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Previous chapters of this story:
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six

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The release of Sisterhood’s first music video was the worst night of the girls’ lives so far.

The four girls had been so focused on fame, on musical success, and on pleasing Calvin that they hadn’t allowed themselves to dwell on the fact that the world was really going to *see* their music video.  But once it was released, that reality came crashing home to them.

Leah was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything except her tits these days.  Calvin had put her on a vigorous five-times-a-day milking program, using an industrial milking machine.  The process of having her tits violently sucked on by a machine left them constantly sore and painful – but even worse, the more she was milked, the more milk she produced, and now she found she *needed* to be milked at least three times a day to avoid the pressure in her udders becoming unbearably painful.

On the night of the music video’s release, Leah’s friends held a watch party for it.  Leah hadn’t told them she was called “Sex-Cow” now – although they had noticed the swelling in her breasts with interests – but Calvin insisted on her dressing for the event in cow accessories, including a cowbell, cow-ear headband, and cow-print gloves for both her hands.  The gloves ended in fake hooves, preventing her from gripping anything or using her hands properly, and Calvin locked her into them with small padlocks, preventing them from being removed.

There was laughter when she showed up at the party, but even more laughter when the music video started to play and they saw Leah in it, dressed much as she was at the party, except with her tits and cunt completely exposed.  The camera showed merciless close-ups of Leah’s shaved pussy – visibly wet – and her giant udders – with milk leaking from the nipples.

Mooo!  My name is Sex-Cow
My udders are so big
I’m a stupid sexy pig

Mooo!  I want to show how
If you hurt my tits it’s fun
You can cover them with cum. 
You can treat me like I’m cattle
You know I’ll never tattle
That I’m a lesbian’s no lie
But you can rape and milk me till I cry

In the video, Leah danced and wobbled her giant tits around, and the footage of this was intercut with a scene of Leah in an erotic tangle with the other girls of the group.  Fuckpet knelt between Leah’s legs, licking her pussy, while Little Miss Rape stood behind her, licking her neck, reaching around to squeeze Leah’s udders.  Cocktease stood in front of her, alternately slapping and punching Leah’s tits as Little Miss Rape Squeezed them, and on each hit milk squirted from Leah’s nipples.

Leah could barely remember filming this.  She hadn’t wanted to, but Calvin had shown her the footage of all the girls raping Cocktease and threatened to take it to the police, then made them all rub their cunts to the edge of orgasm until they could hardly think straight.  By the time this degrading scene had been filmed, Leah was barely aware she was in front of cameras.

Her friends put the video on repeat, looping endlessly on the large TV, and passed around alcoholic drinks.  Leah wanted to leave, but her friends were insistent she stay.  As the night went on, everyone got drunker, and most of the girls left, and then the inevitable happened – someone wanted to see her udders, and when Leah tried to say no, her shirt was lifted without her consent, and then ripped off, and then her skirt and panties were removed too, and before Leah could even try to escape, she was being gang raped.

Boys who had once been her friends stuffed their cocks into her pussy, her mouth and her ass without her consent.  She moaned, and tried to please them, scared of what they might do if she didn’t, and to her relief her body responded by becoming aroused, conditioned by her recent practice to mindless sexual readiness.

By the end of the night, Leah didn’t have male friends anymore – only rapists.  And she knew they would try to rape her again, and she knew she would let them.

During the night, some of the boys had squeezed or milked or tits, and this had made Leah moan with gratitude and lust.  Some had punched her in the tits, like in the video, and this had been even more arousing.  

But when morning came, and Leah woke on a couch, wet with cum, her cunt and ass aching, her most pressing need was still there.  Her tits were full, and she needed to be milked.  She tried to milk herself, but the cow-hoof gloves were still locked to her wrists, and she couldn’t squeeze herself hard enough.  She couldn’t even get dressed, with the gloves on her wrists, or use her phone to call for help.

But she didn’t need to.  When she looked out the windows, there was a car waiting outside for her.  It was Calvin.  She ran out of the house to him gratefully – still nude.

“I need my udders milked,” she said, blushing, as she reached him.

“We’ll take care of that, Sex-Cow,” said Calvin.  “Your music video was a hit.  You’re a star now.  Get in the car.”

She moved to enter the passenger seat, but he stopped her.  “No,” he told her.  “Cows don’t ride in the people seats.”  He opened the boot.

She looked up at him in despair – but she knew he was right.  She was nude, covered in the sperm of her friends, and desperate to have her tits milked like an animal.  She didn’t deserve to travel like *people*.  Humiliated, defeated, she climbed into the car boot, and let Calvin close it with her inside.

She already knew that Calvin was *not* going to take the cow-hoof gloves off her when they arrived at his place – now, or possibly ever again – and that she was going to need a man to milk her from now on every time her tits got full.  A part of her hated Calvin for doing this to her – for turning her into this – but a part of her felt that maybe this had always been her destiny, from the day her tits had grown to such a slutty size, and felt absurdly grateful to Calvin for being willing to milk her and take care of her….

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Mary-Beth was forced to watch the video with her family and her church community.

She tried to avoid it, but they knew she was recording a pop-song, and they wouldn’t countenance the idea of doing anything other than showing their support on the night of the music-video release.

There were nearly 30 people crammed into her parents’ living room as the video started.  And the gasps began almost immediately.  There was there darling, virginal Mary-Beth, completely naked except for crucifix nipple and clitoris clamps, calling herself “Little Miss Rape”, spreading her pussy and lezzing off with other whores.

Little Miss Rape is my given name
Lesbianism is my slutty shame
My mother says I’m going to hell
Because I lick her cunt so well 

I need a man to set me straight
It’s better if it’s one I hate
You need to stick your cock in me
To rape me, cure me, set me free

On screen, Mary-Beth fucked her pussy with a large crucifix-shaped dildo while Sex-Cow knelt behind her and tongued her asshole.

