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I silently break in through the window of your bedroom late at night while you sleep. You're half naked, wearing a top and panties while sleeping peacefully on your back. I start walking towards you wearing a black balaclava mask and an all black outfit with a black backpack. I start inspecting your body with my eyes. You look so sweet and innocent. I slowly caress your skin with the tip of my fingers starting at your legs all the way up to your arms as I walk towards the head of the bed. You look so pretty when you're asleep.

My fingers slowly feel your nipples over your top before softly caressing your face, removing any hairs out of the way so I can see just how pretty you really are. Your sleeping little face is enough to make my cock grow in my pants. You seem to be so deep asleep. I take out some duct tape and carefully bring your arms together so I can wrap your wrists with it. You start moving for a second but you're still deep asleep so I grab some more tape and carefully put it over your pretty little mouth. There's only one more thing I need to do.

I take out my camera and set it up on top of your hairdresser right next to your bed, ready to record everything I'm about to do to you. Then I take out an army knife and caress your face with it as I take out my hard cock and stroke it against your panties not really caring if you wake up or not just before putting them to the side and slowly force my big thick veiny cock inside your tight and innocent little pussy.

You wake up to the sudden feeling of your tight little hole stretching around me, to the view of this masked stranger on top of you. You try your best to scream but you can't even move your lips underneath the tape. You try your best to fight me off but your hands are all tied up, yet you don't give up so I show you my knife.

"Shh, there's no need to try and fight it."

I see the fear and panic in your eyes as tears run down your pretty little face while I caress it with the edge of the blade as you stop struggling.

"Mmm that's it... See, it wasn't so hard was it? It's okay, you can cry... You look so pretty when you cry."

I continue to rape you slowly, letting you feel every single inch of me inside you as my knife starts caressing your neck.

"Let's see those pretty little tits."

I lift your top exposing your tits for me and you try to hide them with your arms so I press my knife against your neck forcing you to show them to me anyway.

"You have such pretty little tits..."

The edge of my blade caressing your soft little nipples while I watch as they get harder for me as you whimper and struggle.

"Feels good, doesn't it? It's okay, you don't have to lie. Afterall I can feel just how fucking wet you are for me."

I watch in amusement as you deny it with your silly little head.

"Whatever you say."

So I pick up the pace, raping you not only faster but also deeper. My knife caressing your torso all the way down to your belly button, circling it as you start to whimper more loudly until all of a sudden I take my cock out of you. You go silent as you suddenly feel your insides so empty. Your pussy still throbbing as you subconsciously start humping the air in need of my cock back inside you.

"And here I thought you weren't enjoying this... You're so fucking pathetic."

You can see me smile in amusement through the mouth hole in my mask just before I start taking your panties off giving me a full and proper view of your holes. I keep staring at them, making you feel so uncomfortable, afterall you never exposed yourself like this for a stranger before. And yet here you are, your legs spread open for me while my knife slowly caresses your entire pussy as you struggle and whimper even louder than before.

"Just look at you, you have such pretty little holes, perhaps the prettiest holes I've ever seen. I'm sure they taste so good."

And suddenly you feel my mouth on your little cunt as I taste you for the first time. My tongue spreading your lips apart as my lips close over your tiny little clit, sucking it into my mouth as your eyes roll to the back of your head while your whimpers turn into muffled moans, covered by the tape. I keep going at it until you're so close and as you're right on the edge of cumming I simply stop.

"Not so fast. Are you really dumb enough to think I care about making you cum? I was having a taste for my own pleasure, not yours. You're such a silly girl. But don't worry I'll make you cum... While I rape your tight and wet little cunt."

And suddenly I slam my cock deep inside you, pounding into you without mercy as if I was possessed. If it wasn't for the tape over your mouth you would have screamed so loud but instead you simply went silent, gasping for air as you were taken completely by surprise. You weren't fighting back. You couldn't fight back. The pain was way too overwhelming but so was the pleasure. So I continue to use you as my own personal rapetoy as you stare into my eyes, listening to my grunts, too tired and defeated to even whimper. I didn't dare to stop, you felt way too good so I keep going, using you over and over until your breathing starts to get heavier, turning into whimpers and then into muffled moans, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you arch your back toward me.

