Daniella Defiled

For Daniella all was darkness. Dark too was her understanding of this man with whom she could talk politics and ethics and movies, science and spirituality come to that. With whom she had laughed on dates past - clever laughter, stupid laughter. Comfortable laughter with a man of easy charm, who was fucking sexy with it. Before his games and his agenda became apparent. Even now with their supposed understanding he was playing mind-games, undermining, trying to re-establish himself as someone she had almost come to hate a day earlier. But as he played his game, she hardly cared to think why.

She felt the cold tip first, a blunt point making contact with the nape of her neck - glass, hard plastic? - and tracing a slow path the length of her spine to her very tail bone, where its presence made her shudder. He teased it in reverse a moment, then renewed its progress towards the untried little star at her rear.

'What have we got here?' he asked gently, and even if she'd been the dunce back at school, one or two scenes from today's film show would have given her the answer.

'It's a plug,' she said, but her attempted matter-of-fact tone was spoiled by the tremble in her voice. 'It's a plug for my ass...'

'Yes it is.' She squeaked as he demonstrated, pressing the tip to her reflexively tightening entrance. 'But it needs help.' A flick of something, and liquid, silky and warm on that hot day, splashed all over her lower back, draining down between her buttocks, trickling its way into her little sinkhole. Her heart was thudding already, her breath catching, when he began smoothing it down between her cheeks. More liquid being poured, pooling a little, then that tip probing again, insinuating its way slowly past her anal defences. Stretching, delving into her secret place, a fucking suppository that just expanded and opened her up. And she let it happen, allowed shrill little cries to leak out of her throat, till something that felt fat, nearly globed, slid neatly into her rectum and nestled there, making a home in its new tight space.

'You get used to that.' His voice softer than suede. 'Go on, shake that ass a little, while I try something else.' The 'something else' she could hardly contemplate; she was still wriggling her bum from side to side, giving out stifled aching cries as she tried to adjust to the rear intrusion. As she did she could hear a creak as of some hinged container being opened, followed by a metallic clink. Then something small, cold and brittle was being drawn along her jaw line from her chin and down the curve of her neck.

'Sit up,' she was instructed, and like an obedient little doggie she did, shifting her bottom gingerly to rest on her heels, the bulbous intruder continuing to exert its pressure within her anal passage. The intricate metal device was touched to her left breast and traced in a full circumference; it then began a gradual spiral inward to her mound's hard tip, till it teased her nipple in slow circles. The sensation, combined with sudden scared understanding, was exquisite and unbearable.

'You know what this is?'

She had knowledge of such accessories, but no practical experience. 'Nipple clamp. Right?' She could hear how breathy her own voice was.

'Correct.' He continued to tickle lightly about her areola. 'Tweezer clamp this type is called. There are worse. Of course I won't even try at all if you use your word. Your choice at all times.'

The prospect was frightening, made her whole body shudder, but she never even thought of getting out. 'Do it,' she said in a whisper, and then held her breath.

Tiny curved prongs were placed either side of her fully-budded nipple. Then Eric's other hand was up close applying a sharp twisting motion and the clamp seized on her, like wicked little jaws biting her breast's sensitive blood-gorged tip. 'Aaaaaagh! Ohhhhh God...' The shock of pain channelled through her like electrical current, as though connecting her sore nipple to her groin, causing her already-wet pussy to well up with new moisture. She breathed quickly and rhythmically through her sobs, trying to absorb and control the intensity of sensation.

Eric was already drawing the linking chain between her breasts, fitting the second twin-prong to her right teat. He did not pause, just twisted and tightened, sending a second fiery shock through her via her tender nipple-flesh. 'Ohhhhhh fuck!' Cruel yet thrilling, the initial bite of the clamps subsided to a dull throb; combined with the squeeze of the plug it threatened to overwhelm her senses. Her cunt was a mess of excitement. She could feel the trickle down her thighs.

'Good girl.' Eric looked on in approval at his own work. He let her kneel there for a while, panting and sweating, acclimatising to all this new sensory experience. That her loins were soaking was obvious. She was in thrall to him now, he could feel it - trembling for relief, yet unable to say the word that would relieve her from her sweet torment. Daniella was his. It was time to make his call, but only right he give her fair warning.

