Dan and Daisy 2/? M/f n/c, rape, torture
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DISCLAIMER: This is a fairly brutal story involving non-consensual sex,
torture and body modification. If you are not of legal age, or if you object
to the content, please do NOT read this story. This is a work of FICTION. The
author does NOT condone any of the events depicted herein.
If you're still reading, I'm assuming you're old enough to be here and that
you enjoy reading works like this. The author welcomes feedback and ideas for
future installments of the story.
Dan and Daisy
Chapter 2
Daisy let out a surprised moan as she awoke to find Dan fondling her naked
breasts. Somehow she had fallen asleep tied to the bed, the cruel corset
squeezing her middle tightly, the dried blood and cum from Dan's earlier rape
still drying between her legs. "Ah, good morning, slut," Dan said, and leaned
down to give her a deep kiss on the mouth. She gagged and tried to pull away,
and he responded by squeezing her right nipple tightly between his thumb and
fingernail until she squealled in pain. "All right," Dan announced as he
stood up. "Now that you're awake, we'll start with the rules of the house.
Number one: sluts don't speak unless spoken to. Number two: sluts do what
they're told to do without hesitation. Number three: sluts will happily
accept any order I give them. If I tell you to lick my toilet bowl clean,
you'll do it with a smile. Understand, slut?" Daisy hesitated before nodding
yes, a tear streaming down one cheek. "It doesn't matter to me whether you
live or die, slut," Dan continued. "And it doesn't matter to me whether your
Mama lives or dies, either. Doctors say she's got a pretty good prognosis if
she's under constant care in a nice clean home. But if we move her back to
the county home, I don't know what will happen to her." He grinned as a look
of panic crossed Daisy's face. "Oh, I almost forgot," he said as he turned to
get something from a cupboard along the wall. "Rule number four: sluts must
always have at least one of their holes filled. We can't have you walking
around with a perfectly good cunt and asshole going to waste. Ever been
fucked up the ass, slut?" Daisy shook her head, no. Dan replied with a harsh
slap across the face. "What do you mean, shaking your head at me? Do you mean
‘no'?" he demanded. Daisy, terrified, nodded yes. "Then you tell me ‘no,
Sir.' Or ‘no, Master.' None of this head-shaking bullshit. Unless, of course,
you've got a gag in your mouth. But I kind of like hearing you scream, so
we'll leave your mouth open for now." He set about untying her arms and legs
and hauled her roughly to her feet. "Now we'll see about filling up that
asshole of yours." He shoved her face-down across the bed and forced her into
a kneeling position. "Arch your back. I want that pretty asshole of yours in
the air. Up. Higher. That's a good girl." Dan ran his fingers across Daisy's
puckered pink hole, probing into it with his thumb, wiggling it around until
Daisy moaned uncomfortably. "Now hold still," he said. "Don't go anywhere."
He reached around behind him and produced a thick, cone-shaped butt plug that
narrowed at the end so it would be hard to expel. Without warning, he plunged
it deep into Daisy's asshole, eliciting a screech of pain and surprise from
her. "Very nice," he said, twisting it to test its security. "Now, if I catch
you without that before I take it out, you're going to suffer. If you break
any of my rules, you'll suffer." He grinned. "And I'm going to enjoy making
you suffer." And he pulled her to her feet, where she stood unsteadily,
bow-legged from the butt plug now occupying her tight little hole. "Let's
make sure that corset is nice and tight," Dan said, and circled around behind
her to pull the laces even tighter. Daisy wailed as her insides were squeezed
even tighter. With the plug in her ass, she felt like she had to defecate,
and the pulling of the corset made her want to push the plug out with her
sphincter muscle. When he was finished tightening the corset, Dan grabbed her
by the nipples and pulled Daisy out into the other room, where he had a huge
wooden X-frame set up. He tied her spread-eagled to the frame, her body
pulled tight as she whimpered and cried in protest, not daring to say
anything. Beside the frame was a small metal table set up with what appeared
to be a series of medical instruments, including an enormous syringe that
filled Daisy's heart with terror. "Now we're going to pump you up a little
bit," Dan said. "Most of my clients like their sluts with an hourglass
figure, and that includes much bigger tits than you've got already. We're
going to give you an injection every day." He picked up the syringe and
showed it to Daisy. "Not to worry, it's just a little salt water. It won't
hurt too much." "N-n-n-nnnnn!" Daisy said, her entire body quivering with
fear as Dan brought the needle closer to her left breast. She nearly fainted
as the needle pierced her skin, and as Dan drove the plunger deep, making her
tit swell with the injection of saline, Daisy felt her bladder release, a
fountain of warm piss streaming down her legs. She could feel her breast
swelling with the injection of water, the warmth of the salt water spreading
a burning feeling across her entire chest as she sobbbed. Dan finished
injecting her other breast without a word as Daisy trembled and shook on the
X-frame. When he was finished he surveyed his work, squeezing each sore,
tender breast thoughtfully before untying her and shoving her to the floor in
the middle of the puddle of urine. "Did I say you could take a piss slut?" he
demanded. "W-what? No, Sir," Daisy stammered, looking up at him in terror.
"No, I didn't," Dan agreed. "You don't piss unless I say you can. Now lick it
up, slut.Every drop." And he pushed her face down into the floor with his
boot on the back of her neck.
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