Lucien relaxed in the great, aged leather chair while the two creatures he'd 'corrected', tongues extended, licked up and down his erect penis. Their eyes were looking at him for approval, for they knew not to let their attention wander; he'd instructed them harshly on such lapses and other errors of the kind. And as he enjoyed the feeling of their wet tongues sliding worshipfully, up and down, up and down, he reflected on how lucky he'd been to encounter beings so desperate, so damaged, so susceptible to having the void in their lives filled with his overwhelming and soul-snuffing maleness .
The one on the left was auburn-haired and haunted; her body was athletic and petite, almost gaunt, a barely-surviving girl who had struggled too mightily to have any fat. She wore no clothing; she was no longer allowed any. Once, her name had been Ellie. Now, she was only referred to as Cunt, Bitch or Stupid. Lucien had trained her harshly to respond only to these terms, in time, her original name, he knew would become a mystery even to her. As she licked his penis and balls, her eyes were desperate for his approval, and his maleness; both of these things were filling the vast gulf inside her. Upon his arrival in this decaying world, filled with monsters and warring, feral tribes, he had sensed it at once. Her emptiness and self-loathing.
Lucien, too, was naked, though out of preference rather than obedience. He walked around inside the large, stove-warmed cabin in whatever state of undress he chose; it was an effective reminder for the girls if they could always see his hanging, fat, thigh-slapping fuckmeat with its implicit threat of rape. When they took instruction, he made them do so while kneeling, with it hanging in their faces; they signified their understanding of his orders by leaning in and kissing his tip, sucking whatever dregs of lumpy, thick sperm they could from his pisshole. This former 'Ellie' with her haunted eyes and ghostly memories of dead friends and tragedy was no different.
He could read her history by the scars on her thin and perky body, he knew that she had killed and now sought punishment for it; she had been a wolf and found herself damaged by the experience. Lucien, walker between worlds, was also a wolf - but he felt no remorse. He had been drawn here by her darkness. His body was corded with the lean muscle of a hunter, his long black hair with its jagged edges was lupine as it flowed around his neck and shoulders. Compared to the two girls, he was massive, more than a foot taller than either of them. Among them, he loomed like a predator.
His thick, eleven-inch penis was fully erect, pale fading to engorged pink, the shaft emerging stoutly from his dark pubic hair. The smell of it was in the air; the smell of an encroaching predator. They had both been conditioned to crave his scent, and they eagerly rubbed their faces against his cock as a pearl of thick semen slid down the shaft. Both Ellie and the other spotted it instantly and extended their tongues, tangling them together to retrieve it and pull it into their mouths.
"Thank you, God," Ellie murmured. The broken, empty sound of her voice pleased him.
"Your cum tastes so good, God," said the other. Her voice was sharper, more mischievous - of it had been, back before she'd been broken. Now it was dutiful, filled with the knowledge that the wrong tone or inflection would see her beaten until both eyes were swollen shut and her prominent nose was laid sideways on her olive-skinned face. She had been Dina, but now answered only to Rape-Ditch or Fat Ass; or perhaps Kike or Heeb - Lucien had found these phrases floating in her mind in her moments of self-loathing. She considered herself a survivor but in the end she'd been set to lose everything, even those who claimed to care about her most had decided killing was more important than living.
Lucien knew that feeling well. The feeling of the hunt . He looked human, but was not precisely human - it was in his destiny to walk the worlds enslaving and degrading women, and he was interested in only the most worthy quarry. Not the naturally submissive and meek but the strong, the heroic, the deadly. All of his new toys had these qualities in one way or another.
"What are you?" he asked. His voice was deep and fluid, like slow-moving oil.
"I'm a worthless piece of shit," Ellie replied, looking up at him, not missing a beat. The words came out as naturally as 'I'm going out on patrol' or 'I saw infected up north'. But those worried, like all others, were mostly beyond her now. Her expressive, wounded eyes ached with the need to please him. "I'm a stupid whore who sucks cock."
"You pressed your tongue against hers when you were licking up my cum," Lucien chided. A thundercloud was on his face. "Are you still a fucking dyke?"
Ellie looked utterly fearful, vulnerable in her nakedness, and shook her head. "No!" she said, bowing. Scraping. Not wanting to upset him. She knew what would happen if she disappointed him. In the beginning, after they had fought him and lost, she had feared that he would focus his attention on her. Then, later, she feared that he wouldn't. She was totally mentally dependent on his attention and abuse.
"You're not a dyke?"
She shook her head in negation, and Dina did as well. Their eyes were full of fear as his cock jutted between their faces.
"But you were, weren't you?"
They dropped their heads. After a moment, Ellie gave a silent, hesitant nod. Lucien reached out and took a fistful of her copper-colored hair. It was long, down to her neck. He didn't allow her to tie it back as she once had - she was no longer a survivalist or a hero. She was a whore.
"What were you?" he prompted. "Don't make me draw it out of you. I can. And I will make it hurt. In ways you really won't like."
"I was a dyke," Ellie blurted. "I was-"
"We were both dykes. We licked each others cunts," Dina piped up, and their pleading faces were framed around his heavy cock, pressing their hot cheeks against it. "Man-hating, worthless, cunt-licking-"
"-pieces of garbage," Ellie pleaded. "All we cared about was sitting on each others faces, instead of pleasing men like we should have been. But you showed us-"
"-you saved us from sucking pussy like subhuman dyke whores," Dina finished. "You taught us… that we're only useful for being raped by men. By you." Both of them had submissive, desperate tears welling in their eyes. It was clear that their entire reason for being, their complete preoccupation to the exclusion of all else, was to please him and gain his approval. The words coming from their mouths were his - the ones he had sensed deep in their self-hating souls.
"And then," Lucien prompted, putting hands on both of their heads now. "What did I do?"
Ellie's face flushed beneath her freckles. "Y-you… raped us." It was clear she was reliving the memory, the new truth that had replaced all fond recollections of visiting museums or strumming songs on the guitar. "You… raped me."
"For how long?" he prompted.
"Days," she said. "Weeks. You… made her watch." As she described it, Dina pressed her face against Lucien's cock and rubbed desperately against it, biting her lower lip. Black hair cascaded down over her shoulders. She was permitted to tie hers back, but it was still long. She kissed and sucked at one of Lucien's smooth, flushed testicles, worshiping him, thanking him for the experience. She had been raped too, for hours each night. They had been forced to watch each other, until…
"I watched her love for me get… snuffed out…" Dina moaned, and planted another kiss on Lucien's shaft. "At first… crying and begging… reaching for my hand… and then, when it was over… cumming all over your dick. Begging you to fuck her harder."
Ellie's eyes were haunted, the flesh around them slightly darker. She looked weary, broken… but happy. This overall feral look went well with her lack of clothing and the scars, the dirt on her feet, the fading bruises. She looked used up… and sickeningly content. "Thank you, God," she choked out, her voice barely a whisper. The tears slid from her eyes and she kissed Lucien's prick tip as she had once kissed Dina in their most tender moments. "I would have been a cunt-licker… if you hadn't saved me."
Lucien smiled his wolfish smile - his canine tooth even seemed to gleam and show a point. But he wasn't a wolf, nor really a man - he was something else. A force of pure sadism and domination from outside time and space. They - Ellie, Dina, and the other one - could never know it. At first they had tried to fight him, using all of the violence they had learned in their prior months and years in this strange and cursed timeline, only to find out that he was far greater in strength than they.
"I want you to prove you're no longer dykes," Lucien said. "That you are now loyal only to me. That my pleasure is all you care about." They looked up at him with wide eyes, willing to do anything. Ellie in her pert, sinewy nakedness, Dina in her bra and panties, showing off her round, protruding ass. He gestured with his hand. "Stand up and press your bodies together."
The response was immediate - they stood instantly, because that is what he'd ordered them to do. But they were also apprehensive and filled with physical revulsion, which pleased him even more. He'd conditioned them so much with his cock, the very thought of any lesbian activity disgusted them. As they embraced, he could see the uncertain looks in their eyes, and could almost see their skin crawling.
