Chapters:
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six
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Kimmy had always had a great relationship with her brother Dalton. When their parents had passed away, Dalton – older than Kimmy by two years – had looked after her, and had her back through thick and thin. Even once they were both adults, they were happy to continue living together, especially given property prices.
But then shortly after Kimmy’s 19th birthday the Female Census had begun. Kimmy had watched with horror as government-paid advertisements on the television and internet told her that she was a lying stupid whore who thought with her cunt, simply because she was a woman. She had thought about running or fleeing the country – but where would she go?
And Dalton had told her that it would all be okay. That he would look after her and protect her.
But something had changed when Kimmy had attended her documentation. As Dalton watched her stripped naked, her tits squeezed and abused and measured, her cunt spread open and probed, it was like he was seeing a side of her he had never seen before. And when they had made her kneel in front of her brother, and lick his cock, Kimmy had been unable to ignore how Dalton was *hard* for her, and how he had groaned with pleasure as his little sister was forced against her will to suck his dick. He had ejaculated into Kimmy’s mouth, and the officers had made Kimmy swallow it, and Dalton hadn’t raised a word of objection.
Later, at the end of the documentation, they had made Dalton watch as they whipped her tits. The test was whether Kimmy could orgasm from breast pain. Dalton hadn’t just watched. At the urging of the officers, he had come to stand near her face, and he had pointed his cock at her and masturbated as he watched her frantically masturbate while her tits were being whipped.
He had ejaculated, all over her face. He had orgasmed from watching her being abused. He had enjoyed it.
They didn’t talk about it, ever. But they had signed the paperwork, right there at the documentation, to make Dalton the legal owner of Kimmy, because Kimmy was otherwise scared that she might end up owned by someone else.
And when they got home, Dalton had been very explicit with Kimmy that things needed to change.
“I can’t just let things be the way they were before, Kimmy,” he said. “You need to understand that. If I treat you as though you have the same rights as a man, people will think I’m a feminist – and that could get me fired from work, or even thrown in jail. I can’t protect you if I can’t provide for you, Kimmy – and that means you’re going to need to sometimes do some things that might be embarrassing for you.”
The first thing was wearing a dog collar with the word “BITCH” written on it, and a little tag that had Dalton’s home address and contact details on it.
“This way people will know you are owned, Kimmy,” said Dalton. “Strange men won’t mess with you as much, and if you get lost people will help you find your way home to me.”
Secondly, they threw out all of Kimmy’s more casual clothes. The only outfits that remained were ones that were feminine, sexy, and which emphasised Kimmy’s tits, cunt or ass. All her heels were high heels. All her lingerie looked fuckable.
When they went out together, Dalton kept her on a leash and chain, and only ever called her “bitch” or “cunt” in the presence of other men. He would invite his friends and acquaintances to comment on Kimmy’s tits and describe how much they’d like to rape her.
And at home, there were the practice sessions. Three times a week. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, Kimmy had to suck her brother’s dick, and on Saturdays he fucked her cunt.
“You know that they send girls who are untalented at sex away for training,” Dalton told her, “and I hear it’s harsh. Constant rape, around the clock, for day after day. They will teach you to cum from pain and humiliation. They will break you into a fucktoy.”
“But how would they know?” Kimmy objected.
“You’ve seen what the world is like now,” said Dalton. “The chances are that some day someone is going to rape you. And if you’re not talented and fun to rape… you could get in trouble, Kimmy. You need to practice.”
Kimmy didn’t agree at all.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to practice with me,” said Dalton. “In that case I’ll find you a rape training school, and you can practice with strangers. I know a cheap one that promises to train a woman to orgasm from rape in less than a week…”
That was all it took for Kimmy to reluctantly agree, albeit with tears of shame and humiliation in her eyes.
And so two nights a week she knelt naked in front of her brother and sucked his cock until he ejaculated into her mouth, and once a week she took her brother into her bed, and kissed him, and let him squeeze her tits, as he pushed his cock into her unprotected cunt and raped her.