"Mmm, look at you...You're going to cum for me, huh? You can't help it can you? Even if it's so fucking degrading. It feels good to be raped, doesn't it? Just admit it, you're enjoying this. You don't have to pretend anymore."

You can't hold it anymore, you try your best not to cum, to not give me that satisfaction but it's stronger than you and you simply can't help but cumming so hard all over my rapist cock.

"Mmm that's it, you're such a good girl. Such a good little rapetoy, aren't you? Are you ashamed of yourself? You should be."

Your pussy feels even tighter now that you came, it feels so incredibly good I can't stop raping it, so I keep going. I start getting hotter, feeling the blood rush through my veins, the sweat under my mask. I'm getting closer and closer. My grunts turning into moans. And suddenly you feel your insides overflowing with my cum as I empty myself as deep inside you as I possibly can, making sure I'm breeding you properly like a proper slut. I kiss your lips over the tape as my cock is still throbbing inside you, giving you the last drops of my cum and then I put my cock back into my pants. I look at you laying there in your bed, all messy and taped up, my cum dripping out of your pussy. You never looked so beautiful.

I'd love to come into your bedroom at night while you sleep. Softly caressing your body with my fingers before smelling and kissing your neck. Slowly groping your tits as my hands travel further down. Carefully spreading your legs apart, pulling your panties to the side and take in the scent of your sweet little pussy. You're still sleeping. You have no idea of what's happening.

I get drunk on your scent and can't help but to have a taste. You taste so good and I simply can't stop tasting you. You start to move and to make faint noises but you're still asleep. I can't take it anymore. Completely possessed by your taste I remove your panties aggressively, take my cock out of my pants and simply force it inside you.

You wake up feeling your tight little pussy suddenly stretching around me. You want to scream but my hand is over your mouth. You try to fight me but I easily overpower you. You're laying in your own bed being raped by a man you don't even know. I have you pinned in place. There's nothing you can do.

"This is all your fault. You deserve this. And deep down I know you want this."

I tell you as I keep thrusting into you aggressively, seeing the tears run down your pretty little face as you accept your fate. I spit on your face and proceed to spread my saliva all over it before slapping it.

"Mmm, so much prettier. You look like a proper slut now. Let's see if you can cum like one too."

I start to rape you even harder and decide to remove my hand from your mouth.

"You're such a disgusting little thing. I know you're enjoying this. You don't have to deny it anymore. I can feel how wet you are for me."

You can't help but moan in both pleasure and pain as you feel me so deep inside you like no man ever was before. Your moans get louder and your eyes start to roll to the back of your head as you start to cum like you never did in your life.

"You're so fucking pathetic. I thought you didn't want this. And here you are cumming all over your rapist's cock! You're such a disgusting little rapetoy."

You feel way too good for me to stop so I keep using you while you lay under me whimpering incoherently.

"God, I'm so fucking close... You feel so fucking good... I'm going to breed you like a proper whore!"

My moans and grunts get louder and suddenly you feel your pussy overflowing with my warm cum...

"Such a good girl."

I kiss you on your lips, take my cock back into my pants and walk towards the door.

naturally, he tells me to take my tits out. he tells me to spread my legs so he can stare up my skirt. i’m super embarrassed and nervous and scared…so i do what he tells me to do. he tells me to come closer. i lean forward and he starts pinching my nipples. tugging on them. telling me what a dirty little slut i am. i’m starting to get wet. 

he drives us to a back alley somewhere, parks, then climbs into the back of the car. i can see the bulge in his pants. i know what’s going to happen. i know there’s nothing i can do to stop it. he forces my legs open, climbs on top of me, pulls my panties to the side and shoves his cock into my cunt. it hurts. i cry out. he tells me to shut the fuck up and take it. 

i’m so fucking scared - anyone could walk past and see us. he doesn’t care. he’s pounding my cunt. he’s groping my tits. he’s using me to get off. i feel like a dirty whore…and for whatever reason, my cunt is soaking wet. 

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granddad pulling you into his lap and stroking your hair, asking you if you're just as popular as he was back then with the boys at your school. leaning in and inhaling your scent, telling you that he can only imagine how they all must be lined up just to get a taste of you. making your granddad groan when you tell him none of them are your type, you prefer an older man.

