They Say It's Your Birthday - Stories of Celebration and Degradation
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They Say It’s Your Birthday
Stories of Celebration and Degradation
© 2021, 2023, 2024 All These Roadworks
The author asserts their right to be identified as the creator of this work under the name “All These Roadworks”.
All images in this book, including cover art, were created by All These Roadworks.
All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters involved in sexual situations are intended to be aged 18 years or over, and any implication to the contrary is an unintentional miscommunication.
The events and themes presented in this story are for the purpose of erotic fantasy. They are not intended to depict actual events that have happened, or should happen. The author believes firmly that real sexual relationships should only occur between consenting adults, and be built on the principles of respect, communication, honesty, and risk-aware enthusiastic consent.
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Table of Contents
Foreword
A Birthday Present For Kyla, Part 1
A Birthday Present For Kyla, Part 2
Birthday Tradition
The Breeding Switch
Coming of Age
Corey’s Birthday
Dolly’s Name
“Fake Tits Make You A Slut”
From Father To Son
Fuckbunny Takes Control
FuckKitten89
Head Start
Jenna and Kinsy Turn 19
Jennifer’s 22nd
Kevin’s 19th
Kyle's Birthday Present
Lena’s 18th
Luther’s Daughter
My Cunt Belongs To Daddy
Renata’s Birthday
Scarlet Gets A Girlfriend
Something Special For Her Brother
Taiana and Her Daughters
The Training Girl
Tyler’s Game
Bonus: Perfect Birthdays, Inc.
Foreword
It’s a fantasy, not an instruction manual.
The stories collected in this volume are kinky fantasies. It’s normal to fetishise the forbidden. It can be a healthy way of processing trauma or frustration from our daily lives. It can be fun, satisfying, and exciting. Don’t feel ashamed to enjoy them.
But it’s the responsibility of everyone – and particularly people with these fantasies – to work to create a world where everyone – and, specifically, women – are safe, respected, and able to indulge their sexuality without shame or fear, whether that means consensually engaging in wonderful fucked-up kink, or living their entire life without ever encountering it.
Satisfying, sustainable kink can only be built on a foundation of firm respect for boundaries, respectful communication, and positive, explicit, enthusiastic consent. That’s a world where everyone kinky will find it easier to find partners and hook up for the interactions they enjoy, and where those who aren’t interested won’t be bothered – and that includes people who might be interested, but not now, or not under these conditions, or not with you.
Don’t let your kinks be your politics.
If you don’t already have anyone to share your kinks with in real-life, get involved in your local kink scene. Join an online community. Be polite, ask what the local rules are, listen to people who know what they’re doing before you go charging in yourself, introduce yourself and be prepared to make friends before you make partners. Confidence is sexy; not being able to hear a “no” is not.
I’m not your manifesto, and I’m not anyone’s plan for a functional society. Read, enjoy - and then go out and be fantastic, safe, respectful kinksters.
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A Birthday Present For Kyla, Part 1
Kyla made her stepfather uncomfortable. The way she called him “Daddy” despite being a grown woman. The way she kissed him on the lips when she hugged him. The way she sat in his lap in the mornings and evenings on the couch, often wearing nothing more than panties and a shirt.
He tried asking her what she wanted for her 21st birthday. Her mother was away for the month and he felt he should make the effort to be nice to her.
“A prostitute,” she told him. “One with big fake tits.”
He blushed and told her that was inappropriate. But she didn’t let up.
“Please, daddy,” she begged the next day. “I want to lez off with a slutty bimbo. All the girls at my sorority have such tiny little fuckbags.” She pulled up her own shirt, showing her mid-sized breasts. “See? I’m the bustiest girl there.”
“Put those away,” he said, blushing, but sensing his weakness, she refused, and stayed topless the rest of the day.
The next day he went for a walk to escape from her teasing, but she followed him. In the nature reserve behind the suburb, she again bared her tits to him, and then pulled down her denim shorts to show a bare cunt. “Daddy, don’t you want my pussy to be happy? A prostitute would make my pussy so happy, daddy.” She grinned at his discomfiture, and followed him home nude, talking about her cunt the whole way.
The next day she wouldn’t put on clothes at all. She walked in on him in the shower. “Please daddy, I want a slut for my birthday. We’ll 69 in the living room. You can watch.”
It was too much for him. He emerged from the shower, naked. “Put on some damn clothes,” he told her.
“Make me,” she said.
He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to her bedroom. They wrestled on the bed as he tried to pull panties onto her legs. She squealed and giggled. At one stage his erect cock ended up in her mouth - she sucked on it for a few seconds until he pulled away. Later, as he tried to pin her to the bed, his cock slipped between the dripping wet lips of her pussy and he found himself fucking his stepdaughter’s cunt. She bucked against him eagerly, and this time he didn’t pull away, instead penetrating her roughly until he ejaculated inside her.
