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There was nothing Jessa liked more than ruining the lives of silly, innocent Christian girls. She loved how repressed they were, and how humiliated they were by doing the slightest little slutty thing. She had spent her final years of education transferring from school to school, and seducing, raping, gaslighting and blackmailing pretty young church girls into degraded cum-guzzling sluts.

Alex was *easy*, even for Jessa. She was cute, shy, and obviously repressing the fact she had sexual fantasies about fucking girls. Jessa befriended her, flirted with her, teased her, and within two weeks she had Alex naked in her bed, where Jessa licked her pussy until Alex reached a loud, humiliating orgasm.

She loved the expression on Alex’s face afterwards when Jessa revealed she had filmed the encounter, and played it back for Alex’s enjoyment. Alex obviously wanted to die, and Jessa had to hold her still to make her look at the whorish, vacant look she was displaying on the film as Jessa ravished her cunt.

“Just think what your parish priest would say if he saw this,” Jessa said teasingly, and although she never made any more explicit threat, she found after that that Alex would ultimately give in to all of Jessa’s suggestions from that point onwards.

Jessa’s first suggestion was that she should visit Alex’s house – a *lot*. Soon Jessa was visiting Alex for dinner five nights a week, and sleeping over most of those nights. Alex lived with her father Donald, her mother having passed away when she was young, and Jessa and Alex acted like perfect chaste Christian friends in front of Donald. When they were alone in Alex’s room, of course, Jessa would routinely strip the poor girl naked and force her to lick Jessa’s pussy while masturbating herself to the edge of orgasm.

She never let Alex just orgasm straight away, though. She would always remind Alex she was a lesbian slut, and tell her she had to pay the “slut tax” before she could cum. This was always some minor embarrassing task. The first time, she sent Alex to run nude to the backyard and bring Jessa back a leaf from the tree that grew there. The second time, she had to do the same thing, but with two fingers up her cunt the whole way.

That second time, Alex was spotted by her father, and she sprinted back to her bedroom, bright red with shame, without explaining. Jessa laughed when she made Alex cum after this, and teased her that she was cumming from exposing herself to her own father. 

Alex protested so hard and so violently at this suggestion – she almost kicked Jessa out – that Jessa decided to double down on it. So two nights later, the “slut tax” was that Alex had to put her panties and bra back on, and go kiss her father goodnight – on the lips. 

Alex wouldn’t do it, at first, so Jessa showed her how she’d been taping all their subsequent sexual marathons, and wondered what sort of a sermon the parish priest might give if he knew there was a lesbian slut in the congregation, and whether he’d refer to that girl by name…. and Alex, defeated, did as she was told, going out to kiss her somewhat surprised father on the lips, in her underwear.

After that, Jessa made it a routine for Alex to kiss her father goodnight on the lips – and a week later, specified that she had to use her tongue. When she first felt her father starting to get an erection as she kissed him, she came back to Jessa crying, but Jessa just kept licking her cunt to orgasm after orgasm until she stopped.

In the meantime, Jessa kept charging the “slut tax”. 

“Go and masturbate sitting on the toilet naked with the door open until you’re about to cum. Don’t stop even if your father sees you.”

“Go into the kitchen naked and put every spoon in the cutlery drawer into your pussy, then put them back without washing them. I’m going to enjoy your blushes at dinner tomorrow.”

“Write a one-page story about how you want your daddy to fuck you. Tomorrow at dinner I’ll go hide it in your father’s room somewhere, and then after he goes to sleep you can go in there naked and try and find it in the dark, while constantly masturbating, without waking him up. Or you can just leave it there for him to find.”

“I think your dad’s watching TV in the lounge room right now. Put on your shirt, and nothing else, and go sit on his lap and tell him that you love him.”

In the end, Alex could see where this was going. Jessa was going to end up making Alex fuck her father, or cockteasing her father into raping her. She came to Jessa in tears.

