response after he’d wiped his cock off in her hair was to tell him “thank you for the hot shower, sir”.

And with that, it was over at long last. Carrie laid senseless on the mat, soaked in piss, overflowing with cum, and with the taste of sweaty feet still heavy on her tongue. The men were talking and laughing amongst themselves as they got dressed, discussing their favorite moments of the night.

“Not the best showing for your first session,” Miss Mays said, appearing over her. “But perhaps your performance will have improved after finishing all ten.”

Ten?! Carrie weakly shook her head. No more. She was done with self defense. At least before, she’d had the wonderful delusion that her misfortune was just cruel chance, that she didn’t deserve the horrible things that kept happening to her. Now she knew better. She knew that she could fight back, that it was possible to resist, and that she was simply too weak and pathetic and stupid to manage it. She really, truly did deserve it all. Whenever she found herself at the center of a violent gangrape, as she so frequently did, it wasn’t injustice or bad luck. It was just the universe working as intended.

“No?” Miss Mays asked. “Well, I can’t force you to keep attending, but since you already signed the contract, you will have to pay the cancellation fee. I believe it’s twenty five thousand. Per session.”

Twenty… “Wha?” Carrie asked helplessly. “I… I can’t afford that…”

“Then I expect I’ll see you back here this same time next week,” her instructor said without a trace of sympathy. “Since you didn’t bother to read any of the paperwork, I will inform you now that if you don’t show up, per our agreement you will forfeit everything you own to me and be imprisoned for breach of contract. Have you ever been to prison, Carrie?”

She had, and the last thing she wanted was to go back. “I’ll… I’ll be there,” she said miserably. Nine more sessions…

“Good,” said Miss Mays. “Now that you’ve wrapped up your sparring with my assistants, I believe it’s time for some one-on-one with me.” The brunette pulled down her pants and crouched, planting her wet pussy on Carrie’s mouth. Surprised, the blonde tried to twist out of the way, but Miss Mays grabbed her hair in one hand to hold her still, while the other reached back to dig a sharp fingernail into her tender clit.

Carrie squealed in pain, right into her instructor’s slit, and Miss Mays let out a breath of pleasure at the sensation. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, Carrie. Ever since you first walked into my dojo.”

The brunette must have seen the confusion in Carrie’s half smothered expression, because she barked a short laugh. “Yes, I knew you, Carrie. Knew you all too well.” Miss Mays’s fingernail continued twisting and grinding against the blonde’s clitoris, drawing shriek after shriek of pain. “Six months ago my husband came home wracked with guilt. He’d come across this beautiful, big breasted, blonde bimbo being raped right in the middle of the street, and the poor man just couldn’t help himself. You ruined our marriage, you slut.”

Carrie whimpered, trying to impart that she had never meant to do anything like that, but Miss Mays wasn’t listening. “You wander around, seducing men left and right. Thinking you’re something special just because you’ve got big floppy tits and a couple tight holes. And then you had the gall to come into my dojo and demand I teach you self defense.”

“Well,” she continued, “I’ll teach you about self defense, all right. I’ll teach you that self defense is for real women, not a big titted fucktoy who can’t keep her paws off someone else’s man. We’re going to spend the next nine sessions grinding whatever self esteem you have left into the dirt, Carrie. By the time I’m finished with you, you won’t dare even think about ever standing up for yourself again. Now make me cum.”

Carrie didn’t argue with the woman. She just licked and licked, tears rolling down her cheeks, until she’d given Miss Mays four orgasms. In return, the brunette gave Carrie a mouthful of piss. “Same time next week, gentlemen,” she reminded the others as she calmly stood up and fixed her clothing. “And remember, you’re all welcome to bring as many friends as you like. The more of you there are, the more effective our student’s lessons will be.”

Carrie rolled over onto her stomach, trying to stand up so she could at least stagger home and tend to her wounds, but her limbs wouldn’t obey her. She couldn’t even make it to her knees before flopping back down in exhaustion.

“Um, Miss Mays?” asked Jones politely, now fully dressed. “Me and the boys were talking, and there’s this big party going on downtown. We were thinking of bringing her with us, if that’s alright. Most of us are up for another round or two with her, and there will be a good fifty or sixty other men there who haven’t had the chance to, uh, spar with her yet.”

“Now Jones,” Miss Mays said sternly, “you know the rules. Carrie’s self defense courses are restricted to my dojo. Anything you do to her outside of these walls would qualify as rape.”

Jones hung his head. “Yes, Miss Mays, I understand. ”

“That said,” she told him slowly, her lips twitching up into a small smile, “her session has just ended, which means you’re off the clock, and whatever you do with her now is none of my business.”

Jones whooped and grabbed Carrie by the ankle. “Thank you, Miss Mays!” he called out as he dragged his blonde bitch facedown across the floor and out the door. The other guys were all heading to the bus station or calling Ubers, but he saw no reason to bother with any of that. The party was only two miles away! Short enough to walk, even with a fucktoy in tow.

Carrie made no attempt to stop him or escape as her beaten and filthy body scraped along the uneven street pavement, on the way to what would become yet another source of terrible nightmares for the rest of her life. She understood that there was no point.

Things were going to be different now. But some things, the ones that mattered, those would always remain the same.

[skuttrusk]

I love this one - magnificently cruel. Of course I'm also flattered that you made (savage) use of "my" character (I didn't really create her, I just abducted her from her original comic book and laid rough hands on her). I definitely couldn't have abused Carrie better myself! Her suffering here is prolonged, merciless, horny, and very funny.

[Darinost]

I love this one - magnificently cruel. Of course I'm also flattered that you made (savage) use of "my" character (I didn't really create her, I just abducted her from her original comic book and laid rough hands on her). I definitely couldn't have abused Carrie better myself! Her suffering here is prolonged, merciless, horny, and very funny.

Thanks! I’ve always been a fan of the ryona genre, where a strong woman gets beaten down and defeated. Carrie doesn’t quite qualify as “strong”, unless we’re evaluating on metrics like pussy grip, but writing this story came close enough to tickling that itch.

[skuttrusk]

LOL! Carrie is about as far from strong as you can get, except for her cartoon-like indestructibility, I guess. Apart from that, she's weak, gullible, pathetic rapemeat, which must be why we like her.

[JTCK]

A Darinost adaptation of a @skuttrusk story — honestly, you couldn’t ask for more, the three points are basically given before even reading it
But seriously, I remember reading this one before, and I still think it’s great. And so delightfully mean!

[SoftGameHunter]

Well now I have to look up these Carrie stories! It's a bit of a niche genre, but I love those stories about the gals that can't stop getting themselves raped over and over. Brilliant!