Story: Riley’s Documentation, Part 7

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Only twenty-four hours ago, Riley would never have believed that she would be stripped naked by officers of the state, or that they would be allowed by law to subject her pussy and breasts to a series of humiliating and painful inspections and tests.  She would have assumed that she had rights, and dignity, and that such a degrading procedure would never be permitted. 

But twenty-four hours ago Riley would also have thought that she would never orgasm from being raped by the cock of a man she hated while her tits were being tortured.   

And she had done just that – so what did that say about her beliefs and opinions? 

She was still hanging in the testing frame, bent forward at the waist, tits hanging downwards, legs spread, ass and cunt pointing in the direction of the hated Tristan, who had just made her cum by raping her with his cock. 

The officers were now moving to place large plastic cups over her breasts.  These were connected to tubes, which themselves attached to a machine of medium size which they had wheeled out on a trolley from a cabinet. 

“A bitch’s udders are designed to produce milk,” said the female officer.  “Therefore a bitch who is not lactating is not fulfilling her biological purpose, and may be regarded as worthless.” 

The male officer explained further, as he pressed the cup against her aching breast.  “We understand that not all bitches have been trained to lactate, because of the toxic culture of feminism in this country prior to the passage of the new laws.  We’ll give you a fair chance to produce milk, but if you’re unable, then you’ll be referred for prescription of prolactin, to help you lactate, or otherwise for impregnation, which will serve the same purpose.” 

Impregnation?  Riley had already discovered how helpless she was, strapped to this frame, but she couldn’t help but make a further attempt to pull at her bonds.  She didn’t want to get pregnant – and she certainly didn’t want the government to simply decree that she would be impregnated!  

 The female officer flicked a switch on the machine, and the cups made a sucking sound and clamped down onto Riley’s tits.  Then they began to rhythmically pump, first the left, then the right, then the left again, sucking at Riley’s breasts.  Riley moaned.  It felt good, in a way – but it hurt a little as well. 

“We’re going to leave this breast pump running on you for four hours,” said the male officer.  “We have some paperwork and other matters to attend to.  We’ll come back and see you when it’s done – and find out how much milk you’ve produced, if any.” 

“Please,” she said.  “I’m not lactating.  There won’t be any.” 

“We’ll see,” said the male officer.   

He finished adjusting the machine, and then said, “We’re leaving your boyfriend here to supervise you until we return.” 

“He’s not my…” Riley began, and then gave up.  The officers wouldn’t listen.  She watched as they collected their things and departed, leaving Riley strapped to the frame, the machine sucking at her tits, and with Tristan grinning at her from across the room. 

“You look good like that, Kitten,” he said, once the door was closed. 

“Oh, shut up,” said Riley.  “I don’t care what they’ve made me do.  I hate you, and I wish you were dead.” 

He nodded, as if understanding what she was saying.  Then he stood up, walked over to her – and slapped her across the face. 

“Do you know that’s legal now?” he said.  “To do to any woman, for any reason?  If a woman displeases you, you can just slap her across the face, until she learns her lesson.” 

He slapped her again. 

“Do you want me to stop slapping you, Kitten?” he asked. 

“Fuck you,” she said. 

He slapped her again. 

“Well?” he asked. 

She didn’t answer, so he slapped her a fourth time. 

“Fine,” she said.  “Please.  Stop slapping me.” 

He slapped her a fifth time. 

“Try harder,” he said.  “Show some respect.  And some acknowledgement of what a cunt you are.” 

“Please stop slapping me!” she begged. 

Slap.  It was beginning to hurt now. 

She struggled to think.  “Please, sir,” she said.  “Stop slapping me.”  She thought a moment more.  “I’m sorry I was acting like a bitch.” 

It galled her to say that, but she recognised that she was helpless. 

“You’re forgiven,” said Tristan.  He then unzipped his pants, took out his cock, and pushed it against her face.  Unable to move away, Riley was forced to take it into her mouth and suck. 

“I’ve got a case of blue balls, because they wouldn’t let me cum in your pussy,” said Tristan.  “Why don’t you take care of it, and I’ll explain to you the real dilemma you’re in?” 