The reaction when the video was over was icy, horrified silence.  Mary-Beth felt herself dying inside, dying of shame and guilt and self-loathing over what she had done.

Her father looked at her, and said only one sentence.

“Get out, you disgusting little whore, and don’t ever, ever come back.”

Mary-Beth fled, crying, into the night.  She didn’t know where to go.  She didn’t know what to do.  She found a park, and ripped off her clothes, and began slapping her cunt and her tits with her hands, trying to punish herself for being such a disgusting slut.  The pain just made her wet, and soon she was just masturbating, fingering her pussy, naked in a public park.  She pictured how good Leah’s tongue had felt against her anus as she did so.  She remembered the taste of Cocktease’s cunt when she had raped the poor lesbian.  She remembered Fuckpet licking her pussy.  And she orgasmed again, and again, and again, crying the whole time.

When she was done, she knew there was only one option.  No one she had known in her old life would have anything to do with her now.  To her family, and her church, and her friends, she was now nothing but a lesbian whore.

There was only one person who would take her in.  He would abuse her, of course, and probably rape her – but didn’t she deserve to be abused and raped?  A girl whose own father had – correctly – called her a disgusting whore?

She took out her phone and called Calvin.

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Katy knew what was about to happen.  She didn’t watch the video with friends.  She just hid in her apartment on the night of the music video release.

As it became public, her phone began to buzz with texts and messages.  They were from her friends in the lesbian community, expressing horror and disgust at her betrayal of them, of her identity, of her dignity.  Katy knew she was done with those friends.  They would never accept her again.

After a while, there was a knock at the door.  “Katy, let me in!” said a male voice.  “It’s Brendan!”

Katy felt a surge of relief.  Brendan had been her friend since primary school.  He had known her since before she identified as a lesbian.  He wouldn’t care about what she had done.  She hurried to the door, and let him in.

“So I saw the video,” he said, as he came in, and sat beside Katy on the couch.

“I know,” said Katy.  “I’m so sorry.”  She felt tears welling in her eyes.

“It’s okay,” said Brendan, in a soft caring voice.  And then he continued – and his words made Katy freeze in horror.  “You know, if you had rape fantasies, you only needed to ask.”

Her eyes widened.  “No, I…” she began.

“Sshh,” said Brendan – and slapped her across the face.  He pushed her down on the couch, and began to rip at her clothes.  Katy struggled, but Brendan was bigger and stronger, and she felt her clothes tear, exposing her breasts and pussy.

“Sing your verse for me,” he told her, as he unzipped his fly.

“Nooo….” Katy moaned – but Brendan slapped her, and slapped her again.

“Be a good Cocktease for me,” he said.  And Katy had no choice to comply.  She began to softly sing her verse of the song as Brendan sank his erect cock into her unwilling lesbian pussy.

Call me Cocktease – that’s what I am
I say I’m gay – it’s just a sham
My lips say no – but disregard
I just kiss girls to make you hard 

I want you to force me
Just like you should now
And when you rape me
It feels so good now

I only fuck my sisters ‘cos I’m craving dick
It’s only being raped that makes my pussy slick
And I will cocktease you until you use me – use me
Go on and abuse me

And to her horror, she got wet.  She had always been wet when she sang that song – Calvin had made them masturbate so often – and she found that the mere act of singing it caused her pussy to become aroused, even as she was being non-consensually raped.

It’s just the song, she told herself.  It’s Calvin.  It’s Calvin’s fault.

And she could tell herself that.  But when Brendan began to fuck her harder, and spit in her mouth, and slap her across the face, and then eventually shuddered and spurted his cum into her unprotected womb, she had no explanation at all for why she orgasmed along with him.

When Brendan departed – leaving Katy crying nude on the couch, his cum leaking from her pussy – he left her front door open, and a short time later Calvin entered.  He lifted her from the couch, and she made no attempt to struggle, and he carried her out to his car, and put her in the boot.

“I orgasmed,” she told him, looking up at him from the boot with big, vulnerable eyes.  “I orgasmed when he raped me.”

“I know,” said Calvin.  “I’ve always known you would.”

“I deserve this,” she said.

“Yes,” he agreed, and closed the boot.

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When all the girls were gathered at Calvin’s apartment, they joined Fuckept, who was already there.  Her training collar had all but removed her ability to speak, and left her almost wholly unable to interact with the world normally.  She had moved in with Calvin some days ago, and had spent the debut of her music video sucking on Calvin’s cock as Calvin stroked her hair.

“Congratulations on your musical success, girls,” he told the four women.  All of them were nude, all of them submissive, defeated, finally stripped of their notions that they didn’t deserve constant violation and degradation.  

“Thank you, sir,” chorused the girls.  

“Sex-Cow and Cocktease, you’ve both just been raped.  Why don’t you go ahead and lick the rape-cum off each other and get all cleaned up?  Meanwhile, Mary-Beth, I don’t think it’s fair that your friends have been raped but you haven’t, would you agree?”

Mary-Beth was crying again.  “Yes, sir, I deserve to be raped,” she said.

“Good girl,” said Calvin.  He bent her over the lounge, in a position where he would have a good view of the other girls licking their rapists’ cum out of each other’s snatches, and sighed happily as he slid his penis into her virginal cunt.  It was wet, of course, and it spasmed enjoyably around each cock with each sob as Mary-Beth cried.  

“I think you’re all going to enjoy your new homes,” he told the girls as he violated Little Miss Rape.  He gestured to the wall of the apartment, where a row of four wire cages had been set up.  Each was only just big enough to hold a girl, on all fours, and each had thick dildos at the front and back.  A girl inside would have to be impaled on them to fit within, one in her mouth and one in her cunt.  Nameplates were affixed to each cage – Sex-Cow, Cocktease, Little Miss Rape and Fuckpet.  

