Daisy Modified

Daisy Modified

[note: punana, from “punany”]



“Up!”

punana recognized the word and tried to obey immediately. punana got to its hands and knees easily but lifting its head was horribly difficult. its 52 inch G sized titties (as punana must call them now) were heavy enough but Master had ornamented punana’s nipples (as is His right) with a series of heavy iron piercings, from each of which hung weights of various shapes and sizes. The pain was incredible but punana must obey and please its Master.

When punana had its body vertical, it moved its right leg into position and started to rise. It has become very, very difficult since the six-inch stainless steel heels were surgically implanted in punana’s heels. It must rise evenly now and nearly always fails.

It failed again this time and dropped back to its mat, crying because it failed to please its Master. It heard its Master’s voice.

“This happens all the time. Is there something you can do?”

“Are you certain she’s not just fucking with you?”

Master came closer and punana felt its head pulled back. punana so longs to see its Master’s face again but the blackout lenses in its eyes have been in place for nearly a year now and punana is afraid what would happen if they were removed. At least it can still hear its Master’s voice. For now at least. Maybe Master will decide to take punana’s hearing away at some point too. It is His decision.

“I don’t think so. I mean, I told you this wasn’t a good idea. How do you expect her to stand up like this?”

“She just has to learn.” Doctor Tom’s voice scared punana. Every time he spoke, punana was taken away for another surgery and came back less and less human and more and more a toy, a thing, a freakish fuck machine with no purpose other than pleasuring women and animals.

Doctor Tom pushed his hand into punana’s breeding hole and lifted it like a hand puppet. punana swung its legs underneath itself and spread them so its breeding hole didn’t hurt so badly.

“I remember when this thing was Daisy. Motherfucker, she was hot.”

punana remembers it too. punana longs for those days, when Master would beat punana and pass it around to His friends then take it home and let it sleep at the foot of His bed.