Story: The Parole Officer, Part 18

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“Amelie, you are a stupid cunt,” said Amelie’s phone, in Amelie’s own voice.

Amelie jumped in surprise.  She had already forgotten that Ray had set her phone up to do that, every hour, on the hour.

“That’s right,” she said, aloud.  “I’m a brainless wet-cunted bitch.”

Exactly as Ray had told her to.

And her cunt *was* wet.  It had become wet when Ray was raping her ass, and he hadn’t let her do anything about it.

She thought about the instructions Ray had given her for disposing of her books – the books that she was “too stupid” to understand.  He had thought she might do it in the work toilets, but of course she couldn’t use those toilets – on orders from Mr Horner – and Ray didn’t know that.

She would need to pee soon anyway.  She may as well practice what Ray had told her to do.  She took down a book called “The Rehabilitated Man” from her shelf and began ripping pages out of the front of it.  She scrunched up each page into a ball and then pushed it into her wet pussy, until she started to feel like she couldn’t fit any more paper inside her without some of it falling out.

Then she went downstairs.  She still had Ray’s cum on her face – he had told her not to wipe it off – so she had to move quickly through the building, with her eyes down, hoping nobody looked at her closely.  She made it outside without being confronted, and found her customary spot between the dumpsters in the alley behind the building.  Here, she nervously undressed until she was completely naked.  In the past she had pissed quickly, wanting to escape before she was seen, but now she had a longer task to complete.

She pulled a page out of her pussy and unfolded it as best as she could.  It was soaked with her pussy juices and damp in her hand.  She began to masturbate as she stared at it, and almost immediately she realised that she *couldn’t* understand the words that were written on it.

It was just because the ink was running, wasn’t it?  She wasn’t *really* stupid, was she?  Or had Ray’s words gotten inside her mind?  Was part of her mind *preventing* her from reading the words?  Would they have made sense to a smarter woman – a woman who didn’t fuck rapists, a woman who didn’t piss nude in alleyways?  

She stared at the paper and tried her best to work out what it said as she rubbed her clitoris, but it was gibberish to her.

She looked around, checking that she was still alone, and that no one could see her.  She would never be able to explain this – squatting naked outdoors between rubbish bins, masturbating with a cunt full of ripped-up textbook.

One by one she began to pull the other pages out of her cunt, and one by one she wiped them across her face.  They were soaked with her cunt juices, and she could smell her arousal as she smeared her juice across her lips and cheeks.

When her cunt was empty, she put the last piece of paper – the one she had tried to read – into her mouth, tasting the thick salty taste of her twat.  It was surprisingly easy to swallow it, and then she began to chant quietly while masturbating:

“I’m a stupid cunt.  I’m a stupid cunt.  I’m a stupid cunt.”

She released her bladder and began to piss as she masturbated and chanted, and she closed her eyes to concentrate on her own stupidity, as Ray had told her to.  She tried to imagine any reason why an intelligent woman would have allowed a rapist to lock his latest victim in her closet, or why an intelligent woman would have willingly raped that same victim herself, or why an intelligent woman would be masturbating and pissing in an alleyway with a rapist’s cum on her face.

She couldn’t think of one.  Ray was right.  She must be stupid.

Just as her bladder was almost empty, there was a sound in front of her, and Amelie’s eyes snapped open in horror.

It was David Threnby, one of her fellow parole officers.  He was the man who had seen Amelie in the work elevator with Chris, wearing nothing but a G-string and a shirt with the words “CUM SLUT” on it.  He had told her that her secret was safe with him as long as she was a “good girl”.

Right now, he had his phone out, and he was filming her pissing and masturbating in an alley.

The complete humiliation hit Amelie like an electric shock – and she found herself suddenly uncontrollably orgasming.

David watched her as she shook and moaned, and it was only when she was done that he spoke.

“Hello Amelie,” he said.  “Is there any reason I shouldn’t share this video with the news?”

This was not an occasion for subtlety.  Amelie knew what he wanted.

“Please,” she said.  “Keep it secret, and I’ll suck your cock.”  She opened her mouth invitingly.

