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Shortly after Tayla started her lessons at Miss Honeybell’s Breeder School, the Sheriff took Tayla back to the hospital to see Dr Harcourt.
Once again, she was stripped nude and physically inspected, with a particular emphasis on her tits and cunt. He squeezed her tits, and noted her milk production with approval, and then connected her to a milking device which sucked painfully on her boobs, to see how much milk she was producing. He removed her butt plug and had a nurse administer an enema, and then inspected her anus, before replacing the plug.
Finally, he strapped her to an inspection table, and gave her another course of the injections which were designed to sensitise her udders and cunt and increase the pain of childbirth. Tayla squealed as the doctor jabbed syringes into her boobs and clitoris and injected her with strange chemicals. Her tits got a second syringe, too – this one intended to increase her milk production.
After the syringes, the doctor placed a pair of strong, painful clamps on Tayla’s nipples. They gripped her nipples with agonising force – but they actually looked kind of cute, with a little pink ribbon attached to each clamp.
“She is lactating enough now that she will probably leak from time to time,” he told the Sheriff. “Keep these clamps on her tits, in the name of hygiene, to stop the messy little slut from leaking milk.”
Then Tayla, still strapped down, had the familiar headphones placed over her ears, and the clamp which could alternately vibrate or shock her was placed on her clitoris. The hypnotic words began again.
No, don’t touch your udders. Bad girl. *bzzap*
No, don’t touch your pussy. Bad girl. *bzzap*
Men should touch your udders. Good girl. *ding*
Men should touch your pussy. Good girl. *ding*
Tayla vanished into a semi-conscious haze almost immediately. She felt disturbed by how quickly this happened – how merely the feeling of the headphones and the clamp seemed to be enough to drop her into trance. But soon she wasn’t thinking of anything at all, except the words in her head.
Once again, the program taught her she was forbidden from touching her own tits. She would always need a man to milk her, to relieve the pressure in her udders. Likewise, her mouth would pop open automatically in the presence of a cock, and she would suck submissively, whether she wanted to or not. Cum was good for her. Cum was good for the baby.
But now there were new messages.
Women aren’t people. Bad girl. *bzzap*
Women don’t think. Bad girl *bzzap*
Women are animals. Good girl. *ding*
Women do as they’re told. Good girl. *ding*
Don’t be a brat. Bad girl. *bzzap*
Don’t be an empty. Bad girl. *bzzap*
Let men fill you up. Good girl. *ding*
Be full of cum and milk and babies. Good girl. *ding*
Rape is your fault. Bad girl. *bzzap*
You are raped because you are a cocktease. Bad girl. *bzzap*
Enjoy your rape. Good girl. *ding*
Accept responsibility for your rape. Good girl. *ding*
At some stage during the trance, she thought that the big-titted nurse came into the room and began to lick her pussy. It felt nice, and she sighed happily. It was right that the nurse licked her pussy, because with big tits like those Tayla couldn’t take her seriously. Imagine a woman with tits like that pretending to *not* be a slut. It was ridiculous. She writhed and bucked her hips against the nurse-slut’s face, but the nurse wouldn’t let her cum, and after a while the nurse left again, leaving Tayla in a state of frustrated near-orgasm arousal.
Finally, she felt herself emerging from the trance, and she realised that Dr Harcourt and the Sherriff were in the room with her.
“Oh, are you waking up, Snowball?” said Dr Harcourt. “That’s good. Have you been learning? What have you learned?”
Tayla’s mind wasn’t quite working. A thought surfaced in her mind.
Rape is your fault. Accept responsibility for your rape.
“It was my fault I was raped,” she said. Was that right? Was that true? She didn’t know.
“Very good,” said Dr Harcourt. “Such a good girl. And now there’s something else to take care of.” He pointed at the Sheriff. “You’ve been teasing your daddy all day with your spread cunt. Would you like to invite him to fuck you?”
She didn’t want to, no. But at the same time she did. Her pussy was wet and needy. She had fucked the Sheriff before, and orgasmed powerfully from it. But she hated *asking* the Sheriff to rape her, as if it were her choice, rather than something being forced upon her. And she hated calling him “daddy”.
She moaned a little, thinking about resisting.
Don’t be a brat. Bad girl.
She flinched as if she’d been shocked in the cunt.
“Please, daddy,” she heard herself saying, before she had even thought. “Please, would you fuck your baby girl?”
“You’ve been a good bitch today,” said the Sheriff. “I suppose you deserve a reward.”
He unzipped his pants, and took out his cock, and stood between the gynaecological stirrups that Tayla was trapped in. Then, slowly, he pushed his cock into her wet cunt.
Tayla sighed with happiness – even as her body trembled with shame.
Enjoy your rape. Good girl.
“Keep begging him,” said Dr Harcourt. “A father likes to feel appreciated.”
“You feel so good, daddy,” Tayla purred. “Please keep fucking your baby daughter. Please daddy, fill me up with your cock.”
She trembled with humiliation to say such things. She didn’t want to say them.
Women do as they are told.
“Did you tease your real father like this?” asked the Sheriff. “I would wager you did, you little slut.”
Tayla flinched as the unwelcome thought of her real, biological father came to her, even as she was enjoying the feel of a cock in her pussy.
“Did you want your real daddy to fuck you, Tayla?” asked the doctor. “It’s all right to admit it.”
“No…” moaned Tayla.
The Sheriff kept fucking her. It felt so good.
“Did you show your father your tits, Snowball?” asked the Sheriff. “Did you let him see your cunt? Did you crawl around nude for him, like you do with my family?”
