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It was a little past midnight, and Claire was sprawled nude over the edge of Brea’s bed, tits down, legs hanging over the side, and Michael’s cock was balls-deep in her pussy, enthusiastically raping her again.
“It’s hilarious that she still thinks she’s a virgin,” said Brea, who was just as naked as the girl she had drugged. “When you’ve cum in her twat, what, six times now? Seven? And in her mouth three times. And pissed in her mouth, too, which she swallowed in her sleep like the slut she truly is.” Brea giggled, and pushed her finger into the unconscious girl’s mouth, watching as Claire began to instinctively suck on it.
“God, her cunt is so wet and tight,” groaned Michael. “If she’s this good to rape when she’s asleep, I can’t wait to do it when she’s conscious.” He sighed, and pushed his cock deep inside her. “Fuck, I want her to *struggle*.”
“I haven’t worked out how to give her a pregnancy test yet,” said Brea. “There’s a good chance you’ve knocked her up, but I can’t exactly tell her to go piss on a stick for me.”
Michael felt his cock twitch inside the sleeping girl at the thought that he might have impregnated her. Brea had reminded him on many occasions of what she had learned at college – that pregnancy was always the woman’s problem, and Michael needn’t take any responsibility for the consequences of cumming inside a slut like Claire. And the idea of her panic and confusion at discovering she had somehow been impregnated only made him want to fuck her harder.
“What will you do if she *is* pregnant?” asked Michael.
“I’ll make her think her father did it,” said Claire. “I got her dad to tell me a fantasy about fucking Claire in her sleep – he would have said anything at that point to get me to finish sucking his cock – and if I show that to Claire, she’ll assume her father raped her and impregnated her. He’ll deny it, of course – but I’ve been making him give her big hugs while his cock is hard, and telling him to stare at her tits, so I think she’s going to find it all too plausible.”
She laughed. “And Claire doesn’t believe in abortion, so she’ll carry it to term anyway.”
Michael shuddered, and felt himself cumming into Claire’s pretty sleeping pussy. He pumped spurt after spurt of cum into her womb, and then, shaking, pulled out, and stuffed his cock back in his pants.
“But let’s give her another option, shall we?” said Brea. “I think it’s about time she was raped while she was awake. I’ve got it all set up for this coming Saturday. Are you ready to have her struggle, Michael?”
Michael was ready – very ready indeed.
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Brea took Claire camping on the weekend. It was theoretically a reward for all the study that Claire was doing. Claire was writing the ridiculous things that Brea told her on all her schoolwork, and her teachers – whose cocks Brea was routinely sucking – were telling her that her answers were correct, no matter how stupid they really were.
“I really didn’t believe you when you said that science shows that women do better in tests if they’re horny,” Claire admitted, as they erected their tents in the isolated camping ground near the local nature reserve. “But I’ve been… well, masturbating a little before class, and I’ve been getting straight A plus marks. And my biology teacher gave me extra marks for that thing you said about women having smaller brains than men, and how we’ve evolved to become easy and pleasurable for men to rape.”
“See?” said Brea. “Just keep listening to me, and you’ll get everything you want in life.”
She finished setting up her tent – and then began stripping naked.
Claire’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?” she asked, in a strangled voice.
“There’s no one else here at the campground,” said Brea. “There’s no one for miles. It’s the perfect chance to just – I don’t know, be at one with nature, I guess.” She looked at Claire. “You should undress too.”
Claire blushed. “No, I can’t…” she murmured.
“Yes, you can,” said Brea. “Let me help.” She walked across to Claire, her lithe, nude body prickling with tiny goosebumps in the cool outdoor air, and she began to unbutton Claire’s blouse.
Claire was clearly uncomfortable with this – but Brea had heavily drugged the soda Claire had been drinking on the way to the campground. By now, Claire’s mind was clouding, her willpower was vanishing, and her pussy was becoming extremely, uncontrollably wet, in ways that must be deeply confusing to her.
Brea took advantage of Claire’s drugged confusion to slowly strip the clothes from the vulnerable girl, until she was naked in the late afternoon light. She made sure to pack the clothes away where Claire couldn’t easily retrieve them.
“There you go,” she said. “Isn’t that better? You look pretty like that.”
Claire blushed, and shivered. “This feels weird,” she said.
“You’ll get used to it soon,” said Brea. “And even like it! Personally, I love it. You shouldn’t be such a prude, Claire. Nobody likes a prude.” She stared at Claire’s cunt as she spoke, deliberately and obviously, to make Claire more uncomfortable.
“Oh my god,” she continued. “Are you *wet*, Claire? Is this turning you on? Are you wet because you’re naked – or are you wet for *me*? Are you a lesbian, Claire?”
She smiled as she watched the words strike Claire like slaps. Claire went bright red and began to stutter.
“No!” Claire squeaked. “I mean – I’m not – it’s not – I can’t…”
“What a slut,” said Brea. “Why don’t you go get some wood for the fire, and see if your pussy calms down?”
