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It was two weeks until the wedding, and none of the three lesbians showed any sign of being “cured”. Katie, Sarah and Ellie all still reliably became wet under the stimulus of Monica’s tongue, even as they cried tears of shame in those final days, knowing the fate that their slutty lesbian pussies were consigning them to.
Joshua was not one to bluff, and so he arranged for all three girls to be sent to a plastic surgeon of his acquaintance on the coast. They would be taken under the guard of Joshua’s Uncle Mort, along with three of Uncle Mort’s friends, to prevent the girls from running.
“Don’t worry, girls,” said Joshua, as the girls were placed in discreet handcuffs and ankle-shackles for their trip. “I hear normally it can take weeks or months to heal up from a breast surgery, but my friend’s got a new process, and he tells me you’ll be ready to show off your new sex melons in time for the wedding.”
“Please, Joshua,” wept Katie. “Don’t do this. We grew up together. I’m a real person, not a… ridiculous cum-toilet like Monica. I don’t want to have giant balloon tits like her. I don’t want the town to see me like that.”
“Well, that’s as may be,” said Joshua, “but you should have thought of it before you let the Devil give you a sinful taste for the cunts of other women. This is the best thing for you, Katie – you’ll see.”
And just like that, Katie and her friends were shipped off to be turned into objectified fuckdolls.
Something had clicked in Monica’s head as she heard Katie protesting, though. She listened to these girls, who were so desperate to avoid a process that Monica had chosen to have done to herself of her own free will. And for the first time she realised how truly slutty and perverted her self-bimbofication had been, and how ridiculous it was to claim that she had no expected the change in her body to consign her to a life as a rape-slave.
She *did* deserve what had happened to her, she saw now. In fact, how could she have expected – or wanted – anything else?
She explained this to Joshua, and he was so delighted by her self-growth that he raped her to the verge of orgasm, and then told her she could have any reward she desired from him.
“You’ve been a good girl, Miss Monica,” he said as his cock twitched at the entrance to her fuckhole, denying her the orgasm she so desperately craved. “You’ve earned it.”
Confused and horny and traumatised by her experience as the town sex slave, the only thing Monica could think of to ask for was to have her cunt whipped with a leather belt until she came, and Joshua happily obliged her.
After her orgasm, the thought came to her that she could have asked for her freedom or her dignity, and that, even if Joshua was never going to give her those things, she should have at least *asked*. She began to weep, quietly, but Joshua grabbed her hair and pulled her face towards his groin so that she could use his cock to wipe her tears away, and then he moved to fuck her pussy again, and Monica’s crying was soon replaced by slutty lustful moans as her fiancee raped her to another satisfying orgasm.
With the lesbians gone, Joshua raped Monica much more often over the following days, and Monica had come to feel grateful for each such session, as they gave meaning and structure to her degraded life. She had come to see such rapes as evidence of real affection – or at least, the only affection she deserved – and she thanked Joshua for each one with kisses and adoration.
Joshua even managed to get Monica a twice-weekly column in the local newspaper. Here, under the supervision of the paper’s elderly publisher, Monica would use each instalment to lay out the case for her own abuse and enslavement, explaining why her tits made her nothing but a set of holes to be fucked, or outlining how being pulled around town by a leash on her tits was for her own benefit, or why it was natural to want to torture and rape a woman like herself. These columns proved very popular with the paper’s readership, and Monica was rewarded with the opportunity to suck the publisher’s cock after writing each new entry.
A few days after they had left, the lesbians returned, and Monica marvelled at their new look. Each of Katie, Ellie, and Sarah had been given enormous new breasts – nearly the size of their heads. They bulged like balloons on the chests of the girls, and no effort had been made to make them look realistic. Monica knew that no one would ever think about these girls again without first thinking about their tits, and that none of the girls would ever again have an interaction with another human where that human was not disgusted with them, fantasising about raping them, or both.
Even with the miraculous new process of Joshua’s friend, they would need a few more days of healing before their new fuckballoons could be played with – but that didn’t stop Joshua bringing them all to church the next day in tiny see-through tops that barely came down as far as the girls’ nipples. He forced them to stand up before the congregation and confess they were lesbians, and show the whole town their new fake fuckbags.
The girls cried as they watched the whole town – people they had known their whole lives, and even people they were related to – reclassify them from “people” into “sex dolls”, and their tears and misery made Monica’s pussy wet.
That evening, a town meeting was held, and Joshua’s Aunt Pam opened the debate.
“Friends, we all saw that disgusting display in church today,” she said. “And I think one thing is clear – the men of this town have been entirely too lenient with us women.”
There was a chorus of murmured agreement – much of it from the town’s married women.
“When men don’t take a firm hand, you end up with young women becoming lesbians and Barbie-whores and… I don’t know what else,” said Pam.
“What do you suggest, Pam?” asked a woman from near the back of the town hall.
“We need to renegotiate the deal between men and women in this town, is what I suggest,” said Pam. “Change the statute book. First of all, a formal acknowledgement that married women are property that belong to their husbands, and unmarried women are property that belong to their fathers.”
The mutters throughout the room showed that the assembled townsfolk thought this was a good idea.
“Second, abolish the crimes of rape and sexual harassment,” said Pam. “They just give women unrealistic ideas. It’s enough that if a man rapes another man’s wife or daughter, there would be a civil suit for trespass on property available.”
This, too, seemed sensible to the townsfolk.
“And third,” said Pam, “we need to do away with this ridiculous idea that sluts like Miss Monica and those awful lesbians are humans in the way that nice girls are. They’re just not. You only have to look at their tits to see that. We should formally say that any unmarried woman who is a slut, or a cocktease, or a lesbian, or a feminist, or whose breasts are larger than a G cup, is formally declared to have none of the rights accorded to a human, and to be treated in the same manner as an animal or a piece of furniture.”
There was furious applause at this, and the Mayor and the town council passed the relevant motions right there, on the spot, to declare Monica and the other girls as non-human sex objects. Monica had some doubts as to how valid these actions would be in the eyes of outsiders – but she would never leave this town, so the opinions of outsiders were irrelevant. The town had made her an object, and an object she would be.
The townsfolk then began naming young women who they thought might meet the new criteria. Young Emily Weldon was suggested to be a slut and a cocktease, and there were enough nodding heads that she was dragged to the front of the room, stripped of her clothes, and placed in a large cage that has been brought out from the storage shed for this purpose.
Four women of various ages were said to be feminists, and they were stripped naked, and placed in the cage with Emily.
Two women with naturally large breasts were given a similar treatment.
Then three more girls were alleged to be lesbians. These girls were also brought to the front of the room and stripped, but Joshua had Monica lick the pussy of each girl to determine her sexual orientation.
Upon applying her tongue to the cunts of the unwilling women, Monica found that one of the girls grew wet, but the other two showed no sign of arousal from her licking. Nevertheless, she lied, and said all three girls had juiced up from her tongue, and watched with satisfaction as they were placed in the cage with the others.
The girls thus caged would be given an aggressive program of rape, objectification and abuse over the next few weeks to accustom them to their new life. In the fullness of time, when the town could afford it, they would be sent to get the same oversized fake tits as Monica and the lesbians, to aid in their identification as fuckdolls.
The next day, the town records department revoked the birth certificates of all the girls – plus the lesbians. They sent away to the coast to have Monica’s birth certificate transferred into their care, where it would also be revoked. New certificates were issued by the town vet, registering each of the women as an animal.
And with that formality concluded, there was nothing left in the world evidencing the idea that Monica had any worth at all – other than her engagement to Joshua, and their forthcoming wedding.
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