Young women do not always make the best decisions. For example, the new “Consent”-brand lipstick was all the rage right now among Rosie’s friends. Its bright colour schemes (including “Rapebait Red” and “Fucktoy Fuchsia”) drew the eye, and it was priced so surprisingly cheaply that even the poorest teen girl could afford some.
Its advertisements ran with the tagline, “For when you don’t want him to take no for an answer,” and showed attractive models with bright lipstick being seized by handsome men and ravished in ways they were powerless to stop – but which they clearly were deliriously happy about.
Rosie loved the brand – until her best friend Karl raped her only a week after she started wearing it. He pushed her down onto her bed, ripped her clothes off, spread her legs, and ploughed her cunt as she struggled and protested until he had ejaculated inside her. Afterwards, he took photographs of her naked body, the cum leaking from her cunt… and the box her lipstick had come in, tag-line and all.
He told her he would be back tomorrow for more. He told her to wear the lipstick again or he would share the photos.
After he was gone, she got as far as typing the police number into her phone before she thought it through. They were going to ask her why she had worn the lipstick for him if she didn’t want to be raped. After all, the marketing had been very explicit, hadn’t it? It didn’t matter that all her friends were wearing it too – they were going to say she had *wanted* to be raped, that she had *invited* it.
So she did nothing. The next day she wore the lipstick for Karl again. This time he raped her ass before turning her around and cumming in her pretty lipstick-decorated mouth. He took photos again.
Soon she discovered the same was happening to many of her friends. The boys who were raping them got together and began to share the girls around. Rosie “consented” to a lot of boys that month, and as the collection of pictures they had of her grew, and she became more and more scared that someone would show them to her parents or her employer, she “consented” to other things, like planting slutty lipstick kisses on the bare pussies of her friends; like sitting naked and dog-collared at parties where the boys laughed and joked and took turns shoving their cocks into the mouths and pussies of the various girls they had enslaved; like licking Karl’s cum out of her friends’ anuses, cunts, or mouths like the good little fuckdoll she had “consented” to become.
After a while Karl told her to stop putting the lipstick on her mouth, as it wasn’t an important part of her, and soon she became used to the humiliating process of starting every day sitting nude on the edge of her bed and carefully applying “Puta Plum” lipstick to her labia…
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A new lipstick - "for when you don't want him to take no for an answer".