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Subject: {ASSM} (MsWhich) RP: Ana and her Father, parts 5-6 (nc, inc, torture)
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--
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."
--
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 candlewax 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 slutchild."
*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 heartrate 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.
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