Being overly cautious, you ask to see a badge before you unlock the door. He doesn’t hesitate to pull it out, “I’m sorry ma’am, but we got a noise complaint, do you mind if I come in and take a look around?”

How are you supposed to explain to the officer that the noises reported had simply just been you testing out the fat new dildo you got— one with pretty ridges and bumps. You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve stuffed yourself with it.

He walks around with a thumb in his belt, looking around, asking simple questions. Your heart stops when you realize you left that brand new toy laying right in the middle of your bed, still soaked in cum.

It’s a little too late, the pig’s found it. Picking it up by the suction cup at the bottom, he eyes your cum and laughs, holding it up. “Looks like I found the culprit, huh?”

It doesn’t matter if you object, or if you can’t find the words to respond— he’s too busy dragging a his tongue up the length of it, lapping up your cum. “Yeah,” he groans, squeezing tenting bulge in his pants, “I know exactly what you’re needing.”

He keeps the toy with him, using his weight to pin you to the ground, cuffing you, he yanks your panties off in one quick movement, grinning at the sight of your glistening pussy. He teases the tip of the toy at your entrance, and laughs when you cry out, begging him to stop.

“Stop? I haven’t even gotten started.” He breeches your hole, shoving the toy deep inside you, groaning as he listens to the wet, squishy sound. He keeps you pinned to the floor, unable to move while he fucks you relentlessly.

“Are you getting close? Fuck, your thighs are shaking— keep struggling, I’ll fuck you harder.”

When you suddenly freeze up, he yanks the toy out— replacing it with something bigger, fatter, heavier.

… when did he take his cock out?

It doesn’t matter. Not much does as he stuffs your mouth with your panties, railing your sticky cunt mercilessly. Grunting, groaning— taking like a greedy animal. Pumping into your hole relentlessly. Don’t worry— he promises he’ll go as soon as he cums. But then he starts yanking at your shirt, and sucking on your nipples, biting your chest and shoulders and neck—

Suddenly, he’s filling you up. It feels endless— hot glob after hot glob, a full two minutes of him humping your cunt, cock twitching as it releases a fat load. But he doesn’t pull out. Nor does he stop mouthing at your body…. Or humping at your hole.

“Stay still, stay still— don’t overstimulate me baby, you won’t like what I do.” Yet he stays inside, rutting his over sensitive cock inside your gummy, perfect walls. Shuddering, moaning. Taking.

He licks the tear streaks on your face, and pushes your panties deeper into your mouth. Picking his pace up from a slow grind, to full on fucking.

The blissed out look on his face almost made it seem like he wasn’t raping you. Over and over again, creaming your cunt and forcing multiple orgasms out of you. The greedy pig continued to take— spending hours on your bedroom floor with you.

By the time he pulls your panties from your mouth, he’s dumped his sixth load into you.

“Well— fuck, I can’t just leave you like this. Lets see…” his dick twitched inside you, soft and covered in his cream.

“Ah, right.” He lets himself lay over you, groaning as it starts.

It’s a warm, full feeling at first. But then it starts to drip out of you— and then it starts to flood out. He massages his lower tummy as he ruts into you, pissing. Flooding your cunt, and pushing out his loads of cum.

He took longer for him to piss, than to cum. Every now and then, the steady stream would falter as he’d get hard again, throbbing a little bit, he’d push at his tummy, and hump your cunt a little, before the stream would pick back up.

It was all part of the turn-on, to seduce a man and make him believe he was the one owning me. But men can be so silly, at times. They always think they are the only ones with nasty perversions. So few of them think that someone like me, some delicate looking little tipsy woman, can be the one holding the reigns. You just have to do it right. You just have to make them believe they’re raping you.

I found him at one of my favorite prowling spots. A dive bar, on the other side of town. Low lights, loud music, packed to the brim with college kids and party goers. It’s always so easy to look vulnerable there, you just have to wear the right clothes and walk with a slight stumble. He swooped in on me right away, tall and strong, telling me he was going to get me home safe. I feigned drunkeness and tripped into the cab and pretended not to see the devious smirk on his face as he directed the driver to his apartment. He was all mine.