“Thank you, sir,” sobbed Mary-Beth, who knew it was exactly what she deserved.  Sex-Cow and Cocktease would have said the same, had their mouths not been busy.

“Fuckpet, why don’t you sing your verse for us while I rape your sister here?” asked Calvin.

And Fuckpet obediently did, singing the only words she was allowed to use now.

Meow meow meow meow.
Meow meow meow.

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This story is set in the Pop World universe. You can buy the first 60-page collection of Pop World stories for only $3.99 USD in the store – and your purchase supports the creation of new, free stories! (Click here to view.)

Previous chapters of this story:
One | Two | Three | Four | Five

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“Could you spread your pussy just a little bit wider for the camera, babe?” asked the cameraman – only it wasn’t really *asking*, it was more *telling*, and it was clear that “no” wasn’t an acceptable answer.

It was the day of Sisterhood’s first music video shoot, and Mary-Beth was struggling to remember her own name, so she wasn’t in a good position to argue anyway.  No one had called her anything but “Little Miss Rape” all day – or sometimes “Rape-Girl” for short, and she was horrified by how quickly she had gotten used to answering to it.  

Also, she was nude – or practically nude.  She wore white thigh-high leather boots with six-inch heels.  The place where they stopped – halfway between her knee and her groin – just emphasised that her pussy was completely bare and exposed.

She had matching white leather gloves, and a white velvet collar around her neck.  Her blonde hair was pushed back by a white headband, and she was wearing whorish pink lipstick.

Each of her perky nipples had a painful clamp fixed to it, and from each clamp hung a small crucifix – part of what her manager Calvin called her “Christian girl persona”.  Only it wasn’t a persona.  Mary-Beth really was a devout Christian, and she was genuinely worried that her involvement in the girlpop group Sisterhood might mean she was going to hell.

That was why she had fought so long over the last element of her costume.

“I can’t put *that* in *there*!” she had wailed that morning.

Calvin had just told her to sit on the floor and keep masturbating, and that she wouldn’t be allowed to cum until she agreed.

She had done as she was told, weeping.  After a while, pretty pink-haired Cocktease – also known as Katy – had come over and began to softly kiss her on the mouth, and stroke her tits, and Mary-Beth had let her.  The girls lezzing off with each other was an important part of their practice, and though Mary-Beth knew it was sinful, it also made her pussy very, very wet.

Once she had started tongue-kissing Cocktease, it didn’t take her long to agree.  She needed to cum.  

“I’ll do it,” she moaned.

Calvin handed her the plastic crucifix.  The image of her saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ, was very clear on the cross.

Weeping, Mary-Beth bent over, spread her ass cheeks, allowed Cocktease to rub some lubricant into her sphincter, and then pushed the long end of the crucifix into her anus, until only the crosspiece and head was sticking out.  A bulb on the end of the crucifix made it work effectively as a butt-plug, leaving it in no danger of accidentally popping out again.

So now she was standing here, effectively nude, with crosses swinging from her nipples and the icon of her faith jammed up her ass and giving her no small amount of sexual pleasure, and the cameraman was asking her to spread her pussy.

She did as she was told, spreading her legs, then gripping her labia and pulling them open, to allow the cameraman to film her sopping wet fuckhole and cute pink little clitoris.

The thought came to her again that this was for a music video that the whole world would see.  The whole *point* was for everybody to see it.  Everybody in the world was going to see her spreading her pussy open for the camera.  With clamps on her nipples.  With a crucifix jammed up her anus.

To her horror, she orgasmed right in front of the cameraman, and then squirted onto his camera.  The humiliation made her orgasm a second time – both the knowledge that she had just been filmed while squirting, and the knowledge that Calvin was going to make her get down on all fours and lick her mess up, and the cameraman would film that too.

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The studio was a maze of activity, with cameras and lighting equipment everywhere.  The cameramen were getting early footage of the individual girls, including the degrading intimate close-ups on their sex organs that Calvin had specifically asked for.  

Calvin was enjoying watching Little Miss Rape’s humiliation when Sex-Cow waddled up to him awkwardly, trying to get his attention.

She was nude except for a cowbell collar and cow-ear headband.  He had clamped heavy bulldog clips on both of her nipples, because she had begun to properly lactate, as all good cows should, and he wanted her to squirt milk from her nipples during the video shoot – which meant not wasting any on leakage just yet.  

He’d cuffed her hands behind her back to stop her from removing the clamps.  And then, because she kept complaining that her tits hurt because they were full of milk, and her nipples hurt because they had clamps on them, he’d put a ball gag on her as well.

Right now, she clearly had something to say, so he gave her the benefit of the doubt and removed the gag.

“Please can I have the clamps off, sir?” she said immediately, so he went to put the gag back.

“No, wait!” she objected.  “It’s Cocktease.  She’s having a meltdown.  I think she’s going to pull out of the group!”

Calvin swore.  “Where is she?” he asked.

“In the toilets,” said Sex-Cow.  She meant the men’s toilets, as Calvin had seen no reason to give the girls their own bathrooms, and it amused him to watch them trying to piss in the standing urinals.

Calvin re-gagged the protesting Sex-Cow, and headed for the bathroom.

He found Cocktease sitting in one of the stalls, on the lid of a closed toilet.  The stalls didn’t have doors, of course – Calvin was far too wise to allow the girls any privacy, or a place they could lock him out of.  He stood in front of her and looked at her.

