Daphne didn't sleep well that night, so when she heard the power tool unscrewing the lid of her box, she was grateful to just be getting out of the box. Part of the reason was having so many shoes all over her. It was hard to get comfortable when lying on top of a bunch of shoes.
Another reason was her vagina. Yesterday was her first time having sex, so it was natural for it to ache a bit afterwards. What was unnatural was what they had done to her. A strange woman had actually forced her entire size 8 foot, heel and all, in her vagina, and then she had dragged Daphne around, trying to walk in her like she was some kind of shoe. Indeed, that was what her rapist and his sister had been calling her all day, a shoe.
The final thing was that she couldn't stop her mind from playing through all the possibilities of what they had in store for her. Her rapist had said he intended to keep her for a full week, and then he'd used alliteration to schedule out the week. Today was Maid Monday, and tomorrow would be Tutu Tuesday. She was fairly confident she knew what both of those entailed, and didn't sound too terrible. Next was Wheels Wednesday followed by Thorough-bred Thursday. She was at a loss on what Wheels referred to other than maybe roller skates or something to do with a car, but she was pretty sure Thorough-bred referred to horses, so maybe horse back riding or something. Feet Friday likely meant spending the day with them calling her and treating her like a shoe again, so she wasn't looking forward to that at all. She was at a total loss for what Sit Saturday meant.
Light from the overhead fixtures flooded her eyes as the box lid was removed. She squinted up to see her rapist silhouetted in the glow. She wanted to bury herself deeper in the shoes to get away from him, but she also wanted out of the shoes. He reached in and hauled her up to the edge.
"So, you done being a shoe and ready to try something else, Shayla?" he asked.
When she only had a shoe covering her mouth yesterday morning, she'd tried to tell him her name was Daphne, but he'd insisted that was the name of the flats she wore on her feet. He'd then found this new shoe, gagged her with something that prevented her from closing her mouth and trapped her tongue sticking out, and then he secured the shoe to her face, he'd then taken to calling her Shayla, saying she looked like the shoe he'd just covered her mouth and nose with.
Daphne nodded her head. Being a maid, if he was serious about the schedule, had to be better than being a shoe.
"Wonderful," he said. He then lifted her out of the box and set her on her feet.
She wasn't wearing her "Daphne Blake" flats anymore. Another thing he'd done was trap her feet in a pair of high heeled Mary Jane pumps. They were stuck because of the three straps across the top of each foot. She hadn't been able to operate the buckles on the straps because her hands had also been trapped in a pair of shoes, or rather boots.
"Come along," he said, taking her by the elbow and guiding her inside the house. "Let's get you ready for the day."
*****
The three of them had sat down to breakfast. Daphne was grateful because she hadn't been given anything to eat all day yesterday. The shoe and gag had been removed for now with the promise that speaking out of turn would see them being put back on her face.
Daphne had also been given a set of clothes. As expected, she wore a maids outfit, but instead of the traditional black and white, it was purple and black. It also had a much shorter skirt than she would have liked, and they hadn't given her any underwear. On her legs, she wore fishnet stockings held up by garters on the front and back of her thighs, and on her feet were a pair of purple Mary Jane flats.
"Now then, Shayla," said Sam, "you will stay home with Jessica today while I go to work today. When we're done in here, we'll finish getting you ready, and then you'll start your maid duties in the library. You'll then work your way through the house, dusting all the wood surfaces. When you're done with that, you will come down here where you will clean the dishes and then wash the floor. You will finish with cleaning the toilets. Is that understood?"
Daphne looked up from her plate. She'd just about finished all of her bacon and eggs. It had been good, but something had been off about the taste. She'd kept eating though because she was worried she might be tempted to say something when she was supposed go be quiet.
"Yes sir," she responded. She couldn't meet his eyes.
"Have you ever cleaned before?" he asked.
"Not much, sir," she replied. She wasn't a complete novice. Her family often hired outside help to clean the house, and Daphne was known to help out in small ways every so often.
"How did you like your breakfast?" asked Jessica.
Daphne wondered if she should say something didn't taste quite right. "It was good, thank you."
"I'm glad to here it," replied Jessica. "Maybe you'll make a good shoe yet."
"I'm sorry," said Daphne. "I don't think I understand what you mean."
Looking up briefly at both of them, she saw that they were both smiling. Some inside joke at her expense, obviously.
"Well, if you're done, let's finish getting you ready," said Sam.
As he got up and went into the other room, Jessica unlocked the belt across Daphne's lap keeping her from standing up. She then helped Daphne to her feet. Her ankles were still locked to the chair legs, so she still couldn't go far until they were unlocked too. Jessica pulled Daphne's wrists down to her sides where she locked her wrists to a wide, sturdy belt encircling her waist.
Sam returned with the keys for her ankle cuffs. Tossing them to his sister, he held up a wide leather strap and instructed Daphne to open her mouth. It had a plate on one side of the strap and a screw mechanism on the other. Daphne hesitated before opening her mouth to allow the plate between her teeth. He pulled the straps around the sides of her head, and then he wrapped additional straps under her chin and over the top of her head. They were all pulled tight and had the combined effect that they forced her teeth closed on the rubbery plate in her mouth. The plate stretched over her tongue trapping it in the bottom of her mouth.
Jessica now showed Daphne a feather duster. Daphne tried to reach for it with her hands and grunted when the cuffs on her wrists stopped her from lifting her hand. Jessica smiled and then turned the duster around. She began screwing it into the other side of the strap covering Daphne's lips.
"You want to know what the secret ingredient was on your eggs and bacon?" asked Jessica.
Something in the way she said it made Daphne think she didn't really want to know. Before she could shake her head no, Jessica told her.
"While you were busy getting cleaned up and dressed, I took back my boots and socks," she explained. "I also picked up your cute little fuck-me heels, and then I brought them all down here. You might have noticed how soggy the socks are when you took them off. Well, I wrung them out over your plate and made sure to dump my boots out too. You'd be amazed how much sweat there was. I wonder how much of it was still from me. Anyway, then I took a dry sponge to your shoes and used it to soak up all your foot sweat, and then I squeezed as much of that out as I could."
Daphne stared at her in wide-eyed disbelief. Jeepers! Why would someone do all that? It was just cruel!
"I figured you'd enjoy it," she explained. "I mean, you're a shoe, right? Shoes love it when their owner's feet work up a good sweat. I thought it would help you remember that, even though you're dressed up as a maid today, you're still a shoe."
What? Why won't they stop? Daphne couldn't think how to respond.
Presently, Daphne's ankles had been unlocked from the chair, but they had put a wooden bar between her knees forcing her to keep her legs spread. She didn't know what its purpose was, but it was becoming obvious that being a maid was not as easy as she'd thought, and she hadn't really even got started yet.
Sam was putting something else on her the piece that she could see consisted of a metal collar and a metal waist belt joined by a strip of metal that went down her sternum. She felt a pair of thin curved metal bars slide up between her legs on either side of her labia. Her wrists had to be re-secured to the sides of the new metal belt, and then she felt them putting something on her back as they married the two halves of the collar and the belt, locking them together around her neck and waist. Whatever the thing was, most of its weight was now sitting on Daphne's hips.
"Okay," said Sam, checking the fit. "Looking good, Shayla. I think we want to still give you the chance to be a shoe. It's really what you were made for, after all. So, we've devised this to help keep you good and stretched while you work today."
Again with the shoe thing? Jeepers! When were they going to let it go? And how's this supposed to stretch me?
Then she felt it. Something was being pushed into her poor, abused vagina from behind the device made it difficult for her to contort her body at all to get a better look at it, and she couldn't see it at all just looking down her body.
Uhm-uhm!" she said, shaking her head. "Uhm-uhm, uhm-uhm!"
She didn't want this thing inside her. Couldn't they just let her be? Apparently not. She wondered again for what seemed like the hundredth time where her friends were and what was taking them so long to come to her rescue. She felt them slide the thing all the way into her vagina at which point she felt cold metal slide up between her buttocks. The thing wasn't too thick around, at least not as thick as Jessica's foot had been yesterday, but it was certainly long. From the moment it first touched her to the moment it couldn't go any deeper had seemed to take forever to pass.
"There, all set," said Sam.
Daphne shook her head again, trying to convey that she really didn't like this. They didn't seem to be paying any attention to what she did and did not want though. She felt Jessica removing the bar from her knees allowing Daphne to now stand up more straight. She did so, squeezing her thighs tightly together.
"You'll not want to do that once we turn it on," explained Jessica. "If you try to stop it in any way... No, you know what? You'll figure it out."
Daphne couldn't stop looking at them both in wide-eyed terror. Jeepers! What was going on? Why?
