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Most mornings now, Monica got her exercise from being walked by Solomon – the large German Shepherd belonging to Joshua’s Uncle Mort and Aunt Pam.
Joshua would drop Monica off at his relatives’ house, and then leave to get some work done. If Uncle Mort was in the mood, he’d rape Monica a little. (Uncle Mort had a deal with Pam now that he could fuck the pretty big-titted slut when he wanted, as long as he regularly violated Aunt Pam too – and as long as Aunt Pam got to kick Monica in the tits and cunt when Mort was done, for being such a man-stealing slut.)
Then they’d plug Monica’s ass with a vibrator, sealed in place with duct tape, and invite Monica to take her breakfast from Solomon’s dog bowl. Monica would get down nude on all fours and vie with Solomon for access to the slimy gravy-coloured chunks of anonymous meat, her tongue tangling with the dog’s as she did her best to lick up enough of it to constitute a meal. The vibrator buzzed inside her the whole time, confusingly sexualising the experience.
And then it was time for her walk. She didn’t walk Solomon. The dog walked her. Uncle Mort had a harness, with which he would attach Solomon’s lead to Monica’s nipple and clit piercings. He’d bind Monica’s hands behind her back, and stuff a ball gag into her mouth, and then open the front door and let Solomon go where he chose.
Clad in nothing but her precarious high heels, Monica would have to do her best to desperately keep up with Solomon, as the dog strayed through the public streets of the town, because Solomon would not wait for her, and was quite content to strain at the lead hard enough to make Monica feel like her tits might be pulled from her body.
Often Solomon would pull so hard that Monica would lose her balance and fall. With her arms tied behind her back, she had to no way to break her fall, and had to choose between taking the impact on her face or on her giant fake tits. She chose her tits every time, her oversized melons slamming into the grass (if she was lucky) or the pavement or gravel (if she was not).
As she lay there in pain, Solomon would come to investigate – and he had a particular interest in her pussy, nuzzling and licking at it, until Monica would be forced to struggle to her feet as best she could, in fear that Solomon might bring *other* parts of his anatomy to bear upon her cunt.
People enjoyed seeing Monica staggering around town in humiliated pain, and would always point and laugh when they saw her, calling out crude comments about what a big-uddered whore she was, and urging Solomon to pull her faster and harder. If Solomon slowed to say hello to these people, sniffing them and licking their hands, the men would usually take the opportunity to grope Monica’s tits or finger her pussy as she stood there, helpless, waiting for Solomon to grow bored.
By now, Monica’s normal sexual responses were completely messed up. Rape, humiliation, and constant sexual stimulation had caused her to grow aroused from even the most traumatic abuse, and the constant tugging on her nipples and cunt, the regular crushing pain in her boobs, and the occasional rasping of Solomon’s tongue across her pussy, all combined to leave her in a slutty sexual stupour as she jogged. Most days she would cum once or twice just from the tug of the leash on her clitoris. When the orgasm involved actual squirting – which it did around half the time – Solomon would insist on stopping, sniffing the puddle of her ejaculate, and then licking the excess moisture from her spasming cunt.
It had to be said that between her nutrient-rich dog food diet, and her daily walks, Miss Monica was now in excellent shape. She was, if anything, more attractive and rapeable than when she had first come to town.
After two hours of being led around by Solomon, Uncle Mort would come and find her. Locating her wasn’t hard. Joshua had arranged to have a GPS microchip implanted near the base of her right breast. Now anyone in town could see where she was at any time. Mort would just look her up on his app, swing by, disconnect her from Solomon, and load her into his ute. Solomon rode up front in the passenger seat; Monica rode in the wire dog cage in the tray.
Mort would take her to Katie Wick’s house for the afternoon, ostensibly to continue learning how “nice girls” behaved – but in reality Monica would spend her time there as the sexual plaything of Katie and her bisexual female friends. They never called her anything except “the cunt”, and Monica would be forced to lick their pussies as they chattered, and laughed at her, and tortured her breasts and vulva.
At the start of each of these sessions, Monica would receive an extra “special punishment”. Katie had told Monica that she was to convince Joshua to show romantic interest in Katie – and for each day that Monica was unsuccessful, Katie would take a cattle prod and discharge it into Monica’s twat, laughing as Monica jerked and squealed.
“Try harder, cunt,” Katie would hiss, before guiding Monica’s face to her own pussy for Monica to begin licking.
Monica *was* trying. She would love nothing more than for Joshua to fuck Katie, and perhaps spend less time “educating” Monica with his cruel tortures. But it was hard.
Part of the problem was that she didn’t get many chances to talk to Joshua in the first place. If she began to voice an opinion that Joshua hadn’t asked for, he would often just plug her mouth with his cock, or with a gag, before she could finish more than three words. Or he would cover her mouth with his hand, or slap her. Good wives only spoke when they were spoken to, he told her. She needed to learn that, to live in this town.
In the evenings he would rape her – always taking care to be as violent and abusive as he could be. Big-titted sluts like her didn’t experience sex the same way as nice girls, he said. You had to hurt them and violate them – it was the only way that they could enjoy sex. And to Monica’s shame, he was right. She would inevitably orgasm as he yanked painfully on her tits and called her a dumb cunt while forcing his cock deep inside her.