The lesbian who had once been known as Katy looked extremely fuckable today.  Her pink hair was freshly dyed and styled.  Her face was made-up with sexy pink lipstick and subtle-yet-whorish blush and eyeshadow.  A silver lesbian-symbol earring hung from each earlobe.  A silver charm shaped like two big-ttited women kissing hung from each nipple by a clamp.  And between her legs, another clamp on her clitoris supported a single “woman” symbol, with the circle at the top of the symbol perfectly aligned with her fuckhole, suggesting exactly what a woman might be used for.  The symbol attached to the clamp was just large enough that Cocktease couldn’t comfortably close her legs all the way.

She was crying.

“What’s the matter, Cocktease?” he asked her.

She looked up.  “My name’s *Katy*,” she protested.

He slapped her, and waited.  She just kept crying, so he slapped her again.  “What’s your name?” he asked.

She knew there was no way out of this.  “Cocktease, sir,” she said, pouting.

“What’s your problem?” he asked her.

“I can’t do this,” she said.  “I can’t!  I can’t show my pussy and tits to the whole world – to my friends – to my family!  And the song says I’m a *fake* lesbian, and that I want to fuck boys!  I’m not!  I’m a *real* lesbian!  If I do this, every boy in the world will think I want to fuck them!”

“That’s exactly what we’re hoping for,” said Calvin.  “That’s called ‘being famous’, honey.”

“No!” she wailed.  “No!  I can’t!  Please don’t make me!”

“I’ve put a lot of money into developing you, Cocktease,” said Calvin. “My time and effort, too.  And film crews don’t come cheap.  And now you just want to walk away?”

“I’m sorry,” she wailed.  “I’m sorry, but I can’t.  Please don’t make me.”

He liked that she implicitly accepted that he *could* make her.  And he was tempted to.  But he saw an opportunity here – an opportunity to make the group more stable in the long-term.

“You’re just *asking* me to let you go?” he said.  “For free?”

She looked up at his face – and then down at his cock.

“Please,” she said.  “I’ll…. I know you want to…. I’ll use my mouth.  Just don’t make me do the video.”

“Are you offering me a blowjob, Cocktease?” he asked her.  “I thought you were a *real* lesbian.”

She blushed.  “I am,” she said.  “But I know you want to… stick it inside me, and I thought…”

He unbuttoned his pants, and extracted his cock – already very erect.  “Okay,” he said.  “Be a good little fake lesbian, and satisfy me, and I won’t make you do the video.”

She leaned forward on the toilet, her face red with humiliation, and put her lips on the tip of his cock.  It felt like heaven.  She recoiled immediately as she tasted his pre-cum, but he just looked at her, and soon she leaned back in, this time opening her mouth and taking the head of his cock into her mouth.

“Masturbate,” he told her.

She took her mouth off his cock.  “I can’t,” she said.  “The clamp gets in the way.”

“I don’t care,” he told her.  “Masturbate, or the deal is off.”

She moaned, and put her mouth back on his cock, and began to try to fingerfuck herself.  She kept accidentally pulling on the clitoris clamp, making her wince, and he had to struggle not to laugh at her discomfort.

She was an unpracticed cocksucker, but the pleasure of being in the unwilling lesbian’s mouth compensated for any technical inexperience.

After a while he grabbed her by her cute pink hair, and began to control her head, forcing it up and down on his cock.  She made a gagging sound and tried to struggle when he did this, but he maintained control, using her head as his personal masturbation tool, forcing his cock deep into her throat as she moaned in humiliation and violation.

He noted that her cheeks were reddening, and took additional pleasure in the knowledge that this “lesbian” was experiencing sexual arousal from her masturbation while she had a man’s cock in her mouth.

As he neared his orgasm, he stopped, and pulled out.  He used her hair to pull her to her feet.

“What…” she said, confused.

“I’m finishing in your cunt,” he told her matter-of-factly.

Her eyes widened.  “No!” she said.  “You can’t!”

“The deal was that you satisfy me,” said Calvin.  “That’s what will satisfy me.”  He used a knee to kick her legs apart, and pushed her back until she was trapped against the wall of the toilet stall.

“Please, no,” she wailed.  “Please…”

He reached behind her and lifted her up by her ass, separating her ass cheeks as he did, and then lowered her onto his cock.  He did it so that his cock went right through the loop of her female-symbol clitoris charm, and then into her sopping wet pussy.  To stop her making any more distracting protests, he kissed her on the lips too.

She cried as he raped her – from violation, from humiliation, and from the fact that every thrust of his cock pulled painfully on her clitoris clamp.  But she kissed him back – he had trained her in exactly this style of passionate kissing every day for the past fortnight – and her pussy was so wet that she couldn’t help herself.  The stimulation made her orgasm – and then a moment later, Calvin came too, firing his sperm deep into her lesbian womb.

He made her lick him clean, as she sunk to her knees on the toilet floor, weeping. 

“You won’t make me do the video?” she asked.

He nodded.  “I won’t make you,” he said.  Then he reached down and cuffed her hands behind her back – both to stop her cleaning his cum out of her pussy, because he rather liked knowing it was inside her, and because of what was about to happen.

Then he left the toilets, heading back into the studio.

“Little Miss Rape!  Sex-Cow!  Fuckpet!” he called.  “Get over here!”

The three other girls of Sisterhood assembled in front of him.  He generously removed Sex-Cow’s ball gag before speaking.

“Our little fake lesbian, Cocktease, has decided that she’s leaving the group,” he said.

“What?” said Little Miss Rape, horrified.

“Effective immediately,” said Calvin.  “And the contracts specify that Sisterhood is a four-girl group, so I’m afraid it’s over.  There’ll be no music video, no album, and no concert tour.”

“Meow?” asked Fuckpet.

