Daisy’s Undoing

Trigger warning; abduction, restraint, punishment, humiliation

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‘chapter 1; Lasciate Ogni Speranza.’

Daisy woke up in darkness. Sitting up from the concrete floor, she tried to pick herself up before tumbling down, her wrists handcuffed together.

She paused, waiting for her head to clear- how did she get here? The last Daisy remembered was her assistant manager sheepishly admitting a system crash had erased a client list. Daisy left work an hour late, furious knowing she’d have to come in an hour early tomorrow. She didn’t remember reaching her car; funny, Daisy thought, what a huge, life-or-death issue that client list was, and now, suddenly, she couldn’t care less about the client list or the company.

In a twisted way, it was nice.

There was a click- the room was barely six feet square, with brick walls. She was wearing the blouse and skirt she had left work in, but she didn’t think of that- she thought of the tall, broad-shouldered man with one hand on a lightswitch and the other holding a cardboard box. He wore construction boots, jeans, and a black leather jacket, his hands and face hidden by black gloves and a hood.

Daisy screamed, scurrying into a corner. The box hit the floor as the man lunged forward, grabbing the chain between the handcuffs, easily hoisting Daisy to her feet. With one bear-like grip, he ripped her blouse away. She twisted, kicking at his crotch. He shoved her to the wall, firmly grabbing her face under the jaw.

“You’re safe here,” he said in a raspy, indistinct voice, “but if you cooperate, it will be better for you. Trust me.” Paralyzed with anxiety, Daisy hung from the cuffs pinned against the wall overhead as the man ripped off her skirt, then bra, then plain cotton panties.

The man stepped back, letting Daisy stand on her own. He crossed his arms, staring at her. She looked at the ground, blushing so hard she felt every inch of skin radiate.

“Take off your shoes,” the man stated nonchalantly.

Daisy glared at him in disbelieving defiance. He didn’t move. “Are you going to cooperate,” he said, his voice growing sterner, “Or do you want to find out how I treat toys that won’t play along?”

Too scared to swear, she half-bent over, half-raised her legs up, trying not to look sexy.

“Good,” the man hissed as she dropped the other shoe, “Now, turn around.”

Biting her lip, hiding as much of herself as she could behind her arms, she slowly rotated around her heel, her skin blotchy and freckled under the cheap bulb, though it was smooth and healthy, stretched over a muscular, curvy frame. When she turned back around, the man was holding the cardboard box, prying it open and tossing it at her feet.

“Put these on.”

Daisy looked into the box, and her heart stopped. Oh, no way, she thought, no way in hell am I dressing up like this, this is crazy.

The man noticed her hesitation less than a moment into it. “If you want me to be nice, you’ll put it on.”

Gritting her teeth, she reached into the box. Being handcuffed added a challenge, but it was slow, not impossible. Everything was covered in absurdly elaborate, delicate lace, woven into intricate patterns of glaring white silk. Thigh-high stockings, arm-length mesh gloves, a firm-fitting corset that must have been tailored to her body, and a lacy garter belt that rode low across her hips, straps dangling down the front and back, latching to the stockings, a pair of slippers, and nothing else- a ridiculous get-up, really, somehow more revealing than just complete nudity.

She gasped as the man stepped toward her, flicking his wrist over her shoulder- a collar wrapped neatly around her neck, and he fitted and latched it with one hand in a single motion. He leaned down, trailing down the chain leash attached to the collar, running it under Daisy’s handcuffs so the chain ran taut between her round, whimpering breasts.

“Pick a safeword,” he said, stepping over to the door.

“Huh?”

“A safeword,” he repeated, opening the door into darkness, “It’s the one choice, the one control you get. If you do well, you get more.” He turned to her- through the hood, she could tell he was grinning widely. “Are you ready?”

‘Chapter 2; Down the Rabbit Hole’

Daisy cocked her head to the side, confused. The man repeated, patiently, “What’s your safeword?”

She stammered, blushing, trying to cross her arms over her breasts and her lace-trimmed legs, “uh, ah- MertCo Limited,” she said, naming the chief client her company had pressured her so much over.

This time, the man cocked his head to the side. “Can you remember that?”

“Yes,” she replied curtly, pretending not to be embarrassed by the silly choice.

“Well,” he said, coming out into the pitch blackness outside the room, “Let’s go. You have a long night.” He tugged the leash, and she stumbled through the door.

He shut the door behind him, leaving them both in perfect darkness. The leash went slack, hanging down her cleavage and swinging gently against her thighs. She heard heavy footsteps moving away from her, and ahead of her, she heard his voice say, “follow me.”