It was after these fuck sessions, as Joshua lay next to her in bed, that she would have her chance to speak.
“Have you ever thought about fucking Katie Wick?” she would ask him. “She’s pretty, and I think she likes you. I wouldn’t mind. It’s not like my opinions about who you fuck matter. It’s not like *any* of my opinions matter.”
“Katie’s pretty enough,” Joshua conceded. “But I wouldn’t even know what to *do* with a nice girl like her. I have to confess, I’ve gotten used to just slapping you and sticking my cock in you when I feel like it, Miss Monica. Sure, I’d like to nail Katie – but what I’d really want is to fuck her while she was crying and struggling. And you just can’t *do* that with nice girls.”
Katie wasn’t so nice, Monica knew – but she couldn’t just say that to Joshua. He wouldn’t believe her, and then he’d beat her for lying, and then he’d tell Katie, and Katie would likely zap Monica in the cunt with her cattle prod until Monica passed out.
But maybe she could *show* Joshua.
At her next “playdate” with Katie, Monica was able to get a hold of Katie’s phone while Katie was distracted by making out with Sarah Watson. She set it up to film everything that happened in Katie’s lounge room.
Over the next hour, it caught Katie in passionate nude embrace with both Sarah and with her other friend, Ellie Sanders. It caught them kissing, and licking each other’s tits and cunts. It caught Katie fucking her pussy with the neck of a wine bottle, and ordering Monica to lick her cunt, and then it showed Katie licking Ellie’s ass while Ellie and Sarah made out. And, of course, it captured lots of footage of Katie, Ellie and Sarah kicking Monica in the tits and cunt while laughing and calling her a big-uddered slut.
At the end, while the other girls were showering together to clean the juices of sex from their naked bodies, Monica returned to Katie’s phone, and sent all the footage it had recorded directly to Joshua, before deleting the files from the phone. Katie would find out she had been betrayed soon enough – but hopefully by then it would be too late.
When she returned home that evening, she discovered that Joshua was indeed pleased by her spy-work. He fucked her mouth while he watched the footage over and over, and at the end he had praise for her – of a sort.
“Well, Miss Monica, I thought the lowest kind of woman was the sort who deliberately turns herself into a big-uddered rapetoy, like you did,” he said, while stroking her hair. “But it turns out there’s a lower sort, and that’s the sort who betrays other women in order to get them raped. And I guess that’s the sort of cunt that you are, pardon my French.”
Monica went with Joshua the next day to confront Katie.
“My fiancée Miss Monica tells me you’ve always had a thing for me, Katie,” said Joshua, as they sat in Katie’s lounge, where just yesterday Katie and her friends had tortured Monica’s tits and rubbed their cunts against her face.
Katie blushed with delight, and said, “I have always found you very handsome, Joshua. I’d hoped you would ask me out some day.”
“Had you also hoped I might slap you and strip you and rape you while you cry, by any chance?” asked Joshua.
Katie’s eyes widened. “What? Joshua, how could you say such things?”
Joshua shook his head. “I’m sorry, Katie,” he said, “but that’s just the way I like sex these days. This slut Miss Monica has ruined me for doing things the romantic way. I’m afraid if I’m going to fuck you, it’s going to be with you struggling and weeping.”
Katie drew back. “I don’t… that’s now how I want it…”
“Well, I don’t think you have much of a choice, Katie,” said Joshua.
And he showed her the footage Monica had taken.
Katie was smart. She understood immediately. She knew how the town had treated Monica for the sin of having large plastic tits. How would they treat her and her friends once they had seen them having sinful lesbian orgies? She suspected their next orgy might be in a dog cage, in front of all the town’s men, to be followed by a round of violent rapings for all the girls.
And so she stripped nude when Joshua told her to strip. And when Joshua told Monica to kick Katie in the tits and cunt, to get her crying, Katie allowed it to happen.
“Don’t go getting ideas, Miss Monica,” said Joshua. “Katie’s still a nicer girl than you, and she’ll be your superior most times.”
And then Monica got to hold Katie down for Joshua to rape. Joshua seemed to enjoy it more when Katie struggled, so Monica got creative and tickled and pinched at Katie to make her wiggle for her fiancé’s enjoyment.
And at the end, after he had ejaculated into Katie’s non-consenting unprotected womb, Joshua even let Monica go find Katie’s cattle prod, and use it on Katie’s pussy not once, but three times in quick succession. Monica couldn’t help but smile with delight when Katie wet herself on the third shock.
“Maybe this experience will set you straight on your sinful lesbian ways,” Joshua told the sobbing Katie, as he pulled on Monica’s leash to lead her out of the house. “But I’ll come back tomorrow for another session, because I think correcting you might be a slow process.”
And that night, as Joshua fucked Monica in her bed, Monica felt almost grateful to be raped. She had felt like a team with Joshua that day – like they were truly were intended to be husband and wife. And, sure, Joshua was watching video of his rape of Katie while they fucked, and was clearly picturing cumming in Katie as he pushed his cock in and out of Monica’s pussy. And yes, it felt strange for Monica to be so aroused while listening to the sounds of a crying, squealing woman being raped.
But she orgasmed twice, and at the end Joshua told her that she could help him rape Katie again tomorrow, and maybe rape Sarah or Ellie the day after that, and honestly it was the happiest that Monica had felt since her whole ordeal began.
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