I shook in anticipation knowing I was going to learn so much from my father now until he slapped my face bringing me back to reality so I focused on him instead of my thoughts. “Shelly” he yelled in my face, “are you listening to me?”
“Yes sir” I said as low as I could but loud enough he could hear me.
Then I saw it in the reflection of the window, he had a butane lighter and it was being waved underneath some piece of metal making it glow white hot.
“No” I screamed tugging frantically on the bar trying to free myself from what he was about to do. I slipped and started gagging for air as I lost my hold and started strangling.
With an easy jerk he had me facing the window watching him as he placed the white hot metal on the back of neck searing the skin and hair away in a wisp of smoke and stench. Thankfully my mind closed down to protect me from the pain and blackness took me quickly as I passed out.
The back of my neck burned and the muscles ached when I came too to see him looking down at me.
“Hello” he said in a soft voice, “welcome to the land of the living my tender slave daughter.”
I tried to move but was unable to for some reason all I could do was jerk my body around a little and that is when I saw in the window I was trussed to the desk, my ass in the air exposed the fake udders squishing out at the sides as I squirmed which was all I could do in this position. Seeing myself that way did not make my eyes go as wide as the sight of his turgid cock sticking up slightly with a curve, the dark purple head bobbing slightly as it bumped my ass cheeks from where he stood.
“What are you going to do” I asked lamely as I kept my eyes on his rock hard cock.
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