Modern Bitch Breaking [Free Use]

**Two years since the free use act**

When the act first passed, women all over the world were suddenly lowered in caste. No one can say for sure how many rapes happened then, but only a few managed to dodge them. The number of those women have dwindled lower with every passing day. Many fled into alcoves, hidden locations in the wilderness to avoid men entirely. These places are never entirely safe, especially when scouts need to be sent out.

Sylvia was one of these scouts. When she left the alcove to get supplies for her group, she was captured by the police for refusing to service a man without an ownership permit. After they saw her try and use a stun gun, they realized she must be one of the female rebels. Police custody started as routine, stripping the woman of her clothing and raping by some of the officers, but eventually an officer from the government arrived.

The interrogation room had originally been unisex, but since the act passed had become specific for women. A stockade was erected in the center, pushing the actual interrogation table off to the side of the room. Sylvia was naked and locked inside of it at the moment, awaiting further humiliation from the men. Their first move had been to shave her pussy. She took that much with silent indignation. It was when they plugged her asshole that she began kicking and biting. None of the men tried putting their cocks in her mouth.

All that filled the room now was a mixture of the vibrating toy on her clit and the hum of the fluorescent light overhead. Sweat and sex were heavy in the air by now, but Sylvia was determined not to give in. As she heard the door open, she squeezed her eyes tight. They’d have no satisfaction in spitting on her face.

*Whatever he says, don’t reveal anything about Amazon. Nothing they do to me is worth having my sisters raped. I’ll protect Molly too! Just need to bide my time until I can get out of here. No man can break me. Rapist scum!* She shouted inside her own skull, hyping up her own defiant nature.

She heard the footsteps come to a stop, and realized now that there was an odd click to them. As she opened one eye carefully, she found a woman in a business suit kneeling down in front of her. No, on closer look, it was more like a parody of a suit. Holes were cut out for her breasts, the skirt was far too short, and where a tie would be found, only a bright pink collar was fastened. There was another strange alteration, a hole over the stomach, showing off a similarly colored tattoo with an intricate heart design.

“Staring at the womb tattoo, huh? It does look beautiful, doesn’t it?” The woman said with a small laugh. “My name is Amicia. I’m from The Bureau of Free Use, I’ve been told you’re a dissident female?”

“Filthy traitor bitch!” Sylvia said, spitting at Amicia and kicking her legs impotently. “How could you betray us for a bunch of rapists?! You’re a woman too!”

She wiped the spit from her cheek into her mouth seductively before pulling out a kit from her purse. Sylvia remembered the design well, it was a makeup kit. Not a cheap one either, though the stylized rendering of a woman giving a blowjob on the lid might suggest otherwise. Amicia opened it and took out a stick of lipstick, twisting it up to show the deep crimson color.

*Fuck it’s been so long since I actually had makeup like that. No, actually, I never had something that expensive before. I used to pass by the store on my way home from work and dream about splurging on this kind of stuff before.* Sylvia thought, slightly entranced.

“You’ve been out in the woods such a long time. The men told me you were practically savage when they brought you in. Tell you what, I can offer you some of my makeup right now. I’ll paint you up very nice and pretty. You can trust me, I’m another woman, right?”

“N-No, traitor!” Sylvia said, curing inside her head for stuttering. “I don’t need to look pretty for anyone. That law about women looking nice for men is just bullshit to enable more rape. You just want to doll me up so they can come back in!”

Amicia leaned it and tilted Sylvia’s chin up. Her heart beat much faster, the traitor’s scent was intoxicating to say the least. She could feel herself blushing, feeling meek before the sexual dominance of the other woman. As she leaned in for a kiss, Sylvia’s lips trembled, but ultimately turned her head away, panting gently.

“I-I’ve got a girlfriend…” She said, almost sounding regretful.

“Mmm, back at that alcove, right? Is she a dissident as well?” Amicia said, turning Sylvia’s face back and pressing the lipstick slowly to her lips.

Sylvia unconsciously let her do it now, waiting for the free woman to finish before she responded. “Like I’d tell you anything. You’d just go report it to your male superiors and drag us into your world of slavery. Well you can enjoy being nothing but a fleshlight, but I’ve got pride!”

