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Allie was just starting to put her life back together.
Last year, she had been violently abducted from her home, and made to compete on the reality show “Slut Reserve”. The show involved attractive women being dumped naked in a nature preserve, heavily dosed with aphrodisiacs, and left to get steadily more horny and desperate to orgasm for 48 continuous hours. The desperate women would eventually lose all inhibition in their desire to cum – raping each other, wantonly masturbating, and agreeing to degrading permanent contracts in exchange for the opportunity to be humiliatingly raped by men employed by the show.
Allie – young, beautiful, blonde – had been a viewer favourite from the moment she first appeared on camera. And then, to Allie’s eternal shame and horror, she had found herself to be the sluttiest and neediest girl of the season. She had started to openly masturbate as she stumbled across the preserve from only the third hour, crimson with humiliation but unable to resist the needs of her cunt. She had raped another girl in hour five, bucking her cunt against the girl’s unwilling face – only to burst into tears when she discovered that her eventual orgasm wasn’t enough to satisfy her, and that she still needed more.
She had spent most of the last 24 hours on the show being repeatedly raped by men – *begging* to be raped by men – making agreement after demeaning agreement, accepting any horrifying stipulation as long as it got her fuckhole plugged by another hard cock.
At the end of the 48 hours the drugs had worn off, and she had been released back to her normal life. Slut Reserve was all completely legal, of course – the audience enjoyed it far too much for it to be outlawed. And the agreements she had made on the show had come due.
As she had promised, on camera, she got a breast enhancement, taking her tits up a humiliatingly huge JJ cup. And each tit contained an implant of slow-release aphrodisiacs – not nearly as high a dose as she’d had on the show, but her cunt was permanently wet now, and when she slept she dreamed of fucking and degradation. She’d waived all rights to bring charges against anyone for rape, sexual assault, or sexual harassment, in perpetuity, and she’d had her name legally changed to “Cunthoney Slutpig”. A month-long course of Pavlovian conditioning, hypnotherapy and shock-treatment had left with a compulsion to add human semen to all of her meals, and she could no longer touch her own pussy for any reason without asking a man for permission.
But with all that done, her life was her own again, as much as it could be under the circumstances. She’d moved to a small town and dyed her hair red to be less recognisable. She wore loose sweaters to hide the size of her breasts. Her name may legally be “Cunthoney” – and that was what her ID said – but she introduced herself as “Honey” and she avoided driving and bars so she wouldn’t have to show her licence. Nothing obliged her to tell anyone that they could rape her without consequences, and at great cost she’d found a worker at a sperm bank who smuggled her a weekly shipment of semen to add to her meals. She suspected much of it was his own cum, but it was still better than having to harvest her own supply.
Not being able to touch her own constantly-wet pussy was an endless frustration, but she’d found ways around that. She didn’t consider herself a lesbian, but the shame and guilt of raping girls on Slut Reserve to satisfy her lust had left her with a kink – a kink that could be filled by prostitutes. As often as she was able, she hired a local working girl to lick her needy cunt to orgasm. She was constantly tempted to form a relationship with a local man – but she feared they would recognise her once they saw the full size of her tits, and then she would need to move quickly before word spread and she became the town rapetoy.
She had a steady job, a house, and – most importantly – no one treated her like the disgusting horny slut who had done all those things on television. It was… nice.
Until one night, nearly a year after her first abduction, when it all went wrong.
She was showering, letting the warm water cascade over her giant fake tits, wanting to vigorously scrub her perpetually needy fuckhole but frustratingly unable to – when suddenly the shower door opened, and black-gloved hands were pulling her from the shower.
She tried to scream, but there was a gloved hand over her mouth, muffling her. More hands grabbed her arms and legs. There were three men in her bathroom, all dressed head to foot in black. At least two more stood in the hallway.
She struggled, but they were just too strong. Her hands were pulled behind her back, and she felt them cuffed together. Her legs were bent at the knees, and then cuffed at the ankles and clipped to her wrists behind her, leaving her helpless. A ball gag was stuffed into her mouth.
