(The characters and events of this story are entirely fictional; products of my imagination which I hope give you pleasure to read. It's about the complete surrender of a once career-minded girl into a depraved and submissive fuck toy. Reader comments and suggestions are always welcome.)
"I didn't raise you to be a slut!," said her father angrily, who stood above her while Tess lay where she was found. She was still in her slave collar, with the ubiquitous word 'Fucktoy' in gaudy silver letters above the pink leather.
Her skin shone under the light, covered in cum and sweat. Her flesh was crisscrossed with the red streaks of a whip. They covered her hips, her torso. One welt lay across her left tit, interrupted by a puffy areola and her pink erect nub.
She panted, nearly sobbing, as the aftermath of what felt like an unending series of climaxes had not yet subsided when her father suddenly emerged amongst the crowd of sweaty, nameless men who were fucking her brains out.
"I'm sorry, daddy..." she muttered, as the irony of addressing her real father in the same way as her abusers was not lost on her.
He looked down at his pride and joy, once the apple in his eye, seemingly broken and abused. Used and violated. Dignity shredded beyond repair. What bothered him most was the fact that she was willing, and practically begged them to abuse her even more.
The heavy silence was interrupted by the jingling of his belt buckle, and Tess looked on with shock as her father began to loosen his pants. His cock came into view above her, rock hard and ready. Before Tess could mutter her protest, he gripped her spread thighs to gain access to her well-used pussy and positioned himself at her entrance.
Tess sat up in her bed, back in the darkness of her bedroom and away from the surreal nightmare. She felt the familiar slickness between her legs, and a feeling of dread overtook her body even in its aroused state.
'How could this happen,' she asked herself. Shame and arousal had become intertwined in her subconscious, having been conditioned in countless hours of gang fucking and humiliation that pushed her psyche to places she never could have imagined.
Her hunger to be dominated is beginning to alter the very fabric of her subconscious, she realized. The term 'personality erosion' came to mind as her self-worth was wholly determined by those who abused her.
Tess was afraid that who she was before; a rising career woman with dreams of one day raising a family, would become nothing but a hollow facade hiding the very willing sex slave for sadistic men.
'It just feels so good,' she thought, as she rubbed her clit under her panties. It wasn't that she harboured any fantasy to be fucked by her father. It was the shame and humiliation of being discovered by him and how it would shatter his world. And to be used by him just like all of her other 'daddys' would be the ultimate act of shame. It would be the lowest of the low, and irrevocably change their relationship forever.
"Oh god...daddy, please don't...." she pleaded to his looming figure in her mind, but her body revelled in the shame. Her hips rose from the bed, as she furiously diddled her clit with one hand, while the other jammed its fingers into her young snatch.
"Cum inside me, daddy," she heard herself say, as if parts of her are disassociating itself from each other. Waves of pleasure wracked her lithe body, her tits jiggled as her legs jerked rhythmically as she came. Her body relaxed as she settled into her post-orgasmic state. She wore nothing but a pair of panties when she slept, and they were still hanging on her ankle.
'What is happening to me?' she asked herself in dismay. Self-loathing washed over her at the realization that she had fantasized about being dominated and fucked by her own father.
The heavier the shame, the harder she came. It was a vicious cycle of her new life.
Unable to sleep, Tess turned on her bedside lamp and padded over to her closet. Inside lay a costume her master had prepared for her next episode of her sexual servitude.
It was the white and blue ensemble worn by Japanese schoolgirls that is iconic in hentai or JAV; a white blouse with a blue collar combined with a navy blue skirt with white stripes and matching knee socks. Except the white fabric of her blouse is sheer, and is cropped not far below where her nipples would be and would show a generous amount of her boobs from underneath. The skirt was impossibly short, no doubt to showcase the V of the thin pink panties which the master had also provided.
They are fetishizing her as a little asian sex doll, no doubt to enact their fantasies of molesting an innocent teen. After all, at 24 Tess could pass for high school girl - and she gets carded often at the bar.
She felt like a barbie doll for these men, except they get to dress her and fuck her however they pleased. The thought of her body being used so purposefully made her love and hate it in equal measure.
It wasn't long before she was called on again, with a night planned as usual after a broadcast which more often than not included a quick fuck session inside of Ian's office. Tess had begun to set aside 45 minutes of her prep so that Ian and the station president could have their way with her before she went on air. They've been fucking her in every possible position in Ian's office - on his desk, on his couch, on the floor. Her clothes would be discarded casually while they had their way with her, treating her like their plaything and it was all she could do to switch from being a submissive fucktoy to consummate professional at the drop of a hat.
"Good evening, I'm Tess Tong with the evening news," she would say, before the station president inserted his thick 6" cock down her throat. He would always get a kick out of that.
And he would ask her to do her signoff, while him and Ian would blow their thick loads of cum onto the pale skin of her cheeks while she kneeled under them.
On almost a nightly basis, Tess still had their cum leaking out of her holes while she was on live TV. They pumped it so deep in her that she wasn't able to expel it during a quick shower before she went to makeup. But after a while, she simply got used to it like everything else that came with being a slave for multiple men.
She said her goodbyes to the staff after the broadcast. Ian had a glint in his eye when they passed each other in the hallway, and told her to enjoy herself after work. Of course, he knew what was in store for her. Little did she know that he won't be joining in the festivities that evening.
The master picked her up in the big SUV as always, across the street from the station. Dressed in a new overcoat purchased for her, Tess was already prepped and lubed for the evening with her full schoolgirl uniform underneath. As she got into the car, she tied her hair into two low ponytails that went down the back so as to complete the look in her submission to their scheme to make her look like a teenage slut.
Her master turned around from the front passenger seat to admire Tess, as she opened her overcoat to reveal her slutty look for the evening. Her nipples were already hard under the sheer fabric of the top.