“Yes, quite a lot of it.” Amicia said as she took out more makeup and applied it to both of them. “But I do take offense to something. You said that I’m a slave? I don’t think that could be further from the truth. I’m actually a highly paid government employee. There’s a few men underneath me in rank, as a matter of fact. Even the men at this police station. Does that really sound like slavery to you?”

“Your outfit though, it’s—”

“Liberating? Beautiful? It lets the men have easy access to my holes whenever they want. Do you think that restricts me? Take a look at your own situation and say which of us looks more restrained.” She said, standing up and lifting her skirt.

“Least you can see my chains…” Sylvia muttered, eyes locked onto the other woman’s pussy just centimeters from her face.

Without warning, Amicia grabbed Sylvia’s hair and forced her crotch over her face. Sylvia’s nose brushed against the labia, and almost immediately felt the familiar sensation of girlcum on her lips. Out of instinct her lips pursed, planting a small kiss on the lower lips. Amicia rocked her hips back and forth, teasing herself on the prisoner’s head. Eventually she pulled away, just in time to watch Sylvia lick her lips. Both of them were panting slightly now, Sylvia further goaded into it by the toy stuck inside her.

Amicia went behind Sylvia and cranked the toy up to the max settings, almost immediately making her tense up at the stimulation. The buzzing was aggressively louder now, almost dangerous sounding as it covered up the sound of dripping on the floor. Sylvia bit her lip to keep from moaning out, but her eyes rolled back nonetheless. Sparks of pleasure danced in her head, making it hard to even think. Just as an orgasm was about to hit, the toy suddenly shut off completely. Her legs kicked and she growled, instantly frustrated.

“Bitch! Don’t fuck with me, or I’ll—!” Sylvia barked at her.

“Do what? You’re not free like me. You’re a rebellious little cunt who doesn’t know her place. Of course you’re not allowed to cum. You can’t even make men cum with how you act right now. You know what I can do though?”

Amicia pulled off the toy that was previously inside of Sylvia. She licked the slick length of it slowly before moaning at the taste. Her delicate fingers guided it inside of her own cunt before cranking up the toy setting by setting. Sylvia watched her grab her own breast and tweak her nipples, fucking herself with the fake cock. All she could do was pathetically hump the air with her own hips, bleeding jealousy at arousal from the feminine display. It only took a few minutes of this before Amicia got off, letting out a shuddering scream as she came, pulling the toy out and laughing as she licked it once more. She approached Sylvia with shaking legs and grabbed her hair once more.

“You want to taste it?” She teased her.

*Don’t give in. Fucking traitor bitch, god she smells so good. It’s been so long since I’ve smelled perfume like that. My mouth is watering already, fuck. God just let me escape back to the compound, I can still feel my pussy throbbing.*

Sylvia’s thoughts are dropped when the toy is pressed against her lips, some of the liquid getting into her mouth. Her tongue quickly darts out, lapping it up quickly. The toy is pulled away and Amicia shoves her pussy forward again. Sylvia no longer hesitated, cleaning it up with her tongue, forcing her eyes shut to try and hide from the shame. After a few licks, Amicia pulled away again and left Sylvia panting. Her legs squeezed shut behind her, begging for release.

“Can… can I get the toy back?” She asked.

Amicia didn’t answer, instead opening the door. A male officer was there waiting for her, and tried to enter the room, unzipping his pants. Her arm blocked him, earning a confused look.

“Pardon me sir, but this is a special prisoner. She’s been selected by the FUB for some special interrogation proceedings. She won’t be allowed to have sex with any men for the time being. Could you please fuck me instead?” She asked politely, hiking her skirt up.

The officer hesitated for a moment, but eventually shrugged and grabbed her, pushing them both into the room before he pressed her against the wall and jammed his bare cock into her pussy. The two of them fucked in full view of Sylvia for a few minutes until he came inside her. Before he left, Amicia made sure to bend over and clean his cock off as well. After he left, Amicia went over to Sylvia and drooled the cum onto her face, then went behind her and stuck the toy in once again, this time on the lowest setting.

A new routine formed for them. Amicia would lead men in, officers, criminals, janitors, and they would all fuck her in a variety of degrading manners. Some fucked her face, others her ass. Most would use her pussy, pulling on her red hair as they took her from behind. All the while Sylvia’s own pussy was pathetically stimulated, teased just under the point where she could get off. She was drooling from both lips, humping the air in rhythm with the other woman. During bathroom breaks she had her hands locked behind her so she couldn’t rub herself in secret at all.