And now he was on top of me. It didn’t take long, of course. I was dripping wet and he was rock hard at the idea of fucking. He pushed me onto the bed and laughed about how naive I was for following him home. I struggled and begged for him to let me go but he covered my mouth with his hand and pushed my skirt up. Of course I had prepared for this, and he laughed when he found I wore no underwear. 

“Fucking drunk whore, you fucking want this cock,” He whispered in my ear. “I saw you take all those shots by yourself. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll regret ever leaving your house.” 

“Please don’t,” I pleaded. I did my best doe eyes and let a few tears slip, “Please sir, I can’t. Please don’t fuck me.”

He rubbed his cock along my slit and pushed in slightly. He was thick and I could already feel him throbbing with want. I gasped and he rutted against me again.

“So fucking tight, so good…” He whispered, “Fucking drunk slut. You fucking want my cock deep inside you.”

“No, don’t rape me. Please don’t rape me.” 

That was all it took. He pushed into me, splitting me open. I moaned loudly, pushing my face against a pillow so he wouldn’t see the look of pleasure on my face. He started fucking me, hard. His hands were on my wrists above my head and he was gripping me tighter and tighter. His cock felt so good thrusting in and out of me, my trembling body quivering with each stroke.

“Drunk little fucking whore. You’re so fucking tight.” He bit my neck over and over again, moaning loudly, “So fucking good. You like this? You like my cock in your pussy?”

I shook my head and cried no, no, please stop fucking me.

“I’m keeping you here all night so you can learn your fucking lesson.”

My body swelled with hot pleasure. My pussy was soaking wet and clamped down firmly on him, my walls tightening with every stroke. I let out the tiniest of moans and shook as he ground himself further into me. 

“You fucking like this. I fucking knew it.” He growled in my ear, “I knew you’d go crazy for this, baby.”

He slammed into me again and again and again. His mouth went from my ear to my lips, kissing me deeply. I loved it when they did that. They always thought they were violating me even more, making me more submissive to their little rape game. I held still until he demanded I kiss him back, and I did so, reluctantly at first. Then I kissed him deeper and deeper.

One hand went from my wrist to my tits, squeezing roughly. He bit my lip and then moved his mouth to my nipple, sucking hard. 

Then I felt him start to swell. His thrusts became deeper but irregular and his breathing was harder and harder.

“I’m going to fucking cum. I’m going to cum for you, baby. You milked it all out of me.”

“Please,” I whined, looking up into his eyes. “Please don’t cum in me, I’m not on birth control.”

His thrusts paused and he laughed. “Not on anything?”

“Please, my life would be ruined.” I squeezed on his cock and let a tear roll down my cheek, “Please don’t ruin me.”

He began thrusting again, laying himself flat against me. “Oh fuck, gonna ruin you. Gonna ruin your perfect body.”

“Please, don’t,” I whispered, barely able to keep the pleasure from my voice.

“Gonna cum in you. Gonna knock you up. Gonna punish you, you fucking whore.” His thrusts were lazy but deep, splitting me open with each push, “Gonna fucking ruin you. Gonna keep you here all night and rape you till you’re pregnant.” 

“Please, don’t. Pull out. Pull out!” I screamed. That was all it took. My body shuddered with heat and I cried out as I came. My fear and my fantasy all rolled together beneath this sweaty stranger and his thick cock. I was in his power, I was his toy.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Gonna fuck a baby into you. Gonna get you pregnant, take my fucking load!” He thrusted harder and harder and harder, “Cumming in youuuuuuuuuuu!”

Harder and faster and deeper and harder and faster and deeper. His balls slammed against me and I felt the telltale rush of heat in my cunt. He yelled out and pushed down against me, forcing himself as deep as he could into my tender body. Cum splashed in me, his cock twitching as he emptied himself into me.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Have my baby, bitch. Have my fucking baby.” He slapped me hard and bit my throat, “Fucking little plaything. Have my baby, worthless slut.”

He fucked me slowly until his cock was completely soft, laying on top of me and keeping inside of me. I was shaking from my own orgasm, my face against his shoulder. It took everything I had not to smile and laugh. He was going to fuck me to my hearts content and he had no idea I had planned it all along. 

“You loved it. You fucking slut. I’m going to rape you all night…” He whispered, “Knock you up, make you pregnant… nothing you can do to stop me.” 

