Chet didn’t get on with his step-daughter Alex. She was 18, and old enough to know better, and yet still she was difficult, and rude, and bratty.
When Alex’s no-good mother skipped town, leaving Alex in Chet’s care, it got worse. And then when Alex enrolled in a feminism course at college, her attitude became unbearable.
To make it worse, Alex was beautiful, sexy – and a total cocktease. She wandered around the house in nothing but a shirt and panties. On hot days, soaked in sweat, her outfit would contour itself to her tits and pussy, leaving little to the imagination. She would spend afternoons lying on the couch with her legs spread, her pussy mound poking at him challengingly, as she texted her slutty friends about whatever bratty, slutty thoughts were floating around in her empty little head.
Chet knew that Alex didn’t respect him. For one thing, he regularly looked through her phone while she was in the shower, and he saw the conversations she had with her friends. She made it very clear that she thought he was old, overweight, stupid and offensive.
He had hoped, in examining her phone, to find something he could use to blackmail her. Chet had long ago accepted that he would, indeed, like to fuck his step-daughter – or, better yet, transform her into the obedient, father-respecting sex-toy step-daughter that he wanted. He thought possibly he might discover nude photos that she had sent to a boy, or possibly an admission of some embarrassing sexual fantasy. But despite his hopes, he never found anything of that nature in her phone history.
Until one day, when he found something even better. A nude – but not of her, but rather of her college feminism course teacher, Janet. The teacher was a mature, attractive, buxom redhead – and here in the photo she was completely naked, and wantonly masturbating with one hand while squeezing one of her generous tits with the other. It was accompanied by a message: “Hey, Alex baby, thinking of you. Can’t wait for our next tutorial….”
This was what Chet had been looking for – his step-daughter’s downfall. Apparently Alex was some kind of lesbian – and she was fucking her teacher. She definitely wouldn’t want people to know.
But also, it was so much more than that, and it opened up some very intriguing possibilities.
He copied the photo, the message, and as much of Alex’s past correspondence with the teacher as he could find, and then went directly to Alex’s college, and sought out the office of his stepdaughter’s slutty teacher.
The teacher – Janet – clearly had no idea who Chet was.
“Hello, can I help you?” she asked, looking up from her work and flicking her gorgeous red hair out of her eyes with one hand.
Chet didn’t speak. Instead he stepped into the room, smiled, closed the door behind him – and then slapped Janet across the face.
She opened her mouth in pain and shock, but Chet spoke before she could.
“Do NOT speak, bitch,” he hissed, raising his hand to foreshadow the possibility of another slap. “I know you’re a horny lesbian cunt. And I know that you’ve been fucking my step-daughter Alex. Your student. Does that ring a bell?”
She opened her mouth again, clearly preparing to deny his allegations, but he held up his phone, to show his copy of the nude photo she had sent to Alex.
“I have the photos, you teenager-fucking whore. I have the text conversations. One word, and you lose your reputation and your job.”
His smile widened. “And maybe more than your job. If the police ask her, are you sure that Alex will say that your relationship was consensual? If saying that you raped her will mean that she doesn’t get expelled for cheating? Do you think you’d enjoy prison, bitch?”
Janet’s lip trembled. She looked like she might cry. The effect was deeply arousing to Chet, and she looked so pretty, as she realised that her life was ruined, that he slapped her again, just for fun.
“Get your clothes off, bitch,” he told her.
“What? Wait…” said Janet.
He gave her another slap.
“I told you not to speak, bitch,” he reminded her. “You are on extremely fucking thin ice right now. I honestly don’t know whether I’d be more satisfied by seeing you in jail, or by giving you a chance to save yourself. Right now I’m leaning towards giving you a chance, but if you’re going to be a difficult bitch then I can change my mind.”
He reached out and grabbed her chin in one hand.
“Are you going to be a difficult bitch, Janet?” he asked.
She shook her head desperately.
“Good girl,” said Chet. “So do as you’re told, and make sure I don’t *ever* have to repeat myself again. Get your fucking clothes off. And make it sexy.”
She was still hesitating.
“Is there a problem, cunt?” he asked her.
“I’m… I’m not into men…” she said, although she didn’t sound sure of herself.
He laughed.
“What makes you think that I care? Clothes *off*.”
And he reached out and ripped her shirt off, for emphasis. It tore right down the front, exposing her bra, and he wondered if she had a replacement to put on after he was done with her. He hoped she didn’t.
Slowly, face flushed, Janet undressed for him. Skirt, then bra – revealing the same luscious mature fuckbags he’d seen in the photo – and then panties, to bare a very shapely ass and a shaved pussy with enlarged, pouty labia.
He got out his phone and took some pictures.
“Hey!” Janet objected, reaching for his phone. He pushed her back so that she sprawled across her desk, legs spread, knocking her papers on the floor.
