Part VI
Ana felt sick and lost as the door closed firmly behind her. She wanted nothing
more than to just walk away and never come back. She knew this to be a futile
wish, however. Even if she ran away, her father would find her and have her
returned to him. Hot tears came to her eyes as she realized she was as trapped
as an animal in a cage. She really was nothing more than a toy for her father.
If he desired her to go to school, she would. If he desired her to stay home,
she would. She had no free will anymore. She'd thought of calling the social
workers back, but they hadn't wanted anything to do with her in the first place,
and besides, her father would simply contradict anything she might tell them.
The dildo inside her suddenly made its presence known by sliding ever so
slightly out of her vagina. She was still wet from Paul's manipulations, and the
action of walking was forcing it out of her. Ana grit her teeth and squeezed her
cunt muscles tightly, although the motion cost her a bit of mobility. She wished
she could just slide it out of her, right now when nobody was looking, but she
had no purse or bag to carry it in, and her father would beat her severely if
she came home without it.
Ana continued on the rest of the fifteen-minute walk to the schoolyard, stopping
every few feet to wriggle her hips, forcing the dildo back inside her, and also
to pull the hem of her skirt down again. When she walked, the skirt rode up
until the curve of her buttocks was visible. As she approached the school, she
realized that she was the object of much attention.
Every eye on the grounds was focused on this vision walking towards them. Her
long straight hair, her curvaceous body displayed so well by her tight clothing,
her fine lovely legs, supported by three-inch heels.. the boys were gaping and
the girls were narrowing their eyes. Ana blushed bright red and wished
desperately that she were somewhere else.
"You must be Ana Jameson." Ana hadn't noticed the tall man striding purposefully
toward her until he was standing right next to her. He took hold of her elbow
and began marching her towards the school. "Young lady, this .. outfit.. is
highly inappropriate, and you are quite in violation of our dress code. I'm the
principal of this school. You may address me as Mr. Taylor. Come on, to the
office with you."
Ana had trouble keeping up with his long strides, especially with the dildo
threatening to slide out of her at any moment. She was horrified with
embarrassment, being dragged through the hallways of the school in front of
dozens of gaping students, her breasts bouncing under her tight blouse with the
effort to keep up, and her skirt riding high on her ass.
Finally they reached Mr. Taylor's office. He shoved Ana into it ahead of him,
and locked the door behind him once they had both entered. Ana blinked upon
seeing the interior. It was more like a top executive's office than a high
school principal's. The rug was richly carpeted, there were couches and an
enormous desk, and it seemed as large as a football field. Ana didn't have much
time to notice the niceties of Mr. Taylor's office, however. Her eye had just
come to rest on an odd piece of furniture in the middle of the room, resembling
a sawhorse, but with a wide, padded crosspiece instead of the usual 2x4. Before
she had time to wonder what it could be for, Mr. Taylor had grabbed her firmly
by the elbow and frog-marched her over to it. He shoved her forward, causing her
to fall against the piece of furniture, and rapidly tied her hands and feet to
the four legs of the thing. Ana was now bent completely in two, her head at the
level of her feet, gasping for air. Mr. Taylor yanked the dildo out of her
abruptly, causing her to yelp. "Well, Ana, I'm sure you didn't think your father
was sending you here for actual schooling." The principal smiled as Ana glared
up at him. "Yes, actually I did. And believe me, I'm going to tell him all about
this when he--" Ana shrieked as her principal's belt cracked down across her
back, leaving a reddish welt.
"Ana, darling. Don't be dense. You're a bright girl, I'm sure." CRACK! "I'm an
associate of your father's. He knows all about my plans for you." CRACK! With
each additional lash from the belt, Ana shrieked and twisted, trying in vain to
escape the horrific pain being inflicted on her back and bottom. It was no good;
her bonds were too tight.
"I provide certain favors for him in the business world. In return, he provides
certain favors for me of a ... somewhat different nature." CRACK! "Understand,
Ana?" Ana refused to answer, tears of pain dripping down her cheeks. She wanted
badly to be able to cover her bruised and welted bottom with her hands, but they
were strapped down far too well. CRACK! CRACK! "I can't hear you, Ana. You're
his property, but during school hours, you're my toy. Say it." CRACK! "Say it,
Ana." Ana was shaking her head furiously, clinging desperately to her dignity.