'Now this may seem a little presumptuous of me, but I've a small select audience all primed to look in on the next part. If you agree.' Her head jerked up. Even in her present circumstances this was a development to be reckoned with. 'My neighbours,' he explained swiftly. 'Interesting couple - they host swingers' events in their home, so anything they might see between us won't shock them. And we can easily give them a nice view.'

Swingers' events... And he knew this how? Because he'd been invited to attend some very possibly. How much of Eric's social habits did she really know about? 'And if I don't agree?'

'You know how to terminate the contract.'

Daniella burned. Eric was determined to push this to its fucking limit. Not enough that he enslave her, he wanted to share her exquisite shame with the neighbours. Terminate the contract - if she did that, then - what, he'd be done with her? He'd milk the weekend for all he could, then find someone else more suited to his games? Well to hell with his plans. She was enjoying this for her own reasons. And maybe she liked the idea of being watched.

'Let them take a good look,' she told him. 'Give them a fucking ringside seat.'

She never failed to surprise him, this girl. He could not help but be impressed. Eric flipped open his phone and re-fitted his Bluetooth for convenience. 'Gareth, hi - you and Marisha still at home? Oh, you are? Well I'll bring her right out.' He snapped the phone shut. 'They've already taken their seats,' he informed Daniella once the call was ended. It was with a good degree of self-congratulation that he hooked the leash to her collar. 'Get back on all fours. We're going walkies.' It was hard to resist, rubbing her face a little more in her plight. He savoured the moment, as she dropped back into her crawling position, then he yanked his pet into motion.

The clamps pinched tight on Daniella's nipples, clung harder on every movement she made, sending little shooting-pains into her chest. Her breasts swung lightly as she moved into a slow crawl, the suspended chain clinking as she progressed, but even that mild pendular sway accentuated the prongs' grip on her tender extremities. She could feel the plug shifting about her rectal walls on every advance of her legs and the insistent tug of the leash on her neck. It was all she could do not to cry out from her suffering tits and filled bottom, but she held her head up even so, bit on her lip to stifle her own sobs and went to her next trial bravely. Go on, show off your hot little slave. Because that's what she wants.

As he unlocked and slid open the French windows at the back of his apartment, Eric could not help but be struck by the bearing of the young creature he had leashed beside him. Lithe and slippery once more with sweat, carrying herself with stubborn pride and biting down all expression of what she felt, she reminded him more of a reined-in jaguar than a tame little tail-wagging spaniel. And God how he loved it when she chewed like that on her plump lip... Damn! He brushed away those thoughts, urged her over the threshold and onto his veranda with one sharp tug at her collar. He propelled her shuffling with a hard slap to her bum cheek that made her cry aloud, past the garden furniture to the white railings, to where his neighbours could have a good view of his naked bitch.

'Climb up against the fence. Let them see you.' She did, clambering up in her stilettos and balancing herself evenly with her legs spread, leaning against the thin metal bars with her clamped breasts thrust precociously over the top rail. He felt a sudden surge of pride at having this delicious young thoroughbred to show off. The leash he dropped, letting it dangle in front of her, the phone he set aside, his hands moving to caress her body smoothly.

'Touch yourself. Go on, show how hot you are for this. Remember you're being watched.' God... Eric naked behind her, his touch starting to flow all over her, his engorged cock pressing into her ass-crack against the base of the plug, and eyes out there somewhere fixing themselves on her plight - her heat didn't take much showing. Her right hand dropped down between her thighs and her middle finger slithered easily inside the wet folds of her cunt to probe and search. The metal teeth on her nipples continued to shoot wicked little darts of sensation that lubricated her further, made her finger slip all the more easily into her pulsing channel. Eric's palms flexed on her thighs, fingertips pressing into her yielding, slightly buttery flesh until they trailed upwards over her loins, either side of her working hand, breaking and settling again to cup her poor sore breasts from below and gently massage them. 'That's it, explore yourself, give in to it. You want to give a good show, don't you?'

She delved deeper, lower back arching spontaneously, so that her shoulders strained back into Eric's broad torso and her breasts jutted more prominently even as they were stroked. Her body was over-stimulated and moving fast through the normally subtle gradations of arousal. Outdoors and on display to strangers, gripped from behind by this hard-bodied sexy fucker whose hard dick was ready to plough he any moment he chose, nipped at her front and plugged in her rear - it was mere seconds before her finger was buried to the third knuckle inside her, the heel of her palm mashing itself against her enflamed clit, juice issuing freely from the tight, swollen tunnel of her cunt.