Under normal circumstances Claire might have been reluctant to wander into the woods completely naked as darkness was falling – but now she practically ran, eager to be away from Brea and her humiliating suggestions.
And that was where Michael caught her.
Just out of sight of the camp, just over a ridge, just out of earshot, he grabbed Claire as she ran past him in the twilight, catching one arm and using it to pull her to the ground. She screamed, and fell amongst the dead leaves and branches.
Michael was naked too, except for a balaclava pulled over his face. Claire had no idea who he was.
“Slut,” Michael spat, and slapped Claire across the face. “Whore,” he snarled, and slapped her hard in the tits.
Claire squealed, and tried to cover herself, and at the same time tried to get to her feet and run away.
Michael grabbed her arms again and fell on top of her, pinning her to the forest floor. She was struggling wildly, and her every gyration made his exposed cock harder.
He used one hand to cover her mouth.
“You’re going to walk away from this,” he told her. “As long as no one knows it’s happening. But if you call for help, I’ll have to kill you.”
Her eyes went as wide as dinner plates – but she stopped making noise, falling completely silent, even as she continued to struggle futilely against his weight.
“Good slut,” he said. “Now, don’t worry. I want to rape you, but I only rape girls who want to be raped. So I’m going to push my cock into you, but if you’re not wet, I’ll stop, and let you go. Okay?”
She moaned softly, and intensified her struggles, desperately trying to force him away. But it was of no use. He pushed apart her knees with his own legs, settled on top of her, and placed his cock at the entrance to her twat.
It was sopping wet, as he knew it would be. Brea’s drugs had done their work.
He smiled. “It seems you’re a slut after all,” he whispered.
And then he pushed his cock inside her.
She couldn’t help but utter a shrill scream – which she immediately cut off, terrified that she had made too much sound, and that he would hurt her.
He intended to do no such thing. He didn’t even have a weapon, and he had no interest in harming Claire in any way except by sexually assaulting her. But he was glad she was playing along.
“Silly little wet slut,” he whispered. “Do you want me to cum in you, slut?”
She shook her head, violently.
“Let’s play a game,” he said. “I’ll teach you a little chant. It goes like this. ‘Cum in me, breed me, rape me, make me pregnant.’ Can you say that, slut?”
She shook her head again.
“I think you’re shaking your head because you don’t want to say it,” said Michael, “and not because you don’t understand. But see, here’s the game. If you can keep chanting that while I fuck you, and don’t stop, then I’ll pull out of you and not cum inside you. But if you stop for any reason, I’ll ejaculate into your womb. Do you understand?”
She was crying now, tears running down her cheeks, and it only made her sexier. And she was nodding.
“Good slut,” said Michael. “Go on, start.”
“Cum in me,” whispered Claire. “Breed me. Um… fuck me… “
“It’s ‘rape me’,” said Michael. “And ‘make me pregnant’. And do it louder. No whispering.”
“Rape me,” gasped Claire. “Make me pregnant. Um… cum in me, breed me…”
Michael began to fuck her, harder and harder. She was still struggling against him, even as she repeatedly begged him to rape her and impregnate her, and her words were choked through tears and sobbing.
Brea was right – raping a terrified, humiliated non-consenting girl was SO much better than fucking a consenting one.
He felt his orgasm approaching. As his moment neared, he reached out and slapped Claire across the face, hard.
She gasped – and stopped chanting.
“I told you not to stop,” he said in a cold voice. “So I guess you get the consequences.”
And with that, he came, pushing his cock deep inside her and firing spurt after spurt of his cum up into her teenaged womb.
She made another choked stream, and frantically tried to push him off her, but he stayed deep inside her until he was sure his balls were drained.
Then he climbed off her. Looking at her, crying, with cum leaking from her pussy, he thought that she had never looked prettier in her life. He wanted to violate her like this again, and again, and again.
“Look at the tree, slut,” he told her, and pointed towards a nearby pine. Claire followed the direction of his finger, and squeaked again. There was a camera tied to the tree, and it had recorded everything that had just happened.
“Do you think your schoolfriends will enjoy seeing that footage?” he asked her. “Where you begged to be raped and impregnated? Or do you think your family will like it more? Or maybe just the internet generally?”
“No,” Claire begged. “Please. Please. No. Please.”
“I’m going to give you a little test, slut,” said Michael, enjoying the feeling of being begged for mercy by the pretty teen whore. “I’m going to piss in your mouth, okay?”
She made a horrified gasp, and covered her mouth with her hands.
“And if you swallow every drop, I’m going to give you a chance to keep this secret,” he told her. “But if you spill any, then I’ll share it around. Understand?”
“Please, no,” she whispered. But he could tell she did understand.
He reached down and grabbed her hair, and used it to pull her to her knees. Then he pressed his cock against her mouth. She refused it at first – but then clearly thought about what consequences might come with disobedience, and instead opened up and took his dick into the warm softness of her mouth.