"Dykes make me sick," Lucien said. "Women should serve men. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, god," they said in unison. They were looking at him so they wouldn't have to look at each other. But he wouldn't allow that for much longer.
"Go ahead," Lucien said. "Grab each other's asses." Their hands slid down from waist to buttocks; Dina cupping Ellie and Ellie's agile hands all but sinking into Dina's pillowy, thick ass. But instead of kindling any sort of pleasure in them, they both looked completely disgusted. Once, they had treasured such embraces - Lucien had seen it in their memories. Now, their former love was alien and unwelcome. It made his cock even harder to see their disgust.
"How does her fat fucking ass feel, cunt?" he asked Ellie, and she glanced over at him.
"F-fucking disgusting," Ellie murmured, ashamed. "I can't believe I… we used to…" Her voice trailed off and she seemed to cringe away from Dina, but didn't dare disengage without permission.
"I feel like I'm going to be sick," Dina said. "I'm sorry I was such a stupid, cunt-eating dyke, God. Please, don't make me do it anymore. I only want to suck cock, and get raped by men."
"What's your fat ass for?" Lucien asked.
"Getting raped by cock," Dina moaned. "Getting bent over. I only want to serve men. To serve you. Women are fucking… disgusting!"
Lucien put his hands behind his head and watched them as their bodies dovetailed together, breasts squishing against each other, hands clutching cheeks. "You still have to kiss," he ordered. "To prove to me you don't like it. And you're not just waiting to grind your cunts on each other's faces again."
They turned to each other with looks of dismay, and here, Lucien could see the beautiful darkness of what he had accomplished. The former against-all-odds purity of their attraction had been twisted into revulsion. When their trembling lips pressed together, they moaned… but out of disgust, not pleasure. "Come on, you cunt-licking pieces of shit. Now."
What followed was obscene in its disgracefulness. They pressed their mouths together wetly and artlessly, swapping the spit they'd been slathering all over his cock. The kiss was an ugly act of revulsion, there was no trace of their former affection. They had been 'corrected' to the extent that any lesbian activity was stomach turning to them. Revolted breaths seeped from their mouths.
"That's it, dyke," Lucien said. "Suck her tongue. Remember what a worthless piece of shit you were, sucking pussy." They ran their hands over each other, groping. Ellie was fellating Dina's tongue, hating every moment… and then the true result of her months of corrective rape came into play. Her eyes went wide. Her belly hitched and her hand pressed against her stomach-
"Bleaaaaaaaaarrrrrgh!" Ellie croaked, and a solid jet of vomit blasted from her mouth, blasting all over Dina's face and covering her features in a mask of lumpy, greyish-white gruel. Their knees buckled and they sunk to the floor, with Ellie's hands on Dina's shoulders - the dark-haired girl was taking the blast of revulsion-puke to the face with the same submissive, self-hating acquiescence as when she'd swallow cum or get fucked.
"I'm sorry… dykes are just so… fucking… disgusting!" Ellie croaked, and her belly hitched again and her cheeks puffed out. "Bluaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggkkk!" Another huge column of oatmeal-thick whiite vomit, her breakfast mixed with all the semen she'd sucked from his cock that morning, obliterated Dina's features. Long ropes of saliva and throat-gunk hung from her mouth like shoelaces as she breathed hard, gasping.
Dina's body shuddered as she wept beneath the mask of vomit. "I… deserved it…" she shuddered. "I'm sorry… for being such a cunt-licker, God! I'm so disgusting… I made her sick!"
Ellie wiped her mouth and then knee-walked over to Lucien's leg, clutching at it. She had a face that had been through hardship - the split eyebrow, the subtle broken and reset nose - but in that moment she looked like nothing so much as a desperate, submissive slave girl. "I'm sorry, God," she moaned, her eyes welling with more tears. "I hate who I was. I hate dykes. I just want to be raped by you." She kissed his cockshaft. "Every woman should be raped by you."
He reached out to grab her hair, but gently. "You like that better, don't you?" he asked. And she gave an infantile smile, and nodded. He lifted her head and she stood before him, in between his thighs. She had a tattoo on her forearm - covering up a chemical burn and a particularly nasty bite mark - but there was one other, newer tattoo that her old, long-dead allies would scarcely have recognized. A set of four vertical hash marks near her hip bone, all in a row. Lucien reached out a finger to poke it.
Immediately, she shuddered and went knock-kneed. Her tight little pussy was quivering, and she blushed deeply. "This is better than being a dyke, isn't it?" Lucien prompted. And, as she'd been taught, she nodded again, with that same childlike smile.
"What is? Tell me." he went on.
"Being… raped by you." Her thin tummy, flat and with fading bruises here and there, fluttered above her sparse pubic hair. "And… being fucked up by your cock."
"Did it turn you on to puke on the face of your dyke friend?"
She blushed. "Yes," she admitted. "Dykes deserve rape." His hand finger-walked across her belly and down toward her pussy. As soon as he touched her labia, Ellie moaned and hissed out in pleasure. Her body, conditioned by nearly two years of being his slave, was attuned to his touch, his attention, and his abuse. "I… want to see you rape… all the fucking rug-munchers, and cunt-lickers."
"I bet none of your faggot friends ever expected you to get pregnant, did they?" Lucien said, rubbing a hand over her pelvis. She blushed even more and shook her head. He could feel the heat coming off of her needy cunt. Being abused by him was filling the dark void inside her.
"No," she whispered.
"But you have, haven't you?" Lucien went on, his voice dark and deep. His thumb ran over the tattoo of four hash marks. She shuddered, pressed her belly into his hand.
"Y-yes," she choked out. Her cunt was wet.
"And what happened?" he asked. Dina was crawling toward them on all fours, not daring to stand up. She would not dare to wipe her face until he allowed it. Ellie didn't even see her, her attention was totally focused on him, as is hypnotized. And as she spoke, pleasure ran through her body like an electric current.
"You… fucked me. You made me have an abortion with your big dick." She exhaled and shuddered, remembering each time he'd raped her within an inch of her life, rendering the unborn child inside her non-viable with the brutal force of his violation. He sunk two fingers into her pussy and her eyes went wide. Juices slid down the inside of her thighs.
"That's right, cunt," he growled. Grabbing a blanket from the armrest of the chair, he threw it in Dina's face. "Wipe yourself off, you jew piece of shit. If I get burned by that vomit I'm going to be really angry."
"Yes, God," she responded instantly.
He rose from his chair and stood next to the trembling Ellie, his powerful body dwarfing her slender one. Her haunted eyes were full of excitement and hope that her constant, yawning void for meaning would be filled. This quality was what had attracted Lucien to her and her friends - if they could be called that - the complete self-loathing. She was a vessel, devoid of self-worth, tortured by memories and misdeeds… willing to crawl in the dirt, lower than a worm, to please any father-figure. It made his job easy.
His hand grasped her hair. "You're a piece of shit," he said, and spat in her face. The foamy expectorate glistened around her freckles. "I'm going to fuck your throat now."
Ellie started to blubber yes, thank you God and he struck her in the face, open hand, turning her head, drawing a squeal. He hit her again, and again, and again, holding her hair to prevent her head from flying away, and each blow drew a response that was a mix of pain and sick pleasure. His cock, rising in a gentle parabola from his muscled pelvis, loomed enormous next to her head. He mashed the head against her lips; there was blood from the corner of her mouth from his open-handed blows. He wrenched her jaws open with his sheer girth and sent himself barreling down her throat without any care for her well-being or pleasure. She tried to brace her skinny arms against his thighs and utterly failed in preventing the full force of his fuck-pipe from burrowing to the hilt in her windpipe.
"Gllrrrruuuuuuurk!" she gagged, as spittle slid from her mouth and nose and her eyelids fluttered.
