Part V
Two hours later, Ana was curled up on the floor sobbing weakly as Paul
savored the afterglow of his orgasm. He imagined her throat was raw and red
right now, after having been brutally fucked for over two hours and then
having cum shot down it. He sighed in satisfaction. It was the best orgasm he'd
had for quite some time.
He glanced down at his daughter. Clearly, she was in no condition to
walk. He'd normally force her to crawl, but tonight he was tired and wanted to
get to bed. She'd worn him out. And so Paul Andrews unhandcuffed his
daughter's limp body, gently removed the nipple clamps (he had no desire to
permanently damage her nipples by ripping the clamps off), and picked her up
to carry her to her bedroom. Her arms went automatically around his neck as
he straightened and stood. Ana put up only a few softly whimpered protests as
Paul chained her to
her bed.
"Just a safety precaution, my dear. Can't have my new toy jumping out the
window." He turned off the lights and closed the door. All things considered, it
had been a successful evening.
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Paul grinned at his daughter sardonically.
"Good morning, Ana." Ana glared at him from her chains. "It's your first
day at your new school, Ana. Shouldn't be so glum. Here, I've even got new
clothes for you." Paul unlocked Ana from her chains and watched as she
groaned, working out the muscle cramps that had set in overnight. Sleeping
chained to a bed wasn't exactly recommended orthopedic procedure. After a
few minutes of stretching and working out tired muscles, Ana finally saw the
clothing waiting for her at the foot of the bed.
"I can't wear those. They aren't my size." Paul smiled at his daughter.
"They are now. Best put them on, slut, unless you'd like more
punishment." Ana turned white.
"No.. I'll put them on, sir. I'm sure they'll fit fine."
"Good girl." He observed as Ana pulled the stretchy white T-shirt over
her torso, noting with satisfaction that it was, indeed, approximately two sizes
too small for her. Her breasts were so high and fine, straining against the filmy
cotton. Paul mentally congratulated himself on the selection.
"No panties?" Paul shook his head. Ana sighed miserably and squirmed
into the skin-tight cotton skirt. The hem reached slightly below the curve of
her buttocks.
"Your teachers are going to just love it, Ana. Now sit down. I've got the
finishing touch." Ana did as she'd been told and sat on the bed, fidgeting
uncomfortably with the hem of her now-obscenely-short skirt. Paul reached
between her legs and roughly shoved her thighs apart, causing Ana to gasp.
However, remembering her lesson of the night before, she put up no
resistance. She was now splayed out on the bed, her legs wide apart and her
skirt shoved up to her hips, staring murderously at her father. Paul opened a
drawer in the nightstand and extracted a dildo, to Ana's great dismay.
"Keep those legs apart, slut." Paul began working the 8-inch dildo into his
daughter's pussy. Ana grunted a few times, but after about five minutes, it was
fully inside her. Paul could see that she was going to have some trouble
walking. He smiled to himself and began to idly play with her clit as he gave
her a last set of instructions before school.
"Now, Ana. You're going to become wet today, most likely, and in so
doing you're going to lubricate that nice fat dildo in your cunt. And you're
going to be walking, and wriggling, and squirming. That dildo is nice and
shiny and smooth, and it's going to want to slide right out of your wet little
pussy. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?" Ana merely moaned, her father's
ministrations on her clit taking an effect.
"So your job is to keep that dildo in there nice and snug today. Your
teachers have all been instructed not to allow you to enter the restroom, so you
won't be able to take it out. You'll just have to hold it in with your cunt
muscles." Ana, through her mounting haze of pleasure, had still managed to
gasp slightly at the news that her father had such influence at the school.
"Yes, Ana. Your teachers will take orders from me if I so choose to give
them. Everybody in this entire town will. I promise. So you'd better be good,
understand?" Ana nodded frantically. She was now squirming on the bed,
moaning and thrusting her hips forward rapidly as her father's finger brought
her to the brink of orgasm.
"Good." Paul withdrew his finger, causing Ana to desperately whimper.
"Did you forget, Ana? You're my toy. And I get to decide when you cum,
which won't be for quite some time. Now, you've got ten minutes before you
have to leave. Come here and suck my cock, slut." Ana shakily sat up, her
eyes widening for a moment as the motion drove the dildo farther inside her,
and began to unzip her father. His cock was soft, and she looked at him
questioningly.
"Suck, you little slut." She wrapped her lips around it and dutifully began
to suck at Paul's limp penis. Paul grinned and pulled her head tight to him. She
was about to be surprised. As the soft, gentle sucking sensations continued on
Paul's cock, he decided to wait no longer. He let a flood of urine stream into
Ana's mouth. She immediately recoiled and tried to pull her mouth away, but
his firm grip on her head would not allow her escape.
"Swallow it, Ana, or it's another thirty lashes! Swallow it! Oh, Ana, I'd
better not see any dripping down your chin.. don't gag, slut, swallow every
drop. And keep sucking, you little whore." Ana kept swallowing as her father's
urine sprayed into her mouth. She tried desperately to repress her gag reflex,
but a few times she failed, gagging as the urine trickled down her throat. Tears
of disgust came to her eyes. This was the most revolting thing she'd ever done.
Paul sighed, relieved, as his teary-eyed daughter finished sucking the last
drops of urine from him.
"That's one of your jobs from now on, Ana. I like the feeling of a woman's
mouth around my cock when I piss. And I like not having to get up from my
chair when nature calls. So you get to be my urinal. You should feel honored."
Ana's stomach was heaving as she tried desperately not to throw up. She
doubled up onto all fours on the floor and gasped for air, frantic to fight off the
overwhelming nausea.
"Ana?" She looked up at Paul with wide, teary eyes. "Remember, you're
not permitted to use the bathrooms at school. So it's going to be a very long
day. Now, you'd better get moving. School is about a mile's walk from here."