“Play with your pussy while I piss,” he told her. “Push all that cum into your womb like a good slut.”
She didn’t want to – but she was afraid to disobey. Her tears intensified as she began to rub her cunt, pushing his escaping cum back up inside her fuckhole.
He smiled, and waited for his cock to soften enough to piss. It was hard. Her face looked so damn sexy, looking up at him around a mouthful of his dick, her eyes wide and vulnerable, her tears and mucus flowing freely.
But he managed, and soon he was pissing into Claire’s waiting mouth.
He had honestly expected she would choke and gag and spit out his piss – but it turned out she was a natural born piss-drinker, and she swallowed what he gave her as easily and naturally as she had in her sleep.
When it was done, Claire had swallowed every drop. “Good slut,” he told her, patting her hair. He had half-hoped she might cum from masturbating while drinking piss – a further humiliation for her to process – but it seemed she wasn’t quite that much of a whore. Yet.
“Will you keep it a secret?” she asked him when he took his cock out of her mouth.
“I said I’d give you a chance to keep it a secret,” he told her. “As long as you follow some very simple rules for me.”
“What kind of rules?” she asked.
“Well, obviously you can’t tell most people about this, or about me,” he told her. “No telling the police. No telling your family. But also, I think it’s important that you share your shame.”
He paused, as if thinking. “Who’s that girl you were with at your campsite? Your girlfriend?”
Claire blushed. “My friend. Her name’s Brea. Please, don’t rape her too! Just leave her alone!”
Michael had to try not to laugh. Brea wanted nothing more than to be raped as often as possible, and it was because of Brea that he was raping Claire now.
“I’ll leave her alone IF you behave yourself,” he said. “So does Brea have a boyfriend? Who’s the most important male in her life?”
Claire screwed up her nose. “Well… she’s kind of weirdly close with her brother. I know him from school.”
“All right,” said Michael. “You’re going to tell Brea all about your rape – but you’re going to tell her that she has to play with your pussy while you talk. I like the idea of you getting wet from a girl’s fingers while re-experiencing your rape.”
Claire made a face. “Gross,” she said. “No, I’ll just keep it to myself.”
“That wasn’t an option, it was an order,” said Michael. “You *will* do that. In fact, you’ll do it tonight. I’ll be watching. I’ll see. If you want to keep your secret, you’ll do as you’re told.”
“Why?” whined Claire. “Please – I’m not a lesbian…”
He slapped her. “I don’t fucking care. In fact, seeing as you’re defying me, I’m going to add more. Now you have to tongue-kiss Brea ever couple of minutes, and you have to *keep* talking about your rape until you have an orgasm from her fingers. Understand?”
Claire only sobbed.
“And her brother,” continued Michael, “you have to tell him too. And you have to be naked when you tell him, and you have to get him to put his cock inside your cunt, and leave it there while you tell him everything. I want you to see that people don’t want to stop you being raped – that they get turned on by it, because you’re rapebait and that’s all you’re good for. Understand?”
Claire was still sobbing.
He slapped her. “Tell me what you’re going to do,” he snarled.
“I’m going to tell Michael to put his cock in my pussy while I tell him about my rape,” wailed Claire.
“Good slut,” said Michael. “Last rule – are you ready?”
Claire nodded through her tears.
“At least once every two days, you’re going to get completely naked and give your father a tongue-kiss,” said Michael. “I don’t care how you manage it. Just do it. And every second time you do it, you’re going to squeeze his cock with your hand.”
“Noooo!” wailed Claire. “No! Why?”
He slapped her again. “Don’t question me. If he loves you, it won’t be a problem, will it? And it’s better than the whole world seeing you begging to be impregnated. And the whole world will get to see you drink my piss while masturbating, too. Do you want that?”
“No,” she whispered. “Please. Please.”
“Then do as you’re told,” he told her. “And I’ll know if you don’t. I’ll be watching.”
And with that, he slapped her again, then removed the camera from the tree, and walked away into the woods. (Back towards the fallen log where he had stashed his clothes.)
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Michael didn’t need to go back to Brea’s campsite to watch Claire’s return. Brea had set up cameras, and he could watch it on them later, and the safest thing was for him to immediately leave the area and not return.
But when he did watch the footage, in his bedroom, with Brea sucking his cock as he watched, it was everything he hoped for, as a crying naked Claire staggered back to the campsite, and begged Brea to finger her pussy.
They lay together on their air mattress, their nude bodies together, and Brea used her fingers to stroke Claire’s clitoris and push Michael’s sperm deeper into Claire’s womb, while Claire cried and told of how she had been raped. She kissed Brea on the lips, and pressed her body against Brea, and at some point in her third recounting of how she had drunk Michael’s piss, her body began to shake and shiver with the force of an orgasm, and Brea kissed her hard and pinched Claire’s clitoris and held her while she had her first rape-related orgasm.
Her first – but certainly not her last.
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