Pixie Isobella

‘Apologise to me for being a disobedient girl,’ 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. ‘Toys do what their owners tell them, every single time. Isn’t that right, my girl?’

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 21

[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.]

Author’s note: This story somehow fell out of my publishing queue! I’m sorry! Enjoy 💖

‘Yes, Daddy,’ Kylie whispered.

She felt humiliated and broken — as if James had first dressed her up in this revealing ‘fuck me’ lingerie, then taken ownership of her body by hurting and penetrating her, before reinforcing her own unimportance in his eyes, except as a toy he would fuck and enjoy.

‘Good girl,’ he murmured into her ear. ‘I knew I’d get through to you eventually. You’ll wear this map on your body until I remove it, my girl. And you’ll wear those clips and the toys inside you until I tell you you can remove them as well,’ he added firmly.

‘Yes, Daddy,’ Kylie whispered, overwhelmed. ‘I’ll obey you, Daddy,’ she added, not even knowing why she was saying it except that the only way she could deal with him painting and hurting and invading her body like this was if she was in fact his toy in truth.

‘That’s my darling,’ he said, letting go of her hair and patting it gently. ‘I brought a bag with some clothes with me,’ he said, unlocking her hands. ‘Go fetch it for me and unpack it. They’ll stay here for when I need them. I am going to be visiting frequently, after all.’

Feeling mortified, Kylie obeyed him, walking back to her hallway and picking up the overnight bag. She carried it back to the bedroom, feeling embarrassed. Walking like this felt awkward, with the toys inside her and the clamp on her clit, but she tried to shove that fact aside.

James’ toy wouldn’t complain about a mere thing like being uncomfortable, and she could only get through tonight if she was his toy in truth.

James smirked at her compliance as she walked into her bedroom with the bag.

‘Unpack my clothes into your wardrobe,’ he ordered. ‘Hang them up properly, my dear,’ he said and, still feeling spacy, Kylie obeyed.

Gods, James moving some changes of clothes in — and a small washbag, she noticed — meant that he really considered that this was going to be an ongoing arrangement. It wasn’t a fad he was going to grow out of. He was really going to be visiting weekly and treating her like his obedient fucktoy, ignoring each and every one of her pleas.

Kylie finished unpacking the bag too soon and she turned back to face James.

‘Good girl,’ he said unsmiling. ‘See how much easier it is when you comply?’ he added. ‘Come with me now.’

Kylie followed him back into her large lounge and dining area. She felt stupidly like a dog on a chain — an obedient animal that couldn’t think beyond its compliance with its owners demands — and yet she didn’t seem to be able to break the spell.

Her flat had too many mirrors in it, she had decided.

Everywhere she walked, everywhere she looked, she could see herself — her big breasts naked and tortured, her over-painted lips like a red scar across her face, her awkward gait from the toys inside her and above all the mortifying writing all over her body.

James’ face fuckhole.

James’ fuck handles.

Front fuckhole. Back fuckhole.

James’ semen goes here…

Kylie didn’t even ask what James had planned when he led her to sit down on one of her heavy wooden dining chairs. She felt nervous as he strapped her arms behind her, restraining her back against the chair back. Her legs, he strapped open, using short belts to restrain her knees and ankles.

He even used a long belt to tie her hips against the back of the chair seat, while Kylie watched him, trapped between the uncaring sensation that she was sure James’ toy was meant to feel — and a growing fear as to what would happen next.

She didn’t like him restraining her like this. James whistled as he worked, clearly enjoying himself, and that only made her more anxious.

‘Can you be trusted to be quiet, or do I have to gag you as well?’ he asked cheerfully, meeting her eyes.

Kylie saw what she presumed was a gag in his hand and she flinched. Oh hell, she didn’t want him to gag her. It was bad enough being restrained to a chair. The toys inside her, especially the butt plug, felt huger and harder than ever now she was seated on the hard wooden seat.

‘I’ll be quiet,’ Kylie whispered, knowing her eyes were wide with anticipation. It felt like admitting a defeat but she couldn’t face the thought of another indignity.

‘That’s a good girl,’ James smiled, patting her hair, and Kylie blushed with mortification at giving him another victory. ‘I’ll put it here, in your line of sight,’ he added, ‘just in case you’re tempted to change your mind.’

