Story: The Parole Officer, Part 15

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Cautiously Amelie opened her closet door again.

Gail was still there – nude, bound in rope, with panties stuffed in her mouth as a gag.  She was blonde, and now that Amelie was seeing her in the nude, she had to agree with Chris – Gail’s tits truly were amazing.

Amelie had a brief memory of watching the surveillance footage for Ray, and licking the sex-doll’s plastic cunt in the boot of his car, and she felt her pussy throb as she stared at the nude, helpless woman.

The woman was staring at Amelie too, no doubt wondering why Amelie was nude.  

“I’m so sorry about this,” said Amelie.  “Look, I want to talk to you.  If I take off your gag, do you promise not to scream?”

Gail nodded enthusiastically.

Amelie leaned forward and loosened the rope that held the gag in place.  The rope fell down past Gail’s chin, and Gail was able to spit the panties out of her mouth.

Her expression was one of relief.

“Thank God,” she said.  “Did you get free?  We can escape.  Quick, get the rest of these ropes off me.”

It took Amelie a moment to understand.  Because Amelie was naked, the woman had assumed she was another of Chris’ victims.

And wasn’t she, in a sense?  For a brief moment, Amelie wanted to go along with this misunderstanding.  They would both flee her apartment, and go to the police, and…

… and there would be questions about why Gail was in Amelie’s apartment.  If they caught Chris – and they would, because he was a horny idiot – he would tell them how Amelie had helped him spy on Gail and given him the information he needed to abduct her.  How Amelie had fucked him on multiple occasions, and called him outside work hours to drive her home in the nude.  And then the police would find her name on the sex offender registry, and they would look into her other clients, including Ray and Gary, and…

No.  That wouldn’t do.  This girl could *not* go to the police, or complain to anyone in any way.

“Look, there’s been a misunderstanding,” Amelie said.  “Chris just really likes you, is all.  He’s a bit enthusiastic, but if you give him a chance… maybe you could work this out…”

The woman’s eyes widened in horror.  “He *raped* me!” she protested.  “Twice!  And slapped me!  And tied me up and brought me here…”  And then her eyes went even wider.  “Oh my God, you’re his accomplice!”

And then she screamed.  Loud.

Amelie reacted without thinking.  She reached out and slapped Gail across the face.

And Chris had been completely right.  She *did* look cute when she was slapped.  Her mouth popped open in a little “o” of surprise – and that gave Amelie the chance to stuff the panties back in her mouth, and then bring the rope back up and tighten it to keep them in place.

“You promised me you wouldn’t scream,” she told Gail resentfully, as Gail writhed and tried to scream into her gag.  “You owe me, now.”

Amelie assumed that Gail was screaming because she wanted to get free – and she was – but she was also reacting to something else that Amelie wasn’t even conscious of.  Because after Amelie had put the gag in place, her hand had dropped to her pussy and begun to rub it.  She wasn’t even aware she was doing it.  Nor was she really aware that her gaze was fixed not on Gail’s face, but on her cunt.  

“You need to understand that Chris can’t let you go to the police,” she said.  “So you need to *get along* with Chris.  You need to enjoy what he’s offering.  It’s not hard.”  She laughed.  “Chris has a *really* nice cock.”  

Gail just looked horrified.

“Chris needs to believe that you’re a good little slut who’ll keep her mouth shut when he’s done with you,” she said.  “And I need to believe that too.  Otherwise – well, I don’t know what we’ll do with you.  You need to try to be good.  If you’re good, I can get Chris to be nice to you.  He can be very nice.  But he gets angry when he’s frustrated, so… try not to frustrate him, okay?  Make sure he’s satisfied.  And then we can all get along.”

There was no reply from Gail, so Amelie sighed and closed the closet door.  She supposed she would need to give Gail food and drink eventually – and she had a brief vision of serving Gail cum-soaked stir fry like Amelie had just eaten – but it could probably wait until morning.