She only hesitated a moment. Gulping, she edged her toe forward, cautiously sweeping it against the smooth concrete floor. The next step came easier, and the one after that even easier as she started to trust she wouldn’t get led into a wall. The comfortable, flat slippers made it easy to reach where the man was waiting, when she heard him walk off again. “This way,” he said through the darkness. This repeated several times, until they were both lost somewhere deep in the darkness.

She had gotten accustomed to walking over to his voice when he surprised her by grabbing her, cupping his wide, strong hand under her jaw. Leaning in close to her, he whispered, “Tell me your two favorite names.”

“Wh- what?”

“Your favorite names. If you had two pet kittens, what would you name them?”

“I…” Daisy stammered, unsure what to make of the request, “I don’t… Fluffy, and, uh… Tinkerbell.”

The man put one of his hands to her breast and gently sqeezed it. She heard a gentle ‘pop,’ and her spine tingled as she felt something strange and soft and wet and oddly abrasive dragging across the skin over her nipple. She quickly recognized the strong, synthetic aroma reaching her nostrils as the ink from a marker. The man moved to her other breast, and she paid attention to the marks he was making on her skin- ‘T… I… N…’ Oh God, she thought to herself, a warm bloom of blush inflaming her cheeks in the darkness, he made me name my own breasts.

Completing the label, the man released her breast and circled around her in the darkness. “You work in sales, right?”

Daisy hesitated, unsure how to answer. “I- that’s right.”

“What’s some of your work? Tell me the last good slogan you came up with.”

Daisy’s heart was already racing, but thinking about work made her stomach turn. Her knees buckled, but she tried to keep a steady voice. “Let’s see… we were hired by this catering company… ‘our pleasure is to serve you’.”

She heard the movement of him kneeling down behind her. He wrapped his fingers around her thigh right under the buttock, gripping it tightly and pushing up the cheek. Daisy made to twist around, but the stranger said in a calm yet fierce voice, “Are you gonna be a good doll?” Clenching her fists, she grimaced and held still as the marker scratched against her butt. Following the pattern of the felt tip, she realized he was writing ‘OUR PLEASURE’ on her left cheek. Hidden in the darkness, her face was open-mouthed and incredulous as she thought, what? oh, come on, really?

Finishing his inscription, the man stood up and circled around her again. She heard some strange clicking she couldn’t recognize, but made her nervous.

“Tell me,” his voice came back, “What’s your sign?”

Daisy grimaced, not knowing how she would regret telling him but expecting she would find out. “Virgo,” she said, figuring there’s no point in lying.

The man chuckled. “I’d hoped you were Aquarius. Ah, well. Vee…” As he said the letter, pressure clamped down on Daisy’s nipple- firm and only a little painful, like a clothespin wrapped in felt tape. “Eye…” another one on her other nipple, “Are… Jee…” she squirmed as more pins clamped gently onto the lips of her labia majora, “and… Ooohhh…” his voice trailed off as another felt-covered clamp bunched up the skin around Daisy’s clitoral hood.

Daisy bit her lip, stifling a squeal. She panted heavily, her head spinning from the stimulation, when the chain attached to her collar went taut, pulling her wrists up as the man raised the leash.

“Now. Let’s have some fun.”

‘Chapter 3; Task management’

There was a click, and nearby a lamp lit up. Daisy saw the room they were in- much bigger, the walls were hidden in darkness, but by the lamp was a post, a big load-bearing beam running from floor to ceiling. There were some straps hanging off of it, and some metal rings anchored onto it, but Daisy’s attention was on a protuberance, what looked like a small, black rubber dildo fixed to the post at just above knee height, angled downward.

The masked man walked over to the post, dragging her gently by the leash. The chain pulled at her handcuffs and firmly drew her by the collar, and she shuffled along with him, wincing and shivering as the felt clips on her crotch swayed with her hips.

He dropped the leash and turned to Daisy. “Get down and penetrate yourself,” he said matter-of-factly, gesturing at the rubber member.

Daisy scoffed, trying to cross her arms as far as the cuffs would allow. “Are you joking? This is ridiculous!”

He stepped up to her, towering a good six inches over her.

“You,” he said in a steady, humorless baritone, “Are going to get on your knees, and you are going to wrap your cunny around that cock, and you’ll enjoy it because you’re so grateful I gave you a second chance.”

There was a moment’s pause. Daisy huffed, twisting her face into a snarl as she turned away from him. She inspected the post, and quickly realized that the dildo was angled so that she would have to get on all fours and force her ass up the post. Her blush spreading well past her face and neck, all the way to her shoulders and chest, she turned away from the post and got on her knees, then put her hands on the ground.

