Her first thought upon regaining consciousness was that she was sucking on her thumb, as she had done as a child. There was something in her mouth, and it felt so good to suck on it.
But her whole body was moving, back and forth, and a moment later she realised what was happening. It was a dick in her mouth - a dick attached to a burly tradesman, who had adjusted his work pants to release a large, stiff cock and stuff it into Kathy's mouth.
There was another cock in her pussy - a second tradesman, who had been happily fucking her unconscious body. Once again, Kathy was being raped by men whose names she didn't even know - and the response from her traitorous body, once it realised this, was to loudly and visibly orgasm.
The feeling of Kathy moaning uncontrollably around a mouthful of his cock must have been too much for the first man, as she shuddered, and Kathy felt her mouth suddenly fill with his cum, which she swallowed eagerly. A moment later, the other man came too, and spurted his cum into her cunt. Kathy couldn't even remember how many loads of sperm her womb had received in the past 24 hours - and almost all of it from men she didn't even know. She truly was a slut.
As they pulled out, the men looked a little nervous. They had just raped an unconscious woman - even if she had invited them to do so via the note on her door. Would she complain? Would she call the police?
It occurred to Kathy that if they thought they could get in trouble, it was possible the men might try to silence her - so she enthusiastically thanked them as soon as her mouth was free of cock, doing her best to sound like being raped in her sleep was her fondest desire and most persistent fantasy, until she was sure both men were comfortable with what they had done to her.
Afterwards, they showed her their work. True to her instructions, her house now had no doors. No front door, no back door, no bedroom door, no toilet door, no bathroom door. There was literally nothing to stop people (or animals) wandering in off the street and exploring any part of her house they chose to. Kathy could do nothing to protect her privacy, or herself, in any part of her house.
She thanked them for their work, and paid them, and they left, apparently very satisfied with the interaction.
And then Kathy turned to her phone, and entered the eight secret message, which she had learned in her trance.
"BE WET. ALWAYS."
It was less of a commandment than a statement of truth. She *was* wet - without stimulation. Her cunt throbbed. She wanted the tradesmen to return, and fuck her again, and cum on her, or in her, and make her pretty.
There was a little loop playing in the back of her mind now - sexy thoughts, slutty thoughts, disgusting thoughts. It was like part of her mind was now devoted full-time to remembering her rapes, to imagining new ones, to thinking about how to please her pussy, and that constant cycle of thoughts was producing erotic energy between her thighs, like a generator, constantly sparking with lust.
The app told her what she'd won - and she almost threw her phone away in horror. It was a hardcore porn modelling contract. She would be the "Fuckdoll of the Month" on the "Big-Titted Bitches" website, and be paid to take part in a photo shoot where she was violently fucked by several men (and also women). The photos would be publicly displayed on the internet, under her real name, and soon become the top result for Google searches for her name.
Her first photo shoot would be exactly a week after her breast augmentation.
She had to stop this. She had to get out of this loop. Soon it would be too late. She would be a big-titted brainless bimbo forever, unless she found the last two secret messages quickly.
"You're a stupid little cunt," said her boss' voice in her ear. And then her own voice replied: "Yes, sir, I'm a stupid little cunt."
She shivered - and then jumped, as she realised she was masturbating. Her hand was rubbing her cunt eagerly, entirely of its own accord, driven by the pulsing need of her cunt. She snatched her hand away - but then, slowly, returned it. It felt good to masturbate and, really, what was wrong with feeling good?
But she couldn't go back into the loop now. She had to go to her father's house for dinner - a dinner where she would see her "Uncle" Trevor, who had confessed yesterday that he wanted to rape her, and who she had encouraged in that fantasy.
She looked at her phone - and saw that she had a number of text messages.
The first few were from various men that she knew, most of whom she hadn't talked to recently. They all said the same thing - "ring me". She realised they had to be generated by the app. The app wanted to hear more male voices in her life, so it could learn them. She should ignore the messages - and yet, she couldn't. The messages purported to come from men, and men knew best, and she wanted to obey.
She rang each of the men. One was a friend from her school days. One was a former co-worker. One was the GP she had been seeing since she was a young girl.
Each conversation went the same way. The man was initially surprised to hear from Kathy, and didn't know why she was calling. And then, after about thirty seconds of conversation, they would tell Kathy that she was a slut, and ask her to send them a picture of her naked body.
Kathy obeyed, every time, sending them nude photos that showed the tradesman's cum still leaking from her violated twat.