She walked around the house and hung up the posters Gary had given her.  She hung up the one that said “WOMEN ARE FOR RAPING” by the front door.  Anyone who entered her apartment would see it.  It showed the full nude body of Amelie, with her hand masturbating her spread pussy.  There was a particularly stupid, horny look on her face.

“I LOVE BEING RAPED” went in the toilet, where she would see it every time she pissed.  In the picture Amelie was squeezing her tits with a silly bimbo-ish expression.

And then “MY NAME IS AMELIE RAIMES AND I AM A SEX OFFENDER” went in the bedroom.  In this one she was spreading her cunt wide open for the camera with her hands, and there was a trail of drool extending from her open mouth down to her left breast.

Were the posters even a lie?  Amelie *did* love being raped.  She orgasmed every time, even as she pretended to hate it.  And she may not have been a sex offender when she had been forced to enter her name in the registry, but right now she was choosing to keep a nude, bound women in her closet rather than allow that woman to go to the police.

Amelie decided to turn off her brain and process Ray’s surveillance of Taylah for the day.  She sat at her computer, still nude, and scrubbed through the hours of surveillance filmed by the cameras in Taylah’s house.  She watched Taylah dress and undress, watched her piss, watched her breastfeed her baby and expel her excess milk, watched her masturbate surreptitiously in her bed, and she marked all the most erotic clips and uploaded them so that strangers could watch them online. 

She felt her cunt grow wetter and wetter as she worked.  She couldn’t help but picture Taylah tied up next to Gail in her closet, her big milky tits bound with rope…

All too soon her work was done, and her pussy was still *so wet*.  She should masturbate until she orgasmed, she supposed.

Was that the right thing to do?  To cum, with an abducted girl in her closet?  

She was so far from “ethical” that she didn’t know which way was up.  She felt like she couldn’t think straight.

What would her clients tell her to do?  Chris wasn’t much use.  His only advice was to suck his cock and please him.   She was already pleasing him by keeping his victim in her closet.  

Gary would want her to humiliate and degrade and hurt herself.  He was happiest when Amelie was miserable, when she felt like a sub-human fucktoy.

And Ray?  He had given her much advice.  A man is never wrong.  She would never contradict a man.

Which meant, of course, that Chris had been completely correct to abduct Gail and rape her and bring her here.  It was the right thing to have done, and she was silly for second-guessing him.

Ray had said that if her opinion contradicted a man’s, then she should throw out her opinion and accept the man’s.

Chris thought it was fun and good to abduct and rape this woman.  Of course he was right.  Women were for raping.  Amelie was being silly.  

Ray had told her to anticipate a man’s needs, to act on them without being told.  

What were her men’s needs?

Chris needed this woman to obey, to submit, to put aside all idea of ever complaining about her abduction and rape.

Gary needed Amelie to degrade and abase herself.

And Ray… Ray had been training Amelie to lick woman’s cunts on the sex-doll in his boot.

Amelie realised what she needed to do.  

And the fact that it would bring her an orgasm made it that much more obvious.

She went to the kitchen and got two items.  One was a knife.

She went back to the closet and opened it.

Gail’s eyes widened when she saw the knife.

“I’m going to take you out of the closet and I’m going to take the gag off,” Amelie said.  “You will not say anything.  You will not make a sound.  If I hear you make a sound, it will go badly for you.  Do you understand?”

Gail nodded, eager to show her compliance.

Amelie helped Gail to stand and led her out of the closet.  She removed Gail’s gag again, and then indicated that Gail should lie down on Amelie’s bed, tits up.

Gail nervously complied.

Amelie took some scarves from her cupboard and used them to tie Gail’s legs to the bedposts, spread wide apart.  She looked down at Gail’s spread cunt, and her own pussy throbbed again.

“I’m just going to show you how nice it can feel to be Chris’ girl,” she said.  “He can give you nice rewards – like letting you play with other girls.”

“Please,” Gail whispered.  “I’m straight…”

Amelie slapped her, and it was just as fun the second time.  

