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The days pass. Trixie spends her hours, waiting patiently to return to Misty's house and Misty's Daddy and his oh-so terrible Boy. She discovers it is difficult to pull her mind away from those scenes, the Man with his belt, the whips, the reddening flesh, the sudden incredible shock of pain that first kiss gives. Trixie, though a catholic girl, and imbued with stories of martyred virgin flesh, has never truly considered the level of her passion, mixed with the hurting, the pain. The way she wants with all her soul to give Daddy's penis <span style="font-style:italic;">everything He wants</span>. His Boy. His Weapon. His Knife. She likes that. She sits at her desk at the Secretary of State's Office of Motor Vehicle Services, and remembers Daddy's Cock in her mouth, the way It tastes, that moment when It swells up even bigger and suddenly floods her mouth and throat with sperm. It's too salty, acerbic. She doesn't really like the way come tastes, but remembering that flavor even now she feels herself becoming moist. She starts to touch herself, but remembers where she is in time. She doesn't like the taste, but she would consume anything that Daddy wishes, anything that comes from Daddy's Cock. She wonders whether she could drink His piss and something in her causes her to smile at the very image, the warm liquid flooding her, spilling out her lips and the caustic flavor. She could do that, if Daddy's Boy wants it. She knows she could.
She looks up to see Misty giving her the eye, with a small careful smile. The old "I know what you're thinking about" smile. But she really doesn't, not yet. Or, maybe she does. Trixie thinks I will ask Misty about that. Has she swallowed Daddy's piss? She shivers. What else will happen? Daddy still hasn't ripped her asshole open, but He has promised He will. Misty read that part in the Story of O to her, the part where Sir Stephen says that O will have to be rent, in the ass, and her lover, Rene, agrees that O wants to be rent. Misty explained that by rent, they mean "torn open." And Trixie has put her fingers in her own asshole and wondered what it will feel like when it is Daddy's big Boy. And she knows that Daddy wants it to hurt, that He won't "take it easy" and that He won't use a lot of lube, like they tell you to on the websites. How to have anal sex. Not Daddy's style at all. No. He is just going to hurt me with His Boy. And that, she decides, is really what she wants. She wants Daddy's Boy to spear her tender little anus and tear the flesh apart. She wants Him to spurt His hot come in her tight bottom while she screams and cries.
Now she is really hot. She gets up and heads for the restroom, checking to see where her supervisor is, across the room. She sees Misty smirking and watches as Misty licks her finger and rubs it across her lips.
Down the hall Trixie gets to the women's room and goes to the last stall, the one for handicapped people because it is so big. She sits back on the toilet and pulls her skirt up to her waist. Her pussy is smooth and shaved and so thick with her juices it is leaking a little bit. She never had this problem before. She rakes her fingers up and down her nether lips. She uses her nails a little, hurting herself deliberately, like Daddy will. She finds her clitoris and pinches and pulls at it. And then she settles down to a hard and fast rhythm. As she imagines Daddy's Boy in her face, closer and closer, suddenly she has an idea and she slides a finger down to her asshole and plunges into it. It hurts, though she's a little lubricated.
That's not the worst you're gonna get Missy, she tells herself, and she takes several fingers, three fingers, and she brings her leg up and exposes her anus even more and she digs all those fingers into her own bottom, while her other hand strums those chords on her pussy and she concentrates on how bad it feels, how much it hurts, and she sings to herself a little hurts Daddy hurts real bad Daddy! like she knows He likes to hear. And she imagines His Boy, coming to her asshole and shoving in suddenly, hard, like a large dagger, stabbing her to death. And she comes and she comes, shaking, almost laughing, and there are tears on her cheeks.
Only two more hours to quitting time.
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