Lisa screamed behind the cruel gag as he lifted a leg and straddled her all the time pulling on her shirt. She struggled the little she could then watched in horror as he ripped the shirt open as he dropped her back to the bed. She bounced hard the pain of falling on her arms shooting through her arms and shoulders. “Soon they will be coming,” she repeated as he slowly sliced the right arm of the shirt open.

“Such soft white skin,” he murmured then stroked her flesh with the knife blade. “So you are daddy’s little princess all clean and pretty, fresh and pure. Let’s see what we can do to sully you up a little.” The left sleeve dropped away then the shoulders.

Lisa struggled to breath as he rocked his hips against her once then pulled her back up with a large hand at the back of her neck.