Daisy lay on the contraption for several hours. She tried to nap, but every time she began to drift off, her father would do something to keep her awake. Sometimes he would put his fingers in her mouth, or tug on the weights that hung from her nipples or genitals. Sometimes he would slip a finger into her pussy, and sometimes her butt. She was sore there especially, and the sensation drove the thought of sleep from her mind. She had to watch on the laptop screen as her father's finger penetrated her hole. It looked nasty, but also kind of sexy. Daisy thought she looked like a bit of a porn star with something in her bottom.
Once her father used one of his tools to penetrate her-the long plastic handle of a screwdriver. The first round nub popped in like a plug, and then the wide, smooth shaft thrust into her. He pushed it in so deep that the entire plastic handle was buried inside her with only the narrow metal shaft stuck out, her butthole closed tightly around it. He left it inside her for awhile, and she couldn't help but stare at it, crude and out of place, a man's tool thrusting out of her anus, of all places.
At last, he pulled it out, slowly, and she watched her hole expand to expel the blunt end of the plastic handle. It gaped open for just a moment when the handle popped out, and she found she liked the look of her hole staying open with nothing inside it. She really was becoming depraved.
Shortly thereafter, he removed the clips from her pussy and nipples. For a short time, Daisy fought the urge to scream at the pain as the blood was restored to her delicate parts. She was allowed to sit up and observe her ruined body. Sure enough, her nipples were longer, sticking out through the holes in the nursing bra by at least two inches. Between her legs, her swollen lips were even longer than before. She had to walk bow-legged to make room for them.
Her father took off her bra and led her back to the house, naked under a light summer robe. He took her upstairs, but instead of putting her to bed, he led her down the hallway to his room, the one he shared with her mother.
First they went into the adjoining bathroom. Daisy was made to crouch naked over the toilet, her feet balancing on the rim, to relieve herself while her father knelt between her thighs and observed. At one point, he reached out and cupped her vagina as she peed, causing the urine to splatter everywhere. Then he sort of slapped her with his cupped hand, and more pee splattered her thighs and even his face. He rubbed her flesh vigorously and chuckled.
"What a nasty cunt you've got," he said as her stream of urine slowed. "I don't think you'll ever wear booty shorts out of the house again."
Abruptly he pulled his hand away. "Do you have to shit?"
Daisy wished he wouldn't use that word. "I don't know," she said.
"Then you'd better come to bed. It's late. You can get up in the middle of the night if you need to go." Daisy got down and reached for the toilet paper, but her father stopped her. He handed her a t-shirt instead, which she used to wipe between the fat folds of her swollen labia. So much pee had spattered everywhere that, by the time she had finished wiping down her thighs and bottom, the shirt was fairly damp. "Now put it on."
She did. It was her loosest shirt, but it still stretched tightly across her breasts. The fabric clung to them lewdly, even worse for the fact that it was pee, not water, which made it wet. Her father handed her a flask and told her to take a sip. Daisy sniffed at it cautiously, but found the smell was delicious. She took a little sip, then another. "It tastes like birthday cake," she said, smiling, as she handed it back.
"Better have one more sip," her father said, returning her smile. She did, grinning now.
"Why don't you get up on the bed?" her father urged. "Stand up. There you go. Careful, don't lose your balance! Bounce up and down for me."
