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WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes.  It is intended as a work of
fiction for ADULTS ONLY, and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone
similar behavior.

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is
coincidental.  All names are fictitious.  The acts described herein are 
illegal, and are not condoned by the author.  This work is to be read by
PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law.

If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here

THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!
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SubDiane's Mistake
Chapter 9


"Now that you have some names to hang onto, let's take a look at you," said
Three.

She heard shuffling, they were moving around her, saying nothing.  Then, they
sat back down.

"Not bad for a 38 year old Wonder Bread mom.  Not the measurements you posted
on AOL, but still, respectable."

"I don't like her tits," said Four.

"Doesn't matter. We're not doing anything surgical this time," said Three,
sternly.

"Well, let's at least get her into a gym!"

"I agree, she's not in very good shape at all.  Too many PTA meetings and ice
cream socials. You need to drop at least 20 pounds."

"All right, then it's agreed," announced One.  "The gym, daily at first, then
perhaps it can taper off.  Diane, do you have a membership anywhere?"

"No," she said quietly.

"All right.  We want you at D--- Gym tomorrow morning signing up for a
membership.  Several of us work out there, and that will give us a way to make
sure you're coming along quickly enough.  What we want is ..."

They outlined a program to her, parts of her body they wanted "improved":  her
breasts should hang in a particular way which they demonstrated by raising her
soft flesh with their hands, her thighs should be a bit thinner, her ass
firmer, her belly flatter.  She half-listened, angry that they were treating
her like an animal, discussing grooming tips.

"You do not need to shave your cunt hairs.  Keep your underarms and legs clean
at all times.  Your color will be plum.  Lightly rouge your nipples and color
your eyelids for all assignments.  Clothes will be assigned on a case by case
basis. Your default uniform will be a plum colored, knee length dress, button
front, pleated skirt, garter belt and plum colored stockings underneath.  Iron
bracelets and necklace, we'll provide those."

"You will want to keep a small purse with your things.  Keep the toothbrush and
toothpaste and KY jelly with you at all times." 

"Yes, you might be called on to fuck someone at almost any time of the day or
night."

The words circled around inside her head until they got too loud.  She screamed
at them.

"This is crazy!  You're all crazy!  I could get killed, raped, murdered, I
could get AIDS, VD, anything!  You have to let me out of this!"

"No, we don't."

"What if something happens!??"

"You understand, don't you, that this isn't our concern?"

"But...but, if I'm dead, I can't bring in any money for you!" she tried in a
desparate attempt at reason.

"We make extra money for an unprotected fuck.  You might try some of those
experimental cremes that are supposed to kill virus, but they must be
undetected by the customer.  This is completely your concern."

She leaned her head down again and cried.  They were insane, they could kill
her.  She could bring a disease back into the house.  There had to be some way
out.  She couldn't imagine what it might be.

"Do you understand the instructions about the gym?"

"YES!" she yelled.  "You assholes want me to look like the teenage fantasy
girls on the TV commercials!!!"

"No, Diane, don't be stupid.  We know better.  We just want you to have a body
like theirs.  I don't think anyone really cares what you look like."

She collapsed again, sobbing deeply.  Three continued talking.

"You also might want to consider some different size dildoes for your asshole.
There are plenty of them who are going to pay extra to use you that way and
it's in your own interest to widen yourself just a bit."  She said it all so
nonchalantly, Diane knew she was lost.  This was the woman making the
suggestion.  Had she been through it before? Was she trying to be helpful?

"Diane, is this all clear?" Two asked.

"Y...yes..." she muttered between sobs.

Everyone was quiet and remained quiet for several minutes.  She felt the tears
dripping down her cheeks, a drop of snot hung from the end of her nose.  They
were not talking to her or among themselves.  What were they doing?  Just
staring?  Drinking?  Writing notes?

She heard the water running in the bath tub.  There was the sound of dripping,
then more water running.  It stopped.  The room remained quiet again.  She
heard shuffling on the carpet. Someone was getting closer.

"Ooh!" she jumped as something touched her cunt lips.  At the same time,
something warm was being pressed into her armpits, more around her neck, and
she felt lips wrapping around several of her fingers.  Lips sucked on her
nipples.  A tongue was flickling lightly at her clitoris.  The pressure at her
cunt increased and she felt what must have been a dildo sliding into her. 
Something warm was being wrapped around her calves and there were tongues
sliding up and down her thighs.

Her body responded instantly.  The juices started flowing between her legs and
her mouth opened, ready for whatever they had in mind.  No one attempted to do
anything other than build her further toward climax.  She squatted as well as
she could, giving the dildo room to work up inside of her.  She was panting
heavily and encouraging them to go on, go on, go on.

