Starved Beast

"Come here, bitch!" the tall one barked, hoisting her up by her arm, ignoring that she was attacking him with her foot and the rake of her nails. She shrieked because he slapped her and because of the pain of the sword and the pike.

"What happened to your ass?" he hissed.

"My f ... father hit me," she sobbed, shutting her eyes. "I was horny and I ... I touched..." She pointed delicately towards her bare pussy. "F ... Father says I mustn't fuck myself. He says that I must wait for him to do it."

"Your father, eh?" the tall one grinned, looking knowingly at his friend. "So you're the wacko's daughter?" He squeezed her breasts the same way I'd come accustomed to doing each morning, pinching them and checking their weight, tormenting her nipples. "So how did you get to be in here then? You wasn't born without no mother. What is it, an immaculate conception?"

I could see the immediate suspicion in his eyes and guessed that disguise was a common deception. The one with the sword ran his fin