Worn by Daphne
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 29
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“I’m going to need to hide you from the pigs somewhere they would never look, and you can’t squirm your way to freedom from,” Daphne says as she looms over you, stroking your head as she plots. You want to defend yourself, argue that you wouldn’t betray her because you know the punishment for being a bad slave and have only been good this last month. Yet you remain silent, knowing that arguing is the worst thing you could possibly do and would just prove to the cruel half-ton woman that you weren’t able to behave. As she rubs your head like the pet you are to her, she knows what she can do to hide you and it brings a smile to her face. It’s a perverted idea, one made even more depraved that she’ll be doing it in front of a pair of cops trying to rescue her poor mistreated boy.
“They’ll be looking for a kid, not a human thong,” Daphne simply told you and you felt the blood leave your face. Daphne had come up with so many creative ways to torture you, sometimes using other objects to help add to your agony. One of the worst was the thong she had custom made to be used with you. It looked like any other thong, a little extra big to fit the enormous hips of the whale of a woman that was Daphne, but the back of the thong was missing. That’s where you come in, your arms are forced up and tied to the waistband of the panties while your legs are forced together around the crotch area. You become the back of her thong, stretched out from your arms and legs like you’re on a torture rack as your body is forced between her ass cheeks. It’s painful and humiliating as you struggle to survive between her fat cheeks crushing in around you. Once again, you remain silent, accepting this familiar torture with a nod.
“You have to promise to stay quiet back there, shit stain? Not a word or I’m going to squeeze you so hard between my cheeks that they’ll need the jaws of life to get you out of my ass crack,” Daphne threatened as she hoisted you up, carrying you in one hand as she went to grab her custom-made thong. You nod solemnly, knowing that you’ll face horrible pain worse than what you’ve already suffered if you failed. You aren’t as stupid as you were back when you first started, you understood that Daphne could be stomach worse. Everything she did was for her pleasure; your suffering was just an added bonus. If you angered her though, she would just hurt you in the most horrible way possible and not care about her own desires. A Daphne focused on just your agony was not something you wanted to see.
There was the thong in Daphne’s room, still unwashed since last time. It looks slightly bigger than the last time you were strapped to it, which of course it does because you’ve lost a few inches since you were last used with it. You lift up your arms above your head, wrists pressed together and your tied into the waistband. You groan in pain as your legs are yanked down and you're forced to stretch for them to be fastened into the tiny string of cloth above Daphne’s crotch. Now secured to the thong, you see your naked mistress ready to step her feet in on either side of you and pull you up, but she hesitates.
“If you’re a good bitch, you’ll get rewarded. I want you to remember that,” Daphne said as she put her thong on and started pulling it and therefore you up. You weren’t given any time to think what could possibly be considered a reward from this evil monster of a goddess as you were pulled up her chunky thighs and slammed into her ass crack. You moan softly as the sift, supple ass cheeks give way and your sucked in between them, your entire body devoured and only leaving your arms and legs sticking out. It used to sicken you to your absolute core, but the warmth and softness slowly started to grow on you. If it didn’t smell like something had died and been left to rot in Daphne’s ass crack, you might have even found it nice.
Soft moans turn to screams as your arms and legs are yanked hard, nearly dislocating both of them. The thong needs to be refitted because your no longer big enough. As tears start to trickle down your eyes, you hold out for Daphne noticing the fact that she’s nearly ripping in in half and adjusting the thong. Daphne might enjoy your pain, but she did anything that left you permanently injured. Her desire to keep you breathing and healthy enough to torment often left you oddly in her debt. Whenever she saved you from breaking a bone or suffocating to death in her fat or fluids all you could feel was gratitude instead of anger because she was the reason you were in such great harm. It was just another way that her treatment had warped you. Maybe she would have helped you, maybe she wouldn’t, because seconds after putting you on and there was a knock at the door.
“Coming!” Daphne called out and then cursed under her breath. Quickly pulling up a skirt and putting on a tub top, the huge, wobbling mass of older woman checked her hair before reaching down to rub the space between her ass cheeks. She hissed down at you, her voice promising untold pain and agony, “Not a word. Don’t move an inch. Or else.”
