Story: Persephone Nine, Chapter 29 – The Bitch

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Victoria told Vice most of it afterwards.

How she had been sitting in camp, idly playing with her tits as she looked at Amy’s naked body.  She wanted to be masturbating, but her collar wouldn’t let her touch her own pussy.

She had never been a lesbian before Persephone Nine, but now the sight of Amy’s breasts, bound prettily in ribbon, aroused her.  She couldn’t look at Amy’s nude cunt without thinking about licking it – or watching Vice rape it – both of which would bring Victoria sexual pleasure.

She had changed so much since coming to Persephone Nine.

She knew that she should see it as changes for the worse.  Only a few months ago, the thought of becoming aroused by thoughts of raping her female friend would have been impossible to her.  To think of herself as the obedient harem-pet of a man she had initially hated would have been disgusting.  She would rather have died than call herself a brainless parasite that fed on cum – but now at some level she honestly believed that to be true.

It should be a bad change.  But she knew that there was more to the story than that.  Why had she hated Vice initially?  Because she had thought he would rape and enslave her?  No – she had hated him because he was *poor*, or at least poor in comparison to her own inherited wealth.  She had looked down on the other women because they were *common*.  She had been so uppity, so arrogant, that she had betrayed her fellow castaways and almost gotten them all killed.  

In short, she had been a bitch.

But bitch had two meanings.  The first was an unpleasant difficult woman prone to disrespect, violence and aggression.  A woman who deserved to be slapped and raped.

The second was a female dog.

Victoria had been gang-raped by Rapehounds – basically alien dogs.  They had forced their huge cocks into her cunt, her mouth, and her anus, and ejaculated into her again and again.  They had held her down, and growled and bit her when she resisted, until she had submitted, and become their unresisting sex-toy.  And she had orgasmed from being raped by them – orgasmed again and again.

She would never forget that had happened.  She would never be *allowed* to forget – Vice had tattooed it on her arm.  “FUCKED IN THE CUNT LIKE A STUPID TRAITOROUS BITCH BY RAPEHOUNDS.  MULTIPLE ORGASMS.  ENJOYED IT TOO MUCH.”

Any sexual partner she ever had would see it, and know.  She could have it removed – but she knew she wouldn’t.  She deserved it.  And besides, she knew now that the only sexual partners she would have after leaving this planet would be Vice, and her harem-sisters, and anyone that Vice instructed her to fuck.  She was his property, and she would remain his property.

She was a bitch.  She always had been, and always would be.  Even the other girls, who Vice had trained to cum from rape and abuse, had not fucked dogs, had not orgasmed from fucking dogs.  Only Victoria was that slutty, that disgusting.

She had begun thumbing through the Book of Galliard.  It was the most misogynistic thing she had ever read – and she still felt shame at how *aroused* it made her.  Reading how she was an object for men to ejaculate into made her pussy throb.  There was something about it that made sense of her whole experience on Persephone Nine.  

If she was a rational, thinking, empowered human then everything that had happened on this planet was horrible and traumatic, and her responses to it had been pathetic, disgusting, stupid and inexplicable.  But if she was a fucktoy – had only ever been a fucktoy, just a pair of tits and a cunt – then it all made perfect sense.  She was reacting the way that any woman might be expected to react, and there was nothing unusual about that at all.

She pinched her nipples, enjoying the mixture of sexual pain and pleasure, and whispered, “I am a parasite that feeds on sperm.  I think with my cunt and my udders.”

She thought of being fucked by the Rapehounds again, and her pussy got so wet that she contemplated going to Vice and begging him to rape her.

She was so worthless.  Vice had fought so hard to save all the girls, and now the Galliard were going to come and Victoria was going to be useless.  Vice was very clever, and he might save them all regardless, but it was also possible that the Galliard would win, and take Victoria for brainwashing like they had done with Cunt, and she would be nothing but a brainless set of holes for their breeding and milk farms for the rest of her life.

She deserved that, she knew.

