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Archive name: anasdad.txt (M/f, nc, inc, heavy D/s)
Authors name: Ms. Which (mswhich@hotmail.com)
Story title : Ana and her Father 

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Ana and her Father (M/f, nc, inc, heavy D/s)
by Ms. Which (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.

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 
crisscrossing 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 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.

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 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. 

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."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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