In the end, she got the prostitute for her birthday, and her stepfather did watch them fuck, so in a sense she won. But her stepfather didn’t entirely let her have the last laugh. He bound her nude to the bed before he brought her whore in - she didn’t resist, giggling happily in anticipation - and then introduced her to the girl he had hired. It was Ella, the girl Kyla had bullied mercilessly throughout primary school, whose boyfriend Kyla had stolen in high school. Now all grown up and a with a pretty pair of fake bimbo tits, Ella took great delight in having fun with her bound former rival, riding Kyla’s face, slapping Kyla’s tits, pinching her clitoris, and zapping her cunt with an electrified Violet Wand. Afterwards, Kyla’s stepfather fucked them both, and told Kyla his exciting news for her.
“It’s about time you started paying rent around here, Kyla,” he told her. “And since you’re clearly such a whore, you’re going to go and work with Ella. She’ll be in charge of you and show you all the ropes. You’re to do whatever she says, no matter how embarrassing or painful it might be. And anything left over after you’ve paid rent will go towards upgrading those tits of yours, so you can be a pretty little bimbo just like Ella...”
A Birthday Present For Kyla, Part 2
“Daddy…” Kyla whined. “Why won’t you *fuck* me?”
This was Kyla’s latest gambit in her ongoing bratty war with her stepfather.
She was an adult, and should be leading her own life, but she still lived at home and tormented her stepfather by being both a brat and a slut, cockteasing him incessantly while refusing to make any contribution to the household.
On her last birthday, he had finally had enough. He had raped the silly little slut – not that she hadn’t enjoyed it – and then made her the slave of the girl she had bullied in high school – a pretty blonde named Ella, who was now working as a prostitute.
Since then, Kyla had spent her evenings working at Ella’s brothel, as was bringing in a share of the rent at last. But she whined constantly about having to work – and also about the way that Ella constantly raped, tortured and degraded her.
“Daddy,” she would complain, “Ella took me to the mall and made me lick her pussy in the *parking lot* where people could see, and then I had to wander around the mall with her pussy juices on my *face*.”
Or, “Daddy, Ella made me masturbate while she spanked my tits with a hairbrush, and wouldn’t stop until I *came*.”
She could just stop obeying Ella, of course – but her stepfather had made it clear that, if she did, he would kick her out of the house… and she would then have nowhere to go except back to Ella.
So her latest plan once again involved cockteasing her stepfather. Right now she was naked, on all fours, in the kitchen, wiggling her ass and sopping-wet cunt at him.
“Daddy, the brothel won’t let girls work if they’re *pregnant*,” she said. “And I can’t get pregnant at the brothel because they make the men wear condoms. But if you put a baby in me, daddy, I’ll get nine months off from work.” She wiggled her ass again.
It had been hell resisting Kyla since she had started with this. He knew now exactly how tight and delicious her cunt could feel around his cock – but he didn’t want to get her pregnant. She refused to take her birth control pills now, and had immediately guessed what he was doing when he tried to secretly mix them in her dinners. He didn’t even dare rape her mouth or cum on her tits, for fear that she’d immediately wipe his sperm onto her hand and then push it up her pussy.
But Kyla was everywhere – crawling into bed in the mornings to flick her tongue over the tip of his cock as he awoke; coming into the shower with him and rubbing her naked wet tits over his chest; sitting naked in his lap as he watched TV and grinding her ass into his groin; sitting nude on the kitchen bench with her legs spread over the cabinet that she knew he’d have to bend down at to get plates and cutlery.
Ella was no help, either. When he’d raised the issue with Kyla’s new fake-titted prostitute mistress, Ella had shrugged and said, “My only interest here is in ruining the little bitch’s life. For some reason she thinks that getting pregnant by her stepfather is her ticket to easy-street, rather than a parade of humiliation, back pain, swollen tits and motherhood. And even if you knock her up, you’re still going to make her be my slave, right?”
So Ella helped Kyla tease him. She would 69 Kyla in the living room, making sure that Kyla was on top, her ass wiggling towards her stepfather as Ella’s tongue spread her pussy open. She would kiss him, and press her big fake tits in his face, and stroke his cock through his pants, while talking about just how much fun Kyla was to rape, and how she *deserved* to be impregnated. She would email him videos of Kyla squealing with pain as Ella spanked her pussy, or screaming with lust as Ella sucked on her clit, and in every video Kyla would moan, “Please help me, daddy. Please, daddy.”
It was these last videos that finally gave him his solution. After watching them for the tenth time, burning with lust, he stormed into Kyla’s room, pulled her up from her chair by her hair – noting that she was nude, as she always was – pushed her tits-down onto her bed, and shoved his cock into her pussy and began raping her.