"Here you go, dyke. Here you go, cunt. Here it is for you. Here's the meaning you're searching for." He raised a hand and brought a donkey punch down on the back of her skull; the sound was like two coconuts being knocked together. Dina was watching, wiping her face, unable to take her eyes away - and yet there was no trace of worry or dismay at Ellie's predicament. She hated other women as much as she hated herself; that had been the first thing Lucien had taught them both.
"Yes," Dina breathed. "Thump her skull. Skull-fuck her." Her depravity was such that she didn't even care if Ellie died; choking to death on cock or worse - that, she hoped, would only mean having more of Lucien's rape and abuse to herself. A faint memory flashed in her mind - she and Ellie canoodling in Eugene's growhouse, the first of many encounters. They had looked into each other's eyes, and…
"Glurk! GLUARK! GLURK! GLUAAAAAAARK! HUUUUURK! HUUUUK! HUUNNNNGGGK!" Lucien was holding Ellie's copper hair in a bunch around her skull, clamping down on it like a melon, the strands poking out around his knuckles. There was no other word for it but throat rape - only that violative, transgressive word was sufficient to explain the dehumanizing skull fuck that was occuring. She was so slender, so petite, and he was so big. His cock was stretching her jaw open. He was rapping his knuckles off her head every few strokes. As he thrust his hip and fucked his foot-long godhood deep into her neck, her face was rammed into his pubis over and over again. Spittle flew and long strands of throat gunk splattered down. Ellie's arms hung limp, her fingertips lifelessly dragging the floor.
Dina began to finger herself desperately. Lucien looked over at her, his canine teeth seeming sharp and predatory. "Get over here, cunt," he ordered. "Get your tongue up my ass while I skull-snuff your little girlfriend!"
"Yes, God," Dina moaned, and crawled pathetically into position. Lucien bent slightly and she caressed her hands over his muscled, powerful ass. His asshole was right in her face as he continued to throttle Ellie with his cock, and she looked at it with a sensual, needy, hungry expression. She now felt affection and lust for the asshole of her abuser and rapist than she ever had for her former lover. Dina extended her tongue and began to lick wetly around Lucien's hole, licking his rim, savoring every bit of musk and sweat.
"Eat my shit you fucking kike ," Lucien growled. "Get your fucking tongue up there, you hook-nosed, rat-faced whore. Get my cock extra-hard so I can see the light go out of your little girlfriend's eyes. This turns you on, doesn't it? Getting me hard so I can rape this cunt?"
"Nnngh, yes!" Dina moaned, and she began to kiss and suck at Lucien's anus with renewed vigor. Her eyes were dull and desperate with the knowledge that this was all she deserved and all she would ever receive for the rest of her life. Though the act at issue was degrading, she relished it, wanting to do whatever it would take to please her God and her abuser. "I want to… clean your asshole… and you hard… so you'll fucking… rape me after!"
"What do you want?" Lucien spat. He knew the answer.
"I want… my womb… to be as barren… as my soul!" Dina groaned, spraying breaths all over his asshole while he continued to hold Ellie's head like a cantaloupe and throat-rape her up and down his shaft. Dina's thighs trembled as she nearly doubled over in climax from the utter depravity of her situation - such extremes were the only forms of affection and connection she understood. "I want you… to rip apart my cunt with your big, nasty, foot-long kike-snuffer ! Until I can never have kids… until I can only have abortions… for the rest… nnngh of my liiiiiiiife!"
Lucien snarled and pulled Ellie's head off of his cock as Dina had a masochist shame-gasm, her tongue slurping the walls of his bowels eagerly as her pussy spasmed. Ellie was barely conscious, and when he looked in her eyes, he saw exactly what he was looking for - utter and complete soul death . The once energetic and stubborn girl had endured so much trauma, and subjected herself to so much self-loathing, that she was nothing but an empty shell. Her eyes were open, but they were blank. His cum and her throat-slime spilled from her mouth as if from the lips of an invalid.
"Take it… you throat-fucked… raped… worthless piece of used-up shit!" he seethed, and jerked his throat-slick cock directly in front of her face before dehumanizing her with a burst of his thick semen. He painted her slack face and forehead, her mouth, her cheeks, and then pressed his spurting prick helmet against her eye and buried first one eyeball and then the other in his chunky, burning wad. Ellie's body was as limp as a rag doll, she began to cum, shuddering with seizure as she was degraded like the feral animal girl she'd become - it was the only way she could cum. Her bladder let go and she squirted ingloriously all over the floor.
And when he'd shot what seemed like ten ropes of semen into Ellie's face, Lucien reached behind himself and took hold of Dina's hair, dragging her roughly around front, slapping his cock all over her dazed face as he emptied the last dregs of his load over her olive-skinned features. She had hairs from the rim of his ass plastered against her mouth in crinkly squiggles, looking as dead-eyed and used as her former friend.
When it was over, Lucien's chest was heaving with his harsh breaths. He stood over them like a god or an idol, looking down at his handiwork. In just eighteen months, he'd managed to reduce these strong-willed females into nothing but rape-sleeves. They had fought him at first, separately and together, only to be defeated at every turn. And after each defeat, each punishment, each beating and each rape, they had slowly started to accept that this was their new way of life. At first he had kept them in cages. Now, he let them roam free, knowing that even if their bodies weren't cages, their souls were his. They would always come back, like moths to the flame, wanting to be burned up by his fire.
"Come on," he said. Ellie didn't respond. She was barely conscious, looking dazed, bleeding from her lips and nose - his brutal face-fuck had broken her septum and she was rapidly on her way to having two black eyes. His harsh donkey punches had rattled her skull. He took a handful of her hair and started to drag her body along the floor, with Dina following behind. "I think it's time you had your reward."
He dragged her toward one of the cabin's two bedrooms. He shouldered the door open, revealing the third of his slaves - who had once been called 'Abby'. He referred to her now as Ugly, Gorilla, Freak, Mongo, or Retard. She was chained to one of two dirty mattresses, naked, with her muscles making her more of a physical presence than the other two.
"We're here, freak," Lucien greeted her, dragging Ellie into the room and tossing her limp body onto the second filthy mattress as if she were no more than a piece of luggage. "Have you been grinding your oversized clit on the bedpost again, you disgusting tranny? It's time for your daily beating. But first - I guess you need a meal, don't you?" Abby had been gagged as well as bound, he reached out to pull the dirty rag from her mouth.
She squirmed excitedly. Her hands were cuffed together and chained to the headboard of the dirty bed; she had little to do but exercise and try to rub her pussy on whatever parts of the bed-frame she could reach. Of the three girls, Lucien treated her the worst, subjecting her body to regular beatings that left her covered with bruises. Over time, after accepting the reality that she could never defeat him or escape, she'd come to see these visits as expressions of love.
Standing by the side of the bed, he produced his hanging, now-flaccid cock. "Here you go," he said. "Come get your dinner."
Abby moaned with excitement upon seeing her feeding tube, and immediately opened her mouth. Lucien groaned with release as he proceeded to feed her a stomachful of steaming, foaming, acrid piss from his fuck-spigot, making her gulp over and over again to avoid drowning. His cum and piss were all she was allowed to consume, plus whatever leftovers she could pull out of the trash during the few hours a day she wasn't tied to her 'Beating Place'. She had once been formidable, but now was little more than a cowed, submissive zoo animal.
Once the feeding was done, she looked up at him eagerly, licking her lips. "Are you going to throw up because I'm so disgusting, God?" she asked. "I'm sorry I'm such an ugly piece of shit who looks like a man. Please, beat me for it. Beat me extra hard today." Her slate gray eyes were eager for his abuse. Lucien smiled his wolf smile and moved to the closet with its dilapidated door, opening it.
"I found these," he said, rummaging around as he leaned in. "And I've sensed in your minds… that they might make for a very special lesson." There was a familiar clatter. Abby's eyes perked up, and even Ellie, who had been nearly comatose, was struck with a recognition. When Lucien turned and emerged, he displayed what he'd found -
…a set of golf clubs.
He drew a two-iron from the bag with a metallic swish, examining it absently, watching the light sheen off the metal clubhead. Ellie and Abby both responded with wide eyes - the memory was still deep inside them, even if they couldn't quite conjure it, their minds were subconsciously making connections.
