Message-ID: <20689eli$9903210435@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ehwolf@hotmail.com Subject: Dan and Daisy 2/? M/f n/c, rape, torture Newsgroups: alt.sadistic,alt.torture,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <7d0vf3$sh9$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 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. -----------== 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 | ----