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‘I can’t walk like this,’ Kylie whispered. She still couldn’t believe what was happening to her — what James was doing to her.

‘Seems to me like you’re walking just fine,’ James said, his voice inflexible, uncaring. ‘Don’t think I’m finished torturing you tonight, 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.’

Kylie’s Obedience: Chapter 18

[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.]

‘Once I’ve gotten you pregnant, I won’t be able to be as rough with you,’ James chuckled as he walked Kylie out of her bathroom. ‘So I’m making the most of it now.’

‘No,’ Kylie whispered as James walked her into her large lounge and dining area. Part of her knew she was whispering ‘yes’ and she didn’t even understand it. She wanted James to be rough with her — the sex was better than she had ever had.

She looked around her living area, feeling a bit lost.

Gods, she had been so proud of this space and she had loved to entertain here. Never anything huge, of course, only the most exclusive little parties for her personal selection of wealthy debutantes and celebrities. She had fluttered around like a social butterfly, showing off her expensive decor and fashionable outfits, lording her wealth and privilege over her friends.

Having sex with James in this space seemed like a strangely dissolute fantasy by comparison.

Kylie shivered at the feeling of his body so close to her. Gods, he was rough and unkind and he seemed to demean her with every single word — but her body also remembered the sex at the hotel a week ago. He had been forceful then too, and it had been the best sex of her life.

He let that horrible Mr Dennings fuck me, she thought miserably. And then Dane on the weekend. My uncle!

But even that thought was tinged with a rich warm glow. Even as she rebelled, some part of her was intensely aroused by James taking charge of her — forcing her to dress for him, forcing her to fuck other men, even filling her with his seed and threatening to get her pregnant.

I’m not going to do anything to stop him, she thought, half-realistically, half-miserably, as James walked her through her apartment to her bedroom. I’m going to whine and complain, like a spoiled rich girl, and then I’m just going to obey whatever he says until I’m his well-trained dog.

‘Now, what do we have here?’ James asked, stopping her beside a little side table of odds and ends. He started to poke through a bowl of hair clips that she remembered moving around from her bathroom to her bedroom this morning, before abandoning it here in her distraction at James’ ridiculous demands.

Kylie watched with misgiving James pulled a hair clip out of the messy bowl. It was a snap clip type, with a strong mechanism designed to hold even her thick, heavy hair off her neck. She whimpered as James stroked the clip across her breast, teasing her nipple with it.

‘I want to see you wearing this,’ he smiled down at her, a cold sadism in his eyes that she hadn’t seen before. Before she could react or complain, he had opened the clip and was fitting it around the base of her nipple.

‘No!’ Kylie shrieked, trying suddenly, instinctively to pull away, but even as she went to move, James snapped the clip shut across her areola, crushing the base of her nipple and leaving the nipple itself, sensitive and tormented, free in the air for his fingers to flick.

‘Too late,’ James said with satisfaction, his hand sliding around Kylie’s waist to hold her firmly against him. ‘Let’s find a matching one, shall we?’

‘No,’ Kylie moaned, trying to pull away. She didn’t dare jerk herself away from him roughly though — she was none too steady in the ridiculous high heels, and the two toys inside her only made her feel less coordinated than ever. But it hurt, dammit. Gods, it hurt, and the pain was only increasing the longer he left the horrid thing fastened onto her.

‘You’re my toy to play with,’ James reminded her. ‘A sweet little toy, to fuck and torment a little and to plant a baby inside. The best type of dress-up toy,’ he smirked, holding her firmly against him as he pulled another matching clip from the bowl. ‘I knew there would be a matching one,’ he said with satisfaction as he opened it and started to fit the horrid thing around her other nipple.

‘No, please,’ Kylie begged, her eyes filling with tears. ‘I don’t want… Please, James…’ she whined.

She couldn’t cope with both her nipples being tortured like this.

‘Toys don’t say ‘no’ to their owners, do they, my darling?’ James corrected her. ‘You need to learn that you won’t say ‘no’ to me,’ he added. ‘I don’t mind how rough I have to be until you learn that lesson.’

Kylie blushed with red-hot humiliated anger at his words. James was already lining the clip up around the base of her second nipple, using his other hand to manipulate her nipple into place, and as she watched, he snapped it viciously closed.

She screamed. The shock was too much. Fuck, it hurt. Both her nipples felt as though they were in a vise, being crushed and bruised. The pain and shock was almost too much to process — no-one had ever hurt her like this.

‘Calm down, darling,’ James reprimanded her after a moment, as if she was a hysterical little girl. ‘It doesn’t hurt that badly.’

Kylie could tell he was enjoying her pain though, enjoying the sound of her scream, and she wondered that she had never realised this vicious side to him. She forced herself to stop shrieking, to bring her complaints down to a set of soft whimpers. Fuck, it hurt, how dared he do that?

‘Please, James,’ she begged, moving restlessly even as he still held her body against him. Gods, she was hyperventilating, she thought she might faint, and the pain didn’t stop. James was using his free hand that wasn’t around her waist to rub teasing fingers across each of the tips of her nipples, super-sensitive now and growing puffy from the clamps across their base.

He was hurting her and he didn’t even care, damn him. He was just enjoying her body, even though she was hurting.

‘Take them off,’ Kylie begged, wondering why she didn’t just take them off herself. Some part of her wanted to obey James — or thought she should obey James — and that part of her was stronger than the part of her that hated the pain.

‘No,’ James replied, chuckling a little with amusement. ‘I don’t follow your orders, little girl,’ he added. ‘Now, let’s get you into your bedroom for the piece de resistance, shall we?’

He frogmarched her into her bedroom, walking her right up to her bed and throwing her unceremoniously onto the thick comforter, down onto her back. Kylie shrieked — the motion reminded her even more about the stiff, horrid toys inside her and how her cunt and anus felt stretched and impaled in unnatural ways. Her body was a mass of different sensations and she felt overwhelmed — why couldn’t he just have fucked her again like he did last time?

‘Quiet!’ James reprimanded Kylie, using a grip on her ankles to pull her by her legs into the position he wanted, her knees high, her legs apart and her butt near the edge of the bed.

Only then did she see he had a third hair clip in his hand, a strong claw clip with small, sharp teeth…

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