The lead man looked down at her. He reached between her legs and inserted a gloved finger into her pussy. She tried to clamp her legs shut to stop him, but another man was holding her knees spread. She blushed, knowing that even in these terrifying circumstances, she was sopping wet, and her lubricated pussy accepted his finger easily.
“Hello, Cunthoney,” said the man, and Allie moaned in fear. He knew who she was. In fact, this was all very similar to…
“Yes, that’s right,” laughed the man. “We’re from Slut Reserve. It’s your lucky day, Cunthoney. You were our most popular contestant last year. You were such a degraded amoral slut that audiences just couldn’t get enough of you – so we’re inviting you back for another season.”
She tried to scream – “No! No!” – but it just came out as incoherent pig-like squeals.
“No need to thank me,” laughed the man. “I know you can’t wait to get back out there and rape more of your fellow contestants. And guess what, Cunthoney? We’re going to give you an *even bigger* dose of aphrodisiacs – but we’re going to inject anaesthetic into your clit, so you can’t orgasm *at all*. You’re going to so desperate you won’t be able to think straight. Isn’t that wonderful?”
She felt herself starting to cry – but at the same time, she started humping desperately against the man’s fingers. She needed to cum – she *always* needed to cum – and if they were going to take that ability away from her then she needed an orgasm now, while she still could.
“We see you made a nice life here,” said the man. “Tried to cover up what a colossal slut you are. But I bet once you get nice and horny, you’ll be willing to stop yourself from ever doing this again, won’t you?”
She moaned, and closed her eyes and focused on humping the man’s hand.
“How fast will you agree to never cover your tits ever again?” asked the man. “How fast will you agree to tell every new person you meet that it’s okay to rape you? I bet you’d agree that you should only be able to fuck women in public, while at least one man is watching. And you shouldn’t be able to pay for it – you should only be able to use unwilling women. Isn’t that right?”
She tried to beg to be allowed to cum, but the sounds may as well have been the meaningless noise of an animal.
“Oh, you’re not going to be able to cum from my hand, Cunthoney,” said the man. “But you’ll be sharing the back of our little black van with these other men all the way to the Slut Reserve. And they’re very good men – they’d never violate you without your consent.”
One of the men grabbed her by her hair, and began to drag her across the floor towards the front door of her house. Eventually another grabbed her ankles and lifted her off the floor a little to make it easier.
“But if you *want* them to rape you – well, that’s another matter. They won’t have any interest in your pleasure, of course, and I suspect they might enjoy hurting you. But if you’re enough of a slut that you want that to happen – well, all you need to do is spread those knees open and show them your fuckhole, and they’ll happily oblige.”
The man leaned down and pinched her nipple as she was carried out the door and loaded, naked and bound, into the back of a black van.
“Understand, Cunthoney? Knees together means leave me alone. Knees apart means ‘violently rape me, please’.”
She saw there were cameras in the back of the van. They were filming her even now. Her abduction would likely appear on the first episode of this season of Slut Reserve. The whole world would see what she was about to choose.
The doors of the van closed, and she heard the engine start. There were three men here in the back of the van with her. Each had a visible erection.
She thought about keeping her knees together. She thought about not cumming – and then not being *able* to cum, as she got wetter and wetter on live TV. She thought about all the things she was going to agree to as her cunt took control of her rational thought.
She thought it was possible the bastards might make her agree to continuing the injections of anaesthetic to her clit once the show was over. She could see herself agreeing to it, in that stupid cunt-dumb haze that she knew was coming. She thought about not *ever* being able to cum again.
The van rumbled, and began to move, carrying her towards her destiny.
Her face red with shame at the knowledge of what she was – of what she *needed* – she looked the nearest of her abductors in the eye, and slowly, deliberately, parted her knees.
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Damn cliff hangers. Just waiting on the next installment, knowing it probably won’t include her fate. Good writing as always
Part 4 isn’t a direct continuation but it does contain Allie’s fate, I believe.
This is a reblog of a fairly old serial that’s just never made it onto this site before. Part 4 is the final part. You can read the whole thing right now in “Star Potential – Stories from the Casting Couch”.