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Madelyn never knew afterwards whether her blurred and distorted memories of what happened to her in the club bathroom were a response to her violation, or whether her mind had simply been too addled by Logan’s machine to form memories properly in the first place.
She remembered stumbling towards the women’s toilets, but there was a line of women at the door waiting for them. She felt a male hand on her shoulder, and someone said, “Not there, cuntface. Use the other ones.”
People were looking at Madelyn strangely, and she remembered that her tits were still exposed. She felt a surge of shame and embarrassment, and she tried to command herself to cover them, and stop being a slut. But Logan had wanted her to bare them, and Logan was a man. He knew best. Her body *wanted* to obey him, the same way it wanted water when she was thirsty and food when she was hungry.
She staggered down the hall and pushed open the door to the men’s toilets. There were three men here, pissing in the urinals. Madelyn stared at their cocks. Before today she had never seen an actual man’s cock in real life. But just a few minutes earlier she had taken her cousin’s cock out of his pants and held it while he pissed. And then she had drunk his piss from a glass. Like a disgusting whore.
Someone came into the toilets behind her. It was Logan, and his two male friends were following behind him.
“Hello, gents,” he said, to the men at the urinals. “We’re just going to have a little fun with this bitch. If you’ve got a problem with that, feel free to clear out.”
Two of the men zipped up their pants and left in a hurry. The other remained, his cock still hanging out of his pants.
Jack was still filming Madelyn. Logan’s other male friend – Madelyn thought his name was Stefan – was unzipping his trousers.
“Strip, cuntface,” said Logan.
“No,” moaned Madelyn. “No….”
But her hands were obeying. They wanted to obey. They were pulling off her dress, and then a moment later she was pulling down her panties. She handed each item of clothing to Logan submissively until she was nude, but for her high heels, in a men’s toilets.
“Fuck, that’s a nice cunt,” said Stefan. “Looks like it would be fun to cum in.”
“Stay away from her cunt,” snapped Logan. “She’s not on birth control, and my grandfather will kill me if I knock her up now.”
Madelyn didn’t understand. Logan’s grandfather? What did he have to do with anything? And how did Logan know she wasn’t on birth control? Madelyn’s mother always said the pill was for sluts – and Madelyn didn’t agree, especially given how her mother had gotten pregnant at such a young age, but the need to hide her intentions from her mother had meant she had never quite gotten around to getting a prescription for the pill by herself.
“Kneel, bitch,” said Logan, and Madelyn did, her legs obeying the male voice before her brain could engage. The bathroom floor was cold and wet and it made her flinch.
“Tell us what you want,” said Logan. “If you get it right in three tries, you can have your clothes back when you’re done. If not, we’ll do it to you anyway and you can go home nude.”
“I want my clothes back,” moaned Madelyn. “Please let me go.”
Logan calmly, coldly, slapped Madelyn across the face. SLAP.
Madelyn’s mouth popped open in an O of shock.
“Wrong,” said Logan. “Try again. You have two guesses left.”
Madelyn looked around, wildly, wishing her brain was working, wishing that she could think. What did they expect her to say?
“I want… I want to be nice to you,” she said, hopefully.
SLAP. Logan hit her harder than before.
“Right direction, wrong answer,” he said. “Think carefully, cunt. You only have one more guess. Look around you.”
She looked. The man who had been pissing when she came in had his cock in his hand and he was stroking it. Stefan was stroking his cock too. Jack was unzipping his pants. Logan had an obvious erection beneath his trousers.
They wanted to fuck her. They were going to fuck her.
Except… Logan had told them to stay away from her cunt. So… that left two major holes.
She decided to take a risk on the least worst one.
“I want to suck your cocks,” she gasped. “I want to suck all your cocks and let you… cum on me. Or in my mouth.”
Logan laughed.
“Good girl,” he said. “That’s the correct answer. And I want you to remember that you asked for it. You could have stayed silent and made it clear that this was non-consensually, but you chose to ask for it.”
And with that, Stefan stepped forward, grabbed a firm fistful of her hair, and shoved his dick into her mouth.
“If you look like you’re not consenting, you get slapped,” said Logan. “If you don’t please us, you get slapped. If you make this difficult or unpleasant for us in any way, you get slapped. If we don’t have a good time with you overall, we’ll keep your clothes, and if we think you’re going to be a difficult bitch after we’re done then we might not let you go at all. Do you understand?”
Madelyn nodded with her mouthful of cock.
“Good cunt,” said Logan.
And with that, they began to rape her face.
Madelyn discovered several things as she sucked cocks in the men’s toilet. She had never had any sexual experience before, so these discoveries were all entirely new to her.
The first was that it was surprisingly satisfying to have a cock in her mouth. It satisfied a deep oral urge in her. She felt like a baby sucking on a pacifier. Having her mouth plugged with a cock felt *right*. It felt good.
Was that the doing of Logan’s device? Was it awakening some female oral fixation inside her? Surely it was. Surely *Madelyn* didn’t have these cravings.
The second thing she discovered was that the taste of cock was delightful. The warmth of a man’s shaft and the soft skin of the penis were very pleasant to run her tongue over, and the taste of pre-cum gave her a thrill of ecstasy. She felt her cunt getting wet as she sucked, and when her first partner, Stefan, ejaculated into her mouth, she very nearly orgasmed at the sudden rush of delicious semen. She swallowed it eagerly and ran her tongue over the tip of his cock, seeking more.
This, too, must surely be Logan’s device. No girl she knew had ever described the taste of cum in terms glowing enough to fit what Madelyn was now feeling. Logan had done something to her to make her love the taste of jizz. But knowing that didn’t change the pleasure she felt as she swallowed each fresh load of cum.
