The first enema was the worst.
Naturally Shawna filmed the whole ordeal from beginning to end, zooming in on Daisy's anus as the nozzle was inserted into her puckered hole and the warm water administered through the long rubber tube. Shawna also made sure to periodically film Daisy's face, recording her expressions as they ranged from pleasantly relaxed to uncomfortable to desperate. When her asshole began to spasm, Shawna directed the camera at her backside, pulling one cheek to the side to reveal her distended anus. When Daisy begged Shawna to let her use the toilet, Shawna filmed her face while she laughed at her, telling her she could wait another five minutes. She filmed her belly, also distended from the volume of liquid in her bowels, and her pussy, drizzling copious amounts of juice as it always did when Daisy was anxious or nervous.
Dylan was allowed to watch, but he was now under strict probation. He was not allowed to touch Daisy if he wanted to continue to live and have sex with his sister. That night, Shawna had ordered him off the bed and thrust the camera into his hands, demanding that he film her as she climbed onto the bed and stuffed the other end of the dildo into Daisy's defenseless pussy. Startled and embarrassed at having been caught, Dylan had complied, even though Daisy begged him not to. Her pussy ached, and she didn't want to have sex anymore, least of all with Shawna.
"Please, no," she groaned as the dong split her open.
Ignoring her, the angry girl knelt over her, driving the dildo in and out of their cunts. It was fat and jelly-like, and kept slipping out of Daisy's pussy. This seemed to enrage Shawna, and eventually she ordered Daisy onto all fours. Her asshole was still somewhat loose from Dylan's fingers, so once Shawna managed to get the head of the dildo in, she was able to cram the rest of it inside, feeding inch after inch of jelly into Daisy's ass. Dylan had filmed it all, as Daisy discovered when she was shown the video later that day. She watched, embarrassed, as the long, fat dong hung from her asshole like a tail. Shawna stuffed so much of the snake into her bottom that eventually only half a foot remained, protruding from her cheeks rather obscenely. Shawna then stuffed the remaining six inches into her own pussy and fucked Daisy as if she were wearing a strap-on. The image was obscene and humiliating, but not as humiliating as the enemas.
When Daisy was finally permitted to empty her bowels, Shawna insisted she stand facing the tank and hover over the toilet, her ass facing the camera. Tears of relief and embarrassment streamed down her cheeks as Daisy let loose a torrent of liquid from her bottom. Shawna filmed it, naturally, laughing and hurling insults at Daisy the entire time. When her ass was empty, Shawna had administered a second enema to be sure she was completely clean. This one wasn't nearly as bad, and what came out of her ass was almost exclusively what Shawna had pumped into it. This was a relief to Daisy, and she actually felt a bit better about having anal sex now that she knew she was clean.
By the time they were finished, it was midday. Shawna dressed Daisy in a thin white cotton crop-top that did nothing to hide her large nipples. They were stiff all the time now and often ached, but at least they didn't squirt unless they were squeezed or sucked. Shawna also gave Daisy a pair of gray cotton drawstring shorts. They failed to fully contain Daisy's asscheeks, which peeked out from underneath, and did little to disguise the fat bulge between her thighs. Daisy was forced to wear them anyway. She was also given a pair of white flip-flops, and told to do her makeup and put her hair up in a ponytail.
Before they left, Shawna made a show of kissing Dylan in front of Daisy. "We'll be back tonight," she said, her voice low and sexy.
Shawna guided Dylan's hands to her full breasts, covered only by the same thin white cotton shirt Daisy wore. Daisy could have sworn Dylan winced as he squeezed Shawna's tits, but she also thought she saw his hard cock pushing against the front of his trousers. Disappointed, she followed Shawna out to the car with only a brief glance at Dylan as she passed. She thought he looked as dejected as she felt.
"Relax, you're going to have fun!" Shawna announced as she pulled out onto the street. She rolled the windows down and turned the music up so that the two wouldn't have to speak. Daisy wanted to ask where they were going, what they would do, and what was going to happen to her, but it seemed pointless. Unless she wanted to bail out on the highway, it seemed she was along for the ride.
Shawna's parents lived outside the city in a rather isolated suburb, but their drive took them even further out into the countryside. The two eventually pulled up to a large wrought-iron gate, which swung ponderously open once Shawna entered a code into the keypad beside the driveway. Half a mile through a wooded lot, they came upon a towering brick mansion. Wordlessly, Shawna parked out front, leaving the keys in the ignition, and grabbed a bag from the backseat. Daisy followed her up the walkway and into the house. The front door was unlocked, and the girls disappeared inside.
Almost immediately, they were met by an older man dressed in a suit. "Ah, you must be Shawna," he said, bowing curtly. "And I see you've brought a guest. Excellent." He led them down a hallway, which opened into a kitchen. Through a pair of ornate french doors, Daisy observed a huge swimming pool. The butler, or so Daisy assumed he was, handed the girls two drinks, then opened the doors and gestured them onto the patio, wishing them a lovely afternoon.
Once her eyes adjusted to the bright light of the early afternoon sun, Daisy was able to make out five women lying beside the pool in luxurious reclining chairs, sipping colorful drinks. Daisy was surprised to see them wearing the same white cotton t-shirts she and Shawna wore, rather than bathing suits. Each wore a pair of shorts in a different color. They all looked up and smiled as Shawna approached them, Daisy trailing nervously after her.
