Daisy rolled her eyes. Looking over her shoulder and between her legs, she tried to navigate her vulva to the tip of the synthetic cock. Her hands cuffed, she couldn't guide the dildo by hand, so she had to rely on the dexterity of her hips. The lace on her stockings and garter belt brushed her skin gently, sending shivers up her spine, while the wagging clips on the lips of her sex pulled at her flesh, giving her an itch that threatened to drive her mad.
On her elbows, she finally brought the head of the member against the soft petals of her genitalia. Digging her toes into the concrete ground, she pushed off, lifting her knees from the ground and arching her back as her ass rose higher into the air, sliding up the length of the false penis.
As she reached the base of the phallus, the strain of the girth against her pussy stretched her lips enough that the two clips on her labia slipped and clattered to the ground.
"Ohh, too bad," the man said, now standing behind her with ready hands, "Still, just two! That's pretty good- I'd hoped there'd be more." He reached under and flipped a couple of leather straps attached to the post up under her thighs, wrapping them around right at the crease with the hip. Startled, Daisy kicked around. "Don't," he corrected, "You could hurt yourself."
Her hips were now securely lashed to the post, her ass pointed straight up hanging well off the ground, impaled on a soft jelly dong. The man circled to stand in front of her, grabbing the chain of her handcuffs, heaving them up to shoulder-height. Daisy felt awkward, her backside pressed against a post and her front half hanging from her wrists twisted back overhead- he had apparently tied the cuffs to one of the rings with a long cord, so that her body was level with the ground but her head raised.
"Two pins, two questions, let's see-" before she could react, she felt something cold and metal being shoved into her mouth, clicking against her teeth. Falling into the groove of her cuspids, the dental clamps locked, clicking into position as they gradually pried her jaw open.
"Text One," the man said, grabbing a handful of Daisy's hair and picking up her head like a cat by its nape, "Radiator maintenance." Daisy orated some vowels before feeling something smooth and hot press against her tongue. The man had stuck his penis into her agape mouth- it was clean, but way too thick to fit- the man would only make it to the back of her mouth, keeping a gentle in-out rhythm. Daisy was so surprised and humiliated she barely noticed the bizarre doggerel the man was droning on about. "-Sure there are no leaks, the antifreeze is bright green, always wait at least-" She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to shut out the whole scene.
Soon, the man went silent. He removed his penis, detached the jaw clamp, and crouched down in front of her. "How often should you check the radiator?"
"Huh? Uhhn... I... I don't know."
He sighed, rising to his feet. He walked over to the post and crouched down. "Repeat after me," he said, "I. Will. Learn. To. Listen."
Losing the will to argue, Daisy obliged. "...I-" she was cut off by a sharp smack of a gloved hand spanking her exposed ass. Reluctant, she knew better than to argue, and continued. "...Will" smack "Learn" smack "To" smack "Listen."
She winced, expecting the last spank. Instead, the hand gently pressed against the skin, giving her glutes an affectionate squeeze. "Good," the man said, returning to crouch in front of her. "Now, what color is antifreeze?"
Daisy's eyes lit up. "Green! B-bright green!"
The man spread his hands open in front of him, happily. "Great! You're learning already!"
'Chapter 4; A tight fit'
"Well," the man said with a sigh, "It's been fun." He unhitched the strap from her cuffs, and she moaned in relief as her arms were gently lowered to the ground. "But, you've got a busy night, and I don't wanna hog all the fun for myself." Standing at the post, he knelt down and opened a glass jar. Daisy didn't see what it was, but could sense him tying something to another ring on the post. Her whole weight hanging from the straps around her hips, Daisy rested her head and arms on the concrete ground, feeling the blood circulate again. Her eyes bugged out when she felt something soft and round, the size of a walnut and covered in slime, pressed against her prone anus. She opened her mouth to say something, then decided against it. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her fists as the man slowly but firmly pressed the object past her sphincter. Daisy's hips twisted against the straps as he shoved in another, then another, then another, making the whole length of the dong shift around inside her with a maddening sensation.
