doomsnight;; @naughtyxstories
“Shhh … you are making a fuss and we can see how wet and excited you are. I think you need to be touched more often. Perhaps we should make a new rule. Hmmm?” Bjorn circled around the broad farmhouse table and touched Ivy’s flushed cheek. “A new rule that little girls named Ivy aren’t allowed to have baths or showers without supervision and that they need to be dressed. To check regularly for signs she is becoming a slutty girl.” Bjorn taunted softly before Ivy’s throat.
Ivar chuckled cruelly. “I agree …. she obviously needs more attention. We will talk to Father about new rules for her. To ensure she is being well managed.” He bent low enough to peer into her core which had made the speculum slick despite her body’s objections to its chilled intrusion into her hot core. Pictures followed of Ivy’s debased body and spread thighs with its rude protrusion from her hot core. They were promptly sent to their Father, for confirmation that the beautiful brunette was ready to be bred.
Her eyes were staring right at them as those words reached her ears and while part of her was full of worry and fear, her body showed a clear reaction into a different direction. Almost as if by demand, a moan escaped her and yet her head went into a motion that couldn’t be described as anything but denial. “No, please... You can’t do that.”
The young woman could hear the phone, could hear the pictures be taken and somehow she already knew what it meant. Perhaps Ivy had always known that one day this day would come; perhaps she’d been craving it, or maybe dreaded the mere idea. A hand reached out, wanting to have something to hold onto because her world felt like it was falling apart while her body betrayed her. If possible her core became even more slick with the traitorous behavior that she had deal with. “Please...” And yet it sounded more like a cry for more in that moment as she wiggled her hips, away and yet toward them. Such a torn mind.