Pixie Isobella

‘Who’s banging her first?’ Robert asked as he stood over me. ‘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. ‘You remember your lessons?’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ I whispered, blushing hotly.

‘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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Ella’s Initiation: Chapter 5

‘Take me,’ I said. ‘I am your property.’ I was proud that my voice didn’t stumble over the words. ‘My body will submit to your lust.’

I felt myself starting to blush again as I heard the words out in the air. The words of the submissives’ mantra were so freaking corny, like some tacky paperback romance from the 1950s, and yet they turned me on so much.

‘I am the sheath for your swords,’ I said, my cunt trembling in need as I spoke the cheesy yet strangely arousing words, proud of myself for remembering to change the words to plural for both the men standing above me. Oh gods, two men were going to fuck me. And I had never even had sex with anyone before. What if I didn’t even like it?

Well, I reasoned, I could always leave. There was nothing compelling me to stay, except my own choices. Resolutely, I continued the mantra.

I licked my lips and kept going. ‘I am the soil for you to plough.’

I paused, desperate for air. I was so focused that I hadn’t been remembering to breathe. Each phrase of the mantra put crude imagery in my head of men’s bodies entering and thrusting and grinding against women’s bodies. I licked my lips again, very aware of the two men above me, listening to me say the degrading, embarrassing words, waiting for me to finish.

‘Please,’ I said, ‘please, drive your rods into me. Please, plant your seed inside me. I am an untouched vessel,’ I said, my voice shaking on the word ‘untouched’, ‘and you are my masters. Please, give me orders. I will obey.’

There was a pause while they stood looking down at me, and I blushed hotter. Fuck, how had I even said all those words? How could, with my father and his best friend looking down at me? I watched their feet and lower legs – the only part of them that I could see with my eyes downcast – and I waited, feeling vulnerable.

‘You learn well, property,’ said my father, and I blushed, glad I couldn’t see his face while he spoke such crude words to me. ‘You know why you’re here. You chose to be tested. If you last through this initiation with us, then you will have proven that you belong in this club.’

‘We will be harsh on you,’ said Robert. ‘Other men who come after us will be equally harsh, and we need to satisfy ourselves that you will not let them down.’

My father chuckled, a wry laugh that I knew well. ‘We will be harsh on you, darling, because we enjoy it. That’s why we built this damn club. For the monthly fun of fucking sluts like you senseless.’

‘Heh,’ said Robert. ‘That’s true, too. Take your jacket off, girl.’

Moving awkwardly because of embarrassment, I slid my shoulders and arms out of my jacket, laying it to one side.

‘Now your dress,’ he said, and I trembled as I undid the last of the buttons on my shirt-dress and pulled it fully open, dropping it on the ground behind me. Fuck, I felt so exposed now, kneeling in front of them in just my lingerie and my thigh-high boots, my breasts already outside my bra. My panties were crotchless too — a club rule — and the lacy suspender belt and stockings didn’t really cover up any skin.

I felt myself blushing hotly at the feeling of both their eyes on me, the feeling intensified by how crudely they had been talking about me.

‘Lose the bra,’ said my father and, flushing, I obeyed, trying to rationalise that my bra wasn’t doing anything anymore, anyway. ‘Good girl,’ he said, as I dropped the bra to one side. ‘You’re going to say some words for me. Get me properly in the mood to plough that soft little virgin hole of yours.’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ I said, feeling my breath catch in my throat.

‘Repeat after me. “I have big udders to please my Daddy when he fucks me”.’

I flushed. ‘I have…’ I paused, suddenly terrified I had heard the words wrong, terrified I was embarrassing myself.

‘Say it, girl,’ Robert snapped and I jumped.

‘I have big udders to please my Daddy when he fucks me,’ I said, cramming the words out of my mouth.

‘Yeah, you do,’ said my father mercilessly. ‘They’re already pleasing me and I haven’t even had a proper feel yet. Say: “My udders are yours, Daddy. My virginity is yours, Daddy”.’

I’m not a cow, I wanted to wail at him. I’m a person. My body is my own.

But you are a cow my brain reminded me. That’s the whole point. You wanted this. You know you still want this.

I knew he was testing me, forcing me to say degrading things to prove I could belong in the free-use club. It was still hard though. I wished he wasn’t using such humiliating language. It would be easier if he said ‘boobs’ or ‘breasts’ or even ‘tits’ like he had been doing before.

‘My udders are yours, Daddy,’ I said, my voice wanting to drop to a whisper. I forced myself to smile slightly, then kept going. ‘My virginity is yours, Daddy.’ I felt tears start in my eyes at the last words. Fuck, my father was going to take my virginity. He was even looking forward to it.

‘Damn straight it is,’ he chuckled. ‘And I know what was going through your head just then, sweetheart. Remember your place, girl. You are a cow. A sweet, placid, brainless little cow. Think of yourself as an animal, ready for breeding. It’s how I think of you. It’s how I think of every submissive girl in my power on club nights.’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ I said, my cunt and clit tingling with arousal at the words.

I still couldn’t believe that my father had fucked all those women, that he had been doing this for years. I couldn’t believe that when I had found out about the club and had been fantasising about the dominants who ran it, my father had been one of them all along.

‘Permission to torture the slut for a bit, Sam?’ Robert asked. ‘I’ve got a set-up I want to try.’

‘Fuck, yeah,’ said my father. ‘I’m going to make myself a coffee. You want one?’

I remained kneeling on the floor while my father went to make coffees for Robert and himself. Robert rummaged around in his bags. I heard the ominous clinking of chains and I tried not to feel abandoned by my father, now standing with his back to me at the coffee machine in the corner, humming under his breath the way he always did when in the kitchen.

He didn’t care that Robert was about to hurt me — torture me. Hell, he was probably going to enjoy it as much as Robert apparently was.

And me… Well, nothing here was about me. It didn’t matter whether I enjoyed every part of this evening or not. It only mattered whether I obeyed my masters. I pinched my lips tightly together.

I would be good. Whatever they wanted, whatever they did to me, I would do it. And then I would be a real club member, and I could do this again every month.

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