Story: Destiny’s Movie Night

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Destiny’s Crush | Destiny the Guide | Destiny’s Language | Destiny and the Share-House | Destiny’s Friends | Destiny the Intern | Destiny at the Beach

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Destiny was so glad that she had born long after the point at which women had stopped being “people”.

For one thing, the movies from the before time were so boring. Just like every girl over the age of 18, she had been made to watch some of them in her final year in school, with an electroshock device wired to her cunt, and it had repeatedly shocked her whenever the women talked back to men, or told them no, or didn’t immediately respond to men’s sexual interest by spreading their legs and desperately begging to be violently raped.

It had hurt, and she had hated it, and it had helped her associate those disobedient women and their bitchy non-submissive behaviour with feelings of pain and unhappiness.

(It hadn’t been all bad, though. Their media teacher, Mr Allonso, had shown the girls how their pain and humiliation made his cock hard, and then he had chosen Destiny to jack him off while calling herself a dumb slut until he had ejaculated on her face. It was Destiny’s fondest school memory, and it had earned her an A+ for media.)

Anyway, modern movies were way more fun. Destiny didn’t consider herself a cinephile exactly – that would involve holding opinions about films, and if a man wanted her to have opinions he would give them to her – but she had watched a lot of movies, and she loved sharing them with other girls.

For her most recent movie night, she had invited around two friends. One was Alice, who Destiny found particularly cute. Alice was gorgeous, and quite short and thin, with platinum-dyed blonde hair, but she had big round fake tits that looked even bigger on her small body. She was a complete porn-doll, and Destiny loved how Alice looked more like a toy than a person.

Her other friend was Naomi, a brunette with big natural tits that made her look particularly like a cow when she crawled nude on all fours – which was often. Despite everything that had happened to objectify women over the last 30 years, Naomi still blushed with genuine humiliation when she was sexually molested or abused, which Destiny found endlessly entertaining. The way she had writhed on Naomi’s birthday when Destiny had shoved a wine bottle into Naomi’s cunt in front of her friends had been delicious, and her expression had been even cuter when her family had made her push a slice of her birthday cake into Destiny’s cunt and then lick it out again with everyone watching.

When the girls arrived at Destiny’s house, they immediately stripped nude. Naomi had her big natural tits in bondage, applied by her father – tight elastic straps around the base of her breasts that made her tits bulge and turn a little purple. She would take them off every hour or so to let the blood circulate – a process that Destiny knew gave an excruciatingly painful pins-and-needles feeling – before reapplying them. Naomi’s father believed it was good for a woman’s health and obedience for her tits to constantly be in pain.

Alice had a cute metal light-up buttplug in her ass. She revealed that her boyfriend and two of his friends had ejaculated into her anus shortly before she had left her house, and she was required to keep their cum trapped inside her with the plug until at least midnight.

Destiny led them to the lounge. It was a room with big windows facing the street, and Destiny had removed the curtains to ensure the girls would have no privacy from the street. She knew her neighbours liked to watch when she had female friends over.

“God, Alice, you look like such a dumb slut,” she said as she directed the girls to the beanbags they could sit on. “You’re such a fat bitch.”

It was important for girls to undermine their female friends, to sexualise and objectify them, and to stop them from having self-confidence. It was just what good girls did for each other.

“Have you changed your hair, Destiny?” asked Naomi. “It makes you look almost fuckable, like a man would only have to slap you five or six times before he was hard enough to rape you.”

Destiny felt her cunt wetten at the compliment. She stopped to kiss Naomi on the lips and squeeze Naomi’s tits hard enough to hurt her.

Then it was time to introduce the evening.

“I’m so excited!” she said. “I’ve got a set of the Real Whore Experience peripherals.”

She showed them the expensive devices. For each girl, there were two items. One was a metal alligator clamp, which connected to a small rubber box, and then a bendable piece of plastic with a metal capsule on the end.

“Like this,” Destiny demonstrated. She clipped the clamp to her clitoris, squeaking slightly, and then pushed the metal capsule up her pussy. The clamp stopped her cunt from pushing it out again, and meant that the natural instinct of her cunt to expel the intruding device created a constant painful pull on her clit.

“And these,” said Destiny, attaching the other item to her. It was a simple pair of nipple clamps, connected by a chain with another rubber box in the middle of the chain.

“Oh, these are so cool,” said Alice, clipping her own set to her clitoris and nipples. Naomi did likewise.

“And I thought we’d start with Bitch Breaker 3,” said Destiny – a suggestion that was met with enthusiasm from her friends.

Destiny went to the kitchen to fetch snacks. She had a good supply of synthetic sperm in the fridge. She warmed some up and used it to make spermshakes for them, and then she went to the cupboard and found several packs of Slut Snacks.

Slut Snacks tasted terrible – they were basically pet food – but they were mildly addictive, and had practically no calories. The packet guaranteed they wouldn’t allow sluts to put on weight – and also that the drugs inside them would make sluts dumber and hornier.

