Story: The Parole Officer, Part 19

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Amelie had put Gail back in her closet, and she was once again starting to panic about the idea that she was keeping a nude unwilling woman locked in her house, when Chris turned up.

He didn’t bother to knock.  He just used his key to let himself in, and he was already in the hall before Amelie knew he was there.

“Hey there, Miss Amelie,” he said.  “You wander around your apartment naked all the time?  You sure do look sexy with your tits out like that.  Kind of like you’re one of them shop mannequins, only fuckable, I guess.  How’s my girlfriend doing?”

Amelie went through a rapid succession of emotions – surprise, and fear, at seeing Chris in her apartment.  Then embarrassment and shame at her nudity.  Then further humiliation at being compared to an object.  Then panic at the reminder that she was the custodian of a kidnapped woman.  And finally anger as she remembered that Chris had put her in this position.

She opened her mouth to berate Chris for being so stupid as to kidnap a woman and lock her in Amelie’s apartment.

But then she heard Ray Batsby’s voice in her head.

Men are never wrong.
 I will never contradict a man. 

If my opinion contradicts a man’s,
I will push it out of my head and forget it.

If a man makes me feel awkward or unhappy,
I will apologise.
It is my fault.

This was the real test for her.  Part of her knew that Chris was an idiot, and that his horny impulsiveness had put them both at real risk of going to prison.  Could she really put that out of her head, and accept the idea that Chris was always right, and Amelie was always wrong, and that disagreement with him was a symptom of female stupidity?

If Chris was right to kidnap Gail, then that must mean… it had been necessary to do so.  That the world would have been a worse place if he didn’t.  Why would that be?

Maybe it was in Gail’s interests.  Because… Gail didn’t understand that Chris was right.  That was why she was unhappy.  That was why she didn’t want to be kidnapped.  And that belief was making her miserable.  She needed to learn… that she was wrong and Chris was right.  She needed to learn that she was stupid, and that she would actually be happier being raped by Chris.  And then she would be happy.

Chris was doing Gail a favour.  He was taking a risk in order to improve Gail’s life.  

Was that it?

And then she realised that she was still wrong.  Because she was trying to work out why she was wrong.  That wasn’t what Ray wanted from her.  Ray wanted her to accept that she was stupid.  And a stupid woman would never be able to work out such things for herself.

Chris was looking at her expectantly.  She had been trying to think for too long.

“Gail is doing well,” she said.  “She’s in the closet.  Sir, I’m stupid, and I can’t understand why you took the risk of kidnapping her and keeping her here.”

Chris looked at her in confusion.

“Well… because I wanted to fuck her, I guess,” he said.  “And she didn’t want to be fucked, and if I fucked her at her house she would probably tell the police, so I brought her here so she couldn’t tell the police.”

Part of Amelie raged at how little thought Chris had put into any of this.  She wanted to slap him.

But that part of her would make Ray angry.  It would probably make Chris angry too.  So instead she accepted the beautiful simplicity of his answer.  He had wanted to fuck Gail, so he did, and he had done whatever was necessary to avoid the consequences of that.  That was all the reason a man needed to rape a woman.  Chris was right, and Amelie was stupid.

“What’s your long-term plan for Gail?” asked Amelie, and then quickly added, “If you don’t mind telling me.”

“Well, uh…” said Chris, “I guess I kind of hadn’t thought of that.  What do you think, Miss Amelie?”

Amelie took a deep breath.  “Well, either we keep her here forever and hope nobody ever looks for her…”

Chris nodded eagerly at this.

“… which is *not* realistic,” said Amelie quickly.  “Or else we… dispose of her.  And *that* is absolutely not an option either…”

She was pleased to see Chris shaking his head.  He may be a rapist, but he wasn’t murderous.

“… or else we make it so she doesn’t want to complain to anyone once we let her go.”

“Well, how do we do that, Miss Amelie?” asked Chris.

“You could scare her or threaten to hurt her,” said Amelie.  “But that’s not very reliable.  Or blackmail her, but we don’t really have a way to do that.  Or you can make her like you, I guess, so she doesn’t want to harm you.”

“Well, I’m pretty likeable,” said Chris, giving her a big grin.

“Except you’ve abducted and raped her, Chris,” said Amelie, “so she doesn’t like you very much right now.”

“Well, I guess I’ll have to charm her then,” said Chris.

Amelie shook her head.  “She’s not an idiot, Chris,” she said.  “She’ll pretend to like you so you’ll let her go, and then go to the police.”

Chris looked confused.  “Well then, what do we do, miss?”

Amelie didn’t like what she was saying, but she knew it was the only way.

“We need to… push her,” she said.

