"That's the one, dear."

It wasn't a house. It was a mansion, complete with gables and turrets and a wrought-iron gate. Ana thought privately that it looked somewhat like a fortress. She sighed. This had not exactly been what she'd expected.

Ana Jameson had, until now, lived with her mother in Chicago. When her mother had died two weeks before, of a rapidly encroaching cancer the doctors were powerless to stop, the welfare officials had searched desperately for any living family member. Her mother had been an only child, and her grandparents were long gone.

The only lead the welfare agency had to go by was the name of her father, written on her birth certificate. Ana had never had contact with her father, even to the extent of knowing his name. Her mother had never said a word about him; who he was, where they'd met, or where he was now. Assuming she had even known, that is.

Upon contacting him, the welfare officials were not surprised to find that he had previously been unaware he had a daughter at all. They were more surprised, however, to hear him agree to take her in. And so for Ana it was a long drive with the ever-somber Miss Johnson and Mr. Davis to southern Kentucky.

She hadn't expected to find a luxuriant mansion of this sort located in Kentucky, but here it was before her, large as life. She half-expected there to be a moat or a lonely princess locked in a turret. She shook her head; there was even a cold draft blowing down off the hill. It was all a little too Gothic. Pulling her sweater tighter around her with one arm, she bent to pick up her suitcase. Miss Johnson and Mr. Davis shared a glance, and then smiled brightly at Ana.

"Well, here we are. Ready, sweetie?"

Ana grimaced. On top of her mother's recent death and her being shipped off to the boondocks to live with a man she'd never seen before in her life, she had to contend with her social welfare officers, who did not appear to be interested so much in her social welfare as getting her off their hands as quickly as possible. But, she supposed, at least her father seemed to be wealthy enough. Perhaps things wouldn't be so bad.

The shivering 16-year-old strode ahead of her guardians and walked purposefully toward the front door of the mansion. Miss Johnson and Mr. Davis shared another glance, this time a bit more worried.

"Do you think we should tell her?"

"What, about the rumors? They're rumors. Unsubstantiated rumors. And besides, he's the girl's father. What else could we do?"

"Well, I know... it's just that the stories we've heard from the locals..."

"A lonely recluse, wealthy, with a bit of a taste for the extreme in his sexual life. So what? It's a free country, he's not hurting anybody, the last time anybody saw him in town _anyway_ was over a year ago, and she's his daughter, so at any rate they won't be having sex. Happy?"

"I suppose."

In the meantime, Ana had rung the doorbell, with some trepidation. Half a minute later, the door opened, causing her to involuntarily gasp in surprise. Embarrassed, she smiled at the man standing in the doorway and introduced herself.

"Hello, sir... I'm Ana Jameson."

Paul Andrews stared at the girl on his doorstep. His gaze was imperious, and he turned its full weight to bear on Ana.

"You're to live with me, I suppose. Come in, then."

Ana turned to her welfare workers for support, but they only shook her hand, each in turn, told her they wished her the best of luck, and headed back to the car. Ana watched their car drive away; feeling lost and alone, and slowly followed her father indoors.

Once inside, her father led her through the house to her room. He pointed out the kitchen and bathrooms along the way, as well as his wing of the house and the living rooms and such. All of this was done in a commanding voice, bearing no interruption or comment. Ana had a sinking feeling in her stomach.

Finally, after what seemed a mile, Paul opened the door to Ana's new room. It was simple compared with the rest of the house, with only a bed, a dresser, and a desk. She set her suitcase on the floor and turned to face her father. For a long moment, each sized the other up. Paul saw a young, fairly attractive girl, with long straight hair, bearing a vague resemblance to himself. He noted that she was tallish, and had strong legs. Ana, on the other hand, saw a black-clad, dark-haired man, wearing wire-rim glasses, also tall, and well built, with a stern face.

"Come with me."

Ana followed the abrupt command, trailing her father down the stairs into a living room. He indicated to her to sit down opposite him, in one of the high-backed chairs.

"Your name is Ana. Mine is Paul, although I will expect you to address me differently. We'll get to that in a moment. First, let me make something perfectly clear to you. I bore no sentiment for your mother. She was a mistake that I made almost 17 years ago, and I'd nearly forgotten about her."

