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Gabrielle arrived at the Crown residence at 6 pm on the dot. It had been a long drive from the university – especially with her unusual instructions – and Gabrielle had been shaking with fear and anxiety the entire way.
The journey had been triggered by an email. She didn’t recognise the address, but given its content, it could only have come from one person – Melissa Crown, the buxom woman who had raped, humiliated and blackmailed Gabrielle at the university two months ago. (Gabrielle had no way of knowing it was actually Melissa’s son, Ethan, who had sent it.)
The email read:
“I want to see you at my house at 6 pm this Sunday. You will meet me and my son Ethan, and you will report on your progress in ruining your girlfriend’s life. Bring all relevant film footage and files with you.
If you have done well, I will have no further need of you, and release you.
On your trip to my house, you will wear no clothes other than a tight white shirt and high heels. During the trip, on the stroke of every hour between 12 noon and 5 pm you will stop what you are doing – pulling over and parking your car if necessary – and masturbate to the edge of orgasm while thinking about what a disgusting traitorous lesbian slut you are. You will not allow yourself to cum, and only stop masturbating when any further stimulation would give you an orgasm.
When you arrive at my house, you will agree with every proposition put to you, no matter what it is, and if the proposition is demeaning or humiliating, you will also repeat it back, out loud, in your own voice.”
And there was a video file attached to the email. It began with the footage of Gabrielle telling Melissa, “My name is Gabrielle Penrose, and I like licking pussies.” And then it progressed to footage of Gabrielle and Melissa fucking, and of Melissa pissing on Gabrielle’s face.
It made Gabrielle shiver in fear. The footage was enough to destroy her social life and her relationship with Kay. It might get her expelled from university. And it would forever end her relationship with her parents – who didn’t know she was a lesbian, and who would certainly react with horror and disgust to learning of it.
And so she did as she was told, even though there was surely no way anyone could tell if she didn’t. She put on the white shirt and the heels before leaving her university dorm – already blushing at the way her nipples were visible through the shirt, and the way that it only just came down below her ass and pussy. And on the long drive to the Crown residence, she stopped every hour and masturbated to thoughts of how disgusting she was for betraying her girlfriend (and teacher) Kay.
By the time she reached her destination she was in an embarrassing state of high arousal. She had been scared, in coming here, that the woman Melissa would rape her again – but now the idea of tongueing Melissa’s cunt, or having Melissa lick hers, seemed actively attractive. Gabrielle wanted – needed – to cum.
She knocked on the door of the Crown house, and it was answered by Melissa – but this wasn’t Melissa as Gabrielle had seen her at the university.
Melissa was wearing a long, elegant skirt and high heels – but above the waist she was nude. Further, there were elastic bands around the bases of her large tits, making them bulge lewdly, and there were round metal weights hanging from cruel clamps attached to her nipples. Someone had written “DUMB” on her left breast in marker and “CUNT” on her right breast.
“Ah, Gabrielle,” said Melissa, blushing furiously. “Come in.”
Gabrielle hesitated. She looked at Melissa’s bare, abused tits. “What’s going on?” she asked.
“Oh, my son Ethan was just encouraging me to meet new people online,” said Melissa. “I was doing a video date with a nice man in London. I dressed like this so I’d get his attention. And because…” She blushed deeper. “Because I’m a dumb cunt, there are only a few topics that I can talk about. So I was having a chat about why I’m stupid, and about why women are inferior to men, and about how much I enjoy being raped.”
She looked down at the floor. “Ethan says I should do a date like that every day, now, to help improve my conversation skills.”
Gabrielle was taken aback. She had already known this woman was dangerous and crazy, from her meeting with her at the university, but this was another level again – slutty, and self-abusing, just to begin with. She didn’t want to enter this woman’s house.
But Melissa seemed to come to her senses – and she immediately reminded Gabrielle that she didn’t have a choice.
“Anyway,” she said, “come in, and let’s talk about what you’ve been doing for me, and we’ll see whether it’s enough to keep your slutty lesbian lusts a secret.”
Gabrielle blushed and followed Melissa inside.
If she had thought she would be led to a lounge or dining area, she was wrong. Melissa took her to the garage – and Gabrielle again felt a flush of fear as she saw the metal structures that had been erected within, and particularly a collection of metal bars, located next to some kind of industrial machinery.
“Strip,” said Melissa. “Take off that slutty shirt.”
“Why?” asked Gabrielle. But she knew why.
“Because I want to taste your cunt while you talk,” said Melissa. “Strip.”