“Oh,” the man said, “You’d better not drop any clothespins.”

Daisy rolled her eyes. Looking over her shoulder and between her legs, she tried to navigate her vulva to the tip of the synthetic cock. Her hands cuffed, she couldn’t guide the dildo by hand, so she had to rely on the dexterity of her hips. The lace on her stockings and garter belt brushed her skin gently, sending shivers up her spine, while the wagging clips on the lips of her sex pulled at her flesh, giving her an itch that threatened to drive her mad.

On her elbows, she finally brought the head of the member against the soft petals of her genitalia. Digging her toes into the concrete ground, she pushed off, lifting her knees from the ground and arching her back as her ass rose higher into the air, sliding up the length of the false penis.

As she reached the base of the phallus, the strain of the girth against her pussy stretched her lips enough that the two clips on her labia slipped and clattered to the ground.

“Ohh, too bad,” the man said, now standing behind her with ready hands, “Still, just two! That’s pretty good- I’d hoped there’d be more.” He reached under and flipped a couple of leather straps attached to the post up under her thighs, wrapping them around right at the crease with the hip. Startled, Daisy kicked around. “Don’t,” he corrected, “You could hurt yourself.”

Her hips were now securely lashed to the post, her ass pointed straight up hanging well off the ground, impaled on a soft jelly dong. The man circled to stand in front of her, grabbing the chain of her handcuffs, heaving them up to shoulder-height. Daisy felt awkward, her backside pressed against a post and her front half hanging from her wrists twisted back overhead- he had apparently tied the cuffs to one of the rings with a long cord, so that her body was level with the ground but her head raised.

“Two pins, two questions, let’s see-” before she could react, she felt something cold and metal being shoved into her mouth, clicking against her teeth. Falling into the groove of her cuspids, the dental clamps locked, clicking into position as they gradually pried her jaw open.

“Text One,” the man said, grabbing a handful of Daisy’s hair and picking up her head like a cat by its nape, “Radiator maintenance.” Daisy orated some vowels before feeling something smooth and hot press against her tongue. The man had stuck his penis into her agape mouth- it was clean, but way too thick to fit- the man would only make it to the back of her mouth, keeping a gentle in-out rhythm. Daisy was so surprised and humiliated she barely noticed the bizarre doggerel the man was droning on about. “-Sure there are no leaks, the antifreeze is bright green, always wait at least-” She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to shut out the whole scene.

Soon, the man went silent. He removed his penis, detached the jaw clamp, and crouched down in front of her. “How often should you check the radiator?”

“Huh? Uhhn… I… I don’t know.”

He sighed, rising to his feet. He walked over to the post and crouched down. “Repeat after me,” he said, “I. Will. Learn. To. Listen.”

Losing the will to argue, Daisy obliged. “…I-” she was cut off by a sharp smack of a gloved hand spanking her exposed ass. Reluctant, she knew better than to argue, and continued. “…Will” smack “Learn” smack “To” smack “Listen.”

She winced, expecting the last spank. Instead, the hand gently pressed against the skin, giving her glutes an affectionate squeeze. “Good,” the man said, returning to crouch in front of her. “Now, what color is antifreeze?”

Daisy’s eyes lit up. “Green! B-bright green!”

The man spread his hands open in front of him, happily. “Great! You’re learning already!”

‘Chapter 4; A tight fit’

“Well,” the man said with a sigh, “It’s been fun.” He unhitched the strap from her cuffs, and she moaned in relief as her arms were gently lowered to the ground. “But, you’ve got a busy night, and I don’t wanna hog all the fun for myself.” Standing at the post, he knelt down and opened a glass jar. Daisy didn’t see what it was, but could sense him tying something to another ring on the post. Her whole weight hanging from the straps around her hips, Daisy rested her head and arms on the concrete ground, feeling the blood circulate again. Her eyes bugged out when she felt something soft and round, the size of a walnut and covered in slime, pressed against her prone anus. She opened her mouth to say something, then decided against it. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her fists as the man slowly but firmly pressed the object past her sphincter. Daisy’s hips twisted against the straps as he shoved in another, then another, then another, making the whole length of the dong shift around inside her with a maddening sensation.

He tugged on the straps around Daisy’s thighs, loosening the knots. She gasped, and Daisy’s legs shivered as she inched down the length of the dildo, the now-swollen mound between her thighs rubbing down the smooth post until she lay splayed-out on the floor.

