Pixie Isobella

‘You’re a cute little thing,’ Zane sneered down at me. ‘Where did my father find a wife with such a fuckable little daughter anyway?’

Zoe is excited about her mom re-marrying but that is before she meets her new stepbrother, Zane. Zane treats Zoe’s body like his own property — and, disturbingly, says he’s excited to ‘breed’ her. Zoe tries her best to resist him but somehow Zane always manages to find a way to fuck her again…

Zoe’s New Stepbrother: Chapter 2

[Zoe’s New Stepbrother contains fictional stepbrother-stepsister incest, forced breeding, non-con sex and female submission to a male character. All characters are over 18. Read Chapter 1 here.]

Stupidly, I hadn’t even thought of Zane repeating his behaviour from earlier.

‘You’re a cute little thing,’ Zane sneered down at me from his superior height. ‘Where did my father find a wife with such a fuckable little daughter anyway?’

‘What… You…’ I seethed, debating the merits of shrieking or simply trying to push past him. ‘Let me out,’ I snapped, lifting my hands to push physically at his chest.

It was a mistake — with his superior height and strength, Zane caught my wrists easily, grabbing them and pushing me hard back against the wall of the closet. He wrenched my hands above my head, smiling broadly as I struggled to free myself. His hands felt like a vice on my wrists and I thought he was probably bruising me.

‘You won’t get away,’ he chuckled, leaning his whole body offensively against mine.

I gasped in shock at the sudden intimate feeling of his hard, warm body against mine. Horribly, it felt good. He was oddly attractive — despite clearly being a terrible person — and I have always been turned on by a man taking charge.

‘I’m an expert at restraining unwilling women. And,’ he snickered under his breath, ‘I checked out this room earlier for just this purpose. You’re a sweet little armful, Zoe, I could tell that the moment I saw you. I’m going to make you my property.’

‘I’ll scream,’ I warned, even as I could feel my arousal growing at his domination of me. ‘Stop that!’

Zane ignored me. I felt my face blanching as he easily wrapped some kind of strap around first one of my wrists and then the other, pulling it cruelly tight.

‘You’re not going to scream, little Z,’ he informed me arrogantly, holding me firmly with his heavy body against the wall. ‘Sluts like you never do. You don’t want to make a fuss, do you? Ruin your mother’s big day?’ he sneered, and I blushed at the cruelly dismissive tone in his voice.

‘Let me go!’ I whispered fiercely. It was true that I had decided that I wasn’t going to scream no matter what happened. I couldn’t do that to my mom — it was her big day.

But what was he going to do to me? How could he be treating me like this?

Zane ignored me. With a grunt of satisfaction, he pulled my bound wrists higher, forcing me right up onto my tip-toes, before hooking the strap on my wrists over an old metal hook fitted firmly into the brick wall above my head. I hissed at him under my breath, glaring at him furiously, as I struggled to unhook them.

How dared he tie my hands and hook me up like this — like some kind of trussed-up piece of meat for the evening’s feast? Why was there even a hook here anyway?

‘Such a fierce little cat,’ Zane murmured, pressing his body hard against me, pushing my back against the wall. ‘You’re going to be fun to tame, aren’t you?’ he snickered softly, running casual fingers down the side of my face. ‘I want to kiss you but that would ruin your make-up. Give the game away.’

‘You are not kissing me!’ I snapped under my breath. ‘Let me go, you arsehole!’

‘I just said I wasn’t going to kiss you,’ Zane chuckled patronisingly. ‘Weren’t you listening, sweetheart?’ he sneered. ‘But I am going to look at your glorious tits.’

I gasped in shock as he ran the palm of his hand across the tops of both of my breasts, before sliding his hand right inside the dress, cupping one of my boobs in his hand. I yelped at the feeling of him touching me so intimately, before pulling the sound hurriedly back inside me.

‘Such big tits,’ Zane murmured into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. ‘I like that.’

He squeezed the sensitive globe and I moaned, frightened, still struggling to unhook my hands.

‘Stop that,’ Zane warned me, squeezing my breast harder, painfully now. ‘You’ll never unhook them, little girl,’ he said with satisfaction. ‘You might as well stop embarrassing yourself by trying. I’ve only got you for half an hour before this stupid grand entry our parents dreamed up, but I’m going to make the most of it.’

I cried out with shock as he deftly pulled my strapless dress down, brutally manhandling first one breast and then the other into the air, grunting with satisfaction as he groped both my breasts again. My strapless bra was useless as protection and soon my breasts were in the open air, sitting on top of the dress fabric.

‘Well now,’ Zane murmured with satisfaction, running the palms of both hands across my boobs. I felt like I was going to faint with shock — how could he be touching me like this?

‘Stop that,’ I said desperately, my boobs feeling horribly exposed and violated, even as a trickle of warmth ran from my nipples straight to my clit. ‘Please, Zane. Let me down!’

‘No, Zoe,’ he sneered, almost pronouncing my name as an insult. ‘I told you that you’re my compensation for a boring evening spent pleasing my dad,’ he sneered. ‘I’m going to do what I want to you.’ He snorted. ‘Like I always do with fuckable women I want,’ he added.

He clasped both of my boobs together in his hands, crushing my flesh, before lowering his head, and making me cry out again as he started to lick and suckle on first one, then the other nipple.

I was moaning under my breath, desperate to be silent as my new stepbrother enjoyed my breasts against my will. I couldn’t be found like this. I couldn’t bear the explanations that would follow, if nothing else.

Horrifyingly, I could feel my body responding to him ever more, my clit awakening into warm, tingling arousal and my cunt growing slick with eager moisture. My breasts — traitors that they are — always respond to someone suckling on them. Even worse, I could feel Zane’s stiff cock through his clothes, pressing hard against my belly — crudely intimate and a warning of future violation.

Finally he lifted his head, smiling down at my wild face.

‘You know what happens next, don’t you, little Z?’ he asked, holding my breasts brutally tight.

As if to give me a hint, he thrust his hips hard against my body, emphasising how big and hard his erection was.

I did know what happened next and I didn’t like it.

‘No…’ I whispered, shaking my head, trying desperately to believe this wasn’t happening. He only just met me and he wanted to fuck me? ‘No, please, Zane…’

I couldn’t believe my new stepbrother was going to force me at my mom’s wedding.

He ignored my plea, letting go of my breasts suddenly to pull up at the silk of my long dress, pulling the slippery fabric easily up my legs and bunching it up around my waist. I trembled, feeling his hands all over me. I wondered if I could kick him, but I was shaking so hard from trying to fight my hands back off the hook above my head that I thought I might just fall over if I tried.

‘I’m hard, you little bitch,’ Zane grunted, as if that was an excuse for forcing me. ‘I need to fuck. You don’t want me to walk out there for this stupid ‘grand entry’ with a hard on, do you?’

‘That’s your fault,’ I whispered, still furious, trembling with anger and exertion. ‘And don’t call me a bitch!’

‘I’d say it was the fault of these tits of yours,’ Zane sneered crudely. ‘You want this, little Z,’ he grunted crudely as his hand moved down to cup my butt. ‘Don’t deny it. Sluts like you always do.’

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It’s not a manifesto

I write a lot of M/f non-consent erotica, including enslavement of women, degradation and forced breeding. They are not an expression of how the world should be. Everything I write should stay in the hot world of fiction and play. It should absolutely not become part of the real world.

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