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When Laurel slowly lifted herself off her father’s cock, his cum began to drip from her pussy, onto the couch.
“Laurel!” snapped Annika. “What on Earth are you doing? You’re making a mess. You hold that cum inside you this instant.”
Laurel obeyed by instinct, reaching down to press her hand against her pussy and trap her father’s cum inside. She made a whimpering humiliated noise, and made to head for the bathroom.
“Don’t even think about it,” said Annika. “After teasing your father’s cum out of him like a little whore, you are not going to disrespect it by flushing it down a toilet or a shower drain. Either we can clamp your pussy closed to keep it in there all day, or it can go in your mouth, or mine. Which will it be?”
Laurel didn’t want the cum inside her. Not only was it gross and sticky and a reminder of the overwhelming shame of fucking her own father, but the thought had just come to her that she might get pregnant – pregnant by her own dad – and she was desperate to get it out of her.
Nor did she want to swallow her own father’s cum, especially once it had already been in her pussy.
“Um, your mouth, I guess,” she said.
Naively Laurel had thought this might involve her dripping the cum into a glass of some sort for Annika to drink, but of course Annika had a more direct plan in mind.
“Go and clean yourself up, Stephen,” she said. “I’ll take care of our daughter.”
Laurel thought she could see a little shame on her father’s face as he tucked his cock back into his pants and headed for the shower, but she might have been imagining it.
Once Stephen was gone, Annika pushed Laurel back down on the couch, pushed her legs apart, and clicked a button on her laptop.
On the screen, the video of Laurel’s gang-rape restarted from the beginning.
And Annika leaned down and began to lick the cum out of Laurel’s cunt.
Laurel moaned in confusion and shame. She didn’t want to watch her rape again. She didn’t want her step-mother licking her pussy. But at the same time she did want those things. Annika’s tongue felt good, and it was quite effective at licking the humiliating semen out of her twat. And her body already remembered how she had just orgasmed so powerfully by watching this footage, and her cunt was juicing up in anticipation of watching herself being degraded and raped again.
She watched herself strip, and fuck a wine bottle, and have her ass plugged, and drink champagne from another girl’s anus. She watched herself being forced to suck Hunter’s cock, and being forced to kiss Autumn. She watched herself fall unconscious while she was being gang-fucked by boys she had thought of as friends. She watched Hunter ejaculate into her womb.
And at some point, from the combination of traumatic images on screen and the constant insistent pleasure of her step-mother’s tongue, she orgasmed again.
“There’s a good girl,” said Annika, when she was done licking.
Then Annika took out her phone and snapped a few photos of Laurel’s nude body.
“Stand, and turn around,” she said.
Laurel knew there was no point in resisting – not after she had just fucked her father and let her mother lick her cunt – so she did as she was told.
Annika took more photos.
“We’ll use these in a little bit,” she said. “Now, I think your father’s done in the shower, so you can go wash up. Maybe change into that cute cheerleading outfit when you come out – but I don’t think you’ll need any panties.”
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Laurel wanted to stay in the shower forever. The water was warm, and she had privacy, and she could pretend that she was actually clean – that she wasn’t a dirty slut who had let her father ejaculate inside her. That she hadn’t been gang-fucked or drunk wine from a girl’s ass or orgasmed from watching video of her own rape.
But eventually she had to come out. She half expected Annika or her father to be waiting for her, but the hallway was clear, and she was able to run to her bedroom and put on the cheerleading uniform that Annika had requested.
She even had nearly an hour to herself – although that was kind of a torture. She didn’t know what to do – her mind found it hard to escape the erotic and degrading events of last night and this morning – and she found herself shivering with shame, even as her cunt went through confusing surges of throbbing arousal as the images played in her mind.
Finally, she heard Annika calling from her father’s bedroom.
“Come here, Laurel dear,” she said. “It’s time to sort out your improvements.”
