Author: Sterling
Title: You Must Rape Every Woman We Bring You
Summary: John is kidnapped and awakens in a room where his
captors can cause severe pain if he does not do their bidding.
Their bidding is that he rape a series of women who are brought
to him for the purpose. The 6-year-old girl Katy is an avid fan
of rape and loves watching it, and provides humiliating
commentary. Lurking unseen behind a one-way mirror are customers
who pay to see these rapes unfold. But John is sent home and Katy
escapes to join him, and the two must hide in isolation for
years. They fall in love. Initially, only being raped can excite
the adolescent Katy.
Keywords: rape, mc, MF, Mf, Mg(10), preg, coercion, humor

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 11/13/2022.

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You Must Rape Every Woman We Bring You --Sterling

Chapter 1

John's first groggy impressions as he woke were that it must be a
dream, but that quickly passed . He was in no place he had ever
been, that was for sure. But he decided to not hurry too much
getting up. He felt as if he had a hangover. No, it was worse
than that. He had been drugged.

The last thing he remembered was going to bed in his own bedroom
in his own house.

Now he was in a room, roughly 12 feet on a side, with a
queen-size bed right in the center. No headboard or foot board.
There were no windows but one door. High up there was a skylight
which suggested it was daytime. Three walls of wood, and one wall
of a dark sort of mirror. A little bathroom was on one side with
toilet, sink, and shower, but no door. It was very unusual to
position a bed right in the middle of a room. It had a bottom
sheet over some padding, but no other covering. Fortunately the
room was comfortably warm.

He sat up and found he was dressed in a loose-fitting brown robe,
and absolutely nothing else. No underwear or socks. He pulled the
robe around him and figured he would find out where he was. But
the door was locked. He called out and received no answer, then
called out more loudly, and then yelled as the top of his lungs.
No reply, just silence. Being locked in a room made him very
uneasy. Well, he hoped someone would be in to visit him shortly
and explain.

He heard footsteps and then the door opened. A woman appeared,
dressed in a tan robe that she was holding around herself with
her left hand. She looked him over once, shrugged, and closed the
door behind her.

"Hello!" said John. "So where am I? What's going on?"

"I, I am very confused as well, and I've been told not to talk
about it. But would you... would you be willing to have sex with
me?"

John backed up a step, startled. The woman was an average
twenty-something brunette. As she spoke, she let the robe drop,
revealing a body that was very sexy -- breasts and hips of the
right size, slim in the waist. Shoulder-length brown hair and a
tuft of brown pubic hair. Average twenty-something women were
typically very sexy.

When John hesitated, she lay back in the middle of the bed, legs
spread wide.

"But... But what, where?"

"Better not to ask questions," she said. "Not even about
protection or contraception -- or even foreplay. Just do me and
come inside... please?" He saw her glance at the bulge in his
robe. "Looks like you're ready."

Among all the things he might be asked to do without explanation,
this was surely one of the strangest, but also perhaps the very
most appealing. He let his robe drop and mounted the woman,
letting his thighs down on hers. She held her lips apart. John
aimed his penis and made contact with the hot wet of her opening,
and then he pressed in. This was something he was very familiar
with from his active sex life, and it was something he liked a
whole lot. With repeated thrusts he got his cock in all the way,
and started back and forth, giving her a lusty smile.

She smiled back at him and said, "No need to think about me. Just
come whenever you're ready."

This situation was familiar too, but as a reward for patient work
with his tongue, or on his back, or in this position but doing
things exactly a certain way. But here it was offered for free,
and he took the offer. He pounded away, enjoying the experience
of sex on his own terms. After a minute she said, "I should say
to please come as soon as you're ready." So he wasn't totally
free, but it was the most minor cause for complaint. He thrust
hard and fast, with increasing intensity, and came within a
minute, with a gasp of ecstasy. When he was fully satisfied he
gave a few more lazy thrusts, then pulled out.

The woman immediately got up and put her robe around her.

"So you can't say any more now? Now that it's over?"

"Better not to," she said. She gave a little curtsy, grabbing the
edges of her robe as if it were a skirt. With the robe she was
wearing the effect was to expose her crotch to his view for a
moment. When she realized what had happened, she smiled and
rolled her eyes. She said, "Thank you," over her shoulder as she
went out the door.

Remembering how he had been locked in, he raced for the door
hoping to keep it from shutting, but he was a few moments too
late.

"What's going on?" he said with some volume and exasperation. No
answer. His slick cock was shrinking, and he grabbed a towel from
the bathroom to wipe it off, then lay back on the bed.

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He guessed it was an hour later that he heard footsteps outside
and raced to the door. When he tried it, it was locked, but a
moment later it opened and a woman started through. He pushed her
aside and left the room.

"No, don't do that!" said the woman.

He felt a sharp pain in his head, but figured it was some bodily
quirk.

It was a narrow little room, dimly lit, with a door at the other
end. He raced to that door and turned the handle, but it was
locked. The pain in his head came more sharply. Had he cracked a
neck bone or something? Still, the most critical thing was
getting out. The door opened inward, but still he pressed his
shoulder against it, and then retreated a few inches and bashed
against it with his shoulder, with as much force as he could
muster. That's when he felt a pain again in the back of his head
-- but this was a pain like no other pain he had ever felt. It
was excruciating. When he backed away from the door it stopped.
When he moved towards the door a mild version started again. That
time he had to back up farther to make the pain stop. He got the
idea he was supposed to go back into the room, which was no great
surprise. His robe had fallen off in all the commotion, and he
sat on the edge of the bed naked, catching his breath. He decided
to inspect himself more carefully. At the base of his skull there
was a shaved patch and unevenness suggesting a recent incision.

He motioned the woman over. She was wearing a robe of the same
type that he and the other woman had on, but white.

"Do you know what that is?" he said, showing her the place at the
back of his skull.

"I have one too," she said, holding her robe shut with one arm
and holding her hair out of the way with the other. "They put
something in there and if we do something they don't like, then
they have a remote control to make it hurt."

"They? Where are they?" asked John, anger rising.

After a glance around, she pointed to the smoky mirror. "There, I
suspect. Probably one-way glass."

John strode over to the wall. He was starting to put his face
against the glass when he felt that pain in his neck again. As he
approached again it came again, more intense, and he got the
message. Do not go up to the glass wall.

He said, "What the hell is going on?" approaching the wall, hands
in tight fists. He screamed in rage. The pain again. This was not
a short burst. He grabbed his head with his hands and fell on the
bed, thrashing around. It seemed forever until the pain stopped
and he sprawled out on the bed,.

"See, it's no use," said the woman in the white robe. "We have to
do what they say. That's the way it is -- though I hate it!" As
soon as the words were out of her mouth, she jumped and reached
for her neck, but then relaxed. "I take that back! I don't hate
it."

John took a moment to reflect on his situation.

"Where have you been before this? What have they done with you?"

"Don't ask those things!" said the woman.

"Damn it!" said John, steeling himself for the shock, but none
came. More thoughts along those lines came to him, but he
remembered how the woman had jumped when she said, "I hate it."

"So, what's next?" said John with a sigh.

"You're supposed to have sex with me," she said, tearing up. "I
don't want to. I don't have to pretend to like it, but I have to
let you."

"I'm in a damned prison... how am I supposed to get it up?" asked
John, looking down at his flaccid cock. Just then he felt
something else in the back of his neck, a warm, sort of erotic
feeling. And before his eyes, his erection started growing. This
was in some ways creepier than the pain. Hurting him as part of a
contest of wills was one thing, but readying him for pleasure was
another.

"They did it for me!" he said with wonder. "They made it get
stiff."

"Oh," she said. "Well, however it happened it's good so you can
do it to me."

The woman shed her robe and lay back in the middle of the bed,
legs spread wide, pouting. He attended to the details of her body
for the first time. She was plenty sexy, a bit more fleshy than
the last woman, just a bit over five feet tall, he judged, head
hair and pubic hair reddish, eyes hazel.

"So I've got to do it to you. OK. But I want you to know I'm only
doing it because they're making me!" He felt pain in the back of
his neck that did not go away at once, but it was not the worst
pain.

She saw and gave an impassive look with just a trace of sympathy.

"They've made me a rapist, and I have to like it -- or at least
act like I like it." He could feel the pain rising, but not too
fast. "And I'll do it!" he said loudly. "I'll be the rapist you
want me to be!" The pain stopped.

That other warm feeling in the back of his neck topped off his
erection.

He lay down on her and spread her lips himself, and then placed
his cock and shoved.

"Ow!" said the woman, starting to cry.

She wasn't very wet. He pulled out. "Am I allowed to warm her up
a bit with my fingers?" he said, addressing the wall.

"No!" said the woman softly.

John sighed, but not too loudly, mounted, and entered her. She
yelped with every thrust. He stopped when he could tell it was
enough that he could thrust and still keep his tip inside on the
backstroke. She stopped yelping and just cried. He wanted to come
and he wanted to come fast. Along with the desire to hurt this
woman as little as possible was the basic male desire to finish
up quickly. Her vagina was tight and it chafed, but his cock was
getting stimulation and in some sense knew it was where it was
supposed to be, and a few seconds later he came, spurting. He
tried to keep quiet but couldn't keep from breathing hard. He
pulled out.

The woman was crying softly, and as soon as his penis was out of
the way, she put her hands over her pubic area.

John just lay beside her, not daring to offer any condolence or
apology.

Thirty seconds or so after he had withdrawn his cock from the
woman's body, she twitched briefly. He figured she had gotten a
shock. She quickly got up and put on her robe. As she turned the
handle of the door, she looked back over her shoulder, hesitated,
then said, "I hate you!"

It took John notable self-control not to call, "I'm so sorry!"
after her. Then she was gone.

John made a fist and started pounding the mattress, plaintively
crying out obscenities. He was prepared for the searing pain that
would make him stop, but it didn't come. He pounded and pounded,
and swore and swore. When he had worn himself out, he turned to
the wall, and said, "Whoever you are, you're sick!" and waited
for the pain. None came. He then gave the finger to the mirrored
wall, and got just the very briefest pain in return.

John cleaned his cock off on the towel, stood in front of the
toilet and took a leak. He then put his robe back on and
considered. What was that saying... control what you can and
accept what you can't? So it was time to accept. He sat in the
lotus position. Meditation. He would try meditating. Whatever
situation you're in, make the best of it. That wasn't exactly a
mantra or anything, but seemed like good advice.

