Message-ID: <20673eli$9903200432@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ehwolf@hotmail.com Subject: Dan and Daisy Chapter 1/? M/f, n/c, rape, torture Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <7cva2s$j1a$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> 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 1 "NNNNNnnngggg!" The object which used to be Daisy Fulton let out a desperate, incoherent grunt that sounded more animal than human. In fact, Daisy hadn't been close to human in a long time. Not since her last year of high school, when Mama had gotten so terribly sick and had to go into the nursing home, and her stepfather Jimmy said he could barely afford to keep her in that shithole, let alone send Daisy to college. Instead, he suggested he go to "work" for his friend Dan Mitchell. That would give her enough money to put Mama in a nicer home, and maybe go to college after working for a year or two. Dan was a big bear of a man with short black hair on his head and thick, curly black hair over most of the rest of his body. Jimmy said he worked in construction, but as he dropped her off in the driveway of Dan's enormous house, Daisy thought she'd never seen a construction worker who was that rich. Oh well, she thought....maybe Dan owned the company or something. He sat opposite Daisy in a small office in the front of his house, where he looked her over carefully as she told him about her mother's illness and the money shortage. "So you're looking for a job where you can earn enough money to put your mother in a nice place?" he asked, rubbing his unshaven chin as he looked her over. "Yes, Sir," Daisy said politely. She was a pretty girl, but not stunning, five-three with medium-sized tits and a decent figure. She was an average student, too, smart enough for university although she would certainly never win any major scholarships. "I'll do anything, Sir. Jimmy said you were looking for someone to be your personal assistant." "Assistant?" Dan raised an eyebrow in amusement. "I guess that's one word for it. ‘Slave' is more like it." And he laughed so hard that Daisy chuckled along politely, although she didn't see exactly what was funny. "Are you talking about, like, doing housework and stuff?" she said. "I'm a really hard worker." "There's some housework involved," Dan said, nodding slightly, a smile still playing at the corners of his lips. "Now, did Jimmy tell you this is a live-in position?" Daisy nodded. "He said I probably wouldn't have any social life while I was doing this job. But that's fine with me. I'll do anything to make sure Mama's okay." Dan smiled. "That's good. Are you ready to start, then?" "Yes, Sir." He laughed again. "‘Sir.' I like that. You'll catch on quickly. Come on, I'll show you where you'll be staying." That had been eighteen months ago. Now Daisy hung suspended upside-down by her ankles, her swollen, distended breasts and pussy lips pierced with heated skewers while Dan whipped her back, ass and and upper thighs with a bullwhip for some small perceived infraction. She screamed with the pain, but had long since ceased caring whether she lived or died as a result of her treatment. The first thing he'd done when he got her downstairs to the basement was to lock the door behind them. "You want your mother to be in the nicest nursing home available, right?" Dan said. "Y-yes, Sir," Daisy stammered, looking behind him at the deadbolted lock. "Then you'll do whatever I say while she's in there, understand?" Daisy nodded, although her heart began to race as she realized that he might be thinking of raping her....or worse. "Put your hands over your head," Dan said. He held his arms straight up in the air to demonstrate, and Daisy imitated him. In a flash, Dan had produced a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and fastened them tightly onto Daisy's wrists. She let out a squeal of protest, but she was too frightened to try and run away. Dan fastened the handcuffs to a hook overhead, leaving Daisy struggling to balance on her tip-toes so all her weight was on her shoulders. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Daisy finally managed. "You can't do this! Let me go!" "What do you mean, I ‘can't' do this?" Dan laughed. "Looks to me like you don't have much choice in the matter. Remember, we could leave your mother in that county home." Daisy shuddered, thinking of the smell in that place, and the vacant look in all the residents' eyes. She couldn't leave Mama in a place like that. "W-what are you going to do to me?" she whispered. "I'm going to train you for my little business," Dan told her. "I have clients who pay a lot of money to use pretty young girls like you." A chill swept through Daisy's body and she began to cry. "No, please. I can't do that....please, no," she blubbered, struggling as she dangled from the ceiling. Dan laughed as he wandered off into the shadows. "I like the sound of that," he said. "You beg very well. People pay a lot of money to hear that." Daisy let out a scream as Dan re-approached her and began to circle her thoughtfully. He was carrying a huge hunting knife that gleamed in the dim light of the basement. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you....yet," he smiled. "At least, not if you hold still." And with that, he began to cut her clothes off her body with the knife. "W-hat are you doing?" Daisy sobbed, trying hard but unsuccessfully not to struggle. "This is my b-best outfit." "Aaw, that's so cute. You wore it for your job interview, didn't you?" he said. "That's okay, I'll give you lots of nice clothes to wear once we get rid of these old things." He tossed the shreds of her clothes aside and circled her a few more times. Daisy had never been naked in front of a man before, and sobbed copiously as he examined her. Dan ran his hands over her body, lifting each of her breasts in turn, tweaking the nipples, stroking her belly softly before working his way down between her legs. "Uhhh! Stop!" Daisy moaned, trying to pull her legs together. Dan responded with a sharp slap to her rear end. "Spread them," he barked in a no-nonsense tone she didn't dare disobey. His fingers crept up between her thighs, parting her labia and rubbing against her vaginal opening before creeping back and prodding against her anus. Daisy wriggled her hips uncomfortably, but didn't say anything, just pressed her lips together and wept. Daniel's hands travelled back up her body, pressing in at her waist and seeming to weigh her breasts one by one. "We'll have to make some modifications," he said finally. "My customers like their slaves a certain....style. I'm afraid you're not quite shapely enough yet." "What do you mean?" Daisy squeaked, more terrified by the casual tone in his voice than she had been when he snapped at her. "Well, your tits are nice, but they're nothing special," he said, absently pulling at her nipples. "We'll have to pump those up considerably. And your waist....well, it's entirely too large. We'll have to cinch that in. Hang on, I'll go get you something to wear." Daisy didn't immediately realize what it was Dan brought back from the next room, but when he began to lace it up, she realized it was a leather corset with holes cut for her breasts to stick out. She gasped as he began to lace it up behind her, pulling her waist in so sharply she felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. "I can't--I can't breathe," she whispered frantically. "Not to worry. You'll get used to it eventually," he said. When he'd finished binding her into the hot, tight corset, Dan began to play with her breasts in earnest. Daisy shifted around uncomfortably as he pinched her nipples hard. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Hasn't anyone ever played with your titties before?" Dan said with a smile that was almost gentle. Daisy shook her head, no, and Dan laughed. "What, you mean you're a virgin?" She nodded, nearly hyperventilating with fear and the pain of the corset pressing her insides together. "I don't fucking believe it," Dan said. "Jimmy's found some good ones before, but never a fucking virgin." Daisy quivered as Dan erupted into another gale of laughter. He pulled the handcuff key from his pocket and unlocked her wrists, and Daisy wondered for a brief moment whether he was going to let her go. "Get in there," Dan said, pointing to another room. "We'll take care of that little virginity problem right now." Daisy glanced furtively at the door, but Dan was easily 250 pounds to her 130, and there was no way she could beat him up the stairs with that corset on. So, meekly, she stumbled into the other room as Dan walked slowly behind her. She heard the sound of him unzipping his fly and locking a second door behind them as she realized there was a bed in the room. "Lie down," he said simply. "Let's get this over with so we can start your training." Daisy sat on the edge of the bed and gasped as the corset cut even deeper into her midsection. She swung her legs around and lay flat on her back as Dan stood over her and lowered his jeans to his knees. "Have you ever seen one of these before?" he said, stroking his half-hard penis. Daisy shook her head slightly. "N-not really," she whispered, staring at the organ with a look of horrified fascination. "Not like....like that. I saw