Danny couldn’t stop laughing. The girl’s expression was just so funny.
Her name, according to the chyron on the television screen, was Holly, and she was currently trapped in a bondage arrangement that left her nude ass and cunt sticking out of a hole in a wall, with the rest of her restrained on the other side of the wall.
She was just one of five girls in this predicament, part of a wall of five anonymous cunts being presented to a nude well-hung man. The man couldn’t see anything of the girls other than their asses and cunts. He was currently pushing his cock into Holly’s cunt – and the expression on Holly’s face, currently gagged with her own wet panties, was so hilarious that Danny couldn’t stop laughing.
The show was “Guess the Cunt”, and it was, to Danny’s mind, one of the best shows available on the government-run Sexual Entertainment Network.
Holly’s expression was so funny because she so clearly hated what was happening to her. The announcer had informed the audience that not only was Holly a lesbian, but she had also been denied birth control for over a month, so that she could easily get pregnant from what was happening to her.
But even more than that, the man who was currently fucking her was a man who had violently raped her a little over three months ago – and he was literally the man who Holly wanted to be fucked by least in all the world.
If that was all that Holly was experiencing, her tears would have been entertaining, but not hilarious. What made it special was that after the man had sampled all the anonymous cunts in front of him, and ejaculated into one of them, he would be asked to guess the identity of each cunt. They were all women he knew. If he guessed correctly, for a woman, he would be entitled to keep that woman for one calendar month as his sex slave – plus he’d win a prize of $20,000. If he guessed incorrectly, the woman would be sent to a slave training school and then sold permanently into slavery for the rest of her life. In addition, the cunt that he pronounced least fun to fuck would be scheduled for an appearance on “Beat the Bitch”, where her tits and cunt would be tortured on live TV while she was forced to desperately try and orgasm from the pain.
So Holly was currently hoping that her rapist remembered the feel of raping her well enough to correctly identify her cunt, and at the same time trying her best to be enjoyable to rape so that she wouldn’t be the most disappointing cunt of the episode.
That was what made it funny.
The man was just getting close to cumming into Holly’s cunt when Danny’s phone rang.
“Hello?” he said.
“Is this Danny Kellett?” asked a voice on the other end.
“Speaking.”
“We have your sister Bianca in government detention,” said the voice. “Please attend the Cavenham Square Detention Centre to collect her.”
“Detention?” asked Danny. “For what?”
But the caller had already hung up.
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The Cavenham Square Detention Centre was more commonly known as the Bitch Kennels, and it was used for detention of women for gender-related matters. It most commonly held women picked up at pro-feminist protests, if they weren’t suspected of serious feminist terrorism. But it also held unescorted women found in the business district until a supervising man could be identified, women accused of disrespect offences, and girls suspected of a range of other gender misdemeanours.
It wasn’t the first time Danny would be picking up his older sister Bianca. He’d had to leave his own 18th birthday, three years ago, to collect his sister after she’d been picked up on a cockteasing offence, when she’d gone out clubbing dressed like a fucktoy and then refused a sexual proposition from a man. On that occasion she’d gotten off with a warning, but a year later he’d been back to collect her on disrespect charges when she’d implied a man had a small penis when he’d groped her ass in a mall. That time there was nothing Danny could do as the officers gave the man a full five minutes to grope her ass as much as he liked, and then repeatedly slap her until she cried.
The truth was that Bianca was a brat. Their rich father, and permissive feminist mother, had coddled Bianca, and given her the impression that she could pick and choose which men she would fuck, and that she had rights, and dignity, and power. And for much of that life, it had been true.
But their parents were both in jail now for colluding with the feminist-terrorist collective known as The Titty Warriors, and their money had been split between Danny and Bianca. Bianca seemed determined to spend it as quickly as possible on booze, drugs and lingerie, all while continuing to live her bratty disrespectful cockteasing lifestyle.
Danny had tried to moderate her, but Bianca had never respected Danny. She had bullied him mercilessly growing up, and barely paid any attention to him now that he was a grown man.
She simply didn’t seem to understand that she was living in a patriarchy, and her rights and happiness were irrelevant.
When Danny arrived at the Bitch Kennels, he expected to be taken to the misdemeanour cells. However, upon giving his name, he was directed to another wing of the building entirely, where he ended up at a small, sterile office, with a beautiful blonde in a lab coat.
“Hello, Mr Kellett,” said the blonde. “My name is Sweetie Titties. Would you care to take a seat, and we’ll run the mind probe quickly.”