The third thing was that the best way to survive the experience of being raped was to just turn off her brain and let the men control her. And when she did, all the shame and violation she was feeling went away, and was replaced by a feeling of calmness. She had no choices. There was nothing she could do. These men were just going to use her, in the way they wanted to use her, and she couldn’t change that, and she didn’t have any say in it, and her opinions weren’t relevant to whether or not it happened.
And the humiliating truth was that – helpless, nude, being raped in a men’s toilet with the taste of cum in her mouth – this was the calmest and happiest that Madelyn’s mind had ever felt.
And that was the memory that stayed with her even when this was all over, when the specific images and order of events became muddled, and the full traumatic weight of her violation was clear to her in her mind.
She remembered that it had made her happy and docile.
After Stefan discharged his spunk into her mouth, the man who had been pissing in the urinal also fucked her mouth and ejaculated into it. Jack fucked her mouth until he was almost ready to cum, and then pulled out and deliberately sprayed his spunk over her face and tits. Logan put his cock into her mouth, and by this point Stefan was hard again, and masturbating, and soon she took another load of cum from Stefan in her hair.
Logan fucked her mouth slowly and deliberately, and when he eventually ejaculated into her he didn’t pull out, but instead waited, holding her in place by her hair, and after a moment Madelyn groaned in disgusted horror as she felt him start to piss into her mouth.
After their earlier performance at the table there wasn’t much in his bladder, but Madelyn had no choice but to swallow submissively until he was done.
“Good girl,” said Logan when she was done. “We’ll be seeing you around, Madelyn. Consider this a little practice.”
And with that, he threw her panties and dress to her, and walked out with his friends and the other man, leaving her alone on the floor of the men’s toilets.
By the time she dressed, and cleaned the cum off her as best as she could, and staggered back to the table, they were all gone, and the newly-bimbofied Kaitlyn was gone too. Only Avery was there, and she took one look at Madelyn – her hair dishevelled, her face still showing hints of cum – and leapt to her feet and embraced her sister.
“Please don’t talk about this,” whispered Madelyn. “Please don’t tell anyone. We can’t tell anyone this happened. And we can never, ever tell mom.”
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Stacy Hornwood stared at the three men in ski masks who had just invaded her house – and at the knives they were carrying.
“Please,” she begged again. “Please just leave. I won’t tell anyone.”
“You’re damn right you won’t tell anyone, bitch,” said the first man, waving his knife. “And you’re going to do as you’re told. And that means strip. We want to see those hooters.”
“Please, sir…” Stacy begged again.
“Sir?” said the first man. “Fuck ‘sir’. You can call me ‘Master’, bitch.”
He gestured at the other two men. “And you can call him ‘Boss’, and call him ‘Daddy’.”
‘Daddy’ laughed, a cruel, idiot sound. “Daddy. I like that.”
Boss, meanwhile, had his phone out, and was filming Stacy.
Master stabbed the knife through the air towards Stacy.
“Do I have to cut you, bitch?” he said. “Start stripping.”
“Yes, Master,” said Stacy quickly. She shrugged off the robe, to reveal her negligee and panties, and then, blushing, she lifted the negligee over her head to reveal her tits.
“Fuck,” said Boss. “Those are some nice milk jugs.”
Stacy looked at the ground, her face red. She had been buxom as a teenager, but breastfeeding two babies back-to-back had swollen her already prodigious bosom to an impressive size. Her breasts had expanded to produce milk when Madelyn was born, and her Uncle Benjamin had responded by booking her for hucow scenes, where she was placed in industrial milking machines and milked on camera.
The result had been that, instead of her breasts naturally reducing as Stacy grew, they had produced more and more milk with each month, as her second daughter Avery grew in her belly, and by the time Avery was born Stacy’s tits had been leaking milk around the clock, and she had been forced to spend multiple hours a day milking herself into buckets to use up the excess milk that her daughters were simply not hungry enough to consume.
It seemed to Stacy that her breasts had simply accepted the cow-like proportions of her second pregnancy as the new normal, and even today her breasts could be induced to squirt enough milk to fill a small glass, if they were squeezed just right (and particularly if she was horny).
Today was the first time that anyone but her doctors had seen her tits in the flesh since the day she had completed her porn contract, and letting these anonymous armed men gaze at her fuckbags was somehow more humiliating than any of the porn scenes she had filmed.
“Now the panties,” said Master.
Stacy obediently slid her panties down her legs. Part of her wanted to cover her bare cunt, but that instinct had been trained out of her on the porn sets. Instead, she left her hands by her sides and let them stare at her hairless twat. Her Uncle Benjamin had paid for laser treatment to leave her pussy hairless at the very beginning of her porn engagement.
“Here’s the deal, bitch,” said Master. “If you can get us all to cum in your cunt before your daughters get home, we’ll leave. But if we’re still going when they turn up, we’ll invite them to join the party, if you follow my meaning.”
Stacy was pale with despair. “Please, no,” she begged. “I’m not… I’m not on any birth control.”
“Daddy” laughed. “That sounds like a bitch problem, not a problem for us.”
“We’re serious,” said Master. “You’d best start working for our cocks.”
Stacy took a deep breath. She could tell they *were* serious. It was only through luck that they were planning to rape her, and not forcing themselves on her beautiful, perfect daughters.
She had to do this for Madelyn and Avery. It was what any good mother would do.
She fell to her knees and crawled towards Master. When she got there, she unzipped his pants and took out his cock. Gently, she licked the tip with her tongue.
“Please,” she said, in her sexiest voice. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to cum inside me.”
She pumped his cock as she looked up at him with big, vulnerable eyes.
“But please, you can’t tell anyone,” she said. “Especially my daughters. My daughters can never, ever know.”
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