Message-ID: <20768eli$9903250429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ehwolf@hotmail.com Subject: Dan and Daisy 3/? M/f n/c, rape, torture Newsgroups: alt.torture,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Authentication-Warning: backdraft.philabs.research.philips.com: smap set sender to using -f 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: <7dbu77$455$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 3 After several days of saline injections and corset tightenings, Dan brought Daisy upstairs to his office one day while he worked. He fastened a tight leather collar around her neck and fastened the collar to a short leash so she could squat under his desk while he worked. Daisy glanced at the front door of the house as Dan dragged her past it into his office. If only I'd never come through that door, she thought. She wondered briefly if there was any chance of escape, but noticed with something like horror that the door locked with a combination keypad. There was no way she could get away from Dan to figure out the combination and get the door open. The windows offered no hope, either, all covered with heavy bars. Dan shoved her roughly under his desk and attached the leash to a metal bar that ran across the deskwell. He sat in his desk chair and unfastened his fly. "There you go, slut. That'll give you something to do while I'm working," he said, and began to shuffle papers around on his desk. Grimacing, Daisy began to lick his balls, working her way slowly up his shaft to the head, just the way he'd taught her over the past few days. Yes, he thought as he added up some figures, this girl was working out fairly well. She would be ready to start going out with clients before long--although he was rather enjoying having her around the house. After an hour or so of work, Dan slapped the girl away from his still-hard cock--he rarely came from a blow job alone, although Daisy had had him close several times--and hauled her out from under the desk. He shoved her backward across the desk and straddled her face, burying his cock deep in her throat. "Uhhhh! Yeah, that's good," he grunted as he fucked her face vigorously. Daisy struggled furiously, unable to draw breath with his cock blocking her airway, and he grabbed onto her hair and yanked it roughly until he came, spewing down her throat. "Swallow it all, bitch," he moaned, arching his head back as he emptied his balls into her mouth. "There's a good slut." When he was finished cumming, Dan chained Daisy back under her desk and got back to work. After a while he got up to get himself a cup of coffee, then wandered back down to the basement to fetch a few toys so Daisy wouldn't be too bored while he worked. When he returned, Daisy was fumbling with the catch on the leash, trying to free herself from the bar under the desk. Dan resisted the urge to laugh when he saw her futile effort to escape, but instead stomped into the room, his heavy boots echoing with every step. Daisy froze when she saw him return, her eyes widening with terror as she realized she'd been caught. "What exactly do you think you're doing, slut?" he demanded. Daisy's mouth moved, but no sound came out. Instead her entire body began to tremble with fear, her recently-inflated tits jiggling as she tried to back away from Dan, who advanced on her angrily. He sad down in his desk chair and reached under the desk to haul Daisy out by the collar. "I didn't think I was going to have to punish you this early, slut," he said. "But it looks like you're having some trouble getting the hang of this slave thing." He gripped her face tightly in his hands, pulling her forward so the leash dug tightly into her throat. "You belong to me, bitch. There's no escaping. And you'll do what I want you to do, or you'll be punished." Dan opened his desk drawer and pulled out a set of sharp-toothed alligator clips attached with colorful wires to a small switch box. As Daisy stared at the clips in horror, Dan began to fasten them to her body: one to each of her swollen nipples, several to her outer labia, and two to her inner labia. Then he shoved her back under the desk and placed the toe of his boot firmly against her belly. He sorted through papers on his desk for a few minutes, letting Daisy get used to the clips, before he finally turned the switch box on and flipped the dial to "1." Daisy let out a squeal of pain as an electric shock bit into her cunt lips and nipples. Dan didn't suppress a laugh this time, but reached down to give one of the nipple clips a good twist. "Hurts, don't it?" he said casually. "That's the lowest setting. I'm going to leave it there for one minute. Then I'm going to turn the dial to "2," and I'm going to leave it there for two minutes. And so on, until we get to five. Understand?" "Nnnnn!" said Daisy, still twitching from the shock. Dan laughed. "I'm going to take that as a ‘yes,'" he said, turning up the power. "Y-uhhhhh!" Daisy moaned, bucking wildly, trying to tear the clips off her nipples with her hands. Dan used his free foot to pin one arm against the side of the deskwell. "Now, now, none of that," he said. "You pull those clips off, we'll have to put them back on and turn the dial all the way up to ten. Understand?" Daisy just moaned, although she gripped the bar over her head to keep herself from reaching for the clips. Dan watched her writhe and contort for a couple of minutes before turning the power up again. "Ggggggg! Uhhhh!" she moaned, whipping her head back so hard she bashed it on the underside of the desk. Dan laughed and unclipped her leash so she could flail more freely as he turned the power to "4." "Nearly there, slut," he said, taking his cock out of his pants and stroking it gently as he watched Daisy begin to drool, still gripping the bar for dear life. "Ohhhhhhh! Arrrr!" she said. Dan's cock grew harder still as he turned the power to "5." Daisy let go of the bar now, her entire body convulsing as she began to piss uncontrollably on the floor. Dan closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, jerking off as he listened to Daisy's incoherent grunting and moaning. As he felt orgasm approaching, Dan turned the switch box off and grabbed Daisy by the nipple clips, squeezing them tighter as he pulled her to him. "Gaaaaaa!" was all Daisy could manage as Dan sprayed cum over her face, spattering into her eyes and dripping down her cheeks. "Mmm, that's nice," Dan growled happily as he tucked his cock back in his pants. "Did you like that?" Daisy, who was just beginning to recover from her shock treatment, moaned and shook her head. "Nooo," she whimpered, still quivering as she knelt in a puddle of her own urine, her face covered in Dan's cum. "Hmm, that's too bad," Dan said with a grin. "We'll have to give you some more practice. I'm sure that after a year or two, you'll just live for this kind of game." -----------== 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 | ----