Trigger Warning The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, which is not real. Real rape is wrong. This is for people who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way. This story also takes place in a fictitious, fantasy world that is populated with an alien species, so all of this is part of their culture. Please be culturally sensitive and don't CNC shame them. Thanks!
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Some days I wonder if I'm the only one that hates this, or if there are others that have started to think the way that I have. I found a way out of The Division's programming and I've been teaching others how to escape. Of course, escaping isn't any better than being in the middle of everything. It's not any better to know with the eyes of an observer rather than a participant. In fact, sometimes it feels worse than it did when I was part of The Division.
I have memories of raping people and being raped. I remember the drive and the obsession that existed within me before I was free. I didn't realize that everything that I had ever known had been a byproduct of negative propaganda. I didn't understand that we were all pawns in some sick game of chess that someone high up in The Division's counsel had dreamed up.
I walked outside into the war-torn world that I had always known, not realizing that there were other scenarios and possibilities that I could have been given. All I had ever known had been The Division. I had watched them rape and torture my own mother before they took her from me. They had trained my siblings and I, keeping us in a school that was more like a prison than an educational institution. I knew we were all trapped there and there was nothing I could do about it.
The programming started right away. I was tied down to a wooden chair, my arms and legs strapped down. I was forced to watch image after image of men and women being fucked, some of them against their will. I was twenty-years-old the first time it happened. The Division had created a movie for me to watch, one that brainwashed me into becoming something I had never dreamed I would become. No, I wasn't an assassin. That would have been cool, but instead, I was what The Division called a Woodpecker. My job was to bring in new wood to the pile.
I flew into people's homes at night, looking for the kind of people that belonged with The Division. I knew what they were looking for by then; men mostly, who were strong and capable. They also wanted women like me, the ones who could actually do the things that I did. They wanted confident people, people who would easily overpower the weaker of our species. They wanted people who would do anything to rise in the ranks to grab power.
I was no different when I first started, wanting the power that came with being at the top of The Division. My most memorable victim was a small, blonde girl named Lili. She was a simple girl from another planet. She was short in stature with full cheeks and a tiny, heart-shaped mouth. I remembered the way I had pinned her down and screamed at her, "It's your turn now, bitch! You're mine now. You're going to be a part of The Division!"
Lili's screams as she fought against me had been like music to my ears then. I knew that she wasn't really against what I was about to do to her. Being fucked against your will was the norm in our world. It was just another thing that happened to people and though many tried to avoid it, many tried their best to step into harm's way. I suppose I was always one of those women that didn't mind being raped and used, especially by other women. There was no end to my desire to have orgasm after orgasm. I found that the rougher they were with me, the more I would cum.
Lili was no different. She struggled underneath me as I pinned her down, opening her legs so I could finger her until she was wet. I wanted to taste her, knowing that if I did, that would be more points for me, points that I could use to rise higher in the ranks. I ate Lili's pussy, going for even more points. She could see that I wasn't going to stop after one sex act. I wanted to do them all, to earn the most points off of her body. She allowed it, raising up her stomach in an offering of her body to me.
"Take me, then. If it is to be, then I want to be a part of The Division once and for all."
"So be it," I told her, sitting right on her face with my bare pussy. "Lick, you slut." Lili began to lick and suck on my twat and I looked around, hoping there was someone nearby to witness my accomplishment, but there was no one. It didn't matter. I would still get my points for using Lili. The echo devices were always on, observing us and counting our points. Our point totals amassed in a grid that could be publicly accessed. I smothered her with my pussy, taking two fingers and hooking them into her pussy so I could hit her G-spot. Her body began to dance, convulsions of pleasure rippling through her extremities as I took what I needed from her. I wanted her soul, and I was going to get it.
"You're one of us now," I told her and then I screamed the words that would set in motion the path to my freedom. "Vavala!" I screamed. That was the name of our fearless leader, the woman who had started all of this madness.
"You called?" Lili and I turned to see Vavala materialize in front of us. She was extremely tanned from the amount of time she spent outside on camelback, riding around our world and looking for the kind of trouble that most people tried to avoid. No one I knew personally had ever actually seen Vavala before but we had all been warned not to summon her unless it was absolutely necessary. Her wrath would mean certain death. I had never attempted to actually call her before, but now that I had and she was here, there was no turning back.
"Vavala?" I cried in fear. "I didn't know you would really come when I called you!"
"I can't come on every call, but this was one I wanted to come to. You two are both going to be my little sex slaves, whether you like it or not. First, Woodpecker, go gather me some wood. I think we need some men for this orgy I'm planning."
