DAISY, DAISY
by V.P. Viddler
Daisy.
My sister.
Hung. By ropes. In the middle of the room.
I couldn't believe it.
Daisy.
It looked as though she was folded in half, the way she was
hanging. With her wrists bound together, arms stretched straight
up. And with her legs pulled up in front of her body, each leg
bent up sharply, almost vertical, angling only slightly to the
side, each ankle roped, held, the roped wrists and ankles holding
her suspended, dangling. Arms and legs taut as they could get.
Straining. With her rump the lowest part of her. And her legs all
bare, because her skirt had slid down to her crotch, and I could
catch glimpses of her panties.
"Oh, no," Daisy said as I came in. "Oh no, oh god no. Not
that. Not him. Oh god, Jim, I'll kill you, I swear I will."
Jim only grinned. "Yeah?" Jim said. "How you gonna do that,
Daisy? Hmm?" And Jim gave her hanging body a little push, not too
hard, but enough to make her swing a little bit. And to make her
cry out in pain, in a way that I had never heard before; a way
that made my blood pound and my head swim.
Daisy in pain was an exciting phenomenon to me. As was Daisy
bound. And Daisy's taut, naked legs, which I saw--not for the
first time by any means, but for the first time with the thought,
the forbidden thought, of possibility--were as curvy, as smooth,
as sensuous, as lovely, as sculptured of calf and shapely of
thigh, as any that my imagination could wish.
Daisy was gasping as her body gradually came to rest, and
there was pain in her face, but anger also, as I looked at
Daisy's face, framed so enticingly by those straining legs. Her
face was on a leve with mine. Crotch on a level with mine too.
"Jim, don't do this," Daisy said, but less defiantly now.
"God, you can't. Not him. For god's sake--"
"But, Daisy," Jim said. "You deserve it. Don't you? Hmm?"
"I'm sorry," Daisy said. "Damn it, I'm sorry, all right?
Jim--god, it hurts, I'm hurting--"
"Good," Jim said.
"Jim," Daisy said. "You know I--I'll do what you--"
"I know," Jim said. "That's why your little brother's here."
"Jim," Daisy said. "Please. Okay? Please. I'm begging. If
you want--with somebody else, or--but--but this little bastard is
my brother!"
"That's the good part," Jim said.
"Oh Jesus god," Daisy said. "No. Damn you. Please. No."
"How about it, kid?" Jim said. "You like your sister this
way?"
"I do," I said, and Daisy said, "Oh, you dirty little crud."
"I want--" I said. "I want to touch her. Can I?"
"No!" Daisy said.
"Yes," Jim said.
"No!" Daisy said. "Jim, no. Come on. No. Get him out of
here, Jim."
"Do it," Jim said.
I moved closer, till I was standing in front of Daisy's
body.
"If you lay a hand on me," Daisy said, "I'll kill you, you
filthy--"
"Shut up," Jim said. "Do what you want, kid."
I was almost choking. i brought my hand up, up to the top of
Daisy's taut leg--that is, the ankle--and I slowly laid my hand
on that portion of skin just below the rope that held it. First
just my fingers. Then my palm. Just touching that skin. That
flesh.
Daisy made a funny sound.
And then I slowly moved my hand downward. Slowly. Sliding.
Downward. Slowly. Over Daisy's skin. Sliding. Across Daisy's
flesh. As Daisy made angry, unhappy, gasping sounds. Down. Along
that leg. Over the curving calf. Along the side of that smooth
and shapely calf. My hand feeling it. Knowing it. Down.
"Stop," Daisy said. "Stop him, for god's sake."
I loved the hatred, the shame, the humiliation in her voice.
Down. Slowly. To her knee. Down. Loving Daisy's pain and
powerlessness. Onto her thigh. Soft. Smooth. Luscious.
Voluptuous. Yielding flesh. My hand slid. Down. Around. Along.
Daisy's straining, stretching leg.
Daisy was crying. Softly.
I touched her panties. I couldn't breathe.
I put my hand up again. On the other leg. And slid it down.
Again slowly. Luscious, curving, smooth flesh. Down. Down. Loving
it. Listening to Daisy sob. All the way down.
At last I stopped. I looked at Daisy, her pretty but pain-
filled face, through her framing limbs. I was smiling.
Daisy spat at me.
"Why you dumb bitch," Jim said. He moved behind Daisy and
got hold of her long brown hair and pulled on it. Pulled hard.
Until Daisy's head was pulled back and down, her mouth twisting,
gasping. Jim held her that way. "What's wrong with you?" Jim
said. Daisy groaned sharply in pain, straining her head
backwards, but Jim just tugged harder at her hair. "Tell your
brother you're sorry. Go on, Daisy. Apologize."
"I'm sorry!" Daisy gasped, loudly. "I'm sorry, stop, god,
I'm sorry, please..."
Jim let go of Daisy's hair. "Now," Jim said. "What else
would you like to do to her?"