But John wasn't any good at meditating. So after a minute he just
lay on his back, angry and confused.

Then he got up and addressed the wall from a respectful distance.
"Um, I'll try to ask a few questions, work up to the subject
slowly, and maybe you can steer me away from forbidden with one
of those gentle shocks."

"If I had a choice, I would not be in this situation. I find it
very distressing. I suspect you know that, but I want to say it
for the record." After a pause, he said, "You've kidnapped me!
You're shocking the hell out of me unless I have sex with women
you choose! That's terrible!" No shock.

"I have so many questions, but I guess you can't give me any
answers -- except patterns of pain in the head?" He said
hopefully. "One little pulse for yes, two for no?" He sighed. "I
hate silence!" Just then he got two light pulses and a third one
that was pretty painful.

"OK, OK, I'm fine with silence!" he said. "If there was something
to pass the time, that would be nice. Books or TV or something.
Even the Book of Mormon."

No answer. No such things were ever provided. He flopped down on
the bed, defeated. His thoughts and feelings were racing and
churning, but after a while he fell asleep. The skylight
suggested it was still daytime.

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Chapter 2

He woke when he heard noises from behind the door. He judged
three hours had passed. It opened and shut. He wasn't sure he
could believe his eyes. It was a naked little girl, carrying a
brown paper bag and three drinks in a cardboard holder. A
take-out order from McDonald's.

He quickly retrieved his robe from where it had landed on the
floor and covered himself with it.

"Hello!" she said cheerfully. "Time for supper!"

"I bet I'm not supposed to ask questions about who you are or
what this is about."

"That's right!" she said with a smile. "But I can tell you I'm
six years old, and my name is Katy."

She sat on the floor with legs crossed. He noticed her little
girl slit -- how could he not? Just noticed it. He never saw
little girl slits, and didn't know how they would change if a
girl sat cross-legged. Not much.

He sat opposite her, keeping his robe in place as best he could,
and they jointly pulled out of the bag some fast food sandwiches
and fries. John ate one bacon cheeseburger, some fries, and a Big
Mac.

John realized he was quite hungry. He reached slowly into the
bag, never quite sure what the assholes in the wall would allow
and what they wouldn't. Assholes. War criminals, if there was a
war. Torturers. Those all fit. Not that he would ever say them
out loud, but they fit.

He decided one more sandwich would fill him up. One fish sandwich
and half a coke later he was done. But then he had another
thought. "How long is this supposed to last me?" he said.

The girl looked puzzled, then looked up in the air and said,
"Until breakfast. This is supper and then you'll get a breakfast
and a lunch."

He noticed then a little thing in and around her right ear that
looked like a hearing aid.

"Is that how you get information from the powers that be?"

She nodded.

"Can you ask them how long I'll be kept in here?"

"Oh, they can hear everything we say, so I don't have to say
anything. You can just say it."

She paused a moment, then said, "They say they won't answer that
question."

John addressed the wall, "I don't want to be here. I would like
you to let me go! As soon as possible! Please?" He looked at the
girl.

She shrugged. "They didn't say anything."

"Done eating?" she asked. She had eaten half a Big Mac and a few
fries, and drunk a little Coke. John nodded. The girl hesitated,
then took a napkin and wiped John's lips, with a little giggle.
He wiped his hands, and the girl put the leftover food and papers
in the bags and put them in the corner, but looked uncertainly at
the unfinished drinks.

"Pour them out in the sink, maybe?" he said.

She smiled and did as he suggested, then put the empty cups in
another bag in the corner.

"I'm glad that giving you a suggestion about the drinks did not
earn me a shock," he said with just a hint of sarcasm. "Just
kidding!" he added with a smile, looking at the mirror.

John sat on the edge of the bed and the girl stood in front of
him. He looked her over carefully for the first time. She had a
pretty face with blue eyes and short blond hair, though it looked
like someone without much skill had just chopped it off
haphazardly. As for her shape, it was just an average little girl
shape. John had observed that a few girls are fat and a few are
painfully skinny, but there was a lot less variation than with
adults. Most girls of a given age have the same basic body plan.

"So!" she said cheerfully. "My name is Katy, I'm six years old,
and you're John. So, now...."

"Am I supposed to have sex with you?" John said, trying to use a
neutral tone.

"Me? No!" she said. "Only a pervert would want to do that!" She
laughed.

John gave a weak smile. Only a pervert would make a guy rape a
woman. Between the pains in the neck and the auto-erection
implant, they could make him try to do it with Katy. He sure
hoped they wouldn't, though.

"I'm Katy, like I said. I love watching grown-ups have sex. Let
me see your penis," she said. John hesitated, then removed his
robe and leaned back. "Oh, that's so cool! Hi, John's penis.
You've got some work to do!" She took the end in her hand and
moved up and down twice, as if she were shaking hands.

"You like to look at a woman's naked private parts, right?"

John nodded.

"And your penis gets long and hard when you do?"

"Sometimes.."

"When you think she's sexy it does, right?"

"Usually."

"And then you love getting up on her, and finding her pussy and
sticking it in?"

"Well, yes..."

"And you really like going in and out fast, pushing it way in
deep?"

John nodded.

"And then you get that great feeling and all that sperm shoots
out the end, up inside her?"

"Often," he said.

Katy shivered and pranced. "What I really love is when the woman
doesn't want to and the man makes her! That's really cool! I love
to watch that!"

"Oh... I figure that's a pretty unusual thing for a girl your age
to want to do." John felt just the lightest little tickle of
discomfort in his head. A warning.

"Oh, I don't know.. I like what I like! I like watching a man
fuck a woman when she doesn't want it. It's called rape... I love
rape! I love the word 'rape' too, and 'fuck', and some other
dirty words."

She looked at him and smiled. "You're really handsome. A lot more
than the last guy!" She quickly added, "But don't ask questions
about that. They won't like that!"

"But from what you've said, can I expect that another woman will
come in, I'm going to rape her, and you're going to watch?"

"That's right!" she said cheerfully.

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The next woman looked like she might have come out of a fashion
magazine. Wide-set blue eyes, blond hair, womanly features but
all on the smaller side to support a slender look.

"What... What's going on?" she said, pulling her pink robe around
her.

John looked expectantly at Katy. "You tell her," she said with an
evil smile.

"You're here to get raped. I am going to have sex with you
whether you like it or not. If you resist, you'll regret it. I'm
looking forward to shoving it up your cunt, you sexy little
thing."

She looked at Katy with anguish. The girl replied, "He's right!
That's what's going to happen! And I love it so much when I see
his penis sliding up into your vagina when you don't want it to.
Come on, you've gotta... No choice!"

"I can't talk you out of this?" she asked John meekly.

"No! Present yourself! Now!"

The woman let the pink robe drop to the floor and lay on the bed,
ready for the taking. He wanted to feel the back her neck. He
managed to get his hand back there in a motion he hoped looked
like a natural part of getting into position. He couldn't feel
anything there, and he was relieved that he didn't get a shock.
He developed a hypothesis... The first two women were "wired" and
knew stuff they weren't supposed to say. This woman didn't know
anything, and any punishment she got would be at his hands. He
sighed.

"Please! I don't want you to... This is rape!"

"Sure is!" chortled Katy.

John's cock slid in easily enough. He thought maybe she was the
sexiest woman he had ever done it with. He suspected he found her
even sexier because she was so unhappy, but put that unpleasant
thought out of his mind. He thrust for a while, long enough to
come if he wanted. They had given no indication of whether they
liked the rapes to be slow or fast. Coming quickly would be the
kind thing to do. But -- shit, he was in an incredibly stressful
situation, one of the few consolations was the feelings he got
from fucking. Did he have to hurry? Would it matter to her just
what it was like? Would it really be worse if it was a little
longer rather than shorter?

Katy chimed in with, "Ha, he shoved it way up in you. He's doing
it to you. Feel it deep inside, where you don't want it?"

Something about Katy's comment changed his thinking. If he had to
act the part of a rapist, why not go for it? Do it like he
thought a rapist would like best? Who knew what this hot, sexy
woman would think? Who knew what made a woman feel better or
worse about a rape? Maybe they were all as horrible as they could
be. He didn't know. He was sure that asking her anything like
that would earn him a good stiff shock.

He had some ideas about what would make it better for him if he
was a real rapist. He adopted a lusty smile, let his full weight
down on her, and grabbed her butt cheeks. And then he grunted and
growled, "Unnnh, unnnh, unnnh.... Very hot babe..." She was
gasping for breath, but he knew she'd get enough air. He wanted
to get his fill of pussy. He lifted himself up so he could get a
good look at her beauty... she was still beautiful with tears
streaming down her cheeks. Then he let himself down again. After
a full half hour he finally lunged frantically in and out, sperm
spewing out of his cock up into the woman.

Katy had offered cruel comments off and on for the first part,
but then she said less and less. Perhaps if you liked watching
people get raped, you'd get bored of it eventually, like you'd
get bored of anything else. But she could tell when he came. "Ha!
Tons of gooey sperm way up inside your cunt! You didn't like
that? Too bad!"

"Very nice, very nice!" he said. "Hey, cheer up. Sex between a
man and a woman. It's natural. He fucks her, and he comes inside.
So maybe you didn't want to do it with me and you didn't want to
do it now, but... details, details!" He sneered as he said it,
and hoped that the sneering would offset their displeasure at the
somewhat conciliatory remarks. In any case, he got no shock.

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The skylight showed it was dark out. Katy said she'd had a
wonderful time and would be back in the morning. She took the
McDonald's bags and containers with her.

He slept fitfully, waking again and again to his horrible
situation, kidnapped and forced to rape women. When he thought
about that last part for even a few seconds, his cock started
getting hard, so he willed himself to think of other things.

Katy arrived with a fast food breakfast from Wendy's. Over time
they would also get barbecue, Chinese, Indian, and Thai. Katy
would also bring shampoo, towels and the like when needed, and
fresh sheets every day.

Along with breakfast, Katy also had an electric razor. He had
mentioned to the wall that he preferred to be clean-shaven, and
they had apparently decided that was a reasonable request. Or
maybe they would have made him shave and shocked him if he
hadn't. He was their pawn.

When they were done she flopped down on the bed on her back,
knees over the edge of the bed, kicking her heels against the
side. She just looked up at the ceiling.

