Robert laughed a sharp, sudden laugh, and then I felt him cumming inside my mouth, right against the back of my mouth. I choked, almost gagging, feeling his cum emptying right down my throat. It seemed to last forever, and all I could think were the words the two men had spoken to me so many times…
Your comfort doesn’t matter, slut. Please the cock inside you. That’s all that matters.
I am pleasing him, I thought, feeling equal parts overwhelmed and pleased, a rich warmth flooding through me that I could bring him this pleasure.
Ella’s Initiation is available as a full novel!
Ella is young, sexy, and determined to lose her virginity. When she enlists in a secretive free-use sex club, she’s initially nervous but excited. She’s 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.
Ella’s Initiation contains fantasy incest and domination with themes of gangbangs, forced sex, male domination, female submission, free use, and object insertion. Available at:
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Ella’s Initiation: Chapter 11
‘Ella’s Initiation’ is 100% fictional and contains consensual incest, M/f sex and degradation. All participants are over 18. Chapter 1 of ‘Ella’s Initiation’ is here.
‘Your daughter’s a good slut,’ Robert said eventually, his voice sounding slurred with his own spent passion. ‘Takes cock well, don’t you think?’
‘I do indeed,’ said my father coolly, making me flush with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. ‘When you’re ready, Robert, let’s get her up on the bed. She’s got three holes, after all. I want to know what that virgin babyhole of hers feels like around my shaft.’
I whimpered to hear my father talking about me like this, but he hadn’t finished.
‘By gods,’ he said, swilling back his drink. ‘I almost wish she wasn’t on birth control. I’d love to plant a baby inside her. Teach her what her hole is actually for.’
I moaned incoherently, as Robert still held my head down on his cock. The final chapter of the club’s manual flashed in front of my eyes. It talked about breeding dates and parties — if a girl wanted to get pregnant, she could organise it through the club. Suddenly, I wondered how often my father had participated in breeding parties — ejaculating inside some fertile submissive club member, hopeful that his seed would take root inside her.
I heard my father moving across the room to stand behind me, his hand replacing Robert’s hands in my hair. He pulled me to my feet and I shrieked out loud with the sudden pain as the chain pulled mercilessly on my nipples. My father ignored me, chuckling as he frogmarched me across the room to the queen bed.
‘That was just a warm-up,’ he said into my ear. ‘The entree. I’m ready to start the main course now, my girl. Get up on the bed.’
I scrambled onto the bed, moving awkwardly with my arms tied behind my back. My father rolled me unceremoniously onto my back and I gasped again, looking up at him in shock. The manual said that submissives would be used like toys and we had to just get used to it. The manual said that the men would enjoy putting us in our place, keeping us on our toes. I had thought I would love it but I hadn’t realised how intense and overwhelming it would be.
‘Look at you,’ my father said, his lips curving in a sardonic smile. ‘Little slut, aren’t you? Women who aren’t sluts don’t let men do this to them. Lie back and get your legs apart for me.’
I obeyed him. I was moving in a daze, everything was too much, and the easiest thing was to just obey him. My father knelt on the bed next to me, his cool eyes meeting my wild ones, a hand coming to rest on my hip.
‘You thought it was going to be easy, didn’t you?’ he asked, still sounding amused. ‘You thought you would just swan in here with your pretty face and sweet smile, and you’d say some words by rote, and then you would lie back for some hot sex. Stupid bitch.’
I shook my head, my eyes on his, tears sliding down my face that my father was being so cruel. It was true though, at least in part. I had thought it would be easier than it had been so far. I had mostly thought about that magical moment when I would finally feel a man’s shaft inside me, pushing into me, taking me.
‘Don’t be so hard on the girl,’ chuckled Robert from his place still seated on the couch. ‘That’s what they all think at first. That’s why we have to push them so hard. So they learn straightaway what it means to serve.’
He stood up and came to sit next to me on the bed, stroking his hand down my side. He met my eyes, an incongruously friendly smile in his.
‘You want to back out, girl? I’ll miss the chance to stick my prong into you but you’re allowed to leave anytime.’
I shook my head frantically to indicate that ‘no’ I didn’t want to leave. I tried to say ‘I’ll stay’ but it sounded garbled and stupid with my mouth still gagged. Robert just laughed, accepting my response.
‘Good,’ said my father uncompromisingly. ‘I like torturing women, my girl. That’s why I’m here. And you,’ he stroked his hand up from my hip across my belly to cup the swell of my breast. ‘You’re perfect. Sweet and instinctively obedient. You belong beneath me with my dick buried inside you.’
I choked, feeling undignified and gross. I didn’t understand why I had to lie back on the bed, naked and filthy, while my father and Robert looked down at me so cool and collected.
‘Because you’re our toy,’ grinned my father, apparently reading my mind. He rubbed an errant thumb across my clamped nipples so that I gasped in pain. ‘You’re our masturbation toy. Remember?’
He chuckled, bending forward to gently kiss my mistreated lips, still stretched wide because of the gag. I moaned, arousal flooding through my body as my father kissed my lips. Fuck, it felt so wanton and so good. Gods, I wanted to make out with him all night, just feel him kissing me and kissing me.
‘Do you know how I treat my masturbation toys?’ my father asked after he lifted his head again, his eyes firmly on mine. He was smiling, and I knew this wouldn’t end well for me. ‘I use them rough and hard, and then I throw them in the bin. Because that’s easier than cleaning my cum back out of them.’
I flushed bright red with embarrassment. Gods, I felt so humiliated. I wasn’t a masturbation toy. I wasn’t! I was a person, and my father knew that!
Robert sniggered softly at his words. ‘Too right,’ he agreed, stroking an errant finger back and forth across my tortured breast. ‘You’re a trashcan, love. We’ll get you messy and, if you’re lucky, we’ll hose you out later.’
‘Nah,’ said my father. ‘I reckon this one’s a one-use-only toy, like a cheap rubber. You cum inside her and then you throw her in the garbage.’
I choked as I tried to swallow, my eyes wide as I looked up at them. I felt so degraded by their words and — equally humiliating — it turned me on even more. I begged them silently with my eyes, unable to speak. I couldn’t believe how crude they were being. Please, I wanted to beg, but I didn’t know what I was begging for.
‘Get your legs wider apart,’ snapped my father, ignoring me. ‘I want to look at your virgin hole.’
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