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Ana and her Father (Mf, cons, young teen)
by MsWhich
Comments to: mswhich@hotmail.com
Ana stretched her limbs for the first time in several hours. The drive
from the airport had been long and tedious, and there had been no stops.
As she worked the cramps from her tired body, she looked up at what must be
her new home. She blinked, and glanced at her welfare officers, themselves
just emerging from the car, for affirmation. Mrs. Johnson smiled at her.
"That's the one, dear." It wasn't a house. It was a mansion, complete with
gables and turrets and a wrought-iron gate. Ana thought privately that it
looked somewhat like a fortress. She sighed. This had not exactly been
what she'd expected.
Ana Jameson had, until now, lived with her mother in Chicago. When her
mother had died two weeks before, of a rapidly encroaching cancer the
doctors were powerless to stop, the welfare officials had searched
desperately for any living family member. Her mother had been an only
child, and her grandparents were long gone. The only lead the welfare
agency had to go by was the name of her father, written on her birth
certificate. Ana had never had contact with her father, even to the extent
of knowing his name. Her mother had never said a word about him; who he
was, where they'd met, or where he was now. Assuming she had even known,
that is.
Upon contacting him, the welfare officials were not surprised to find
that he had previously been unaware he had a daughter at all. They were
more surprised, however, to hear him agree to take her in. And so for Ana
it was a long drive with the ever-somber Miss Johnson and Mr. Davis to
southern Kentucky.
She hadn't expected to find a luxuriant mansion of this sort located in
Kentucky, but here it was before her, large as life. She half-expected
there to be a moat or a lonely princess locked in a turret. She shook her
head; there was even a cold draft blowing down off the hill. It was all a
little too Gothic. Pulling her sweater tighter around her with one arm,
she bent to pick up her suitcase. Miss Johnson and Mr. Davis shared a
glance, and then smiled brightly at Ana.
"Well, here we are. Ready, sweetie?" Ana grimaced. On top of her
mother's recent death and her being shipped off to the boondocks to live
with a man she'd never seen before in her life, she had to contend with her
social welfare officers, who did not appear to be interested so much in her
social welfare as getting her off their hands as quickly as possible. But,
she supposed, at least her father seemed to be wealthy enough. Perhaps
things wouldn't be so bad. The shivering 16-year-old strode ahead of her
guardians and walked purposefully toward the front door of the mansion.
Miss Johnson and Mr. Davis shared another glance, this time a bit more
worried. "Do you think we should tell her?"
"What, about the rumors? They're rumors. Unsubstantiated rumors. And
besides, he's the girl's father. What else could we do?"
"Well, I know.. it's just that the stories we've heard from the
locals.." "A lonely recluse, wealthy, with a bit of a taste for the extreme
in his sexual life. So what? It's a free country, he's not hurting
anybody, the last time anybody saw him in town _anyway_ was over a year
ago, and she's his daughter, so at any rate they won't be having sex.
Happy?"
"I suppose." In the meantime, Ana had rung the doorbell, with some
trepidation. Half a minute later, the door opened, causing her to
involuntarily gasp in surprise. Embarrassed, she smiled at the man
standing in the doorway and introduced herself.
"Hello, sir.. I'm Ana Jameson." Paul Andrews stared at the girl on his
doorstep. His gaze was imperious, and he turned its full weight to bear on
Ana.
"You're to live with me, I suppose. Come in, then." Ana turned to her
welfare workers for support, but they only shook her hand, each in turn,
told her they wished her the best of luck, and headed back to the car. Ana
watched their car drive away, feeling lost and alone, and slowly followed
her father indoors. Once inside, her father led her through the house to
her room. He pointed out the kitchen and bathrooms along the way, as well
as his wing of the house and the living rooms and such. All of this was
done in a commanding voice, bearing no interruption or comment. Ana had a
sinking feeling in her stomach.
Finally, after what seemed a mile, Paul opened the door to Ana's new
room. It was simple compared with the rest of the house, with only a bed,
a dresser, and a desk. She set her suitcase on the floor and turned to
face her father. For a long moment, each sized the other up. Paul saw a
young, fairly attractive girl, with long straight hair, bearing a vague
resemblance to himself. He noted that she was tallish, and had strong
legs. Ana, on the other hand, saw a black-clad, dark-haired man, wearing
wire-rim glasses, also tall, and well- built, with a stern face.
"Come with me." Ana followed the abrupt command, trailing her father
down the stairs into a living room. He indicated to her to sit down
opposite him, in one of the high-backed chairs. "Your name is Ana. Mine
is Paul, although I will expect you to address me differently. We'll get
to that in a moment. First, let me make something perfectly clear to you.
I bore no sentiment for your mother. She was a mistake that I made almost
17 years ago, and I'd nearly forgotten about her." Ana blinked hard. Her
mother's death was still fresh in her mind, and she missed her terribly.
She had to hold back tears at these harsh words. Paul, appearing not to
notice, continued.
"I have certain expectations about how my house will be run. When I am
working in my study, you will not disturb me. Nor will you speak to me
unless you are either addressed, or have a specific question to ask me.
You will keep your room clean, and you will achieve good marks in school.
Those are my basic expectations." Ana felt sick. But Paul was not finished
yet. "You also may have heard rumors in the town about me. They say I'm
some kind of sexual deviant, and that I have no morals to speak of." Paul
gazed down at Ana, who was struck speechless. "I can't speak as to my
morals, but I am indeed a sexual deviant. There's a name for men like me,
and that name is 'sadist'. Now, I have not indulged my particular
pleasures for quite some time. However, unfortunately for you, and very
fortunately for me, it appears that I have a new toy." Ana realized that he
was referring to _her_ as his "toy". She stood up in shock and began to
speak, only to be silenced by her father's voice.
"Sit down! I told you that you _will not_ speak unless spoken to. You
have nowhere to go. My doors lock from the inside as well as the outside.
And, even if you could get out, there's nowhere you could go for help. I
control this town financially, and no matter how sympathetic they might be
to you, they'll return you to me. I furthermore suggest that you keep your
mouth shut about what goes on here, if you want any semblance of a normal
life outside these walls." Ana was trembling now, in utter disbelief.
"Now. You will address me only as "Father" or "Master". You will wear only
the clothing I choose for you. And you are subject to my demands, at all
times. If you disobey any of my orders, you will be punished. Do you
understand?" Ana finally found her voice.
"No, I don't understand! What do you mean.." That was as far as she got
with her protest. Her father had rapidly crossed the distance to her
chair, grabbed her wrists behind her back, and marched her, crying out her
protest and struggling to get free, to a room on the next floor down. Once
she'd stopped struggling, Ana found herself chained to a wall by her
wrists, hanging from manacles which were set high on the wall. Paul ripped
her blouse from her body in a business-like fashion, doing the same to her
bra. He slid the skirt down past her hips, and then her panties, ignoring
his daughter's protests and feeble kicks. He smiled to himself; it was
difficult to kick well when one's arms were pulled straight above one's
head.
