"Get over here slut."
Eyes downcast, Pyrrha makes her way across the empty classroom to where her 'daddy' was leaning against Professor Goodwitch's desk. Class had gotten out less than five minutes ago, and Professor GoodWitch could still return, not that Cardin seemed to care. And it daddy didn't care, then neither did she.
She didn't have to care about anything. All she had to do was look pretty, do as she was told, and make his dick feel good.
It was a lesson Cardin had spent the past four month fucking into her head, and day by day, it was getting harder and harder to convince herself otherwise.
She wasn't even sure she wanted to anymore.
The clear fluid coating her inner thighs definitely told one story, and after so long, Pyrrha was inclined to simply listen to what her clit and pussy said.
Just like Daddy said all cunts should. Why use their brain and get ugly wrinkles when they could get dick, cum, and if they're lucky and good, orgasms.
After what felt like an eternity, Pyrrha had been broken down. Her psyche at breaking point. Her body beyond exhausted, and all she could do was as she was told.
There wasn't an independent bone in her body, unless it was Daddy's.
Standing in front of her daddy, Pyrrha waits for her next instruction. Not daring to assume and risk her master's anger, then he might take her ass again.
Of all the things they had done, anal was by far her least favorite. Her butt never seeming to acclimate to her master's size, no matter how often he used it or how much lube, or how she prepared. Nothing she din ever made it any easier…
Although she wasn't sure she wanted it to get easier. Her cunt gushed whenever it took her butt, and the less ready she was, the wetter she got.
"Clothes off, and hurry."
Pyrrha knew what that meant, and didn't bother trying to save her clothes, ripping her uniform blouse and jacket open as buttons go flying everywhere, her lack of bra evident as her breasts come into view, her little pink nipples already hard in anticipation.
Her skirt is next, being pulled down her legs as she kicked it away, turning around, Pyrrha bends over at the waist as she pushes her thigh high socks down her legs. Even when stripping ehrself naked, she needed to put her body on display, and Cardin looked his full of her plump ass and tight holes as she removed her socks, one after the other.
Less than ten seconds later, Pyrrha stood completely naked in the middle of the classroom, eyes downcast submissively as Cardin drank in his fill of her naked body.
No matter how many times he saw it, her body never failed to get him hard. Pyrrha really was the perfect whore, and he had trained and broken her well.
The fact that she so clearly enjoyed it only made it all the sweeter. He had been right about her all along, and he was right about all sluts with a gash between their legs. They weren't people, they were cock holsters, just waiting for a strong hand to put them in their place.
Hands darting out, Cardin grabs two handfuls of titflesh, Pyrrha moaning as she feels her sensitive mounds manhandled, the slight pain only making her clit pound even harder.
Using his grip on her tits, Cardin spins them around, until Pyrrha is pinned between him and the desk, standing on her toes in order to sit her fat ass on the hard wood.
Even in her own thoughts, she was little more than a sex object at this point. She no longer had breasts or a vagina, she had tits and a cunt. Her butt was a fat ass and her rectum was her tightest hole.
She had spent over four hours fucking herself in the bathroom when she realized that Cardin had corrupted her own private thoughts.
The hands on her tits tighten their grip, her plump titflesh being pushed out between strong fingers, and Pyrrha was left gasping for air as her toes curled.
Nothing out of the ordinary, over the past four months she had sucked and fucked Cardin hundreds of times. Whenever he called or desired her, he had her. Usually several times a day, with Pyrrha meeting him early in the morning for a blowjob, and then with him dragging her into a closet or something after he finished his lunch. A quickie that ended as soon as he came, often leaving her feeling impossibly turned on and desperate.
It was nothing knew to either of them.
That is until white fluid jets out of her breasts in two thin streams, hitting Cardin right in the chest, soiling his pristine uniform jacket.
But neither of them care, Cardin merely smirked as Pyrrha tried to hold back her orgasm. The release of pressure had been almost orgasmic, but she knew what would happen if she came with her daddy's permission.
Or should she say, he baby daddy's permission.
"You're lactating. Know what that means' whore?" The question was rhetorical, but between all the blood leaving her brain to rush to her clit and the sudden shock, Pyrrha doesn't realize it. Her mind too busy trying to connect the dots of what was happening.
"It- I… I don't-"
"Of course you don't you stupid skank. It means your pregnant."
Pregnant.