John wasn't attracted to her, but still, a naked 6-year-old on
his bed...

"I don't want to ask too many questions," he said, glancing at
the mirror wall. "But is there some reason you're doing your job
in here naked?"

"I dunno," she said. "It feels right. You're naked and the woman
is naked, so why shouldn't I be too?"

Because people get naked to have sex, and you're not having sex?
John thought.

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They heard noises out in the anteroom, and Katy raced over to let
the new woman in.

She was a little woman with brown hair and brown eyes. But from
the moment Katy explained the agenda and she realized it wasn't a
joke, she started resisting fiercely. It's a good thing she
wasn't very strong, or John wouldn't have been able to wrestle
her into position. He'd actually done some wrestling in high
school, and some of the basics came in handy. He finally had
pried her legs apart with a knee, and held both of her wrists in
one of his hands, pinned up above her head, he was ready to use
his other hand to guide the penetration.

"See, it didn't do you any good," sneered Katy, bring her face up
a foot from the woman's. "All that work and you've got to do it
anyway. Such a waste."

The woman addressed John. "Asshole! Pig! Shithead! Slimeball!
Piece of shit! Your face looks like a fat old lady's cunt!"

John supposed if he was a saint he ought to put up with this. He
was compelled to rape these women, but as a decent guy he
shouldn't make things any worse for the women than he absolutely
had to.

But actually, he would need her to stop because he would have to
come at some point, and he thought that stream of invective would
likely interfere. He gave up on preparing for the fucking for the
moment, and grabbed her around the neck and strangled her,
stopping her breathing. That shut her up. But he wasn't sure how
it would work in the long run. He couldn't kill her -- oh,
please, please, don't make me kill someone!, he thought as he
stole a glance at the mirror wall. But she probably knew he
wouldn't kill her, and when he stopped with the strangling she
was free to yell again. After some thought he came up with
another plan. He manhandled her onto her back and pulled her arm
up behind her. She shrieked.

"I can do it a lot harder than that," he growled at her. He
pulled and she shrieked again. "You going to shut up and
cooperate?"

"OK, OK!" she said.

"Say, 'Please, sir, fuck me.' "

She hesitated, he yanked her arm, and she said it. "Please, sir,
fuck me."

Katy was all smiles. "He sure showed you who is boss, didn't he?
Ha ha!"

John said, "Why don't I just do you from the hind side, as long
as you're in this position." He glanced over at the window,
hoping that if they didn't like the idea they would warn him off
with just a little brain zap instead of a big one.

"What do I do?" asked the woman, voice breaking.

John assumed she was genuinely uninformed. "Get like a female
doggy -- a bitch -- who's about to get it from a dog... Hands and
knees... tilt your pelvis. It really is very satisfying for a
man, or at least me... And kind of impersonal for a woman, if
you're not really enthusiastic about getting it. Maybe the best
of bad choices." He worried maybe he'd get zapped for that, so he
quickly added, "But still rape. Still a guy stuffing his cock up
your cunt!" He aimed, spread her lips, and eased his cock in.

"It's going in, it's going in!" said Katy, face a foot away from
the place where penis was shoving up into vagina.

"Ouch!" said the woman quietly.

"It's pretty dry in there," he said.

"Oh, I can warm her up! I like doing that! Grown women have
everything so big down there, but there's the little happy
button." John pulled his cock back out. "See, John? I'm rubbing
the little button." She turned to the woman. "You like it?"

"No!"

"It makes your pussy wet whether you like it or not!"

That earlier woman had told John he couldn't warm her up, but
apparently Katy could, or the rules weren't consistent, or
something.

The woman didn't answer, and after a minute Katy explored inside
with a finger.

"Wet, but kind of narrow," she said.

"Are you a virgin?" asked John with a lusty smile.

The woman turned to look over her shoulder to talk. "No. But the
guy didn't get it in very far and then it was all over -- shit,
why am I telling you this?"

"Well, well, well. I suppose you're cooperating a little bit in
getting raped, so you'll think it's partly your fault."

"Ha ha!" said Katy, prancing. "You helped him rape you, you
helped him rape you!" she said in a singsong voice.

"But maybe it won't make it feel quite so bad." Actually, knowing
she hadn't ever been fully penetrated didn't have any impact on
what he did. She was tight, and she needed to be stretched.

John grabbed her hips and pushed, then pushed harder. Katy had
done her part; the woman was wet enough, she was just very tight.
He made a little progress. The woman winced and said, 'Shit!'
softly to herself. John just smiled, drew back, and forced his
cock back in. She was so tight it didn't actually feel all that
good, but the idea of it felt very satisfying. Opening up a woman
for the very first time so she could get fucked properly. When he
had stretched her enough that he could do a decent fuck, he got
into a rhythm.

"There, that feel better?" he asked.

"No!" cried the woman, in a loud, angry voice. But she
immediately switched to a much softer tone, and said, "... sir."

Katy laughed and John smiled. As he inched in and out, the
woman's cunt was giving him some pleasure now that the pressure
had eased, but still he was happy to finish up soon.

"You want to tell her what's going to happen?" he said to Katy
with a smile.

"Oh, yeah!" said Katy, leaning over until her face was close to
the woman's. Her commentary matched what John was doing. "His
cock's going to drive in and out more and more... like that...
And he's going to get really excited.... like that... and then
when he feels better than anything and his cock is even a little
bigger than it was before, all this gooey sperm comes out the
end, up inside you! Like that! You can tell it's shooting out
when he starts relaxing... like that..."

John dismounted and realized he was tired. Wrestling with a woman
was hard work, and reaming out a vagina for the first time was
hard work too.

"Get out," he said quietly. "Now!"

The woman wasted no time retrieving her robe and leaving.

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Chapter 3

Katy and John had a lot of down time. Sometimes Katy left after a
woman had gone away with her pussy full of sperm. But sometimes
she stayed. John asked her questions about her life, but she
deflected them. Instead most of the time was spent with him
telling her stories or facts about life. She was remarkably
uninformed for a 6-year-old, even on children's stories. She knew
there was a Santa Claus, but nothing about reindeer or chimneys
or presents.

She whispered very softly in his ear. "I know why they do this,"
she said. "Men pay to sit behind the glass and watch."

John backed away, startled, and then realized he didn't want the
men behind the glass to know anything unusual had happened. Maybe
they would punish Katy too, if she did something really bad. But
suddenly it made a lot more sense. It wasn't just a few guys
torturing him. It was a business! Watch-a-Rape. He had no idea
what they called it, but that was how he'd think of it.

It didn't change anything fundamentally. He supposed he could try
to view the men in charge a bit more neutrally. Maybe they
themselves didn't actively want to see the women get raped. Maybe
they were just businessmen, and were just indifferent to their
suffering -- and his.

But it also got him thinking about Katy. He liked her. She was a
cheerful, friendly child. But she was also cruel. She told the
women how happy she was that they were getting raped, and it
wasn't just an act. If she was being coerced to tell him how much
he liked watching them get raped, as well as telling them that,
then she was quite the actress. She also could have revealed her
coercion in one of their whispered chats. No, she really did like
it.

Maybe it let him feel a little better about himself. He was
raping women, and at least when there wasn't one there with him,
he knew it was wrong and only excused himself because he was
being very effectively coerced, with raw pain. When he was
actually doing it he sometimes got carried away -- but not that
much and not that often, right? If Katy just liked the fact he
was raping them, and liked it all the time, then he was a better
person than her, at least?

But she was also a young child, and there must be some reason she
was so cruel, based on her environment, and she could change,
right?

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The women came in, one after another, usually three a day.

John refined his introductory spiel. "I have to fuck you, and you
have to let me. Otherwise I'll hurt you until you agree. Don't
ask why, that's just the way it is. Katy here is just watching
and offering commentary. Doggy style or missionary, your choice."

He realized with a bit of shame that he always got an erection on
his own, without that special command they gave his brain to make
it happen. But if he in fact had to fuck her, he needed to get it
up, and the prospect of fucking a woman made his cock rise.
Whether it was rape or true love didn't matter. He'd have to be
excited enough to come too. He didn't want to know if they had
another control that would make him come, and he never found out.

This next woman had eyes wide with fear and was holding back
tears, and now she lay on her back about to take it. She was a
willowy woman with the most lovely slightly wavy dirty blond
hair. Her breasts were just perfect -- not too small and not
sagging to the side. She was willowy but there was a definite
flare at her hips, and -- no pubic hair! It looked like she had
just shaved. Her absence of hair made it easier to make out the
exact contours of her pussy lips, which were already open just a
bit to give a peek at the treasures inside. Her legs were wide
apart. However miserable she might be, she knew what was coming
and had arranged herself to accept it. John gave a lusty smile,
and lowered himself.

Katy then said, "Wait!" She was listening in her ear. "They say
you don't have to do her if you don't want to. You can, but it's
up to you."

What? This was something totally new. He had been all set to rape
this woman and achieve his animal pleasure, like with all the
others. But... If he didn't have to... And looking at her face...

"You're going to do it to her, right?" said Katy. "I want to see
it!"

John said, "Um, no, I'm not going to." To the woman he said, "You
may go." Would an apology earn him a punishment? When she had
gone he turned to the wall and simply asked. "If I can stop, can
I also apologize?"

Katy said, "Nope."

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A 40-something woman came in, with the usual robe. What was the
color of this one? Mauve?

Katy spoke before John launched into his spiel, "Now you get to
have sex with John. Don't you like that idea?"

"No! What the hell is this?"

"You don't have any choice. John's going to have sex with you
whether you want it or not. He's going to rape you."

"Not if I have anything to say about it," she said, standing
against the wall, in a fighting stance. This woman was nearly six
feet tall. Her breasts were large, her hips ample.

John knew what he was supposed to do. But he wouldn't just
volunteer this time. He stood there. Five seconds later there was
a warning pain in his head. When he still didn't move, there was
a full second's worth. "Ouch," he said, shaking his head. He
sighed and strode towards her. "On the bed. Now! Or you'll regret
it!"

The woman didn't move. He attacked. A mere few seconds later, he
had her turned around, pinned against the wall, with her arm
twisted up behind her back. "You ready to cooperate?" he asked.

"No!" she shouted, still struggling. John raised the arm.

"Ah, shit! Yes, OK! You asshole, I'll do it."

John let her go, standing back out of the way, wary, while the
woman sat on the bed. "You're a pig!" she hissed.

