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Alyona could barely believe that practicing to be an international tennis champion had ever *not* been demeaning.
Her practice each day would start with a violent gang-rape by two or three fans who had paid for the privilege of fucking her. They would fuck her at the same time, simultaneously penetrating two or three of her holes, and then afterwards she would go out to practice with their semen shining wetly on her face and tits, or dripping from her pussy or anus.
For practice itself she would be completely nude, except for some combination of demeaning sex toys – possibly a gag, or a vibrator in her fuckhole or ass, or weights hanging from her nipples or clitoris. The degrading slogans of her sponsors would be scrawled on her tits and ass in permanent marker. She would put in hours of training in this arrangement – always enough to drive her to the edge of exhaustion, but in any case the training would not stop until she had managed to orgasm from pain and humiliation while practicing.
Then she would be gang-raped by another two to three paying fans. And the whole ordeal would be filmed and uploaded to the internet for the enjoyment of a paying worldwide audience. At the end, crying and covered with sperm, Alyona would look into the camera and explain how she deserved to be raped – just like all women – and how she was stupid, like an animal, and she would thank her sponsors – Titcage, who worked to enslave and rape all women; Discipline Dildo, who produced painful and degrading masturbation toys; and RapeVideosXXX, where fans could enjoying watching women just like Alyona being raped for their entertainment.
Despite it all, Alyona felt like her tennis game *was* improving from this humiliating training regime, and she thanked Scott twice every day by sucking his cock.
In fact, so much of her life now revolved around serving, and being penetrated by, male cocks that she found it hard to remember why she had ever identified as a lesbian.
She still fucked her casual girlfriend Maria – but she wished she didn’t have to. Scott had begun giving her an injection each day, right in her clitoris, that had the effect of making her clit so sensitive that even the slightest stimulation was painful. And when she saw Maria, she was required to tell Maria that she was desperate for Maria to suck vigorously on her clitoris. The resulting sex was agonising for Alyona, and she began to fear and want to avoid these lesbian encounters.
The injection to her clitoris wasn’t just to torture her. It was a drug that was going to help her become stupider – in the way that Etrebor expected women to be. It would interfere with her thought processes and make her less intelligent and more compliant.
Alyona was scared of this, but Scott would soothe her and tell her it was just temporary, and it could stop after she came back from Etrebor. And after a few doses, this seemed reasonable to Alyona, and she stopped protesting.
He also helped her become stupider by removing all the reading material from her house, and setting all her devices with parental controls so that they could only access two kinds of content – material that was suitable for preschoolers, and rape porn. She could no longer send emails, or read the news, or check her bank balance, and had to ask Scott for all these things. All she could look at herself was fluffy cartoon animals doing simple colourful dances, or screaming big-ttited women being raped.
After two weeks of this, Scott tested Alyona by showing her some complex words that she would once have understood – “feminism” and “misogyny” – and Alyona realised that not only did she not know what the words meant, but she could not even remember the names for the letters that constituted them.
Scott assured her that at the end of a full month of treatment with the drug, she would no longer be able to read the English language at all.
Eventually the fateful day came when a sealed envelope arrived from the Etreborian Tennis Commission, containing the answer to whether Alyona would be allowed to compete in the country.
Alyona couldn’t understand the writing on the letter – was it in English? Or Etreborian? And so she had to get Scott to read it to her.
He was excited. “Congratulations, cunt!” he told her. “You’re allowed into the country! All you need is to make a formal name change, and do the marriage paperwork, and we can board the plane next week for the tournament!”
“Name change?” asked Alyona. “Marriage?” She didn’t understand.
“You can only enter Etrebor alongside a supervising male,” said Scott. “And that can be a male relative, or a husband, or your formal owner under Etreborian law. So for me to bring you into the country, you’ll need to marry me. It won’t have any effect or give you any rights under local law, but it will make you my property for the duration of your stay in Etrebor. And we can do your name change at the same time as the marriage. Your legal name here needs to match the name you’ll be known by in Etrebor, and Etrebor has a very strict naming convention. You’ll be the Rapeable Cunt zol Scott, meaning you’re the most important woman in my property – because the cunt is the most important part of your body.”
