Chapter 1349
At eight o'clock, Daisy settled on the couch, absorbed in the latest episode of "Western Region Major Case Chronicles." As the hour grew late, she switched off the TV and padded down the hall to check on Laura. A warm feeling spread through her as she peeked in to see her daughter diligently studying. Laura had always been a responsible and focused girl, a self-starter from a young age. Throughout her school years, from elementary to high school, she consistently topped her class, a constant source of pride for Daisy.
Daisy herself came from a comfortable, upper-middle-class background. Her father, Malcolm, was a well-known figure in Harmony County, having risen through the ranks of the Criminal Investigation Department from Captain to Deputy Director, Director, and finally County Mayor before his recent retirement.
Life was good. Her parents were healthy, her daughter was thriving, and her job was undemanding. She lived a life of ease and comfort, the envy of many married women. Yet, a nagging sense of dissatisfaction lingered, a quiet discontent stemming from her unfulfilling sex life.
Previously, Kevin had briefly injected some excitement into her routine, but his last impulsive act had forced her to create some distance. She'd been mulling over the idea of inviting him back for dinner, reasoning that he'd likely learned his lesson. He was young, after all, and prone to occasional recklessness.
Daisy entered the bathroom, shed her nightgown, and began her nightly ritual. As she lathered and rinsed, her hands glided over her curves, a flicker of longing in her eyes. This body, ripe and desirable, was truly appreciated only by Oliver. She remembered her days as the star performer of the county song and dance troupe. Back then, she was a local celebrity. Her performances were the highlight of every show, drawing thunderous applause and cheers. She thrived in the spotlight, reveling in the thrill of showcasing her beauty to an adoring audience.
Marriage and motherhood had shifted her priorities. Her figure had filled out, becoming even more voluptuous, and she'd transitioned from performer to deputy troupe leader. One stormy night, a sense of unease pulled her from her sleep. She got up to check the balcony door. As she drew back the curtains, a gasp escaped her lips. A man wearing a pig mask stood there, a knife glinting menacingly in his hand.
The masked man hadn't anticipated Daisy's sudden appearance. He'd slipped into the house and concealed himself behind the curtains, intending to wait until she was asleep. Startled by her scream, he lunged forward, pressing the knife against her, hissing, "Shut the hell up!"
Terror choked off Daisy's voice. Just then, a knock came at the bedroom door. "Mom, what's wrong?" Laura's voice called out.
Thinking fast, Daisy replied, "Nothing, honey, just a mouse. Go back to bed."
Once Laura was gone, Daisy's fear sharpened into a chilling awareness. Remembering her father's advice – never resist an intruder, comply with their demands – she forced herself to speak calmly. "There's ten thousand dollars in my nightstand drawer. Take it and I won't call the police."
The masked man lowered the knife slightly and hurried to the nightstand. He yanked open the drawer, his eyes widening at the neat stacks of cash. He couldn't tell exactly how much was there, but it was a substantial sum. He thought bitterly about how these government officials must be lining their pockets, casually keeping wads of cash at home, while he slaved away all year for a pittance. He scooped the money into his jacket. Then, turning back to Daisy, he remembered his original intention. "I'm taking the money," he said coldly, "but we're also going to have some fun."
Daisy recoiled as his gaze raked over her body. She hadn't expected him to want anything more than the money. She instinctively backed away, wanting to flee the room, but the thought of Laura in the next room paralyzed her. She was trapped.
The masked man advanced, brandishing the knife. "Take off your clothes," he growled.
A wave of terror washed over Daisy. More than anything, she feared being disfigured. The thought of her face being marred was unbearable. As the sharp blade inched closer, she knew she had no choice. With trembling hands, she reached up and slowly peeled off her nightgown. The silk slid down her smooth skin, pooling at her feet, revealing her full, mature figure.
The masked man's eyes gleamed with lust as he devoured her with his gaze. He had long known of Daisy, the most celebrated beauty of the Harmony County song and dance troupe. He'd seen her perform in the grand hall, her graceful, alluring movements fueling his fantasies. He'd often masturbated while watching her on stage.
After her marriage, Daisy's public appearances had become rare, and he'd gradually forgotten about her. Now, his long-held desire was within reach.
He stepped towards her, reaching out to grab her breast. Nervously, Daisy pleaded, "Wait. You can touch me, but then you have to leave. I promise I won't say anything. You know my father is the former police chief of Harmony County. He can find you easily."
She was desperate to de-escalate the situation. Outright refusal might provoke him into something even more violent. If he wanted her body, she had to offer some concession, some way to appease him and avoid further harm.
A flicker of fear crossed the masked man's face. He knew of Malcolm's reputation, his legendary ability to solve even the most complex cases. He'd only dared to resume his criminal activities after Malcolm's retirement. He'd been so focused on his victims' routines, not their identities, that he hadn't realized who Daisy was. He knew she was married to the principal of Sunset Valley High, and that her daughter attended the school, but nothing more. He hesitated, torn between his desire and his fear. Finally, he nodded curtly and began to caress her breast.
Daisy's body had been touched by only two men: her husband and Kevin. Now, feeling this stranger's hands on her most intimate parts, she trembled, biting her lip, her hands clenched behind her back.
Her breasts were full and firm, exquisitely smooth to the touch. The masked man kneaded them roughly, his mind flashing to Audrey from Sunset Valley High, whose ample, bouncy breasts had been even more stimulating. He'd never managed to penetrate Audrey, though. As he fondled Daisy, his own arousal surged. He quickly unzipped his pants, revealing his hardening cock.
"What are you doing?" Daisy asked, her voice tight with fear. "We agreed you would leave after touching me."
The masked man thrust his cock towards her. "Make me come," he demanded, "and I'll let you go." Knowing now that she was Malcolm's daughter, he didn't dare push things too far. Raping her would be easy enough, but if he truly angered Malcolm, he wouldn't be able to stay in Harmony County. It wasn't worth it.
Daisy's face was a mask of conflict. His request wasn't outrageous, didn't cross her absolute boundaries. But to actively pleasure a stranger, to perform such an intimate act for a man she loathed… the humiliation was almost unbearable.
Seeing her hesitation, the masked man waved the knife impatiently. "Hurry up," he snarled. "Or I might change my mind. Maybe I'll go find your daughter instead."
The mention of Laura sent a jolt of pure terror through Daisy. In that instant, all other considerations vanished. Her maternal instinct kicked in, overriding her humiliation and rage. With tears streaming down her face, she knelt down and took his cock in her hand, her movements stiff and mechanical. The sacrifice was agonizing, but for Laura, she would do anything.
The masked man hadn't realized Laura was Daisy's Achilles' heel. As long as he held that threat over her, she would comply, offering up her ripe, desirable body to his whims. The sight of this proud, elegant woman, the daughter of the former police chief, kneeling before him, servicing him… it filled him with a perverse sense of triumph. He no longer felt the need to penetrate her vagina. This was enough.
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