"Come along now, Shayla, it's time you got started," said Sam, taking her by the elbow and guiding her down the hall to the Library.
Daphne tried to walk normal, but every movement seemed to emphasize the fact that she had a foreign object in her vagina. She didn't feel like there was any danger of it suddenly falling out, she was more worried about it moving at all. What Jessica said seemed to imply that moving it was exactly what they had in mind.
Once they were in the Library, she heard a click on the back of the thing on her back. It was immediately followed by a humming noise, and then she felt the thing in her vagina sliding back out of her. She froze and tried to look down at it, but she couldn't see it even when it reached its lowest point and started its journey back into her.
"Uhm-uhm, uhm-uhm!" Daphne said, looking from Sam to Jessica.
Her captors just smiled at her. Sam swatted her on the rump, giving her buttock a firm squeeze before he left. "Well, better get started," said Jessica. She moved to a chair, picking up a magazine to read and watch Daphne as she toiled.
Daphne Blake Maid Monday
Re: Daphne Blake Maid Monday
Who were these people and how could they be so cruel? Surely, a normal person, upon opening a box full of shoes they'd ordered and finding a young woman in it too would have done whatever they could to return the woman to her friends and family. From the first moment he'd laid eyes on her, he'd treated her as little more than a thing, a shoe, in fact.
Now she was dressed as a maid with a feather duster in her mouth, unable to use her hands, with a machine strapped to her back driving a sex toy in and out of her body. She was being raped by a machine, expected to perform like everything was perfectly normal, clean their house. How could Jessica, a fellow woman, sit by and let these injustices be performed on her?
Daphne nearly let herself sink to her knees, the sensation of the toy moving in and out of her vagina almost unbearable. Part of her wanted to just stand there or collapse to the floor and enjoy it. It really felt nice. Her hands scrabbled frantically to get between her legs to stop what was being done, but they could only reach so far, and it wasn't far enough.
"Come on, Precious," said Jessica, looking up from her magazine. "We don't have all day, you know, and that things not coming off till you're done."
Daphne moaned, looking pleadingly at the woman. Jessica just ignored her and buried her nose in the magazine again. Closing her eyes, she stepped forward towards one of the bookshelves lining the wall. As she did so, the toy shifted inside her, penetrating her in a slightly different way, and she wanted to just stop right there and not move till they took it out and turned it off. She knew that wouldn't happen though.
She forced herself to take another step and then another, pushing back all the discomfort and pleasure that shot through her entire body with the slightest movement. She tried to just concentrate on the task at hand, the feathers sitting right in front of her face. She brought the feathers to bear with the books in front of her and then she shook her head side to side, dusting their spines and the edge of the shelf they sat on.
It was mindless work. The machine kept the toy moving in and out of her at a steady pace, pulling almost all the way out and then plunging back into her until it couldn't go any deeper. She had to keep her focus on her work, and dusting, shaking her head side to side so the feathers brushed the things she was cleaning. She had to focus, or she would be drawn into what was happening with her body.
In, out, in out, in out. It just went on and on, over and over. Her vagina parted to allow it access, and then it contracted as it exited her. She bounced up and down in frustration because it was so difficult not to think about it.
Daphne started trying to walk without moving her legs, only moving them below the knee. Jessica saw what she was doing and thought it looked especially cute. Daphne didn't notice as Jessica pulled out her phone and began recording Daphne's efforts.
"Wow," she exclaimed after a few more minutes. "Look at the time. I'll be right back."
Daphne considered running, but she knew she wouldn't get far as long as the machine was raping her. She instead went back to her work.
Jessica returned, and she switched off the machine. Daphne groaned in relief even though she'd stopped it with the toy stuck all the way inside her. She then saw what Jessica had in her hand. It was a new pair of shoes.
The new shoes were also Mary Janes. Instead of being flats, these ones had a 1" wedge heel. She also had a pair of frilly white tube socks. Jessica helped Daphne out of the flats, and then she helped her into the new pair of shoes. She then uncuffed one of Daphne's hands, but it was only to dress it in one of the socks and then one of the shoes she'd just been wearing. She made sure to turn down the sock so the frills would be above the shoe, and then she closed the cuff around her wrist again. He did the same to her other hand.
"There," said Jessica before she flipped the switch to turn the machine back on and went back to her magazine.
Daphne stared after the other woman for a moment, uncomprehendingly, and then she went back to her work.
She was able to work for about another 30 minutes or so before it happened. If she'd been able to just walk around the room and dust what was at head height, she reasoned that she would have been okay. That was not the case though. Shelves both high and lower than what was immediately in front of her face needed dusting too. It wasn't only the bookcases that she needed to do, it was also the corner tables and the desk. All of that involved a lot of bending down, bending over, and stretching up on her toes.
She felt it coming on. It started as a fluttering in the pit of her stomach, and then it grew until it was hard for her to breathe. Jessica was fortunate enough to know the warning signs, so when Daphne suddenly straightened and froze, tensing all her muscles, she was ready to record her first orgasm.
It had been building steadily for a while, at least the last couple of bookshelves, but then it suddenly flared up, and there wasn't anything Daphne could do to hold it back. Jessica saw her eyes lose focus when it finally broke, and then she heard the moans escaping her gag. She watched as Daphne's body spasmed and shook before her.
It only lasted about a minute, but it was the most intense thing Daphne had ever felt. It felt wonderful and wrong at the same time. Her mind felt hazy afterwards, and she had to shake herself in order to bring her focus back to work. She looked around at her surroundings, momentarily lost until her eyes came to rest on Jessica, cell phone in hand. She realized what had just happened, and she felt her face growing red from humiliation as the toy in her vagina continued in and out at the same unwavering pace. She returned to work, her legs a little unsteady now.
At the hour mark, Jessica again left the room and returned a few minutes later with another pair of shoes. Daphne didn't notice until the machine was switched off again, the toy again fully buried inside her. The new pair were nearly identical to the pair she already had on her feet except that the wedge heel was 2 inches instead of only 1. The shoes on her hands were removed and replaced with the pair she'd just had on her feet. The machine was turned back on, and Daphne knew she would need to get back to work.
The new shoes were still plenty comfortable, still having a low heel, and it helped a little with being able to reach some of the higher shelves. She wondered if the pattern would continue though, and then she wondered how high the shoes would get before Jessica stopped. Would she even be able to walk around anymore?
Now that she'd orgasmed once, Daphne hoped it would be enough for her body and she'd be able to concentrate better on getting her work done. It seemed to have the opposite effect though. Now her vagina was even more sensitive to the stimulation being inflicted upon it. She was more aware of what was happening this time, so she felt like she might be able to control it better this time.
When her second orgasm came, she was taken by less surprise this time than the first time. Jessica was still able to get her phone out and capture the entire thing though. Daphne had turned to partially face Jessica this time, so she saw the camera focused on her even as her orgasm overtook her. Shame was the dominant emotion through the entire thing. Then it was back to work.
It took her two and a half hours to finish the Library. From there, she was led down the hall, dusting the pictures and other decorations as she went, until they arrived in the living room. She went right to work, anxious to finish and get the machine off her back. Going down the hall brought on a mini-orgasm, and Jessica smiled knowingly at her, reaching out to stroke her breast through the maid uniform.
At the hour mark, she was given a new pair of shoes and the shoes on her hands were changed as well. It also was now lunch time. Daphne couldn't remember a time that she had been more hungry than she was then. Jessica left the machine running though and only removed the feather duster. She then inserted a straw through the screw, and Daphne found that she could suck the protein shake by biting down on the rubber plate in her mouth and then holes in the plate delivered the drink to her tongue. It wasn't until Daphne had already taken a few sips of the cool drink that she remembered what Jessica had done to flavor her breakfast. There was no way for her to ask if the same had been done with her drink, and she decided she didn't really care in the end. If sweat had been mixed into her drink, there wasn't anything she could do about it. It was back to work when she finished the drink.
Daphne finished in the living room. As she worked, she had at least one more orgasm, but it was getting hard to track when and where she had them. She didn't want to think about them too much either. She was also in shoes with a 4 inch wedge heel.
The area she had to clean upstairs was much smaller than what she'd already done downstairs. It was just the hall joining Sam's and Jessica's rooms, a bathroom, and a small study at the end of the hall. Dusting only needed to be done in the hall and study.
She was done dusting. The moment was celebrated by another orgasm and being changed into 5 inch wedge shoes. She was led back down to the kitchen where the feather duster was removed and replaced with a scrub brush attachment. The scrub brush was to be used to clean the breakfast dishes.
