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Ivy was sure that her project to solicit opinions of her tits was going to please Archer. After all, she had exposed her breasts to her own father to get his comment on them – and then pumped his cock until he had ejaculated on her, and then she had photographed herself with her father’s cum on her face and tits. How much more could she possibly have degraded herself for the purpose of this assignment.
But when she showed it to him on Friday morning, he just handed it back to her in disgust.
“Not acceptable,” he said. “D plus, at best. And here I thought you were learning.”
She was aghast. “But… but what else could I have done?”
“Were you not paying attention in statistics, bitch?” said Archer. “An appropriate sample size for research is a thousand respondents.”
She couldn’t believe it. “A thousand?” she squeaked, in a high-pitched voice. “How could I possibly have gotten a thousand opinions? I only had four days…”
“The internet,” said Archer. “I bet you could get a thousand in a single day, if you show your tits in the right forum.”
He couldn’t mean it – but he did. He wanted her to post a picture of her exposed boobs online.
“Make sure they can see your face as well,” he said. “They need to know that you’re a rich bitch to properly judge your fuckbags.”
She tried to come up with a way to beg him to not make her do this.
“You have until Monday,” he told her.
And then he had Liam kiss her, and grope her pussy, and to her shame it was – as always – wet.
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She wasn’t as sure as Archer that she could get a thousand comments before Monday, so she took a picture of herself topless at lunch, in her usual place behind the science block. She did her best to smile for the camera and lift her tits with her free hand so that they’d be easier to see.
Then she found a porn forum online, made an anonymous account, and uploaded her photo, with the text “Please give me comments!”
By evening, she had fifteen comments on the picture, which ranged from, “Nice jugs!” to “You’re a disgusting porn-cow.”
She added them to a text file – but she knew that at this rate she was never going to have a thousand by Monday. She took a couple more photos of her tits, in case some would perform better than others, and found a few more porn sites and discussion groups to post them into.
By Saturday morning, she had over 100 demeaning, objectifying and insulting comments on her tits (along with a fair amount of genuine appreciation), but it still wasn’t fast enough, so she spent all Saturday morning uploading topless images of herself to anywhere she could post them.
To her horror, in the midst of this frenzy of activity, she accidentally uploaded a photo to one of her non-anonymous accounts – a picture sharing service where she was connected to all her friends from her old school. Almost immediately comments began rolling in asking if she had been hacked, and saying she was acting like a slut – and then a different kind of comment started, as her friends’ brothers and fathers discovered the image, and began to tell her that she looked hot and fuckable.
She wanted to take that photo down – but honestly, it was performing better than any other single image she had posted, and it was generating more comments, and she had a depressing feeling that she might need to leave it up in order to get to 1,000 comments in time.
On Saturday night she watched porn with her father again – a movie about slutty teens who seduced their fathers – and halfway through her father shifted uncomfortably.
“Honey,” he said, “you’ve been wiggling your ass against me, and caused… a reaction.”
She had been doing no such thing – she had been keen to sit as still as possible – but she didn’t want to argue with her father about his erection, or draw more attention to her pussy, which at that moment had a vibrator inside it.
Instead, she just climbed off him, knelt in front of him, and took his cock out of his pants. She aimed it at her face, and began to masturbate him.
Her father kept watching the porn, and after a little bit, he grunted, and came, splattering his sperm over her face.
Ivy leaned in to lick his dick clean, and when she did, he put his hands in her hair and pulled her closer. She had no choice but to take her father’s cock into her mouth.
He’s raping me, she thought. My father is raping me.
But it would only be rape if she didn’t consent. If she struggled. And what would happen if she did struggle? Would he keep forcing her? Would he be more violent? Would he take more than just her mouth? Or would he be apologetic, guilty, ashamed – and want to talk about the increased sexual tension in their household? Would he tell her that she couldn’t kiss him anymore – not understanding how that would get her in trouble with Archer?
Which would be worse?
But she could avoid them both by not struggling. By not objecting. By submissively sucking her father’s cock like a good girl.
And so she did. She sucked on her dad’s penis until it became hard again, as he kept watching the porn, and then she bobbed her head up and down on his cock, until finally he came for a second time, flooding her mouth with his cum. Ivy swallowed it all – she had no choice – and finally her father released her.
“Thank you, sweetie,” he said – and that was all the discussion that they had about him forcing her to give him a blowjob.
By Sunday night, Ivy finally had her 1,000 comments. She thought about how to present the data, and finally decided to break it down into a series of sentiments.
- 98% of respondents thought she was a slut or a whore.
- 75% of respondents thought her breasts were sexy. 18% thought they were ugly.
- 22% of respondents made comments that suggested they wanted to rape her. A further 30% thought she deserved to be raped.
- 30% of respondents called her a bitch. 18% of respondents called her a cow. 12% called her a pig.
- 41% of respondents assumed from seeing her tits that she was stupid or mentally challenged.
- 29% of respondents wanted to hurt or abuse her breasts.
She took the amended project back to Archer on Monday, and to her immense relief, he now passed her.
“Your final project is to create a plan to live the life you deserve,” said Archer.
He didn’t elaborate. But he did tell her how he was making her life worse.
“This is a new vibrator,” he told her. “You wear this all the time now, okay? It was expensive, so don’t lose it. It only responds to piss. It will turn on when you start to piss, and stay on for half an hour afterwards.”
He gave her more of the diapers.
“And now you wear the diapers all the time. You don’t have to ask for permission to piss now – you just do it whenever you want – as long as there are people looking at you.”
“Oh, and there’s something else. We’re going to check your cunt for wetness in a new way, now.”
She wanted to ask how – but she didn’t have to. Archer grabbed a handful of her hair and marched her to the boys’ toilets. They were empty, and he got Theo to jam the door shut behind them. Then he lifted her skirt, bent her over the sink – and a moment later he was sliding his cock into her wet pussy.
He was raping her. She was having vaginal sex, for the first time in her life. He was taking her virginity. And there was nothing she could do about it.
But the truth was, she didn’t want to do anything. Part of her had been wondering when Archer would rape her, every day for the last five weeks. He clearly found her sexy. He clearly liked playing with her body. After a while, his refusal to actually stick his cock into her had started to feel like an insult, and a source of shame. Was she too disgusting for him to fuck? Too slutty? Too much of an incestuous piss whore?
And so feeling him finally penetrate her was a source of tremendous joy and validation . She was worth fucking! And her response was to almost immediately orgasm, and then orgasm again, and again.
Archer pulled on her hair for leverage, and called her a bitch and a cunt, and Liam and Theo grabbed and squeezed her tits as he raped her. And then when Archer was done, having shut his load inside her, it was Theo’s turn. And then Liam’s.
By the time they were all done, Ivy could barely think straight. The only thing in her brain was the feeling of her cunt, still spasming from multiple orgasms, still painful from being fucked raw.
Archer pulled a diaper up her legs, to trap their cum in her pussy, and then they all left, leaving her alone in the toilet – with the knowledge that this would happen every morning for the final week of her torture.
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