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Every night, Ivy sucked her father’s cock while he watched porn.
She wondered if this would have happened if she had been less of a slut – and knew it would not have. She had gone 18 years without her father ever looking at her in a sexual way. But then she had started to tongue-kiss him, and shown him her tits – and when he had asked her to take responsibility for what she had done to his cock, she had offered not the slightest resistance, and had immediately begun to first masturbate him, and then lick him clean.
She had done this. It was her fault.
She had even started to thank him after he ejaculated into her mouth. She hadn’t meant to. It was just that he looked at her expectantly after she took her lips off his cock, as if waiting for something, and the words had just fallen out of her mouth in response: “Thank you, daddy.”
And every morning, she got gang-raped in the toilets at school.
Well, it wasn’t rape. Ivy may not be consenting to letting the boys fuck her, but she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed it. After spending so many weeks in a state of constant sexual arousal and shame, it felt incredibly cathartic to be roughly fucked by several boys in succession. It always made her cum – and she thanked the boys, too, when they were done with her, because that was the sort of respect that Archer seemed to expect from her.
And the new pissing rules were good, too. After five weeks of trying to hold her bladder to avoid the humiliation associated with pissing, she was now experiencing the exact opposite. No one had ever noticed when she had pissed herself in front of them, so she now found it easy to wet herself while having a conversation, or while speaking in class, or while jogging in gym. And now that she was wearing diapers all the time, and didn’t have to ask for permission, there was no reason not to relax her bladder any time she felt like it.
In fact, she was positively rewarded for pissing as often as possible, because pissing would activate her vibrator, which would then pleasure her cunt for the next half hour, sometimes even bringing her to orgasm. She quickly got into the habit of pissing whenever someone was looking at her, to maximise the time that the vibrator was turned on. Archer and the boys helped by giving her bottles of water to drink whenever they saw her.
She wondered what life would be like after the boys let her go. She would tell her daddy that the blowjobs needed to stop, of course. She could take her topless photos down from the internet. And she could piss normally again. But she might let Archer and his friends keep fucking her – although they’d have to ask for her consent from now on…
Whatever was to come, it would certainly be nothing like the “plan to live the life she deserved” that Archer was making her write for her final project. She had a pretty good idea now as to what Archer thought she deserved, and it was not hard to pander to his fetishes when she was so close to achieving freedom.
IVY’S PLAN TO LIVE THE LIFE SHE DESERVES
Cocktease my daddy into fucking me and using me as his sex-toy.
Drop out of school.
Get big porn-star tits.
Understand I’m a stupid bitch who only exists to please the cocks of men.
Show the whole world my naked body.
Make sure everyone knows I’m a piss slut.
Get a job as a whore.
Swallow at least three loads of cum every day.
Rape all my female friends and let boys watch.
Get all my male friends to rape me.
Get pregnant from rape.
Forget everything I learned in school and be an empty-headed rape doll forever.
She needed some photos to go with it, so she took a full-body nude of herself where she was spreading her pussy lips, and a photo after her morning gang-bang where cum was visibly leaking from her cunt, and one where she was nude except for a visibly wet diaper with the words “PISS WHORE” written on her belly in lipstick.
She needed a little more, so she repeated the trick she had pulled with Dakota and Ted, and contacted the boyfriends of some of her female friends. By offering up nudes of herself, she was able to get nude images of several girls she knew, and she appended these to her project along with the girl’s names and addresses.
She found it oddly arousing to betray her friends this way, and she spent a couple of hours staring at their naked bodies and masturbating, thinking about how humiliated they’d be to know that strange boys would soon be leering at them. Her friends looked so much like pathetic fuckdolls in these photos that it was hard to remember when she had seen them as peers that she respected.
When she presented her assignment to Archer on Friday, she was terrified that it wouldn’t be enough, and he would have some final humiliation for her. But he just smiled and told her that she was a good girl, and then took her to the toilets for her gang-rape.
“You’ve done well, bitch,” he told her. “Your servitude lasts until midnight on Sunday, and after that you’re free. I expect you to turn up on Monday wearing panties like a normal girl. If I catch you in diapers again, I will make sure everyone knows it.”
