If Maya had been less shallow, less concerned with her appearance, and less bitchy, she might have paid attention to the news, and heard about the misogynistic laws that had been passed in the next state over. And thus she might have had some warning of what she was getting into before she booked herself a holiday in a small town in that state.
But she didn’t, and therefore everything that happened came as a surprise to her.
At 10 pm on a Sunday night she staggered into a police station, her makeup smeared, her clothes torn, and in a state of obvious distress.
“Please,” she begged the young male officer at the front desk, “you have to help me. I’ve been raped. Please.”
The officer nodded. “All right, ma’am, I know you’re a woman but I’m going to need you to calm your tits and come with me.”
Maya was so distressed that the unusually unprofessional phrasing didn’t even register with her. She followed the officer into the station, to a clean, clinical interview room with several chairs and a table.
Another officer entered – this one older, with a moustache.
“Ma’am, I’m Sergeant Travers, and this is my colleague, Officer Geary,” he said. “You say you’ve been raped?”
“Yes,” said Maya. “It was a man in black jeans, and…”
Sergeant Travers held up his hand. “Just wait. I’m going to need you to undress, so we can take physical evidence relating to the crime before it’s lost.”
Maya looked around. “Uh…”
“There are no female officers at this station, ma’am,” said Sergeant Travers. “But don’t worry, we’re professionals.”
She clearly looked hesitant, because Officer Geary spoke up.
“Ma’am, now that you’ve made a report of your involvement in rape, we can’t let you leave here until it’s investigated,” he said. “You will need to undress.”
Reluctantly, Maya began to remove her clothes. She hated baring her flesh to these two men, who stared at her throughout the process. They may have been professionals, but she felt like she saw lust in their eyes as her tits came into view, and even more interest as she removed her skirt and pulled her panties down her legs, exposing her ass and cunt.
When she was done, Officer Geary collected her clothes and took them outside the room, then returned.
“Why are you taking my clothes away?” she asked.
“For forensic inspection,” said Sergeant Travers. “Now, I’m going to do an inspection of your body.”
He pulled on a plastic glove and stepped towards her. Reaching out, he took her left breast in his hand, and squeezed it – then did the same to her right.
“Natural,” he reported. “Not lactating.”
Next his hand lowered to her pussy.
“Spread your legs, please, ma’am,” he said.
She complied, and blushed as she felt him spreading her labia with his fingers.
“No signs of natural lubrication,” he reported. “Some semen. She’s been recently ejaculated into.”
Then, without warning, he pushed two fingers up her fuckhole. She made a squealing noise – and then a whimper as he began to fuck them in and out of her.
“Please,” she begged. “You’re pushing his… his cum further into me. I’m worried about getting pregnant…”
Travers ignored her.
“Some lubrication upon vaginal stimulation,” he reported. “But minimal. A real dry bitch.”
He slapped her thigh. “Turn around,” he said.
She did – and gasped as he pushed her forward into a bending position, so her bare tits were flattened against the surface of the table and her ass protruded outwards.
Then he pushed a finger into her anus.
She squealed. “What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Please avoid being excessively bitchy,” said Travers. To Geary, he added, “No signs of anal penetration. Judging by tightness, she appears to be anally inexperienced.”
Then he grabbed her hair and used it to pull her roughly upright. He turned her around to face him – and then slapped her across the cheek with his ungloved hand.
When her mouth popped open to gasp, he pushed two fingers of his gloved hand into it.
She struggled, and tried to pull away. She could taste her own ass and cunt on his fingers – and the salty taste of her rapist’s semen. But Travers grabbed her hair with his other hand and held her tightly.
“No signs of semen in the mouth,” he said. “She responds well to slapping.”
He pushed his fingers deeper into her throat, and when she began to make choking, gagging sounds, he said, “Untrained gag reflex.”
Finally, he pulled his fingers out of her mouth, and said, “You’ve been a bit of a bitch up until this point, but are you prepared to engage in proper post-rape behaviour now?”
