Ana and her Father, Part IX
Paul led Ana, still naked and dripping, her hands chained in front of her,
into a room she hadn't seen before. It was bare of furniture except for two
thick wooden chairs, facing each other in the center. Ana gazed on this
dumbly, not understanding what was to happen. Softly, almost afraid to
speak, she whispered, "Is this where I'm going to get to come?"
Paul smiled down at her. In a few short days she'd changed from a willful
teenager innocent of sexual knowledge, into this creature so desperate for
an orgasm that she'd ask this humiliating question of the man who tortured
her.
He giggled, a high-pitched, out-of-control sound that frightened her. "Yes,
darling, you'll come. Don't worry about that."
He forced her down into one of the chairs and bound her arms and legs to it.
It was a wide, large chair, so her legs were spread apart quite a bit.
She sat there, trembling, watching Paul with fear and hope in her eyes --
fear that he would hurt her more, and hope that she would finally be allowed
an orgasm.
Paul left the room briefly. After a few moments, Ana heard the sound of
voices approaching down the hallway. She moaned, wondering who the extra
person was, what she would be subjected to next. When she saw the boy who
entered the room, leading a German shepherd on a leash, she gasped in
horror. She recognized him. It was the wiry red-head who'd taken such
delight in tormenting her earlier. He grinned widely as he saw the look on
her face.
"This is your brother, Ana," Paul announced. Ana stared at him in shock,
and he smiled back at her. "I understand you've met already."
Ana felt tears trickling down her cheeks. She wanted to escape this horror,
but there was nowhere to go, nobody to turn to. Her father and brother had
hungry looks in their eyes, and she knew that it was going to be a long,
long night. She hated them.
Paul continued, "We're going to play a little game, Ana. Would you like to
play a game?"
Ana whispered, "No," her eyes downcast. Paul nodded toward the red-headed
boy and said, "Jacob?"
Jacob grinned widely and slapped Ana viciously across the face. She
screamed in pain and surprise and jerked against the chair, instinctively
trying to escape.
Her father asked again, "Would you like to play a game?"
Ana said nothing this time, still unable to meet his gaze, tears falling
from her face onto the hard wood of the chair.
Paul nodded again, and again Jacob slapped her hard across the face. Ana
jerked, this time rocking the chair slightly. She heard her father giggle
again, that same high-pitched sound that had frightened her earlier.
"Would you like to play a game, Ana?"
This time she said yes, in a soft voice, nearly inaudible. She tasted blood
in her mouth and thought that she'd cut her lip during the last slap. She
didn't want any part of this game, but she wanted to be slapped again by her
brother even less. She raised her head for a moment and looked at him,
trying to see a resemblance to herself. They had the same hazel-green eyes,
the same freckling around the nose, the same thin lips. She stifled a sob.
"Here's the game, Ana. We're both going to try to cum. If I cum first,
I'll allow you a month of freedom from punishment. A full month during
which I won't beat you or otherwise punish you in any way."
Ana's heart leapt.
"If you cum first, I will punish you severely. I won't tell you exactly
how, but it will be extremely painful, I can promise you that. Does this
sound like a fun game? All you have to do is not cum. It'll be easy, won't
it, darling?"
Ana let out a sob. She'd been teased to the brink of orgasm and then denied
so many times already that she was almost ready to cum just from rubbing her
thighs together. She wanted to win this game, wanted to claim the reward of
a month free of beatings, wanted it so badly she could taste it, but her
father would never let her win. She resolved to try anyway.
"Jacob, will you do the honors?" Paul laughed as Jacob fished a small jar
out of his jacket pocket. He knelt in front of Ana and began smearing the
thick, sticky substance between Ana's thighs, coating her clitoris and vulva
with it liberally.
Ana tensed, as even this slight stimulation was causing her body to respond.
She stared at her father questioningly, and he laughed again, saying,
"It's honey, Ana. Sweet, delicious honey."
For a moment, Ana didn't understand, but then her head snapped sideways to
look at the dog that Jacob had brought in. A long wail escaped her throat.
"Noooooo.... please!"
Jacob led the dog to Ana's chair, allowed it to sniff between her legs, and
then watched for a short time as it pushed its nose between her legs and
began to lap at the honey there. Her body stiffened and her thighs flexed
and contracted as she tried to push the dog away, but the dog was too
attracted by the scent of the honey and wouldn't be dissuaded. She groaned
and tried to think of something, anything else, anything besides the soft
wet tongue lapping between her legs.
Her father sat down in the chair facing her. He'd stripped his clothes off
while she was preoccupied with the dog, and his erect cock now bobbed
obscenely in the air. Jacob, her brother, knelt before him and began to
suck and lick at it. Ana watched with glazed eyes as her
father's cock disappeared into Jacob's mouth, as the red-headed boy made
soft gagging noises, as his head moved back and forth. The dog's tongue was
making it very hard for her to concentrate. It was so filthy and awful, she
was so revolted, but its tongue was soft and wet
and insistent and kept lapping at her clitoris, which was already swollen
and engorged even before this, and it felt so gooood...
Paul watched as Ana squirmed, trying to move away from the animal's probing
tongue, but only making it worse, as her squirming caused the dog to lick
even more furiously. Jacob's mouth felt good on his cock, but he was
long-practiced at holding off orgasm, and could do it for
hours if necessary.
Ana was trying desperately to hold off the waves of pleasure that mounted
within her, trying to squirm away from the dog, trying to remember how
revolting this was rather than think about how
good it felt. The German shepherd was lapping at her clit, though, and she
couldn't focus, couldn't concentrate, couldn't think about anything except
the pleasure, and she didn't want to cum, didn't want to have an orgasm, not
like this..
She began unconsciously moaning underneath her breath, saying, "No, God no,
no, I don't want to, I don't want to, please just let me rest for a second,
please no, God no, no, please no, pleeeeeeeeease no, I don't want to cum,
please not like this, please...." over and over again. A few minutes later,
she arched her back and let out a loud, piercing sob, bucking her hips
forward five times in rapid succession, and then relaxing back into the
chair.
Paul smiled at her. "Are you excited about your punishment, Ana?"
She couldn't even look at him. She panted, her body coated in a light sheen
of sweat, physically exhausted.
"Let's play another game. If you manage to cum again before I do, I'll add
two hours onto your punishment, which I've already planned to last two
hours. If I cum first, I'll take an hour off. How about that?"
On cue, Jacob allowed his father's cock to pop wetly from his mouth, and
returned to smear more honey onto Ana's cunt. He paid careful attention to
her clitoris, rubbing and stroking it with honey for a good minute and a
half, until Ana's breathing quickened and she started to moan. She started
crying when the dog pushed its nose back into her crotch, and began writhing
fiercely, trying fruitlessly to escape the bonds holding her to the chair.
Jacob knelt on the floor and took Paul's cock into his mouth again. Paul
smiled at her. "You know, Ana, I could do this all night long."
