Disclaimer: the characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.
There are several ways a woman can rape a man. One way is to use his hard cock for the pleasure of the woman. That is fine but only feeds the sensations of the body. Another way is to rape his mind. A mind rape is more satisfying because it establishes ownership of his body, his mind and his soul. A man who has been mind raped is the slave of his mistress for the rest of his days. This is the story of Douglass Harding, and how he became the rape slave of his mistress, the evil and delectable Amanda MacDonald.
Douglas Harding whistled happily to himself as he sat down and booted his workstation, adjusting his chair's position while he waited for the login dialog box to come up. After he had entered his password, he watched his desktop appear while his antivirus program strip-searched the next one hundred files on his hard drive. This boring routine was disturbed when an unexpected window popped up on his screen. Leaning forward, he read:
Douglas Harding, You will report to the Network Administrator at 0830, in room 1.17. You are expected and the NA knows that you have received this message. Warmest Regards,
Amanda MacDonald
Doug was not overly concerned by the message; he, like all of his colleagues, used the 'net for private purposes in addition to his work-related usage. Doug's private usage though, was probably very different from that of his colleagues; while many of his workmates visited the occasional porn site, Doug downloaded erotic stories involving children and images of children in erotic poses and sexual situations. Still, Doug wasn't worried; he had downloaded a suite of security products he saw advertised in his newsgroups. He was confident that no trace of his activities could be found on his workstation. When the door to the Sysadmin's office opened, Doug was surprised to see a slender woman of about 160cm and maybe 53kg wearing 12cm stiletto heels. "Come in Doug," she said holding the door for him. "Sit down, we need to have a serious talk about your Internet usage." "This," she said gesturing to the monitor of her workstation which showed several graphs, scatter and pie charts, "is the company's network control centre. Here I can monitor all traffic. I can see it in total, by department or even by individual user." Feeling a little uneasy, Doug watched as the woman clicked her way through some menus until the view was replaced by a flow of text rapidly scrolling up the screen. Clicking a button on the toolbar caused the display to stop scrolling. When she double-clicked on a line the screen split and she gestured to the bottom window. "This is a request for a web page," she explained pointing out the words: GET
http://HTTP://WWW.ASSTR.ORG/INDEX.html, "and here is the MAC address of the network card and the IP number of the workstation that requested it. Both of these numbers pinpoint exactly which workstation it is." The next two lines read: MAC: 00-10-21-4F-20-A7 and IP#: 172.64.2.137 "When a workstation starts up," she continued, "it sends a message to a computer called a Dynamic Host Configuration Protocol Server telling what MAC address its network card has and asking for an IP address so it can talk to other computers both here and on the Internet. The DHCP Server has a database in it that tells me the name of the person whose desk that particular computer is on." Doug stirred in his chair and said, "Okay, somebody is downloading porn. What does that have to do with me?" Amanda's smile reminded Doug of a shark's as she typed several commands into a window and turned back to face him. "What we can see in real-time we can also log and analyse later. For example," she paused to hit a key. Doug watched in horror as an image he had viewed the previous day appeared on the screen in front of her. There was a blonde sucking an enjaculating cock:
Amanda gave Doug a searching look and then brought up an image of a masturbating woman:
The camera panned around behind the woman and it showed two naked girls, a preteen and a teenager playing with each others' pussies. "Can you begin to imagine what would happen to you if I reported this," Amanda asked rhetorically, smiling as she watched several expressions chase across his face. "Fortunately for you I have no plans to betray your little secret just yet, as long as you co-operate with what I have in mind." "Wh-what do you mean," Doug asked, less afraid but still apprehensive. "Be here tonight," Amanda passed him a piece of paper, "directly after work. We'll be waiting for you." "We?" "Don't worry, I don't think you'll mind too much," she answered, turning back to her workstation in dismissal.