Part II
He was now looking at a squirming young girl, the muscles in her legs
straining, and her high fine breasts bouncing as she wriggled back and
forth, chained to a wall in his basement. He sighed in pleasure.
Fatherhood was going to be good to him. Ana was crying out, begging to be
released, begging to be sent back home, twisting and straining against her
chains. "This is the beginning of your punishment, slave. Eventually
you'll learn to stifle your disagreement with my decisions." Paul chose a
fine, many-tailed whip, with a long handle. He began prodding Ana's inner
thighs with the whip handle, forcing her legs further and further apart
until she could barely remain standing.
"What are you doing? Please, let me go, I'll do anything, please just
let me go.." He smiled again. Indeed, she would do anything and everything
for him, but he would not be letting her go anytime soon. He began to
stroke higher and higher on her thighs with the whip handle, causing her
legs to jerk and flinch. He noted her ticklishness for future reference.
"Ana, are you a virgin?"
"WHAT? What kind of a.." Paul grabbed her long, fine hair and pulled it
harshly. Ana screamed.
"Are you a virgin, Ana?"
"YES!" Paul released her hair.
"Not for long." Paul believed firmly in increasing the sensitivity of a
woman's body before he gave her a good lashing. For this, her legs would
have to be chained in place. He cuffed her ankles in manacles and chained
them to the wall, spreading her legs far apart in the process. Then he
began the slow process of her torture. Ana felt her father begin to kiss
her calves, his lips and tongue caressing her legs gently and lovingly.
She moaned and squirmed, but there was no escape from her bonds of iron.
Paul continued upward, planting gentle kisses on her smooth white flesh,
all the way up her thighs, until she was gasping. Then he very slowly slid
his finger along her pussy lips, allowing his thumb to rest on her clit,
rotating very slowly. He slid his tongue along her pussy, kissing and
licking it as he had her calves and thighs.
Ana, her body in a state of great confusion, moaned helplessly and
rocked in her chains. Her father's warm wet tongue was probing an area of
her she'd rarely even touched herself. Her thighs were tensed, and she
wriggled and squirmed, but there was no escape from his gentle invasive
licking and sucking.
"Please, please let me go please, mmm god what are you doing? Please
don't whip me, I'll be good. I swear, mmmm please please.." Paul ceased
his ministrations for a moment and stood, finding a decent-sized ball gag.
"My dear, you are becoming monotonous." He forced her mouth open, shoving
the bright rubber ball well in past her teeth, and strapped it in. He
liked this particular design. It allowed her to moan, but not to
articulate, and it was quite painful in the degree it forced her jaw open.
He knelt between her legs again and continued his gentle exploration of his
daughter's innermost folds, which were considerably moister than they had
been when he'd begun. As Ana's moans turned into gasps, higher- and
higher-pitched, she stopped struggling. Ana closed her eyes and was
swaying back and forth, the sensations emanating from her clitoris becoming
unbearably pleasurable. She bit her lip and began to submit to the waves
of pleasure sweeping through her body. At this point, Paul finally
stopped, causing a desperate whimper from behind the gag.
"Liked that, did you, dear?" Paul smiled amusedly as Ana's eyes opened
and she realized what she'd almost done, shaking her head violently back
and forth. Paul took the whip again and this time slowly caressed her back
and belly and thighs with the tails, observing with pleasure his daughter's
ticklish jerks and panicked giggles. He indulged himself for a few moments
more with this, and then stood well back from her, watching her trembling
soft body. Oh, it was going to be a good year. That soft white skin, so
young and firm, so cool to the touch..
*WHACK*
Ana screamed, her body twisting and jerking. Several bright red stripes
began to appear on her ass.
*WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK*
Three rapid strokes of the whip on her back. Ana sounded as though she
were nearly hyperventilating. Paul didn't worry. If she fainted, his whip
would bring her to in short order. Tears were flowing freely down her
cheeks now. Now he wanted to show his trembling little girl what pain
really was. He lashed her mercilessly, using all his strength behind the
blows of the whip.
*WHACK*
Her breasts.
*WHACK*
Her inner thighs, so soft and white before.
*WHACK*
Her calves. Paul liked it when her legs buckled for a second and she
hung from the wrist manacles. He struck her there again.
*WHACK*
Ana was screaming now, her wrists burning nearly as much as the rest of
her body. Her breasts were on fire, her back was in agony, and her ass was
.. Paul frowned.
*WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK*
And her ass was bleeding. Paul passed his hands across Ana's cheeks,
and then rubbed her salty tears into her back, causing her screams to reach
a new pitch. He decided that it was now time for Ana to have a little
break. He placed the whip down on the floor and knelt down beneath his
shaking, sobbing daughter.
Ana began to wail as she felt his soft tongue probing between her legs
again. The pleasure, after so much pain, was nearly overwhelming, and she
broke down and began to sob helplessly as he licked at her clit,
occasionally probing into her vagina with his tongue. She tried in vain to
bring her thighs together, but of course her iron manacles held tight. The
mere effort caused her pain, as he'd paid special attention to her thighs
with the whip, which caused her to break into renewed tears. Paul caressed
his daughter until her clit was large and swollen again. Then he stood,
quietly watching the sobbing girl, her body reddened and welted, for
several long minutes. He admired the long red and purple streaks
criss-crossing her body.
"Ana, darling, you're a work of art." He could release her now, or he
could add one final dimension, completing her pain. Well, he'd always been
a perfectionist. He picked up the whip again.
*WHACK*
Paul watched Ana's reaction with great satisfaction. The whip had
landed just where he'd aimed it, directly between her legs. Her whole body
was jerking back and forth as she tried to alleviate the horrendous pain.
*WHACK*
Now Paul was just amusing himself. He wanted to see just how badly he
could make the young girl hurt. He was also a little curious just how
loudly she could scream behind her tight-fitting gag.
*WHACK*
The leather fingers of the whip had landed directly on Ana's clitoris.
Her screams were piercing, and she was hanging limply from her wrist
manacles, unable to support her weight on her legs any longer. Paul
couldn't wait any longer. He released the limp body of his daughter from
her manacles, and laid her on a mattress he had waiting on the floor.
"Hurts quite a bit, doesn't it?" Ana nodded, insensate with pain, tears
streaming down her cheeks. "Well, this might hurt a bit too. But you'll
learn to like it."
Part III
Ana's eyes opened wide. Paul had begun stripping his clothes off, and
soon stood over her naked, his erection large and stiff between his legs.
