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Subject: {ASSM} (MsWhich) RP: Ana and her Father, part 7 (nc, inc, torture)
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Ana and her Father, Part VII
As the door to the principal's office closed firmly behind her, Ana
walked slowly and hesitatingly toward the hallway, humiliated and
crying. Her nipple clamps were biting firmly into her soft nippleflesh,
reminding her of the fact that she had nothing else with which to cover her
bare breasts. And the dildo was even worse than it had been this morning;
her pussy was very wet and lubricated now, and the dildo threatened to slip
out with every step. Ana could do nothing about it this time, nor could she
adjust the hem of her skirt, which was riding up to mid-thigh. Her hands
were handcuffed behind her back.
As soon as she exited the recently-deserted hallway of the school, she
realized to her horror that while it seemed most of the girls had gone
home, most of the male population of the student body remained in the
schoolyard. All conversation stopped as she emerged on shaking legs,
her eyes downcast. As she made her agonizingly slow way across the
schoolgrounds, the only sound that could be heard was the clicking of
her heels against the pavement.
Ana realized that she would have to walk right past several staring
groups of students in order to exit the schoolyard. They refused to get out
of her way, simply ogling her as she stumbled and swayed toward them. As
she approached the first group of boys, none made a sound. But one
furtively reached out to toy with her nipple clamps briefly, snatching his
hand back immediately as though he'd been burned.
Ana yelped at the sudden pain. Just as soon as the first boy's hand had
left her, though, another flicked at the chain, setting it to swinging
again. Then a third boy reached up to tug at the chain, and soon it was set
to swinging violently back and forth by a series of furtive hands. The pain
brought Ana to her knees. Now she felt someone come up behind her and start
biting her neck and shoulders. Ana began to struggle, but with her hands
cuffed behind her, there was little she could do to protect herself.
She felt strong hands forcing her to the ground as she kicked and
moaned. Two boys each grabbed her legs, taking the opportunity to
stroke and fondle them even as they pinned her down in a spread-eagle
position. From the corners of her eyes, Ana saw dozens more boys
crowding around, and her heart sank. She put up one last desperate
struggle, but the grinning teenagers kept her pinned down easily. Four boys
had her legs, her head was propped up on someone's lap, and three or four
boys were busily toying with her nipple clamps, causing bright pain to shoot
through her breasts. They were all still eerily silent, nobody having
spoken a word.
The boys not occupied holding her were engaged in stripping off their
jeans and underwear. Ana was soon surrounded by twelve to fifteen
leering teenaged boys, their cocks erect and throbbing. She wailed,
but her cry was soon cut off by a tall, black-haired boy who knelt over her
head and gently slid his cock into her mouth. She tried to pull away, but
he took hold of her head and held it there, pushing his cock far back into
her throat, thrusting slowly. After having been ravaged by her father's
cock the night before, Ana was able to take him into her throat without much
gagging, but he shoved his cock so far back into her throat that it cut off
her breathing passage again. She struggled wildly, whipping her head back
and forth, but the black-haired boy only wrapped his fingers through her
hair and pulled tightly, forcing her mouth even further down onto his
erection. Ana, in a wild panic, didn't even resist when she was violated
further.
Another boy, shorter, but muscular and blond, now laid his weight upon
Ana and thrust his cock into her. Still nobody had said a word, and Ana
felt as though she were in some sort of surreal dream. She searched the
eyes of the other boys for anyone who would help her, but she only found
pleasure and delight in her predicament in their faces. She couldn't even
whimper; her air was cut off completely. As her father had, the
black-haired boy waited until she was nearly fainting from lack of oxygen
before he allowed her to breathe. Then he settled into a more normal
rhythm, thrusting his cock into her mouth slowly and steadily. Ana was
desperate to get him out of her mouth, and so she did her best to make him
cum as quick as possible, licking and sucking as his cock slid in and out of
her throat. It was becoming more difficult for her to concentrate; the
thorough fucking her pussy was receiving was having a familiar effect.
Ana's clit began to respond yet again, throbbing and pulsing. She tried to
thrust her hips against the boy who was fucking her, to grind her clit
against his balls, but the boys pinning her down allowed her no freedom of
movement. She tried to tell them, to explain, that she wouldn't scream or
yell if they only allowed her to cum, please to cum, that's all she wanted,
but her pleas came out only as muffled whimpers against the steady thrusting
of the cock in her mouth.
When the black-haired boy finally spurted into her throat, another cock
immediately replaced his. Ana was frantic to cum now, desperate to be able
to explain, but she was only held down tighter, her cries
interpreted as pleas for escape. This boy, too, silenced her cries by
choking her with his cock. Ana realized in horror that she would have
to undergo this ordeal with every single boy there. The second boy was in
her aching pussy now, and she knew that if she could only rub against him
she could cum, if she just didn't have to struggle against the cock rammed
down her throat, she was so close already, ah god.. but their hateful hands
pinned her tightly to the ground.
After the second boy finished moaning and spurting inside her, a thin,
wiry red-head took her, and... oh, thank God, he was rubbing his balls
against her clit! Ana groaned in pleasure, tingles beginning to sweep
over her entire body, but just as the orgasm was about to sweep over
her, he pulled his cock away, smiling. He knew! This one knew exactly what
he was doing! He slid his long cock into her again, tormenting this sweet
tortured body even more. He ground and rubbed his balls against her until
he saw her eyes come unfocused and her breathing increase to a feverish
gasping pace.. and then pulled out again. Ana was near to
hyperventilating. She pleaded with him with her eyes, imploring, moaning
and sighing desperately, but her tormentor only smirked and brought her
slowly to orgasm again... then denied it. Ana started to cry. She needed
to cum so badly, and this bastard KNEW what he was doing to her. If only
the idiot inside her mouth would let go of her head.. but they all held her
head tight to their cocks, half-choking her and allowing no sounds to escape
her save gasping whimpers.
The red-head lasted the longest, thrusting inside her for at least
twenty minutes. Finally he gasped and moaned loudly, cumming and
cumming inside her. Ana was nearly out of her mind, tears streaming
down her cheeks. Most of the boys there thought she was crying at the
humiliation of being raped. But Ana only wanted to cum, more than
anything in the world. The red-head would have her twice more that day,
tormenting her the same way both times. Eleven other boys fucked her a
total of twenty-six times that afternoon, as she lay there on the ground
sucking them and taking them in her cunt until she was sore and bruised.
When they were finished, still without speaking a single word, they left
her, trembling and crying, lying in the dirt.
Ana sobbed miserably. Twelve boys and twenty-six fucks and she still
hadn't been able to cum. Her pussy was on fire, aching and throbbing.
If she could only stroke it.. just for a few minutes.. she tried
miserably to rub it against the ground, but to no avail. One thought
burned in her brain: Master. I have to get home to Master. Master
will take care of me. Incoherently, she struggled weakly to her feet
and stumbled homeward.
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