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Tayla’s new hygiene clamps couldn’t stay on her nipples around the clock. They needed to come off, from time to time, to allow her nipples to have normal bloodflow. But Tayla found that having them come off was a thousand times more excruciating than having them on. The blood would rush back into her tortured nipples, setting every nerve on fire, inevitably making her squeal with agony.
Sheriff Rutman had a plan for this, however. Four times a day, immediately before Tayla’s milking, he would have Tayla strip naked, and a vibrator would be applied to her sensitive clitoris. Sometimes it was the Sheriff holding the vibe, but sometimes it was Bessie or Edward. They would keep the vibe pressed mercilessly against her cunt while telling her she was a slut and a cow – and at the moment when Tayla finally reached her orgasm, they would quickly pull the clamps off her tits.
Tayla would feel her orgasm hit against a wave of agonising pain in her tits, pain and pleasure mingling confusingly in her brain.
Afterwards, she would be painfully milked. Then they would have her kneel with her tits resting on the dining table, and the vibe would be applied again. As she approached orgasm, the Sheriff or Edward would begin to beat her tits with a shoe until she came – and then the clamps would be reapplied, and she would be given a baby-bottle filled with semen to suck on.
The Sheriff told her that, in time, she would find herself unable to orgasm without agonising pain in her tits – and that, conversely, torturing her udders would make her cum.
Tayla attended daily lessons at Ms Honeybell’s school, where she continued to learn what a stupid animal she was, and how she needed men to think for her. Each lesson ended with the chance for the female students to rape and torture each other, and Tayla came to love the chance to take out her frustration on the cunts and tits of other girls, even if it mean they would abuse and violate her in turn.
After all, she deserved it, for tempting her friend Oscar into raping her, and for cockteasing her own father – two things that she now genuinely believed. She knew if she had just been a nice girl, and not been a total slut around her father and Oscar, she wouldn’t be in this position now. it was her own fault.
This new understanding led directly into a new project that the Sheriff asked her to undertake back at the house.
“It’s time to start your reintegration into society, Snowball,” he said.
He said this as he had Tayla sitting on his lap, on the couch. Tayla was facing him, her knees either side of his legs, and his cock was buried deep in her pussy.
“What do you mean, daddy?” she said, as she bounced obediently on his dick. She was a little distracted, as she was trying to think about her original father’s cock, and how she had cockteased it, as the Sheriff wanted her to do whenever he fucked her.
“Well, you can’t just vanish forever out of the world, Snowball,” said the Sheriff. “Someone might come to the conclusion that you were abducted.”
Tayla struggled to think of why she would be here, in Modwina, if she hadn’t been abducted. it was difficult for her, and she quickly gave up.
“What do you want me to do, daddy?” she asked.
“It’s time for you to get in contact with your biological daddy,” he told her. “And let him know how well you’re doing.”
A complex range of emotions ran through Tayla – a brief surge of hope, that she would be allowed to contact her father, and that he would rescue her; confusion at the Sheriff’s plan; a small, humiliating surge of lust as she pictured her father’s erect cock; and overwhelming fear and anxiety at the knowledge she wasn’t going to like this, because everything the Sheriff suggested inevitably ended in humiliation, pain and degradation.
The confusion was enough to push her over the edge and let her orgasm on the Sheriff’s dick, and moments later, he came too, filling her cunt with his seed.
Afterwards, he showed her what he meant. He wanted her to write letters. He had to help her – Tayla had never been a good student, and her education and conditioning in Modwina was making her stupider every day. On her last measurement, she had scored 48% human and 52% female, which had earned her a pat on the head and a “good girl” from the Sheriff – some of the most intense approval that Tayla had received from anyone since arriving in the town.
Tayla laboriously scrawled out correspondence that explained to her father that she was safe and happy – although the Sheriff didn’t yet let her explain exactly where she was. She told her father that she was pregnant, and the baby was developing well.
And then she apologised for cockteasing him. She confessed how she had always lusted after his cock, and how she had schemed to seduce him into fucking her, and that only her pregnancy had interrupted that plan. She detailed some of the fantasies that the Sheriff had been encourage her to focus on during sexual activity – fantasies of sucking her father’s cock, of letting him penetrate her pussy and anus, of having him force her and slap her as he used her as his sex toy.
And then she posed for some nude photos that showed her swollen tits, her round belly, and her wet cunt. These went into the envelope with the letter, and the Sheriff mailed it to her father.
Tayla shook with shame after it was done. Her father was going to see her nude. He was going to look at her cunt. He was going to read how she wanted him to rape her. How would he respond? With disgust? With contempt? Or with lust? Would he touch himself as he read her fantasies? Would he stare at her naked body as he masturbated?
