Breaking in the Worthless,
by Himmelreich

Originally posted in Gurochan, 02/07/2011 21:56. Updated a few times since then.

A/N: A post-hoc explanation for this story, perhaps, is that I was attempting to portray the subversion of the sensual ideal portrayed in Brave New World, by giving scenes rather than pictures.

The truth is that I'm just lazy and bored. Let it begin thus.


The postmodern government office's warm exterior hardly betrayed the dealings within; and with all in their place, they shouldn't have. Still, the cold, hard steel of the inside of the office was hardly a more preferable alternative to the brilliance of the outside day. As it stood, the soundproofed walls within the complex continued to give off an impression of professionalism. 

Still, Jacob Matthews wasn't particularly comfortable in the office that he had frequented for years. The job paid well, he admitted, and it definitely allocated people to where they ought to be, but he had his own old-world intellectual and moral objections to it. Still, his rather posh livelihood depended on his ability to doublethink about the Enlightenment. 

"So, Jacob- I've got a new job for you." His boss always did like to remain opaque before the actual name was revealed. "Psi." He nodded in response. A Psi-class implementation might be the most distasteful, but he had long ago learnt to justify it to himself- after all, the girls he broke in didn't mean anything to him. 

"Right." Jacob said. "Who is it this time?" He didn't really care, of course, but one needed to maintain a semblance of formality. 

"Miranda Matthews, four years old." His boss- the Undersecretary of the Lower Caste Division of East York- gave the name to him almost nonchalantly. The reaction was immediate, and certainly unpleasant. 

"WHAT?" he said, jumping out of his chair. "Why? She's- she's brilliant! She got seventy-five out of eighty on the Test!" Of course, he knew the answer that was about to come. 

"She's brilliant, yes. Brilliant at lying. Not so much at cheating. Seventy of her answers were word-for-word replicas of the ones of those next to her, and the retest showed three out of eighty. She's scheduled for Psi." 

"You know I can't do this. She's my daughter."
 
"And every other girl you broke in was someone's daughter. Stop being a pussy. The drugs are on the table." he said, and with a click he opened the door to the Room. Still staring in disbelief, he slowly walked into the well-equipped Room- videlect, a room of hard steel, with a few amenities and plenty of tools to do his work with- where the door shut behind him. 

His daughter sat in a corner, clad in the pink dress she had been left in when he left home, trusting her to get to school on time. His poor, stupid daughter, sentenced to a life of hard fucking. He couldn't bear to look at her, even as she jumped up and hugged his leg. 

"Daddy! Some bad people tied me up and then they poked needles in me and stuff!" Her complaints would warrant concern in any other situation, but as it was they just aroused a sense of finality. The needles would reinforce her for the job she was to be appropriated for. She wouldn't have the mercy of death for quite a while. 

So he just nodded, giving her a weak smile. She didn't notice anything wrong with him- at least before he popped the pills. Immediately, she wasn't his daughter anymore. 

She was fuckmeat. 

Immediately, he gave her a hard punch in the face; she landed against the metal wall, her not-quite-broken nose leaking blood. She grabbed at her face, sobbing in shock, as she stared at her father. "D- daddy?" 

"Shut the fuck up, you retarded whore." he said, as he strode towards her and pulled her up by the neck, leaving her to choke as he brought his rugged face to her beautiful one, her eyes wide open as she began to choke, pissing in her little panties. He spit in her little face and threw her to the floor, with a kick to the stomach for good measure. 

"Daddy! It hurts!" she whined; not altogether unreasonably, given that she had just been thrown about a room and kicked in the stomach by a man several times larger than her. 

"I said SHUT UP!" He let loose another kick, this time to her groin- her eyes widened and she went quiet, her little hands going to her bleeding and piss-soaked, no-longer-virgin cunt. Her father didn't mind the blood and piss, really; there were worse things to stick your dick in. While she was rolling on the floor, hands on still-clothed cunt, he pulled his pants down, exposing his manhood- an average six and a half inches, but large enough to kill her if she hadn't been reinforced- along with the pungent odour that came with a member that he was too lazy to wash. 

Picking her up by the hair- provoking another useless scream- before throwing her upside down and catching her by the leg, one hand on his cock, he yanked open her little mouth and stabbed his dick into it, shifting his hand to hold her other leg. Her mouth, being that of a four-year-old, didn't hold him very well; his glans hardly fit into her mouth- but that was what he was supposed to fix. Her eyes opened wide as the smell made itself known to her sinuses. 

With a primal scream, he jammed his cock deep into her throat. A sickening pop signalled her jaw breaking by the sheer force of mass his dick exerted, as her daddy's odorous balls rubbed up against her face, as he used her wet throat as a very tight piece of tissue paper. The sickening feeling of the smell was nothing compared to the overwhelming pain of her broken jaw; she didn't even seem to comprehend it for a few seconds, but as soon as he pulled out, she realized she couldn't close it. That provoked another wave of pants-wetting terror. 


