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‘Get my cock out,’ my father 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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Ella’s Initiation: Chapter 8

‘Ella’s Initiation’ contains consensual incest, M/f sex and degradation. All participants are over 18. Chapter 1 of ‘Ella’s Initiation’ is here.

‘What’s that got to do with anything?’ my father snapped, a mean sound in his voice. ‘You’ve got a mouth, don’t you? I suggest you use it.’

Flushing at the reprimand, I lifted myself up off my knees, feeling so embarrassed at the thought of putting my face in my father’s crotch. My nipples and pussy complained as I did, the clamps and chain pulling taut as I manoeuvred myself into position, my face buried deep between my father’s legs. Above me, I could hear Robert’s arrogant, superior voice speaking to me.

‘Animals don’t have hands, darling. Most of your masters will tie your hands for much of your time with them.’

I wanted to cry with humiliation and anger as I started to mouth at the buckle of my father’s belt, easing the wide strap out of its keeper and pulling it back through the buckle. How dared Robert talk to me like that? Yet I had signed up for this.

Soon I had the belt undone. Without letting myself think too hard about what I was doing, I tugged at the buttons and zip of my father’s trousers with my teeth. With my head buried in his groin, I could smell the rich, male scent of him.

He wasn’t wearing boxers and his semi-erect shaft sprang forward as I pulled the zip down with my teeth.

‘Good girl,’ my father murmured. I flushed at how close my face was to his cock, rising in front of my face like a tower. Oh gods, this felt so wanton, so very wrong. He held his stiffening shaft in his hand, stroking with practised fingers. ‘This is your god, do you understand, little slut?’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ I said, whimpering softly to myself. I hated to think what I looked like, chained and naked, kneeling at my father’s feet, ready to give him a blowjob. I was so uncomfortable and my nipples hurt and his thickening cock, a darkish ruddy colour, rising higher than my face did indeed look like an object of worship.

‘Some sluts think they are meant to worship their masters,’ my father said, sounding amused. ‘But they’re wrong. You’re an animal at my feet, my girl. You don’t get to worship me,’ he chuckled, stroking his cock while pleasure rose unbidden in his voice. ‘No. You worship this. My cock. Robert’s cock. Do you understand, animal?’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ I whispered, tears of embarrassment filling my eyes.

‘That’s all you ever ask yourself,’ he continued, as if giving me a lesson. ‘What does the cock in the room want? Am I pleasing the dick that’s inside me? In this room,’ my father laughed softly. ‘In this room, you are inferior to everything — myself, Robert, the damn furniture even. You wouldn’t even get to be in this room, except that there’s two dicks to please.’

I moaned softly to myself, incredibly embarrassed. I was so aroused at his words.

‘Tell me that you understand,’ he said, his eyes meeting mine.

‘I understand, Daddy,’ I said softly, rich arousal flooding between my legs. I wondered why such complete submission turned me on so much. And why did it make it even better when it was my own father forcing me to submit to him?

‘Good girl,’ he said, his voice even more gravelly than usual. ‘Lick my shaft.’

Feeling as though I was stepping down a path of no return, I lowered my head and tentatively licked across my father’s erection. I had to strain to reach him, the chain that ran across my pussy grinding into me, the clamps on my nipples biting harder into me. The chain pulled my hands and shoulders further backwards, making me feel like my whole body had been chained to serve my father and Robert’s pleasure.

‘Keep licking, girl,’ my father said. ‘Get me nice and wet with your tongue.’

I crooned softly to myself. I hurt because of the clamps and the chains and he didn’t care. But I still did as he told me to do. I licked him for a long time, enjoying the salty, musky flavour. I tried to focus on the details so that I wouldn’t be overwhelmed by what I was actually doing. I whimpered softly to myself as my father’s hand played in my hair, controlling me gently. It felt so intimate, so very taboo, to be letting him touch me like this.

‘Take me in your mouth,’ my father said finally, and I flushed with pleasure and embarrassment to hear the raw desire in his voice.

Without thinking too much about what I was doing, I opened my lips wide — he was thick and hard — and lowered my head so that the thick head of his shaft was inside my mouth. I continued to lick and suck, slowly taking him deeper, enjoying the feeling of his silken tip running back and forth across the roof of my mouth.

