From: OneSickPuppy@HotMail.com   
      
   Story: Ana and her Father  g16   
      
      
      
     An erotic tale by MsWhich   
      
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       Ana stretched her limbs for the first time in several hours.  The drive   
   from the airport had been long and tedious, and there had been no stops.   
   As she worked the cramps from her tired body, she looked up at what must be   
   her new home.  She blinked, and glanced at her welfare officers, themselves   
   just emerging from the car, for affirmation.  Mrs.  Johnson smiled at her.   
   "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.   
      
      
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