I struggled in vain and faked trying to get away from him. He slapped me again and kissed me hard.

That's the training. It doesn't start that way, most likely it starts with two completely separate aspects of training, but eventually they start to blur.

First it's pissing into her mouth, she kneels there with her mouth open, but before long the head of my cock is between her lips, "suck the piss out, baby."

Simultaneously she's learning how to control her gag reflex, learning to time her breathing, when to swallow, and when to make pretty gag sounds.

Then, one day, while pissing on her pretty tits and face, she comes up on her own to take it into her mouth. I see it the moment coming, the fruits of her training, she takes the head in her mouth, still swallowing occasionally, and begins to bob her head up and down. Now she's actively blowing me while I piss in her mouth- some gushes out, but I can tell she's still swallowing. "Deeper," I moan, and that's all it takes, she pushes and suddenly the head of my cock is in her throat- she gulps once, but can't with me that deep. Knowing what we've achieved, I push and piss as hard and fast as possible - she won't even know because she won't have to swallow. I know, because during a blowjob, when I cum this deep in her throat she can't even taste it and doesn't have to swallow.

When she comes up, she has no idea that she's been pumped full of piss until she suddenly feels the weight in her belly.

Before long I'll slowly train her to expect to keep me at the back of her throat for a while after I cum, which will make the habit of pissing into her stomach after deepthroat so seamless sometimes she won't even know.

Like, surprise me in the parking lot kind of rape. I always park far away because I need the walk and I don’t want to deal with people who pull out like jackasses (hehe), so it should be pretty easy. I’m putting my things in the backseat, tucking them into the foot space so they don’t move around. You come up quick and grab handfuls of my ass, using your larger body to hoist me all the way into the back.

I’d be so shocked, I wouldn’t know what was happening, and that would give you plenty of time to pin me down by the back of the neck, my cheek pressing hard to the seat. I can feel the hard outline of your cock against my ass before I even draw a breath to scream. With your free hand you punch me in the head. Not hard, you know how to pull back on your blow, but sharp. It hurts just enough to scare me into shutting up.

You lean in even as I feel your hand slip between us to your belt. There are no fumbling hands here, you’re quick and precise as you pull the strap free of its buckle, followed by a brisk zip. “You scream and I’ll fucking put you in the hospital.” I can feel your breath on the side of my face but I can’t see you.

Now your dick is free, thick, and hard, and hot against me. Your attentions turn to my clothing, swiftly yanking my dress up and underwear down to my thighs. I try to wriggle, push you off, but you’ve got just enough of your weight on me so that I can’t budge up.

“Stupid..cunt!” Your sneer turns into a groan as you line up well enough to force your cock into me with one sharp thrust. I cry out but you don’t reprimand me, you moan and curse into my ear as you start fucking me against my will.

It burns, being stretched out and stuffed so forcefully, but only at first. I get wetter and wetter as you thrust into me again and again and again. I let out little grunts as you fill me, draw breath when you pull out. Your hips are so violent I can feel and hear the whole car rocking as I’m raped.

You still moan somewhere above me but don’t say anything else, even when my grunts become sharp cries as your fucking into my pussy becomes faster, harder. When you cum you shout out a curse against my temple and bury your cock so deep it forces a guh sound out of me.

You keep pumping your cum into me almost tenderly once your orgasm has passed, pushing it deep, clearly enjoying the last ebbs of the pleasure you took from my body. When you finally push off me and start tucking yourself away you tell me, “Don’t say a fucking word about this to anyone. I’m going to give you five minutes and then you better drive straight fucking home. I’m going to follow you in case you get any ideas.”

I can hear your feet walking away and it takes me a moment to remember where I am. I push my dress back down hastily as I back up out of the car, fumbling to pull my underwear back up, cringing at the squishy sensation of my panties meeting the cum seeping out of my ravaged cunt. I close the door and walk around to get in my car. I see another man walking to his car with a shopping bag and a snarky grin on his face. It’s not you, but he knows, or thinks he knows, what I’ve been doing. I turn so red that I can actually hear him laugh as he closes his car door.

On the long drive home I keep checking my mirror for you. I don’t know if it was a bluff but I’m not taking chances. I go straight home only to find a cop car waiting on the curb in front. I panic. Did someone see and call it in? Did you follow me home? Are you watching now? Are you going to kill me?

