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When they reached Harrison’s address, they used the cover of darkness to drag Hayley, nude, from the van into the house, with Harrison whispering in her ear that if she screamed or struggled he would hurt her.
Despite the warning, though, when they reached Harrison’s doorstep, Hayley elbowed him in the stomach, hard, and tried to run. She might have succeeded, too, if Cait hadn’t been ready to react. The smaller woman grabbed a handful of Hayley’s hair and yanked her head back, and by that point Harrison was recovered and able to grab Hayley’s body and manhandle her into the house.
Cait reached into the bag she was carrying and came out with a roll of duct tape. Then she reached under her own skirt, wiggled her panties down her legs, and then pushed them into the struggling Hayley’s mouth, before running tape across Hayley’s mouth to seal them in there and stop the girl from screaming.
“Stupid bitch,” hissed Cait. “You’re lucky this man didn’t kill you.”
Hayley’s eyes went wide with fear.
Harrison dragged Hayley into his bedroom, where Jenny was waiting, nude, in her cage. He threw Hayley onto the bed, and stood over her.
“Rape her,” said Cait.
“What?” said Harrison. “She’s… we know she’s not under the Pattern now.”
“But she will be,” said Cait. “She’s eventually going to want to rape. And she needs to learn there are lessons for struggling, or else you’re going to have more trouble with her.”
Harrison’s cock was hard. The thought of pushing it back into Hayley’s delicious cunt was very attractive.
“And you know I need to see women raped in order to resist the Pattern myself,” said Cait. “You’ll be helping me – and you need me lucid in order to work out how to break the Pattern. And to stop that film of you going public.”
Cait had just watched the video of him raping Hayley only hours before. Did she really need to see another rape already? Or was she just an addict, who could never get enough?
Probably the latter, Harrison thought. But she was right that it was essential to keep Cait from descending further into the pattern. And he *did* need to discipline Hayley somehow, for her own good…
“Fuck it,” he said. He took out his cock, and climbed onto the bed.
“Spread your legs, bitch,” he said to Hayley, forgetting that there was no particular need to call a woman a bitch if she wasn’t under the Pattern.
Hayley had no intention of spreading her legs. She kept her knees tightly together, so Harrison had to use his strength to pry them apart, and that was arousing too. He moved his body between them, once they were parted, to keep them apart, and then he slapped her across the face to encourage her submission, before finally sinking his cock into her pussy.
He marvelled that – as before – she was wet for his cock. If this alleged feminist could have a wet cunt for rape even without the Pattern, was she really that innocent? Were her tears and struggles just an act? Maybe she had spent her whole life fantasising about exactly what was happening to her. Maybe Harrison was just making her erotic dreams come true.
He started to fuck her – and as he did, he realised that Cait had her hand under skirt. She was masturbating as she watched him rape Hayley. He wished she would raise her skirt just a little higher so he could see her pussy. Cait was spicy. She had struggled far harder against the Pattern than Jenny – and Harrison imagined that she would be twice as fun to rape as a result. To deliberately force her to embrace the Pattern, to see herself as an object for men to fuck…
No. He couldn’t think that way. He was trying to *break* the Pattern, not help it. He would rape women – but only for their own good. Not for his own pleasure.
He fucked Hayley harder, and soon he felt his orgasm hit him. He shuddered as he spurted more cum into Hayley’s womb.
When he pulled out, he went to Jenny’s cage and let her out.
“Harrison, what’s happening?” she said in a small voice as she crawled through the cage door.
“Ssh,” said Harrison. “Don’t ask questions. Just clean my cock.” He pushed his dick against her mouth, and Jenny obediently opened her lips and began to suck it clean.
When she had sucked the remaining cum and cunt juices off his cock, he grabbed her hair and pulled her up to the bed. He pointed at Hayley. “Lick her clean, too.”
Hayley immediately squealed into her gag, and clamped her legs closed again.
“Be a good girl and force her,” said Harrison.
Jenny looked at him with wide eyes, part of her hoping to not be forced into a further degradation, a further corruption.
He slapped her.
“You heard what I said, you dumb slut,” he said. “Force the bitch’s legs apart and lick her cunt clean.”
He held down Hayley’s shoulders to help, and Jenny compliantly forced Hayley’s legs open, and then lowered her head to begin licking Harrison’s sperm out of Hayley’s freshly-raped snatch.
When Jenny’s tongue went into Hayley’s fuckhole for the first time, Cait moaned and began to shake, as she reached her own orgasm.
To Harrison’s disappointment, Hayley didn’t cum from Jenny’s ministrations, but nevertheless it had been an enjoyable rape. When Jenny was done, Harrison pulled Hayley up from the bed, brought her down to the floor, and then forced her into the dog cage that he had been keeping Jenny in.
Jenny was still looking dumbly at Harrison for an explanation as to who these new women were. Harrison just ruffled her hair and said, “We’re going to help you, Jenny.” Part of treating her as she needed to be treated involved not giving her more information than she needed, or making her a part of conversations that she didn’t have anything to add to.
“So what now?” Harrison asked Cait.
“Give me some time to set up for exposing Hayley to the Pattern,” said Cait. “Have you got a spare room or study I can use?”