“Oh, I’m not going to keep it secret no matter what you do, Amelie,” he said.  “I’m going to share it with the other men in the office.  They’ll want to see this.  But if you’re a good girl we can keep it secret *as a group*.  Does that work for you?”

It didn’t, but Amelie had not even the slightest amount of bargaining power.

“Yes,” she said, meekly.

“Good girl,” said David.  And with that, he took out his cock, stepped forward, pushed Amelie up against the alleyway wall, and then forced his dick into her mouth.

She suckled on her co-worker’s cock submissively.  The truth was that she had come to *like* being forced to engage in sexual activity.  It was pleasant when a man took charge, and gave her no choices, and used her like an object for his sexual satisfaction.  She began to rub her cunt again, and when she finally felt David’s hips start to buck as his cock spurted hot cum onto her tongue, she orgasmed along with him.

He had filmed the whole thing, his phone pointed down at her as she sucked, so when she had swallowed his cum, and carefully sucked his cock clean, she looked up at the phone and said, “Thank you, sir.”

He laughed, and slapped her face lightly.

“If you get a message on your phone telling you to be somewhere in this building,” he said, “you go there, and you fuck whoever turns up to fuck you, understand?”

“Yes, sir,” said Amelie obediently.  She was becoming a whore in every part of her life, but there didn’t seem to be any way to stop it from happening.  She was helpless.

“Good girl,” said David.  And with that, he left.

“Amelie, you are a stupid cunt,” said Amelie’s phone.

“That’s right,” she replied.  “I’m a brainless wet-cunted bitch.”

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It was amazing how quickly Amelie got used to working with dried cum on her face.  She didn’t have any other meetings that day, and she spent the remainder of the afternoon doing paperwork.  Every hour, her phone told her that she was a dumb cunt, and when it did she promptly agreed with it.

Occasionally she would look at the framed nude photo of herself on her desk, emblazoned with the words, “I’M A DUMB CUNT”.

When it came time to go home, she ripped more pages out of her textbooks and shoved them up her pussy.  Then she went to Mr Horner’s office.

“Good afternoon, sir,” she said, in a quiet voice.  The door to Mr Horner’s office was still open, although there was no one outside.  “I’m just checking whether you… want your cock sucked.”

“Yes, please, Amelie,” said Mr Horner.  “Close the door behind you before you begin, then strip nude and crawl on all fours to my cock.”

Amelie did as she was told, blushing as she stripped nude before her boss and then crawled on all fours like an animal.

“Amelie, do you have cum on your face?” said Mr Horner as she drew near.  His face was wrinkled in disgust.

“Yes, sir,” said Amelie honestly.  There was nothing else she could say.  She could hardly deny it.

“I won’t ask whose it is, as I probably don’t want to know,” said Mr Horner.  “But you’re a disgusting slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” said Amelie.  “I’m a disgusting slut.”

He abruptly slapped her across the face, then grabbed her hair and forced her face down on his cock.  He began to skullfuck her, as Amelie struggled to suppress her gag reflex.

As he fucked her mouth, the clock ticked over to five pm.

“Amelie, you are a stupid cunt,” said Amelie’s phone.

“Mmf mmf,” said Amelie, with a mouth full of cock.  “Mm a mmfmmm mmm-mmfmm mmf.”

Mr Horner pulled Amelie off his dick.  “What was that, Amelie?” he demanded.

“That’s right,” said Amelie.  “I’m a brainless wet-cunted bitch.”

Mr Horner slapped her, and then said, “I meant, what was that with your phone?” 

“It’s a reminder, sir,” said Amelie.  “To tell me what I am.”

He just stared at her, not sure what to say.  In the end, he gave up, and forced her back down on his dick, fucking her vigorously until he finally ejaculated in her mouth.

Amelie swallowed like a good girl.

“Go home, Amelie,” said Mr Horner.

“Yes, sir,” said Amelie, wiping her mouth, and crawling back to her clothes.

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When she got home, her home was silent.  She momentarily panicked.  Had Gail escaped?  Or worse, passed out in her closet?

She ran to her bedroom and opened the door to check on Gail.  But the pretty waitress was still there, naked and bound.  There was piss in the bowl that Amelie had left as her toilet, and her food and water bowls were empty, with no sign of a spill.  

