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From her nearby vantage point, Annika had heard everything that Hunter and the boys had said to Laurel, and when Laurel returned to her, thoroughly humiliated and on the verge of tears, Annika was delighted.
“Look how much more popular you are already,” she declared, as she started the car and began to drive them home. “They’ve invited you to a party.”
“I don’t want to go to that party,” said Laurel. “I’m scared of what they’ll do to me.”
“Well, of course you are, Laurel,” said Annika. “They seem like a rough crowd. But being in fear of men is just part of being feminine. A proper understanding that your safety is dependent upon men, and that they’ll make choices for you that you might not necessarily enjoy, is important for a woman to have the right mindset for life.”
“But they might rape me!” wailed Laurel.
“Don’t be silly,” said Annika. “It’s only rape if you don’t cooperate. Now, doesn’t it feel good knowing that all your friends have seen your pussy, and you’ve admitted that you’re a dumb slut to them?”
“No,” pouted Laurel.
“Am I correct that they were uploading some video of you to the internet earlier?” Annika continued.
Laurel didn’t want to answer, and stayed silent – until Annika turned and looked at her pointedly, and Laurel was suddenly able to imagine further humiliations that Annika could easily visit upon her.
“Yes,” she said, sulkily. “They called it ‘Dumb Slut Skate Fails’ or something.”
“Well, that’s wonderful,” said Annika. “I’ll have to look for it online. You could already be an internet star.”
“Can I take my clit clamp off now?” asked Laurel.
“No,” said Annika. “You can ask your father to do it when you get home.”
Laurel made a face. “That’s so gross,” she complained.
Annika immediately pulled the car over to the side of the road and looked at Laurel.
“Young woman, I’ve had just about enough of you disrespecting your father,” she said. “First you were a brat and a bitch, and now you’re a cocktease who won’t take responsibility for your actions. That clamp is on your clitoris because you deserve for your cunt to be in pain, because of the way you’ve treated your father, and it’s appropriate to ask your father for permission to end that pain.”
“What?” said Laurel. “No…”
“And furthermore,” said Laurel, “I had hoped you’d had some insight into your cockteasing when you apologised to your father this morning, but apparently not. From now on, when you greet your father, you are going to check if your slutty behaviour has aroused him.”
“What do you mean?” asked Laurel.
“I mean go up to your father, slide your hand into his pants, and wrap it around his cock,” said Annika. “And give him a kiss to show you love him. If his cock is hard at the end of the kiss, then you’ve been a disgusting slut. You keep holding his cock, and you apologise for being a disgusting slut, and you suggest a way for him to discipline you. On the first occasion, you should suggest that he slap you. Do you understand?”
“You can’t keep making me do this with my father,” protested Laurel. “It’s wrong. I can’t…”
“You can and you will,” said Annika. “Otherwise you won’t just be a slut, you’ll be a homeless slut, who won’t graduate school, and the whole internet will see you fucking your father, and I’m sure we can find ways to make things even more unpleasant for you on top of that.”
Laurel wanted to cry. It was so unfair.
And yet, she already knew she was going to do as Annika instructed.
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When she got home, her father greeted her with a smile, and said, “Hi, Laurel. You look like a big-titted whore.”
She forced a smile on her face, as her “practicing” demanded, and said, “Thank you, daddy.”
Then, trembling a little, she went up to him, and wrapped one arm around his shoulders, and slid the other into his pants. His body stiffened with surprise, and when she found the warmth of his dick inside his underpants, it was soft – but it hardened immediately as she wrapped her hand around it.
Then she kissed her father on the lips, squeezing his cock with her hand. He responded by wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close, and pushing his tongue into her mouth.
She felt her cunt throb. Her body didn’t seem to understand this was her father – it just felt the erotic sensation of a cock in her hand, a tongue in her mouth, and strong arms holding her, and immediately prepared her for sex. She blushed with shame. Unbidden, her tongue wrapped around her father’s, and she moaned a little, and her hand gently pumped his erect cock inside his pants.
Then the kiss was over, and Laurel, breathing quickly, her hand still on her father’s dick, said, “I’m sorry I’m a cockteasing slut, daddy. You should slap me to punish me.”
Her father looked at her, a conflicted expression on his face. And then he raised his hand, and slapped his daughter across the cheek.
Laurel gasped, and stepped back, releasing her father’s cock.
“Thank you for punishing me, daddy,” she said.
“You’re welcome, baby,” her father said. “I know you need it.”
But there was something else.
“Daddy, can you take my clitoris clamp off for me?” she said.
“Of course, honey,” he said, his face flushed with his own arousal. “Lift up your skirt.”
Laurel did as she was told, showing her father her cunt. Her father knelt in front of her, his face level with her twat.
“How long has it been on, honey?” she said.