She tried to get away, but her limbs failed her, too badly abused to move
just yet. Paul laid down, resting his weight on Ana, gazing down into her
terrified face. He did so love the look of a woman in panic. He was
thinking how nice it was to have a girl so young and firm and so utterly
his.. and then he thrust his cock inside her. It went in smoothly, the
only catch being her hymen, which he was through in an instant.
Once his cock was all the way inside her (and he was not a small man in
that department), he let it rest, feeling her vaginal muscles trying to
push him out, sending waves of pleasure through his cock. He moved it from
side to side every so often, watching her eyes roll back in her head and
listening to her moan.
"How's it feel to be raped by your own father, Ana? Cat got your
tongue? Well, silence implies assent, sweetheart." Paul began thrusting
inside her, ramming harder and harder inside her already bruised and welted
body. He panted between thrusts, still teasing her, "Bet you wish you'd
kept your mouth shut, hm, Ana? Well you won't keep it shut for long around
here.. I'm going to feel those lips wrapped around my cock, Ana.. you're
going to be my slut, little girl. I hope you like cock, because you're
going to get a lot of it.. I can tell right now you're going to need a LOT
of punishment... can't seem to follow the rules, can you, Ana?"
Ana stared up at her father helplessly, her body ravaged first by his
whip and now by his cock. The pain had made her nearly hallucinatory, and
now the thorough fucking she was receiving was having a side-effect that
she hadn't expected. Paul felt Ana's hips thrust up to meet him.
Surprised, he looked down and saw her half-lidded eyes, and her slightly
parted lips. "Oh, you little whore.. you little cock sucking whore.. you
love it, don't you? Oh, you love my cock, you little slut. You're MY
slut, and I am going to teach you so well you will never forget, Ana." Ana
began to feel waves of pleasure emanating from between her legs as Paul's
cock slid in and out of her pussy. She groaned and tried to twist away,
but she was firmly impaled by her father. With every thrust, he rubbed
against her clit, again, and again, and again, until Ana felt as though she
were going crazy. If he'd just give her a second to rest, to concentrate..
but his cock was incessant, pounding into her, as her father's breathing
grew faster and harder, and he rammed into her with an ever-increasing
rhythm. Ana couldn't help it any longer. With a loud moan and a
convulsive shudder, she had her very first orgasm.
Paul reached behind her head and undid the gag, pulling it out of her
aching jaw to be immediately replaced by his own mouth. His tongue probed
deep into her mouth, as he began to groan, she felt it more than heard it.
Paul's cock was now bottoming out in her cervix as he thrust into her hard
and fast, groaning into his daughter's mouth. Suddenly, at the end of one
of his invasive thrusts, he froze in place, deep inside her, and Ana felt
her father's cock pulsing and jerking as his deep blue eyes pierced into
her and his cum spurted into her body. Paul lowered his weight down onto
his trembling daughter, resting his head on her shoulder and keeping her
pinned beneath him, as he recovered from his orgasm.
He kissed her neck and then murmured into her ear, "That was lesson one,
slave." After several minutes spent resting inside Ana's soft warmth, Paul
sighed contentedly and withdrew from her. She didn't know it yet, but his
slave's punishment was far from over. He got up from the floor and walked
over to a wooden chair he'd installed in the basement. Later, Ana would
come to dread this chair. For now, Paul merely sat in it.
"Ana, dear, it's time for you to clean my cock." Ana, having thought her
punishment was ended, groaned miserably and began to rise to her feet.
"No, slave. Crawl to me." Paul noted with satisfaction that two of her
whip marks were still bleeding, as she hesitatingly got up onto all fours
and began to crawl towards him. When she'd finally finished her painful
journey across the hard concrete floor and was at the legs of his chair,
she stopped and looked up at him, waiting.
"I hope you enjoyed that orgasm. It's the last you'll have for awhile.
Now, get up on your knees. You're going to clean my cock with your mouth,
slut." Ana did as she was told and rose to her knees, looking unhappily at
her father's cock, coated with his cum and her juices. She whimpered and
opened her mouth to plead for mercy, but before any sound could emerge,
Paul grabbed the back of her head and pulled it toward his cock, causing
her to gasp. Realizing that there would be no reprieve, Ana, slowly
extended her tongue and began to tentatively lick at her father's soft
cock. She wanted badly to cry - she'd never imagined doing anything this
degrading in her entire life. "You'll be down there until it's clean,
slut, so you'd best pick up the pace a little." Ana tasted her own juices
on Paul's cock, as well as the salty taste of his own cum. She gagged a
little, but with her father's hand wound tightly through her hair, she had
no choice but to continue. Her tongue slid along his cock, cleaning it
thoroughly, base to tip. She licked at his balls as well, kissing away the
remnants of her own cum that were left there. When Paul's cock seemed
reasonably clean she stopped and looked up at him expectantly. "Not good
enough, slave. Do it again and this time dry it with your hair." Ana
couldn't hold back her tears any longer. Her tears dripped onto her
breasts as she lowered her mouth again, to complete this hateful task
again. She swirled her tongue around her father's balls one more time,
tracing a path from there to the tip, then back again. At Paul's urging,
she reluctantly sucked the last droplets of cum from his tip, and
thoroughly licked the underside of his cock.
For his part, Paul leaned back and watched his beautiful daughter at
work between his legs, enjoying the soft velvety sensations of her tongue
working at his cock. He felt it twitch and begin to harden again. He
smiled down at his sobbing daughter; the evening was yet young.
Part IV
Ana was horrified as she felt her father's cock begin to harden
underneath the ministrations of her tongue. She finished cleaning him for
the second time. This time, not wanting to be ordered to do it yet again,
she took her long, fine hair and dried his cock with it. The sensation of
her hair caressing this most sensitive part of his body seemed only to make
his cock even longer and harder. She watched it miserably, knowing that
her father's arousal would only mean more torture for her.
Paul gazed down at Ana appraisingly for a long moment as she knelt
before him, fear apparent in her face. She had a beautiful mouth; nice,
full lips with a Cupid's-bow shape. Yes. He wanted her to taste his cock.
Paul smiled slightly to himself; none of the women he'd had before seemed
to enjoy giving him blow jobs. He liked it that way.
"Ana, you're going to suck my cock now." Ana moaned.
"Please, haven't I had enough? I just want to sleep, sir... please."
Paul smiled down at her.
"You'll sleep eventually. Now, I told you to keep your mouth shut.
Since you can't seem to do that, you can wear a little jewelry for me while
you suck my cock." Ana winced at the explicit term. Fear knotted the pit
of her stomach; she had no doubts that the "jewelry" would be more than
decorative. Paul reached into a compartment built into the seat of the
chair and fished out two little alligator clamps, attached by a silver
chain. He also brought out a pair of handcuffs, which he dangled in front
of Ana's face briefly before cuffing her wrists together behind her back,
causing her to wobble a little on her knees.
