Cindy Grace knew that Paul was only dating her to get revenge on her father, but she was so smitten by him she didn’t care. She was a nice, studious, chaste girl when she met him, but on every date he would sexually tease her until she was drooling with lust, and then refuse to allow her to orgasm. She was an obedient girl, and it didn’t even occur to her to disobey him and cum when he wasn’t around.
The dates came more often, and after two continuous weeks of clit-teasing and orgasm denial, she wasn’t thinking straight anymore. She begged to be allowed to cum, and Paul instead told her that now she would start edging herself every two hours, stimulating herself to the verge of orgasm and then stopping. She cried in frustration but she obeyed, and a week after that she was barely aware of who or what she was.
That was when Paul told her the conditions under which she might be allowed to cum.
“I just need you to fix your internet presence, sweetie,” he told her. “When I Google you now it comes up with you in sweet modest clothes, and a list of your academic achievements. That doesn’t suit you at all. I want it so that when someone types your name into Google it suggests particular words to auto-complete it. I want it to suggest ‘stupid’, ‘bimbo’ and ‘tits’ as auto-completes for your name. I want the top search result for your name to be an essay by you, with illustrative photos, on how much you want to be raped. And when I click across to the ‘images’ tab, I want every picture to display your naked cunt. Can you do that for me, sweetie?”
She nodded eagerly that she could, and he rewarded her by cumming on her face. She spent the next six months doing whatever she could to make his wish come true. She uploaded naked pictures of herself to every site she could find, making sure they were linked to her name. She wrote the essay on how much she wanted to be raped, and dropped links to it in a million forums and boards. She always posted with the usernames “Stupid Cindy Grace” or “Bimbo Cindy Grace” or “Cindy Grace’s Stupid Bimbo Tits”.
And when the day came when Google finally returned the results she wanted – needed – she giggled with happiness, and went to tell her Master.
“Good girl,” Paul told her. “I’m going to let you cum now.” And he stripped her naked, and took her phone, and dialled a number on it, and put it against her ear. “Tell him to Google your name,” he whispered to her, and then pushed her down on all fours on the bed and slowly pushed his cock into her cunt.
The phone answered. It was her father. “Daddy?” she said, in a quavering voice, feeling her orgasm coming. “It’s Cindy. Can you…Google my name?” And then, as she pictured what her father was seeing, knowing that her Master’s revenge on her daddy was complete, knowing in a moment of clarity what she had done to her life just to please her cunt, she felt herself orgasm against her Master’s cock, and then orgasm again, and again, and again…
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