“Absolutely,” said Harrison. “The guest bedroom.”
“Great,” said Cait. “I’ll put my laptop in there and get it ready, then I’ll come and get Hayley and tie her to a chair and put the testing electrodes on her.”
Harrison left her to get started, and went to use his own computer while she did. He brought Jenny with him, and slapped her a couple of times, before positioning her under his desk, between his legs, so she could suck his dick while he worked.
His first stop was to buy an extra dog-cage. He would need two if he wanted to keep Jenny and Hayley caged at the same time. He picked out a large cage and added it to his online shopping cart – and then he remembered his thought about how nice it would be to rape Cait. He wouldn’t, of course…
.. but he added another cage to the cart, just in case.
And then he thought about how *easy* it had been to abduct Hayley and rape her, and bring her to his house, and how they might need more test subjects to *really* understand how the Pattern worked….
He added another three cages to the cart, and then pressed “Checkout”.
There was a message in Harrison’s inbox from the lawyer, Pablo Ruiz. The transfer-of-ownership documents for Jenny’s assets were ready for signature. Harrison replied that he would have Jenny at Pablo’s office the following day – and then he also instructed Pablo to draw up similar documents for a “Hayley Constance”, with the note that he may or may not need them when they were done.
Then he browsed the Bitch Kennel forums for a while. He read about creative ways to torture and train women, and he looked at nude photographs of other women who had been trapped by the Pattern. He found one post advertising a product called “Bitch Chow” – a food with the slimy consistency and unpleasant taste of wet dog food, but which was very cheap and contained all the necessary proteins and nutrients to keep a woman alive and healthy, with added compounds that would promote arousal, lactation, fertility and obedience.
He ordered a few weeks’ supply of it, to try it out.
Shortly after, he orgasmed into Jenny’s mouth while watching a video of a beautiful crying busty woman being raped by a masked man. He felt guilty getting off to a non-consenting woman’s rape – but he hadn’t made it happen, he was working to stop it happening to other women, and didn’t it make it better that the woman’s suffering had at least brought pleasure to someone, rather than being totally pointless?
When Jenny had sucked his dick clean, he put her back in her cage, and then went to check on Cait.
Cait had brought Hayley into the guest bedroom and duct taped her to an office chair with her legs spread and a Hitachi vibrator nestled against her pussy. Her eyes were taped open, and Hayley had placed a crown of electrodes over her head. Further electrodes were taped to her neck, breasts, stomach, and inner thighs.
Cait saw Harrison looking.
“The Pattern encourages the woman to masturbate as she watches the video,” said Cait, “but we can’t trust Hayley to have her hands free, so the vibrator will simulate that aspect.”
“Doesn’t the woman also have to *want* to engage with the video to some extent?” said Harrison.
“Oh, she wants to,” said Cait. “Don’t you, Hayley?”
Hayley tried to nod her head eagerly, but her restraints mostly prevented her.
“Hayley understands that if she doesn’t properly experience the Pattern, then she will be of no use to us,” said Cait. “In fact, she’ll be a liability, and we’ll have to… dispose of her.”
Harrison recoiled. He had no intention of killing anyone, regardless of what Cait said – and he’d stop Cait from doing it, if it came to that.
But he also realised that Cait’s threat was having the desired effect on Hayley. They *did* need Hayley to mentally cooperate – even if she was only doing so to escape some worse fate.
And so he said nothing.
“I think I’m about ready to go,” said Cait. “I’ll need you to start the video – I can’t risk being in the same room as it when it starts. Just push the Enter button on the laptop – and then you should probably leave the room too. The video *shouldn’t* work on men, but we don’t need to find out there are unintended effects.”
Harrison looked at Hayley.
“This will be good for you,” he said, and then paused, before adding, “eventually.”
Cait scurried out of the guest room.
Harrison ensured that Hayley was facing the screen directly.
Then he pressed Enter, and hurried out, avoiding looking at the screen. He heard strange noises start behind him – something between waves at the ocean, and static on a TV screen.
He closed the guest room door, sealing Hayley in with the Pattern.
“Are we really doing the right thing?” he asked Cait, out in the hallway.
“Of course we are,” said Cait. “We’re probably the only ones who have a chance of beating the Pattern. If we don’t do this, who knows how many women will be enslaved? Maybe every woman in the world, eventually.”
She moved closer to Harrison, and her hand went down to stroke Harrison’s cock through his pants. Harrison didn’t think she was aware she was doing it – it was almost an unconscious instinct.
“Don’t you see the irony, Harrison?” she said. “No feminist who ever lived has done as much for the cause of women’s freedom as you’re going to do by raping them and keeping them in cages while we work this out. If the world was fair, every living woman would suck your cock as thanks for what you’re doing here and beg to be impregnated by your cum.”
“That sounds so weird to hear…” said Harrison. He had orgasmed so many times today already, and yet Cait’s hand still felt good, teasing his cock.
“But it’s true,” said Cait. “You’re a hero, Harrison.” Her eyes flashed with excitement, and then she added:
“Now – can I have a turn raping your other pet? The one who was in a cage when we got here? Pretty please? And is it okay to slap her tits while I hump her face?”
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