Story: Today’s Target

Calista first knew she was on the target list when she went down to the local café to buy a coffee and breakfast and found her bank card wasn’t working. 

At first she naively put it down to a temporary error, and apologetically paid using cash instead.   But when she got home, she found that her electronic door lock would not let her back into the house, and that was when she started to panic. 

Only last year, the government had recognised that men had a natural need to occasionally rape a pretty woman, but it wasn’t prepared to condone a complete free-for-all on sexual assault. 

As a compromise, it had agreed on the “target list”.  A database was compiled of women aged between 18 and 40 who were unemployed or earned less than a certain amount of money, and each week the government randomly selected a list of 1,000 such women and declared them legal to rape, for that week only. 

To prevent the women from simply hiding in their houses, their bank accounts were frozen, their mobile phone service was interrupted, and their electronic house door locks – mandatorily registered with the government – would no longer allow them access to shelter.  The GPS chip that every woman was required to have would broadcast their current location to the entire world. 

Calista was prettier than the average girl, with a body that invited sex to even the casual viewer, and she knew what was in store for her.  She would spend the next week being raped, and raped again.  Some of it by stranger, yes.  But some of it by people she knew, who would see her on the list, and take the opportunity to indulge their fantasies by stuffing their cocks brutally into all her holes and filling her with their cum. 

And after the week was over she would have to smile at those people, and remain their friend, because taking punitive action against her rapists was a very serious criminal offence. 

When she realised she was on the list, her first instinct was to run.  But it wouldn’t work.  The government infomercials were very explicit about explaining this to women.   The chip meant that she *would* be found – and even attempting to remove the chip would entitle her to far more serious punishment than repeated rape.   

She had to accept her fate.   She *was* going to be violated.   It was going to happen, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. 

And so she did what the government infomercials had trained her to do – she tried to think slutty thoughts.   She tried to fantasise about her impending rape.  She tried to get her pussy nice and wet, so that her rape would be painless, and possibly even pleasant. 

And because Calista was very talented, and very clever, by the time a group of her co-workers found her, and held her down and ripped off her clothes, she was very wet indeed…

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