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Subject: Ana and her Father, Part II (nc, inc, heavy D/s)
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Ana and her Father, Part IIstor
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."
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