“Don’t get to comfortable,” the man said, knocking the lamp to the floor, where it shone on an air vent in the wall against the floor. “That door locks from the outside, and this,” he tore the grate off the vent, making a two-foot square hole, “is your only way out.” Daisy looked up at him drowsily as he knelt down in front of her. He pulled something out of his pocket, bent it and shook it, then gently tucked a lit glowstick into Daisy’s teeth.

“Your reward. Bright green, right?” He chuckled, standing up and going to the door. As he closed it, he turned back and smiled through the mask. “Don’t worry, you’re doing fine! …But don’t stay here too long. Trust me, you don’t want to keep her waiting.”

The door closed behind him with a click. Realizing he probably wasn’t making an empty threat, Daisy hurried onto her elbows and knees and crawled over to the opened vent. She barely moved away from the post when an electrifying sensation from her butthole made her freeze. She looked back, incredulous at what she saw; A line of some kind of soft yarn, with one end fixed to the post, and another being tugged out of her anus. It was well-lubricated, and so soft that when it brushed against her flesh it made her shiver, like rubbing velvet the wrong way. Daisy quickly got over her apprehension and powered on, putting one knee in front of the other, undaunted by the continuous sensation shivering through her hole.

She reached the vent- the glowstick was very useful, staving off total darkness. With a gulp, she crossed into the tunnel, which was big enough to comfortably crawl through. As soon as her hips crossed the mouth of the vent, when the string went taut- her eyes bugged out, she felt one of the squishy golf-ball-sized orbs pop against her sphincter, gripping stubbornly on the string.

Slamming her fist into the floor and muttering indistinct obscenities, Daisy tried to relax her entrails while pushing forward with her legs. With some effort, it slipped out with a ‘blip,’ letting her continue through the tunnel, a length of string still trailing from her.

The metal sides of the air vent were cold, sapping her warmth through the fine mesh gloves and stockings, although it had obviously been well cleaned. She had ample, thick breasts, which swayed under her as she crawled, the lace on her corset tickling the undersides, gently edging her towards a distant climax.

About five feet into the tunnel, it turned to the left. She turned the corner, and nearly dropped her glowstick. Right in front of her, the vent shrank, narrowing to about a foot and a half wide. Already too far to turn back, she mustered the courage to crawl in, pausing when the string went taught on another ball. Passing that one, she squeezed into the tunnel, the cold metal now pressing against her sensitive shoulders and buttocks.

She continued another five feet until the tunnel turned to the right. Making that corner was a challenge in that narrow tunnel, especially in handcuffs. Daisy turned the corner and rolled her eyes. ‘dammit, come on!’ she though to herself, seeing the tunnel narrow another few inches, to just wide enough to fit her shoulders through. With a grunt, she crawled in, nearly biting the glow stick in half when the thread snapped on the next ball. Getting more comfortable with the flexibility of her asshole, it was less of a challenge, although the tunnel was quite terrifying. The cold chain leash dragging between her breasts, the thread dragging out of her hole as she inchworm-crawled along, cold metal pressing her skin from every side- she fought panic.

Once she had lost count of the distance, her glowstick revealed emptiness and her arms fell away to a low floor. Feeling around her, she gratefully realized she was in another room. Invigorated, she scrambled along out of the tunnel. She wriggled free up to her hips before the last ball caught. With a deep breath and a grunt, it popped out, and she collapsed, panting, relishing her moment of success, the thread gone, leaving Daisy in dark silence.

She didn’t even notice a slender hand reaching down and plucking the glowstick from her teeth. Horrified, she followed the glow as it rose up, illuminating a slim, petite woman’s body, wearing only combat boots, fingerless black gloves, and black leather bra and panties over a full-body mesh stocking.

“Well, well,” a robust, sadistic feminine voice sounded, the glowstick illuminating a beautiful, Hispanic-looking woman with long wavy hair, a beauty mark under her eye, a tiger’s eyes and an unmerciful smile, “I was wondering when you would show up.”

‘Chapter 5; Lady Luck’

“Uhhn?” Daisy groggily moaned.

“Shhh-shh-sh, dolly,” the woman said, clipping the glowstick onto a chain around her neck, “We’ve got a lot to do.” Swinging between her round, small breasts, the woman circled around Daisy before stooping down and clipping a carabiner onto the chain of Daisy’s cuffs. Daisy raised her head, confusedly looking at the dark cord running from the carabiner into the darkness overhead. “Don’t worry,” the woman continued, “I like to work under pressure!”

