Pixie Isobella

He’s going to be bare inside me, Cathy thought to herself, shocked.

Anthony was still groping her breasts, feeling and squeezing, the fingertips teasing her hard nipples. Then his hand slid unasked inside her button-up dress and bra, and Cathy gasped to feel his palm directly against her breast.

‘We’ve a way to go yet,’ Anthony said. ‘Open your dress and get your breasts out.’

Cathy made the mistake of not only telling her old friend Anthony that she had never had intercourse but also that she had always fancied him. Now she is on a rollercoaster towards a steamier gangbang than she has ever dreamed.

Cathy’s Innocence: Chapter 4

[‘Cathy’s Innocence’ contains first time / virginity, maledom femsub sex and gangbangs, dubious consent, rough sex and incest themes. All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 is here].

‘We’ve a way to go yet,’ Anthony said. ‘Open your dress and get your breasts out.’

Cathy lifted her hands to the top button of her dress and slowly undid it. It felt bizarre but also obscurely relaxing to be obeying his commands.

‘I don’t want anyone to see,’ she said slowly, quietly, biting her lip.

‘That’s too bad,’ said Anthony cheerfully. ‘Because I want you on display. Do it, girl.’

Cathy obeyed him, slowly undoing the buttons, feeling invaded with his hand inside her dress, still cupping her boobs. She stopped once she had undone buttons down below her bra line, feeling helpless again. She couldn’t ‘get her breasts out’. She just didn’t know how. It felt so wrong and demeaning and wanton.

This is why, she thought ruefully to herself, this is why you’re still a virgin at twenty-seven.

‘I just can’t,’ she burst out. Tears threatened to run down her face. ‘It’s just… I don’t know how. I can’t. It’s too slutty. I’m too embarrassed.’

‘Silly girl,’ chuckled Anthony. ‘I’ll train that out of you.’

Keeping his eyes on the road, his hand cupping her breast gripped tighter and pulled toward him and she gasped as he pulled it straight out of her bra so that the bra cup sat underneath the fat globe as if it was a push-up bra.

He repeated the process with her other breast while Cathy sat still. Then he tugged humiliatingly upwards on each of her nipples to pull each breast even further out of her clothing so that she sat with them perched high and fully naked, her bra forcing them unnaturally high.

‘Like that,’ Anthony said, running his palm back and force across her naked nipples. He glanced away from the road, looking at her frankly with admiration. ‘Nice big tits,’ he smirked. ‘Pretty nips, too. The top half of you is delectable.’ He chuckled. ‘Hopefully your fuckhole will be just as much fun as your breasts.’

Inside her panties, Cathy’s pussy clenched — either with need or fear, she couldn’t work out which — at the demeaning description.

Anthony kept driving, his free hand sometimes on the steering wheel, sometimes wandering across Cathy’s body, caressing her thighs, caressing her breasts, fingering her nipples, taut and sensitive in the cool air of the aircon, and once — shockingly — running sideways inside her panties so that she gasped.

‘You’re such an innocent,’ he murmured once. ‘If you’re shocked by this, I can’t wait to see you on your back, legs spread, anticipation and fear in your eyes because you know there’s a hard cock between your legs, ready to impale you.’

Cathay knew her eyes grew wider as he said that, and she licked her lips in nervousness but didn’t respond.

‘How many,’ she asked once, ‘how many girls have you and Angus and Alistair,’ she paused before forcing the word out her lips, ‘how many have you fucked?’

Anthony shrugged, his face pursed in concentration.

‘I can’t remember,’ he said honestly. ‘The first time was a girl Angus was dating at university. There was a girl that I brought home for the weekend, and,’ he chuckled, ‘there was this girl that my mother invited to stay one holiday. She got a surprise weekend, I can tell you. Other women I’ve dated off and on. And Alistair brought his sister over one day.’

He shrugged again. ‘Others. Pretty much any girl that I’ve ever had, I’ve shared with the others.’ He smirked across at her. ‘You’re not the first, sweet Cathy, but don’t worry, we will enjoy you nevertheless.’

‘You fucked Alistair’s sister?’ she asked, appalled, her eyes wide.

Anthony laughed softly as he took the turn off the interstate towards his parent’s house. ‘Both of his sisters. At different times, of course.’