Ivy had no intention of wearing diapers once she wasn’t required to.
At the end of that Friday, Archer dragged her into the toilets for one last spanking and gang-rape. There were additional boys present – she wasn’t even sure that they went to her school – but she let them fuck her and cum inside her pussy. She hoped she could talk Archer into continuing these fuckings after she was free – she would miss them.
On the weekend, she sucked her father’s cock twice on Saturday, and on Sunday he walked in on her in the shower, showed her his erect cock, and said that she had “responsibilities”. Ivy obediently turned off the shower, fell to her knees completely nude in front of him, and began to suck.
On Sunday night she had the talk with her father. She was scared – scared that he wouldn’t agree, and scared that he would hate her. Their current relationship may be inappropriately sexual, but they were honestly closer than they had ever been before, and her father showed her affection every night. Did she really want to give that up?
But she couldn’t keep sucking her father’s cock the rest of her life. So she told her father that kissing him and… taking care of his needs… had been fun, but they both knew it was wrong, and it had to stop. She promised to stop being a cocktease, but she wouldn’t be kissing him or touching his cock anymore.
Her father looked guilty, and ashamed – and disappointed – but to Ivy’s immense relief, he agreed.
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Monday morning felt like freedom. Ivy had almost forgotten what it was like to wear panties to school, and not have to take them off before her first class. She didn’t kiss her father on the mouth at drop-off, and she didn’t talk to Archer in the courtyard, and he didn’t inspect her pussy.
It took her a while to realise, though, that today wasn’t a normal school day. Instead of first class, there was an assembly. She realised that she hadn’t really been paying attention to anything at school other than fucking and pissing, and she had no idea what was happening.
The entire school entered the auditorium. Ivy was nervous to see that there were quite a lot of parents present, standing around the edges.
The principal stood on the auditorium stage and said, “Welcome to our very special day. We’re very lucky to have one of our most special students – our very first co-ed member of the student body – to introduce the day for us. Come on up, Ivy!”
Ivy didn’t know what was happening, but she stood and made her way to the stage.
The principal put an arm on her and said, “Don’t worry, your friend Archer has prepared a speech for you. Just read from the auto-prompter.”
Ivy felt alarm bells going off in her head, but she made her way to the microphone on stage and peered out across the crowd of hundreds of male students and their parents.
There was indeed an auto-prompter. Ivy read from it.
“Hello everyone,” she said. “Welcome to the St Aaron’s Parent Inspection Day – the special day a year where parents get to come to school and see the hard work their children have been doing.”
The alarm bells in Ivy’s head got louder.
“I’ve been so busy on my own work,” she read, “that I completely forgot to tell my own father about today – but luckily my good friends in my senior class got in touch with him and reminded him to come along. They’ve even set up a special exhibition in classroom 5B to display all my best work from the last six weeks, and they’ve sent him directly there so he can enjoy it…”
Ivy stopped, her mouth hanging open. No. They couldn’t have…
Everyone was looking at her. Everyone was staring at her.
And suddenly her bladder released. She felt hot urine flood into her panties – and then immediately soak through, run down her legs, and begin to puddle on the stage.
She couldn’t stop it. Over the last six weeks, Archer had effectively reversed her toilet training. He had taught her body to piss wherever it wanted – and particularly in front of people – and she no longer had the deep-seated inhibitions to stop it.
There was a nervous chuckle in the audience – and then outright laughter.
“She’s fucking pissing!” someone yelled.
“What a slutty disgusting baby!” someone else laughed.
“No!” Ivy protested. “Please! Don’t look!”
But it was worse – because Archer had also trained her to get aroused from pissing – and from humiliation. And now, experiencing the peak of humiliation, in front of the entire school, she was going to…
She orgasmed. Loudly. She made a load, comical, slutty moan, and then her body began to shake.
Everyone knew what was happening. It was clear to everyone that she was cumming from pissing on stage.
But that still wasn’t the worst. Because she knew where her father was, right now, and she knew what he was seeing…
She staggered from the stage, still pissing, and fled the auditorium. She ran through the corridors, heading to classroom 5B, and burst in to find her father, staring at the walls.
