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Bianca missed wearing clothes. It was easier to pretend she didn’t deserve to be raped when she was wearing clothes. It was easier to stop herself from compulsively, wantonly masturbating when she didn’t have such convenient access to her pussy. It was easier to give orders when she was wearing clothes – orders such as, “Let me go this instant,” and, “Put your cock away and unlock these handcuffs,” and “I’m the executive producer of Slut Reserve, how dare you abduct me like a common contestant, give me my clothes back and untie me now and I’ll settle for merely firing you rather than suing you into poverty as well.”
When people looked at the reality show Slut Reserve, they assumed it was the creation of a man. Every season, it abducted unwilling girls, injected them with a powerful slow-release aphrodisiac, and dumped them naked in a remote area of wilderness, where they would masturbate, rape each other, agree to humiliating deals in exchange for sexual satisfaction, and be hunted and abused by professional bitch-hunters, all for the entertainment of the viewing public. Of course that was a man’s idea, right?
But it had been Bianca’s. Bianca was pretty, smart, and ambitious, and determined to succeed in the television industry. When she realised she would need to suck cock to get a start in the industry, she got very good at pleasuring a dick with her mouth, and swallowed sperm daily until she got what she needed. When she realised she needed something extra to keep men’s attention when she was talking, she paid to give herself big fake bimbo tits. When she discovered that she could pitch almost any idea to any man, providing she was bouncing on his cock while she talked, she was so quick to put it into practice that everyone in the industry began to make the completely correct assumption that any meeting she scheduled would be an excuse to cum in her ass or pussy.
She learned too that the men making decisions in the industry liked shows that demeaned women – and so that was what she pitched. Her first show was Did You Deserve It?, a show in the style of Dr Phil where rape victims would be quizzed at length about their sexuality, life choices, and underwear, with the aim of suggesting their rape was their own fault. Often they would be pressured to undress on camera to show the tits and pussy they had tempted their assailant with. Other times they would uncomfortably re-enact their raping with a hired actor, on stage in front of a live audience. The show was a minor hit, and ran for three seasons.
Later, she produced Slutlock, a show about a teen prostitute detective, the envy of all her peers, who solved crimes by letting men fuck and rape her. The culprit always turned out to be a woman.
But her biggest success was Slut Reserve. Selling the network on it had required servicing a lot of cocks. Getting the government to pass the laws that made it all legal required not just a mountain of abuse to her own orifices, but also pressing a small army of female assistants and secretaries into service as temporary prostitutes, as they fucked their way through government, getting the necessary agreement from men desperate to ejaculate into their mouths or pussies.
She had felt some guilt on the night when production of season one started, as a bevy of women from around the nation were violently abducted from their homes and stripped nude. Some of them were raped right then and there by the abduction teams.
The thought occurred to her that she was a terrible person, that she had betrayed her own gender and violated all these women for the sake of money and the respect of men who she hated.
She didn’t like those thoughts. So she poured herself a drink of whiskey, gulped it down – and then let her hand stray into her panties. She had learned long ago that when she was horny she didn’t have to feel guilt, didn’t have to remember all the men she had fucked, didn’t have to worry that she was a cruel, manipulative whore. She could just rub her clit, and turn off her brain.
She got used to masturbating a lot over the years that followed. The first Slut Reserve had been a cavalcade of rape, humiliation and degradation for the female contestants, and every season thereafter seemed to become more extreme. Under her watch, women raped each other, were raped by men, had their tits and cunts tortured, made deals to receive boobjobs they didn’t want or agreed to abide by rules that would turn them into servile sex-cows once the show was over. Many girls were impregnated – some with the sperm of a close family member. They all had to go home once the show was over and look into the eyes of friends and family who had watched every detail of their degrading sexual escapades on television and wonder which of them had masturbated to their abuse.
But Bianca just kept producing the show, and accepting the huge paycheques it produced, and masturbating so she didn’t have to think about any of it.
