Kelly thought she was a virgin, until shortly after her 19th birthday she began to get nauseous in the mornings, and a test verified that she was pregnant.
She had no idea how this could possibly have happened, as she had, to the best of her knowledge, never had sex – but the very next day a package arrived, including a couple of strange devices, one of which had a screen.
It also contained a note.
“Dear Slut,” read the note, “You are probably aware by now that you are pregnant. The impregnation happened on your 19th birthday. You probably thought you just got blackout drunk, but in fact you were drugged, and a large number of men raped you while you were unconscious, including many of your friends, and some of your family members. We were fairly certain you would get pregnant, as someone close to you had been replacing your birth control with fertility pills for nearly four months prior.”
Kelly felt sick with horror as she continued reading.
“As you are aware,” the note went on, “abortions are illegal in your state, but you’re not going to get one anyway. In fact, you’re going to play a little game with us. We have a video of your complete rape, showing everyone who ejaculated inside you, including fairly explicit footage of cocks going into each of your holes. You may be embarrassed to learn that you actually orgasmed twice in your sleep from the rape, and that fact is very clear on the video. If you try to seek an abortion, or go to the police, we’ll release the full video onto the internet, with your name and address attached, and our identities edited out.”
“In addition,” said the note, “you should know that if we can do this to you, we can also do it to your 18-year-old sister Lucy – and we will not hesitate to do so if you don’t play along.”
Kelly thought of her beloved younger sister being raped, and knew she would do what was required to prevent that.
“So here’s how the game works,” said the note. “Included is a special dildo. It goes in your pussy, and when you turn it on, it vibrates – but it also detects how sexually aroused you are. Don’t try to fool it – we’ll know, and there’ll be consequences.”
Kelly looked at the dildo. It was large and thick, and she winced a little at the thought of fitting it inside her.
“The device with the screen will play the footage of your rape,” said the note. “However, it will play it in a random order, and repeat segments. You will watch the complete footage of one man raping you, and then it will jump to another man, randomly. You do not know how many men in total raped you, and the random nature of the playback means it may take a very long time until all participants have been shown to you.”
“Here is the catch,” the note continued. “The device will only play back the footage while the dildo reports that you are highly sexually aroused. You must stay very, very horny while watching the footage of your rape, otherwise it won’t play. Feel free to take your time – we appreciate it may take you a while to learn to be aroused by your rape, but we have confidence you will get there in time.”
“At the bottom of this note is a website address,” the note concluded. “If you go to that website and correctly enter the names of every man who raped you, we will allow you to get an abortion, OR pay the entire costs of birthing and raising your baby to age 18 – your choice. But you only get one guess, and if you fail you will be required to carry the baby to term, and then we will drug you and impregnate you again, so you can play the game again.”
“Good luck.”
She was trapped. She had to know who had raped her – to allow her to deal with the consequences of her impregnation, if nothing else.
And so she masturbated until she was wet, thinking of anything except her rape, thinking of handsome, kind men and consensual sex. Once her pussy was ready, she pushed the dildo into it and turned it on. It began to vibrate and a light on the base turned green – presumably to show she was aroused.
The other device immediately switched on, and sure enough, there was her unconscious body, lying face up on a table, with her legs spread. A man was standing between her legs, pushing his cock into her cunt. It was one of her male friends from her birthday party – a man who she had trusted – Desmond Haines.
Kelly’s arousal immediately withered, and the light on the dildo went red, and the screen shut off. Kelly felt sick. She had to stop and go to bed and cry for several hours.
But she had to continue, and soon she was back at the device, masturbating, inserting the dildo, and watching what appeared on the screen.
It took her several tries to get through her entire rape by Desmond, staring at the screen but not really seeing it, trying to fantasise about anything except the rape of her unconscious body. And then the footage jumped to a new, random rapist – and it was her own 21-year-old brother, Kevin. He was laughing as he shoved his dick into his sister’s unconscious pussy.
Kelly had to stop again, and this time she didn’t return to the footage again for the rest of the day. She slept with confusing, frightening dreams – and awoke with a wet pussy.
She went back to the device – and this time, despite knowing it was her own brother fucking her, her pussy stayed wet, and not only did she make it through the entire section of footage, but she actually *orgasmed* to it. Maybe it was because she had slept so poorly, or maybe it was because it was just so *wrong*, but the wires in her brain seemed to be crossed, allowing her to cum from the degrading images on the screen.
The footage jumped again – and now it was her beloved high school teacher Mr Williams sticking his cock into her, a man who had been like a surrogate father to her.
Kelly felt sick. It felt so wrong, so slutty, to be wet-cunted watching this happen to her. It felt whorish to be getting wet to watch footage of her own rape. Often she had to stop. But whenever she was horny, she went back to it, because it felt wrong to waste arousal, with a baby growing inside her, and with a desperate need to complete the list of men who had raped her.
As she had been promised, the footage repeated. Each new segment was effectively a roll of a dice with an unknown number of sides, and frequently it rolled numbers that she had seen before. She watched her brother rape her four times, her eyes fixed on his cock sliding in and out of her sleeping cunt. She discovered more men who had raped her – her boss at work, two of her co-workers, five of her male friends, a cousin – and, to her horror, her father, her uncle, AND her grandfather.
There were snippets of conversation, and through these she learned WHY they were raping her. She heard herself called a bitch, a cocktease, a slut, and a brat. She heard that she had been “begging for a raping since she turned 18”, and that – in the words of her own grandfather – “with tits like those, it would be a waste NOT to rape her”. The men generally agreed that raping and impregnating her was *funny*, and that it was “all she was good for, anyway”.
It took a long time to watch it all. She ended up with a list of 19 names, and at first she was sure there must be 20, because it was a round number, and so she watched all of them rape her multiple times before she was satisfied that there were no more. By the time she was done, she found herself getting wet whenever she thought about her rape. She saw it in her dreams – and woke from those dreams having powerful orgasms. She would moan and shudder as she watched her friends and family members rape her, and she would always cum several times before she stopped.
Finally she went to her computer and loaded the website she had been told about. She had the list of names, and she was sure it was correct. She stared at the spot where she was supposed to type them.
She thought about the consequences she had been warned of if she got the names wrong.
Then, very deliberately, she typed, “I am a dumb slut. I don’t know who raped me but I want them to do it again.”
She looked at it. Was she really going to press Enter? Was she going to submit this as her answer?
No. She wasn’t.
At least, not without adding something extra.
“PS. Please do it to my sister Lucy too and let me help.”
And then she pressed Enter.
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