My blood was pounding.
"Please," Daisy said, "Jim, stop. Stop now, please. I'll be
so good to you, please."
"How about it, kid," Jim said. "You want to do it to your
sister?"
It was too much and I couldn't say it, it was so bad, though
I was thinking, yes, god yes, I want to do it to my sister. But I
was silent.
"You dig Daisy, right?" Jim said. "She's a great looking
girl. You want to see her naked?"
"I can't stand it," Daisy said. "You have to let me go, Jim,
god, you have to take me down now, I'm hurting so much and I
can't stand this and if you don't get him out of here I--I--Jim--
don't do it--"
"Yes," I said. "I do."
"What?" Jim said.
"Want to see Daisy naked."
"Daisy," Jim said. "Your brother wants to look at your tits.
Tell him to open your blouse."
"Jesus," Daisy said. "You dirty bastard."
"Tell him, Daisy," Jim said.
"No," Daisy said, but her voice trembled. But still she
said, "No. Go to hell."
"Go on, Daisy," Jim said. "Say it. Say, go on, little
brother, unbutton my blouse and look at my tits. Go on."
"No," Daisy said. "You filth. You can hurt me all you want.
I won't."
Jim took off his belt.
Daisy bit her lip.
Jim said, "Tell him to unbutton your blouse."
Daisy didn't say anything.
Jim swung the belt backwards and then swiftly and suddenly
brought it forward and hit Daisy viciously across the back.
Daisy screamed.
Jim said, "Tell him to unbutton your blouse."
Daisy was sobbing. "Don't!" she said.
Jim waited.
Diasy said nothing.
Jim raised the strap.
"No!" Diasy said.
Jim said, "Tell him to unbutton your blouse."
Daisy said, "Please!"
Jim whipped the belt across Daisy's back again, still
harder, with a loud harsh crack.
Daisy screamed.
"Tell him," Jim said.
Daisy could hardly speak. She choked it out. "Open--unbutton
my blouse," Daisy said, crying.
I did.
My hands shook. Starting with the top button, I undid all
the buttons. Slowly. Drawing it out. Daisy didn't look at me.
With all the buttons open at last, I hesitated. I saw Daisy was
not wearing a bra.
"Go on," Jim said.
Daisy was sobbing.
I put my hands on both sides of that undone blouse and I
drew them apart. As far as I could. Apart. And pushed them back,
draping them on either side of Daisy's breasts. Daisy's now bare,
naked, exposed breasts. Daisy's fabulous, high, full, quivering,
gorgeously rounded, pink-nippled breasts.
"Daisy," Jim said. "Tell him to touch them."
"Jim," Daisy said, whimpering, pleading. "Jim, for pity's
sake--"
Jim raised his strap.
Daisy said, "Touch them."
And I did so.
For a long time.
Jim had a knife, and with it he cut Daisy's blouse from her
body. Naked to the waist, Daisy moaned. Wriggling with pain and
with shame, but wriggling only made her hurt still more. I
watched her breasts jiggling and rolling and I watched her long
magnificent tightly straining legs and I saw the perspiration on
that body and listened to those sounds. I was hard.
Hard as a rock.
For my sister.
Who said, "Jim," for Jim was now cutting her skirt from her,
"Jim no Jim anything you want, Jim for god's sweet sake if you do
this I'll die, I beg you, oh god I can't, I'll do what you say,
I'm sorry, Jim, I'm so sorry, I'll be so good, I'll make you so
happy, and if you want me to do anything with anybody I will,
please not this, please not him, anything else, hurt me if you
want, anything, I'll crawl on my knees to you, Jim, I beg you--"
Christ it was exciting.
"Daisy," Jim said, "your brother is going to do anything he
wants to you. From now on." Jim gave me the knife. "Cut her
panties off," Jim said.
Daisy said, "Wait!" Taking long deep breaths, trying for
calm so she could talk. "Wait. Wait. Look. I--Jason, you can't--
you don't want to do that. Jason--I--I'm your sister. Your
sister. You know this isn't right. You know that. It's--it's all
wrong, Jason, it's--it would be--incest. You can't want to do
that. If I--If I've treated you badly I--I'm sorry, Jason, I am.
I apologize, all right? I won't any more, never, I promise, I
swear it. Okay? You don't want to--to hurt your sister. Please.
Jason. Oh please. Please."
I was smiling.
Daisy gave such a moan of despair and horror that my hair
stood up. My cock was already standing up.
I cut Daisy's panties off. Slowly.
And I touched Daisy's crotch. First with my hand, my
fingers. Daisy was sobbing. Then with Jim's knife, playfully.
Daisy was gasping in fear, trying to shrink back. Jim took the
knife away.
"You got a better tool than that, kid," Jim said. "Use it."
And I pulled down my zipper and then took out my cock. It
was so hard. I was so close to Daisy. Just the right height. All
I had to do was to step forward and put it into her.
