“I don’t see what you have to be so prudish about. What you’re planning to do to Miss Orcadia-Cortex is tantamount to rape anyway…” My hand slid under the prone representative’s skirt, up her inner thigh. The text here will be shown as a preview to your story when a user hovers with their mouse over the title in the topic list.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story ist part of the Used and Abused Tournament
- It competes against nobody in the R16-2 match
- Theme: What Happens in Her Stays in Her
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What Happens in Her Stays in Her
I followed the Representative down the wide hallway, her heels echoing on the marble floor.
Allida Orcadia-Cortex was known as one of the most fiery, leftwing, and therefore controversial Representatives. She was also young, and I admired her ass as I accelerated my pace to get in range. Funny how politics makes very little difference when it comes to pussy: I was being paid by her political enemies but I still wouldn’t mind grabbing a piece of that fuckmeat.
Personally, I had nothing against AOC’s politics, I even agreed with some of them. But with women, my main interest is always sexual. I was less concerned with anything that might come out of this bitch’s mouth, more interested in what I might shove into it. As a serial rapist I’m too accustomed to objectifying the fair sex to ever take an interest in their opinions. Rapemeat is rapemeat.
This wasn’t just entertainment, though. Sometimes I’m paid by powerful people to help them destroy inconvenient cunts. This case promised to be particularly enjoyable.
I’m good at my job, so I waited until the right moment and let her have it, jabbing the needle into her left butt-cheek through her smartly tailored skirt. She jerked into a taut, erect position, spun sharply around to face me with an angry accusation – “What do you th--?”
And fainted into my arms.
Fast-acting stuff.
“The representative is ill!” I yelled. As luck would have it, an ambulance was waiting outside. Our ambulance, of course. I loaded her aboard and got in with her.
“Good work,” said Megan Snobunny, who was disguised as a paramedics. We looked down at the unconscious woman on the gurney.
“My pleasure. But then, abducting a beautiful woman is always a pleasure.”
Snobunny eyed me with disdain. “I’m aware of your… proclivities. I don’t approve. But the organization has need of your particular skills.”
Snobunny was quite an attractive bitch too. Aryan type. A Fox News Barbie Doll. I kept my eyes on her while running a hand idly up Orcadia-Cortex’s calf, as far as her knee.
“Stop that!” snapped Snobunny, as my hand strayed higher.
“I don’t see what you have to be so prudish about. What you’re planning to do to Miss Orcadia-Cortex is tantamount to rape anyway…” My hand slid under the prone representative’s skirt, up her inner thigh.
“We’re merely neutralizing a dangerous political opponent,” she said, her eyes straying involuntarily to where my hand was now sliding up to touch the defenceless woman’s pussy. I smiled as my fingertips made contact with panties.
“Hadn’t you better get into costume?” I asked, my index finger tracing the furrow between my victim’s labia.
Snobunny’s costume resembled a deep-sea diving suit studded with hi-tech apparatus. This operation had been tested only on rabbits. Highly experimental. Colossal risks. But that was fine: I wasn’t taking them. Though kidnapping a well-known congresswoman is a risk, I guess.
Snobunny snapped her visor down and looked nervous, as well she might. Suddenly the gravity of what she was about to attempt was dawning on her. It was funny to see the steely ice maiden look so scared all.
“Wish me luck?”
I started unbuttoning Orcadia-Cortex’s blouse. I’d always been kind of curious about her figure. Good tits, actually.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine. You do your thing, and let me do mine…”
It was part of the arrangement that I could entertain myself with our prisoner while she was drugged. The fee was generous, but the it’s perks that make a job worthwhile.
Once Snobunny was miniaturized and injected into Orcadio-Cortex’s carotid artery, I asked Prof. Garth how he was getting on hacking into the congresswoman’s laptop.
“Easy,” he said. “I’m replacing the bill she’s supposed to present tomorrow with our version. And Snobunny will see that she presents it. When she does, she’ll be absolutely…” He looked at what I was doing. “…fucked.”
I had Allida – I considered us on first name terms now – stripped completely nude on the gurney and had spread her legs wide using the handy stirrups. And I was doing to her with my member what Members of the House usually do to the country.
“I’ve reached the brain,” said Snobunny’s voice, coming over the radio. “Connecting to the frontal lobes now.”
I was making a connection of my own. Allida wasn’t aware of the various ways she was being penetrated, but her breathing had grown heavier. I moved on top of her, raping her deeply. Not, arguably, as deeply as Snobunny was doing.
“Attempting neural upload!” Snobunny announced via the radio.
