Filial Piety

Feng gasped when he opened his front door to find his daughter standing there. “M… Mei?!”

“H-hi Dad,” the young woman said weakly, and did her best to give him a smile. “Did… you miss me?”

Even if he hadn’t spent the last three years thinking she was dead, her appearance would have been a shock. The last time he’d seen his raven haired daughter, she’d been twenty three years old and in the pinnacle of health. As a teenager, Mei had been petite and pretty, and strangers had often made the mistake of assuming the young Chinese girl was as passive and demure on the inside as she appeared on the outside, an assumption quickly dashed when she opened her mouth to reveal her fierce spirit and sharp tongue. It was a mistake made less frequently as she grew older, her prettiness blossoming into beauty, and eschewed the more traditional, modest clothing her parents preferred, opting for stylish clothes and makeup that more closely resembled her vivacious personality. Feng and his wife had never approved of the change, but she had been undeniably gorgeous, a dazzling girl whose smile could light up a room.

The woman he was looking at now was nearly unrecognizable. He had seen corpses that looked healthier than his daughter. She was naked, filthy, her body emaciated from malnutrition and covered in scars from top to bottom. There were countless other signs of injury, bruises and burns and welts, but the scars were what stood out the most. There were easily thousands of them, ugly black lines that crisscrossed her once unblemished skin. Even her smile was different, full of crude gaps where teeth were now missing.

All in all, the only aspect unchanged was that fierce look in her eyes.

“[Who is it, dear?]” Yue called out from the kitchen in Mandarin.

His wife’s voice snapped Feng out of his stupor, though he still couldn’t take his eyes off his daughter. “It, it is Mei!” he shouted back in English. “She is alive!”

Yue let out a startled scream and hurried to the door, her jaw dropping when she saw their daughter. “But we thought… and you… what happened?! And where have you been?!”

“It’s a… a long story,” Mei said, and a sudden bout of dizziness made her put a hand on the doorframe for support. She’d grown up playing piano at their encouragement, and while she’d turned her back on the instrument long ago, her long delicate fingers had made her a natural talent at the time. Both of her parents’ eyes widened as they saw those elegant fingers now mangled and twisted. “Can I… can I… sit down first? It’s… it’s hard to stand like this…”

Feng gasped again when he looked down and noticed the bloody, crudely bandaged stump of her left ankle. “My god, you… I mean, of course! Dear, help me give her a hand!”

With her parents’ support, the girl hobbled inside, and sank gratefully onto their living room couch. It was an old thing, sagging and worn, but she sighed like it was the softest of silks. “Ohhhh, haven’t… haven’t been this comfortable in forever…”

“But where?” Yue asked again. “Where have you been all this time?”

“After you vanished, we found your suicide note,” Feng said. “I mean, what we thought was your suicide note. We contacted the police, and searched for weeks, but when you did not turn up, we assumed…” His voice trailed off.

Mei licked her dry, cracked lips and shook her head. “I… I never wrote any note, or tried to... I was kidnapped. By this… this disgusting psychopath… I don’t know how it happened, I just woke up one day and…” She coughed. “He kept me locked up in fu- in his basement.”

“And that is where…” Her mother began, looking at the scars all over her body. “Where this happened to you?”

Mei nodded. “He liked to… to mark me after every…” She coughed again. “After every rape. Said it was… was my only value, so there should be a record.”

Yue flinched at the word ‘rape’. “But surely that cannot be… it cannot be the only reason for all of these. There are so many, they cannot ALL be…”

“He did it every day,” Mei said grimly, her expression darkening as she remembered. “At least seven or eight times, usually more. And he… he would torture me all the time for not being sexy enough, for not… not convincing him to rape me more often… said it was a fucktoy’s job to-“ She broke into a coughing fit.

“Let me get you a drink of water,” Feng said, and hurried into the kitchen.

“Water…” the woman said dreamily after she’d recovered. “I thought I’d never get to drink water again…” Her upper lip curled in revulsion. “Maste- my kidnapper, he said that… that urine and semen were all I deserved to drink.”

“And this monster, he did this to you as well?” Yue asked, gesturing at her amputated foot.

Mei shook her head. “No, I… I did that to myself.” She held up her mangled right hand. “He did this to me after my… my last escape attempt. Managed to pick the lock on the dog cage he was keeping me in… but after that, he put this metal cuff on my ankle, and it connected to a chain on the floor… there was… no way to get it off but to…”

“Shhhh,” her father said gently as he returned with a mug of water. “You’re exhausted and you need medical attention. But first, drink.”

Mei accepted the mug and drank greedily from it. When she put it down, there were tears in her eyes. “I made it,” she said quietly, her voice trembling. “I… I was so scared he was going to catch me… scared of what he’d do to me for trying to escape again… but I was even more scared I was going to die down there and… and never see either of you again… but I did it… I’m really home…” She began to sob harder. “Oh god, I’m really home…”

“That’s right,” her mother said. “You’re home safe now. Just try to relax.”

“Never… been more relaxed… in my life…” the girl mumbled, tears ceasing as her eyes glazed over. Her head lolled backwards and she began to softly snore.

Her parents exchanged a look. “[What do we do now?]” Yue asked.

“[Now we call that a son of a bitch and get our money back!]” Feng hissed.

***

Mei had always been a problem child.

Feng didn’t know where they had gone wrong with her. He and Yue had done their best to raise her properly, to mold her into a respectful daughter who took pride in her heritage. Mei had rejected this at every turn. She talked back, refused to act like a proper young girl, and was more interested in her friends than her studies.

Perhaps the mistake had been coming to America instead of staying in China. Mei had been born here and she didn’t even consider herself Chinese, said she was an American with Chinese parents. But Feng had met many other immigrants whose children did not reject their wisdom and culture so vehemently. He didn’t understand why their daughter couldn’t accept that her parents knew best.

When she had been a teenager, he and his wife had held out hope that her rebellious nature was just a phase, and she would someday find a man who could set her straight. But when they approached her with several matchmaking opportunities, all from good Chinese families whose sons had promising futures, Mei had shocked them by declaring that she had no intention of ever marrying. She even openly shamed her parents by going around calling herself a lesbian and publicly dating other girls.

Still, if only she had been a good daughter in other ways, they could have overlooked her shameful behavior and sexual deviancy. But time and again, she proved herself a disappointment. First it was dropping out of college and moving back in with her parents, which made them an embarrassment among the local community. Yue had a long heart-to-heart with her after that, trying to help her understand that her best path forward was to forget these indecent urges towards girls and focus on finding a good man who would accept her as a housewife. Mei not only rejected her counsel, she had the audacity to call her own mother homophobic and misogynistic. And then she shamed her family yet again by settling for a minimum wage job instead of returning to school or pursuing marriage.

She brought her girlfriends back to the house. She smoked marijuana. She refused to respond when they spoke to her in Mandarin, pretending she only understood English. She dressed provocatively and littered her sentences with profanity. She openly defied and disrespected her parents around other Chinese families, and spoke ill of her motherland when around Americans. She was an ungrateful, disobedient, failure of a daughter.

And one day, when Feng and Yue had finally had enough, his wife had made a suggestion. If Mei was going to spend her life being such a disappointment, she had said, perhaps it would be better for everyone, Mei included, if that life was a short one. After careful thought, and long discussion, he had agreed.

Now he stared angrily at Luther, the man they’d hired three years ago to make their daughter disappear. “We paid you to get rid of her!”

“And I did, sir,” the man said mildly. He was American and young, closer in age to Mei than to her parents, with short brown hair and an easy smile. “She vanished and the cops wrote it off as a suicide, just like we agreed.”

“You were supposed to kill her!” Feng snapped. “Not put her in some sex dungeon!”

To his credit, Luther nodded thoughtfully at the man’s words. “I know, and you’re right, sir. I promise, it was not my intention to deceive either of you. I simply thought that if I explained my full plans for your daughter, you might find them too distressing. I believed I was doing you a kindness by letting you assume I was going to kill her. Still, it was a lie by omission, and I apologize for it.”

This appeared to mostly mollify his wife, but Feng was still angry. “And what now?” he demanded. “Due to your deception, she is now here, on our couch! Getting dirt and worse all over it!“ They would have to burn the thing when this was all over.

“First, sir, I am sorry about your couch,” Luther said. “Please allow me to buy you a new one. As for her…” He glanced at Mei, and his tone grew less formal. “Nobody knows she’s here, right? I didn’t see any nosy neighbors when I came in, nobody peeking through their curtains looking to catch another glimpse of a naked girl wandering the streets. We can wait until dark, and then I’ll bring her home in my van, just like I did the first time. Is she drugged?”

“Yes, but only a couple sleeping pills.”

Luther nodded. “Do you still have the bottle? I’d like to confirm the dosage before administering any more, but it should be simple to keep her sedated until tonight.”

“Is that… is that necessary?” Yue asked hesitantly.

Feng scoffed. “What, you want to take her back? Be a family again? She was a disgrace even before this man spent the last three years doing god knows what to her!” The sight of her body alone, in such a mutilated and unkempt state, would bring shame to their family name for generations if it became public knowledge.

“Not like that! I just…” His wife’s voice turned sly. “Don’t you want to hear more about what happened to her? I know what you like, dear, and you can’t tell me there’s nothing appealing about that thing on our couch.”

Feng’s cheeks grew hot, and he gave Luther a sidelong glance, expecting to see a smirk on the young man’s face, but his expression remained polite and friendly. “[This is not a discussion we should have with outsiders],” he told Yue gruffly. “And that THING is our daughter!”

“It WAS our daughter. She died three years ago, yes? Could not live with being such an awful disappointment, What is on the couch right now is just, what is the term she used, a fucktoy?”

“Exactly right, ma’am,” Luther confirmed. “She has been a fucktoy for the last three years, and if you do want to speak with her, I’m sure she would have plenty of interesting stories to tell.”

“I will not allow it,” Feng said firmly.

Yue sighed softly. “If you insist, dear, then I will not argue. But I would like to ask you one question first. Did you hear what she said while you were in the kitchen?”

“…No.”

She gave him a mischievous smile, the same one that always sent a pleasant chill down his spine. “She said that the only thing she has been drinking this whole time is piss and semen. I would wager that she is going to be very thirsty when she wakes up, don’t you? I imagine he could piss straight down her throat and she would thank him for it.” She turned to Luther. “She DOES thank you for it, yes?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, amused. “One of the first lessons I beat into her. Did she tell you what I feed her?”

