Daisy – a very extreme story

I wanted to make her regret it but it seemed impossible. There was nothing she couldn’t take.

I leaned forward and patted her head. Her eyes were nearly swollen shut, her hair matted in the short tufted patches where it hadn’t been pulled out yet, her nose clotted with snot and cum. “More,” she croaked through dry, parched lips. I turned the adjuster on the steel device that stretched her mouth open and saw her entire body shudder. She let out a moan of agony and I could almost hear the tendons that held her lower jaw to her upper start to give way. I reached for the canister again and dipped two fingers in it. She flopped her head from side to side, moaning “no, no, no” as best she could while I started smearing the thick goo along the insides of her cheeks, across her gums, pushing my fingers back deep into her throat. Menthol, hot sauce, wasp venom, salt, cumin, cayenne, all suspended in petroleum jelly that would protect it from her tongue or any saliva she might possibly have left in her as it burned and burned the mucous membranes inside her mouth. I pushed it deep into her nostrils as well, watching her squirm, her arms and legs moving in painful contortions. I could only imagine what she was feeling and it sent shivers up my spine. I’d never concocted anything this severe before but I was not nearly finished with her.

It all started with the phone calls. We were together years ago. It was intense. S and M all the way, her always always telling me to go further, further. Whip me until I bleed. Take me to the farm. Get a dog. She was sick even then. I played with her, whipped her, shocked her, lent her out to other perverts but she always wanted more. And she found it. She dumped me for an older, richer, sexier man who she said knew how to give her what she wanted. Then, he got tired of her and sent her back. She came crawling back, telling me it was all a mistake. But I’d changed in the meantime too. And if she wanted to go all the way out there, I would do it. Fuck it. She’d made her wants clear.

I looked at her body there on the metal table. Her knees were stretched to breaking, ropes pulled them open wide and upward toward her shoulders. A single leather strap across her hips kept her back against the table and her torso exposed. A metal collar around her neck and one more at each wrist kept her open and exposed. It was the minimum amount of restraint I could imagine and gave me the maximum amount of flesh to work with.

While she snorted and sputtered, her entire head on fire, I went back to work between her legs.