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Gary had obtained a black van from somewhere. It couldn’t have looked more like a stereotypical rape van if he had tried. When Amelie ran downstairs to the basement, with her stun gun and the files on the three women she had chosen – desperately hoping no one spotted her in the skimpy bikini and the shirt that said “CUNT” – she soon found herself seated beside him, squished into the passenger seat.
Her phone chimed as she sat, speaking in her voice – her hourly alarm. “Amelie, you are a stupid cunt,” it told her.
“That’s right,” she replied, blushing. “I am a brainless wet-cunted bitch.”
Gary smiled at her self-degradation.
“Masturbate whenever you don’t need your hands,” hje told her, and Amelia obediently began to rub her pussy through the G-string.
“Now, what do you have for me?” he asked, as he started the van, and drove it out of the building’s basement.
Amelie knew what he was asking. He wanted her to give him the name and details of a woman, which he would then rape. And, by virtue of the database Amelie was drawing from, it would be a woman who had been raped before, and reported it to the police.
What Amelie was about to do was unconscionable – but she had already gone so far. At the urging of her tormentors, she had secretly registered herself as a sex offender, betrayed the confidential details of complainants, and invited her clients to rape her in her office and at home. Worst of all, she had an unwilling woman locked in her closet at home right now, that she had used for a rape-threesome alongside one of her rapist clients.
Disobedience was impossible. The consequences were ruinous.
So she dug her hole even deeper.
“Tilly Greenhill,” she said. “A stay-at-home mother. She was raped when she was 18 and got pregnant. She’s 25 now, still single, and her most recent contact was to oppose her rapist receiving parole, which was at a meeting just this month. Her daughter Jennifer is school-aged and will be in classes right now, but Tilly should be at home, and according to her social media she’s still very attractive.”
“Perfect,” said Gary. He took the woman’s address, and soon the van was parking near Tilly’s small suburban one-storey house.
Gary didn’t waste any time. He left the van, motioning for Amelia to follow, and went through the house’s side gate, into the poorly kept backyard.
“My job is to rape her,” he said to Amelie. “Yours is to ruin her life. Make her regret ever reporting her rape. Surprise me.”
He tried the sliding glass rear door, and, finding it unlocked, stepped inside, to small lounge strewn with children’s toys. Up a corridor, a shower was running. He headed directly for it, with Amelie hurrying behind.
At the bathroom, he pushed the door open violently, and was immediately greeted by screams. Amelie couldn’t quite see into the bathroom, but she caught a flash of naked flesh in the shower.
“Shut up!” Gary growled. “You know how this goes. Shut up and you live. Scream and I fucking kill you.”
The screams turned into sobs, and then they were muffled as Gary put a hand over the woman’s mouth and used the other to drag her out of the shower. Amelie saw that the woman was as pretty as her social media had made her out to be, with blonde hair, a cute face, very large tits, and an unshaved pussy.
Gary pulled her down to the hallway to a messy master bedroom, and threw her on the bed, tits down. He pulled apart her legs, took out his cock, spat on it, and then shoved it into her cunt. She screamed again, and Gary swatted her ass with one hand to punish her.
“Shut up and take it, bitch,” he said, as he began to thrust. And then he looked at Amelie.
Amelie realised she had never stopped rubbing her pussy as she got out of the van, and came through the house, and now she was sopping wet, and still teasing her cunt with her fingers through her G-string. She decided she may as well push the G-string cloth out of the way and properly fingerfuck herself.
“This is your fault,” she whispered to the woman. “This is your fault for being a bitch. This is your fault for reporting your rape to the police, and it’s your fault for being a cunt and trying to stop your rapist getting parole. Do you understand that?”
Tilly just sobbed. Amelie kept masturbating.
“We can find you anywhere, at any time,” said Amelie. “And we can do worse to you than just rape you. So you’re going to make some changes in your life. Do you understand?”
Amelie didn’t know how she was coming up with these words. She supposed that she was channeling Gary and Ray – saying the words they would say to her, the words she knew they would want to hear. What would an absolute monster that took sexual pleasure from the misery of women say? She had a fairly good idea, after her recent experiences, and she put that knowledge to use.