“You’ve got five minutes to masturbate before I start fucking you,” he said. “I’m going to rape you either way, but if you can find a way to orgasm before I ejaculate inside you, then I’ll give you a chance to save yourself from further rapes. But if you’re a frigid lesbian bitch who can’t cum, then I’ll be back to rape you again tomorrow, and every day, until you learn to orgasm from being raped by a man.”
Her eyes widened – and then immediately focused on a point over his shoulder, and she began to urgently rub her pussy. It wettened quickly. Chet was impressed. She had clearly taken him seriously immediately, and got right down to the business of thinking her sluttiest thoughts and readying her cunt for his cock. He had thought she would have at least another three stupid questions first.
He watched the five minutes he had given her roll past on his phone. Every thirty seconds he contributed to her masturbation by telling her that she was a dumb cunt, or a useless whore, or a girl-fucking slut.
And then, after five minutes, he unzipped his pants, pushed her hand away from her slutbox, and forced his cock into her now sopping-wet snatch.
He sighed with happiness as it slipped between her well-lubricated cunt lips and into her rapetunnel. He heard Janet squeak as he penetrated her, so he leaned down and put his hand over her mouth. He didn’t need to hear anything from her. With his other hand, he grabbed one of her tits, and used it to pull her body hard against his cock as he began to rhythmically pound her sluthole.
Much to his surprise, she *did* cum, long before he did, her whole body bucking and shuddering even as she moaned her shame and humiliation into her hand – and then she orgasmed *again* when he eventually ejaculated into her womb.
He laughed when he eventually pulled out of her, and then pulled her upright by her hair and wiped his cock off on her face.
“Transfer my cum to your face and tits,” he told her. He mimed the motion of wiping her snatch with one hand, then smearing it on her breasts and cheeks with the other. Janet obediently did as she was told. Her face was still flushed with arousal, and with a flash of insight he realised she *liked* being dominated, and that the reason that she had thought she wasn’t interested in men was merely that she’d never had one overbear her will before. She had literally needed to be raped straight.
He hoped she found a place for that in her feminist teachings.
She looked pretty, blushing with his humiliation, and with cum dripping from her face, tits and cunt, so he used to his phone to photograph her again, and then said, “Do you want to hear how you’re going to earn your freedom?”
She nodded eagerly.
“You’re going to turn that brat Alex into my fuckslave,” he told her. “I want you to bring her to my house, both of you with your tits exposed like good bitches, and you’re going to guide her head onto my cock and tell her to suck. I don’t care how you do it – blackmail, whatever – but you have a month to get Alex swallowing my jism and thanking me for it.”
Janet opened her mouth like she was going to protest, so he slapped her again. God, she was fun to slap. And she seemed to learn from it quickly.
“In the meantime,” he said, “you can teach whatever classes you have left for the day with that cum still on your face. How you handle that is up to you.”
He paused, remembering her thought about her teachings.
“Also,” he added, “I expect you to be teaching the stupid little cunts in your feminism classes that being raped and degraded and serving men is empowering, that it’s an expression of their female rights to eagerly sign up for that, and that being chaste and vanilla and respected in their sex lives is somehow anti-feminist.”
She looked up at him, eyes wide. “Yes, sir,” she said.
He did a double-take. He hadn’t asked her to call him sir. Her face was flushed. He realised that by raping and blackmailing her, he’d accidentally made this woman’s long suppressed forbidden fantasies come true.
“Call yourself a cunt,” he told her.
“I’m a cunt, sir,” she said – and Chet noted the slutty little hitch in her voice as she said it, the intake of breath, the way her nipples hardened, and the way she squeezed her thighs together as she spoke.
“Good girl,” he said, and slapped her again, as a kind of reward.
Then he left.
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From that point on, Chet visited Janet twice a week in her office. He always slapped and raped her. He always ripped enough of her clothes so that she couldn’t dress respectably when he was done, and he always came in her pussy and then had her transfer the sperm to her face and breasts.
While he fucked her, she told him of her recent sexual encounters with his step-daughter. After his second visit, Janet placed secret cameras in her office and in other places where she would meet with Alex, and she would provide the footage from them to Chet, so that Chet could watch his stepdaughter lezzing off with her big-titted redhead teacher as he raped Janet’s cunt.
Chet’s first assumption was that the films alone would be enough to control Alex, but when he raised this idea with Janet, the teacher unexpectedly promised him she could deliver something more complete. She had some knowledge of hypnotism, she said, and she had started to play erotic hypnosis games with Alex, and once she had Alex deep in a consensual, trusting trance, she was giving Alex suggestions that Alex wasn’t aware of.
He was dubious, but she asked him to provide her with a condom of his semen, which he did, and then on his next visit she showed him a video of one of Alex’s hypnosis sessions.
Alex, naked and vacant-eyed, stared at Janet, as Janet held up the condom full of sperm.
“This is your father’s cum, Alex,” Janet said. “He ejaculated it while thinking about raping you.” She untied the condom and upended it over a glass tabletop. “Be a good girl for you daddy,” she said.
Slowly, the hypnotised Alex crawled over to the table on all fours, leaned over it, and began licking up the cum from the glass surface like a cat.