The cop walks up and motions for me to roll down the window. Stammering I ask if anything is wrong.

Mom who plays with my hair as Dad fucks me. Im so flustered and whiny but she just coos at me. Mama...too deep, I gasp softly as dad mounts me. Pushing my legs back even more and driving his cock into me. Every time the tip hits that one spot my body jolts. She just smiles and laughs while shaking her head. You'll get used to it, princess... Softly scratches my hair and watches as her husband fucks her daughter.

Her other hand is wandering our bodies. From Dad's chest to pushing on my stomach. When I start to get too loud she pulls down the top of her nightgown just enough. Puts her tits in my face while softly shushing me. Loves watching as I cum around dad's cock. How I choke up and my body shakes. Look at that, she smiles as she spreads my cunt open even more. I'm still stretched around dad, she's enjoying every minute even if she's a whiny girl. Dad shakes his head panting as he pulls out to the tip only to slam back in.

I squeak and grab onto the sheets as I feel my wetness running down onto the bed. Mom laughs and coos, let's give her a small break. She pulls away and softly kisses my lips. Climbs on top of me on all fours, dad pulls out of me, and sinks into her. Fucking her on top of me, I watch as she moans, and smiles. Sometimes she leans down and starts to kiss me. See, baby? This is how you properly take your father's cock, She says between moans. Mom is a messy cummer so once she does cum it drips down onto me.

She gasps as she lets go and pushes back, taking all of dads cock as they both moan. Dad pulling out and running his cock over her clit, really making sure she lets it all out. Before sinking back into me suddenly. Dad! I squeal at the suddenness but a small laugh also escapes me. Just like mom does, I'm close princess. He moans and starts to fuck me quickly. Chasing her own high and mom gives me one last kiss before climbing off of me.

The basement den is clean and ready when your father’s friends begin trickling in to play poker. This has happened every Friday night since you can remember. Tonight is different, though. This is the first night you’re the prize.

Your mother and two older sisters circle the guests, offering drinks and small bites. The women are wearing sheer panties, thigh high stockings, tall heels, and nothing else. The men appreciatively eye their bare chests and one even smacks your mother familiarly between her legs. She flushes, but groans lustily and swivels her hips. This is how she taught you to respond to a man’s attention. She makes it look so natural.

Tonight, you’re not serving snacks. Instead, you’re standing near the far wall waiting for your signal. Like your sister, you’re wearing heels so tall that they threaten to spill you forward and stockings that emphasize your long legs. But instead of panties, you’re wearing a tight corset that cinches your waist and forces your breasts up and out.

Your father follows the guests in, and flips a switch. The lights in the back of the den switch on, illuminating you and the strange device next to you. The men turn to look, and you can feel a flush start to creep up your neck.

The device is a hobby horse your father modified for this purpose—to display the prize during the game, incentivizing the men to bid high. You’ve seen your mother and sisters use it; now it’s your turn.

The hobby horse has a tall seat on one end, almost like a saddle. When your father nods at you, you straddle the horse, your bare crotch on the seat. You’re sideways to the men so they can see the full length of your body. With your tall heels, your feet barely touch the ground. When you lean forward, you lose that contact such that your entire weight is on the seat.

The other end of the horse has a small wedge pillow that sits between your breasts and forces them out to the side. Finally, there is a padded cup for your chin. Your arms hang loose, dangling toward the ground. Your father says it looks stupider that way. It does feel stupid. Your bare crotch is now propped in the air, the bulk of your weight pressing against the seat, only supported by the tit spreader and chin cup.

“As you can see, there’s a new slut tonight,” you hear your father tell his friends. They make appreciative noises. “She’ll ride the bitch station while we play to get nice and warmed up for the winner.” Everyone knows this, of course, but you know he wants you to hear him casually offering your body to his friends. You feel warmth in your lower abdomen start to bloom. It’s time to start.

Your breath hitches slightly as you begin to move your hips. It’s taken practice to keep your balance on the bitch station but now you’re used to it. You grind your crotch on the seat, humping your cunt in full view of a group of men. It feels exposing, humiliating, and stupid. Just as a woman should feel.