“Oh, daddy,” she moaned with lust.
“I’m tired of your bitching,” he told her. “You get one chance. I’m going to cum inside you, and if you get pregnant, you get pregnant.”
“Oh, yes,” she said, bucking her hips against him in ecstasy.
“And if you don’t,” he continued, still fucking her violently, “you’re going to keep working at the brothel, because you need to pay your damn way around here.”
She moaned, a little disappointed sound.
“But you win. I can’t resist raping you. You’re a slutty little fuckdoll and this is what you were made for. So I need you back on your birth control,” he said.
“No!” she pouted. “I won’t! I want a baby!”
“No,” he told her, “you just want to be a lazy bitch and get your own way. But I’ll do you a deal. You go back on your birth control, and I’ll give you Ella.”
She looked back over her shoulder at him in surprise.
He slapped her, and pushed her face down in the bed. “Head down, slut,” he told her.
She muttered something into the bedsheets that he didn’t catch, but went back to bucking her hips against his cock.
“Ella’s sent me all sorts of videos of you acting like you don’t *want* to be her lesbian cunt-slave,” he said. “So what you’re going to do is you’re going to tell her that she’s *your* slave now – or else you’ll go to the police and tell them that she’s raping you.”
The frantic increase in speed of her bucking told him that she liked this idea.
“And,” he continued, “you can do all the mean things to her that I’m sure you’ve been thinking of ever since I first put her in charge of you. As long as I get to watch them.”
“Ooo,” Kyla moaned. “I’m going to beat her tits till she screams. I’m going to lead her around naked by a leash attached to her clit. I’m going to make her tell people her name is Rape-practice Fuckmelons.”
“That’s my girl,” he said. “And I thought, since you’re so keen on babies all of a sudden, we could take away *her* birth control, and then have a very focused try at turning her into a good little milk-titted breeder…”
Kyla’s only response was to orgasm; and a moment later, he did too, filling his stepdaughter’s womb full of his cum…
Birthday Tradition
In the past, Caity had been treated like a princess for her birthday, which had led to spoiled, bratty, behaviour, and an inflated sense of her self-worth. So after her enslavement, her husband-owner decided it would be important to start a new birthday tradition.
This year she had been made to invite only her male friends, tell them all she wanted for her birthday was their cum, spend the party with her tits on display, eat her slice of the birthday cake from out of a prostitute’s cunt while all the guests watched, and then let each of them fuck her in whichever way they wanted. At the end, nude and with all her holes stuffed with sperm and cake, she would record a special video for their guests to remind them of what fun they’d had with her and to invite them back next year...
The Breeding Switch
The Hallfour School accepted only the brightest of girls into its prestigious classes, and its founder, billionaire philanthropist Jeffrey Hallfour, had developed an outstanding reputation in the world of education as a result.
If you were a parent who wanted your daughter to grow up to be a brilliant, confident, feminist professional, then there was no question that she absolutely *had* to be enrolled at Hallfour.
But Jeffrey Hallfour did not ultimately believe that confident feminists was what the world actually needed in its boardrooms and parliaments. Sure, it was good to have talented young interns and secretaries, but at the end of the day a woman’s place was in birthing stirrups, not an executive office.
And so Jeffrey had ensured that there was one special class that every young student at his academy took twice a week. It was called “Empowerment”, and it consisted of hypnotising the girls for an hour, in a dark lecture theatre with flashing lights and loud conflicting noises.
It was no secret that hypnotism was taking place. The school said it was to give the girls confidence and self-worth – and, indeed, the girls did come out of it feeling good about themselves and ready to seize their dreams.
But the hypnotism was also burying a deep internal switch in every girl – a switch that would lie completely dormant until long after the girl had graduated and entered the workforce. A switch that would not be flipped until the girl’s 25th birthday.
The switch revolved around one key phrase: “Naked, helpless, and pregnant to a man you hate.”
At first it appeared in the girls’ dreams. They would wake up after their birthday wondering why they were thinking of those strange words. They would begin to have vivid dreams of going naked in public, of being unable to perform basic tasks, and of having unprotected sex with a man in their life who they completely reviled.
Sometimes they would wake up orgasming from these dreams.
Then the thoughts started to appear in their waking lives. They would find themselves unconsciously doodling the words on pieces of paper, accidentally typing them into emails, and occasionally saying them out loud, in a quiet, speculative voice.
They were usually unaware that they had ceased all birth control some months ago, or that they were buying pharmaceutical products intended to increase their sex drive and promote their fertility.
Then, at the most fertile point of their menstrual cycle, about two months after their 25th birthday, they would seek out the man they hated most in their immediate circle of acquaintances, and do whatever it took to get him to ejaculate in their unprotected womb.