“I’ll release the footage I have so far to porn websites,” said Calvin.  “And under your contracts you’ll have to pay me back for the development costs invested in you so far.”  He sighed.  “I’m sorry, girls.  I really thought you were going to be not completely worthless.  But you can always count on female stupidity to screw things up.”

“Can’t she change her mind?” asked Sex-Cow.

“She doesn’t want to,” said Calvin.  “And I promised her that I wouldn’t make her.  My hands are tied.”

Little Miss Rape looked at the others, then back at Calvin.  “You can’t… but we can talk to her, surely?”

Calvin looked surprised, as if the idea hadn’t occurred to him.  “Well… yes!  I suppose so.  I didn’t say anything to her about you girls.  If you want to go in and convince her, go right ahead.”

He paused.  “Only… i can’t afford to continue on with this shoot, and then have her pull out again.  So if she changes her mind, you need to make *really* sure that she’s not going to back out again.”

Mary-Beth was idly fingering her pussy.  Calvin didn’t think she was even aware that she was doing it.  The girls had been edging all morning, horny all day – none of them were thinking clearly.  All of them were thinking with their cunts.  

“That little slut,” Mary-Beth said.  “I can’t believe she’d do this to us.  I didn’t go through all this humiliation just so she could throw it all away.”

“Meow!” said Fuckpet.  She sounded angry too.

“I think we can convince her, sir,” said Sex-Cow.  “Could I have my hands free?  I might need them.  I promise not to take the clips off my nipples.”

“Very well,” said Calvin, and uncuffed her.  “Oh, I left Cocktease in cuffs too, so she’s very vulnerable right now.”

“Good,” said Mary-Beth under her breath, and Calvin smiled.

And with that, he left the girls alone, at the entrance to the bathrooms, and retired to his private office.

He was very glad, he thought, that he had installed secret cameras in the toilets.  Because he could go and watch – and enjoy – the footage from them right now.  And record it.  

He thought that little lesbian Katy’s first lesbian gang-rape was probably something that fans would eventually be prepared to pay a good deal of money to see…

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This story is set in the Pop World universe. You can buy the first 60-page collection of Pop World stories for only $3.99 USD in the store – and your purchase supports the creation of new, free stories! (Click here to view.)

Previous chapters of this story:
One | Two | Three | Four

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Katy didn’t want to kiss him, and as far as Calvin was concerned, that was unacceptable.

“I told you to kiss me, Cocktease,” he told her as she squirmed, nude, in the dance studio while the other three girls looked on.

“But I actually *am* a lesbian,” Katy protested.  She had discovered over the last few days that the pink hair and bright lipstick that seemed so cute when she was dressed made her look like a fuckdoll when she was nude, and it made her blush every time Calvin stared at her.

“I know,” said Calvin.  “And that’s why you have to kiss me.  Your character in the group is that you’re the *fake* lesbian, remember, who secretly wants to be raped by men?  No one will ever believe that if you don’t make out with men from time to time.”

“But…” Katy objected.

“Don’t make me ask again, Cocktease,” said Calvin threateningly.

Blushing, Katy leaned in, her tits brushing against Calvin’s button-up-shirt, and kissed him chastely on the lips.

Calvin sighed, and pushed the button on his remote.  Katy’s “training clamp”, fixed painfully to her clitoris, gave her a sharp shock, and Katy squealed.

“If I don’t believe that you want to fuck me, then you’re doing it wrong,” said Calvin.  “Try again.”

Her second effort wasn’t much better than her first, although she opened her mouth a little.  He gave her another shock, and that was enough.  Her third try had all the passion her first two had lacked.  She pushed her tongue into his mouth, and let him suck on it, and he could taste her fear and humiliation, which made it extra hot.

“Good girl,” he said when it was done, and she was blushing and avoiding eye contact.  “You’re going to kiss me like that every time you say hello or goodbye from now on, and I expect it to feel like you’re desperate to be fucked.  Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” said the humiliated lesbian, and, satisfied, he let her scurry away to join the other girls.

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Sisterhood practiced for two weeks, every day, for eight hours a day.  He had them run through their slutty debut single “Sistersluts” endlessly, practicing the lewd dance moves and degrading lyrics until the girls were dreaming them in their sleep.  The day was coming soon when they would record the music video for the song, and perform it in front of a real audience, and they needed to be ready.

And as they practiced their song, they also practiced their new identity.  Calvin had set up rules and rituals specifically to help this happen.

First, he had told the girls he expected them to arrive at dance practice sexually aroused.  “Your sexual energy is what sells the music,” he said.  “The audience can tell the difference between a girl’s who’s frigid and a girl who’s wet.  I want you to get used to dancing horny.  I don’t care how you do it, but I want your cunts to be wet when you walk into this dance studio.”

And he tested them, each morning, sticking a finger into their pussy after they had undressed, and having them suck his finger clean if it discovered fuckhoney.  It only took a couple of days of zapping the girls for being dry before they got with the program and started edging before the start of the day.

Next he would have the girls pair up.  Each girl would tell their partner what they found most sexually attractive about her.  Then the girls would kiss – a long, slutty tongue kiss – while checking that their partner’s pussy was wet with their fingers.  Then each girl would kiss the other’s cunt – not deeply, but enough to taste her wetness.  Finally, the girls would swap partners and repeat, until each girl had partnered with every other girl.

There was some hesitation about this at first, but their training clamps helped convince them.  And in any case, Katy was eager to kiss and cunt-lick the other girls, and Mary-Beth got ridiculously wet from it, despite her Christian protestations, and when Delilah tried to object by saying anything other than “meow”, her pet collar gave her a painful shock. 