“First of all, you’re going to tell the parole board that you changed your mind,” she said. “You’re happy for your rapist to get out of prison. In fact, he can stay with you here in this house, if he wants. And you’re going to celebrate his release by inviting him to rape you again. Can you do that for us, Tilly?”
Tilly just sobbed, so Amelie slapped her cheek with one hand and repeated herself. “Can you do that?”
Tilly nodded, as best she could with her face forced into the bed and Gary’s dick in her pussy.
“Good girl,” said Amelie. “And you’re going to stop birth control. Your daughter Jennifer needs a sister. If your rapist doesn’t knock you up, you’d better start sleeping around, because we want to see another baby in your belly within three months. You won’t like what happens if we have to take your impregnation into our own hands, Tilly.”
“And you’re going to do something about that dirty hairy snatch,” said Amelie. “You’re going to keep it shaved, and every time you shave it you’re going to know that you’re doing it to make yourself more rapeable. And you’re going to write the words “RAPE ME” on your skin above your pussy every morning with a pen, to help remind you. Nod that you understand, Tilly.”
Tilly nodded.
“Good girl,” said Amelie. “And lastly, if you ever imply to *anyone* that you’ve been raped, or assaulted, or harassed – by anyone – we’ll be back here, and what we do to you then will be so much worse than what we’re doing now. Do you understand that?”
Sobbing, Tilly nodded.
“Good girl,” said Amelie.
“I’m about to cum,” grunted Gary.
Amelie knew what he wanted. She immediately moved to behind him, knelt, and reached up between his legs to find the cunt he was busy fucking. She took the stun gun, and pressed it against Tilly’s clitoris, and then discharged it.
Tilly screamed into the pillows, and her whole body bucked, and as she did so, Gary orgasmed, firing his sperm into her womb.
When he pulled out, Amelie quickly moved to take his cock into her mouth and suck it clean.
When she was done, Gary flipped Tilly over so that she was tits-up, his cum leaking from her cunt, her face streaked with tears.
“Photograph her,” he told Amelie. “Print it out at poster size. Put it up in your house.”
Amelie took out her phone and documented Tilly’s freshly-raped body. She knew it was silly to have evidence of their crime on her phone. She knew it would be even sillier to disobey.
Gary took Tilly’s hand and put it on her cunt.
“Masturbate,” he told her. “Keep masturbating until you orgasm. We’ll know if you stop before you do. Don’t move off that bed until you cum.”
Still crying, Tilly began to massage Gary’s cum into her ravished twat.
And with that Gary and Amelie hurriedly exited the house.
“You did well, bitch,” said Gary, when they were back in the van. “Who’s next?”
Amelie shifted uncomfortably – although she was still rubbing her pussy. “Please…” she said. “Isn’t one enough?”
Gary looked at her. “Fire the stun gun into your cunt for talking back to me,” he told her in a flat voice.
She looked back at him.
And then, slowly, she touched the stun gun to her twat and fired it. She had to shove her hand into her mouth to stifle her scream.
And she orgasmed from it. She came, from giving her pussy an agonising shock. She was such a whore.
“Who’s next?” said Gary again.
“Carrie Adamecki,” said Amelie. “Eighteen years old, still in her final year of school. She accused her father of rape. He’s in prison, and Carrie’s in foster care. She should be getting out of school for the day right about now.”
She showed Carrie’s picture to Gary.
“Nice tits,” he grunted.
Amelie’s phone delivered its hourly message, spoken in Amelie’s voice: “Amelie, you are a stupid cunt,” and, instinctively, Amelie replied, “I am a brainless wet-cunted bitch.”
Saying that was coming naturally to her.
Gary smiled at her.
And just like that, they were on their way to Carrie’s school.
They got there just in time to see her coming out of the school gates. She was pretty, and redheaded, and buxom, and looked an absolute treat in her school uniform. She was clearly intending to walk home, so they followed her at a distance in their van, until she turned off a main road into a shadowed walkway, and then they jumped out and hurriedly followed her.
It wasn’t difficult, between the two of them, to grab her. Gary stuffed a rag into her mouth to gag her, and they quickly dragged her back to the van and threw her in the back. Gary drove on a little, until they were well away from the abduction scene, and then joined Amelie and Carrie in the back of the van.
He immediately exposed his cock, and pulled the gag out of Carrie’s mouth.
