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"It's a disgrace."
Moon Mistress told Luna, "it's a disgrace." Luna stood in the tiny apartment bathroom, nude, cold. Her crotch was a few days unshaven. Itchy golden hairs sprouted from her mound. Mistress, meanwhile, had her fingers buried deep inside. There wasn't anything left.
"You let one of them fuck you," she hissed, "I can't believe it. Which one?" Her long nails prodded at the inner vaginal wall. Luna cried. "Couldn't have been Chippy, the little queer. So which was it? Was it the Judge's pet chauvinist? Or..."
"It was Karlo," Luna mumbled, "Wild Boy."
"Oh, give me a fucking break!" Mistress' busy hand withdrew, only to smack Luna hard on her milk-pale ass, leaving streaks of vaginal fluid behind. "You're a disgrace to women everywhere!"
"I'm sorry," Luna blubbered.
"Why would you ever..." Mistress scoffed. She flicked her hand a bit in some half-baked attempt to dry off the secretions. "Is it that motherly instinct deep within you? Buried in your womanly heart? Does it make you want to take care of him because he's frail? Is that it?"
"No, I--"
"So you just slept with a junkie for fun, is that it?!" Her voice rose. Luna swore she saw the bathroom mirror shake. "You let him pump a kid in you just as a joke?! You brought shame to your sex as a silly pastime?! Huh?!" Spit flew from her lips and onto Luna's face. Her fingers, inside again, churning the sticky, drippy liquid drooling from between Luna's legs. "You're soaking wet. You whore."
"I'm sorry. I really don't even know if it's his, I just--"
"Tell me about it. Tell me what he was like." Her voice oozed condescension. "Did he buy you flowers? Did he make you feel special? Did he let you borrow his favorite crackpipe?"
"I don't know," Luna mumbled. Mistress slapped her across the face. Hard enough that Luna thought she'd gotten whiplash for the rest of the day. "I don't remember!"
"Yes you do. I know you do." Mistress sneered. Her dentures were visible between thickly painted lips, glimmering white. "Tell me something, missy, who does this body belong to? Who paid for it?" Her finger pressed into Luna's left breast. "Who paid for these?"
"You... You did..."
"Which means they're mine. Right?" A moment's hesitation. A gripping hand dug deep into that breast, squeezing it painfully. "Right?!"
"Yes! Yes, they're..."
"Mine." A cruel twist of the flesh. Luna pictured silicone bursting through and squirting everywhere in a bloody, viscous mess. "And that Wild Boy, by law, he's the property of King Rad. Am I right?"
"Mhm."
Luna couldn't think of an argument.
"So you must understand..." Mistress yanked Luna's nipple, nearly hard enough to rip. Luna dribbled onto Mistress' other hand. The pain felt okay. It hurt. It was fine. It was pleasant. She didn't know. "When you let that little tweaker fuck you, that's the same as letting King Rad rape me. That's like you raping me. You nasty bitch."
"I'm sorry--"
"You're sorry? You raped me and now you're sorry?!"
"Yes!"
A third finger entered Luna's cunt. Her legs trembled, but she wasn't permitted to sit, to lay down, to do anything other than stand straight as a soldier.
"...Why?" The fingers curled. Luna's eyelids fluttered. "You little slut. Tell me why."
"He- I thought... I really thought..." Luna sniffled. She shouted when Mistress prodded her g-spot, knees buckling before righting themselves. "He had passed out on the couch, and I thought... He'll probably die young, and he's never touched a girl before... I don't know, I was drunk..."
"Mmh. So he was out cold, huh?"
"We were all drunk..." Luna's voice hitched. She refused to meet the gaze of her own reflection.
"And you let that pants-pissing wastoid cum inside you?"
"Um..." She loudly swallowed. "KV also wanted a piece, so, I- um- while I was riding Wild Boy, I sucked him off..."
"You filth. You let the Judge rape me too."
Another finger. Luna felt nauseous. The hand slid upward, past the knuckle.
"He- he really looked like he was gonna hurt me..."
"That's why you hurt him first!"
THUMP.
It was like Moon Mistress had punched her from the inside. Luna went dizzy. "You filth, you cowardly slut! Look at you... Pissing down my arm..." Luna groaned.
"Sorry..."
"Now you've sullied my property, disgraced my name, and you let a low-quality male seed you. You're an embarrassment!"
THUMP.
Luna hacked up acidic spit. Not quite vomit, but almost. Mistress continued:
"Those boys probably don't even like you. They only want you for that body of yours. The body that I gave you!" She was snarling now, teeth bared like the jaws of a roaring tiger. "I bet you'd have let Mink's little cockwarmer lay it in you too if he wasn't playing for the wrong team."
