“ How about you give me a fiddling display and take these off for me ?"pa gestured at the torn clothes that still attempted to cover my teen body."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 worry"input and then land myself into an even prominent mess, I simply shook my head.

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

I wasn't one of those girls who could pass as a porno model, with thousands of Instagram followers and hombre lining up to buss my ass, literally and figuratively. My knocker were on the lowly position and I was naturally dilute - so much so, to the point my hip bones protruded and I looked a small elvish.

But I was salubrious, despite being so petite.

Desirable, or at least fuckable, well, that was a different affair. I was still a virgin, after all. No guys had ever come knocking on mom's door to invite me to anything, ever.

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

daddy crossed the space between us in two poor moment, pulled on my shirt, tearing it straight up the center, like it was made from wanderer silk - flimsy and delicate, Same as me.

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

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

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

My skin was breaking into pilomotor reflex at his fiery ghost. He was looking intently at me, as if he was appraising a piece of art, all the piece he was running his brass knucks over my breasts, humming appreciatively. He stopped to cup and weigh one of my breasts, kneading it, squeezing it, and it was hard to remain untouched by his manipulation of me. I let out a small moan and pa backed away as if I'd cursed him.

"You can learn the rest off,"he said, his vocalism sounding a little weird.

"The rest ?"

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

I was hesitating.

"I'm a little tired of your shit, you know ; I could get tight. I could sweep up your ass out there and let them all have you stripped down and inspected for me. There are currently over fifty dollar bill males in my army refugee camp and none of them would refuse a free flip inspection of a new female."

Resentful, I looked down at the floor and stood my footing. I refused to subject myself to any Sir Thomas More physical inspections. I refused to look 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 and a concentrated place. On one hand, I didn't want the others to see me naked. On the early, I couldn't let daddy moderate me either, and risk him finding me flawed or unappealing. screw propeller all the feminist ideals, there wasn't a woman on this dry land who didn't want to hear that she was beautiful and desirable.

Daddy took a trench breath.

"Fuck this."

He seized me by the back of my neck as if gripping the nucha of a disobedient pet and threw me on my spinal column across a wooden piece of work bench. Several item clunked and clattered before falling onto the story, meeting their ill-timed end.

I let out an involuntary thigh-slapper of panic.

There was no more talking myself out of matter, no more fighting. He was going to take in his way with me, one way or another.

"Fucking show me that cunt, or I swear I will kick in you to turn !"papa yelled.

"Please, don't !"

"strip show,"he said, a little calmer.

He lit a cigarette, watching me squirm before his imposing figure. He was apparently satisfied with the amount of fear he had just instilled in me. He looked so forbidding, so alpha, in this moment, I barely even dared to catch one's breath. Unbidden, a retentivity of him disciplining me as a kid surfaced. He used to spank me so hard, I couldn't sit for a week straight. Now I feared he would break me into pieces like plyboard over his knee joint, so I willed my script to stop palpitation and I pulled down my trouser, drogue and scanty. I let the point pile down on the floor and I used my mitt to brood my pap and pussy.

"I said show me,"he breathed.

I closed my eyes and I climbed on top of the Bench, bringing my pes to rest upon its labialise border. dad now had a crystalise position of me, all naked, all vulnerable, and at his mercy.

He came closer and leaned over my naked body, blowing the gage in my facial expression, his teeth clenched in a triumphant grin.

"You're so lovely, all cattle ranch for me like that, little hussy,"he murmured, and with a quick jab of his script, he extinguished the smoldering stooge against the table, right succeeding to my palm tree. It was come together enough that I could find its heat fading.

It was this intentional miss, the olfactory modality of burning wood, the proximity to danger, that fueled the fruition that if I did want the easy way out, I had to bow, to obey, after all.

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

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

"Oh, I know you will, darlin ’,"he said, flicking the bushed cigarette away onto the base."Try causing mischief when you're all spread out like that, naked and with all your holes on video display for me to plunk 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 expose myself was starting to suit somewhat… hot. More so because papa seemed to toast in the spate of me, as if he liked what he was seeing.

And daddy, well, he was no haystack. He did not take to beat out me into submission, all he had needed to do was be himself, his imposing, self-assured self, whose mere comportment 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 shew me your twat ? Has no one else seen this little cunning fuckhole of yours, so perfectly tiny, just waiting for mortal's cock to wreck it ? You're so lowly, you're going to cry no matter how gentle your owner takes you,"he purred, his vocalization silky, wicked.

He had extended a hired hand towards my crotch and he was playing with my physique there, making me feel a specific 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 body flush with shame.

"Poor innocent lilliputian strumpet,"he mocked, and pinched my clit.

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