‘You’re a toy, Kylie,’ James said bluntly. ‘You’ll take what I give you.’ Then he switched on the vibrator. Kylie knew that it wouldn’t take long before even it felt like it was drilling into her.
She forced herself to be quiet. Her 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 before settling himself down on the couch and flicking the movie on…
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 22
[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.]
Note: A reader asked me about when there might be more Kylie’s Obedience – here’s a couple of chapters, thanks for enjoying!
Kylie’s suffering felt unbearable before the opening credits even finished.
She was biting her lips together to stop herself crying out as shivery, gooey arousal ran through her, melting her. Fuck it felt good — she was melting from the inside out, her whole groin felt like butter, pulsing with arousal that flooded in waves through her.
James ignored her, watching the movie, but Kylie knew he was aware of misery and her arousal. She knew he was enjoying it.
He would have ample evidence in future to accuse her of being a slut, that was for sure. She couldn’t stop herself gasping and moaning under her breath, before rocking her hips desperately as she sought some means of release.
There was no release.
She was too full of the horrible, uncomfortable hard deodorant tube, and rocking her hips only served to press it harder against her g-spot, arousing her further. Each time she moved, the clip on her clitoris seemed to dig into her, stabbing and crushing the sensitive area — teasing her and denying her ultimate pleasure.
James’ movie was an action movie with chase scenes — also unusual for James, but Kylie knew that, same as with the beer, he was letting a less cultured part of him out beyond his usual restrained, urbane self. On the second long chase scene, with a slight smile on his face, she saw his hand move on the remote of the vibrator, and then she was gasping as the horrid little toy notched up by a couple of settings.
Oh gods, it was too much. Suddenly Kylie was gasping and biting her lips, desperate not to make a sound, bucking her hips desperately as she sought to evade the sensation. James sat calmly, a slight smile on his face, and she felt as though he had one eye on her and one eye on the movie.
When the car chase was finally over, he dropped the setting back down and Kylie slumped in the chair, feeling exhausted.
James had loosened his collar and cuffs and rolled up his shirtsleeves after he sat down. Now, he sat back, relaxed and comfortable in her favourite big armchair, sipping from his beer as he watched the movie on her huge 4K screen.
Kylie watched him desperately, knowing she was becoming obsessed with watching him — his uncaring, relaxed posture as he enjoyed his evening. The movie wasn’t even half over and she had no idea how she was going to survive.
The next action sequence came far too soon, and soon Kylie was panting, gasping, trying desperately not to shriek and scream as James jacked up the vibrator again. She was fighting the restraints, but the chair was too strong and the belt restraints too cunningly and tightly wrapped around her legs and hips and arms.
When the characters in the movie started a shoot-out, James flicked the setting up one notch higher and suddenly Kylie couldn’t help it — an immediate high-pitched wail came out her mouth before she could stop it.
‘Quiet!’ James snapped, directing her eyes to look at the gag — reminding Kylie of the consequences of making more noise. Vindictively, he flicked the switched one setting higher and Kylie gasped, swallowing, before biting her lips and forcing herself to breathe.
Oh gods, she had to be quiet, she had to be quiet. She closed her eyes and breathed, trying to relax, but relaxation was beyond her. She just had to endure, to breathe and feel her body clenching and unclenching, desperately wishing that this was over.
‘That’s it, darling,’ James said patronisingly as he lowered the setting again. ‘Remember this is a punishment, girl. I’m disciplining you. Don’t let me hear your voice again, or there will be consequences.’
Kylie felt herself hearing James’ voice in her head, over and again, repeating all the degrading things he had said to her tonight.
Such a whinger. It’s time you grew up. Not everything in life is easy. Pushing a baby out will hurt as well.
You don’t say ‘no’ to me. Now, will you be good or do I have to restrain your legs as well like a disobedient animal?
Good girls don’t lie. I’ll train that out of you in the end, Kylie. I know you want my baby inside you as well, don’t you?
When this sweet belly of yours swells with my seed, I know you’ll prostrate yourself at my feet in gratitude.
Humiliated, goaded beyond endurance at the ongoing sensations, Kylie almost let another wail escape her mouth. The gag, hanging over the back of another chair, caught her eye and she swallowed the sound instead, wondering if she imagined the look of satisfaction on James’ face as he saw her obeying his directive to be silent.
Gods, it was demeaning for him to have this much control over her.
And fuck, the sensations were too much. They were flooding through her now, everything was too much. Each time she remembered what he had said to her earlier, it increased her arousal horribly — as if somehow her body liked being treated as if she was his toy.