'That's it, that's it, frig yourself, get yourself off. Go on, sweetheart, show what a hot little bitch you are. Go on, baby.' His fingers were pressing more urgently into her painful tit-flesh, his loins squeezing hard into her buttocks. He was loving this. Loving that he was parading her hot little body before his decadent neighbours, but crazy for her too, despite himself. She could hear the fierce, warm excitement in his voice, at odds with the cool he so often tried to adopt with her. Despite her myriad bodily sensations it was the knowledge of his desire for her that tipped her into orgasm. Her mewling cries increased to a full-throated scream, as pain and delight exploded together to consume her.

In that instant Eric reached up and whipped the sleep mask from her eyes. Light had already been exploding in her head, so she hardly registered the summer daylight till her wild excitement began to subside. As her second climax of that day shuddered its way free of her, her audience became very apparent. A huge two-storey house of grand design had been built into the slopes stretching away from Eric's apartment block. Its white stonework had a rough-cast Mediterranean look about it and on the upstairs veranda a couple were relaxing, replenishing their glasses from a large jug as their afternoon entertainment played out. She was blonde, svelte and bikinied in her late thirties, he around the same age as Daniella's father, only better-preserved, hair silvering and bare torso tanned and muscular. Thing was, she recognised him.

'Gareth Malone,' Eric muttered into her ear. 'Ring any bells?' Bastard. Fucking bastard. Gareth Malone - accountant to Daniella's father over half her life. She had met him on numerous occasions at their home growing up, most recently the previous Christmas. He appeared to be scrutinising her intently from a couple of hundred yards away. 'Of course he may not have realised it's you,' Eric whispered his hands still patrolling her gently.

'You fucker,' she breathed, almost ready to turn around and slap him with all the force she could summon. She had no doubt from the transfixed look on Malone's face and the asides he was making to his voyeur-partner, that he was fully aware at whom he was looking. 'You think you're so damned clever.'

'Even if he does recognise you, he's hardly going to say anything to your dad,' Eric pointed out. He leaned into her so that his dick was more pronounced against her ass. 'Think how surprised he'll be to see you all grown up.'

'You smartass fucking...' She felt like her blood temperature was shooting skyward.

'Prick? Say it if you mean it, Daniella.' He manipulated his erect organ downwards, slipping it between her thighs so he could slide it back and forth against her wet slit. And he continued to goad as he did it. 'Because if you don't, I'm going to fuck you right in front of them both. Go on, sweetheart, what's it to be? Call the whole thing off or my dick inside you while they watch? Your call. Tell me what...'

Daniella twisted her neck around and glared at him. 'Look, just shut up and fuck me, you idiot!'

Eric paused just a fraction. This girl never did quite what he expected. And what she did do had the regular knack of turning him on even more than he already had been. He responded in the only way appropriate. By adjusting the head of his cock to the entrance of her simmering pussy, laying claim to her waist with both hands and launching a mighty fuck-stroke that buried him inside her to the balls.

Daniella clung to the rail and cried out loud enough to rouse an entire block's worth of neighbours. Her tits shook, nipples burning, as Eric assaulted her cunt with a protracted hard-pounding barrage. He always filled her well, but this time she had the plug inside her for added company, each dick-thrust forcing it tight against her rectal walls. 'Ohhhh God...' Eric was groaning, as he made his repeated plunge. 'Ohhhhh fuck...' He was commencing to whack one of her plump bum-cheeks with great swinging flourishes of his palm, as though words had run out and that was the only way he could express himself. That, and what he did next - to grab the leash where it linked to the collar and drag it towards him, like he were reining in a recalcitrant dog; Daniella felt herself pulled up by the neck, her breasts thrusting out and her back curving, as Eric's cock continued to ream her pussy. She was all but lost to herself. Naked and subjugated, leashed and thrashed in public, boned to her centre before those prurient eyes - and loving every searing-hot second of it. And in all this she had just a hint of mischief left lurking within...