"And keep your opinions to yourself!" said John. Katy was
standing in the corner, beaming as she looked on.

When the woman was on her back with her legs spread, she draped
her arm over her face. Katy came on up.

"So how does it feel? John's about to do it to you and you don't
want him to!"

"Who the hell are you?" growled the woman.

"I'm Katy, and I love watching!"

"Well, you're a sick kid!" she spat.

John said, "You keep your opinions to yourself, about me and her
too... About everything, OK?" he said, forcefully. "You're going
to get it up the cunt, and that's the way it is!"

He didn't have to use that word.

"Let's see if you're wet, though," said Katy, reaching a finger
out and shoving it unceremoniously into her vagina. "No, pretty
dry... John's penis deserves a nice smooth cunt to rape, so we'll
see what we can do... She reached down to get a small paper bag
she had brought in. Out of it she produced a little device, and
when it started humming John knew at once it must be a vibrator.
"Ta-da! They gave me this and said it might make things go more
easily than just using my fingers."

"Makes sense," said John.

"Oh, arrrgggghhh!" growled the woman, but she didn't say anything
with words and lay back, accepting her fate.

"You don't want John to stick his penis in you but when I take
this thing and put it right here, then things happen anyway.
Doesn't that feel good?" Katy didn't wait for an answer. "Your
body thinks it feels good. It knows what's coming and it's
getting ready." After thirty seconds of pressing and moving it
around gently, Katy removed it and tested the woman's vagina
again. "Much better! OK, time to get raped!" She looked back at
John while she held the woman's folds apart.

John moved forward, put his cock where it was supposed to go, and
pushed. For some reason he got a bit reflective. It really was
quite hot and smooth and welcoming. He got into a rhythm of
thrusting. Despite everything else, his reptile brain saw a
female of his species who was available to mate with, and it made
him hard and told him to do it. Told him that whatever else was
going on, fucking up this cunt was good and right and proper.

"Oh!" said Katy. "John's penis is big and hard and long and
filling you up all the way and you don't want that. You don't
want that at all, do you? ... he's going to come inside you... I
can feel it coming. Lots of juicy sperm... You like that idea?"

The woman tensed and closed her eyes, and her face twitched. John
felt it unmistakably -- her vagina squeezed around his cock
rhythmically. It was a thrilling touch to the experience, so John
pumped faster and harder and then... shoved deep and held still,
while his sperm filled her upper vagina. He had heard rumors of
simultaneous orgasm during rape, but he figured it was mostly
just fantasy.

John wasn't required to inform Katy of this fact, he figured, but
he wanted to. "She came, Katy, she came! Had an orgasm."

"Really?" said Katy, eyes wide. "While being raped?"

"I couldn't help it," grumbled the woman, starting to get up.

"Wait, wait!" said Katy. "I want to get some of the sperm out!"
The woman lay back, impassive, while Katy worked her index finger
as far into her as she could. When she removed it, there were
streaks of white. She sniffed it. "Yeah, he did it! John filled
you with sperm!"

John didn't need to say anything, probably. But he said, "Slut
came while being raped. 'Couldn't help it.' Yeah, sure... Get out
of here!"

"Delighted to," said the woman between clenched teeth, as she got
up and left right away.

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It was the middle of the night, and it was pitch black. John
heard something out of the ordinary. Was it the door opening?

Katy was sleeping on the bed with him. He could faintly hear a
whispering sound in her ear.

"Hey, Katy," he said, shaking her shoulder.

"Whuh?" Then she whispered, "There's a woman there. You're
supposed to rape her. I'm so sleepy."

John slid off the bed towards the door.

"Who's there?" said a woman's voice.

"Ah, just me, your little old rapist. You're gonna be raped. You
got two choices. On your back or doggy style. Pick it and then I
rape you. Don't try to argue."

He heard her trying the door, which had locked behind her.

"Like hell!" she said.

He caught an arm, she tried to twist away, then with his other
arm he brought in her whole torso against him. She wriggled and
flailed. Well, time for the usual. He pushed her down on the bed.

"Ow!" said Katy.

"Sorry, dear, but I'm raping someone and you gotta get out of the
way."

"OK, OK," said the little voice.

With Katy out of the line of fire and the woman face-down on the
bed, he twisted her arm up behind her until she cried out. He
twisted harder, and she shrieked. "I can do this a lot harder,"
he said. "So, you willing to cooperate? It's much easier." He
realized that with this arm movement thing he had a standard
technique for compelling cooperation.

There was no answer. He twisted her arm up again. "Ow! Yes, I'll
cooperate -- asshole."

"No more words like that," he said. "Just slide onto your back...
legs apart."

"I know how to get to get fucked," she said with disgust.

He had no idea what this woman looked like. She seemed about
average in size. He tested her pussy hole with his finger. Pretty
dry. He started fluttering over her happy button. "Hey, Katy, I'm
doing your job, with the warming up."

"That's OK, you can do it," she said, yawning through the last
half of the reply.

"Oh, great, foreplay," said the woman.

"Watch it," he said. "Funny thing, though. It works, however much
you don't want to get it."

"Yeah, I know. Reflex, and all that. Women got raped a lot when
we evolved."

"That's right... This is an old tradition! -- Don't answer that."

The pussy seemed wet enough. John mounted, he thrust, and his
cock was in the vagina, which was indeed wet enough. In and out
he thrust, grunting.

"I know, yeah, you ejaculate and try to start a baby -- old
tradition."

"Yeah, sounds right," he said. "Ten seconds for me to have
another descendant -- years for you to raise it for me, ha ha.
His excitement was building. "Oooohhhhh!" he groaned, delivering
his load. He didn't dismount right away.

The woman wriggled beneath him, but he didn't get up off her.

He said, "Just wait a minute. The rapist's manual doesn't say I
have to pull out right away. Hey, Katy, you wanna come feel what
it's like. It's all over, but my cock is still up her cunt."

"Yeah, OK," said Katy. John felt the little presence approach,
and felt hands here and there, all different places. "That's
funny. There's your boobs, so down here... Aha, his cock is still
up your cunt, what do you think of that, huh?" Somehow in her
sleepy state the sneering quality came across as half-hearted.
"So he dumped you full of sperm? Got what you deserved!"

"I don't know who the hell she is... Are you a pedophile and fuck
her in your spare time?"

Katy laughed. "No, of course not, silly. I'm too little!"

John figured that defused the situation enough. "You may go. Just
keep in mind those millions of sperm up inside, trying to make
you pregnant. Maybe one will succeed."

"Wrong time of month. But I guess that's what's going through a
guy's head -- and his dick -- when he fucks everything in sight
with a cunt."

"Yeah, pretty much. You were a good lay."

"Yeah, well, fuck you."

"Out the door with you. Right now!"

When she turned the door handle he could hear it open, and then
he heard it close again.

In a voice loud enough for the people behind the glass to hear,
he said, "What's the point of that. It's dark. Totally dark."

"Katy?"

"Whu?"

"Are they saying anything?"

"Yeah, infra-red, whatever that means."

"It's a perfect explanation, now go back to sleep."

"Yeah, g'night," said the little girl.

John had to admit that the folks who ran Watch-a-Rape did come up
with new and different scenarios. It wasn't boring. He was glad
it was totally dark and no one could see his smile -- except
maybe in infra-red. He wiped it off his face. He was being forced
into this! He would never rape a woman if he had any choice about
it!

He lay back, feeling very satisfied. He wasn't awake for long,
and then he was out.

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Chapter 4

Katy woke John up in the middle of the night, and started a
conversation with the very softest of whispers. It was totally
dark.

"You asked me why I like to watch women get raped."

"Yeah."

"It's my daddy. Daddy raped lots of women. Lots of the time I
could peek in and see it." She paused. "Then my daddy died. I
really miss him. I never knew my mommy."

Aha! The horrible childhood that had made her love seeing women
raped!

John heard a sniffle, but then Katy became quiet again.

"So those guys who set this all up -- they were friends of my
dad's, and they were the only people I had after he died. When
they found out how much I liked to watch rape, they thought I'd
be a good person to be in this room here. Maybe the guys will pay
more if I'm in here? I dunno."

John thought a while, and then whispered, "I don't know what's
going to happen, but just maybe I'll somehow get out of here
before you. And if I do, then... If you're happy living the way
you are, then by all means just keep on. But if you'd like to try
a life with a family -- a mom and a dad who'd love you, a nice
house in the suburbs, school and friends your own age, let me
know and I'll come get you."

"No, I'm happy here," she whispered in return. "This is my
family."

"Even so -- just in case." He told her a phone number and an
email address and made her rehearse them until she had them
memorized.

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John gave his introductory speech.

"Ooooo, you're a special case!" said Katy, her hand coming down
from her ear. He had noticed she often put her hand up to her ear
just before she relayed something from them to him.

"John's going to make you pregnant! Wouldn't you like his baby?
They've got it all worked out. You're fertile."

"No, I do not want that!" said the woman. She looked strongly
East Asian -- Japanese perhaps. John figured it wouldn't be
surprising if she didn't want a half-Caucasian baby, especially
if she was married to someone who looked like her too. That was
in addition to not wanting to have a baby by some strange man
against her will.

"I'll take it from the rear," she said, almost spitting.

The idea of doing it from the rear to make a woman pregnant felt
like a good combination. That was how all the animals did it, and
the only reason animals did sex at all was to make babies.

Katy's vibrator got the woman all warmed up, and John moved up
behind her on his knees to take his prize. She had a perfect
pussy -- hot and wet, but with a special enticing texture -- kind
of grainy. John pumped in and out lustily. It sure felt good. The
pleasure was intense,and his orgasm would happen soon, when Katy
said, "Wait! They say it's up to you. You can stop now and pull
out and not make her pregnant. But you don't have to."

John felt a surge of anger. He was in a very hot pussy, on his
way to orgasm, and they presented a moral dilemma? It wasn't
fair! He pumped and then pumped a little harder, and then lunged
in deep and held still as his cock fired. It was all of 15
seconds since Katy had relayed that he had a choice. He pulled
out.

"Gee, thanks!" said the woman, who had heard Katy's message.

"Oh, fuck you!" he said. "They can't expect a guy to do moral
philosophy when he's right on the verge of orgasm -- and the
verge of making someone pregnant."

"That's easy for you to say... You don't have to live with the
consequences."