Cleaning the dishes required different movements than what dusting had. Jessica had to hold the dishes still, and then Daphne would bend over and move the brush in circles on the dish she was cleaning. It allowed the toy being driven continuously in and out of her vagina to penetrate her even more deeply. She found herself moaning along with each penetration, and though she stopped when she realized she was doing it, she found herself doing it again less than a minute later.
cleaning the floors presented a different challenge. At least she didn't have to stand on her aching feet anymore. She was up to 6 inch wedges now, and she felt like she was constantly about to fall forward when she was standing in them. She was able to work on her knees now, but she had to bend over still. The scrub brush was changed for a sponge attachment.
Finally, it was time to move to the bathrooms. Her 6 inch shoes were changed for a 7 inch pair. The angle of her feet stayed much the same as with the 6 inch pair, the difference being that the platform sole was now higher. She had to take quick, small steps in order to walk at all, and she probably would have fallen a dozen times if not for Jessica's assistance. The sponge attachment was changed this time for a toilet brush.
Being forced to clean a toilet, her head practically in it, while she was having sex, even if it was just a machine, was probably the most humiliating thing that had been done to her thus far. It was worse by far than being treated like a shoe. Here she was, having an incredibly intimate act performed on her, and she had her head in a toilet, being forced to clean it. It didn't help that Jessica was right behind her the entire time, running her fingers lightly along Daphne's thighs.
She'd had several orgasms throughout the day. None were as intense, except maybe her very first, as these were. They were also grouped very closely together. The smell and the sight in front of her were awful, but the pleasure she felt coursing through her was wonderful. Even as she was in the middle of an orgasm, she kept cleaning, hoping that doing so would help her finish more quickly. She didn't know if she could make it all the way through, and the only way to make it all stop was to finish cleaning.
Finally, she was done. The last toilet had been cleaned. She turned her back to Jessica so she could turn the machine off even as she was in the midst of yet another orgasm. Jessica let the toy go all the way in before switching it off though, and then she removed the toilet brush from her mouth. At least she'd done that much. Daphne followed along behind Jessica as she was led to the living room.
Now she was dressed as a maid with a feather duster in her mouth, unable to use her hands, with a machine strapped to her back driving a sex toy in and out of her body. She was being raped by a machine, expected to perform like everything was perfectly normal, clean their house. How could Jessica, a fellow woman, sit by and let these injustices be performed on her?
Daphne nearly let herself sink to her knees, the sensation of the toy moving in and out of her vagina almost unbearable. Part of her wanted to just stand there or collapse to the floor and enjoy it. It really felt nice. Her hands scrabbled frantically to get between her legs to stop what was being done, but they could only reach so far, and it wasn't far enough.
"Come on, Precious," said Jessica, looking up from her magazine. "We don't have all day, you know, and that things not coming off till you're done."
Daphne moaned, looking pleadingly at the woman. Jessica just ignored her and buried her nose in the magazine again. Closing her eyes, she stepped forward towards one of the bookshelves lining the wall. As she did so, the toy shifted inside her, penetrating her in a slightly different way, and she wanted to just stop right there and not move till they took it out and turned it off. She knew that wouldn't happen though.
She forced herself to take another step and then another, pushing back all the discomfort and pleasure that shot through her entire body with the slightest movement. She tried to just concentrate on the task at hand, the feathers sitting right in front of her face. She brought the feathers to bear with the books in front of her and then she shook her head side to side, dusting their spines and the edge of the shelf they sat on.
It was mindless work. The machine kept the toy moving in and out of her at a steady pace, pulling almost all the way out and then plunging back into her until it couldn't go any deeper. She had to keep her focus on her work, and dusting, shaking her head side to side so the feathers brushed the things she was cleaning. She had to focus, or she would be drawn into what was happening with her body.
In, out, in out, in out. It just went on and on, over and over. Her vagina parted to allow it access, and then it contracted as it exited her. She bounced up and down in frustration because it was so difficult not to think about it.
Daphne started trying to walk without moving her legs, only moving them below the knee. Jessica saw what she was doing and thought it looked especially cute. Daphne didn't notice as Jessica pulled out her phone and began recording Daphne's efforts.
"Wow," she exclaimed after a few more minutes. "Look at the time. I'll be right back."
Daphne considered running, but she knew she wouldn't get far as long as the machine was raping her. She instead went back to her work.
Jessica returned, and she switched off the machine. Daphne groaned in relief even though she'd stopped it with the toy stuck all the way inside her. She then saw what Jessica had in her hand. It was a new pair of shoes.
The new shoes were also Mary Janes. Instead of being flats, these ones had a 1" wedge heel. She also had a pair of frilly white tube socks. Jessica helped Daphne out of the flats, and then she helped her into the new pair of shoes. She then uncuffed one of Daphne's hands, but it was only to dress it in one of the socks and then one of the shoes she'd just been wearing. She made sure to turn down the sock so the frills would be above the shoe, and then she closed the cuff around her wrist again. He did the same to her other hand.
"There," said Jessica before she flipped the switch to turn the machine back on and went back to her magazine.
Daphne stared after the other woman for a moment, uncomprehendingly, and then she went back to her work.
She was able to work for about another 30 minutes or so before it happened. If she'd been able to just walk around the room and dust what was at head height, she reasoned that she would have been okay. That was not the case though. Shelves both high and lower than what was immediately in front of her face needed dusting too. It wasn't only the bookcases that she needed to do, it was also the corner tables and the desk. All of that involved a lot of bending down, bending over, and stretching up on her toes.
She felt it coming on. It started as a fluttering in the pit of her stomach, and then it grew until it was hard for her to breathe. Jessica was fortunate enough to know the warning signs, so when Daphne suddenly straightened and froze, tensing all her muscles, she was ready to record her first orgasm.
It had been building steadily for a while, at least the last couple of bookshelves, but then it suddenly flared up, and there wasn't anything Daphne could do to hold it back. Jessica saw her eyes lose focus when it finally broke, and then she heard the moans escaping her gag. She watched as Daphne's body spasmed and shook before her.
It only lasted about a minute, but it was the most intense thing Daphne had ever felt. It felt wonderful and wrong at the same time. Her mind felt hazy afterwards, and she had to shake herself in order to bring her focus back to work. She looked around at her surroundings, momentarily lost until her eyes came to rest on Jessica, cell phone in hand. She realized what had just happened, and she felt her face growing red from humiliation as the toy in her vagina continued in and out at the same unwavering pace. She returned to work, her legs a little unsteady now.
At the hour mark, Jessica again left the room and returned a few minutes later with another pair of shoes. Daphne didn't notice until the machine was switched off again, the toy again fully buried inside her. The new pair were nearly identical to the pair she already had on her feet except that the wedge heel was 2 inches instead of only 1. The shoes on her hands were removed and replaced with the pair she'd just had on her feet. The machine was turned back on, and Daphne knew she would need to get back to work.
The new shoes were still plenty comfortable, still having a low heel, and it helped a little with being able to reach some of the higher shelves. She wondered if the pattern would continue though, and then she wondered how high the shoes would get before Jessica stopped. Would she even be able to walk around anymore?
Now that she'd orgasmed once, Daphne hoped it would be enough for her body and she'd be able to concentrate better on getting her work done. It seemed to have the opposite effect though. Now her vagina was even more sensitive to the stimulation being inflicted upon it. She was more aware of what was happening this time, so she felt like she might be able to control it better this time.
When her second orgasm came, she was taken by less surprise this time than the first time. Jessica was still able to get her phone out and capture the entire thing though. Daphne had turned to partially face Jessica this time, so she saw the camera focused on her even as her orgasm overtook her. Shame was the dominant emotion through the entire thing. Then it was back to work.
It took her two and a half hours to finish the Library. From there, she was led down the hall, dusting the pictures and other decorations as she went, until they arrived in the living room. She went right to work, anxious to finish and get the machine off her back. Going down the hall brought on a mini-orgasm, and Jessica smiled knowingly at her, reaching out to stroke her breast through the maid uniform.
At the hour mark, she was given a new pair of shoes and the shoes on her hands were changed as well. It also was now lunch time. Daphne couldn't remember a time that she had been more hungry than she was then. Jessica left the machine running though and only removed the feather duster. She then inserted a straw through the screw, and Daphne found that she could suck the protein shake by biting down on the rubber plate in her mouth and then holes in the plate delivered the drink to her tongue. It wasn't until Daphne had already taken a few sips of the cool drink that she remembered what Jessica had done to flavor her breakfast. There was no way for her to ask if the same had been done with her drink, and she decided she didn't really care in the end. If sweat had been mixed into her drink, there wasn't anything she could do about it. It was back to work when she finished the drink.
Daphne finished in the living room. As she worked, she had at least one more orgasm, but it was getting hard to track when and where she had them. She didn't want to think about them too much either. She was also in shoes with a 4 inch wedge heel.