My father’s dick is inside my mouth, I kept thinking to myself. I’m giving him pleasure. I’m having sex with my own father, dammit.

He let me suckle on him for a long time, then his hand dropped heavy back into my head, pushing me deeper. He started to push himself up into my mouth with his hips, using his grip on my head to force me to take him deeper.

‘Take it all, girl,’ he groaned, his voice deep and husky. ‘Do your job.’

I flushed with embarrassment, wondering all over again what the hell I was doing. I kept sucking on him as he started to fuck my face for real, pumping his hips up towards me faster and faster. My mouth was full of his scent and I choked a couple of times. He was thrusting fast into me, almost like he was an animal rutting inside me, ready to breed.

‘I’m going to cum in your mouth,’ my father ground out. ‘Oh fuck.’

He groaned loudly, a deep grunting sound, and then I was gasping because he was cumming inside my mouth, his thick, hot seed exploding across my tongue and filling my mouth. I choked of course, struggling to swallow, feeling suddenly invaded.

‘Swallow it, girl,’ my father ordered me, still holding my head down on his dick so that my face was buried in his groin.

I swallowed, coughing, feeling his cum slipping hot and sticky down my throat. We stayed like that for a long time, his dick inside my mouth slowly softening, his hands softening too but staying heavy on the back of my head, keeping me in place. Tears were running down my cheeks when his hands finally softened — I was overwhelmed by the intensity of what had just happened.

‘Good girl,’ my father said finally, pulling my head back up off his shaft.

He looked me in the eyes and I flushed to see his face all over again. Oh gods, my father had just ejaculated inside my mouth and I had swallowed his cum down my throat. Fuck, what was I thinking? My mouth still tasted like him, sticky and strong.

‘Say, ‘thank you, Daddy’,’ he smiled down at me, and I blushed again with humiliation at how taboo this was.

‘Thank you, Daddy,’ I said, the words sounding like rote as they came out of my mouth.

He chuckled, still holding me by my hair. ‘Time for a lesson. What are you thanking me for, girl? Remind me. Prove to me that you’ve actually read the club manual.’

I flushed. ‘I’m…’ I paused to catch my breath. ‘I’m thanking you for the honour,’ I stumbled over the word. ‘The honour of your cock inside me. And for the honour of your seed. The manual says,’ I said, feeling my face grow bright red and hot as I heard the words come out my mouth. ‘It says that I’m nothing compared to you. In this room I’m just the place where you cum.’

I gulped to feel my father’s cool, collected eyes on me, assessing me.

‘That’s true,’ he said, unsmiling. ‘In this room, you are just the place where I cum. If you’re lucky. Keep talking, girl. What else does the manual say?’

It felt so wrong to be kneeling naked at his feet, the taste of him still inside my mouth, answering lessons. ‘I’m thanking you,’ I said, forging on, ‘because you could choose to just masturbate or to use a sleeve, but instead,’ I paused. Instead, you chose me. You chose my mouth.’

‘What else?’ he said, his voice hard, unrelenting. ‘There’s more. If you haven’t memorised every line of the manual, I’ll fail you tonight, my girl. Why else do you thank me for my seed inside you?’

‘Because,’ I said, forcing myself to keep going, ‘because I’m nothing.’ My voice broke on the word. ‘Because I’m just a hole, an empty hole until you fill me, and now I’m still a hole. But, at least,’ I said, still red hot with embarrassment at being forced to say the words, ‘at least now I’m a hole with your cum inside me.’

I felt actual tears of embarrassment slide down my face as I said the words, unable to believe that I had actually said them. Unable to believe that my father believed them, as least as far as club submissives were concerned. Hell, he had said he was a founding member. He and Robert had probably written them.

‘You’ve learned well,’ he said gravely. ‘Do you want more of our seed inside you, girl?’ he asked, and I flushed all over again to hear that impersonal, demeaning ‘girl’ on my father’s lips.

‘Yes, please, Daddy,’ I whispered, whimpering with humiliation at being forced to say the words out loud.

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