Dinner

When we were done cooking, it looked quite nice - three pieces of pork, potatoes and sauce, and green beans on the side. When I called into the living room to tell him that dinner was ready, he just growled “About time!”, then joined us in the kitchen.

When mom was about to sit down with him to eat, he looked genuinely baffled.

He said sharply: “There’s no need for that, you can eat later. For now you can just serve me. Get me a glass of wine.”

Mom looked pained, but didn’t say a word; she just got the bottle and poured him a glass, then stood next to him, waiting for his next request. I felt uncertain; if he didn’t want my mother to sit down and have dinner with him, what about me? I remained standing just to be sure.

Dad reached for the meat dish and took the two biggest pieces from it without blinking an eye; then he gestured to my mother to add potatoes and vegetables to his plate. She obeyed with a docility I had never witnessed in her before. He cut a piece from the meat and put it to his mouth, then said to me: “Sit down.”

I looked at my plate and the meat dish with just the one piece of meat remaining, wondering what to do. I decided to take it, cut it, and put half of it back on the dish so my mother would have some later on as well, but he stopped me: “No need for that. Meat is expensive. She doesn’t need any.”

He kept eating, chewing the meat with obvious appetite. I could just sit at the table and look at my plate. A lump in my throat prevented me from even trying to swallow a single bite. I just moved some of the stuff around on my plate with a fork.

My dad didn’t notice, or didn’t care. While he kept chewing, he said to me: “So, how was school today? “

It sounded like he was just making conversation, like he had done at so many family dinners in the past. Yet everything was different now. I didn’t know how to respond, what he expected me to say now. Everyone knew TRAP had activated today… and he must have known there would be some effect of it. So what exactly was he asking?

I decided to evade the implications, and just said: “Everything was OK, dad. “

“Oh, yeah? Well you turned eighteen yesterday, so I guess the boys put your body to good use? “

He just kept chewing, leaving the question floating in the air. I sensed somehow that it would be a very bad idea to lie to him now. But it also felt deeply degrading to have to report the events of the afternoon to him, especially with my mother standing next to him and listening to our conversation with a troubled expression on her face.

So I just said: “They did, dad.”

He had no intention of letting me off the hook so easily. He took a sip from his wine, and when he put down his glass, moved his hand over to casually grab my mother’s pussy. She yelped at the unexpected pinch, but he ignored that completely and said to me: “So tell me about it.”

No escapes now; all I could do was keep this as general as possible.

I said: “They took me and all the other girls who were already eighteen, dad. In the classroom. “

He wasn’t shocked in any way; he just took another bite and said: “Ah, they did? Heh, a dad doesn’t even know these days if his daughter is still a virgin… but my guess is, you were this morning, and they took your maidenhood from you this afternoon? “

I lowered my eyes to my plate, watching the food tumble over as I still moved my fork around. I hadn’t swallowed anything. I kept my voice as low as possible, whispering: “They did, dad.”

He was relentless: “I can’t hear you… what did you say just now? “

This was hopeless. It was clear what he was doing, and that there would be no escaping. I might just as well accept my humiliation, and bear this with at least a remnant of pride. I turned up my head now, and looked straight in his eyes. Not raising my voice, but making an effort to speak up and articulate clearly, I said: “They did, dad. All the boys in my class fucked me. They made me suck the next dick that would enter me after the current one would be finished. They were very enthusiastic, and most of them managed to shoot several times. It took a few hours, and if you’re wondering how I felt about it, I was severely abused and humiliated, and I had multiple orgasms. “

I glanced at my mother, standing next to him. Her lips were a thin line in her face as she pressed them hard together. Maybe she tried to suppress the slight tremble in them. She was close to weeping, but she managed to stay completely silent anyway. My dad was not shocked in any way though. He just nodded, and said: “Good, good. You’re really blossoming into a fine young woman… I’m so proud of you! Maybe it is time I finished the last part of your education, and teach you about the ways a girl can please a man… you know, the fine intricacies of giving a blowjob that will rock him off his feet, for example! And of course, we’ll need to look into making your asshole available as well, shortly. “

I froze in my tracks. No matter everything that had changed in the last few days, I was certainly not looking forward to either practicing my blowjob skills on my father’s dick, or “making my asshole available”.

He saw the expression on my face, and laughed a greasy smile: “Oh don’t worry, my dear. I’m not some kind of incestuous pervert, and I’m certainly not gonna penetrate my own daughter!”

My tension dropped a bit, though I was still wary about his intentions. My suspicions were confirmed when he continued: “That’s why I invited Fred over tonight. He’ll be here at eight. We can use his rod as training material, what do you say? “

He looked triumphant. Fred wasn’t really an uncle, but he had been my father’s friend since high school. He wasn’t the prettiest guy in the bunch, with thin hair and little eyes like a pig. There was a sneaky odor about him, as if he always had a second agenda. When he spoke, you often wondered if he was actually saying what he did, or if there was some kind of vile insinuation behind his words. My mother had never really liked or trusted him, but had accepted that he was important to my father somehow. He had become something of a family friend, coming to our house once or twice a week, even if everybody was aware that he was only allowed in because of my father. My mother had always warned me about him, that I should make sure that I was never alone with him; nonetheless, his glances on my developing girl’s body had stopped very short of drooling over the years.

I’m pretty sure he had hesitated for about 0.04 seconds when my father asked him over. I had a vision of him, sitting on the couch in the living room, unbuckling, and beckoning me over to service him. I shivered and looked down to my plate again. I still hadn’t managed to take a single bite. There was a wobbly feeling in my stomach, a feeling of every certainty falling down around me, of being **** to everything, susceptible to any maltreatment without any protection at all.

I was horrified and I felt completely alone… yet in some inexplicable way, when I examined it I realized that it wasn’t a purely negative feeling. Somehow, deep down, it excited me as well. When you’re victimized like that, you don’t have to worry about being a modern and independent girl, right? When I’d be **** into submission, I could just revel in the dark fantasies that had been there for so long… suppressed and hidden under the liberal overcurrent, but never really rooted out, and ready to erupt like a volcano under these new circumstances. The sinking feeling descended a few inches from my stomach, and took a hold of my crotch… and suddenly, it wasn’t bad at all anymore.

Even as I sat there at the kitchen table, listening to my dad saying all those horrible things and openly planning my further ****, heck even after the gangbang I had taken less than an hour ago, I realized I was probably getting wet.