When she orgasmed from the very first time she felt her brother’s dick in her pussy, she began to have a sinking suspicion that the government ads were right, and she really *was* a stupid bitch who thought with her cunt.
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For all that being her brother’s property was humiliating for Kimmy, it was far more humiliating when he sent out on a shopping errand.
President Cupcake’s laws had made it legal to discriminate against women in every aspect of society, but the state in which Kimmy and Dalton lived had taken it a step further, and passed the Positive Discrimination Against Bitches Act. The law had several key components:
Workplaces were required to dress their female employees in uniforms that emphasised their femininity, their submissiveness, and their sexual availability.
Women were required to answer to, and respond to, demeaning names such as “honey”, “sweetie”, “bitch” or “cunt”, provided that it was reasonably clear that the name was referring to them.
Women were prohibited from buying any consumer good which was chiefly or exclusively designed for women – including women’s clothing, sanitary supplies, and birth control – without in-person or signed permission from their supervising man. They also needed permission to buy alcohol, or any foods that were not a specially approved low-calorie diet brand.
Stores and public buildings were forbidden to provide women with an equivalent or superior experience to what they provided to men. Women were required to be degraded or humiliated in some way that did not apply to men while shopping or accessing services like doctors or other specialists.
Women were forbidden from carrying money or credit cards on their persons. Instead, women could have a small chip linked to a bank account inserted inside their vaginas, which could be “swiped” by inserting a special EFTPOS rod.
There were no benefits or rationale to these laws – they were designed exclusively, and cruelly, to degrade women. They passed with unanimous assent from the state’s overwhelming male lawmakers, along with the few big-titted gender-traitor female politicians who had been allowed to remain in office as a visual decoration to the parliament.
Dalton arranged for Kimmy to get an EFTPOS chip installed shortly after the laws. It was linked to an account he controlled, so if Kimmy wanted to make in-person purchases of any kind, she had to transfer money to Dalton for him to put in the account, and every month Dalton would closely scan her purchases, and spank her bottom if he found any that he considered frivolous or wasteful.
Even for online purchases, she had to pass money through Dalton’s account, as her bank would not issue a credit card to a woman. Dalton purchased an EFTPOS rod for the home computer to let Kimmy do online shopping, which she would have to push up her twat to authorise each purchase she wanted to make.
After Dalton decided that Kimmy was buying things she didn’t need, such as books with long words, he replaced the EFTPOS rod with the new “Lightning” design, intended for female discipline. Now when Kimmy pushed the EFTPOS rod into her pussy, it would give her a series of painful electric shocks, one for each $10 she was spending on her purchase. These always made Kimmy squeal and cry, and she soon found that she rarely bought anything that Dalton didn’t specifically suggest she should purchase.
The first time Kimmy went shopping in public with the chip was a nightmare of humiliation for her. Dalton had dressed her in a tight white shirt that said “SLUT”, a tiny miniskirt, and high heels, with no underwear. (It would be easier for her to swipe for purchases this way, he told her.) She would be going on her own, but she had a list of items to buy, and written permissions from Dalton for the questionable ones.
Her first stop was at the gym. She hated the gym, since the laws had passed. Women’s exercise now occurred in a special part of the gym, using special machines, in a central area where the women were on display to all the male patrons. Dalton wanted Kimmy to do a workout on three specific machines.
The reason for her workout was on every sign in the mall area – the government’s new “3 Percent” campaign.
On each ad was a smiling, beautiful woman with an unhealthily skinny body and enormous tits.
“My fuckmelons are three percent of my total body weight – and men love me!” said the text.
Kimmy’s own tits were a little under 1% of her total weight, and Dalton had become concerned that people would think he was a feminist if he didn’t push Kimmy to improve. That meant bigger tits, or less fat, or – realistically – both. Kimmy wasn’t sure that the 3% target was remotely healthy, but if she didn’t get her ratio up to at least 1.5% by the end of the year Dalton had threatened to send her to a government camp to fix her.