The glowstick jostled back and forth as the woman’s arms rapidly moved up and down. Daisy watched in stunned silence before noticing that her arms were being slowly lifted off of the floor. The cuffs rose higher and higher, pulling her arms, then her shoulders off the ground, until she was sitting upright with her arms overhead. She realized that overhead must have been some pulley system that allowed this woman to lift something several times her weight.

Within a few moments, Daisy was standing flat on her feet with her arms overhead. The woman took a moment to tie her end of the cord onto a ring on the floor, then sauntered over, standing right in front of Daisy. Daisy was several inches taller than the woman, who looked fearlessly up into her eyes. A smile spread over her face, and she bit her lip, running both her hands up the lacy garter strap leading to the belt, tracing her fingers slowly along the edge of the belt, then rubbing her hands down to get a solid, meaty grip on Daisy’s ass, jiggling it around as she aggressively pulled Daisy’s hips into her own. With coquettish eyes, the woman looked up at daisy with a broad grin.

“The suspense is unbearable, isn’t it?”

Daisy gulped, silently looking down at the woman. The woman’s smile disappeared, and her hand shot up to grab Daisy’s face, squeezing her cheeks together to pout out her lips.

“I just made a joke, toy. Didn’t you think it was funny?”

Clearing her throat, Daisy timidly replied, “Y-yes.”

There was an awkward moment of silence. The woman rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh, sliding her hand up to cover Daisy’s face like her head was just an object. “Aye me, you really are clueless aren’t you?” The woman grabbed Daisy’s bottom lip and firmly tugged it, pulling her head closer to her level as she stared straight into Daisy’s eyes. “Listen good, you piece of meat. I am the Duchess. In here, you only exist because I think it’s fun. Whenever I ask you something, or give you an order, you will respond, ‘yes my Duchess.’ Do you understand?”

Feeling awkward with her lip stretched, Daisy softly said, “Yes. -My- my Duchess.”

“Gooooood,” the Duchess cooed, releasing Daisy’s lip. “Ohhh, and look!” She leaned over with a grin, “You brought kittens! Oh, I love kittens.” The Duchess leaned down to Daisy’s firm, well-rounded breasts. “‘Fluffy.’ Oh, that is too cute!” She giggled, cupping and squeezing a breast. “And ‘Tinkerbell.’ Oh, look! It likes me!” She said, delicately grasping a nipple and rolling it between her fingers. “Kittens are so fun to play with, aren’t they?”

“Nnnn… Yes, my Duchess,” Daisy said, distracted by the shivers radiating from her nipple.

With a chuckle, the woman got down on her knees. “Spread your legs.” Daisy nearly protested when the woman glared back up at her and smoldered, “I gave you an order. Now.”

“I- Yes, my Duchess,” Daisy reluctantly answered, stepping her feet a pace apart.

“Mmmm… Wider.”

Gulping, Daisy inched her feet further apart. “Wider.” She pushed herself as hard as she could, until her weight was hanging from her cuffs and she had to push up on her toes.

“Very nice. Mmmhmhm, very nice indeed,” the Duchess said, delicately dragging and twirling her fingertips across the sensitive skin around Daisy’s vagina, her skillful fingers making it a challenge for Daisy to keep balance. By just the light of the glowstick, Daisy could only just see what was going on when the Duchess slid a finger inside of her. “Ahh, you’re so juicy! I guess you’ve been getting some use tonight, huh?” Hearing silence, the Duchess inconsiderately jammed her fingers in up to the knuckle, squeezing her thumb onto Daisy’s clit. “I asked you a question, plaything.”

“YES MY DUCHESS,” she responded promptly. Sweat was breaking across her shoulders and legs, itching terribly as beads rolled down her skin and into the corset. She felt something small and hard, the size of a sugar cube with rounded edges, get pushed gently into her vagina. She couldn’t make out what it was in the darkness, but she watched in distress as the Duchess pushed in another, then another, until she was carrying five little tokens in her sensitive cavity.

“That’ll do. And we still have places to go,” the Duchess said, picking up a white towel. Daisy gave a gasp and a squeal as the soft, cottony, dry towel was pressed against her vulva, brushing up and down, sending incredible velvety sensations across her hyper-sensitive skin, leaving it hot and shivering and dry. There was a strange ‘kkkkrrrrxxxt’ sound, then something cold pressed against her genitals. She quickly realized that, whatever the Duchess had put inside her, had been sealed in with duct tape.

“Well that was fun, but we can’t dally,” she said, untying the cord and letting Daisy tumble to her knees. The Duchess unclipped the carabiner and grabbed Daisy’s leash. “Come on, fucktoy, we got places to go.”