She would not admit to being this monster's plaything. She couldn't believe her
father, perverse as he was, would want her to. Mr. Sadist Taylor could whip her
until she fainted. She wouldn't tell him what he wanted to hear.
"I've got all afternoon, Ana." CRACK! Ana's welts were beginning to deepen into
a reddish-purple. Charles admired his handiwork. He was careful not to beat her
too many times in the same spot, this early in the day. He wanted her entire
backside, including her thighs and calves, to turn the same shade of purplish
red by the end of the day. She'd get a few breaks, of course. He didn't want her
to pass out from the pain. That would ruin his fun. CRACK!
"Who's my toy, Ana? Tell me." CRACK! Ana whipped her head back and forth as a
high-pitched wail came from her throat. The pain was unbearable; she was jerking
and twisting in her bondage as much as the ropes would allow. It wasn't enough
to afford her any relief. CRACK!
She heard Mr. Taylor press his intercom button. Before she realized that she had
a chance to cry for help, he'd already given his message to his secretary to
"hold my calls for the rest of the afternoon, please." Ana slumped in defeated
frustration. Mr. Taylor smiled at her brightly.
"Let's see if I can make your breasts match your backside, shall we, Ana?" Ana
screamed and the whipping continued.
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An hour later, Mr. Taylor decided to give Ana a rest. He laid down his belt and
knelt on one knee next to Ana, gazing into her tear-streaked face. He brushed
her matted hair away from her eyes, stroking it a little. "Ready for a break,
Ana?" Ana still refused to answer any of his questions, but he thought he
detected a glimmer of hope in her eyes. He stood and took something from his
desk. "This kind of candle is called a 'taper candle', Ana. I rather like them."
She stared at her principal dully, not knowing what he meant to do with the
candle in his hand and too weak to struggle anymore. Charles Taylor lit the
taper and smiled sadistically at Ana. "Don't worry, slut. I'm just adding a
little more color to my artwork." Ana felt a drop of hot wax hit her back. Her
eyes widened and her exhausted body jerked away from the pain. "I'm going to
cover every welt with wax, Ana. You'll be so lovely." Ana finally found her
voice.
"NOOOOO!" As each welt was fully covered with the wax, he'd move on to the next,
allowing the first to harden on her back. Ana was shrieking wildly, the bright
stinging pain from her back nearly unbearable.
"PLEASE please I'll tell you anything, anything I'll say it ok, I'm your toy,
I'm your TOY, PLEASE it HURTS, don't you hear me, I said I'm your toy, you're
KILLING me, stop it please!"
Charles murmured distractedly, "It's a little late now, Ana. I'm in the middle
of coloring in your back. It's quite lovely.. too bad you can't see it." For the
next half hour, Charles continued his slow, careful dripping. Each of Ana's
welts, from her calves to her neck, was completely covered in candle wax. Ana
herself was sobbing, her throat worn raw from screaming.
The principal stood back to admire his handiwork. She was beautiful. Simply
outstanding. Her full breasts were jiggling with each heave of her chest, and
her shapely calves were trembling. Charles gazed upon her welted, bruised body
for a few moments longer. He decided that it was time to give his neglected
erection some attention.
"Oh, Ana.. you're so beautiful. I wish you could see yourself." Ana groaned and
managed to gasp out, "I hope you die, you sick bastard." Mr. Taylor only smiled.
"Ana, you'll learn to control your outbursts. I was contemplating allowing you
an orgasm today, but now I think it will have to wait. Tell me, though - have
you ever been fucked in the ass?"
"No, you son of a bitch."
"Darling Ana, you're just not helping your case any." Ana heard her principal
unzip his pants and step out of them. She groaned miserably. The pain was
diminishing, now that the candle wax had dried, but her back still throbbed
horribly, and she thought she probably needed some kind of disinfectant soon.
She wished Mr. Taylor would at least untie her from the sawhorse thing. She
couldn't see anything that was going on, tied as she was, so each blow from his
belt was unexpected. It made it difficult to breathe, as well, although at the
moment that was the least of her worries.
"Ohhhhhhh my God, what are you doing?" Mr. Taylor had knelt and parted her
buttocks with his hands. He was now probing around her asshole with his tongue,
licking and sucking at the soft flesh there.
