Twice every year, billionaire Joseph Greenhill played a cruel game with the local Catholic schoolgirls. He would place posters in every Catholic girls’ school and Catholic church in the area, and pay the priests and nuns and teachers to look the other way.
The posters made a very simple offer. Greenhill pay any girl aged 18 to 25 the sum of $10,000 in cash, on the condition that they spend the night naked in the wooded estate around his mansion and never speak of anything that might happen as a result. Their participation would be confidential and anonymous.
It was a terrible offer, of course. But the Catholic girls in the area were poor, and they were stupid, and the sheer scandalous naughtiness of the idea had a certain allure. And so they would shyly contact Greenhill, either online, or by turning up at his mansion, and he would tell them they were very good girls, very brave girls, very beautiful girls, who were making a smart choice.
On the night in question he would huddle the girls together in a large metal outdoor cage and tell them to strip, passing their clothes to him through the bars.
His male friends would turn up at his house, surveying the caged girls, laughing, speculating on which ones looked most fuckable. The girls would become scared, beginning to sense they had made a very bad mistake.
Greenhill would encourage the girls to kiss each other, and fondle each other’s cunts and tits. It wasn’t an order, and there was no threat attached, but many of the girls, terrified and eager to please him, would obey anyway, overcoming the aversion to lesbianism instilled in them by the church in order to tongue-kiss the other girls and rub each other’s pussies for the entertainment of the men.
And then, finally, once the men had had enough alcohol, and the girls had reached a fever pitch of fear and – in some cases – lust, Greenhill would start the true entertainment.
He would open the cage, fire a starter’s pistol into the air, and yell at the girls to run. To the men, he would shout, “You can rape whatever you catch.”
What followed would be a wild chase through the wooded grounds of Greenhill’s estate. There were high electrified fences around it – there was no way for the girls to escape. In the event that any girl did manage to elude her pursuers for long, her position would be identified with security cameras, and great spotlights would be turned on her location.
One by one the men would catch the silly little bitches, wrestle them to the ground, and then force their cocks into the girls’ helpless cunts. Every girl was raped at least once. Some were raped many times.
When the dawn came, the girls were finally allowed to stagger away from the mansion. They were not given back their clothes. Many were covered in cum.
True to his word, Greenhill paid every girl $10,000. It was a trivial amount to him, although for the girls it would make all the difference in the world. After all, a good number of them were now pregnant. Not believing in abortion, they would be forced to drop out of school and employment to birth and raise their rape-babies. The $10,000 would barely cover their medical costs, let alone the basic costs of raising a child.
Greenhill wasn’t a complete monster, of course. He offered a guarantee of employment at his range of nationwide brothels to any girl who played his game. People would pay a lot to fuck a pregnant young woman, especially if they thought she didn’t want to be there and wasn’t allowed to say no. Of course, Greenhill didn’t require his customers to use condoms, so if a girl kept working there after giving birth, she *would* be impregnated again.
Or, if the girls were pretty enough and stupid enough, they could come back and play his game again, and spend another night being hunted and raped by rich assholes. Many girls did.
And some – the truly special ones – even seemed to like it…
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