The Raging Clits

I held on to the last note for just a few seconds longer, until I raised the guitar high above my head victoriously!

The crowd went fucking wild!

Aw man. This whole fucking night was just a dream come true. All the practice had panned out. Our routine was near-perfect now.

Katy gave me a playful grin with her tongue hanging halfway out of her mouth. We just fucking nailed that piece. I wanted to high five her so bad, but that would have probably looked uncool.

It was the first song I had written for the band.

”Die M*n Scum Die”

I loved the title I gave it too. And the lyrics... Well, they just flowed right out of me.

They sounded so perfect in Sylvie’s mouth. The way she screamed the last part about ripping off testicles and eating them on a barbecue... It just worked. Everything worked.

There was no mistaking it. We were the shit. And this song... was a hit.

Pitchfork even gave it a ”Best New Track” title.

It actually felt really cool. To not only make hot music, but to be a part of something bigger. A movement. On the forefront of feminism. Taking down the old rulers. Being the rebels.

And doing it in a band with both of my childhood friends. I was truly living the dream.

Fuck yeah. We were The Raging Clits.

”Holy shit!” Sylvie suddenly shouted into her microphone.

The cheers began dying out. Everyone sensed she wanted to tell the audience something.

Even I had no idea what.

”Well holy fucking shit! Look at this! Look at what we got ourselves on the very first row!”

Heads began turning in the audience, probably trying to spot a celebrity.

”It’s a... male! A fucking white male!” Sylvie shouted disgustedly.

Suddenly, it got a lot quieter.

All heads turned to the one, pale-looking, scrawny guy in the front row.

His face fell.

I actually saw him during the last two songs. It really looked like he was jamming to the music and having a bitchin time.

That wasn’t the point though.

”Now what in the ever living fuck makes you think you can bring your privileged ass all the way to the front? And oppress like the 20 womyn who are currently staring at your back?”

The crowd began murmuring. People were agreeing with Sylvie.

The guy looked like he wanted the Earth just to swallow him.

”LADIES!” Sylvie sreamed so hard to the microphone in her signature style, I was afraid she might break the thing. The crowd got really rowdy. ”LET’S SHOW HIM HIS PLACE!”

And with that, the guy was suddenly grabbed by his neck and pulled backwards.

And back he went, all the way, like he was nothing but sack of shit. Which he was, to be honest. All men were to some extent.

Katy knew this was a great place to shift to our next track, ”Privileged get the bullet first”. She picked up on the bass line, and after a few seconds, we were rocking this place apart.

The atmosphere was out of the fucking roof now. This was easily our best concert yet.

The guy ended up on the floor, being kicked around by a group of especially militant feminists. Too bad. I only hoped he wouldn’t sue us or something.

Nah. He wouldn’t dare. The cultural climate would squash him like a bug.

I could see Katy chuckle next to me.

Yeah, it was pretty funny.

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ONE YEAR LATER

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Oh man. Memories.

...What a difference a year makes. I guess.

I had too much time to think these days. It did no good to think about the old days. It just made me sad.

Just focus on cleaning His bathroom. Do the best job you can.

I just wished... I didn’t have to... lick the toilet.

According to Him... it needed special care. You couldn’t just wipe it clean.

It had to be licked clean.

I ran my tongue under the faucet. I didn’t want to carry those flavors in my mouth for too long. Unless He insisted on it... But happily that was a rare occasion.

I looked up into the bathroom mirror.

Was this truly me now?

It almost made me want to cry.

It did no good to be nostalgic about old times. It really really did not.

This was my new life now.

His ****. His puppet.

Just accept it. And you’re happier. At least a little happier.

Those band days were so long ago, it felt like another lifetime.

It felt like it was someone else. And in a way, it was.

At some point my body began going through a insane transformation. My lips puffed up like a pornstar’s, and my boobs grew so many cup sizes I couldn’t keep count anymore. And my ass... It was like a parody of an ass. My ass couldn’t fit on most chairs anymore. For the first few months I couldn’t get used to my new hip and tit size and accidentally dropped so many objects around the house. And after enough punishments... I started getting used to it.

And my clothes... It was whatever he decided I should wear that day.

I was always so proud of my sense of style. I called it ”feminist chique”. Colorful pants and suits, being both confidently feminine and making fun of masculinity.

Now I had this goddamn tight collar around my neck 24/7.

Most days I was just fully naked. He bought me several fetish outfits, but it was harder and harder to wear any of them. Somehow my cup size still kept growing.

I know. Why on Earth? What would make my body do this? This sounded like a medical emergency if anything.

But... I wasn’t allowed to question it. I wasn’t allowed to talk about it.

He forbid it.

So... Whatever happened to my body... I just had to accept it. No matter how little sense it made.

Oh God. I had spent 2 minutes in front of the mirror. And I was supposed to work! Shit! I hoped He wouldn’t catch me being so... lazy! And vain!

Like the stupid fucking cunt I always was!

...Did I really think that?

It didn’t matter anymore. I wasn’t allowed an opinion. Only His word mattered in here. So... What choice did I have? This was reality now. I just had to accept it.