"But you do!" said Katy with an unkind sneer. "Ha, ha!"

"Get out, now!" said John.

"I can tell the baby her daddy was an asshole," muttered the
woman on the way out.

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John loved this kind of woman. She wasn't the prettiest, and she
was a bit chunky, but she had accepted her fate gracefully.
Apparently she figured that in a situation she couldn't control,
she might as well have the best time she could. So she asked to
have a turn with the vibrator after Katy had warmed her up. John
wondered if he would get a shock that was intended to tell her to
stop, or they would tell that directly to Katy, but they didn't.
In under a minute she had an orgasm. After catching her breath,
she handed the vibrator to Katy, lay back in position and said to
John, "OK, big guy. If you really have to fuck me, fuck me the
way you like best." And she gave a sweet smile.

John didn't have any particular ideas about what he liked best.
Usually he tried to suppress his tendency to leer at the woman he
was fucking, but this time he didn't. Whatever the circumstances,
fucking was not just the ultimate in pleasure, but it also felt
good and right too. He gave a long "Ooooooooohhh!" when he came,
and was delighted to see his mate smiling up at him.

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This "woman" looked more like a girl. She barely had breasts, and
her hips were just starting to widen, her pubic hair just coming
in.

"Oooo, this one is really special!" said Katy. "She's a virgin,
and though she's young her body is all set to get pregnant, they
can tell."

Blond and blue-eyed, the girl cried softly but got into position
without complaint. Katy produced the vibrator.

"What's that?" asked the girl with wide eyes.

"A vibrator! Makes you feel good in the sexy parts. Have you ever
played with your sexy parts?"

The girl shook her head.

"Well, it feels good, and if you use this it feels even better.
But we use it here to make you wetter on the inside so when
John's penis goes in it goes in smooth. Wow, a girl your age for
John to fuck... So see John's penis... See how big it is? Ha, it
just twitched! He's going to shove that into your vagina. Or
cunt. That's the better naughtier word. Your cunt." She laughed.
"I've tried to make your cunt as wet as I can."

John saw the girl gulp, and tears form in her eyes.

"John's going to fuck you! Do you want John to fuck you?"

The girl shook her head vigorously.

"He's going to anyway. Even though you're wet enough it's still
going to be awfully tight. I bet it's going to hurt. Haha, I get
to see you hurt! I'm lucky!" She grinned.

John placed his tip at her opening and pushed.

"No," said the girl. "Please?"

John could have made some snide remark, but somehow with her he
didn't want to.

"Ow! ... It hurts! ... It's too big!" she said as he continued
his relentless penetration.

Katy smiled at each one of her expressions of distress.

The girl wasn't as tight as John expected... he guessed virgins
varied in their tightness, like all people differed in different
ways. But she sure was sexy... so fresh... Maybe she wasn't
full-grown, but she had all the right parts, and with a vagina
feeling like that, it was hard to imagine she was too young for
what they were doing. A virgin, and impregnation. John tried not
to gloat, but it was really extraordinarily nice. But then his
pleasure built and built, his balls and loins starting to churn.

"Wait!" said Katy suddenly. "You have to stop and pull out! You
have to!"

John hesitated just a moment, anger rising within him along with
all those other feelings. He jammed his cock in as deep and hard
as he could. Several things happened at once.

The girl screamed, semen shot the length of John's cock, on its
way to make her pregnant, and John screamed, as a long, severe
shock brought him incredible pain. His stiff cock popped out of
the young girl and he writhed. It was just a few seconds, but
what a few seconds!

For once, Katy was speechless. She said, "Are you OK?" to the
girl, but she gave no sign of hearing, instead dealing with the
pain of the sudden deep penetration into the upper part of her
vagina that had never been invaded before. This John knew, in the
back of his mind, even as he was preoccupied recovering from his
own agony..

"Are you OK?" Katy asked John.

"I'll be OK," he said. "Guess I deserved it. I didn't do what
they said." He didn't think he deserved it. He thought it was
very unfair. But with the memory of his most recent pain, he was
not going to say anything along those lines.

"It's not fair!" said Katy to John, then turned to the wall and
shouted, "That wasn't fair!" As far as he knew, Katy was not
implanted with any electrodes, so if they were going to punish
her, they would have to do it later.

"I'm sorry!" John said to the girl. He didn't have to go that
deep. She didn't need to be the victim of his anger at the men
behind the glass. He expected a shock for his comment but didn't
get one.

"Yeah, I'm sorry too," said Katy.

The girl got up, crying, put on her robe and left, crying the
whole time.

By then it was late afternoon, and John was shaken.

Supper was McDonald's, but he didn't eat much.

He thought he'd have trouble sleeping, but he didn't remember
waking up in the night at all. Instead he awoke in his own bed in
his own home!

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Chapter 5

There had been no warning, no chance to say goodbye to Katy or
the situation or the mirror wall. Just that final fuck where he
got shocked for disobeying -- the first time that had ever
happened during a fuck -- also the first time they had ever
ordered him to stop instead of just offering a choice. Maybe it
was no accident that the evil men had done that. Maybe they knew
he was going home that night and so he left with a bang. Maybe it
would be the last time he ever had to rape anyone. He was deeply
ashamed when he realized he would miss it -- a lot. At least his
animal self would, and somehow his animal self had grown over the
past months.

He scanned the web to get oriented. He had been gone four months.
136 days, to be exact. His disappearance hadn't made the news,
and he wasn't listed as a missing person. This wasn't too
surprising. He was a single guy who lived alone. He had no close
friends or family. Taking off alone for a few weeks at a time
without warning was something he had chosen to do more than once
in his past.

During his absence, the company he did contract work for had
terminated him. Both of his sometime girlfriends had left him. A
friend asked why he had stood him up for a lunch date, another
why he had missed their tennis date. All were annoyed, and
further annoyed when he did not answer repeated messages.

He most definitely did not want to go to the police. He had
committed well over 100 felonies -- 200 maybe? -- and each of
those hundred women would likely remember in vivid detail the
look of the guy who had forced himself on her, grappling,
penetrating, grunting, and spewing into her vagina while his face
showed such pleasure. And what happened to all those women,
anyway? He certainly hoped the evil masterminds hadn't killed
them all. If they had been snatched from a wide enough area and
just returned to where they were taken from, it might not
coalesce into a single case in the eyes of the police. Had the
women been given that date-rape drug? Given what he knew, that
was the arrangement that would have been most humane to them.

Would anyone believe his story to publicize it in the first
place?A guy who claimed he had been forced into raping a hundred
women would most likely be categorized as a nut job. He did still
have the rough patches on the back of his head, and they didn't
seem different than they had been lately, so the bad guys had
probably not undone their surgery. A brain X-ray would show
something, presumably. It would probably get enough publicity
that if any of the women had intact memories, they could come
forward. Any one of them could identify him as the rapist. If any
had remembered and had also gone to police, their rape kit would
have his semen in it. So would rape kits of women who knew they
had been raped but had no memory of it. He would likely be
charged with a number of rapes, with plenty of evidence for
conviction.

He wasn't sure anyone would believe he had been coerced. How
would they know what agony he felt when they pushed the button to
punish him? How bad would it have to be in the eyes of the law to
excuse so many rapes? And more than once the bad guys had told
him he didn't need to actually complete the rape, and he had done
it anyway. In retrospect he was ashamed, but also aware that when
most men had mounted a sexy woman, stiff penis poised to enter
her vagina, they might not always do the right thing when told to
stop. Even fewer would stop if they were already fucking away and
approaching orgasm.

If the Watch-a-Rape facility was ever raided, the picture would
likely get worse. Were there video cameras behind that one-way
mirror?

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A month later he got a call from Katy. She gave an address and a
recognition signal. He set out to get her as soon as he hung up
the phone. He drove through the night and stopped as seldom as he
could, and after 17 hours he got to the right spot in the right
city, gave the pre-arranged signal, and Katy walked out, got into
his car, and they drove away.

John quickly drove some distance away before stopping to talk to
Katy a little and see that she was OK physically. It was not easy
within the confines of the car, but she moved around until she
had plastered herself against his front. He felt a bit of
tenderness for this level of trust. After half an hour he peeled
her off. Then he drove her back to his home. He broke the trip
with a night at a motel to catch up on his sleep. She slept on
her side, curled up within John's own curled body -- spooning.

Katy later revealed that Dave, one of the men who was part of the
Watch-a-Rape cartel, saw that the new guy was especially creepy
and was starting to sexually abuse Katy, more and more. She
didn't put it in those words, but that was the story John pieced
together. When they were alone Dave asked her if she had anywhere
to go. By then she was very nervous about an unknown world
outside, but even more upset by this new guy, so she was willing
to get out. She thought of John and remembered his contact
information.

Katy was not in any condition to have serious talks when he first
picked her up. Another guy Deshon had been brought in to take
John's place. She said he was tall and strong and black. She and
John and almost all the women were white. John had a hunch then
why he had been replaced, but didn't need to share it with Katy.
She reported that Deshon had been gruff with her but hadn't hurt
her.

So, as for what they should do... John was exhausted and
emotionally drained, but even in that state he could see that a
great deal had changed. Women were still being raped, and now
they knew where it was happening and could put a stop to it.

When they got back to his house, he set up Katy in the spare
bedroom and figured they could take a day or two to rest and
think and figure out what to do.

He supposed that tipping off the police as to the location could
be done anonymously and wouldn't immediately lead to him, but
chances were high he would soon be discovered. Whoever had
kidnapped him could reveal his identity to reduce his own
sentence. Very bad things would happen, and that had not changed.

Of course sacrificing his freedom to keep more women from being
raped was perhaps the moral thing to do... but he also got to
consider the chances it would soon be discovered by some other
means. If so, that would limit the harm he could prevent, right?

But now he had to think about Katy too. She reported that she had
no people in the world except the criminals in the ring. Perhaps
social services would uncover some cousins who might take her.
But first, she would be grilled and interrogated mercilessly. Her
cruel behavior towards women being raped would be uncovered. As a
minor -- and a 7-year-old at that -- she would face no legal
consequences, but the stigma would follow her for life. Maybe
they would try to shield her identity, but he doubted they could
in the long run.

Katy's opinions mattered too, and he discussed it with her.
"Katy, you know this whole life you have been living is a
secret... And that if the police knew they would arrest them
all."