“My legal name will be Cunt?” asked Alyona in horror.
“That’s right,” said Scott. “But you can change it again when you come back from Etrebor.”
He took her to the registry that very day to get the name change, and she ended up with a new birth certificate that listed her name as “Cunt zol Scott”. Scott helped her fill out forms to apply for new bankcards, identification, and an urgent passport in her new name. He then helped her change her social media profiles to her new name, and to ask her friends and acquaintances to not “deadname” her by calling her Alyona, and only refer to her by her new name of “Cunt”.
Her marriage was even more humiliating. Scott insisted that the wedding take a format that was currently very popular in Etrebor. He made her invite all her acquaintances and family – but he chose her bridesmaids, as it was the Etreborian custom for a male to tell a woman who her friends were. And the bridesmaids he chose were a pair of ridiculously buxom blonde porn stars named Alexa and Jenny.
He had Alexa and Jenny fuck Alyona constantly for the 24 hours before the ceremony – and livestreamed all of it to her paying fans. The two bridesmaids were under instructions that the sex should be as painful and degrading and unpleasant for Alyona as possible – to help her learn to prefer serving a cock over any form of lesbian encounter – but that Alyona was also to be kept in a state of heightened arousal, but prevented from orgasming.
By the time of the ceremony, Alyona was a mewling, wet-cunted mess. She was humiliated, her cunt and tits were in pain from being stimulated and tortured by her bridesmaids, she was sleep deprived, and she was desperate to cum.
Her bridesmaids showered her, did her make-up, and put her into her wedding dress – which was nothing but a veil, high heels, and white stockings, with a dog collar around her neck. She entered the church on all fours, crawling, her bare tits hanging beneath her, as Scott led her by a leash attached to her collar.
At the altar, he slapped her across the face as she knelt in front of him. There were four hard slaps – the customary amount – and then he took out his cock and forced it into her mouth and began to facefuck her in front of the crowd.
As she sucked his cock, he recited his vows – to treat her like the animal she was, to discipline her, to never ask her opinion, to keep her in her proper place as a cock-worshipping fuckslave. Then he recited her vows for her, as a woman couldn’t be trusted to remember complex words at an important ceremony. The vows were to serve Scott’s cock, to never try and think for herself, to please Scott through her pain and humiliation, to remember that the only important parts of her were her tits, her cunt and her womb, and to actively seek out her own abuse and degradation and that of other women. She would repeat those words herself, over coming nights, as Scott fucked her, until she had learned them by heart.
When Scott had finished speaking, Alyona’s two bridesmaids approached him, and began kissing him. They bared their tits for Scott to play with, and he enjoyed making out with them as Alyona serviced his cock. This was to symbolise that Scott was the most important thing – the only important thing – in Alyona’s life, but that Alyona was completely unimportant to Scott except as an object to ejaculate into, and that she should not expect to be the most significant woman in Scott’s life merely because she was married to him.
Finally, Scott ejaculated into Alyona’s mouth, sealing the marriage, and everyone was free to move onto the reception, which would feature the traditional spanking of Alyona’s cunt, ass and tits. The bridesmaids would eat slices of the wedding cake that had been stuffed up Alyona’s pussy, and then any of Alyona’s acquaintances or family who had ever held a sexual interest in her would be invited to fuck her.
Alyona knew by the end of it that no one who had ever known her would now ever look at her without remembering her spreading her pussy to the crowd so that her bridesmaids could stuff wedding cake up it, or thinking of her bending over so that her own uncle could fuck her ass, or recalling how she had masturbated to orgasm while Scott had beaten her tits with a wooden paddle. This was the version of her that they would remember forever.
Nor would Alyona forget how everyone present had eagerly stared at her tits and pussy instead of her face, or how they had all happily called her “Cunt”, with not one of them using her birth name.
But it would all be worth it, she told herself. It was just a necessary sacrifice in the name of her career. She would be the best female tennis player of her generation…
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