This is a piece I wrote in the world of u/freeuseistherightway. Unfortunately, I am no longer a part of that group, but I didn’t want to lose my work after deleting my alt account. A choice I made for my own mental health after some drama in that group. Anyways, please enjoy, though unfortunately the planned second part has been cancelled due to the afore mentioned drama.
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Amber woke up early, she’d only had a few hours of sleep after the New Years celebrations, but her routine waited for no one, not even herself. She got out of bed and got ready for her morning jog, quiet so as not to wake her parents down the hall. The morning air was crisp and cool, but she knew that after a minute or so of jogging that she’d be warm enough. She pulled on a nice snug pair of leggings and some shorts over top. Somewhat self conscious of people looking at her, she always wore a tee over her sports bra, but today she added a light jacket for the cold. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and checked the clock. 5:47. There was supposed to be some sort of announcement from the government this morning at six, but she was late for her jog, she could read it later.
As she headed out towards the nearby biking trail, Amber wondered what the news could be. Supposedly some sort of revolutionary policy that would make everyone’s lives better. Maybe they finally solved world hunger, or some sort of new medical breakthrough. Putting it out of her mind, she focused on the music playing through her headphones. Everyone made fun of her for not having wireless earbuds, but they did their job just fine. She wanted to beat her record, fifteen minutes to jog a mile. She pushed herself hard, almost not believing it when the bench that marked the end of the mile came into view.
Amber took a moment to breathe and sat down on the bench. She sat on the very edge away from the man who had already been sitting there. She pulled out her phone, 6:01. She’d beaten her record but only barely. Not that she wasn’t moving she could feel the heat in her muscles, the sweat freezing against her skin. She nearly jumped off the bench when she heard the man speak.
“Hey, names Sam, how about you?” Coming to herself, she looked over at Sam. He was a bit larger than she was, and a stranger.
“Amber,” she looked pointedly away from him. She focused on her breathing, feeling her chest expand, pushing deeper, long full breaths. She looked at her phone again, 6:04. She remembered the announcement that was supposed to air at six.
“You jog here often?” with a jolt, she glared at the man who had startled her for the second time that morning. She could feel the heat of the jog, the muscles sore from work. She could feel the cold morning air, her breath sharp like steam. She wanted to snap at him, to say yes, she’s here every morning, to tell him off for coming to her spot and ruining her rest.
“Sometimes, not always,”
“So what are you up to? Taking a break from jogging, you look like you’ve run a marathon.”
“It was only a mile, not that far, I was just about to read that new government announcement, so if you don’t mind.”
“Jeeze, just trying to be friendly here, but now that you mention it, ya I should totally check that out, I wonder what it is, maybe they figured out how to make infinite energy, eh?
“Ya, sure, whatever it is, it’s supposed to be great.”
Yeah,..” Amber saw him shake his head as he trailed off, pulling out his phone. Good she thought, he’s finally going to leave me alone. She unlocked her phone and went to the news section. Right at the top was the header: A New World Order. She tapped on it and began to read. The title confused her, what was the free use act? What did that mean? What di… Amber froze, her breath caught, her stomach twisted into a knot of butterflies. Aware of every sensation of her body, the goose bumps rolling up her arms, the bread of sweat about to land in her eye, the tingling fear radiating from the depths of her body. It felt like time had frozen in that one fateful moment when she read the words that would change her life forever.
For their own safety, women will no longer have the right to resist the sexual advances of a man.
It couldn’t be true, it had to be the wrong article, but it was posted with the official digital seal of the government, it was posted on the federal website. no , no, how could this be the news, how could this make the world better? None of it made sense. It couldn’t be, the feminist movement would never allow id, sure they were in bad faith a the moment do to some anti lgbt views, but they would never allow this to happen.
A sharp bark of laughter snapped her back to reality. Sam. the fear blossomed into a paralyzing wave of terror as she looked over at the man sitting next to her, and the absolute, hungry joy that masked his face. No, it couldn’t, he wouldn’t. The time was 6:16. Why did she care about that, she had to get home, her parents would know what to do, god dammit why wouldn’t her legs move!
She forced her protested muscles to fight the terror that gripped her, she stood, she would be home soon. She could feel burgeoning hope as her muscles moved, one step and another, she would, and his hands grabbed her shoulders, hope fled, oh lord please send help, the prayer came from silent lips and fell on deaf ears. She could not resist him when he spun her around.
“You stuck up little slut, I was just trying to be polite and make conversation, but no, well, now you’ll see whore.” And she did see then, and felt. She was a prisoner in her own body, she felt him take off her jacket, saw it land on the ground. She felt naked already. But Sam wasn’t anywhere near finished with undressing her. Her mouth worked, her lips dry, but no sound came out as he pulled her over her head. She tried to break free, but she only managed to tangle herself in her shirt. To her dismay, She felt her arms pinned to her back, twisted by her now knotted tee. A sob left her throat, and she finally found her voice.