“No, but I would love to find out. And you, dear? Would you like to hear all about how someone finally found a use for our daughter? Or would you rather never hear another detail, and just go watch the television some more?”

“Fine,” Feng admitted. “But are you sure she won’t run away, or attract attention?”

“No worries there, sir,” Luther assured him. “She’s tried to run a few times over the years, but I saw what she did to her foot. She won’t be running anywhere ever again. And your house is isolated enough on this street that she can scream all she wants, it won’t draw attention.“

Feng hesitated. “[You’re certain you want to do this, dear?]”

“[Come over here],” his wife said. “[Now give me your hand…]” She laced her fingers in his and guided his hand under her clothes, letting him feel how damp her crotch was. “[What do you think, dear? Does my flower feel unsure to you? And what about you…]” Still using his hand to stroke herself, Yue gently placed her other hand on his pants and gave his member a soft squeeze. “[Mmm, this part of you feels QUITE certain. I can’t remember the last time you were this hard.]”

“I can, uh, give you two some privacy if you want,” Luther offered, his head turned to look away.

“[I still do not like that he lied to us],” Feng muttered.

“[I know. It wasn’t right of him to do that. But I believe him when he says he meant well, and that he is genuinely sorry. He is a good boy at heart, don’t you think? I expect his parents are quite proud of him.]”

Perhaps they were. It was difficult to imagine this polite, respectful young man not being his parents’ pride and joy, completely unlike their own daughter. “No,” Feng said to Luther. “Privacy will not be necessary. Go ahead and wake her.”

“Thank you, sir.” Luther’s mild smile turned a bit wolfish. “I should warn you in advance, I’ve found a certain kind of demeanor works best to keep your daughter in line. You may want to cover your ears.”

He walked over to the couch and leaned down, his lips close enough to kiss Mei’s ear if he wanted. Then he bellowed at the top of his lungs, “WHO SAID YOU WERE ALLOWED ON THE FURNITURE, CUNT?!”

Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed a fistful of raven hair and dragged the girl off the couch and onto the floor. She gaped up at him, looking as shocked as Feng had felt when he’d seen her come back from the dead.

“But, but, but what, how?” Mei stuttered. Her eyes darted around and lit on her parents. “Why is he-“

One hand still holding her up by the hair, Luther cut her off with a brutal slap to the face that snapped her neck to the side. “Out in the wild for a few hours and you’ve already forgotten your manners, cunt?!” he snarled, and backhanded her. “Fucktoys speak when spoken to!” A third slap, both of her cheeks now bright red. “Fucktoys never ask questions!”

She looked past him, directly at Feng. “Call the police!” she shouted frantically. “This is him! This is-“

Luther batted her head back and forth until Feng thought he was going to break her neck. “Fucktoys! Speak! When! Spoken! To! Fucktoys! Never! Ask! Questions! Fucktoys! Never! Give! Orders!”

He paused with his hand still raised, daring her to try again. She quavered and looked down in silent submission. Satisfied, Luther released her hair and let her sprawl on the ground. “Present yourself, cunt!” he barked.

The phrase appeared to hold special meaning, because Mei began trying to scramble into a specific position. Tried and failed, immediately losing her balance and falling down.

“What’s taking so long, cunt?” Luther demanded. “I look away and you’ve already grown fat and lazy again?!”

“I’m sorry, master,” she whined, trying to rise back up again. “It, it’s harder with, with my foot…”

“And whose fucking fault is that?!” he snapped. “Huh?! Answer the question, cunt!”

“M-mine, master…”

“So now that you’re a one legged fucktoy, even more worthless than before, whose fault is it that it’s harder to present yourself?!”

“M-mine, master…”

“Damn fucking straight,” he said, and spat on her face.

Feng was impressed despite himself. Luther seemed like a completely different person now, and from the way his daughter quailed at his gaze, let alone his voice and hands, she was absolutely terrified of him. Feng had never seen his daughter act half so meekly with anyone before.

After a few more tries, and an unceasing stream of vitriol from Luther, Mei finally achieved the position he wanted. It was a low squat, so low that her butt nearly touched the ground and Feng’s own knees burned a little just seeing it. Her ankles were pressed together, while her knees were spread so wide they pointed in opposite directions. The effect left her crotch fully exposed, and he caught Yue eyeing their daughter’s spread pussy with clear interest.

The girl’s hands were laced behind the back of her head as she wobbled in place, and her back was arched, thrusting her small breasts out and making them seem larger than usual.

If Luther was pleased at her success, he didn’t show it. “Move those tits, you lazy cunt!” He demanded. “How am I supposed to want to fuck your ugly ass if you won’t even bounce your titties for me?!”

“Yes master!” she squeaked, out of breath, and began jiggling her foot up and down. This nearly made her fall all over again, but she stayed upright, her breasts flapping obscenely.

“And smile, stupid cunt! No one likes a sad fucktoy!”

“Yes master!” Mei’s lips stretched into a wide, insincere smile that showed off her many missing teeth. She looked ridiculous, a grinning gap toothed slut with bouncing boobs and her pussy spread wide for anyone to see. Feng’s cock pressed hard against his pants, and he had to admit he wasn’t regretting this.

“I haven’t heard your morning greeting yet, cunt! You say it when I wasn’t looking?!”

“No master!”

“Then why the fuck aren’t I hearing it now?!”

“Good morning master!” Mei shouted as she smiled and bounced in place. “It’s another bright, beautiful day in fucktoy paradise! Thank you for fishing this worthless cunt from the trash and turning her into your personal cum dump! She can’t wait for another wonderful day of fucking and sucking!”

Luther looked back at her parents and smiled, speaking in a far more normal, calm tone of voice. “Take a good look, ask about anything you want.”

“I want to know about her teeth,” Yue said eagerly. “How did she lose them?”

Luther glared at Mei, his expression changing like a switch had been flipped. “You heard your mother, cunt! Show her what happens when you’re too fucking clumsy to mind your teeth during a suck job!”

The girl trembled, her already red cheeks heating up further. “M-master makes me-“

He didn’t slap her this time, opting instead for a punch to the face that made her collapse backwards, blood leaking from her nose. “I said SHOW, not TELL, you stupid cunt!”

“B-but I haven’t-“ Mei began to protest.

Luther was on her in an instant, one hand clamped over her mouth. “I am sick of your fucking backtalk!” he roared as her nosebleed dribbled over his fingers. He looked back at Feng and Yue again, and in a much milder tone, asked “Do you mind if I take my pants off? Bare handed is nice, but this isn’t the first time your daughter was too stupid to remember orders without spending some time with my leather belt first.” Mei whimpered.

“Oh please, go right ahead,” Yue encouraged. “You don’t need to bother leaving your underwear on either.” When Feng gave her a look, she shrugged one shoulder. “[Don’t be jealous, dear],” she told him. “[I just want to get a good look at what he’s been putting into our daughter all this time.]”

Luther used one hand to unbuckle his belt, and then pulled down his pants and boxers. Yue’s eyes sparkled at the sight, and even Feng privately agreed the man was quite well endowed. He looked at Mei’s pussy again, imagining it split open as she was crushed beneath her master, and his own cock throbbed again.

Their daughter was staring up at Luther with wide eyes, trying to communicate her obedience without angering him by speaking again, but he wasn’t having any of it. He slammed the leather belt down across her breasts and the girl squealed in pure agony around his palm. “Not another word!” he ordered, lashing her tits repeatedly. “Not a single fucking word!” Every few strokes he’d change up and bring the leather down hard on her pussy instead, and her legs would twitch and convulse as she squealed. “Next time you talk out of turn, I’m going to chew both of your ugly nipples off! Do you think I’m bluffing, cunt?!”

Mei shook her head quickly.

Feng had never been a violent man, and Luther’s treatment of his daughter was undeniably intense, but he saw nothing objectionable about it. Quite the opposite, in fact. In the three decades since they’d migrated here, Feng had often found himself bemoaning the state of American women. They were all like his daughter, disobedient brats who put themselves before others. They flaunted themselves, spoke without the proper respect, and cared more about living out their own selfish fantasies than being proper wives and mothers. They had gotten it in their heads somehow that they deserved to be “equals”, whatever that was supposed to mean, and valued this silly idea over the greater good.

Over time, he’d realized that much of the blame for their rotten demeanors fell not on the women themselves, but on American men. They were far too lenient with their women: entertaining their puerile fantasies of independence, encouraging their indecent behaviors. And they all seemed to act as though raising a hand against your wife was something shameful, instead of an act of love. Yue had never given him cause to strike her, but they both knew that if he did, it would only be because she had done something to deserve it, and that he would be doing it for her own sake.

So he was pleased to see that there was at least one American who knew that violence was sometimes the only way to correct a woman’s failings. And this Luther appeared to understand quite well that a woman’s relationship to her man was meant to be a servile one. This wasn’t some distasteful misogynistic concept like Mei had often claimed, just the natural order, the key to a harmonious relationship. Men were meant to lead, women to follow, and disaster visited both when one refused to play their proper role.

“One! Fucking! Word!” Luther warned a final time, and finished by smashing the belt against her pussy once again. “Now get the fuck on with it!”

As soon as he unclamped his hand from her mouth, Mei scurried to obey, presenting herself for them once again. The belt lashed her breasts. “I don’t see bouncing titties, cunt!”

Her breasts jiggling again, wide smile plastered across her face, Mei reached into her mouth with the index finger and thumb of her left hand. Feng watched in awe as she selected one of her back teeth, her nails digging into her gums hard enough to draw blood.

It took his daughter a minute to yank her own tooth out. It resisted, and her fingers grew slick with spit and blood, but Luther’s glare kept her going. Finally, there was a wet tearing sound, and then she was sticking out her tongue, showing off the bloody molar she’d placed there,

“Now get rid of it,” he said curtly, not even acknowledging her obedience.

“Yeth mathuhh,” she said meekly, retracted her tongue, and swallowed.

“Nothing else to add, cunt?!” he snarled.

“Yes, master!” she shouted, standing rigid at full attention even as her foot bounced her up and down. “This worthless fucktoy apologizes for not doing a better job of sucking master’s dick! She apologizes for becoming an even uglier gap toothed cunt because she was too lazy to serve you properly! Thank you for helping her do better in the future! Thank you letting her be your garbage disposal!”

“Does her stomach digest them?” Yue asked, fascinated. “Or do they just, what is the word, pass?”

“Answer the question, cunt!” Luther yelled when Mei didn’t respond immediately.

“Th-they get digested eventually,” the girl said, clearly uncomfortable talking about it. “But usually not, not on the first try.”