"Turn over, Abby," Lucien ordered. "You ugly whore. You sick freak. Display your disgusting ass and your fucked-up back so I can beat you like you deserve."
She did as he said, twisting her cuffs and body to turn over, knees on the mattress, wrists on the headboard, showing off her buttocks, her asshole, her back, her cunt. The muscle that had once been her trademark was still present, even if her face was more gaunt. Her ragged braid trailed down the center of her back.
Lucien raised the two-iron and brought it down on her thick, muscled ass. WHOCK! She groaned… and her face twisted up in pleasure. Lucien looked over at Ellie - her haunted eyes were following the movement of the clubhead. He raised his arms again.
WHOCK! "How do you like that, freak?" WHOCK! WHUMP! Red welts raised up as Abby's firm, thick ass bounced. Lucien held the club out and nudged the silver face against her protruding clut, which was the size of a thumb. "Look at this disgusting bitch-dick! Did your faggot boyfriend suck on that, you ugly retard?"
"I'm… sorry!" Abby groaned, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. "I'm sorry I'm such a freeaaak!"
WHOCK! WUMP! WHOCK! WUMP! WHOCK! Lucien continued to club her ass and back, leaving them bruised and marked. He looked back to the bag, choosing a driver that still had a fuzzy cover on the end, pulling it out. "I'm going to need some distance for this," he remarked, and then reached out and swung it up from underneath her crotch, sending the covered driver-head directly up against her clit, mashing it into her pubic bone.
"Uwaaaaaaaaaannngh!" Abby groaned. And again. And again. And as he raised and lowered this new club, Ellie's eyes remained fixated on the two-iron. There was a memory there that her slave-fucked mind was unwrapping.
Only after beating Abby for nearly fifteen minutes did he relent. She was a bruised, shuddering mess, having had squirting orgasms several times from the abuse. Lucien walked over to Ellie, two-iron in hand, and held out the gleaming silver club to her. Her desperate, dark-ringed eyes met his… and then, after a moment, a look came on her face that was almost serene.
"Take it," he said. She reached out and did so, holding the club head in front of her face. And then, Lucien said: "You know what to do."
She did. Tears ran from her eyes as she looked up at him in utter submission. "Thank you, God," she said, her voice a papery whisper. "Thank you for giving my life meaning." She opened her mouth as she began to suck the clubhead, worshipfully licking and fellating it as if it were a cock. This object, talismanic in some way, represented the final truth about her existence - that the yawning void inside her that she'd tried to fill with violence and revenge… had been filled.
All Ellie wanted to be raped and abused by Lucien, every day, for the rest of her life.
Lucien grabbed Dina by the hair and threw her onto the bed beside Abby. He took his cock, hard again from Ellie's absolute soul-rape, and slammed it up Dina's unlubricated asshole, tearing up her bowels. He would alternate between the two bed-bound girls, destroying their anuses, as the sun went down.
Ellie watched, looking deliriously happy and content as she took the golf club and rammed it into her pussy, head-first, not caring about the bulge it made in her skinny belly, only wanting to be ruined. She cried out with the first of many orgasms as it battered past her cervix and into her womb, cumming to the feeling of her guts being rearranged and her life-giving womb rendered barren as the flanged metal stretched her oviducts into uselessness.
Her life had meaning. She was a rape doll. And she was glad.
"Wake up, Chloe."
It was a voice she recognized - one that had been in her dreams (and nightmares) for years. As Chloe Price stirred, stretching her gangly limbs, she found herself in a strange and uncomfortable position with one hip pressed against a cold, hard surface. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and looked up, expecting to see her former friend Rachel Amber. She was awake… but not awake enough to realize, as she so often had, that the voice was nothing more than the echo of a semi-lucid dream.
Dozens of times she'd chased that voice, hoping for reconciliation and closure, asking why Rachel had disappeared and abandoned her. Every time, she'd slowly come to the realization that she was not running, she was not crying out - the movement of her legs and arms was only the struggling against tangled bedsheets, the voice was only the groaning incoherence of morning. This time, some part of her knew, would be no different.
Except it was.
The down comforter was gone, replaced by cold tile that pressed painfully against the point of her slim hip. There was a chill against her barely-covered skin. And as she heard noises, and voices, and sounds, it seemed this 'dream' was not fading into lucidity. There was movement nearby. And Rachel's voice. And strange, bright lights that made her see the orange inside her own eyelids.
"Rachel?" Chloe's eyes flew open, and the desperation in her voice was clear.
What she saw was confusing and grotesque. A muscled, powerful man was sitting on a leather couch. He was huge. Dangerous looking. Chloe had become attuned to the vibes of dangerous men; this was beyond anything she'd ever felt. His long black hair made him look like a wolf; the corded muscle on his streamlined predator's body told a tale of competence and quickness and vitality. He was ripped. His abs were cobblestones. His thighs were gnarled tree trunks. His biceps and tendons, steel cables.
Chloe could see every detail… because he was naked.
And Rachel Amber, Chloe's former friend and lover… was on his lap.
Rachel was bouncing up and down. Facing outward, away from his powerful chest, his hands clutching her the shapely, nubile young hips that had attracted no end of male attention in high school. Rachel wore only the red and black flannel shirt she'd favored, unbuttoned and wide open, revealing her breasts and the smoothness of her belly… and the shaved, puffy mound of her cunt.
She was… lifting and dropping her hips. Up and down. And at the nexus of that movement, was the massive, oversexed penis of the black-haired man… so thick and long and virile that it made Chloe sick . It was veined. It was throbbing. The brutal helmet tip seemed like it would turn Rachel's hole inside out as it threatened to emerge at the highest point of her leg-lifting. And the big, fat, sweaty balls were laying grotesquely on the leather surface of the couch, so heavy with maleness that they looked like miniature coconuts. The air seemed to shimmer with the heady heat of their musk.
"Looks… like I'm the one… with the black eye… this time!" Rachel moaned to Chloe, and there was such a sickening sound of churning meat as she dropped her hips down and enwombed the black-haired man's prick that Chloe felt her stomach flutter. It was true that Rachel had a black eye; even darker and more radiant than her trademark smokey eye makeup. "But… I deserved it! Lucien just put me in my place, that's all."
And as Chloe watched, the black-haired man - "Lucien" - raised his powerful fist up to Rachel's throat, then her mouth. The brunette tossed her long hair about as she craned her neck over to press her mouth into his knuckles. Licking them. Planting sucking kisses on them. Performing an act of worshipful oral service on the same hand that had, it seemed, punched her in the face.
"Thank you for thumping my skull for me, God," Rachel purred. "I'm sorry for being such a worthless piece of shit." And as she performed her apology, Lucien gave Chloe such a look of kingly, omnipotent control that she felt her heart jump with fright… and her frame tremble with unwilling submission. His blue eyes seemed sharp enough to cut glass.
This isn't real, Chloe's panicked mind shouted. It's a nightmare. A terrible nightmare.
One could not blame her for thinking so. The scene had the strange abstraction of a nightmare. The walls and surroundings were papered antiseptic white, as a photographer's backdrop or a painter's canvas might be. Camera equipment was everywhere; indeed, the entire debauched spectacle was being recorded.
Amber was not the only other woman present - a second female, totally naked and covered in bruises on her slender back, was lifting one of Lucien's feet and licking wetly at the soles and between his toes, moaning like a sow as she degraded herself. From the hairstyle and pitch of the moans, it could only be the famously snobby Victoria Chase, a student of Blackwell Academy.
The abrasive cry of "Say cheese!" came from Chloe's right - the voice belonged to bespectacled asian student Brooke Scott, her hair tied back in a messy ponytail. Brooke's face was frighteningly rapt with obedience as she directed an expensive telephoto lens back and forth between Chloe's horror-stricken expression and Rachel's brutal violation on the couch, snapping lurid shots.