‘Did Alistair…?’ Cathay trailed off, unable to finish the question. She couldn’t believe it.

‘Of course,’ Anthony said easily. ‘Alistair will fuck anything with tits and a cunt.’

Cathy flushed hotly, feeling besmirched. She looked away, hotly embarrassed, even more embarrassed because her breasts were still on display and Anthony’s hand was still fingering one of them. The space between her legs felt hot and vulnerable, and she yearned to pull her legs together, but she didn’t know what Anthony would say.

Or rather, she knew exactly what he would say. He would snap at her — demeaningly — to ‘get them open’ again, and she realised ruefully that embarrassed as she was, she would obey him.

‘Is… Is that what I am?’ she asked softly, biting her lips. ‘Tits and… a c-cunt?’

‘Well…’ Anthony teased, and she flushed harder. ‘I can’t deny I’m enjoying your tits right now and I’m very much looking forward to your cunt later,’ he said bluntly, making Cathy blush even hotter. ‘You are also a sweet, lovely girl, and that will make it even more fun,’ he said reassuringly, taking his free hand off her breast a moment to stroke her cheek.

‘Why… Why does Alistair want to f-fuck me?’ she asked, feeling as though she was diving ever deeper into a pit of degradation. ‘He… he doesn’t even know me.’

‘Alistair remembers how adorable you are,’ Anthony said promptly. ‘You can ask him yourself if you don’t believe me. That said…’ he broke off, laughing out loud. ‘I can’t lie that if I phoned him up and told him I was bringing a pretty girl to visit and asked him if he wanted to penetrate her, he would say yes. He likes fucking and he likes sharing with Gus and me.’

Cathy swallowed, feeling suddenly very innocent. She had had no idea that the brothers and their friend had such a raucous sex life.

‘Why… why did he fuck his sister?’ she asked, blushing again at the thought. She was like Angus and Anthony’s sister after all.

‘Are you shocked?’ Anthony flicked her cheek with his finger. ‘Jessica was totally on board with it.’

‘I’m not shocked,’ Cathy tried to put her thoughts into words. ‘I think… I think I’m a little bit turned on. It just seems so taboo is all.’

‘You’re like my little sister,’ Anthony smiled reassuringly at her. ‘And I find that a huge turn on. These tits and that sweet hole between your legs is like a place where I’m never meant to go. I’m your brother, I’m meant to protect you but I’m going to ravish you instead. Angus will feel the same — we’ll both enjoy being rough with you and making you filthy.’

Cathy’s Innocence: Chapter 5

‘Angus will feel the same,’ Anthony reassured Cathy as he drove. ‘We’ll both enjoy being rough with you and making you filthy.’

‘I still don’t believe it,’ Cathy said softly, blushing. ‘You’ll tell me if this has all been a cruel joke, won’t you?’

‘It’s not a joke,’ Anthony chuckled. He dropped his hand back to her breast. ‘I’d never be so cruel to you, little Cathy. Not to mention that my parents would kill me.’

‘That is true,’ Cathy laughed softly, remembering her godparents with absurd fondness.

What would you do,’ asked Anthony, still driving with one hand groping her breast, ‘what would you do, if I pulled the car over, pushed my seat right back, and told you to get over here and impale yourself on me?’

Cathy flushed again, nervously glancing down at Anthony’s groin. She could see he was hard again. Oh gods. What would she do, she thought, licking her lips.

‘I would…’ she said, trying to think, trying to answer.

‘Well?’ Anthony said, his voice hard, reminding her of nothing more than a mean teacher demanding an answer from her. ‘You’d take off those panties and climb over here, wouldn’t you?’

‘Yes,’ whispered Cathy, shamefacedly as Anthony chuckled.

‘I thought so,’ he said, sounding self-satisfied. ‘You’re going to be such fun to deflower. Tell me that you’re looking forward to feeling my cock inside you.’

It was an order, not a question, and Cathy flushed, horrified. ‘I can’t,’ she said, her voice breaking as she said the words.

‘Yes you can,’ said Anthony. He indicated suddenly and pulled the car over to the side, parking. ‘We’re nearly at the house,’ he explained. ‘Tell me you’re looking forward to feeling my cock inside you.’