"Lubricating you, Ana dear. Don't complain." Ana groaned. Mr. Taylor slid one
long finger inside her pussy, and began to circle his thumb over her clitoris,
while he licked slowly at her asshole. Against her will, she began to moan a
little as the now-familiar frustrating pleasure began to tingle between her
legs. "Your body doesn't seem to think I'm such a sick bastard, Ana." "I hate
you."
"Shh.." His finger probed and stroked inside her, as he stimulated her clitoris
more and more. Ana was unconsciously rocking back and forth on the sawhorse in
rhythm with his stroking, her groans and sighs becoming louder and longer.
"Still hate me, Ana?"
"I... I ha.. hate you... I dooo... st.. stop it.. god... ohhh god.. st..stop..
jeeesus.... ohhhhh god.. ohhhhhh...." Charles withdrew his hand and stood,
bracing his hands on Ana's abused back. "Nono don't stop please, don't.." She
broke off as she realized what she was saying and blushed bright red. "Ready,
Ana?" Charles pushed the head of his cock past the tight opening of her asshole.
He could feel her trying to push him out, but that only had the opposite effect
of making it easier for him to push in.
"God you bastard not there, please just not... OH JESUS IT HURTS!" Charles,
unable to contain himself, rammed the full length of his cock into Ana's ass.
Her entire body jerked, and she was trying to kick with her legs. He could feel
her thigh muscles straining against him. It was quite nice, really. "How do you
feel, Ana?" Ana moaned bitterly, flexing her buttocks in a vain effort to push
the rude intruder from her asshole. Charles closed his eyes and savored the
sensations. When she wriggled and squirmed like that, it produced thrilling
vibrations all along his cock. He sighed and rested his weight against her. "Oh
sweet Ana, such fun we'll have together. Just think, there's three hours until
the final bell - today isn't even over yet and already you've pleased me so
much. Does that make you happy?" Ana gasped, Charles' weight and her
uncomfortable position making it very difficult for her to breathe, much less
talk.
She gasped out in a choked whisper, "Please.. I can't breathe.. it hurts oh it
hurts.. "
"Having trouble, Ana? Here, I'll help you." Charles reached over and grabbed the
dildo from his desktop where he'd laid it. He began to work it into Ana's pussy,
ignoring her frantic gasping pleas. When it was fully inside her, he wedged its
base between the crosspiece of the sawhorse and her clit, so that as she
wriggled, it would rub against her clitoris. Ana was panting hard now, gasping
for air as this new assault on her pussy put even more pressure on her chest and
lungs.
"..can't.. breathe... please..."
"Make me cum, Ana." Charles had his cock fully inside Ana's stretched anus. He
was resting his full weight against her, and was not thrusting. He merely rocked
back and forth a little, to torment her even further. "..please.."
"Make me cum, you little whore. I'm not going to move. You have three hours."
"..can't... please... let me breathe..." Charles shifted his weight, resting his
body even more firmly on the young girl's straining and tormented body. He felt
giddy, knowing that he was in complete possession of the lovely young woman, and
that her struggles and pleas were solely his handiwork. His cock twitched at the
thought.
"I'm not even close to cumming, slut. Work that ass or you'll be late going
home, and Daddy won't like that much."
".. noooo...oh god.." Charles grinned and groaned in satisfaction as Ana, even
bound as she was by her predicament, began to twitch and flex her buttocks. She
had a very limited range of movement, and was confined mostly to squirming her
ass back and forth about half an inch, and flexing her sphincter back and forth.
She performed both those tasks on Charles now, his hard erection buried inside
her reddened ass.
"You're so beautiful, Ana. That feels so good to me.. does it feel good to you?"
Charles giggled a little, and Ana groaned miserably, her legs tiring already.
Adding to her discomfort was the fact that her repeated grinding against the
sawhorse was causing the dildo to become slick and slide back and forth within
her, rubbing the base against her clit. Every time she lost herself in pleasure,
sliding against the dildo, she'd lose her rhythm with Charles' cock in her ass,
and feel him deflate a little. Then she would let out a frustrated sob and begin
again.
"Getting tired, dear? Well, I'm not. I could go for another four, five hours at
least. God this feels good.. and I don't even have to do any work." Ana grunted
wildly and began wriggling her hips faster, trying desperately to increase
Charles' pleasure so that he would cum, granting her blessed release. The rapid
squirming, of course, only served to stimulate her engorged clit even more,
causing Ana's eyes to glaze and her rubbing to become erratic as she tried
desperately to reach orgasm. Without the steady rhythm of Ana's ass, Charles'
erection deflated once again.
