Haley was a silly slut, and foolish things often appealed to her. For instance, the Fucktoy Kickstarter (FK) program.
The program was simple. Haley had to sign an extensive contract, and then she was given a set of cards. Each card bore the address of a website – “Kickstart Haley” – and a unique login code. Haley was to distribute these to everyone she could manage who had any kind of personal interaction with her, from friends and family through to neighbours and co-workers and even sales attendants at shops she regularly visited. She was to urge them to sign onto the website, and simply verify that they knew her, and give a short description of where they knew her from.
Once a sufficient number of people had logged into the website in this way, including all of the people known to be closest to Haley in her life, she was immediately credited $50,000, to spend as she chose. Haley could have spent it wisely but instead she mostly blew it on pretty clothes and jewellery.
Then the next phase started, which had been explained to Haley, but she had not taken very seriously. Haley had essentially just made a $50,000 bet that the people in her life liked her and respected her. It was a silly bet for her to have made.
The website updated once Haley had been paid, to advertise the opportunity to “Kickstart Haley’s New Life As A Fucktoy”. Anyone who had been given a unique login could donate money anonymously to the Kickstarter. At various levels of funding, “rewards” were unlocked for backers, which Haley was contractually obligated to fulfil. The program would run for a month, and Haley would begin fulfilling each reward a week after it unlocked. None of the donated money went to Haley, of course.
Haley had rather assumed that nobody who knew her would be so cruel as to pay for her to be a fucktoy, so she was shocked when the first funding milestone – $2,000 – blew past in the first hour. The reward required her to provide the program with a naked selfie of herself each week, clearly showing her tits and cunt, which would be given to every backer.
$5,000 went past an hour after that. The reward promised she would videotape herself masturbating to the edge of orgasm without release, a video that would, again, be made available to backers.
$7,500, which was reached around lunchtime, unlocked a series of close-up photographs of her pussy, ass, and tits, documenting them in humiliating detail.
Things slowed down then, but $10,000 came and went as Haley was having dinner. It promised that she would record a personal masturbation video for anyone who had backed $400 or more, in which they could specify a common household object for her to fuck herself with and a specific phrase for her to repeat loudly as she drew close to orgasm. (She wasn’t allowed to actually cum – she had to end each video frustrated and slutty.)
Haley went to bed feeling ill. She convinced herself that this wasn’t real, that they wouldn’t really make her do it.
In the morning, the campaign had passed $15,000, and happy colourful text on the site announced that Haley would be banned from wearing panties or leggings for the rest of the year – nothing but short skirts and bare cunts. Many of the larger backers had provided their specifications for their personal masturbation videos, too. Haley scrolled through the list of items she would have to masturbate with – a hairbrush, a cucumber, the TV remote, a Barbie doll – and the phrases she would have to say as she edged – “I’m a slut”, “Please rape me”, “I’m a worthless whore”. She paused on one – “Fuck me, daddy, fuck your baby girl.” Who had requested that? She would never know. Surely her *own* father wouldn’t be backing the program?
Haley found it hard to deal with daily life. Everyone she met made her blush and look away. Had they looked at the site recently? Did they know what it was promising she would do? Were they a backer? Were they paying money to have her degraded for their entertainment? Anyone she met could be secretly funding her abuse.
By evening the funding had gone beyond $20,000, and backers were being told that every week for the rest of the year Haley would 69 another pretty girl nude on camera for backers – a prostitute paid for from her own money, if she couldn’t find a willing friend.
Haley panicked at that point. She gathered up some possessions and ran. She didn’t get far – only three suburbs – before she was forced off the road by a black van. Men got out, dragged her from her car, and tranquilised her. She was conscious, aware of what was happening, but unable to struggle or form words. They pulled her into the van, ripped the clothes from her, and took turns raping her. They showed her the clause in the contract she had signed permitting them to do this if she tried to run. Then they pressed a small plastic gun-like device against her perineum, between her ass and her pussy, and pulled the trigger. There was momentary sharp pain, which then faded.
“That’s a control implant,” said one of the men. “It works like this.” He pressed a button, and Haley felt a jolt of agonising, electrifying pain shock through her ass and cunt. It was horrible; she would do anything to make it stop.
The man bent down to look in her face. “You *will* honour your contract. You *will* please your backers. Or you’ll feel that again.”
They pushed her out of the van, naked, and eventually, when she had recovered, she drove home nude, and watched to see how much more funding her Kickstarter had received.
At the end of the week, on Sunday, she got up and began numbly performing her first round of rewards. First a regular naked selfie. Then she gathered up many bags of items from her house and took them to the backyard, naked, to burn them. The pile included all her panties (at $22,500 she had promised to never wear any again), all her clothes that didn’t make her look sexy or slutty (the $27,500 reward), every book, DVD, and piece of artwork in her house that didn’t depict women as sexual objects (the $32,500 reward), and the curtains of her house and interior doors to her bedroom, bathroom and toilet, because she didn’t deserve privacy (the $37,500 reward). She masturbated to orgasm as she watched her non-slutty life burn, as she had been told to.
She then set up a variety of cameras around the house to give backers a 24/7 view of her life (the $30,000 reward) and spent most of the rest of the day naked and edging in front of a webcam, forcing a variety of implements into her pussy and repeating the phrases she had been told to. She felt so slutty to be so very wet as she begged to be raped. It was even stranger to plead for her daddy to fuck her.
The prostitute came in the afternoon. Haley made a mental note that she must seduce or blackmail one of her female friends for future occasions, if only to save money – she didn’t have much of her $50,000 left. Haley asked the prostitute to beat her tits with a belt until they bruised – the $25,000 reward – and then 69 her on camera to a mutual orgasm.
Finally she dressed in a slutty see-through outfit with no panties and went down to the post office. She posted a package – a collection of keys to her house, to be distributed to backers who had backed more than $2,500, so they could enter her house at night and rape her in her sleep. There was a package waiting there for her as well – a set of pills to replace her birth control, that would in fact make her more fertile, more aroused, more stupid and promote breast growth and lactation. They had been the $35,000 reward.
At home, she looked at the Kickstarter and masturbated. Nothing *required* her to masturbate while looking at it, but she had had a very confusing day, and after all, she was a very *silly* slut. She saw that at $40,000, which it had just passed, she would be legally changing her name to “Fucktoy Haley” and getting it on licences and ID. At $45,000 she would get a tattoo on her left wrist that said, “I consent to being raped”, and at $50,000, the point at which the program broke even on its investment, she would host a gangbang session for top tier backers to gang-rape her while she was blindfolded.
She slept naked, as she was required to now, and in the middle of the night she woke to the feeling of her hands being held down and a cock entering her pussy. She bucked and struggled before remembering she had agreed to this, that this was her price, and even then she whimpered. There were three men and one woman, all masked, and they took turns playing with her, turning her over, fucking her in different holes. At one point she was on all fours with a cock in her cunt and another in her mouth while a woman’s tongue licked at her clitoris on each thrust.
The rapists were careful, and skilful, and in her confused state Haley got very wet, and began moaning sluttily. She realised she was going to orgasm at the same time as the man whose cock she was sucking, and looked up at him pleadingly, sluttily, helplessly as she felt herself start to cum.
He slowly, deliberately, removed his mask. It was her father. She was sucking her father’s cock.
“Good girl,” he told her. “Twenty thousand dollars spent into that Kickstarter, me and your brother, and worth every penny.” And as her eyes filled with horror and she orgasmed despite herself, unable to stop, he ejaculated into her mouth, and Haley, hearing what he had said, realised who must be behind her, even now starting to cum into her fertile, unprotected *sisterly* womb…
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