| The Rape Class by SmCyber
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After lunch I strolled into the former school gym now the Felicity Camp
mass rape area, dressed in military uniform.
Other trainers were drifting in, gathering for the daily stripping and
rapes scheduled to begin in a few minutes.
The female prisoners are already strapped spread-eagled around the floor
stretching and squirming, some face up some face down but all were fit and
healthy-looking; I'd purposely selected an inexperienced class for my day's
The girls, who numbered approximately 30, were generally dressed in
dress's and blouses but a few wore jeans and tank tops, some wore
body-hugging clothing. Spandex was common among the younger girls. Along
the far wall I noticed a number of the wore local school uniforms.
The majority of the had retained their shoes, surprising when you
think of the amount of effort it must have taken to wrestle the down
onto the floor prior to fixing their wrists and ankles to the floor bolts.
The mostly seemed to be in the 16 to 21 age range.
All the were obviously anxious that their clothing should remain
untouched, "Hey how wrong could they be." I thought to myself.
The prisoners you know; are all female. Children of those stupid people
who can't accept the rule of the current government. We impose our will on
these people by brutalizing them into submission. The way that I gain most
satisfaction is by participating in the humiliation and deflowering of the
new inmates. Call it domination call it rape, call it what you will.
How'd I get to be this way? That's not a subject I care to discuss, for
reasons I'm also not interested in pursuing. Don't worry, though: dear
reader, you'll soon be far too busy visualizing the plight of these
unfortunates to worry about how the country became this way.
You might say that I don't put my lust to constructive use; you might
even go so far as to accuse SmCyber of being rather petty and vindictive,
even cruel at times. I recall a woman who said something along those
lines to me, right to my face as I studied her watching her teenage
daughter being serviced by a couple of goats. Silly cow; I may have been a
bit hard on her, I must admit. I'll not go into the sordid details here.
Hey, she's alive, all right? and very popular now with the lads as well
down the stables.
I sauntered casually around the edge of the gym, carefully inspecting
the beautiful new female inmates. Choosing the new arrivals who were to
participate (unwillingly!) had been a pleasure limiting the number of to 30 had been wise, The growing number of trainers who were arriving
looked eagerly at the I had chosen to provide today's entertainment.
They could see immediately; these women were uniformly petrified, taut and
lean, "ripe for fucking" I heard one chap remark.
"It's obvious that they invest a lot of time on their bodies" I heard
another shout to his friend. The however clearly were not interested
in showing off their well maintained upper class healthy forms, chiseled
out through excellent diet and exercise.
One lady in particular caught my eye as she pulled at her bindings
and stretched, I headed towards her. But before I reached her, however, a
couple of younger trainers crossed my path, talking loudly and laughing.
The one in front placed his military boot quite solidly on the ladies
stomach.. " Open wide " he remarked to the terrified teenager, pausing for
a moment to see if she obeyed. Failing to open wide resulted in her eager
rapist placing his full weight onto her flowered dress creasing the
material and forcing a rush of air through her lips.
"Hey, sorry, girlie," he boomed, stooping to slap her face.. They
moved past me. "Hold on a moment," I said. "Come back here." They turned
around immediately and stood in front of me.
I looked them over. "I think you're a couple horny lads. Don't
you agree?" They nodded eagerly. "We're first timers," they chimed,
creating a pleasant stereo effect." Never been to a mass rape before"
"Well," I said, "we'll just have to make it a special day for you both. . .
Oh, hang on." A few people nearby were beginning to take notice of this
little scene unfolding before them; it was time to get the show on the road
so to speak. "You will remember that you are allowed to do "anything !"
short of mutilation to the in this gym," I said to everyone in ear
shot. I then slapped both of the lads on their backs and asked if they had
received any special instructions from their superior or if there was
anyone or anything special they wanted to try. " Well could we have this
one secured differently ?" one lad asked. "Could we have her ankles bound
to her wrists? " the other lad requested. "Of course you can"..... I
smiled....." you don't have to ask just do it" I added in a fatherly tone.
" I guess you want to team fuck the up her and arse do you ?"