“Proper… I don’t understand,” Maya said.
“You’ve been disrespectful of your rapist’s sperm,” said Travers. “And of the experience he’s given you. The appropriate things to do is to use your fingers to masturbate his cum deeper into your snatch, withdrawing your fingers every three minutes to lick them clean. You then continue until you have both orgasmed, and can no longer taste semen on your fingers.”
“It’s the law, ma’am,” added Geary.
Maya crossed her arms over her breasts. “This is ridiculous!” she said. “I can’t believe you’re treating me this way. Slapping me and… pulling my hair! Give me my clothes back! And I can promise you there’ll be a complaint about this.”
Travers looked at Geary. “Get her arms,” he said.
Before she could react, Geary had come behind her and grabbed her arms, twisting them behind her back, forcing her tits to thrust out lewdly.
At the same time, Travers drew something from his belt, and put his foot between her legs and kicked sideways, forcing her to spread her legs.
When her legs came apart, he jammed the object from his belt up against her cunt, and pulled the trigger.
She screamed. It was an electroshock device of some sort. She had never felt such pain in her pussy. It felt wrong. Her whole body shook and twitched, and it was only by some miracle that she didn’t wet herself.
“Now, ma’am,” said Sergeant Travers. “Either you can keep your bitchy attitude, and we can keep doing that to you until you learn your lesson – and trust me, I do enjoy shocking a bitch’s cunt – or you can adjust your behaviour and do as you’re told. Which will it be?”
She couldn’t speak, only weep – until Sergeant Travers raised the shock gun again, and she found that she could talk after all.
“I’ll do as I’m told,” she gasped. “Please. I’ll behave.”
“Good bitch,” said Sergeant Travers. “Do you need to be told what to do again? If you do, there’ll be some discipline.”
“No, no, I remember,” said Maya. And she pushed two fingers into her pussy and began to fingerfuck herself in front of the police, to show that she didn’t need to be shocked again.
“Now, ma’am, we’ve already been contacted by the man who raped you,” said Travers. “He rang to report the commission of several sex crimes tonight.”
“He.. reported his own crime?” asked Maya, confused.
“No, ma’am, we have on reason to believe he committed any crime,” said Travers. “He reported a range of sex crimes that he alleges you to have committed. Firstly, you were creating a sex distraction, on account of how you were out in public with big tits, without any obvious supervising male and without wearing a wedding ring or collar.”
“A… sex distraction?” said Maya.
Geary stepped in. “Yes, ma’am,” he said. “It’s the natural reaction of any man seeing a big-titted slut like you to imagine raping you, and that can be very distracting to someone trying to go about their business. It was a very bitchy thing for you to have done.”
“Furthermore,” said Travers, “when he called you a whore, and told you to show him your tits, you showed an offensive level of disrespect by telling him to fuck off, and furthermore you made a unilateral decision to continue concealing your tits, which under state law are community property. Your intention to permanently prevent the community from enjoying your breasts constitutes sex theft, which is a felony.”
“Now, he could have called for our assistance with any of those crimes,” said Officer Geary, “and likely you would have been arrested, convicted, and sentenced to re-education. But he decided to do you the favour of sparing you from that lengthy process by initiating citizen discipline, by attempting to forcibly rape you.”
“Now, this is where it gets serious,” said Sergeant Travers. “Instead of submitting to your well-deserved rape, on his account you struck him in the face, and then attempted to run, and he had to chase you down and force you to the ground in order to penetrate you. That’s a count of assault upon a male, and a count of resisting citizen discipline.”
Travers consulted some notes and then went on. “Upon gaining access to your cunt, he found that you were dry and not ready for penetration. That’s deviant sexual behaviour.”
“Deviant… this is ridiculous!” said Maya. “How can it be deviant to not want to be raped?”