Amelie realised that Gail had simply been quiet under the assumption that the person entering would be either her or Chris, and that either way they might punish her for trying to call for help.

“Good girl,” said Amelie.  “I’ll be back to look after you in a bit.  Stay quiet.”  And she closed the closet door.

Next Amelie undressed.  Ray had told her not to wear clothes at home.

She sat on her couch and got out her phone to record her.  Then she spread her legs, pulled a piece of paper out of her cunt, and tried to read it.

Once again it was a blur, the ink having run due to the wetness in Amelie’s cunt.  Amelie stared at it, and tried to make out the words, and told herself that she was stupid for not being able to read a simple page from a simple textbook.  She played with her clitoris as she focused on the paper, and soon she began to moan sluttily from arousal.

She knew that she was beginning to train herself to associate feelings of stupidity and incompetence with arousal.  Part of her hated that idea – was terrified of it, in fact.  But another part of her throbbed with lust at the very thought.  Ray would like that idea.  Gary would like that idea.  They approved of it – and would approve of her for taking part in it, to the extent that any woman ever deserved approval.

One by one she took the other pages out of her pussy and wiped them across her face and tits, then set them to one side.  And when she felt her orgasm approaching, she popped the final wet, cunty page into her mouth and swallowed it, before cumming, hard.

She stopped the recording on her phone, and looked through her address book.  It was time for her to send another degrading video to someone who knew her.

She picked a co-worker from two jobs ago – a man named Eli West – and sent the video to him.  Almost immediately she received a reply.  She deleted it without looking at it, and tried not to imagine what Eli must be thinking of her at that very moment.

She went back to the closet and let Gail out.  Then she led Gail to the toilet – complete with the nude photo of Amelie on the wall that bore the words “I LOVE BEING RAPED”.

She unbound Gail’s hands enough so that she could wipe herself, and her legs enough that she could spread them.

“Do your business,” she said.  “Make sure you’re empty, if you don’t want to end up doing it in the closet.”

Gail said nothing, but there was a look of gratitude on her face.  Amelie closed the door and left her to it.

Amelie once more felt a sense of resentment towards Gail.  If Gail hadn’t cockteased Chris, then she wouldn’t right now be a prisoner in Amellie’s apartment.  If Gail had just avoided being a teasing little bitch, Amelie wouldn’t have been in a position where she needed to rape and abuse Gail until she could be trusted not to snitch on her.

She popped two frozen meals in the microwave – one for her and one for Gail.  She decided to make herself a milkshake, and once again she prepared enough for two.  Gail didn’t really deserve a milkshake, but it wouldn’t hurt for her to see that Amelie could be nice as well as cruel.

That goodwill evaporated when she realised that she had to dispose of a bowl of Gail’s piss from the closet.  Amelie couldn’t believe that she had to clean up after Gail as though Gail were a messy animal.

She went and got the bowl, and took it to the sink.  She was mostly through pouring it down the sink when she looked at Gail’s milkshake.

Yes.  Gail deserved this.

Carefully, she poured the remaining quarter-cup of Gail’s piss into the milkshake, and then stirred it.  The colour changed slightly, reminding Amelie of iced tea, which gave her another idea.  She went and got the little balls of paper that had been in her cunt, and dropped them in the milkshake too, like little soy pearls for a bubble tea.  Ray had wanted her to place them in a bin or a toilet, and what was Gail but a human garbage bin or lavatory?

When Gail was done in the toilet, Amelie let her out, and forced the milkshake glass into her hands.

“Drink,” she said.

Gail nervously sipped at the milkshake.  She must have sensed it tasted wrong, because she paused – but Amelie kept staring at her.  

And so Gail drank the rest of it, not commenting on the small balls of paper she was drinking or the slightly acrid taste.

And as Amelie watched her beautiful, naked prisoner drinking her own piss and swallowing balls of paper that had been in Amelie’s cunt, Amelie felt her pussy throbbing.

Yes, said her body, and her increasingly confused brain.  This was right.  This was proper.

This was how a woman should be treated.

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