He stroked her nipples for a while, circling his thumbs around them and
pinching them just a little. When they stood out nearly half an inch from
her breasts, he attached one alligator clamp to each. Ana's eyes opened
wide, and she gasped and winced in pain. She wriggled experimentally, to
see if jiggling her breasts would improve the positioning of the wretched
clamps, but it only made things worse. Paul grinned and tugged a little at
the chain, causing Ana to cry out.
"They're on nice and tight, slave. Don't worry; they won't fall off."
Paul was fully erect again. He motioned to Ana to bring her head closer to
his cock. "You're going to suck it, Ana. And you're going to deep-throat
it. You probably won't enjoy it, but that's why you're the slave. Now.
Start licking it, just like you would a Popsicle or an ice cream cone. And
do it well, or you'll get even more punishment tomorrow. I want to see
enthusiasm." Ana gazed at her father's waiting 9-inch erection dubiously.
"Afraid you can't get it all into your mouth, cock sucker? We can
always abandon this idea and go back to the whip, if you'd like..." Ana,
hampered by the fact that her hands were immobilized behind her, began
slowly bobbing her head up and down, licking her father's cock from base to
tip and back down again, as he'd instructed. "Front AND back, slut. And
faster." He yanked at her hair, bringing bright tears of pain to her eyes.
"Faster, slut. I want to see that pretty little head WORK."
Ana worked at his cock for at least half an hour, trying to cover his
entire length with her rapid licking. Every time she slowed, Paul tugged
at her nipple clamps, causing her to lick with renewed frenzy. Eventually
he would pierce those nipples, but for now clamps would suffice.
"Now take it into your mouth. All the way in. When you swallow, I want
to feel your throat muscles, slut." Ana only got as far as the head of
Paul's cock before her lips began to stretch. His cock really was very
large, and she had a lot of trouble getting it into her mouth. Her father
aided her by pushing his cock in further, causing Ana to gag and choke a
little. "Better get used to it, slave."
Paul grabbed Ana's head and forced it further on his cock. He could
feel the head sliding all the way into the back of her mouth, down her
throat about two inches. He was completely blocking her windpipe now.
Ana, unable to breathe and beginning to panic, began to writhe and thrash,
attempting to free herself from her father's grasp. Paul, who had the twin
advantages of both strength and leverage, looked down with amusement as
Ana's face began to turn red. He shoved his cock a little further in and
tightened his grip on her head, enjoying the sensations that the spasming
of her throat was producing on his erect penis.
Just as Ana's vision began to contract down to a small red dot, her
father abruptly pulled his cock out of her throat. She gasped for air, her
entire body heaving and shaking. Paul, still gripping her head tightly,
counted slowly to five. At the end of his count, when Ana was still
gagging and gasping for air, he rammed his cock into her throat again. She
looked up at him in wild panic, thrashing with renewed frenzy. Paul merely
closed his eyes and smiled. He loved this; the vibrations of her muffled
attempts to scream.. the frantic spasms of her throat muscles.. he slid
his cock in a little deeper. Ana's lips were now brushing against his
balls. The entire length of his cock was inside her mouth. He could
actually see the head, in sharp relief against her throat. "Ana, dear,
you're not sucking." When she was near to fainting from lack of oxygen,
Paul again pulled his cock out of her throat, watching her explosive gasps
for air. "Think of it this way, Ana. After tonight, your gag reflex is
going to be non-existent. Think what a hit you'll be with all my friends."
Ana glared at him with murderous eyes. The expression didn't last long, as
two seconds later she had her father's full length inside her throat again.
This time Paul teased her as she struggled for air.
"How are the living arrangements so far, Ana? Think the social workers
would approve? You've got such a caring father.. I really do care about
your welfare, Ana. I wouldn't want *anything* to happen to my precious
little girl. I appreciate your talents far too much. You can forget
college, Ana.. you're going to be here a very long time." He yanked his
cock out again, and the cycle began anew.
Part V
Two hours later, Ana was curled up on the floor sobbing weakly as Paul
savored the afterglow of his orgasm. He imagined her throat was raw and
red right now, after having been brutally fucked for over two hours and
then having cum shot down it. He sighed in satisfaction. It was the best
orgasm he'd had for quite some time.
He glanced down at his daughter. Clearly, she was in no condition to
walk. He'd normally force her to crawl, but tonight he was tired and
wanted to get to bed. She'd worn him out. And so Paul Andrews
unhandcuffed his daughter's limp body, gently removed the nipple clamps (he
had no desire to permanently damage her nipples by ripping the clamps off),
and picked her up to carry her to her bedroom. Her arms went automatically
around his neck as he straightened and stood. Ana put up only a few softly
whimpered protests as Paul chained her to her bed.
"Just a safety precaution, my dear. Can't have my new toy jumping out
the window." He turned off the lights and closed the door. All things
considered, it had been a successful evening.
~~~~~~~~~~
Paul grinned at his daughter sardonically.
"Good morning, Ana." Ana glared at him from her chains. "It's your
first day at your new school, Ana. Shouldn't be so glum. Here, I've even
got new clothes for you." Paul unlocked Ana from her chains and watched as
she groaned, working out the muscle cramps that had set in overnight.
Sleeping chained to a bed wasn't exactly recommended orthopedic procedure.
After a few minutes of stretching and working out tired muscles, Ana
finally saw the clothing waiting for her at the foot of the bed.
"I can't wear those. They aren't my size." Paul smiled at his daughter.
"They are now. Best put them on, slut, unless you'd like more punishment."
Ana turned white.
"No.. I'll put them on, sir. I'm sure they'll fit fine." "Good girl."
He observed as Ana pulled the stretchy white T-shirt over her torso, noting
with satisfaction that it was, indeed, approximately two sizes too small
for her. Her breasts were so high and fine, straining against the filmy
cotton. Paul mentally congratulated himself on the selection.
"No panties?" Paul shook his head. Ana sighed miserably and squirmed
into the skin-tight cotton skirt. The hem reached slightly below the curve
of her buttocks.
"Your teachers are going to just love it, Ana. Now sit down. I've got
the finishing touch." Ana did as she'd been told and sat on the bed,
fidgeting uncomfortably with the hem of her now-obscenely-short skirt.
Paul reached between her legs and roughly shoved her thighs apart, causing
Ana to gasp. However, remembering her lesson of the night before, she put
up no resistance. She was now splayed out on the bed, her legs wide apart
and her skirt shoved up to her hips, staring murderously at her father.
Paul opened a drawer in the nightstand and extracted a dildo, to Ana's
great dismay. "Keep those legs apart, slut." Paul began working the 8-inch
dildo into his daughter's pussy. Ana grunted a few times, but after about
five minutes, it was fully inside her. Paul could see that she was going
to have some trouble walking. He smiled to himself and began to idly play
with her clit as he gave her a last set of instructions before school.