“So they DO pass,” Yue said, pleased. “You are going to defecate soon and see that little tooth floating in the toilet bowl, yes?”

Luther chuckled. “A toilet? Do you shit in a toilet, cunt?”

“I, I shit in my bowl,” Mei said unhappily.

“WHAT bowl?” he pressed. She looked down in shame, then yelped as his belt struck her across the tits again. “WHAT bowl, cunt?!”

“My food bowl!” she wailed out loud.

“And why are you shitting in your food bowl?!” Luther asked with a smirk, and belted her again. “Your parents want to know what your life is like now, cunt, so tell them!”

Yue was watching the exchange with a look of sheer delight, and Feng felt a smile come across his own face as he listened. Mei had been a fussy eater even as a young child, throwing tantrums when they forced her to eat anything that wasn’t American enough for her. Even after she came back home, she would complain loudly about every home cooked meal her mother made, referring to their traditional cuisine as disgusting slop.

“I shit in my food bowl because I eat shit!” their picky daughter yelled. Breasts jiggling, smile on her face, she continued, the words flowing out like she’d said them a hundred times before. “I’m a fucktoy because I’m a worthless, pathetic lump of meat that can’t do anything but get fucked! I’m a shit eating fucktoy because I can’t even do that well! Feeding a stupid cunt like me anything but shit would be a waste, so shit is all I ever eat!”

“Those things… did you teach her to say those?” Yue asked.

Luther nodded. “I’ll rotate statements from time to time to keep things fresh, but when you hear her talk like that, it’s probably something she’s said at least a hundred times a day for the last year, usually while being fucked. Making her degrade herself out loud is a key component of cognitive behavioral therapy. Basically, the more she says something, the more her brain comes to treat it as fact. Deep down she still doesn’t believe most of what she says about herself, of course, but every day it becomes harder for her not to.”

He raised his voice. “What do worthless fucktoys like you eat for breakfast, cunt?!” He gave Yue and Feng a sly wink.

“Worthless fucktoys like me shit in a bowl and lap it up, master! It’s a warm gooey breakfast that has everything I need to start another wonderful day in fucktoy paradise!”

“What do worthless fucktoys like you eat for lunch?!”

“Worthless fucktoys like me take a quick break from all our fucking and sucking to eat a bag full of dried dog turds that master so thoughtfully collected from the local dog park! They’re a crispy, juicy snack that remind me how lucky I am to have such a kind master!”

“And what do worthless fucktoys like you eat for dinner?!”

“Worthless fucktoys like me open wide so master can shit straight into her mouth! It’s a soft, sticky dinner that fills my belly after my wonderful day in fucktoy paradise! When it’s over, I tell master how much I love our life together by French kissing his butthole until it’s shiny and clean!”

“What did you eat yesterday, cunt?!”

“Your shit, my shit, and dog shit, master! I love eating shit so much, I lapped my food bowl clean, I ate the plastic doggy bag, and I French kissed master’s butthole!”

“What are you going to eat tomorrow?!”

“Your shit, my shit, and dog shit, master! I love eating shit so much, I’ll lap my food bowl clean, I’ll eat the plastic doggy bag, and I’ll French kiss master’s butthole!”

Luther smiled at her parents. “See?”

“That’s really ALL you feed her?” Yue asked in awe.

He shrugged. “I mix some vitamins in too, occasionally put her on an IV drip, but otherwise, yes ma’am.” His tone grew harsh. “You have any complaints about your diet, cunt?”

“No, master!” Mei said immediately. “This stupid cunt loves living in fucktoy paradise, where every item on the menu is her favorite because every item is a filthy pile of shit! It’s the yummiest food in the whole wide world, and I’m so grateful to have it for every meal of every day!”

“So…” Yue said slowly, “when that tooth of hers passes…?” Her gleaming eyes suggested she already knew the answer full well, but she wanted to hear it out loud.

“What are you going to do then, cunt?!” Luther asked.

“I’ll gobble it back up, master!” Mei answered, and Yue let out a happy little moan. “Again and again until it’s gone!”

“The first time I fucked your daughter,” Luther confided, “she was on her period, big bloody tampon in there, so I pulled the thing out and made her eat it. Now, some of it was made out of cotton, and that broke right up, but the rest was rayon fibers. Do you know how long it takes for the human body to digest rayon?” Yue shook her head. “Neither do I, but I can promise it’s more than three years! To this day she’s still shitting those fibers out and gulping them back down!”

He laughed, and Yue joined him. After a moment, Feng did too, caught up in their good mood. And why shouldn’t he find this situation amusing? His ungrateful, disappointing brat of a daughter had been thoroughly put in her place. Even now, with no attention on her, she was still smiling and bouncing in her squatting position, terrified of facing her owner’s wrath again for slacking off. She looked ridiculous, and it felt only too right to laugh at her.

“[She seems so much better behaved now],” he said to Yue. “[It warms my heart.]”

His wife nodded. “[Yes, mine too. I know this isn’t what we paid for, but don’t be too upset with Luther.]” She gave the young man’s shoulder a friendly pat. “We both think you have been very good for her.”

“She’s a stupid, lazy cunt, and always will be,” Luther told them. “But even she can be trained as long as you’re strict with her. Which reminds me, I still haven’t punished her for trying to escape. Do you mind if I do that now?”

To Feng’s astonishment and delight, Mei pissed herself at his words, the yellow stream spurting from between her legs.

“You filthy goddamned cunt!” Luther roared, rounding on her immediately. “Did I give you permission to piss on their floor?!”

“N-n-no master!”

“Then why did you do it?!”

“B-because I’m just a dumb fuck-up, master!”

“Lick your fucking mess up!”

“Wait!” Feng interrupted. Mei looked up at her father with wide, hopeful eyes. He glanced at his wife. “[Do you mind if I…?]” he asked.

“[I’m surprised you waited this long],” she answered back with a smile. “[Just be quick. I can’t wait to see how he punishes her.]”

When Feng unzipped his pants and produced his cock, the hope in his daughter’s eyes wavered. When his piss stream struck her jiggling breasts, it vanished completely. He angled the stream up, aiming for her mouth. She was indeed a well trained fucktoy, because despite the look of utter despair, she opened wide and gulped down his urine as it arrived.

“Feels so satisfying, watching it go straight down her throat, doesn’t it, sir?” Luther commented, and Feng nodded. “I haven’t pissed anywhere else in three years.”

As his stream ran out, Feng stepped forward to let the last of it dribble out onto her waiting tongue. He was caught completely by surprise when her mouth latched onto him, swallowing his entire shaft in an instant. For a moment he tensed, expecting her to bite down on him in an act of revenge, but she only sucked, soft and insistent.

“She’s just wringing out what’s left in your urethra,” Luther told him. “Like she’s trained to. You want to use her mouth for anything else, you go right ahead, of course.”

“No…” Feng said slowly as her mouth pulled away. Mei was looking up at him fearfully, her lips still close enough to his cock that he could feel her hot, panting breaths on his skin. She looked so right like this, so beautiful, even with all the scars and filth… no, especially with them.

He patted his daughter’s head. “You make a good toilet,” he told her sincerely before tucking his cock away. A tear ran down her cheek.

“What do you say, cunt?!” Luther growled.

“Th-thank you for feeding me your piss, mas…” She stumbled over the usual title.

“You forget who he is?!” Luther asked. “Or you just think you’re too fucking good to address him properly?!”

“No, master, sorry master! Um…” Mei took a deep breath. “Thank you for feeding me your piss, D-Dad, it was-“

Feng had never slapped someone before, and it made his palm sting. It was worth it, though, to feel his daughter submit directly, by his own hand. Yes, violence was an excellent tool for curbing bad behavior, and he was glad Luther appeared to be a connoisseur of it. “You will no longer address me with such disrespect,” he said gruffly.

“Thank you for feeding me your piss… Honored Father,” Mei told him. “It was hot and delicious. This worthless fucktoy loves being your toilet.”

“You’ll be a sobbing and bloody toilet if you don’t get on with it,” Luther growled. “Clean up that piss, cunt!”

The puddle of urine had grown considerably, fed by what Feng hadn’t been able to deposit in her stomach, but Mei made short work of it, her tongue running up and down the hardwood with practiced skill. On hands and knees, ass in the air, she lapped up every last drop in a matter of moments, then presented herself to them again.

“I thought smashing your fingers up with a hammer would be enough to get it through even your thick skull that escape was a bad idea,” Luther said. “But you’re an even dumber cunt than I realized. Or maybe I was just too soft on you, letting you keep one hand intact. Won’t make that mistake again. Chew your middle finger off, cunt.”

Yue gasped, a little grin appearing, as Mei held her left hand in front of her and stared at it. Her long, delicate fingers trembled, and a small animal like whine escaped her throat.

“Don’t got all day, cunt!” Luther snapped. “Do it now, or I’ll do it for you!” He bared his teeth at her. “Who do you think is gonna make it hurt more?”

She hesitated for one more second, then scrunched her eyes close and jabbed her finger into her mouth. She winced as her teeth closed around it.

“Gonna have to gnaw it off, cunt,” Luther said with satisfaction. “You still have the teeth for it, barely. Grind down, tear into that flesh and bone. And remember: you did this to yourself. Could have just been another wonderful day in fucktoy paradise if you didn’t try and run.”

For a long moment, nothing happened. Then blood began to seep out around her teeth as they visibly sank into her flesh, the bright red liquid running down her wrist. “[Oh my god…!]” Yue whispered, her unblinking eyes fixed on the sight as though she was trying to memorize every detail. “[She’s really doing it!]”

It took some time for their daughter’s teeth to get through her entire finger. Like Luther had said, she had to gnaw on it first, exposing bone and tendon by degrees as she wore it down. Her entire body shuddered as she worked, and the moans and little sounds she made the entire time were expressions of pure, miserable agony.

Feng had never witnessed anything like it in real life and it was… intoxicating. He had seen violence often enough on the television, and it was frequently greater in scale than this, the victim’s reaction more dramatic. But this was completely different. Real pain, real injury, real distress. This wasn’t a clever illusion of makeup and acting, it was a mutilation that would last forever. Even if she stopped now, she would bear the scars all her life.

And it was Mei doing it. The girl who had so often been surly, stubborn, refusing to follow requests simply because it was her parents asking. Now she was so obedient, she would chew her own finger off if ordered.

There was a loud, satisfying crack when her teeth finally crunched through the bone, and then she pulled her hand away, strips of bloody flesh first stretching, then tearing off completely, until there was only a stump where her middle finger had just been.

