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She doesn’t like this.
“Ah, have another drink A-Yao,” her father presses the body-warm cup against her lips and tips it, she’s got no choice, she can drink or let it spill down her front. The clear wine won’t ruin the robes but she’ll be punished for wasting it.
She opens her mouth and the warm liquor pours down her throat.
“That’s a good slut.”
Her father massages her throat, feeling her swallow, and sighs gustily against her ear, “Just like your mother.”
She doesn’t like this.
“Please, fuqin,” she pleads before he shifts her back, pulling her down further on his cock. The stretch makes her shriek.
It isn’t with pleasure.
Her father never stretches her enough, he tells her it’s her job as his wore to make sure she’s ready for him. A whore should be wet and ready to be fucked and behind closed doors, that’s all she is. If she wants to leave, she’s welcome to it.
She doesn’t want to leave.
“Did you come again, whore’s child?”
Jin Guangshan pinches her nipples through the fabric of her clothes. Three layers of robes and still he can find them with eerie precision.
Meng Yao shakes her head back and forth, covering her mouth with her hands to stifle the sound of her gasps and sobs as she’s rocked on her own father’s cock.
He laughs against her neck.
“Of course not,” he whispers, “Meng Yao isn’t a naughty little slut who gets off on her father fucking her ass, no, she’s my whore daughter who wants to be fucked in her pussy.”
She shakes her head, shakes it again, and then stills when her hair is grabbed, the Jin sect’s gold-threaded braids twisted in her father’s fingers until she feels the pull on her scalp. She’s crying too hard again, so hard she’s blinded by her tears.
“Whores are known liars,” her father says as he pulls her robes up to his hips, “slut, hold these.”
He doesn’t want to.
“Fuqin,” she pleads, useless, and then reaches down to hold her robes to her hips.
“Look in the mirror, naughty little bitch slut,” her father orders her and she does, glad for the tears, making out only blurry shapes reflected in the curved copper. She’s sitting on his lap, fucked open by his cock, and the two of them could be interrupted at any time. They’re only in his study.
“See your naughty cunt?” Her father thrusts two fingers harshly into her, she’s not nearly wet enough for it, it burns, She screams again, she shudders and squeezed around him, feeling him fucking her even more. It’s worse when she clenches.
“Just like your mother,” he moans.
“Fuqin,” she begs him as he starts thrusting his fingers into her dry pussy, curving them to brush up against the part of her body she knows will spark pleasure, she hates it when he does that, “Fuqin, please, I’m sorry, please stop.”
“What are you sorry for, whore?” Her father asks, he doesn’t stop though, doesn’t slow down, instead, he spreads her wide with his fingers.
His thumb crushes her clit.
She wails.
“Sorry, I’m not fucking your pussy?” The thumb on her clit moves back and forth, crushing it against her pelvis, making unpleasant painful sparks of pleasure dance down her spine.
She jerks and tossed her head back, hitting him in the shoulder when her back arches.
“Sorry that you’re such a little whore? Dancing around, begging your sect leader, your father to fuck your whore cunt?” His hips jerk and he grunts, he’s coming in her ass, finally, and she sobs.
“Thank you, fuqin.”
Sometimes, this is all it takes, he fills her ass with his seed and then he’ll drop her onto the ground. Depending on where he has bent her over there might be a chance she can dart off to clean up before she has to get back to attending to her duties. He likes to fuck her in the pavilions, orders her to attend him as he strolls through the peony gardens and then he bends her over a railing to fuck her while she cries. She’s stumbled out of the gardens, tears still damp on her cheeks, into Madame Jin ready to beat her for some failing, or a cadre of Jin disciples who look at her with eyes that seem to know.
“What are you thanking me for, A-Yao?” His voice is gentle even as he ruthlessly pinches and twists her clit, “You haven’t come yet.”
She lets out a small screech.
So it isn’t going to be one of those days, it’s going to be…
His cock is soft in her but when he moves, she squelches, her ass packed full of his come.
“Baby whore loves having her tummy full of come,” Jin Guangshan presses a hand over her stomach and pushes, making her feel it, making her squish, “get up.”
He doesn’t wait for her to move instead he shoves her off his lap. She clenches down, trying not to leak everywhere because he hates that, he hates it even more than when she wastes wine, or when she tries to push him away. He shoves her over his desk and holds her there and she moves with it, her fingers still clenched around her bunched-up robes.
Something cold circles the ring of her ass, teasing the slick, winking hole while she shudders. He pushes the tip of it in, gently, moving slowly so that she feels each of the gold rings as the plug is pushed inside of her. It’s shaped not unlike a beehive, ring upon ring of gold in a triangular shape. The base of it is hooked and as the plug is worked into her ass the plug is pressed between her spread pussy lips into her dry cunt. She clenches around it and gasps as the metal warms inside of her.
He tugs it back out.
“Whore cunt.”
