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“I would suggest you keep thinking arousing thoughts,” the female officer told Riley. “You want to keep your pussy wet throughout the procedure. At the end of inspecting your cunt, we will grade it, and the worst possible grade you can get is an X, or “bitch”, grade, which indicates you are frigid and sexually unresponsive. Frigid cunts require treatment, and I don’t think you will enjoy that treatment.”
Riley moaned into her gag. Her cunt *was* wet, drippingly so. The combination of humiliation and pain was driving her mad. She had never imagined that she could react in such a slutty way to such a degrading experience. She felt desperately ashamed of herself. She was naked and bound in front of two officers of the law, and a man that she hated, and she couldn’t stop herself from behaving like an animal.
Maybe the objectifying and misogynistic things the officers were saying about women were *true*, if this was how she acted when all her pretensions of dignity were taken away.
The hated Tristan was enjoying all of this. “What kind of a cunt grade do you think she *will* get?” he asked.
The male officer shrugged. “Higher numbers are better. Grade 1 is cow grade – lubricated but unresponsive and unsatisfying. Grade 2 is slut grade, where she shows active signs of wanting to be fucked. But what she wants to achieve is grade 3, ‘fun grade’, where her cunt is wet and desperate for sex, but her body struggles against violation. That’s considered to be the most enjoyable kind of cunt for a man to rape, and is the aspirational goal of every woman.”
The most enjoyable kind of cunt to rape? Riley struggled fruitlessly against her bonds, She should never have come back to this country.
“Be still, bitch,” said the female officer. She came and knelt between Riley’s legs, so that Riley could no longer see her. She began to prod at Riley’s pussy with her gloved hands.
“This is just a basic medical examination for sexual health,” she said. “Try and hold still.”
Riley felt the woman slip two fingers into her pussy, and then withdraw them. She wished the woman would put them back, and pump, until Riley was able to cum.
Then she felt cold metal, and gasped. The woman had put a speculum inside her, and was using it to open up her fucktunnel for inspection.
“No signs of illness or abnormality,” reported the female officer. “Sexual health appears good.”
The speculum was withdrawn, and Riley gasped with relief.
“Now we measure vaginal dilation,” said the male officer. He handed something to his colleague, who pushed it into Riley’s cunt. It felt a little like a dildo, but a small, soft one, which the woman had to work into Riley with her fingers.
Then the man pressed a button, on a device that was connected to the dildo by a cord,, and Riley gasped. The dildo was inflating inside her! Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, it was growing in her cunt.
“I want you to tell me when the size of the dilator becomes uncomfortable,” said the male officer. He reached down and unsnapped the strap on her ball gag, removing it from her mouth.
Riley breathed deeply as she felt the dildo expand to fill her – and then continue to grow, pushing the walls of her fucktunnel outwards. She had never had a dildo in her this large before.
“Stop!” she said, finally. She felt uncomfortably full. “That’s it.”
“Maximum comfortable vaginal dilation – 3.9 centimetres,” said the male officer. “Noted.”
Then he pressed the button again, and the dildo continued to expand.
“Stop!” said Riley again. “It hurts!”
“It won’t damage you,” said the female officer. “You can pass an entire child through there. Your cunt is the most important part of your body, and it’s important for the government to know your true capacity.”
Riley could hear Tristan chuckling at her pain and humiliation.
The dildo kept inflating, and Riley moaned. She had never felt this full before. It felt gross and unnatural. She felt herself beginning to breathe quickly and shallowly. This was a kind of cunt pain she had never anticipated.
Tears formed in the corners of her eyes.
Finally, the inflation stopped.
“8.3 centimetres,” said the man. “Noted.”
“Your cunt can go wider during childbirth,” said the woman. “Ten centimetres is normally considered full dilation. But the machine gives us a standard reading of dilation without damage across women, so that we know how much can *really* be stuffed into your pussy.”
Riley didn’t understand why the government would need to know that.
“Please, just take it out,” she begged.
“Just a moment,” said the woman. “There are further measurements to be taken.”
She used her phone to snap a photo of Riley’s dilated cunt. Then she pulled on Riley’s clitoris, causing Riley to squeak.
“Clitoral length – 1.3 centimetres,” she pronounced.
“Noted,” said the male officer.
She pulled now at Riley’s pussy lips.
“Labia majora – 7.9 centimetres long, 2.4 centimetres wide.”
“Noted,” said the male officer.
“Labia minora – 5 centimetres long, 2 centimetres wide.”
“Noted,” said the male officer again.
“You can release her now,’ said the woman.
To Riley’s immense relief, she felt the dilator begin to shrink inside her. Once it was small again, the woman pulled it out.
“What do you think for her arousal threshold?” asked the man, once the cruel device was put away.
“She’s been wet throughout the procedure, and she’s still lubricated now,” said the woman. “Note the bitch down as being aroused by violation and humiliation, with a likely consequence that she would automatically wetten for rape.”
“Stick your tongue out,” said the male officer, to Riley.
Riley wanted to do no such thing, but she was still bound and helpless, and she didn’t fancy the idea of being forced. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out.