Beaming full smiles the two lads nodded eagerly.
People returned to their chatting and warming up, the inexperienced
behavior of my two "friends" forgotten.
"Well," I resumed, "we'll just have to get the little lass's clothes off
first " Both lads took up positions at her feet. Turning to the I
asked are you a virgin my dear? "AGGGGGGGGG" she screamed still refusing
to answer " I guess you probably are, am I right ?" I added. Nodding her
red tear stained face the restrained gave me the information that I
had expected. " We will have to do something about that, won't we? The
lads here are going to strip you naked and then they are going to
reposition you to rape you in both your passages, If you want to try and
resist , OK?, who knows you 'might win' ""All right lads show me how well
you have been trained, strip her naked please." "Sure."
Working as a team the lads systematically unlaced and removed the shoes. The lads had been trained well. With little formality the
prisoners left ankle was unclipped from its restraint instantly the thrashed wildly in a vain attempt at escape before they temporally
refastened her left ankle to the right ankle. Slipping his hands up her
dress the elder lad positioned his fingers inside the elasticized waist
band and drew down her lace to a point below her knees. Smoothing
down her crumpled dress the younger lad waited as her left ankle was again
freed and her naked foot was slipped out of the pants. The same procedure
was adopted with her right ankle before she lost her pants.
The restrained stripping technique was then applied to each of her arms
in turn. Soon her bra lay beside her pants to her side. Her dress rolled
down over stomach her heaving. Repositioning her ankles together
again the lads together pulled her dress down to her ankles leaving the
naked screaming wildly. Again releasing each ankle in turn allowed the
lads to simply remove he remaining garment. The lads had indeed chosen
wisely the beautiful lady lay shaking naked as the day she was born,
the object of our attention.
Do you have girlfriends?" They both nodded. "Do you have sex with
them often?" "Every couple days." "Twice a week, maybe." I smiled. "You'll
soon be bored with them at least for the next four months. No, make it six
months, you will have as much sex as you want. You will develop new tastes
and try things ordinary people only dream of. "OK I think you said you want
the lady here repositioned ?" The two lads quickly took firm hold of an
ankle each and on the count of three unclipped and rotated the feminine
ankles to her wrists. Her left ankle clipped cleanly to her left wrist and
her right ankle cleanly to her right wrist. Her buttocks were raised
slightly by the pull of her legs and her and anus spread widely and
Her gasps and groans were mimicked by involuntary tensing and movement
of her anus muscles.
I wandered off, leaving the lads to get what they wanted out of the poor
girl.. I laughed aloud. at their obvious amusement. Such a vast pool of
girlies to play with, and all of them without the most elementary ability
to defend themselves I thought.. . My cock thickened when I saw the Mayors
daughter across the room. to be exacted - yes, I admit it, I do
hold a grudge - I strolled towards the girl. She wore aerobic leggings,
with a black leotard. The leotard disappeared into a thong between her
legs, emphasizing her firm small ass underneath the clingy lycra material.
Her were rather on the large size for a short girl; the feminine
bra that held them up was clearly visible in outline under the leotard's
I strolled over and slipped a hand under her arse. She quickly turned
her head to look over her shoulder at me, seeing who her molester was her
face contorted in horror and her of course her eyes quickly gazed over with
"You don't mind," I giggled. Not a really a question.
"No........... she screamed, Oh god No.............." She thrashed
wildly remembering my earlier 'conversations' with two of her friends,
neither of whom enjoyed my attentions either. I ran both my hands over
that tight ass, across her hips over her stomach and then down her long,
muscular legs, enjoying the feel of her twisting body.
"I getting you ready for a couple of the lads to gang fuck," I informed
Slowly I ran my hands back up the inside of her left leg, then brushed
lightly over her crotch with my fingertips. She screamed in horror as I
continued slowly upwards, over her flat stomach, to her heaving tits.
Unable to control the reaction her nipples stiffened and became,
perceptible even through two layers of material. She continued to squirm
as my hands moved slowly over her struggling body. . I moved quickly and
straddled her chest and rubbed my scrotum first over her heaving tits.