Wondering what she had planned for him, Doug walked up the path to the veranda, his feeling of apprehension increasing with every step. He swallowed, pressed the doorbell and waited. Through the door he could hear voices, then silence punctuated by footsteps. When Amanda opened the door he was surprised to see her wearing a silk robe, the fabric conforming to the upper curves of her breasts, below which stood the impressions of her nipples. She smiled up at him and said, "Take off your shoes and come inside." Feeling a little less despondent now, Doug knelt to remove his shoes, noticing from his lower vantage point that Amanda's feet were bare. Leaving his shoes by the front door, he stood and followed her into the house. Entering the lounge room, Doug was surprised to find two girls, presumably Amanda's daughters sitting on the couch dressed identically with their mother in silk robes. Both girls wore their hair long, the elder girl's tresses cascading down her body and separating to flow around her pert breasts which stood proudly under the soft fabric draped over them. The younger girl's body hadn't yet started on its journey to adulthood and her hair fell to her waist as she sat and returned his gaze with a speculative expression on her face. "Is this
the man Mommy," the elder girl asked. "Yes it is sweetheart," Amanda answered. Turning to face Doug she continued, "These are my daughters, Tori and Faun." As she spoke, the elder girl and then the younger acknowledged with a quick nod of their heads. "Take a seat, I'll be back in a moment. "Mommy says you were looking at rude pictures on the Internet," Faun said accusingly when her mother had left the room. "Yeah," Tori said with a nervous giggle, "she caught us doing that too." "Really? What were you looking at?" Tori giggled again and told him, "Ladies and men doing all sorts of rude stuff." Faun added, "Some of it looked kinda gross, but the ladies looked like they were having fun." Feeling his cock twitching at the thought of these two young girls looking at porn images Doug asked, "What were they doing?"
"This," Amanda said as she returned to the room carrying two folders that she placed on the coffee table as
she sat opposite him. She opened the folder and spilled its contents; couples engaging in fellatio, intercourse; threesomes and larger groups. The girls squirmed on the couch, not taking their eyes from the pictures, as their mother spread them out. Doug's cock twitched again and began to grow as he thought about these two young girls hunting down porn images on the Internet. He wished he could have been a fly on the wall, watching as they perhaps, rubbed their little pussies and nipples while they looked and talked about what they were seeing. Did they get wet, he wondered; perhaps try some of the things in the girls-together pictures... "Douglas!" Amanda's voice broke into his thoughts and he realised that she had been talking to him. As he looked up she continued more softly, "Douglas, Faun asked you a question." "Oh, I'm sorry. What did you say Faun?" The girl looked up at him with wide eyes and repeated, "Are these like the pictures Mommy caught you looking at?" He shifted a little in his seat and told her, "Pretty much, people doing things together that must have felt nice." Amanda just looked at him, the second folder in her hand, and he felt himself wither a little under her steady gaze before he swallowed and continued, "Well, not exactly the same. The people in the pictures were younger." "How young," Tori asked. Douglas looked to Amanda for guidance but she just caressed the folder as she held his eye. Expecting the girls' disgust to wash over him he answered, "Your age Tori, and younger." "Really? Do kids like us get their pictures taken doing rude stuff too?" Faun almost shouted in what was obviously excitement. Douglas nodded to her but Tori said, "I don't believe you! You're just making it up." "Are you?" asked Faun, disappointment showing on her face and in her voice. Leaning forward, Amanda offered the folder to Doug and said, "Here, show them what you were looking at." Her face was unreadable as she let him take the folder. He couldn't believe that she really wanted him to show child porn pictures to her little girls. Would she crucify him if he did or if he didn't? Both girls were looking eagerly at the folder as he leaned back in his chair, torn in indecision. "Yeah!" Tori said in disgust, "You're just lying to us like grownups always do." Looking from the contempt on her face to Faun he saw disappointment on the little girl's face. He sat forward, laid the folder on the table and opened it.