“Keep chewing, cunt,” Luther told her. “Take your time, we don’t want any chunks getting stuck in your throat. Once you’ve swallowed it all down, we’ll do the next finger.” Mei nodded unhappily, her jaw working. “We can wait until you’re home to cauterize them, give you something to look forward to.”

He turned to the others. “Her mouth is going to be too busy to talk for a little while, but the rest of her is still available for use. Did you want to try her?”

In the beginning, Feng would have said no. Mei was a pathetic, ungrateful brat who hadn’t deserved to be born, but she was still his daughter, and it wouldn’t be right. That had been before he’d seen how beautiful her breasts could look as they bounced, though, or felt how soft her lips could be around his shaft. Now he felt more conflicted.

“[Go ahead],” Yue encouraged, sensing his hesitation. “[After all this time, someone finally found a use for Mei. She will be honored to demonstrate to her father that she has found her true calling in life. Isn’t that right, daughter?]”

Mei nodded unhappily, still chewing.

“[And you?]” Feng asked.

“[Aiya, not yet],” his wife said. “[Ask me again when her mouth is free. For now, you two have fun.]”

“Yes, I would like to try her,” Feng told Luther. Mei whimpered quietly.

“Happy to hear it, sir. Cunt or ass?”

“I…” Feng had never imagined being asked whether he’d rather fuck his daughter’s cunt or asshole. It was an absurd question, and at the same time, quite freeing. Yes, he could choose. He could fuck his daughter now, and it was up to him which hole he used, not her.

“[Oh, perhaps you should try anal!]” Yue said eagerly. “[I know you have been curious about it for a long time, but too nervous about hurting me. What better opportunity to find out what it’s like?]”

Feng nodded. “Her ass,” he told Luther.

“You got it, sir. Present that ass, cunt!”

Mei obeyed, falling to her knees and bending over until her face was pressed into the floor and her butt was sticking up in the air. Then she reached back with her hands, careful not to brush the stump against anything, and carefully spread her ass cheeks. As his wife had said, Feng had watched his fair share of anal pornography, and his daughter’s looked less like a fresh virgin’s starfish and more like a veteran’s well traveled tunnel, the hole still gaping slightly from whenever it had last been used.

Still, it looked tight and welcoming, and as he stared at it, thinking about how his cock would soon be sheathed in there, he felt a stir of excitement, and any remaining hesitation about fucking his own daughter melted away. This wasn’t the little girl he’d once loved, just a used up fucktoy about to show him a good time.

“Please enjoy my butthole, ma- Honored Father,” Mei said as he approached. “Your fucktoy will do her best to make it warm and snug for you. If I do a good job, please reward me with a hot load of cum in my guts.” His cock twitched, nearly ready to give her that reward right now, but Feng restrained himself.

He’d heard you had to start slow with anal sex, ease yourself in gently, but his daughter’s ass accepted his entire cock as easily as her throat had. Her guts were a soft, pulsing vise around him, and for the second time he had to resist the urge to cum immediately.

Instead he grabbed her hips and pumped in and out of her with his full length, not in any hurry, taking his time to savor the sensation of her grasping rectum. Mei matched his pace, her ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she slid herself up and down his shaft.

As he slowly and steadily ass fucked his daughter, he felt a sudden surge of jealousy towards Luther. He’d gotten to do this whenever he wanted for these last three years. What had Mei said when she first came home, that he raped her at least seven or eight times a day? That had seemed like an impossible marathon when Feng first heard it, but now it felt downright modest.

But the feeling evaporated as he looked down at his daughter. She was still rocking her hips against him, pleasuring him with her rectal muscles, wordlessly doing everything she could to help him enjoy raping her. That wasn’t a change that had happened overnight, not to a stubborn, prideful girl like Mei. He and Yue had spent more than twenty years trying and failing to mold their daughter into something better, and this Luther had managed it in just three.

His methods were extreme, certainly, but Feng could not argue the results. His daughter had ended up where she was thanks to her own bad attitude and disdain for her parents. He felt no sympathy for what she’d endured, only satisfaction that someone had finally taught her manners. Yes, Luther had more than earned the right to enjoy his success.

Yue was whispering something in the young man’s ear, and from the way he was nodding and smiling, he liked what he was hearing. “I had an idea to make this first time extra special for both of you,” she told Feng. “Dear, would you please raise our daughter’s head for me?”

When Feng saw his wife had Luther’s leather belt in her hands, he knew exactly what she intended, and his groin tingled in anticipation. He leaned down first to speak in Mei’s ear. “Keep going at this same pace,” he told her. “No slower, no faster. If you fail, I will tell your master that you need to be punished. Do you understand?”

The words were probably unnecessary, but they felt so good to say, and even better to watch his once defiant daughter nod obediently. He let go of her hips to grab her hair in both hands and lift, forcing her to arch her back and present her tits to her waiting mother.

Yue smiled her thanks and began lashing those tits with the belt.

The way Mei’s asshole stiffened and clenched with each blow was pure heaven to Feng, and he moaned out loud. His daughter whimpered and squealed every time, but she was well trained indeed, because her hips never faltered, still fucking him at the exact pace he wanted.

If it was up to him, he would’ve spent the entire day in her ass, his cock being worshipped by his tamed and repentant daughter, but all too soon he was finishing, thick gobs of cum shooting into her as he experienced one of the best orgasms of his life. Mei’s hips never stopped moving, even as he began to soften and shrink inside her.

“Still working on your meal, cunt?” Luther barked while Yue put down the belt with clear reluctance.

“N-no, master,” Mei said, panting with exertion. She opened her mouth to show that she’d swallowed the entire chewed finger, her teeth streaked with blood and gore. “Thank you for letting this worthless fucktoy be your garbage disposal.”

“Then stop being lazy and clean your fucking mess!”

“Yes, master!” She swiveled around, Feng’s cock slipping out of her. His shaft came out filthy, smeared in a foul smelling slime that had to be a mix of shit and cum, but she swallowed it without hesitation, her tongue soft and gentle as it began cleaning him. He’d just raped her, and SHE was being considerate of HIM.

That settled it. “Luther,” Feng said sternly. “Come here, please.”

“Yes, sir?” the young man responded, confused but obedient.

“I wish that you had been more honest about your intentions with my daughter from the beginning,” Feng told him. “But I have nothing but respect and admiration for the way you have cared for her, and you should be proud of what you have accomplished. I am glad that you did not kill her, that you instead found her a new purpose in life.” He offered the man his hand. “Thank you for turning my daughter into your fucktoy.”

“Yes,” Yue agreed. “It is a marvelous transformation.”

Luther gratefully shook his hand. “Thank you, sir. And thank you as well, ma’am. I am honored that you both approve of what I have done with her.”

Both men looked down at Mei, still quietly tonguing the ass slime off her father’s cock. “She’ll suck you hard again if you want another round,” Luther offered. “Or we can resume the Q&A.”

At this point, fucking Mei sounded like a better use of their time than talking to her, but Feng wasn’t the only one here. Yue had not only helped push him to try this, she had gone out of her way to make it better for him. “Later, perhaps,” he said. “For now, I expect my wife has more questions.” Yue gave him a grateful smile.

“Absolutely,” Luther said. “But first…” He reached into his discarded pants and pulled out a penknife. “She needs a new tally. One fuck, one mark. It is only right you do it, sir.”

Feng humbly accepted the knife from him. Mei flinched at the sight, but continued her gentle tongue bath. He looked over her scarred body, trying to decide the best place to put it, the best way to forever commemorate getting to ass fuck her. “May I do more than just a line?” he asked. “I will keep it small.”

“Go for it,” Luther said cheerfully. “What are you thinking?”

“I want her to always remember this one. To know right away, every time she sees it, where it came from.”

Luther nodded appreciatively. “I think I know just the spot.” He slapped the back of Mei’s head. “Stop wasting time, cunt! I know you’re already done cleaning him!”

“Y-yes, master,” she said, pulling away from Feng to reveal a clean shaft glistening with her spit.

“Yes master,” Luther mocked. “You think if you put it off long enough, I’m gonna forget about the rest of your fingers? You got plenty more chewing in your future, cunt. Now on your back, legs spread!”

He knelt beside her, and pointed at her shaved pubic mound. “Been saving this spot for a special occasion. Happy to let you use it, sir.” Feng looked closer and saw that he was right: it was perhaps the largest patch of unmarked skin left on her entire body.

“Hold still,” he told his daughter. “If you move, I will be unhappy.” She shivered, but held still while he worked, each cut quick, clean, and deep: 孝.

“What does it mean?” Luther asked when he was done.

Yue answered for him. “Filial piety. The proper attitude of respect and obedience towards one’s parents. It is something our daughter never possessed until you.”

“Most daughters do not show it by, as she put it, taking a hot load of her father’s cum in her guts,” Feng added, and handed the knife back over. “But Mei has never been one for tradition. I am sure it pleases her to have found such an innovative way to demonstrate her new attitude. Is that not right, daughter?”

Mei had been staring down at the character inscribed on her flesh, her eyes wet with fresh tears. “Y-yes, Honored Father,” she said.

“Where are your manners, cunt?!” Luther growled.

“Thank you f-for writing on me, Honored Father!” she shouted as the tears rolled down. “Every time this worthless fucktoy sees it, she will remember the time that Honored Father ass fucked her!”

“The FIRST time,” Yue called out, and Feng’s cock twitched at the implication. Yes, they still had all day, didn’t they?

Mei whimpered. “Every time this worthless fucktoy sees it, she will remember the first time that Honored Father ass fucked her!”

“Stop blubbering, cunt!” Luther said, and spat on her again. “Present yourself for more questions!”

“Is it a problem that she is gay?” Yue asked once Mei was ready, smiling through her tears and bouncing again.

“Not at all,” Luther said. “In fact, it’s made training her easier for both of us.” He glared at the girl. “What is the number one rule for fucktoys?!”

A look of misery appeared on Mei’s face, though she kept up the smile. “Fucktoys aren’t allowed to cum, master! A fucktoy who enjoys herself won’t be focused on her master’s pleasure!”

“And what do we call fucktoys who break that rule?!”

“We call them filthy rape sluts, master!”

“And what if she’s gay?!”

“That’s a filthy dyke rape slut, master!”

“What if she cums while getting pounded in the ass?!”

“That’s a filthy, butt bouncing rape slut, master!”

“What about while getting drilled in her cunt?!”

“That’s a filthy, twat clenching rape slut, master!”

“With a cock down her throat?!”

