Other Destiny Stories:
Destiny’s Crush | Destiny the Guide | Destiny’s Language | Destiny and the Share-House
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After thirty years of societal degradation of the rights and position of women, friendships among girls were a little different to how they had been in the past.
Destiny, now aged 19, was delighted to have been born into this exciting new world. She had learned at a young age that a woman was a kind of animal that looked superficially like a human but without the intelligence, freedom or rights. She had grown up dreaming of being attractive and obedient enough for men to spit on, hurt and rape.
And so when it came to female friendships, Destiny completely believed in three inescapable truths:
- It wasn’t up to her to decide who her friends were. Men would decide for her.
- The purpose of any relationship between two women is to provide sexual entertainment for men.
- Women were sub-human objects designed to be raped, and that was the only appropriate way for a woman to interact with another woman.
Destiny’s best and longest-standing friend was Chrita, a pretty blonde girl from a rich family. Chrita had bullied Destiny mercilessly through primary school, and then high school, to the point where every day she led a mob of girls chanting that Destiny was “unrapeable”. Destiny would come home in tears every day.
The concerned fathers of both girls had gotten together and talked, and then informed both girls that they were friends now – in fact, not just friends, but girlfriends. Destiny would be the dominant one of the pair, Chrita had been informed.
And so the two girls had obediently begun hanging out, holding hands, exploring each other’s bodies, learning to kiss – always where their fathers could see them and enjoy the show, of course. And when Destiny had finally pulled off Chrita’s clothes, pushed her down on the ground, and begun to lick the blonde girl’s pussy, she might have bitten Chrita’s clit a few more times than was strictly necessary, and left her friend crying as Destiny raped her pussy to a pleasing orgasm – but that was just what friendships between girls were like. And the stiff cocks of their fathers (and Chrita’s brother) had demonstrated that the sexual act had been very well received indeed.
It was only a week later that Chrita’s father and brother fucked Destiny for the first time, double-teaming her as Chrita watched. At Destiny’s urging, they praised her for being prettier than Chrita, sexier than Chrita, and more obedient.
The two girls had never actually come to *like* each other, and they constantly found tiny ways to humiliate and degrade each other. Chrita had stolen Destiny’s first boyfriend (which is to say, the first boy Destiny’s age who had raped her), and in return Destiny had set Chrita up with a boy who she knew liked to inflict excruciating pain on girls’ tits.
When the girls looked into each other’s eyes, they felt nothing but hate and disgust and an urge to rape the other girl – and both knew that that was just what love between two girls felt like. Some day, they both knew, they would get married – nude and covered in cum, lezzing off in front of an audience as they mumbled their vows into each other’s cunts, prior to formally declaring themselves the sister-wives and property of the man who would own them.
Destiny’s next closest friend was Tia. She was a pretty girl, with short hair dyed an anime-blue, and big natural tits. Tia came from overseas, where women hadn’t completely accepted their status yet, and she had some strange ideas about “rights” and “equality”. After her second arrest for refusing to obey a man, the police had declared that she would be Destiny’s friend as part of a community mentoring program. Whenever she was found fully-clothed in the streets without Destiny or a male guardian, the police would pick her up and bring her straight to Destiny’s house, to spend time with her friend.
Destiny had had to be very forceful with Tia to remind her how girls behave with their friends. Tia had struggled and cried and fought the first three times Destiny had raped her, and run away afterwards, and in the end when the police next brought her back, Destiny had had to ask them to fuck her ass with their nightsticks while discharging their Tasers into her pussy. After that, Tia had learned to behave like a good girl – or at least, she stopped running away, and she struggled a lot less when it was time for her to lez off with her good friend Destiny.
Honestly, Tia’s distress was part of what Destiny loved about her. It made Destiny go all gooey with affection to see Tia honestly, genuinely crying when she was raped by Destiny’s father for the first time. Tia hadn’t understood what it would mean to meet her friend’s family, and the idea that she would be ejaculated into by Destiny’s father, uncle and grandfather didn’t cross her mind until Destiny started pulling off her clothes.
She also didn’t like playing “This Little Piggy” – a common game among young women where two girls fuck a third girl while competing to come up with the most cutting and humiliating insult about her. When Destiny and Chrita played it with Tia – passing the girl back and forth between them as she took turns licking their cunts – they would comment on her weight, her stupidity, her appearance, and her sub-par cunt-licking skills until Tia started sobbing uncontrollably. Then they would cooperate to make her cum while she cried. Destiny noticed that Tia was beginning to associate the misery with sexual arousal, and that more and more often when Tia cried, her cunt would become sopping wet of its own accord.
Destiny, Chrita and Tia would often go out together, dressed seductively. They would buy drinks, and then kiss and fondle each other (or slap Tia if she needed a reminder to be a good girl), and then dance on the dance floor, grinding their barely-clothed bodies against each other, until finally they attracted the attention of a man who wanted to rape one or all of them.
They would have their clothes ripped off in the alley behind the nightclub – or in the toilets, or in the back of a car – and struggle against their rapist, even as they moaned with lust. They would compete viciously with each other for their rapist’s cock, while suggesting ideas to their rapist for how to degrade and hurt their friends. And when he eventually ejaculated into one of them they would share his cum back and forth in long-slutty kisses, before distributing it as evenly as possible up their respective pussies.
Then they would go home happy, knowing that they had accomplished the only purpose that female friendships had – to get them raped by an enthusiastic man.
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