Both girls leaned forward to study the topmost picture, whispering to each other excitedly. It showed a girl about Faun's age wearing only white panties, which she had pulled down until the top of her vulva was exposed. "She's showing her crissy," he heard Faun whisper. Tori, with all the wisdom and knowledge of a thirteen-year-old whispered back, "How many times do I have to tell you Faun; it's a cunny." The younger girl rolled her eyes, smiling at Doug and reached out to turn the picture over. "No Honey," her mother said gently, "let Doug do that." The next picture was greeted with 'oohs' and 'aahs' by the girls. It showed the same girl standing naked, her legs slightly apart, hands on hips and a boy about Tori's age, also naked, holding his erect penis. The girls' reactions, coupled with the erotic content, had Doug's cock straining inside his pants as his shaking hand exposed the third picture. This time the girl was fondling the boy's erection while his finger was toying with her hairless slit. Each time he revealed a new picture his cock grew more and more painfully erect at the girls' obvious appreciation and enjoyment. His hands were shaking so much that he almost was unable to reveal the next picture, but when he did he was more than surprised to see one he had not viewed before. A naked man was laying on his back while a blonde girl Tori's age was squatting across his hips rubbing his glans between her labia while a girl Faun's age knelt across his face. The look of pure bliss on the younger girl's face could only have been caused by his lips and tongue working her preteen pussy. "Oh god," Tori whispered as she stared at the picture. "Oh god I wish that was..." Her voice tapered off and she continued to stare at the picture. Shaking, Doug turned the page again. The next picture was again one that he had not seen before. A girl Faun's age, around 8 years, was bound naked, spread eagled on a large stone altar, her arms and legs bound by velvet bonds on brass rings on each corner. A woman, also naked except for tall black leather boots and gloves, was masturbating the child with one leather gloved hand, two fingers buried deeply in the child's hairless cunt. The child strained in her bonds, arching her back up to meet the pleasuring woman's fingers. With her free hand, the woman rubbed her own clit, and gazed at a mural behind the altar, of a demon figure, holding a huge red phallus. The demon appeared to be leering down on the altar. Faun sucked in her breath, her face flushed. She was obviously excited. Tori was breathing faster, her face also flushed with excitement. Huskily, she said to Doug: "turn to the last picture." Doug turned to the final picture. This was the hottest of them all. A man and a woman were raping a young child. The woman held the little girl by her arms, held back tightly behind her head. A look of eager lust transfixed the woman's features. The little girl, on the other hand, had her mouth open in a silent scream of agony, as the man, having forced her legs wide apart, was in the act of brutally ramming his cock into the child's pure virginal cunt. His mouth was also open, but in a silent roar of pure pleasure. Behind the trio was a mural; this one depicting a gang rape of a child by a group of satanists. The scene was viewed from above, with a naked child's bound body surrounded by a series of throbbing cocks, protruding from hooded red robed figures. With an effort Doug tore his eyes away and looked to Amanda. Her legs were crossed and he could just make out that she was squeezing her thighs together again and again as she watched her girls' reaction to the picture. In his mind an image formed of Amanda masturbating as he raped her daughters; an image planted in his mind by Amanda herself!
"Stand up Doug," she said, her voice strained and husky, "stand up and show the girls what a man looks like in the flesh." Both girls stared as he began to remove his clothes, Tori gently playing with a nipple. When he dropped his pants, he was not surprised to see that his leaking pre-cum had plastered the fabric of his briefs to his cock, which was standing painfully erect before his rapt watchers. "You are here, Doug, to serve me and my girls in whatever way they and I choose," Amanda told him after he was naked. "It was my Server that enabled me to find you. Now you can be a Server in your own right." As Tori and Faun, their young eyes as big as saucers, tentatively reached out to touch his straining prick, Doug really didn't think he'd mind at all. "Touch him girls." cooed Amanda to her daughters. "Run your hands up and down the length of his shaft. Feel how smooth and warm it is. Feel how it throbs in your hands!" Laughing excitedly, the girls did so, and Doug moaned in delight as he felt the soft, warm children's hands close around his throbbing cock. Doug glaced up and saw that Amanda had slipped off her silk robe, and was now lounging naked on a couch, frigging her clit as she watched her daughters masturbate him.
He smiled and her and she gave him an evil smile back, running her tongue around her lips. Amanda rose from the couch and spoke again: "Girls, slip out of your things. Lets get really sexy together!" "YEAH!!" cried Tori and Faun in unison. Together, Amanda and Doug helped the girls to quickly strip off. "NOW Faun," spoke Amanda, a harsh tenseedge to her voice, "come and lie down on this rug." The eight year old did as she was bid, stretching out her naked hairless body seductively on the rug. "Now Doug," said Amanda, "you kneel over Faun's chest so that that lovely cock of yours is just over Faun's face....thats it...very good" she breathed excitedly.