Leah – who Calvin called “Sex-Cow” – was the only one who genuinely tried to protest, so he set her homework, telling her she was to arrive three hours early for each training session and spend it masturbating to lesbian porn without allowing herself to cum.  Within days, the impact on her sleep schedule and the sustained arousal had left her dazed and stupid and unable to protest, and once her slutty confusion had caused her to grab Delilah’s head during the morning ritual and started humping the poor girl’s face until she orgasmed, there were no further complaints from Leah.

The girls were expected to kiss and make out casually throughout their interactions, too, and in this area Katy was again the leader.  She would often approach Mary-Beth and kiss her, or casually touch her tits, seeming to enjoy the way that Mary-Beth blushed with shame at these interactions, and because any behaviour from the girls that suggested they weren’t lesbians was punished with a zap to their training clamps, Mary-Beth soon learned to return Katy’s affection.

Calvin was particularly pleased by the way that all the girls began to dehumanise poor Delilah – or “Fuckpet” as they increasingly called her.  Unable to say anything other than “meow” without being shocked, the pretty brunette had little to contribute to conversations, and the girls would kiss her and fondle her without asking for consent, stroke her hair as if she really were an animal, and otherwise ignore her and exclude her from their socialising.  One lunchtime he found Leah throwing a dildo across the dance floor for Fuckpet as if it were a stick, and Fuckpet, desperate for attention and approval, was scurrying to retrieve it on all fours and bringing it back in her mouth, to Leah’s delight.

Each night after practice he would take the girls out for dinner, at the “Titty House”, the strip club next door to the studio.  This was an excuse to dress the girls in a range of trial costumes, all of them slutty, and none of them fully covering the girls’ tits and pussy.  They went without panties, in short skirts, in see-through tops, with their tits falling out, showing off sideboob, or underboob, looking like walking rapebait. 

The girls objected fiercely at first, but he coerced them out the door in their slutwear and into the Titty House using the training clamps, and once the girls realised they were actually better dressed than the other woman there, they began to relax.  It was an important part of getting the girls to feel it was normal and appropriate to be dressed like a whore in public.

At the club, the girls watched strippers undress, dance, and simulate sex on stage, and each girl reached the important realisation that the dance they were learning for “Sistersluts” was more lewd and degrading than the work of professional strippers.  Seeing them realise that was delicious for Calvin, but seeing them accept that they were still going to keep dancing was even better.

At these events, he paired up Leah (Sex-Cow) and Mary-Beth (Little Miss Rape) as girlfriends.  The two would kiss and paw at each other’s tits as they watched the strippers.  Meanwhile Katy (Cocktease) sat in Calvin’s lap and kissed him as he squeezed her udders and pushed his fingers between her legs to finger her cunt.

And Delilah, of course – poor, sexy Fuckpet – sat on all fours on the ground next to them, eating her meals from a bowl, and occasionally getting a chance to lick at Katy’s pussy when Calvin forced the girl’s legs apart and beckoned Delilah in to attend to her.  He would make Delilah lick until Katy orgasmed, because he wanted Katy to get used to the experience of orgasming while kissing a man and having him rub her tits.

They were under instructions to watch the strippers on stage if their eyes weren’t needed elsewhere.  He wanted the girls to get used to staring at a woman’s tits and cunt while they talked, ate, drank and relaxed.  He wanted the sexual objectification of women to become the background noise of their life; to get them to find it natural for women to be decorations and entertainment; to see women sexually degraded and neither look away nor object.

These outings were also practice for getting the girls to identify themselves by their new names, including to any men who took an interest in them.  And most nights, he would get one or two of the girls to buy a lapdance from a girl they liked the look of – although never Katy, who would only get to look on enviously while pretending that her manager wasn’t finger-raping her pussy, and that it wasn’t making her wet.

On the last night of the fortnight, he forced the girls to go to the strip club completely nude.  It was educational for all the girls to realise that they would, in fact, step out on the street completely naked if they were told to, out of fear of the training clamp and fear of being kicked out of the group and losing their shot at fame.  Even though they only had to walk a few short metres to the strip club, it was still intensely humiliating for them, not just to expose themselves to the street, but to realise they would choose to do so, if they were told to.

Inside the club, he had another surprise for them – they were performing.  They were going to get up on stage and perform “Sistersluts” for the crowd.

They didn’t want to.  Katy cried, when he told her she had to.

“There are *men* looking at me!” she wailed.

“Good,” he told her.  “You’d best learn to get wet from that.  It will go easier on you.”

“Meow!” protested Delilah, looking at the horny crowd assembled around the stage.  Calvin ignored her.

In the end, the girls got up, and, nervous, shaking, began to sing their song.

Sister Sluts!  One, two, three, four!
Tell the world I’m a lezbo whore!
My fucktoy sisters I adore!
I lick their cunts and come back for more!
(Good girls fuck their sisters!)
(Good girls let men watch!)

The crowd went wild.  They loved these dancing teenaged lesbian sluts.  They cheered and clapped and hooted indecent propositions, and the girls on stage went crimson with humiliation – but Calvin could see that it also had an effect on them that the men *liked* them.  It may be a drunken mob at a strip club, but they had *fans*.  People enjoyed their singing and dancing.

So they sang louder, and wiggled their tits and ass harder, and Mary-Beth tried to pretend she wasn’t so wet that her slut-honey was visibly glistening on her inner thighs, and Fuckpet tried to pretend that after a fortnight of being ignored and dehumanised the attention didn’t make her deliriously happy. 

Sex-Cow – Leah – wiggled her udders on her verse, and then slapped them hard, and when she did, a little squirt of white fluid spurted from her nipples.  Her eyes widened and she almost lost her place in the song.  It was just colostrum, the pre-milk produced by a breast before real milk production begins, but it was an undeniably good sign.  Sex-Cow was beginning to lactate.