Daisy was babbling, begging and pleading. I stepped up to
her.
"No," Daisy said. "No no no no no for god's sake no don't
don't no no oh no no no don't Jesus," sweating and squirming and
Jim said, "Do it," and Daisy said, "No you can't you bastard no
please no," and I did it.
I did it.
I took my sister.
I put my cock right into her. Right inside her. Put it in.
"Bastard!" Daisy said, choking.
I put it in further. Daisy was twisting in those painful
ropes, trying to push me out. I pushed in, in. In. Farther in.
All the way in. Into my sister. Daisy. All the way. I put my
hands on her legs and held onto them tightly, pulling her to me,
pushing into her. My fingers clutching that flesh, digging into
its softness, holding her so tightly, pushing into her all the
way. Daisy was tight. And wriggly. I was panting and I almost
lost it right there. But I didn't. I had to do it to her.
"Bastard," Daisy said, whimpering, gasping. "You filthy
turd, I hate you, oh you filth, I'll kill you, oh Jesus you slimy
son of a bitch bastard..."
Jim said, "Daisy."
Daisy said, "What?"
Jim said, "Kiss him."
Daisy said, "No."
Jim said, "Kiss him, Daisy. Real good. A nice sexy kiss.
Okay?"
Daisy said, "Go to hell."
I wanted to kiss her, kiss that full mouth, that gasping
mouth. I moved my face to hers between those uptilted fabulous
legs. Daisy turned away.
Jim hit her with his belt.
Daisy yelled.
Jim said, "Kiss him."
Daisy said, "Jim please please."
Jim hit her again.
Daisy howled.
Her head turned slowly toward me.
"Nicely," Jim said. "Kiss him lovingly, Daisy. With your
tongue. Give it all to him. Open that mouth, give him your tongue
and your lips and do it right."
And he hit her again.
I kissed her. Hard. On her luscious lips. And her crying
mouth opened and she kissed me back, sobbing, kissed my lips,
moving her mouth on mine, sobbing, and I put my tongue right into
her mouth and I moved it in her mouth and I found every corner of
her warm moist sexy mouth and she let me, sobbing, and then I
took my tongue away so Daisy could put her sweet wet curvy tongue
into my mouth and finally she did that, sobbing, and she moved it
all around my mouth, sobbing, and again I almost shot into her
and then I took my mouth from hers and stood straight and began
to do it to her.
Doing it to my sister Daisy.
Holding on to her long curving soft legs and moving back and
forth inside her, back and forth, in and out. Slowly. Then
faster. Faster. Then slow. In and out and Daisy was choking and
crying and cursing and sobbing and begging and hurting and I
loved doing this to her, my helpless, tied up, hanging sister,
who was in agony, all kinds of agony, hurting and sweating and
dangling and humiliated. Degraded and debased and being had by
her little brother. I wanted to do it to Daisy always. Always and
always.
Jim said, "Doing good, kid, but hey, you don't have to work
so hard. Let's make Daisy do the work. Let's make this
interesting." And he raised that strap and whipped Daisy hard
across the back.
Daisy screamed. And jerked. Forward.
And Jim hit her again, the strap whistling, the crack of
belt against flesh loud and vicious. Daisy howled and jerked and
squirmed. It was fantastic. Fantastic. I hardly had to move at
all.
Daisy tried to say something, but she couldn't. Jim hit her.
Again. Again and again. Whack! the strap went. On Daisy's bare
back. Whap! Fantastic it was. I held on to Daisy's writhing legs
and let her writhe and twist and wriggle around my cock and Jesus
Jim went on whipping her. Whap! Crack! Splat! Rhythmically. Hard.
Merciless. Splat! Crack! Daisy was screaming so loudly now. Whap!
Jumping and jerking and bucking. Whap! Crack! I couldn't stand it
much longer. Daisy's hair was swinging wildly from her tossing,
rolling head. Jouncing bosoms. Taut helpless shapely legs. Whap!
Splat! Crack! Daisy shrieking her lungs out, howling, suffering
so beautifully that I couldn't wait any more, couldn't hold out,
I had to come, and I burst open into Daisy, shooting, spurting,
giving it all to her, into her, into my sister, holding on to her
legs, calves, thighs, thighs, Daisy's thighs, and I was through.
"Now me," Jim said. "And you whip her."
So I did. Whipping Daisy. Making me hard again.
So afterwards Jim cut the rope that bound her wrists and let
her hang by her ankles and pulled her higher up until Daisy's
mouth was at my crotch and told Daisy to suck me. And Daisy did
that. Her upside-down mouth took my cock and sucked it and licked
it until it shot into her mouth and Jim told her to swallow it
and she did.
Jim told Daisy she was my slave now, and she would crawl on
all fours and do all my bidding and would do anything I said and
would suck my cock and lick out my ass and ask me to whip her and
piss on her and hurt her and say she loved me.
And Daisy did it all.
All of it.
Daisy is sucking me right now...