The area she had to clean upstairs was much smaller than what she'd already done downstairs. It was just the hall joining Sam's and Jessica's rooms, a bathroom, and a small study at the end of the hall. Dusting only needed to be done in the hall and study.
She was done dusting. The moment was celebrated by another orgasm and being changed into 5 inch wedge shoes. She was led back down to the kitchen where the feather duster was removed and replaced with a scrub brush attachment. The scrub brush was to be used to clean the breakfast dishes.
Cleaning the dishes required different movements than what dusting had. Jessica had to hold the dishes still, and then Daphne would bend over and move the brush in circles on the dish she was cleaning. It allowed the toy being driven continuously in and out of her vagina to penetrate her even more deeply. She found herself moaning along with each penetration, and though she stopped when she realized she was doing it, she found herself doing it again less than a minute later.
cleaning the floors presented a different challenge. At least she didn't have to stand on her aching feet anymore. She was up to 6 inch wedges now, and she felt like she was constantly about to fall forward when she was standing in them. She was able to work on her knees now, but she had to bend over still. The scrub brush was changed for a sponge attachment.
Finally, it was time to move to the bathrooms. Her 6 inch shoes were changed for a 7 inch pair. The angle of her feet stayed much the same as with the 6 inch pair, the difference being that the platform sole was now higher. She had to take quick, small steps in order to walk at all, and she probably would have fallen a dozen times if not for Jessica's assistance. The sponge attachment was changed this time for a toilet brush.
Being forced to clean a toilet, her head practically in it, while she was having sex, even if it was just a machine, was probably the most humiliating thing that had been done to her thus far. It was worse by far than being treated like a shoe. Here she was, having an incredibly intimate act performed on her, and she had her head in a toilet, being forced to clean it. It didn't help that Jessica was right behind her the entire time, running her fingers lightly along Daphne's thighs.
She'd had several orgasms throughout the day. None were as intense, except maybe her very first, as these were. They were also grouped very closely together. The smell and the sight in front of her were awful, but the pleasure she felt coursing through her was wonderful. Even as she was in the middle of an orgasm, she kept cleaning, hoping that doing so would help her finish more quickly. She didn't know if she could make it all the way through, and the only way to make it all stop was to finish cleaning.
Finally, she was done. The last toilet had been cleaned. She turned her back to Jessica so she could turn the machine off even as she was in the midst of yet another orgasm. Jessica let the toy go all the way in before switching it off though, and then she removed the toilet brush from her mouth. At least she'd done that much. Daphne followed along behind Jessica as she was led to the living room.
Re: Daphne Blake Maid Monday
Jessica made Daphne kneel on the floor in front of the couch, and then she cuffed her ankles together. Jessica then sat down in front of her with Daphne's head between her legs. When Jessica showed Daphne the large sex toy and started trying to attach it to Daphne's gag, she began resisting. Whatever that toy involved would not be good for her.
Despite Daphne's best efforts, the sex toy was soon attached to Daphne's mouth. She couldn't stop looking at the head some eight inches in front of her nose. Then Jessica gave her something else to look at as she lifted her skirt, revealing her naked, hairless vagina. Daphne could only watch as the other woman scooted her sex closer, nearly impaling herself on the toy. Using her legs to keep Daphne from backing away, Jessica guided the toy into her vagina, and Daphne had to watch the whole thing until her nose was buried against Jessica's clitoris.
"Mmmm," moaned Jessica. "That feels so good. So nice after such a hard day's work, don't you think?"
Daphne couldn't respond out loud, but that didn't stop her from yelling in her own head at the woman. 'Hard day? All you did was sit around and read magazines while I did all the work!'
"Mmmm, yeah, start fucking me, okay," she said.
Daphne was appalled at this woman's dirty language. She'd never had anyone use that word so casually around her.
She felt Jessica's hands in her hair, gripping the tight buns on either side of her head. Jessica guided Daphne's head up, pulling the toy out of her vagina, and then she pulled Daphne's head back down.
"Do it nice and slow," she said. "Just like that. Just like that dildo fucked you all day."
As soon as the woman's hands left her head, Daphne stopped moving. She wasn't about to let this sick, dirty woman treat her like this.
Suddenly, there was a terrible shock in her vagina, making her jump and cry out. The end of the toy pulled all the way out of Jessica.
"Oh, now look what you did," chided Jessica, guiding Daphne's head back down. With Daphne's nose again buried against Jessica's clitoris, another shock shot through Daphne's vagina, making her jump again and jamming her face harder against the other woman's sex. Again, she felt a shock and then a fourth time. Daphne was in tears now.
"There, there, Shayla," said Jessica, looking down into Daphne's eyes. "Be a good little maid and I'll make the pain stop."
What choice did she have? Resist and get shocked until she gave in or just give in and avoid a bunch of pointless pain? The math was easy.
Daphne started bobbing her head up and down in Jessica's lap. It was disgusting. Disgusting and degrading. How had it come to this? Couldn't they just leave her alone?
Nope, apparently not. Jessica flipped the switch to turn Daphne's machine back on. Daphne couldn't help herself, and soon her pleasured moans joined Jessica's.
Jessica turned on the TV which was positioned behind Daphne and settled back in the couch to relax and enjoy Daphne's ministrations.
"... investigation continues into the disappearance of Daphne Blake," said the announcer. Daphne tried to pull away from Jessica at the sound of her own name, but Jessica tightened her grip, keeping Daphne and the dildo in place. "Police urge anyone with information on to contact them. She was last seen in the Coolsville Mall two days ago in the company of three friends and their pet dog. It was her friends that first reported her missing."
"Wow," commented Jessica. "That poor thing. Her parents must be worried sick. I wonder where she is."
Daphne tried to break free again and started moaning more loudly to get her attention. Jessica met her eyes as she helped keep Daphne's movements on track.
"Yes, I know," she said. "I'm enjoying the fucking too. I'm glad we could share this moment. Now, just keep going, nice and steady. Yeah, there you go." She leaned her head back, closing her eyes for a moment. She then looked up again as a thought occurred to her. "You know, Shayla, you really look a lot like that girl. What was her name? Oh, yes, there it is. Daphne Blake. Poor thing. Hey, you don't suppose... the person that made you. You don't think he kidnapped this girl and then fashioned you to look like her, did he?"
Daphne tried even harder to break away. She could hear the reporter interviewing her parents and sisters, but she couldn't make out what they were saying over Jessica's talking, the wet sucking noise Jessica's vagina was making with every movement of the dildo, and the pounding in her own head as her own dildo continued to rape her. She moaned loudly at her captor. Was she playing with her, or did she really think Daphne was a shoe? It was getting harder to tell.
Jessica kept the TV tuned to the news for a few more minutes and then she changed it to what sounded to Daphne like a reality TV show. It wasn't one of the ones Daphne liked though. The people on it were all so shallow, so full of themselves.
She was forced to keep fucking her captor with the dildo attached to her mouth as the machine on her back continued raping her own vagina. She tried to focus on thoughts of escape and waiting for the right moment when Jessica was sufficiently distracted. It was so hard to focus though with the dildo sliding in and out of her over-sensitive womanhood and the sight of another woman's vagina as it accepted its own dildo into itself.
*****
Sam returned home an hour later and found Jessica asleep on the couch with Daphne's head still trapped between her legs. It appeared Daphne was asleep too. The dildo was still fucking puffy and swollen vagina.
When Sam switched off the machine, he let the dildo bury itself completely. Daphne twitched at the change in events which roused Jessica too. Jessica let Daphne up, and Daphne sat back on her heels, turning to look up at Sam. Jessica rubbed herself for a minute, and then she closed her legs and got to her feet.
"That's an interesting look for you, Shayla," commented Sam. "I see that you are keeping your special affinity for shoes." He gestured to her hands which were currently trapped in the 7 inch platform Mary Janes she'd had on her feet before Jessica pit her in an 8 inch pair.
"I'll go fix us something to eat," said Jessica. She then went to the kitchen. A moment later they could hear the sound of cupboards being opened and pots and pans being moved about.
Sam sat down on the couch now, and he pulled Daphne up. With her ankles cuffed together, it was difficult for her to maneuver much on her own. That was just fine with him. He sandwiched her between him and the end of the couch, putting his arm around her.
When Daphne sat down, she nearly jumped back up because it pushed the dildo in slightly deeper. It was already too deep for her liking. Sam held her down. With her hands trapped at her sides still, trapped in the shoes, socks, and wrist cuffs, there wasn't much she could do to fight back.
Sam pulled the dildo off Daphne's face. "How would you like to get this gag out?" he asked, nuzzling her.