"Now, Ana. You're going to become wet today, most likely, and in so
doing you're going to lubricate that nice fat dildo in your cunt. And
you're going to be walking, and wriggling, and squirming. That dildo is
nice and shiny and smooth, and it's going to want to slide right out of
your wet little pussy. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?" Ana merely moaned,
her father's ministrations on her clit taking an effect.
"So your job is to keep that dildo in there nice and snug today. Your
teachers have all been instructed not to allow you to enter the restroom,
so you won't be able to take it out. You'll just have to hold it in with
your cunt muscles." Ana, through her mounting haze of pleasure, had still
managed to gasp slightly at the news that her father had such influence at
the school. "Yes, Ana. Your teachers will take orders from me if I so
choose to give them. Everybody in this entire town will. I promise. So
you'd better be good, understand?" Ana nodded frantically. She was now
squirming on the bed, moaning and thrusting her hips forward rapidly as her
father's finger brought her to the brink of orgasm.
"Good." Paul withdrew his finger, causing Ana to desperately whimper.
"Did you forget, Ana? You're my toy. And I get to decide when you cum,
which won't be for quite some time. Now, you've got ten minutes before you
have to leave. Come here and suck my cock, slut." Ana shakily sat up, her
eyes widening for a moment as the motion drove the dildo farther inside
her, and began to unzip her father. His cock was soft, and she looked at
him questioningly.
"Suck, you little slut." She wrapped her lips around it and dutifully
began to suck at Paul's limp penis. Paul grinned and pulled her head tight
to him. She was about to be surprised. As the soft, gentle sucking
sensations continued on Paul's cock, he decided to wait no longer. He let
a flood of urine stream into Ana's mouth. She immediately recoiled and
tried to pull her mouth away, but his firm grip on her head would not allow
her escape.
"Swallow it, Ana, or it's another thirty lashes! Swallow it! Oh, Ana,
I'd better not see any dripping down your chin.. don't gag, slut, swallow
every drop. And keep sucking, you little whore." Ana kept swallowing as
her father's urine sprayed into her mouth. She tried desperately to
repress her gag reflex, but a few times she failed, gagging as the urine
trickled down her throat. Tears of disgust came to her eyes. This was the
most revolting thing she'd ever done. Paul sighed, relieved, as his
teary-eyed daughter finished sucking the last drops of urine from him.
"That's one of your jobs from now on, Ana. I like the feeling of a
woman's mouth around my cock when I piss. And I like not having to get up
from my chair when nature calls. So you get to be my urinal. You should
feel honored." Ana's stomach was heaving as she tried desperately not to
throw up. She doubled up onto all fours on the floor and gasped for air,
frantic to fight off the overwhelming nausea.
"Ana?" She looked up at Paul with wide, teary eyes. "Remember, you're
not permitted to use the bathrooms at school. So it's going to be a very
long day. Now, you'd better get moving. School is about a mile's walk
from here."
Part VI
Ana felt sick and lost as the door closed firmly behind her. She wanted
nothing more than to just walk away and never come back. She knew this to
be a futile wish, however. Even if she ran away, her father would find her
and have her returned to him. Hot tears came to her eyes as she realized
she was as trapped as an animal in a cage. She really was nothing more
than a toy for her father. If he desired her to go to school, she would.
If he desired her to stay home, she would. She had no free will anymore.
She'd thought of calling the social workers back, but they hadn't wanted
anything to do with her in the first place, and besides, her father would
simply contradict anything she might tell them.
The dildo inside her suddenly made its presence known by sliding ever so
slightly out of her vagina. She was still wet from Paul's manipulations,
and the action of walking was forcing it out of her. Ana grit her teeth
and squeezed her cunt muscles tightly, although the motion cost her a bit
of mobility. She wished she could just slide it out of her, right now when
nobody was looking, but she had no purse or bag to carry it in, and her
father would beat her severely if she came home without it.
Ana continued on the rest of the fifteen-minute walk to the schoolyard,
stopping every few feet to wriggle her hips, forcing the dildo back inside
her, and also to pull the hem of her skirt down again. When she walked,
the skirt rode up until the curve of her buttocks was visible. As she
approached the school, she realized that she was the object of much
attention.
Every eye on the grounds was focused on this vision walking towards
them. Her long straight hair, her curvaceous body displayed so well by her
tight clothing, her fine lovely legs, supported by three-inch heels.. the
boys were gaping and the girls were narrowing their eyes. Ana blushed
bright red and wished desperately that she were somewhere else.
"You must be Ana Jameson." Ana hadn't noticed the tall man striding
purposefully toward her until he was standing right next to her. He took
hold of her elbow and began marching her towards the school. "Young lady,
this .. outfit.. is highly inappropriate, and you are quite in violation
of our dress code. I'm the principal of this school. You may address me
as Mr. Taylor. Come on, to the office with you."
Ana had trouble keeping up with his long strides, especially with the
dildo threatening to slide out of her at any moment. She was horrified
with embarrassment, being dragged through the hallways of the school in
front of dozens of gaping students, her breasts bouncing under her tight
blouse with the effort to keep up, and her skirt riding high on her ass.
Finally they reached Mr. Taylor's office. He shoved Ana into it ahead
of him, and locked the door behind him once they had both entered. Ana
blinked upon seeing the interior. It was more like a top executive's
office than a high school principal's. The rug was richly carpeted, there
were couches and an enormous desk, and it seemed as large as a football
field. Ana didn't have much time to notice the niceties of Mr. Taylor's
office, however. Her eye had just come to rest on an odd piece of
furniture in the middle of the room, resembling a sawhorse, but with a
wide, padded crosspiece instead of the usual 2x4. Before she had time to
wonder what it could be for, Mr. Taylor had grabbed her firmly by the
elbow and frog-marched her over to it. He shoved her forward, causing her
to fall against the piece of furniture, and rapidly tied her hands and feet
to the four legs of the thing. Ana was now bent completely in two, her
head at the level of her feet, gasping for air. Mr. Taylor yanked the
dildo out of her abruptly, causing her to yelp. "Well, Ana, I'm sure you
didn't think your father was sending you here for actual schooling." The
principal smiled as Ana glared up at him. "Yes, actually I did. And
believe me, I'm going to tell him all about this when he--" Ana shrieked as
her principal's belt cracked down across her back, leaving a reddish welt.
"Ana, darling. Don't be dense. You're a bright girl, I'm sure." CRACK!
"I'm an associate of your father's. He knows all about my plans for you."
CRACK! With each additional lash from the belt, Ana shrieked and twisted,
trying in vain to escape the horrific pain being inflicted on her back and
bottom. It was no good; her bonds were too tight.
"I provide certain favors for him in the business world. In return, he
provides certain favors for me of a ... somewhat different nature." CRACK!