When Mary-Beth’s verse came, she shoved her microphone up her wet fuckhole just as she had practiced, and as she did, everyone could hear the amplified sound of her suddenly and embarrassingly orgasming.  Afterwards, they could see the pure degradation on her face as she licked her fuckjuices off it afterwards.

Katy sang her verse:

I only fuck my sisters ‘cos I’m craving dick
It’s only being raped that makes my pussy slick
And I will cocktease you until you use me – use me
Go on and abuse me

And as she sang she tried to avoid eye contact with the men in the crowd, not wanting to sing *to* them, not wanting to give them ideas, and it just resulted in her gaze locking on Calvin, and her face turning a pretty beetroot colour as she looked him in the eyes and begged him to rape her.

And when Fuckpet came forward and sang “meow meow meow”, the audience *laughed* – wild, cruel, uproarious guffaws – and if Fuckpet had retained any delusions that she was a human with dignity and respect, that laughter broke it down violently.  It was impossible for her to remember that she was a cute young teenaged girl with friends and a future.  It simply couldn’t co-exist with the memory of crawling naked on all fours at a strip-club, her cunt wet and her ass plugged with a tail butt-plug, as a crowd of horny men laughed at her. 

Calvin had filmed the whole thing, and over the weekend he would call the girls in for “special practice”.  He was going to make each girl masturbate non-stop, all weekend, looking at their moment of greatest humiliation that night. 

Leah would watch herself squirting milk from her nipples, while she fingerfucked herself and tried to tease more liquid from her udders.  Mary-Beth would hear the squelching sounds of her fuckhole orgasming into a microphone again and again.  Katy would watch herself beg to be raped as she stared at Calvin. And Delilah would be forced to rub her cunt while listening to that laughter, for hour after hour after hour, without release.

And by the time it was done, the girls would at last be ready to become famous.

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When the other girls in the new pop group packed up to go home after their exhausting – and humiliating – dance practice, Calvin called out to Delilah.

“Fuckpet, you stay,” he said.  “We have more work to do.  Don’t bother getting dressed.”

The nude girl blushed, and waited as the other girls put their clothes back on, said their goodbyes, and headed off to their homes.

When they were gone, Delilah said, “Sir… could you help me get this out?”  She gestured shyly to the cat-tail butt plug that hung down between her ass cheeks and brushed against her legs.

“No, Fuckpet,” said Calvin.  “Didn’t I make myself clear?  That stays in, at all times.”

“I thought… you just meant when we’re dancing…” said Delilah, trailing off uncertainly as she realised that Calvin had not meant that at all.  A mixture of horror and humiliation crossed her face.  “But… it hurts!  It’s uncomfortable, sir!”

“You didn’t think being famous would be easy, did you, Fuckpet?” asked Calvin.

“But… how do I wear underpants with this in?  Or pants?” asked Delilah, biting her lip with despair.

“You won’t,” said Calvin.  “I think it fits your character.  Short skirts only, no panties, from now on.  And your ass will get used to it eventually.  In fact, in time we’ll likely need to use larger plugs.”

Delilah’s eyes widened.  “My family – what do I say to them?”

Calvin shrugged.  “My suggestion is you say ‘meow meow meow’.  You’re a pop star now.  It doesn’t matter what your family thinks of you.”

She didn’t like that answer, he could see.  “Do I have to wear this, too?” she asked, and pointed at the cruel electrified clitoris clamp that Calvin had put on all the girls earlier – the “training clamp”, as he called it.

“No,” said Calvin.  “That probably wouldn’t be healthy.  But it doesn’t need to come off just yet.”  And, just for fun, he pressed the “shock” button on his remote.  Delilah jumped, and squealed.

“Ow!” she protested.

“Would you like the clamp to come off, Fuckpet?” he asked.

“Yes!” she said.  Then corrected herself.  “Yes, sir!”

“If it comes off, I need another way to discipline you.  Is it okay for me to slap you, Fuckpet?”

Calvin watched the momentary confusion in Delilah’s eyes.  She didn’t want to be slapped.  She particularly didn’t want to tell him it was *okay* to slap her.  But she did want the clamp off.

Her answer was too slow.  He zapped her again.  Her tits jiggled in a very pleasing way every time she got an electric shock in her pussy.

“Yes!  Yes!” she squealed.  “Yes, it’s okay for you to slap me.”

“Good girl,” he said, and slapped her across the face.  It was only a light slap, but she gasped in a very sexy way, and her cheek reddened.  While she processed the fact she’d just allowed a man to slap her face, he reached down and removed her clit clamp, and enjoyed her shriek as the blood rushed back into her clitoris in a wave of agony. 

The pain was so bad she lost her balance, and fell to the floor.  He waited for her to stand again.  When she did, she was crying, so he slapped her again.

“Stop crying,” he said.  To his surprise, she did.

“Now,” he said, “we need to work on your personality.  I’m not sure you’re really getting into the Fuckpet persona.”  He took out a video camera and arranged it on a tripod, pointing at the naked Delilah, and then set it to record.

“I’m going to ask you some questions,” he said.  “Okay?”

“Yes, sir,” said Delilah, unhappily.  She was avoiding looking at the camera, clearly embarrassed to be filmed in the nude.

“First up,” said Calvin, “did you enjoy licking up Mary-Beth’s piss today?”

Delilah’s face screwed up in disgust.  “It wasn’t piss!” she objected.  “She… squirted.”

“Oh, I see,” said Calvin.  “You drink some liquids from a girl’s twat but not others?”

Delilah blushed and was silent.

He slapped her.

“Answer my question, Fuckpet,” he said.  “Did you enjoy licking up Little Miss Rape’s piss?”

“No,” sulked Delilah.

Calvin slapped her.  Delilah squeaked.

