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Confirmation of Keira’s slutty dare to squeeze her brother’s dick hadn’t come through by lunchtime, and Keira had to pee in that time. Her persistent rule for this level prevented her from using the toilet, so she contemplated her options.
Last night she had urinated in the backyard – and the spot she had used was fairly sheltered from the view of anyone in the house, but she felt far less comfortable about it in daylight. Instead she got a large glass from the kitchen, took it to her bedroom, and pissed in it, before returning to the kitchen to pour it down the sink.
At one level, she found this process gross and disgusting, and it made her feel dirty and ashamed. But at another it was kind of thrilling – to be doing something that she had been trained from birth not to do, to be deliberately relaxing her bladder in her own bedroom, to be carrying her piss to the sink, terrified someone would see her and ask her what was in the glass. By the time she was done, she was noticeably aroused.
But was that her? Or was it her new Tease Tags? The note had said they could release chemicals and control her bodily reactions. It could tell when she was pissing. Was it maybe… making her aroused when she pissed?
She didn’t know what was worse – having her sexuality manipulated by the anonymous owners of Tease Tag, or just naturally being such a slut that she was turned on by pissing in a glass.
At around 1 pm, her confirmation arrived.
“Dare successful! Good girl! You have earned 20 points. Your total balance is 170 points. You need 80 more points for Level 4. Take another dare.”
Previously these messages had ended in a question mark. The question mark was gone. It was an order, nor a query.
- Walk around the block in your Tease Slut outfit. (20 points.)
- Post the words “It’s normal for a girl to have rape fantasies, right?” on social media. (10 points.)
- [WITH A HOUSEHOLD MALE PRESENT] Masturbate to orgasm in a public room of your house. (20 points.)
There was only one acceptable choice. She could hear her brother and father active in the house. She had been lucky to not encounter them when she pissed. She couldn’t get away with masturbating in the lounge or dining room no matter how surreptitious she was. And walking around the block in the lewd porn-doll Tease Slut outfit was an invitation to get raped.
Although, in a way, the other option was a much more literal invitation to get raped.
It was just social media. Girls said dumb things on social media all the time. She could delete it later. How long would Tease Dare want her to keep it up for? Could she take it down immediately after posting it?
She realised the answer would be “at least until her dare was confirmed”. Which would be hours. But still…
She logged into her main social media account. She took a selfie of herself, making a cute pout, and posted it with the words “It’s normal for a girl to have rape fantasies, right?”
She almost lost her nerve when she saw it there, public for the world to see. And almost immediately, it started getting reactions. She was “friends” with a good portion of her school, and also a lot of strangers followed her account. She wasn’t naive – she knew it was because she was a cute teenager who posted photos of herself, and a lot of those accounts were older men. But she didn’t mind too much.
She watched as account after account liked her post. The truth was, it was immediately more popular than anything else she had posted that month.
And then the messages started to come in. The first was from a stranger. It read, “I can make ur fantasies cum true, baby – what’s ur address?”
She shuddered, and blocked him.
The next was from a boy at school – Scott Wardell. And it was a dick pic – a photo of his hand holding his erect cock, with pre-cum visible at the tip.
Another dick pic, from a stranger – a man who had to be at least 50.
Another message, “I’ll rape the shit out of u fucking whore”.
Another. “Bitch like u can’t believe u haven’t bin raped before – ready for ur first time cunt?”
Another. “So good to see a bitch who knows what she’s for.”
More dick pics. More abuse. A lot of it from boys who knew her, at school. And – worryingly – one message that was just a photo of a knife.
She threw her phone away, onto her bed – but immediately went and retrieved it. She had to know when Tease Dare had verified her dare, so she could take the post down.
She needed to pee again. She could hear her father in the kitchen, and her brother in the lounge. She shivered at the thought of walking past them with a glass of piss in her hand. Instead, she decided to take a short walk down to the local park.
There were parents there, with their kids, and a group of teens playing a game with a frisbee, but there was a dense patch of trees and bushes in one corner of the park, and by making her way into them – getting herself scratched and a little dirty in the process – she was able to find a spot where she could pull down her panties, squat, and piss, with reasonable certainty that nobody could see her.
