Pixie Isobella

Kylie flicked through her messages again. Keep Wednesday night free, James had written after she had left his house. I’ll breed you again then.

Kylie bit her lip, wanting to rebel — and knowing, sullenly, horrified at herself, that she wasn’t going to. Wednesday night would see her opening the door of her apartment to James, ready to do whatever he told her to do….

Kylie’s Obedience: Chapter 15

[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.]

Wednesday came far too soon.

A package arrived in the morning with the packaging of an exclusive lingerie chain. Kylie unpacked it, reading the note with a sinking heart.

You’ll wear this tonight. Make sure I can see your tits when you open the door. ~James.

Kylie spent the day in a state of rebellion, determined that she wasn’t going to obey him. Who did he think she was, giving her orders, sending her lingerie to wear?

I’m not wearing it, she texted to him furiously after a few hours of pacing her apartment, stewing at his high-handedness. In fact, why don’t you just not come? she added angrily. You have no right to treat me like this.

Her fury, that had been simmering for days since he had forced her to fuck his brother Dane, burst into a full-blown rage. How could James insist on fucking her? How could he send her lingerie to wear, without so much as asking?

Your mother has always deprecated your wilfulness, James replied almost immediately. You’ll wear the lingerie, Kylie.

I won’t! she texted back, her fingers moving fast on her phone screen as she typed the words. It’s humiliating and I won’t do it!

You will, James replied flatly. Unless you fancy me taking you to Dennings’ for the night instead? It’s gangbang night tonight. How do you fancy lying on a bed while ten men fuck you, one after the other? That would be a good way to pay off your debt.

Kylie flushed cold and then hot as she read the words. How dared he threaten her like this? She remembered him and Mr Denning discussing taking her to the hotel once she was pregnant and she shivered. She told herself that her emotions were all fury — there was no way she could be remotely interested in that — but she still couldn’t suppress a shiver of aroused excitement at the thought of all those men fucking her.

Gods, what was wrong with her?

You can’t threaten me with that, she replied defensively. I don’t want that.

Then obey me, James replied. You’re an ill-mannered brat, Kylie.

Furious, Kylie didn’t stop to think.

I’m your stepdaughter, and you’re really saying you’d let all those men fuck me even if I was saying ‘no’? she replied furiously. I don’t think you’d do it. You’re full of shit, James.

She wished the words recalled just as soon as she pressed send on the message.

It’s a reasonable action to keep you in line, he replied immediately, making her flush. She could tell he wasn’t angry which only made it worse. She knew James and she knew this voice — it was his calm voice that he used when he had already won.

Shaking with anger, Kylie didn’t stop or hesitate.

You can’t make me, she replied, knowing it was a mistake but stupidly unable to stop herself. Challenging him like that was an error — James had never been an authoritarian stepfather but he had never tolerated rudeness or threats to his authority either.

I’m pretty certain Dane and I could get you to the hotel, he replied. And the men at Dennings aren’t going to care if you’re saying ‘no’. Not once they’ve seen how hot you are for them. Not once they’ve seen how eagerly you take first mine and then Dane’s dicks.

I’d scream, she insisted, feeling sick, wondering how they had gotten to this. How could he threaten her like this? Surely if she showed her mother these messages, she would stand up for her at last?

No, you wouldn’t, James replied, sarcastically, Kylie thought. You would be too scared of causing a scene. You’d lie back and let them penetrate you like a good little slut. And you’d enjoy it too. I’ve gotten your measure, darling.

Kylie blushed, reading it, her fingers trembling. She knew she had to reply but more than a minute leached away while she stared at the keys, not knowing what to write. Furious with herself for giving ground, she knew it was too late. She had lost the argument, the same as she had lost every single rare argument she had ever forced James to have with her.

After two minutes, a brutal text message arrived from James.

I’ll see you at 6pm, darling, he wrote. Make sure you behave — or, by gods, I will let those ten men fuck you and breed you into the bargain.

Kylie told herself that she still wouldn’t do it — she wouldn’t wear the lingerie, she wouldn’t humiliate herself before him, dressing like his slut — but when the evening came, she nevertheless pulled the lingerie on, blushing hotly as she felt the soft, expensive fabric settle against her skin.

Humiliatingly, the bra and panty set was more revealing than any underwear she had ever worn — the quarter-cup bra pushed her breasts high and cupped them from below, while the lacy panties were little more than a pair of straps, crotchless and far too revealing. Her naked nipples were soon taut in the cool evening air, embarrassingly perky and eager, and her pussy felt cool and exposed between her legs.

James had sent a pair of high-heeled boots as well. Kylie didn’t want to wear them almost more than she didn’t want to wear the lingerie. The boots rose to mid-thigh before ceasing, seeming to emphasise how nearly naked she was above them. The heels were far too high to be safe in the street and, wearing them, she felt like a whore in truth.

She opened the door grumpily when James knocked, glaring at him as he stepped over the threshold.

‘Smile for me, darling,’ he said, pushing the door closed behind him, and stepping right up to her. He stroked a hand through her hair, his thumb moving to stroke languorously across her lips while she stared at him with wide eyes, unable to believe his arrogance or her own stupidity.

Fuck, she was standing here, basically naked, dressed up in ‘fuck me’ lingerie, so that her stepfather could breed her. How had this even happened?

‘You’re… an asshole,’ Kylie said grumpily, feeling suddenly vulnerable with James standing next to her, well-dressed and self assured.

‘I’m the man who’s going to fuck you tonight,’ he smiled down at her, his fingers trailing down her shoulder. ‘Smile for me, Kylie, darling,’ he ordered, a hard note entering his voice.

‘You can’t make me,’ Kylie glared at him again, uncomfortably aware that tears were threatening to form in her eyes. His threats from earlier — to drag her to Dennings’ hotel for multiple men to fuck — wouldn’t leave her head. ‘I’m wearing your stupid lingerie that you sent me,’ she snapped, trying to push the thought out of her head. ‘What more do you want?’

‘Grace,’ James replied immediately. ‘Humility. Generosity. Complaisance. Turn around, girl,’ he continued, his hand on her shoulder already turning her to face away from him.

‘What… are you doing?’ Kylie asked, but she was already moving with him as he spun her around, pushing her easily forward so that she had to catch herself on her low hall table.

‘Teaching you a lesson,’ he replied. ‘Breeding you, darling, what do you think I’m doing? I’ve been hard for you all day.’

One hand was on her hip, holding her steady for him, and she could hear him opening his trousers with the other. Far too soon, she felt his hard tip pushing against her pussy lips. Gods, he must have already been hard when he arrived at her flat. How could he just fuck her without even any warm-up?

James grunted with satisfaction as his hard tip found her entrance. ‘That’s what I thought,’ he said with satisfaction. ‘In these boots, you’re the perfect height for me, Kylie. And you’re wet,’ he added, pushing against her entrance. ‘Like a swamp. I bet you’d have spread your legs and moaned for the men at Dennings’, wouldn’t you?’

‘No,’ Kylie moaned, unable to know whether she was more embarrassed at how wet she was or at the knowledge that she had let him win.

James didn’t give her time to think anyway, pushing deeply into her with one long, sharp thrust that made her shriek.

‘Gods,’ he swore as he came to rest deep inside her. ‘You feel good around me. Your mother was right. I should have started fucking you years ago.’

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