“A filthy, cum gargling rape slut, master!”

“While she still has the taste of fresh shit in her mouth?!”

“A filthy, shit munching rape slut, master!”

“With her master’s piss still hot in her belly?”

“A filthy, piss guzzling rape slut, master!”

Luther paused, and gave Yue a little bow. “Would you like to do the honors, ma’am?”

“Ahhh,” she said, pleased. “So thoughtful. I wish you were my son.” She walked over to Mei and crouched so she could look her in the eye, the two women only inches apart. “What does that make you, daughter of mine?”

“It makes me a filthy, piss guzzling, shit munching, cum gargling, twat clenching, butt bouncing, dyke rape slut, Honored Mother!” Mei shouted as she reluctantly met her gaze.

“Why?” Yue asked innocently.

“Because I’m a dyke who came with master’s cock up my ass and in my cunt and down my throat! I came with his shit on my breath and his piss in my belly! It means even when I bitch and moan like the lazy cunt I am, I know that I belong in fucktoy paradise! It means that no matter how cruel master ever is with me, I’m a filthy, piss guzzling, shit munching, cum gargling, twat clenching, butt bouncing, dyke rape slut who deserves every second!”

Yue made a soft, pleased sound in the back of her throat. “Yes, that is what I thought.”

Then she slapped her daughter across the face, hard enough to knock her over.

She rose serenely while Mei struggled to get back in position, motivated by Luther and his belt. “All that grief you gave me,” she said with a sniff. “All those times you told me that you couldn’t live a lie, that it would kill you to remain in the closet all your life. All that childish whining, from a filthy rape slut.”

“I’m sorry, Honored Mother,” Mei begged as she got back up. “I should never have come out. I should have done as you wanted and married a good man.”

“Yes,” Yue agreed, “you should have.” She inclined her head towards Luther. “But it pleases me to know you have ended up with one anyway. What does your master do after you cum like the filthy rape slut you are?”

Mei managed to look even more miserable than before. “Every time I, I cum without permission, he takes nail clippers and he… tears a tiny chunk off of my clitoris.“ Just saying it out loud made her shudder violently.

“She still has plenty left,” Luther said. “But give her a few more years, I’m sure the slut will end up with a full circumcision.”

“I had a question as well,” Feng said mildly. Yue grinned at him, pleased to see him participating. “I have heard you both use this term ‘fucktoy paradise’. What is the meaning?”

“Master’s basement is fucktoy paradise!” Mei said loudly, falling into another practiced speech. “The perfect forever home for a fucktoy like me! It has the dog cage I sleep in, the food bowl I shit in, and all the tools for training even this worthless cunt to fuck and suck her master the way he deserves!”

“Tell me more about this basement,” Feng said.

“The floor and walls are bare concrete, because this fucktoy would grow lazy if she rested on anything softer! The entire ceiling is covered with bright lights that are always on, because this fucktoy would grow spoiled if she got to sleep in the dark! The temperature is always sweltering, because this fucktoy would grow fat from all the stinking shit she gobbles if she couldn’t sweat off the calories!”

“There is no risk of dehydration?” Feng asked, looking at Luther. It seemed like a silly question, to worry about his daughter’s health when he had handed her over to die, but it would be a shame for this man to have spent so much time and effort disciplining her only to lose her so quickly.

“Oh, she’s dehydrated pretty much 24/7,” Luther said. “I run an X-ray every month to check for internal issues, and her kidneys look worse every time. But she’s got good genetics, if nothing else; in my professional opinion, it will be another twenty or thirty years before there’s any real risk of kidney failure, and I have some preventative measures in mind to push the timeline out, as well as treatment options planned.”

“Professional opinion?” Feng asked, confused. “Is that… do all people who do this sort of thing have medical training?”

Yue laughed. “I told you back when we first hired him, dear, Luther is a doctor! Training our daughter is just a hobby!”

All this and a doctor? Feng’s admiration for the young man grew even greater. Yue was right: it was a shame he was not their son.

“I mostly work from home these days, and treat patients remotely,” Luther explained. “But yes, I am a licensed doctor. For the most part, your daughter’s condition looks worse than it is. Her joints are worn down, her immune system is largely defunct, and her cognitive functions are steadily deteriorating, but with careful attention and limited exposure to the outside world, these are all quality of life issues, not serious mortality risks. I have every confidence that barring the unexpected, your daughter will live to a ripe old age.” He shrugged, and gave them a boyish grin. “Of course, by the time she hits fifty, she’ll probably be experiencing more chronic pain than a woman twice her age, and I’ll be shocked if she still remembers her own name, but that’s her problem and no one else’s.”

He looked at Mei, still in position, and his gaze and tone sharpened. “You’ve got decades left with me, cunt! What do you think about that?!”

“This worthless fucktoy looks forward to a long and glorious life!” the girl shouted immediately. “She squandered her first twenty three years, but she’ll get to spend many more than that in fucktoy paradise where she belongs!”

“Tell them more about what you love so much about fucktoy paradise, cunt!”

“This worthless fucktoy loves bouncing on her master’s dick until he fills her womb with spunk! This worthless fucktoy loves rough buttfucks that end with his jizz in her guts! This worthless fucktoy loves choking on his fat prick until he shoots another warm load into her belly! This worthless fucktoy loves quenching her thirst by guzzling his hot piss! This worthless fucktoy loves eating her shit, his shit, and dog shit! She loves it so much, she laps her food bowl clean, she eats the plastic doggy bag, and she French kisses her master’s butthole!”

“Is fucking, sucking, piss guzzling, and shit gobbling all there is to do in fucktoy paradise?!”

“No master! When your bladder is drained, your bowels are empty, and I can’t get your dick hard anymore, that means it’s time for more training!”

“And how do I train such a pathetic, stupid, cunt?!”

“By beating my tits with your belt! By flogging my ass with the crop! By spanking my cunt with the paddle! By striping my thighs with the cane! By sticking needles under my toenails! By making me piss myself with the cattle prod! By putting pepper spray in my eyes! By shoving sandpaper up my ass! By putting cigarettes out on my tongue! By using me as a punching bag! By using me as a chew toy! By using me as a stress ball!”

“And what’s your job while being trained?!”

“I thank master for being so patient with such a dumb cunt! I thank master for putting up with a worthless fucktoy who still needs hours of training every day! I apologize to master for not making him cum more often! I apologize for not making him cum harder! I apologize for being so ugly! I apologize for not having tighter holes! I apologize for not having bigger tits! I apologize for being a disgusting cunt who reeks of piss, shit, and semen! I apologize for being a filthy, piss guzzling, shit munching, cum gargling, twat clenching, butt bouncing, dyke rape slut!”

“Remind them what the first words out of your mouth are every day!”

“Good morning master! It’s another bright, beautiful day in fucktoy paradise! Thank you for fishing this worthless cunt from the trash and turning her into your personal cum dump! She can’t wait for another wonderful day of fucking and sucking!”

“Tell them the last!”

“Good night master! Thank you for another wonderful day in fucktoy paradise! You work so hard to give this worthless cunt the life she deserves! Now I get to sleep in my very own dog cage, warm and toasty under the bright lights, with a happy belly full of shit and piss! I can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!”

Luther turned to Feng. “That about answer your question?”

“It was… quite thorough,” he said. “But she has not told me the most important part: what is it LIKE to live in this ‘fucktoy paradise’ of hers? In your own words, daughter. I wish to hear the truth.”

“It…” Mei hesitated for a second, and then the words came rushing out. “It’s a living nightmare where I’m always aching and tired and hungry and thirsty. It’s blinding lights that stab at my eyes and rough concrete that shreds my knees as I choke myself on master’s dick. It’s air that’s so hot and humid that I can barely breathe and my entire body is covered in a sticky layer of sweat and grime while I wrap my legs around master to help his seed reach my womb. It’s being head down and ass up, grinding my own face against the concrete while master tears into my guts, knowing I’ll have to suck the shit and cum off him when he’s done even though I’m still gagging on the lingering taste of my last ass rape.

“It’s being the prisoner of a man who calls me stupid and worthless and filthy, who rapes me and beats me and starves me, and trying so hard to be a good fucktoy for him. It’s pushing through the pain and the heat and the light and the hunger just to make him cum and cum and cum, longer and harder and more often. It’s doing all that and being punished for not doing more. He fucks me and hurts me and fucks me and hurts me, and the only time it stops is when I’m forced to eat another disgusting pile of shit, or to let him piss in my mouth, or to contort myself into a tiny dog cage, limbs twisted and cramping while I look up at the hot lights and pray I wake in my own bed. But I never do, the nightmare never ends, it just goes on and on and every day is worse and worse…”

She panted, the stream of anguish finally run dry. “Thank you, daughter,” Feng told her. “That is exactly what I hoped to hear. And this unending nightmare you describe, you love every minute of it, yes?”

“I…” Mei looked down as she answered, her voice meek and self-loathing. “Yes, Honored Father. Your daughter loves every minute in fucktoy paradise.”

“Did you know that we hired this man you call master?” he asked calmly.

She gave him a horrified look, her lower lip trembling. “Wh-what…? You’re why he…?”

Feng slapped her. “No, daughter. YOU are why. It was your bad attitude and disgraceful behavior that led to this. You have ended up in this fucktoy paradise you love so much because you were such a terrible daughter that we could not stand you anymore.” It felt incredible to say these words out loud to her. How many times had she ignored him, defied him, pretended that she knew better than he did? Now, at last, she was learning the cost of her disobedience.

“I… I’m sorry, Da- Honored Father,” Mei mewled, and it was the most genuine sounding apology he’d ever heard from her. “I’m sorry that I was such a terrible daughter to you and Honored Mother. I’m so, so sorry…”

“But all is well now, yes?” Yue said cheerfully. “Your father and I, we receive much love and well wishes after tragic loss of our only daughter. Our lives have been far better without you. And you have found your happy ending! You will never have to marry, or go back to school, or eat your mother’s disgusting slop. You will live happily ever after for many, many years.”

“…Yes, Honored Mother, I will live happily ever after in fucktoy paradise…”

Yue glowed at her daughter’s words, and turned to Feng. “May I ask another question now, dear? Or was there more you wanted?”

“No, I am quite satisfied with that answer,” he told her. “Go ahead, dear.”

“Luther,” his wife said, her tone playful now. “What do YOU think I should ask about?”

“Me, ma’am?” The young man asked, surprised.

“Yes, what is a good story she has not told us yet?”

“Hmmm…” He considered the question for a moment, then snapped his fingers. “Then I would recommend going around to her back, ma’am, and taking a closer look.”