Looking around, Chloe realized that all over the white walls were still, black and white images of the others being degraded. It was all sickly familiar, a darkroom pulled directly from her own experience. She saw Rachel and Victoria kneeling, eyes fixated on the head of a huge penis. Close-ups of the massive cock girth stretching out the shaved, high-school cunts. Rachel and Victoria with their faces blank, eyes rolling, covered in spit and cum.
"This isn't real," Chloe repeated, aloud this time. She realized she was wearing nothing but small, black panties. Not even a bra. She drew her arms around her breasts, shielding herself. She closed her eyes, shutting the images out. She willed herself to wake up.
But there was nothing. Nothing but the cock-perforated moans of her former friend, her former girlfriend . The one she had presumed dead. Rachel at Chloe, smiling in between gasps and moans as she impaled herself on Lucien's cock. She dropped her hips onto the towering, brutal organ as if she wanted it to hurt her, as if she wanted it to reshape her body. The mortal sounds of her squishing, stretching teenage cunt filled the air of the room, punctuated by the snap of Brooke's lens, which was recording every detail.
"I know what you're thinking, veal," Lucien growled at Chloe, and the sound of his deep and predatory voice made her shudder. "You're remembering about how it used to be, between you and this one. I can see it in your mind." His upper lip curled up, showing canines. He couldn't help himself. He was a hunter across worlds, and had traveled far in search of a continuity with such rich food . But just flesh… but dark, depraved emotion. The gangly, pale creature huddled on the floor was a tangle of self-hatred. And how often, he observed with imperious approval, it was the absence of a male figure that allowed the poisonous fruit of self-immolation to grow.
"No," Chloe blurted. A negation not just of the question but of everything - of images she didn't want to see, and sounds she didn't want to hear. But Lucien spoke the truth… seeing that thick cock, nearly a foot long, splitting the flaps of Rachel's labia, driving into her, making a bulge just above her belly-button, had reminded her of the intimate times they had spent on her bed. Caressing. Confiding. And eventually… with suitable preamble… coupling. She had licked those cunt lips. Had circled around that clit with her tongue. Had listened to gentle moans… not the whorish, breathy gasps that now seemed to be Rachel's only language.
Rachel saw Chloe's fallen expression and spread her thighs even wider. "I remember you eating me out," she half-whispered, grinding her pussy down on Lucien's dick. Her voice was a facsimile of the admiration and tenderness that they had once shared. "But it was nothing compared to this, Chloe. Master brought you here to show you-"
"No!" Chloe burst out, tears welling in her eyes. "You liked it! When we were together-"
"I… nnngh… found something better!" Rachel gasped, her eyelids fluttering as Lucien's cock burrowed up into her womb. "Master taught me… that dykes are only good for amusing men! For licking each other's cunts at sex parties… for threesomes… for satisfying… male fantasies!" She groaned out pathetically again, biting her lip, barely looking human as she rutted and dropped her body onto the cock as hard as she could. It was a revulsion that Lucien had carefully cultivated in her; capturing and conditioning Rachel with nonstop, endless rape and abuse until her body and mind had twisted into whatever shape he wished. Now, she saw her prior lesbianism as a betrayal of a woman's real duty - serving hung, abusive alpha studs.
"No!" Chloe repeated, unable to accept what Rachel was saying. "They drugged you, did something to you-"
Lucien sighed as if bored. He had known the skinny, self-hating one would resist at first; it was all going according to plan. Still, there was no harm in speeding things along a bit. "Bring her closer, chink," he ordered, gesturing toward Brooke with one mighty arm. "Prove that your subhuman race of massage parlor prostitutes and rice farmers is useful for something!"
"Yes, God!" Brooke swooned at the slur and instantly complied, abandoning her camera to take Chloe roughly by the arm, shoving and dragging her close to the couch. Chloe struggled and slapped Brooke away, but not before she'd been roughly handled to only a foot's distance from the sofa cushions. Close enough to reach out and touch Lucian's fat balls, if that was what she'd had in mind. The look on Brooke's face was almost worse than the dragging - a look of rapt, euphoric obedience to Lucien's voice, as if Brooke was obeying not a flesh-and-blood male, but a deity.
Chloe, with a wounded look on her face, couldn't help but see Rachel's pussy as Lucien began to slowly lift and drop her tight, trim body on the jutting, pulsating length. The sound was absolutely sickening to her - squelch, slrrrrch, slrrrrk - as she heard her former lover's shaved cunt suck on that meat, and her insides rearrange around it.
"This is… so much better than sucking pussy," Rachel breathed, punctuating her words with the breaths that Lucien's brutal pipe was punching out of her lungs with each drop. "I want you to join us… Chloe. Join us, and serve Master." She cried out as Lucien's cock drilled particularly deep; and her face was a mix of pain and pleasure that was frightening. "Look!" she went on, staring down at her own cunt mound. "The place you used to plant those soft… nnngh… kisses… ah! Has been… torn open by Master's cock! And it feels… better than anything!" Her back arched, and Chloe saw with horror and disgust that Rachel was actually on the verge of orgasm. "Tongues… could never… do this!"
The unkindest part was that she was still beautiful to Chloe in spite of the obscenity of her conversion - the lithe, teenage body that was model-quality, the flowing brown hair, the perky breasts, the full lips, the intense eyes ringed with dark makeup. Chloe, who hadn't seen her in years, who had pined for her every night, realized the sick truth that she still wanted Rachel, even as she was forced to kneel and watch her get fucked.
Suddenly Chloe felt hands in the crooked of her elbows and hands in her hair. Brooke and Victoria, with their blank, bruised faces. Victoria was smiling through a split lip. Brooke had handprints on her collarbone and neck. Yet both of them seemed blissfully happy. They controlled Chloe's head and forced her face closer to Rachel's pussy, where Lucien's cock was sliding wetly inside at an increasing pace, just above his huge, musky balls.
"Master wants you to watch how he rapes the dyke out of dumb whores like us," Victoria said, and it was uncanny how haughty she sounded, in spite of being covered in bruises from choking and spankings. "All women should do their best to serve Master."
"Nooo!" Chloe cried, as the scent and image of maleness began to dominate her face. She was taller than the other two, but thin; they had no trouble controlling her and holding her in place. If anything, their strength seemed unnatural, as if being the servant of this massive, abusive male conferred some sort of gift. And so Chloe's gasping, squinting face was held just an inch from Rachel's cock-fucked slit as a ciimax was reached.
"Thank you… Master!!" Rachel wailed, hoarsely. "I'll… be a good slave… and bring you dykes to rape!" She was addressing Lucien, as if Chloe wasn't even there, when once upon a time each had been the entire preoccupation of the other. As her words turned into a growling wail, her body surged upward as Lucien hilted his huge, cunt-churning cock. Rachel squirted helplessly, spraying all over Chloe's face, splattering it as her former friend was held helplessly in place. The sheer volume of squirt was impressive, as if it were the physical manifestation of Lucien's cock was driving the lesbianism from her body.
Chloe shuddered with utter humiliation at her former lesbian lover hosing her down with a squirting orgasm. She coughed and sputtered at the hot liquid spraying against her lips and mouth in a constant stream; and then, as it abated, she was held in place and forced to watch as Lucien's big balls hitched and his prominent urethra flexed. There was a liquid, sludgey sound, and Chloe couldn't escape the truth that a huge amount of nasty, thick semen was being poured into Rachel's cunt, claiming it, coating it, filling it with dyke-erasing maleness . After a few seconds, the gooey, chowdery whiteness began to slop back out indecently and pour down over Lucien's balls.
Lucien grunted and shoved Rachel off of his lap and onto Chloe; they tumbled down together in a tangle of limbs as Lucien's cock slid out of Rachel's soaking slit like a sword from its scabbard, bouncing and bobbing in thick, virile half-hardness. The veiny shaft was absolutely coated in young cunt-honey.