‘I…’ Cathy broke off, then forced herself to keep going. Oh gods, this was humiliating. ‘I’m looking forward to feeling your…’ she broke off and swallowed. ‘Your cock inside me.’ She could feel hot red flush running right down her throat and halfway across her exposed breasts.

Anthony smiled and leaned across towards her, gently kissing her cheek.

‘I know you are,’ he said, his hand warm on her breast. He tugged on one of her nipples sharply and she hissed at the sudden pain. ‘I’m going to torture you a bit,’ he murmured, still pressing down on her nipple with a hard finger and thumb.

‘I want you nice and uncomfortable during lunch. A little bit afraid of being found out. A little bit afraid of what we’re going to do to you when lunch is over.’ He grinned evilly. ‘Unable to take your mind off your fucking.’

‘What are you going to do to me?’ asked Cathy, her voice hitching. Oh gods, she already felt too vulnerable and she already couldn’t take her mind off what he unhelpfully kept referring to as her ‘fucking’.

‘Sit back,’ said Anthony, his tone firm and unyielding. ‘Sit still.’

Cathay obeyed him while he reached past her into the glovebox of the car, pulling out a tube of some ointment and some tiny toys. She watched wide-eyed, unable to tell what he was going to do.

He showed her some large metal ball-bearings and she didn’t know what they were until he carefully manipulated one of her nipples so that one bearing was on either side. He let go of the bearings and they snapped together sharply.

‘Magnets,’ Anthony explained simply, while Cathy hissed with the sudden pressure and almost pain across the base of her nipple. ‘They’ll keep pulling inwards,’ he grinned, pulling out a second pair for her other nipple and snapping them on.

Cathy gasped, and Anthony flicked the tip of one of her nipples carelessly.

‘You’re a toy, darling,’ he murmured. ‘Just like you always were for Angus and me. A cute little doll that we can dress up and tease and take her along on our adventures. You’re going to be good for us, aren’t you? Like you always were?’

‘Yes,’ Cathy heard herself say, her voice soft. She wanted to whimper and cry a little, her nipples each hurt with a steady, dull throb, and she could already feel that the sensation wasn’t going to get any better.

‘Good girl,’ Anthony murmured. He was rubbing a strong-smelling ointment onto her nipples and Cathy watched him nervously. ‘It’s a strong one,’ he snickered, winking at her. ‘Can you feel it?’

She could feel it, each nipple was burning, and she could feel the burning sensations inside her nipples as well, where Anthony had rubbed the ointment deep into her milk ducts. Anthony grinned in satisfaction, seeing her response.

‘Good. It’ll last about as long as lunch does. Put your bra back on, there’s a good girl.’

Moving like an automaton, Cathy pulled her bra back on, hissing as the tight fabric crushed each nipple, intensifying the feeling from the magnetic ball bearings. Anthony buttoned up her dress for her, smiling at her, before gently rubbing her cheek with a single finger.

‘Don’t look so worried, Cathy,’ he grinned, his fingers finding one of her nipples through her dress and bra, and squeezing so that she gasped with sudden pain. He kissed her cheek again, wicked light shining in his eyes. ‘I’m going to do something worse to your pussy. Lie back.’

Before she could react, he had operated the switch on the car seat, and she felt herself falling back to an almost reclining position. She could only watch as Anthony took a pair of scissors out of the glovebox and unceremoniously cut off her panties, pulling the fabric aside and throwing it back into the glovebox.

Cathy flushed. He could see her now. He could see her down there, between her legs! She couldn’t be exposed. She couldn’t let him see her. She pulled her legs together in sudden response, clamping her knees together.

‘Bad girl,’ said Anthony sharply, and without warning he smacked her breast, hard, through her dress.

Cathy shrieked in shock and pain, the sensations intensified because of the magnets on her nipple. She lay back in the chair, breathing hard and fast, looking up at Anthony with eyes wide with shock and fright. He looked down at her with an amused look in his eyes.

‘Legs open, girl,’ he said, his voice not admitting any debate. He held up a pair of small stainless steel rods, each with angular teeth along one edge. He showed her how they would snap together, the teeth closing on each other. ‘This is for your clit. And the more you complain as it goes on, the longer it will stay on you.’ He shrugged. ‘We can fuck you with it on all afternoon. It won’t hurt us, just you. You understand? Now get your legs open.’

