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Monday was the most magical day of Charlotte’s life.
She started at the office by sending an email out advising her section of her job reassignment to “morale enhancer”, because of how she was a dumb slut, and that they should now treat her as their own personal secretary, waitress, and decoration. She told her employees that it was fine to call her “honey” or “sweetie” – or even “bitch”, “cunt”, “tits”, or “whore” and that her tits and ass were “for touching, not just looking at”.
She had to get her supervisor to help her draft it, because long words made her brain hurt and her cunt spasm with anticipated pain, and her supervisor added a paragraph saying that the company was committed to gender equity, and that sexual harassment of other female employees was strictly forbidden, but that male employees should feel free to “take out their sexual and emotional frustration on Charlotte”. Charlotte felt good as she sent it out for everyone to read.
On that first day, as she served coffees and fetched documents for the men who had once been beneath her, she had her ass slapped or groped forty-two times, her tits squeezed twelve times, and on two occasions men who discovered she had no panties under her skirt pushed their fingers into her vagina.
Three men made appointments to see her to “vent their frustrations”, in which they called her a dumb bitch and a cunt, and she agreed, with her tits exposed and her legs spread to show her pussy. One of them slapped her across the face, and she giggled. All three meetings ended with her sucking the man’s cock.
And on top of that, she sucked her boss’s dick twice: once in the morning and once before going home.
When she got home, she learned that Gina has offered blowjobs to all the male doctors in her practice – and every last one had accepted. Gina had swallowed six loads of cum, and shown all her male co-workers her tits and cunt, and she couldn’t be prouder. She hoped she would be doing it every day from now on.
They celebrated by smearing the cum that Gina had brought home over their tits and faces, and then going for a jog around the block with their tits exposed and their hands cuffed behind their backs. When they came home they fucked each other with champagne bottles on the balcony, then 69ed while their neighbour watched.
Afterwards, drunk and still horny, they made lists of all the men they knew, and worked their way down those lists by sending a nude picture of themselves to each and every man. They giggled as they sent a picture to the man who had been Charlotte’s babysitter, and then to Gina’s high school maths teacher, and then to the man who had run the takeaway Charlotte had worked at as a teen, and then to Gina’s brother, and then to Charlotte’s father.
It was so funny to send her own father a picture of her spreading her pussy lips. She couldn’t stop giggling.
They went online and booked appointments in a couple of weeks’ time to get boob jobs. Big, fake, round porn-star boobs – that was what they wanted. It wasn’t cheap to get the good stuff – in fact, it would drain pretty much all their savings – but they both loved the idea of how they would look with giant bimbo melons on their chests.
And then they went to bed – and that was where the real magic happened.
Because at 2 am Charlotte woke up to feel a pressure on her chest and a fullness in her cunt.
She opened her eyes, and it was dark – but she suddenly realised what was happening. There was a man on top of her. His legs were between hers. His chest was against hers. And his erect cock was in her cunt.
He was fucking her. He was raping her. She was being raped by an anonymous man in her own bed and in her own house.
She orgasmed immediately.
She looked over, and saw that Gina was already awake. She was tits-down, with a gag in her mouth that appeared to be her used panties, and a man who was nude except for a ski-mask was fucking her from behind. Her eyes were wide, and rolled upwards in their sockets in an expression of pure pleasure.
“The bitch is awake,” said the man on top of her.
“Good sluts stay quiet,” said the man fucking Gina. “And good sluts don’t get hurt. Do you understand?”
Charlotte nodded, silently.
“Test that she understands,” said Gina’s rapist. “Slap her.”
The man raping Charlotte slapped her across the face as he fucked her – hard.
Charlotte orgasmed again – but stayed quiet.
“Good girl,” hissed Gina’s rapist.
The man on Charlotte kept fucking her. He pushed himself up and put his hands on her tits, squeezing them hard enough to hurt, and Charlotte had to struggle not to moan with lust.
And then suddenly it was over and she felt his seed squirting into her unprotected, fertile, womb – and she orgasmed again.
It was everything she wanted. Everything the poster had taught her to want. She was a helpless naked stupid fuckdoll, being raped and impregnated by a man who was using her as an object for his pleasure.
Gina’s rapist climaxed too, and Charlotte could see that Gina was also orgasming from the feeling of his jism filling her womb.
These men might be wearing masks, but Charlotte knew that one of them had to be their neighbour-across-the-street, to whom they had given an apartment key. She thought it might be Gina’s partner – his build looked about right.
The men climbed off them, and then rolled both girls until they were facing each other. They pulled the gag out of Gina’s mouth.
“Treat your girlfriend like the cunt she is,” urged Gina’s rapist – their neighbour.
Charlotte giggled. “You’re such a stupid bimbo, Gina,” she said.
“You’re one to talk, you dumb blonde cunt,” said Gina.
“More,” urged the neighbour.
“You’re such a fucking cocktease,” said Gina. “No wonder we’re being raped.”
Charlotte just giggled again – and then spat on her girlfriend’s face, making her flinch.
Gina responded by grabbing Charlotte’s nipple and twisting, painfully.
“Ow!” Charlotte complained. “You stupid cum-guzzling whore!”
This felt so right to Charlotte . Of course – they should always have been interacting this way. Treating each other the way they deserved to be treated. She should have treated her girlfriend the way she wanted men to treat her – as a sub-human slave that only existed to produce orgasms.
