Part II
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 criss-crossing 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."
