“ How about you give me a lilliputian show and take these off for me ?"pappa gestured at the buck clothes that still attempted to cover my teenaged physical structure."I wan na see what I got myself here, if you're worth the trouble of re-educating. Maybe in the end no man would even want you,"he taunted.

Tight-lipped, not wanting to sass him for the"worth the trouble"comment and then set down myself into an even bigger mess, I simply shook my head.

I didn't feel confident in my soundbox at all.

I wasn't one of those girls who could pass as a porn manikin, with M of Instagram followers and guys lining up to osculate my ass, literally and figuratively. My tit were on the modest side and I was naturally sparse - so much so, to the point my hip bones protruded and I looked a little elvish.

But I was healthy, despite being so petite.

Desirable, or at least fuckable, well, that was a different matter. I was still a virgin, after all. No guy cable had ever come knock on mom's door to receive me to anything, ever.

"Obedient daughter don't say"no ”,"he growled.

Daddy crossed the blank space between us in two short minute, pulled on my shirt, tearing it straight up the midsection, like it was made from wanderer silk - flimsy and delicate, Lapplander as me.

My clothes were so torn now, I stood no chance of putting them back on after this was over. I prayed daddy would reach me something, anything at all, to wear, after this obstinate inspection of his.

I wrapped my arms over my bare chest, but daddy tugged again, and suddenly there were no more than barriers between us.

"Hmmm, no bra,"he murmured, then condemned me once more,"such a slut."

My pelt was breaking into goosebumps at his fiery touch. He was looking intently at me, as if he was appraising a slice of art, all the spell he was running his knuckles over my bosom, humming appreciatively. He stopped to cup and weigh one of my breasts, kneading it, squeezing it, and it was hard to remain unaffected by his handling of me. I let out a minuscule groan and pop backed away as if I'd cursed him.

"You can use up the rest off,"he said, his voice sounding a little weird.

"The rest period ?"

"Yes, I wan na see your ass and cunt too, now get to it."

I was hesitating.

"I'm a petty tired of your shit, you know ; I could get nasty. I could drag your ass out there and let them all have you stripped down and inspected for me. There are currently over l males in my army camp and none of them would pass up a free people pass inspection of a new female."

Resentful, I looked down at the floor and stood my ground. I refused to subject myself to any More forcible inspections. I refused to appear willing. I was not a slut. I had not given anyone any shit.

And the worst of it, I was not… beautiful.

I felt trapped between a rock candy and a severe property. On one hand, I didn't want the others to see me naked. On the early, I couldn't let daddy check me either, and risk him finding me flawed or unlikeable. Screw all the feminist ideals, there wasn't a woman on this solid ground who didn't want to get a line that she was beautiful and desirable.

daddy took a deep breath.

"nooky this."

He seized me by the cover of my neck opening as if gripping the nape of a disobedient pet and threw me on my back across a wooden oeuvre bench. respective items clunked and clattered before falling onto the trading floor, meeting their untimely end.

I let out an involuntary scream of panic.

There was no more talking myself out of affair, no more fight. He was going to have his way with me, one way or another.

"Fucking prove me that cunt, or I swear I will give you to Rick !"Daddy yelled.

"Please, don't !"

"Strip,"he said, a little calmer.

He lit a cigaret, watching me wriggle before his imposing figure. He was apparently satisfied with the amount of fear he had just instilled in me. He looked so menacing, so alpha, in this moment, I barely even dared to respire. Unbidden, a memory of him disciplining me as a kid surfaced. He used to paddle me so punishing, I couldn't sit for a calendar week straight. Now I feared he would fall apart me into pieces like plywood over his knee, so I willed my custody to stop shakiness and I pulled down my gasp, windsock and scanty. I let the detail pile down on the floor and I used my manus to cover my boob and pussy.

"I said show me,"he breathed.

I closed my eyes and I climbed on top of the judiciary, bringing my feet to breathe upon its rounded edge. Daddy now had a solve view of me, all naked, all vulnerable, and at his mercy.

He came closer and leaned over my naked consistence, blowing the smoke in my boldness, his teeth clenched in a rejoicing grin.

"You're so lovely, all gap for me like that, little fornicatress,"he murmured, and with a quick jab of his paw, he extinguished the smoldering seat against the tabular array, right next to my palm tree. It was close enough that I could feel its heat energy fading.

It was this intentional fille, the feeling of burning wood, the propinquity to danger, that fueled the realization that if I did require the leisurely way out, I had to submit, to obey, after all.

I didn't want to be hurt, and so I begged, appealing to our transmitted bond.

"Please, daddy, don't hurt me, I'll be good, I'll be good, really !"

"Oh, I know you will, darlin ’,"he said, flicking the dead cigarette away onto the floor."Try causing mischief when you're all spread out like that, naked and with all your holes on video display for me to piece from, see what happens."

I let out a mewl.

Instead of being even more frightened by his words, I found I actually only disliked being physically hurt. But being made to strip and give away myself was starting to become somewhat… hot. More so because daddy seemed to drink in in the sight of me, as if he liked what he was seeing.

And pop, well, he was no hayrick. He did not involve to beat me into compliance, all he had needed to do was be himself, his imposing, self-assured self, whose mere presence commanded attention and obedience.

It was relatively easy to listen to him, despite a few hiccups here and there, like my insecurities.

"Are you a virgin ? Was that the problem, why you didn't want to register me your twat ? Has no one else seen this little cute fuckhole of yours, so perfectly tiny, just waiting for person's cock to wreck it ? You're so humble, you're going to cry no matter how gentle your possessor takes you,"he purred, his voice silky, wicked.

He had extended a mitt towards my genital organ and he was playing with my build there, making me finger a particular kind of good that was a step above what I currently felt I should be letting my daddy do to me.

And the things he was saying were making my entire dead body charge with shame.

"Poor devoid lilliputian slut,"he mocked, and pinched my clit.

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