"Yeah, I knew that. But if they stopped then Deshon wouldn't get
happy raping those women, and they wouldn't get what they
deserve!"

John was silent a while. She was loyal to her daddy, and no one
had given her the basic facts about what was right and what was
wrong. He had clung to the hope that her commentary during rapes
had been partly an act.

"Do you think all women deserve to be raped?" he asked softly.

"Well -- no, I guess not. But those men picked the ones who
needed it, just like my daddy used to."

"Do you know how they figured out who deserved it?"

"No. But they must have had a way."

"Some women do bad things, but when they do, the people who
discover it go to the police and the women get charged with a
crime. Then a judge figures out if they actually did something
wrong and he gives them a fine or maybe sends them to prison for
a while if they're guilty."

"But sometimes they do wrong stuff and the men don't want to go
to the police and have to punish them themselves."

"Why don't they want to go to the police?" How big a project
would it be to get through to her? Or maybe it couldn't be done?

"Because..." She stopped. He could see the wheels turning in her
head. "Because they've done bad stuff themselves?"

John nodded and smiled, but then the smile disappeared. He was
going to propose that the two of them not go to the police. How
could he explain the difference?

"The kinds of things women do where the judges punish them are
like hitting people a lot, or stealing from them. What sort of
bad things did the women do that your daddy punished?"

"Some of them cheated on their men," she said.

"Cheating on your man might not be a nice thing to do, but the
judges would never send a woman to prison for that. Women get to
decide who they sleep with and who they don't. And if a woman
doesn't want to sleep with a man and he forces her, it's called
rape. That's a serious crime."

"But it's so much fun to watch a woman get raped!" said Katy with
glee.

John thought carefully about what to say next. "There are good
reasons why you think it's fun, but sometimes fun things are very
wrong."

"But you raped women. And you liked it a lot!"

John took his head in his hands. "Did you forget the shocks they
gave me? They had this wire in my brain, and if I didn't do what
they said, they did something that hurt. It hurt a lot. It hurt
so much I couldn't stand it. And they made it clear that if I
didn't rape the woman, they would hurt me. First a little, then
more and more. As for liking it... It's hard to explain, but men
like sex, and if they have to do it, it's going to feel good."

"Oh. Is that why you were moving around all funny and saying
curse words when you first got there? Deshon did that too."

"That's right." Katy appeared to be thinking, and he decided to
leave the conversation there. She had a lot to think about. So
they took a break and went about their own business and it was
two hours a later he resumed the conversation.

"So do you think what those men are doing is bad? Something that
ought to stop?"

Katy nodded solemnly -- perhaps a little reluctantly, but she
didn't hesitate before nodding.

"We do know where we were, given where I picked you up."

"I'm not so sure. Dave had me lie down in the back seat of the
car and we drove for maybe half an hour before we got to the
place where you picked me up."

"Oh." That made things a bit less clear. "We could still tell
them what city and what to look for as best we can tell."

"OK."

"But I don't actually want to tell them who we are."

"Why not?"

"Because we don't want the police to know." He anticipated her
objection. "The difference is that we're not going to do anything
wrong in the future. And as for the past, you and I didn't do
anything wrong, though it will look to the police like I did lots
of very wrong things -- all those rapes. You won't be charged
with any crime because you're too young, but they'll ask you tons
of questions and lots of them won't be very nice to you. Then
they'll maybe keep you in a sort of dormitory for a little while,
then find a family for you to live with. Maybe they'll find some
cousins, or some foster parents, or maybe you would eventually be
adopted, and be a normal girl in a normal family."

"No! No, no... Staying in the police house -- I had to do that
once when my daddy was in trouble. I really, really don't ever
want to be there again!" Apparently that first step in her likely
fate was enough to make that whole process seem like something to
be avoided at all costs.

John looked at her a while and thought. So they weren't going to
the police. What could they do?

How long could she go before she let the secret slip, the secret
that would complicate her life and likely leave him in prison for
life? And if she got through that, what family was going to want
a girl who instinctively thinks it's good if women are raped and
cheers the rapists on? A girl who has never known a mother or
nurturing female? A girl whose daddy casually raped women
wholesale?

He couldn't trust her to interact with other children. He could
only think of one solution. The two of them had to go into
hiding, and were stuck together for many years. Ultimately he
would have to set her free to go where she wanted and tell
whatever story she wanted, but not for a few years yet.

It's hard to go into hiding in most areas. There are police on
duty, and town inspectors, and they want to account for every
person. Living down some long dirt road in the country isn't
going to protect you.

After research, John found that the place for them was in rural
Utah, a place where there are many fundamentalist Mormons. They
still practice polygamy, and for that reason are in a hostile
stand-off with police. And since those Mormons don't want other
people asking them too many questions, they are not going to ask
too many questions of a new arrival once they figure out he's not
in cahoots with the authorities. The natural story was that Katy
was his daughter. By selling his house, John had enough to live
on indefinitely in a place where the cost of living was so very
low.

The Watch-a-Rape ring was busted a month after John sold his
house and moved to Utah with Katy. It got front-page coverage in
the local paper back east, but other places it was just a
paragraph. In the police reports, Katy and John were described in
detail, including sketches made from people's memories, but very
few people would dig into police reports from thousands of miles
away.

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Chapter 6

John bought a cabin up in the hills. It had been vacant for two
years, but the owners had at least made sure the roof didn't
leak. He offered a good price, and the Mormon owners were happy
to get it off their hands. It wasn't too hard to make it livable.
It was in the area where police were hesitant to go, but living
there did not require any interaction with the Mormons. That was
the ideal situation.

Even before they left the east, John had grown a mustache and
full beard, which made him look quite different from the man who
had raped up to three women a day. He wore sunglasses a lot when
he went into town.

John kept up on the news in a sort of internet cafe in town.
That's also where he bought groceries and clothing and the other
bare essentials they needed. For energy they had propane and
kerosene (and candle wax!), but did without electricity. It was a
weighty decision to leave Katy off the web, but he feared much of
what she would learn. She would fall prey to the celebration of
people's worst instincts. She would be bombarded with advertising
for things she couldn't have. She certainly couldn't interact
with others on social media! The degree to which the web was
wallowing in people's worst instincts was stunning, when you
stopped to think about it. We had grown used to it became it came
on so gradually. But compared to zero, its difference from a
calm, moral life was stunning. Most kids couldn't avoid the web
these days, but Katy could. And he decided she would.

John got a battery-powered CD player so they could listen to
classical music and what John judged was fairly wholesome.

He bought schoolbooks for Katy. He was going to try to run
home-schooling for one. She quickly learned to read, and with
little else to do she read a lot. Somewhat to John's surprise,
the two of them jointly somehow arranged things so she actually
did well with just about the whole curriculum. Despite her
terrible childhood, she seemed to have good genes. She was very
smart. The two of them would take long hikes and learn about
details of the surrounding scrub, forest, and desert that few
others would. He taught her how to cook to the basic level he had
attained, and she went much further by carefully reading
cookbooks.

Katy would miss the ability to socialize normally with peers, but
that was just the price she would have to pay for her father's
crimes. There was no way she could be allowed to socialize with
the local Mormon children. They might naturally expose her to
values that were totally against what he believed. (In an
exposition of those beliefs, one would start with the fact that
he was a staunch Democrat.) More importantly, she might let slip
some juicy stories that would spread like wildfire, attract
notice and blow their cover.

John insisted they wear clothes, even in very warm weather. In
summer he managed to keep her in underpants without a major
fight.

There were two bedrooms, and naturally John took one and assigned
the other to Katy. But Katy didn't like to sleep alone. The poor
kid had been largely denied consistent, affectionate human
contact when she was younger. Now she found herself living with a
man who provided those things. Naturally she wanted his company
at night. But in the world she would enter one day, people slept
alone unless they were a couple, so she needed to be used to that
too. John let her sleep with him every other night.

Soon after Katy started staying with him, long before they got to
Utah, she asked what he was going to do for pleasure if he wasn't
raping women. He described how masturbation worked, but refused
to demonstrate for her. She had to make do with illustrations in
books. Katy had applied the vibrator to herself back in captivity
and knew she could get some of those same feelings with her
fingers. When the subject came up in some other context, he
learned that she didn't especially want to. Since she didn't ask
for a vibrator, he didn't buy her one.

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Katy's body began stirring when she was just nine years old.
Month by month the little nipples grew into small mounds, and
hips began to appear. Downy hair made its appearance on underarms
and her pubic area.

When she snuggled in against him at night, she snuggled closer,
and squirmed a bit. John had gotten erections on and off since
they first lived together. Katy knew all about erections and what
they could do. He explained that sometimes they just happened and
didn't mean anything. But now he got one whenever she squirmed
against him. She knew it wasn't just a random happening any more,
and teased him once about being a pervert. He reminded her that
for much of her childhood she could have been considered a
pervert. She was quiet a while, he reassured her once more about
how nothing she had done was her fault, but she never teased him
on that subject again.

They say most fathers and daughters have no sexual interest in
each other, as long as he was there from the start taking care of
her. Katy and John had missed that connection. John's sexual
preference was for women in their 20s, but there were none of
them around. Even if they were nowhere near their final sizes,
Katy had breasts and hips and a vagina that reminded John very
strongly of those same organs on adult women.

As for Katy, she had been immersed in sexual activity from the
time she was a young girl, as an observer and later as
commentator. Her commentary had truthfully conveyed her
fascination with sex and her strong positive feelings about
seeing it and seeing the woman being forced into sex -- raped. If
there had been a woman sharing the house with her and John, she
might have been eager from the start to watch John rape her, but
there was no such woman, and John would never have done that
anyway.

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It was the first truly warm evening of the year. Katy was ten and
a half. She had stripped down to her underpants. Decorum would
have suggested John insist on her covering her top the previous
summer, because there were definitely things growing out of her
chest that never grew out of a boy's chest. But he hadn't. And
with the passing of a winter they were notably more prominent
now. Now he caught glimpses of her naked top through the day and
found his crotch getting warm. He thought she saw him looking at
her once.

It was a night when Katy was due to sleep alone. She typically
went to bed an hour or so before he did. He found himself in bed
a little earlier than usual, and chose to wear only underpants
himself, due to the warm weather.

A minute after he was in bed, he heard and saw her come in. It
was not yet completely dark outside. He knew he was supposed to
tell her to go back to her own bed, but he did not. She snuggled
back against him but squirmed unmistakably, John's erection
quickly rose, and she quickly discovered it.

