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If you're not allowed to read this, then don't.

I need feedback to continue to write stories!  Please email me at 
mswhich@hotmail.com.  Also, this is a continuing story and input is more 
than welcome.  Enjoy.

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                   Ana and her Father, 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 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.


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