I rolled a pair of delightful brown nipples between my fingers and thumbs. They were hard as pips.
“I think it’s working!” cried Snobunny.
Garth closed the laptop. “All done,” he said, mopping the perspiration from his high forehead. Then, less professionally, “Christ, her tits are fantastic.” He stooped over and kissed her passionately on the mouth. A dweeby guy like that would never normally have a chance with a hot tamale like this one. But politics makes for strange bedfellows.
“Do you want…?” I asked, slipping my shaft from the representative’s wet cunt.
“I don’t know… I suppose I could… as a symbolic act…”
I slipped Allida’s feet from the stirrups and rolled her onto her side, positioning the head of my cock at her asshole. Why not? It was awkward for the Prof. to get on the gurney alongside both of us, but he was a skinny guy so he managed it, lifting her leg and spearing her pussy while I violated her anally.
He didn’t last long, spurting his seed into her juicy cunt – it was amusing to think of her bearing a scrawny white rapebaby nine months from now. I took my time reaming her asshole. The pussy juice that had lubed my entry was absorbed by her asshole’s lining and by the end I was reaming her dry. She’d be more than a little sore when she woke up.
Tugging my cock free – her pucker sucked greedily at it, stretching outwards, not wanting to release the intruder, and then I circled the gurney to give Allida a final humiliation. Too bad she wasn’t awake to appreciate it, but the whole performance had been recorded on multiple cameras so we could, at some future point, show her just how she’d been used and abused.
I slid my prick, fragrant from her anal membranes, into her mouth. Slumbering, she sucked on it like a pacifier. I face-raped her gently, cleaning myself on her lips and tongue. Then – Ahhhh! – I decorated her deceptively sweet features with thick ropes of cum.
“Inception achieved!” cried Snobunny via the radio.
One day later, the three of us gathered in front of a big screen showing C-Span to watch AOC launch her bill in the House – and spectacularly send her career up in flames. We were at the offices of Snobunny and Garth’s organization, some weird far-right think tank that had somehow got access to the miniaturisation technology and the brainwashing technology.
Snobunny looked very excited. She was hoping to achieve politically the kind of triumph Garth and I had achieved when we stuck our dicks in the unconscious congresswoman. I thought Allida, on TV, looked a little shaky. Possibly the effects of the little microchip or whatever it was Snobunny had planted in her brain, but more likely the effect of waking up in hospital with a sore cunt and ass and a strange taste in her mouth. She must know she’s been raped, I thought, but she was throwing herself into work as a distraction. Unfortunately for her, that was about to go very badly wrong for her. I’d have felt sorry for the cunt if I were capable of pity.
“This b-bill,” Allida was saying, “will redress the greatest of injustices and f-finally…” she seemed to go blank.
“’Redress’ was the trigger word,” enthused Snobunny. “Now the program is launching. The little spic is ours!”
“You’re one sick bitch, Megan,” I told her. But her attention was glued to the screen.
“…finally…” Allida was saying, “Finally and for all time decriminalize the act of RAPE.”
“What’s this?” said Snobunny, alarmed. Apparently the details of the program hadn’t been shared with her.
“What better way to destroy the slut’s credibility?” said Garth.
“I… I guess,” agreed Snobunny, uncertainly.
“Keep watching,” said Garth. “This is where it should get pretty spectacular.
Allida, on the screen, kept talking over a concerned murmur from the House. She looked sweaty, and tugged at her collar.
“Rape has always been a strange, inconsistent crime. A sexual act that’s perfectly legal under some circumstances becomes criminal just because the female doesn’t agree.” She licked her lips. Her eyes looked wild and desperate as if she couldn’t believe what she was saying. “
“From now on… now on…” She had a tendency to sound robotic, like a machine breaking down, but the program was overpowering her will, metaphorically violating her mind.
“From now on, women’s bodies will be free for men to use as they see fit, a major step forward for liberty in this cunt-cunt-country. In keeping with the sweeping attacks recently on female bodily autonomy, this bill will make every cunt in the land vulnerable to sexual assault, with no legal protection of any kind.”
Her hand strayed from her collar, sliding down to her bosom, stroking a very puffy nipple poking through the fabric.
“But rape, however violent, however perverted, will be a protected act. It will… it will…”
The murmur of AOC’s fellow representatives was becoming a roar.
“Is this like a post-hypnotic command or something?” I asked Garth, fascinated and amused.
“You can think of it like that, but it’s way more advanced,” he said smugly.