Upside down, the pee streamed back onto the inside of her dress. She’d been given plenty to drink- it would be a long time before she ran out, especially since she was trying not to. “Stupid slut,” he exclaimed, “Not even potty-trained, huh?” Putting her down on the floor, he put his balls over her little, broken jaw and stuffed them in, cleaning them off on her mouth like a piece of tissue paper, making her gag in pain and revulsion. As he pulled out, she tried to speak with an “A-ey!”, her jaw open uselessly under her still-feeling upper jaw. He didn’t even seem to notice this time, as he flipped her hard onto the Spanish Donkey in the corner. He pulled her panties off- exposing her variously bloody and wet pussy, pressing against the unforgiving metal edge of the Donkey- and yanked her dress up to her waist, as he grabbed onto a whip and began hitting her cute little backside. 

The first hit left a dark, discoloured line where he hit; the next crossed it over. With every hit she screamed through her broken jaw, sounds that would likely have given him a good reason for suicide if he was at all in his own frame of mind. As it was, he was masturbating while hitting her, the discoloration of her backside an incentive rather than a deterrent. From both sides, her body was assaulted- moving away from the hits warranted a hard cutting feeling from the Donkey, and moving away resulted in an even harder smack.

After ten hits, her skin began to split open, overcoming whatever way her skin had been reinforced; after twenty, her ass was no longer recognizable as a human being’s, bleeding so much that the blood loss might have killed any normal person by now, the fats almost showing. The healing would be quick- it would seem so to her, because she had fallen unconscious by the fifteenth hit- but until then her almost visible nerves would sting at the slightest gust of wind. The smallest mercy was that the tiny room had no wind- and a small mercy indeed it was, as Jacob picked her little, unmoving form from the Donkey and threw her to the floor, causing her to awake with a jolt and be aware of the pain her whole body was in. As she tried to crawl away from him- sensing, in her little mind, that perhaps her father didn’t exactly have the best intentions for her in mind- he strode over and yanked her hair before slamming it down into the floor, finally shattering her tiny nose’s cartilage (along with quite a few teeth) and letting out a fresh torrent of blood. 

A hard punch to the face followed, leading to a black eye- and another, giving her a matching set. Throwing her head back onto the floor, he pulled her mutilated asscheeks apart. She would scream if she hadn't broken her vocal cords with the whipping- the lack of sound provoked a curious look, quickly replaced by a realization. 

"Eh. Its voice's worthless anyway." he said to no one in particular, as he shrugged and continued to pull them apart. She trashed about ineffectually as he pressed his member against her little, unwashed asshole. His first thrust was greeted by the resistance of the contents of her bowels; the second, the wall of her intestines. He had long ago stopped paying attention to the hoarse moans that came from his daughter's torn vocal cords. 

The technology that let him fuck her ass without tearing her intestines to shreds didn't do anything to alleviate the pain; the lack of sound coming from the little slab of worthless fuckmeat, however, let him treat her as such; the writhing was merely that of an animal being slaughtered to him. 

He came after less than a minute of fucking her little asshole, the veritable flood of cum coming from his balls filling up her stomach. As he pulled out from her now-gaping asshole, his dick covered in his own cum and her shit, brown-stained cum began to stream from her once-beautiful ass. A hard smack to her slightly healed ass triggered a full-on torrent, as she emptied her bowels. 

He went around the sobbing piece of meat and pulled her up by the hair, cleaning his penis on her mouth. The massive pain left her too weak to resist. He picked her up by the back of her head and dragged her around, making her lick up her own excrement. She almost gagged at the first lick, but that was followed by a hard smack; there were a few more before she managed to lap it all up, leaving only one hole for him to break in. 

Turning her onto her front revealed the extent of the damage he had visited upon her- too little. Her stomach had, at the most, a bruise; wouldn't do. As he thrust in and his bell-end hit up against her cervix, triggering a jolt, he began to rain punches down upon her groin; and by consequence, it was like a pleasant massage as he thrusted again and again, hitting up against her cervix continuously. 

With a shlick, his penis went through her barrier and into her womb, burying him balls-deep into her four-year-old pussy, stretching it obscenely as he came directly into her womb (choking her half to death while doing so, one wrapped hand around her little neck), the white fluid distorting her stomach. He pulled out, leaving behind a leaking, bloody mess; satisfied (the drugs beginning to wear off) he finished off by emptying his bladder over her prone form, giving her another kick to the stomach and getting his pants, wearing them before he left the room, the door opening when it sensed his intoxication level. The girl he left behind would be dead by now, if not for the wonders of modern technology. 

He would remember all of it, afterwards; and perhaps he would find the girl in one of his friend's houses, an obedient little pet or a wall fixture. Perhaps all he would see of her again was her absence from her bed. 

In any case, he would be taking a lot of soma tonight. 