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.
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.