With no real options, Gabrielle obeyed, removing her shirt to remove her perfect tits.
“Over here,” said Melissa, and led her to the bars. She had Gabrielle bend at the waist under the first bar, and then lean forward between three more bars – two beneath her and one above. Gabrielle felt her tits slip easily between the two lower bars, to hang down towards the ground.
Melissa pulled Gabrielle’s legs apart, and fitted her ankles into cuffs near the ground. Then she pulled Gabrielle’s wrists back, so that Gabrielle’s weight rested on those two lower bars, and bound her hands to the side of the frame. Gabrielle was now helpless, her cunt and ass exposed, her tits hanging down.
“In my handbag,” said Gabrielle, awkwardly, “there’s a USB. It’s the information I collected for you.”
Melissa went to Gabrielle’s handbag, sorted through it, and found the data stick. Then she called out, “Daddy! She’s ready!”
The garage door opened and a young man walked in. He was nude, and his cock was hard.
“This is my son – my daddy – Ethan,” explained Melissa, blushing.
“And I’m the one who’s really in control here,” said Ethan. He was carrying a laptop, which he set atop a chair near the frame that held Gabrielle. He took the USB from Melissa, and inserted it into the computer.
Then he turned back to his mother.
“Down, bitch,” he commanded – and Melissa dropped to all fours like a trained dog.
“Lick the lesbian’s pussy,” he instructed, and Melissa crawled over to behind Gabrielle, rose to kneeling position, and began to tongue Gabrielle’s twat.
Gabrielle moaned with violation and lust.
“What’s on the USB, cunt?” asked Ethan.
“There’s three folders,” said Gabrielle. “The first is all her personal documents from her computer, including passwords to all her online accounts. The second is the contents of her phone, including photographs. And the third is photos and videos that I’ve taken of her. There’s lots of footage of the two of us fucking, some nudes of her. But within that folder there’s a subfolder called ‘Gold’, and I think that’s what you want. It’s four photos that will destroy her career.”
Ethan immediately navigated to these photos on the USB.
The first photo showed Kay, completely nude, in the university library. It must have been after hours. She was between two shelves of books kneeling on the floor, and spreading her pussy open for the camera, even as she teased her clit with one finger. There was an expression of slutty delight on her face.
“I got her really drunk one night,” said Gabrielle. “And we played a game of dares, and she lost, and she had to do this. She was too drunk to really think about what it meant that I was photographing her. And the next day she didn’t even remember it had happened.”
The second photo showed Kay, still on her knees, gazing up at another woman, who was standing over her with her legs spread. It was clear that Kay’s gaze was on the woman’s cunt, and her tongue was half-extended ready to lick. The second woman was obviously Gabrielle, but she wasn’t identifiable from the photo.
“She would get fired in an instant just from engaging in sexual behaviour in the library,” said Gabrielle. “Let alone the rest of it.”
“The rest of it” started with the third picture – which showed a very drunk Kay squatting nude over a book titled “Feminist Theory and the Truth Worth of Women”. Her legs were spread – and she was pissing, soaking the book (and the library carpet) in her urine. The expression on her face showed that not only was she sexually aroused, but that she thought that this was a hilarious joke.
It was the sort of photo that, once you’d seen it, you could never truly respect the person it depicted ever again.
And then there was the fourth photo.
“After she did that – pissed on the book, that is,” said Gabrielle, “I told her that people were going to see the mess she’d made, and know it was her. And we didn’t have any time to find a mop and bucket. So I suggested she do… that.”
The photo showed Kay, still nude, on all fours, desperately licking at the puddle of piss on the carpet with her tongue.
Gabrielle was gasping with every word now. Melissa was licking her cunt very effectively, and Gabrielle could feel an orgasm approaching.
“Very good, cunt,” said Ethan appreciatively. “This is everything we need to own Kay. You’ve done well.”
Gabrielle moaned with guilt. She tried to look at Melissa, between her legs, but couldn’t quite tilt her head in the right direction.
“You’re going to… enslave Kay?” she asked, in Melissa’s direction. “Or… let your son do it? This is sick…”
Ethan stood, and slapped Gabrielle across the face.
“Don’t talk to her,” he said. “She doesn’t have anything happening in her brain that anyone cares about. “And yes, I’m going to make your girlfriend my slave. If you’re very good, I’ll let you come and rape her sometimes once she’s enslaved.”