"Understand, Ana?" Ana refused to answer, tears of pain dripping down her
cheeks. She wanted badly to be able to cover her bruised and welted bottom
with her hands, but they were strapped down far too well. CRACK! CRACK!
"I can't hear you, Ana. You're his property, but during school hours,
you're my toy. Say it." CRACK! "Say it, Ana." Ana was shaking her head
furiously, clinging desperately to her dignity. She would not admit to
being this monster's plaything. She couldn't believe her father, perverse
as he was, would want her to. Mr. Sadist Taylor could whip her until she
fainted. She wouldn't tell him what he wanted to hear.
"I've got all afternoon, Ana." CRACK! Ana's welts were beginning to
deepen into a reddish-purple. Charles admired his handiwork. He was
careful not to beat her too many times in the same spot, this early in the
day. He wanted her entire backside, including her thighs and calves, to
turn the same shade of purplish red by the end of the day. She'd get a few
breaks, of course. He didn't want her to pass out from the pain. That
would ruin his fun. CRACK!
"Who's my toy, Ana? Tell me." CRACK! Ana whipped her head back and
forth as a high-pitched wail came from her throat. The pain was
unbearable; she was jerking and twisting in her bondage as much as the
ropes would allow. It wasn't enough to afford her any relief. CRACK!
She heard Mr. Taylor press his intercom button. Before she realized
that she had a chance to cry for help, he'd already given his message to
his secretary to "hold my calls for the rest of the afternoon, please." Ana
slumped in defeated frustration. Mr. Taylor smiled at her brightly.
"Let's see if I can make your breasts match your backside, shall we,
Ana?" Ana screamed and the whipping continued.
~~~~~~~~~~
An hour later, Mr. Taylor decided to give Ana a rest. He laid down his
belt and knelt on one knee next to Ana, gazing into her tear-streaked face.
He brushed her matted hair away from her eyes, stroking it a little.
"Ready for a break, Ana?" Ana still refused to answer any of his questions,
but he thought he detected a glimmer of hope in her eyes. He stood and
took something from his desk. "This kind of candle is called a 'taper
candle', Ana. I rather like them." She stared at her principal dully, not
knowing what he meant to do with the candle in his hand and too weak to
struggle anymore. Charles Taylor lit the taper and smiled sadistically at
Ana. "Don't worry, slut. I'm just adding a little more color to my
artwork." Ana felt a drop of hot wax hit her back. Her eyes widened and
her exhausted body jerked away from the pain. "I'm going to cover every
welt with wax, Ana. You'll be so lovely." Ana finally found her voice.
"NOOOOO!" As each welt was fully covered with the wax, he'd move on to
the next, allowing the first to harden on her back. Ana was shrieking
wildly, the bright stinging pain from her back nearly unbearable.
"PLEASE please I'll tell you anything, anything I'll say it ok, I'm your
toy, I'm your TOY, PLEASE it HURTS, don't you hear me, I said I'm your toy,
you're KILLING me, stop it please!"
Charles murmured distractedly, "It's a little late now, Ana. I'm in the
middle of coloring in your back. It's quite lovely.. too bad you can't
see it." For the next half hour, Charles continued his slow, careful
dripping. Each of Ana's welts, from her calves to her neck, was completely
covered in candle wax. Ana herself was sobbing, her throat worn raw from
screaming.
The principal stood back to admire his handiwork. She was beautiful.
Simply outstanding. Her full breasts were jiggling with each heave of her
chest, and her shapely calves were trembling. Charles gazed upon her
welted, bruised body for a few moments longer. He decided that it was time
to give his neglected erection some attention.
"Oh, Ana.. you're so beautiful. I wish you could see yourself." Ana
groaned and managed to gasp out, "I hope you die, you sick bastard." Mr.
Taylor only smiled.
"Ana, you'll learn to control your outbursts. I was contemplating
allowing you an orgasm today, but now I think it will have to wait. Tell
me, though - have you ever been fucked in the ass?"
"No, you son of a bitch."
"Darling Ana, you're just not helping your case any." Ana heard her
principal unzip his pants and step out of them. She groaned miserably.
The pain was diminishing, now that the candle wax had dried, but her back
still throbbed horribly, and she thought she probably needed some kind of
disinfectant soon. She wished Mr. Taylor would at least untie her from
the sawhorse thing. She couldn't see anything that was going on, tied as
she was, so each blow from his belt was unexpected. It made it difficult
to breathe, as well, although at the moment that was the least of her
worries.
"Ohhhhhhh my God, what are you doing?" Mr. Taylor had knelt and parted
her buttocks with his hands. He was now probing around her asshole with
his tongue, licking and sucking at the soft flesh there.
"Lubricating you, Ana dear. Don't complain." Ana groaned. Mr. Taylor
slid one long finger inside her pussy, and began to circle his thumb over
her clitoris, while he licked slowly at her asshole. Against her will, she
began to moan a little as the now-familiar frustrating pleasure began to
tingle between her legs. "Your body doesn't seem to think I'm such a sick
bastard, Ana." "I hate you."
"Shh.." His finger probed and stroked inside her, as he stimulated her
clitoris more and more. Ana was unconsciously rocking back and forth on
the sawhorse in rhythm with his stroking, her groans and sighs becoming
louder and longer. "Still hate me, Ana?"
"I... I ha.. hate you... I dooo... st.. stop it.. god... ohhh
god.. st..stop.. jeeesus.... ohhhhh god.. ohhhhhh...." Charles withdrew
his hand and stood, bracing his hands on Ana's abused back. "Nono don't
stop please, don't.." She broke off as she realized what she was saying and
blushed bright red. "Ready, Ana?" Charles pushed the head of his cock past
the tight opening of her asshole. He could feel her trying to push him
out, but that only had the opposite effect of making it easier for him to
push in.
"God you bastard not there, please just not... OH JESUS IT HURTS!"
Charles, unable to contain himself, rammed the full length of his cock into
Ana's ass. Her entire body jerked, and she was trying to kick with her
legs. He could feel her thigh muscles straining against him. It was quite
nice, really. "How do you feel, Ana?" Ana moaned bitterly, flexing her
buttocks in a vain effort to push the rude intruder from her asshole.
Charles closed his eyes and savored the sensations. When she wriggled and
squirmed like that, it produced thrilling vibrations all along his cock.
He sighed and rested his weight against her. "Oh sweet Ana, such fun we'll
have together. Just think, there's three hours until the final bell -
today isn't even over yet and already you've pleased me so much. Does that
make you happy?" Ana gasped, Charles' weight and her uncomfortable position
making it very difficult for her to breathe, much less talk.
