Chapter Ten: The Queen of Hearts
Anymore, Kendall showers twice a day. She starts her mornings with a hot shower, checking her body for hair and sometimes passing a razor over her smooth flesh just to be safe. In the afternoons, once James leaves, she showers again to wash his semen from her body. The latter is a ritual of guilt. At this point, Kendall has come to enjoy the sticky feeling of James' semen clinging and oozing along her skin. At this point, she views herself both as his slut and his property, but showering is opening a door for her. It is letting her return to her old-new life without carrying so much of the guilt of her new-new life with her.
The problem is, however, that the house reeks of James. Her living room in particular carries the stains of his scent in the floorboards and in the fabric of the couch, and the bedroom is almost as bad. James has, so far, used her so thoroughly in both rooms that no matter where her eyes fall, she finds memories of him everywhere she looks.
She fingers herself often, and she hides her body completely from Jackson. She doesn't even give him glimpses of her cleavage anymore, reserving her most private regions for James' exclusive enjoyment. In under two weeks, James has reduced her to his puppet, his toy to play with when he is bored or horny, and though Kendall should find it horrifying, any extended amount of time spent thinking about it only turns her on.
The problem is that any comparison made between Jackson and James is never kind. Jackson is, if she is honest, objectively better looking. He is also shorter than James and carries himself much more demurely. He has a nice voice and dark eyes, but he doesn't grunt the way that James does during climax, and his climaxes themselves were not nearly as impressive. James, meanwhile, could spank her to an orgasm so good that it would leave her legs numb.
Beyond that, James has insinuated himself into her family. Both her mother and brother have become playthings for his larger, superior cock. Were she just some lone, loon slut, Kendall might have been convinced of her wrong-doing. That two other people--two family members, no less--have been reduced to sex-slaves for James just like she has only serves to validate her situation and feelings.
She still feels guilty, but never when James is there, and each new orgasm finds the following guilt lingering less and less. As she dresses, with the plug showing through her underwear, she finds herself growing excited at the thought of seeing James, and she pulls on a second blouse to hide her swollen nipples. Shorts are next, and then sweats over that to hide the plug. Kendall wants Jackson completely ignorant of what she has become, both for her sake and for his.
Kendall makes the trip to drop off Jackson and the girls. On the way back, she stops to change. Her thin top shows the shape and color of her nipples as they swell against it in defiant arousal. Her panties have already grown wet with her want, and she smiles when she finds James waiting in his truck when she arrives.
She pulls into the drive and then hurries to meet James at his truck. He climbs heavily from the driver side and stares openly at her cleavage as he closes the door. Kendall moves her arms, hooking her hands in front of her and forcing her breasts together for him. She smiles as his eyes linger. "Good morning, daddy."
James grunts and cups her ass. Leading her, he moves laboriously toward the front door. Sometimes, his big body worries her. Having subjugated both her and her mother has only made his indolence worse, it seems, and were she not so infatuated with his dick, she would confront him over his diet. After two years of trying, though, she knows that James wants her quiet and obedient, so she follows him closely and attends to his wants.
Even with all of his weight, Kendall has come to think he is handsome. His eyes alone make her moist and warm. They stop at the door together, and James waits patiently as Kendall moves forward to open it for him. Inside, he goes straight to the bed while she rushes to fetch him a beer. When she returns, she finds James standing with his pants open, his briefs swollen with his manhood. Even limp, James remains quite formidable. When offered the beer, he takes it and swats her on the ass. "C'mon, slut. Set it up. We ain't got all day."
"Right, sorry," Kendall murmurs, climbing onto the bed to move Jackson's pillow. She sets it in the center of the bed while pushing the other pillows off. James eyes her ass as she moves, watches the fabric of the shorts ride up between her cheeks and assume the shape of the plug. It seems to him that she has been true to her word so far and, soon, he will be training her asshole with his person.
Thinking this, James reaches out and cups her ass, stopping her body and holding her in place. Kendall smiles back at him over her shoulder and lowers her upper body to show off her ass even more. James, meanwhile, smacks her ass for the second time since arriving. He watches her flesh shake before saying, "Shit, you got a fine ass, Kendall. Gonna be sweet when I stick my dick up in it."
Kendall giggles and shakes her rear at him. "I agree," she says, though her feelings are more complex than excitement. At this point, she is willing to open up every part of her body to James, but that obedience doesn't prevent her fear. James is a big man, and this is virgin territory he wants to explore.
Thumbing the plug through her shorts, James grins. He forces it slightly deeper and feels Kendall shiver and moan. Reaching back with both hands, she cups her ass cheeks and holds them apart. James' thumb drifts, finding her wet crotch and rubbing her. Moving carefully, he slips his thumb past her panties and into her smooth, yielding pussy. With his thumb inside of her and his thick fingers holding her steady, James growls, "Fuck, you're so much hotter as a slut than you ever were as a girlfriend." He pulls her shorts aside afterward and stares at her stretched asshole holding the plug in place as her pink folds hug his thumb. "You still ain't let the cuck anywhere near this fat ass of yours, have you?
Kendall snorts a laugh. "No, daddy," she purrs. "My ass is completely virgin and all for you." She says it with a hint of pride, as if glad to have saved at least one part for a deserving man like James. By her own reasoning, he isn't good, but as of right now he is the only man that matters. Meanwhile, James removes his thumb and takes hold of her plug, removing it slowly and watching the way her rosebud seems to flex around it in an effort to suck it back in. Kendall winces in mixed pain and pleasure as he removes it completely. Then, smiling back at James, wiggles her ass again. "What're you thinking about, daddy? Too excited to wait?"
James returns the plug with a laugh and, once it is buried to the base, slaps her hard on the ass afterward. "Eventually, slut, but I want you ready for me. I ain't gonna break my dick trying to open up your ass, cause if it's anything like your pussy, it might just crush me."
Kendall smiles thoughtfully at him, gazing at his tented briefs. The thick, long shape of his manhood shows through the stretched fabric of his underwear, capped by a thick, dark stain of precum. He still isn't erect by her estimation, but his limp dick is enough to put to shame any other man she has ever known. She chews her bottom lip while staring, wanting more and more with each passing moment to be ruined by him.