Gabrielle moaned again, knowing that she was helping that to happen. She was assisting a man to enslave her lesbian girlfriend. Because she was too scared to let her own sexual orientation become public knowledge.
“The bitch told you to help ruin her life in other ways,” said Ethan. “What else have you done?”
“I replaced her birth control with diuretics, like you said,” gasped Gabrielle. “She has no idea. She’s fertile – and she’s lost control of her bladder in public twice. Once was while giving a lecture. No one saw because she was behind a lectern but she had to stay standing there until everyone had left so no one saw her wet skirt or the puddle she was standing in. She’s so embarrassed and she has no idea why it’s happening.”
“Good girl,” said Ethan. “What else?”
“I took one of the other pictures of her naked,” said Gabrielle, “and distributed it to her male students and some of her male colleagues. She has no idea that all the men she sees during her day have seen her naked. I’ve drawn cartoons of her in all the male toilets where she’s sucking cock or being fucked.“
“Go on,” said Ethan. He was clearly pleased – but also clearly this wasn’t enough for Gabrielle to win her freedom.
“I’ve sabotaged her clothes,” said Gabrielle. “Weakened seams and fastenings. Her skirt fell off while she was crossing the arts courtyard yesterday and everyone saw her panties. And her blouse popped open during a tutorial last week. And…”
She paused. Because the next thing – the last thing – was unambiguously a crime.
“Go on,” said Ethan again.
“I took her credit card,” said Gabrielle, “and used it to buy things. I bought her a subscription to two heterosexual rape porn sites, and a bestiality site. I set up a regular donation to a group that advocates legalising the rape of women, and to another group that wants lesbians to be subjected to corrective rape to make them straight. She doesn’t check her finances often, so I don’t think she’ll notice until she runs out of money on her credit card – and by that point she will have been paying for these for months. I think she might even be too embarrassed by them to try and cancel them once she discovers them. All the records of her payments are on the USB.”
Ethan smiled. “Good girl, cunt,” he said. “I think that’s enough.”
He looked down at Melissa. “Well, bitch?” he asked. “Are you excited that you’re finally going to get to rape your sister?”
Gabrielle jumped. Melissa was Kay’s sister? This young man was Kay’s nephew? This was all so twisted….
But something else was on her mind. Melissa’s insistent tongueing of her twat was about to have its natural consequence.
“I’m going to…” Gabrielle moaned. “I’m going to cum.”
“Oh, good,” said Ethan. “Then it’s time for you to get what you deserve.”
He walked around to behind Gabrielle, and watched as Melissa brought the blonde lesbian to the edge of orgasm.
And then, just as it was clear Gabrielle was about to cum, he pushed Melissa away, and shoved his cock into Gabrielle’s cunt.
Gabrielle screamed. She was too close to the edge – and the violation, if anything, pushed her over the edge. She felt herself experiencing her first-ever orgasm from a man’s cock.
Ethan laughed, and slapped her ass, and then began raping her.
“You know, you’re the first bitch other than my mother that I’ve raped,” said Ethan. “Your cunt is tighter than hers. I like it.”
“You said you’d let me go,” said Gabrielle weakly, still shaking from her orgasm.
“The bitch made you a promise,” said Ethan. “But the words of bitches are worthless. You shouldn’t have believed her. But don’t worry, I’m going to honour the spirit of it. You were promised that your parents would never suspect you’re a lesbian – and we’re going to make sure they don’t.”
Gabrielle breathed a shuddering sigh of relief.
“You’re going to have a boyfriend,” said Ethan. “You’re going to start dating my friend Cole. He’s still in high school so that might be a bit embarrassing for you, but you’ll cope. And you’re going to fuck Cole whenever he wants – and also fuck the rest of my friends. You’re going to do it without birth control, and you’re going to do it until you get pregnant.”
Gabrielle started to scream with horror.
“Don’t worry, cunt,” said Ethan. “The garage is soundproofed. Once you have a rape baby inside you, no one will ever suspect you of being a lesbian. We’re doing you a favour, really. And I think you’ll look really cute with a baby inside you, don’t you?”
He looked down at Melissa. “Go and masturbate to those pictures of your sister,” he told her. “I won’t need you until it’s time to lick this bitch’s cunt clean.”
“Yes, daddy,” said Melissa, and crawled obediently over to the computer.
“I think I’m going to keep you all night,” said Ethan to Gabrielle. “I want to try each of your holes at least once. I know you’re a lesbian, so just think about how I’m going to rape your girlfriend, and try to enjoy it…”
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