I walked down the hallway to the play room. I tried going as fast as I could, but it was hard. He had orderd me to walk everywhere swaying my ass as sexily as I could. Even when there was no one seeing it. So moving from one room to another required some effort.

Katy and Sylvie were already waiting in the play room.

Or as their names were these days...

Katy, aka. Cumbucket...

And my best friend, my feminist idol, Sylvie... Was called Sucky-Suck now.

Yeah, their bodies had gone through dramatic shifts also.

Neither of them was blonde a year ago. But that changed at same time as their bodies did.

Now we were just a triple threat of blonde bimbos.

He really had a type.

He made sure to get rid of anything that displayed our... sigh... "original personalities".

Something none of us could even discuss with each other, since it was forbidden.

In fact, there was very little topics of discussion we were allowed.

If it didn’t have anything to do with pleasing Him... You could be fairly certain we couldn’t talk about it.

Like now. I knew I was a few minutes late. And I wanted to apologize to my bimbo sisters. But I could only do it by a certain method.

”I-I’m sorry I’m late! ...Let’s do our best to please him!”

His pleasure needed to be mentioned.

”Pwease... Try to kweep to schwedule... I want him to be hwappy when he comes home...” Sylvie mumbled. It wasn’t easy to talk with those lips. Sure mine and Katy’s bodies were obscene, but hers was... ridiculous.

Her mammoth tits... Not sure why He gave only Sylvie those. All I knew... is that really loved to whip them.

Or have us whip them.

And those lips...

It was hard not to imagine His cock between them. While she sucked Him like a hoover.

Because that’s what she was. That’s what we all were now. Just household appliances, made to take care of His cock.

Katy kept being silent, and just picked up her bass. I picked up my guitar, and was readying myself to play. It was fucking hard to learn to play guitar with these massive tits in the way, but hey, I had **** about it.

It was hard for everybody. Sylvie walked behind her synth. She had been a singer in The Raging Clits, but she had some experience with a synth as well. And right now, we didn’t need singing. He didn’t need singing. And if it was hard for me and Katy to play our instruments with our massive melons, it was nearly impossible for Sylvie. Her volleyballs kept hitting the keys she wasn’t meaning to, and we had to start many times over.

As we ”jammed”, I couldn’t help but reminisce about the old times again.

And... about Him.

John. Our master.

He was the guy who got pummeled in that one concert one year ago.

And then the motherfucker actually sued us.

It was like the social media event of the summer. Hating on our band for doing what we did. Just for being rebels. Being blamed for everything wrong with feminism.

But we just kept digging ourselved further. Sylvie called on her whole feminist network to go and pulverize John’s house in graffitis.

Which did happen. But after that... the case was closed.

It was clear we were going to lose in court. And perhaps end up in jail too.

So when John offered that one deal during our settlement negotiations... It felt too good to be true.

He just wanted a lifetime backstage pass.

We agreed to it in a heartbeat.

Biggest mistake of our lives.

All during the settlement meeting he just kept playing with his phone, looking as excited as a kid on a Christmas eve.

That should have been a huge red flag.

He was always there. During every concert. Backstage. Talking to us. Slowly...

Making us do stuff. Small stuff first, but...

The stuff got bigger and bigger.

It was a true slippery slope.

I didn’t feel like reminiscing about all the painful stages of corruption he put us through.

I did remember him fucking me in that small storage room for the first time.

I did remember hearing that he had taken Katy’s and Sylvie’s virginity. The most devoted lesbian couple I ever knew.

He somehow made us wear lewder and lewder outfits on stage.

So much so that eventually our fanbase changed from young aspiring feminists to dirty old men.

Until he informed us he was our manager from now on.

We did fight that a little... But...

I guess he had the better arguments or something?

He changed our style to full pop. Punk was out of the window. Only pop songs about sex. More and more explicit pop songs about sex.

We even began every show with a group kiss. Which got the men really hot, especially when our outfits at this point were practically see-through.

I was a bisexual, so the more explicitly lesbian our stage show turned into... I could at least live with it. I just never thought... I’d have those thoughts about my lifelong friends, but... He wanted all of us to have fun.

And play. In front of him. With him. At the same time.

Just... so much fucking... which slowly turned into spanking... and bondage... and...

Then one day he just informed us he owned the band now. Everything we were and were going to be.

He didn’t need to say he owned us too. It was obvious.

Just the thought of arguing against him... It felt impossible. For all of us.

And then... We moved in with him.

Yeah, at this point we were already the most hated band in feminist history. But he made us top even that.

There were no longer live shows. We just streamed every concert. And our musical style changed... to something very... unique.

We sang about the glory of our master while He fucked us from behind.

Every vocal part had some amounts of sexual moans to it. He mainly fucked Sylvie up the ass, but during the chorus part, he would finger me and Katy and making our moans join in.

Cuntpunk he called it.

It was very popular.

I knew he made a ton of money with the streams. And he published audio too, that he sold on less reputable sites. ”The Raging Clits – Sucking His Cock” was the latest album in our discography.

It was filled with nothing but the slurping sounds of His cock in our mouths.

Fuck! I hated how thinking about that got me hot! My pussy was now leaking during our jamming session, and it was harder and harder to focus on the notes.

