Part IV
Ana was horrified as she felt her father's cock begin to harden underneath
the ministrations of her tongue. She finished cleaning him for the second time.
This time, not wanting to be ordered to do it yet again, she took her long, fine
hair and dried his cock with it. The sensation of her hair caressing this most
sensitive part of his body seemed only to make his cock even longer and
harder. She watched it miserably, knowing that her father's arousal would only
mean more torture for her.
Paul gazed down at Ana appraisingly for a long moment as she knelt
before him, fear apparent in her face. She had a beautiful mouth; nice, full lips
with a Cupid's-bow shape. Yes. He wanted her to taste his cock. Paul smiled
slightly to himself; none of the women he'd had before seemed to enjoy giving
him blow jobs. He liked it that way.
"Ana, you're going to suck my cock now." Ana moaned.
"Please, haven't I had enough? I just want to sleep, sir... please." Paul
smiled down at her.
"You'll sleep eventually. Now, I told you to keep your mouth shut. Since
you can't seem to do that, you can wear a little jewelry for me while you suck
my cock." Ana winced at the explicit term. Fear knotted the pit of her
stomach; she had no doubts that the "jewelry" would be more than decorative.
Paul reached into a compartment built into the seat of the chair and fished out
two little alligator clamps, attached by a silver chain. He also brought out a
pair of handcuffs, which he dangled in front of Ana's face briefly before
cuffing her wrists together behind her back, causing her to wobble a little on
her knees.
He stroked her nipples for a while, circling his thumbs around them and
pinching them just a little. When they stood out nearly half an inch from her
breasts, he attached one alligator clamp to each. Ana's eyes opened wide, and
she gasped and winced in pain. She wriggled experimentally, to see if jiggling
her breasts would improve the positioning of the wretched clamps, but it only
made things worse. Paul grinned and tugged a little at the chain, causing Ana
to cry out.
"They're on nice and tight, slave. Don't worry; they won't fall off." Paul
was fully erect again. He motioned to Ana to bring her head closer to his cock.
"You're going to suck it, Ana. And you're going to deep-throat it. You
probably won't enjoy it, but that's why you're the slave. Now. Start licking it,
just like you would a Popsicle or an ice cream cone. And do it well, or you'll
get even more punishment tomorrow. I want to see enthusiasm." Ana gazed at
her father's waiting 9-inch erection dubiously.
"Afraid you can't get it all into your mouth, cock sucker? We can always
abandon this idea and go back to the whip, if you'd like..." Ana, hampered by
the fact that her hands were immobilized behind her, began slowly bobbing
her head up and down, licking her father's cock from base to tip and back
down again, as he'd instructed. "Front AND back, slut. And faster." He yanked
at her hair, bringing bright tears of pain to her eyes. "Faster, slut. I want to see
that pretty little head WORK."
Ana worked at his cock for at least half an hour, trying to cover his entire
length with her rapid licking. Every time she slowed, Paul tugged at her nipple
clamps, causing her to lick with renewed frenzy. Eventually he would pierce
those nipples, but for now clamps would suffice.
"Now take it into your mouth. All the way in. When you swallow, I want
to feel your throat muscles, slut." Ana only got as far as the head of Paul's
cock before her lips began to stretch. His cock really was very large, and she
had a lot of trouble getting it into her mouth. Her father aided her by pushing
his cock in further, causing Ana to gag and choke a little. "Better get used to it,
slave."
Paul grabbed Ana's head and forced it further on his cock. He could feel
the head sliding all the way into the back of her mouth, down her throat about
two inches. He was completely blocking her windpipe now. Ana, unable to
breathe and beginning to panic, began to writhe and thrash, attempting to free
herself from her father's grasp. Paul, who had the twin advantages of both
strength and leverage, looked down with amusement as Ana's face began to
turn red. He shoved his cock a little further in and tightened his grip on her
head, enjoying the sensations that the spasming of her throat was producing on
his erect penis.
Just as Ana's vision began to contract down to a small red dot, her father
abruptly pulled his cock out of her throat. She gasped for air, her entire body
heaving and shaking. Paul, still gripping her head tightly, counted slowly to
five. At the end of his count, when Ana was still gagging and gasping for air,
he rammed his cock into her throat again. She looked up at him in wild panic,
thrashing with renewed frenzy. Paul merely closed his eyes and smiled. He
loved this; the vibrations of her muffled attempts to scream.. the frantic
spasms of her throat muscles.. he slid his cock in a little deeper. Ana's lips
were now brushing against his balls. The entire length of his cock was inside
her mouth. He could actually see the head, in sharp relief against her throat.
"Ana, dear, you're not sucking." When she was near to fainting from lack
of oxygen, Paul again pulled his cock out of her throat, watching her explosive
gasps for air. "Think of it this way, Ana. After tonight, your gag reflex is
going to be non-existent. Think what a hit you'll be with all my friends." Ana
glared at him with murderous eyes. The expression didn't last long, as two
seconds later she had her father's full length inside her throat again. This time
Paul teased her as she struggled for air.
"How are the living arrangements so far, Ana? Think the social workers
would approve? You've got such a caring father.. I really do care about your
welfare, Ana. I wouldn't want *anything* to happen to my precious little girl. I
appreciate your talents far too much. You can forget college, Ana.. you're
going to be here a very long time." He yanked his cock out again, and the
cycle began anew.
