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... father's trusting fingers. Her hands were still locked behind her head, causing her to arch further up, as her hips gyrated upon her daddy's hand. "Daddy... stop... please... no... no... no!" Her pleas continued, until suddenly Angelo seized the thrusting of his fingers and pulled them right out, leaving Daniella humping upwards at empty space in frantic need. "Well, I guess if you really don't want it, I'll stop." He said mockingly, knowing full well that her body was beyond withdrawal. This brought a sudden shock to the poor little girl, and she burst into tears all over again, while still aimlessly humping into the air, restrained by her father's hand holding her wrists tightly above her head. "Daddddeeeeyyy!!" Daniella wailed in despair. "Puhh-lllleeeaaa-sss-eee." Now she was picturing the African slave wearing a collar, and secured by the leash to a wall. She tried to crawl forward, chocking herself on the leash, desperately trying to get a delicious cock into her mouth that was dangling just an inch away from her lips, the exact distance of her daddy's hand from her pussy. "Yes sweetie?" her daddy said, "is something the matter?" She nodded desperately and proceeded to hump aimlessly into empty air. The whole bed was squeaking from her movements of desperation. She couldn't even close her legs in order to squirm, as her knees were kept wide apart by her sadistic father. "Is there anything I can do to help?" he taunted her, while she desperately cried, "Daddy!" "What ...

... sweetie? Tell me what daddy can do to help." A satisfied grin was splayed on his lips, and his eyes leered at her, knowing that he had won. She returned his gaze with her deep green eyes, wide in fear and panic, and finally defeat. "Fff..fffuuu...fuckkk! Fuck me Daddy! Please!" His hand closed upon her pussy, which instantly began to bump and grind against his solid palm. Once again, those familiar sensations were returning, surging throughout her pussy, concentrated in the bundle of nerves of her clitoris. "You want your own daddy to fuck you, slut?" She nodded urgently. "Does that mean you are a filthy a****l? A desperate little bitch in heat, that deserves to be beaten, fucked at will, and treated like a dog?" The picture of the black slave, on her hands and knees, wearing a leash, returned to Daniella's mind. She was now contently sucking on that cock like a delicious bone, while someone was flogging her senselessly with a sharp whip all over her back and arse. After a little while the picture transcended, and it was Daniella herself, standing on all fours, enduring a brutal whipping, but contentedly sucking on her Daddy's delicious cock. It was all making sense. Her daddy was right. She was a filthy, perverted a****l, a dog. "Yes Daddy! I am a dog. I need to be fucked. I need it... I need it... I need it!" "Whose dog are you, slut?" He yelled at her hoarsely, as he finally released her hands, spread her legs out wider and took hold of his huge, erect cock, and pressed the ...