"This is the new girl?" asked a blonde in pink shorts, craning her neck to get a glimpse of Daisy.
"Just like I promised," Shawna said, smiling back.
Daisy and Shawna settled into their own chairs beside the other five. Daisy had just managed to get comfortable when abruptly she was hit by a blast of cold water. She shrieked along with the other girls, who all tried to shield themselves from the spray, but the damage was done. Everyone had been soaked. When they recovered, Daisy recognized the source of the water-a brunette in sky blue shorts stood in front of them with a hose and a smug grin on her face.
A tiny darker-skinned girl with jet-black hair leapt up from her chair and advanced on the brunette.
"Payback's a bitch!" she shrieked, and grabbed the hose from the other girl. She hit her at point-blank range, soaking her chest immediately. The two girls fought for control of the hose, spraying each others' hair and faces, before they finally collapsed breathlessly into giggles. The hose was dropped, and the wet girls retreated to their chairs for a drink, still laughing.
Sipping her own fruity drink, Daisy found herself staring at the girls as they lay side-by-side in their chairs, all in identical outfits. The thin white cotton clung to each pair of breasts, all of them large and shapely. Their nipples stood out darkly against the wet fabric, some small, some large, but all extremely evident, and stiff from the cold water. The girls seemed not to notice. After a moment, however, the blonde sitting beside Daisy turned suddenly and caught her staring.
"Pretty sexy, huh?" she called, one hand straying to her wet breast.
Daisy blushed. "No, I was just thinking you must be cold."
"Aren't you?" she asked, smiling. "You're just as wet as we are. Here, let me help you."
Suddenly she rose from her chair and in a moment had her hands on Daisy's shirt. Before Daisy could react, the girl had pulled it up over her head and tossed it into the pool. The motion caused Daisy to spill her drink, most of it splashing on her own bare, wet skin.
The girl giggled. "Oh no, she's spilled her drink! That's alcohol abuse, honey. Here, let me help you."
Before Daisy could stop her, the girl ducked her head and ran her tongue across her exposed left tit. Daisy tried to back away from her, but she was already pressed flat against the chair and had nowhere to go. The woman's hands slipped around Daisy's waist and held her as she took one of her nipples in her mouth and began to suck. "No," she protested weakly, her hands on her girl's slim shoulders, "no, not that, please, I'm not like that, I don't-"
"Not like that?" The dark-haired, dark-skinned Latina was on her feet. She grabbed Daisy's hands and held them firmly up over her head. "Are you saying you don't like lesbians? Shawna took you to the wrong party, sweetheart."
"We'll just have to teach her to like pussy," said the blonde. She was still sucking on Daisy's nipples, teasing them with her tongue and teeth, even using her fingers to pluck at them. How they weren't leaking milk, Daisy had no idea, but she waited in horror for the first tell-tale squirt of white liquid. The Latina was rougher. She grabbed Daisy's free nipple and squeezed hard, then tugged, pulling it up and away from her flesh, using the stiff nub to shake and jiggle her heavy tit. Sure enough, a fat white droplet appeared on the wide tip of Daisy's nipple.
Miraculously, the girl seemed not to have noticed the milk. "Yeah, you like that?" she demanded. "You like your big titties being manhandled like this? These nipples are too big for a little girl like you. Only pregnant bitches have big teats for suckling babies. You should have tiny nipples like me." With that, she released Daisy's aching nipple, as well as her hands, and pulled her own shirt up over her head. Her tits were huge and too round to be real, but sure enough, her nipples were tiny. She tweaked them for Daisy's approval, then leaned forward and shoved them into Daisy's face. "Suck on them," she instructed. Someone else had grabbed her hands and held them over her head, so Daisy couldn't fight back or even move. She did manage to clamp her mouth shut, however, so that the hard nipples only grazed against her lips and chin.
"I said suck on them, bitch!" the Latina demanded, and surprised Daisy with a slap across her face. Daisy opened her mouth in shock, and the Latina shoved as much of her tit in as she could. Wide-eyed, Daisy sucked, and sucked, and suddenly realized she was enjoying the feel of the stiff nipple in her mouth, pressing against her tongue. She flicked her tongue against the tiny tip, and the Latina moaned.
"I think she does like it, girls," she exclaimed.
Suddenly, Daisy found herself surrounded by a bunch of half-naked women. She had lost track of Shawna and couldn't see her anywhere, only unfamiliar girls with enormous breasts. The girls began stripping off their wet tops, revealing pair after pair of huge, perfect tits that bounced and swayed as they were released from the confining fabric. She stared, wide-eyed, as each girl advanced towards her to shove her tits in Daisy's face, ordering her to suck. After the second girl, Daisy stopped struggling and just opened her mouth. There were always mouths or fingers on her own nipples, and to Daisy's dismay, she found the combination beginning to turn her on. Her ever-present fear that her nipples would start to leak was beginning to fade as, one by one, she was forced to service the parade of beautiful, naked titties that pressed themselves against her cheeks and chin and mouth.
