‘Obey your masters, girl,’ said my father from across the room, his voice harsh, without even looking up from his phone. 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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Ella’s Initiation: Chapter 7
‘Ella’s Initiation’ contains consensual incest, M/f sex and degradation. All participants are over 18. Chapter 1 of ‘Ella’s Initiation’ is here.
‘That’s what I’m talking about,’ said Robert as I yelped at the pain in my nipples. ‘Keep going. You’re here for entertainment, you silly slut.’
Flushing at his uncaring words, I winced and yelped, pulling the zipper on my boot down the back of my leg with straining fingers, as I slowly dropped to a squatting posture. I was glad that I hadn’t been skipping the gym recently. I felt so exposed, semi-naked and squatting with my legs awkwardly apart at Robert’s feet.
To the side of me, I could sense that my father had finally lifted his eyes from his phone and was actually watching. I flushed to think of what he could see. I felt humiliated that he was putting me through this. I stood, wincing as the chain pulled unevenly on my nipples, and pulled down the other zipper. I flushed. I felt like a performing animal, chained up and humiliated.
‘Speed it up, slut,’ said Robert in a bored voice. ‘I want my blow-job this century, if you don’t mind.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I whispered, humiliated.
I didn’t want to do this, and not least of all because of how ridiculous I would look. I squatted even deeper, hating that Robert could see everything between my legs in this compromising position.
Getting the boots off my feet was so awkward and hurt my nipples so much that I gasped in shock. Robert had said that I would hate him and I certainly did hate the smug, amused look on his face as I grovelled and struggled at his feet. The boots were tight around my feet, they were always a bit difficult to pull off.
I grabbed hold of the boot’s high heel, and tried to pull downwards with my hand at the same time as pulling my leg upwards. I fell over onto my side, of course, and my nipples screamed painfully at the sharp jerk downwards on the tight clamp, but my foot came free of the boot, leaving the ankle sock behind as well.
Robert and my father both laughed out loud as I sprawled at their feet. Blushing humiliated, I rolled onto my knees, wincing at each jerk on my abused nipples, hopping on my bare foot while I scrambled for the other boot with my bound hands. Finally, I pulled it off too, managing to keep my feet this time but yelping at the sharp pain in my nipples. Tears of pain and humiliation were streaming down my face. I couldn’t believe that they were making me do this.
‘Finally,’ said Robert, as I knelt on the floor at his feet, gasping for breath, completely naked now except for the skimpy crotchless panties. ‘You took your time, didn’t you?’ His voice was deliberately cruel, dismissive.
Kneeling as I was, the chain pulled tightly on my nipples and felt hard and invasive against my pussy. My butt crack felt abraded from the constant presence of the chain, crushing a hard line across my groin area from back to front. I blushed, keeping my eyes down. I felt so humiliated and exposed that I wanted to cry, but I didn’t want to give Robert the satisfaction of having made me cry.
I flushed even more as I heard my father chuckling as he put his coffee mug down on the table beside him.
‘The bitches always complain at initiation when you start to treat them like the animals they are,’ he said, sarcasm rich in his voice. I flushed with humiliation to hear my own father talking about me like that — as if I wasn’t worth anything, as if I was just something for him to fuck. ‘Get over here, slut. I think it’s about time I dumped my first load of cum into you.’
‘Yes, Daddy,’ I whispered, unable to raise my voice.
An embarrassing wave of arousal flushed through me at calling him that, while I was bound and naked at his feet. I scrambled awkwardly across to him, moving on my knees, feeling stupid and uncoordinated. Once kneeling between my father’s outstretched legs, I reminded myself to push my knees wide, feeling even more humiliated as I did so.
‘Good girl,’ my father murmured, looking down at me. He leant forward and flicked a strand of hair out of my eyes. His hand caressed my cheek, wiping the wetness from my tears away.
‘Does it hurt, slut?’ he asked, a soft smile on his face so reminiscent of the kind, caring father I was used to.
I nodded. ‘Yes, Daddy,’ I whispered.
He smiled more broadly.
‘Good. I like fucking a girl while she’s in pain. It makes me harder. The best orgasms I’ve ever had were when a girl was screaming in pain beneath me.’
I wanted to wail at his cruelty. But I knew that I had signed up for this. I had chosen this. I wanted this. I knew the men were going to be cruel and I had wanted it. I had wanted to be put in ‘my place’ — to be used and abused, however the man or men chosen to initiate me wanted to.
I just hadn’t realised quite how humiliating or painful it would be. In my horny fantasies, there had been some kneeling and then the scene had jumped straight to some hard, hot sex. In my dreams, I had finally felt what it was like to have a cock inside me. I hadn’t realised just how humiliating it would be to be kneeling at the feet of all-but-strangers who didn’t treat me as if I was human.
‘You know you’re not a person right now, don’t you?’ my father asked, his voice serious.
‘Yes, Daddy,’ I whispered, licking my lips.
‘That’s why we do the initiation. To test you. And to teach you. You’re not a person. Your only value in this room is that you have three warm, wet, tight holes that will make your masters’ cocks happy. Do you understand, girl?’
‘Yes, Daddy,’ I said, flushing hotly to hear those words on my father’s lips.
‘Get my cock out,’ he said flatly, stretching his legs wider apart in a relaxed, casual movement.
‘I… My hands are bound,’ I said, hating how pathetic I sounded. Actually, I was trying to delay, I wanted this — I was so aroused at the thought of what was going to happen — and yet I needed to delay before I actually had my father’s cock inside me.
‘What’s that got to do with anything?’ he snapped, a mean sound in his voice. ‘You’ve got a mouth, don’t you? I suggest you use it.’
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