'Gimme the Bluetooth,' she gasped, the first time Eric slowed a little in his thrusting, and he let go the leash so as not to constrict her speech. 'Put it on me,' she insisted. 'You were going to phone him anyway, weren't you? Go on, do it and let him hear me.' His cock had slowed further; in a moment he had scrabbled the device from his ear and fitted it to hers. He was still pumping her though, as he retrieved the mobile and hit the repeat-call.

Across the short valley they could see Gareth Malone pick up his phone to answer, his amorous partner draped around him so she could listen in. Eric immediately rammed hard again, smacking into Daniella's ass cheeks with force and unleashing a loud, ecstatic scream from her lungs. She continued to moan her excitement down the phone connection; on the opposite veranda the blonde woman's hand was delving below the table, presumably to begin tugging on Malone's stiffening cock.

For all Eric's fierce effort, Daniella succeeded in catching her breath so she could communicate more coherently, even as his hard strokes whacked into her. 'Hey Mr Malone, you getting all this? Good view? You like watching Jonathan's little girl getting fucked?' Nothing on the other end but rapt attention and hoarse breathing. She continued between her own gasps. 'He feels so big inside me, Mr Malone, he's fucking me so hard... Would you like to do me like this? Would you? Well I'm sorry, you'll just have to wank off on the memory, because looking is all you're going to get...'

Eric would have laughed, had he not been channelling all his energy into a hard fuck. Wicked little bitch... He just couldn't throw this girl off her stride - not for long anyway, game-playing little nymph, sexy little... little... The ear-piece he tore off her, chucking it casually aside. Then he grabbed her by the shoulder in a reckless moment, pulled her face to his and kissed her hard, fervently, his fingers searching their way into her hair as their tongues slid together. They broke but remained close, lips almost brushing, both breathing hard, his motionless cock thrust deep inside her.

The sudden intimacy she had drawn from him triggered in Eric a similar reaction to before. He felt a need to up his game. 'I want to take your ass.'

There had been a deliberate hardened his voice as he said it, but she didn't miss a beat in responding. 'You can have it. But not here.'

Eric had been all set to act, before her final words stalled him. 'But not...' What, was she trying to set conditions now?

'Come on, Eric, if you want to fuck my ass, where do you really want to do it?' There was a rawness to her tone. He got her meaning instantly. 'Daddy's out all afternoon, I know it for a fact...'

'Is that so?' Eric so wanted to take this bait. 'Well maybe I'll finish off fucking you here and then do it all over again at his...'

'You won't.' She ran her tongue along his jaw line and spoke into his ear. 'You want to fuck my ass on Daddy's bed, you take me there right now, or it's never going to happen. Your call.'

Devious little... She had him, there was no denying it. 'Okay,' he said, gripping her waist as he slowly withdrew his unsated cock from the tight sheath of her cunt. 'This we do your way.'

'And one other thing...' He gave her a warning stare, but was met with a pleading frown in response. 'Would you please take off the nipple clamps? They're starting to hurt like fuck.'

That much he did for her, stroking her hair as he unscrewed each ring to loosen the clamps' grip on her. He even laved both her nipples with slow swirls of his tongue, making her moan and cry out her relief as the pain subsided. In the midst of all his commands, this act of tenderness seemed all the more special. Then he took charge again, roughly, grabbing her by the collar and hauling her to the bedroom as she stumbled and squealed in scared delight. Her whole body thrilled now to every nasty thing he did. Her impromptu move had undermined all his carefully laid-out plans and she relished his efforts to wrest control back to himself. She almost felt distracted from the fact that she was soon to get ass-fucked for the very first time. Everything he does to her... Had she ever doubted he would follow through?

The man-size tee-shirt he slung at her with a brusque 'Put it on and get your bag,' once he had struggled into jeans, shirt and trainers himself. It was the first above-ankle piece of clothing - the collar hardly counted - that she had worn all day. The garment stretched to just below her otherwise naked ass. She felt that scary sense of exposure once more, tugging at the hem as they took the lift down to the ground-level garage, the jewelled dog collar still circling her neck. The young couple who shared the descent with them tried not to stare at what was surely an obvious mid-fuck break, likewise the middle-aged man departing his car next to Eric's Lotus. Daniella knew that guy would be looking back in advanced interest as Eric bundled her unceremoniously into the back of his vehicle, her naked pussy and plugged ass on display as the tee rode up around her waist. She wondered if anyone had noticed Eric gripping the currently detached leash.