The Black Shirt

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Rome, Italy, 1940:

Count Alessandro di Casci woke up in his villa bed, in the arms of his mistress. He wasn't worried about his wife's jealousy, however, if she even felt it. The Contessa was off with her lover, some priest again, the jaded Count thought. Even the pious Italians were no good at monogamy, let alone celibacy. Asking an Italian not to fornicate or commit adultery was like asking a dog not to bark at strangers. It was futile. The national character had always been lecherous, since the early days of ancient Rome, as witnessed by the rape and abduction of the Sabine women.

If Popes had mistresses (and most of them did), then the Holy See could hardly enforce the 7th Commandment with any kind of righteous zeal or credibility in the minds of most Italians, who lived too close to the Vatican to believe that it was a stronghold of chastity. No, best to enjoy adultery to the maximum, avoid worse and most other sins, and make a full confession on your deathbed, when you knew for sure that you wouldn't repeat the sin.

Then again, the lovely young lady sleeping next to him, secure in his arms, was not just any young woman in her 20s, young enough to be his daughter: she WAS his daughter. Yes, he was involved in incest, as well as adultery. And that wasn't the end of his secrets. Their affair was, shall we say, rather unorthodox in style. Very prone to indulging their mutual fetishes. In fact, his daughter was an ideal lover for him, aside from occasional arguments over his adherence to the Church in most ways and his willingness to continue his marriage of convenience to her mother. Not that she was jealous or wanted him to be faithful to her. She was a very submissive sort when not plotting for her own purposes. No, it was that her mother had the legal status that she craved, the public recognition as being something that she was not all: his mate. The truth was that his real helpmate was his daughter...his beloved....

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Francesca

Comtessa Francesca di Casci stirred in her sleep, grunting as her father made to rise. Having only returned to Rome the previous night and her pent-up frustrations having played havoc with her otherwise composed manners.

Her slender arm resting on his chest, making a feeble attempt to keep him from getting up.

"Papa there's no need..."

Her voice sleepy but promising that should he show just a little interest she would instantly comply.
Francesca was 24 and had been her Father's mistress for the past eight years. It may seem bizarre an arrangement but to her it made perfect sense. She loved him unconditionally, she shared his views of Italy's aspirations to greatness. She was as ardent a supporter of Il Duce as he was, and most important ; she was the one that could satisfy both his intellectual and physical needs.

Opening her eyes and looking at his handsome face, her slender arm still draped across him.

"Mamma won't be back until evening at the earliest"

Her tone carefully modulated as to sound disappointed with his apparent lack of interest in her but also managing to convey the promises of absolute obedience should he elect to stay in bed. Francesca was a sexual submissive but of the kind that demanded her Master to remain on his toes at all times. She never proved to be an easy lay, far from it. She'd made it her mission to have him beg as much as she did.

"Besides Papa, I've been a very very bad girl when on my holiday..."

She added, the sleepiness suddenly all gone as she kissed his neck.

 

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Alessandro

"Have you now? Tell Papa all about it," he smiled with a wicked laugh, as he kissed her mouth in a blatantly sexual way. Being his daughter's lover was something that he had long ago accepted. Perhaps he was just jaded in general. Then again, the Contessa was in no position to judge him, what with her many affairs and all. So he bedded his daughter? What the masses didn't know wouldn't hurt them. He didn't give a flip what they did in bed, either, as long as they bred plenty of new Italians. That was his main area of agreement with the Church....none of this birth control nonsense....well, maybe except in this case....incest leading to deformities and all....he had an excuse, he thought....

He began spanking his Francesca in a light, but still authoritative way. He wanted to remind her of his right to discipline her...both as a father and as a sadistic lover. Very nice of her to buy him that copy of de Sade's works, by the way. Clearly, she had ulterior motives, however, as this situation proved. She always know how to provoke and entice him....very manipulative for a masochist/submissive type...then again, that's the way he liked her...the spoiled princess...Daddy's girl.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Francesca gave a small squeal as Alessandro's hand connected with her buttocks. The sharp stinging pain and then the warmth everso familiar to her.

Giving him an intent look befoe slowly and very deliberately moving over, laying down across hs legs as he sat up, her pert bottom raised to receive more. Keeping her legs firmly pressed together and her hands palms down on the bed as her father landed yet another blow.

She craved the pain, to her it was the very essence of just how much her father loved and adored her. Who else but him could manage to bestow such pain on the person he loved? Not that she had tried to many others, most men recoiled when she gave but an inkling to her needs and desires.

His hand once again landing on her bottom, her lightly tanned skin turning a shade of red. Her breathing becoming more laboured and her sex starting to moisten, as the pain seared through her. Alessandro had explained that the spankings brought about an increased circulation of blood thus triggering her sex as well. Not that Francesca cared a great lot about the medical explanations, the result was what interested her.

"Yes Papa, I've been very naughty" having devised the most elaborate plan to elicit more punishment as well as making a point regarding his throughly inexplicable affiliation with the Church.

"I took part in a service in the Hertetic Lutheran Church and I loved it Papa"
His hand connecting again, harder now. She knew that her father's view on the protestant church, even though he himself was a decendant of a Lutheran.

A series of slaps followed, each accompanied by the throbbing of his raging erection, pressed hard against Francesca's flat stomach...

 

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Alessandro

Once again, she was determined to provoke him into spanking her harder....typical Francesca, the Count thought of his daughter...

...he continued spanking her for a while, but then he couldn't resist taking her anymore...time for more punishment, he thought, as he put her on her hands and knees...challenging her by entering her from behind....knowing that she was wet enough for him to take her, after all. He began toying with her clit too and enjoying the sight of her arse as he fucked her roughly this time...though he wasn't always rough...he just felt that urge in his groin this time...to make her squeal...he even pulled her hair...yes, she was his princess, but he'd make the spoiled Daddy's girl beg for mercy or at least for her climax...

After all, he never managed to turn his wife onto this....

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Francesca moaned as he pushed her onto her hands and knees and violently entering her from behind. The fierce manner in which he penetrated her sending shivers of delight through her body. She enjoyed it, enjoyed her status as his principessa as well as his whore. Knowing that every time he punished her, either with his phallus or his hand their bond was forged even tighter.

From that fateful night all these years ago when Alessandro had first taken her into his bed she had been his loyal companion, the way in which he bestowed trust and affection on her clearly labelled her as his first and foremost love. Her mother, Comtessa Bianca di Casci had of course voiced her dissent, but truth to be told she had never sought to end their liason. Knowing that Francesca was all that she was not.

His thrusts becoming more intense as his grip around her slender waist tightened. She fucked back, clenching her sex around his cock as he slammed inside her. His voice heavy with arousal, calling her a whore. She didn't mind, in fact every derogatory term he used when making love to her only served to heighten her arousal.

She felt his thumb penetrating her backdoor, pushing against the ring. Knowing what he wanted to hear she cried out, begging him not to. They both knew it to be a game, she would protest and he would force the issue.

Alessandro did by rights know her in and out, and that explained the trust he bestowed in her. She had spent the last two weeks in Sweden sorting out the business of the title granted by the Friherre Löwenheim. The di Cascia family was sprung out of the liason between the 19:th Century revolutionary Bruno di Cascia and the Swedish noblewoman Jaquette Silvferhielm. Their distant relative Friherre Carl-Gustaf Löwenheim, an avid supporter of both Hitler and Mussolini, had found out thus giving the title to his distant Italian relative.

"Please Papa it hurts so much"

She applied her best little-girl's voice as he pluged deeper inside her using both cock and fingers to penetrate her lithe body. Her pleas serving to heighten both her own and his arousal.

 

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Alessandro

He swatted her ass-cheeks several times with his hands, then tickled her clit for a while, before applying some olive oil to her sphincter and his cock. He wanted her ready for what was next. There was something about sodomy that he really enjoyed. He laughed as he thought about how much Giancarlo envied her what he was doing to her. The man had tried to seduce him and he had offered him his daughter instead, as a "beard", a way for both of them to conceal their secrets.

Incest and homosexuality were both taboo in Italian society, unlike fornication, prostitution, and adultery. Neither of them could afford to let their secrets become public, least of all if they wished to be prominent Fascists. Hitler was pressuring Il Duce to become more puritanical about sex, and so were many pro-clerical elements in the Fascist Party and fascist sympathizers in the Church. Therefore, it was in everyone's interest for Giancarlo to affiance himself to Francesca, while she was in fact her father's mistress (well, in that sense of the word at any rate). There would be no more pressure on either Francesca or Giancarlo to wed. And no one would suspect that her father fucked her on a regular basis, let alone was in love with her.

He was glad that Bianca had accepted his affair and continued with her own. Then again, she would have looked a hypocrite, especially given her predilection for priests. He always laughed when he looked at the priests of his parish, knowing that quite a few of them had been seduced and discarded by his wife.

After he had her arsehole ready, he entered her abruptly and started thrusting away, all the while still playing with her clit and pulling her hair. He also continued calling her names, mostly regarding what a strumpet she was for bedding her own father. He knew that she loved it, otherwise he might have felt guilty. She loved being treated like a slut, as long as she knew that she was his slut. He wondered if she had fucked the Friherre, not that he cared. She didn't ask him about other women, except sometimes to provoke him. And he never acknowledged that she had other men at times, if she did. He wasn't even sure.

The main thing was that she was his princess and his slut, his little whore of a daughter, his loyal lover and mistress, and his agent for missions like the one in Sweden. He was still shocked at how well things gone there, since discovering the news about the link between his family, the Loweheims, and an ancient Roman family, all in this villa due to his daughter's exhumation of some papers there and bringing them to his attention.

She grunted and winced a bit, then gasped and sighed with painful pleasure, as he rammed her ass roughly and took her slut princess forcefully on all fours. He also mixed that with loving caresses of her clit and sex, as well as pulling her hair to pull her back toward him and increase their momentum.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Francesca

It hurt, it always did when Papa took her in such a fashion. But pain was fleeting an emotion in Francesca's world. There was also the surge of arousal hidden just beneath the initial sensations of pain, and she had become adept in reaching them.

Turning her head as Alessandro pulled her hair once more, looking at him. His handsome face contorted as he pushed inside her. She knew he would be bound to cum shortly, the signs all but subtle.

It was strange a coincidence, that their distant ancestor Tiberius Marcus Gracchus, a senator of ancient Rome had indulged himself in much the same way as Alessandro and herself did now. She had stumbled across the manuscripts a few years earlier, recounting the incestual relations of the Gracchi family. It made her think that some things were bound to be genetic, although there was no proof of any progeny being spawned neither by Tiberius by his daughter Aurelia or Livius by his mother Julia.

Still, the faiblesse for incestual relations was there. No doubt about it. After all the Gracchi had not been the only family practicing that particular vice. It was in the blood of the Romans, and Francesca considered herself to be the decenandt and heiress pf them.

She gritted her teeth as her father pushed deeper inside her, the pain and pleasure at equal peaks now. Her head resting on the soft pillows as he slammed inside her.

"Please Papa stop it.."

She knew of course that her pleas would only serve to intensify his thrusts. He loved hearing her beg for mercy, and she was more than willing to comply...

 

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Alessandro

As always, he enjoyed himself completely, fucking her ass now with total relish....she begged him to stop, but that was part of their mating dance....she pretended to hate it, when she loved it. She loved every fucking minute of having her father roughly take her orifices. He knew that...so he continued, but he did kiss her neck as he fucked her arse, as if to remind her that he DID very much love her....

...and trust, as her missions back and forth to Sweden would indicate...they had titles and rights to confirm, due to the Friherre Lowenheim's generosity in sharing with his cousins.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Francesca

The way her father alternated between the most tender caresses and the rough thrusts as he penetrated her served to bring her within an inch of her climax. Her lithe body trembling as he slammed inside her, pulling her hair as well as manipulating her petal.

Then the violent spasm that preceeded his orgams, the way he gripped her slender waist, and pushing her down onto her stomach. His body pressing her down on the soft matress as he came, violently discharging inside her. She climaxed just moments after him, as he issued the final thrust.

Laying ontop of her, his hands on hers, their bodies covered in sweat. His breathing as laboured as hers. Then finally he pulled out and rolled of her. His face shining with contentment, having once more been able to indulge his kinkier faiblesses.

Francesca lifted her head, smiling demurely and placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Do you want me to make coffee Papa?"

Not that it was strictly necessary, the di Cascia household had servants, but it brought her a certain measure of satisfaction doing him small favours such as that. It put her apart from Bianca who would never demean herself as to carry out menial tasks.

 

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Alessandro

He smiled proudly at his daughter's question. She was very much his daughter....took a great deal after him....the kinkiness...the scheming, devilish side....

"Thank you, yes, cara mia, and get yourself some as well. It will be get us in the mood for breakfast. I'm hungry now. So, my dear princess, do you wish to take another journey to Sweden soon? I understand that we have friends there. Uncle Victor (the King) and Uncle Benito (the Duce) would really appreciate it, I'm sure, as would Papa," he proposed between kisses, as they got dressed for the day.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Francesca

Pulling on the white blouse she had worn the previous night, she went to the kitchen. Preparing the coffee for her father. She knew he prefered her to wear as little as possible when around the house and she was happy to acceed to his wishes.

Taking a moment to arrange her hair, critically examining herself in the full lenght mirror. Slender yet shapely, hair and skin surprisingly light, her Nordic heritage still discernable. Turning as she buttoned the blouse, arching her back, the marks on her bottom still visible.

Going back to the kitchen seeing Alessandro sitting by the table, scanning the morning papers. Most of Western Europe had fallen to the seemingly invincible German Wehrmacht. Only the British was still mounting some resistance. Francesca did not necessarily agree with Hitler and his ideology, yet she understood that in order for Italy to reach her aspirations of grandeur it was prudent to align herself with Germany.

"Will our army be victorious in Africa Papa?" she poured him his coffee and then stood behind him, her slender hands on his shoulders, gently massaging him.

Kneading his shoulder and neck as he pretended not to listen. He didn't mind discussing politics with her, but he seemed to think that the prerogative for raising such issues was his and his alone.

Knowing that he wouldn't dignify her with an answer, she focused on massaging his shoulders.

"When are you going to divorce Mamma?"

She had not intended to ask, knowing Alessandro would never go against that particular doctrine of the Mother Church. Yet Francesca would not let the issue rest. She wanted the official station as Count di Casci's consort and she was damned if her indifferent mother would be bestowed that particular honour rather than she.

"She doesn't love you Papa, and she's a liablity. There's talk about her affairs. They think you a cuckold"

Knowing she was going out on a limb but she wanted him to react, preferably in such a way that would do away with Bianca di Casci..

 

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Alessandro

As always, the question returned. In the middle of the newspaper reading and the coffee, his beloved daughter had to bring up an issue that occasionally stirred the pot between them. A cause of dispute between father and daughter. He couldn't divorce Bianca, since divorce was banned by the Church. Nor could he marry his own daughter under the laws of the selfsame Church. He couldn't afford a scandal anyway. A Fascist official had to keep simon-pure, at least in appearance. That's how Il Duce liked it.

"My dear girl, you know that I wish that, but it is impossible. I don't know why you continue to bring it back up. Divorce and incestuous are both against canon law and the teachings of the Church. I am a leading official in the Fascist Party. We cannot afford to seem bad Catholics, or else it will harm the Party with the masses. We don't have the trade unions behind us at heart, so we take our allies where we can.

"Now, why don't you sit on Papa's lap and share some coffee with him. Did you hear anything, by the way, on the rumors regarding an invasion of Greece? I honestly hope that it doesn't happen. Surely Il Duce will avoid such folly. Greece is, after all, under a very Fascist leader in General Metaxas. It's a pointless idea. There are other fields to fight on anyway. We have our hands full against the British and Abyssinians," he spoke as he kissed her lips openly. Any staff that might be present knew of his liasion with his daughter anyway. They just feared to speak of the scandal.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Francesca

His words aimed to make her see sense, and in truth Francesca understood that she could never, under any circumstances become his in that way, yet it hurt her that she would never be bestowed with the status that came of being the consort of such a high-ranking official as Alessandro di Casci.

Sitting down on his lap and accepting his kisses, momentarily appeased yet not content. She despised the puritans of the Fascist partym who instead of looking to Italy's true past, the Roman Empire persisted on adhering to the doctrines of the Mother Church. Was it not the advent of Christianity that had brought about the downfall of Rome? Francesca had no time for it and in that respect she agreed with Hitler. Return to the ancient beliefs of the Germanic tribes then the stranglehold that Christianity placed on the people could finally be disposed of.

"I know we can't be married Papa but you still ought to get rid of her"

Francesca rarely used her mother's name when discussing such issues with Alessandro,

"She's a liability, not only to yourself but to the Party as well. Do you think your average puritan" almost spitting the out the word "peasant will look kindly on her dalliances? If worst comes to worst you should have her suffer an accident" she gave a short mirthless laugh at the thought as well as the reaction she was given by Alessandro.

"As for Greece" quickly changing the topic before he'd get really cross with her "It's ours by tradition. Besides the Greeks could benefit from Roman rule once more"

"But to the point Papa you really should think about it...."

 

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Alessandro

Alessandro couldn't help but laugh, seeing that his daughter was partly trying to tease and provoke him. At least about the Greek thing. Historically, sure, the reconquest of Greece would be sweet....but logistically, the Italian empire was in danger of being overextended as it was. A step at a time, in empire-building for sure. After, Rome herself didn't conquer Greece quickly or early on....it was one step in the process of annexing most of the known world. Same with Italy, in his view. Let Metaxas die first and this war end, before starting a new war.

About the other, he decided to tease her back,"Jealous, my dear? I've slept with you and even some other women more often than I have slept with your mother these days. Our marriage is a technicality, but even if it were ended, the anti-incest laws can't be remedied. You know this. The closest thing that I can think of is to have you unofficially introduced as my de facto wife. A common-law wife sort of situation. Even then, however, we would be unable to show our faces in Rome or most of Italy again. We'd be unable to help Il Duce against the Allies through our Swedish contacts. We might even be arrested. We could get away with killing your mother more easily than with open incest. In fact, this last is a rather tempting thought.....

"I'd get an annulment, but that would bastardize you. And I would never do that. It would suggest that you're not my legal heiress and possibly not even my daughter....I couldn't do that to you...not in all justice," he spoke sadly, as he kissed her again.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Francesca

"Of course I'm jealous. You know that."

She kissed him back, her slender hands wrapped around his neck, nails almost digging into the skin.

"If you anulled the marriage and declared me not to be your daughter then..."

She left the sentence unfinished, knowing that Alessandro would only tolerate so much. Instead she focused on returning his kisses with equal fervour. Putting her soul into it, showing him just how much she loved him. As they broke the kiss she looked down, demurely so. In an instant changed from the scorned mistress to the dutiful daughter.

"Cousin Carl-Gustaf has arranged that I will be granted an audience with the Duke of Westrobothnia when I return to Stockholm. Apparently he has some pro-german sentiments which could be exploited"

"We must think of a gift that is suitable enough, preferably one from Il Duce himself"

Smiling at her father's obvious pleasure from her political machinations. She knew just how high he regarded her diplomatic skills and he had forwarded her name as one of the top unofficial envoys of the Fascist government.

"With a little luck the Duke will influence His Majesty to argue the case with the Swedish government which could prove useful. We need the iron-ore as you know"

Kissing him again, thinking she earned her reward

 

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Alessandro

"Yes, we do need that iron-ore....especially if we end up invading Greece. Those Greeks are tough men, especially the mountain troops. We'll need ton of firepower to crack that nut. I fought alongside some Greeks in the Great War, so I should know. Odd, that we were on the same side then and might well become enemies now.

"By all means conduct your negotiations with our Swedish friends. And we'll find a few nice gifts for the Swedes from Il Duce's government. I appreciate very much the thankless and unofficial service you're doing for your country.

"As for private matters, dear, don't forget that you're affianced to a man who needs us as much as we need him. That is mutual benefit that we can't afford to through away. Even so.....if someone should ever happen to Giancarlo and your mother....there would be the temptation to annul the marriage...except for the fact that it would involve declaring you another man's child. I don't care how many affairs your mother had or even if she did by chance have you sired on her by another man, I can't hurt you that way. I am rather sentimental about the fact that you're my daughter. Besides, I KNOW that you're mine by blood....you're too much like me not to be. If it didn't involve hurting you, I'd seek an annulment in a second....

"Besides, there's no need for jealousy. Your mother is just a contessa, not my princess. And the occasional other women are nothing more than a convenience to deal with your absence at times. Of course, I know people who could theoretically arrange a one-way trip to Moscow for her. If the Russians thought that she was the 'Black Contessa', our unofficial agent in the Baltic, they might decide to keep her as a guest. What an excellent decoy for the true liaison, and one likely to be executed in secret by Stalin's OGPU.

"Then, of course, we'd have to find an alternative bride for young Giancarlo....but even then, the only way that we could marry would be if I lied and claimed that you were not my daughter...else the laws against incest would still apply..."

He kissed her harder this time....whispering that it would be fine....she would never lose his heart and her place as his lover....and unofficial consort...he wished that she could be more, but....

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Francesca

Returning his kisses as she turned to straddle him. His hands on her slender back pulling her closer to him. Smiling she decided it was time to present him with the other gifts she'd picked up for him. Giving him yet another passionate kiss she stood up and walked the few steps over to the cabinet where she had placed the items.

Assuming a suitable demure posture she handed him a parcels, wrapped in brown paper and tied together with a piece of ordinary looking string. No elaborations of the contents.

"I hope you like it Papa"

She sat down on his lap again, leaning close to him as he pulled at the wrapping. Inside the first was a beautifully made leather collar. Smooth black leather and adorned with a single metal ring where a leash could be attached.

Taking it from his hands and attaching it around her neck, the collar was designed to resemble a 19:th Century stock worn by soldiers. Keeping the head of it's wearer straight, not allowing her, in this case, to turn it.

"I thought it prudent but perhaps you find me too presumptious Papa" she looked down but couldn't help smiling as she felt his growing erection through his trousers "and if so I have deserved to be punished..."

 

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Alessandro

Alessandro laughed at his daughter's mischievous remarks....and her choice of the collar, even as he felt his cock grow erect....

"My princess, it is very nice....and kinky....but you didn't ask permission....so I'll forgive you, but only after I have tried this out and spanked your lovely arse. Well, and fucked you, of course...not gently, either. Roughly, like an animal, since you wish to wear an animal's collar...," he kissed her again and put the collar on her himself....then he gestured for her to get on all fours on the floor.....

Smiling with lust as he saw her gorgeous bottom...

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Francesca

Inhaling deeply as her father tightend the leather stock around her slender neck and then kissing her again. Hungrier and more fierce now.

Quickly getting on all fours on the cold tiles of the floor, arching her back and keeping her head down as he stood up behind her. His hand finding her buttocks and sqeezing them hard.

"Yes Papa" she whispered the words as he touched her petal making her squirm. Then the famliar feel of his hand connecting with her bottom, sending waves of pain through her once more.

"Uno" she started counting, knowing he would be equally pleased and as well having a pretext for spanking her more as she had spoken without his permission

 

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Alessandro

There it was....her delectable arse....very visible and spankable....he alternated caresses and swats as he heard her count....swatting her a bit harder for a brief moment for a mixed reward and punishment for both counting and speaking out of turn.

With the 30th swat, he halted spanking her to grab her collar and enter her sex....he used her roughly as he promised, but this time left her arse to his fingers...preferring to show some mercy at this point, even as he asserted himself....

....several thrusts in and out of her, while his right hand used her collar and his left played with her anal sphincter....he felt her becoming very wet around his cock....loved that knowledge, the idea that his own daughter was his lover still...his own virtual slave....and yet his spoiled, pampered princess too...so many hats she wore, including that of his agent in Sweden....but always his girl....his Francesca....his true favorite companion....in a way that her mother never could be.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Francesca

Her bottom ablaze as Alessandro slapped her. Biting her lip trying to keep quiet. The intense pain making her sex moisten. She had long since accepted the fact that she got off on pain and humiliation, at least when it was her beloved father who bestowed it on her.

Arching her back as he forcefully entered her, pulling her hair, yanking her head back as he pushed deeply inside her tight orifice.

She returned his gaze, conveying her submission and her unconditional love for him. Then knowing that it would please him she ran her tounge across her lips, in a delicate yet wantonly gesture. Displaying her arousal emitting from the rough treatment.

"I love you Papa"

She spoke the words as she came, violently on his engorged cock...

 

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Alessandro

Her climax and her words stirred him again....he spent himself quickly, a great deal of his seed emptied into her sex, while a smaller part oozed down to the floor.

"I love you, too, princepessa, but now you must lick the rest of my cum off the floor. Then we'll eat our breakfast, so it doesn't get cold first. Perhaps you should put it in your coffee and drink it that way?" he proposed....not quite making THAT an order, because he wanted to see if she would do it on a mere suggestion....he kissed her mouth again really quickly before she did anything of the sort, however....

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Francesca

She winced as he voiced his suggestion, well not so much a suggestion as a candid order, she thought. Francesca was well aware just how much Alessandro loved to watch her perform the most degrading tasks, safe in the knowledge that she would, eventually comply to please him.

Giving him a a look, pursing her lips for a second before lowering her head to the stains on the floor. Gingerly stretching her tongue and scooping up his emissions. She heard him inhale sharply, the sight so utterly bizarre and thusly so very arousing to him.

Lowering her head further as she lapped up the last of it. Almost gagging as she swallowed but managing to get it all down. Looking imploringly at him.

"There Papa, all done..."

Remaining in her prostrate position until told otherwise...

 

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Alessandro

The sight of her licking her own cum off the floor was certainly exciting enough...but the sight of her prostrate on the floor was even hotter....still...he had something else that he wanted from her all of the sudden....

"Suck my cock, Francesca....," he instructed her.

Knowing that she was greedy for him...anyway....she would earn her breakfast for sure this time.