CAUTION: some readers feel this story belongs in the Extreme section. I see it as more of a cartoon, not realistic, but if you don't like violence and messy stuff, you may not want to continue. I have no desire to spoil anyone's day with the wrong kind of rape.
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"Hello, Angela," said Holly Goodish, stepping into the damp dungeon, high heels splashing in something unidentifiable. She looked around at the stained stonework, the toilet pail unemptied for several days, the bare wooden slats of the bed. Two naked female trustees placed a comfortable chair down opposite where Angela was being throatraped, and Bella sat, her big tits settling like jellies, visible through her slutty low-cut minidress. "You're looking well. The all-cum diet must agree with you."
Angela made no reply save a pained "Glurk" as the giant Nubian continued slamming his massively thick twelve-inch erection down her gullet.
"I'm told they've managed to teach you a new trick," grinned the brain-dead bimbo. "Want to show me?"
"Ukk oo," managed Angela, which might have been comprehensible as "Fuck you," had Holly been any smarter, but at any rate the raised forefiger helped clue her in.
"Oh dear," said Holly. "Still, they tell me when I use the shock collar. Unkle Ream-Us there will feel only a pleasant tingling. You, on the other hand, will experience 10,000 volts." She giggled, jiggled, and waggled the switch on her remote. Angela went rigid, and her oral violator grunted his pleasure, continuing to make her neck bulge, Exorcist-tyle.
"Want to show me your trick NOW, ginger-pubes?" smiled Holly. Angela obliged, extending her tongue to lick her rapist's balls even as he continued fucking her face-cunt with full brutality.
Holly let Angela feel the current for anoth thirty seconds or so, then got down to business. "I don't know if you've heard, Angela, but a funny thing has happened. I've been made Minister for Justice! No, I don't suppose you get to see the news down here." She glanced around the cell, in the lowest dungeon of FUX TV. "They said the job usually went to a brainless fuckpuppet, and so it might as well go to one with decent tits. They meant ME!" She giggled again. My God, she really is retarded, thought Angela, seeing stars.
"Suki, our mutual boss, said she didn't mind my leaving because... what did she say? Oh yes, 'big-titted bimbo rapemeat is ten a penny' - that was nice of her, wasn't it? Cat D. is going to take my place on the news, but she's going to read it while strapped in a fucking machine with men ej... ej-a-cu-lating on her. Won't that be fun?"
Angela didn't actually nod her head, but the vigorous pounding she was receiving, with the huge black cock using her epiglotis as a punch-bag, made it look as if she did.
"Suki had some smashing suggestions for what I should do in gummervent, I mean government," continued Holly, spreading her legs and lightly stroking her bare pussy Watching Angela get raped always made her wet. Most things made her wet, actually. "So, firstly she suggested I decrin... decriminalize rape. I thought she meant legalize it, but apparently if you do that there can still be some restrictions on it, like for age or violence or whatever. Decri...criminalizing means no restrictions at all. Won't that be lovely!"
Angela stared at the big-titted idiot as best she could as her face was violently forced into her assailant's pubes.
"Unfortunately, they say that's too big a change for me to make on my own, because I'm just a girl," pouted Holly. "But Suki came up with the answer. We'll decide it on TELEVISION! We'll put on a special show, and YOU can star in it! What do you think of that?"
"Uh oh urk..." managed Angela, feeling as if the roof of her mouth was about to be ripped loose by the massive shclong attack.
"Oh, Rastus or Rufus or whatever your name is," Holly said sweetly, "Would you mind raping Angela in some other hole so we can chat?"
The muscular, oiled man ripped his shaft free from Angela's mouth, she tasted blood, and then he threw her onto the hard bed, her body bent over the bedstead, and rammed into her asshole, lubed only with spit and blood.
"AAAAAAAHHH!!!" screamed Angela as her small, pert buttocks were forced apart and her rectum subjected to the equivalent of childbirth.
"Yes, that's very interesting," said Holly, "But what do you think of our IDEA?"
"ARGH..." said Angela through gritted teeth. "How are you going to resolve a... owwww... constitutional question with an episode of Robo-fucking-Warriors?"
"Easy, silly! You'll run an obstacle course, chased by some nice rapey robots, and if you win, the law stays the same: it'll be illegal for men to rape cunts, but hardly any of them will ever be prosecuted and when they are the case will be thrown out. Whereas if you lose, it'll be absolute open season on cunts throughout the land, and YOU'LL be to blame!"
"You - oww - fucking - ahhh - bitch..."
"I just wanted to give you a head's-up," said Holly, grabbing Angela by her red locks and yanking her head back painfully. "OK, I think this little ginger cocksleeve has finished talking, you can go back to raping her mouthcunt," said Holly, kissing Angela's rapist seductively on the lips (with plenty of tongue). Ream-Us tore his prong free from Angela's ravaged shitter and shoved the dirty thing back into her mouth, squeezing her throat to make sure she lovingly licked it clean.
"Goodness, Angela," gloated Holly, staring at the Irish girl's demolished asshole, "What a lovely gape! I bet I could get my fist in there without hardly pushing..."
She tried it. For once the giggling cum-slut was right.
TO BE CUNT-INUED