Riley couldn’t speak, only suck. 

“As a result of the new laws, Kitten, women only have value in terms of the pleasure they can bring to men,” Tristan said, pushing his cock deeper into Riley’s face.  “What you need to understand is that your life in this country from now on is going to be entirely about serving men.  And your life *will* be in this country.  They don’t let women travel unescorted anymore.  When you get out of this procedure, you will discover that your passport has already been cancelled.” 

Riley moaned in distress around her mouthful of dick. 

“Now, there are five ways that you can serve men,” said Tristan.  “The first is in the way that most single women do now, under the new laws – by dressing attractively, inviting men to rape you, and undergoing a regular training schedule designed to improve your sexual responsiveness and obedience.  You can look forward to being regularly raped by a revolving door of men who know you, or who have just seen you on the street and liked the look of you.” 

“Sluts of particular sexual skill are often drafted as state prostitutes,” Tristan went on.  “Their job is to be constantly available to fulfill the most exotic, degrading and violent fantasies of men.  They’re sometimes called upon to teach their skills to other women, as well, or otherwise help teach their fellow bitches to be submissive sluts.” 

“Sluts with desirable genetic traits are sometimes pressed into service as breeders,” Tristan continued.  “If you’re a breeder, you will be kept constantly pregnant for the rest of your life.  Being a breeder doesn’t preclude you from serving men in other ways, though.” 

He reached down and tapped the cup over Riley’s left tit.  “Good milkers may have a future on a slut farm,” he said.  “There’s quite the market now for human breast milk, and you can be a breeder at the same time.  Would you like that, Riley – being kept in a barn, on all fours, nude, with dozens of other big-titted cows like you?” 

He laughed.  “But I don’t think you’re going to make enough milk for that, are you?” 

He seemed to expect an answer, so Riley tried to shake her head while still sucking on his cock.  The wiggling motion seemed to please him, and she felt his cock twitch in her mouth. 

“But the fifth path, Kitten, is the one that you’ll want,” Tristan said.  “And that’s the one where you’re owned by a single man.  You become his property.  And then you don’t have to fuck any other men unless your owner wants you to.” 

Riley couldn’t take it all in.  She had thought that if she somehow got through this humiliating procedure that she could go about a normal life – or leave the country again – but what Tristan was telling her was that a life of sexual servitude awaited her no matter what happened here. 

“Perhaps you’re thinking that some other man might come forward to own you,” said Tristan.  “Perhaps your father?  Or some male friend?  Well, the first thing you know is that any prospective owner has to publicly fuck you and sexually degrade you, to prove that they will treat you in the manner a woman deserves.  So you perhaps don’t want that to be your father.” 

He laughed, but it was a ragged laugh – he was clearly getting close to cumming. 

“But in any event, anyone who wants to put in a claim to own you must do so within 36 hours of your arrival in the country,” said Tristan.  “And you’re not allowed to use a phone, and literally no one knows you’re here except me.  So I’m afraid it’s me, or nothing.” 

Riley’s tits were really beginning to ache now from the constant suction.  She found herself moaning around Tristan’s cock. 

And, just like that, Tristan was cumming.  Riley felt his semen flood her mouth, and she began to swallow convulsively, certain that Tristan would punish her if she let any drip from her mouth to the floor. 

“Good Kitten,” sighed Tristran, stroking her hair.  He left his cock in her until she had sucked the last of the cum from it, then pulled out and wiped it clean on her cheeks. 

“So which is it, Kitten?” he asked.  “Do you want to be owned by me?  Or do you want to go to the rape brothels?” 

She looked at him.  “I feel like being owned by you might be worse,” she said. 

“I can assure you that it is not,” said Tristan.  “But how about I make you a deal?  You’re not that interesting, Kitten, and after I’ve fucked you for a while and had my fun, I’m probably going to get bored of you.  So here’s what I’m offering you.  You’ll belong to me for one year, and I’ll do whatever I want with you in that time.  But at the end, we’ll go on a trip, you and I, to a foreign country – one where the government doesn’t enslave women – and I’ll leave you there.  I’ll tell the government here that you ran away.  They’ll look for you, of course, but you’ll be overseas, and if you’re clever they’ll never find you.  You can go and hide back in the rainforest, or whatever suits you.” 

