Daddy

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I was born in one of the many breeding farms in the States, apparently my father and his family wanted a son so I was given to the slave orphanage. Growing up in an orphanage was hard at times but we were taught a lot and shown how to serve. We were woken up in the mornings before the sun came up, our diapers were taken off and we were run for 5 miles and told to do our vaginal and anal exercises. Then we were cleaned and brought to work in one of the many fields or farmhouses. At night we were taught the important things; Leather craft, sewing, speaking and how to walk in heels. We were encouraged to walk on our feet only for work, inside we always were led around on all fours. We were taught that we had no choices or will. The women who raised us were strict and nobody ever really went against them. The slaves that did went away and never came back. Some of my fellow slaves would be sold to families to be servants in some capacity but the lucky few of us that were whore-stock would be sold as untrained slaves on our 16 th birthday. Whore-stock was rare. The Masters and Mistresses who would buy us had to be registered with the federal government to train new slaves, it was even rare for them to come across whore-stock. They were highly paid and well respected people in society and whatever money they made from selling us they got to split with the state, so needless to say they trained us well. It was the morning of my 16 th birthday, the day I would be sold. I was taken to a large exam room and my diaper was taken off. I was bathed and made to wear the thick leather collar I had made in leather craft. Another diaper was put on along with a leash and I was led into a small wooden crate with air holes drilled into it and locked in. I was loaded onto the truck and driven to town. It was my first time off the grounds of the orphanage so I looked out of the holes in my crate in awe of the changing landscape. The truck stopped after about a half a day and the crate was unloaded and opened and I was led inside a large building and told that I was the only one today. There were four men and one woman watching me and others looked on as I was lifted onto a steel table and my diaper came off. I was cleaned off and told to raise my rump high. The four men and woman looked at all my holes and squeezed my tits, inspecting me and writing things down separately. I felt my cheeks get separated and I jumped slightly when my holes were touched lightly. Nothing was said. A clean diaper was put on me and then I was led out into the town square where it seemed like everyone in the town was there to watch the auction. I was held off to the side and watched as breeding slaves, servants and older whores were sold. I was last and when I was brought up there was a hush over the crowd. The four men and one woman were sitting in the front row and I realized they must be the Federal Masters. I was turned and talked about, as rare virgin whore-stock and the crowd seemed like they were in awe. The men were looking at me with lust and the women seemingly with hate as the bidding started. I was sold to a large handsome man for 50,000 credits and I was put into the crate and loaded into the back of his truck. I looked out of one of the air holes as hours later we drove up to a huge farmhouse on what seemed like many acres. I watched as some of his servants carried me down into the cellar and opened the crate. I peaked out slowly and waited for instruction. The big man leaned down and looked at me and told me it was ok to come out. I crawled out tentatively and he pulled on my leash telling me it was ok and not to be scared. He asked me if I needed a diaper change and I instantly came out of the crate and lay on the floor on my back and raised my legs for him. He said, "Good whore," and he changed my diaper and cleaned me up. He said, "I'm your new Daddy, can you say Daddy, whore?" He was rubbing cream into my holes as I nodded my head and said, "Daddy." "Good whore," he said, "Daddy is going to show you how to go in the potty." I was confused but my new Daddy was so nice so I said, "Ok Daddy," and I smiled. He continued rubbing the cream in and he sat back on his heels and just looked at me and said, "You're a very pretty whore," and he reached down and rubbed my breast. I squeaked and said, "That tickles Daddy and he pinched my nipple until I flinched. "Do you like it, whore?" he said. "Yes Daddy, but it makes me feel like I have to pee, Daddy." "That's because you're a whore and the only thing your good for, is to have your holes filled," as he put his finger slowly into my cunt hole and felt for my hymen. He smiled and said "I think I need to fill your ass hole, whore, maybe I'll sell your cunt's virginity to the highest bidder." I didn't really understand him so I smiled and