Chapter 8: Rape-Slut is Born

The night of the painal gangbang changed something among the girls. Kyra could feel it. Every single one of them feared being the next center-fuckpiece of an event. So they were doing their best to please their fathers.

Kyra didn’t see Samira for two whole days after her violent anal rape at the hands of more than fifty men. Mr Johnnie, her father, said she was recuperating and all the other fathers offered their daughters to him while he waited for her to recover. Kyra had to tongue bath his balls while Chloe sucked his cock. Then the two of them had to spitball his cum between them until he was satisfied.

When Samira appeared on the third day, she was sporting a brand new attitude. The rebelliousness and resistance she had shown all along was completely gone.

“C’mere whore,” Johnnie growled. Samira crawled over immediately, put her hands in the begging position and stuck her tongue out so that her father could throatfuck her violently. She accepted the abuse without complaint. Only the tears running down her face betrayed her inner feelings.

“We have a special announcement to make,” Johnnie said as he held Samira’s face down on his cock, making her choke.

“Samira has agreed to pledge her body to me,” he said with a satisfied smile, “We’ll have the ceremony tonight,” he added.

“That’s marvelous!” Ian Livingston congratulated Johnnie with a broad grin, “Oh it’s such a special thing. I remember when my dear sweet Lauren pledged her holes to me!”

He turned and tugged on Lauren’s clitoris ring. The teen moaned softly, thrusting her pussy out so her father could stick his fingers in to tease her.

“You remember that day, don’t you?” Ian asked his daughter.

“Oooh daddy I do! It was the best decision of my life!” Lauren moaned as her father finger-fucked her gushing cunt.

Kyra’s pussy oozed slick as she watched the older girl writhe with pleasure. Samira didn’t look as if she was entirely willing to pledge, but it didn’t seem as if she had it in her to resist either!

“I’m looking forward to when you pledge your body to me,” Daddy whispered in Kyra’s ear. Daddy pinched Kyra’s nipples, twisting them roughly. “We’ll have so much fun afterwards!” he promised.

Kyra shivered. She already knew just how ‘fun’ daddy’s cock could be. She spent hours each day getting drilled in every hole, getting manhandled and teased and forced to cum over and over and over. By now, her body responded automatically to the presence of cock near her, taking up subservient positions so she could better serve them.

“The two of us will be busy getting ready today, so I’ll see you all tonight!” Johnnie said happily. He pulled Samira up by her collar and stuck his fingers into her cunt, leading her back to the house by the pussy.

The ceremony was to take place in the ballroom, the dreaded room where Kyra had taken her first steps into becoming a piss slut and watched another teenage girl getting the resistance raped out of her completely.

The ballroom had been redecorated, a narrow red carpet leading from the door to the newly erected little stage at the other end. Three rows of banquet chairs had been placed in front of the stage. On the stage, there was a table, a tray full of silver instruments, as well as a chair with stirrups.

Daddy didn’t hesitate to lead Kyra down to the front row so they could have a good view of the ceremony.

Today, he had dressed her in a dark red collar and stuffed her holes with two thick dildos, strapping them inside her so that every move would make her cunt juice. A metal belt with two wrist cuffs attached meant that Kyra’s arms were immobilized and she couldn’t get the toys out of her! To complete the look, he had placed nipple clamps onto her sensitive tits, and connected them with a golden chain. Daddy delighted in tugging the chain from time to time, making Kyra whimper and moan.

“The ceremony won’t start for a little while, why don’t you warm daddy’s cock for a bit?”

Kyra obediently got down on her knees. She didn’t dare to disobey her father. He had been nice to her all this while, but she knew that she could be turned into a rape toy at any given moment.

“That’s my good girl Kyra!” Daddy praised her with a big smile.

A part of Kyra still reasoned that being fucked by her own father was wrong, but a child who wasn’t properly into adulthood, she still craved his validation and praise. Hearing him call her a good girl made her feel a little bit comforted.

Kyra waited for Daddy to pull his cock out from his pants and then quickly opened her mouth to serve him. Daddy let her set her own pace, bobbing her head up and down on his knob. After weeks of oral abuse, her mouth and throat had grown accustomed to taking cock. Kyra pushed her face further and further down onto her father’s meatrod until her nose was pressed up against his navel.

When she looked up, Daddy was gazing at her with affection and love. He stroked her hair gently and nodded in acknowledgement.

“You’re getting so good at deepthroating,” he said softly, cupping her head gently to hold her in place. He shifted his hips, pushing the head of his cock further down Kyra’s esophagus.

HURK!

Kyra gagged, eyes starting to water. But she resolutely kept her eyes trained on her father’s face. He looked so proud of her! Surely she must be doing something right if Daddy’s expression had approval written all over it!