“Oh?” Yue asked, intrigued. “Let me see… I see many more scars. You certainly are a virile young man. But I don’t see anything special about… ah, is this what you mean? These scratches here, they are something different.” Mei flinched as though she’d just been struck. “Where did these come from, daughter?”

Instead of answering immediately, Mei gave Luther a pleading look. “The fuck you looking at me, cunt?!” he snapped. “Answer the question!”

The words came out slower than usual, as though she was hoping someone would interrupt and save her from having to finish. “For the first few weeks, um… master just tortured me and raped me. I… I got to be a lazy cunt who just lay there and enjoyed herself. When master started… um, training me to be an active participant, a proper fucktoy for him, I… I was too much of a stuck up cunt to appreciate his offer, so… I told him I’d rather die than… than ever fuck him willingly. So he said… okay.”

“Okay?” Yue asked skeptically. Luther nodded.

“He said… said if I didn’t want to be a… if I didn’t want to… to be…”

“Spit it out, cunt!” Luther growled. “You keep being slow, maybe I’ll take a hammer to those fingers before you chew them. Mash them up into ready to eat, bite sized chunks for you, huh?”

“Master said that if I didn’t want to be a fucktoy for humans, I’d be a fucktoy for dogs instead!” she said quickly, her face dyed with shame.

Yue leaned in eagerly. “He made you fuck a dog?!”

“There… there were four of them,” Mei admitted. “Master kept me locked in a kennel with them for two months, and… and they all used me, whenever they wanted.” Her eyes became distant as she remembered. “The first time they knotted my cunt, I thought they were going to split me in half. I… I crawled to the edge of the kennel and screamed for master to take me back. I begged him to let me be his fucktoy instead.”

“You gave in that quickly, but he left you there for two whole months?”

Mei nodded. “Master said I… I needed to demonstrate what a good doggy fucktoy I could be before he’d consider making me a human one again. That meant I had to drink their piss and eat their shit, on my own volition. It meant I needed to convince all four of them to fuck my cunt, my ass, and my mouth at least once a day each. And I needed to do it all for a week straight, to prove I could be a dependable doggy fucktoy for them. Only then did master f-forgive me for being so inconsiderate.”

“Did they after fuck you again after that?” her mother asked.

“Yes, every Sunday is… Doggy Day. I spend the morning in the kennel, being a good bitch for my doggy owners.”

Yue frowned. “Isn’t today Sunday?”

“It is,” answered Luther grimly. “Which means those poor mutts had to go without a visit from their favorite toy this week. She deserves to be punished for that alone.” Mei flinched.

Feng had been sitting in his usual chair, basking in what remained of his post orgasm glow, but he stood at this. “I’ll be right back,” he said.

“[Something wrong?]” Yue asked.

“[Not at all!]” he assured her. “This will only take a minute.” He winked at her and left through the front door.

It took ten minutes, actually, and Feng was amused to see his wife had not let the time go to waste. Mei was on her knees again when he returned, leaning back with her head facing the ceiling and her arms behind her for support. Support she needed because her mother was sitting on her face, forcing Mei to support her entire weight while she ate the woman out.

“I see you have been having fun,” he said approvingly while watching Mei work. He couldn’t see her tongue, but the frenzied movements of her chin and cheeks told him that she was being very enthusiastic in her cunnilingus.

“Yes, it was a good opportunity for some long overdue mother daughter bonding,” Yue said, clearly having the time of her life. From the tear tracks on her face, Mei was having a similarly intense reaction, just in the opposite direction. “We have both gotten a lot off our chests. I got to tell her all the things I had to keep bottled up before, like how much I despised her, and how often I regretted not aborting her in the womb while I had the chance. And while I have been doing all of that, Mei has been busy apologizing to my pussy for ever being born.”

Her eyes sparkled. “But enough about us! Where did that fine young man come from?” Mei glanced over, and Feng caught the look of dismay when she noticed the large Great Dane with him.

“This good boy is Max,” he told them both. “He belongs to our neighbor down the street, remember? The one the HOA is always complaining does not fix his dogs and lets them chase every female around. I told him we were considering getting a similar breed ourselves, and he was happy to let us borrow Max for a few hours.”

“[You are too good to me, my love],” Yue told him.

“[It is no more than my cherished wife deserves],” he told her proudly.

“[We still have MUCH to discuss, daughter],” she told Mei. “[But that can wait. Make me cum one more time, and then we will see more of what you learned these last three years.]”

It only took a few minutes from Mei to manage it, juices spilling down her chin as her mother moaned in satisfaction and ground her pussy against the girl’s face. “I am so glad all this happened to you, Mei,” Yue said once she’d calmed down. “Your master says you are still a mediocre fucktoy, and I believe him, but you are still much better at being a fucktoy than you ever were at being my daughter. Now be a good bitch for Max and help him knot your pussy.”

“Yes, Honored Mother,” Mei said sadly, and crawled over to Max to get started.

The dog wagged his tail happily at her approach, but clearly didn’t see her as a potential mate yet. She got him to roll onto his side with little urging, and began to gently fondle his penis with what remained of her left hand. Max started at first, unused to getting this sort of attention, but soon his tail was wagging faster than ever as she stroked his shaft.

“Just look at that dogfucker go,” Luther said. “She’s a natural at it, a born bitch.” Mei flinched at his comments, but kept working. Once his cock had fully emerged from its sheath, she rolled over onto her hands and knees and presented her pussy to the animal. Max sniffed her, excited and interested in what was going on, but not yet connecting the dots,

Luther sighed. “Guess I’d better lend a hand. Not that boy’s fault he’s never met a human dumb enough to go around fucking canines.” With a practiced hand, he helped guide Max’s rocket between the girl’s legs.

Once the dog realized what kind of hole was in front him, he could manage the rest on his own. Hips wagging, he planted his front paws on her back as his cock sought out her opening. After a minute of blind thrusting, he found his mark, and Mei groaned as eight inches of eager dog cock buried itself in her pussy.

Feng found the sight of his daughter being mounted by the beast to be incredible. Mei had been a diminutive girl even before her training had left her emaciated. She was barely five feet and couldn’t weigh more than eighty pounds now. Max had to weigh easily twice that. She was immediately flattened to the ground under his weight, buried almost completely beneath the furry animal as his pelvis slammed into her hips at a violent rhythm. She didn’t even look like his bitch in this state; she was more like his chew toy, a ragdoll he could tear in half if he wanted.

The dog’s frenzied thrusts began to slow, and Yue reached underneath her daughter’s pinned body with one hand, feeling for something. Her eyes lit up and she gestured for Feng to come closer. “[Quickly, dear, you won’t want to miss this!]”

Mystified, he knelt next to Mei and slid his hand between her stomach and the floor. He felt nothing unusual, just her flat belly and its scar crossed skin. “[What am I…?]”

Then he felt it, just above her pubic mound and the character he’d left there: a slowly swelling bulge beneath her skin. “[His knot!]” Yue said excitedly. “[He’s really knotting her!]”

Mei was whining now, keening sounds of pain and distress that sounded more animal than human. Feng could hardly blame her; Max’s knot was enormous, and still growing.  It had to be at least the size of a man’s fist, a massive ball of flesh stretching her pussy wider than nature had ever intended.

As Max’s movements slowed to a standstill and his knot reached its full size, Feng slid his hand up to Mei’s stomach and felt light tremors there. “[Try here, dear. You can feel his cum spurting into her!]”

Yue wore a huge grin as she felt it for herself. “[You are truly his bitch now!]” she told the girl. “[And aiya, he looks so happy. I’m sure he is hoping to put a litter of puppies in you, daughter.]” Mei looked sick at the idea, but she was crushed under Max’s bulk, her pussy stretched tight as a rubber band around his knot. There was nothing she could do but lay there, and nothing all that dog spunk could do but flood her sealed cunt.

“Now, while you and Max make puppies, I have a few more questions,” Yue said cheerfully.

As it turned out, his wife had many more questions. She asked about Mei’s first anal rape, her first reaction to learning her diet, her first night locked up in a dog cage. She pointed to random scars and demanded a detailed accounting of the rape responsible for each, punishing her with the belt whenever her daughter couldn’t remember. She asked about what positions Mei had been taught, and what tools her master used to discipline her for mistakes.

All the while, Max enjoyed his new bitch, panting happily as his seed gushed into her in seemingly endless quantities. His ejaculation lasted nearly twenty minutes, Mei’s pussy full of so much dog cum that her skin bulged from more than just his knot. Mei breathed a sigh of relief when he finally shrank enough to pull out of her, sheets of dog spunk cascading down her legs, until Luther ordered her to get him hard again. One furry blowjob later, Max was back inside her, this time enjoying the asshole Feng had loved so much, while Mei’s parents marveled at how obscenely her anus gaped around his knot.

After three hours, and multiple loads of dog cum in both holes, Feng returned Max to his owner, who said he’d rarely seen the boy looking so happy. While this was happening, Mei was chewing off her ring finger while Yue tried fisting her. Her mother’s arm wasn’t nearly as thick as Max’s knot had been, but the knot hadn’t been violently pumping her holes, twisting back and forth in an attempt to churn her insides like butter.

Once her ring finger was just chunks of meat in her belly, and she had thanked her mother and given her arm a lavish tongue bath, more questions followed, these ones more probing and personal. What was the worst part about being a fucktoy? Which hole did she least like getting dog fucked in and why? How could she have been stupid enough to think her parents would want her back? What did her fingers taste like? What did she miss most about being a normal human being? What was it like to know she’d be eating shit for the rest of her life?

These sorts of questions frequently made Mei burst into tears, which only made her look even more ridiculous as she bounced and smiled in her presenting pose. Luther occasionally had to use his belt to get her talking again, but for the most part she answered through her sobs.

The worst part of being a fucktoy was knowing that the same man responsible for all her suffering was the man she was pleasing. She least liked it when the dogs fucked her throat, because she’d choke on their knots and be half convinced she was going to suffocate to death. She was just a stupid cunt who hadn’t realized how much her parents hated her until today. Her fingers had tasted like raw meat, copper pennies, and brittle stone. She missed real food and showers and clothing. Every time she thought about eating shit, she wanted to puke, and the only thing that stopped her was the knowledge that all that would come out was more shit, and her master would make her eat that too.

Their conversation frequently derailed into breaks so that one or more of them could use Mei directly. Feng got to discover for himself how well her throat could drain the cum from a man’s balls, and how good it felt to pump her pussy with his seed. He even got to help give his daughter her first threesome, he and Luther holding the girl up while their cocks sank into her holes, flipping her around occasionally so they could savor the differing sensations of her cunt and asshole.