Reaching behind with one hand I gripped her and the with the other
over her face I forced open her eyes. I could feel the flesh of her pressing up against my erection as I buried my fingers into her long hair, pleased with its length. I firmly rubbed my hard-on against her, she
rocked her hips against me in a vain effort to escape.
She had become hysterical at this point, her level of panic having
rendered it impossible for her to even scream clearly..
A wailing female voice rang out from the opposite side of the gym as two
lads entered a small girl. simultaneously.
"Everyone happy? glad to see you have started" a load male voice
exhalted . The senior instructor had obviously arrived while I had been
distracted. I caught a glimpse of him across the gym.
"Halaluya Definitely a fine collection of today" he sighed as he
moved forward for closer investigation.
I continued to rub the Mayors daughters roughly as I slowly
masturbated. Oh, this lovely thing I was mauling had earned herself a bit
of a reward for her earlier outburst. "You're going to have some orgasms
lots and lots and lots of orgasms," I whispered in her ear. "10, 20 30 a
day . . ." wide eyed she listened as I explained that she was going to be
allocated to the camp riding school. I clearly felt her spasm against me,
and she let out a low cry. "Again, 30 times a day . . .. And again, 30
times a day. . . Now. have a nice day hope you enjoy some of your fucks."
I left her there naked , her face contorted with horror as the multiple
climaxes I had sentenced her to flashed across her brain. See? I smiled I
do have my moments of generosity, spreading a little happiness in this dark
and frightening camp. Well, I'm told it's dark and frightening anyway; I
hadn't really noticed, myself.
The senior instructor was a truly frightening specimen of a man.
I noticed when I approached that he wore a crafted leather girth
enhancer and over his back an all black waistcoat and over his thighs
leather leggings; his body definitely did have the effect of terrorizing
the restrained girls. .
The instructor had selected his first victim, her were of medium
size, not large, but wonderfully cone-shaped and very firm. Her wide
spread arms were slender and taut. The heaving spasms of her stomach were
outlined by her leotard, as were the strong muscles of her long spread
legs. Even her ass appeared to be well-muscled.
Despite her tears she appeared to have a very pretty face, I noticed she
was sporting a beautiful dental brace, a smile formed on the instructor
face as some of the regulars formed a circle to watch a master rapist
workout on her.
Her hair was thick, long and blond, tied back in a cute ponytail.
As she was striped it was clear to all that there was not an ounce of
excess flesh anywhere to be seen; her small, white, spread-eagled compact
body was taut as a drum all over.
"Fuck," I said. The word just slipped out, I was so taken with the
brutality of the senior instructors invasion of her body especially so with
regard to the malicious way he screwed the leather enhancer he wore into
her defenseless body.
In agony she turned briefly and looked at me, then returned to
alternatively screaming and clenching her teeth, what he was doing to her
was pure sexual torture.
Under other circumstances, she would have thought it unbelievable to see
so many standing up so close to her, erections poking at her, staring
at her body and practically drooling.
I turned my attention to two naked headed girls, they briefly
brushed past me and jogged to the center of the floor under the military
style instruction of a fat Mongolian officer.. God, they moved so quickly
as he barked orders at them. The muscles in their legs and arms pink and
straining. This, I thought, promises to be fun!
The pair got started on a humiliating routine of naked sexercise, the
Mongolian instructor leading them first through some light stretching and
other warm-up exercises.
Soon their faces were with embarrassment.
A fair-sized crowd for the relatively small gymnasium, perhaps fifty or
sixty in all watched the youngsters perform, among whom I counted about ten
men who appeared to be in their seventies (dirty bastards I thought with a
grin). I didn't bother joining in; I just stood near the edge of the gym
and watched the in the center. I soon discovered that all of the
sexercised were designed to progressively shame and humiliate the girls.
A few minutes after the main warm-up segment ended, the were put
through complex combinations of knee raises, squats, pushups, leg lifts,
stride jumps, and so on, moving repeatedly back and forth across the gym.
As the show developed the Mongolian instructed the girls, to insert dildos
into their partners orifices maintaining their position as their partner
performed pushups on a dildo held in the mouth by the other. From time to
time, he would instruct the to themselves as they rested.,
before moving out of the center to the front or the back again.