When he saw that, Chet ejaculated into Janet so hard that much of his cum leaked out onto her desk. He wiped it up with a student’s essay about the inherent dignity of women.
“Yes,” he breathed. “This is good. Keep conditioning her.”
“Yes, sir,” agreed Janet submissively, as she smeared his cum obediently over her large fuckbags.
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Finally the day came. Chet’s doorbell rang, and he opened it to find Janet and Alex standing on his front doorstep together. Both had their blouses pulled up to expose their bra-less tits. Janet was excited, and flushed with arousal. Alex’s face was vacant and doll-like.
He took a moment to stare at his step-daughter’s tits. He had never seen them bare in the flesh before. They were everything he had hoped for.
Then he said, “Come in.” He led them into the lounge room, then took out his cock, and waited expectantly.
“Alex, can you hear me?” said Janet.
“Yes, mistress,” said Alex dreamily.
“Alex, when I snap my fingers, you’re going to be aware of what’s happening and what you are doing,” said Janet. “You are going to have your full personality, and your full normal reactions to events. But you are going to run the script we talked about called Being a Good Girl For Daddy, do you understand?”
“Yes, mistress,” said Alex.
“The more ashamed and humiliated and degraded you feel about what’s happening to you,” said Janet, “the more aroused you become. And the more that your daddy makes you aroused, the more you will love him and obey him, even if you hate him at the same time and don’t *want* to obey him, understand?”
“Yes, mistress,” said Alex.
“Good girl,” said Janet. And snapped her fingers.
Awareness came to Alex’s face – and then her cheeks reddened with rage and humiliation. Her hands moved, as if to cover her exposed tits – but stopped, unable to do so.
“What is this?” she growled. “Janet, what are we doing? Why is my stupid fuckhead father here with his cock out?”
“We’re doing what we’re supposed to,” said Janet. “Now – be a good girl for your daddy.”
Alex’s eyes widened. She was clearly consumed by an internal struggle. She knew something was happening to her – something she didn’t want. She let out a cry of pure rage.
But she couldn’t resist. She fell to her knees, trembling, and then leaned forward, taking a position on all fours. Slowly she began to crawl towards her step-father like a bratty little pet.
“No,” she wept as she crawled. “I don’t want to.”
“Yes, you do, sweetie,” said Janet. “You want to be a good girl for daddy.”
Judging by Janet’s flushed cheeks and rock hard nipples, Chet thought the teacher’s cunt must be gushing like a river.
Alex reached Chet, and rose. Her nose wrinkled in disgust – but she leaned forward, opened her mouth, and a moment later Chet exhaled with pure delight as his step-daughter’s lips closed on his rock-hard cock, and she began to bob her head up and down to give him a surprisingly skilled blowjob.
Janet stepped forward and put her hands on the back of Alex’s head, guiding her to take his cock deeper into her throat. The teacher looked at Chet with lust.
“The Good Girl Program,” explained Janet, “will make her want to keep you sexually satisfied; to do her chores and other obligations around the house; to be completely honest with you about her entire life, and proactively admit her sexual behaviour, sexual fantasies, and any bad behaviour she has engaged in; she will continue dressing and behaving sexily around the house, and even embarrass and degrade herself if she thinks it will turn you on; and she will be unable to stop herself picturing your cock and the pleasure she gets from being fucked, dominated, abused and humiliated by you any time she is aroused, whether masturbating or fucking someone.”
Chet grinned, and gripped Alex’s hair, forcing her down on his cock until he heard the satisfying sound of her gagging, before releasing her again. “What about that other thing, about loving me?” he said.
“Yes,” said Janet. “She’s going to have very complex emotions. She’s going to hate you for enslaving and raping her – but the more you abuse her, the wetter it will make her, and the wetter she gets from being abused by you, the more she will feel overwhelming love for you. You may find her doing things like desperately kissing you while telling you she hates you; or crying and babbling that she loves you while bouncing on your cock. It should be a lot of fun.”
“God yes,” said Chet – and orgasmed, ejaculating into his step-daughter’s mouth. She tried to pull away, but he held her in place by her hair until she started swallowing his cum.
“And what about you?” he asked Janet. “I said I’d let you go once you gave me Alex. Do you want to be set free?”
She looked down at her student/lover’s face, impaled on Chet’s cock, and then back up at Chet.
“No,” she whispered. “No. God, no. Please, slap me and rape me. I need it so badly. And…” – she looked suddenly excited – “I tutor *other* girls too. Some of them are even brattier and sluttier than Alex…”
Chet smiled, and looked down at his step-daughter, her mouth still plugged with his cock, his cum leaking from the corner of her mouth.
“Okay,” he said. “I suppose you’ve earned your right to stay a slave. After all” – and he chuckled, and lightly slapped Alex on the cheek, noting with pleasure that she flinched from the pain but showed no sign of biting down on his cock – “you’ve done such an excellent job of educating my step-daughter in feminism…”
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