“I said no talking,” she said.  “Do you want the knife?”  She sighed.  “I’m trying to *help* you here.”

She moved to kneel over Gail’s head, her knees against Gail’s cheeks.  Then she leaned forward and opened the other thing she had brought from the kitchen – a jar of peanut butter.

Despite the confusing feelings of Amelie’s cunt, she still wasn’t a lesbian herself.  The idea of licking cunt juices made her feel strange.  But she had been able to lick the peanut butter out of the sex-doll’s snatch, and it had tasted nice.  So now she slathered peanut butter over Gail’s pussy as Gail squealed quietly and writhed, trying to pull her legs together but prevented by the bondage.  

Amelie made sure to get some of the peanut butter up inside Gail’s fuckhole.

And then she leaned down and began to lick.

Gail made more squeals – and they were loud, loud enough to worry Amelie.  So she went through with the other half of her idea, and lowered her sopping wet down against Amelie’s face.  

She had never been licked by another woman before, but by now Amelie was desperate to cum.  It was this woman’s fault that Amelie was feeling so strange.  If Gail had never cockteased Chris with her huge tits, then Chris would never have abducted Gail and put Amelie in this position.  Really, it was Gail’s fault, and it was only fair for Amelie to hump her face the way she might have humped a dildo or a bedpost or her own hand.

She thought of the poster in her front hall – “WOMEN ARE FOR RAPING”.  And the one above her bed – “MY NAME IS AMELIE RAIMES AND I AM A SEX OFFENDER”.

If she was going to be called a rapist, she may as well rape someone.

She enthusiastically licked the peanut butter from Gail’s fuckhole, and pushed her twat insistently against Gail’s mouth.  Gail was trying to resist, but Amelie gave Gail’s clitoris a little nibble, and Gail yelped, and began to lick obediently, and it felt amazing.  At any time, if Gail’s enthusiasm seemed to wane, another bite of her clit would get her going again.

It felt amazing.  It was the first time that Amelie had been in control of a sexual interaction with another person since she had started as a parole officer.  For the first time, Amelie decided what happened, and for the first time she was able to control her own pleasure.

She pushed her tongue deep into Gail’s rapehole, digging out the peanut butter, and when all the peanut butter was gone, she began to just suck on Gail’s clit.

It didn’t take her long to orgasm, and to her surprise she found herself squirting, spraying Gail’s face with her sex juices.  But she wanted to cum again, so she kept humping Gail’s unwilling face, and in time she found a second orgasm, and a third, and finally a fourth.

Around the time of that fourth orgasm, Gail began to shake, and honestly Amelie didn’t care if Gail was orgasming or having a trauma reaction.  She kept sucking on Gail’s clit, hard, to increase the intensity of whatever was happening, and she felt Gail scream at full volume into Amelie’s cunt.  Luckily Amelie’s pussy muffled the sound.

And then she was done.  She rolled off and turned around to be face-to-face with Gail.

Gail was crying and shaking.  Amelie kissed her, and to her surprise, Gail kissed her back.

“There’s a good girl,” said Amelie.  “There’s a good little cunt.”  It felt right to call Gail a cunt.  “That was nice, wasn’t it?”

Gail nodded her head, but Amelie had no idea if she meant it, or if she was just trying to please Amelie, or if she was so traumatised that she didn’t know what she was doing.  Amelie idly fondled the woman’s huge tits, making Gail flinch and shudder.

“You need to go back in the closet now, Gail,” Amelie said.  “But we’ll work out something better tomorrow, okay?”  She smiled.  “And we’ll probably do this again, seeing as you liked it so much.”

Amelie took Gail’s panty gag and swiped it across her snatch, soaking the fabric with her cunt nectar.  Then she pushed it back into Gail’s mouth and replaced the rope, and led Gail back to the closet.

She still didn’t know what she was going to do with Chris.  But she found it hard, now, to truly blame Chris for abducting the girl.

After all, Chris had been right.  She truly was fun to rape.

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