“Wrong answer,” he said.  “Fuckpet loves licking up anything that comes out of a cock or cunt.  Now try again.  Full sentence answer.  Did you enjoy licking up your sister’s piss?”

Delilah squirmed, but she answered.  “Yes, I love licking up my sister’s piss.”

“Good girl,” said Calvin.  “Next question.  Do you love it when men rape you?”

Her wide eyes pleaded with him for mercy.  He was merciless.

“Yes,” she said eventually.  “I love it when men rape me.”

“And do you want to suck cum from a man’s cock?” he asked.

She mewled with humiliation.  “Yes, I want to suck cum from a man’s cock.”

He nodded.  “Stay there,” he told her.  He went to the camera and connected it to his phone with a cable, and did some quick work with the footage he had just filmed.  Then he took out an object from his bag – it looked like a pet collar, with some plastic attachments – and connected that to his phone as well.

A moment later, he was done.  He took the collar, stepped forward, and placed it around Delilah’s neck.  The fastener connected with a click – and then he turned a key in the fastener.

“What is this?” asked Delilah – and then squealed, as it delivered a shock to her neck.

“A modified pet training collar,” said Calvin.  “It’s going to help you.  Remember how I said that the only thing Fuckpet should say is ‘meow’?”

Delilah didn’t answer.  She was clawing at the collar on her neck, trying to get it off.  She wouldn’t succeed – the material it was made of would require heavy shears to cut, and the fastener couldn’t be unclipped without the key that was now in his pocket.

“Well,” he continued, “the collar will give you a shock if you use any human words.”

“Please take it off!” begged Delilah – and squealed as it shocked her again.

“It’s very sensitive,” said Calvin, “and very effective.  Over time, you’ll come to associate speaking with pain so intimately that you won’t even need the collar.  But you can meow, though, and it will even translate your meows!  Go on, try!”

“Meow?” said Delilah, hesitantly.

A voice played from a speaker on the collar.  It was Delilah’s voice, from moments earlier.  “I love licking up my sister’s piss!” it said.

Delilah’s eyes bugged out, and she resumed scrabbling at the collar, trying to remove it.  “Get it off!” she yelled – and then screamed as it shocked her again.

“It’s also synced with your butt plug,” Calvin continued, as if Delilah hadn’t spoken.  “It can tell when your plug is inside you.  You’re allowed to have the plug out for up to 10 minutes per two hours, to use the toilet.  If it’s out longer than that, your collar will start shocking you.”

“Nooo….” moaned Delilah – and got shocked again.

“I told you that your new persona would be something you needed to live through, not just dress up in,” said Calvin.  “This is the price of fame, Fuckpet.”

She looked at him, the full understanding of what was in store for her beginning to hit home.  She searched his face for signs of mercy.  “Meow?” she said desperately.

“I want to suck cum from a man’s cock!” said her collar.

“We’ll record some more things for your collar to say tomorrow,” said Calvin, “before you forget how to talk entirely.  But I think you’ve got a good range for right now.”

She started to cry again.  He slapped her, but she kept sobbing.  It was okay though – she was the kind of girl who looked even hotter when she cried.

“Now, last item on the agenda,” said Calvin.  He undid his fly and took out his cock, which was rock hard.  Delilah’s eyes went straight to it, staring at it in horror.

“Twice today you’ve said that you enjoy being raped,” said Calvin.  “And you’ve gotten me very hard, so I’m planning to take you up on that.  But consent is important.  If you don’t want me to rape you, you just have to say, ‘Please, Calvin, sir, I would prefer that, for tonight, you didn’t rape me.’  Those exact words.  Do you want to be raped, Fuckpet?”

“Please, Calvin, sir,” said Delilah hurriedly, between sobs  – and then gasped as the collar shocked her.

He moved closer to her, reaching out to stroke her tits.  “Try again,” he said.

“Please, Calvin…” she began, and then made a choked sobbing squeal as the collar shocked her again.

“If you don’t want to be raped, it’s very easy, Fuckpet,” he said.  “Just say the words.”  He slowly pushed her back, against the wall of the dance studio.  She jumped as her butt hit the wall, pushing her butt plug up into her anus.

“Please…” she began – and when she was shocked again, he could see her give up, her tears running down her face as she accepted what was about to happen.

“You haven’t told me not to rape you, Fuckpet,” said Calvin.  “I assume you want to be raped.”

Her mouth moved, but no words came out.  He gently spread her legs using one knee, and lined up his cock at the entry to her pussy.  To his delight, she was wet – very wet.

“Anything you want to say, Fuckpet?” he asked.

There was only one thing she could say.  “Meow,” she wept.

“I love it when men rape me!” said her collar.

“Good girl,” said Calvin, and slid his cock into her wet, virginal pussy.  His thrust banged the butt-plug against the wall again.  “It takes a very special kind of whore to not only not object to being raped, but actually say that she likes it.  But I guess you’re that kind of whore, aren’t you, Fuckpet?”

Delilah said nothing.  She couldn’t think about anything else but the feel of the cock in her pussy – the sensations of her first sex, her first rape, her humiliation, the plug violating her anus, her bare tits against an older man’s chest, the taste of another girl’s ejaculate still on her tongue.

“When I cum inside you,” said Calvin, “and I *will* cum inside you, so I hope you’re on birth control, you’re going to learn to deal with that like a good Fuckpet.  You’re going to let my cum drip out of you onto the floor, and then you’re going to lick it up, just like you did with your sister’s piss.  Do you understand, Fuckpet?”

She was telling herself this couldn’t be happening to her.  It was too degrading, too awful, too much. 

And then, without warning, she orgasmed, and suddenly she couldn’t pretend it wasn’t real.

“MEOW!” she screamed as she bucked frantically against Calvin’s cock.

And her collar helpfully translated: “I love it when men rape me!”

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