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Subject: {ASSM} (MsWhich) RP: Ana and her Father, parts 1-4 (nc, inc, torture)
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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.
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."
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 cocksucking 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 thorougly, 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.
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 blowjobs. 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, cocksucker? 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 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.
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