Jin Guangshan slaps her thigh with his wet, slick covered hand, then he slaps her again harder. She’ll bruise from it.
“I expect you to keep my come inside of you,” he says as he fucks her with the hook and plug, “maybe you’ll be lucky, hm? Maybe you can get pregnant from your fuqin fucking your ass. Your mother got pregnant with barely a touch at all.”
She’s sure that’s not true and she knows, she knows it’s not possible to get pregnant from seed spilled in the ass but she sobs anyway.
“Fuqin, please…”
She hates this plug. She hates it for a lot of reasons.
He spanks her thighs again, then her ass, slapping her until her skin grows hot and he’s tired of it.
“Turn over, A-Yao, I want to see your face.”
She knows that’s not what he really wants.
She turns onto her back, her legs spread to either side as he pulls forward. She isn’t spread wide enough for him, he shoves her further open.
“Hold these,” he orders her and she’s stuck, the robes in her hands and another order to obey, frustrated she opens her mouth to ask-
He slaps her face.
“I told you to hold your legs you stupid whore,” He slaps the other cheek, forcing her to turn to face the mirror.
She drops her robes and pulls up her legs.
Her father begins to angrily tear at her belt, muttering under his breath about what an idiot she is. “I wouldn’t have taken you in if I knew all you were was a whore cunt,” he breathes as he pulls Hensheng from its sheath and tosses it aside, “Thought you had a brain but all you’re good for is being fucked.” He pulls off one belt and then another before he begins to unfasten her robes. “Can’t even fuck your cunt because you’re just like your mother,” angrily, he pushes against her stomach, making her feel it, “you’ll get knocked up right away. Maybe you’d like that, growing yourself a little brother in your dirty snatch?”
She shakes her head and sobs.
That would be the worst. Worse than this, fucked by her own father, full of his come, degraded, and hurt. It would be worse to be pregnant. She’d seen enough pregnant women to know that hiding it only went so far, so long, and cultivators were worse than peasants. They could look at someone and tell they were pregnant just from their qi.
“Everyone would know you’d seduced me,” he snarls as he tangled her robes around her arms and exposed her body to his sight, “who could doubt that? Should I keep you after that?” He strokes over her small breasts, his fingers catch on the nipple clamps that adorn the tips of her tits, “I’ve already invested in you.”
He twists the nipple clamps and they tighten up, sparking pain and making her gasp. Her back bows again and she claws at her own thighs, digging her nails into the bruises as she scratches herself and sobs.
“I want to be sure you’re worth it before we get these pierced,” he bites at her nipple and tugs on it, “I’m going to put pearls on your tits, A-Yao, just like your mother. But we need to give you better breasts,” when he sighs, he does it over the quivering, tender, purple buds, “perhaps I should knock you up.”
“Fuqin,” she begs, “no, please, I don’t want to be pregnant. I’m your whore, a pregnant whore is no good, fuqin, let me be your-”
He slaps her cunt.
“A good daughter doesn’t tell her father what she wants,” he slaps her again, “a good whore daughter listens.”
This time, when he pushes down on her stomach, she can’t hold herself back.
She pees.
Piss hits Jin Guangshan’s open robes, dampening the fabric, and stains the carpet on the ground.
“Bitch!”
She’s pulled off the edge of the desk and her face is shoved into the damp spot on the floor.
“Slutty little cunt,” he snarls before he moves behind her.
She doesn’t shift from her stance on her knees, her body braced for whatever new horror awaits her. The kick catches her by surprise. He kicks her between her legs, shoving against the plug in her ass and cunt. The next kick hits her already bruise clit and she-
- spots dance in her vision she -
- she can’t quote breathe -
A-Yao comes back when sharp pain lances through her clit. She screams again and feels herself leak more piss.
“I was saving this for when you were good,” the pain is- it’s indescribable, she feels pressure too, “but it’s a good punishment for a slutty little whore who can’t be good for her father.”
He pulls her back onto her knees by her hair and she wavers, her mind still gone, her body struggling.
Pain lances through her nipples, different from the pinching of the flower clamps and she presses her fingers to her mouth to drown the sound of her sob. When she looks down she sees-
They’re pearls.
Pearls and gold.
Her nipples have been pierced by a golden spike, captured on either side by pearls as big as her nipples are. They’ll show through her robes. They’re too big.
A thin chain dangles down from the piercings, down her swollen stomach, to her-
She can’t-
She reaches between her legs to touch her-
Her clit’s been pierced too. It hurts. It hurts. She can’t see but it feels the same as her nipples and she doesn’t think- that can’t be good.
“Don’t touch yourself,” her father slaps her cheek with his cock, he’s hard again, “or I’ll lace your cunt closed.”
Pain and horror force her to clear her eyes, looking up at her father and seeing him, as if for the first time, as the monster he is.
“Fuqin-”
He rams his cock into her open mouth and pulls her down on it until she chokes.
“Good little whores keep their mouths shut.”