“No,” she was racked with sobs, “please, no” He gave no sign of hearing, she could feel him squeezing her breasts, she felt something cold and hard on her back, shivers ran down her spine, and her sports bra sagged. In a glint of the dawn light, she saw him bring the knife to her front, and cut the last straps of her bra. It seemed to fall to the ground like a leaf, drawn out and mesmerizing.
“That’s much better, you have some fine tits slut, they’re even bigger than I thought.” Her back arched one of his hands keeping her middle pressed to his, one hand pulling up and back on her breasts. She felt like she was being pulled apart. And though the tight stretching, the screaming protest of her sore muscles, she felt a hard lump pressed firm into her ass cheek. “How dare you keep them locked up in such a tight bra. They should be on display, so I can watch them bounce.”
He pulled her head back, resting against his shoulder. She felt thankful that his torturous treatment of her chest was over. She only had a brief moment to feel disgusted with herself, to notice the gentle breeze rustling the trees above, to think maybe it was a dream. But it could not last, Sam had needs to fulfill. True to his word, he made her bounce.
“See” his voice came through the pain each time her breast slammed down. “This is,” it came through his panting as he dry humped her. “How a nice.” It came through her sobs. “Of tits should look.” His voice spun through her head, why was she so focused on his voice, she needed to get away, away from where, what was she doing, why was she here, why did her breast hurt so much.
“Fuck!” the sharp groans in her ear snapped her all too much back to reality, she was being raped. “Ugh, I need more. Lets see that pussy of yours slut. She felt her shorts bunch around her ankles, she braced herself for her leggings to follow. But it never came, instead she felt him grip her hard and pull her leggings apart at the seams. She felt pressure on her back, and a tight tug around her thighs, He was pushing her forward and pulling on her panties. The soft cloth hurt it dug into her soft skin, wedged up into her pussy. And with a snap, she found her voice again. Screaming she stumbled forward under the force of his shove, and hobbled by her shorts, she fell. Unable to save herself, she landed hard on the ground, the wind knocked out of her.
She felt Sam’s hands on her waist as he pulled her ass higher, dragging her tits and face against the hard concrete. She felt the burning scrapes and the firm grip he held on her body, she, Begged. “No, please, I’m sorry, please don’t, I didn’t mean it, please, no ,please, please.” And she felt her mouth go dry. The taste of salt overwhelmed her. He had shoved her panties into her mouth.
“There, that’s better whore. Ah, this should help.” Amber watched as he grabbed her earbuds, she felt him tie them around her mouth. “Now then, lets see what you have to offer me.” She felt his hands running across her ass, down her thighs, a warm tingling almost like a tickle ran up her body. He was surprisingly gentle, she almost enjoyed the caress of his hands, even through the knot of fear in her stomach. And for all she was bare to the cold morning air, her pussy felt oddly warm. Her pussy felt, she gasped as Sam pinched her clit hard, a burning rod of pain lancing so good up her spine, needles jabbing her fingertips, a soft groan escaped from her throat, or was it a moan?
“So that’s what a clit is, doesn’t look so special to me, why do you girls make such a big fuss over it?” Sam let go of her clit, and she felt his thumbs run up her labia, his fingers spreading out, pulling her thighs and ass apart. “Wow, I’ve never seen one in person before, you stuck up bitches never appreciate how nice I am to you.” She felt cold air rush over her, delving into her body, freezing her insides as he pulled her labia open.
“My god, it looks so soft, and you’re dripping wet. They were right, you really do want this don’t you?” Amber tried to protest, but any noise came out muffled and useless, any movement hindered by her clothes binding her and the hard sidewalk digging into her skin. She felt Sam shifting, and her world spun as he pulled her up, straddling his legs, eyes to the trees above. He reached around in front of her, she could feel his arm slid along her stomach as he fondled her pussy. She felt him grope like he was looking for something.
“Ah, there we go,” his voice in her ear was her last coherent thought as he pushed his dick into her virgin pussy. All pretense of being gentle was gone, he thrust into her with everything he had. Every jolt of pleasure punctuated by the hard stab of him slamming into her cervix, every wave of unwanted warmth followed by a wave of shame and fear. Her mind was a contradiction, pleasure, fear, anger, ecstasy, shame, desire. She saw the trees sway, she felt het tits bounce, did they hurt? The sidewalk seemed longer than it should, a cop walking slowly towards them. The cold air filled her lungs, the fire in her blood pulse behind her eyes.