On either side, Victoria and Brooke were licking their lips. "Master produces so much thick, impregnating semen," purred Victoria. "Please, let me be your number one ball-sucking bitch, Master. My high-schooler mouth is made to suck the balls of powerful men." Absurdly, even in the depths of her submissiveness, Victoria had the inclination to chase status.
"Me too!" Brooke mewled. "Please let me suck your balls and clean your cock, Master!"
"Shut up, chink," Lucien scolded viciously. "Your job is to take photographs. Or should I beat your retarded mongoloid face until your slant eyes close up even further?"
Brooke swooned again, clutching her hands to her modest chest as if she were taking in the abuse and giving it a big hug. "Master always treats me like garbage," she confided to Chloe, who was looking up helplessly from her back. "Taking abuse from men is the only thing ching-chongs like me are good for." And then she crawled pathetically back over to the camera, resuming her duty.
Chloe, breathing hard from struggling against the restraining arms of the other girls, now looked up from the floor to see Rachel's face fill her vision. The smokey eyes, the beautiful brown hair, hanging down, brushing her cheeks. It was just as it had been those nights in her bedroom. The warmth of her body was no illusion, no dream. And there was a strange tenderness in her expression that gave Chloe hope. "We can still be together," Rachel whispered. "We'll both belong to Master. Together."
She leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Chloe's lips, and in spite of everything, Chloe felt her body respond. This was a kiss she'd been craving, chasing, every moment of every day since Rachel's disappearance. She enjoyed it as long as she could. Even the sound of Victoria sloppily sucking on Lucien's balls couldn't ruin it. And when it broke, and they were staring at each other again, Rachel on top, Chloe beneath, the blue-haired rocker-girl dared to whisper: "Let's escape together."
Rachel blinked and looked at her. The sound of ball sucking got louder. Brooke was snapping photos as Victoria prostrated herself on all fours, arching her back, thrusting out her heart-shaped teen hips, sucking the sperm off of those fat orbs like a pig . Lucien was distracted, Chloe believed, and so she repeated her offer. "This isn't you!" Chloe whispered, hoarsely. "You're under his control. We can leave together-"
Then, she heard the heavy sound of feet on the floor… and the darkness of a shadow fell over them. Rachel shook her head sadly, looking down into Chloe's face. "You shouldn't have said that, Chloe," she whispered, ominously.
The shadow darkened. Lucien, looming above and looking down, burst out with deep, dark laughter. He had a hold of Victoria's short hair in one fist, and was dragging her limp form with him, manhandling her as if she was no more than a doll. "You will need to learn your place," he growled.
"Run!" Chloe cried, and she scrambled out from beneath Rachel. Wanting to get away, wanting to take her former lover away, wanting to find safe haven. And for a sweet moment she tasted freedom, reaching her feet, grasping Rachel's wrist, pulling her up and after…
…until all momentum was stopped. Chloe looked back to see that Rachel, who she had tried to help… was holding her wrist tight with two hands, bare bottom panted firmly on the floor, preventing her escape. And Rachel's face had twisted from one of gentle indulgence to something vicious.
"You stupid dyke," she spat. "You ugly, skinny cunt-licker. Nobody escapes from Master." And she held fast as Lucien took two great strides and made escape impossible by grabbing Chloe's head. His huge palm gripped it like a melon, then took a fistful of her hair. It was strength like she'd never felt. He dragged her back and to the foot of the couch like a caveman with an unconscious prize. And Rachel laughed a laugh that was deep and dark and satisfied.
"I was faking the whole time," Rachel confided viciously, speaking directly into Chloe's ear as Lucien held her head motionless. "My only goal was to soften you up for Master. To form an attachment with you so I could give him to you. I hate ugly, man-hating muff-divers like you. I love it when dykes get raped and made to realize they're only good for serving men."
Chloe groaned and tried to pull away, but it was no use. The so-called 'dangerous' men she'd encountered were nothing compared to Lucien. She yanked her head with all her might but his arm didn't budge an inch. It was terrifying, dominating strength. The strength of a sovereign. Strength that was a throwback to primordial kingdoms where rule was done by might and emperors raped and fucked as many women as they wanted. She whimpered pathetically in defeat.
"Look at this, you brain-damaged cunt," Lucien rumbled, glowering down at her. His fat, hanging, cunt-lubed fuckmeat was right in her face . "Say hello to the cock that will rule your existence for the rest of your miserable life. Soon, you will know an existence of service, where your value will be equal to whatever sickening acts of depravity you can perform to make my dick hard. Your own worthlessness will be the only thing that matters."
Chloe burst into frustrated sobs, and Rachel laughed and leaned in, licking the tears from her cheeks in a sad imitation of their former intimacy. Brooke snapped pictures that made the wet rivulets reflect on her pale skin. Lucien firmed up his grip on Chloe's hair and angled his enormous cocktip at her mouth.
Chloe looked at the organ with real fear. It was massive. So much bigger and thicker than anything she could have ever imagined. It seemed to snuff out her sapphic nature just with its very presence. The pisshole was big enough for her to poke the tip of her tongue into. It stank of musk and cum and pussy. The veins throbbed with vitality. Nearly a foot long, thicker than her arm. Two fat, heavy balls swaying below and slick with the worshipful spit of concubines. A god cock . A rape blade . The living, pulsating nightmare of her androphobia.
"P-please," she blubbered. "It's too big… I've never-"
GLLLRRCH!
It was the first sound of a life that would never be the same. Lucien pressed his cock into her mouth with brutal force, caring not at all about her well-being, only sending his curved, violating sex scimitar as deep as it could go in her mouth and throat. He gripped her head with two hands now, pressing on both sides, using his powerful hips to drill his pipe as deep as he pleased.
Chloe gagged and gurgled as her jaw clicked from the pressure, and her fair-skinned face immediately started to turn red. She pressed her palms against Lucien's hips with all her might, but could do nothing to stop him when he started to drag her head up and down the length of his cock, drawing wet gurgles with each insertion. She was being handled as if she was an inanimate object, or a doll - nothing more than a wet, tight throat.
Rachel purred as she pressed her cheek against Lucien's muscled, powerful hip, gripping his leg with a submissive, twisted love. "It's so hot watching you skull-fuck this stupid whore with your big, fat dyke-snuffer ," she praised. "I love bringing you whores to rape… it makes me so wet, watching you fuck them up!" She began to finger her well-fucked slit, rubbing the leaking cum on her puffy teen cunt mound, her eyes wide and hungry to take in Chloe's humiliation.
Lucien lifted one hand and rapped his knuckles on Chloe's forehead, producing a sound like two coconuts clacked together. Chloe immediately saw stars, which combined with her lack of oxygen made her even more helpless. "Stupid cunt," Lucien grunted, dragging her skull up and down his brutal throat wrecker as he scraped the dyke out of her windpipe and replaced it with a male-worshing, self-hating void. "Ugly, flat-chested whore. From now on you'll beg to suck the rape out of my cock. The only cunt-licking you do will be to drink my sperm from the slits of other whores." CLONK! His knuckles rapped her head again. And again. And again. CLONK! CLONK! CLONK! Chloe's eyes went wide and became unfocused as her neck bulged with cock and her brains were scrambled.
Lucien spat in her face as he brutalized her throat, producing gagging, heaving noises and raining down short, degrading donkey punches. "Take a look at your former lover, cunt," he taunted. "She's so disgusted by you that she'd rather lick the sweat from my asshole than ever be with you again." At hearing this, Chloe gave an anguished, cock-choked groan as she watched Rachel nuzzle against Lucien's fist.
"May I, God?" Rachel purred, looking up at him. "Please, let me clean your asshole like the stupid whore I am!"
Lucien nodded, and Rachel knee walked behind him, pressed her hands against his muscled cheeks, and spread them as best she could, burying her face between. She did not hesitate or act shy; rather, she pressed her mouth against Lucien's anus and started to lick and suck it lewdly, more wantonly than she'd ever kissed Chloe in their intimate moments. Lucien, clearly pleased, hissed with pleasure as Rachel serviced him, then addressed Chloe again.
