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Subject: {ASSM} (MsWhich) RP: Ana and her Father, part 7 and 8 (nc, inc, torture)
Date: Wed,  6 Dec 2000 08:10:07 -0500
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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.

Ana and her Father, Part VIII

Paul smiled distantly.  Ana's struggles had ceased, for the most part.  
Earlier, she'd managed to splash half the water out of the tub, but now her 
efforts were concentrated solely on breathing.  As they should be, he 
thought to himself.

Ana's hands were chained behind her back, her ankles were chained together, 
and another chain encircled her neck.  A fourth chain was pulled taut, 
connecting the ones at her ankles and neck, forcing her to arch her back and 
not permitting any freedom of motion.  She was lying on her back this way in 
the bathtub, which presently was filled with water to above the level of her 
head.  Her earlier splashes had been a futile attempt to raise her head 
above the water.

Paul was holding his hand over the opening to a tube that ran to her mouth.  
He counted slowly to fifteen, then released, watching Ana's chest expand and 
contract violently under the water.

They'd been doing this for about an hour.  Ana's force of will was strong, 
but Paul thought she would give in soon.  The next time he covered the tube, 
it would be for twenty seconds.  Ana wouldn't enjoy that.  And if she still 
didn't give in, he'd increase the time to thirty seconds.  He smiled.  Ana 
was strong, but not that strong.  She'd give in.

He glanced at the clock.  It had been half an hour since he last brought her 
up out of the water.  Paul pulled the tube out of her mouth and dragged her 
head up.  Ana immediately began to cough and gag, spitting out water.  She 
groaned, but said nothing -- she'd learned that lesson the last time he'd 
let her up for air.

"Ana, are you ready to tell me what I want to hear?"

She looked at him miserably, rivulets of water coursing down her face, 
mingling with tears, her eyes red-rimmed and watery.

"Ana, did you hear me?  I want you to answer me.  Are you ready?"

She moaned, a low, desperate, mournful sound, but said nothing.  Paul 
shrugged nonchalantly.

"All right, have it your way."

He pushed her head back below the water and inserted the tube in her mouth 
again.  After a minute or so, he held his hand over the top for twenty 
seconds.

It wasn't so much, really, what he was asking of her.  He just wanted a 
simple admission of love, that's all.  That shouldn't be so hard for a 
daughter to admit to her father.

She'd come home from school, bedraggled, scratched and bruised, with cum 
dripping down her thighs.  Paul's cock twitched just looking at her, knowing 
what she'd been put through, enjoying the sight of his own daughter defiled 
that way.  He'd drawn her into his arms, felt her body shake with sobs.  
He'd also slid a finger under her skirt, between her thighs, and felt her 
hot, swollen clitoris, eliciting a desperate moan from the girl.  Good, he 
thought to himself.  She hadn't managed to have an orgasm.  He'd expected 
she wouldn't.

He'd put her into the bath, then -- not chained, as she was presently, just 
a regular bath.  He'd cleansed her, while she cried and cried, spilling out 
the long sordid story of her day (of course, he'd already known the details, 
having arranged it, but he listened nonetheless).  He soaped her up and 
rinsed her off, then drained the water and filled the bath again.

"Ana," he'd said, "you must know that I love you.  I wouldn't keep you here 
otherwise."

It was a blatant lie, and Ana's eyes betrayed her knowledge of this.  Her 
father continued on.

"I love you, Ana my dear.  Do you love me?  Do you?  I want to hear you say 
you do."

Her eyes darkened, and a crease drew together in her forehead.  Paul's cock 
twitched again.  He hoped she would refuse him.  To his delight, she shook 
her head slightly, her lips pinched tightly together.

"Ana, I want to hear you say that you love me.  I'm your father, and I think 
I deserve at least that much."

Ana stared back mutely.  She would not admit to loving this monster of a 
man, who had torn her from her home and put her into bondage, torturing her, 
putting her through the most deviant and disgusting rituals.  She would not 
tell him she loved him.  She despised every inch of his person.  She tried 
to forget how badly she'd wanted to come home to him after the boys in the 
schoolyard had taken her.  That wasn't love, that was desperation.  She 
hated him.

Paul was staring at her, his features suddenly cold and harsh.

"Ana, darling, I'm starting to think you enjoy punishment."

It was then that he'd chained her and pushed her down below the water, 
allowing her to breathe only through a slender tube.  Ana was panicked by 
that already, even before he began blocking the air supply for long seconds 
at a time.  Now, after an hour, she was starting to think he meant to kill 
her this time.

Paul looked up at the clock again.  She'd been down this time for only about 
twenty minutes, but he felt that the repeated oxygen denial was wearing down 
her defenses.  Besides, he'd developed a raging erection and wanted to do 
something about it.  He yanked Ana up out of the water again, giving her a 
minute to stop gagging and coughing up water.

"Ana?  You know what I want you to say.  I can keep you here all night like 
this.  I can hold off your air for longer and longer.  Would you like that, 
Ana?  Do you want that?"

Ana tried to stare at him defiantly, but the quivering of her lower lip 
betrayed her.   She couldn't go back under the water.  She'd die.  Soon, the 
rest of her face crumpled, and she let out a long, heartwrenching sob.

"I love you!  I love you!  I love you, please, I love you, please just don't 
make me go underwater again, I love you, I love you, I swear it!"

Paul smiled at her tightly.

"Good girl.  I don't want you to forget this moment."

He glanced over her taut, slick body, chained into immobility, and smiled 
again.

"Ana, as a reward for being a good girl, I'm going to allow you an orgasm."

Hope burned in her eyes, although she tried to mask the emotion that swept 
over her.  She wanted -- needed -- an orgasm, desperately.

Paul smiled to himself.  She'd have an orgasm before the night was over, but 
somehow he doubted that she'd enjoy it.
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