Clearing her throat, Daisy tried to ignore the pinching of the tape tugging her pubic hairs as she rose to her feet. She immediately was knocked to her feet by a jerk from her collar.

“Oh, no no no,” The Duchess scolded, yanking on the leash that she had pinned under her foot, pulling Daisy down until her face was pressed against the Duchess’ boot, “You don’t really think you’re gonna walk with me, right? Like you’re my equal? Like you aren’t an animal that crawls everywhere? That’s a silly idea, isn’t it?”

Daisy gritted her teeth, her face burning flush against the rough, clean boot. “Yes, my Duchess.”

“Very good! Let’s go.” She strolled off, tugging on the leash, making Daisy follow behind her crawling on all fours, her head scowling and hung low. “You’ve got a lot of people to meet tonight!”

‘Chapter 6; Loads of Fun’

“Have you ever ridden a Sybian before?” The Duchess purred, swinging her hips and twirling the end of Daisy’s leash, tugging her along on her hands and knees by the dim light of the glowstick jostling between The Duchess’ meek breasts.

Daisy furrowed her brow, searching her head for the word as the knees of her lacy stockings started to tear. “No.” The sharp scrape of combat boots twisting to a halt made her wince, and she had only a moment of anticipation before a small, soft hand slapped mercilessly against her butt cheek. “No, my Duchess.”

“Thaaat’s a good girl,” The Duchess said, continuing on. “Well, don’t worry. You’re a smart doggie, you’ll get the idea. Just don’t get stage fright.”

The ominous advice burdened Daisy’s crawl through the darkness with a dread that made it feel like hours. The smooth, hard lumps sealed into her vagina kept clicking into each other, a sensation that was hard to ignore. She was almost surprised when The Duchess paused at a broad, heavy metal door. She had to throw her weight into pulling the handle until it made a heavy clack, and she leaned into it as it groaned open.

“Hey! We made it! I hope you’re ready for some fun!” She chirped, leading Daisy like a dog, sounding like she was talking to somebody else.

Daisy’s eyes were growing accustomed to the dim light, and she wasn’t sure what to make of the room- It looked about twenty feet square, with a door to her right, and the far end of the room sectioned off behind metal bars, like some kind of prison holding cell, with nothing but darkness behind. There was an object lying against the bars, the size of a small chest, and rounded on top in the shape of a saddle. The Duchess shortened Daisy’s leash, and led her up to the device. Clicking her tongue like she was goading a dog, she led Daisy on top of the thing until she was straddling it, facing the bars. Lying along the ridge of the object, with her head resting on her hands by the bars and her legs splayed out to her sides, she let out a relieved sigh, thankful to be done crawling. She wasn’t even worried by how vulnerable her genitals were in this position.

“Don’t relax yet, chica,” The Duchess said, flipping up some leather straps from either side of Daisy’s waist and buckling her down across the small of her back. “Someone get her cuffs, please?”

For a moment, Daisy considered shimmying backwards out of the strap, when a heavy, strong hand wrapped around the chain between Daisy’s cuffs. Gasping, she watched he hand carry her cuffs higher and higher, until her arms stretched straight overhead, straining her spine against the strap, forcing Daisy to arch her back as her pubic bone pressed against the wavy gel-like material on the object’s ridge, a forced lordosis reflex. From the annoying squeaking and the odd, familiar smell, Daisy had only a moment of horrified realization- the darkness on the other side of the bars was packed with at least ten men, each completely wrapped from head to toe in black rubber, all except their cocks, which seemed to float disembodied and erect against the pitch-black background- before the hands came. So many hands, she couldn’t keep track of them all; squeezing her breast, gently tugging her nipple, grabbing her neck, a fistful of hair, tugging her lip, grabbing her tongue, smooshing her cheeks, fingers searching into her throat, all of them wrapped in smooth, clean, non-porous black rubber that squeaked in high-pitched cacophony all across her body.

“‘Our pleasure’,” The Duchess droned, playfully dragging her fingertips across Daisy’s bare buttocks as she was overwhelmed by the sensation of so many hands, “‘Is to serve you’. Hah! Well,” the slim woman pushed her hair over her ear, tracing her finger down Daisy’s waist, past her sacrum, along the crease between her butt-cheeks, plugging into Daisy’s slightly-stretch but still-lubricated anus, rubbing the inside like she was checking a pipe fitting, “You’re about to get a whole lot o’ pleasure, babe.” The Duchess hopped onto Daisy’s back, cupping Daisy’s breasts. “Do you guys like kitties? Look! She has some kitties to play with!”

