‘Lie here like a good girl,’ James ordered. ‘If I find you’ve moved an inch, I’ll slap your clit — and I think that’ll hurt you even more than you’re hurting now, don’t you?’
Kylie watched as James left the room, part of her wondering why she was obeying him. Deep inside, she already knew though, and it wasn’t the threat of violence. She loved him treating her like this. This is what she had always wanted, secretly, when she had lain in bed at night fantasising about him fucking her…
Gods, she had wanted to be James’ toy forever, and she hadn’t even realised it.
Kylie probably shouldn’t have given in to her mother’s demand that she sleep with her stepfather James. Kylie hadn’t wanted to say yes but the risk of losing her allowance and lifestyle was too much. But now James is taking more and more of her, and she doesn’t know where it is going to stop…
Kylie’s Obedience: Chapter 19
[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 returned far too soon and Kylie blushed as she realised, all of a sudden, that her obedience in not moving had told him something critical about her. She saw his smug satisfaction — no, his arrogance — increasing as he knelt between her spread legs.
She wanted to cry but she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.
‘Such a good little girl,’ James purred, his hand moving to her groin, where he — humiliatingly — slid two fingers right into her cunt and pushed the deodorant tube deeper inside her, making her gasp at the deep intrusion. ‘Anyone would think your previous whining was a sham, wouldn’t they?’ he smirked. ‘You’re such a slut — being my toy turns you on, doesn’t it, darling?’
‘No,’ Kylie whispered, blushing hotly, but she knew James knew she was lying.
‘Good girls don’t lie,’ he said flatly. ‘I’ll train that out of you in the end, Kylie,’ he promised. ‘I know you want my baby inside you as well, don’t you?’ he smirked again, holding his two fingers inside her while his thumb toyed painfully, cruelly with the hair clip on her clit.
‘I don’t want that,’ Kylie whimpered, feeling hot tears of embarrassment leaking out her eyes.
‘Never mind, sweetheart,’ he chuckled. ‘I know you better than you know yourself. When this sweet belly of yours swells with my seed, I know you’ll prostrate yourself at my feet in gratitude,’ he added, making Kylie moan with additional embarrassment.
She wouldn’t do that, would she?
‘But for now,’ James continued, ‘your punishment is continuing.’
He showed her what he had left the room to obtain — one of her lipsticks that he must have seen in the bathroom.
‘I think it’s time I wrote a guide to your body, don’t you?’ he asked cheerfully, uncapping the little tube. ‘I hope you’re not fond of this one, because I don’t think there’s going to be much of it left after I’ve finished cataloguing you.’
Even before he finished speaking, he was starting to use the small tube to write on her inner thigh in his easy, careful handwriting.
‘Don’t,’ Kylie shifted uneasily on the bed, wondering what she had done to deserve this humiliation.
‘Be quiet,’ James spoke calmly and Kylie blushed. Tears of humiliation were running down her cheeks but she was running out of energy to argue with him. She was is so much pain and discomfort, it was overwhelming her.
James wrote for a long time, chuckling to himself with amusement as he did — across her inner thighs, across her belly, across her chest above her breasts, and even rolling her over and writing on her lower back. He took photos as he went, clearly sending them to someone, and Kylie blushed with mortification.
‘Who did you send them to?’ she asked, when he rolled her back onto her back and told her to sit up.
‘Dane,’ James winked at her. ‘And Dennings, of course, at the hotel. He’ll enjoy them,’ he added. ‘A few other blokes,’ he smiled as if sharing naked photos of her wasn’t a big deal. ‘We have a chat group to share. It gives the guys something to wank off to or to think about when they’re fucking their wives,’ he explained.
Kylie blushed miserably, hating the thought of her cunt, her breasts, her arse on Dane’s phone and other unknown men’s phones. Hating the thought of them using her to jerk off to, knowing it was her.
‘You… you can’t do that to me,’ she whispered, feeling helpless.