Daphne tried to pull away, feeling very uncomfortable sitting so close to him. Even if his arm wasn't behind her back, she wouldn't have been able to sit comfortably because of the dildo and the machine was which was now pressing into her back. She nodded her head, trying to use her elbow to push him away.
Sam then turned her face to look at him. "Not a word, you understand, Shayla? If you say anything that is not a direct response to a question, I press this little button."
Daphne looked at the remote in his hand and cringed from it. Jessica had been holding a similar one when she'd been electrocuted. Daphne nodded, she understood.
Sam reached behind her head and began loosening the straps keeping the gag on. He then helped her open her mouth wide enough that he could gently remove the plate.
"Please, let me go!" she said hurriedly. "My friends and family are worried about me, and I'm a girl, not a shoe, and my name's Daphne BLAKE, AAAAGH!" He'd finally found the button on the remote but not until after she'd said her name.
He covered her mouth with one of his hands. "You silly shoe. You're confused, that's all. We gave you the chance to prove yourself as a human maid, and now you think you're a girl. And who can blame you for thinking you're a Daphne Blake. They're cute, obviously, but you're not one of them. You're a JustFab Shayla."
Daphne shook her head, wanting to deny his denial. The shock had hurt and she didn't want to ho through that again. Then he surprised her.
"You want me to treat you like a human girl?" he asked.
Daphne nodded.
"Fair enough," he said. "Let me show you what human boys, like me, do with human girls."
Daphne was so taken by surprise at his response that she didn't react at first when he removed his hand from her mouth and covered her mouth with his own, kissing her. Then she started trying to back away from him. She couldn't use her hands to push him away, and there was only so far back that she could tilt her head.
Sam didn't need to rush things. He kept one hand on the back of her head and the other on her throat just below her chin. In this way, he was able to take complete control of how effective her escape attempt was.
He let her go so she could catch her breath. "You seem really tense," he observed. "Try to relax. I think you'll enjoy it more."
"No!" she said. "Get aw-"
Before she could say anything more, he locked lips with her again, cutting her off. She tried to keep his tongue in his own mouth, pushing it back with her own tongue, but he definitely had the advantage. When her efforts only seemed to encourage him, she squealed and tried harder to twist her head out of his grip.
"Shayla," he said, breaking the kiss again, "we're going to try that again. I want you to relax. You can't get the full scope of what being a human girl means without doing this."
Before Daphne could respond, Sam was kissing her again. She refused to accommodate him though.
"Shayla," he said. "We're going to keep trying until you get it right. This is one of the easiest things girls do. There are much harder things too. Perhaps you would like to try one of those instead?"
"You don't know the first thing about being a girl," she said.
"No, but I do," replied Jessica from the doorway. She came over and Sam got up. She sat down next to Daphne.
When Daphne saw what Jessica intended to do, she tried to turn her head aside. Jessica held her like Sam had and locked her lips with Daphne's. She forced the kiss on Daphne, prolonging it for a full 30 seconds.
"So, which would you prefer, Shayla?" asked Sam. "Kiss me, or kiss Jessica. As a girl in this day and age, you have the right to choose in which direction your interests lie."
Daphne looked from one to the other. It was an impossible choice. Would choosing to kiss him make it so she was not being raped? If she chose Jessica, she'd feel just as dirty. She couldn't kiss another woman.
In the end, Daphne chose Sam. Though he had raped her, it was somehow still less abhorrent. It wasn't like Jessica was completely innocent either.
Sam sat back down next to her and put his arm around her. "When I kiss you, I want you to kiss me too," he said. "If you don't, Jessica will gladly show you how it's done."
Daphne nodded. She didn't trust herself to speak.
Sam leaned in, and she parted her lips. Their lips connected. She kissed him softly, timidly. He returned the kiss. She kissed his lips again, and again in the same timid way. He allowed it to continue, returning her kisses. Then he pressed his lips harder to hers and parted them. He pushed his tongue in her mouth. She didn't reciprocate at first, but then she did after a moment.
This was good, for Sam anyway. For Daphne, it was awful. This wasn't the first time she'd frenched a boy, but this was definitely the very last boy she would ever want to kiss. She let it go on for about a minute, and then she turned her face away.
"Very good, Shayla," he said. She was looking down. He turned her face up.
"Please don't call me that," she whispered.
"It's your name," he said, kissing her again.
The kiss went immediately to frenching this time, and it lasted longer than last time. He brushed his fingers along her face, playing with her hair. She pushed her tongue in his mouth, letting his tongue tangle with her own. She wanted to pull away, but at least this didn't hurt, not physically.
He broke the kiss this time, but it was only long enough to catch his breath. He then resumed kissing her. This time, he let his hands go down to her chest where he lightly traced her breasts through her maid outfit. She tried to pull away, but he pressed the kiss a little harder, backing away from her breast and moving his hand to her thigh instead. He kept kissing her.
They continued like that for a bit longer, kissing while he traced her thigh and moved up to her stomach. The longer it went on, the more relaxed Daphne was able to get. He snuck his hand back up to her breast, and though she pulled away again, it wasn't immediate, and it wasn't as much. He moved his hand back down to her leg again.
This went on for awhile longer. While they kissed, he played his fingers along her leg while his other hand played in her hair, and then he moved to her hand trapped in her shoe. He tickled the top of her hand, and then he tickled her arm. His fingers went up to her shoulder and then to her neck. Lastly, his fingers went to her breast, and she didn't pull away.
Daphne didn't know what to do. She didn't want to kiss him, and she didn't want his hands on her. It didn't hurt though. It actually felt good. It was wrong though. But, it didn't hurt.
"And that, Shayla, is what it's like to be a girl," he said. "Now, let's go see what Jessica made us for dinner."
Despite Daphne's best efforts, the sex toy was soon attached to Daphne's mouth. She couldn't stop looking at the head some eight inches in front of her nose. Then Jessica gave her something else to look at as she lifted her skirt, revealing her naked, hairless vagina. Daphne could only watch as the other woman scooted her sex closer, nearly impaling herself on the toy. Using her legs to keep Daphne from backing away, Jessica guided the toy into her vagina, and Daphne had to watch the whole thing until her nose was buried against Jessica's clitoris.
"Mmmm," moaned Jessica. "That feels so good. So nice after such a hard day's work, don't you think?"
Daphne couldn't respond out loud, but that didn't stop her from yelling in her own head at the woman. 'Hard day? All you did was sit around and read magazines while I did all the work!'
"Mmmm, yeah, start fucking me, okay," she said.
Daphne was appalled at this woman's dirty language. She'd never had anyone use that word so casually around her.
She felt Jessica's hands in her hair, gripping the tight buns on either side of her head. Jessica guided Daphne's head up, pulling the toy out of her vagina, and then she pulled Daphne's head back down.
"Do it nice and slow," she said. "Just like that. Just like that dildo fucked you all day."
As soon as the woman's hands left her head, Daphne stopped moving. She wasn't about to let this sick, dirty woman treat her like this.
Suddenly, there was a terrible shock in her vagina, making her jump and cry out. The end of the toy pulled all the way out of Jessica.
"Oh, now look what you did," chided Jessica, guiding Daphne's head back down. With Daphne's nose again buried against Jessica's clitoris, another shock shot through Daphne's vagina, making her jump again and jamming her face harder against the other woman's sex. Again, she felt a shock and then a fourth time. Daphne was in tears now.
"There, there, Shayla," said Jessica, looking down into Daphne's eyes. "Be a good little maid and I'll make the pain stop."
What choice did she have? Resist and get shocked until she gave in or just give in and avoid a bunch of pointless pain? The math was easy.
Daphne started bobbing her head up and down in Jessica's lap. It was disgusting. Disgusting and degrading. How had it come to this? Couldn't they just leave her alone?
Nope, apparently not. Jessica flipped the switch to turn Daphne's machine back on. Daphne couldn't help herself, and soon her pleasured moans joined Jessica's.
Jessica turned on the TV which was positioned behind Daphne and settled back in the couch to relax and enjoy Daphne's ministrations.
"... investigation continues into the disappearance of Daphne Blake," said the announcer. Daphne tried to pull away from Jessica at the sound of her own name, but Jessica tightened her grip, keeping Daphne and the dildo in place. "Police urge anyone with information on to contact them. She was last seen in the Coolsville Mall two days ago in the company of three friends and their pet dog. It was her friends that first reported her missing."
"Wow," commented Jessica. "That poor thing. Her parents must be worried sick. I wonder where she is."
Daphne tried to break free again and started moaning more loudly to get her attention. Jessica met her eyes as she helped keep Daphne's movements on track.