The nebulous crowd of gropers receded, making a gentle ‘d’awww…’ Daisy’s breasts were almost too big to fit in The Duchess’ tiny hands, but she bounced them around, saying, “This one is Fluffy, and this one is Tinkerbell! …They look thirsty, don’t they? Come on, let’s give them some milk!”

She hopped off as a couple of pale, average-looking cocks poked out from between the bars, pointed straight at Daisy’s breasts.

Daisy stared in horror at the two bobbing cocks wrapped in rubber-bound hands. She was about to say something when she heard a click, and a soft hum, and was blown away by a strong vibration against her tender, vulnerable parts. She moaned and flailed her legs, unable to close them and escape the machine’s merciless pleasuring. She panted, her back arching and legs shivering as a stream of hot slime splashed against one of her bare breasts, a series of small spurting jets that she felt splattering across her heaving, bouncing flesh, tickling her skin as it dribbled down her curves and into the lace of her corset. Heavy panting coming from the other side of the bars, another jet of pungent slime crashed into her other breast. She looked down, dismayed as both cocks were immediately replaced by fresh, rigid reliefs.

The Duchess’ little hand groped and squeezed Daisy’s breast, trailing strands of slime as it came away coated in fluid. “Nice and slippery,” The Duchess said, looking straight at Daisy with a worrying smile. Daisy wasn’t sure what to expect, but her eyes bugged out when she looked down and saw The Duchess stroking her slime-covered hand along a thick black strap-on dildo, lubricating it.

Daisy tried to stammer out a weak protest as The Duchess circled around and positioned herself standing over Daisy’s hips. A shot of hot seed splashed onto Daisy’s cheek, dribbling down her neck and cleavage. ‘These cocks won’t stop coming!’ She thought to herself.

The Duchess lined the head of her cock up with Daisy’s securely-positioned asshole. Bending her knees, The Duchess crouched down until the whole length of the dong had been worked into Daisy’s entrails. With a satisfied grunt, The Duchess started to bounce, up and down, up and down, each thrust making Daisy’s eyes bulge as anonymous man after anonymous man dumped load after load of ball juice onto her lips and tits.

“Oh yeah,” The Duchess squealed, grabbing a fistful of Daisy’s hair and pulling her head back, “This is what you want, right? To serve?”

Daisy wailed like a cat in heat. She could feel the whole length of her body, from the humming under her hips all the way up her spine to the grip on her hair, along the length of her arms to the handcuffs- her legs were forgotten. She just whimpered, “Yes my Duchess!” as a strand of cum landed across her eye.

The Duchess picked up the pace and force, thrusting into Daisy. “Say, ‘Our pleasure is to serve!'”

“O- Our pleasure- is to serve! My Duchess!” Daisy was panting heavily now, the pressure in her colon igniting the tickling sensation that erupted from her vibrated clit.

“Say, ‘I’m a jizz-bitch who loves to serve cock’!” The Duchess demanded, making another click as the device started humming a higher pitch, the vibrations becoming stronger and faster as The Duchess made love to Daisy’s sphincter faster and more forcefully. Feeling her clitoris dance wildly against the stifling tape and the plastic lumps rattling against each other in her vagina, an eruption of white-hot mind-numbing sensation rushed through her body like a typhoon, making her eyes roll and her tongue hang out as her thoughts went blank and her body trembled. “I- I- I’m a jizz-bitch! A jizz-bitch who… loves… to… SERVE! C- C- COOOAAAGGHHH!” A jet of hot semen hit her square in the forehead, trickling down the sides of her nose and onto her tongue, which hung down dumbly.

The Duchess switched off the Sybian and pulled out her strap-on, releasing Daisy’s hair so that her head rolled forward, drained of energy. Her cuffs were released, so that she slid down onto her belly, her whole front slick with the dick-slime of a dozen strange men. She whispered, barely audible, “My Duchess…”

‘Chapter 7; Climax’

The Duchess undid the strap across Daisy’s sweat-slick back as the crowd of rubber-wrapped men squeakily shuffled out a door behind them. Grabbing Daisy’s shoulder and hip, The Duchess heaved her weight back and tugged the poor girl’s limp, twitching body off of the Sybian, where she floppily splayed out on the ground like a rag-doll. Her vision blurred and her limbs numb, Daisy panted like a marathon runner, sputtering the cum on her lips across the pavement. She heard a heavy, metallic scraping, then The Duchess rolling her around, pulling her around by the hips to position her somehow. Exhausted and stunned, Daisy couldn’t stay cogent enough to resist, letting The Duchess position her like a puppet-master. Daisy moaned softly as The Duchess lifted up Daisy’s shoulders until she sat upright, then pushed her gently back until she sat leaning against a cool, smooth metal concavity, like a giant spoon. Content to rest there, Daisy gasped as the spoon lifted away, scooping her off of the ground before The Duchess rolled the wheel-barrow through the next door and down a dark hall.

