Word spreads...

Public Degradation: A Daughter's Anal Enlightenment

The Crowd Grows

Word spread like wildfire through the dimly lit streets of Torino.

By the third park bench, a crowd had gathered—men of all ages, their hands shoved deep into their pockets to hide the telltale bulges straining against denim and cotton. Their eyes burned with hunger as they watched Stefano lounge back, his thick thighs spread, his daughter perched shamelessly in his lap. Rebecca’s borrowed coat had fallen open, revealing the pale, trembling expanse of her thighs, the ruby-studded plug glinting obscenely between her cheeks.

Stefano’s fingers traced the curve of her ass, his voice a dark purr against her ear. "Count them, principessa," he murmured, his breath hot on her neck. "For every one who spills his seed watching you **** yourself…" His grip tightened on the plug, twisting it just enough to make her gasp. "I’ll push another inch inside you."

Rebecca shuddered, her cunt clenching around nothing, her exhibitionist streak flaring to life under the weight of their stares. The first man came with a choked groan, his jeans darkening as his hips jerked involuntarily.

"One," Stefano growled, thrusting the plug deeper.

Rebecca’s back arched, a broken cry tearing from her lips as the stretch burned—until the crest on her abdomen pulsed, sending a bolt of pleasure through her core that made her toes curl.

A second voyeur came untouched, his release soaking through his boxers.

"Two."

By the fifth, Rebecca was sobbing, the redhead vixen's fat ass stuffed to the brim, his daughter's toned thighs slick with her own arousal. The incubus crest glowed like molten lava beneath her skin, its intricate patterns creeping higher, branding her as Stefano’s property.

The Final Corruption

The alley wall was cold against Rebecca’s bare back as Stefano dragged her into the shadows, the crowd surging forward like wolves scenting blood. Their phones were forgotten now, their hands too busy working their cocks to bother filming.

Stefano spun her around, his palm smacking her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. "Time to replace this toy," he growled, yanking the plug free with a filthy pop.

Rebecca’s hole gaped, her rim fluttering around emptiness—until Stefano’s cockhead pressed against it, thick and unrelenting.

"D-Daddy, please—it’s too much—!"

"No," Stefano snarled, his fingers digging into her hips. "It’s exactly enough."

He sheathed himself inside her in one brutal thrust, her scream echoing off the brick walls as her body split around him. The crowd erupted in groans, their hands moving faster, their cum splattering the pavement in thick ropes.

Stefano fucked her like a man possessed, his hips slamming into her bubble butt with enough **** to bruise. Each stroke dragged a broken sob from Rebecca’s luscious red lips, his daughter's nails scraping the wall as her slender body betrayed her, the pale beauty's tight pussy gushing on his lap, her incubus crest burning brighter with every inch he claimed.

"Look at them," Stefano ordered, his deep baritone laced with hypnotic command. "Look at the men getting off to your ruin."

Rebecca turned her head, her tear-streaked face meeting the voyeurs’ glazed eyes. Their hands were a blur, the perverts' cocks dripping as they stroked themselves raw to the sight of her ruin, Rebecca felt a dark thrill weave through her core,

"Nnnngh!!"

Stefano came with a roar, his demonic seed flooding her bowels, his manly hips grinding deep to ensure every drop stayed locked inside. The crowd followed suit, their releases painting the ground as Rebecca’s vision whited out, her toned body seizing as the womb tattoo’s patterns spread up her ribs, binding the pale minx to him forever.

Stefano licked the tears from her cheeks, his smile feral. "Tomorrow night… we do it again."