“Will she, though? Let’s bet.”
Even a well-rested, well-fed Mindy wouldn’t have had the energy to fight off her brother as he carried her wet, naked body into his bedroom. Hearing his bed creak all day from the adjacent room was a completely different experience than being in there with him, crushed under his weight. But at least she was in a bed. As far as rapes went, she was OK with trading incest trauma for a little bit of comfort.
Unfortunately, the long-awaited nap had to wait. Mike fucked his sister with the same intensity and disregard as he would with his usual sex toy for hours on end, right up to the sound of the doorbell’s ring. He scrambled for a towel to catch and clean the flood of cum oozing out of Mindy’s sore holes then rushed downstairs to welcome the loud frat boys.
“There she is!” A complete stranger to Mindy entered her brother’s bedroom, slapping a baseball bat against his palm just as she dozed off from finally being alone and unmolested in bed. “I’m ready to wreck this little bitch all over again. Wait, is she dead again?”
“She’s fine. You just have to do this from time to time.”
“Ow…” Mindy rudely awoke from her five-second nap with a slap to the cheek from her brother’s hand.
“This is probably her last party, though. For real this time,” Mike added as if honoring his forced promise made him a good person. “And maybe we can stick to only one baseball bat this time, seeing how we must have rattled something loose inside when we did with two…”
Most of these guys had Rape Me Mindy dolls at home but felt less guilty about physically abusing them beyond their limit in a weekly party setting. Mike, immature as he was, was so starved for attention that he had volunteered his doll for these violent delights. After her unfortunate kidnapping, flesh-and-blood Mindy was worn out enough to pass for Mike’s old broken-down cum rag.
“Why are you worried about this piece of trash?” Devin said of the naked girl crashing on Mike’s bed. “Look how broken she is, dude. She doesn’t even have the battery power to beg for her life. Once we tear this one apart, I’ll get my dad to buy you a new Mindy.” Devin took a few practice thrusts of his bat, thicker side first.
“You mean… for me to keep?”
“Yeah sure. They’re like five hundred bucks now right? Even cheaper when you buy them in bulk. I don’t even get mine repaired when I choke them to death. I just get my dad to buy me a new one.”
Mindy’s brother figured it was in everyone’s best interest that he got a brand-new Rape Me Mindy doll. The dick-sucking had apparently improved a lot on this year’s model. And his Don’t Rape Me Mindy would be off the hook for all future sex parties. “OK, well… do your worse then, I guess.”
Mindy was used to rape. She was even used to gang-rape. But nobody had ever actively tried to break her before. Half-a-dozen boys wanted to feel what a Rape Me Mindy doll was made of deep inside those holes. Her limbs were contorted at ligament-stretching angles while two male arms were digging inside her cunt up to the elbow. There were three baseball bats up her ass and a fourth one being hammered in the middle, stretching her anus to a dangerous new diameter.
She had a dozen new ideas to trick those simple-minded cavemen into letting her go, but they all involved the use of her voice, and that Devin guy got his rocks off by choking her with both hands while his friends explored her internal structure. Mindy’s words, when she managed one or two, couldn’t be anything but a whispered ‘no’ or ‘please’. How very Rape Me Mindy of her.
“I didn’t know you could go so deep in there. It’s like they have a whole fake womb behind the fake cervix,” said one of the boys exploring the depths of Mindy’s reproductive system.
“Err… yeah maybe you shouldn’t play too deep in there.” Mindy’s brother was trying his best to keep the uterine damage to a minimum without sounding too much like a weenie. “Might be important err… components.”
“I told you I’m getting you a new one,” Devin said from behind Mindy’s limp head. He was still wringing her neck like an empty toothpaste tube. “Make some space in that cunt, I want to feel it too.”
Mindy’s unsupported head fell back and her throat didn’t cooperate when she tried to express the discomfort of three arms and four bats in one scream.
“Oh yeah, it is amazing. I was always afraid to stick my fingers past that tiny opening in case there were gears or a power supply in there. But it’s just another way to make her go crazy.”