little Mikey Olivera's when I was babysitting him....I had to give him a bath...." "Well, this is a lot different then, isn't it?" he said with a smile. His tone of voice was different now, huskier as his eyes roamed her body. "Y-yes, Sir," she whispered, not knowing what else to say. Her eyes widened with fear as he approached closer. "Please," she said. "Please?" Dan arched an eyebrow. "Please what?" "P-please don't." He laughed. "Don't what?" he said. "Don't p-put that inside me...." "Put what?" he said, looming near her face with his nearly-erect penis. He was uncircumsized, and the head of his instrument protruded from the foreskin like an enormous veined snake in a sleeping bag. His entire lower belly and pubic area was thick with coarse black hair. "Put WHAT?" Dan repeated. "Y-your--your thing," she finally managed. "My ‘THING'?" he echoed, and threw his head back to roar with laughter. "This ‘thing' is my cock, you little slut, and you'd better get used to saying that, because you're going to be begging for it before long." Daisy's face contorted with disgust at the idea of begging for such a repulsive thing, and she turned her face away from Dan. He gripped her jaw with his right hand and turned her back to face him. "I'm going to put this in every hole in your body, slut. Do you understand that?" "Stop calling me that," she whimpered. "Calling you what?" "‘Slut.' My name is Daisy," she said. "Your name is whatever I say it is, slut," he said, and squeezed her jaw a little tighter. "But here's one thing for sure, your name is never going to be ‘Daisy' again. As soon as I put my cock in your worthless little slut cunt, Daisy Fulton ceases to exist. You belong to me....or to whoever I happen to sell you to. You want to keep your mother out of that county hellhole? Then you are a slave. Bitch." He let go of her face and stepped up onto the bed, straddling her face with his cock dangling over her mouth. "Open up, slut," he ordered. "Take my cock in your mouth. And if I feel so much as a hint of teeth, I'm going to cut off your tits. Understand." Her lips trembling, Daisy opened her mouth wide. Dan ran the head of his cock around her lips, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum as he went. "You probably won't like the taste of cum to start off," he said conversationally. "Most girls don't. But you'll get used to it, and then you'll probably love it." He inserted the head of his cock into her mouth and stroked her hair thoughtfully, almost gently. "Suck it," he said quietly, and smiled slightly, his icy blue eyes warming slightly. Daisy locked her lips around his shaft and sucked it gingerly, nearly gagging on the taste. "It's okay," Dan said. "It won't hurt you. Flick your tongue around the end a little bit. That's a good girl." He stroked her cheek as his organ grew harder in her mouth, twitching with arousal. "You know, it's been a long time since I fucked a virgin. I'm going to enjoy this," he said thoughtfully. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and lay down on top of her, spreading her legs with his, his weight crushing what little air she still had out of her lungs. The look of pain in her eyes was intense as he pushed his cock up against the entrance to her tight, dry pussy and slowly inserted it into her hole. She moaned and wriggled beneath him as he began to tear her open painfully. "Ah, there it is," he said thoughtfully as her cherry blocked his passage. A quick thrust of his hips took care of the blockage, and Daisy let out a wail of agony and humiliation as he destroyed the virginity she had worked so hard to preserve for her husband. Dan began to fuck her in earnest now, as the blood from her maidenhead lubricated his journey, the squeals of pain from the girl beneath him only serving to excite him more. Eventually Daisy succumbed to the pain and lay back, waiting for him to finish. Finally he slowed his thrusts, his eyes glazing over momentarily as his cock began to spill its juices into her. When he finally pulled out of her, Daisy's entire chest felt like it was about to collapse as the corset pulled her body into an unnatural hourglass shape. Dan set about tying her to the bed as she tried to regain her breath. Once he had her arms and legs securely knotted to the headboard and footboard, he leaned down and kissed her deeply on the mouth. Daisy was too sore and humiliated to fight as Dan's warm, wet tongue probed deeply into her mouth. "I think you'll do well, little slut," he said, giving each of her nipples another twist. "I'll be back in a little while and we can do something about these. -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----