She thought, briefly, about running away. Running out of the house in her slutty cheerleading uniform with no panties, and never returning. But she had just learned how casually boys would rape her, and how defenceless she was against their intentions. How much worse would her inevitable gang-rape be, once someone saw her in this outfit, if she didn’t have a home to escape to afterwards?
And so she went to her father’s bedroom.
Stephen was sitting at his computer desk against one wall of the bedroom. He had his pants unzipped, and his cock out, and it was semi-hard.
“Come and sit on your father’s lap, Laurel,” said Annika.
Laurel felt her heart sink. Not again. Not already.
“You have nothing to worry about unless you make your father erect, Laurel,” said Annika, “and that will only happen if you’re a slut. Go on.”
Laurel reluctantly sat on her father’s lap. She felt the thick meat of his cock pressing against her bare pussy mound – and almost immediately it became rock hard, parting her pussy lips and pushing against her slit, its tip rubbing against her clitoris.
Laurel blushed and tried to ignore it.
“Now,” said Annika, taking a seat next to them, and gesturing to the computer screen, “this is my absolute favourite plastic surgeon.”
The website on the screen was designed in shades of pastel pink, and a logo identified it as the website of “Bimbo Dreams Cosmetic Solutions”, with a subtitle of “We help every girl find the fuckdoll inside.”
A naked huge-titted porn-doll smiled vacantly from an image in one corner of the screen.
Laurel made a distressed sound. “Daddy, I don’t want big tits.”
Her father’s cock twitched against her pussy.
“I think you’d look good with bigger breasts, Laurel,” her father said. His hands were wrapped around her waist, keeping her pulled tight against his dick.
“And besides,” added Annika, “you just promised you’d get your tits upsized, remember? As punishment for being a little whore and seducing your own father.”
Stephen’s dick twitched against Laurel’s pussy again. He shifted slightly, and the tip rubbed hard against Laurel’s clit, making her gasp, and making her pussy throb and wetten.
“Big fake tits,” said Stephen, his breath raw and lustful. “That’s what you said, sweetie.”
Laurel moaned with unhappiness again.
“Now, why don’t you click the ‘visualisation’ button, Stephen?” said Annika.
Stephen reached out and clicked something on screen with the mouse. The view changed – and Laurel squeaked as she realised that she was looking at a 3D model of her own naked body.
“The website’s very clever,” said Annika. “It did this with the photos I just took of you. Look, you can see how small and disappointing your tits are currently.”
Laurel’s breasts were not particularly small at all. On the screen, her legs were spread, and the pinkness of her inner pussy lips and clitoris was just visible.
“Why don’t you pay with the sliders, Laurel, and see how you’d look if you were more feminine?” asked Annika.
Reluctantly, Laurel reached for the mouse. As she did, her hips shifted – and her father’s cock slipped effortlessly into her fucktunnel.
Laurel had to close her eyes for a minute – both at the shame of fucking her father for the second time in 24 hours, but also for the shame of how good it felt to have her wet pussy filled with her father’s dick. It was all she could do not to immediately buck back against it, pushing it deeper inside her.
Instead, she fiddled with the sliders on the screen. There was a fairly simple one for breast size, and she dragged it. On screen, the virtual Laurel’s tits grew, becoming larger, and then sagging down towards her waist.
“Oh, no, that’s no good,” said Annika. “That’s natural growth. No one wants giant saggy udders, Laurel. Try some of the other settings.”
She clicked a button called, “Natural plastic,” and then dragged the sliders again. Now her tits grew without sagging. Up to a certain point it looked like she just had natural large breasts, but past that the reluctance of her virtual tits to obey gravity began to seem transparently fake.
Her father began bouncing her on his lap. Laurel gasped with shame and pleasure and tried not to enable or encourage what was happening. But part of her wanted to get off, turn around, and then slide back onto her father’s dick so she could kiss him and press her tits against his chest as he fucked her.
She was a slut. A disgusting slut. No normal girl would react like this. No normal girl would enjoy kissing or fucking her own father. And the only conclusion she could draw was that therefore she deserved this.