“Push her?” asked Chris.

“Have you ever heard of Stockholm Syndrome, Chris?” she asked.

Chris shook his head.  “I try to avoid STDs, but I don’t really know the European ones,” he said.

“No,” said Amelie, frustrated.  “It’s when a captive comes to identify with her captors.  Basically if we keep her here long enough and alternate cruelty and kindness, we can get her to fall in love with you, maybe.  Or at least get her to *think* that she loves you.”

Chris wrinkled his nose.  “That sounds kind of mean,” he said.

“It *is* mean,” said Amelie.  “But it’s the only way to keep you out of jail.  And me too.”  She paused, and said, “And it’s kind of in Gail’s interests too.  Because if you believe she won’t complain you can let her go.  But if you don’t believe that then you’d either have to keep her forever or kill her, right?”

“Yeah,” said Chris.  “It’s for her own good, really.”

“That’s right,” said Amelie.  “So you have to be pretty much non-stop mean to her for the next few days.  Can you do that?”

“I reckon I can if that’s what she needs,” said Chris.  “And if you help.”

“I can help,” said Amelie.  “Now go into my bedroom, and rape Gail, and slap her, and call her a cunt, and make sure she doesn’t enjoy it.”

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Chris didn’t tell Amelie to watch, but he didn’t tell her *not* to, and Amelie was worried that Chris would do something stupid, so she followed him to her bedroom, and watched as he dragged Gail out of the closet by her hair and threw her on the bed, and then slapped her face, and slapped her tits, and slapped her face again, as she squealed and cried and writhed and futilely tried to protect herself.

She watched as Chris, standing at the end of the bed, pulled the girl’s legs apart, and then slapped her spread cunt two, three, four times as Gail shrieked, and then she watched as Chris pulled her by her legs until her cunt was at the edge of the bed, and then shoved his dick into it.

Chris *definitely* hadn’t instructed Amelie to masturbate, but something curious was happening in Amelie’s head.  She knew that what she was witnessing was, on one view of things, horrible.  It was the violent rape of an unwilling woman.  It would be traumatic to Gail, and it should be traumatic to Amelie.

But was that who she was?  A woman who was horrified by sex crimes?  She looked at the picture above her bed, which read “MY NAME IS AMELIE RAIMES AND I AM A SEX OFFENDER”.  She looked at how pathetic Gail was, snivelling and crying as Chris raped her.  She looked at Chris’ face and saw how much he was *enjoying* this, how much pleasure Gail’s violation was bringing him.

She thought about how she had masturbated to watching Taylah undress on the secret cameras.  She thought about how she herself had raped Gail, and how good it had felt to force Gail to lick her snatch.

She could either be traumatised and horrified by this, or… she could do the other thing.

So slowly, her hand dropped to her pussy, and she began to finger her cunt as she watched Chris raping her captive.

To her embarrassment, Chris looked over and saw her.  He smiled.

“You like watching me raping this pretty cunt, miss?” he said.  “That’s okay.  That’s natural.  It’s just like watching porn, isn’t it?”

Amelie didn’t trust herself to speak, so she just nodded, still masturbating.

“All women are porn, Miss Amelie,” he said.  “It’s just that some of them don’t know it yet.  It’s real pretty when a girl first realises that she’s just porn.”

Chris was still staring at Amelie – watching her fingering her twat – as he vigorously fucked Gail.  And suddenly Amelie blushed with realisation.

“Yeah,” said Chris.  “Just exactly like that.  Why don’t you spread your pussy a bit for me so I can see?”

Amelie blushed – and obeyed, spreading her pussy lips with the fingers of one hand so that Chris could see her stroking her clit with the other.

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

“That’s right,” Amelie replied, as she had been instructed to do, blushing as she did so.  “I’m a brainless wet-cunted bitch.”

Chris laughed.  “I like that,” he said.  “Was that your idea?”

Amelie shook her head.

“Well someone sure know how to treat a cunt,” Chris said.  “Say more like that.  Say how you’re a stupid bitch who needs rape.”

“I’m… a stupid bitch,” gasped Amelie, masturbating furiously.  “I need to be raped.”

“Say that all women are stupid cunts,” said Chris.

“All women are stupid cunts,” whined Amelie.  She wanted to cum, but suddenly she realised that she couldn’t – because Chris hadn’t cum yet.  He was watching her fingering her twat, and gaining pleasure from it, so she had to keep going until he…

“Louder,” said Chris.  “Shout it.  See if you can make your neighbours hear.”

“All women are stupid cunts!” said Amelie, loud enough to be heard from the next room.

“I want to hear you yell it, you dumb bitch,” said Chris.  His eyes were unfocused now, and he was fucking Gail faster.  He would orgasm soon. 

