The first night was hard. It was when Daisy truly realized how evil Alex had been to give in to her begging to be fucked. She was reminded of the first time she'd seen Alex's cock and wasn't able to do anything but leave. Her body yearned for it. She'd try to think of something else, anything else and her mind just wouldn't give her a break.
After her and Alex's time in the closet, her mind and body seemed intent to betray her no matter how hard she tried to tug her focus from the hopeless endeavor of getting that experience again. She'd been at this long enough to know the deal by now. Alex only really fucked her to let her know what she was missing when he didn't fuck her again. In fact, it was a few days before she could even see him outside of class.
Like always, by the time the status quo was restored, Daisy was so happy to see and touch his dick, that her desire to have it cum in her again was numbed somewhat. Not that it stopped the pain of Alex's words, which haunted her from the moment they were said. It wasn't that it was even a surprise. Nothing he said or did showed any indication that if she were a good enough thrall, that he'd have less disdain for her. But she'd had hope for it, somewhere deep down and now that it was gone, it made things...difficult.
One of the most difficult things was keeping her friendship with Jasmine. There were so many thoughts. Bad thoughts. Thoughts she'd never act on, but they were clearly there. Daisy wouldn't have even been a thrall anymore if not for Jasmine's decision but even then, it was hard to bite down the resentment and the oftentimes very violent thoughts attached to that resentment.
Daisy found herself so stressed that the daily mocking she received mattered less and less. She barely even heard it anymore. It all seemed so insignificant. As was class in general. Though the assignments actually seemed easier. They were just facts. She wasn't exactly a bad student to begin with and it wasn't like Alex kept her from her studies for extended periods. He would just torture and humiliate her for a bit and then send her on her way, assuming he let her stay at all.
Besides, school was important because it was the only time that she was guaranteed to see Alex. As pathetic as she knew that was, it focused her mind when she would study or have homework. Alex and Jasmine seemed as friendly as ever. She could tell that Jasmine would try to tone it down for her benefit, but it was for naught. It was still painful.
Sometimes she couldn't be bothered to take that particular punch to the gut and would let them be alone. Daisy was surprised this was allowed, but when she thought about it, it did make sense. Alex preferred having time alone with Jasmine more than he liked how much it tortured Daisy to watch it. But not enough to tell her to leave them alone all the time. It was a win/win for him.
When she wanted to be alone during the lunch period, she tended to go into that same storage closet. Like most things in her life, it was as much of a relief as it was painful. It reminded her of having sex with Alex, but it also...reminded her of having sex with Alex... But it was better than watching him and Jasmine grow closer.
When the weekend hit, Daisy decided to wake up early and head over to the mall by herself. Jasmine loved going to the mall as well, but Daisy just didn't have it in her to be Jasmine's friend today. She felt a little bad about thinking that way but part of her didn't care. Besides, Daisy needed some new bras. She was dealing with enough psychological pain without the physical aspect of crushing her steadily growing boobs into her old bras.
Daisy frowned as she looked at her reflection in the changing room mirror. She wouldn't mind the bigger boobs if it actually
mattered
. Alex had never even touched them. It was like, what was even the point of these changes? Most people noticed the obvious things like her boobs and her hair, which was now the exact opposite of how it started. It was almost entirely black with a lock of blonde. But it was the subtle things like her hips and legs that irked her somewhat. She mostly wore skirts, so it didn't really affect how her clothes fit as much as much as her boobs did but it still seemed like a lot of effort for no payoff, even though the changes were happening on their own.
Even choosing her bras was an unexpectedly stressful situation. Instinctively she wanted to get things that Alex would like, which of course was its own black hole of depression itself. Part of her thought that maybe she should get things that Jasmine would wear but she hit the same wall. It was clear that it wasn't the clothes Alex liked but the person filling them out and he'd never like Daisy regardless of what she wore. But the thought of not caring and choosing whatever was comfortable seemed...wrong. She needed to keep trying to please him even if it was pointless. Maybe he was right about all thralls being the same. Even when logic dictated that she do certain things, she felt compelled to do whatever would benefit Alex.
Daisy ended up surrendering to the compulsion and choosing bra and panty sets that she thought looked sexiest on her. At least she had bras that were comfortable with her new body. She just hoped it was almost done going through its little growth spurt. After getting something to eat at the food court and looking around at other stores just to waste time, Daisy was ready to go home when a horn beeped at her in the parking lot.
"Daisy!" Steve called out from his car, flashing a smile. "Want a ride back?"
"I'm fine. Thank you, though." Daisy sighed as she kept walking.
"Daisy come on. Don't be weird. We're going the same place. Why not?" Steve asked, rolling his eyes dramatically.
Daisy's eyes narrowed. There were all kinds of red flags going off, but the problem with the odd mix of numbness and frustration she was constantly feeling was that she didn't care. She didn't feel like arguing the point, so she just got in the passenger side of the car. As soon as she did, she noticed another guy in the back seat. "Do I know you?"
The guy chuckled and smirked back at her. "Finish what the fuck you started!" He growled, quoting at her before smiling again.
Daisy's eyes widened with recognition. He was the first person after Tristen to fuck her mouth at the party. "Oh...hi."
"Brad." He reached forward, offering his hand.
"Of course, it's Brad. Nice to put a name to the dick." Daisy said bluntly, accepting the handshake as the car surged forward.
Brad chuckled again before leaning back comfortably in the seat, taking advantage of having the back seat to himself. "Heh, you're funny. So, quick question, funny girl. What were you on at the party? Me and Steve have a bet going."
"I keep telling you, B." Steve smirked. "I've seen her high before. She wasn't on shit. Right, Daisy?"
"I don't want to talk about it..." Daisy grumbled.
"What's the point in being coy now?" Steve chuckled. "It's a yes or no question."
"What part of I don't want to talk about it was unclear?" Daisy sighed, looking out the window to get away from the conversation, regretting getting into the car more and more by the moment.
"You weren't kidding." Brad laughed. "She does have a mouth on her when there isn't a dick in it."
Daisy felt like she was leaning against the opposite side of a door that Steve and Brad were just determined to open. It was only when she paid more attention to her surroundings that she realized another problem. "Where are we going?"
"I thought we could hang out awhile before we let you go. Catch up a bit." Steve stated, flashing Daisy a wide grin.
"Take me home, Steve." Daisy said shortly. "I'm not above jumping out of a moving vehicle."
"Oh, come on, slut." Brad purred, leaning forward against the front seat to wrap his arms around her. "There's only two of us. It won't take long."
Daisy looked out the window when she felt the car slowing down. They were heading down what looked like an alley. She wished she'd paid more attention earlier. She had no clue where she was beyond the fact that she still had to be in town by how long it took them to get there. She looked over to Steve and then down to Brad's hands, which were moving up to her boobs.
'Sir...?' Daisy mentally called out, feeling the car coming to a stop.
