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.
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 24
[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.]
Kylie didn’t think she could sleep with the gag on but when she came to, groggily, several hours later, she realised she must have drifted off to sleep, possibly even while James was still fucking her.
He had pushed himself into her from behind without fanfare and she had yelped as he stretched her sensitive entrance and channel all over again.
Gods, he was large, and she ached from the hours with the stupid deodorant tube inside her. He had thrust himself hard into her, again and again, while she lay passive, taking it all without complaint. This was what he wanted, she guessed — a compliant toy that he could use for his pleasure.
Damn, I like you like this, he had grunted in the dark, confirming her theory. I’ll do what I want to you, my girl.
Now, lying in the dark, groggy with sleep, Kylie couldn’t remember him cumming. She guessed she had fallen asleep before he had. He had presumably just kept fucking her in her sleep.
Somehow, she couldn’t bring herself to be angry about that.
James was awake too, again, she realised, moving luxuriously against her, clearly enjoying her body against him. Maybe that was why she had awoken in the dark, or maybe it was the horribly uncomfortable, demeaning gag she still wore.
James’ dick was a hard rod pressed against her backside in the dark. He was going to fuck her again. Kylie’s mouth felt stiff and gross from the gag still in her mouth, and suddenly she wanted to cry.
‘Awake, heh?’ James asked, grinding his dick against her in a slow motion. ‘Time to breed you again, darling,’ he grunted as if that was news. He pulled her tight against him in the dark cocoon of her bed, his wandering hand groping her body greedily — her hips, her belly, her breasts. ‘Damn, you’re good for me. Your sweet, soft body. So welcoming and compliant. I should have taken you years ago.’
Kylie moaned softly to herself in humiliation. She had drooled across her face while she slept and there was a wet patch on the bed. James’ cum had dried across her face and breasts too. She felt gross.
She could tell James didn’t care. Maybe he had even forgotten about the gag. He certainly wouldn’t care that she was uncomfortable. He was hard and needy, and he wanted to fuck her and maybe even ‘breed’ her as he called it. He didn’t care whether she wanted that or not — he simply considered this was his right.
Horribly, Kylie realised that the knowledge James didn’t really care about her needs turned her on.
Right now, in the dark, she didn’t have to be anything more than the wet hole James pumped himself into. Some messed up part of her even thought she deserved this — for all the fantasies she had had about James, for all the times she had spent her mother and stepfather’s money without worrying where it was coming from.
Unaware of the mild epiphany Kylie was experiencing, James was pulling her up into a doggie position, her hips high.
As if in a dream, she felt him pushing himself into her without asking, driving deep in one long thrust. She moaned — gods, she was so sensitive.
‘I can tell you’re awake,’ he grunted, stabbing himself into her. ‘Not that I care. Rub your clit, girl. I want you to cum around my dick.’
Kylie wanted to disobey — she was so tired and what right did he have to dictate her orgasms to her anyway? — but she found herself obeying almost automatically, sliding her hand against her clit and starting to rub the sensitive flesh as James ground into her from behind.
It was a heady mix — James was stretching her entrance with large, circular strokes before occasionally stabbing himself deep, and those sensations coupled with her hand meant she was soon trembling, moaning helpless cries into the bed as her arousal spiked.
‘Rub harder,’ James grunted, starting to stab himself into her with short, vicious thrusts. ‘The doctor says it’s good for me when girl’s cunt cums around me. Do it, girl. This is your job.’
Kylie rubbed harder, hating him. Fuck, she didn’t want to cum for him, she didn’t want to be his gods-damned therapy. But the sensations felt so damn good that she also did want to cum — and she might as well have some pleasure from the evening.
‘Do it,’ James growled viciously, starting to stab himself even harder into her, almost hurting her. ‘Cum, you little bitch.’
No, Kylie thought rebelliously but it was too late — James’ relentless thrusts combined with her hand rubbing the nub of her clit had pushed her over the edge, and she gasped into the pillow, feeling her whole body electrified with pleasure, her own juices running hot across her hand and down her thighs.
‘Yes,’ James growled, still stabbing himself into her. ‘Yes. Fuck, you’re a slut, Kylie.’
Then he too was cumming, exploding into her, continuing to stab himself into her again and again as he orgasmed exultantly in the dark.
—
It was mid morning and James had been gone for hours.
He had left soon after they both woke up, after fucking Kylie one more time in missionary position.
He told her that he wanted to have breakfast with her mother, a piece of news that made Kylie feel even less valued.
I might be fucking you, he had said after quickly showering and dressing, but clearly your mother’s my true partner. I don’t want her to have any concerns about how much I value her.
But he doesn’t value me, Kylie had thought bitterly, wincing as he bent down and squeezed her breast before kissing her in parting as if they were genuine lovers. Just like she had always wanted.
Waking up with James above her in the early morning light, buried between her legs, grunting away as he enjoyed her, had brought the reality of her situation back to Kylie. At night-time, she could almost forget he was her stepfather and twice her age. In the dark, she could even lose herself back into that old fantasy where they fucked and he fell in love with her and took her virginity.
But in the bright, cold light of the morning, she couldn’t evade the knowledge that she was letting her stepfather fuck her — and that he was treating her degradingly, obscenely.
Even worse for her dignity, she couldn’t ignore that she enjoyed it. No partner had ever been rough with her like he was — or treated her so demeaningly. She wanted to hate him, and she almost succeeded, until her womb seemed to do somersaults in her body at the simple memory of his dick inside her.
Gods, she was confused.
After he left, she wandered her apartment listlessly, still dressed in the silken robe she had wrapped around herself when he finally left and she was able to climb out of the bed. She hadn’t showered yet, or dressed. She had a lunch booked with some friends, but she wasn’t going, she decided. She didn’t want to talk with them as if her world hadn’t changed, as if she still belonged to their bright, glittery lives.
By mid-afternoon, she had changed her mind but it was too late by then.
A courier had brought a selection of packages — ordered by James, damn him — with more ‘fuck me’ lingerie and high-heeled boots.
For next week, he had asked the shop to add in a note. Kylie had blushed, reading it.
This was an expensive shop and she just knew James would add the price of these outfits to the ‘bill’ she owed him. Would she ever pay him off? She had asked for an account of what she apparently owed him and he had just laughed as if she was silly.
He wasn’t going to give her an account, she already knew that. And he would keep racking up bills to make sure her debt to him remained unpaid.
She would be fucking James as long as he wanted to fuck her.
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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