She smiled, sitting naked, her body towel dried, her soft skin still damp on the stool in front of the mirror. Her Daddy combed her hair slowly, tugging out the rats in her long hair. The air was cool, drawing out goosebumps, and stiffening her pert nipples as he took care of her. In the mirror, she saw herself as she was, with CUNT written neatly on her forehead, WHORE on her cheeks, with the O being her mouth. The permanent marker was fading but not yet gone. It didn’t matter, however. She knew she was those things at all times. She hadn’t always known that, but now she never doubted it.

She looked up at her Daddy with love as he brushed her hair, part of their nightly routine. She could barely remember resisting him, in those early days, when he had struggled so hard to educate her. She had refused to listen, of course. Both because of who she was and because she had been so willfully stupid. Delusions of a great purpose, working, toiling away for a future that would never come, especially now. Even if it had come, it wouldn’t have made her happy. Not like this, this pure simplicity she had now. God, how stupid she had been.

Her Daddy had rescued her from all of that.

And now, nearly 2 years later, he was taking her out for a night. It had been 2 years since she’d been outside, truly outside. She’d been in the yard, the shed, but only in the past 6 months. For the first year, it had only been the basement. Cold, dark, harsh. Education had to hurt, or the lessons wouldn’t stick. But once she’d accepted them, started learning them, more and more freedoms had come. He had tested her, occasionally forgetting to lock the door. She understood they weren’t accidents. He was seeing if she was a good girl or if she was a bad girl. Bad girls got punished. She used to be bad, but no more. Now, she was his.

After finishing with her hair, he scrubbed with some cleaner, driving those words on her forehead away. They remained inside her, however. Nothing could scrub that out. Not anymore. Daddy had seen to that. That first year, he would tie her up, often in painful positions for hours, the entire day even. Toys made her squirm, buck, moan, and cry. And always, her diet. Not of food, but of porn. Rough, violent, illegal, abusive, and misogynistic. All intense, brutal, 24/7, even in her sleep she heard and saw the girls. Bad girls like she was then, good girls being very good, and everything in between. Animals, knives, belts, whips, ages young and old, leaving behind battered, sometimes broken toys.

Because that was what good girls were, toys for their Daddy. Toys to be played with or ignored, tossed aside, or loved. Sometimes all at once. She hadn’t wanted to be a toy at first. She had fought so much with Daddy, but bit by bit, day by day, month by month, he’d improved her. Made her slimmer, grew out her hair, and made her blonde. With needles, he gave her fuller lips, and told her if she kept being good he’d give her a better chest. The thought of it made her smile.

Her forehead was clean and he smiled at her, cupping her chest. She parted her legs automatically, already wet. She didn’t even think about it anymore. Any sexual touch led to parted legs, wetness, and an eagerness to please. She moaned softly as he touched her cunt, perfectly smooth, his finger dipping in and teasing her. He presented his wet finger before her mouth and it parted. One finger, then two, then three, tasting herself on his fingers as he pushed them in her throat until her eyes watered. He slapped her then, hard, and kissed her. She kissed him back, happily.

He gave her the toy, a remote vibrator, inserting it in herself before getting dressed. Even that felt unusual. Not the toy, she was used to things in her, sometimes for days at a time. No, the clothes were what felt strange. Only in the past 6 months had she been allowed them again. They felt strange, alien, on her. But the slim dress pleased Daddy, and so it pleased her. Finally dressed, he gave her heels. Those he’d had her wear a lot for the past year. Even when she was fully nude, she had those on. He led her out, opened the door for her, and she sat down in the car. He joined her and noticed her breathing.

“You’re scared aren’t you,” he asked. Her chest racing, face pale, she looked at him.

“I’m terrified, Sir,” she told him.

“Just do as I say and it will all be fine. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think you were ready,” he told her. He stroked her face, slapped it lightly, and held her chin. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I ... I don’t belong there. Out there. They’ll know what I am,” she said with wet eyes. He laughed softly, holding her hand. He took out his phone and loaded a video on it. In it, a young woman was getting ganged. She was tied up, exhausted, and drooling. But they didn’t stop. He smiled as she took the video, watching it intently, her legs parting. He could smell her as he reached down and slid his hand up her thigh, then felt her soaked panties.

“No, you don’t. But you never did. That’s the secret, remember? You were always this. You had lied to yourself, and others lied to you your entire life. I told you, I showed you the truth,” he said with affection in his voice.

“I’m a cunt,” she said. The word brought a small grin to her lips.

“That’s right,” he said, smiling. “Now play the other video. The one that used to make you cry.” She did as he said, starting it as he drove them into town. On it, a girl screamed. The two men weren’t gentle with her. Soon the girl on the video was bleeding and she was wanting to cum. She looked at her Daddy.

“Is it conditioning if you want it?” she asked in barely a whisper. She didn’t try to think much anymore, but she had always been smart, maybe to a fault. He laughed.

“Is that your roundabout way to ask if you can cum? Then no. You can’t, just watch her. And yes, it is still conditioning. It just means you’re a willing participant. And you are so willing now, aren’t you?” he asked. She nodded yes as the girl on the video was made pretty and then raped again and again. She squirmed in the car seat until she almost screamed when the vibrator buzzed only for a second. She shuddered, then laughed, slapping at him, which only made him laugh harder as he put the remote back in his pocket.