Sam was yelling, moaning, was that her voice? Sam spasmed, she could feel his cock shake in her pussy. Tears leaked down her cheeks, hot against her bruised skin, but his cum was even hotter, filling, coating her insides. She felt empty, all emotion seemed to leaver her. She could no longer feel her hate, her fear, anything, except the warm pain that pulsed with every beat of her heart. Sam slid out of her pussy, and she felt the emptiness inside her grew into a void, endless and all consuming.
Amber sagged to her knees, breathing hard. Trying to think. Her thoughts were broken, Sam was no longer holding onto her. The ground was cold. The shining star on the cop’s uniform glinted in the harsh morning sun. Her thighs were hot. The small pebble stuck to her cheek fell off. Her arms were sore. Her pussy felt,.. good for some reason. Her vision turned blue. She was staring at a blue pair of pants. The cop. Hope filled her, tagged with the dregs of fear. She looked up at the cop. He would save her, the law would, the law…
“Everything alight here sir?” the cop didn’t even seem to notice her kneeling bound and abused at his feet. “I heard some screaming, wanted to make sure everything was good over here.” She noticed Sam, sitting on the bench. He looked up from His phone and gave her a half smile, victory in his eyes. For the second time that morning, hope died.
“Everything is good, officer, just exercising my rights.” Sam gestured at her. “It’s a great new law isn’t it?” The cop barked a laugh, Amber saw the weird cuffs hanging from his belt, shaking in her face. The cop looked down at her and smiled.
“Indeed. I trust everything went well? She satisfied everything you needed?”
“Well, she didn’t do much. Just took my cock like a good slut, after some convincing anyways.”
“A dead fuck?” The cop looked at her, all warmth gone, his eyes even colder than the air on her bare skin. “That’s a punishable offence. Section three states all women must do everything they can to actively pleasure any man who needs her.” The cop grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard, twisting her nipples. She tried to scream, but all that came out was a weak moan. “Would you like to press charges Sir?” She saw the considering look on Sam’s face, the way his eyes looked down and to the left, how his hand fell, resting in his lap, the faint smile growing as his chest rose, the bulge in his pants. Oh god, he was hard again, she gasped as he pulled out his dick. There’s no way that was inside her, even from a few meters away it looked massive, red and veiny.
“Tell you what,” Amber watched Sam stroke his cock a few times, she was caught like a snake staring down a rabbit. She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock. She couldn’t help feeling like it was still in her, feeling him stretch her, had he truly raped her, was any of this real? “I’ll waive the charges if she takes care of this properly.”
Amber barely had time to realize what he’d said before she was violently pulled to her feet. “You heard the man woman,” the cop shoved her hard towards Sam. She stumbled and almost fell again. “Well, what are you waiting for, pleasure him.” Amber wanted to cry, but she had run out of tears. Kicking off her shorts, she cast away the last of her resistance, she gave into this cruel new world.
Stepping up to Sam, Amber put her knees up on the bench, straddling his legs. She felt him grab her bruised tits, felt him playing with her nipples. Swallowing sound her panties, she took a deep breath and lowered herself until she felt the tip of his cock against her pussy. She moved so it was inline with her vagina, she could feel how smoothly it moved over her skin, she could feel the strings of grool pulling and sliding. It felt so big, she was sure it would never fit. But she knew it already had, his cum soaking into her ruined leggings were proof enough for that.
Amber lowered herself, and felt Sam slide right in, and this time she was fully aware of everything. The thick veins pulsing with warm blood, the tip parting her insides like they weren’t even there. She felt her body respond, she felt her pussy shape itself to him, she felt her labia tugging, gripping his cock as she moved. And she did move. Her hips pushing forward and back, her legs pushing up and down. She rode his cock like her life depended on it, she wasn’t sure it didn’t.
Amber could feel it all. Every heartbeat brought back the fire, every downward thrust brought her closer to that edge she knew all too well. And she hated herself for it. She felt Sam begin to move with her, thrust up as she went down, pushing in deeper and deeper. She felt him slam into her cervix. She could feel the pain, but she didn’t stop, she couldn’t stop, the snake had her paralyzed in his gaze, bent to his will. Up and down, up, down, up, down. The heat spread throughout her body, to her finger tips, to the top of her head, to the tips of her toes. She knew she was about to orgasm, to fall into that sweet pit of pure ecstasy. And she felt a stabbing pain, and she came back from the brink, almost reluctant, as Sam grab her her shoulders and thrust her down hard. With a muffled squeal, she felt him quiver inside her, felt his quick spasms as he orgasmed. She felt his cum for the second time that day. She felt him go limp before he was fully out of her. But she would get no rest on this day. Her throat hurt with the effort to scream, to sob, as she felt herself yanked off the bench, but she had already run it ragged.