“Please, stop,” she begged. “Please, I’ll do anything. I’ll be your pussy slave. Just don’t make me fuck my daddy.”

Jessa considered. She was pretty sure that Donald was already fantasising about his daughter, and she thought it was probably only a matter of time until he fucked Alex, even if Alex stopped slutting around immediately. So she had nothing to lose, really.

“All right,” she told Alex. “You’ll still need to pay the slut tax whenever you want to cum, but I’ll stop making it involve your father, on one condition.”

“What?” asked Alex.

Jessa smiled. “You need to go out and seduce and blackmail one of your girlfriends at school, just like I did with you. And you need to make her fuck *your* daddy AND *her* daddy AND be my pussy slave too.”

Alex looked desperate. “No!” she said. “That’s horrible! I can’t!”

Jessa shrugged. “Well, then you’ll keep needing to cocktease your daddy if you want to cum. And we both know you can’t help yourself, and that you need to cum. I wonder what your parish priest would say about that?”

And that was all it took. Alex, defeated, agreed.

Over the next few months, Jessa had a wonderful time watching Alex awkwardly trying to seduce almost every girl she knew, trying to find one she could blackmail. By the time she got a shy little blonde name Caty into her bed, she had a reputation around school as a lesbian slut. Caty started attending the sleepovers at Alex’s house, where Jessa would rape the poor girl, and order Alex to join in, and then Alex would think up the “slut taxes” for her, at Jessa’s insistence.

Alex turned out to be remarkably cruel, when pressed, and soon Caty was wandering the house naked at night, asking Alex’s father whether he thought her pussy was pretty, shyly but openly masturbating at the dinner table, and loudly discussing her fantasies of being raped by older men.

The first time Caty came back from a night-time excursion crying with Donald’s cum dripping from her pussy, Jessa made Alex lick her clean – and filmed that too, complete with Alex orgasming from having her pussy penetrated by Jessa’s fingers, with the taste of her own father’s semen in her mouth.

They gave Caty homework, to ensure that she would soon be fucking her own father, and then Jessa went back on her promise to Alex and made Alex crawl into her father’s bedroom in the night and give him a blowjob. Jessa had told Alex that she had drugged Donald, and he wouldn’t wake up from Alex’s attentions, but of course that was a lie, and shortly after she started sucking his cock as he slept, he woke up and ejaculated into her mouth, and from that point on Alex found herself fucking her father regularly.

Eventually, both girls fell pregnant to their own fathers, more or less at the same time, and Jessa decided it was time to give the girls their final degradations and move on to new challenges.

“You’ve been good little pussy slaves,” she told them, and watched their faces light up as they pictured the idea of being released from their slavery.

“Now, there’s two things we can do from here,” she continued. “Either I can go to the police, and tell them how your daddies have been raping you, and you’re pregnant with incest babies, and there’ll be a court case, and your daddies will tell the story of how you cockteased them as their defence, and all the slutty things you did, and I’ll make sure the police have all the footage of you lezzing off that I filmed. And either the jury won’t believe your fathers, and they’ll go to jail, and you’ll be left on your own with your incest babies – or they’ll think you’re lying sluts, and maybe it’s *you* who’ll go to jail…”

(The look of horror on their faces was priceless.)

“Or… you two girls can get married. It’s legal now. You can have a big pregnant lesbian wedding. I expect you to invite literally everyone you know, and I think your wedding dresses should show your tits and cunt. I expect to see you walk down the aisle with big gobs of cum shining on your face and tits and leaking out of your pussies, and I want you to have custom vows where you promise to rape and degrade and humiliate each other forever. In your speeches, you should consent to anyone in attendance fucking either of you at any time, don’t you think?”

She had them 69 each other as they thought about it, crying and lapping at each other’s pussies and orgasming, but she knew in the end that she’d be receiving a lesbian wedding invitation pretty soon….

She was looking forward to it.

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