You feel the men watch you for a bit, commenting on your legs and how big your tits have gotten. They compliment your father on his cultivation of a fine piece of fuckmeat. Your hips instinctively pump down hard when you hear that, causing one of the men to chuckle. Your face burns with shame at the men witnessing your instinctive response to humiliation.

Soon, the game starts. You’re both relieved and disappointed when the men turn their attention away from you. You know you have to keep humping, though. Somehow it’s even more embarrassing to be grinding your cunt on a bitch station in the background while the men casually play their game. The other women told you what it would feel like, but nothing could truly prepare you for the sensation of being ambient humpmeat.

You lose track of time as you hump. Soon the pressure on your bitch hole has you clenching and shuddering with every thrust. The empty feeling in your cunt grows as the bitch seat becomes slick and wet with your cunt juices.

You don’t even register when the game ends, so you’re not prepared for one of the men suddenly popping into your view. He circles around in front of you and crouches down to your eye level. “How’s the bitch?” he asks. His tone is friendly but you can hear a rough edge behind it. The primal growl of a man prepared to breed a slut.

After hours of grinding, your brain is too slut hazed to concentrate. You know he’s talking to you but you can’t seem to find the words to respond. So instead, you meet his gaze, let your tongue loll out stupidly, and hump your cunt down hard. “Nnnnnnnnnghh,” you whine stupidly, the humiliation of your response overwhelming your senses. Your hole clenches down hard.

He laughs. “That’s what I thought, cunt.” He slaps your face casually as he stands up. The brief contact is almost enough to send you over the edge, but your training stops you from letting go. Bitches only cum when they have a hole full of semen.

He takes his time walking around you, scrutinizing the way your hips grind your cumsleeve on the bitch station. “I’m going to enjoy this one,” he tells your father. You realize your father is now standing close by. You can just see him out of the corner of your eye. Of course he wants to watch your first bitching.

“She’s practiced for it,” your father assures him. “She should earn a good review.” Some more banter passes between them but you focus on your job, your purpose—preparing your bitch hole for a man’s seed. You’re so intent on your humping that you don’t realize the man is about to fuck you until his cock is fully impaled in your cunt. You let out a lusty groan like your mother did earlier. Turns out it really is natural when your cocksleeve is properly warmed up.

“Listen to the cunt,” the man says, beginning to pump his cock into you. “They sound like animals when they do this.” The contempt in his voice makes your cunt twitch on his cock, sending a spasm of embarrassing pleasure throughout your body.

“Ughhhhhhhhh,” you grunt in shame, knowing you’re just proving his point. He chuckles and fucks you harder.

“You like that, cunt?” he growls. “You like getting pounded out? Of course you do. You’re a bitch in heat. This is how females respond to cock.” You whine again. You know he’s right. As you learned, the evolutionary purpose of females is to breed and propagate. Every part of a female—brain, tits, and holes—is built for this. You can’t help it. It’s your destiny.

“Fuck, I’m getting close,” the man groans. His cock slams in and out of your hole. Your heat builds, knowing what’s coming. Your father circles into your view. You see him watching your cunt get fucked open and you groan with humiliation at being exposed like this. He doesn’t seem to care how you feel, or if he does, it just turns him on.

“Seed the bitch!” he growls. You can see his own erection making his pants bulge. He’s getting hard to your bitching.

His friend obliges. With a loud groan, he slams into your cunt a final time, embedding himself to the hilt of his cock. You feel his cock pulse inside you, the warmth of his cum spreading in your pussy. “Fuck!” you squeal, realizing that you’ve just been bred. “My pussy! My bitch pussy!” You’ve lost the right words, you’re too slut dumb to articulate it, but everyone watching knows what you mean. Your bitch pussy just got seeded.

Your father gives a slight nod, acknowledging what just happened to you. His nonchalance, and the cum leaking toward your womb, are enough to send you over the edge. “I’m cumminggggg!” you squeal as your cunt starts to spasm. The orgasm is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. Hours of edging followed by being fucked and bred in front of your parents and sisters—fuck! You cum so fucking hard.

When your clenching and shaking finally start to settle, the realization hits your brain. That feeling is why cunts like you will keep coming back for more. Now that you’ve cum in shame on a man’s cock, you can’t imagine living without it. You need more. You need a life of this.