“Now it my turn,” the cop bent her over in front of him, her face mere inches from the back of the bench. She felt him spread her feet apart. “You were right, this is a nice hole isn’t it?” Amber couldn’t see the men, the cop’s hand in her hair kept her head forward, bent back at a painful angle. She felt his cock slide deep into her, she clamped around him, the sudden intrusion came as a shock, though she was almost glad for the wave of warmth that came with it, the air was cold and she had been naked for a while, yes it was cold, she didn’t want to orgasm, not like this, she couldn’t, could she?
“Ooh, that’s nice and tight slut, you’ll make many men happy, be proud of yourself.” Amber felt nothing but shame and heat. Warm tingling despair. Why wasn’t he trusting? What was he doing? She felt him slide out of her body, rubbing the tip up and down the outside of her thighs and pussy. What could he pos-. “Yep that’ll do nicely.”
The world blurred as Amber was pulled upright again. Her eyes went wide, and she managed to scream one last defiant wail, for she had found her answer. Her feet left the ground with the force of the large cop’s thrust, her own body weight forcing her down deeper. Her mind went white with shock. She felt the searing pain run blaze through her, she felt it in the back of her mind, oh how she wished she was still being raped by Sam, unaware of every feeling. He had split her ass open with one violent trust.
“Oh my god, look at her face, that is so hot,” Amber heard Sam talking, she heard the cops groan of pleasure.
“And her ass is tight as hell, holy fuck.” As the cop pulled back down, Amber came face to face with Sam, his piercing blue eyes swam in her head. She felt the odd sensation of the cop pulling out till just the tip was left in her. And she felt her insides split, as Sam pushed his cock into her pussy again. They held her for a moment, the cop’s arms under her arms, squeezing her tits, Sam forcing her legs up and apart. She felt her thighs scream in protest as Sam pushed her feet above her head. And that was her only respite. The two men mercilessly raped her sore and broken holes. And amber felt every thrust. She could feel their dicks pressing against each other, she could feel her insides stretching as one trust in and the other pulled out, she could feel every pulse of heat that crashed through her. Each time Sam thrust she stood at that precipice, stood before that void that she knew would end the pain, but each thrust into her ass from the cop ripped her back from the brink. Oh god, please let her orgasm, let her just ride that wave of bliss until this was over. But her prayer fell on deaf and uncaring ears.
Amber felt the familiar sensations she knew as Sam orgasming, she could feel his cum, just a few drops, and he was gone, limp and no longer inside her body. She wished with all her heart that he still was, for without him, there was only pain. An eternity passed as the men worked together to manhandle her. Her ass was numb, she barely even felt the cop orgasam inside her. It was a shock to feel her feet hit the ground. And when the cop let go, her knees gave away, she collapsed into a heap on the ground. Breathing hard, she tried to move, but her body would not respond.
Amber felt her shoes come off her feet, her socks, her ruined leggings, and last the jacket came off, freeing her arms. But still she couldn’t move. She felt something cold and hard tighten around her ankles, and again around her wrists. The cop lifted her head and she felt the same cold hard feeling around her neck. She realized what the cop had done. Handcuffs, ankle cuffs, and a collar. She wanted to cry out, to protest, but she didn’t have the strength to even moan. She felt the cords of her earbuds snap, and felt her panties be removed from her mouth.
“Hey,” Amber heard Sam’s voice through the haze in her head, “you should shove those into her cunt, so she stops dripping everywhere.” She heard the cop laugh and felt something very rough solved into her pussy.
“Alright, just one last thing, all female state prisoners must be outfitted with a butt plug, Do you have a preference of colour slut?” Amber worked her mouth, but no sound came out. “Oh for fucks sake!” she heard the cop yell. She saw his feet walk over towards the bench and come back. The haze in her head vanished as ice cold water splash over her body, she shuddered and took in a sharp breath her muscles finally responding. She sat up, trying to ignore the pain in her stomach.
“Not that it matters, I only have black anyway. Stand up.” Amber tried to stand, but she couldn’t put any force into her legs. “Oh for the love,” her head spun as the cop yanked her to her feet. She was almost proud her knees didn’t immediately buckle again. She felt a sharp pain as the cop forced the plug into her. She was surprised at how much it hurt given how small it was compared to the dicks she had just taken.
“Now, what is your name slut?”
“Aa- am-” she breathed hard, her mouth was dry, her throat her, her body throbbed in pain. “ Amb-b-m-amber L-urien” she finished in a rush.
“Well then Amber Lurien, you have the right to shut up and serve men. I am placing you under arrest of the state for failing to please a man, myself, to the absolute fullest.”
“B- but, si-sir, please”
“And I’m adding a charge of resisting arrest” and with that he clipped the end of what appeared to be a dog leash to the collar around her neck. He led her away, naked and bound, to the new life that awaited her.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nrj3f8/a_morning_jog_rapefreeuse