I thought of a new story I could do with Angela S. She's closely inspired by a real TV presenter, but no harm is intended by this satirical, pornographic story. The story is a fantasy and is not intended to encourage immoral or criminal behaviour. I do not endorse rape.
The story also contains explicit scat, so avoid if you're averse to that.
Angela S, TV presenter, was wrapping up another segment of her insanely popular new show, Rape Night.
"I hope you've enjoyed this installment, and appreciated seeing Laura Jennings, so-called victim of the celebratd Dumb Bunny Rapist, get the really vicious beating and raping the cunt so richly deserves. In particular, I hope you enjoyed seeing her getting plastic bottles full of her rapist's piss shoved up her pussy and asshole and then kicked until they burst inside her. That was my favourite! Good night, and happy raping!"
Jim turned the camera off and Angela turned to the indescribably filthy bed where Laura lay, curled up in pain. The twenty-four-year-old blonde, once so attractive, was now a complete mess, clutching her pussy where shreds of burst plastic jutted out, urine leaking from her asshole and cunt, soaking the dirty mattress. Her succulent young body was criss-crossed with whip-marks, varying from raised red weals to thin slashes where the whips had actually broken the skin on her ass, her ripe young tits. Her lips were swollen (mouth and pussy) from multiple enthusiastic punches, one eye was closed and purple, her wrists and ankles bleeding from her agonized struggle in her handcuffs.
"Jesus Christ, I thought they were going to kill her," said Angela. "Is the ambulance coming?"
"May be a slight delay," grinned Jim, who was always happy, especially if some bitch was getting her ass raped in front of his lens. "There was a home invasion at the nunnery, a lot of novices got devirginized tonight, and quite a few of them need medical attention," he laughed. "It's not just their hymens got ruptured."
Angela winced. It seemed like there were more and worse rapes every week, and she knew her show was contributing to it, not just by the assaults arranged by the producers specially for the camera, but in the countless "tribute rapes" and copycat violations. She knelt beside the weeping victim and removed from her mouth a plastic lemon juice container, the kind shaped like an actual lemon. It had been filled with piss and taped into Laura's mouth, so that every time she bit down, which she would naturally do when beaten, she got a mouthful of piss. It was empty now, the poor girl having swallowed every drop.
"It's over now," said Angela, stroking the girl's cum-splashed hair.
"Well, actually," said Jim, unzipping, "Since we've got half an hour until the ambulance comes, I might as well entertain myself with this bitch. Oh, Angela, the boss wants to speak to you back at the office." He picked up a cane and advanced on the cowering naked bitch on the bed.
Angela left, the screams and swishing of the cane still audible by the time she'd descended three floors to street level...
***
Suki, the producer of Rape Night, was a lithe, pert, beautiful Chinese girl with a truly evil mind. She had once been Angela's agent, then sold her out to FUX TV and presided over the Irish presenter's brutal rape and torture on numerous occasions. Angela's new contract forced her to participate in FUX shows, but she was no longer supposed to be fucked or beaten. When gang bangs like Laura's were filmed, Angela observed from inside a rape-proof plexiglass booth. There had been some humiliating incidents, but actual forced penetration seemed to be a thing of the past. But being forced to participate in the normalizing of rape, to make humorous remarks while a teenager was being ravished in ever hole, was torture of a different kind to Angela. Suki knew this, and enjoyed it at a profound level.
At this moment, she was just getting in the mood to prepetrate a fresh horror on Angela, and to make her horny enough to really enjoy it she had one of her interns, Becky, eating her out. Becky was 100% hetero so licking another girl's pussy was traumatic for her, which made it all the more fun. Even better was making her have sex with her sister, Chloe: they HATED that. But Chloe was currently in hospital, having her perineum repaired by Dr. Sade.
Suki had been sure the worthless slut could take those two dildos in her holes without damage, but she#d overestimated the bitch. And Dr. Sade liked to take his time with these things -- multiple surgeries, without anaesthetic, so Chloe would be unavailable to rape and humiliate for some time.
"OK, move on to my asshole," instructed Suki, and the hapless Becky obeyed. She was the kind of voluptuous bimbo Suki always felt had been bred to be abused, and Suki made sure the cunt fulfilled her purpose.
"You have her very well trained," purred Dr. Petersen. "What method do you use to ensure obedience?"
"I find the whip effective," smiled Suki, swatting her crop down onto Becky's bare ass, causing her to flinch and moan into Suki's soft flesh, a muffled cry vibrating against her anal pucker. The slave recovered and resumed slobbering over Suki's asshole. "More strenuous than your methods, perhaps, but fun." Another swat, another little cry. Becky was weeping prettily as she tongued Suki's shitter.
"Ah, Angela," said Suki, standing up and shoving Becky to the floor. The big-titted bitch stayed sprawled on the carpet. "Glad you could join us."
Angela glowered. No love lost here, thought Dr. Petersen, sizing up the petite Irish redhead. They always look smaller than on TV. And even more delectable, more rape-able.
"We've been thinking about ways to get more value out of you, Angela. We like seeing you watch and comment on the rapes, especially when we force
you to say disgusting things that ou find humiliating. But we'd like to take things further. We'd like to see you actually rape a girl."
"No way," said Angela. "There's nothing in my contract says I have to do that, and you can't make me. Not even if you tortured me, and my contract doesn't give you that right anyway."
"Technically that's true, cunt," smirked Suki, "But Dr. Petersen here thinks he might have a solution. Impress me, doc."
Petersen strolled rapidly up to Angela until his face filled her vision. "Look me in the eyes, Angela. One two three. And you're mine."
"What?" scoffed Suki, "Is that it?"
"Is what it?" asked Angela, blinking. She felt indefinably funny.