One of the simpler exercise's ensured the got an extra workout.
Each was instructed to lay on her back and with their hands under
their hips to cycle their legs in the air but interesting the each
had dildos inside them. The cyclic friction of the dildos on the inner
walls of the poor vaginas had them all squirming and yelping and
pleading within minutes. Soon beads of sweat formed on the brows of each
girl. Some stared up at the ceiling not daring to look sideways at their
audience. Others clenched their eyes tightly shut as the relentless
stimulation inside their nether regions drove them closer to their
inevitable humiliating orgasm.
Everyone who was watching was constantly checking - quite unaware that
they were doing it - to make sure that not a single slowed her pace.
There was a great deal of bouncing going on, and I was enjoying watching
the younger as their tired legs cycled and ricocheted ankle against
calf around the room with no modesty left. The lads with apparently
limitless energy were stroking themselves in readiness for the next stage.
But perhaps I could enjoy this just a little bit more, I thought, if . .
... yes "OK lads whilst the are getting themselves ready for you why
don't you sit on their faces", I suggested, moving forward I straddled my
legs and lowered myself slowly onto the upturned nose of the little girl.
"Everyone make sure that you're doing the same thing as I'm doing at all
times," I suggested. I rapidly though turned my attention to the current
object of my desire.
Slowly I positioned my anus directly over her nose and carefully but
firmly lowered myself until her nose distorted under my weight rested
firmly and squarely against my sweaty hole. Then with a steady rhythm I
rocked backwards and forwards allowing the beautiful nose to stoke the
puckered rim of my hole, this had an immediate affect on my erection,
within minutes (helped by a few strokes of my left hand) my first pre had appeared and dribbled down my shaft and into her right eye socket
causing her to blink furiously as the salty liquid from my one eyed snake
stung her innocent eye.
As she performed her required movements of the cycling routine, her
hands once or twice darted up to press my buttocks off her nose enabling
her to catch her breath, a slap or two on the side of the face soon stopped
her doing that.
I was amused to see the movements echoed all around the room, and
boy stroking their anus's on the poor noses some faced forward
resting their balls on the foreheads others faced backward resting
their ball on a trembling chin, enjoying the self masturbation show going
on inches from their face, some with pinching or tweaking or scratching
their victims chests and pulling on their pubic hair.
Yes this was going to be a very interesting afternoon...............
Let me tell you first about Mary.
Mary Smith is a pretty girl, with "country girl" looks and
mannerisms. She has quite a voluptuous figure for her age, with well
developed bust and hips.
Mary was petrified. Everything had been so normal this morning as she
worked on her fathers farm. After breakfast Mary washed and changed into
her training kit planning to meet her girlfriend Sue for a their weekly
workout. That was when the troopers burst in and escorted her to the camp.
Yes Mary was indeed scared very scared and she had good reason to be.
Mary stood arms by her sides in the gymnasium waiting for her next
instruction. Mary had been selected and encouraged to do some light warm
up exercises in front of the other prisoners.
It was at this point when she was told to strip, " Come on baby, strip
off and exercise in the buff" a lad suggested.
Now she was going to make an obscene exhibition of herself for her
captors. This was not what she should do. She was not a whore. She could
not do this, but the eager eyes and the threats of the eager guards
fingers squeezing at her lips and the riding crop held under her nose
demonstrated to her that she would have to do this.
Around her there were several naked still doing knee lifts, she
reached up and eased the straps of her black leotard off her shoulders,
peeling it down to her thin waist. She wore a simple white Nike sports bra
underneath. Her eyes grew wider with humiliation, and she threw herself
into the next set of moves just as the riding crop lashed across the back
of her legs.
Laughing at her discomfort a soldier indicated for her to remove her
bra, too. "Throw it to the edge of the gym" he instructed. She reached
behind her and unfastened it, then threw it off to one side. A pile of
bras had grown at the side of the gym against a climbing frame as the rest
of the class had previously done or were soon to do.
The prisoner's breasts, were now nicely bouncing free, they were topped
by small but prominent nipples.