‘Don’t be so selfish!’ James said, bluntly critical. ‘I’m shocked at you Kylie. I thought your mother brought you up to be more generous than that. Now sit up!’
Flushing with anger and humiliation, Kylie sat up, moving awkwardly. Everything hurt — every time she moved, the items inside her seemed larger than ever,. Her clit in particular screamed as she moved to the new position.
‘Open your mouth and stretch your lips,’ James ordered her, holding the lipstick. ‘It’s time to make your mouth match the rest of you.’
Kylie whimpered, feeling lost. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her body in her big mirrors. She couldn’t see what he had written yet but she felt filthy — as if he had turned her into a human canvas for his smutty graffiti.
She opened her mouth, knowing she was running out of resilience to resist. James just kept steamrolling over her, no matter what she said. Soon, he was painting her lips with the bright red lipstick — not her favourite she reflected, a horrid, garish colour trapped halfway between deep red and a tacky pink.
Kylie felt James painting exaggerated lips on her face — not just putting lipstick on her actual lips, but using the lipstick to paint larger, oversized lips. When he was done, she turned unwillingly to look at herself, and she wanted to cry.
Gods, she looked ridiculous — her mouth looked like a tacky red target on her face, oversized and exaggerated. It would be the first thing anyone would see looking at her — and anyone would immediately think about kissing her or using her mouth for sex.
‘That’s better, darling,’ James smirked, seeing her embarrassed dismay. ‘Stand up, now,’ he ordered her, pulling her off the bed and to her feet before she even had a chance to respond. He led her across to the mirror, proudly showing what he had written on her body.
Kylie gulped with mortification as she read the words, easily deciphering the backwards letters in the mirror.
James’ face fuckhole was written across her upper chest, with an arrow pointing up to her mouth.
James’ fuck handles was written across her upper belly, with two arrows pointing up to her breasts.
Front fuckhole was written across her lower belly, with the inevitable arrow pointing downwards, and when James spun her around, she wasn’t surprised to look over her shoulder and see back fuckhole written across her lower back with an arrow pointing to her anus.
Even more humiliating were the words on her inner thighs, repeated on each leg.
James’ semen goes here with mirrored arrows pointing straight at her cunt entrance.
‘Tell me you like it, Kylie,’ James ordered her, holding her firmly with one hand on her upper arm and the other in her hair. ‘I’ve identified your most important functions, don’t you think?’ he chuckled as he spoke, grinning broadly.
Kylie was speechless, unable to respond. She couldn’t take her eyes off the words on her body. Flushing with embarrassment, she couldn’t believe that Dane, Dennings and other men who she didn’t even know had seen photos of her body marked up like this.
Oh gods, it was too much, on top of everything else. Kylie loved her fashionable, carefully created self-image above all else, and in one fell swoop, James had destroyed that, turning her into a degraded, humiliated collection of fuckable body parts.
She swallowed, trying to force herself to say the words – trying to tell James she liked it – but she simply couldn’t.
‘Apologise to me for being a disobedient bitch,’ James ordered her, when she didn’t reply. Kylie swallowed, feeling almost faint.
‘I’m sorry, James,’ she whispered, feeling the tears in her eyes again. ‘I’m sorry, Daddy,’ she added quickly before he could correct her again.
‘That’s it, darling,’ James congratulated her as if she was a particularly stupid pet who had just learned a difficult trick. ‘When you feel tempted to disobey,’ he said, his voice calm, ‘I want you to remember this map I’ve drawn of your body. When I’m with you, you’re my toy, Kylie,’ he explained again. ‘Toys do what their owners tell them, every single time. Isn’t that right, my girl?’
‘Yes, Daddy,’ Kylie whispered helplessly.
Happy New Year!
I hope you’re all having a great holiday season! I’ve been trying to relax and recover from such a long rollercoaster of a ride in 2025. I’m on holidays for part of January so I’ll hopefully get to write a bit more in the next couple of weeks. This time of year is difficult for some people and if that’s you – I send lots of love and care. Look after yourselves and remember you’re not alone 💖
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