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From: sd@magenta.com (Steven S. Davis)
Subject: "Diane", 8/8 (NC, torture, extreme)
Keywords: story fiction repost nonconsent torture s&m
WARNING: This story is not to some tastes. Actually, it's
not to most tastes. It involves bondage, golden showers,
humiliation, kidnapping, murder, rape, scat, slavery, terror,
and torture, all of them nonconsensual. There's also doubtless
some grammatical errors; for those, my apologies.
This is not by any means a normal bondage story, it does not
represent the practices of the BDSM community, where consent is
required and the safety of all players a key concern. People
into B&D will find bondage here, but not the safe and loving
sort they crave; people into D&S will find no power exchanges,
nor any loving submission or concern; people into S&M are the
ones most likely to enjoy this story, but it is not an S&M story,
in which people with complementary needs, to give and to receive
pain, come together to consensually satisfy their needs. This is
a story about sadism w/o masochism, and as such is an evil story,
as much a horror story as it is an erotic story. Please do not read
it unless the most extreme examples of human evil interest you.
SD
DIANE, Part 8
by SD
13. Slave Training - Day Twelve: In a world of shit
Between the three children and many puppies she had raised, Diane
had thought herself inured to shit. Her first day in the dungeon
had disabused her of that notion, but the assaults on her sense
of smell since then had convinced her that no smell could sicken her
again. But her training had again shown her the limits of her
imagination, and Diane was now deathly ill. She'd already lost what
little she had in her stomach, but the waves of nausea kept coming,
and it took all her will to keep from passing out. If she passed
out she would drown, and as tempting as the prospect was, the
consequences were unacceptable. So she fought back the darkness
and kept her face up and prayed that the ordeal would end soon.
Diane was floating spreadeagled face down in a four foot deep,
14' by 10' pool. The cords attached to her wrist cuffs were
too slack to hold her up, and were attached to rings in the side
of the pool, while the cords holding her ankles were attached to
the sides of posts alongside the pool, inclining her upper body
into the viscous mixture of warm water, urine, shit, and whatever
other noxious waste product could be liquified and dumped into the
pool, in which Diane had been kept for a period that the guards
outside the poolroom had measured in hours while Diane had lost
track of the eons. To keep from drowning she had to keep her head
up and keep her arm cords pulled taut, and the continous exertion
would have been a terrible strain under the best of circumstances.
Her arms and shoulders and neck hurt and she hadn't the strength to
hold out another minute; she hadn't had for more than two hours.
The doors opened, and Mistress Sadie, entered, a clear plastic mask
attached to a small tank of scented oxygen covering her nose and
mouth. She was leading a blonde girl of about ten by alternately
tugging at the leash around her slender neck and slashing at the
child's pale body with a thin cane, adding to the set of bright
stripes crisscrossing her flesh, the visible marks on the bare flesh
not covered by the girl's modest swimsuit attesting to an extensive
pattern concealed beneath the light fabric. The little girl's hands
were chained in front a her, a chain running from her wrists to the
heavy legirons about her ankles that she could move only with great
effort. She was crying and screaming as she brought into the room,
at which point her screams were replaced by gagging and coughing as
the overwhelming stench assaulted her. Mistress Sadie laid into the
girl's slim body, "You wanted to see the pool, didn't you ?", she
shouted at the gasping, gagging, green-faced girl, "Here it is,
don't you want to go swimming any more ?"
"NO ! Please let me go, I want to go home !" the girl cried.
"And people in Hell or dungeon number 3 want icewater, but they
don't get it", Sadie replied, as the thin wood of the cane cut into
the girl's skinny ass, "Keep moving". When they reached the edge
of the pool, Sadie asked,"So you don't want to stay here ? After
all the trouble I want through to sneak you into our private swim
club ? That's your choice, of course, but you owe me something for
my trouble. Look where those ropes lead. It's hard to tell, but
there's an old lady out there enjoying the pool. She's hogged the
pool long enough, we want to get her out of there, but I don't want
to get all wet, but you're in a bathing suit so you can jump in
there and unhook her..."
"no! (gasp, cough) I won't get in that...."
At which Mistress Sadie grapped her ankle chain and jerked it,
sending the girl headfirst into the pool. After awhile most of the
girl's head - the muck line was at her mouth - reappeared, her long
blonde hair now looking quite different as she gasped and spit and
shook her head to try to get the filth of her face.
"It looks like you are in the pool, dear. Now do what I say and
unhook the bitch or I'll add some more sewage to the pool and drown
you, you little shit", Sadie said. The girl had already tried to
start a backstroke and get her head clear of the muck but discovered
that the chains wouldn't permit it. She wanted to throw up, but since
she had to tilt her head upwards for her mouth to clear the muck,
she was afraid of choking on her hurl. She began making her way to
Diane, whose coating of shit was so complete the ropes were necessary
to find her, and undid Diane's wrists with difficulty, since she
could just barely raise her own hands high enough to reach Diane's.
This deprived Diane of a way to hold herself up, and since she was
too tired to paddle to keep her head above water she had to float
with her face in the shit until the girl could release her ankles.
When she was free she stood up and tried to wipe the filth from her
face but since it covered her hands as well little was accomplished.
Giving up, she picked up the girl to get her head up and carried her
to the side of the pool. There was no ladder and to get out one had
to grab rings a few feet from the edge of the pool to haul oneself
out. Diane started to push the girl up but Sadie shoved a pole
against the child and said "Slave, you should know that children
need to learn to do things for themselves. Put her down and let
her get herself out". Diane looked Sadie and the girl and the rings
outside the pool, too far away for the child to reach, and back at
Sadie. "The little one's not even 4' tall", she said. Diane stared
at her for a moment, then lowered the child, who started screaming
and crying and tried to grab hold of Diane as Diane pulled herself
with the last of her strength out of the pool, but Sadie pushed her
off with the pole. Diane lay exhausted by the side of the pool
as the little girl screamed, "Don't leave me please don't leave me".
Sadie waited for a moment, then said "Alright slave, enough
lollygagging, get on your feet. NOW !", punctuating her order with
a sharp stroke of the cane across Diane's buttocks. "If you make
me get my nice clean cane dirty beating your shitty ass slave I'm
going to be very mad". Diane managed with difficulty to make it to
her feet and stood shakily before Sadie. "God, you're a mess",
Sadie said. "Here", she said as she draped a set of handcuffs
across the end of the cane and extended it towards Diane, "put
these on, I don't want to touch you till we get you cleaned up".
Diane took the handcuffs and locked her own wrists behind her.
"Good", Sadie said, "now let's go clean you up. You've got a date
with a firehose. Start walking", she said, gesturing with the cane
towards the door. As Diane staggered towards the exit, Sadie urged
her on with cane strokes that cut across Diane's back while the girl's
pleading cries "please help me, please don't leave me, please" cut
into her heart.
**********************
As of 12 Feb 1997, this is the end of Part 8 of 8 parts in the story
"Diane", which is unfinished.
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