‘I said I was teaching you a lesson,’ James said with satisfaction as he pushed the tube of deodorant deeper into Kylie’s cunt. ‘Is it uncomfortable?’ he sneered. Kylie shivered at his unkindness, wanting to cry with humiliation.
‘You can’t do this,’ she whispered, wondering if James had even heard her. Her body couldn’t settle as she felt the constant penetration. She knew she was going to get more and more aroused the longer the horrid, hard, uncomfortable thing stayed inside her.
‘Time for your butt,’ James said cheerfully, and Kylie blushed hotter, mortified as he pulled her butt cheeks apart…
Kylie’s Obedience: Chapter 17
[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.]
‘*Have you had butt sex?’ James asked, rubbing his thumb across the sensitive rosebud.
‘No,’ Kylie said grumpily as she heard the crackling sound of a plastic sachet being opened and felt cold, wet lube land on her butt.
‘Well, it’s time to get you ready,’ James said, rubbing the lube around in a couple of circles before making her gasp by simply pushing his thumb into her without asking or warning her. ‘Doctor Alston said penetrating a tight butt is critical for key aspects of men’s health,’ he informed her, while she whimpered, wishing he would take his thumb back out of her instead of pushing it deeper and moving it around.
The thought that he had discussed fucking her with his doctor, the same doctor she herself had seen from time to time, made her feel overwhelmed.
‘Of course, your mother has always preferred breeding sex,’ James added. ‘But we’re going to get a baby inside you anyway, aren’t we, Kylie?’ he chuckled softly. ‘So I might as well have fun using all your holes.’
‘I don’t want that,’ Kylie said, wishing she didn’t sound so petulant.
It didn’t really matter what she wanted, she had learnt. And for some stupid reason, she was letting him do what he wanted to her. Even worse, what James was doing inside her butt was unfortunately turning her on, especially when his thumb rubbed up against the horrid, hard tube of deodorant in her cunt, stimulating nerve ending in her anus that she hadn’t even known about.
‘You’ll want what I tell you to want,’ James chuckled, amused. ‘As long as I’m paying the bills. And you do keep racking up bills, don’t you, my darling?’
Kylie flushed miserably, her face burning red hot.
‘It was one dress,’ she whined, hoping desperately that James couldn’t tell how much the penetration of her butt was arousing her.
‘And this fancy lingerie set and those boots,’ James said smugly. ‘You’re a very expensive whore indeed, Kylie,’ he smirked.
‘But you bought these,’ she protested, feeling ill. ‘And you told me to wear them. You didn’t give me any choice!’
‘And you’re wearing them,’ James smirked. ‘You’re getting the benefit, wouldn’t you say?’ he chuckled. ‘New clothes and my attention for a whole evening,’ he chuckled again. ‘You’re a lucky girl, Kylie.’
‘That’s unfair,’ Kylie replied grumpily. How dared James add this to her debt to him? How dared he said that he was doing her a favour by fucking her and treating her like this?
James just laughed softly under his breath, before sliding a hand around Kylie’s waist to stroke her belly. His other thumb remained in her arsehole, and she felt humiliated to be touched so intimately, while being treated like she didn’t have any rights in this degrading relationship.
‘I’d make the most of it, if I were you,’ her tormentor continued, stroking her stomach. ‘Once your waist thickens and we have to take you away from polite society, I’ll lock up your clothes and just keep you naked. Doctor Alston said it’s important for a man my age to be able to get release when and where he needs it. If I have you naked and available 24/7, I’ll be able to do what I want to you, my dear.’
‘You can’t,’ Kylie said, squirming under his touch. ‘You can’t do that to me,’ she whispered, repeating herself as she felt, rather than heard, James’ amusement at her defiance. She refused to believe he would actually get her pregnant or put her into seclusion. He couldn’t do that, he would realise that eventually.
She just had to wait it out, let him fuck her a few more times, and then he would get sick of her. She knew he would.
He removed his thumb finally and she cravenly hoped he was done with tormenting her, but instead, she felt a hard, cold object sliding against her slick anus. Soon, without any explanation, James was pushing the alien device against her rosebud, clearly planning to push it into her butt.