Simple orders that you planned to follow, not that you had much of a choice. You were tied to her thong, trapped in her ass crack. What else was there for you to do? Daphne rushed to the door, her ass cheeks slapping against you and digging you deeper into the dark, dank center of her rump. Even though she had recently washed up, it still stunk so bad and there were sweat and other fluids clinging to the walls crushing in around you. The horrible environment made you sick, but you didn’t gag as you felt the vibrations stop and heard the door opening. It was time to play your role as nothing more than underwear and let Daphne do her thing.
“Officers, do you have that warrant with you this time?” You couldn’t see anything but considering you didn’t hear Daphne telling them to leave and slamming the door that meant they probably had it. You felt move movement, Daphne moving aside to let them come in. She said nothing at first, probably just wanting to make this as awkward as she could so they leave faster, but eventually, she spoke up.
“You can look around my place all you want, but you won’t find any kid. I hate children and never let any into my apartment. The only toys you’ll find here are from Big Ed’s Dildo Emporium.” Daphne let out a high-pitched laugh, covering up the disgusted grumbles of the officers. Daphne isn’t lying about that, she did have a bunch of toys from Big Ed’s, all of which you’d seen her use or helped her use. The police officer's search continues and Daphne wanders around, acting cool and relaxed about the whole thing, throwing out the odd jab at the cops about her trash-filled home. They aren’t welcome there and she wants them to know that without question.
Everything seems to be going well, the police officers seem to be almost wrapped up their search. It seems like never giving you any clothes or belonging for your tiny body helped sell the fact you never existed. The ass crack is getting wetter, Daphne might seem relaxed, but you know she is still worried and that’s turning her ass into a sticky sweaty swamp. It’s as she’s walking around the couch, shaking her ass to mock the cops that it happens, the thong breaks. The part holding your hands to the waistband gives and you find yourself no longer being pulled in opposite directions. Blindly, you grab onto the sides of the ass, digging your fingers into the doughy flab to keep from falling down to the floor.
“Ma’am, are you okay?” One of the officers asks as Daphne froze. She could feel you no longer tightly held in her crack, now ready to fall down and reveal your battered, naked form to the police in her home. Then it hits you; just let go and they would see you. Daphne could explain away a lot of things, why she had you stuffed between her ass cheeks was not something she could get away with. This was your big chance and all you had to do was let go and let gravity do the rest. Yet, betraying your mistress, going against the woman that you had served absolutely for what felt like a lifetime, it made you sick to your stomach. It was the kind of sick feeling you got when you started licking her asshole, the absolute feeling of wrongness and revulsion that made you want to puke. What you should do seems easy, yet you're still clinging to her ass for dear life as though her disgusting, wet, clammy ass crack is the safest place in the world for you right now.
“They’ll be looking for a kid, not a human thong,” Daphne simply told you and you felt the blood leave your face. Daphne had come up with so many creative ways to torture you, sometimes using other objects to help add to your agony. One of the worst was the thong she had custom made to be used with you. It looked like any other thong, a little extra big to fit the enormous hips of the whale of a woman that was Daphne, but the back of the thong was missing. That’s where you come in, your arms are forced up and tied to the waistband of the panties while your legs are forced together around the crotch area. You become the back of her thong, stretched out from your arms and legs like you’re on a torture rack as your body is forced between her ass cheeks. It’s painful and humiliating as you struggle to survive between her fat cheeks crushing in around you. Once again, you remain silent, accepting this familiar torture with a nod.
“You have to promise to stay quiet back there, shit stain? Not a word or I’m going to squeeze you so hard between my cheeks that they’ll need the jaws of life to get you out of my ass crack,” Daphne threatened as she hoisted you up, carrying you in one hand as she went to grab her custom-made thong. You nod solemnly, knowing that you’ll face horrible pain worse than what you’ve already suffered if you failed. You aren’t as stupid as you were back when you first started, you understood that Daphne could be stomach worse. Everything she did was for her pleasure; your suffering was just an added bonus. If you angered her though, she would just hurt you in the most horrible way possible and not care about her own desires. A Daphne focused on just your agony was not something you wanted to see.
There was the thong in Daphne’s room, still unwashed since last time. It looks slightly bigger than the last time you were strapped to it, which of course it does because you’ve lost a few inches since you were last used with it. You lift up your arms above your head, wrists pressed together and your tied into the waistband. You groan in pain as your legs are yanked down and you're forced to stretch for them to be fastened into the tiny string of cloth above Daphne’s crotch. Now secured to the thong, you see your naked mistress ready to step her feet in on either side of you and pull you up, but she hesitates.