“Stephen, remember that Laurel needs practice with her attitude,” said Annika. “She needs chances to smile as men say things to her that degrade her. Why don’t you give it a go?”
Stephen bounced Laurel on his dick again.
“You’re a stupid fuckdoll, Laurel,” he said.
Laurel tried to smile, and not cry. “Thank you, daddy,” she said.
She slid the slider down to the very edge of what looked realistic in the “natural plastic” setting.
“Do you like my tits like this, daddy?” she asked, hoping he might say yes. Laurel could live with breasts like that, she thought. They looked kind of sexy.
“They make you look like a whore,” said Stephen, bouncing her again. “But that’s not what you promised, Laurel. You said… you said you needed big fake tits.”
“That’s right, Laurel,” said Annika. “Keep trying.”
Laurel felt herself withering away inside as she reached out and clicked another setting. This one said “porn clown”.
Immediately the virtual Laurel’s tits became unnaturally round, like balloons or soccerballs attached to her chest.
“Yes,” gasped her father. “Like that.”
Laurel shuddered with horror. She couldn’t imagine having tits that big and fake. They would be the first thing anyone would notice about her whenever they looked at her. They would be the only thing people would notice about her. Anyone who saw her would assume she wanted to be treated as a sex object, as a brainless fuckdoll, because why else would she have agreed to let someone make her tits look like that?
“Click the situational visualiser,” said Annika. “It will help you see what those tits would look like in real-world situations.”
Laurel leaned forward to click where she was told – bouncing on her father’s cock again as she did.
The screen changed to show Laurel wearing a shirt and skirt. The shirt stretched lewdly over the giant fake tits, exposing most of her underboob.
She clicked again, and it showed her naked kneeling in front of a man who was fucking his cock between her giant tits, which glistened here with some kind of lubricant.
Another click showed her what her tits would look like with a man’s sperm drying on them.
Another click showed her crawling on all fours, her tits hanging down, so large that her nipples rubbed against the floor.
Another click showed her hands restrained behind her back, a leather leash looped around the base of each of her tits, and a man pulling on the leash to lead her nude through a public street.
“You’re not a person, Laurel,” her father whispered. “You’re just an object for men to cum into.”
“Thank you, daddy,” she said, but her voice cracked. She couldn’t help beginning to cry.
“That didn’t sound very sincere, Laurel,” said Annika. “Why don’t you turn around and straddle your daddy’s lap so you can show him how much you want big fake tits?”
“No,” moaned Laurel. “I don’t. I don’t. Please don’t make me.”
“Laurel,” said Annika. “I’m willing to let you get the relatively small breasts that are currently showing on the screen. But why don’t you push the slider to maximum to see what you could get, if you continue being disagreeable?”
Laurel pushed the slider up, and immediately felt sick. The tits at the maximum setting didn’t look human. They were obscene. She would be more udder than woman. She quickly dragged it back to the middle setting.
“Well?” said Annika.
Laurel climbed off her father’s cock, and then turned around and straddled him in the chair, facing him. His cock slipped back into her fuckhole.
“Thank you, daddy,” she said, smiling through her tears. “Thank you for telling me I’m not a person. Thank you for telling me I’m an object for men to cum into.”
Her father kissed her on the lips, then. His hands went to her tits, and began to squeeze.
Unbidden, Laurel began to bounce on her father’s cock.
She was fucking her father. Not an accident. Not just something accidentally happening. She was actively having sex with her father. She was kissing him like he was her boyfriend. She was letting him feel her tits.
“Good girl,” said Annika. “I’ll schedule you for your breast upgrade. You have fun with your father.”
“You’re a stupid sex-pig, Laurel,” said her father, in between kisses.
“Thank you, daddy,” Laurel said, still smiling, still crying.
A few moments later, she orgasmed.
Shortly after that, her father ejaculated into her cunt – and when she felt that happen, Laurel orgasmed again.
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