Bitch Initiation Rape Ceremony

Every bitсh who turns 20 has to participate in the village tradition. Now it's Lily’s turn and her father and brother will show her the purpose of a

The village air was always thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Lily walked the dirt paths, her bare feet kicking up dust. She wore the village uniform for bitсhes of her age: a sheer, sleeveless tunic that ended just below her ass. It was made of a gauzy white material that hid nothing. Her fat tits pushed against it, her pierced nipples making dark, hard points against the fabric. Her plump ass cheeks were mostly bare, the tunic riding up with each step. Between her legs, her pυssy was always on display. Since her 18th birthday, her pυssy lips had been gently pulled apart and held with tiny, delicate silver rings. They kept her cυnt open, a permanent invitation. A slick, shiny trail of her own wetness always glistened on her inner thighs.

Everyone looked. Everyone touched. As Lily passed the blacksmith, a soot-covered hand reached out and squeezed her left tit, thumb rubbing over the pierced nipple through the fabric. Lily gasped, a shiver running through her, but she didn’t stop. She loved it. Her cυnt dripped a little more. The baker’s son, his own massive cock outlined under a loose loincloth, slapped Lily’s ass hard as she walked by, making the flesh jiggle.

“Looking ripe, Lily,” the boy grunted, his fingers dipping between Lily’s cheeks to brush her exposed asshole. “Can’t wait for tomorrow.”

Lily blushed, but a whorish smile touched her lips. She was a bitсh. This was her purpose. She was born to be looked at, to be touched, to be used. She knew it. Everyone knew it.

Her home was at the center of the village, the largest hut. Her fаther, John, was the village head. A mountain of a man, John wore only a leather strap around his waist that held his monstrous, heavy cock and balls. The cock was always half-hard, a thick, veined threat. Lily’s brother, Jason, was similar, his own impressive length swinging freely as he chopped wood outside.

Lily entered the hut. Her fаther was by the fire, stirring a pot.

“There’s my girl,” John said, his voice a deep rumble. He put the spoon down and opened his arms. Lily went to him, nuzzling against his bare chest. John’s hands immediately went to Lily’s ass, gripping the full cheeks. “Your cυnt is dripping on the floor already. Filthy girl.”

“Sorry, Fаther,” Lily murmured, but she pressed her hips forward, grinding her open, wet pυssy against her fаther’s thigh.

“No, you’re not,” John chuckled. He pushed Lily to her knees. “Clean it up.”

Lily knew what to do. She bent her head and licked her own juices from her fаther’s skin, her tongue lapping at the salty-sweet wetness. John watched, his cock swelling to full mast.

“Good girl. Your mouth is as useful as your cυnt. But not as pretty.” He pulled Lily up. “Let’s get you ready for bed.”

The ‘ready for bed’ ritual was the same every night. John would lay Lily on the soft furs by the fire. He’d take a warm, wet cloth and gently clean every part of Lily’s body. He’d wipe the day’s sweat and dirt from her skin. He’d carefully clean around each piercing on Lily’s nipples, thick, ornate rings that stretched the areolas wide. He’d clean the multiple barbells and rings on Lily’s swollen clit, making her whimper with each touch. He’d wipe between the lips of her pυssy, already held open by the silver rings, collecting the fresh slickness there.

As he cleaned, he’d talk. Filthy, beautiful words that sank into Lily’s soul.

“Look at this cυnt,” John would say, spreading Lily’s lips with his thumbs. “Pink and greedy. Always wet. Do you know what this hole is for, Lily?”

“For… for cock, Fаther,” Lily would whisper, her back arching.

“For any cock,” John corrected, his voice husky. “For the blacksmith’s thick tool. For the baker boy’s quick prick. For my best friend’s tired, leaking dick. It’s a public hole. A village spittoon. It’s not for pleasure, it’s for use. Your pleasure is irrelevant. Your only job is to take it and leak. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Fаther.”

“And these tits,” John would continue, squeezing them roughly. “They’re for milk. They’re for slapping. For biting. For tying up and hanging weights from. See these piercings? We can put ropes through them, tie you to a post so everyone can have a turn. Your nipples are just handles. Clamps will be put on them tomorrow. Your clit?”

He’d flick the jeweled barbell, making Lily jerk. “That’s just a target. For whips. For hot wax. To make you scream. Your ass?” A finger would plunge into Lily’s tight hole, making her cry out. “This is just another cυnt. A backup hole for when your front one is too ruined and gaping to feel anything. We’ll stretch this one too. We’ll make it hang open like a second mouth.”

Over the two years since her 18th birthday, the words had shaped her. The tattoos on her skin, words like Public Urinal, Cυmrag, Cocksleeve, were just visual reminders of what her fаther whispered every night.

Tonight was different. Tomorrow was her 20th birthday. The final ceremony.

Jason came in from outside, his body gleaming with sweat. He saw Lily laid out, her fаther’s fingers working her asshole open.

“Is it time?” Jason asked, his eyes dark.

“Almost,” John said. He pulled his finger from Lily’s ass and nodded to his son. “Help me prepare her. But remember, no penetration. Not yet. Her cυnt, her hymen, her cervix… they must be intact for the breaking. They belong to the whole village.”

Jason knelt beside Lily. He leaned down and, without ceremony, buried his face between Lily’s spread legs. His tongue was broad and rough. He licked a stripe from Lily’s asshole all the way up to her clit, making Lily shriek.

“She tastes like she’s ready,” Jason growled, his voice muffled by Lily’s flesh.

“She was born ready,” John said. He watched as Jason began to eat Lily’s cυnt with a savage hunger. Not for pleasure, but to stretch. Jason used his thumbs to pull the silver-ringed lips even wider, then pushed his tongue as deep as it would go, fucking Lily’s hole with it. He sucked on Lily’s clit, pulling on the piercings with his teeth, making Lily sob and buck.

“Tomorrow,” Jason said, pulling back, his chin glistening with Lily’s juices. “Tomorrow, this cυnt won’t be yours anymore, little sister. It’ll be everyone’s. Your hymen will be torn apart by the ceremonial horse. Your cervix will be punched open by Fаther’s baton. Your womb will be pulled out and filled with seed in front of everyone. Your asshole will be stretched into a second pυssy. Every part of you will become a hole for dick-bearers. You’ll wake up with cυm leaking from you every morning. You’ll walk with it dripping down your legs. You’ll sleep with strangers fucking you. Your body will be a playground. A toilet. A sheath for our cocks.”

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