"I won't do it again--"
"Damn right you won't. You're my rapebait. Not Rad's, not the Judge's, mine."
When Moon Mistress got real angry, her voice went low, low, low down. It scratched inside Luna's brain. "Dry those eyes. A warrior woman doesn't cry over a boy."
"I'm not crying over a boy--"
"Then what are you crying over?"
"...It hurts."
THUMP.
It was like Mistress was trying to drive her whole hand into Luna's womb. It was far worse than any of the rapes she'd endured in the battlefield. At least those people were enemies, at least she knew where she stood with them.
Screwing Wild Boy had been refreshing. Because he didn't do anything. He just laid there, bug-eyed and shuddering. She got to be in control for once.
For once she got to be the rapist.
And sucking off Kid Vicious, there too. She tongued at his shrunken, virgin cockhead, twisted it so he hissed in pain and didn't let go. KV had wanted to hit her, she could see it in his eyes, but even he was smart enough to know you shouldn't mess with someone so close to your dick.
For once, she got to be the tormentor.
In that slim moment, she understood why Moon Mistress did things how she did. It wasn't to protect women, or to punish rapists. It was just... To feel like... A man.
To finally be the one harming, mishandling, twisting. That was her raison d'etre, the purpose of her work. After a whole life of being controlled and abused, finally, when she took that title, she became the abuser. It had been intoxicating, twice as stimulating as the crack coursing through Wild Boy's feeble system that night. When Luna realized that, a piece of herself died. The piece that was Shannon Brown.
There was no way to get on Moon Mistress' good side. She didn't have a good side to get on.
Even now, as Mistress scowled at her, there was a flicker of excitement in her eyes. The flicker in the eyes of every sex offender, wife-beater and lady-killer. She was as man as the rest of them, and Luna was her woman.
Those fingers inside spread like the leaves of a choke pear, just to stretch, just to hurt. It wasn't like there was any part of her left to ruin. Luna had already been raped upwards of ten times, she was used up, just like Moon Mistress herself. If only she weren't so pretty.
The fingers never closed.
Instead, the hand pulled down, down, down. Dragging inside of her. Luna writhed and tried to pull away, but there was just no chance. Her stomach felt like it was being yanked out of her cunt.
THUMP.
Drove back in. Raped by a hand.
"Now you listen to me and listen well, my Luna," Mistress hissed in her ear, "tomorrow you will go find someone to give you an abortion."
Luna gagged a little. She didn't want an abortion. Not that she wanted to be a teen mom, either. She didn't want to be pregnant at all.
"Why? Why do I... Why does this have to happen to me?"
"Because you're careless." Moon Mistress scoffed. "I had my tubes tied years ago. So did the previous Luna. You ought to do the same."
Luna didn't want her tubes tied. Not yet. She had never even really... Slept with a boy she loved. Chad was pushy, but she had always insisted on only light touching, back when she was still his girl. She'd never slept with a nice boy in the missionary position, she'd only ever been raped on floors and in alleys... And also rode Wild Boy on a sofa. Who was barely responsive. May as well have been masturbating. At the time it was worth it, now she just felt stupid.
She didn't want his crack baby. But good girls don't get abortions, that was only for sluts and loose women. But... But...
"...I'm sorry..."
"If you can't find a doctor to do it, I know a few who live in my closet."
Luna had only ever heard of coathanger abortions in movies and on TV. Never did she think she'd have to give herself one.
"Okay," she whispered.
Slowly, Moon Mistress pulled her hand loose. It got stuck somewhere. Pain shot up through Luna's belly. Again. And again. She'd vomit if she hadn't already done so an hour ago. When finally the hand was free, it glistened with blood and piss. It dragged out something pink and bulging that stuck out between Luna's lower lips. Luna felt faint. Was that her organs sticking out? Her guts? She had never seen so much of her own blood.
"You weak little shit." Mistress sniffed, flicking the little pink protrusion. Luna had fallen. When...? When had she... Her body was so messed up... "Get off the goddamn floor."
"I can't," Luna gurgled, "I can't feel my legs."
"For Pete's sake." Mistress stood. "Get yourself sorted, we have places to be." She walked away, leaving Luna alone.
Luna weakly prodded at that... Thing... Those guts... What was she going to do? Just push them back in...? Her whole lower half felt numb. Moon Mistress had raped her spirit along with her body. The flabby opening of her... womb...? kissed her finger. It was all out there, her cervix peeking slightly, saying hello. Something so small, yet so painful.
But at least it'd be easier to flush the baby out.