The ride was wobbly and bumpy, Daisy’s legs hanging spread-out at the front of the wheel-barrow, swinging around with The Duchess’ gait. Her whole skin was tingling, and she was keenly aware of the throbbing of her vagina against the smooth, hard lumps still taped inside of her. Her eyes had adjusted to the dim light of the glow-stick in The Duchess’ cleavage, but Daisy only noticed the fireworks show of colorful stars dancing around in her vision.

They passed through a door, and The Duchess unceremoniously dumped the barrow’s contents onto the floor with an ‘oof’. Daisy blinked- some of the strength had returned to her limbs, and she propped herself up on her chained arms. There was a click- music started playing, deep throbbing techno overlaid with moans and bouncing bass riffs, music that seemed to say in all caps, ‘YOU’RE GONNA GET FUCKED.’ Another click, and a circle of colorful Christmas lights lit up, revealing a room not ten feet across. In the middle of the room was a black, padded box, the size of a chest. Daisy didn’t noticed the box. She noticed the man, a massive, powerfully muscular, stark-naked man, lying on his back on top of the box, his arms and legs stretched down and bound to the base. Daisy found herself sitting before the box, between the man’s legs, staring eye-level at his thick, vein-webbed, intimidating still-flaccid cock.

The Duchess grinned when she saw Daisy’s glassy-eyed, slack-jawed stare at the fat sausage before her. “Mmm-mmm-mmm, lovely, isn’t it? I picked him special for you, hon.” The Duchess walked over to a shelf in the corner, strap-offing her strap-on. “Make it hard with your mouth,” she called back with nonchalant command.

“Yessm Duchizz…” Daisy slurred. All modesty and decorum had been pleasured out of her, and she slumped forward, plowing her face into the clean-smelling crotch. The man yelped at the impact, but relaxed as Daisy dragged her nose up his taint, tugging up the scrotum before it slid down her cum-greased chin, clumsily using her whole face to nudge the cock until it rested on the man’s belly. Daisy’s cuffed hands dragged limply on the floor as she guided her head all the way from her hips, rubbing her soft, flushed lips mindlessly up and down the length of the cock. Once it had hardened enough, she leaned forward, wrapping those lips securely around the tip and pulling it upright, where she started to take his penis into her mouth. The musk of healthy, eager dick wafted through her nostrils, making her pupils dilate and heart quicken, sinking her mind deeper into the passion of pleasure and sex. Her head bobbed up and down, slobber streaming down the shaft, but the engorged member was so massive she could only just fit the whole head in her mouth.

“Very good,” The Duchess said, satisfied at the man’s rigidity, “Now turn around and put his cock in your asshole.”

Daisy gulped, accepting her role in this charade. “Yes, my Duchess.” As commanded, Daisy stood up and turned around. It was a challenge maneuvering with cuffed hands, but reaching between her legs, Daisy managed to navigate the shaft until it pressed into the cleft where her legs met. With a deep breath, Daisy committed to relax, closing her eyes as she sat down on the slippery knob. The size was formidable, but thanks to her prepping that night, her anus was slick and receptive to the mammoth rod. She squealed when the head plipped past her sphincter, and she panted like a dog in heat as she bobbed her hips up and down, working the length of it inside of her until her hips rested firmly on his.

“Good. Now fuck his cock.”

“Yes my Duchess.” She twisted her hips around, lifting herself up and down with her legs. The Duchess grabbed Daisy’s leash and pulled straight backwards; her collar tugging her neck, she squealed and awkwardly reclined before stumbling onto her back, lying on top of the man.

“Keep fucking!” The Duchess commanded, pulling the cuff between Daisy’s wrists, pulling it over her head and the man’s head, latching it to the box so that Daisy’s whole body was pressed against the man. “You fuck him like it’s the only think you’ll ever be good for!” Daisy complied, arching her back and flexing her torso to move her hips around. The man’s body was muscular and firm, and huge compared to her- she felt the ripples of his abs against her back, and his pecs against her shoulders, and she rose and fell to his rapid, animal heaving, heat and sweat radiating from him as his cock twitched inside her snug colon.