The first exercise station was the pushup table. She had to pull up her shirt and her skirt to expose her tits and cunt to use it. It was a wide table with a rubber dildo at groin level, and a row of short spikes at breast level. She had to work the dildo into her pussy, and then do forty pushups, each time letting her breasts crush fully into the spikes before rising again. The spikes weren’t hard or long enough to pierce her flesh, but they hurt like crazy.
She had heard women say that the combination of torturing their tits while fucking the dildo into them – and choosing to do so – had rewired their brain over time, and they could now get soaking wet by feeling sharp pains in their tits. Kimmy didn’t want to be conditioned that way, but knew it wasn’t her choice.
The second station was an exercise bike, with a dildo that would fuck forcefully in and out of her cunt as she pedalled. A screen between the handlebars played rape porn for her to watch as she cycled. She was required to cycle for a full hour, and she orgasmed three times.
The third station was the lift machine. She sat on a bench with a dildo, letting the dildo rest fully inside her so that her cunt was against the seat. She attached a firm clamp to her clitoris, that was connected by short elastic to a ring on the seat. Then she wrapped a set of thin leather cuffs tightly around the base of each of her tits, so tightly that they constricted the breast and couldn’t be pulled off through force.
The cuffs connected to a steel wire that ran up and over a pulley, and down again to a pair of handlebars. By pulling down on the handlebars, Kimmy could pull herself upwards by the tits. It was intensely painful – and moreso, as each inch she raised herself stretched the elastic connected to her clitoris, pulling harder and more painfully on her love-bud. She needed to lift herself up until the dildo was almost out of her 40 times, before letting go of the bars and falling back hard on the seat.
Men watched Kimmy constantly throughout the exercises, commenting on her tits and cunt, calling her a fat cow, speculating on whether she would be fun to rape. Afterwards, she showered the sweat off – again in full male view – before re-dressing.
Her next stop was a clothes store. Dalton wanted her to buy new shirts, dresses, and shoes. And everything about this ended up humiliating Kimmy.
First of all, she discovered that all the clothes in her size that covered her tits were in the “flat-chested” area, even though Kimmy was a DD-cup. Clothes manufacturers were aggressively marketing underbust-to-overbust ratios in the range of F to J cups as “normal” for women now. And at the same time, the rest of her clothes were in the “plus size” area. Kimmy had never been considered fat before the new laws, but now society was telling her she should feel insecure about anything except a bimbo-fantasy body.
And the worst part was that it worked. Kimmy knew that this was patriarchal bullshit – and yet she still felt self-conscious and embarrassed of not having giant fake cow-tits, and humiliated when people stared at her “fat” body.
She picked out the ludicrous seven-inch heels that Dalton wanted, unsure how she could possibly walk or balance in them. She found some shirts that said “CUNT” and “CUM SLUT”, and a tiny miniskirt that wouldn’t even cover her pussy. There were no female change-rooms – she had to try them on in the middle of the store in front of other shoppers and in front of the male clerk.
The total came to over three hundred dollars, and Kimmy freaked out when she saw they had a Lightning rod and that she would receive thirty shocks for making the purchase. She begged the clerk to let her use a standard swipe rod instead, and he told her he would do it if she sucked his cock.
Kimmy didn’t want to suck a cock, but she wasn’t sure she could take thirty shocks to her pussy without wetting herself. She didn’t dare fuck a man without Dalton’s permission though, so she rang him and begged him to let her suck the man’s dick. Dalton said that she could, but that she should still pay for the heels – a hundred dollars all by themselves – on the Lightning rod to punish her for being a cocksucking slut.