"You're hypnotised and you will obey my orders without hesitation," said Petersen. "I have refined the art of mesmerism and can control a slut completely in seconds."
"That's ridiculous," sneered Angela. "And anyway, hypnosis can't make somebody do something against their moral code."
"Oh, a strong-willed person might resist me longer," said Petersen. "Men have powerful, independent minds. Women submit easily. They're made that way. Natural slaves. Suki here might put up more of a struggle, but a worthless cunt like you... why, it even says "Worthless Cunt" on your throat, where
you were branded... and that's a true statement, isn't it, cunt?"
"Yes, I'm a worthless cunt," said Angela, then gasped. She hasdn't meant to say that.
"You will call me master," said Petersen. "I'll call you cunt."
"Yes, master," said Angela, and again looked astonished.
"We can make her rape anybody we want now," said Petersen.
"Let's save her first time for the cameras," ordered Suki, approaching. "I'd like to test her obedience somehow, though."
"She'll do anything you want," said Petersen. "Anything *I* tell her to do."
"Well, for fuck's sake, let's get her naked," said Suki.
"Strip, cunt," said Petersen, and Angela found herself swiftly undressing.
"This can't be real," murmured Angela as she found her limbs refusing to obey her orders, simply serving Petersen's iron will. Her top and skirt were discarded and she found herself unhooking her bra...
"Mmm, I've missed those pretty titties," purred Suki.
"Not only is the slut obedient to my every word," said Petersen, "But she is powerless to protest anything I do. Normally she would object strongly if I did this -" and he cupped Angela's small, perfect tits in his hands, "But once hypnotized, she has to simply accept anything I choose to do to her."
He pinched Angela's nipples hard, to illustrate his point. She winced, but slid her panties down as she'd been instructed. She stood naked, letting Petersen abuse her sensitive nipples.
"Well, let's get on with the test. I was just having my asshole licked by that pathetic cunt Chloe, or was it Becky? I'd like you to take over," said Suki, bending over her desk and pulling her ass-cheeks open. Petersen gazed lustfully at his employer's tight asshole and delicate-looking pussy.
"Lick your mistress's asshole, bitch," Petersen clarified. "Crawl over there and shove your tongue between her cheeks."
"Yes, master," said Angela, dropping to her hands and knees and crawling naked to Suki. Placing her hands on her boss's naked thighs, she raised herself until her face was level with the girl's small, taut bottom, and puckered up, kissing her on the anus, her tongue involuntarily darting in and out to tease the tight pucker of Suki's asshole.
"Mmmm-mmm, that is lovely. Now run your tongue up and down my ass-crack as though you were cleaning it." And so the avowedly straight Angela found herself forced to lick another girl's ass, and not for the first time. But what was new was that no threat of violence compelled her this time. Her own will had been turned against her, so that she had no choice but to slobberingly provide anal pleasure for her superior.
"Now, cunt, I think I know what would make a good test of your obedience. I'm going to shit in your mouth," giggled Suki.
Petersen's cock was rock-hard in his pants. He knew he would have to fuck some bitch soon to relieve the tension. Maybe he could rape that juicy intern?
Becky was still watching naked, relieved that it wasn't her being forced to demean herself this way.
"You heard your mistress, Angela. Keep licking her ass as she does a shit, then take the turd into your mouth and suck on it," said Petersen, his voice trembling.
Angela gagged as the tip of Suki's shit emerged from her anus, but she couldn't help but continue to lick around it, feeling traces of faecal matter come off on her tongue. The turd grew and grew, so that licking all around it caused shit to smear Angela's face, and then when it was three or four inches long she placed her lips around it and drew it into her mouth, sucking it like it was a cock. The turd, smushed and coiled up in her mouth then finally trailed off, leaving a brown wisp protruding from Suki's tightening asshole.
"Hold the turd between your tits and lick your mistress clean," smiled Petersen. Retching, Angela expelled the mass of shit into the palms of her hands and then pressed it between her breasts. Her mouth was full of the taste, her teeth were slick with shit. She extendded her tongue and dabbed at Suki's butthole, at first merely spreading the shit about, then licking it off until Suki's ass was wet and glistening and clean. The bitch stood up and smirked down at Angela.
Suki had to laugh at the sight of her underling kneeling, a wad of poop squeezed between her titties, her lips brown with faeces. "Mmmm, shit always does look good on you, Angela," she sneered. Then she addressed Petersen. "Make her eat it all down like a good little cunt."
"You are a good little cunt, aren't you, Angela?" asked Petersen, giggling.
"Yes, I'm a g-good little c-cunt," whimpered Angela, starting to cry.
"Then eat up that tasty pile of shit your mistress was kind enough to poop out for you, cunt," said Petersen.
Angela looked at the lumps of shit gathered in her hands. Her gorge rose. She raised the stinking mass to her face. And, moaning slightly, she bit into it and started chewing.
Suki and Peterson laughed as Angela munched on the shit. Even Becky joined it, hoping she could be spared further suffering by being agreeable to her masters.
"Not such big bites, Angela," cautioned Peterson. "Where are your manners? Nibble away delicately. Chew and swallow. Chew every mouthful twelve times.
"You bastards - glub!" moaned Angela.
"Now now," said Petersen. "I forbid you to ever speak disrespectfully to our employer or myself. You are the cunt and we are your master and mistress, isn't that right?"
"Yes master," choked Angela between mouthfuls of shit. "I am the cunt and you are my m-master and mistress."
"You seem obedient indeed," said Suki. "I'm really looking forward to seeing you rape another slut. Meanwhile, let's get you cleaned up. Becky, or whatever your stupid name is, crawl over here and lick the shit off Angela's tiny titties."