Destiny loved eating a food that she knew was making her stupider and sluttier. It just felt like such a “good girl” thing to do.

With food arranged, it was time to start the movie.

Bitch Breaker 3 was the third adventure of Logan Brant, the “Bitch Breaker”, who specialised in raping and degrading feminist terrorists. In this one he was up against the beautiful, buxom and spoiled Holly Burrow, the daughter of the British Ambassador, who was secretly trying to fund a feminist terrorist cell.

The Real Whore Experience peripherals were designed to produce an experience similar to Destiny’s experiences in media class at school. They were synced with the movie. When the movie showed women wearing clothes, or claiming to have rights, or disobeying men, the peripherals delivered an electric shock to Destiny’s tits and/or cunt.

It was fun hearing her friends squeal in pain alongside her when the Bitch Breaker found a feminist terrorist cell, where the girls claimed he had “no right to rape them” and that they were “people, not animals”.

But then when Bitch Breaker slapped the feminist leader across her face, the capsule in Destiny’s pussy began to vibrate. And when he ripped off her clothes, and kicked her in the cunt, and then forced her to the ground and began to rape her, it developed into a very pleasant buzz in Destiny’s cunt.

“God, I love watching sluts learn their place,” Alice moaned with desire, as she watched Bitch Breaker hitting the woman’s tits.

All three girls quickly learned to hate the film’s villain. Whenever Holly Burrow appeared on screen, she ended up wearing clothes and saying something bitchy and claiming that women had rights. In one excruciating scene she had a three minute monologue on how men were pigs. Destiny almost went crazy from having her tits and cunt electroshocked constantly for that period.

But at the end of the film, Bitch Breaker finally had the chance to rape Holly. And before he did, he whipped her tits with his belt until she cried. The whipping scene was incredibly hot, and made the peripherals go wild. Destiny felt herself cumming as she watched the woman on screen being abused, and she knew her friends were cumming too.

In fact, it was all so hot that by the time the credits rolled she was desperate for another orgasm.

And then the peripherals stopped vibrating, and words appeared on the screen.

“Thank you for watching Bitch Breaker 3. Girls using Real Whore Experience – your peripheral will deliver another orgasm when it detects the sound of a woman crying.”

The girls looked at each other. Then Destiny and Alice both looked at Naomi.

The tit-whipping scene had been so hot. And Naomi had such big tits.

Alice held Naomi down, even as she struggled, and Destiny found a leather belt. Then she began to eagerly whip Naomi’s tits.

God, it was fun to abuse a woman’s breasts. She only wished that a man was here to enjoy it.

And when she had hit Naomi’s tits enough, and Naomi began to cry, the peripherals delivered on their promise, buzzing wildly in the girl’s cunts. Soon all three girls were cumming – even Naomi, cumming through her tears, cumming through the pain in her big breasts.

Next they watched “The Disobedient Daughter”, a tale of a difficult brat who learned her place in the world when her father decided to discipline and rape her.

This was even better than Bitch Breaker. The incest rape scenes were so hot, but the best bit was when the father destroyed the daughter’s dreams of education and a career by hiring ten men to repeatedly gang-rape her until she was impregnated. At the end of the film the daughter was nine months pregnant and leaking milk from her swollen tits, and she looked so cute. It was even better because Destiny knew that the actual actress had been impregnated during the filming, for realism.

At the end of the second film the girls removed their peripherals and began licking each other’s cunts and sucking each other’s tits. This was mostly because the man who lived across the road were watching them through the window, and the girls felt an obligation to put on a show.

Besides, Alice’s cunt was so fun to lick, and Naomi’s tits were so fun to suck.

Destiny had left her front door open, so after a while her neighbour entered the house, came to the lounge, slapped each of the girls, and then began to rape Alice.

Destiny felt so jealous of Alice. Was Alice’s cunt really better than Destiny’s?

But while he was raping Alice, another man entered the house – Joe, from down the street – and he went straight to Destiny, and soon Destiny was being roughly fucked on the floor too.

She wished this was being filmed. She wanted to be in a movie, too, so other girls could masturbate to her rape. She would love to be famous like that. She would love her degradation to be a source of orgasms for people around the world.

When Joe had cum in Destiny’s pussy, he dragged Naomi across the floor by her tits so that she could lick Destiny clean. A third man entered during this – Destiny had never seen him before – and he began to masturbate with his cock pointed at Destiny’s face.

After he had cum on Destiny, all three men sat around to join the girls for a third film – “Slut Farm”. Destiny didn’t see as much of this third movie, because Joe made her suck his cock for the duration of it. They made the girls put the peripherals back on, and Destiny didn’t even know what she was being shocked or buzzed for, but she was sure she deserved it.

It made Destiny happy to be a cocksleeve for a man. She loved the way that none of the men had bothered to talk to them or ask for their consent.

But the best bit was when she looked up briefly and saw that Joe was filming her.

Destiny loved being porn. She loved being a movie star.

The only thing that came close was when Joe ejaculated into her mouth and called her a whore.

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