"See that?" he taunted. "Your precious lover is nothing but an ass-licking, shit-eating toilet whore. Nnngh! She's slurping out my bowels with the same tongue you used grind your cunt on, dyke!" WHOCK! His knuckles landed on the top of Chloe's head again, and he spat in her face a second time, leaving his froth on her features as pre-cum and throat gunk was leaking out of her nose. "Think about that while I use your throat as a cunt. That she'd rather get beaten and raped by a man than ever share a tender, loving moment with you again!"
Chloe's arms jostled bonelessly against her sides as Lucien torqued his pulsating, sperm-leaking tool as deep into her throat as it would go. Her face began to make wet smacking sounds against his pelvis; these joined the chorus or retching, gagging noises being summoned out of her tall, model-thin body. Her face was plastered with spit and the bubbly throat-gunk that was a byproduct of vicious, relentless oral rape.
Lucien hissed in satisfaction as his face-fucking picked up speed. "Your whore friend happily sucking my shithole," he grunted. "She's the most useful of my toys; she promised to lead me to a damaged dyke I could break, and here you are!" He rammed Chloe's face into his pelvis and held it there while his throbbing fuck-spigot leaked jizz down her spasming, gasping throat. "Ah… there's nothing like skull-fucking a teenage cunt-licker! Feeling your childish coming-of-age experimentation fade, feeling your body discover its true purpose!"
Chloe shuddered into a seizure at the violation, and her eyes rolled back into her head as Lucien's brutal, arm-thick pipe jammed her throat. Her chest heaved with the loudest sound yet: "HUUUUUUUUUAAAAARRRRRKKK!", and she helplessly exploded all over Lucien's cock, balls and midsection with a spray of chunky, yellowish white vomit - the combination of sperm, throat slime, and the dregs of her last meager, anorexic meal. At the same time, she sprayed the ground with a pathetic stream of trauma-fueled piss.
Lucien reveled in the utter depravity; even this sudden burst of slick warmth had been exactly as he expected; every one of the other whores - Brooke, Victoria and Rachel - were already used to such treatment. He'd throat-fucked each one of them until they puked like pigs; until their faces were bruised and coated with scum and their makeup was running down in black tears. And in each case the self-hate and degradation had fueled his otherworldly, predatory soul. But this latest acquisition, with her abandonment issues and rebel spirit, promised the greatest bounty yet. He had intended to dispose of Rachel after fucking her out, but it seemed the brunette wasn't totally useless - her flirtatious nature meant she was connected to all manner of young, vulnerable rape-meat.
Still, he held Chloe's head in place; the seizure-like shaking of her frail body was having the desired effect on his cock. Lucien seethed an orgasm through clenched teeth while feeling the massaging confines of Chloe's gagging, retching, defeated body. "Now… you'll learn… what it feels like to be a man's cum toilet!" he growled, his fists buried in her dyed, punky blue hair. There was a thick, spurting sound as he began to hose hot, thick bursts of sperm straight into her retching stomach.
The sound Chloe made was hard to describe. It was an agonizing gurgle of defeat; the wounded sound of dying sapphic love being trampled under pure maleness. She slumped down, totally limp, as Lucien held her up by the hair and unloaded into her guts, piling rope upon rope of nasty sperm in her stomach, filling it to the brim, making the overflow burble down her chin and out of her nose.
"Stupid twat," he spat. "Worthless rape ditch!" He held his cock deep inside her for nearly a minute, then pulled out and took aim with the final bursts of his emission, grinding his huge, pulsing prick tip up under her eyelids and pumping chunky spew all over eyeballs, pumping fat ropes over her forehead, into her hair, plastering a face that was already slack with the extremity of her throat rape, adding to the waterfall of sperm, throat-gunk and puke that was already sliding down between Chloe's pert breasts, all the way to her trimmed, puffy young cunt.
Only after her face was a cum-coated run did he release her. Chloe slumped down like a broken marionette whose strings had been cut. Her nose was bent at an odd angle, as if the brutal face-fuck had fractured it. She did not stir, nor open her eyes - only stayed in a heap, drawing weak, gasping breaths as she tried to make up for the oxygen that had been denied her during her ordeal.
The next touch she felt was not more abuse, however - it was the comforting hand of Rachel Amber, who had crawled around Lucien's legs to kneel next to her former lesbian lover, rubbing her shoulder gently and lifting her chin.
"Chloe."
No response. The camera lens whirred; the sound of Victoria licking and sucking Lucien's balls was the only other noise in the room.
"Chloe," Rachel repeated. She tilted Chloe's chin up again, and this time, Chloe did open her eyes - and saw a look of gentle indulgence that echoed their prior coupling so acutely, it hurt to see. "Chloe… we can be together again."
Chloe only gave a dazed look of incomprehension. Rachel moved her face closer. Both of them had Lucien's pubic hairs stuck to their mouths; Rachel from licking his ass, Chloe from choking on his cock. Rachel had a black eye, Chloe's nose was at an odd angle. And yet they wore their damage beautifully, such that it was an alluring scene to see Rachel press her mouth against Chloe's and share a deep kiss, swapping sweat, sperm and stray hairs between their pert young lips.
The kiss lasted a good while, and when it finally broke, Rachel held Chloe's tall, thin form close to her chest, embracing her as she once had. "We'll be slaves together," she whispered in her ear. "Serving cock. Putting on lesbian shows to get men hard… then bending over so they can rape our cunts." She held Chloe's hands on her lap and stared into her unblinking, catatonic eyes. "The beatings… the abuse… we'll do it all together. We'll be Master's best whores. We'll… score more young dykes for him. High-school girls like us, who are curious-"
She slid her fingers down to Chloe's panties, which were soaked through with a variety of fluids. As she once had, she tucked two digits inside… and for the first time, Chloe's dazed state seemed to sharpen, and she looked at Rachel with a startled, open-mouthed expression. "Think of how hot it will be to watch Master brutalize those little dykes," Rachel went on. "Now that he's corrected you… corrected us… now that he's snuffed the will out of our stupid female brains, we can stay here together… sucking and fucking his huge cock… getting beaten and raped every night…"
Her fingers started to work faster, and Chloe's body was responding . Her pelvis was surging upward into Rachel's well-practiced fingers, those wandering digits that so effortlessly seemed to find her G-spot and make her quiver. There was and endless eternity of subhuman sex slavery in the future for both of them… but it would mean they could be together. Her body, betraying her, was giving in to this temptation. To feel Rachel's touch would make everything alright…
Lucien loomed over them, arms crossed, looking down with approval. Rachel leaned in for another kiss, intending to turn it into a makeout session, to sixty-nine right there on the floor like the degraded pig whores they were, slurping cunt, reigniting their relationship in the most degrading way possible, as a cruel masquerade meant only to make male cocks hard enough to rape. All seemed to be proceeding according to plan…
…until Chloe abruptly gave Rachel a shove!
The brunette tumbled off to the floor, wiping her mouth with the back of one wrist as she recovered, her face full of surprise.
"No!" Chloe rasped, through her cum-splattered lips. "I won't break. I won't!"
Victoria and Brooke both gasped. The former had broken almost immediately after her first throat-fuck, blubbering with promises to deliver her classmates to the foot of Lucien;s bed and spread their nubile teen cunts. Brooke had melted into a submissive puddle after hours of brutal, racially-charged rape, and now saw all Asian women as chattel, fodder for the cocks of superior men. But Chloe, somehow, had found some defiance, even after Rachel's betrayal and manipulation, even after all the abuse.
Rachel's hands became claws; her face contorted into a terrifying, angry scream. "You stupid cunt! " she screeched. Her rape-slave mind not conceive of a world where anyone would disobey Lucien or refuse the gift of his abuse. Yet Lucien was unperturbed, when it looked like Rachel would pounce on Chloe, he held up a hand that stopped her instantly.
In spite of her defiance, the corner of his mouth curled up into a grin. "Very good, veal," his deep voice rumbled. "To one of my kind… the more resilient the soul… the greater the feast."
