Part 11: Whore on a wet jagged crucifix
(Dani was not in a real predicament, and no longer enjoying herself. Not that her boyfriend cared of course, all he cared about was sexual bluster and scorched earth, much to her distress.)
Dani gazed up at the sky frustratedly. As Tom attended to her feet, she yanked at the ropes that tightly bound her arms in a straight line on either side of their head. She truly and depressingly could not move. The ropes were miss-matched in colour and texture, wavy and uneven, and they dug mercilessly into her poor suffering wrists.
This she did not like... so far. She felt the rope around her ankles tighten forcefully. “A..Ow!” She yelped, as he stood back to observe his work for a moment.
There was a single rusted nail sticking just far enough out of the panel of wood behind her to lightly poke her left bum cheek. In response she had to bring her crotch forward, to just barely avoid it, but doing so was hard and exhausting, and whenever she relaxed her body, even for a moment it would catch her, meaning she was now in a constant state of tension.
Continuing to fart a lot, Daddy still had not seen fit to release her pooey load for a second time, and it seemed that for now, she would be staying like that, as he came in to push her tummy backwards, purposely making her land on the nail once again. “Ah...Fuck! Ow Tom! Stop it!” She yelped.
“Say that again more innocently!” He ordered. She thought about it... “Um, Daddy, pwease stop, it hurts!” she said, a single tear running down her cheek. He kissed it. “I like you like this honey, ” he exclaimed. “I know you don’t like it, and that’s what makes it fun for me.”
Her bottom lip shook, her eyes holding back a flood of tears. “I... I want to please you Daddy, but this hurts, and I feel so... full.” “Of poo!” he said, reminding her what she was full of. “Well embrace the feeling, concentrate on it, it might make you feel more horny.” This was no word of lie. Picturing what was in her full up bottom had her tingling, and as he now came in at her with his dreaded sugar cane whip, striking her stomach, she twitched and yelped, once again catching the nail behind her, as it scraped against her bottom.
He reattached the jangling nipple clamps that she had worn earlier, so that every time she reacted, jolted, wiggled or twisted, her nipples would accompany her with a delightful tune. He requested that she shake for him, moving her shoulders rhythmically to jangle her tits. She did so with tears streaming, still catching the nail at random points. This was hell! And here was very little pleasure to be aroused from it.
Her cunt lips felt (and looked) swollen and red in their pink metal clamp set-up. Yes, that infernal insertion device was still there, plugging both her holes mercilessly, denying any feeling or release. She would simply have to stand there stiffly and take her beating, across her stomach, along her thighs, down her legs, and up around her torso. “I love my Daddy!” She was forced to repeat as it all ensued. “I love my Daddy! I love my Daddy! I love my Daddy love my Daddy love my Daddy love Daddy love Daddy love Da Da!....” She groaned, each repeat getting gradually more slurred in phonic content.
He paused for a moment to reach for a remote control device in his bag. “You know what this is for?” He asked her menacingly. She shook her head like an imputent child, all at once horny and annoyed at him. “What do you think will happen if I push this button here?” He said.
suddenly a swell of tingling erupted from somewhere deep within her cunt, an unknown G-spot which had her reeling, and her body pulsing, hitting the nail behind her repeatedly. “Ow! FFFFFUCK! SHHHHHHHHHIT!” She squealed, trembling and twitching from her very core.
What on earth was this thing? “That will vibrate you from the very tip of your cunt device.” He said. “It is designed to do that, have you completely, and so desperate to cum that there is a risk of passing out.” he said delightedly.
She murmured and hummed, her eyes rolling like spinning balls in her hear.“OOOUUUGH! P... PWEASE! L....LET ME CUM DADDY!” she barked, as the vibrations intensified slowly, in long slow waves of increasing intensity. She was reaching a peak, and about to explode from the inside. So turned on was she, that her fat expanded butt plug began pushing outwards, her body now determined to extract the foreign invader, and release her desperate anal load. Red faced, she continued to judder, writhe and squeak in her restraints, releasing a long guttural wail as she landed firmly on her botty nail. Oh God how she hated that thing!
Just as climax was about to be reached, the vibrations stopped dead, and then began again, small and slow, building once again. Dani was now caught in a vibrate/jiggle/jangle/take a caning/hit the nail/climax/climax/climax denied cycle of hell, repeating over and over and over.
She would be left like this for around 45 minutes, each cycle breaking her just a little bit more. Her head swayed from side to side, before now being stuffed with her pooey panties, a final insult, another hoop to jump through. Now she would have to taste her own shit as her body pulsated and flailed uncontrollably, beaten and trembling, and permanently tied to her infernal cross.
She could not move, speak or do anything with out inflicting pain, whilst her body betrayed her with long, scintillating orgasms build-ups, but never a single release. If this was where things were going, Dani was now unsure that she would get to the end of the day in one mental piece. Dani, was slowly, but surely being utterly dominated, utterly Destroyed!