“Your biological purpose as a woman is to be impregnated, and to deliver sexual enjoyment to men,” said Officer Geary. “Most women do in fact find that they are wet for rape. It’s unnatural and deviant for a woman to respond to being fucked by a man, in any circumstances, with anything less than sexual arousal.”
“Are you a lesbian, Maya?” asked Sergeant Travers. “Do you prefer licking cunts?”
Maya flushed. She wished she wasn’t naked. “No!” she said indignantly. “I just don’t like being raped!”
“It’s time to taste your fingers,” Officer Geary reminded her.
Maya made a face, and withdrew her fingers from her twat. She pushed them into her mouth, and realised that she was, now, quite wet. She could taste her cunt juices on her fingers, along with her rapist’s semen. When she had licked them clean, she put them back in her pussy, and resumed masturbating.
“I’m told that during your discipline you called this man a number of very offensive names,” said Sergeant Travers. “Which is a count of public indecency and harassment. And then you failed to orgasm from your penetration, and afterwards you failed to thank him for his attention and discipline, and failed to engage in appropriate post-rape behaviour.”
“Now, all told, that could add up to as much as three years of imprisonment,” he continued.
Maya gasped. He couldn’t be serious, surely? Three years in jail for… for not being polite to her rapist?
“And that’s not including the trial, at which your sexual history will be entered in testimony, and you’ll show your cunt and tits to the jury, and you’ll be raped in court so the jury can observe your reaction,” said Sergeant Travers. “And upon your imprisonment you’ll receive re-education to condition you to enjoy and appreciate rape.”
“Do you want to be raped before a jury of your peers, and then go to jail for three years, and be re-educated, ma’am?” asked Officer Geary.
“No!” said Maya. “Please, no!”
Sergeant Travers nodded. “We’re prepared to give you a chance to be let off with a warning and make restitution, ma’am.”
“Thank you,” said Maya. “Please. This is crazy, but… whatever lets me just go home.”
“Officer Geary and I are prepared to rape you right here and now,” said Sergeant Travers. “We’ll restrict our use of you to your vagina and mouth. If you can demonstrate that you can be wet for rape, and orgasm from it, and behave appropriately and without bitchiness during the rape, and thank us for it, we’ll be prepared to let you off without charges, providing you make restitution to your victim.”
“Rape me?” gasped Maya. “Both of you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Sergeant Travers. He adjusted his fly, and pulled out his cock. It was rock hard, with pre-cum at the tip. “Or else we can charge you, and you can face the court.”
Maya was realising now that she should never have reported her rape. She should have just accepted that it had happened, and stayed silent. Going to the police station had made things a million times worse for her, and now she was facing a choice between being raped again, by two police officers, or potentially going to jail and… “re-education”, which sounded worse.
She had no chance of fighting these two young, strong men. She had no chance of escape.
She had no choice, really.
“Okay,” she said, in a small voice. “You can… have sex with me.”
“Rape you, ma’am,” said Travers firmly. “Say we can rape you.”
“You can both rape me,” whimpered Maya.
“Now, I want to be clear that you need to demonstrate proper behaviours,” said Travers. “You need to be eager and grateful for your rape. We won’t prompt you, but if you don’t get it right we will need to press charges.”
“Yes, officer,” said Maya. “Please. I… I really want you to rape me.”
Was that enough? What if it wasn’t?
She spread her legs wide and pushed her tits out to emphasise them.
“Good girl,” said Travers.
Then he slapped her across the face, grabbed her by the hips, and put her up on the table, sitting. He pushed her legs further apart, grabbed a handful of her hair to control her head, and put his other arm around her back.
Then he slid his cock into her pussy.
She was wet. Of course she was set, she had just been masturbating. His cock slipped into her easily. Worse, it felt good, filling her up.
It hadn’t felt good when she had been raped earlier. What was different? Was it just that she was wet? Or was it that she was accepting what was happening, and welcoming it – however reluctantly?