“No…” moaned Tayla again.
“Keep begging,” urged the doctor.
“Please fuck me, daddy,” gasped Tayla. “Fuck me harder, daddy.”
But now she couldn’t help but imagine saying those words to her real father, and her body shuddered with revulsion and shame. Still, though, the Sheriff’s cock felt good inside her.
Let men fill you up.
Enjoy your rape.
“Did you fantasise about sucking your father’s cock, Snowball? Did you imagine what it would taste like?”
Tayla never had – until now. At the Sheriff’s words, she couldn’t help but briefly picture having her real father’s cock in her mouth, how it might be warm and hard, how she might taste pre-cum on its tip…
She began to buck, trying to free herself, but it just made her fuck her hips against the Sheriff’s cock harder. This was wrong. This was messed up.
“Admit it, Snowball,” said the Sheriff. “Admit you wanted to fuck your real father. Admit you cockteased him. Admit it, and I’ll let you cum.”
“Noo…” she moaned again.
“Do you think your father liked your tits or your cunt better, Snowball?” asked the doctor. “Would he prefer to cum in your pussy, or your mouth? Did you wonder what it would be like to kiss him on the lips and have his tongue in your mouth?”
She squealed and writhed. But the Sherriff kept fucking her relentlessly. She couldn’t stop him. And she wanted to cum. Not wanted – needed.
“Please, daddy,” she begged. “Please let your baby girl cum. Please. Please, daddy.”
“Only when you admit the truth, Snowball,” said the Sheriff.
It was torture. He was slowing down now, deliberately preventing her from orgasming. She tried to buck harder against him but the straps wouldn’t let her.
“Please, daddy,” she begged again, but there was no mercy.
Part of her was imagining the taste of her father’s cock, the feel of his hands on her tits, what it might be like to have his hard penis push into her pussy and fuck her. She couldn’t help it.
She needed to cum.
And so she gave in.
“I did it,” she confessed. “I cockteased my daddy. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to suck his dick. I’m such a slut.”
“Good girl,” said the Sheriff. And with that, he sped up his fucking, and Tayla squealed with delight.
Her orgasming was coming. Her orgasm was close. She was about to…
And just as her orgasm hit, the Sheriff pulled the vibe/shock clamp off her clitoris, and the blood rushed back into her clit with agonising force.
Tayla screamed, as she found herself orgasming from excruciating pain in her cunt. It hurt even worse than the last time she had been at the hospital, because the sensitising treatments were having their effect.
As she did so, the Sheriff found his own release, and ejaculated into her pussy.
And then it was done.
As she gasped for air, Dr Harcourt took out his cock and pushed it towards her mouth. Tayla felt herself accepting it automatically, submissively. She could no more have closed her mouth against it than she could have gone without air. She docilely suckled on his dick as her body and mind processed the trauma and pain and humiliation of what had just happened.
As she sucked, the nurse came back into the room, and knelt between Tayla’s legs, and licked the Sheriff’s sperm from her twat. Tayla found herself having a second orgasm from the nurse’s ministrations.
“It’s important for you to understand that you have always been a slut, Snowball,” said the doctor. “It is important for you to realise that you have always made decisions with your cunt, not your alleged brain. It is important for you to admit that the only way you have ever interacted with any man is by cockteasing him in the hope that he would rape you. Once you accept that, you will be a happier little breeder.”
Tayla tried to nod with a mouthful of cock, and a few moments later she was swallowing the doctor’s sperm.
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On the way home, naked in the Sheriff’s car, Tayla asked a question that had been on her mind.
“Daddy, what are… empties?”
He looked at her, and then took a sudden turn on the Modwina streets. They followed the new road for a way, until it came to a billboard that overlooked the Modwina high school.
In large letters it read “DON’T BE AN EMPTY. EMPTIES ARE WORTHLESS.”
And then there were three panels of pictures. The first showed a cartoon woman with a big round pregnant belly.
“GOOD GIRLS ARE FULL OF BABIES”, it read.
The next showed a topless woman on all fours, with her udders being milked like a cow.
“GOOD GIRLS ARE FULL OF MILK”, it read.
And the last panel showed a woman on her knees, sucking a man’s cock.
“GOOD GIRLS ARE FULL OF CUM”, it read.
The Sheriff looked at her. “Being an empty is the absolute worst thing a woman can be,” he told her. “Do you understand now?”
Tayla nodded dumbly, and the voice of the hypnotic treatment played in her head.
Don’t be an empty. Bad girl.
Let men fill you up. Good girl.
For the first time, she felt perversely grateful to have a baby growing in her womb. She wasn’t an empty. She was worth something. And she had milk in her tits and cum in her belly. She was a good girl.
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That night, over dinner, Tayla discovered she would now be expected to take part in a new storytelling activity. Previously she had described her rape, again and again – a story which had now evolved to show Tayla as a cum-hungry whore begging for impregnation, who had basically forced a nice boy to rape her and put a baby inside her.
Now she had a new story to tell – how she had cockteased her father. The Rutman family prompted her for details – how she had flashed her tits to her father, how she had allowed him to see her cunt, how she had sat on his lap and ground her ass against his cock, how she had dropped hints about her fetish for incestuous rape.
Telling these stories filled Tayla with shame and self-loathing – and the more she told them, the harder it became to remember the truth. A part of her came to believe that she *had* cockteased her own biological father – and that part of her believed that she deserved to be punished for it.
And when Sheriff Rutman fucked Tayla at night, he encouraged her to close her eyes, and picture her real father, as he kissed her and squeezed her tits and plunged his cock deep into her wet, needy cunt…
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