A tear slid down Ana's cheek. She wanted badly to be released from her bonds,
and to cum, in that order. She grit her teeth and made a resolution to
concentrate harder this time. And her bucking and squirming on Charles' cock
began anew. For his part, Charles was restraining himself from orgasm. He'd come
close a few times in the past hour, but each time had held off until Ana lost
her rhythm. He smiled. He could continue this way for hours. He groaned quietly
and closed his eyes as she began to wriggle again.
"Good, Ana. Holding me off like that.. admirable restraint in one so young. And
you must feel so _full_. Do you, Ana? Would you like me to pull my cock out of
your ass?" Ana nodded her head wildly in frantic assent. *SMACK*
"Bad girl, Ana. You must always tell men you love their cocks. Now I'm going to
have to punish you even more." Charles now alternated spanking her right and
left buttocks in rhythm with her thrusts. Each ripple of her curvaceous ass sent
another thrill of pleasure through him. He decided to continue spanking her
until he came. She probably wouldn't be able to sit down for weeks.
*SMACK* *SMACK* "God stop... please.. jesus.." *SMACK* *SMACK*
"Faster, Ana.. feels pretty good. I may cum soon." *SMACK* *SMACK*
"You bastard.. jesusjesus I'm gonna cum gonna cum now.. ohh.. NO don't get
soft!" *SMACK* *SMACK*
"I was close that time, Ana.. poor girl, just can't control your impulses."
*SMACK* *SMACK*
"PLEASE! It hurts! noo.. stop.. please no not again not again!" *SMACK* *SMACK*
"STOP IT! PLEASE GOD STOP!" *SMACK* *SMACK*
"Work my cock, Ana. Do it, you little slut child." *SMACK* *SMACK*
"I can't .. THINK when.." *SMACK* *SMACK* "..you're hitting me!.. please!"
*SMACK* *SMACK*
"Look at that beautiful ass, Ana.. so bruised and welted, and you so close to
cumming but denied, and my god look how your hair is sticking to your face,
Jesus Christ Ana, and gasping for air like that, you're just a vision of
loveliness, and you're MINE, every DAY, and by god I am going to use you, little
whore child, that body is going to please my cock just like it is right now
right now oh jesus jesus feels so good you little slut, oh ANA, oh MY Ana, oh
CHRIST, you fucking SLUT, your body is MINE FOREVER!"
As Charles moaned into her heaving back, he finally released his cum into her
tormented body, spurting jet after jet as his body jerked and throbbed in waves
of overwhelming ecstasy. After his cock finished spurting, he immediately yanked
out her dildo, thus preventing Ana from reaching her own orgasm and eliciting a
sobbing moan of despair from deep within her. He then laid his weight down on
her back and listened to her rasping sobs as his heart rate returned to normal.
After several minutes, Charles finally withdrew his cock from her sweet young
body, and looked at the vision of loveliness before him. Ana was stretched
tautly over the wooden frame, her body coated with a sheen of sweat, her hair
falling over her face, and her back and ass bruised and red with welts. He
noticed rope burns around her ankles and wrists where she'd tried desperately to
free herself.
"There's still half an hour before the bell, Ana. Up for some frustration?"
Charles grinned as he knelt behind her and began probing her swollen, wet pussy
with his tongue. He began to swirl it lightly around her lips, penetrating her
hole gingerly every so often. He then slid his tongue slowly up to her
protruding clitoris and began to suck at it softly and gently. Ana immediately
began to groan and rock her hips back and forth as much as she could. Charles
withdrew his tongue, waiting until Ana's hips had ceased to move and she was
still again. He began again. Slow probing around her lips, gentle licking at her
pussy, and then sucking at her clitoris until she moaned eagerly and began to
thrust her hips back and forth, moaning and sobbing like an animal in heat. He
withdrew his tongue again.
"God no please let me cum I need to cum I NEED it, you don't understand.."
"I understand, Ana. That's what's so beautiful." He waited until her tormented
pleas had subsided, and once again, her body was still, trembling only slightly.
Then he began again. Ana started to cry.