But time passed, and the show’s ratings dropped. When the network decided that the tenth season would be the last, they didn’t tell Bianca – because they had thought of one last gimmick to give the show a little ratings bump.
Instead, they abducted her from her expensive upper-class home, pulling her out onto her front lawn and stripping her nude in front of her neighbours, and then raping her while they watched. Bianca had been mid-masturbation when the abduction team arrived, and she was already wet when the first man sunk his cock into her, and her neighbours got to watch the humiliated expression on her face as she orgasmed from the rape.
Then they bound her, packed her into their helicopter, and flew her to the area of wilderness in which she would be a contestant in the very last season of Slut Reserve.
When the audience saw that the woman who had created and overseen Slut Reserve would be one of its final victims, they went wild with excitement. And then, to add to their delight, they discovered that every previous winner and runner-up of Slut Reserve had been re-abducted as well. Not only would every audience favourite be back for a final round, but they would all have the chance to vent their anger on the woman who had masterminded their misery.
When she arrived in the final season’s wilderness location – nude, shivering, already beginning to feel the powerful slow-release aphrodisiacs in her system take effect – she made a token effort to refuse to play along. She spotted a small tangle of trees and bushes that looked like it might make a good hiding place, crawled inside, and prepared to wait until the show was over.
But the show wasn’t going to let her off that easily – as she had known it wouldn’t. She could hide from the other contestants, but she couldn’t hide from the show’s wealth of surveillance options. When she was producer, she had ruthlessly stacked the deck to create drama for viewers, and the showrunners did exactly what she would have done in the same position – they passed on the details of her hiding place to the one person that she least wanted to find her.
It was in the second hour that she felt a hand grab her by the hair, and drag her viciously out of the bushes. Her assailant had gotten the drop on her – which was not really a surprise, because the woman who was standing over her now had had a lot of opportunities to get very, very good at Slut Reserve – opportunities that Bianca was responsible for.
“Hi, Allie,” said Bianca lamely, looking up at the giant-titted nude blonde woman standing over her.
Allie had been a contestant on Slut Reserve no less than five times. The first time around she had been an audience favourite, so Bianca had her re-abducted a year later. The footage of her re-abduction had turned out to be a giant ratings winner, so Bianca had repeated the process every year thereafter – and, honestly, the expression on Allie’s face each time she was dragged back just kept getting funnier, and Bianca had loved watching it.
“You bitch,” spat Allie, and kicked Bianca in the cunt.
Bianca winced, and curled up on the ground. Allie was stronger, fitter and bigger than her. She didn’t fancy her chances in a fight. “Allie,” she said, in her best charming-the-talent voice, “I think there’s been a misunderstanding. We’re not enemies. We’re all in this together.”
“Like fuck we are,” said Allie. “Five times I’ve been on your disgusting little show now. Do you understand what you’ve done to my life? Reality Sex Online website estimated that more people have masturbated to footage of me being raped than any other woman in history. I’ve had non-consensual sex with more people than most people have a meaningful relationship with in their life.”
“Allie…” tried Bianca. Allie kicked her in the cunt again for her trouble, and then delivered a painful blow to Bianca’s left tit.
“And the things I’ve agreed to do under the influence of your drugs?” asked Allie. “You deserve everything you have coming. Every time I come here, I get so crazy-horny by the end that I’ll agree to anything, if only you’ll let me orgasm. You made me get these giant fake fuckballoons. You made me change my legal name to Cunthoney Slutpig. I have to eat a man’s cum with every meal. I need a man’s permission to touch my pussy. I’ve fucked every living family member I’m aware of. I can’t wear clothes anymore – except for buttplugs, painful nipple and clit clamps – oh, and a diaper, because I’m not allowed to use “human bathrooms” anymore. I have to get a man to rape me every single day, and rape an unwilling woman once a week. And after the last time you made me try to legally marry a *dog*. I have to call it my husband and sleep in the same bed as it.”