The men swapped over so that the neighbour was behind Charlotte, and her previous rapist was behind Gina. They lay down beside the girls, and Charlotte felt a cock pressing into her from behind. Gina clearly felt the same.
“You’re nothing but a pair of tits and a barely acceptable cunt,” Charlotte whispered to her lover.
“You don’t deserve a cock in your pussy,” Gina replied. “The only thing your cunt deserves to be fucked with is a toilet brush.”
And then the men started fucking them, hard, and the pressure pushed them together so they could no longer talk, only kiss. Charlotte felt her lips meet Gina’s, and she aggressively sucked on her girlfriend’s tongue, trying to hurt her, even as Gina’s grip on Charlotte’s nipples tightened painfully.
Charlotte knew that this was the only way she would ever fuck a girl again – that is, with the intent to degrade and hurt her. It was the only way girls should fuck. And if there wasn’t a cock involved, she would feel deeply guilty and worthless.
She wondered what it would feel like to rape a girl – to fuck a girl who really didn’t want to be fucked. She thought it would feel magical – maybe nearly as magical as being raped by a man.
After a while, their neighbour got creative, and he pulled out of Charlotte in order to flip her top-to-tail on the bed. Now Charlotte’s mouth was level with Gina’s cunt, and Gina’s with Charlotte’s. The men pushed the girls back together, and then shoved their cocks back into the girls’ fuckholes.
Now Charlotte was watching a cock going in and out of Gina’s twat directly in front of her face. She could smell Gina’s pussy and her rapist’s cock – even as she enjoyed the pleasure of her own fuckhole being raped.
Guessing what her rapists wanted, Charlotte leaned in and began to lick, moving her tongue from Gina’s clitoris to the entrance to her cocksleeve, where she could lick the rapist’s cock as it pumped in and out of her. Gina began to do the same, and it felt incredible.
Playfully, Charlotte bit and chewed on Gina’s clitoris, intending to cause her pain, and almost screamed when Gina did the same. The pain made the sex better. It felt more right. And this was what true love was between women, she now knew – a passion to degrade, hurt and victimise each other for the enjoyment of men.
Soon the men were cumming again. Charlotte loved the way Gina’s whole body spasmed and trembled as she orgasmed from the knowledge of possible-impregnation. Some cum leaked out around the rapist’s cock that was still plugging Gina’s babymaker, and Charlotte eagerly licked it up.
But when the men pulled out, Charlotte knew that her job wasn’t to drink this sperm – but instead to push it back into her girlfriend’s womb. She buried her face in Gina’s cunt and pushed her tongue as far into Gina’s twat as possible, pushing the delicious semen deep into Gina’s reproductive organs – even as Gina instinctively did the same to Charlotte.
Oh God, thought Charlotte. We might be pregnant. Both of us. Pregnant with rape babies. Our bellies are going to swell, and our tits are going to swell and leak, and we’ll expose ourselves on the internet to please men with pregnancy fetishes, and if we have boys we’ll teach them to treat women as their toys, and if we have girls we’ll name them something like “Candi” or “Sugar” and raise them to be strippers and whores…
She orgasmed again, on Gina’s tongue, hard, and Gina must have been thinking the same thing because she orgasmed shortly afterwards.
The men were standing up. Charlotte wiggled her ass a little, hoping to tempt them back into another rape, but they were clearly done.
She took a risk.
“Thank you, sir,” she said. “For the rape, and… for the poster.”
The man who must have been their neighbour was silent for a moment, and then he chuckled.
“I wasn’t sure it would work,” he said, “until I saw you start lezzing off on the balcony.”
He paused, and went on. “The technology is very specific, you see. The hypnotic pattern encoded in the metallic material on the letters only works on women, and only works on lesbians. Not bisexuals, not pansexuals – just lesbians. And it only works if it’s paired with instructions that are completely antithetical to their thought patterns – something so shocking that it kind of reboots their brain.”
Most of those words were too hard for Charlotte to understand, so she just nodded.
“Basically it’s good for turning lesbians into fuckdolls, and not much else,” their neighbour said. “But it’s very good at that.”
“Yes, sir,” said Charlotte agreeably.
“You girls should make sure you’re in bed every night by midnight from now on,” said their neighbour, “because there will be one or more men here to rape you every night at 2 am, and they’ll expect to find you asleep. They’ll be paying me good money for the privilege.”
“Yes, sir,” said Charlotte, quietly delighted at this news.
“And now that I know it works, I’ve distributed the poster to some other lesbians,” their neighbour said. “I’ll send you a list of their names and addresses. You should get in touch with them. Form a support group. Teach them to expose and humiliate each other and be good little rapedolls. Would you like to do that, cunts?”
“Yes, sir,” said Charlotte – and beside her, Gina was nodding. Her cunt was throbbing with need at the idea of other silly lesbians learning to worship cock like she did.
And with that, the wonderful cruel rapists left, leaving Charlotte and Gina alone.
Gina spat on Charlotte’s face. “Dumb cunt,” she said – but the words were loving, and Charlotte giggled.
“I can’t quite sleep yet,” said Charlotte. “Do you want to look at the poster and masturbate their cum into us?”
Even in the darkness Charlotte could see Gina’s enthusiasm. They turned on a light so they could see better, and sat on the bed, staring at the wonderful poster and rubbing their pussies.
They couldn’t wait to be raped again.
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