Part 5: The low hanging plums docking procedure.
(The enormity of Dani's predicament increases, as things begin to get rather filthy. Tom is not the boy she thought he was, and there is very little at all that she can now do about it.)
Dani yelped, her back contorting and head twirling before him. To him she looked so lovely, to her this was hell. After what felt like an eternity in the boat, Tom had seemingly gotten bored with the ticke/twist/cunty num nums game, and had now modified her misery to include nipple clamps, with cutesy purple bells hanging from them, all to match her adorable and slightly damp panties and pink body tape. They chimed enticingly everytime she moved.
“Do you really like this?” She asked desperately, feeling swirling pain travelling through her tiny pale nipples as he flicked the bells playfully with each of his index fingers, pawing at them like a cat. “Yep, ” he said. “Fucking love it. You’re doing a wonderful job of coping wit this baby.”
She sighed frustratedly. “This isn’t exactly fun for me babe” She mewed, giving him her best ’take petty on me, I’m just a girl’ eyes. He flicked off one of the clamps, causing a shooting pain to zip through her. “FFFFFFuck!” she yelped, as he found and reattached it.
“I think we’ll keep these on for the duration of this” he said. “You look ever so pretty.” Her whiney protests were being ignored, whilst her pussy and feet were still being stimulated to near perfection and there was little she could currently do about it. “We’ll get you out of this boat soon enough, ” he said. “But first, let's have one more bit of fun. How do you feel about face-sitting?”
How she felt about it was really irrelevant, as it was clearly definitely happening. She watched as he undid his trousers, and pulled down his pants suggestively at her feet. “It might be a bit hairy and smelly down there, ” he said “I didn’t exactly wipe my arse properly this morning." Dani retched at him, knowing that he’d done a large poo that morning in their hotel room. He looked at her wistfully, inwardly planning some new humiliation.
“You know what? For this game we might need a little something extra.” Going back to his backpack, he dragged it over and plonked it on her stomach carelessly, using her as a human table as he foraged around inside. “Here we are!” He said. “Knew I’d packed it.” Her wild eyes widened at what he produced. A cold, strange, unfamiliar metal gadget, a threatening mass of industrial looking screws, rubber and curved steel.
“Any chance you know what this is?” He said to her, as she panting furiously. She shook her head. What was it indeed? He placed a hand gently on her face. “What Daddy has for you here, goes right in your mouth. It makes sure that you’ll keep your trap wide open, so you can recieve just about anything that I decide you need. You like it?”
Dani’s face twitched, and still struggling with the multiple stimulations down below she could not hide her dissatisfaction. “I... I.... Fuck! I don’t think it matters what I like.”
He smiled daringly, as if knowing that he was finally fully breaking her resolve. “Now you’re getting it!” He said, toying with it, and beginning the process of shovelling it haphazardly into her gullet. It dug maliciously in, curving around her back teeth like some medieval torture device, and whilst her tongue was free to move and wiggle for now, an attachable clamp gave Daddy the option of pinning it down too if he so chose, or if she was overtly naughty for him. Two small screws jutted out from either side of her mouth. They, as it turned out would dictate the enormity of Dani’s mouth gape. He revelled in sitting on her chest whilst he adjusted the level with a screwdriver, bringing her mouth slowly to near breaking point. To her dismay, all she could now do was lie there, wiggle and wail.
Feeling suddenly like an open tunnel, she stared up at him with wide innocent eyes, white and shiny, and sparkling to the brim for him, looking for at least some of the lovely boy she had once know to return to her. She could smell his butt from where he was sitting, and knowing that it awaited her, she pleaded desperately through her gag for him to somehow stop. “EAAAAH! EEAH! AAA! AAAH EH AAAAAH!” She yapped, unable to form words of any description. “That’s right!” He said, you get to taste Daddy’s sexy poo poos don’t you! Now won’t that be nice?!”
“EAAAAH! HEAAAAAAAH! AAAAAHAHEEE!” She repeated, waggling her head from side to side in infantile protest.
“Yes Yes, you’ll get to taste my balls too, and my cock. I wouldn’t deny you that my darling.” It was no use, anything she tried to say now would be useless. He stood over her, balls hanging loosely, as he took a disgusting oppurtunity to pee all over her body. It was orange and cloudy, and it too stank to high heaven. She danced before him in the stream, trying to get away from it, but the boat restraints were keeping her excellently stiff, nothing but a human toilet for him to soak through with his fluids and faeces.
She knew what was coming next, she could see them staring at her, bouncing, bulbous, hairy and large from weeks of semen retention. “Baby girl ball cleaning service first I think." He said. “Then well get to the cock and butt-butt yummy yums, let me know which is your favourite thing to snack on.” He began to squat, and Dani began to panic. These words! Ball cleaning service! Poo Poos! Yummy yums! They made her feel absolutely horrid! But as she panicked, he began to grab a tight hold on her hair, and all at once, he moved slowly down, manaunvnering her head scientifically to meet the balls like some Apollo spaceship docking procedure, and before she could yell again, there they were! Docking procedure complete, engage tongue licking, Roger that Houston.