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Amelie was beginning to realise consciously what her subconscious had already accepted – that she was never going to escape from this cycle of degradation. Over the next week, that reality fully came home to her – now that all three of her problem clients knew that there was absolutely nothing that they couldn’t do with her.
At home, she woke in the middle of each night to find a stranger raping her – some new friend of Chris who had bought access to her apartment so he could ejaculate into her unprotected cunt. Sometimes Chris would come with them, and have a casual chat with his friend while the raped her. Sometimes it was just the friend, and often there would be no conversation and no lights, and when it was all done and his cum was leaking from her twat, she wouldn’t even know what her rapist had looked like.
During this time, Chris abducted another girl – a pretty young redhead named Suzette. He brought her to Amelie nude and bound and gagged, and made Amelie watch as he raped her. Then he left her with Amelie.
“Keep her in the closet with the other girl,” he told her. “They can be girlfriends.”
Amelie noted how Gail, once the object of Chris’ crush, had already become “the other girl”. But she didn’t comment.
It was up to her, once Chris left, to discipline Suzette until she could be trusted to stay compliant and quiet in Amelie’s closet. This required Amelie to slap her repeatedly, then slap her pussy, then take a leather belt to her tits until she was crying – and a repeated dose of that treatment the next day, as a reminder. But soon Suzette had come to understand that the flat was soundproof, and her screams would achieve nothing, and she behaved herself in the closet.
She knew that it was her job to slap and rape the “dumb cunt” out of Suzette, so that some day she could be released as a happy obedient slut who wouldn’t go to the police.
Much of the time Amelie kept Gail and Suzette bound in a 69 position, faces to each other’s cunts, so that they could at least pass the time by licking each other to orgasm. Suzette claimed to be straight, and repulsed by the idea of having sex with a woman, but Amelie didn’t much care. If she wanted to be in control of her sexuality, she shouldn’t have cockteased Chris with her big tits and sexy red hair. Heck, she shouldn’t have been a woman – it wasn’t up to women who they fucked, or where. That was a man’s decision to make.
Amelie raped both women on a daily basis. It wasn’t even so much that she was turned on by them. It was just that taking control of them and forcing them to serve her was cathartic. Treating them the way that Chris and Ray and Gary treated her made her feel good. It was fun to force a crying woman to make her orgasm. It was fun to chant that she was a stupid cunt as she exploited other women for her pleasure. Sometimes she would make the girls orgasm, and then fire her stun gun into their cunts when they did.
She also took pleasure in mixing her piss into their daily food, and collecting all the cum that dripped out of her after she had been raped each night and pushing it up their cunts, laughing as they squealed and writhed and objected that they didn’t want to get pregnant.
Chris came by some nights after work and took both girls out of the closet, and along with Amelie made them pose for photos and videos. He called them his “dolls”, and he would have them dress in costumes he’d found and then fuck each other. He let Gail and Suzette take their revenge on Amelie in these sessions, deliberately squeezing her tits hard or slapping them, pinching her clitoris and spanking her cunt. Then he’d rape whichever girl had turned him on the most during the performance. The girls were forced to chant that they loved and needed him as he raped them. Amelie had come to believe it.
He said he was sharing these videos with his friends. Amelie didn’t know if this meant a small circle of men, or a wide community on the internet. Either way, she didn’t trust Chris to keep it secret. She knew that her sexual performances would inevitably end up distributed to many, many men around the world, to watch and masturbate to – possibly with her real name attached. And there was nothing she could do about it.
Over the week, she got rid of all of her books on feminist subjects – in fact, every book she had that didn’t fit with her new identity as a gender-traitor bimbo rapist – by ripping out the pages, stuffing them up her cunt, pissing, masturbating, and then eating the cunty, pissy wet paper. She replaced the books in her house with porn magazines, and treatises on why feminism was making women unhappy, and essays in favour of legalising rape.
Ray came by Amelie’s office each morning and facefucked her. Then he helped her understand what a stupid cunt she was. He helped her prepare a book on the topic. It was called “I’M A BRAINLESS WET-CUNTED BITCH, by Amelie Raimes.” It was mostly full of photos.
The photo on the cover was a special photo. He got her to strip completely nude, and then he fucked her until he had cum in her pussy. Then he got her to get down on all fours and press her face against the floor, with her ass up and her legs spread.
He took the photo from the floor, between her legs. It captured her puckered asshole, her spread cunt with cum dripping from it, and her fat tits hanging down to the floor. Her tits concealed her face in this photo, so it was just her anus, fuckhole, and udders. He said it captured her personality perfectly.
But he put her very identifiable smiling face on the back cover, to make sure she wouldn’t have any anonymity.
