James stroked Kylie’s breasts with lazy fingers as his cock softened inside her. ‘I’m going to be fucking you for a long time, my girl, while you pay back your dues. You’re going to be so damn good for me.’
‘I don’t want that,’ Kylie whispered, knowing it was too late. ‘Please don’t do this.’
‘I am doing this,’ he chuckled, riding a high of post-orgasm endorphins. ‘Hop off me, darling. I want my breakfast.’
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Kylie’s Obedience: Chapter 11
[Kylie’s Obedience contains fictional stepfather-daughter incest, forced breeding, female degradation and submission. All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 of ‘Kylie’s Obedience’ is here.]
James stood and fastened his robe around himself, taking Kylie’s hand to lead her across to the breakfast table. Embarrassed, she carefully didn’t look in the direction of the stranger who had just entered the hotel room, a well-built man in his fifties, dressed in a suit.
‘There’s a negligee on the side table you can put on if you don’t want to be naked,’ James said as he sat down, already reaching for his coffee.
Kylie stomped across to the bed, grabbing up the negligee and pulling it over her head. Its lacy mesh front panels covered her boobs but didn’t hide them. The mesh ‘skirt’ just caressed her hips, leaving her butt and mound fully exposed. She couldn’t see her underwear, so she stepped — frustrated, embarrassed — back to the breakfast table where James and Mr Dennings were sitting talking.
She didn’t like Mr Dennings being here but she also didn’t want to argue with James in front of him. James pulled a chair out for her to sit between him and his friend, and she sat, her eyes downcast. Her pussy felt wet and dripping with the sex she had just had, and she imagined she could feel James’ seed inside her, drifting into her womb.
‘She’s a cute one,’ Mr Dennings said to James, his eyes drifting up and down Kylie’s body so that she flushed.
Then, to her utter horror, he reached out and slid his hand inside the minimal protection of the negligee, easily pulling both her breasts out so that they were fully exposed. His hands were cold and impersonal, and she clenched her teeth at the feeling of him touching her. She didn’t even really know who he was, dammit!
‘That’s it,’ Mr Dennings said, meeting her eyes with a sideways smile of amusement at her embarrassment. ‘You have delightful tits, and I want to look at them while I drink my coffee with your stepfather.’
His strong, agile fingers started to caress one of her boobs, and Kylie looked down in sheer embarrassment at how objectified she felt.
‘You want to hire her out to me sometimes for the evenings?’ the man asked James, and Kylie stiffened in fear. ‘I’ve got plenty of clients here at the hotel who would enjoy these titties of hers. They would look after her, I can assure you of that. And keep her in line.’
‘Sure,’ James said easily as he buttered some toast.
The casual words made Kylie flush and her heart race with something that she told herself was either fear or anger.
‘At least, once I’ve got a bun inside her oven,’ James said crudely. ‘The more men she pleases, the better, as far as I’m concerned. My wife too,’ he shrugged, tilting his head at Kylie. ‘Her mother. She wants the girl brought in line. Kylie has been running around spoiled for too long. It’s time we disciplined her.’
I’m a grown-up, Kylie thought, frustrated. How dared James and her mother talk about her like this? Ruefully, she realised all over again that it had been a mistake letting herself be so dependent on them, but she couldn’t see a way out now.
‘Serving cock will teach her manners,’ Mr Dennings said, making Kylie blush even hotter.
She wanted to pull away from him, to slap away his hands that were still groping her breasts. Actually, she wanted to scream that they both were horrible and that they had no right to treat her like this — but she wasn’t brave enough to do that. She hated how they were both just talking about her in front of her as if she didn’t even exist.
‘It sure will,’ James said, taking a bite of his toast. ‘Breeding will do her good too. That’s what my wife says,’ he chuckled. ‘Not much else you can do with a girl with such big hips and udders. And she refused to go to university or get a job.’
‘I’ve got a fair few clients here who wouldn’t mind shafting a pregnant slut,’ Mr Dennings said, and Kylie’s blood ran cold. ‘Send her to me when her belly is big.’ He laughed heartily, squeezing one of Kylie’s breasts as he spoke. ‘I’ll have a different man inside her each night, each one of them enjoying the fantasy that they’re knocking her up themselves.’
‘I’m not a cow,’ Kylie said, a tear of embarrassment trickling down her face. ‘Please don’t do this to me, James. You can’t…’
‘Oh, be quiet, Kylie,’ James said flatly, interrupting her. He flicked a fingernail across her erect nipple sharply so that she gasped in shock. ‘You’ll learn how to obey me, or you’ll be living in one of those hovels across the river, wearing cheap clothes, trying to get a job at some supermarket or cafe somewhere. Is that what you want?’
‘No, James,’ she whined, hating him.
‘You know girls who work jobs like that have different men fucking them every night,’ he said, his voice deliberately crude and mean. ‘Truckies. Factory hands. Men who aren’t going anywhere in life. They’ll knock you up faster than you can blink. Is that really what you want?’
‘You’re being horrible,’ Kylie said, feeling as though she was going to cry.
‘The men who use you at this hotel will be like us,’ he said, buttering a second slice of toast. ‘Men like you’ve always known — hell,’ he grinned, ‘you might even know some of them.’
He chuckled at the thought, clearly amused.
‘You’re being horrible,’ Kylie said again. ‘How can you say you’re going to just… rent me out, like that?’
James just chuckled, a sly snigger that cancelled out her words. She had tears sliding down both her cheeks but the men ignored it, each of them continuing to caress her breasts. Kylie looked at the food in front of her but she couldn’t stomach any of it. She couldn’t just sit here and eat as if James and her mother hadn’t just turned her life on its head.
The men kept talking, and Kylie let them, zoning out, trying to ignore the arousal in her groin from their teasing hands on her breasts. Until a softly spoken question from James brought her attention fully, horrifyingly back into the room.
‘Actually, do you want to fuck her now?’ James asked, taking a sip of his coffee. ‘I want her first baby to be mine, but feel free to use protection.’
‘Please don’t,’ Kylie said, her face red with mortification, but the men weren’t listening. ‘I didn’t say ‘yes’ to that.’
‘Why, I’d love to,’ Mr Dennings said, a possessive hand closing around Kylie’s breast. ‘Stand up, whore.’
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