“There we go,” he said, and stuck something onto Riley’s tongue. It was a firm clamp, biting down into the muscle of her tongue hard enough that it refused to slip off – and hard enough to hurt.
Riley made a surprised sound, and withdrew her tongue into her mouth in horror and shock – and then received another unpleasant surprise. There was a cord attached to the clamp, and the male officer now used it to pull her tongue back out of her mouth.
She made an incoherent moaning noise of pain.
“Oh, shush,” said the officer. “It doesn’t hurt that much – or at least, not as much as it’s about to.”
And then he showed her the other end of the cable – another tight clamp – before moving down and connecting this second clamp to her clitoris.
She squealed and bucked. It *hurt*! And the cable was so short that she couldn’t pull her tongue back into her mouth, and every attempt to do so tugged agonisingly on her clitoris.
“Starting timer,” said the female officer.
“The clamp on your clit is going to keep getting tighter,” said the officer. “It’s intended to hurt. We’re measuring your clitoral pain threshold. Eventually the pain is going to become so bad that you will willingly suffer the pain of ripping the clamp off your clitoris by pulling your tongue forcibly back into your mouth – and we’ll measure how long it takes you to reach that point. We find that’s a much more reliable indicator of your own pain threshold than just listening for screams or something.”
She tried to speak – but moving her tongue sent waves of pain through her clamped clit.
Tristan had stood up to get a closer look. He was taking photos with her phone.
“She looks so *pretty* like that!” he exclaimed. “She should be dressed this way all the time! And look – the FemTag shows she’s still aroused, despite everything. What a slut!”
“The female clitoris evolved to be greatly sensitive to pain and pleasure to allow men to control women through their cunts,” the woman said. “The women who could be controlled through their cunts, and who therefore followed the advice of men, were more likely to survive than women who thought for themselves, and thus evolution did its work.”
Riley could only whimper.
“Look, I’ll show you,” said the male officer. He took a photo of Riley with his phone, and then showed it to her.
She barely recognised the woman she saw there. Nude, bound, her legs spread to show her newly-hairless cunt. Her tongue was stuck out from her mouth, connected by a wire to her clitoris.
“See, does that look like something that’s capable of making its own decisions?” asked the male officer.
It did not. The empowered, independent feminist that Riley had thought she was would never allow this to happen to her. She looked like a slut – less than human, more animal than person.
She tried to speak again, but the painful tugging it caused on her tongue and clitoris made her immediately stop.
“Give her the taste test,” said the male officer to his female colleague.
“Absolutely,” said the woman – and she leaned in, and pressed her lips against Riley’s spread pussy.
Riley squeaked, and bucked against the bonds briefly, before feeling the wire pull against her clit, and becoming still. She had had a couple of lesbian experiences before – inebriated fumbling with female friends, after lights-out in backpacking hostels – and it was not the first time she had felt a woman’s lips against her fuckhole.
But this was not a friend, and she had not consented – and in fact she was powerless to do anything to stop it. And it was clear the female officer was not interested in giving Riley pleasure. Her actions felt clinical, as she spread Riley’s pussy lips further with her fingers, and then pushed her tongue up into Riley’s sex-tunnel.
Despite how strange it felt, it still had an effect on Riley’s wet pussy. She felt her cunt yearning to be penetrated harder and deeper. She had the almost uncontrollable urge to buck her hips against the woman’s face, to grind her twat against the woman’s cheeks and nose, but the restraints held her firm.
It was such a confusing mix of feelings – the degradation and humiliation, the growing pain in her sensitive clitoris, the strange sensation of having her tongue pulled from her mouth – and all while a strange woman was tongue-raping her fuckhole. She wanted to cry and scream and cum, all at the same time.
After a few moments, the woman pulled back.
“The bitch tastes sour, but not unappealing,” she said. “It could stand to be sweeter. Her fuck juices are thick and syrupy.”
“Noted,” said the male officer – and Riley cringed at the thought of that objectifying description going on a public file attached to her name.
“Are you ready to do the enjoyment test?” asked the woman.
“Absolutely,” said the male officer. And as Riley watched, he reached down, and unzipped his fly, and pulled his erect cock out of his pants.
Riley made a distressed sound, and went so far as to try and pull her tongue into her mouth, temporarily heedless of the pain it caused in her love nub. But there was nothing she could do. She could only watch as the man moved to stand between Riley’s legs, and positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to her snatch.
“We’re going to measure your cunt enjoyability, bitch,” said the man. “And the only real way to do that is by inserting a cock. I’m not going to fully rape you – I’m just going to see how your cunt reacts to penetration. This is a key component of establishing your cunt grade.”
Riley moaned, and tried to beg him not to rape her.
He ignored her, and pushed his cock into her pussy.
Despite everything, it felt amazing. Her cunt had wanted this since they had made her masturbate. It felt *right*, to have her cunt stuffed with the man’s cock. She felt her pussy muscles spasming happily around his dick.
“Remember,” said the officer, “if you don’t struggle, you can’t get the highest grade.”
