Titcage (Chapter 40) - Sex Stories

Titcage (Chapter 40)

... girl licked her to orgasm. * Public lesbianism - On one occasion Fucktwat was brough into the house to be fucked by Sir, who had taken a liking to the pretty big-titted girl. As he pumped his dick in and out of Claire's pussy, he watched one of the new "men's channels". Fucktwat was surprised to see herself on the program, in footage supplied by Titcage, 69ing her sister and pissing on her sister's face. She realised this was being broadcast to the whole nation - that everyone she met for the rest of her life might now have seen this footage. It bothered her a little, but then she though about the way she looked with her obscene lactating udders, and realised people didn't need to see a sex tape of her to assume she was a cow fit only for sex. * Begs a man to rape her at least twice a week - For this requirement, Fucktwat was let into the house, and her collar was temporarily removed. She was given a phone and told to phone people she knew. At first, when she tried, she couldn't find the words - she had gone without speaking so long it felt hard to talk. But eventually she found the ability, and would phone former teachers, friends, family friends, and strangers, and tell them who she was and what a slut she was and how much she enjoyed being raped. She encouraged them to visit the farm and rape her, and a good number actually did. When they arrived, of course, Fucktwat was wearing her collar and could say nothing to contradict her earlier pleading for rape, even had she ...

... wanted to. * When talking to a sitting man, massage his cock - This was another skill Fucktwat practiced inside the house, mostly on Sir. She didn't talk to him of course - she couldn't speak - but she listened to him, and kneaded his dick through his trousers as he talked about how worthless she was until he grew aroused enough to rape her. -- By the time Claire's pregnancy was entering its eight month, and her time on the ranch was coming to an end, her transformation into an animal for fucking was complete. Claire now regarded herself as nothing but a slut, designed to please men. She regarded her body as life support for her tits and her twat, and she felt anxious and worthless when those tits and twat weren't being fucked or hurt. The idea of wearing clothes or protecting her own body horrified her. She saw men as nearly godlike beings who would judge whether she was a good slut, and fuck her and hurt her, and the thought of disobeying a man or leaving his displeased left her feeling physically sick. She saw girls as not entirely human - cuddly, fuckable pets like herself. Her natural instinct upon seeing a pretty girl was to hurt, degrade and rape her. She preferred crawling to walking, and felt insecure and exposed when made to stand up. She had almost forgotten how to eat from a plate with cutlery instead of taking her meals from a dog bowl or a trough or another slut's cunt. She had trouble eating food that didn't taste like piss or cum or cunt - her body didn't ...