Then she turned over to face him, and ran her hand slowly up and
down his arm, and then his back. After a moment John followed
suit, rubbing up and down her arm and her back. Katy then moved
to John's front and caressed his stomach and then moved upward,
swirling her finger around his right nipple. John did the same,
and then ever so slowly Katy swirled in closer and closer.

John said, "Katy, um, we don't usually do this, you know."

She giggled briefly. "Gosh, you're right, now you mention it."
She continued to swirl right to his nipple.

John held off for a few more seconds, and then his fingers were
swirling right around Katy's far more significant nipple and then
he caressed it. Katy inhaled just a little extra, but he knew she
had felt arousing touch.

"Are you sure you want to be doing this?"

"Yes... And I'm not going to ask if you're sure, because I want
you to do this kind of thing whether you're sure or not." She
reached up to hold his lips shut for a few seconds.

"We've never been exactly father and daughter, have we..." he
said.

"No. When I met you I was a naked little girl watching you rape
grown women and getting very excited by it. That's not
father-daughter stuff."

"No, but it's not, um, boyfriend-girlfriend stuff either."

"Boyfriend-girlfriend make it sound like we're in fourth grade or
something."

"What would you call our relationship?"

"I don't want to say." She reached her lips forward to kiss him,
and John didn't resist. It was not a father-daughter kiss. It was
the kiss of lovers, and once they had started, neither of them
pulled away. He kissed her back. The ongoing kiss was a question
and an answer and a question and an answer, back and forth to
infinity. It released the gravity of their bodies, and they
immediately pressed against each other from head to toe.

"You're so young!" he said plaintively.

"I'm old enough for one of those Mormon patriarchs; they take 'em
at my age or younger."

"I guess... I'm not sure that's right. In fact I know that's not
right."

"But it's not because of the age, right? It's because they're
third, fourth, fifth wives."

She and John had discussed this many times. "Yeah, that's a big
part of it."

"Maybe it's not right for them or the world but it's right for
us."

"But... But I'm still the boss, right? Like when we go out and
where and all?"

"A woman must always obey her husband. It says so in the Bible."

"But, but..." Then he realized she was teasing him, knowing full
well he put no stock in the Bible.

"You're still the boss, I agree," she said with a little laugh.

John pushed her onto her back, lowered his head, and licked and
then sucked her right nipple. It was small, but it was easily big
enough to suck.

"Ohhh, that's nice!" said Katy. He felt her hand reaching down to
find his erect cock, caressing it.

John switched to the other nipple, while his hand slid down her
front to her pubic down. He continued along to her slit, and
pressed against it rhythmically.

"Since we can't actually do it, I can lick you out. Lots of women
really like that."

"Eewwww... Maybe I'll learn to like it, but... what makes you say
we can't actually do it?"

"At your age?"

"One thing I'm really good at from my childhood is judging
vaginas -- wetness, the limits of stretchiness of width and
length. And mine is all ready, and..." The shift in her tone was
stunning. "Don't make me wait any longer for your cock, please?"
The urgency in her request electrified him. He realized that if
they were going to be sexual with each other at all, there was no
reason to hold back. They could go all the way, and that's what
Katy was begging for.

John turned over onto her, she aimed his cock, and John slid in.
She was naturally tighter than the adult pussies he had fucked
years earlier, and the feeling was delicious. He began a smooth
in and out motion, and reached down to kiss her. But she turned
her head aside. John paused his thrusting and looked at her.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Katy looked at him. "That's what a gentleman will say to his girl
when she hesitates, I guess."

"Yes, I'd say so. If a girl loses interest, a guy stops. And
hopes it's temporary."

"Could you, um, like rape me? Or pretend to? I don't know... I
guess I'm messed up."

John didn't hesitate. "No, you little slut," he growled. He got a
better purchase and fucked in and out of Katy hard and fast. "You
take it because you deserve it. I don't care what you think;
you're getting it anyway!"

John had a hand gripping each of Katy's butt cheeks, and lay with
his full weight on her, stabbing in and out, grunting. He didn't
hurry to climax, despite how hard he was pounding her, but within
a few minutes his orgasm insisted on having its way, and he said,
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" as his cock pistoned in and out,
culminating with the climax where sperm spewed up into Katy. He
looked up and she looked like she was about to cry. "Is... I hope
I didn't get you wrong," he said softly, taking a bit of his
weight.

Suddenly the sorrow turned to joy and she beamed up at him. She
shook her head.

"Oh, good," he said, and slid off of her to lie beside her. She
turned to face him.

"I even had an orgasm... a little one, but it was one," she said.

"So you got so excited about watching women get raped, it's what
you wanted too?"

"Yeah, it was. Though I kind of knew you were just pretending."

"Well, I was, but how did you know?"

"I've watched you rape dozens of women, right?"

"Yeah, I guess you did. But you were a little girl, and a little
girl would think totally different about something like that than
a grown -- or nearly grown -- woman."

"In some ways, maybe, but not in how sincere a man is when he
rapes. Maybe some others... But, the thing was, I kind of asked
you to..."

John paused. "Have you heard of a safe word? The idea is when
people are doing sexy things where there's something
non-consensual, they can say the safe word and it stops.
Otherwise the victim can plead and moan and say 'no' anyway she
wants, but they both ignore that but remember the safe word. You
want to pick one?"

"How about 'antidisestablishmentarianism'? 'Antidisestablishmenta
rian' means you can keep going, but with the "ism" added you have
to stop."

"Very funny. Well, we can have more than one. What about...
'raspberry' too?"

"OK. But I'll never use either of them."

"Oh, that's what you say now... You may change as you grow up --
or grow up more, that is."

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Chapter 7

John strode into Katy's room in the middle of the night.

"Ha, just where I thought you'd be! Ha-ha, you're going to get it
now."

"What? No... no!"

"Yup, my cock, right into your cunt."

"No, please! Not that... I'm just a little girl... I'm a virgin!"

"No, bitch! Just what I say."

"You'll hurt me! You'll damage me for life!"

John forced Katy's legs apart. "I won't -- but what if I did,
cunt? You deserve it!"

"No, no..."

"Yes, yes... uunnnhh, unnnh, unnnh, unnnh..."

"You can't!"

"Unnnh, unnnh, aaaaahhhhhh!" That felt good. "You got a cunt-full
of sperm, bitch!"

John withdrew, muttered, "Oh, yeah!" and strode back to his own
room.

A minute later Katy came in and sat on his bed.

"What you doing here, bitch? That so nice you want to beg me for
more? Huh? Huh?"

"Um... strawberry... No, that's not it... 'raspberry'"

"Hi, Katy my love, is that what you had in mind?"

"Yeah, it is. It was great. I came hard."

"Oh, that's great! When?"

"Just after you did... But I shouldn't tell you that or you won't
rape as well."

"Well, what can I do for you?"

"When the rape's all over -- well, at least this time, I want to
be like happy lovers for a while. Just hugging and all."

"Well, I'm delighted to do that, Katy."

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John raped Katy. He raped her a lot. Every day or two. Sometimes
twice a day. She loved it and he loved it. A lot was pretty much
the same... him finding her in bed, or the living room, or out in
the yard, and just getting her into position roughly and doing it
to her. But there were some variations.

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Their sexual connection had started on the first warm day, but
the weather turned chilly again. Katy was wearing a wool skirt,
doing dishes.

"Oh, you look like good meat!" said John.

"John!" said Katy, as he pulled her away from the sink and bent
her over the back of the sofa.

"No, you gotta get it. Dressing like that... like a slut...
you're just asking for it... "

"No, you let me go!"

"Too bad!" She was in position, he flipped the skirt up, pulled
the crotch panel of the panties to the side and forced himself
in.... One, two, three strokes it took to get in all the way.
"Ah, good little cunt, good little cunt... Take it like the bitch
takes the dog... Time for some puppies... fuck, fuck, fuck!" He
shoved in just as hard as he could. His cock pulsed. The sperm
shot out. He let his cock stay inside for several delicious
seconds, then he pulled out, and let the panel slide back into
place. He began to flip the skirt down, but figured that was her
job.

He went back to his room and lay down, satisfied. This raping
business... it really had its charms. Back in Watch-a-Rape he had
been coerced, and here, it seemed his partner really liked it.

Katy appeared in the door, wiping her hands on the dish towel in
her hands.

"Raspberry," she said.

"OK, how was it, little cunt.... Oops."

"It was good, but it hurt! Your dick is too long, or I'm too
shallow, or something, but it hurt like crazy when you jammed it
way in like that."

"Oh, dear, I'm sorry, kind of... I mean, really! It's just hard
to switch perspectives instantly... Why didn't you say
something?"

"I didn't have time! It was all over before I could say
anything."

"OK, I'll be better in the future."

"The rape part was great, though," she said with a smile. "Even
the pain kind of fit with it.. the part that likes to get raped
liked to hurt, but the other me... well, the other me didn't like
it."

"I'll never do it again... I hope."

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Katy was hanging laundry up on the line in the back yard.

"Oh, look at this fuck toy!" said John.

Katy giggled, and said, "Tampon!"

"Who cares about a tampon?" said John.

He wrestled Katy to the ground. She was giggling but didn't
resist when he forced her legs apart. He pulled the panties down.

"No room at the inn!" said Katy.

John held her lips apart carefully with one hand, found the
string with the other and pulled the tampon out gently. It had
absorbed a fair amount of blood. This was one of her heavy days.
He tossed it across the yard.

"John!" Katy said, eyes wide.

John mounted and slid his penis in. The blood made for good
lubrication, and he went in and out.

"Um. Raspberry!" said Katy.

But John was so close... He pressed ten more times and
ejaculated, creamy sperm mixing with stale blood. Then he
withdrew.

"Oops, sorry," he said sheepishly, but he couldn't help smiling.

"Look!" she said.

John's cock was coated with red streaks and white, there were
streaks on her pussy lips, and there was a little puddle of red
on the dirt.

"That's gross!" she said.

"I'll get a rag to clean this up and bring you a fresh tampon,
how's that?"

When he had returned the situation to normal, he came up behind
Katy and hugged her gently from the rear.

"I shouldn't say this," she said. "But when I said 'raspberry'
and you didn't stop, I came seconds later. Right then. I hadn't
even been that excited."