“It will… oh God…” Allida’s hand tore at her blouse, popping half the buttons off. Her other hand clutched at her crotch. “This is horrible… I apologise… I don’t know what… it will be possible for any adult male to use any adult female in any way he desires, and to use any force required to subdue her.”
He right tit was fully exposed now and she was masturbating frenziedly. I glanced at Ms. Snobunny. Her extremely white features showed two intense spots if red, one on each cheek. It was a highly exciting spectacle, watching a proud, independent woman totally humiliate and destroy herself on live TV in front of the whole world.
“Oh God! Turn off the cameras!” she sobbed, but the eyes of the world remained mercilessly glued to her very public shaming. It was delicious. I had nothing against her politics, hell, I agreed with most of them. But seeing a cunt being comprehensively humiliated has always done it for me. This was beyond politics, beyond good and evil, even beyond horny...
“In fact, to avoid any unnecessary limits on male pleasure, v-violence or any kind will be permissible during a rape, whether to keep the c-cunt in line or just to gratify the male’s sadistic pleasure. After all, we can’t have rape victims complaining that their assailants were unduly rough. A rape victim’s mouth should only be open to scream in pain and fear, or to suck her rapist’s cock. Or perhaps to lap at his balls and lick his sweaty ass-crack. Oh God, somebody stop me, I don’t know what I’m saying!”
But the brief moment of self-control was immediately defeated by the program running in the poor bitch’s head: she promptly slapped herself hard in the mouth, and tore her blouse and bra the rest of the way off, before hiking up her skirt and thrusting three fingers violently into her sopping cunt.
“Rape is right! Rape is a man’s right! It will empower men and put cunts like me in my place!” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! And with that, AOC collapsed to her knees on the floor. The TV camera, following her down mercilessly, was able to observe her hand still obsessively diddling her clit as she sobbed, totally broken.
“WOW,” said Ms. Snobunny. “She’s finished.”
“I must say,” said Representative Thorstrum of Texas, “For once I agree with the Latina slut from New York.”
“She makes some good points,” said another Republican.
“I guess only Nixon could go to China, and only a feminist Democrat could decriminalize rape,” said another.
“It’s definitely an interesting idea,” said Chuck Humann, Democrat.
Two septuagenarian congressmen lifted Allida to her feet. She tried to cover her naked body but they held her arms firmly, wizened fingers pinching her soft flesh.
“Time to practice what you preach, puta,” one whispered into her ear, a hot mic incident truly worthy of the name.
They bent her over her own desk, and kicked her feet apart so her pussy was exposed to the voracious lenses of the TV cameras, which zoomed in for juicy closeups as her raping got underway. Since AOC’s male colleagues in the House of Representatives numbered 312, the show went on for a long time. Somewhere in there her bill got signed into law, but I don’t think she even noticed. Some of the older congressmen had trouble getting it up, so they used a water bottle, a cop's handgun, and a whole series of umbrellas - I think the poor slut had eight in her pussy and ass at one time...
Megan Snobunny, meanwhile, was realising how royally she’d been screwed. And how royally she was about to be screwed. I let Professor Garth have first crack at her asshole, after all he’d written the program that had made this all possible. The guy’s a genius.
“No, get off me, what are you doing? No! You can’t! Aaahhhh!”
Raping Megan Snobunny was even more fun than raping Allida, since she was conscious and, being rather an arrogant cunt, it was enjoyable putting her in her place. And Allida’s gangbang on the floor of Congress was playing in the background throughout (and for hours to come) which made a stimulating accompaniment. The pen that signed the great bill decriminalizing rape was used to write SLUT on her forehead, RAPEMEAT across her tits, and was finally shoved up her cum-drenched asshole. She’d had quite a beating by then, as well as the raping, so the symbolic potency of the act was probably lost on her, but when the men stood around her and urinated on her bruised, bleeding and sticky form, she probably grasped the importance of the moment.
Megan was tied naked to the couch, taking all this in. Prof. Garth and I had made use of her in a number of inventive ways, using a variety of devices he’d designed specifically for sexual torture. The horror of her situation dawned on her pretty quickly, but she was just starting to realize that this was going to be her whole life from now on.
“Oh God… oh God… I’m so sorry…”
Was it possible she was apologizing to AOC? Or to women in general? She certainly sounded sincerely regretful, as well she might with those electrician’s alligator clips on her nipples and clit. I could almost have felt sorry for her, if I felt pity.
Prof. Garth pressed a yellow button and 60,000 volts shot through Megan’s lithe, pert, body. Her tits jiggled beautifully and I forgot all about feeling sorry for her…
THE END
