Crystal couldn’t believe it when Sydney started hitting on her in the lesbian bar. Clearly Sydney had no idea who she was – a possibility, as Crystal had dyed her hair and gotten a boob job in the last two years – or the bitch had just never paid attention to whose life she was ruining.
Sydney had been the one to drive Crystal out of the local lesbian scene. As queen bee of the small town dyke clique, Sydney had been a worshipper at the cult of “gold star lesbianism” – that is, that the only real lesbians were ones who had never fucked a man. Crystal had had *one threesome* with a couple, and then only to get her hands on the gorgeous tits of the woman, and Sydney had never let her forget it.
Now Crystal was back in town for the first time in 18 months, and Sydney was basically sticking her tongue down Crystal’s mouth. At first Crystal was repulsed, but then a very specific fantasy began to run in her mind, and she started kissing Sydney back, and then they started making out and feeling each other’s tits, and by a little after midnight they were back at Sydney’s house fucking like bunnies.
Crystal was fairly sure Sydney had no idea who she was, but she gave her a fake name anyway – “Cynthia” – and the two started dating. Their sex was hot – even if Sydney had no idea Crystal was hate-fucking her – and things moved fast, and within the month Crystal had moved in to Sydney’s apartment.
That was when her real work began. She set up tiny secret cameras around the house, to record Sydney in the toilet, in the shower, and (most importantly) when Crystal was fucking her. She encouraged Sydney to masturbate facing the cameras (of course, she didn’t know the cameras were there), and to say things because they turned Crystal on, like, “I’m a stupid bitch slut,” and “Oh god, I need to be raped.” Crystal didn’t mind if she turned up in those videos herself – she was much less precious about her privacy than Sydney.
Every day while Sydney was at work, Crystal edited this footage into a pornographic montage and uploaded it to “Sydney Is A Slut”, dot com.
As Crystal got to know more of Sydney’s life, she kept an eye out for the men who had obvious crushes on the lesbian, or who might be interested in fucking her, if she were to be available. She sounded these men out, testing for which ones could keep a secret, and to the most promising candidates she distributed access codes to her new porn website, so they could all enjoy Sydney’s most intimate sexual moments.
When the men started coming to her, and asking her how she got the footage, and asking if Sydney knew, she would frankly tell them that they had violated Sydney’s privacy, that Sydney didn’t know, but that what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.
Then she would ask, “Speaking of that, would you want to non-consensually fuck Sydney if she would never know you did it, and there were zero consequences for you?”
It turned out most of them did, which was good, because Crystal had started replacing Sydney’s birth control with sugar pills weeks ago. Now she started mixing tranquilizers into Sydney’s dinner. Shortly after supper each night, Sydney would pass out, and be unwakeable till the next morning. Crystal would strip Sydney naked, put make-up on her, and lubricate her cunt, and shortly thereafter one of Sydney’s male friends would arrive at the door. They would pay Crystal a couple of hundred dollars, and Crystal would let them fuck the unconscious Sydney and ejaculate in her pussy.
When they were gone, she would push the cum as far up inside Sydney as she could, and then lick the exterior of the little bitch’s cunt clean, before editing the footage of the rape to upload to Sydney’s website.
During the day, Crystal told Sydney she was auditioning for a play. She told her it was about a psychologist who dealt with sexually deviant woman. She got Sydney to help her practice. Sydney, of course, played the woman.
“I just love being raped,” Sydney read enthusiastically. She was a natural centre of attention, and loved the chance to be dramatic. “I fantasise every day about men coming to rape me in my sleep.” She paused. “Ew, men? Why can’t the women in this play have fucked up *lesbian* fantasies?”
“Just read the lines,” said Crystal.
“I want men to just use me while I’m asleep, cum inside me, impregnate me,” she said. She paused. “Do you want me to read the next girl as well?”
“Yes, please,” said Crystal.
“I pretend I’m a lesbian,” Sydney said, “but I just say that to get men interested. I tell them I’m not into guys, even as I tease their cocks, in the hope that they’ll just push me down and *force* me. There is no lie I wouldn’t tell to feel the pleasure of a man’s cock raping me.” She stopped. “This woman is awful. Fake lesbians are the worst. Does something bad happen to her at the end?”
“She gets raped a lot and impregnated,” said Crystal. “Go on and read the next girl, where she confesses she lied about being raped to get attention.”
Sydney’s site started to get fans. Crystal invited them to send “tribute” to a locked post office box, in the form of tied condoms filled with their sperm. These began to arrive in growing number, and Crystal made good use of them. She emptied three to four of them into Sydney’s cunt every night, and mixed the rest into the dinner and drinks she fed to her girlfriend.
“This creamy pasta sauce is good,” said Sydney one night, a smear of cum glistening on her upper lip, and her eyes already starting to glaze over from the tranquilisers.. “What’s in it?”
“A secret recipe,” said Crystal.
In the end, it took Sydney two months to realise she was pregnant, and a further two weeks to confess it to Crystal.
“I don’t know how it happened!” she wailed “I don’t fuck men! Really I don’t!”
“Oh, I know how,” said Crystal. And she played Sydney the most recent video from her porn website. It showed Sydney, completely nude, being vigorously fucked while asleep by her own brother, Mark, who had turned out to be one of the most enthusiastic repeat customers for Sydney’s unwitting prostitution career.
“I want men to use me while I’m asleep,” said Sydney’s voice over the top of the footage. “I pretend I’m a lesbian, but I just say that to get men interested. I tease their cocks. I hope for the pleasure of a man’s cock raping me.”
On the couch, Sydney’s mouth fell open into a wide “O” of shock.
“Good, isn’t it?” said Crystal. “Maybe you don’t remember me, but I’m Crystal, the girl you made fun of for not being a gold star lesbian. But you’ve had way more cocks than me now, Sydney. You’ve been raped every night for months. You’ve fucked almost every man you know, without even realising it. Every man in town knows what a slut you are – but the lesbian community don’t know yet.”
“This isn’t real…” protested Sydney. “I didn’t…”
“You did. And now you have two choices. The first choice is I email this to the whole lesbian community, along with all the members of your classes in primary school, secondary school and college – it took me a while to track them down – and every employee at your workplace. Or your second choice is you keep fucking every night, exactly like you have been – except that now you’ll be awake, and you’ll thank them afterwards, and your belly and tits will get big as your rape baby grows inside you, because I’m going to make you keep it. The father might be your brother, did you realise? The father might be your *father*. A lot of men have had fun with you.”
Sydney started to cry.
“Which is it?” said Crystal cruelly. “Shall I email it? Or will you be a whore for men?”
“No!” protested Sydney. “No!” And then, defeated: “I’ll be a whore.”
“Good girl,” said Crystal, smiling. “Now, strip naked. The cameras like you better that way. And wait there – I’m going to go get some condoms full of cum, pour them into a cocktail glass, and make you push half of it up your pussy and drink the rest…”
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