But then she found the passage in the Book of Galliard about the Rapehounds.  And an idea came to her.  A perfect, beautiful idea, that encompassed her perversion, her worthlessness, her need to be raped, her love of Vice – and her fundamental identity as a bitch.

It had not been difficult to locate the Rapehounds,  She started when she heard a distant howl, and then she headed down the beach until she found some of their tracks.

Once she got closer, they found her before she found them.  They scented her wet cunt on the wind, and came howling towards her.

She began to shake with remembered trauma when she saw them.  Each the size of a cow, wolf-like and yet not wolves.  Fundamentally alien, covered in dark matted fur, and moving in a pack.  Seven of them – the same seven that had raped her before – and completely focused on her cunt.

Last time they had knocked Victoria to the ground, and forced themselves onto her.

But that was no way for a woman to behave – to make it harder for a male to utilise her holes.  It was not what a good girl should do – and Victoria desperately wanted to be a good girl.

Shaking, she dropped to her knees, and then turned her back on the Rapehounds.  She leant forward until her face and tits were pressed against the sand of the beach, and then she reached back with her hands to spread her cunt and anus for the monsters.

She was choosing to be raped by animals.  Actively making it easier for them.  Did that make her a better woman – or a more disgusting one?

Both, she thought.  

She heard a Rapehound approach her from behind, and bend down and sniff her.  She felt its hot breath on her perineum and cuntlips.

And then she jumped as something warm and wet touched her cunt.  It wasn’t a cock – it was the monster’s tongue!

They hadn’t done this before – and she hadn’t realised how long and flexible their tongues were.  Far more than any Earth dog.  It licked along the length of her cunt, from her clitoris to her fuckhole, sampling her slut nectar – and then it pushed its tongue up her cunt.

She moaned, and almost immediately orgasmed, as she felt its tongue explore her fucktunnel, and slither and writhe within her, and then probe her G-spot with surprising force..

Another Rapehound approached – and she squealed as this one licked between her buttocks, then pushed its tongue against her anal sphincter and slipped inside her, sliding effortlessly into her asshole.  

Both creatures were licking *inside* her, at the same time.  Sometimes their tongues pressed against each other through the flesh that separated her cunt from her anus.   It was like nothing she had ever experienced.  It felt slutty, it felt perverted – and it felt amazing.

Another Rapehound moved around in front of Victoria.  She could see its massive cock bouncing beneath it, and her eyes fixed on the drop of white fluid visible at its tip.  But it was not its cock that it intended to use on her – not yet.   Instead, the Rapehound brought its head down to her level – and then extended its tongue, and pushed it into her mouth.

Victoria wanted to gag, as the slimy, muscly tongue slipped between her lips and pushed into her mouth.  She was tongue-kissing a *dog* – or its alien equivalent.  Its saliva was in her mouth, and its hot breath was on her face.  And yet, she submitted, allowing it to happen, and even tried to kiss back, sucking on its tongue, pushing her lips against its muzzle. 

Human or not, these creatures were males, and it was her nature, her destiny, and her duty to submit to them, to please them, to allow them to use her holes.

And then the hounds at her rear withdrew their tongues from her anus and cunt, and withdrew slightly, and shifted – and then she felt the monstrous cock of a Rapehound pressing at her vaginal entrance, and suddenly that was the only thing she could concentrate on.

It put its paws on her back – on her shoulders – and she could feel its claws press into her skin, not drawing blood, just threatening.  Then it brought its weight down on her, pushing her down into the sand, crushing her tits against the beach.  Victoria couldn’t have moved if she wanted to.  She sucked on the tongue of the hound in front of her, and tried not to squeal as the hound slowly drove its cock into her fucktunnel.

It was happening again.  She was being fucked by Rapehounds again.  To have it happen once might be an accident.  To let it happen a second time – to deliberately seek it out – showed that it was her nature.  She was a dogfucker.  She needed to understand and accept that about herself.  