Many girls these days changed their names to things like “Sweetie Titties” or “Cuddles McMelons”, or suchlike, thinking it would help them get ahead in a world run by men.
“I think there’s been some mistake,” said Danny. “I’m here to pick up my sister Bianca.”
“No mistake,” said Sweetie. “Just take a seat. This won’t take long.”
Danny dubiously took a seat in the indicated chair. Sweetie leant over him – giving him a view down her lab coat to her large, bare tits – and placed a device on his head, rather like a crown with metal rods resting against his scalp.
“There we go,” said Sweetie. She knelt in front of him, looked up at him with big, beautiful eyes – and began to stroke his cock through his pants.
“Just think about the girls you’d most like to fuck in your life,” said Sweetie. “Real girls you actually know. Ones that know your name. No celebrities.”
Danny, his cock suddenly rock hard, was confused, but did as he had been asked. He thought about the lesbian couple living next door. He thought about the big-titted brunette MILF at his office, and her sexy 18-year-old daughter she’d brought in one day. He thought about the cute buxom waitress at his local cafe – Harmony – who wore a crucifix and was trying to keep herself a virgin for her future husband. He thought about Tonya, the redhead he’d gone to school with…
Sweetie stopped stroking his cock. She stood, and removed the crown from his head.
“That should be enough,” she said. “You can go through now, Mr Kellett.”
She indicated a door, and when Danny stepped through it, he was shocked by what he saw.
It was his sister, Bianca – completely nude, and strapped to a chair much like the one Danny had been in, with a similar crown on her head.
He hadn’t seen his sister nude, ever. In a patriarchal world of easily accessible female nudity, Bianca had thought it a funny game to make sure her brother never, ever caught a glimpse of her tits or cunt – which of course had made Danny fetishise them immensely.
It didn’t help that Bianca’s tits were large and perfect, or that she was a gorgeous, fit brunette. More than once, Danny had masturbated to the thought of his sister’s body – and now here it was, on full display for him.
Bianca’s face went red when he came in, and she struggled against her bonds, to no avail.
“Get out,” she said. “Don’t look.”
Sweetie Titties stepped forward and casually slapped Bianca across the face.
“Don’t add a disrespect charge to your problems, honey,” she said. “Be nice to your brother.”
“What is this?” asked Danny.
“Oh, did no one tell you?” said Sweetie. “Your sister has been selected by random government lottery to appear on Guess the Cunt. We’ve completed a mind probe of her and determined that the man she’d like to fuck least, in all the world, is you – her brother. That means that you’ll be the star of the episode. You’ll get to try and identify Bianca, plus four other woman, solely by their sexual characteristics, and if you’re successful you’ll get a cash prize and the ability to keep them for a month as your slave.”
“And if I don’t… they get sold into slavery,” said Danny.
“That’s right!” said Sweetie. “It’ll be such fun! Now, we’ve put an implant into Bianca that will let us track her if she tries to flee, and it will also suppress the effects of any birth control she tries to take. Your episode will be recorded in six weeks, once she’s had time for all birth control to leave her body so that she’s reliably fertile. Until then she’s not allowed to leave your house.”
Sweetie began to unbind Bianca.
“Do you have a leash to take her home on?” asked Sweetie.
Dannny knew that some men kept their women on leashes in public, but…
“She usually goes unleashed,” he said.
Sweetie tutted. “That won’t do,” she said. “We find cunts are most likely to run immediately upon leaving detention. It won’t help her, of course – she has that implant – but it can be inconvenient. How about I put a tit leash on her for you?”
Sweetie finished unbinding Bianca, and made her stand. Then she cuffed Bianca’s hands behind her back, and took out a length of leather which she looped twice around the base of Bianca’s tits, and then tightened. Her tits bulged as they were constricted at the base. Sweetie tugged hard on the leather, and Bianca was pulled forward by her tits.
Satisfied that the binding wouldn’t come off, Sweetie now clipped a dog leash to it, and passed the handle to Danny.
“You can’t be serious,” objected Bianca. “Let go of that leash and untie me, you little dipshit.”
Sweetie slapped Bianca again.
“She has a mouth on her, doesn’t she?” the blonde observed.
“Yes, she’s a bit of a brat,” said Danny. He tugged on the leash. “Come on, Bianca. Time to go home.”
Bianca’s face was red with fury – but as Danny pulled on her tits, her only options were to follow, or fall tits-first onto the ground.
Danny tried to pretend that this was all something he was casual with – but the reality was that leading his sister to his car, nude, on a tit-leash, was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to him.
And it was only just beginning. Because Danny and Bianca were going to star on Guess the Cunt.
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