He tugged on the straps around Daisy's thighs, loosening the knots. She gasped, and Daisy's legs shivered as she inched down the length of the dildo, the now-swollen mound between her thighs rubbing down the smooth post until she lay splayed-out on the floor.
"Don't get to comfortable," the man said, knocking the lamp to the floor, where it shone on an air vent in the wall against the floor. "That door locks from the outside, and this," he tore the grate off the vent, making a two-foot square hole, "is your only way out." Daisy looked up at him drowsily as he knelt down in front of her. He pulled something out of his pocket, bent it and shook it, then gently tucked a lit glowstick into Daisy's teeth.
"Your reward. Bright green, right?" He chuckled, standing up and going to the door. As he closed it, he turned back and smiled through the mask. "Don't worry, you're doing fine! ...But don't stay here too long. Trust me, you don't want to keep her waiting."
The door closed behind him with a click. Realizing he probably wasn't making an empty threat, Daisy hurried onto her elbows and knees and crawled over to the opened vent. She barely moved away from the post when an electrifying sensation from her butthole made her freeze. She looked back, incredulous at what she saw; A line of some kind of soft yarn, with one end fixed to the post, and another being tugged out of her anus. It was well-lubricated, and so soft that when it brushed against her flesh it made her shiver, like rubbing velvet the wrong way. Daisy quickly got over her apprehension and powered on, putting one knee in front of the other, undaunted by the continuous sensation shivering through her hole.
She reached the vent- the glowstick was very useful, staving off total darkness. With a gulp, she crossed into the tunnel, which was big enough to comfortably crawl through. As soon as her hips crossed the mouth of the vent, when the string went taut- her eyes bugged out, she felt one of the squishy golf-ball-sized orbs pop against her sphincter, gripping stubbornly on the string.
Slamming her fist into the floor and muttering indistinct obscenities, Daisy tried to relax her entrails while pushing forward with her legs. With some effort, it slipped out with a 'blip,' letting her continue through the tunnel, a length of string still trailing from her.
The metal sides of the air vent were cold, sapping her warmth through the fine mesh gloves and stockings, although it had obviously been well cleaned. She had ample, thick breasts, which swayed under her as she crawled, the lace on her corset tickling the undersides, gently edging her towards a distant climax.
About five feet into the tunnel, it turned to the left. She turned the corner, and nearly dropped her glowstick. Right in front of her, the vent shrank, narrowing to about a foot and a half wide. Already too far to turn back, she mustered the courage to crawl in, pausing when the string went taught on another ball. Passing that one, she squeezed into the tunnel, the cold metal now pressing against her sensitive shoulders and buttocks.
She continued another five feet until the tunnel turned to the right. Making that corner was a challenge in that narrow tunnel, especially in handcuffs. Daisy turned the corner and rolled her eyes. 'dammit, come on!' she though to herself, seeing the tunnel narrow another few inches, to just wide enough to fit her shoulders through. With a grunt, she crawled in, nearly biting the glow stick in half when the thread snapped on the next ball. Getting more comfortable with the flexibility of her asshole, it was less of a challenge, although the tunnel was quite terrifying. The cold chain leash dragging between her breasts, the thread dragging out of her hole as she inchworm-crawled along, cold metal pressing her skin from every side- she fought panic.
Once she had lost count of the distance, her glowstick revealed emptiness and her arms fell away to a low floor. Feeling around her, she gratefully realized she was in another room. Invigorated, she scrambled along out of the tunnel. She wriggled free up to her hips before the last ball caught. With a deep breath and a grunt, it popped out, and she collapsed, panting, relishing her moment of success, the thread gone, leaving Daisy in dark silence.
She didn't even notice a slender hand reaching down and plucking the glowstick from her teeth. Horrified, she followed the glow as it rose up, illuminating a slim, petite woman's body, wearing only combat boots, fingerless black gloves, and black leather bra and panties over a full-body mesh stocking.
"Well, well," a robust, sadistic feminine voice sounded, the glowstick illuminating a beautiful, Hispanic-looking woman with long wavy hair, a beauty mark under her eye, a tiger's eyes and an unmerciful smile, "I was wondering when you would show up."