Where in God’s name did our self-respects disappear? Did He just have some magic touch? I know all of us melted by His mere touch, but surely we weren’t ruled by our cunts alone?

Right?

Fuck this. I stopped playing and just rubbed the guitar against my burning pussy.

Katy and Sylvie weren’t even mad. This was very familiar for us. They got their sudden bursts of lust out of nowhere too. In fact, now that I was taking a break, they did too. Katy pinched her nipples and tried shoving the thinner end of the bass in her pussy. Sylvie just rubbed herself against the corner of her synth.

It was fucking pointless, but doing this still helped. We weren’t allowed to cum by ourselves. In fact, we weren’t even allowed to touch one another. Which was painful since surely it would leviate some of the intense need for pleasure. But no. As He said, He wanted to His bitches to only touch Him.

He made Sylvie and Katy break up, long, long time ago. He made them vow their everlasting love to His cock, all the while slapping each other in the face.

It was... disturbing.

Our daily life here was nothing but work. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, arranging files on His computer, grinding in his MMORPGs... And this. You’d think He’d reward us with food at least. But no. We spent the whole day hungry.

Only thing that stopped the hunger was His cum. It was insane. We ate nothing but his cum. No way should that be nutritious enough. Despite that our constant hunger, our bodies looked perfect and our tits got bigger. Another one of those magical things we weren’t allowed to discuss.

We were all devout vegetarians. He enjoyed making us cook him the most elaborate meat dinners while making us smell the hunger-inducing smells all around the aparment. On those few days he felt merciful, he’d pick one slice of tomato from between his hamburger and throw it to us.

We’d fight over it. Roughly. Boobs and butts bouncing in the air. Red handprints all over our naked bodies.

And he’d just laugh.

”Pwease... Let’s... He’s back soon...” Sylvie moaned.

She was right. None of us could cum, but rubbing intensely helped a little. We returned to our instruments, but it was too late.

We heard the front door.

Like good little puppies, we ran to the front door. Our master was home. Oh what joy! Katy and I were so excited we got stuck in the doorframe of the room by our wide asses squishing against each other. Neither one of us wanted the other one to reach Him first.

Sylvie pushed both of our asses so hard, that we fell on the floor and she ran over us to greet Him. Me and Katy weren’t too far behind.

There He was. In all His majesty.

We prostrated ourselves in front of Him. Face glued to the floor, asses in the air.

”WE WELCOME YOU BACK MASTER, THE GREATEST MAN ALIVE, THE RULER OF VICIOUS, DUMB CUNTS LIKE US” we proclaimed.

Like we did everyday. For almost a full year by now.

”Get up, Sucky-Suck.” Oh-oh. He sounded grumpy.

Sylvie got up slowly. I could feel her fear despite still having my face staring at the floor.

”Is my new tune ready?”

”...Alwmost...”

”Not good enough, cunt.”

He grabbed Sucky-Suck by her throat and led her to His sofa. And then...

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

”Owieee! Ouw! Sowwy! Sowwy master! Ouwiee!”

I knew He would be hitting hard now. He was legitimately angry this time.

Our master had musical aspirations too. He just... lacked the talent.

So He had three talented songwriters as His slaves. We would make a new tune for Him everyday, but somehow He hadn’t managed to score a hit with them. Or even get companies to notice Him.

It was painful for us. We... wanted Him to succeed. We were supposed to be good at this. And we truly gave it our all.

I shared a knowing glance with Katy. There was one thing that always seemed to calm Him.

Slowly, we crawled over to His feet. Then we began licking His dirty shoes clean, while looking up at Him pleadingly.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

”OW OW OW OWWWWW OWWW!”

Oh no. He didn’t stop. It was really starting to hurt Sucky-Suck now. He was really pissed off.

I didn’t have the guts to ask Him to stop. Even with my sweetest voice. But...

Damn. I was going to save this to get myself out of trouble at one point... But I couldn’t hear Sucky-Suck’s painful screams anymore...

SYLVIE’s painful screams! No please, brains, don’t forget her real name!

Please...

”Mas-master...”

He stopped, and looked down at me.

”You better have something really important.”

Sylvie was breathing shallow now. She couldn’t take much more. Her ass was red and raw.

”It’s-It’s about the mission, you.... gave me, two weeks ago. Master.”

His interest was peaked. ”And?”

”I’ve got them. I... managed to track down the name and address of every woman who was in that concert one year ago.”

He smiled. At me! Oh God help me, it felt so wonderful!

He got up, and dumped Sucky- Sylvie on the sofa. He leaned in, and tapped my head.

”Good work, Clitfuck. I’m going to go take a bath now. All three, folllow. I need a slow, calm, triple blowjob after this grueling day.”

B-Blowjob?

We’d get to eat... His cum? His lovely, thick, filling cum?

We all showed our love for His beautiful, masterful cock, while carefully and tenderly tasting His every inch. I focused on His ballsack while Sucky-Suck and Cumdump shared His cock.

We had this routine practiced to near perfection by now.

We were all smiles. Maybe He’d even let us cum?

Could a girl even ask for more?