Once again, Doug saw in his mind an image of a masturbating woman while a child rape took place right in front of her:
Amanda then waved over Tori, her voluptuous young body moving sinously as she came. "Tori honey, I want you to kneel on Faun's shoulders and take Doug's cock on both your hands. Then I want you to rub it up and down really sexy and hard to make him cum on Faun's face." Tori did as she was bid, kneeling on Faun's shoulders as Doug knelt astride the tiny girl, his throbbing cock quivering over Faun's sparkling face. Tori took Doug's cock in both hands and began to masturbate him, stroking his throbbing cock with both her hands and smiling up at his lust filled face. Amanda lay back on the couch, frigging her clit and snarling "thats it baby. Make him come over little Faun's face. Make him cover the little bitch's face in cum".
This was too much for Doug. He pulled back and down and forced little Faun's legs apart, placing his cock at her hairless baby cunt. "Now bitch" he yelled. "Now feel what a child rape feels like!" With a roar he rammed his throbbing cock deeply into the child Faun's cunt, ramming into her like a wild beast. Faun screamed and thrashed, trying to escape the brutal rape, and Tori struggled to hold her down by the shoulders. Amanda came to the rescue, leaping off the couch and kneeling over Faun, holding down the screaming and thrashing child by the shoulder and throat while Tori held her by the other shoulder. Mother and Daughter were wild with lust now and screamed encouragement to Doug, who rammed harder into the screaming child, holding her hips for purchase as he ground every inch of his cock into her cunt. "Thats it Doug!!" yelled Amanda. "Take her!! RAPE HER RAPE HER RAPE HER!!!" "YEAH RAPE HER PLEASE" encouraged Tori grinning as she and her mother held down the screaming and struggling child. Doug was ramming into Faun with full force now, her body shuddering with his thrusts as she continued to thrash and scream. Doug grinned as he looked into the faces of Amanda and Tori, who smiled back, urging him on to more brutal thrusts. "THATS IT BABY, HARDER HARDER DO IT DO IT DO IT MAKE HER SCREAM. I LOVE IT WHEN SHE SCREAMS. FUCK HER RAPE HER BRUTALISE HER. HARDER HARDER HARDER!!!" chanted Amanda and Tori together. Doug arched his back and reared up, snarling and roaring like a beast as he rammmed his cock sadistically into the screaming little girl. He placed his arms around Amanda and Tori, who rubbed their bodies against his, whispering obscenities into his ears and kissing him as he passed the point of no return. "Thats it baby, cum in her now" whispered Amanda. Tori reached down and massaged Doug's cock shaft as it continued to plunge into the abused child's cunt, coaxing him to orgasm.
Doug roared as he came in a shuddering climax, pumping spurt after spurt of cum into the abused Faun. Amanda and Tori cheered, clapping their hands in glee as he came, their faces a mask of depraved lust. Mother and daughter both pumped his cock with their hands, milking he cum from him as he pulled out, sending spurts of cum over Faun's belly. Amanda rubbed the cum over the crying child as Tori knelt over her, licking up the cum with her tongue. Amanda cooed in Doug's ear "Well done darling. I am so proud of you. That was wonderful!.
Amanda took Doug's cock in her mouth and worshipped it, rewarding him for his perverted actions.
Doug rolled onto his back, gasping as Tori took his still throbbing cock in her mouth, milking the last drops of cum from him.
Amanda caressed his balls, whispering to him how he would repeatedly rape Faun, and Tori too, and how Amanda would help him and reward him as he swept deeper into her fantasy world. There would be other children as well, which Amanda and her daughters would kidnap so that Doug could rape and torture them, while Amanda filmed the abuse for her enjoyment.
Doug was aware that there was something sinister and otherworldly happening. He had lost control of his mind and his body. Amanda's face shimmered and changed, taking on the appearance of an Asian woman worshipping the cock of a rapist:
"I have you now my darling" smiled Amanda. "You are caught in my net!"