said, "OK Daddy." He tickled my clit and said, "The next time you have to pee you tell me ok, whore?" "Yes Daddy," I replied and he unhooked my leash and told me to follow him. I followed him upstairs to a huge modern kitchen with a large island counter in the middle of the room. There were pots hanging on a rack above the marble-topped island and all the appliances were steel. The back wall of the kitchen was all windows and French doors out to a deck leading to a pool. I could see a barn and a couple of buildings leading back to woods all around to the distance. He told me to hop up onto the island part of the counter onto my stomach with my legs dangling over the side. He smacked my ass and took my arms and placed them behind my back. He put a bowl of water under my face and said, "It's time to feed that mouth hole of yours. Don't use your hands, whore," and I watched him prepare to cook as I lapped at the water. He chopped onions and garlic and made us an omelet. While it was cooking he said, "Do you have to pee, whore?" I said, "No Daddy." He said, "Good," and I saw him reach for the olive oil and I felt him pour some on my ass. He rubbed it into me and said, "I'm going to enjoy this, whore." I smiled and said, "OK Daddy," and he reached over and took a wooden spoon and inserted the long smooth handle into my ass hole. I squealed and moaned and he said, "Keep drinking your water, whore. You shouldn't concern yourself with how I treat your holes." I took a deep breath and tried to ignore his probing but I was confused, it felt good and I didn't understand why. He was looking at me from different angles and he laughed and said, "You are so brainless," as he slid his hands over my ass. He fucked my hole with the stick for a while and then washed his hands and put the omelet in front of my face and told me to eat. He sat at the table and ate properly as I stuck my face into the meal and devoured it like an animal. He laughed at me and told me I was a good whore. When he was done eating and he was satisfied that I had enough he told me to get down off the counter and clean up the dishes. He showed me how to scrape the food off and rinse them and put them into a machine. He sat back and watched me work with the spoon sticking out of my hole and the food all over my face. He showed me how to wipe down the counters and to put all the food away and he pulled at my nipples from behind me and told me to keep working. He watched me wipe the crumbs off of the counter into my hand and noticed some dropping on the floor. He grabbed my hands and head and pushed me to the ground and stuck my face onto the floor and leaned his knee into my back. He said firmly, "You stupid little bitch. Lick it up, cunt," as he pushed my head down. I stuck my tongue out and licked the floor willingly. "Do you want to please your Daddy, whore?" He asked. "Yes Daddy," I squeaked out and he got up and told me to scrub the crumbs off the floor as he slowly pushed the spoon deeper into my hole. He fucked me with it while I scrubbed and I felt that feeling again, like it felt good when he hurt me. "You crave to be humiliated and used, don't you, whore?" He said as I felt the long stick go deeper into my body. He asked me if I had to piss and I told him yes as he worked me upstairs into a lavish bathroom, steering me by the stick in my ass. He told me to hold it in and when we got there I saw a small child's chair in the corner. He told me to stop and then said, "You sit on that potty and you relieve yourself, whore." He pulled the stick out fast and threw it in the garbage. He watched me relieve myself and laughed at me when I pissed. He said, "Look at the whore, pissing for the first time in a little potty." It took me a long time and my legs were numb as he cleaned me off and turned on the bath. He scrubbed me while on my hands and knees and slowly cleaned my ass hole with his soapy finger. I got confused again and I decided to ask, "Daddy?" "Yes, whore?" He replied as I felt another finger fuck me. "Why do I tingle when you touch me there?" I asked, breathing heavy. "Because, you are a whore and your sole duty in life is to be used. When you just breathe into it and take your abuse, you will feel release. Just breathe, never make a sound, whore." He answered and I breathed through his cleaning. He wrapped me up in a towel and carried me into a huge red bedroom. There was fabric everywhere and he laid me back onto the bed and spread my legs back. He left and came back with a diaper and a bottle of cream and he pulled open my pussy and poured the cream onto my open pussy. His hand went right to my clit and he rubbed the cream into me and I felt like I was sliding off the earth. I instantly grabbed my nipples and pinched them hard, holding them up and I let out a moan. He laughed and said, "Maybe I should train you to be a cum whore. Yes, I am