Ana blinked hard. Her mother's death was still fresh in her mind, and she missed her terribly. She had to hold back tears at these harsh words. Paul, appearing not to notice, continued.

"I have certain expectations about how my house will be run. When I am working in my study, you will not disturb me. Nor will you speak to me unless you are either addressed, or have a specific question to ask me. You will keep your room clean, and you will achieve good marks in school. Those are my basic expectations."

Ana felt sick. But Paul was not finished yet.

"You also may have heard rumors in the town about me. They say I'm some kind of sexual deviant, and that I have no morals to speak of."

Paul gazed down at Ana, who was struck speechless.

"I can't speak as to my morals, but I am indeed a sexual deviant. There's a name for men like me, and that name is 'sadist'. Now, I have not indulged my particular pleasures for quite some time. However, unfortunately for you, and very fortunately for me, it appears that I have a new toy."

Ana realized that he was referring to _her_ as his "toy". She stood up in shock and began to speak, only to be silenced by her father's voice.

"Sit down! I told you that you _will not_ speak unless spoken to. You have nowhere to go. My doors lock from the inside as well as the outside. And, even if you could get out, there's nowhere you could go for help. I control this town financially, and no matter how sympathetic they might be to you, they'll return you to me. I furthermore suggest that you keep your mouth shut about what goes on here, if you want any semblance of a normal life outside these walls."

Ana was trembling now, in utter disbelief.

"Now. You will address me only as "Father" or "Master". You will wear only the clothing I choose for you. And you are subject to my demands, at all times. If you disobey any of my orders, you will be punished. Do you understand?" Ana finally found her voice.

"No, I don't understand! What do you mean?"

That was as far as she got with her protest. Her father had rapidly crossed the distance to her chair, grabbed her wrists behind her back, and marched her, crying out her protest and struggling to get free, to a room on the next floor down.

Once she'd stopped struggling, Ana found herself chained to a wall by her wrists, hanging from manacles, which were set high on the wall. Paul ripped her blouse from her body in a business-like fashion, doing the same to her bra. He slid the skirt down past her hips, and then her panties, ignoring his daughter's protests and feeble kicks. He smiled to himself; it was difficult to kick well when one's arms were pulled straight above one's head.

He was now looking at a squirming young girl, the muscles in her legs straining, and her high fine breasts bouncing as she wriggled back and forth, chained to a wall in his basement. He sighed in pleasure. Fatherhood was going to be good to him.

Ana was crying out, begging to be released, begging to be sent back home, twisting and straining against her chains.

"This is the beginning of your punishment, slave. Eventually you'll learn to stifle your disagreement with my decisions."

Paul chose a fine, many-tailed whip, with a long handle. He began prodding Ana's inner thighs with the whip handle, forcing her legs further and further apart until she could barely remain standing.

"What are you doing? Please, let me go, I'll do anything, please just let me go..."

He smiled again. Indeed, she would do anything and everything for him, but he would not be letting her go anytime soon. He began to stroke higher and higher on her thighs with the whip handle, causing her legs to jerk and flinch. He noted her ticklishness for future reference.

"Ana, are you a virgin?"

"WHAT? What kind of a..."

Paul grabbed her long, fine hair and pulled it harshly. Ana screamed.

"Are you a virgin, Ana?"

"YES!" Paul released her hair.

"Not for long."

Paul believed firmly in increasing the sensitivity of a woman's body before he gave her a good lashing. For this, her legs would have to be chained in place. He cuffed her ankles in manacles and chained them to the wall, spreading her legs far apart in the process. Then he began the slow process of her torture.

Ana felt her father begin to kiss her calves, his lips and tongue caressing her legs gently and lovingly. She moaned and squirmed, but there was no escape from her bonds of iron. Paul continued upward, planting gentle kisses on her smooth white flesh, all the way up her thighs, until she was gasping. Then he very slowly slid his finger along her pussy lips, allowing his thumb to rest on her clit, rotating very slowly. He slid his tongue along her pussy, kissing and licking it as he had her calves and thighs.

Ana, her body in a state of great confusion, moaned helplessly and rocked in her chains. Her father's warm wet tongue was probing an area of her she'd rarely even touched herself. Her thighs were tensed, and she wriggled and squirmed, but there was no escape from his gentle invasive licking and sucking.

