Savannah sighed. It was like every other night. She would try to run away to the waterfall tribe, only to get caught and get a nice hard spanking from her adoptive father Shep Darnock. The sweet paternal way he acts is nothing but a mask of his true self. He is violent and cruel, and it was really showing tonight.
Darnock was watching as Savannah bathed in the hot water, tears in her eyes. "Such a dumb slut. Running off and disobeying your Daddy." He gives her a hard slap across the face. Savannah didn't make a sound.
She had so many bruises and scars on her skin from his acts that they looked like artwork. Sometimes, Savannah would look at the latticework of scars on her hips and thighs and see little patterns. This would never fail to make her cry. Able, a sweet young zil, was in between Savannah's legs and was licking up the blood from her cuts and scrapes. "Get every last drop. Her blood is all you will be getting to eat tonight." Darnock growled as he began stroking the bulge in his khaki pants. Able quietly dry heaved before a stream of thick, crimson-brown bile and chyme gushed from his nose and mouth. It mixed with the water, swirling around and becoming a slimy mush.
"What the hell is wrong with you, boy?!" Darnock walked over to Able and grabbed a fistful of his spine-hair. The older male pulled the zil closer and whispered through clenched teeth into his ear. "Don't you ever in your fucking life vomit on my princess again..." He slammed Abel's face onto the side of the tub with a sickening crack as he broke his nose. "Come on, little one. Let's go sleep together." Darnock grabbed Savannah and pulled her off of the sobbing zil.
Thirty minutes later, Savannah was wearing a babydoll nightie. It was pastel pink with two slits to reveal her puffy areolae and perky nipples. Under the nightie was a pair of white panties stained with blood and girlcum. Darnock was sitting on the edge of the bed with his thick erection in hand, stroking it slowly. Savannah slid her white stilettos on and strutted toward Darnock.
She really was Daddy's girl.
Darnock was watching as Savannah bathed in the hot water, tears in her eyes. "Such a dumb slut. Running off and disobeying your Daddy." He gives her a hard slap across the face. Savannah didn't make a sound.
She had so many bruises and scars on her skin from his acts that they looked like artwork. Sometimes, Savannah would look at the latticework of scars on her hips and thighs and see little patterns. This would never fail to make her cry. Able, a sweet young zil, was in between Savannah's legs and was licking up the blood from her cuts and scrapes. "Get every last drop. Her blood is all you will be getting to eat tonight." Darnock growled as he began stroking the bulge in his khaki pants. Able quietly dry heaved before a stream of thick, crimson-brown bile and chyme gushed from his nose and mouth. It mixed with the water, swirling around and becoming a slimy mush.
"What the hell is wrong with you, boy?!" Darnock walked over to Able and grabbed a fistful of his spine-hair. The older male pulled the zil closer and whispered through clenched teeth into his ear. "Don't you ever in your fucking life vomit on my princess again..." He slammed Abel's face onto the side of the tub with a sickening crack as he broke his nose. "Come on, little one. Let's go sleep together." Darnock grabbed Savannah and pulled her off of the sobbing zil.
Thirty minutes later, Savannah was wearing a babydoll nightie. It was pastel pink with two slits to reveal her puffy areolae and perky nipples. Under the nightie was a pair of white panties stained with blood and girlcum. Darnock was sitting on the edge of the bed with his thick erection in hand, stroking it slowly. Savannah slid her white stilettos on and strutted toward Darnock.
She really was Daddy's girl.