You’re my toy to play with, James had said. A sweet little toy, to fuck and torment a little and to plant a baby inside. The best type of dress-up toy.
Shivering, moaning to herself, Kylie knew it was true. She had had the opportunities to do something real with her life — to study, to work, even to volunteer in some ridiculous charity, and she had refused them all, just wanting to spend money and party. What was she worth now, except as his slut and toy?
James was an arsehole though. He was enjoying tormenting her. She was struggling to stop herself from screaming — and it was just a game to him, nothing more.
The second half of the movie passed in a blur. Kylie felt as though she was hanging on by the skin of her teeth — zoning in and out, trying to use every single meditation and yoga technique she had ever learned in her haphazard life to survive the arousal that surged through her again and again.
After what felt like an age, she saw with vague relief that the credits were rolling. She was almost hanging in the restraints by now, the chair wet and gross beneath her. She knew she was moaning helplessly, swallowing the sound as best she could.
She was trying to be silent but it was too much and she was too tired. She was so wet between her legs. She knew her cunt was sodden and dilated, opened up by the continual arousal.
‘I told you to be quiet, toy,’ James spoke mildly, glancing away from the credits to run his eyes, hard and critical, down over Kylie’s exhausted body — not giving an inch. ‘Or do you want me to punish you? I think you do.’
Kylie didn’t reply, whimpering to herself in complaint. She couldn’t stop herself moaning — she was too tired and too overwhelmed.
With dread, she saw a mean smile cross James’ lips — and then, as if moving in slow motion, she saw him pick up the remote on the vibrator and push the setting up to its highest notch.
‘No!,’ she cried out before she could stop herself, but James — predictably — ignored her, and then she was screaming, thrashing in the restraints.
Fuck, it was too much, it was too much…
Kylie’s Obedience: Chapter 23
Fuck, it was too much, it was too much. Kylie needed to cum but she couldn’t. She needed to get up off this chair as well, she needed to pull her legs together, but she couldn’t.
The vibrator was hammering into her clit as if it was a power drill and she couldn’t escape the sensations.
Vaguely, she realised James was standing, leaving the movie credits running until the end but not watching it. He stood over her, looking down at her with a harsh expression on his face.
‘I told you to be quiet!’ he snapped, as Kylie screamed.
‘I can’t!’ she wailed, hating him, choking and screaming again as another wave of arousal flooded through her. She was so exhausted, inside and out, from fighting the harsh restraints.
Kylie watched him picking up the gag and she gulped in fear and humiliation — before wailing again, louder than before. She had to be silent or he would gag her. But she couldn’t. Everything was too much and she knew she had completely lost any ability to control herself.
She knew James disliked a lack of self control more than anything in her — and she had the wild thought that he had pushed her to this state precisely for this purpose.
He had wanted her to lose control, so that he could punish her for it. So that he could hold it over her, demonstrate again and again how she was only suited to be his fucktoy.
‘Well, then,’ James said predictably, his satisfaction rolling off him in waves. ‘I guess it’s time for you to learn about consequences, isn’t it, my darling? I thought you were smarter than this, Kylie,’ he snickered softly.
Kylie turned her face away to avoid the gag but James grabbed her easily by her hair, using his strength to force her back to face him.
‘Bad girl,’ he said, dropping the gag briefly to slap her face with his free hand. ‘You don’t ever try to evade me when I’m enjoying you, Kylie.’
While Kylie was still gaping in shock that James had actually slapped her, he fitted the gag easily into her mouth — it was a simple ring gag that sat behind her teeth, straps tightening around her head to hold her jaw open.
Kylie gagged almost immediately as she forgot to swallow. She was still screaming, her eyes filled with tears, and the gag was just one final piece of humiliation. She hated the thought of how she looked. Absolutely nothing would be elegant or sophisticated about her right now, and she had always insisted on being elegant at all times — even while working out or partying or having sex.
She whimpered as James increased her humiliation by using a strap and some fasteners to restrain her head back against the chair, forcing her to sit with her face upturned, unable to turn her head to either side.
‘Consequences, Kylie,’ he said softly, rubbing his thumb back and forth across her lips as if touching her was a game. ‘I think you’re going to be better behaved for me next time, aren’t you, my dear?’
Kylie whimpered, choking as she forgot to swallow. Through her blurred vision, she realised James was stripping, and soon he stood in front of her, fully naked. He was hard too, she saw — clearly torturing her pleased him — and he stood still, masturbating in front of her, a slight smile on his face.