Kimmy gratefully sucked the man’s dick, but he was a jerk, and pulled out before orgasm so that he could ejaculate onto her face and tits. Then he shoved the EFTPOS rod up her pussy and discharged the ten shocks, and laughed when he saw that they had made Kimmy orgasm.
Kimmy left the store with cum dripping from her cheeks, wobbling unsteadily on the ludicrous seven-inch heels.
Next was the pharmacy. The sign at the door told her that women were required to masturbate at all times while within the business, so Kimmy began rubbing her pussy and stepped inside. She hated how quickly she had gotten used to the idea of playing with her cunt in public – let alone walking around with sperm drying on her face and tits.
Dalton hadn’t told Kimmy what drugs she was buying, and had forbidden her to look at the scripts in advance of handing them over to the pharmacist, so it was an unpleasant surprise when the pharmacist handed her the medicines.
One was birth control, for which she was grateful. She didn’t want to get pregnant by her own brother.
The next was a new breast growth drug that many women were taking. It claimed to make a woman’s tits swell and grow by convincing them that she was pregnant. Within only a couple of months it might take Kimmy up by an entire bra size. She would probably also start to produce milk.
And the third one was the one she hated most – Bimbofen, the “stupid drug” for women. It had no purpose other than to suppress female intelligence. She couldn’t believe that her brother was going to drug her to make her dumber and more submissive – and she hated the fact that she would have no choice but to obediently take the pills.
At least the pharmacy used a regular EFTPOS rod. She was wet and ready for it, after masturbating, and it felt good to feel the plastic tube slide up her twat to scan the chip.
Her final stop was the grocery store. She had an extensive list of items to buy. The sign at the door said that women must shop with their tits exposed, and have a mouth full of semen at all times, to prevent them talking or making noise to disrupt male customers. A squirt bottle on a tray advertised itself as containing fresh semen from a bull, and Kimmy reluctantly exposed her breasts again and then squirted enough bull cum into her mouth that she could swirl it around without swallowing.
She did her shopping in silence, the taste of the sperm in her mouth, picking out all the items on Dalton’s list.
On several occasions a male shopper came up to her and just started squeezing her tits. She had no choice but to smile and let it happen. None of these men looked at her face, and most didn’t speak to her, although one called her a “good cunt” as he squeezed her tits so hard and painfully that it was an effort not to spit out or swallow the cum in her mouth.
While she was buying vegetables, bending over to select produce that would please Dalton, a man came up behind her, pulled up her skirt, and just pushed his hard cock into her pussy.
Again, there was nothing Kimmy could do but let it happen. She stood there, bent over, blushing, allowing the man to rape her, until she finally felt him ejaculate into her cunt. When he was done, he pulled out – but then he reached past her, took a thick cucumber from the produce tray, and pushed it into her pussy, plugging it.
“Wouldn’t want my gift to escape,” he said. And then there were some more sounds, and Kimmy felt something being applied to her cunt.
Duct tape. Taping the cucumber inside her, Taping her cunt shut, with his sperm within it.
He had just had the tape with him. He must do this regularly.
She never saw his face. He left, and she went back to selecting her vegetables.
The worst part was at the checkout, where she had to rip the tape off her cunt – it hurt – and pull out the cucumber, partly so that she could pay for it, but mostly so she could fit the EFTPOS rod up her twat. When the woman running the checkout saw the cucumber, soaked in her cunt juices and her rapist’s cum, she told Kimmy to eat it, for hygiene reasons, and Kimmy did, blushing. This required her to swallow the bull cum in her mouth.
When Kimmy had swiped the EFTPOS rod in her pussy, she had to lick her rapist’s cum off that too, and then the checkout girl gave her another squirt of cum for her mouth, to keep her silent.
When she got home, she had to report her rape to Dalton, who punished her for it by beating her cunt until she cried.
“Next time, do better,” said Dalton, and that was when Kimmy really understood, for the first time, that this was her life now, and she would be making a shopping trip just like this every week, forever….
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she saw they lad a Lightning rod → had
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