She gasped out in a choked whisper, "Please.. I can't breathe.. it
hurts oh it hurts.. "
"Having trouble, Ana? Here, I'll help you." Charles reached over and
grabbed the dildo from his desktop where he'd laid it. He began to work it
into Ana's pussy, ignoring her frantic gasping pleas. When it was fully
inside her, he wedged its base between the crosspiece of the sawhorse and
her clit, so that as she wriggled, it would rub against her clitoris. Ana
was panting hard now, gasping for air as this new assault on her pussy put
even more pressure on her chest and lungs.
"..can't.. breathe... please..."
"Make me cum, Ana." Charles had his cock fully inside Ana's stretched
anus. He was resting his full weight against her, and was not thrusting.
He merely rocked back and forth a little, to torment her even further.
"..please.."
"Make me cum, you little whore. I'm not going to move. You have three
hours."
"..can't... please... let me breathe..." Charles shifted his weight,
resting his body even more firmly on the young girl's straining and
tormented body. He felt giddy, knowing that he was in complete possession
of the lovely young woman, and that her struggles and pleas were solely his
handiwork. His cock twitched at the thought.
"I'm not even close to cumming, slut. Work that ass or you'll be late
going home, and Daddy won't like that much."
".. noooo...oh god.." Charles grinned and groaned in satisfaction as
Ana, even bound as she was by her predicament, began to twitch and flex her
buttocks. She had a very limited range of movement, and was confined
mostly to squirming her ass back and forth about half an inch, and flexing
her sphincter back and forth. She performed both those tasks on Charles
now, his hard erection buried inside her reddened ass.
"You're so beautiful, Ana. That feels so good to me.. does it feel
good to you?" Charles giggled a little, and Ana groaned miserably, her legs
tiring already. Adding to her discomfort was the fact that her repeated
grinding against the sawhorse was causing the dildo to become slick and
slide back and forth within her, rubbing the base against her clit. Every
time she lost herself in pleasure, sliding against the dildo, she'd lose
her rhythm with Charles' cock in her ass, and feel him deflate a little.
Then she would let out a frustrated sob and begin again.
"Getting tired, dear? Well, I'm not. I could go for another four, five
hours at least. God this feels good.. and I don't even have to do any
work." Ana grunted wildly and began wriggling her hips faster, trying
desperately to increase Charles' pleasure so that he would cum, granting
her blessed release. The rapid squirming, of course, only served to
stimulate her engorged clit even more, causing Ana's eyes to glaze and her
rubbing to become erratic as she tried desperately to reach orgasm.
Without the steady rhythm of Ana's ass, Charles' erection deflated once
again.
A tear slid down Ana's cheek. She wanted badly to be released from her
bonds, and to cum, in that order. She grit her teeth and made a resolution
to concentrate harder this time. And her bucking and squirming on Charles'
cock began anew. For his part, Charles was restraining himself from
orgasm. He'd come close a few times in the past hour, but each time had
held off until Ana lost her rhythm. He smiled. He could continue this way
for hours. He groaned quietly and closed his eyes as she began to wriggle
again.
"Good, Ana. Holding me off like that.. admirable restraint in one so
young. And you must feel so _full_. Do you, Ana? Would you like me to
pull my cock out of your ass?" Ana nodded her head wildly in frantic
assent. *SMACK*
"Bad girl, Ana. You must always tell men you love their cocks. Now I'm
going to have to punish you even more." Charles now alternated spanking her
right and left buttocks in rhythm with her thrusts. Each ripple of her
curvaceous ass sent another thrill of pleasure through him. He decided to
continue spanking her until he came. She probably wouldn't be able to sit
down for weeks.
*SMACK* *SMACK* "God stop... please.. jesus.." *SMACK* *SMACK*
"Faster, Ana.. feels pretty good. I may cum soon." *SMACK* *SMACK*
"You bastard.. jesusjesus I'm gonna cum gonna cum now.. ohh.. NO
don't get soft!" *SMACK* *SMACK*
"I was close that time, Ana.. poor girl, just can't control your
impulses." *SMACK* *SMACK*
"PLEASE! It hurts! noo.. stop.. please no not again not again!"
*SMACK* *SMACK* "STOP IT! PLEASE GOD STOP!" *SMACK* *SMACK*
"Work my cock, Ana. Do it, you little slut child." *SMACK* *SMACK*
"I can't .. THINK when.." *SMACK* *SMACK* "..you're hitting me!..
please!" *SMACK* *SMACK*
"Look at that beautiful ass, Ana.. so bruised and welted, and you so
close to cumming but denied, and my god look how your hair is sticking to
your face, Jesus Christ Ana, and gasping for air like that, you're just a
vision of loveliness, and you're MINE, every DAY, and by god I am going to
use you, little whore child, that body is going to please my cock just like
it is right now right now oh jesus jesus feels so good you little slut, oh
ANA, oh MY Ana, oh CHRIST, you fucking SLUT, your body is MINE FOREVER!"
As Charles moaned into her heaving back, he finally released his cum
into her tormented body, spurting jet after jet as his body jerked and
throbbed in waves of overwhelming ecstasy. After his cock finished
spurting, he immediately yanked out her dildo, thus preventing Ana from
reaching her own orgasm and eliciting a sobbing moan of despair from deep
within her. He then laid his weight down on her back and listened to her
rasping sobs as his heart rate returned to normal.
After several minutes, Charles finally withdrew his cock from her sweet
young body, and looked at the vision of loveliness before him. Ana was
stretched tautly over the wooden frame, her body coated with a sheen of
sweat, her hair falling over her face, and her back and ass bruised and red
with welts. He noticed rope burns around her ankles and wrists where she'd
tried desperately to free herself.
"There's still half an hour before the bell, Ana. Up for some
frustration?" Charles grinned as he knelt behind her and began probing her
swollen, wet pussy with his tongue. He began to swirl it lightly around
her lips, penetrating her hole gingerly every so often. He then slid his
tongue slowly up to her protruding clitoris and began to suck at it softly
and gently. Ana immediately began to groan and rock her hips back and
forth as much as she could. Charles withdrew his tongue, waiting until
Ana's hips had ceased to move and she was still again. He began again.
Slow probing around her lips, gentle licking at her pussy, and then sucking
at her clitoris until she moaned eagerly and began to thrust her hips back
and forth, moaning and sobbing like an animal in heat. He withdrew his
tongue again.
"God no please let me cum I need to cum I NEED it, you don't
understand.."
"I understand, Ana. That's what's so beautiful." He waited until her
tormented pleas had subsided, and once again, her body was still, trembling
only slightly. Then he began again. Ana started to cry.
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 nipple flesh, 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 school grounds, 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.
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 wasn't completely untrue, but Ana's eyes betrayed her
feelings of outrage at the sentiment. 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, heart wrenching 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!" As
she sobbed, unable to look at him, 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 anew 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.
