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 cock sucking 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.