Pregnant.
Pregnant.
The word echoes in her mind over and over, never quite registering with her.
Until it does.
Reality comes crashing down on her. Months of abuse, sexual torture and trauma, of having the idea of her being a walking cum dump and cock sleeve being drilled into her head and every sinlge one of her wholes, the mental, physical, and emotional exhaustion that had slowly ground her down into a shell of the promising huntress she had once been.
And now she is pregnant.
It was the straw that broke the camels back.
Tears begin to fall from her eyes, whether from happiness or despair she doesn't know or care. All she knows is that she id pregnant, has life growing inside her.
Life given to her by her master… her daddy.
It was the best day of her life.
"Thank you… daddy." For the first time in months, Pyrrha gives a truly genuine smile as she looks up at her master. The man who had blackmailed, raped, abused, and now impregnated her. The man who had broken her and shown her just what she well and truly was.
She had never known true happiness until this moment.
"You're mine now, cunt!" Head darting down, Cardin takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly as he drinks his fill of her milk.
Pyrrha cums hard as fluid gushes out of her teat and her cunt, staining her daddy's pants, but neither of them can bring themselves to care.
It was only due to her months of training that Pyrrha manages to reach down and begin undoing the pants she was squrting all over, fishing for and pulling out her master's cock and lining it up with her dripping snatch.
Cardin doesn't waste a single second, finally breaking the invincible girl had him hard as a rock and he needed to be inside her.
Pyrrha was just as eager as he was, pressing his cock against her cunt just in time for him to hilt his entire length inside her in a single brutal thrust.
Cardin doesn't remove his mouth from her tit as he fucks her on the desk, her fluids flying out of her with every thrust as her moans turn to screams, echoing around the empty room.
Part of the reason Pyrrha stopped wearing underwear unless ordered to specifically, was how badly she was staining them. After two weeks of being forced to suck her master's dick, Pyrrha had been wet almost constantly, and her juices were ruining her panties in record numbers. She had considered simply replacing them, but had decided that it would simply be better to go without than waste all that money, or risk being seen buying a dozen pairs of panties every week because she couldn't keep her pussy under control.
One orgasm blend into another, her mind reeling with pure pleasure as she wraps her arms and legs around her master's body. He might punish her for that later, but she couldn't bring herself to give a damn, she might even enjoy it.
She'd enjoy anything he did to her now. And if she didn't, she would teach herself to.
Just like a good little walking fuck pet with three tight holes and a pair of fat tits and a nice big ass.
Why had she ever resisted or dreaded this?
This. This is where she was meant to be. Where she was supposed to be. Where all cunts were meant to be.
She was a slave. A pussy on legs. A set of holes ready and eager for taking cocks and fat fucking loads.
She was a woman.
And she was eternally thankful to the man who had taught her, her master, her daddy.
Feeling his load flood her pussy yet again, Pyrrha's eyes roll back into her head as fireworks go off behind her eyelids. Her entire body going limp as she falls backwards onto the desk, entire body twitching like she was having a seizure.
Cardin lets her fall, smiling as he looks down at the stupid piece of fuckmeat, jerking around as her pussy gushed with the biggest and dumbest smile on her face.
And now she was carrying his child.
But as nice as it was having a single devoted and eager cunt on call, Cardin knew for a fact that it wasn't enough. There were plenty more deluded and stupid cunts walking around, thinking they were people instead of living cum dumpsters, and he was going to fix that.
By the time he was done, there wasn't going to be a single whore in Beacon who didn't know exactly where she belonged.
Starting with that fat titted bimbo, Yang Xiao Long.
Coincidentally, Pyrrha was having the exact same thought as she came down from her orgasm. She wanted to repay her daddy for teaching her and making her feel so good! Other than giving him her body, which was his to begin with, even if she had stupidly thought otherwise, the only thing she could think of to give him was another whore's body.
It was the perfect gift for her master, another cunt to teach, correct, and help make him cum.
Still on cloud nine, Pyrrha hadn't recovered before she was being pulled into a sitting position by the hands back on her fat tits.
Moaning at the abuse, Pyrrha finds her mouth suddenly covered by her daddy's, and Pyrrha eagerly returns the kiss.
Pregnant, broken, and utterly fucked, Pyrrha Nikos was happy as she made out with the man who had broken and shown her the truth.
Her master.
Her daddy.