“About forty minutes,” she said. “It came off at the skate park but then went back on.”
“It’s going to hurt when I take it off, baby,” her father said. “Here, this will help you manage the pain.”
And before Laurel could react, her father parted her cunt lips with one hand, and then pushed two fingers of the other up into her pussy.
Laurel couldn’t help but squeak – partly with shock, but also with pleasure. Her cunt was so wet. It wanted penetration. The fingers felt good inside her.
Involuntarily, she bucked her hips a little against her father’s violation of her twat.
And then her father removed the clit clamp.
Agonising pain bloomed in her clit as the blood rushed back in. Her knees went weak, and she sank down – hard – onto her father’s penetrating fingers. And as she felt those fingers force their way deep into her fuckhole, a new humiliation occurred.
She orgasmed. She orgasmed, from pain, on her father’s fingers, with his face just inches from her cunt.
And just as she thought that was the worst thing that would happen, her father leaned in, and put his lips on her clitoris, sucking it into his mouth.
Shock, shame, humiliation, pain and pleasure mixed in Laurel’s head. Wires in her brain crossed, and shorted out. Her clit was already so sensitive from the clamp – her father sucking on it was agony. And yet it was also pleasure, and his fingers in her cunt were… beckoning? Pressing against her G-spot.
No good girl shows her father her cunt. No good girl cums in front of her father. No good girl squeezes her father’s dick. No good girl lets her father suck her clit and finger her cunt.
She was – as she had told her father – a disgusting cockteasing slut. She deserved this. She deserved this. She deserved this.
She orgasmed, again and again and again.
When it was over, her father rose, his face wet with her cunt juices, the clit clamp in his hand, and said nothing. He merely turned away from her, leaving her standing there, filled with shame and the knowledge of her own whorishness.
And Annika watched it all, and smiled.
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There was a couple of hours until dinnertime, and Annika and Stephen had vanished into the master bedroom during it.
Curious, Laurel put her ear to the door of her father’s bedroom.
“Do my tits feel good, master?” she heard Annika purring.
“Yes…” she heard her father say, in a strained voice.
“That’s right. Keep fucking my tits,” said Annika. “But don’t cum. Just keep looking at the video of your daughter. Doesn’t her cunt look pretty?”
“Yes…” said Stephen again.
In her mind, Laurel could imagine what was happening. Her father and Annika naked. Her father sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs spread, his cock hard. Annika kneeling between his legs, his cock between her oversized tits, using her fuckmelons to masturbate him. Her father staring at Laurel’s lewd cheerleading video.
“What do we say about Laurel?” asked Annika.
“Laurel is a bitch,” hissed her father. “Laurel is a cunt. Laurel is a slut. Laurel deserves rape.”
“That’s right,” said Annika. “Didn’t it feel good to have your cock in her bratty little pussy?”
“Yes…” groaned Stephen. “But… this is wrong… she’s my daughter…”
“She’s just a fucktoy, Stephen,” said Annika. “You can’t go around treating women like people. And doesn’t it feel good when the teasing little whore strokes your cock and kisses you?”
“Yes…” moaned Stephen.
“No cumming,” warned Annika. “It’s Laurel that’s gotten you turned on, so the only way you’re going to get to cum is if she makes you. Understand? It’s for your own good. Only Laurel can give you orgasms.”
“Yes…” moaned Stephen.
Horrified and disgusted, Laurel pulled away.
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Shortly before dinner, Annika emerged from the bedroom completely nude, her tits smeared with Stephen’s pre-cum. She headed straight for Laurel’s bedroom.
“You did this,” she said to Laurel, pointing at her tits. “With your teasing. Clean it up.”
Laurel had little choice but to lick her stepmother’s breasts clean, tasting her father’s pre-cum on her tongue with every lick.
“Dress in your cheerleader outfit for dinner,” said Annika, when she was done. “No panties.”
She learned why Annika wanted her in the outfit once dinner was done, and they retired to the lounge room.
“Do some cheerleader moves for your father,” said Annika. “Handstands, and jumps.”
Laurel reluctantly did as she was told. Handstands, of course, made her skirt flip, and exposed her spread cunt to her father’s gaze. Jumps made her unsupported tits bounce lewdly inside her cheerleading top.
After a while, Annika undid Stephen’s fly and pulled out his cock, showing it to Laurel. It was rock hard.
“Look what you’ve done to your father,” she said. “What are you going to do about it?”
Laurel blushed. Her mouth opened – but she didn’t know what to say.
“It’s your responsibility, Laurel,” said Annika. “You can sit in his lap, like you did last night. Or you can sit next to him and hold it in your hand. Or you can sit in front of him, and I’ll jerk him off onto your face. Or you can use your mouth. Which will it be?”
