Shirley James - Daddy_s darling

"I'll do whatever I want with my daughters. You just remember your place!" he said.

"I won't. I'll do whatever I want, and I'll say whatever I want!" yelped Sue. "From now on, buddy, I'm not going to take anymore orders from you. You're going to be in for a terrible surprise!" she hissed. Just wait till he found out about those pictures!

"I don't know what you mean, but you're fired. I'm not going to take anymore shit from a stupid bitch like you," said Hamilton. Sue Carson jumped up and started to run out of the room. Hamilton was right on her heels. He caught her by the hair, and brought her down with a flying tackle.

"That's not all you're going to get, young lady. I think a little spanking might be in order, I've taken enough insults from everyone. First, you come into my home and teach my daughters your own private brand of filth, then you insult me to my face. I'm going to teach you a lesson once and for all!"

"Don't you dare, don't you dare!" screamed Sue. Her arms and legs flailed wildly while Hamilton wrestled her to the floor. "Don't you lay hands on me, you bastard!" she shrieked. Hamilton puffed deeply. He was having a hard time holding Sue Carson down. She was struggling like a banshee. He sat on top of her, forcing her down by sheer brute weight, while he looked around for something to restrain her with. His new bathrobe was hanging on a hook on the other side of the ornate, decorated bathroom. He grabbed Sue by the hair, and dragged her nude body across the room. Seizing the sash, he ripped it off the bathrobe, and began to wrap it around Sue Carson's wrists. "Damn you! Stop that! Let me go!" she wailed.

"Not on your life, cunt," bellowed Hamilton. He was starting to lose control of himself. He was normally a cool and collected, if lecherous man, but every once in a while he would lose his temper and go on a rampage. This was one of those times. The last time he had flown into such a rage was several years ago, when he had been attacked by two fruity characters in a bar. He didn't remember what had happened, but he did remember waking up with his fists all raw and bloody. One of his attackers was found with both arms broken in the street, and the other had run off, after trying to pick up the remainder of his teeth from the floor. It had been quite a lot of effort for Hamilton's lawyers to shut everyone up.

Sue was screaming and kicking, but now Hamilton had her hog-tied in a squealing bundle on the floor. He pulled her wrists, tied behind her back, way up to meet her feet, then he tied all four limbs together with a big knot behind her back. Now Sue Carson lay totally naked and helpless on the floor. She was on her stomach, rocking back and forth with her wet belly as the pivot point. She glared at Hamilton, and kept shrieking, using the most vile language she could conjure up. "Alright, bitch, alright. I'll make you shut up!" raged Hamilton. He was turning red, like a Viking who was having a fit of the blood-lust. He was getting more and more incoherent, and he realized that he was losing touch with himself. Still, Sue Carson had really tried to provoke him, and now she was going to pay for it.

He stormed around the room, completely naked, his prick dangling and bouncing between his legs. Sue's screaming was driving him crazy. He took a wet washcloth, soaked with water and soap, and gave it a quick wringing over the tub. Sue's eyes widened in terror.

"What are you trying to do? What are you… mmmpphhh!!!" she blustered. Hamilton had jammed the wet washcloth into her mouth, then he took the sash from Tricia's bathrobe and wrapped it around Sue's head, fastening the washcloth in place. "Mmmphhggghhhh!" she roared. She waggled her ass, and scraped her belly along the floor, but she was tied quite tightly. There would be no escape for her. Now she questioned the wisdom of her acts. She had intended to merely provoke Hamilton, then present him with her blackmail demands, but he had turned the tables on her. Now she was a helpless, gibbering captive. She didn't know what Hamilton would do next!

Hamilton ranted on, looking more insane by the minute. Sue was sorry she had ever started up with him. She should have been a better judge of human nature. She knew that he wasn't quite all there. Added to this, she barely even knew him, aside from having fucked him a couple of times in the office.

Hamilton regarded his captive with furious rage. He wanted to punish her, wanted to teach her a lesson for meddling in his affairs. Spanking would be too good for this bitch. He had to do something that would teach her who was boss once and for all. He rummaged about the room, looking for something to fire his imagination. As he stormed about, opening and shutting drawers, he came upon an unused enema bottle, from the time he had been constipated. As soon as he saw the ugly thing, he was brilliantly inspired. He seized the plastic bottle, and held it up to the light. It was one of those little Fleet enema bottles. It was a small plastic squeeze bottle, with a long plastic nozzle attached. It was even wrapped in sanitary foil. He ripped off the covering, and held the bottle right in front of Sue Carson.

"See this? Do you know what this is?" he said horribly, trying his best to imitate Peter Loire, although not doing a very good job of it.

"Mmmggghhh!" screamed Sue, through her bitter tasting gag. This was the most disgusting thing that had ever happened to her. Hamilton had to be out of his mind!

Hamilton inspected Sue Carson's exposed, protruding vagina. He spread the lips of her pussy with his fingers, the pussy that was artificially protuberant because of the unnatural position she found herself in. Her cunt was moist, red, and hairy, just the way he liked them. She had lusciously long legs, and the way they were tied enhanced the smooth musculature of her slim thighs. For a second, he played with her cunt, then he jammed the nozzle of the enema tube into her gash. Sue screamed and writhed. Hamilton chuckled, then he withdrew the nozzle and let the tip rest lightly against her ass. The puckered asshole twitched with fear. Sue did her best to keep the thing out of her rear. She clenched her muscles as tight as she could make them, but it still did not good. Slowly and surely, like Horatio Alger, Hamilton fed the long plastic tube up Sue Carson's defenseless asshole.

Sue felt completely humiliated. She was ashamed of herself. How had she gotten herself into this ignonomous position? She felt like an idiot, like something out of a bad movie.

Hamilton leaned in closely, peering right up Sue Carson's ass. The nozzle was all the way up her rear, and she was squirming less and less with each passing second. Wow, quickly thought Sue, Hamilton's latent misobynism is really showing through.

She took her humiliation quietly, as Hamilton squirted the entire pint of fluid right up her ass. She tensed all her muscles, then she relaxed. It felt very relaxing. She was transported back to her youth, when she had gotten an enema from her family doctor. Her stomach was now distended, as Hamilton squeezed in the full pint of the salty fluid. She started to writhe again. Her intestines were churning. She felt like she had to go to the bathroom right this second, or she would shit all over the floor. Her entire body twitched with panic.

"How do you like that?" guffawed Hamilton, "Feeling a little bit uncomfortable, hey?"

Susan would have screamed, but her mouth was too full of the wet rag. She was getting terribly uncomfortable. The warm fluid in her ass was starting to build up pressure. She had to shit, and fast. Surely Hamilton didn't intend to… to… Suddenly Sue went wild. She strained against the ropes, bucking and jerking for all she was worth. It was hard enough to keep the fluid in her ass, but now she was faced with the spectre of Hamilton Burns, staring right at her and making the most deranged faces she had ever seen. Not only that, but he went over to the sink and started to refill the enema bottle, with warm, soapy water!