Part IX
Paul led Ana, still naked and dripping, her hands chained in front of
her, into a room she hadn't seen before. It was bare of furniture except
for two thick wooden chairs, facing each other in the center. Ana gazed on
this dumbly, not understanding what was to happen. Softly, almost afraid
to speak, she whispered, "Is this where I'm going to get to come?"
Paul smiled down at her. In a few short days she'd changed from a
willful teenager innocent of sexual knowledge, into this creature so
desperate for an orgasm that she'd ask this humiliating question of the man
who tortured her.
He giggled, a high-pitched, out-of-control sound that frightened her.
"Yes, darling, you'll come. Don't worry about that."
He forced her down into one of the chairs and bound her arms and legs to
it. It was a wide, large chair, so her legs were spread apart quite a bit.
She sat there, trembling, watching Paul with fear and hope in her eyes --
fear that he would hurt her more, and hope that she would finally be
allowed an orgasm.
Paul left the room briefly. After a few moments, Ana heard the sound of
voices approaching down the hallway. She moaned, wondering who the extra
person was, what she would be subjected to next. When she saw the boy who
entered the room, leading a German shepherd on a leash, she gasped in
horror. She recognized him. It was the wiry red-head who'd taken such
delight in tormenting her earlier. He grinned widely as he saw the look on
her face.
"This is your brother, Ana," Paul announced. Ana stared at him in
shock, and he smiled back at her. "I understand you've met already."
Ana felt tears trickling down her cheeks. She wanted to escape this
horror, but there was nowhere to go, nobody to turn to. Her father and
brother had hungry looks in their eyes, and she knew that it was going to
be a long, long night. She hated them.
Paul continued, "We're going to play a little game, Ana. Would you like
to play a game?"
Ana whispered, "No," her eyes downcast. Paul nodded toward the
red-headed boy and said, "Jacob?"
Jacob grinned widely and slapped Ana viciously across the face. She
screamed in pain and surprise and jerked against the chair, instinctively
trying to escape.
Her father asked again, "Would you like to play a game?"
Ana said nothing this time, still unable to meet his gaze, tears falling
from her face onto the hard wood of the chair.
Paul nodded again, and again Jacob slapped her hard across the face.
Ana jerked, this time rocking the chair slightly. She heard her father
giggle again, that same high-pitched sound that had frightened her earlier.
"Would you like to play a game, Ana?"
This time she said yes, in a soft voice, nearly inaudible. She tasted
blood in her mouth and thought that she'd cut her lip during the last slap.
She didn't want any part of this game, but she wanted to be slapped again
by her brother even less. She raised her head for a moment and looked at
him, trying to see a resemblance to herself. They had the same hazel-green
eyes, the same freckling around the nose, the same thin lips. She stifled
a sob.
"Here's the game, Ana. We're both going to try to cum. If I cum first,
I'll allow you a month of freedom from punishment. A full month during
which I won't beat you or otherwise punish you in any way."
Ana's heart leapt.
"If you cum first, I will punish you severely. I won't tell you exactly
how, but it will be extremely painful, I can promise you that. Does this
sound like a fun game? All you have to do is not cum. It'll be easy,
won't it, darling?"
Ana let out a sob. She'd been teased to the brink of orgasm and then
denied so many times already that she was almost ready to cum just from
rubbing her thighs together. She wanted to win this game, wanted to claim
the reward of a month free of beatings, wanted it so badly she could taste
it, but her father would never let her win. She resolved to try anyway.
"Jacob, will you do the honors?" Paul laughed as Jacob fished a small
jar out of his jacket pocket. He knelt in front of Ana and began smearing
the thick, sticky substance between Ana's thighs, coating her clitoris and
vulva with it liberally.
Ana tensed, as even this slight stimulation was causing her body to
respond. She stared at her father questioningly, and he laughed again,
saying, "It's honey, Ana. Sweet, delicious honey."
For a moment, Ana didn't understand, but then her head snapped sideways
to look at the dog that Jacob had brought in. A long wail escaped her
throat. "Noooooo.... please!"
Jacob led the dog to Ana's chair, allowed it to sniff between her legs,
and then watched for a short time as it pushed its nose between her legs
and began to lap at the honey there. Her body stiffened and her thighs
flexed and contracted as she tried to push the dog away, but the dog was
too attracted by the scent of the honey and wouldn't be dissuaded. She
groaned and tried to think of something, anything else, anything besides
the soft wet tongue lapping between her legs.
Her father sat down in the chair facing her. He'd stripped his clothes
off while she was preoccupied with the dog, and his erect cock now bobbed
obscenely in the air. Jacob, her brother, knelt before him and began to
suck and lick at it. Ana watched with glazed eyes as her father's cock
disappeared into Jacob's mouth, as the red-headed boy made soft gagging
noises, as his head moved back and forth. The dog's tongue was making it
very hard for her to concentrate. It was so filthy and awful, she was so
revolted, but its tongue was soft and wet and insistent and kept lapping at
her clitoris, which was already swollen and engorged even before this, and
it felt so gooood...
Paul watched as Ana squirmed, trying to move away from the animal's
probing tongue, but only making it worse, as her squirming caused the dog
to lick even more furiously. Jacob's mouth felt good on his cock, but he
was long-practiced at holding off orgasm, and could do it for hours if
necessary.
Ana was trying desperately to hold off the waves of pleasure that
mounted within her, trying to squirm away from the dog, trying to remember
how revolting this was rather than think about how good it felt. The
German shepherd was lapping at her clit, though, and she couldn't focus,
couldn't concentrate, couldn't think about anything except the pleasure,
and she didn't want to cum, didn't want to have an orgasm, not like this..
She began unconsciously moaning underneath her breath, saying, "No, God
no, no, I don't want to, I don't want to, please just let me rest for a
second, please no, God no, no, please no, pleeeeeeeeease no, I don't want
to cum, please not like this, please...." over and over again. A few
minutes later, she arched her back and let out a loud, piercing sob,
bucking her hips forward five times in rapid succession, and then relaxing
back into the chair.
Paul smiled at her. "Are you excited about your punishment, Ana?"
She couldn't even look at him. She panted, her body coated in a light
sheen of sweat, physically exhausted.
"Let's play another game. If you manage to cum again before I do, I'll
add two hours onto your punishment, which I've already planned to last two
hours. If I cum first, I'll take an hour off. How about that?"
On cue, Jacob allowed his father's cock to pop wetly from his mouth, and
returned to smear more honey onto Ana's cunt. He paid careful attention to
her clitoris, rubbing and stroking it with honey for a good minute and a
half, until Ana's breathing quickened and she started to moan. She started
crying when the dog pushed its nose back into her crotch, and began
writhing fiercely, trying fruitlessly to escape the bonds holding her to
the chair.
Jacob knelt on the floor and took Paul's cock into his mouth again.
Paul smiled at her. "You know, Ana, I could do this all night long."