And if she needed proof, it felt *good*.  Nothing else that she had ever had inside her filled her as completely as the Rapehound’s cock.  She knew, logically, that although these monsters had over three times the girth of a human cock, they were still not as wide as the head of a baby, and thus her cunt was capable of accommodating them – and yet she still felt tears forming in her eyes as they stretched her fucktunnel wide.  But she liked it.  She liked being this full.  She liked being used this completely.  The hound’s dick rubbed against all sides of her vagina at once, and it felt amazing.  She couldn’t possibly be wetter, and she immediately felt her hips beginning to twitch, trying to buck against her rapist, trying to please this alien animal – and herself – as it raped her.  

She felt it grunt, and shudder, and she felt wetness leaking from her twat, and she knew that it had orgasmed, ejaculating inside her, and that knowledge made her cum as well.  Unlike dogs, the Rapehounds didn’t knot, and it was able to withdraw from her, which was just as well, as Victoria blushed at the thought of being dragged around the beach by a Rapehound’s dick.  But no sooner had her first partner moved off her than another took its place, shoving its massive tool into her pussy and resuming her fucking.

This one placed its paws on either side of her, rather than on her back, and Victoria was able to raise herself up a little – and as soon as she did, the Rapehound she had been kissing pulled away from her, and then moved up, standing sideways next to her.  It growled at her, and Victoria knew what it wanted.  She reached out and took its erect cock, pulling it sideways a little, and put the tip in her mouth.  She began to suck.  She hated that she found herself enjoying the taste of its dick, and the salty savour of its pre-cum.

When the second Rapehound came inside her, there was a brief pause before another took its place.  During this time, one of the beasts came up alongside her and straddled her back, its front legs near her left arm and its back near her right arm.  Its lowered its haunches so its dick poked against her tits, which were hanging down beneath her, and then it began to hump.  It was so forceful that each motion of its hips made its cock hit her right tits with the force of a bruising punch, and Victoria began to squeal around her mouthful of dick – but it was over quickly, and soon the Rapehound was spurting its huge quantity of cum – it must have been nearly half a litre – all across her breasts.

She barely had time to reflect on this before the Rapehound cock in her mouth also began to spurt cum, and Victoria struggled desperately to swallow it all.  Letting any drip out of her mouth felt disobedient.  She tried to be a good girl.

No sooner had she swallowed the cum than another Rapehound put its weight on her and shoved its cock into her pussy.  Her face and tits were forced back to the sand, and she felt the coarse grit of the beach sticking to her cum-soaked tits.

This Rapehound was her most skilled rapist yet.  It varied its pace, pushing deliberately against her G-spot, flexing itself inside her, and Victoria came not once but twice before it was done with her.

And when it *was* done – when it fired its sperm inside her like a fire house – something clicked within her. 

Somehow she *knew* that this hound had done what she had come here for.  It had spent its seed in her womb – in her *fertile* womb – and its alien DNA had taken hold.  She been impregnated – bred like the bitch she was by a monstrous dog.  From this moment she was bearing its litter within her.

The Rapehound must have known it too, because when it pulled out of her, it moved around to her head, which was still pressed against the sand, and it lifted one of its hind legs, and it pissed on her.

Not a lot – just enough to mark her as its territory.  As its property.  As its mate.

And it felt right.

The other Rapehounds used her anyway, each one of them using her body to cum at least once, and maybe twice.  She swallowed so much of their cum that her belly already felt swollen with pregnancy.  Her cunt hurt, but the pain was good.

By the time Vice found her, after searching the beach for hours armed with one of his new deadly guns, it was over.  The Rapehounds were curled up in a pack, sleeping, and in their midst – nude, and still suckling on a Rapehound dick like a pacifier – was Victoria.

They had claimed her.  They had bred her.  And therefore they would defend her.

And if she led them back to Vice’s camp, they would defend the whole camp.

Because of Victoria – because she had accepted her place as a bitch – her master Vice and her fellow sister-slaves might all have a chance at survival.

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