Chapter 8
Daphne.

All eyes turned towards the petite little figure that entered the room. Her skin was glowing white. She wasn’t very tall at 5’ 2”, her lovely blue eyes cast down and the hair tied as a high pony accentuated her school-girl looks. She was completely naked except for string of jewels round her waist, lopped to one side, and gold rimmed glasses. No extra pounds anywhere, she looked like a cherubic angel.

“The world knows her as Karisma, some know her as Lolo. At the BSA she’s called Daphne… And I’ll soon tell you why…” Nana spoke, “Daphne have you got Pussy new clothes?”

Karish held out a packet to Nana without ever looking up. “Keep it Slave, while I tell them your story…” Nana began.

“Daphne here was a favorite of mine since when she wiggled her 16 year old butt in Prem Quadi. No one agreed with me, but I knew that this bushy eye-browed little girl, romping around in a swimsuit was going to make it big in the industry.”
  
“There were offers a plenty to ‘train’ Daphne, and some involved pretty big money, but I always turned them down. Somehow, this cute girl in her glasses made me want to protect her. Then she made the fateful mistake. She announced that she was going to marry that good for nothing moron Abhisex. I knew the time had come to impart a little wisdom to this girl.”

“We kidnapped her, but soon realized that she wasn’t too interested in marrying Abhisex in any case. While she was here, she saw her contemporaries being trained. She soon discovered that she had a kinky side as well. She discovered that she loved being dominated by men. Daphne was the first student who volunteered to join the BSA. But while Daphne is servile when it comes to men, she’s a real terror to the females. None of the female-bonding stuff for her; she’s the queen and she knows it. She is the only female trainer that we have in the BSA. Of course, being a female, she doesn’t enjoy the same rights as her male counterparts, but then, we never claimed we were an equal opportunities company.”

“I’m sure you’re wondering why she’s called Daphne. Like I said, Karisma looks pretty in her glasses. They accentuate her pretty blue eyes. So when she came here we started calling her ‘dhapnee’. But soon she proved herself to be so stylish, that we had to give her a classier name, so we call her ‘Daphne’”

“Daphne is ingenious when it comes to fashion. She’s got a real taste for good clothing; in fact she’s the head of our clothing R & D department. What do you have for Pussy today slave?” Nana ended his monologue, which the others had heard with rapt attention. All this seemed to be too unreal. They looked expectantly at Karish. 

“I have a bikini for her, master. It’s a bikini made out of rubber bands.” She opened the packet and held out the outfit. The others were disappointed, and it showed. Nana had showered praise on this petite number, and all she’d come up with was a bikini? But they dared not say anything… They knew Nana liked Karish, and would not hear crap against her. Diya, who had been watching the packet, dreading what was inside it, was also visibly relaxed. Maybe Karisma had a latex fetish, but surely a rubber-band bikini couldn’t hurt! Only Nana was smiling.

“Ashwhoreya, dress up Pussy! Daphne come beside me.”

The bikini was a snug fit. Diya wasn’t uncomfortable. The others were wondering what was the point. They were pretty sure Nana had made a boo-boo this time… the bikini looked kinky alright, with the thick rubber-bands pulling snug on Diya’s body, but hell, the damn thing hadn’t even been stitched right! There were some extra loops on the two-piece: one over the pussy, one over the ass, and one each over either nipple. Surely not the class that Nana had said Karish had! They looked at Nana with forlorn eyes. Nana was still smiling. Karish was kneeling beside him. He was running his hand thru her auburn hair (he had asked her to loosen her pony). 

“Hmmm, you guys look dejected and Pussy seems to be very happy with life. Didn’t I tell you Daphne was a genius? Now I’ll prove it!”

He spread Diya’s legs and ordered them to be tied to the pillars. Diya howled in distress at this rough treatment, but no one paid attention, after all this had been done so many times, everyone had lost interest in her protest. Diya was quickly secured to the pillar. 

Nana went upto Diya and said “Pussy dearest, you didn’t think this was going to be easy did you? You thought this dress was Daphne’s kink? You couldn’t have been more wrong!”

Saying so pulled the loop over Diya’s cunt and pulled it away from the body. Then he let it snap back.

“AEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!” Diya screamed. Her clitoris was on fire! The loop had been placed strategically over her clitoris. The fire was now slowly spreading to the rest of her pussy. Before it could subside, Nana had once again snapped the loop over her pussy. Diya couldn’t believe the pain. 

The next hot came not on her pussy but on her puckering shit-hole which was still raw from the enema attack. In fact it hurt hell of a lot more because Karish had strategically placed a hard diamond right at that spot. 

Diya’s hips bucked as she felt her entire pubic area on fire. The shots her rapid, and now the others had also joined in. Snap! Snap! Snap! The bands went. The pain was so enormous Diya couldn’t think. Some of them had discovered the loops on the nipples too, and Diya’s entire universe of pain seemed to be circling round four points on her body. Shot after shot! Relentless. It wasn’t really pain. Diya discovered to her horror that the snapping bands were turning her body on. Her mind was yelling ‘NO!’ but her body was deciding otherwise. 

Nana noticed that Diya had closed her eyes. And it was not the kidding of shutting of your eyes to shut out the world; it was rather the orgasmic closing of her eyes. And Diya’s body was in fact tensing up to an orgasm. She couldn’t think clearly now... One part of her brain told her not to orgasm, but another was trying to convince her otherwise. And the latter was winning. Diya was slowly preparing herself for an earth shattering orgasm. Then all of a sudden it stopped! She opened her eyes and gave Nana a crazed look. Nana for his part had a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“You didn’t think I’d let you get off so easily did you?” said Nana and then laughed uproariously at his own pun, “Pussy you’re going to beg for being shod. You won’t even mind taking Johnny’s little Lever to satisfy you… I’m going to bring you to that state… Till then you will wait! OR are you ready to beg?”

Diya’s mind was muddled, the nirvana that had seemed so close had suddenly gone so far. She had wished to cum, but now the prudish part of Diya was taking over again… She firmly shook her head saying ‘NO!’

“Your humiliation is our pleasure!” said Jackie suddenly, “and my, are you going to pay!”

End of Chapter 8
WARNING: This is a story and so all the situations are fictional. The author does not condone non-consensual sex. Trying the stuff written in this story can land you in very very major trouble. The author is not responsible for your behaviour AFTER reading this story. (He wasn't even responsible BEFORE you read this story, so there!)