He hung the gag over the back of another chair and Kylie bit her lips together. She couldn’t talk now or complain. No matter what she did, it would gift James a victory — if she was silent, he take that as obedience, and if she was noisy, he would take her disobedience as the chance to humiliate her further by putting a gag in her mouth.

‘What… what are you doing?’ she asked, seeing him pick up the remote to turn on her TV.

‘Watching a movie,’ James winked at her. ‘It’s been a long day and I’d like some peace and quiet to unwind before I fuck you again.’

‘I… I can’t see the screen,’ she said softly, hoping she wasn’t breaching the command to be quiet. Her chair was facing fully away from the screen but in reach of where James would sit on her couch. Every part of her was fully in James’ view.

‘Of course not,’ James chuckled as if she was silly. ‘You’re not watching a movie. You’ll have other things to worry about,’ he winked at her as if this was a fun game they were playing. ‘Do remember to be quiet, won’t you?’ he added, a hint of steel sliding into his voice. ‘I really don’t want to have to interrupt my movie to gag you.’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ Kylie whispered, watching him nervously. All her previous bravado had fled, leaving her in an uncomfortable, compliant state.

She watched with trepidation as James removed a vibrator from his inner pocket, and then her eyes widened as he placed it between her legs, directly against her entrance, perfectly positioned to stimulate her entrance and her clit at the same time. He used some kind of clip to attach it to the chair and she knew it wouldn’t move unless she used violence to push it away from her.

‘I don’t understand,’ Kylie said miserably as James unwound the cord to plug it into the wall. ‘What are you….?’

‘I’m torturing you, darling,’ James explained as if this was a natural part of any evening. ‘The movie is nearly two hours,’ he added, winking at her again. ‘Don’t worry, the vibrator going to be on a low setting,’ he said. ‘I don’t think you could stop yourself from screaming if I put it on a high setting,’ he smirked. ‘You’re going to be horny and desperate for two hours, my dear,’ he sniggered. ‘I think you’ll be ready to beg me to fuck you after that, don’t you?’ he added, chuckling.

‘I don’t want to beg you,’ Kylie said softly, knowing the words were pointless.

‘I don’t care what you want,’ James smirked, reaching down between her legs. ‘Get ready,’ he warned her and Kylie stiffened, suddenly scared. ‘Remember to be quiet,’ James admonished her and Kylie gulped. ‘I won’t hesitate to gag you if I hear more than a whimper out of you, do you understand, girl?’ he said firmly. ‘I won’t have you interrupting my movie.’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ Kylie whispered.

Her brain was running a million miles an hour, suddenly terrified. She wanted to beg and plead him not to do this — she wanted to promise again and again that she would be good, that she would do whatever he said, she would wear whatever he ordered her to, that she would let him fuck her again and again however he wanted.

‘I’d order you not to cum,’ James said, his eyes on hers. ‘But I doubt you can cum with that toy inside you and the clamp on your clit.’

Kylie gulped — the sharp teeth on her clit were biting into her even harder now, seeming to form a throbbing bar across the sensitive piece of flesh. She didn’t think she could cum like this either. Release simply wouldn’t be possible and increasing stimulation would just flow back inside her like a feedback loop.

She met James’ eyes with her own wide, tear-streaked eyes, and she knew she was begging him, pleading him with her eyes, with everything she had, not to do this.

James just sniggered, a short, sharp laugh of derision.

‘You’re a toy, Kylie,’ he said bluntly. ‘You’ll take what I give you.’

Then he switched on the vibrator and it was too late.

True to his word, the toy was on a very low setting but Kylie knew that it wouldn’t take long before even that low setting felt like it was drilling into her. She gasped immediately, before closing her mouth and forcing herself to be quiet. Arousal was growing immediately, flooding through her cunt and clit, making her feel even more sensitive and desperate.

Ignoring her, James whistled to himself as he fetched himself a beer from her fridge — he didn’t usually drink beer around her mother, Kylie knew that, but he did like beer — before settling himself down on the couch and flicking the movie on.

She flushed in humiliation to be reminded that her apartment was the place her mother encouraged her stepfather to behave as he chose — whether it was drinking beer, watching the action movies her mother so much disliked or fucking her daughter…

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.

When I put intense play into my writing, it’s never a description of how these types of play should happen in the real world. There are a lot of people out there who can provide advice on how to do these things for real – listen to them and not me! Love you all 💖

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