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I am 26 year old corporate working woman and also a sub .. I usually came to my bf's house to be a sub and I work in his city so we meet very often, this time my parents were away for 7 days so I decided that I would spend all 7 days wd him...
And I am starting the story from 3rd person pov for better understanding of scene...and for this time I reached his house at 10 pm and he used me as a sub till morning and I am starting the story from morning hours itself , here you go
Daddy stood over his utterly destroyed cumdump kutiya, chest heaving, sweat and spit still dripping from his cock onto her trembling body. She was completely naked, wrists and ankles chained cruelly tight to the heavy steel frame so she couldn’t twitch even an inch. Every one of her filthy holes was stuffed and owned: a thick vibrator buried deep in her swollen pussy, buzzing mercilessly on the highest setting; two massive dildos stretching her asshole and throat until her jaw ached. Thick ropes of his piss, cum, spit, and her own tears coated every inch of her skin, turning her into a glistening, stinking mess. The heavy stench of urine and raw, brutal sex hung thick in the air like a second skin.
He had already taken hundreds of pictures and videos throughout the night—evidence that would ruin her forever. There was the shot of her kneeling on the toilet like a broken bitch, throat-fucked raw while he pissed straight down her gullet, her eyes watering as she swallowed every drop. There were the close-ups from missionary, his palm cracking across her tear-streaked face and swollen tits while he spat on her ruined, flushed cheeks and called her his worthless family whore. Every degrading second was saved, timestamped, and ready to destroy the last shreds of her old life.
Now Daddy picked up his phone, a cruel smile curling his lips. He started sending everything out, one by one, slow and deliberate, letting each notification ping echo through the silent room.
First went the files to her office colleagues—the same people she would have to smile at and pretend to be normal with tomorrow morning. *Ping.* Her pussy clenched hard around the buzzing vibrator as she imagined Priya from accounts opening the chat on her desk, eyes widening in horror before she quickly looked away, cheeks burning. *Ping.* Next to her boss, the one who had praised her dedication just last week. He would definitely message asking why she was absent yesterday… and then he would know exactly why.
The next batch went to her brother—the overprotective one who always bragged about keeping his little sister safe. She could already picture him in his hostel room, face crumbling into shock and tears, hand shaking as it slowly drifted down to his cock anyway, stroking to the sight of his baby sister getting used like a public urinal. The shame burned hotter in her chest, but her cunt only fluttered tighter.
Daddy kept tapping. Her father received the full folder next. The man who had raised her, scolded her for short clothes, tried to make her a “respectable daughter.” Now he was staring at the truth: his little girl turned into a piss-soaked, triple-stuffed fucktoy. She imagined him sitting in the living room, heart breaking at first… then the slow, guilty unzip of his pants as his five-inch cock hardened for the very last time to his own degraded daughter.
Her sweet, shy boyfriend got the messages too. The boy who still asked permission for a cheek kiss. These videos would shatter him completely, push him into weeks of silent depression while he jerked off in secret to the girl he thought was pure. The thought made fresh tears spill down her piss-wet cheeks, mixing with the drying cum.
Even the daily workers—those same men who used to call her “madam” with respect—received the links. She could already hear them in the servant quarters tomorrow, laughing crudely, making vulgar hand signs and gestures whenever she walked past. Their madam, exposed as the cheapest randi in the city.
Her mother got the longest video while she was riding her latest bull. The second the message arrived, her hips would slam down harder on that thick cock, riding even more desperately because she knew her daughter had perfectly carried on the family legacy of being a shameless whore.
The jealous cousins—who had always waited for any excuse to drag her down—received everything like Diwali had come early. She could almost hear them moaning in their rooms, jerking off five, six times each before eagerly forwarding the entire folder to every WhatsApp group, family chat, and neighborhood circle they could find, captioning it “Look what our perfect cousin really is.”
And the neighbors—those same people who used to complain about the late-night screams of her getting pounded by strangers—now had the proof. For them it was just confirmation. She pictured them on their balconies, cocks out, stroking hard while they sent the video further, laughing at the high-class slut next door.
All the while she was pressed naked against the cold glass wall of the mansion, her piss-soaked, cum-glazed body on full public display for the early morning walkers outside. The freezing surface made her shiver violently, nipples painfully hard, the freezing glass biting into her skin. In the soft dawn light breaking through the clouds, anyone passing could see the chained, leaking whore putting on a free show—vibrator still buzzing loud enough to be faintly heard through the glass. A few slowed down and stared. One middle-aged uncle actually stopped, pulled his cock out right there on the sidewalk, and started jerking furiously, eyes locked on her ruined holes as his “reward” for a disciplined morning walk.
Inside her head the shame was a roaring fire. Tomorrow she would have to sit in the office like nothing happened. Her boss would call her in. Her brother would never look at her the same. Her own father… what had she become? Yet every fresh ping of a sent message made the vibrator feel stronger, her clit throbbing, her pussy gushing around the toy as fresh shame-arousal flooded her system.
A sharp memory flashed through her mind—barely an hour ago, Daddy had made her cum six times in a row while he face-fucked her over the balcony railing, her moans echoing so loud the neighbors must have heard. Another flash: him pissing directly into her open mouth while two of his friends took turns in her ass, laughing as she choked and begged for more.
She had made Daddy cum six times in just four hours. The night had blurred into dawn and her body was completely used up, exhausted, leaking from every hole.
Finally she spoke, voice hoarse, broken, and completely submissive, mixing the filthy English he loved with the desperate Hindi that always made him harder.
“Daddy… please… yeh worthless filthy cumdump kutiya aapki… can she go to sleep now?” she begged quietly, tears streaming. “With the vibrator still buzzing deep in her randi pussy… fox tail buttplug stretching her gaand… mouth gag dildo fucking her lips… haath-paon abhi bhi tightly tied… so she can rest like the broken, public toy she is?”
She stayed right there obediently, naked body glued to the cold glass, still proudly displaying every dripping inch of her ruined self for the morning walkers. The vibrator hummed louder with each new notification. She didn’t move. She didn’t dare.
She was exactly where she belonged.
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