“I think she finally powered down for good,” said a random rapist.
Mindy was foaming at the mouth, eyes rolled deep in the back of her head. Slaps were not having any effect.
“Try twisting her nipple. That’s what I do when mine looks dead. Doesn’t always work but…” Devin clamped the tip of one of Mindy’s bells between his thumb and the side of his index. It was one of those times when it did work. Mindy gasped in pain and resumed her squirming around the bats and arms in her guts for the boys’ enjoyment.
Satisfied with his spelunking, Devin extracted his lubricated arm from Mindy’s womb and gave his cunt space to another boy. He immediately went back to his favorite pastime: choking a bitch.
“Oh hey, you’re back. I was starting to get worried that they went a little too far there.”
They?! Mindy thought. If I recall, you’re the one who shoved the second bat all the way to the handle up my butt. The comfort of a bed had lost a lot of its appeal since it was on that same bed that she had endured the worst gang rape of her life, despite being a gang rape expert. But at least, lopsided bargain fulfilled, she could go back to being a regular girl until the next time her mother asked her to get milk.
“H…” She tried to speak. The rest of the sentence would have been something like “…elp me pull those bats out of my ass with more care than when they were shoved in,” but the expelled air didn’t have a particular tone. Mindy tried again, then clutched at her finger-streaked throat.
“You can’t speak?” her brother asked with an almost invisible hint of a mischievous smile. “Interesting.”
Mindy shook her head, panic in her eyes. Interesting was not one of the words she would have used for this terrifying experience.
“Because the only way you convinced me you were really my sister was by saying things you shouldn’t know. So… if you can’t say things you shouldn’t know anymore or be annoying in general, what’s the difference, really, between Mindy and Rape Me Mindy?”
Mindy grabbed her chest and brushed her arm to remind her brother what he had said about the unmatched squishiness of her breasts and the softness of her skin.
Mike took this occasion to fondle his sister’s breasts inquisitively for several minutes. “I’m not convinced. Maybe you’re not the Mindy I trashed but you could still be one of the new models that wandered in the house. Maybe the new AI makes them more… convincing. Everyone knows I had a crush on Jessica. Maybe your memories were scanned too.”
Mindy gave the bedroom door a side glance. She was so exhausted it might as well be a mile away. And who was on the other side? Her mother? Mike warned her she would lose that bet and without being able to speak, he was probably right.
“I think I’m going to keep you until Devin gives me the new one. Then I’ll be able to better compare.”
“…” That was Mindy trying to say ‘You lying piece of shit. You have got to be kidding me.’
Other than taking the abuse silently, Mindy was the perfect replacement for her brother’s sex doll. Without ever taking his hands from her breasts, Mike humped her ass like a horny rabbit the entire week of waiting for a replacement. But being the sex doll of someone only pretending not to know you’re a real girl has notable perks. Mindy was given scraps of real food, and, though disturbingly erotic, the occasional showers were warm and soothing.
How long would it take for the Rape Me Mindy fad to blow over? How long until she could take a walk without getting snatched? A decade? Until then… better the devil you know than the devil you don’t. Suffering her brother’s incessant rectal thrusts and listening to his creepy grunts we probably better than any life she could try to live out there.
The doorbell gave Mindy a spine-tingling shiver from under her humping brother’s sweaty body. At least it was the poor robot’s turn to get stretched and choked.
“Oh, the boys are back. I hope Devin brought my new doll.” Mike was shoving tissues up his sister’s gaping hole as he talked. “Listen, I’d like to be able to break her in before they break her in if you know what I mean. So I’m going to swap you guys while they’re still downstairs, OK?”
Mindy didn’t really understand who was getting swapped. Surely her brother wasn’t suggesting a repeat of her near-death experience just to save the 3D-printed virginity of his new toy.
“It’s just this one time. I don’t think it matters that you can’t talk because knowing Devin, he’ll have his hands around your neck the second he comes in. I’ll tell them not to go above two bats. Like, three at most.”
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