On her phone, people were still telling her that she was a cunt, a bitch, and a whore, and offering to rape her.
It continued, once she was home, until five pm, when the Tease Dare app finally certified her dare. When she saw she had been verified, she scrambled to delete the post, and then looked at her new dare options.
“Dare successful! Good girl! You have earned 10 points. Your total balance is 180 points. You need 70 more points for Level 4. Take another dare.”
- Urinate while making eye contact with a man. (30 points.)
- Send a thank-you message and words of encouragement to each person who messaged you about your social media post. (20 points.)
- Kiss your father Harold on the lips. (20 points.)
They were all terrible.
She actually thought through the first one. She could hold a cup up to her pussy at the dinner table and piss while talking to her father. Or she could go down to the corner store and buy an adult diaper…
But it was too much. Too gross. And if she got caught… she could picture the look of disappointment – no, disgust – in her father’s eyes, and it made her want to cry.
And there was no way she was ever replying to any of those social media messages. The image of the knife alone guaranteed that was a hard pass.
So… the other one, then. Was it really so bad to kiss her father on the lips? It wasn’t like it had to be a tongue kiss. She didn’t have to make it sexy.
She tried it before bed. She went to her father’s bedroom, surreptitiously placed her phone to record, and then went up to him.
“Dinner was really good tonight, daddy,” she said.
He smiled. “A secret recipe,” he said. “I’m glad you enjoyed, sweetie. Are you off to bed now?”
“That’s right,” she said. “Good night, daddy.”
And with that, she wrapped her arms around him, and – before he could turn away – she kissed him on the lips.
She had thought he might pull away, or flinch – but he just went very still, feeling his daughter’s soft, warm lips against his own. Keira’s tits were pushed up against her father’s chest, her groin not far from his, and she had to stand on tip-toes a little to reach his mouth.
Then she felt him kissing back – and as he did so, she felt something else. His dick, hardening, and pressing against her groin.
She burned with shame. She had made her own father’s cock hard. What kind of a slut was she?
She broke off the kiss, blushing.
“Good night, daddy,” she blurted out again – and then turned and fled, only just remembering to grab her phone on the way.
And the worst part was that, once again, her pussy was wet.
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She got up early the next morning, a Sunday, so that she could piss in the backyard before anyone else was up.
Her Tease Dare Confirmation had come through.
“Dare successful! Good girl! You have earned 20 points. Your total balance is 200 points. You need 50 more points for Level 4. Take another dare.”
- Get a man to spank your bare ass. (30 points.)
- Tell your brother Channing that you enjoyed squeezing his cock. (20 points.)
- Tell your father Harold that you enjoyed kissing him and you want to do it again. (10 points.)
She stared at them. She couldn’t imagine doing any of them.
Except… she could. She could picture them in excruciating detail. How Channing or her father might react to her acknowledging her slutty behaviour and saying that she enjoyed it. How it might feel for her father to pull down her panties and turn her over his knee and spank her in a way that he hadn’t done even when she was a child.
None of them were good. None of them were acceptable. She didn’t want to do any of them.
But she remembered “Fail Sluts”. She remembered seeing the girls there, with every slutty video they had uploaded to Tease Dare now attached to their name for the world to see. Tease Dare had photos of her kissing her father and squeezing her brother’s dick – among many other humiliating outings.
Which was the best option long-term? What would her relationship with Channing be like if she said she had enjoyed the feel of his hard cock in her hand? What would her father do if she said she wanted to kiss him on the lips again?
She thought talking to her father might be the best option – but on the other hand it was only worth 10 points. She’d have to do at least two more dares before finishing the level. Being spanked would get her 30 points – within striking distance of getting to level 4 (and removing her persistent rule about pissing) in only one more dare.
Fine.
She went to her father’s bedroom. He was just waking up.
“Daddy,” she said, sitting on the side of his bed.
“Yes, what is it, princess?” her father said.