“That’s it, sweetheart. It’s time for a drink!”

With Daddy’s cock so far down her throat, Kyra couldn’t taste his piss. Instead, she felt the hot liquid surge right into her esophagus, trickling down her throat into her stomach. There was no escaping this, so Kyra just swallowed as best as she could, all the while looking up at her father to gauge his expression.

His look of pride and approval only grew as Kyra continued to swallow his piss obediently.

“You’re such a lovely pisspot! You were made to drink cockjuice!” Daddy said to her lovingly.

A part of Kyra was starting to agree. Her eyes fluttered half close and a shiver went over her body. Daddy was holding her close, praising her. She was doing a good job! She was a good girl!

Daddy finally relaxed his grip on her head, allowing her to pull back.

“Gah!” Kyra gasped, sucking in precious air. Daddy looked at her, amused. Kyra wasted no more time in putting her mouth back where it belonged: on her father’s cock.

She pushed her tongue into the slit there, cleaning out the remaining drops of piss. The pungent ammonia taste of the urine was unwelcome, but it was something that was rapidly becoming familiar. Kyra tongue bathed her father’s knob thoroughly, letting her eyes drift shut as she went through the motions.

Her focus tunneled down to her father’s cock. The slip and slide of it past her lips, the weight of it on her tongue, the bitter salty taste of his precum, were all on her mind. The arrival of the other guests seemed to blur together and she was barely aware of Keilani being assfucked right beside her.

It was only when her Daddy grunted his release and a rush of hot semen surged into Kyra’s mouth did she finally realize it was time for the ceremony to begin.

“C’mere sweetie,” Daddy said, pulling Kyra up and onto the chair beside him. He gave her nipple chain a rough tug, making her squeal, and then pointed down the red carpet.

There at the entrance, stood Johnnie and Samira. Samira wore a pretty pastel blue collar around her neck with a metal leash attached. Clamps adorned both her nipples, each with a gleaming pendant hanging from it. She was also wearing an ultra-mini pleated skirt in the same shade of pastel blue that did absolutely nothing to preserve her modesty. Samira’s arms were bound behind her in a white arm sleeve, making it impossible for her to escape. A pair of strappy six inch heels completed the ensemble.

A bright peppy tune started to play as Johnnie led Samira down the red carpet. Johnnie was grinning widely but Samira didn’t look too happy. She tottered down the carpet behind her father and gingerly ascended the steps to the stage.

“Welcome everyone!” Mr Higa declared, “Today is a very special day, because our very own Samira has agreed to pledge her body to her father!” he smiled at both Samira and Johnnie.

“Now, this is a very important step in every teenaged slut’s life. So we’re very pleased to be able to witness this here. Samira, please turn to face the audience and tell them of your pledge.”

The reluctant teen turned unsteadily to face all the people gathered there.

“I, Samira Gilmore,” Samira said with a trembling voice, “Pledge my body to my father Johnnie Gilmore. I promise to be my daddy’s little whore, to never deny him use of my slutty holes, and to always obey his sexual desires.”

Then, with a hitch in her voice, she continued, “I dedicate my clitoris to my father, as proof of my binding vow.”

Mr Higa turned to Johnnie.

“Mr Gilmore?”

Johnnie stepped forward. He ran his hand over his daughter’s exposed body, toying with her nipples and then hiking up her skirt.

“Thank you Sammydear. It makes me so happy to hear you say those words!” his smile turned a little cruel as he continued, “I, Johnnie Gilmore, gladly accept your pledge and clit! I promise to teach you to love and enjoy cock in all its forms, and turn you into an expert cock-pleaser!”

Samira let out a muffled sob as all the men applauded, but not a tear escaped her eyes. It was obvious to the other girls that she wasn’t completely willing, but every single one of them was in restraints and there was no helping Samira.

“When a girl dedicates her clit to her father, it’s customary to put a promise ring in it,” Mr Higa said, gesturing to the chair, “It will serve as physical evidence of her pledge so that she may never forget it!”

Johnnie manhandled his daughter into the chair, tying her legs into the stirrups and then pulling them wide apart. In this position, Samira’s teen holes were completely exposed and vulnerable! A neck, chest, and waist strap on the chair completely immobilized Samira for the next step.

Johnnie snapped on a pair of gloves, looking incredibly smug about the whole thing. He reached for the tray of instruments and picked up a pair of piercing clamps. He sprayed some disinfectant on Samira’s cunt, then clamped the glans of her clit, pulling it up and away from her body.

Samira let out a terrified whimper, eyes wide as her father picked up a needle.