If Daisy had envisioned a fun, carefree stay at her friend's house, she was in for a shock.
That evening she was forced to cook for Shawna and her brother. The pair sat in the kitchen, laughing and flirting, while Daisy tottered about in a pair of Shawna's ridiculously high-heeled sandals and a tiny pink string bikini. The top was so small it barely covered her nipples, and the bottom merely disappeared between her swollen lips. Every step she took forced it deeper until it simply rubbed back and forth against her clit and anus, making her wet in spite of herself.
At one point, Dylan called her over. She approached the kitchen counter awkwardly, trying not to stumble. "Turn around and bend over," he ordered her, and she obeyed clumsily, doing her best not to topple over. Her tits strained heavily against the string bikini, threatening to tumble out or snap the thing in two at any moment.
Suddenly she felt hands on her ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Something was placed against her asshole, and Daisy gritted her teeth as the dry object was forced inside. It opened her anus wider and wider until at last the object narrowed, allowing her sphincter to close around it-probably a butt plug of some sort.
"Good girl," Shawna praised her, giving her a slap on the ass. "Now finish making dinner."
It wasn't until Daisy was allowed to stand and take a few steps that she realized the plug had also forced the string bikini into her ass, pinning it up inside her. Her pussy bulged out lewdly on either side of the taut string, bouncing and wiggling with each step. There was also a large round handle on the end of the plug which stuck out between her cheeks. As she walked, the silicone ring bounced back and forth, slapping her rudely.
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Shawna and Dylan ate dinner at the kitchen table. Daisy was forced to kneel on the floor on her hands and knees, eating out of a dog dish. She was made to face away from the pair so that they could observe and access her backside. Shawna reached out periodically to grab the protruding handle and use it to fuck the plug in and out of Daisy's ass. Dry as it was, Daisy was accustomed to such abuse, and it didn't take long for her own natural lubrication to ease the fat plug's way in and out. Just as she began to enjoy the treatment, Shawna would stop and go back to her dinner, laughing cruelly. She seemed to sense when Daisy's anus had tightened back up again, for that was when she would abruptly wrench on the large rubber ring, opening her sphincter once more from the inside out.
When they had finished eating, and Daisy had cleaned up the dishes, Dylan produced a dog leash. He ordered Daisy on her hands and knees and, with her ass pointing up at him, attached the leash to the ring protruding from Daisy's plug. "Crawl upstairs to the master bedroom, you little bitch," he ordered, holding the leash in one hand, and took a swig from the beer he held in the other.
Daisy began to crawl, obediently, across the kitchen floor, through the dining room and up the staircase. She knew her ass was swaying at the two as they followed her, knew her pussy was winking at them from between her thighs. On the third step, her bikini top lost the battle and snapped, allowing her tits to tumble out onto the carpet. Shawna laughed. Daisy's nipples now dragged painfully against the carpet with every step, and her enormous tits bounced against the stairs as she climbed. Finally, she made it to the top, then down the hallway to the master bedroom.
"Up on the bed," Dylan ordered. Daisy obeyed. Once there, she felt the plug shift, and suddenly it was ripped painfully from her anus. She cried out, but the two ignored her. "It didn't gape very much," she heard Dylan say.
"No, you need to fuck her longer," Shawna responded. "Get it to open up more."
She heard a zipper, and wondered for a moment if Dylan was going to fuck her ass. Then she heard Shawna say, "No, no, no. Not yet. Here, use this."