"Yes, I know," she said. "I'm enjoying the fucking too. I'm glad we could share this moment. Now, just keep going, nice and steady. Yeah, there you go." She leaned her head back, closing her eyes for a moment. She then looked up again as a thought occurred to her. "You know, Shayla, you really look a lot like that girl. What was her name? Oh, yes, there it is. Daphne Blake. Poor thing. Hey, you don't suppose... the person that made you. You don't think he kidnapped this girl and then fashioned you to look like her, did he?"
Daphne tried even harder to break away. She could hear the reporter interviewing her parents and sisters, but she couldn't make out what they were saying over Jessica's talking, the wet sucking noise Jessica's vagina was making with every movement of the dildo, and the pounding in her own head as her own dildo continued to rape her. She moaned loudly at her captor. Was she playing with her, or did she really think Daphne was a shoe? It was getting harder to tell.
Jessica kept the TV tuned to the news for a few more minutes and then she changed it to what sounded to Daphne like a reality TV show. It wasn't one of the ones Daphne liked though. The people on it were all so shallow, so full of themselves.
She was forced to keep fucking her captor with the dildo attached to her mouth as the machine on her back continued raping her own vagina. She tried to focus on thoughts of escape and waiting for the right moment when Jessica was sufficiently distracted. It was so hard to focus though with the dildo sliding in and out of her over-sensitive womanhood and the sight of another woman's vagina as it accepted its own dildo into itself.
*****
Sam returned home an hour later and found Jessica asleep on the couch with Daphne's head still trapped between her legs. It appeared Daphne was asleep too. The dildo was still fucking puffy and swollen vagina.
When Sam switched off the machine, he let the dildo bury itself completely. Daphne twitched at the change in events which roused Jessica too. Jessica let Daphne up, and Daphne sat back on her heels, turning to look up at Sam. Jessica rubbed herself for a minute, and then she closed her legs and got to her feet.
"That's an interesting look for you, Shayla," commented Sam. "I see that you are keeping your special affinity for shoes." He gestured to her hands which were currently trapped in the 7 inch platform Mary Janes she'd had on her feet before Jessica pit her in an 8 inch pair.
"I'll go fix us something to eat," said Jessica. She then went to the kitchen. A moment later they could hear the sound of cupboards being opened and pots and pans being moved about.
Sam sat down on the couch now, and he pulled Daphne up. With her ankles cuffed together, it was difficult for her to maneuver much on her own. That was just fine with him. He sandwiched her between him and the end of the couch, putting his arm around her.
When Daphne sat down, she nearly jumped back up because it pushed the dildo in slightly deeper. It was already too deep for her liking. Sam held her down. With her hands trapped at her sides still, trapped in the shoes, socks, and wrist cuffs, there wasn't much she could do to fight back.
Sam pulled the dildo off Daphne's face. "How would you like to get this gag out?" he asked, nuzzling her.
Daphne tried to pull away, feeling very uncomfortable sitting so close to him. Even if his arm wasn't behind her back, she wouldn't have been able to sit comfortably because of the dildo and the machine was which was now pressing into her back. She nodded her head, trying to use her elbow to push him away.
Sam then turned her face to look at him. "Not a word, you understand, Shayla? If you say anything that is not a direct response to a question, I press this little button."
Daphne looked at the remote in his hand and cringed from it. Jessica had been holding a similar one when she'd been electrocuted. Daphne nodded, she understood.
Sam reached behind her head and began loosening the straps keeping the gag on. He then helped her open her mouth wide enough that he could gently remove the plate.
"Please, let me go!" she said hurriedly. "My friends and family are worried about me, and I'm a girl, not a shoe, and my name's Daphne BLAKE, AAAAGH!" He'd finally found the button on the remote but not until after she'd said her name.
He covered her mouth with one of his hands. "You silly shoe. You're confused, that's all. We gave you the chance to prove yourself as a human maid, and now you think you're a girl. And who can blame you for thinking you're a Daphne Blake. They're cute, obviously, but you're not one of them. You're a JustFab Shayla."
Daphne shook her head, wanting to deny his denial. The shock had hurt and she didn't want to ho through that again. Then he surprised her.
"You want me to treat you like a human girl?" he asked.
Daphne nodded.
"Fair enough," he said. "Let me show you what human boys, like me, do with human girls."
Daphne was so taken by surprise at his response that she didn't react at first when he removed his hand from her mouth and covered her mouth with his own, kissing her. Then she started trying to back away from him. She couldn't use her hands to push him away, and there was only so far back that she could tilt her head.
Sam didn't need to rush things. He kept one hand on the back of her head and the other on her throat just below her chin. In this way, he was able to take complete control of how effective her escape attempt was.
He let her go so she could catch her breath. "You seem really tense," he observed. "Try to relax. I think you'll enjoy it more."
"No!" she said. "Get aw-"
Before she could say anything more, he locked lips with her again, cutting her off. She tried to keep his tongue in his own mouth, pushing it back with her own tongue, but he definitely had the advantage. When her efforts only seemed to encourage him, she squealed and tried harder to twist her head out of his grip.
"Shayla," he said, breaking the kiss again, "we're going to try that again. I want you to relax. You can't get the full scope of what being a human girl means without doing this."
Before Daphne could respond, Sam was kissing her again. She refused to accommodate him though.
"Shayla," he said. "We're going to keep trying until you get it right. This is one of the easiest things girls do. There are much harder things too. Perhaps you would like to try one of those instead?"
"You don't know the first thing about being a girl," she said.
"No, but I do," replied Jessica from the doorway. She came over and Sam got up. She sat down next to Daphne.
When Daphne saw what Jessica intended to do, she tried to turn her head aside. Jessica held her like Sam had and locked her lips with Daphne's. She forced the kiss on Daphne, prolonging it for a full 30 seconds.
"So, which would you prefer, Shayla?" asked Sam. "Kiss me, or kiss Jessica. As a girl in this day and age, you have the right to choose in which direction your interests lie."
Daphne looked from one to the other. It was an impossible choice. Would choosing to kiss him make it so she was not being raped? If she chose Jessica, she'd feel just as dirty. She couldn't kiss another woman.
In the end, Daphne chose Sam. Though he had raped her, it was somehow still less abhorrent. It wasn't like Jessica was completely innocent either.
Sam sat back down next to her and put his arm around her. "When I kiss you, I want you to kiss me too," he said. "If you don't, Jessica will gladly show you how it's done."
Daphne nodded. She didn't trust herself to speak.
Sam leaned in, and she parted her lips. Their lips connected. She kissed him softly, timidly. He returned the kiss. She kissed his lips again, and again in the same timid way. He allowed it to continue, returning her kisses. Then he pressed his lips harder to hers and parted them. He pushed his tongue in her mouth. She didn't reciprocate at first, but then she did after a moment.
This was good, for Sam anyway. For Daphne, it was awful. This wasn't the first time she'd frenched a boy, but this was definitely the very last boy she would ever want to kiss. She let it go on for about a minute, and then she turned her face away.
"Very good, Shayla," he said. She was looking down. He turned her face up.
"Please don't call me that," she whispered.
"It's your name," he said, kissing her again.
The kiss went immediately to frenching this time, and it lasted longer than last time. He brushed his fingers along her face, playing with her hair. She pushed her tongue in his mouth, letting his tongue tangle with her own. She wanted to pull away, but at least this didn't hurt, not physically.
He broke the kiss this time, but it was only long enough to catch his breath. He then resumed kissing her. This time, he let his hands go down to her chest where he lightly traced her breasts through her maid outfit. She tried to pull away, but he pressed the kiss a little harder, backing away from her breast and moving his hand to her thigh instead. He kept kissing her.
They continued like that for a bit longer, kissing while he traced her thigh and moved up to her stomach. The longer it went on, the more relaxed Daphne was able to get. He snuck his hand back up to her breast, and though she pulled away again, it wasn't immediate, and it wasn't as much. He moved his hand back down to her leg again.
This went on for awhile longer. While they kissed, he played his fingers along her leg while his other hand played in her hair, and then he moved to her hand trapped in her shoe. He tickled the top of her hand, and then he tickled her arm. His fingers went up to her shoulder and then to her neck. Lastly, his fingers went to her breast, and she didn't pull away.
Daphne didn't know what to do. She didn't want to kiss him, and she didn't want his hands on her. It didn't hurt though. It actually felt good. It was wrong though. But, it didn't hurt.
"And that, Shayla, is what it's like to be a girl," he said. "Now, let's go see what Jessica made us for dinner."
Re: Daphne Blake Maid Monday
Dinner was yet another ordeal for poor Daphne. While Sam and Jessica got to eat normal food, on plates and with forks, and knives, Daphne was gagged again with a dildo with a tube attached to it. The food she was given was bland and thick and full of vitamins, or at least that's what Jessica said. All Daphne knew was that she didn't like it and she couldn't stop the flow.