‘What are you doing?’ Kylie said, shifting uneasily, wondering why she was letting him do this.
‘Stand still, darling,’ James ordered, pushing harder so that the weird stretching sensation increased. ‘I’m training your hole for fucking.’
‘But I don’t want you to fuck me there!’ Kylie snapped, suddenly wanting to cry.
Gods, the arousal in her cunt was increasing, dammit. He was stretching her anus wide open as he pushed the thing into her, and that was tantalising all the sensitive nerve endings around her arse — and not to mention that it had the side effect of also crushing the deodorant bottle against her sensitive g-spot.
The pressure in her butt was absurd — she couldn’t believe she even stretched that wide open and she was just wondering when it would stop or if it would just keep getting more intense, when she felt the butt plug slide into her with a sudden ‘pop’. Her body pulled the object into herself, and it came to rest, filling her arse, her sensitive rosebud still held open by a thick stem.
Kylie moaned with humiliation. She wasn’t even sure she could stand back up feeling like this, let alone walk. No other lover had ever done anything like this to her before and she wanted to cry or scream at James, but she knew from long history that neither would broach his supreme calm.
The angrier she got, the calmer he would become — and it wasn’t as though she could stand up to him like this: semi-naked, trussed up in fuck-me lingerie and moaning from the penetration in her groin.
‘Stand up,’ James ordered calmly, and Kylie gulped, knowing there were tears in her eyes. She couldn’t stand up, damn him. She was too full, he was being unfair again. ‘Stand up,’ he repeated when she didn’t comply, and then he simply reached forward, grabbing her by her hair and upper arm, and pulled her back to her feet.
Kylie yelped as she felt the two items inside her moving against each other, only thin membranes between them. Gods, she was too full, her whole groin felt stretched and violated.
‘Feeling full, are we?’ James smirked, turning her around to face him, a hand in her hair to force her to look up at him.
‘Take them out,’ Kylie whispered, hating the tears in her eyes that made her look weak. ‘Please. I… You have no right,’ she added, already dreading the predictable snigger from her stepfather.
‘If you don’t want people to put things inside you, then you shouldn’t be such a slut,’ he sneered, running a groping hand across her naked breasts. ‘I do hope you’re uncomfortable,’ he added. ‘This is a punishment, after all. I expect you to obey me without complaining in future, my darling Kylie.’
‘I can’t believe mother said you could do this,’ Kylie whined as James continued to grope her breasts enthusiastically.
‘Your mother,’ James replied dispassionately, ‘told me to ‘hold the bitch down and teach her a lesson,’ he said, a thin curl of lips the only external sign of how much he was enjoying himself. Kylie whimpered to herself, unable to believe that her mother would say such things about her.
‘She didn’t say that,’ she said piteously, not caring about her dignity any more. She knew she was begging him with her eyes to say it was untrue. ‘Mother…,’ she broke off. ‘Mother wouldn’t do that to me,’ she said finally, winking away the tears that threatened to rise in her eyes.
‘Your mother is sick of you wasting our money,’ James said flatly. He chuckled with genuine amusement. ‘I told you she said years ago that I could have you whenever I wanted,’ he added, meeting Kylie’s eyes. ‘Condition of our marriage. You’ve been living on borrowed time ever since you turned eighteen, my sweet Kylie,’ he chuckled, winking at her.
Kylie swallowed, knowing her face burned with humiliation.
James snorted, clearly still amused at her pathetic defiance, before starting to walk her out of her bathroom, still holding her firmly by one upper arm and her hair. She felt almost like she was going to stumble and fall, and she knew that in part the only reason it was at all possible to walk was James holding her up.
She felt as though she was walking like a duck: waddling, her legs wide apart, her insides complaining at the hard intrusion.
‘I can’t walk like this,’ she whispered, feeling a tear slipping down her cheek, her foot sliding on the bathroom tiles.
‘Seems to me like you’re walking just fine,’ James said, his voice inflexible, uncaring. ‘Don’t think I’m finished torturing you, my darling,’ he added, sadism rich in his voice. ‘Once I’ve gotten you pregnant, I won’t be able to be as rough with you,’ he chuckled. ‘So I’m making the most of it now.’
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