Under the new laws, every woman had a worth, and in most cases that worth was less than most animals and many common objects.
The last three men who had raped Jayde had each logged on to the government’s Bitch Rating Service website and uploaded videos of her rape, and estimated a dollar value that they would have paid to ejaculate into her if she hadn’t been available for free. The average of those ratings was $50, and therefore at a fairly generous estimate of 20 rapings a week, Jayde’s total annual value as a human was $52,000.
The car that her uncle-in-law had gifted to Jayde after being the third of those rapists was easily worth $70,000, and that meant it was more important than Jayde herself was. That came with certain responsibilities, if she was going to drive it or ride in it.
Every weekend she stripped naked, and parked the car on her front lawn, and covered it with soap, and then rubbed her tits against every wet, soapy surface of the vehicle exterior until it was completely clean. The neighbours would gather to watch.
Next she would squat over the tow bar at the rear of the vehicle, and slowly lower herself onto the ball mount, feeling it push its way into her cunt, distending her twat painfully, and with all the neighbourhood watching she would fuck herself to orgasm on it.
Next she would attach firm clamps to her nipples, connected by a long length of chain. She would roll down the passenger side window of the car and lean through it to loop the chain through the steering wheel. Then she would pull back until only her tits were inside the car, and use the remote to roll up the window until her tits were trapped painfully between the window and the top of the door, compressed by the window glass at the base. Then she would throw the remote into the nearby grass, out of her reach, so that she was trapped in her car window by her tits.
The game was to ask a neighbour or passer-by to free her by picking up the remote, opening the car, rolling down the windows, and disentangling the chain from the steering wheel.
But it would inevitably result in her neighbours just fucking her from behind as she stood naked and helpless against her car. Mr Rumple, to the left of her house, loved to put his hand over her mouth as he raped her to keep her silent until he had ejaculated into her ass.
By contrast, the Sandover brothers who lived to the right liked to double-team her. One would climb into the car and pull on her tits as hard as he could, until she was squealing with pain, while the other one violated her pussy from behind, and then they would swap.
All of this was necessary for Jayde to demonstrate her subservience and inferiority to the car. And of course, when she actually did drive it, she never, ever wore clothes, and was always careful to put a gag in her mouth and dildos in her ass and cunt before starting the engine…
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