The Petrellis Daughter

Chapter 3

After the party was over and Mother had gone to bed, Father had us go to a bedroom together. He says for them to keep training me. The next day Father and Mother and the rest of the guests went home but we were left behind. That’s how it went, Father would arrange for us to get together for my training over the next two months. The only time we avoided the training was during our movies nights. I dreaded the time that was slipping away moving me closer to his time. I get my period right when my two months was up and I was happy. It was a few more days I didn’t have to go to him. It was only 3 days but that felt like a death sentence reprieve.

Somehow he knew. He knew my period had ended. He called me the morning of and told me he wanted me to come to his office at 10. I felt a shiver go down my spine when he told me to wear a skirt and short sleeved shirt. At 9:30 I got into our town car and was taken to his office. When I got there his secretary told me to go right in. Father was on the phone but he motioned for me to close and lock the door behind me. I stand by the door unsure until he motions for me to come to him. He’s still talking on the phone but I finally hear the voice on the other line. It’s Mr. Linderman, father’s friend and client. Father keeps talking but when I get closer his unzips his pants. I stop walking and a tear escape’s my eye. He just stares at me before motioning to come closer. My steps are slow, halting. When I’m close enough he grabs my hand and pulls me to my knees. He’s still talking on the phone like nothing out of the ordinary is happening. But it is because his hand in guiding mine into his pants. He lets go but I know he’s demanding me to continue. So I do. I can’t stand touching him, but I have to. Tears roll down my cheeks as I pull his cock from his underwear and begin to stroke it. When he grabs my hair I lean down and lick his tip. Sliding my tongue down the shaft. The tears are still slowly falling as his cock slides into my mouth. I keep sucking and stroking his cock until he cums in my mouth. I swallow it all tears still falling down my cheeks.

Father pulls me up from my knees and has me sit on the desk after pulling my panties off. He ends the conversation with Linderman and hangs up the phone. He puts his cock away and zips up his pants. Then his attention is back on me. He pulls my legs up and spreads them out so I have to lean back on my elbows. He moves closer to me resting my legs on his chair’s arms. Father’s head leans in and he smells me before sliding a finger up my slit. His finger slides into my pussy while his tongue flicks out over my clit. I’m crying full out now as he finger fucks me. My skirt is pushed up to my waist and his head is between my legs. I hate that he is touching me and I hate that he can bring my body to orgasm. When I do cum he keeps licking up my cum before pulling his fingers out. He pulls me back up and makes me lick his fingers clean. He just smiles at my tears and makes me get off his desk. He grabs my underwear off the floor and puts them in his top drawer.

I straighten my clothes and wipe the tears from my eyes, but stiffen when he comes up behind me. “You did very good your first time with me. From now on though no underwear when you come to see me. And get your area taken care of, get a bikini wax.” He pats me on the ass and turns away.

I leave the room ever a Petrelli. Head held high no trace of tears in my eyes or on my face. When I get into the town car I have him take me to Nathan’s office instead of home. I wait outside Nathan’s office patiently until he can see me. As soon as the doors are closed though I break down. Nathan catches me before I can fall and just holds me. I don’t have to say a word he knows exactly what is wrong. He calls his secretary telling her he is going out to lunch. He sneaks me out to the town car and takes me to Peter’s. He carries me inside and sets me down on Peter’s bed. Nathan leaves me for only a second to call Peter. Then he is on the bed holding me tightly while I cry. Peter is there 15 minutes later and he doesn’t say a word either. He climbs onto the bed in front of me and holds me too. I feel safe and warm between them. I am protected from HIM in between their arms. My brothers. My lovers. My best friends. I know its sick and that HE has perverted this relationship, but I can’t hate them. I can’t hate them for what we are made to do. I need them, because they are the only ones that know.

They know without words what I need. I need his hands washed away. I need his taste out of my mouth. My clothes are removed and so are theirs. Their hands wash him away. Their mouths kiss away my tears. Peter uses his tongue and fingers and brings me to ecstasy while I suck Nathan’s cock. Then it’s Peter’s cock in my mouth and Nathan’s hands and fingers inside me bringing me to ecstasy.

This is how it is over the next 2 years. Father calls me to service him and afterward I go to Nathan and Peter to wash him away. I still cry every time and he doesn’t care. It doesn’t change except Father never calls me on Wednesday’s. That was my first rebellion against him. I would refuse to go on Wednesday’s because Wednesday’s were Movie nights.

My second small rebellion was asking to go with Mother on her trips. It didn’t matter where it was I just loved to go with her. But when she took me for her monthly meeting in Texas I would use my abilities and explore. I love to explore because the more I explore the more abilities I get. I always make it down to the hidden level and say hello to my Angel Adam. Although by now I know he really isn’t an Angel. If anything he’s a fallen Angel, kinda like Lucifer. I talk with him through the glass for a few hour’s each month before heading back upstairs. The meetings are always the same. Except Mr. Linderman only comes a few times a year. It’s a rare occasion when the other people in the meeting bring their children. I’ve met nearly all of them and all of them have powers. My favorite one was Mr. Nakamura son, because his power was the most interesting. He doesn’t even know he has it yet, but I do.

I suppose my third rebellion is not telling him about my powers. I know he wants me to have them. Wants all of his children to have them. It gives me pleasure to keep it from him.

If I didn’t rebel in some way I think I would have become a shell. Something empty and hollow.