Message-ID: <7377eli$9803301903@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: "Ms. Which" <mswhich@hotmail.com> Subject: Ana and her Father, Part VII (nc, inc, heavy D/s) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980330202344.15731.qmail@hotmail.com> If you're not allowed to read this, then don't. Email me at mswhich@hotmail.com. Input is more than welcome! Ana and her Father, Part VII As the door to the principal's office closed firmly behind her, Ana walked slowly and hesitatingly toward the hallway, humiliated and crying. Her nipple clamps were biting firmly into her soft nippleflesh, reminding her of the fact that she had nothing else with which to cover her bare breasts. And the dildo was even worse than it had been this morning; her pussy was very wet and lubricated now, and the dildo threatened to slip out with every step. Ana could do nothing about it this time, nor could she adjust the hem of her skirt, which was riding up to mid-thigh. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back. As soon as she exited the recently-deserted hallway of the school, she realized to her horror that while it seemed most of the girls had gone home, most of the male population of the student body remained in the schoolyard. All conversation stopped as she emerged on shaking legs, her eyes downcast. As she made her agonizingly slow way across the schoolgrounds, the only sound that could be heard was the clicking of her heels against the pavement. Ana realized that she would have to walk right past several staring groups of students in order to exit the schoolyard. They refused to get out of her way, simply ogling her as she stumbled and swayed toward them. As she approached the first group of boys, none made a sound. But one furtively reached out to toy with her nipple clamps briefly, snatching his hand back immediately as though he'd been burned. Ana yelped at the sudden pain. Just as soon as the first boy's hand had left her, though, another flicked at the chain, setting it to swinging again. Then a third boy reached up to tug at the chain, and soon it was set to swinging violently back and forth by a series of furtive hands. The pain brought Ana to her knees. Now she felt someone come up behind her and start biting her neck and shoulders. Ana began to struggle, but with her hands cuffed behind her, there was little she could do to protect herself. She felt strong hands forcing her to the ground as she kicked and moaned. Two boys each grabbed her legs, taking the opportunity to stroke and fondle them even as they pinned her down in a spread-eagle position. From the corners of her eyes, Ana saw dozens more boys crowding around, and her heart sank. She put up one last desperate struggle, but the grinning teenagers kept her pinned down easily. Four boys had her legs, her head was propped up on someone's lap, and three or four boys were busily toying with her nipple clamps, causing bright pain to shoot through her breasts. They were all still eerily silent, nobody having spoken a word. The boys not occupied holding her were engaged in stripping off their jeans and underwear. Ana was soon surrounded by twelve to fifteen leering teenaged boys, their cocks erect and throbbing. She wailed, but her cry was soon cut off by a tall, black-haired boy who knelt over her head and gently slid his cock into her mouth. She tried to pull away, but he took hold of her head and held it there, pushing his cock far back into her throat, thrusting slowly. After having been ravaged by her father's cock the night before, Ana was able to take him into her throat without much gagging, but he shoved his cock so far back into her throat that it cut off her breathing passage again. She struggled wildly, whipping her head back and forth, but the black-haired boy only wrapped his fingers through her hair and pulled tightly, forcing her mouth even further down onto his erection. Ana, in a wild panic, didn't even resist when she was violated further. Another boy, shorter, but muscular and blond, now laid his weight upon Ana and thrust his cock into her. Still nobody had said a word, and Ana felt as though she were in some sort of surreal dream. She searched the eyes of the other boys for anyone who would help her, but she only found pleasure and delight in her predicament in their faces. She couldn't even whimper; her air was cut off completely. As her father had, the black-haired boy waited until she was nearly fainting from lack of oxygen before he allowed her to breathe. Then he settled into a more normal rhythm, thrusting his cock into her mouth slowly and steadily. Ana was desperate to get him out of her mouth, and so she did her best to make him cum as quick as possible, licking and sucking as his cock slid in and out of her throat. It was becoming more difficult for her to concentrate; the thorough fucking her pussy was receiving was having a familiar effect. Ana's clit began to respond yet again, throbbing and pulsing. She tried to thrust her hips against the boy who was fucking her, to grind her clit against his balls, but the boys pinning her down allowed her no freedom of movement. She tried to tell them, to explain, that she wouldn't scream or yell if they only allowed her to cum, please to cum, that's all she wanted, but her pleas came out only as muffled whimpers against the steady thrusting of the cock in her mouth. When the black-haired boy finally spurted into her throat, another cock immediately replaced his. Ana was frantic to cum now, desperate to be able to explain, but she was only held down tighter, her cries interpreted as pleas for escape. This boy, too, silenced her cries by choking her with his cock. Ana realized in horror that she would have to undergo this ordeal with every single boy there. The second boy was in her aching pussy now, and she knew that if she could only rub against him she could cum, if she just didn't have to struggle against the cock rammed down her throat, she was so close already, ah god.. but their hateful hands pinned her tightly to the ground. After the second boy finished moaning and spurting inside her, a thin, wiry red-head took her, and... oh, thank God, he was rubbing his balls against her clit! Ana groaned in pleasure, tingles beginning to sweep over her entire body, but just as the orgasm was about to sweep over her, he pulled his cock away, smiling. He knew! This one knew exactly what he was doing! He slid his long cock into her again, tormenting this sweet tortured body even more. He ground and rubbed his balls against her until he saw her eyes come unfocused and her breathing increase to a feverish gasping pace.. and then pulled out again. Ana was near to hyperventilating. She pleaded with him with her eyes, imploring, moaning and sighing desperately, but her tormentor only smirked and brought her slowly to orgasm again... then denied it. Ana started to cry. She needed to cum so badly, and this bastard KNEW what he was doing to her. If only the idiot inside her mouth would let go of her head.. but they all held her head tight to their cocks, half-choking her and allowing no sounds to escape her save gasping whimpers. The red-head lasted the longest, thrusting inside her for at least twenty minutes. Finally he gasped and moaned loudly, cumming and cumming inside her. Ana was nearly out of her mind, tears streaming down her cheeks. Most of the boys there thought she was crying at the humiliation of being raped. But Ana only wanted to cum, more than anything in the world. The red-head would have her twice more that day, tormenting her the same way both times. Eleven other boys fucked her a total of twenty-six times that afternoon, as she lay there on the ground sucking them and taking them in her cunt until she was sore and bruised. When they were finished, still without speaking a single word, they left her, trembling and crying, lying in the dirt. Ana sobbed miserably. Twelve boys and twenty-six fucks and she still hadn't been able to cum. Her pussy was on fire, aching and throbbing. If she could only stroke it.. just for a few minutes.. she tried miserably to rub it against the ground, but to no avail. One thought burned in her brain: Master. I have to get home to Master. Master will take care of me. Incoherently, she struggled weakly to her feet and stumbled homeward. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |