‘It’s a quiet night,’ said my father. ‘We’ll drag the slut out here later, fuck her on the gravel next to the car before we take her back for check-in.’ I was seeing another side of my father, and I was disturbed at how much it was turning me on. He was a raunchy bastard who enjoyed rough, domineering sex. The car slid to a halt in front of the motel room and my father switched off the engine. ‘You ready for this, girl?’
‘Ella’s Initiation’ contains consensual incest, M/f sex and degradation. All participants are over 18. Chapter 1 of ‘Ella’s Initiation’ is here.
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‘You ready for this, girl?’ asked Robert from the back seat. ‘I sure am. I’ve been hungry all day.’
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I…’ I paused, then I forced myself to speak before they would give me any more orders. ‘I want this. But I… I should tell you. I haven’t d-done this before,’ I said quickly, ramming each of the words out of my mouth after the other. ‘I mean… I haven’t done freeuse. But also… I haven’t done this before. You know. Sex.’
‘Fuck,’ said my father, and I thought he was backing out, and then I saw he was laughing. ‘Fucken oath,’ he said, laughing a bit more. ‘You mean, not only do I get to have my sweet little grown-up daughter beneath me, forced to take every inch of me. But it’s your first time as well? Damn.’ He grinned. ‘I love fucking virgins.’
I flushed miserably, looking down. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said again, not sure what I was apologising for. I wished the ground would reach out and swallow me whole.
‘Why are you apologising?’ Robert asked from the back seat. ‘I love taking virgins. They don’t know shit about how to fuck and they get this wide-eyed look on their face when they first feel a prong inside their tight little holes.’
I blushed vividly hot, I was surprised my cheeks weren’t glowing in the darkness they were burning so hot.
‘Virginity is a social construct, Robert,’ chuckled my father, still grinning, sounding for a fleeting moment like the man I actually knew. ‘But still… I’ve fantasised about popping this little bitch’s cherry for at least three years. I just never actually thought I’d get to do it. I can’t believe I’m going to take my own fucking daughter’s virginity.’ He flashed a glance at me and I flushed harder at the sheer lust in his face. ‘I’m a big man, you’re going to remember your first time with me, darling.’
I blushed and looked away, as my brain suddenly fed me an image of me, legs spread, my father buried inside me up to the hilt. It was wrong and wanton and it turned me on like nothing on earth.
‘Let’s get inside,’ said Robert, opening his car door.
The next few moments passed as if in a blur. The men made me pull my denim jacket closer around me so I could walk the short steps from the car to the motel room with my breasts uncovered, then they made me walk in front of them to the room. My father reached past me to unlock the door and pushed it open for me. Feeling surrounded with both of them standing at my back, I stepped inside the warm room.
I had studied the club’s rules very closely. I knew how to behave, and I was determined to be good. So, even though it made me even more embarrassed, I stepped across to the big double bed in the centre of the room and knelt down beside it to face the room. This is what the manual said every submissive must do when she first entered a room where she was going to be taken.
I kept my gaze focused downwards like the picture in the manual had shown. My knees were slightly apart, my hands palm up on my knees as if I was meditating. My jacket flapped open again when I let it go, my large breasts clearly on display again. I was embarrassed and so scared that I was doing it wrong that I realised tears were forming in my eyes.
‘Knees further apart,’ said my father, his voice uncompromising. Flushing, not looking up, I shifted my knees wider apart, feeling vulnerable and exposed. He didn’t say anything more though, and I felt my breathing grow slower and steady. Maybe I could do this after all.
The men had carried some large bags inside and I desperately wanted to look at them, to see what they were doing, but I forced my eyes to stay on the ground in front of me. A good little bitch, like my father kept calling me. A good submissive member of the club. A well-behaved piece of property, ready to please her masters for her initiation ritual.
‘Well, she knows some respect at least,’ said Robert, locking the room door with finality and stepping across to stand near me. ‘Who’s banging her first? You want to take point, because she’s your daughter?’
‘Hell yes,’ said my father, and my cheeks burned hotly to hear him say that. I was both excited at the thought of my father fucking me, and horrified at how excited I was. ‘Well, girl?’ he said, walking across to stand next to Robert, so that they were both standing over me. ‘You remember your lessons?’
‘Yes, Daddy,’ I whispered, blushing hotly.
‘Speak up!’ Robert snapped. ‘I can’t hear you.’
‘Yes, Daddy,’ I said, forcing some sound into my voice. ‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Hmm,’ he said, not sounding impressed. ‘Recite the mantra, slut.’
I flushed hotter, my hands wishing they could move together to clutch each other, or at least fidget with something. Suddenly, I was so embarrassed. I wished fervently, intensely, I hadn’t set out to do this. But there was no way I was backing out now.
‘Yes, Sir,’ I said, breathing carefully so that my voice was more even, modulated.
The mantra was set out in all the club’s manuals and guidebooks. Female submissives were required to recite it at the state of each session, reminding themselves and their dominants of their respective roles. I had been practising it every night for weeks, getting wet and excited every time I went over the words again.
I had been so excited for the day when I would first say the words for real, that I could have recited it in my sleep. Truth be told, I probably had been reciting it in my sleep. That didn’t mean that it was any easier to say now though, with Robert and my father standing over me, watching me, my breasts naked and on display.
I was discovering that it was so much harder when I was for real, and not in the dark silence of my bedroom.
‘Take me,’ I started. ‘I am your property…’
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