The machine had at least been removed. For the first time since breakfast that morning, her vagina was finally empty again. Just sitting down on the chair was an experience though because the near constant stimulation had left her extremely sensitive.
Daphne fought uncontrollably against her restraints through the entire meal. Straining against the bonds holding her arms to the arms of the chair and pulling her ankles against the cuffs binding them to the legs of the chair were involuntary. Sam and Jessica watched Daphne's efforts as they ate. All the while, Daphne swallowed mouthful after mouthful of her dinner.
*****
After dinner, Sam and Jessica helped Daphne into the upstairs bathroom. Despite Daphne's objections and her best efforts at resistance, they soon had her stripped completely naked. They then filled her bowels with a quart of soapy water and made her sit on the toilet, holding it, for 10 minutes. The soapy enema was then rinsed with three warm water enemas that she only had to hold for a minute each.
Next was a shower, and Jessica gladly volunteered to join Daphne for it. A pair of metal handcuffs joined Daphne's hands above her head to a chain on a hook dangling from the ceiling. A second pair of cuffs attached to the shower floor kept her legs spread wide. There wasn't anything Daphne could do to defend herself from Jessica as she lathered sweet smelling soap on her entire body, washed her hair, and then shaved Daphne's legs, vagina, and armpits. By the end of it, Daphne just hung limply, resigned to having to endure the other woman's touch all over her body.
Finally, she was given a very small purple lace nightie. It was big enough to cover her chest without being uncomfortable, but it left her butt and vagina exposed. With her arms joined at the elbow behind her back, she did the best she could to pull the nightie down to cover herself as much as possible. She was also given a pair of black stockings with little bows on the front and back of her thighs. A pair of high heeled strappy purple shoes were buckled on her feet.
A large purple ball gag was then forced in her mouth. She resisted, but there wasn't much she could do in the end. It hurt going in, forcing her jaw wide open before she could close her mouth around it again. The straps were then pulled tight around the back of her head.
Sam surprised her when he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder again. Now her butt was really exposed, and there was nothing she could do to change that. He carried her, his hand on her naked buttock, down to the living room, saying they were all going to enjoy a movie together. Pillows had been set up on the carpet in front of the TV, and she was set down on her tummy on them. Before she could get back up, Sam pinned her by straddling her, sitting on the backs of her thighs.
Jessica got behind Sam and held Daphne's feet still. Though she couldn't use her hands to fight back, she could still kick him, and his sister didn't want that. Daphne tried to twist and turn out from under him, but he held her pretty well pinned.
Sam carefully stood and pulled his pants and underwear off, and then he sat back down on her thighs. Daphne had tried to twist away from him when she saw his pants being discarded, but Jessica had a firm grip on her ankles. When Sam sat back down, he picked up a nearby jar of KY jelly, dipped his fingers in it, and then he used one hand to lift her arms up in the arm while he spread her butt cheeks aside and applied a large dollop of the lube on her butt hole.
Jeepers! No, what is he doing? There's no reason for him to be back there! Get up! Get up!
Daphne groaned as she felt the tip of his finger enter her. She wanted to say that wasn't the right hole, that he was too far back, but she suspected he knew exactly what he was doing. She tried harder to twist away from him, but the way he held her arms so high above her back felt like he would break them off if she twisted too much.
Soon the first finger was joined by a second, and the two fingers together worked to open her butt hole wide open. She tried to clench her buttocks together, but it was no use. He dipped his fingers into her a couple of times and then stretched her butt hole again.
Daphne kept groaning and trying to twist away. It felt to her as he pushed his fingers on and out like she was pooping herself. She'd never done that, at least not since she was in diapers. All she could do was try to get out from under him and try to squeeze buttocks back together. It wasn't working though.
Sam brought his fingers back out and dipped them in the KY jelly again. He then started rubbing it on the head of his cock. Applying it in thick globs. Again he spread her buttocks apart, and then he started pushing into her.
"Uuuumph! Uhn-uhn! Uhn-uhn!"
Now it felt like a really big piece of poop was pushing its way back into her, and she couldn't push it back out. It was like pooping in reverse. She couldn't stop screaming through the ball in her mouth, it hurt so much. He had done a good enough job with the lubricant and stretching her before trying to enter her, that he was soon buried all the way in her tight, warm rectum.
With his cock now inside her, he removed the cuffs on her wrist and elbows, and then stretched her right hand back to her right ankle. He then joined the two with a pair of cuffs. He did the same with her left wrist and ankle. Now her own limbs were helping to keep him on her her. He leaned forward, lying on top of her and snaked his hands under her chest, gripping her breasts and squeezing a couple of times.
Daphne was completely at his mercy. She turned her face to the side and let the tears fall as she cried beneath him. Jessica hadn't had her fun yet though. Daphne soon found another smelly high-heeled shoe being pressed to her face, the toe under her chin and quarter pressed against her forehead. A length of rope wrapped a few times around her head and the shoe kept it pretty well in place despite Daphne's best efforts to remove it. At least she only had to smell it this time.
All set, Jessica turned on the movie and dimmed the lights. Daphne knew she wouldn't get to enjoy it at all even though it was one that she'd wanted to see. She would be too busy just trying to breathe with what felt like a giant log between her legs.
*****
He stayed inside her through the entire movie, a full 90 minutes, without softening or ejaculating. She cried softly, burying her face as much as she could in the pillows beneath her. It took at least 30 minutes for her body to get used to having him in there, but even then she still didn't enjoy it at all.
Jessica just couldn't leave well enough alone. When Daphne finally quieted down a bit, she went upstairs to her room and brought back a powerful hitachi vibrator and stuck under and between Daphne's legs, pushing it up as far as she could until she thought it was either just outside Daphne's tight cunt or inside it. She then made sure it was plugged in and switched it on.
Daphne didn't know what Jessica was doing, having never used a vibrator, until she switched it on. When it came on, Daphne squealed in surprise and tried to lift up off the thing, but that pushed her harder onto him, and she really didn't want that. Besides, with his weight already crushing her into the pillows, she couldn't have lifted sufficiently off the vibrator.
Within minutes, Daphne was moaning and gyrating her hips on the vibrator. She had all but forgotten about the movie and the pain in her butt. In fact, having something in there was almost pleasurable. She didn't have to think about that though. All that mattered now was getting an orgasm. That was what she needed. She pushed her hips harder on the vibrator, and then she eased off again which pushed back on him. She kept that going slowly for several minutes.
"Mmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm," she moaned over and over. Then her moans got louder and her movements more exaggerated. He squeezed her breasts, enjoying the ride she was giving him, and she pressed her chest harder into the pillows.
Suddenly, she reached the point of no return, and she tensed all her muscles, easing off the vibrator, until she couldn't hold back any longer. She then slammed her vagina back down on the vibrating head, causing it to sink into and become lodged in her vagina. She definitely couldn't hold back then and she moaned loudly, her entire body shaking as her pleasure overtook her in a powerful wave. She squeezed her eyes shut, holding her breath, and she thought she saw stars bursting behind her eyes.
As she came back down from her orgasm, the vibrator head now stuck inside her vagina, she realized what she'd just done. In the heat of the moment and after having so many orgasms throughout the day already, she had just allowed her body to go along with it. Now the vibrator was stuck inside her and there was no way she could get it back out without the use of her hands. Her butt hole was still stretched tight around his penis.
Even amidst these feelings of regret and shame, Daphne felt another orgasm coming on. She was too tired by this point to even want to fight. She closed her eyes, turned her head to the side and took a deep breath through her nose. It would be a long night.
*****
The movie was over and he had extricated himself from her. He could see a slow trickle of his sperm as it leaked from her gaping asshole. The vibrator had been a great idea. Daphne had really given him a great ride.
"Up you go, Shayla," he said, helping Daphne to her feet. In getting off her, he'd disconnected her wrists from her ankles and rejoined her elbows and wrists behind her back.
"Mmmph?" she said.
Even through the ball and shoe, he could hear the question. "Come on," he said. "It's time for bed. We've got another busy day tomorrow."
Daphne tried to walk normal. After having his penis in her butt for so long, it felt like it was still there. She could feel his cold, sticky sperm travelling down her thighs now. As they went through the kitchen on their way to the garage, she saw Sam grab a handful of paper towels a moment before she felt him pull them up through her butt crack.
"You're such a hot looking shoe," he commented.
Daphne didn't have the will at the moment to care and went docilely to her box. She stood by while he lifted the lid and then allowed herself to be lifted over the edge and into the box. She didn't fight back as he closed the lid and then screwed it shut. She went to sleep almost immediately, allowing oblivion to take away all her aches and pains.