Bianca tried to simultaneously protect her tits and her cunt. “To be fair, Allie, the ratings on that were *amazing*….”
Allie pulled Bianca’s hands away, and then kicked her tits *and* her cunt.
“You’re going to lick me to my first orgasm of this season, Bianca,” said Allie. “But you’re not going to get anything out of it, because I’m going to give you this.” She opened a bag, and pulled out a syringe.
Bianca immediately knew what it was. Her eyes widened. “No!” she begged. “You can’t! Please!”
“The showrunners gave me this especially to use on you, Bianca,” said Allie. “It’s the same thing you gave me in my second and fourth abductions – an anaesthetic, to be applied directly to the clit. You’re going to get hornier and hornier – but you won’t be able to orgasm, because your clit will be all numb.”
“No!” cried Bianca – but then her cries were muffled, because Allie knelt over her face, pushing her cunt down against Bianca’s lips, obscuring her vision and silencing her protests. Bianca began licking desperately, hoping to distract Allie from her threat – but a moment later she felt Allie force her legs apart, then spread her pussy lips – and a moment later, the needle went into her clitoris. There was agonising pain – and then numbness.
She obediently kept licking, until she felt Allie shudder on her face, and then eventually stand. Bianca looked at her, hoping for mercy.
“We’re done,” said Allie. “You can go. I want to keep you here as my bitch for the rest of the show – but the showrunners have other plans for you, and I don’t fancy them needing to forcibly separate us.”
“What other plans?” asked Bianca.
“You’ll see,” said Allie. “But I’m supposed to tell you that they *can* neutralise the anaesthetic, and let you cum – but you’ll have to sign the deal that they have waiting for you at the centre of the preserve.”
And with that, Allie left, heading off towards the preserve border, leaving Bianca alone.
Over the next 12 hours, Bianca made her way to the centre of the preserve. It wasn’t that it was a long distance – she could have walked it in only a couple of hours under normal circumstances. It was that she had to keep hiding from other women – and from the men that were allowed into the preserve to hunt the sluts. At first she was somewhat successful – but over the course of her journey, she was caught by two separate groups of women, each of whom recognised her and relished the opportunity to gang-rape her before eventually releasing her. Bianca got a lot of practice at licking cunts very quickly. She also got a lot of kicks to her cunt, slaps and kicks to her tits, and slaps to her face – but by this time, the slow-release aphrodisiacs were in full swing, and this abuse felt surprisingly good. Each burst of pain made her cunt wetter.
In fact, that made her even slower, because she found herself masturbating as she walked, which wasn’t good for a quick pace. But as Allie had predicted, without the ability to stimulate her clit, she simply couldn’t cum. She began to make pathetic, desperate moans.
Two men caught her at one point. One fucked her mouth, but the other demonstrated a cruel device on her. It was a plastic cock-sheath, much like a condom – but it had a thick rubber-like band about halfway down, and at the end it had a thick rubber-like head with two metal terminals on it.
“It’s a Slut Punisher,” said the man, laughing. “If I fuck your cunt, and you hold still and let it happen, nothing worse will happen than me using you as my sextoy. But if your cunt *squeezes* my dick – or if you buck back and forth too much – the terminals on the end will discharge an electric shock deep inside your vagina.”
When he pushed it into her, she went wild with fear, and couldn’t help squeezing his cock – and that immediately set off the promised electric zap. She squealed around a mouthful of the other man’s cock – and got zapped again.
The rape became an endless succession of electric shocks to her inner pussy as he fucked her vigorously. She couldn’t control herself. She just kept clenching her cunt muscles, and being zapped in return. It was the worst thing that had ever happened to her – like rape, but three times as painful and traumatic.
But a funny thing happened just before the man ejaculated into his sheath. The pain deep inside her stimulated nerves that were unaffected by the anaesthetic – and suddenly, unexpectedly, she found herself orgasming from the rape.