“How do I know you’ll keep your end of the bargain?” asked Riley. 

“You don’t,” said Tristan.  “But like I said, you’re really not that interesting, and I *will* grow bored of you.  Whereas the rape brothels will never let you go.” 

She hated it.  She hated everything about this.  She hated the steadily growing pain in her tits as the machine mercilessly kept trying to milk her.  She hated the taste of his cum in her mouth.  And she hated the way her pussy had gotten wet again as she sucked on him. 

“Fine,” she said.  “One year with you.  And then you let me go.” 

He laughed.  “All right,” he said.  “So you want that deal.  Now prove that you want it.” 

She was confused.  “What do you mean?” 

“I want you to think back through your entire relationship with me,” he said, “and think of all the times you were a bitch to me and rejected my interest in you.  And I want you to apologise and tell me what you should have done instead.” 

“You have got to be kidding,” said Riley. 

“I’m not,” said Tristan.  “Just think of at least ten occasions.  And if you can’t – or won’t – then I’ll let you go to the brothels after all.  I may not own you, but I’ll still be able to fuck you.” 

She pouted in fury.  But she was stuck. 

“When we first met,” she began, “and you told me I had amazing tits, and that I’d look good with your cum on them, I’m sorry that I said you were a creep and told you to fuck off.  I should have thanked you for the compliment.” 

“Good Kitten,” said Tristan.  “Keep going.” 

“And when you said that I looked like I’d be fun to rape, I’m sorry I slapped you,” she went on.  “I should have, again, thanked you for the compliment.” 

“Very good,” said Tristan.  “You’re forgiven.” 

“And I’m sorry I told you – again – to fuck off, when you begged me for a date or a kiss or a fuck,” she said.  “I should have gone on a date with you and kissed you and spread my legs for you like a good girl.” 

“I didn’t *beg* you for anything, Kitten,” said Tristan.  “I told you that you were going to go on a date with me.  And you were disobedient.” 

That wasn’t Riley’s recollection.  But she said, “I’m sorry I was disobedient, sir.  And I should have asked you to punish me for my disobedience.” 

“Next,” demanded Tristan. 

“I’m sorry I threatened you with a Taser to make you go away,” said Riley.  “I should have…” – she tried to think what she should have done – “I should have used the Taser on myself.” 

“On your cunt, Kitten,” he said. 

“Yes, sir, I should have Tasered my own cunt,” said Riley, blushing fiercely. 

She had to stop for a moment, to moan.  Her tits hurt so much.  She looked down at the cups – and was surprised to see a little white fluid in each. 

“Colostrum,” said Tristan.  “The very first hint of lactation.  We probably won’t see any more than that today – but it shows that your udders do want to behave themselves.  Well done, Kitten.” 

“Thank you, sir,” blushed Riley.  “And I’m…. I’m sorry I walked away from you when you started shouting at me in public that I was a whore and a fuckdoll.  I should have stood still and listened until you were done, and admitted that you were right.” 

“And thanked me for the compliments,” Tristan prompted. 

“And thanked you for the compliments,” Riley agreed.  “And when you sent me letters describing your sexual fantasies about me, I should have read them and masturbated, instead of throwing them in the bin.  I’m sorry, sir.” 

“Forgiven,” Tristan said. 

“And when you parked outside my house and took photos of me through my windows,” Riley said, “‘I’m sorry I closed the curtains instead of posing for you.” 

“That’s eight,” said Tristan.  “Two to go.” 

“When you sent my friends and employers letters about what a disgusting slut I was,” said Riley, “I’m sorry I said they weren’t true, instead of admitting to them.  And… I’m sorry I got a restraining order against you.  I should have seen that I’d be better off with you, and given myself to you body and soul.” 

“Ten,” said Tristan.  “Well done, Kitten.  I can see you’re learning already.  And given that you’re learning…” 

He leaned towards her and smiled.  “I think we have a deal.”

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