Mei spent the threesome chewing the remains of her pinky finger. “I’ll have to leave her index and thumb for now,” Luther explained while he speared the girl’s cunt. “So she can remove her teeth. At some point, the stupid cunt will run out of those, and then I guess I’ll just chew those last two digits off myself.”

“Why wait?” Yue pointed out as she watched her daughter’s double penetration. “Having two good fingers, even if only temporary, is too good for Mei. Why not make her pull all her teeth out right now, and then chew her fingers off after? And I would be happy to help with that.”

“Hear that, cunt?” Luther said. “She’s right, your smile looks like shit anyway, and you’ll be a better throatfuck without them. So finish that finger and start yanking! I want every last tooth in your stomach by the time I cum!”

Feng finished in his daughter’s ass again, still his favorite hole, and then confirmed that her mouth created an even tighter and more satisfying seal now that it lacked any teeth. She slurped the cum, shit, and pussy juice off him, and when he decided to empty his bladder without warning, she gulped it all down with a few quiet gurgles.

“Which finger would you like, ma’am?” Luther asked Yue.

“Hmmm…” she said, tapping her chin as she gave the question serious thought. “Do you want one too, dear?”

The idea didn’t excite him nearly as much as it did Yue, but he wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity. Like the characters he’d slashed into her pubic mound, Mei would forever remember how she lost these two fingers, and whose teeth had torn them from her. “Why not?” he said. “Her thumb will be thick and tough, so why don’t I handle that while you eat her index finger?”

Mei stared at them pathetically as each of her parents put their mouths around one of her fingers. Husband and wife smiled at each other, their cheeks nearly touching, both amused by this situation. “[Like sharing chicken feet],” Feng told Yue, and she giggled like a schoolgirl.

Mei’s skin tasted awful, but Feng’s heart pounded as he began biting down. It was so savage and primal, tearing into a living body with his teeth, and soon he was chewing with gusto, gnawing flesh off and delighting in the feel of her bones crunching beneath his teeth, in the way her hot sticky blood spurted into his mouth and ran down his chin.

He and Yue both took their time with it, chewing her fingers in a half dozen different places until they were completely mangled and twisted. Only then did they tear them off her hand completely, and spit the now unrecognizable lumps of flesh and bone into their daughter’s mouth to be swallowed.

Mei stared at the bloody mess of her left hand when they were done, her beautiful piano playing fingers all gone. “Whose fault is it, cunt?” Luther reminded her.

“M-my fault, master,” she said. “For trying to escape.”

“Here’s some good news for once,” he told her. “I’m never going to punish you for escaping again. You know why?”

“Yes, master,” she said sadly. “Because this worthless fucktoy will never escape again.”

“I guess even the dumbest cunt can get an answer right every once in a while. In a few days, when I’m sure you won’t die of blood loss, I’m gonna hack that other foot off for you, even you out. Chew off those smashed fingers too, because it looked like an awful lot of fun. No fingers, no feet, I could leave the basement door wide open and roll down a red carpet, you still won’t ever get out again. What do you think about that, cunt?”

Mei trembled at the knowledge that this had truly been her last chance to get away from her owner. “Th… thank you, master, for making sure I can never escape from fucktoy paradise.”

He spat in her face and invited Yue to ask more questions.

Not long after that, the woman joined them for Mei’s first foursome as well, riding her daughter’s face and playing with her tits while the girl was sandwiched between the two men. Mei was screaming into her mother’s pussy every time Yue twisted her nipples, but as the woman cheerfully pointed out, it made her holes clench so nicely around her two male rapists. If Mei was a good enough fucktoy to clench like that on her own, Yue wouldn’t need to torture her to make it happen, and that meant it was Mei’s own fault. The wailing girl reluctantly agreed that, like everything else in her life, she had no one to blame but herself.

After every rape, they added a fresh tally to Mei’s body. Yue asked if her orgasms counted, and when Luther agreed, she drew so many bloody lines across her daughter’s flesh that Feng stared in astonishment. “It feels really, really good when she screams,” she told him with a smile.

The most memorable orgasm of the day, however, might have belonged to Mei herself. Yue made her present herself, then sat in a chair and began stroking her slit with her bare foot. “I know you do not want to cum,” she said while her daughter sobbed. “But I just have to see your master use those nail clippers. And it is important you know that it is your own fault when it happens. I am your own mother, and these are not even my fingers or tongue. It is your mother’s sweaty, unwashed feet that are going to make you climax.”

She raised her foot to show Mei the lines of pussy juice drooling from her toes. “See? Look how much juice you’re getting all over my sweaty toes, you filthy brat.” She stuck her foot in her daughter’s mouth, wriggling her toes against the girl’s tongue while her other foot took over teasing her pussy. “Suck them clean. It is disgusting to have a dyke’s love juices on me. Do not forget to lap under the toenails and between the toes as well. You never cared for my cooking, but perhaps you will enjoy my sticky toe jam, yes?”

Yue alternated feet every few minutes, making Mei lap her juices off one while being masturbated by the other. When her climax finally arrived, her mother had half of her entire foot crammed into her mouth, the girl gurgling as her toenails tickled her throat. Mei shuddered in the unwilling throes of pleasure, and then her mother kicked her hard between the legs.

“I believe that makes her a filthy, toe sucking rape slut,” Yue said calmly as her daughter doubled over in pain. “Do I have that correct, Luther?”

“Right on the mark, ma’am. Back in position, cunt! What are you now?!”

Mei was already shivering in terrified anticipation as she answered. “I’m a filthy, piss guzzling, shit munching, cum gargling, twat clenching, butt bouncing, toe sucking, dyke rape slut, master.”

“Once more with feeling, cunt!” Luther barked as he approached with the nail clippers.

“I’m a filthy, piss guzzl-AAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Mei screamed as he pinched the side of her still stiff clitoris and began to tug.

“Nobody told you to stop, cunt!” he yelled over her screams.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS!” she wailed, in a blind panic. “MOMMY! MOMMY HELP ME! MAKE HIM STOP! TELL HIM HE HAS TO STOP! IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURRRRRRTS!”

“Nobody cares, cunt!” Luther roared. Her clitoris was stretched obscenely far now, farther than Feng would’ve believed possible, and it seemed like the young man might just rip the entire thing off of her. “WHAT ARE YOU?!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAH I’M A FILTHY, PISS GUZZLING, SHIT MUNCHING, CUM GARGLING, TWAT CLENCHING, BUTT BOUNCING, TOE SUCKING, DYKE RAPE SLUT!!”

The nail clippers bit deeper into her clitoris, and Feng stared in awe at the sight. The little bit of flesh caught in the clippers was stretching away from the rest of her clit now, like pulling a strand of taffy. “AND WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!” Luther yelled. When Mei just screamed incoherently, he added, “IF YOU CAN’T PROVE YOU’VE LEARNED YOUR LESSON, I’LL RIP ANOTHER CHUNK OFF!”

“IT MEANS I DESERVE EVERY SECOND OF THIS!! I DESERVE EVERY SECOND OF THIS!! I DESERVE EVERY SECOND OF THIS!! I DESERVE EVERY SECOND OF THIS!!”

Her flesh finally gave way completely, a tiny bit of her clitoris ripped right off. This didn’t seem to ease Mei’s pain at all, and she continued screaming, seemingly oblivious that it was even over. “I DESERVE EVERY SECOND OF THIS!! I DESERVE EVERY SECOND OF THIS!! I DESERVE EVERY SECOND OF THIS!!”

Luther shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ll give her a minute to get that out of her system. Would you like to fuck her ass again when she calms down, sir? I’ve found that if you pinch her clitoris after she’s just had one of her clitorectomies, her asshole clenches so tight it practically wrings the cum from your balls. And ma’am, now that your daughter’s lost yet another piece of her clit, I bet she would appreciate the chance to tongue an intact one, remember what it was like to have one for herself.”

Feng and Yue shared a smile. “Thank you,” he said, “Yes, I think that sounds lovely.”

And it was.

As the day drew to a close, Feng was relaxing, his balls happily drained, while he watched Yue squat over her daughter’s face. “Don’t swallow!” she warned Mei again as the contents of her bowels tumbled wet and sticky into the girl’s mouth. “Your master is going to check tomorrow morning, and those cheeks had better still be stuffed! If they are not, I told him to punish you good.” Mei looked sick to her stomach, but she kept her lips spread wide.

“Are you sure I should take her back, sir?” Luther asked Feng. “I mean, I’m happy to keep her. Even a lazy, crippled fucktoy is fun to play with. But you two seem to like your new daughter a heck of a lot better than your old one.”

Mei’s attention had been entirely focused on what her mother was force feeding her, but this comment triggered something in her. As Yue pressed her anus against the girl’s mouth and ordered her to show what good toilet paper she could be, her eyes were fixed on her father, a wordless plea for mercy.

It was tempting. Feng could imagine a future where he and Yue enjoyed their reformed daughter for many years. But as he ignored Mei’s plea and met Yue’s eyes instead, his wife nodded in silent understanding.

This just wasn’t a long term prospect for them. A fantastic, unforgettable day, but nothing more. She needed someone capable of training her, caring for her, making sure she never backslid from the whimpering fucktoy she’d become. Someone who could ensure every day would find her more obedient and eager to please than the last.

“No,” he told Luther. “We will always be her parents, and she will always be our disappointment of a daughter, but she belongs with you. She will never have a husband, but we understand now that was not what she needed, and we are proud to say she has found her master.” He bowed to the man, and spoke words he thought he’d never get to say about his daughter: a traditional wedding blessing. “Harmonious as a musical duet.”

Yue added her own, smiling with contentment. “A perfect match by destiny.”

From the look of despair on Mei’s shit stuffed face, Feng knew he’d made the right decision.

***

Mei stared desperately up at her father from the cramped, painful confines of the suitcase her master had stuffed her into. This was it, her very last chance. Master had gone outside to check on the van and scan for potential witnesses. Once he came back, he was going to load her into the vehicle and deliver her back into hell.

She was in the foyer now, just her and her father. Her mother had gone to the kitchen to begin preparing dinner, and the sound of her happy humming drifted through the house. With effort, Mei forced herself to swallow down the stinking pile of shit the woman had left in her mouth, trembling as she fought down the familiar urge to vomit. This guaranteed that her master would hurt her terribly for her failure, but she wouldn’t be able to talk without her mouth free, and she couldn’t let this final opportunity slip by.