Gulping, flushing hotly, Cathy forced her legs open. Her breathing was shallow and all her muscles felt like trembling. It was as though each step of this journey with Anthony was about removing part of her control over her body, treating her like the toy that Anthony kept calling her.

She gasped to feel Anthony’s fingers touch her pussy, flushing embarrassed as she realised he would learn how wet she was.

‘My, my,’ he said, ‘you’re such a slut. And sluts deserve to be punished.’ Cathy gasped again to feel one of Anthony’s fingers slide deeper through her wetness, adept parting her labia. He ran his fingertip around the outside of her cunt entrance, teasingly she thought.

‘That’s where I’m going later,’ he said, smirking with a deep satisfaction.

Cathy flushed in embarrassment and looked out the window of the car, thinking that if she pretended this wasn’t happening, then maybe the humiliation would stop. She was brought sharply back into the car by Anthony snapping the magnetic clamp right across her clit.

She yelled in sudden surprise and pain, shocked at the feeling. Anthony chuckled, rubbing the exposed nub of her clit back and forth with a teasing finger, so that Cathy half-shrieked again.

‘You like it?’ he murmured wickedly. ‘Some women do. I don’t really care if you do or not. I just want to see it in your body language while you’re being polite to my parents during lunch.’

‘It hurts a bit,’ said Cathy, pleading at him with her eyes to take it off her. ‘Not too bad. I don’t know if I like it.’

‘Good,’ said Anthony, unfeelingly. ‘And no, I’m not taking it off. You’ll wear that through lunch, my darling, and this afternoon for as long as I decide you deserve it. It’ll be longer the more you complain now.’

He took out the small tube of ointment again and Cathy flushed in fear and humiliation as he rubbed some with his fingertip across the tip of her clitoris. He winked at her cheerfully.

‘Just to make you nice and sensitive. Can you feel it?’

‘Yes,’ Cathy whispered, as her clit started to tingle and then burn with a gentle heat.

‘Good.’ He sat up and leaned across her, gently kissing her mouth, while he massaged her breast, deliberately squeezing where the clamp was still crushing her nipple. ‘Sluts like you deserve to be uncomfortable and a little in pain. The clamps will make you nice and wet too. And it makes me hard to see you like this,’ he grinned, sitting up and pulling his seatbelt back on.

She desperately wanted her panties back but he had destroyed them and her only spare pair was in her bag in the back of the car. Anthony winked at her while she lay back in shock.

‘Why are your knees apart?’ he snapped at her in sudden unfairness. ‘Anyone will think you’re a slut if you sit like that. Shut your legs and sit up.’ Anthony winked at her again. ‘Let’s go and have lunch.’

Cathy flushed as she pulled her seat back upright, closing her legs embarrassed. Her pussy kept clenching and pulsing, instinctively trying unsuccessfully to remove the clamp that was crushing her clitoris. On the front of her body, her breasts felt like they had targets on them. She couldn’t take her mind off them or off the sensations in her pussy, as the angular teeth of the clamp crushed the soft flesh firmly, sadistically.

She gathered her self-possession together, getting ready to greet her godparents for lunch.

Do you love first time stories?

You might like my consensual incest novel Ella’s Initiation, available on All These Roadworks and Smashwords!

When virginal Ella enlists in a secretive free-use sex club, she’s expecting something exciting – but she never expects she’ll become the toy of her own father! Ella is ready to climb into a stranger’s car and let him use for the night. He will fuck all her holes and demand her full, immediate obedience.

But Ella has a surprise waiting for her. Her owner for the night isn’t a stranger – it’s her own father. And he’s eager to use, abuse and break his slutty daughter for his own cruel sexual pleasure. Will Ella go through with it, and allow him to make her his degraded whore? And will she admit the forbidden lust within her, as she becomes an obedient sex-toy for her father’s lusts?

Ella’s Initiation is an erotic tale of incestuous domination. It contains strong themes of incest, gangbangs, male domination, female submission, free use and object insertion. All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 of Ella’s Initiation is here. ❤️

© Pixie Isobella