‘Do you want more of our seed inside you, girl?’ my father 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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Ella’s Initiation: Chapter 9
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‘Yes, please, Daddy,’ I whispered, whimpering with humiliation at being forced to say the words. ‘I want more of your seed inside me.’
‘Get over here then, girl,’ snapped Robert, snapping his fingers at me. ‘You’ve got two masters to please tonight.’
I swallowed and scrambled back across the floor on my knees, looking trepidatiously up at Robert. I had known him all my life, yet he was one of my father’s friends rather than my friend. I didn’t really know him and now he wanted sex with me in turn.
Kneeling helpless at his feet, I wondered why this had to turn me on so much — being reduced to being a toy at their feet, the whipping girl of men who would use me roughly and harshly.
‘Faster, next time, slut,’ Robert said. His mouth set into an unforgiving line, as if to echo the thoughts in my head. ‘I’ll time your obedience later. I’ll set you some time challenges.’ He gyrated his hips at me, an even more obscene motion given that I was kneeling between his legs and his erection was clearly evident inside his trousers. ‘You don’t make the cock that wants you wait. Do you understand?’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I flushed, tears pricking in my eyes again.
I wanted to explain that I had crawled as quickly as I could but I already knew that they wouldn’t listen. They were both so harsh with me. I couldn’t believe that every night this week, I had drifted to sleep fantasising about the men being rough and harsh with me. It was different — both worse and better — now that it was real.
‘Did you enjoy giving your father a blowjob?’ Robert asked, his lips curving into a sardonic smile. ‘I wanted to take a photo. For that special page in the family album. Father and daughter.’
I blushed, licking my lips. ‘I enjoyed it, Sir,’ I whispered, looking down.
‘So you enjoy being a hole then?’ Robert asked crudely. ‘A vessel. A slot for pounding and cumming inside.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I heard myself whisper. Oh gods, this was so embarrassing.
‘Look at me,’ Robert said, and I looked up at him, knowing that my eyes were wide. This was so intense and neither of the men never let up. ‘Open your mouth, darling,’ Robert said, a smirk across his lips. ‘I’m going to turn you into a hole for real.’
He was holding a metal device in his hands and I realised, as he lifted it to my face, that it was a gag. I had known that they would probably gag me at some point during the evening. I had always glossed over that part in my fantasies. Suddenly, kneeling below Robert as he held the gag to my face, I wanted to beg him to stop. I wasn’t ready for this yet. I wouldn’t ever be ready.
‘Open wide, girl,’ Robert said, chuckling, clearly correctly reading the horror on my face.
‘I…’ I said. ‘Please,’ I said, forcing the words out. ‘Do I need to wear the gag? Can’t I just give you a blowjob without it?’ Suddenly the prospect of sucking him off didn’t seem so bad, as long as I could keep autonomy over my own mouth.
‘Everything here is voluntary,’ Robert said. ‘You don’t have to wear the gag. But the evening finishes now if you don’t.’
‘You’ll fail me?’ I said, my voice breaking. Oh gods no, I couldn’t fail. I wanted this so much!
‘Yes,’ Robert said uncompromisingly. ‘Your masters will almost always want to gag you for at least some part of the evening. Some will gag you for the whole time and you need to be able to take it.’ He stroked a finger around my quivering lips. ‘You in or out, girl?’
A tear splashed down my cheek, born of the intensity of everything I was experiencing. The embarrassment of being this naked, the memory of my father fucking my face, the taste of him still in my mouth… The men’s constant smirking reminders that in this room I was nothing — just an animal for fucking.
‘Take the gag, girl,’ my father’s voice reverberated into me from the other side of the room. ‘You’ll hate it and then you’ll get used to it, like all animals do when they feel a collar on them. Remember, it’s not about you. It’s just a tool that helps you serve your master’s cocks.’
‘Yes, Daddy,’ I said, looking at the gag held in Robert’s hand as if it was going to bite me. ‘I’m going to hate it,’ I said petulantly, knowing that that was irrelevant. Either I wanted to be in this club — in which case I would submit and wear the gag — or I could kiss my dreams of membership goodbye.
‘Who cares? Robert is going to enjoy it,’ my father said, sounding amused. ‘And that is all that matters. He doesn’t want your mouth, girl. All he wants is a wet hole to cum inside. You’re a masturbation toy, remember?’
I’m a person, I thought, but it wasn’t true anymore. I didn’t want to be a person, not tonight. Tonight, I wanted to be their slave, their toy, even — I sobbed silently at the thought — their hole for fucking.
‘Are you taking the gag?’ Robert asked, still stroking his fingers across my lips, clearly sensing my compliance. ‘Open wide, animal.’
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