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. 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.
‘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 6
[Femsub maledom free-use erotica with incest and degradation]
‘Stand up, girl,’ said Robert in his deep voice, and I stood up in front of him, suddenly feeling even more vulnerable now that I was in touching distance. I could actually feel his breath on my naked skin and I felt my breathing become shallower, faster. Oh gods, he was actually going to touch me.
And what did he mean, torture?
Robert’s fingers touched my cheekbone and I gasped, then he caressed down my face, stroking my lips with his thumb, before his hand trailed a path down my throat to my collarbone.
‘This is going to hurt,’ he said, sounding pleased with the concept. ‘You’re not really a person tonight, you know that, don’t you?’ His hand caressed my breast, his fingers gentle on the soft globe, his thumb running teasingly back and forth across my nipple, hard in the cool air of the motel room. ‘I like putting bitches like you in your place. Hurting you. Making you feel things we don’t make people feel.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I said, my voice husky and low.
‘Turn around, girl,’ he said, and I obeyed, stepping simply around on the spot until I was facing the wall.
He took each of my wrists in turn and fastened a leather cuff tightly onto each, before clipping them tightly together behind my back. He fastened some kind of strap around my forearms as well, so that my shoulders were pulled back and my breasts were pushed forwards.
‘Face me again,’ he said and turned to face him again, trembling.
I felt vulnerable without my hands to protect me, even though I had had no intention of using them to stop him touching me. A slight smile on his face, Robert started fondling my breasts, taking full advantage of my inability to defend myself.
‘Do you like pain, girl?’ he asked after a while.
‘I don’t know,’ I said, feeling stupid and vulnerable. ‘Sir,’ I said, as an afterthought, flushing that I had forgotten.
‘I guess we’ll find out,’ he said. ‘I don’t mind either way. And Sam there,’ he winked at me while nodding his head to show me that he was talking about my father. ‘Sam enjoys it more when the girl isn’t enjoying it. It gets him hard.’
Out of the corner of my eye I could see my father had finished making the coffee and was now sitting down in one of the plush armchairs the motel provided, his coffee on the small table beside him.
‘Heh,’ said Robert. He was holding one of my nipples in his hand and I watched scared as he grabbed a scary-looking clamp with his other hand. ‘Butterfly clamp,’ he said. ‘They get tighter the harder you pull on the chain.’
I held my breath as Robert fitted the clamp around the base of my nipple. It was tight and a bit of a shock to feel the pressure on the sensitive flesh. But it didn’t hurt much immediately and I breathed out in relief as he fitted the second clamp onto my other nipple, a solid chain running between them with an o-ring in the centre of it.
Robert chuckled easily at my look of relief.
‘Don’t relax too quickly,’ he smirked. ‘You’re going to hate me before I’m done. Turn around.’
I turned around again, feeling nervous. Across the room, my father was scrolling down on his phone, and I felt unreasonably angry at him for ignoring me. At letting his mate ‘torture’ me, while he didn’t even watch. Behind my back, Robert clipped another chain to the cuffs holding my hands together, and I flushed as he fed it back between my legs, coming to stand in front of me again.
‘Legs apart,’ he smirked at me, and I whimpered as I stepped my legs further apart.
I knew my eyes were wide as Robert lifted the heavy chain, pulling it taut, and I gasped to feel the cold links sliding up against my pussy, forcing their way between my labia as he tightened it, putting pressure on the sensitive skin of my pussy.
Robert winked at me. I knew his plan now and I didn’t like it. He clipped the end of the chain to the chain running between my nipples — he had to pull on both chains to get them to meet, and I gasped, yelping in sudden pain as the butterfly clamps crushed my nipples, pulling them brutally downwards. The chain was hard and demanding between my legs, almost feeling as though it was bruising my pussy.
Robert sniggered, flicking a sadistic finger across one of my nipples, and I gasped again.
‘You like it, bitch?’ he asked, and I knew it wasn’t really a question.
‘No, Sir,’ I whimpered, not knowing if I was meant to answer honestly.
Robert just laughed. ‘Good. Now, it’s come to my attention that you’re not fully naked. Take off your boots.’
‘I…’ I gasped, knowing my eyes were wide as I looked at him, begging. ‘I… You tied my hands.’
‘I did,’ smirked Robert, looking pleased with himself. I looked at him helplessly, while he settled himself comfortably into a couch perpendicular to where my father was sitting. He took a sip of his coffee, lifting an eyebrow at me.
‘I gave you an order, girl. Stand in front of me and get those boots off.’
I walked across to stand in front of him, still feeling helpless and stupid. This was going to hurt. I hesitated, really not wanting to do this.
‘I’m waiting,’ smirked Robert.
‘Obey your masters, girl,’ said my father from across the room, his voice harsh, without even looking up from his phone.
Blushing hotly, tears forming in my eyes, I bent my legs, trying to reach down towards where the tops of my boots caressed my lower thighs. I yelped at the feeling of pain in my nipples as the chain inevitably pulled hard down on the clamps.
‘That’s what I’m talking about,’ said Robert, taking another swill of coffee and smacking his lips. ‘Keep going. You’re here for entertainment, girl.’
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