Days continued like this, and Sylvia’s mind was weakening with each one. After two weeks, just the sight of Amicia would make her start whimpering and squeezing her legs tight. She hated the way her body had learned to react, but she was desperate for any source of pleasure, even if it was from cock. Eventually Amicia finished dealing with an officer and got a call on her phone. She scooped some of the cum from her pussy and fed it to Sylvia as she listened.

“Mhmm. Yes sir, she’s still here. She’s prepped, sir, can you bring in the other one?” A long pause as the other end spoke, and finally she giggled. “Yes sir, I was hoping to suck your cock as a reward. Thank you, sir!”

“Who, mmf, who was that?” Sylvia replied, licking the last of the cum up casually.

“My superior for this case. Don’t worry, you’re going to be set free after this. We just have to finish some prep work and then undo your bindings. There’s one final thing we need to show you.” Amicia said, pulling out her makeup kit again and dolling up Sylvia.

*Freedom? Feels like I barely understand that word anymore. All the blood to my brain’s been getting sent between my legs. All I can think about is how nice she smells still. That stink of cum though; I’ve gotten used to it. Do I like that smell too? I can’t remember. But she said I can be free, I can go back to the alcove*. Sylvie thought to herself as she obediently let Amicia paint her.

It took another hour before they let her out of the stocks. She stretched her back and let out a moan when they removed the toy from her pussy. Her thighs were stained with the drool from the past, and ruined, orgasms. Amicia guided her to another room, but before they opened the door, Sylvia’s ears perked up. A familiar voice was just behind it. With a grin, Amicia opened the door, revealing a carnal scene.

Two male officers were tag teaming a woman. Specifically Molly, Sylvia’s friend from the Alcove. Her face was stained with runny mascara and cum, eyes wide in oblivious pleasure. As Sylvia collapsed onto her knees, the man fucking Molly’s throat pulled out so she could speak.

“Hey Syl! You look so pretty! Isn’t it nice having makeup again?” Molly said, pumping their cocks idly as she spoke.

“You… Molly… how could they break you?” Sylvia asked in disbelief.

“Oh no, silly, they didn’t break me. I met my boyfriend from before the act on my last scouting mission, and he helped me understand the way the world works. We’ve been so sheltered in the tribe and all. I’m glad they brought you here to be taught this stuff too!”

“Y-You mean you were a traitor?!” She asked, tears welling up in her eyes. “I’ve failed… I wanted to protect you, but now…”

“Failed? What are you talking about? I’m the one who’s protecting you right now! We’re best friends, silly, we have to look out for each other.”

Molly let go of the dicks and crawled over to Sylvia. She grabbed both sides of her head and pulled her into a french kiss, the more liberated woman’s tongue worming inside and dominating Sylvia’s. Her mind raced in confusion, fear, despair. So many emotions all struggled to control her weary body, that she could do nothing but remain frozen and let Molly do as she wished. It was only when she felt Molly’s fingers between her legs that she snapped out of it.

“Everyone else in the alcove is going to be like us soon, Sylvia. This is just the way the world works now, and everyone’s happier for it. You want to be happy, you want us to be happy, don’t you? Just give in.” Molly said, standing up and moving beside one of the men, rubbing her body against him.

Sylvia’s mind continued to bounce around in her skull. Nothing made sense. The prevailing feeling of failure, the horniness that’s washed out most of her mind by now. Everything added up to her feeling of patheticness. She couldn’t even cry from the sorrow, her mind too broken to really fight back against it anymore. Tears still came down, but all she could do was laugh. The men looked at each other worried for a moment, but Amicia knew what to do. She took Sylvia by the shoulders and slowly moved her around before bending her forward.

“Sylvia, do you have something you want to say to the nice men?” Molly asked.

“Please… fuck this worthless whore! I can’t do anything, but at least I can be of service to men! Rape my pathetic pussy and ass, make use of this disgraceful failure.” Sylvia said, spreading her cheeks as she presented them.

Both the officers took turns fucking Molly and Sylvia after that. The alcove was located with both the women’s help, and the dissidents all reeducated to be of use to society finally. Sylvia herself remained at the station as a pleasure doll. Mostly the officers used her, but she was occasionally tossed into the male cells to help calm down particularly rowdy or drunk groups.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/nlq6xd/modern_bitch_breaking_free_use