Looking around the former gymnasium, I was greeted by the pleasant sight
of a sea of bare-chested girls. Their guards were mostly naked by now as
well; they were looking around too, not finding the situation unusual and
certainly appreciating it.
"Get rid of the whole leotard, just toss it to me", shouted an elderly
trainer to Mary.
Mary had to stop moving for a moment to accomplish this. Stepping
quickly out of it, she threw the leotard - surprisingly small when not
filled by a body - to the waiting hands of the leering trainer.
This left Mary clad only in her pink lycra leggings, which ran from her
mid calf up to her waist, where they rode low on her hips.
Discarded clothing from today's rapeclass was constantly being added to
the pile.. The guards continued to watch the obscene work out, every cock
in the room curving up some would say grotesque in anticipation of impaling
one or more of the poor girls.
As usual they were finding my charges first nude workout a very
stimulating experience. The class was now quite sweaty and some were
begging to tire, every female nipple was erect obvious to anyone who cared
I sat down in my armchair, content to just sit back and take in the
scenery for a while.
The rapeclass moved on to even more humiliating exercises, pushups and
sit-ups and other movements, all of which had interesting and exposing
effects on the anatomies of the girls.
Eventually the moved on to an exercise for their inner thighs:
lying on their backs fingers interlocking behind necks with legs straight
up in the air, toes pointing sideways, they slowly lowered their legs out
to the sides. A this stage a number of had to be motivated to
perform the move slowly and gracefully. Several of the who failed to
meet my exacting standard found their ankles suddenly grasped and then
pulled and held and spread swiftly and firmly to points 12 inches either
side of their ears on the gym floor. Visiting each screaming in turn
I administered six slow, but firm lashes to the inside of their thighs,
alternating the blows from left thigh to the right thigh repeating the
process until every reluctant had her inner thighs punished. I
counted eight needed motivating and it took thirty minutes before
each had received her quota. Regaining my seat I instructed the class to
repeat the movement. Keeping their fingers interlocking behind necks the
girls repeated their exercises. "Legs straight up in the air, toes
pointing sideways" please I heard a guard instruct. Together they
slowly spread their legs and paused momentarily showing the guards their
lips and anus before being allowed to lower their legs out to the sides.
Some of the more flexible managed to put their feet onto the ground
almost in line with their buttocks but most could only manage to get their
feet to about ten inches from the gym floor. Waiting for what must have
been an eternity to them I had the hold the pose whilst the guards
carried out and inspection. When every guard had visited every splayed
girl and was satisfied they had looked at the private anatomy I
allowed the to slowly draw their parted knees back to their before bringing them back together again for the next cycle.
At this point a new was brought in, apparently she had been
overlooked when the paratroopers had raided the shopping mall.
Everyone could tell she was nervous as soon as she walked into the gym.
Some were worse than others, but this was really nervous. She was
obviously intimidated by the grinning naked guards and the exercising
prisoners. She stepped forward tentatively as her eyes followed the rows
of panting as they continued with the leg exercise her eyes
full of for boding looking at the contorted and humiliated faces. She was
going to be a perfect victim I thought.
I could tell she had never seen so many naked before.
She looked to be about 5' 8 or 5' 9, just slightly on the overweight
side, but still relatively slim in the middle. Her hips looked full and
most importantly, she had large tits.
She was wearing a pale yellow wrap-around dress that looked like
something you would have seen in any one of a thousand discotheques in the
nineties. It had a thin ties attached to one of the sides which went
around her body again and tied neatly at the other side, creating an
interesting (and temporary ) modest slit up one thigh.
Her hair appeared to have been rinsed with a subtle pink tint,
and looked to be at least shoulder length. It was all done up, in a sweep,
however, and put together in two buns on the top of her head similar to the
way the Bjork wore her hair some twenty years earlier in the late nineties.
Along with her white tights and white high heels, she looked like she
just stepped out of a nightclub.