She tried to struggle, wiggling against her bonds. But she was acutely aware of two things. The first was that all she was accomplishing was to buck her hips against her rapist, willingly fucking him, actively increasing his pleasure in raping her. And the second was that each movement tugged painfully on her clitoris. She was hurting her own clit to bring her rapist more pleasure.
She felt tears running down her cheeks. And the worst bit was that he wasn’t even really fucking her. He was holding perfectly still, his dick motionless inside her, and it was only her own struggling that was causing her to be actively raped.
The pain in her clitoris was so bad now that she could barely think. She just wanted to cum.
And then the male officer stepped back, withdrawing his cock from her, and Riley could have screamed. She was so close to orgasm. She just wanted a little more…
“Cunt was soaking wet and desperate to be raped,” the male officer reported. “Her pussy was practically milking my cock, and she couldn’t stop herself from humping me like an animal. She appears very enjoyable to rape.”
“Noted,” said the female officer – and then paused. “She still hasn’t pulled off her clit clamp.”
“The bitch appears to have a high clitoral pain threshold,” said the man. “I suppose we wait.”
Tristan rose from his chair. “While we’re waiting, I don’t suppose I could have a turn with her?”
The male officer smiled. “I don’t see why not. A second opinion never hurts. Just take care not to cum inside her – it will make the rest of the procedure more complicated.”
Riley made incoherent noises of protest. She didn’t want Tristan to stick his cock in her! It had been bad enough sucking his dick – but having him fuck her cunt? It was intolerable.
But no one listened to her, and soon Tristan had his cock out, and was pushing the tip between her pussy lips.
“Give me what you gave the officer, Kitten,” he said. “I know you’ve always said that you don’t like me, but I can feel how wet you are even now, so we both know that’s a lie.”
He pushed his cock into her – and unlike the officer, he began to actively fuck her.
She struggled, and her struggles were real now. She didn’t want to let Tristan do this. She didn’t want her body to give him pleasure. But once again, all she could do, no matter how hard she bucked, was to make herself more enjoyable to fuck. The pain in her clitoris intensified. The pleasure in her pussy grew more intense.
She was drooling, she realised, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
There was one thing. It would hurt. It would hurt so much. But it hurt so much already. And then she could…
She pulled hard on her tongue, heedless of the pain, heedless of the consequences. And in one mighty yank, she managed to pull the clamp off her clit.
The pain was overwhelming. First the direct pain of the clamp being forcibly yanked from her sensitive bud – and then another wave of pain, so much worse, as the blood rushed back into her crushed, abused clitoris. She had never felt such agony in such a sensitive part of her body.
She did scream now – and that only increased her humiliation, because it drew the attention of passengers in the airport outside. People in the crowd of passengers milling about in the terminal outside turned to look through the room’s open door, and were able to see her naked and bound body being raped by the man she hated.
But the pain had a second effect. The circuitry of her brain, already flooded with contradictory messages of humiliation, pain, and arousal, was fused by the lightning strike of agony – and to her shame and horror, she felt herself cumming. Orgasming against Tristan’s cock. And not just orgasming – squirting.
She moaned in mortification as a long stream of fluid squirted from her pussy, soaking Tristan’s pants and puddling on the floor beneath the table. She didn’t normally squirt when she orgasmed – only when it was particularly intense like this. To all intents and purposes, it looked like she had enjoyed being raped by Tristan so much that she had wet herself.
Tristan laughed at her humiliation – but also staggered back away from her squirting pussy. He gripped his cock in his hand, and pumped – and a moment later he was cumming as well. In something of a mercy, he obeyed the instructions of the officers, and didn’t aim his cum at Riley’s pussy, but instead pointed his cock towards the ground, and discharged his semen into the pool of clear ejaculate that Riley had created beneath the table.
The male officer disconnected the clamp from Riley’s tongue, as Tristan moved around to stand near Riley’s face.
“Apologise,” said the male officer.
“For what?” asked Riley.
The male officer scowled. “You know what,” he said. “And you’d better get it right, or I’ll discipline you.”
Riley didn’t know what, in particular to apologise for, but she didn’t want to be disciplined, so she just tried everything she could think of, based on her experience so far.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said, gazing up at Tristan, “for cockteasing you with my slutty cunt and my oversized tits. I’m sorry for not being more enjoyable to rape, sir. I’m sorry for orgasming like a stupid whore. I’m sorry for squirting all over you like a disgusting animal, sir.”
Tristan laughed. “Clean my cock, Kitten, and you’re forgiven.” He pushed his dick forwards, and Riley had no choice but to take it into her mouth, tasting her cunt juices and Tristan’s cum on her abused tongue.
“She’s done well,” said the male officer. “I think we both know what grade she earned.” He turned to his colleague, and showed her what he had written in his notes. “What do you think?”
The woman didn’t seem pleased to be giving Riley any kind of praise, but she nodded. “Agreed, that grade seems appropriate. Noted.”
Tristan pulled his cock out of Riley’s mouth. “What’s next?” he asked.
“Next is her tits,” said the male officer. “But first we have to get her out of these straps, and off the bed.”
Tristan looked a little disappointed. “Why is that?” he asked.
The officer pointed towards the floor. “Because before we do anything else, this bitch needs to lick up the mess she made…”
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