“If you’re a good bitch, you’ll get rewarded. I want you to remember that,” Daphne said as she put her thong on and started pulling it and therefore you up. You weren’t given any time to think what could possibly be considered a reward from this evil monster of a goddess as you were pulled up her chunky thighs and slammed into her ass crack. You moan softly as the sift, supple ass cheeks give way and your sucked in between them, your entire body devoured and only leaving your arms and legs sticking out. It used to sicken you to your absolute core, but the warmth and softness slowly started to grow on you. If it didn’t smell like something had died and been left to rot in Daphne’s ass crack, you might have even found it nice.
Soft moans turn to screams as your arms and legs are yanked hard, nearly dislocating both of them. The thong needs to be refitted because your no longer big enough. As tears start to trickle down your eyes, you hold out for Daphne noticing the fact that she’s nearly ripping in in half and adjusting the thong. Daphne might enjoy your pain, but she did anything that left you permanently injured. Her desire to keep you breathing and healthy enough to torment often left you oddly in her debt. Whenever she saved you from breaking a bone or suffocating to death in her fat or fluids all you could feel was gratitude instead of anger because she was the reason you were in such great harm. It was just another way that her treatment had warped you. Maybe she would have helped you, maybe she wouldn’t, because seconds after putting you on and there was a knock at the door.
“Coming!” Daphne called out and then cursed under her breath. Quickly pulling up a skirt and putting on a tub top, the huge, wobbling mass of older woman checked her hair before reaching down to rub the space between her ass cheeks. She hissed down at you, her voice promising untold pain and agony, “Not a word. Don’t move an inch. Or else.”
Simple orders that you planned to follow, not that you had much of a choice. You were tied to her thong, trapped in her ass crack. What else was there for you to do? Daphne rushed to the door, her ass cheeks slapping against you and digging you deeper into the dark, dank center of her rump. Even though she had recently washed up, it still stunk so bad and there were sweat and other fluids clinging to the walls crushing in around you. The horrible environment made you sick, but you didn’t gag as you felt the vibrations stop and heard the door opening. It was time to play your role as nothing more than underwear and let Daphne do her thing.
“Officers, do you have that warrant with you this time?” You couldn’t see anything but considering you didn’t hear Daphne telling them to leave and slamming the door that meant they probably had it. You felt move movement, Daphne moving aside to let them come in. She said nothing at first, probably just wanting to make this as awkward as she could so they leave faster, but eventually, she spoke up.
“You can look around my place all you want, but you won’t find any kid. I hate children and never let any into my apartment. The only toys you’ll find here are from Big Ed’s Dildo Emporium.” Daphne let out a high-pitched laugh, covering up the disgusted grumbles of the officers. Daphne isn’t lying about that, she did have a bunch of toys from Big Ed’s, all of which you’d seen her use or helped her use. The police officer's search continues and Daphne wanders around, acting cool and relaxed about the whole thing, throwing out the odd jab at the cops about her trash-filled home. They aren’t welcome there and she wants them to know that without question.
Everything seems to be going well, the police officers seem to be almost wrapped up their search. It seems like never giving you any clothes or belonging for your tiny body helped sell the fact you never existed. The ass crack is getting wetter, Daphne might seem relaxed, but you know she is still worried and that’s turning her ass into a sticky sweaty swamp. It’s as she’s walking around the couch, shaking her ass to mock the cops that it happens, the thong breaks. The part holding your hands to the waistband gives and you find yourself no longer being pulled in opposite directions. Blindly, you grab onto the sides of the ass, digging your fingers into the doughy flab to keep from falling down to the floor.
“Ma’am, are you okay?” One of the officers asks as Daphne froze. She could feel you no longer tightly held in her crack, now ready to fall down and reveal your battered, naked form to the police in her home. Then it hits you; just let go and they would see you. Daphne could explain away a lot of things, why she had you stuffed between her ass cheeks was not something she could get away with. This was your big chance and all you had to do was let go and let gravity do the rest. Yet, betraying your mistress, going against the woman that you had served absolutely for what felt like a lifetime, it made you sick to your stomach. It was the kind of sick feeling you got when you started licking her asshole, the absolute feeling of wrongness and revulsion that made you want to puke. What you should do seems easy, yet you're still clinging to her ass for dear life as though her disgusting, wet, clammy ass crack is the safest place in the world for you right now.
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