"Well, I guess that will just have to be an isolated memory,
because I can't do that again. Unless we had fake safe words, and
that gets too complicated. Actually, kind of defeats the
purpose."

"I wish I hadn't said it, if I'd known you were so close. It's
mean to stop a guy who's that close."

"Well, nice of you to consider me. If you hadn't said it I
probably would have gone on another minute or whatever."

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Katy sighed. "Do I have to?"

"Yes, you do. Sexual pleasure without rape. Your next lesson.
Receiving oral."

"Yuck! It's dirty down there..."

"It can be dirty at times, but other times it can be wonderful.
My cock never thinks it's dirty."

"I guess not... even when it's bleeding."

"Yeah. My mouth wouldn't like it then, but it likes it now. What
you're supposed to think about is how much I want to lick that
part of you because I like it so much, and I know you can feel
really good that way, and I also would love if you felt good
right then."

"OK," said Katy, bracing herself like she was about to get a
shot.

John licked gently, and licked some more.

"Raspberry!" said Katy, and John stopped.

"What's up, my love?" said John.

"You're smiling... You're not just putting that on? You're
smiling?"

"I certainly am."

"Well, then, um, blueberry?"

John grinned and returned to licking Katy.

"OK, that's enough," said Katy, and that session ended.

But John insisted on another session, and then another. They
handled caressing, and talking sweetly, and using fingers.

She brought up the idea of blow jobs, understanding that it was
part of this tiresome new "be nice" stuff. John said that was
very nice of her to mention it, but he had tried it in the past
and he just had no interest. So no blow jobs. For her sake he let
her put his penis in her mouth and move back and forth, but just
for a few seconds.

But then it was back to oral sex again.

She let him go down on her, this time not seeking reassurance
that he really didn't mind.

After ten minutes, she said, "I will not feel good. I refuse to
feel good. Nope, it does not feel good."

John lifted his head.

"If it feels good, then that would mean I was wrong, and I don't
like to be wrong." She gave him an impish smile, and he returned
to his tongue work.

Half an hour later she said, "OK, that's enough. Now can you rape
me properly like a decent man?"

John considered. "Nope. You'll have to take it the gentle way,
the next phase of the pleasure course."

"Well, all right," said Katy, pouting. She opened her legs.
"There's the place," she said, pointing. "You are allowed to take
your pleasure there, and... and I will not enjoy it."

John mounted and began a slow, gentle motion, in and out. He
lowered his head to kiss Katy, but she turned aside.

"Raspberry?" she said.

"Nope, that's no good. You simply say, 'no, please don't do that'
and I don't do it."

"Oh, OK"... She looked puzzled briefly, then lifted her lips in
search of John's. He gently lowered them and kissed her, because
she didn't turn away.

"The idea was, if you didn't want that, you'd say no."

"Yeah, I get it. I didn't want to at first, but after you
explained it then I did."

They went back to kissing, as John rowed his penis in and out of
her vagina. "Oh, that's so great," he said. "I think I'll come
soon -- if it's OK with you."

"Um, sure... What about you tell me I must not feel good?"

"Why would I do that?"

"Oh, never mind..."

"If you want, you can look at me and feel happy that your body
can make me so very happy."

"I can be happy for you, but will feel no sexual pleasure
myself."

"If you wish," he said. "May I come now?"

"Yes," said Katy.

John rowed a little faster, a little deeper, with little sighs.
"Oh, Katy... I love you so much, I love you, I --" He went silent
as his brain fogged with ecstasy and he delivered man goop way up
in his dear little Katy's vagina.

When he had finished and relaxed, he said, "So how are you?"

"I did not enjoy that. I did not enjoy that. I did not enjoy
that!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," said John. "You mean you wish I hadn't done it?"

"No, you dimwit... It was fine that you did it and had fun."

"More than fun," put in John.

"If I enjoyed it then I was wrong, and I don't like to be wrong."

"Oh, OK. You didn't enjoy it. Sorry. Maybe some other time."

"I didn't enjoy it, but... I'm really embarrassed... I did come.
Just a little one! But I did not enjoy it."

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Katy looked away from John.

When he approached, she moved away.

"What's the matter?" he said, not trying to get too close to her.

"You haven't... you haven't raped me all day!"

"Oh, yeah... I would really have liked to, you're so sexy. But
with twice in the night and once this morning, I'm just worn out.
I couldn't get it up."

"Well, OK. Guess I can't argue with that." But she did not sound
happy.

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John felt bad. Sometimes he only had what it took to do Katy
twice in a day. He had an idea. He rarely ordered anything
online, but for this purpose he did, telling the little internet
cafe to hold it for him. He brought it home and experimented with
it, and his experiment worked!

"Here's a present for you," he told Katy. It looked like a TV
control.

He stripped from the waist down, revealing his floppy cock. "I'd
sure like to get into your panties!" he said. "Now push the
button."

Katy pushed the button, and John's cock rose to erection,
heartbeat by heartbeat, higher and higher.

"Wow!" she said. She started forward as if to kiss him, then
instead reached under her skirt to pull her panties down, leaned
over the sofa, and flipped the skirt up behind.

"Oh, wow!" said John. "I know an offer I like when I see it!" He
approached, spread her vaginal lips with the fingers of his left
hand, aimed his cock with his right, and pressed in. She was
usually wet enough, and today was no exception. He thrust in and
out vigorously and came in a minute. "Oooohhhh, that was nice!"
he said.

"Glad you liked it. Do they sell things like that in stores? That
magically give guys hard-ons?"

"Don't you recognize it?" he said. "Don't you recognize what
happened?"

She shook her head.

"Back there when I was imprisoned, if I couldn't get it up they
did something and I felt a little itch in my brain and my cock
rose. The idea was that if I claimed I couldn't get it up as an
excuse for not raping someone who was there for the raping, they
could do that and then I wouldn't have any excuse. I figured it
must be a signal somewhere in the electromagnetic spectrum, so I
got this thing that can broadcast all of the ones people ever
use. So going up the frequencies, I found it. But..."

"Oh, no! You found the pain one too?"

"Yeah, I did. Not the worst, but it really hurt! I knew I could
just jiggle my finger to a different frequency and it would stop.
But it brought back some bad memories."

Katy gave a wicked smile. "So can I have a control with that one
too? For when you're misbehaving?"

John smiled. "No," he said softly. "And I guess... there are some
things I'd rather not joke about."

"I'm sorry," said Katy softly turning to hug him. After a minute,
she said, "Is there something I could do for you right now?"

John thought a moment and said, "Yeah... If we push the button
again, can we do a bout of sweet, happy sex? I know it's not your
favorite, but..."

"I'd be delighted to," said Katy.

And for the first time, Katy didn't once complain or grimace. She
asked him to thrust just a little differently at one point, and
to keep doing that for a minute, and that made her come. A big,
happy orgasm. And then, remembering what he had said in a recent
encounter, she squeezed with her vagina at just the right time as
he was starting to come to make his orgasm just about the biggest
and happiest ever.

With the help of the surgery in John's brain and Katy's remote
control, they could do it ten times a day if they wanted -- and
they did once, just to prove they could. Mostly Katy was happy
with three or four.

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Chapter 8

"I've got something to say," said Katy, looking sheepish. She was
now 15 years old.

"Yes?"

"You're not going to like it."

"OK."

"Really, really not going to like it."

"All right already!"

"I'm pregnant."

"You're pregnant! But... the pills these days... they never
fail!"

Katy kept looking down, glancing up now and then.

"Oh, you stopped taking them."

"I want a baby," she said.

John was angry with Katy, all right. He loved her so much he
couldn't stay too angry at her for too long, but not only had she
not consulted him, she'd put them in a difficult spot.

"Sure, that's great! But with me? I'm like half your father!"

"You've been fucking me like no father in history!" she said. He
couldn't help smiling, and she did too.

"I said I still make all the decisions, right?"

"Yeah, but that was five years ago."

"Still, we should have discussed it."

"I know. I was bad. I was afraid you'd say no. So I just did it."

"But do you want to have children with *me*? I'm older, and... we
got together accidentally, and didn't meet under the best
circumstances. I figured you'd turn 18 and go out on your own and
find someone your own age to marry."

"I have no idea how to relate to other people my age. I never
have. Dating is one of the most difficult ways to relate, too. I
can't share my big secret with anyone else. And it would feel
really bad to leave you. And... I love you."

John realized that he would have been very hurt if she had
actually wanted to go off with someone else, and it was very nice
to hear her say she loved him. And him -- how could he ever
settle down with some woman who didn't know about his months as a
coerced rapist?

"I love you too. No, wait, that sounds awful like that, like an
echo." He paused. "Katy, I love you."

She blushed a little and looked down briefly.

"But... I don't want to raise children up here in the woods, all
alone!"

"I've been doing some research."

After a while John had started taking Katy with him into town. As
Katy had grown up, her features hadn't just become bigger
versions of her childhood features. They had changed
significantly. John thought it made her even more beautiful, but
the important thing was that she looked different from the young
Katy. She also wore her hair long, in contrast to the short
chopped-off look she had had earlier.

"You can buy new identities for us for a few thousand dollars
each. And it's a sure thing. You can read about how you can know
it's not a trap."

John nodded thoughtfully.

"So we can move to some place we like -- probably not near where
you lived or where Watch-a-Rape was." She paused a moment, eyes
suggesting memories were coming to her unwanted. John reached out
to take her hand. She continued. "Yeah, somewhere off the beaten
track, where we can raise a family. You can go back to something
online to earn money, and I can learn how to relate to other
people, finally."

"I'm sorry," said John with a sigh.

"You did what you had to do. I know why now. Now I know more
about how horrible things would have been if we hadn't stayed
hidden all these years."

"OK," said John. "It sounds like a fantastic plan!" That was his
initial reaction, but he kept thinking about it from various
different angles. And no matter how he looked at it, it still
sounded like a fantastic plan.

They had had more and more usual, loving sex in the past few
years, and the number of rapes had gradually declined. But now
and then she still liked to be raped. And John still liked the
fantasy. He liked it a lot.

Now, at the end of this conversation, Katy gave him a certain
look, and he knew what it meant. Some time in the next few hours,
Katy would be rudely surprised by a man who insisted on doing it
to her -- raping her. She would not say "raspberry", and she
would get pleasure from that deep part of herself, the link to
her childhood. It had been a rough childhood, but it was the only
childhood she had had or ever would have.

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