This choice: Steve performs ms a ‘scalpel strip’ on Nicole! • Go Back... Steve looms above the taped-down Nicole. He’s a God, looking down at the pathetic specimen below. He smirks as he observes Nicole tug and struggle against the duct-tape. Her pitiful efforts make him chuckle. He looks to his right hand, the scalpel gleams in the morning sun, begging to be used. With an approving nod he lowers his hand towards the vulnerable tiny...
Nicole fails to notice this as she loosens an arm slightly from the thick, sticky tape. She glances up quickly and screams in absolute terror as a shiny blade descends towards her chest. “Please don’t kill me daddy! I only wanted to play with the shrink ray! I, I wasn’t going to hurt you or mommy I swear!” Nicole sobs as the point of the blade hooks under her silky pyjama top...
“I have no intention of hurting you my sweet.” Steve says coldly. “However, you must be punished. Not even one day had passed before you decided to disobey my rules. Therefore, you must suffer... For my satisfaction.” After this Steve slowly drags the scalpel vertically up Nicole’s shirt. Tearing the thin fabric with ease. The shirt parts, showing more and more skin as The scalpel reaches her breasts.
They weren’t fully developed but there was enough to ‘play with’. Steve licks his lips as he slices through the last thread completely severing Nicole’s top. She struggles frantically fully understanding her father’s intentions. Steve, in retaliation, aims the scalpel directly at her chest. The sharp point slightly sticking in.
Nicole yelps. Stopping her protests as Steve moves the scalpel lower towards her crotch. “Now hold still pet. This is going to get tricky.” Steve focuses on the blade as he hooks it against the elastic around her waist. The blade slices through, down the crotch seam. Exposing her barely fluffy pussy. Steve gives an aroused grunt as he slices through the pyjama bottoms.
Carefully removing the torn clothing, Steve stands, proudly. Below him is his daughter, reduced to a tiny slab of meat for him to exact his will upon. “After the shit breakfast your mother made, I’m feeling rather hungry. How do you taste?”
With no time to react, Steve’s tongue completely laps at the incapacitated child. Licking and sucking from head to toe. Making sure to dig his tongue into her fresh pussy. Nicole screams in embarrassment and fear. Steve’s tongue soaks her in spit and dribble as he lazily slobbers over her. Leaving nothing dry.
Satisfied with his work, Steve steps back. He caresses his bulge in his pants. Deciding to hastily unbuckle his pants and slip off his underwear. His erection springs mightily as it hovers over Nicole. She whimpers in awe. “ I can’t let anyone see this in my pants. I have to release the pressure!”
Which that announcement Steve drags his hand across the slobbered Nicole, coating it in spit and pre-teen pussy juice. He slathers his monolithic cock and pumps it as hard as he can...
Nicole closes her eyes and gives up trying to escape. This is her punishment now, to be her father’s plaything, forevermore.
After a couple of hard strokes and with a guttural moan, Steve ejaculates hard on Nicole’s lifeless body. Streams of thick cum coat the abused tiny’s body. Covering her features in hot, sticky goo. The gloop burys the tiny in a thick glob after some final pumps from Steve. He swats the remaining beads of cum on the desk and the submerged tiny...
He lets go of his manhood as it droops to the floor, exhausted by the cumload. Steve leans over on the desk, inspecting the pile of his own bodily fluid. “Hah, how worthless. Bet you won’t survive long under that without help.” Steve pulls his underwear up and pants. After a long zip up he shrugs, “oh well, I’ll get you after another round of coffee.”
With that, Steve exits the garage lab. He lightly closes the door behind him. Unbeknownst to him... someone else was about the enter... Who?
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