“I’m sorry about what I did last night,” said Keira.
“What do you mean?” asked her father.
“Kissing you… on the lips,” she said. “It wasn’t appropriate.”
“It’s okay, sweetie,” said her father. “It was nice.”
“No,” she said. “It was slutty. I don’t know why I did it. I think… I think maybe I don’t have enough discipline in my life.”
“Enough discipline?” said her father. He was sitting up in bed. He was wearing nothing but boxer shorts – his normal sleeping outfit.
“My friend Adriana gets really good marks at school” – a blatant lie, as Adriana was a bimbo – “and she says her daddy spanks her when she doesn’t prioritise her homework.” Another lie. “And I was thinking…”
“You want me to spank you?” asked her father.
She blushed. “I know I’m older now, but I think it might… focus my mind,” she said. “Stop me being a slut. Please, daddy.”
She had set her phone in the same place as last night. It was filming all of this.
“I don’t know if it’s appropriate…” said her father.
“It’s better than being a slut,” she said. “And it will just be between you and me. You could try it, right now.”
“Uh… all right,” said her father. “I guess we could try. How do you want to do this?”
Explaining it would be more embarrassing than just doing it. She climbed onto the bed and draped herself across her father’s lap, her groin above his, her top half pressing tits-down into the bed on one side, and her legs on the other.
Then she flipped up her skirt, and pulled down her panties. Her bare cunt was now against her father’s groin, and her bare ass exposed to his gaze.
She wanted to die of humiliation. This was far more slutty than kissing her father, she realised now. Far, far more. But she was committed.
“And I just… hit you?” said her father.
She wiggled her ass – and immediately regretted it when she felt her father’s dick hardening in his boxer shorts and pressing against her bare cunt through the thin fabric.
“Okay,” he said. And with that, he spanked her.
The blow drove her groin down against her father’s cock. And then he hit her again, and again.
They were light slaps, really, that made her butt cheeks wiggle and caused a warm blush to spread across her skin. Each slap drove her down against her father’s dick.
After ten or so of those light slaps, her father adjusted his position slightly. The change caused the tip of his dick to line up perfectly with her cunt, and she felt it poking through the fabric against her bare skin. It pushed between her labia and rested against the entrance to her fuckhole.
And when her father slapped her ass again, it went in.
Just a little – but she almost screamed. That was her father’s penis and it was inside her vagina. The fact that it was sheathed in the fabric of the boxers didn’t help, because that fabric was wet.
Was the wetness her father’s pre-cum, soaking through the underwear? Or was it her own arousal – because she was aroused, she realised. Her cunt was wet.
Her father hit her again, and again, and each blow bounced her on his dick, pushing his cock a fraction of the way into her fuckhole before withdrawing.
He had to know it was happening. He had to know he was fucking his own daughter. But he gave no sign of it. He just kept spanking her.
Her ass hurt – but it was a good hurt. Every impact vibrated through to her pussy, making her more aroused. It was all she could to prevent herself from making a slutty moan on each spank. She felt her cunt muscles squeezing and relaxing involuntarily. They were eager to milk her father’s dick.
She began to worry her father would keep spanking her until he orgasmed. And what would happen then? A flood of semen, soaking through his boxers, and flowing into his own daughter’s womb? Possibly impregnating her?
The thought was enough to make her try to get up – but her father held her down, and spanked her again, and again…
And then suddenly it was over. Nobody had orgasmed – although Keira realised that she, herself, was close.
“That ought to do it,” said her father. “Will you be a good girl now?”
“Yes, daddy,” said Keira meekly. She pulled up her panties as quickly as possible, trying to conceal the wetness of her cunt, and scrambled off her father’s lap.
Her father was looking at her, a small smile on her face.
Keira couldn’t meet that look. She grabbed her phone, and ran.
And later, in the privacy of her bedroom, after she had uploaded the video of her spanking to Tease Dare, she masturbated the rest of the way, until she reached a powerful, humiliating orgasm to the memory of what it had felt like to have her father’s cock inside her pussy.
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