Being pretty, and a professional rape counsellor, and a feminist columnist in the local newspaper, Jessica received a lot of abuse. She tried not to let it get to her, but the constant threats of rape and violence ran through her head constantly. It was inevitable that she would eventually have a mental breakdown.
She wasn’t even aware of it when it started to happen. One weekend every month she would wake up with her mind happily blank. She would look at herself naked in the mirror, pinch her nipples until she squealed, then dye her hair bimbo blonde, and get in her car.
She would drive to a location out of town, where she would meet with several of the men who had sent her rape threats – she had not even been aware that she was responding to them over past weeks, issuing private invites to this very location – and she would strip naked and let them violently gangbang her, raping her holes till they ached, throwing her roughly around, holding her down, pulling her hair, cumming in and on her until she was a sticky, broken mess. And throughout it she would orgasm again and again, and thank them for using her as she deserved.
And between sessions of the degrading sex she would share with them the details of her clients at the rape counselling clinic, with a focus on the ones she deemed most pretty and potentially fun. She would show the men photos, give them addresses and phone numbers, and provide them with the details the women had confessed to her in confidence that the men could use to blackmail and enslave her clients – the pretty teen who had humiliatingly orgasmed during her rape; the buxom redhead who didn’t want anyone to know the father of her baby was her own brother; the cute blonde who had been raped because she just couldn’t say no to a man no matter how much she wanted to.
Afterwards, her mind went blank and she forgot all details of the weekend. And when she returned to her practice and found clients coming to her telling her that their one-off violation had turned into a lifestyle of enslavement and abuse, she didn’t even notice how unprofessional it was that she started giving them advice about learning to live with their degradation and how to best please their rapist. She certainly didn’t connect it with the surprising wetness in her pussy or her need to masturbate after these sessions. She just filed it away, until the next time she went happily blank for her own monthly raping…
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