The machine had at least been removed. For the first time since breakfast that morning, her vagina was finally empty again. Just sitting down on the chair was an experience though because the near constant stimulation had left her extremely sensitive.
Daphne fought uncontrollably against her restraints through the entire meal. Straining against the bonds holding her arms to the arms of the chair and pulling her ankles against the cuffs binding them to the legs of the chair were involuntary. Sam and Jessica watched Daphne's efforts as they ate. All the while, Daphne swallowed mouthful after mouthful of her dinner.
*****
After dinner, Sam and Jessica helped Daphne into the upstairs bathroom. Despite Daphne's objections and her best efforts at resistance, they soon had her stripped completely naked. They then filled her bowels with a quart of soapy water and made her sit on the toilet, holding it, for 10 minutes. The soapy enema was then rinsed with three warm water enemas that she only had to hold for a minute each.
Next was a shower, and Jessica gladly volunteered to join Daphne for it. A pair of metal handcuffs joined Daphne's hands above her head to a chain on a hook dangling from the ceiling. A second pair of cuffs attached to the shower floor kept her legs spread wide. There wasn't anything Daphne could do to defend herself from Jessica as she lathered sweet smelling soap on her entire body, washed her hair, and then shaved Daphne's legs, vagina, and armpits. By the end of it, Daphne just hung limply, resigned to having to endure the other woman's touch all over her body.
Finally, she was given a very small purple lace nightie. It was big enough to cover her chest without being uncomfortable, but it left her butt and vagina exposed. With her arms joined at the elbow behind her back, she did the best she could to pull the nightie down to cover herself as much as possible. She was also given a pair of black stockings with little bows on the front and back of her thighs. A pair of high heeled strappy purple shoes were buckled on her feet.
A large purple ball gag was then forced in her mouth. She resisted, but there wasn't much she could do in the end. It hurt going in, forcing her jaw wide open before she could close her mouth around it again. The straps were then pulled tight around the back of her head.
Sam surprised her when he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder again. Now her butt was really exposed, and there was nothing she could do to change that. He carried her, his hand on her naked buttock, down to the living room, saying they were all going to enjoy a movie together. Pillows had been set up on the carpet in front of the TV, and she was set down on her tummy on them. Before she could get back up, Sam pinned her by straddling her, sitting on the backs of her thighs.
Jessica got behind Sam and held Daphne's feet still. Though she couldn't use her hands to fight back, she could still kick him, and his sister didn't want that. Daphne tried to twist and turn out from under him, but he held her pretty well pinned.
Sam carefully stood and pulled his pants and underwear off, and then he sat back down on her thighs. Daphne had tried to twist away from him when she saw his pants being discarded, but Jessica had a firm grip on her ankles. When Sam sat back down, he picked up a nearby jar of KY jelly, dipped his fingers in it, and then he used one hand to lift her arms up in the arm while he spread her butt cheeks aside and applied a large dollop of the lube on her butt hole.
Jeepers! No, what is he doing? There's no reason for him to be back there! Get up! Get up!
Daphne groaned as she felt the tip of his finger enter her. She wanted to say that wasn't the right hole, that he was too far back, but she suspected he knew exactly what he was doing. She tried harder to twist away from him, but the way he held her arms so high above her back felt like he would break them off if she twisted too much.
Soon the first finger was joined by a second, and the two fingers together worked to open her butt hole wide open. She tried to clench her buttocks together, but it was no use. He dipped his fingers into her a couple of times and then stretched her butt hole again.
Daphne kept groaning and trying to twist away. It felt to her as he pushed his fingers on and out like she was pooping herself. She'd never done that, at least not since she was in diapers. All she could do was try to get out from under him and try to squeeze buttocks back together. It wasn't working though.
Sam brought his fingers back out and dipped them in the KY jelly again. He then started rubbing it on the head of his cock. Applying it in thick globs. Again he spread her buttocks apart, and then he started pushing into her.
"Uuuumph! Uhn-uhn! Uhn-uhn!"
Now it felt like a really big piece of poop was pushing its way back into her, and she couldn't push it back out. It was like pooping in reverse. She couldn't stop screaming through the ball in her mouth, it hurt so much. He had done a good enough job with the lubricant and stretching her before trying to enter her, that he was soon buried all the way in her tight, warm rectum.
With his cock now inside her, he removed the cuffs on her wrist and elbows, and then stretched her right hand back to her right ankle. He then joined the two with a pair of cuffs. He did the same with her left wrist and ankle. Now her own limbs were helping to keep him on her her. He leaned forward, lying on top of her and snaked his hands under her chest, gripping her breasts and squeezing a couple of times.
Daphne was completely at his mercy. She turned her face to the side and let the tears fall as she cried beneath him. Jessica hadn't had her fun yet though. Daphne soon found another smelly high-heeled shoe being pressed to her face, the toe under her chin and quarter pressed against her forehead. A length of rope wrapped a few times around her head and the shoe kept it pretty well in place despite Daphne's best efforts to remove it. At least she only had to smell it this time.
All set, Jessica turned on the movie and dimmed the lights. Daphne knew she wouldn't get to enjoy it at all even though it was one that she'd wanted to see. She would be too busy just trying to breathe with what felt like a giant log between her legs.
*****
He stayed inside her through the entire movie, a full 90 minutes, without softening or ejaculating. She cried softly, burying her face as much as she could in the pillows beneath her. It took at least 30 minutes for her body to get used to having him in there, but even then she still didn't enjoy it at all.
Jessica just couldn't leave well enough alone. When Daphne finally quieted down a bit, she went upstairs to her room and brought back a powerful hitachi vibrator and stuck under and between Daphne's legs, pushing it up as far as she could until she thought it was either just outside Daphne's tight cunt or inside it. She then made sure it was plugged in and switched it on.
Daphne didn't know what Jessica was doing, having never used a vibrator, until she switched it on. When it came on, Daphne squealed in surprise and tried to lift up off the thing, but that pushed her harder onto him, and she really didn't want that. Besides, with his weight already crushing her into the pillows, she couldn't have lifted sufficiently off the vibrator.
Within minutes, Daphne was moaning and gyrating her hips on the vibrator. She had all but forgotten about the movie and the pain in her butt. In fact, having something in there was almost pleasurable. She didn't have to think about that though. All that mattered now was getting an orgasm. That was what she needed. She pushed her hips harder on the vibrator, and then she eased off again which pushed back on him. She kept that going slowly for several minutes.
"Mmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm," she moaned over and over. Then her moans got louder and her movements more exaggerated. He squeezed her breasts, enjoying the ride she was giving him, and she pressed her chest harder into the pillows.
Suddenly, she reached the point of no return, and she tensed all her muscles, easing off the vibrator, until she couldn't hold back any longer. She then slammed her vagina back down on the vibrating head, causing it to sink into and become lodged in her vagina. She definitely couldn't hold back then and she moaned loudly, her entire body shaking as her pleasure overtook her in a powerful wave. She squeezed her eyes shut, holding her breath, and she thought she saw stars bursting behind her eyes.
As she came back down from her orgasm, the vibrator head now stuck inside her vagina, she realized what she'd just done. In the heat of the moment and after having so many orgasms throughout the day already, she had just allowed her body to go along with it. Now the vibrator was stuck inside her and there was no way she could get it back out without the use of her hands. Her butt hole was still stretched tight around his penis.
Even amidst these feelings of regret and shame, Daphne felt another orgasm coming on. She was too tired by this point to even want to fight. She closed her eyes, turned her head to the side and took a deep breath through her nose. It would be a long night.
*****
The movie was over and he had extricated himself from her. He could see a slow trickle of his sperm as it leaked from her gaping asshole. The vibrator had been a great idea. Daphne had really given him a great ride.
"Up you go, Shayla," he said, helping Daphne to her feet. In getting off her, he'd disconnected her wrists from her ankles and rejoined her elbows and wrists behind her back.
"Mmmph?" she said.
Even through the ball and shoe, he could hear the question. "Come on," he said. "It's time for bed. We've got another busy day tomorrow."
Daphne tried to walk normal. After having his penis in her butt for so long, it felt like it was still there. She could feel his cold, sticky sperm travelling down her thighs now. As they went through the kitchen on their way to the garage, she saw Sam grab a handful of paper towels a moment before she felt him pull them up through her butt crack.
"You're such a hot looking shoe," he commented.
Daphne didn't have the will at the moment to care and went docilely to her box. She stood by while he lifted the lid and then allowed herself to be lifted over the edge and into the box. She didn't fight back as he closed the lid and then screwed it shut. She went to sleep almost immediately, allowing oblivion to take away all her aches and pains.