Over the following weeks they sent more letters, spaced several days apart. She told her father how she had learned that she was nothing but a cow. She told him how fun it was to rape the other girls at the Honeybell school. She told him that she liked it when people made her tits hurt. She told him how much she longed to please his cock.
She included pictures of her crawling, pictures of her masturbating, and pictures of her kissing and lezzing off with the other girls at the school.
One by one, these letters would arrive at her family home, addressed to her father, with no return address or way to locate her.
Would her father show any of it to her mother? Or would he keep it a secret, wanting to keep the lewd photos of his daughter for himself?
The Sheriff told her that her father would keep them. He told her that her father had never seen her as anything but a set of fuckholes, and that her letters were only confirming that understanding. What she had mistaken for love was instead an eagerness for her to come of age so that he could use her as his cum-dump.
She was also made to write letters to Oscar – the friend who she had once thought had raped her, whose child she was carrying in her belly.
The Sheriff made her write in detail her new, amended, understanding of the night of her impregnation – how she had cockteased Oscar, led him on, slutted all over him, and practically begged him to knock her up in the alleyway. She apologised for her behaviour, and reflected on how much she had enjoyed him controlling her, how thrilled she had been when he ripped her panties off, and how much the pain and violence had heightened the sexual pleasure she had received from her forced impregnation.
Again, she included nude photos of herself, for his enjoyment.
In subsequent letters to Oscar the Sheriff told her to write about her female friends, back in her home town – girls that Oscar knew. He urged her to write down every embarrassing secret she knew about them – particularly anything they wouldn’t want Oscar to know. She wrote that her friend Leah was a closeted lesbian; that Ellie was fucking one of her college professors; that Jennifer had a crush on Oscar’s father; that Ivy had a drug problem.
The Sheriff held the vibrator against Tayla’s cunt as she wrote these things. There was no greater sexual thrill for a female, he told her, than betraying other women to men. And, sure enough, Tayla did orgasm as she betrayed her friends’ confidences to Oscar.
After a couple of weeks, the Sheriff set up anonymous email addresses, and told Tayla to include the address in her next letter to her father.
“I want to hear from you, daddy,” she wrote. “If my letters have been making me happy, email me and tell me what you want to do to me when you see me again – and send me a photo of the cock I’ve been dreaming of.”
A similar letter went to Oscar.
Oscar was first to reply. He almost immediately sent an email with a picture of his erect cock attached. In it, he called Tayla a slut and a whore. He agreed that her rape was her own fault, for being a cocktease. He told her that her bitchy attitude had left him scared she would call the cops. That fear was her fault, he told her, and he wanted to slap her stupid slut face for causing it. He wanted to rape her again while she cried. He wanted to hear her beg for forgiveness as he fucked her ass.
The Sheriff made her read the letter aloud into a microphone, so that he could put headphones on her that played it, on a loop, into her ears, as she rode her vibrator, cumming again and again to fantasies of her violent rape as she stared at the picture of Oscar’s cock.
Tayla had to write another letter to her daddy begging him to respond before he finally did. She encouraged him to think of her not as a person, but as “a young thin white blonde with a slutty face, sluttishly large udders, and a slutty stupid pussy”, as she had been taught in school. She suggested that he masturbate while he looked at the photo of her forcing Butterboobs to lick her cunt, both girls nude and Butterboobs still crying from the tit-slapping that Tayla had given her prior to the photo. She suggested that he think of five ways to abuse her oversized breasts that would make his cock hard.
And then the email finally came.
“Hey princess,
It’s been hard to get my head around the things you’re telling me and showing me, and make them match up with the sweet girl I thought you were. But when I looked at the photo of you raping that girl, I realised you’d never really been that girl at all.
I’m sorry I missed all your hints about how much you wanted to have sex with me. I should have known from the way you slutted around the house, and hugged me in that way that pushed your tits against me, and the way you always wanted to spend time with me. If I’d paid more attention, maybe your first time could have been with your daddy, and you wouldn’t have needed to cocktease a friend into impregnating you.
I did as you asked and thought about how it would be fun to hurt your breasts. I think it might be fun to punch your tits, or bind them in rope, or whip them with a belt, or make you rub them against something rough, or maybe drag you around by them. I was playing with my cock while I thought about it, and that last idea – dragging you into my bedroom by your tits while you struggled and cried, and then raping you – made me cum. I wish you could have been there to swallow it.
I’m doing my best to think of you as a whorish animal, not a person, and I hope one day you’ll come home so I can rape you.
With love,
Your daddy.”
There was a picture of her father’s exposed cock with it. Once again, the Sheriff made her cum while reading her father’s words and staring at his dick.
And with this, the Sheriff was apparently satisfied.
“All right, Snowball,” he said. “I think it’s time to invite your daddy to visit.”
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