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Thighs are too thin, belly muscles not taut, arms out of shape. You are pretty much a useless piece of meat. You do have the requisite three holes, so maybe someone in there will want to make use of you, as long as you don't open your mouth to speak or attempt to do any thinking for yourself."
He dropped the dress and circled her one more time.
"The women inside are beautiful. They are sexy and confident and nothing at all like you. You are pathetic. You want to be used. And you don't even bring us a body that will entice us."
Daisy was crying openly now. Her dreams of being a fuck toy for them were evaporating. She thought about her body, how it looked in the mirror, how she'd always felt it wasn't good enough. All of her fears came to the surface and he was validating them all. She had been right, she had nothing to offer them.
"Peter suggested we might want to try you."
Daisy felt her heart jump, her hopes rise. Peter had put in a good word for her.
"But he may have been wrong. I see nothing at all that makes me even want to bring you in there," he nodded toward the house. "I think you may as well go home."
Daisy dropped to her knees and wrapper her arms around his ankles, kissing his shoes. "I will be anything you want. I will do anything you want me to do. Oh please, I cannot go home again, I...oh please," she was sobbing wildly now, licking loudly at his shoes. She reached around and flung her dress up, exposing her ass and back, opened herself up, still slurping and begging, "look, look, use me, use me, please..."
He kicked her gently backward, stood still and crossed his arms.
"Strip and remove those silly toys."
Daisy leapt to her feet and pulled the dress over her head and threw it to the ground. She jerked the dildoes out of her holes and slid the vibrator down around her ankles.
"You will be nothing to us. Less than nothing." She nodded eagerly. "An animal. A thing to be used." She knelt in front of him again, this time with her knees wide, her hands spreading her labia, back arched and breasts offered. "A piece of meat. If you consent, if you go through that door with me, there is no going back. There is no safe word. There is nothing but our whim."
"Yes, yes, yes," she sobbed, reaching for his feet again with trembling hands. He stepped back. "Get up and go to the porch." She started reaching for her clothes. "Leave them here. You won't need them." She felt a rush of elation at his words. He'd accepted her servitude, the only thing she had to offer, her complete and abject destruction. She felt her cunt soaking wet and her pulse quickening. She was going to be used.
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For three hours, Daisy lay on her back on an ottoman, her head hanging off of one end, her open legs off the other. Nobody touched her, not to caress or hurt, not to entice or torture. Every so often, someone would squat over her face and she would perform her duties. If it was a woman, she was coming to have her cunt cleaned after a fuck. Usually, as soon as the woman squatted and opened her legs, a gush of fresh cum would splash into Daisy's eyes and nose, then she'd squat lower and Daisy would use her tongue and lips to suck out as much as she could from the woman's cunt or ass. Then, she'd lick and lick until the woman felt clean enough and got up and walked away. Daisy wasn't allowed to use her hands to clean her face, anything that dripped there just dried there or ran down the side of her head and into her hair.
When the men came, it was for her to suck the pussy off of their cock and balls. When she finished, they usually moved forward just enough that she knew they wanted her to clean their assholes with her tongue.
Daisy went at her tasks eagerly, partially hoping it might lead to something more but mostly because it turned her on. The humiliation was getting deeper and deeper into her now, the way the pain had years ago.
As she slurped fresh cum from a pussy or licked clean a shaved or hairs ball-sack, she felt her body respond. Her cunt lips were swollen and her clitoris stiff. She wanted to badly for someone to touch her or to tell her it was OK to touch herself, but she wouldn't disobey. They'd let her into the house and that was accomplishment enough. She didn't dare risk it.
At around one in the morning, the party started thinning out. Couples said goodbye and left, their cars throwing headlights across the living room wall. Eventually there were only two men left. And Daisy.
Without a word, they lifted her off of the ottoman and walked her into the basement. Her arms were weak, her back was sore, her legs had fallen asleep and she couldn't walk. They let go of her two steps from the bottom and she stumbled, fell forward on the cold floor, her arms breaking her fall just in time.
One of the men tied her wrists and the other wrapped thick ropes around each ankle. They dragged her by her feet across the basement, the rough floor scraping her shoulders and back. Halfway across the room, they flipped her face down, now her breasts and nipples were being torn by the sandpaper surface of the floor. She felt rather than saw them attach hooks to the ropes around her ankles, then she heard the crank turning and felt her body lifted into the air.
She swung there upside down for several seconds, legs wide apart, arms hanging limp in front of her. She saw them walking around the room, circling her, all in deathly silence.
The first blow was a long leather whip. It wrapped around her belly and back, raising a thick, red welt. She didn't scream, just sucked in her breath hard and prayed for more. The next whip stroke wrapped around her left thigh, the next her left calf. Whichever of them was doing it, he had had a lot of practice. He worked up and down the left side of her body inch by inch, the pain caressing every part of her. She heard him panting as he walked around and started working up and down her right side. She was crying out loud, the tears coming easy and free, the pain turning her on like never before. She needed someone to touch her cunt, to make her cum. She stared begging for it and they stopped the whipping.
"ArrrhhhhhH!" she screamed once as the first blow of the thick belt came down on her cunt, then bit her lip to stay quiet. He came back again quickly, over and over with no time between strokes, each one hitting dead center down the middle of her open crack. She was jerking back and forth, her body trying desperately to cum, her legs and belly muscles getting tired quickly from so much work.
She felt a cane cut across the back of her thighs and screamed freely now. One of them kept whipping her cunt with the belt while the other worked his way up and down the backs of her legs with the cane. The pain was horrible, white explosions behind her eyes, her body unable to do anything else now but shake and spasm, the orgasm building closer and closer until she screamed "yes, yes" and they both stopped.
"No! FUCK YOU! NO!!! HIT ME!!!HURT ME!!!" she screamed over and over as she watched their feet, they walked silently in circles around her for several minutes, then she saw the cane and the belt fall to the floor and watched them walk to the stairs. "COME BACK HERE! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I NEED IT! I NEED IT!" she screamed as they walked up the stairs. The lights went out and the basement swallowed her in complete blackness.
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