The warm feelings, she realized, were damp towels.  She had never felt it
before, loved it.  The tongues were eager and slid over her body, bringing
every nerve alive.  The white lights started to pop before her eyes.  She felt
her orgasm coming.

"Don't stop now," a voice said.  "I've got the machine ready.  Get her closer."

Panic spread through Diane's brain.  What machine?  Was it connected with the
dampness of the towels?  Horror gripped her as she remembered stories of
torture with electric wires and water.  The feelings were confusing her brain -
terror, lust, fear, desire.

"She's ready.  Set up the mount."  The mouths, fingers, towels, everything
left.

"No! No!" she screamed.  There as a chill over her body as the damp spots
cooled.  Her hips were still sliding up and down against the beam.  Between her
legs, she felt something moving round. A loud "snap" noise told her that they'd
connected something to the main post of the beam.  More motion down there and a
dildo was slid inside her again.  Then, she heard a vibrator turn on.  The
motorized bullet pressed against the outside of her cunt, just below her
clitoris. Someone removed the headphones.

"All yours honey.  The camera's rolling and we're all waiting. We want to see
you cum."

"No, no, no," she cried. Tears rolled down her cheeks but the lust in her body
overrode the humiliation in her brain.  She pressed her hips forward, eager for
the vibrator.  It sent a charge through her entire body.  Then, she started
pushing herself up and down, forcing the dildo deep into her, then back out
again.  It was wonderful.  The dildo was made of a thick rubber, wide but not
too wide.  She loved it.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes," she was screaming, oblivious to the camera and the
audience but aware of them at the same time. The orgasm built quickly and she
was thrashing back and forth, her head hurling from side to side, her hair
flying.  She felt pain as the dildo went too deep, she had to control herself,
but couldn't.  She pushed down again and felt the sharp pain while the orgasm
flooded over her at the same time.  

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" she screamed.  She held her hips
steady against the vibrator. Her hips shook in short, quick spasms for a long,
long time as she tried to build up to a second one.  When it came, she threw
her head forward and back, hitting it hard against the post.  She pressed it
hard against the wood, pushed her knees back flatter and let the vibrator drive
her over the brink again and again.

"OK, I'd say that's about enough," the voice said.  She collapsed against the
support, her entire body limp and exhausted.  They removed the dildo from its
mount and pulled it gently from inside her.

She was panting heavily.  She felt a thin line of saliva drip from her mouth,
down her chin, and onto her chest.  She wondered how long she'd been drooling.

The door to the hotel room opened and she heard people shuffling past her,
exiting.  A few touched her, weighing a breast, pinching a nipple, or petting
her head. One person kissed her.  She didn't know if it was a man or a woman.
They kissed deeply for several seconds, then the person moved on.

The door closed again and it was quiet in the room.  She wondered if she was
alone.  They couldn't leave her alone!  Who would find her?  The maid? 
Security?  Some stranger would find her naked and tied to a wooden crossbeam in
a cheap hotel room in Chicago?

"Hello?" she called out.  

There was no answer. She strained at the ropes around her wrists. They had a
little give to them.  She'd read before about escape artists and tried to lay
her wrist flat against the wood.  She could slide it nearly, but not quite, out
of the rope.  She tried her other arm. The same.

"Hey, is anyone in here?" she called again. "This isn't funny."

"We're here. Just enjoying your helplessness.  

"Fascinating, isn't it? One day, you're exploring domination fantasies in the
relative safety of the online world with complete strangers.  Next day, you're
naked in a hotel room being filmed for dozens of them to jack off to.  Funny
how things work out, isn't it?"  It was One's voice.

Someone was untying the ropes from around her ankles.  She didn't move her feet
when she was free, waited until her arms were untied.

"Are you SumwonElz?" she asked as she rubbed her wrists.

"Do you seriously expect me to answer that?" he replied.

"What now?" she asked, knowing it was useless to pursue the other question.

"Now, you go home and take a nap. I expect you're pretty tired."

She heard footsteps on the carpet heading for the door.

"Leave the blindfold on the bed.  Clean up.  Feel free to nap here if you like,
you're perfectly safe.  We'll be back after six to remove the equipment."

The door opened, there were footsteps leaving, then it slammed closed.

Diane removed the blindfold, peeled the damp tissue from her eyes, and looked
around the room.  There were three of four folding chairs, some magazines and
some empty glasses.  The  apparatus she'd been tied to was an elaborate device.
 Besides the parts she'd been secured to, she saw there were a variety of
eyebolts and buckles running up and down the middle beam and the arm and leg
beams.  It looked well worn, she wondered how old it was and how many other
women had been used on it.  Her clothes were around the room where she'd
dropped or thrown them.  On the bed was a boom box with the headphones still
attached.  Beside it were several audiotapes. She wondered which ones she was
on.

+ + + end of Chapter 9


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