Her sudden, surprised convulsions made the first man orgasm and ejaculate into her mouth, and moments later the man raping her cunt with the Slut Punisher pulled out of her, and she collapsed, whimpering.
“I think that’s all she can take,” said the man who had used her mouth. “Shame. I wanted to try that thing in her pussy.”
“The rule is no permanent damage,” said the man who had fucked her cunt, regretfully. “Guess we should leave her.”
Her eyes filling with tears of humiliation at what she was about to say, Bianca found her voice. “No,” she whimpered. “Fuck me with it again… rape my cunt… I need to cum again….”
And she did, when they enthusiastically swapped places, and it was worse than the first time, but with the aphrodisiac building up in her system, nothing mattered anymore except cumming.
She would have begged for a third time, but the men were done once the second had used her fuckhole. She lay there shaking for a while, and then resumed her walk to the preserve centre.
It was night by the time she reached the small hill at the centre of the preserve. Three small computer terminals had been set up, glowing softly in the darkness. They had touchscreens that reacted to her thumbprint, showing her a customised message.
They were contracts. Three contracts for her participation in a new TV show, which would follow the cancellation of Slut Reserve. The show would be called Bianca’s New Life, and she would be the star.
The first contract gave the network the full right to breach her privacy in any manner it chose, and gave it full rights over any footage taken of her, her likeness, her identity, and her name. She would be required to cooperate in the breaching of that privacy. Reading between the lines, the network was going to be filming her around the clock – there would never be a time when she would not be fully visible to a camera.
In return for signing the first contract, she would be raped by a man once each hour until the show finished.
The second contract gave the network full control over her body, identity and relationships. They could re-name her, give her plastic tits, prescribe her medications, make decisions about her fertility and pregnancies, change her hair colour and hairstyle, decide what she wore, and require her to fuck, date or marry anyone they chose.
In return for signing the second contract, a doctor would be brought to the area to neutralise the anaesthetic in her clit and allow her to cum.
And the third contract required the network to do anything in its power to make her the most degraded sub-human slut in the history of entertainment, and ensure that as many people as possible were sexually entertained by her abuse. In it, she agreed to cooperate fully with anything the network did to achieve that aim.
In return for signing the third contract, she would be given an experimental treatment to her clitoris and breasts to make them exceptionally sensitive. The treatment was permanent, and would allow her to orgasm more easily and with more intensity – but it would also mean she would be constantly focused for the rest of her life on the sensations in her tits and pussy.
Bianca made an effort to hold out. She read the contracts, whimpered, and crawled over the edge of the clearing to masturbate futilely and unsatisfyingly.
By midnight, she gave up, and signed the first contract, letting the network film her. She knew she probably should have started with the second one – to let her cum – but she thought maybe her rapists would use those Slut Punishers and let her orgasm from having her vagina electro-shocked.
But they did not. Men came, and raped her, and stayed nearby to rape her in each following hour, but she did not orgasm.
So after her second rape, she signed the second contract. A doctor arrived, injected her clit again – and soon she could feel it, and on her next rape she did indeed orgasm.
But the aphrodisiac kept building up in her system, and her hourly rapings allowed her no sleep, and by morning she was confused, and still desperately horny, and needing something more than she had had so far. So she crawled over to the third contract – cum dripping from her abused pussy – and signed.
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Bianca’s New Life turned out be a significant hit for the network. Viewers who had always felt guilty about watching Slut Reserve downloaded the new show in droves from their streaming services, reassured that Bianca thoroughly deserved everything that happened to her.
And, by popular viewer demand, they found a role for poor, abused Allie on the show as well – as Bianca’s live-in dominatrix, responsible for keeping Bianca horny, humiliated and degraded around the clock….
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Now I just want to know if Allie managed to get out of her contracts so she could punish Bianca better. Glad Bianca got what she deserved!
This is definitely the end of Slut Reserve so any further detail will have to live within your imagination – but I’m glad you’ve enjoyed it!
So what happened to Bianca new life I think this would be a good story