Laurel couldn’t believe Annika was really telling her to make her father cum. But she needed only look at her father’s face – a mask of guilt and lust, the look of a man who had been edging to the thought of his daughter’s cunt for hours with the help of a buxom seductress – to know that this was real, and her father wasn’t going to stop it.
“I…” began Laurel.
A sick part of her wanted to say that she would sit in his lap, and let her father’s cock slide up into her fucktunnel, where she knew it would feel amazing. She could bounce on his lap and reach her own orgasm and feel her father spurt his cum up into her womb.
But she couldn’t be that much of a slut.
She reviewed the options and picked the one that sounded least bad.
“I’ll… hold it,” she said.
“Good girl,” said Annika. “Sit there.”
She had Laurel sit beside her father on the couch, and then wrap her right hand around his cock. Laurel could feel her father’s dick flexing in her hand, and her upper fingers immediately became wet from a small squirt of pre-cum.
“And let’s put on something to watch,” said Annika. “Something to celebrate you as a cheerleader.”
She fiddled with the TV remote, and after a few moments a film began to play on the TV screen.
It was entitled “Bimbo Cheerleader Rape Party”, and it opened with two blonde fake-titted cheerleaders pulling off their tops to expose their tits, and then passionately engaging in a lesbian kiss as four men stood around them, stroking their cocks.
“Why are these cheerleaders better than you, Laurel?” asked Annika.
“Uh…” – Laurel struggled to think, her hand still on her father’s rock-hard cock – “because… because their tits are bigger.”
“That’s right,” said Annika. “And why else?”
“They’re blonde,” said Laurel.
“And?”
“And… they’re lezzing off with each other for the entertainment of men,” said Laurel.
“Good girl,” said Annika. “And which of those are you going to do for your daddy?”
Laurel gaped. She didn’t want to do any of them.
“Are you going to be blonde, Laurel?” asked Annika. “Are you going to get a tit upgrade?”
“No!” gasped Laurel. “Absolutely not!”
“Well, then,” said Annika. And with that, she knelt in front of Laurel, and pushed Laurel’s legs apart, and leaned in, and began to lick Laurel’s pussy.
Laurel’s body stiffened with violation and humiliation.
But she let it happen.
Annika wanted Laurel to get blonde hair. She wanted Laurel to get big tits. She was looking for an excuse. Laurel had to submit, or else…
Stephen looked from the screen, where blonde cheerleaders were now getting violently gangbanged, to his cheerleader daughter and his nude bimbo wife. He watched Annika’s tongue run up and down the length of his daughter’s wet gash, as his daughter squeezed his cock.
“You’re such a rapeable whore,” he whispered to Laurel.
“Thank you, daddy,” said Laurel, trying her best to smile. She hated that her stepmother’s tongue felt good on her cunt. She hated the knowledge that, soon, she would orgasm from having her stepmother tongue-fuck her twat.
Her father took her hand and guided it on his dick, showing her a pumping motion. Laurel obeyed, beginning to pump her father’s cock. Simultaneously, she moaned, and pushed her cunt harder into Annika’s face.
“Baby,” said her father, “if you keep pumping me like that, I’m going to cum, and make a mess.”
Annika looked up from her cunt-licking. “Don’t let him make a mess, Laurel,” she said. “If he cums on the carpet, I swear to God we’re booking you for tit-implants tomorrow.”
Her eyes wide, Laurel began looking around for a way to contain her father’s cum. She could tuck his cock back into his pants – but that would be making a mess in his underwear, and Annika would punish her for it, just as surely as if her father had ejaculated on the floor.
She thought about taking off her own cheerleading top and using it as a cum-rag – but when she tried to take her hand off her father’s cock to pull it through the armhole of her top, he caught her wrist and dragged it back, and Laurel only succeeded in exposing one tit, not removing the top.
“Baby,” her father moaned. “I’m about to cum.”
Laurel couldn’t think. There was nothing to catch her father’s cum. She was about to orgasm from her stepmother’s licking. Her father’s breathing was quickening, and his hips were arching.
On screen, a bimbo cheerleader was suspended nude between two men. One had a cock in her cunt, and the other a cock in her ass. The man in front of her was spitting on her face, and a circle of other men were stroking their cocks and chanting, “Slut! Slut! Slut!” as they watched her rape.
There was nothing Laurel could do but the obvious. As she felt her father’s dick begin to pulse and twitch in her hand, she leaned over, and placed her lips over the tip of his cock.
Immediately, she felt warm, salty cum spurting into her mouth. She moved her mouth down, taking more of her father’s cock into her, and swallowed what he was ejaculating.
“Good slut,” her father moaned. “Good whore.”
He put his hands on the back of her head, trapping her on his cock, so she couldn’t get away.
And that was when Laurel felt herself cum from her stepmother’s cuntlicking.
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