“ALL WOMEN ARE STUPID CUNTS,” shouted Amelie.

“I swear to God if you hold back I’m going to beat your stupid whore tits,” grunted Chris.  “Fucking *scream*.”

“ALL WOMEN ARE STUPID CUNTS!  ALL WOMEN ARE STUPID CUNTS!” screamed Amelie.  Her apartment was soundproofed, but the idea that someone might hear her – and the humiliation she would feel if they did – just somehow made it hotter.

And then Chris was cumming, spurting his semen into Gail’s unwilling womb, and once Amelie realised that, she was cumming, too, her legs shaking and giving way, forcing her to sink to her knees.

Chris pulled out of Gail, and he crawled up to sit at the head of the bed with his legs crossed.  Gail was still crying, so he took her head and put it in his lap, and then pushed his cock towards her lips.

“Open up,” he said.  “Time to suck on your lollipop.  Suck me clean.”

She wouldn’t open her mouth, so he slapped her gently, and when her mouth opened he pushed his cock into it.

“Good girl,” he said.  “Such a good girl.  See how happy you make me?  You’re really pretty, you know.  So pretty, and such a good rape-doll.  Most girls aren’t so fun to rape, but you’re special.  Doesn’t that make you happy?  To be so good at being a rape-doll?  You should be proud.”

He stroked her hair affectionately as she reluctantly sucked.  Then he motioned to Amelie.

“Come up and lick her clean, miss,” he said.  “I reckon she’ll enjoy a gentle licking.”

Amelie felt a sudden irrational surge of jealousy at the affection Chris was showing to Gail, even though this was exactly what she wanted him to do.  But she obeyed, and crawled to the foot of the bed.  Leaning forward, she began to lick Chris’ cum out of Gail’s cunt.  Gail moaned when she felt Amelie’s tongue, and began to clench her legs, but Chris reached down and put his fingers on Gail’s clitoris.

“Be good,” he warned Gail, “because I can pinch or slap.  You just let Miss Amelie do her thing and enjoy, like a good girl.”

Gail tensed for a moment, and then relaxed, and let Amelie lick her.

“Now, I’m sorry I had to slap you and be violent with you,” said Chris.  “I didn’t want to, really.  You’ve got a pretty face, and it’s even prettier when it’s crying, but I don’t reckon you’d look good with bruises, so I really don’t want to slap you.  But the thing is that you’re a dumb slut that doesn’t know she’s a rape-doll, and that’s making you unhappy.  I don’t think you’ve had a very happy life recently, have you?”

He paused.  Gail didn’t respond.  Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be focused on sucking Chris’ cock.

“Long work hours,” said Chris.  “Not much money.  No respect from customers or your boss.  I know.  I’ve seen it.  You look real pretty in your waitress dress, but kind of sad, too.”

He paused again and let her suck.  Her eyes were open now, and there was uncertainty in them.

“I seen a man in your cafe grope your tits when you leaned down to pour coffee,” said Chris.  “And he called you a slut and asked if you wanted to ride his dick.  And that made you so unhappy.  You jumped up, blushing and looking kind of angry, and you went in the back of the cafe, and I couldn’t see you there but I think you went to the toilets and cried.  Am I right?”

She didn’t respond, but she didn’t disagree.

“But with a change of attitude, you could have been so happy,” said Chris.  “A lot of girls feel good when their tits are groped.  You could have giggled and said thank you.  If you’d known that he was right, that you *were* a cunt, that wouldn’t have bothered you at all.  And you could have had a really fun time riding his dick.  You could have gone home floating on cloud nine from having a good dicking – and you would have made that man happy, too, which would have been a real nice thing to do.  And it’s just a matter of attitude.”

He stroked her hair again.

“You want to be happy, don’t you?” he asked.

And now, with his dick still in her mouth, she nodded slightly.

“Good girl,” said Chris.  “Very good girl.  Well, you’re in luck, because Miss Amelie and me are going to slap and rape all the dumb cunt out of you, until you know how to be happy.  And when I’m sure you’re happy, I’m going to let you go.  Won’t that be nice?”

She started to cry again, tears running down her face, but she once again nodded her head with her mouth full of Chris’ dick, and it might have been the feel of hot salty tears on his cock, or the nodding motion, but either way Chris found himself cumming again, so he grabbed her hair and held her close, not letting her pull away or breathe, until she had swallowed all his cum like a good girl.

And a moment later Gail was cumming too, from the stimulation of Amelie’s tongue.

Chris looked over at Amelie and smiled.

“Is that about what you had in mind, Miss Amelie?” he said.

It was.  It absolutely was.

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