Daisy arrived at the house on Friday evening and entered as planned. She had been dating Jack for almost a year. During that time they had shared their fantasies and gotten into some pretty erotic role playing. One night when Daisy shared her fantasy involving bondage and torture, Jack admitted that he too was turned on by such thoughts.
Daisy removed her clothes and jewelry and showered. She placed her dark brown hair in a pony tail and pulled on the black g-string and large white t-shirt.
She opened the letter left for her and read it:
"You are agent Daisy Rodriguez, a spy for the Puerto Rican resistance movement. Only you know the location of the secret plans- under the bridge. Under the bridge is your safe word. Use it and the game will end...and you will lose. Jack Jones of the American spy service has only 8 hours to break you. Good Luck."
Daisy felt butterflies in her stomach as she knocked on the cellar door, counted to ten then entered. She arrived at the bottom of the stairs and was immediately hooded.
She was turned around three or four times and felt disoriented.
She stood there for what seemed like half an hour but was probably only 10 minutes.
The hood was pulled off and Jack stood before her, wearing combat boots, black jeans and a black tank top, "Welcome to hell bitch. Tell me where the plans are."
Daisy felt herself getting into the part immediately, "Fuck you, Gringo "
Jack reached out and ripped the t-shirt down the front, exposing Daisy's D-cup tits and large areolas. He grabbed her by the arm and led her to the center of the room. Leather cuffs were put on her wrists which were then clipped to chains. Her arms were hoisted up and out and her ankles were fastened to eye-bolts in the floor, leaving her spread eagle.
Jack approached her with a pair of scissors and cut off the g-string. Her trimmed pubic hair and pussy lips now revealed.
He picked up something from a table on the side of the room. As he approached she could see it was a riding crop. She yelled as the first blow hit her left breast.
"The plans," he said calmly.
Daisy was the freedom fighter now. She feigned spitting at him.
He slapped her right breast and she yelled again. Jack alternated breasts several more times until Daisy's tits burned and were red. Clothes pins were placed on her nipples and Daisy gasped in spite of herself.
Jack had moved behind her. "Where are those plans bitch?"
Before she could answer the leather thongs of the flogger cut into her flesh.
Was this more than she had bargained for? How far would Jack go? She realized she was into this and her pussy was wet. She was in some pain but she was very turned on.
Jack stood before her and disrobed. His large cock was fully erect.
The chains were let out so Daisy could bend at the waist. Jack positioned himself behind her and slid into her wet pussy. He fucked her for several minutes and Daisy groaned with pleasure. Her tits with the clothespins still attached swayed with each thrust. Jack came hard, withdrew and offered his cock to her mouth. Daisy sucked the cum and pussy juice off Jack's cock.
Daisy was released and placed in a wooden box about twice the size of a coffin. "When I let you out, I want answers."
Daisy was sore but still excited and turned on by this role play. She wondered what lay in store. She dozed briefly but was taken out after about an hour.