“You know what’s happening here,” he said to Carrie. “You have a choice. You can be a good girl, and consent to fucking me, and I won’t be violent. Or you can resist, and I’ll have to force you. Which will it be?”
“Please, let me go…” Carrie begged.
Gary slapped her.
“That wasn’t an answer, bitch,” he said. He looked down at his cock meaningfully.
Sobbing, Carrie leaned forward and took Gary’s cock in her mouth.
Amelie leaned forward and whispered into the teen’s ear.
“You know who sent us, Carrie?” she said. “The police. The police don’t like little brats with big tits who complain about men paying them the compliment of a rape. And the police owe your daddy some favours. So here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to go back to your foster home, and you’re going to get your new foster daddy to fuck you. I don’t care how you do it. Just get him to put his cock into your pussy and ejaculate. You can do that, can’t you, Carrie?”
Carrie shook her head violently, “no”, as best she could with her mouth full of dick.
“Sure you can, Carrie,” said Amelie. “Otherwise we can come back and do this to you again – but a lot more painfully. And we can do it to some of your schoolfriends too, and you’ll need to live with the knowledge that *you* got them raped. Does that sound fun to you, Carrie?”
Carrie said nothing, just sobbed and sucked.
“So are you going to seduce your new foster daddy, Carrie?” asked Amelie.
Carrie nodded.
“Good girl,” said Amelie. “And then you’re going to admit that you lied about your daddy abusing you. And your new foster family will believe that you lied, because they’ll know what a slut you are. And when your daddy gets out of prison, you’ll go home to him, and do whatever he wants, and never complain again. Isn’t that right, Carrie?”
Carrie said nothing.
“Fuck this,” said Gary. “This bitch can’t suck for shit.”
He pushed Carrie away from him. She landed on her back, and he immediately reached under her skirt to pull her panties down her legs.
Carrie started to struggle, but Gary slapped her.
“Remember, two ways, bitch,” he said. “Either you choose to play along like a good girl, or we can make this really hurt.”
Carrie was silent for a moment – and then, reluctantly, she spread her legs.
“Get her wet,” said Gary to Amelie.
Amelie knew what was required. She knelt between Carrie’s legs, and began to lick her pussy.
Carrie’s sobs became louder at this, but she didn’t struggle, and soon Amelie began to taste wetness in Carrie’s cunt. She licked a little more, then pulled back, and turned the poor girl over to Gary.
He smiled, and sunk his cock into the teen girl’s fuckhole, making her gasp.
“Do you like the boys at your school, Carrie?” asked Amelie.
“No,” sobbed Carrie. “They’re horrible.”
“That’s a shame,” said Amelie. “Because you’re going to go to each and every boy over the age of 18 at your school and ask if he wants to fuck you. And if he says yes, you let him. Do you understand?”
“No!” protested Carrie. “No!”
“Yes,” said Amelie. “Because every time that you see a cop now, Amelie, that’s the police checking up on you. If a cop car drives past, they’re there to look at *you*. And they’ll be making enquiries. And if you don’t play along like a good girl, it’s going to go badly for you. A gangbang by cops will hurt a lot more than a cute little encounter with a schoolboy behind the gym. And that’s just where it will start. They can have a lying little slut like you thrown in prison, Carrie. Do you want that?”
Carrie shook her head.
“Every boy, Carrie,” said Amelie. “And you’d better get at least half of them to say yes. And you will never, ever again report a man to the police, will you?”
She shook her head again.
A moment later, Gary began to breathe quickly.
Amelie quickly stuffed the gag back into Carrie’s mouth, took her stun gun and discharged it into Carrie’s clit. Carrie screamed into the gag, and Gary orgasmed. Amelie cleaned his cock when he pulled out, and then, at Gary’s direction, she photographed Carrie in her post-rape state, and then also cleaned Carrie up, using her tongue to lick Gary’s cum out of the girl’s snatch.
Gary told Amelie to keep the girl’s panties as a trophy, and then they pushed her out of the back of the van, and drove away.
“Two down,” said Gary. “Who’s the third?”
Amelie felt dirty. She was slutty, and disgusting. She had become the rapist that Gary had told her that she was.
She had been masturbating constantly for a couple of hours at this point – and she couldn’t wait to tell Gary who they were going to rape next.
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