"Please please let me go please, mmm god what are you doing? Please don't whip me I'll be good I swear, mmmm please please..."

Paul ceased his ministrations for a moment and stood, finding a decent-sized ball gag.

"My dear, you are becoming monotonous."

He forced her mouth open, shoving the bright rubber ball well in past her teeth, and strapped it in. He liked this particular design. It allowed her to moan, but not to articulate, and it was quite painful in the degree it forced her jaw open. He knelt between her legs again and continued his gentle exploration of his daughter's innermost folds, which were considerably moister than they had been when he'd begun.

As Ana's moans turned into gasps, higher- and higher- pitched, she stopped struggling. Ana closed her eyes and was swaying back and forth, the sensations emanating from her clitoris becoming unbearably pleasurable. She bit her lip and began to submit to the waves of pleasure sweeping through her body. At this point, Paul finally stopped, causing a desperate whimper from behind the gag.

"Liked that, did you, dear?" Paul smiled amusedly as Ana's eyes opened and she realized what she'd almost done, shaking her head violently back and forth. Paul took the whip again and this time slowly caressed her back and belly and thighs with the tails, observing with pleasure his daughter's ticklish jerks and panicked giggles. He indulged himself for a few moments more with this, and then stood well back from her, watching her trembling soft body.

Oh, it was going to be a good year. That soft white skin, so young and firm, so cool to the touch...

*WHACK*

Ana screamed, her body twisting and jerking. Several bright red stripes began to appear on her ass.

*WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK*

Three rapid strokes of the whip on her back. Ana sounded as though she were nearly hyperventilating. Paul didn't worry. If she fainted, his whip would bring her to in short order. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks now. Now he wanted to show his trembling little girl what pain really was. He lashed her mercilessly, using all his strength behind the blows of the whip.

*WHACK* Her breasts.

*WHACK* Her inner thighs, so soft and white before.

*WHACK* Her calves. Paul liked it when her legs buckled for a second and she hung from the wrist manacles. He struck her there again.

*WHACK* Ana was screaming now, her wrists burning nearly as much as the rest of her body. Her breasts were on fire, her back was in agony, and her ass was... Paul frowned.

*WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK* And her ass was bleeding.

Paul passed his hands across Ana's cheeks, and then rubbed her salty tears into her back, causing her screams to reach a new pitch. He decided that it was now time for Ana to have a little break. He placed the whip down on the floor and knelt down beneath his shaking, sobbing daughter.

Ana began to wail as she felt his soft tongue probing between her legs again. The pleasure, after so much pain, was nearly overwhelming, and she broke down and began to sob helplessly as he licked at her clit, occasionally probing into her vagina with his tongue. She tried in vain to bring her thighs together, but of course her iron manacles held tight. The mere effort caused her pain, as he'd paid special attention to her thighs with the whip, which caused her to break into renewed tears.

Paul caressed his daughter until her clit was large and swollen again. Then he stood, quietly watching the sobbing girl, her body reddened and welted, for several long minutes. He admired the long red and purple streaks crisscrossing her body.

"Ana, darling, you're a work of art."

He could release her now, or he could add one final dimension, completing her pain. Well, he'd always been a perfectionist. He picked up the whip again.

*WHACK* Paul watched Ana's reaction with great satisfaction. The whip had landed just where he'd aimed it, directly between her legs. Her whole body was jerking back and forth as she tried to alleviate the horrendous pain.

*WHACK* Now Paul was just amusing himself. He wanted to see just how badly he could make the young girl hurt. He was also a little curious just how loudly she could scream behind her tight-fitting gag.

*WHACK* the leather fingers of the whip had landed directly on Ana's clitoris. Her screams were piercing, and she was hanging limply from her wrist manacles, unable to support her weight on her legs any longer. Paul couldn't wait any longer. He released the limp body of his daughter from her manacles, and laid her on a mattress he had waiting on the floor.

"Hurts quite a bit, doesn't it?"

Ana nodded, insensate with pain, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Well, this might hurt a bit too. But you'll learn to like it."

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 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.

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 blowjobs.

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, cocksucker? 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.

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.

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."

The End