Inside there were photos of Amelie being a slut. A photo of Amelie masturbating. A photo of Amelie squeezing her tits. A photo of Amelie pissing. A photo of Amelie with cum on her face and tits. A photo of Amelie sucking Ray’s cock (although Ray wasn’t identifiable in it). Amelie shoving various items of office stationery up her cunt. Amelie looking at porn on her office computer.
He asked her for something else to add, something even worse, so Amelie produced photos of herself raping Gail and Suzette. Ray thought these were perfect, and added them in there. There was a beautiful photo of Amelie’s face, wet with cunt juices, buried between Suzette’s thighs and licking her cunt.
The final book was 60 pages in length, and Amelie knew that no one who saw it would ever have any respect for her as a human. Ray made her take it to a professional printer – one that was willing to print porn – and use her own money to order a 5,000 copy print run.
“Every night you can take a few of these out to your neighbourhood and put them in letterboxes,” said Ray. “You can do it completely nude. Don’t stop each night until you’ve delivered 100.”
Men were always right. Amelie just nodded, and agreed that she would.
She found she got used to walking her neighbourhood nude fairly quickly. Sometimes someone would see her, and at first she would jump, and try and cover her tits and cunt, and hide in an alleyway. But after a while she learned it was easier to just keep walking, and keep distributing copies of her nude photos to each letterbox.
Mostly no one commented on her nudity when they saw her. They just lusted, or judged, from a distance. But on her fourth night walking nude a man wolf-whistled at her, and when she ignored him, he followed her a way, commenting on her tits and ass, and finally when she walked past an alleyway he ran up to her and grabbed her hair and put a hand over her mouth and dragged her into the alleyway, where he raped her.
Not so long ago this would have been the most traumatic thing that had ever happened to Amelie. But instead she found that her cunt was dripping wet long before he shoved his cock into it, and when he called her a slut and a whore it just sounded right. She bucked wildly against his dick, and orgasmed twice, and when he was done and had run off into the night, she found herself continuing to lie on the ground, frantically masturbating his cum into her snatch until she had achieved a third orgasm, and then using her fingers to transfer the cum from her pussy to her mouth.
“Amelie, you are a stupid cunt,” said her phone, in her voice, as she lay there.
“That’s right,” she replied automatically. “I’m a brainless wet-cunted bitch.”
She also kept monitoring the footage of Taylah’s house for Ray, and uploading the choicest clips to Bitch Cam. She watched Taylah strip, and breastfeed, and shower, and piss in her toilet, and drink unknowingly from bottles flavoured with Ray’s piss and cum. And in the middle of that week she watched Taylah get raped.
The cameras captured a man entering Taylah’s house in the middle of the night with a key – presumably a copy of the one Ray had taken. He was wearing a balaclava so she couldn’t see his face, but he stripped the rest of his clothes off as soon as he was inside, revealing a large, erect cock.
The cameras watched him go to Taylah’s bedroom and pull back her bedsheets, exposing her nude body. Then he swiftly put a piece of masking tape over Taylah’s mouth. This woke her up – but her screams were muffled as he slapped her, and then held her arms down, spread her legs using his knees, and plunged his cock into her cunt.
Amelie couldn’t help herself. She had to masturbate as she watched Taylah struggle and cry. It was just so good to see another woman treated as Amelie had been treated. Every time Amelie saw a woman being raped, it made her life feel normal and inevitable, and not something she had invited upon herself by being a dumb slut. Women simply got raped. That was how it was. That was how it should be.
The man said something to Taylah after he had ejaculated in her cunt. The cameras had no sound, and didn’t catch what it was, but after the man had left, Taylah just lay there, shaking. She didn’t call the police. She didn’t do anything. Eventually she fell asleep.
And then the next day another man came to Taylah’s house at night, and raped her again. This time he started with her ass, before flipping her over to ejaculate in her fuckhole. And again, Taylah cried, and did nothing.
From that point, almost every night someone came to rape Taylah. Was it the same man or different men? Were any of them Ray? Amelie couldn’t tell. But Taylah let it happen, submitting to rape every night.
And the next week, Amelie watched Taylah piss on a pregnancy test in her bathroom. The camera didn’t capture the result – but it did capture Taylah’s reaction, and that was all Amelie needed.
Taylah was pregnant with another rape baby. And Amelie had not only made it happen – by giving Taylah’s address to Ray, and by doing nothing to report it when Ray had told her this exact thing would happen – and not only had Amelie watched it, and saved it, and uploaded it to a website so thousands of men around the world could pay to watch Taylah’s violation – but Amelie had masturbated to orgasm while watching it.
“Amelie, you are a stupid cunt,” said her phone.
“That’s right,” she replied. “I’m a brainless wet-cunted bitch.”
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