She was still crying out but her cries were interrupted now by her choking and coughing every time she forgot to swallow. It was hard to swallow with a gag on and her head bent backwards like this. The vibrator was still on its high setting but she realised it wasn’t as bad anymore — or rather, she was riding so many endorphins that maybe she just couldn’t feel it anymore.
‘I like you like this, little girl,’ James spoke smugly. ‘Maybe I’ll make this my regular movie night,’ he grunted, his forehead creasing as his own arousal mounted. ‘You, tied to a chair, mine to do whatever I want to. I’ve certainly got plenty of fantasies that I could act out with you like this.’
No… Kylie tried to scream but the word came out unintelligible past the gag.
‘Heh,’ James grunted. ‘That sounded like ‘yes, please, Daddy’. You like that idea, don’t you? You’re such a slut.’
He was going to cum, Kylie realised. He was going to cum on her and suddenly the thought was more that she could bear. He had tortured her and cum inside her, and written humiliation slogans on her body, and gagged her — and now he was going to ejaculate onto her, making her even more filthy.
She screamed as she tried desperately to escape, all the sensations from the vibrator that had died away into the background flooding back, overwhelming her.
Oh gods, it was too much, she couldn’t deal with it anymore. Kylie gagged again, still screaming, and through her teary vision she saw James’ whole body go rigid with pleasure, and then he was cumming, exploding his hot seed across her body — from her belly up to her breasts and then higher, across her chin and some even landing in her open mouth.
‘Damn’, James said, taking a deep breath. His eyes were nearly closed and she could still see his pleasure in every line of his body.
I’m his toy, she thought dully. A pretty blow-up doll with nerve endings.
Kylie watched as if in a trance as he reached out and thankfully switched the vibrator off. Her body felt gross — James’ cum was thick and wet and sticky on her skin, coating her. It felt so degrading, and suddenly she almost thought she preferred it inside her cunt, even with the risk of him impregnating her that way.
James grabbed himself a glass of water and stood over her as she collapsed in the restraints.
‘You’re a mess,’ he said critically — as if it wasn’t his fault, she thought vaguely. ‘Frankly, I wish I could leave you like this for longer but I want to fuck your babyhole.’
Kylie felt herself watching him helplessly as he drained his glass of water, before grabbing another one from the kitchen. It was so fucking humiliating to be so completely in his power.
‘I guess I should untie you,’ he said, still looking down at her as if she was a work of art and him the sculptor. ‘You can have the clamps off and that thing out of your cunt. I want to fuck you there — I’ll put some more seed into you. Damn you’re good for me. I should have done this years ago.’
Kylie gulped, blushing, her cunt suddenly feeling like it had a target placed on it.
‘I’ll leave the gag in until you’ve shown me — in your bed — how much you want to please me,’ James continued coldly.
Kylie felt herself turned into a pliant toy all over again as James removed the restraints, almost picking her up to move her into her bedroom. He fed her a glass of water as well, laughing softly as she dribbled much of it humiliatingly down her body, unable to drink properly with the gag.
With relief — and much embarrassment — she felt him removing the deodorant tube from her cunt. She sensed his amusement at how wet she was, and he pushed five of his fingers deep into her, showing her that he knew how aroused she was — and that he could do what he wanted to her body.
‘I should have tortured you like that years ago,’ he said cheerfully and Kylie blushed. She was lying on her back, her knees high and her feet wide. She knew she looked like a wanton slut but she was simply too tired to care. ‘You’re so much more fun after I’ve destroyed you a little,’ he smirked.
Kylie gasped in sudden fear as he moved his hands to the hairclip on her clit. It didn’t hurt too much coming off, thank goodness, but she screamed humiliatingly loudly as he unclipped the clamps off her nipples. Fuck it hurt as the blood rushed back into the tortured nubs.
‘I can’t work out if I prefer when you’re silent or when you’re screaming,’ James said, laughing at her — he was mercilessly teasing each of her nipples between finger and thumb and she was crying out in complaint. Fuck, how dared he hurt her like that?
True to his word, James didn’t remove the gag, and Kylie felt herself hating him all over again as he pulled the blankets up over both of them and turned down the light.
His words drifted back to her.
I’ll leave the gag in until you’ve shown me — in your bed — how much you want to please me.
Kylie whimpered softly to herself as James pulled her tight against him, his groin cupping her butt, his hand on her breast.
His cock was hard against her backside and she trembled in anticipation — he’d be inside her again soon, using her with the same rough, deep strokes she was growing used to.
She didn’t even know if she had any energy left to please him.
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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