On the walls were Ivy’s assignments – the six assignments she had prepared for Archer over the past weeks.
“Why I Deserve to Be Punished, By Ivy – Because I have oversized tits. Because I’m a spoiled brat. Because I’m a stupid cunt and a dumb bitch. Because I’m a whore. Because girls are stupid and need discipline.”
“Ivy’s Porn-Star Role Models” – covered with pictures of fake-titted bimbos fucking and sucking.
“Ivy’s Sexual Fantasies” – which included pissing in public, having things shoved up her ass, being used as a sex-toy, having her father fuck her cunt, and raping her female friends. With a picture of her friend Dakota nude, and a photo of her own father’s cock.
“Things That Go In Ivy’s Cunt” – which included photos of her shoving basically every object in her house up her pussy – including a photo labelled “My Daddy’s Dick” which depicted her bouncing on an erect penis that was buried to the balls in her cunt.
“People’s Opinions of Ivy’s Tits” which described how she had shown her tits to over a thousand people, and thirty percent of them thought she deserved to be raped.
And “Ivy’s Plan to Live the Life She Deserves”, which consisted of dropping out of school to fuck her father, get fake bimbo tits, and be a piss whore and public rapetoy.
Ivy shut the door to the classroom behind her.
“Daddy, please,” she said, “I can explain.”
“I think these explain things very well, Ivy,” said her father. “I was wondering whether I had dreamt you coming into my room at night to play with my cock, but I see that that was real. How long have you been having sexual fantasies about me, Ivy?”
“I haven’t,” protested Ivy. “You have to believe me. There were these boys at school, and they made me do things…”
“They made you suck my cock?” he said.
“Well, no, they didn’t make me do that, but…”
“They made you cocktease me?” he asked.
“Kind of,” said Ivy. “I mean, they told me to kiss you…”
“I have to say, I’ve liked you a lot more since you started at St Aaron’s, sweetie,” said her father. “To be honest, you used to be… kind of a bitch.”
Ivy blushed. “But it wasn’t my choice,” she said.
“Well, I think that’s good too,” said her father. “I think you needed some choices taken away from you.”
Her father was looking at her – and Ivy felt her cunt begin to throb with arousal – and then she was pissing again.
She started to cry. “Please don’t look. I can’t help it. They made me… they trained me… I can’t help wetting myself now…”
“Well, you had a lot of bad habits to unlearn, honey,” her father said, “and if your toilet training needed to be undone as part of that, then that’s just what it takes, I suppose. But I’m sure we can fix this – the same way you fix it for a puppy. We’ll just rub your nose in it, and spank you, every time you piss, until you learn your lesson.”
“Please, daddy…” Ivy whined.
“I think these boys, whoever they are, have taught you some very good lessons,” he father said. “I think you should go back to them and ask them to keep teaching you. In fact, I insist on it.”
“I can’t!” Ivy protested. “I won’t!”
“Ivy, you know I’m very wealthy, and I get what I want,” her father said. “I got you into this school, and if I want you to keep pleasing these boys, then you’ll find that your life will be even more miserable if you don’t. Maybe you can even marry one of them after you graduate. And in the meantime, I think it’s appropriate that you keep taking responsibility for what you do to my cock, don’t you?”
He advanced on her, and grabbed her hair. With his other hand he reached under her skirt and pulled down her pissy panties. Then he pushed her back against the classroom wall, unzipped his trousers, and took out his cock.
“Say yes, daddy,” he said.
“Yes, daddy,” she whispered.
And her father pushed his cock into her cunt.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered in her ear as he began to fuck her. “Getting you fake tits? We can do that while you stay in school. Fucking your little girlfriends? I’m sure we can arrange for you to do that. And I know this isn’t exactly dropping out of school, but we can just arrange for you to fail and not graduate – and then we have the choice of sending you back again next year, or just transitioning you straight to a career in sex work.”
She felt herself orgasm on her father’s cock.
This was her fault. This was all her fault.
“I’m sorry I’m a stupid bitch, daddy,” she whispered.
“That’s all right, baby,” he replied. “You can’t help it.”
And then he ejaculated inside her.
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