“That’s good,” she breathed. “Thank you. Thank you for raping me, sir.”
Travers laughed, and slapped her again, and then spat on her face.
“You’re a dumb cunt,” he said. “Say it.”
“I’m a dumb cunt, sir,” she gasped. “I’m such a dumb cunt. Thank you.”
He slapped her a third time, and then pushed her backwards, so that she fell into a lying position on the table, back down, tits up. Travers grabbed her legs and pulled them up so that they rested over his shoulders, and used them as leverage to begin forcefully fucking her pussy.
Lying in this position, her head was over the other end of the table, and she saw now that Officer Geary had walked around to that side and taken out his own cock. He pressed the tip of it now against her lips, and Maya obediently opened her mouth and took it inside her. She sucked submissively on his dick, and Geary reached out to grab her tits with his hands, using them as handholds to fuck his cock in and out of her face.
She had worried before about getting pregnant from her rape, and now she was allowing two more men to ejaculate inside her. She wondered if they would let her have an abortion if they knocked her up, or whether she would be forced to carry a rape baby to term.
She tried to push those thoughts aside. She needed to stay wet and eager from her rape. She needed to try to orgasm from it. She tried to think sexy thoughts, and focus on how good the cock in her pussy and the cock in her mouth felt.
But the thought wouldn’t leave her. She pictured herself pregnant, a single mother with a swollen belly and milk leaking from her engorged tits. She wondered if she would be able to keep her job if she was pregnant, or whether she would be forced to find a man to rely on for support. She pictured herself fucking a strange man every day just so that he would pay her rent and medical bills…
Sergeant Travers made a noise, and she realised that he was orgasming, ejaculating into her cunt. Into her womb.
And that realisation made her orgasm. She didn’t know why. She didn’t understand her own thoughts. But her cunt was spasming and waves of pleasure were rolling through her.
Moments later, Geary came in her mouth, and swallowing the gush of his semen gave her an immediate second orgasm.
The men then swapped ends, so that Geary was roughly fucking her cunt, and Travers was in her mouth. Rather than using her tits for grip, Travers instead began slapping them, and occasionally lightly slapping her face with his cock still in her mouth. It was painful and humiliating – but somehow it made the sex more intense, and Maya found herself reaching a third orgasm even before either of the men were ready to cum inside her.
When they finally did – Geary firing a load of his own sperm into her womb, and Travers flooding her mouth with his spunk – it gave her a fourth orgasm.
She reached her fifth and final orgasm afterwards, masturbating the police officer’s cum up into her fuckhole and licking it off her fingers as she thought about the rape she had just experienced, and the officers watched her.
“Well,” said Travers finally, “that was very good behaviour. We’re prepared to let you off with a warning, providing you engage in restitution.”
“Restitution?” she asked. “What does that mean?”
“Well, you’ll need to go the man who disciplined you today, and apologise for your bitchy behaviour, and offer to make it up to him by letting him rape you again, with better behaviour on your part,” said Travers.
“There’s also the matter of the pregnancy…” offered Officer Geary.
“Yes, that’s right,” said Travers. “While I was inspecting you, you expressed a fear of getting pregnant. Given that pregnancy is your biological purpose, that was a form of sexual deviancy. I won’t charge you, providing that you show that you accept your biological purpose.”
“How… how do I do that?” Maya asked.
“Cease all birth control,” said Travers. “We’ll require you to stay in the state for the next two months. You can’t get birth control from local doctors anyway. Then, during the three most fertile days of your next cycle, you will visit the man who raped you, and let him fuck you three times unprotected on each day. He gets nine attempts to impregnate you. If you fall pregnant you’ll be required to carry it to term here in this state. Otherwise you’ll be free to go on your way.”
Maya thought about giving her rapist nine tries at impregnating her. She thought about a rapist’s baby growing in her belly.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry.
Part of her wanted to masturbate.
So she did.
“Good girl,” said Sergeant Travers.
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