Her face was full of fear but I could still make out an angelic side,
and like the rest of her it was slightly round. She had nice high
cheekbones which had too much rough on them bisected by her tears, and a
petite, narrow nose. Her mouth was round and the tip of a pink tongue
darted nervously over her full lips which were glossed bright red. Giant
crystal blue eyes stared terrified out from underneath long, lashes.
She stood nervously clutching her purse in front of her.
Should I bother to find out her name I thought as I casually looked her
I stood up "STRIP," I shouted, " Come on EVERYTHING OFF !".
She stopped immediately and started pleading uncontrollably. Several of
the guards sprang to surround the poor cutting of her only means of
Several minutes passed as the pleaded and tried to force her way
out of the gym. Eventually cattle prods were brought into use and slowly
but surely they dominated her and between begging the guards to stop she
hastily removed her shoes and socks, then rolled the leggings down to her
ankles and slid them off. She wore nothing beneath them.
It took several more minutes and a lot of cattle prod before she
conceded to remove her final garments a give us all a delightful look at
her youthful body. Cowering on her knees the poor struggled to cover
herself from the gaze of her tormentors.
"Carry on with that exercise", I told three or four of the remaining
prisoners who had slowed their pace.
I walked up to my new recruit through the rows of the other prisoners,
all of whom were now pink and sweaty.
Laughing to myself, I positioned myself behind the terrified girl.
Without warning I gave her a none to affectionate slap on her behind, then
another slap this one much harder it brought a hoarse cry from her. "How
you doing', honey?" I asked, "You know, it's like I said to all your
sisters here. Ain't no use for a who ain't cooperating". pausing for
a response before adding " Ain't that right?" Unable to believe her ears
the just stood and stared like a rabbit into the eyes of a snake.
"OK on your back prisoner !" I sneered loudly, as she looked around the
room hoping for rescue. Several more zaps were needed before she
positioned herself on her back spread-eagled to my complete satisfaction.
Standing between her legs I tapped the inside of both her legs with my
foot. Eventually straining her joints she complied.
Outside its a cold Winter's day, normally at this time of the year most
people wore several layers of clothing, but here in my gymnasium there is
no such luxury for the in my rapeclass.
I stared intently the pretty youngster her face and chest were contorted
and strained her hair matted over her brow, a fine sheen of sweat coated
her smooth, flawless skin. She was obviously struggling to keep control
and maintain the humiliating spread-eagle pose in front of so many men.
I know its an cliché but, I really love exercise - I could watch it
I spent a few minutes crouched down alongside the trembling late comer,
softly stroking her face and running my fingers around her nipples,
delighted to feel them respond as I explained to her the way I wanted her
soon to perform.
Returning to my armchair, which thoughtfully someone had moved between
the legs I indicated to the guard to get her started.
Slowly at first them with encouragement with purpose the started
the shameful routine.
I ran my eyes down her naked sweating body as she pumped her legs
up and down in a fluid, constant motion, showing signs of strain. The view
was impressive from where I sat between her legs, looking down at her pink
lips as they ground together engorged and pinker than even her nipples
Momentarily I looked into her eyes and tried to imagine how she coped
with the fear and the humiliation I had brought to her life.
"Hold it there," I said aloud to her, when her legs were spread apart.
She froze, legs held in that position, idly gazing up at me. An
exceptionally flexible girl, I noted; her feet came down almost to the
floor. "What's your name?" "Anita," she responded. "Anita Clare Clarke."
"You're feeling pretty horny right now, aren't you, Anita?" She shook
her head in disbelief, swallowing.
I reached forward and touched her, first her feet, then her lower legs,
reveling in the sensation of sliding my hands over those feminine muscles.
Her skin was silky soft, and lubricated with her own perspiration. I
knelt and traced my fingers all the way down to her pink cunt. "Please
don't do this to me" she pleaded as four guards took hold of her arms and
legs and maintained her posture. After stroking her clit briefly, I
brushed through the light pubic hair (no sign of a pink rinse down here I
smiled to myself) and on upwards; I could smell her fear, now. I continued
on up, across her stomach to her breasts, which were just as firm now as
when I left them earlier. As I leaned forward, my cock brushed her now wet
Now it was time to take a more active part in this class myself . . .
Rapeclass by SmCyber