“Please, Dad,” she begged. Without her teeth, it still wasn’t easy to speak clearly, but she forced the syllables out. If she didn’t do it now, she would never again talk to anyone but that madman. “Don’t send me back. Everything I told you… it’s even worse. There are so many more terrible things he did to me, made me do to myself…”

She met her father’s eyes, and tried to will him to remember that she wasn’t just some fucktoy, she was his daughter. He couldn’t hate her THIS completely, right? There had to be some shred of love for her left in his heart, if only she could reach it. “Please, I know I wasn’t the perfect daughter, I know I talked back and I didn’t show you proper respect, but, but nothing I did could ever justify this! Even the worst people in the world don’t deserve to spend an hour alone with that man… and I’ll do better, I swear! I’ll be a good girl, a proper Chinese daughter like you always wanted, and I won’t ever disrespect you, or tell people I’m gay, or, or…”

Mei flinched at the way her father just coldly studied her, offering no sign that he was considering her request. “And I can be your fucktoy too!” she added. “I’ll be such a good fucktoy, I’ll make you and Mom so happy and make you both cum so much and I won’t ever, ever complain! Even if you want me to keep sleeping in a dog cage and eating shit and drinking piss, I’ll do it all with a smile because it won’t be for him!”

It was true. Even if her mother and father somehow treated her even worse than her master did, she would still feel nothing but gratitude. To be away from that terrible monster, to know that at least it wasn’t him she was pleasing, would make it all worth it. She’d rather spend the rest of her life as the most degraded, mistreated fucktoy in the world than spend one more day as his.

Her father stroked her cheek with one finger and spoke calmly. “You profess obedience, and yet you have already failed your mother’s request. She was so looking forward to you reflecting on your failures tonight while savoring the gift she left you.”

Mei’s natural instinct was to protest and point out that she’d only done what was necessary to hold this conversation, but her master had spent three years training her to bury that instinct in a deep dark hole. “Your daughter is sorry to have failed Honored Mother again,” she said instead. “Would… would it ease her sorrow if Honored Father left me a gift in her place?”

“Yes,” he said slowly. “I suppose it might.”

Mei’s stomach turned when he presented her with his buttocks, and she felt the weight of her mother’s filth sitting heavy inside her, but she obediently opened wide so he could shit directly into her mouth. When he was done, she planted her lips on his asshole and gently tongued him clean, just as her master had trained her to do.

Her mouth once more stuffed with disgusting shit, she looked up at her father, praying he would see how much she’d changed. “Luther!” he called out, raising his voice. “We must discuss something!”

“What is it, sir?” her master asked as he came back inside. Just hearing his voice like that, knowing he was perfectly capable of being polite with others and not the terrifying angry brute he always was with her, twisted Mei up inside every time.

“She has failed the task my wife set for her,” her father told him. “I have done what I could to provide a replacement, but I wanted you to know she has earned her punishment.”

Mei whimpered, trying to catch his eye. No, no, no! She’d done what he wanted!

As if reading her mind, he smiled down at her. “[It is painful, is it not, daughter? To reach out to someone you love, and be rejected so callously? Another thought to reflect on while you savor your meal tonight.]”

“Don’t worry, I have just the punishment in mind for her,” her master said cheerfully. “And I’ll be happy to double it if she can’t resist gobbling down her second helping too.” He casually reached down and grabbed a handful of her left tit, mauling it as he spoke. “Between all the cauterizing she’s in for and the lovely characters you wrote to celebrate her first father daughter ass fucking, I was thinking of introducing her to branding irons. If there are any more words you’d like to see permanently inscribed on her, just let me know.”

“I will certainly ponder it,” Mei’s father said sincerely. “And there is one more thing: she spoke out of turn while you were away. I believe you already warned her of the consequences.”

Mei shrieked in terror as she remembered what her master had threatened her with, but both men were already bending down. Her shriek turned into a scream of agony as teeth clamped down on both her nipples.

The two men began chewing ferociously, savaging her breasts like wild animals, and her screams were replaced by wet, gurgling choking as the filth in her mouth began to slide down her throat.

While Mei choked helplessly on her own father’s shit, her master planted his palm on her stomach, forcing her body to stay down while his head pulled back, her chewed up nipple captured in his jaws. Her father mimicked his action, and the girl stared in horror at her stretched, straining tit meat as both men did their best to tear her nipples off with their teeth.

There was a terrible, burning pain as her nipple ripped free of her flesh on one, then both of her breasts. Where they had just sat, there were now two large patches of raw, bloody meat that felt like they were on fire.

The two men spat what was left of her nipples into her mouth as she howled in pain. “What a pathetic excuse for a daughter,” her father said with disgust, and wiped the blood from his chin. “She has already failed her parents’ wishes again.”

“That’s two appointments with the branding iron, cunt!” her master snarled. “And now we’ll have to cauterize those ugly titties of yours before we go!”

“Please, allow me,” said her father, and stepped away. He was back in moments, and when Mei saw what he was holding, she began to thrash within the suitcase in a futile attempt to avoid what was coming. “My wife was delighted to lend her assistance.”

He crouched and slammed the heavy wok down on her chest.

The circular device was large enough to cover both breasts, and Mei squealed as the sizzling metal underside, fresh off her mother’s stove, cooked her flesh. The scent of her own roasting breast meat hit her nose, and the worst part was how it made her stomach growl.

Her father kept it pressed against her for at least a full minute, and when he finally lifted it, the skin underneath was shiny and red, blisters all across its surface. “God, you look more disgusting than ever, cunt,” her master remarked. “But you know the one good thing about broiling a fucktoy’s titties? Gets them swollen and sensitive!”

He smacked her right tit and Mei squealed again, the sharp pain nearly as intense than the wok had been.

“Yes,” her father agreed, sounding fascinated. “They really are swollen. If I did not know better, I would think she was a real American woman with their fat teats.”

“Hear that, cunt?!” Her master slapped her breasts again. “Thank your father for giving you a set of fat American titties!”

“Thank you, Hon-Honored Father, for giving me fat A-American titties!”

“Looks like I’d better invest in a couple hot plates, cunt! Now that you don’t have nipples to play with, we’ll have to see if we can make you some fat roasted cow udders instead!”

“Thank you, master! This worthless fucktoy w-would love to have some fat r-roasted cow udders!”

“You’ve been getting bored just laying there while munching shit for every meal, haven’t you? From now on, every time you’re lapping up one of your brown sticky meals, it will be with these tits…” - he smacked them hard again and she screamed - “sitting pretty on your new titty warmers!”

“Th-thank you, master! This worthless fucktoy can’t… can’t wait to play with her new titty warmers, keeping her tits fat and roasted all day every day!”

He smirked at her. “And if you liked getting your tits cooked, you’re gonna fucking ADORE the branding iron, cunt! It’ll make that wok feel like a warm kiss! You’ve already got two dates with it, and it will be three if a fat, shit gobbling pig like you can’t control her appetite!”

Mei began to weep as he turned around, his spread buttocks a familiar sight. For the third time that night, her mouth began to fill with warm shit straight from someone’s asshole.

“I discussed the matter with my wife earlier,” her father said. “And we were wondering if there was any way we could… contribute to her diet. It is my wife’s idea, but after trying it for myself, I will confess it is very satisfying to feed her.”

“I don’t see why not, sir,” her master said calmly as he squatted and shat. “It won’t be feasible to do it directly like this, but I can send you some biowaste containers to fill and return. How do you feel about starting with a weekly schedule? That will cut down on upkeep, and giving your contributions a few days to ferment and ripen should provide a new flavor profile that I’m sure your daughter will appreciate.”

He barked down at her without looking. “Hear that, cunt?! You’re getting upgraded to five square meals of shit a day! We’re gonna have to make sure you don’t get fat and spoiled from all that food! That means no more of these lazy days I’ve let you enjoy up to now! Starting tomorrow, I’m going to work you to the fucking bone to burn those calories off!”

Mei wept harder to hear that. She couldn’t even imagine how her hellish daily routine could get any worse, but she knew he could. She knew was going to find out. And all she could do to the man responsible was lovingly french kiss his anus.

Once he was done, her master rose and looked down at her, stuffed in his suitcase with her cheeks bulging yet again. “And don’t you go thinking I’ll go any easier on you just because you’re a fucking cripple now! Whose fault is that?!”

“Mine, master!” she tried to shout, though with her mouth full it came out as “eyyye ahh uhh!”

“Whose fault is it we chewed half your fingers off today?!”

“Eyyye ahh uhh!”

“Whose fault is it you had to pull out all your teeth?!”

“Eyyye ahh uhh!”

“Whose fault is it you’re missing both nipples and half a clit?!”

“Eyyye ahh uhh!”

“Whose fault is it you’re a filthy, piss guzzling, shit munching, cum gargling, twat clenching, butt bouncing, toe sucking, dyke rape slut?!”

“Eyyye ahh uhh!”

“Whose fault is it you ended up in fucktoy paradise?!”

“Eyyye ahh uhh!”

“Whose fault is it you’re going to DIE in fucktoy paradise?!”

“Eyyye ahh uhh!”

Mei wished that any of her answers had been lies.

“Any last words for her, sir?” her master asked calmly. “We’re all ready to go.”

“Yes, thank you.” Her father met her eyes. “Will you do your mother and I a favor, daughter?”

Mei nodded quickly. Not because she still had any hope that he would help her, but because she was certain by now that he never would.

“From now on,” he said, “whenever your master is torturing you, I would like you to imagine that at that very same moment, she and I are curled up together on the couch, happy and relaxed in each other’s arms. Whenever he is pissing down your throat, your mother is sipping something cold and sweet. Whenever he is making you devour raw shit, your father is enjoying another delicious homemade meal. Whenever he is raping you, the two of us are making love, our every interaction tender and warm.

“And at night, as you lay in your cramped dog cage under the hot lights, your outsides covered in a permanent layer of sweat and grime, your insides filled with piss and shit and semen, remember that you do not need to imagine where we are. That you know with certainty that at the same time, your mother and I sleep peacefully on soft sheets in gentle darkness. And when you wake the next morning to discover again that all of this was no dream, that this is and always will be your reality, remember that your mother and I will wake that same morning to that same thought, and it will bring smiles to our faces. Will you do all that for us, daughter?”

She nodded miserably. Yes, from now on she would, no matter how hard she tried not to.

“Good. Enjoy the rest of your life, daughter. We will not miss you.”

Then he zipped the suitcase closed.