Disclaimer: The author does not condone incest, rape, or child abuse. Both are awful in reality, and can cause lasting damage. The following is a work of fiction.
Joy
My daddy always told me the outside world was dangerous, and to stay in my room. he brought me pretty scented flowers and toys, and always gave me dresses to wear. but I was never allowed out, and the only people I ever met were my maids, anna and marie, and my daddy. I thought that was normal for a princess, until the day I turned 18 and my daddy gave me to my brother.
18 years ago, king regis
I slammed hard into the fuckmeat as I felt my cock jerk deep inside her. Having trained my whores properly, as soon as she feels me cum inside her, her pussy tightens and flutters around my girth while her pussy milks my dick. This is my third time this month breeding this particular cunt - hopefully it takes this time so that I have another heir to my throne, or a daughter to sell off. Otherwise, I might donate this slut to a whorehouse- her pussy is getting loose anyways.
In my kingdom, females are raised to be fuckmeat for their owner, and nothing else. they are raised with the knowledge that they are breeders and, once 18, their owner breaks them in and plants his seed in her. Fathers gifting females to sons is common practice, and I've given daughters to each of my sons when they take over duties of the throne.
"Father, I have something to ask you," Liam, my firstborn son, asks from behind me.
I pull my long cock out of the fuckhole, give the slut's clit a slap, and close the door to her pen behind me as I walk out to meet my heir.
"what's on your mind" I ask.
"father, my first whore is pregnant with my first child. She's gotten pretty loose with use over the past year, and i'm thinking about getting some fresh cunt. but what I really crave is for the bitch to try to get away as I mount her, so I can hold her down and hear her scream. these cunts just take cock without crying or anything. how can I get one that I enjoy using for my pleasure?"
"that's a good question, son. let me see what solution I can come up with. Until then, why dont you pick one of my whores to take home and enjoy?"
"thanks, father. you are the best!" Enthusiastically, Liam grabs a leash and heads into another stall to bring his prize home. I look back at the fuckmeat I just bred, and an idea comes to mind. No females fight back because we raise them not to. My next daughter, I can raise differently with no knowledge of her fate until I gift her to her brother, and make his dream come true...