They wouldn’t know they were doing it. Their mind would go blank. Everything they did in order to get impregnated would make no mark on their memory. They would have no awareness of their behaviour – until they finally took a pregnancy test, and saw a positive result, at which point the full circumstances of how they had been impregnated would come back to them, filling them with horror and shame.
In the event that the pregnancy didn’t take on the first try, the girl would seek out another man she hated at the peak of her cycle every month, again and again, in a slutty cycle of seduction and rape, until she fell pregnant.
Jenny, who was in the middle of bitter divorce proceedings with her ex-husband on her 25th birthday, found herself arriving naked at his house and begging him to fuck her, the way that he had fucked her best friends while they were married. She was loud enough that the neighbours heard, and came out to see her standing there naked in his doorway, pleading with him to fuck her.
Her ex told her that he would only fuck her if she agreed to give him everything in the divorce, leaving her penniless and destitute, and she didn’t think twice - she signed the papers on the spot, desperate to get his cum into her womb.
He would not, of course, be paying any child support once she got pregnant. In fact, no one would even believe he was the father, given the large number of men she had confessed to fucking during their marriage in the divorce settlement she had signed.
Anna was also in legal proceedings on her 25th birthday – giving evidence at trial, that a family friend had raped her at a party a year ago. But after the first day of evidence, she lured the accused into the male toilets, stripped naked in front of him, and begged him to impregnate her. He photographed her nude, cupping her tits and spreading her pussy for him, and filmed her confessing that she was a cocktease who had lied in court.
The photographs and film were tendered in court the next day, and distributed to the jury, and eventually distributed to the media. The tabloids published the full nude pictures of her, under the headline “COCKTEASE SLUT”, and she was subsequently convicted of perjury and sent to prison for a year. She would end up having her baby in jail, but she agreed to let her rapist visit her for “conjugal visits” every two weeks, where he would re-rape her in a trailer, as the necessary trade-off to avoid his multi-million-dollar defamation lawsuit.
For Kia, a lesbian, the man she hated most in all the world was Evan, who had seduced her bisexual girlfriend Rose away from her. So when her breeding trigger kicked in, she found herself knocking on Evan’s door and confessing that, even though she was a lesbian, she *really* wanted Evan to impregnate her, and she would do anything if only he would fuck her hetero-virginal cunt and put a baby into it…
For Julie, a police officer, the trigger kicked in while she was wrestling with a criminal in a back alley. She had chased him half a suburb from a burglary-in-progress, over fences and through backyards, and when she had finally cornered him, he had had the gall to slap her once in the face and punch her twice in the tits as she struggled with him.
She had just pinned him to the ground – where he had further managed to bring his knee up hard against her cunt not once but twice – when she felt herself suddenly go limp.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Rape me. Please. And then I’ll let you go.” And she found herself unbuttoning her police shirt, and pulling up her bra, so that he could feel her tits – or punch them again, if he felt so inclined – and then pulling down her pants and panties.
The criminal did rape her there, in the alleyway, impregnating her on the first try, but he also took photos, to blackmail her, and over coming months Julie found herself forced to fuck him again, and his friends, and help them in their crimes, and find them other women to rape – including, eventually, some of her fellow female police officers…
And for all these women, the pregnancy was only the beginning. Because they had two other imperatives – naked, and helpless.
As their bellies swelled with humiliating new life, and their tits grew heavy with milk, the women found it progressively harder and more unpleasant to wear clothes. They stopped wearing them at home, and then found themselves first going without panties and bras in public, and then later finding excuses to bare their tits or cunts discreetly in places like their private office, or while driving from place to place.
And then finally they would realise they were completely nude in a public place, with no memory of having undressed, and no idea where they had hidden their clothes.
And at the same time they would find themselves growing stupider. Their minds felt clouded with pink noise, overly focused on their wet cunts and their swelling, milky tits. They would have trouble with basic tasks, growing worse and worse at their job, and needing to seek out male assistance more and more often.
It would soon become apparent that they were losing the skill to do anything other than the basic duties of breeding. They could do domestic chores well enough – providing they were naked. They could fuck, and please a man. And they could watch their baby develop inside them, and wait for it to be born – at which point they would resume seeking out men who they hated in order to be reimpregnated.
And thus every woman who graduated from the Hallfour School would find herself a pregnant, breeding bimbo within a few months of their 25th birthday. Some would be kept on by their employers as secretaries or decorations. Some would turn to prostitution to pay their pregnancy bills and feed their children. Others would wind up marrying a man – sometimes the father of their child, sometimes someone else they hated (because they were going to have to keep fucking men they hated, regardless of who they married) – and becoming a perpetually-pregnant housewife.
But they all found, invariably, that after their 25th birthday, none of their opinions or preferences ever mattered again.
And that was exactly how Jeffrey Hallfour liked it.