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Author's note: Some of the characters in this part are related, though no sexual activity occurs between them.

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And just like that, Charles stops. He switches off the long, slender vibe as well as the G-spot vibrator. "Thank God" Ellie thinks. Maybe this was all just a cruel trick. Maybe he was only humiliating her, not trying to make her orgasm. But looking at Charles, Ellie can tell that he is a much more sinister man than maybe even she originally thought.

And indeed he is. Charles surveys Ellie. She is panting, though her breathing is slowing down now that he has switched off the toys. Her lithe and tight body is covered with a light sheen of sweat and it runs down her face along with her tears. This is all normal. All part of the plan. Charles knows. He has experience. You can't just rush a girl towards orgasm by vibing her hard. She'll resist. She will fight with every ounce of her being. Instead, you need to bring her to the edge over and over again. Hit her with wave after wave of pleasure and torment. Wear her down. Wear her out. Until finally she willingly gives into the orgasm.

And so, Charles switches everything back on and begins to work Ellie's little clit with the bullet vibe again. Well, not so little now. It's engorged with blood and still happily taking everything the vibe will give it. Ellie, not much so. She is gritting her teeth and trying to pull away from the sensations. Charles watches as she struggles. The struggling is good. It gets the fight out of the system. Out of the way.

Ellie can't escape. She realizes that now. And it's so hard to hold on. To hold back the orgasms. It's like clinging to an iceberg with greasy hands. She's losing her grip in a major way. And yet, every time that Charles has her almost there, he backs off. For the third time, he switches everything off and leaves her a hot-wired mess of nerves and sweat. And pussy juice. She can feel it leaking out of her. Running down to her asshole. To the table. It's incredibly humiliating. Mostly because of her lack of control - but also because she is beginning to lust after the orgasms. But especially because it's all happening right in front of her father. She can see him. And he can see her. Positioned as he is, Frank can see everything that Ellie has on display. Nothing is hidden from him. And his mouth is agape as he watches Charles toy with her.

After five times of bringing her to the edge, Charles decides that now is the time to strike. He turns all the vibes up a few notches in intensity. Ellie moans loudly. Louder than she has allowed. Yes. This is it. Placing the bullet vibe back to Ellie's clit, Charles begins to slowly draw light circles around one of Ellie's nipples.

Ellie realizes she can't hold on any longer. The vibe up her asshole feels so fucking amazing. And the G-Spot vibe is in exactly the right place. But most of all, it's her attended to clit that is driving her to a point of no return. And now the nipple play. She can't tolerate this any longer. In a last-ditch effort to avoid the inevitable, Ellie begins to beg. Not Charles. But the person she believes has the real power. "Daddy! Oh, Daddddy!! Please. P-pleaseee don't. Uh. Oh. Daddyyy p-p-p-p-lease don't let Ch-Charles. Mmmmmm. Oh. Make meeee. Oh". Frank listens intently, but he says nothing. Instead, he watches transfixed as his daughter begs and writhes on the table like a demon. "Pllllease. Don't let him make me cum!!" Ellie moans out the last syllables of the sentence and goes nearly catatonic for a few moments before whispering "Oh Daddy!! Daddy I'm c-cumming!!" Charles increases the intensity of the vibes even more and drives Ellie into another frantic orgasm. "Louder, Ellie" Charles admonishes her. "Daddy!! My pussy!! It's cumming so hard, oh Daddddddy!! Daddy, I'm cumming!!" she screams.

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Ten minutes later and Charles has wrung three more orgasms from Ellie's tight pussy. Each time she has yelled to her Father about cumming until she is hoarse and blue in the face. She now lies limply on the table. Beaten. Defeated. Charles thinks that he can get a few more orgasms out of Ellie, but it would be futile at this point. Better to have her remember everything clearly than dull it with more endorphins.

Instead, Charles removes the vibrators and places them on the tray. He then walks back to the cabinet and retrieves more items. Ellie lazily tilts her head to follow, still exhausted from the orgasms. She still can't see what Charles gathers, and she isn't exactly of the mind to care at this point. Watching as he carries the items over, Ellie sees Charles place them on a tray.

Charles grabs the first items off the tray. A few cotton swabs and some medicinal cream. Unscrewing the cap, he spreads some of the cream onto a swap. Placing the tube down, he takes a tissue and wipes Ellie's pussy down dry. Then using his non-dominant hand, he spread's Ellie wide and applies the cream to her enlarged clit. Ellie pulls away at the intrusion. Charles lets go of her pussy and applies the cream to the second swap. Drying Ellie's asshole, he spreads the cream around the pink hole. Finally, applying the cream to a finger on his glove, Charles spreads Ellie's bottom cheeks and slowly slides his finger inside, applying the cream inside Ellie's tight anus.

Removing his gloves, Charles dries his hands and begins unlocking Ellie's restraints. Helping her sit up, Charles orders her off the table and tells her to bend over the table and spread her legs wide apart. Ellie does as she is instructed and waits. Nothing happens at first. She hears Charles walk over to her father and whisper something to him. He whispers back to Charles. And then it happens.

Ellie knew something was up with the cream because it was making her most sensitive parts tingle. She figured it was a remnant of the orgasms. She was wrong. Now her clit and her asshole are on fire. She reaches down and tries to wipe the cream off but realizes it is already rubbed in. She claws at her bottom, spreading her cheeks. She begins howling and crying. Pleading. Begging.

And it's at that moment that Charles grabs her. Ellie looks ridiculous, which is to be expected after capsaicin cream is applied to your clit and asshole. Ellie is spreading her cheeks wide and stomping her feet. She's bent over and crying at the top of her lungs. Charles gathers Ellie's wrists easily in one hand and pulls them from her backside. If the heat was intolerable with her cheeks spread, it's unimaginable now. Pushing her over the table, Charles begins spanking her bottom with quick strikes from a small paddle. The pain is so much worse when combined with the earlier spankings and the cream. Every nerve is alive and relaying pain.

Poor Ellie. Naked. Abject. Humiliated. How much more was there, she wonders frantically. How much more could she take?

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