"I won't," Chloe croaked. "I don't care what you do to me. I won't break."
Lucien said nothing. Did nothing. Only looked at her as she stared up at him with weary defiance, somehow sprawling and long-limbed and beautiful in spite of the damage.
The voice that came next, came from behind Chloe. "I'm afraid you'll have to, sweetheart," it said.
A male voice. A gentle voice. The voice of an elder speaking to a child. The voice of-
"No," Chloe wheezed. "No, no, no, no. No, not that-" She turned, horror filling her abused face. The voice was one she recognized; more even than Rachel's voice, it was one that had haunted her dreams - one she'd mourned even more deeply than her lesbian lover.
It was her father.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Chloe wailed.
He shook his head and made a tsk noise, putting a finger to his lips as he walked forward. He was totally naked. She could see every bit of him. His size. His strength. The thickness of his torso and legs, his square-jawed, powerful maleness. And in between his legs dangled a massive penis - even larger than Lucien's. The girth was brutal. Thicker than her spindly calf muscle. It banged against the inside of his thigh. It stank like musk. His hairy balls hung like grapefruits as he walked toward her.
"No, no, no no no no!" Chloe babbled. She could barely breathe, her chest was hitching with so many sobs. Yet she reached out to him as he approached, perhaps because she wanted to dispel the apparition she hoped he was, perhaps because some part of her still yearned more than anything to touch him.
He did not embrace her… he only grabbed her by the hair and wrenched her neck upward, pulling her face toward his penis. "I had such high hopes for you, sweetheart," he said, gently. "But I'm ashamed that you became such an ugly, man-hating, cunt-licking dyke. It's my fault. I should have corrected you when you were a girl."
"No, no, no, daddy what are you saaaaying-"
The powerful man, looking just as he had in the family photos that were her last mementos, took Chloe's hair and dragged her over to the couch, throwing her roughly forward onto the cushions. He hefted his cock in one hand and descended toward her, ignoring her flailing blows.
Now she began to bargain with Lucien, begging him, pleading with him to spare her this ultimate indignity. "Please, no, not this, anything but this, I'll do anything, I'll suck your cock, I'll drink your piss, I'll suck off all your friends, I'll kidnap girls and watch you rape them, please… I'll do anything, just… not this!"
Lucien threw back his head and laughed. Of course, the doppleganger of Chloe's father was just another manifestation of himself; tuned to look just like the images he'd found while skulking in her memories. The pain and self-loathing attached to this particular relationship was particularly rich. He said nothing. Chloe cried out as her father shoved her roughly over the cushions, pressing her tits against the leather, her knees on the floor. He tore her panties down with one smooth motion.
"Please… I'll eat your shit!" Chloe begged, tears streaming down her face. Lucien laughed again, offering no relief. His cock, however, was rock-hard at her depraved bargaining… and there was a meaty slap as the massive cock belong to the faux William Price slapped down between Chloe's slim, bubbly butt cheeks.
"Your mother called this my Cunt Wrecker," he grunted, rubbing the tip against Chloe's slit. "On our third date, I beat her unconscious and raped her for hours. When she came crawling back to thank me for it, that's when I knew we were perfect for each other."
Chloe wailed again and struggled. Her knees were on the floor, her face pressed against the backrest. "You never learned that women are pieces of shit who should serve the cocks of men," William continued, rubbing his massive prick helmet against her piss and cum-soaked cunt flaps.
"Daddy, no! Daddy!" she babbled. In this final, degrading extremity, she was regressing, returning to a place where she'd been powerless before this first and foremost male presence.
"Shut up, you ugly rape tank," William grunted, and donkey punched the back of Chloe's head. "With your body - that tight ass, those perky tits - you could have been a fashion model, showing off for men. Getting their dicks hard. That's a good, honest profession. Instead you turned into a whiny, muff-diving piece of shit. Nnngh… fuck!" He centered the tip of his cock against Chloe's cunt and shoved forward. There was a meaty stretching noise as her slit was instantly reshaped and stretched around his thickness, and Chloe gave a muffled scream of defeated anguish into the couch.
"Ahhhhhh!" Willian groaned, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes like a man who had just had a satisfying drink of water. He started to thrust, burrowing his cock brutally into his daughter. "Raping high-school sluts is the best… it makes me feel like such a stud when I hear their cunts rip!" He dug his cock into Chloe viciously at an angle, and the meaty sound of her distending vaginal canal filled the air. He clapped his hands down on his daughter's bubbly ass-cheeks and started groping them, spreading them, spanking them, exposing her winking, trembling anus. Chloe, her cheek pressed down against the leather, could only shudder and gasp with each of his violating thrusts.
Soon, her vision was filled with Rachel, thrown down on the couch right beside her, and in an identical posture by Lucien - who started raping her in an identical position. Indeed, they were together again, as Rachel had promised, staring at each other in matching positions of submissive humiliation. Both of their cunts were being raped… and they were just close enough to reach out and touch each other.
The camera clicked. Chloe knew that the walls would soon be filled with black and white pictures of her being raped by her own father's massive penis. Every happy childhood memory, every lamentation of their lost time together was being wiped out of her mind, replaced by the feeling of his brutal cock as it scraped out her cunt. It was what Lucien had always intended, the end goal of the entire charade:
Pure soul rape .
Something was building inside Chloe that was the culmination of all of her self-loathing, all her feelings that she'd been left behind by Rachel and her father because she wasn't 'good enough'. Her face became blank and haunted as her body was jostled forward again and again by her father's brutal strokes. Soon, William and Lucien reached a rhythm (not a hard task, since they were, in fact, the same entity in two forms), and Chloe and Rachel were being raped in unison, their nubile teen asses clapping back against muscled pelvises in stereo, their bodies ragdolling forward together.
Chloe's hand reached out and found Rachel's, and their fingers entwined. They stared into each others' eyes. Rachel nodded, as if to say now you understand, now you realize how worthless we are . The look offered Chloe permission to give in. "D-Daddy…" she whispered, eyes rolling. "I'm… I'm…"
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. It was the gristly sound of her vaginal lining being stretched and pulverized by thirteen inches of cock. And around that violating, life-altering penetration, a nova of pleasure was building. She had resisted it, and had been disgusted by it at first. But… there was no point in resisting.
"I'm a piece of shit," Chloe whispered, her eyes blank. And in that moment she accepted it as her ultimate truth. Her self-worth dropped to zero and all emotion left her face. She stopped struggling. "Rape me, daddy," she said, almost robotically. "Tear my cunt open!"
"Ugh, fuck… I love it when their minds break!" William Price growled and buried his mammoth prick in his skinny daughter's spasming, massaging bitch box, rearranging her guts. Chloe shuddered to a mind-breaking, soul-raped orgasm, pouring out the last shred of her self-esteem in a torrent of pleasure, moaning like an animal as she lay still and let her father churn up her blasted, cock-destroyed cunt box. And perhaps spurred by this utter defilement, Rachel Amber followed her over the edge.
The two former lesbians howled like pigs, and their cunts were flooded with huge loads of thick semen - deposits that instantly started to leak back out as Lucien and his counterpart withdrew their fat, half-hard cocks. Rachel stirred slightly, moaning with pleasure, but Chloe didn't move at all. She was face down, bent over the couch, motionless. Like an inanimate object.
"Fuck, that felt good,' Willian sighed, wiping his dick off on Chloe's ass cheeks before giving her butt a degrading slap. "At least you're useful for something, you gangly, disgusting cunt-licker." And then, as suddenly as he'd appeared, he faded away from existence, disintegrating like smoke, briefly whirling around Lucien's body and then disappearing.
"Daddy," Chloe said, robotically, face-down in the cushions. "Rape me more, daddy." The emptiness inside her was yearning to be filled… and it would be. With humiliation, abuse, and rape, for as long as she was useful.
" I'm your daddy now," Lucien said, and then laughed. He walked to Chloe's side and let his long, cunt-slick cock hang down next to her cheek.
After a moment, she turned her head and, with dead eyes, began to suck mindlessly.