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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!
===============================
SubDiane's Mistake
Chapter 17


It was Tuesday morning.  Diane lay in bed staring at the ceiling. James had
left for work early and her daughter just pulled out of the driveway on her way
to school.  She looked at the yellowing paint.  Just three weeks ago, she might
have been thinking about repainting, about decorating this room or some other.
Now, her thoughts kept racing back to the depraved state of her life.  At the
beck and call of some online thug who was sending her out to fuck for money.
Blackmailing her with her own words from the chat rooms and, now, probably
photographs and tapes of her sessions with these strangers.

There was no way out.  The one man she thought might help her turned out to be
simply another pimp.  He might have been one of the blackmailers or just a
hired hand.  Who knew and what did it matter?  Her body was theirs and there
was no end in sight.

Her body itself felt better than it had in years.  Their intense program at the
gym - an hour minimum a day, 7 days a week, longer sometimes - was working.
Her body looked great, she was firm and toned everywhere.  When she wore the
clothes they assigned to her, she looked good, sexy, sharp.  

Diane rolled over and buried her head in the pillow - it was sick for her to
have any positive thoughts about this whole ordeal!  They were raping her, and
doing it by remote control, with other men's bodies.  These men thought they
were buying a whore, what would they think if they knew the whole story?  They
probably wouldn't care, she thought.

She thought about the old women in the sauna.  They acted like this was totally
normal.  Like they'd seen it a hundred times before.  Then, the real estate
deal.  They'd shown her off to the agent, had her exhibit herself standing on
her ties, arms above her head, nipples exposed, then didn't even offer her to
him.  That made her feel more used than many of the other sex acts she'd had to
perform.

When she finally got out of bed and checked the email, it said "take a day off,
check for mail at 8 tomorrow morning sharp."  She went to the kitchen and had a
light breakfast, then dressed and went to the gym.

The atmosphere there was lighter somehow.  Liz didn't talk to her much, the
workout was routine, none of the men seemed to give her any special attention.
She felt worse, it made her feel like just another hooker in the brothel, not
even worth the time to talk to if there wasn't anything planned for the day.

That afternoon, she spent some of the hooking money and treated herself to a
movie. It was a thriller and she let herself relax into it.  What could they do
in the movie that would possibly terrify her? she wondered.

Back at home, she went through her IN box again.  There were the usual requests
from strangers for chats or realtime meetings.  She didn't even bother checking
what SumwonElz might have put in her profile, she just deleted the messages.

There was an email with the Subject line: Have you had enough of him? She
opened it and read it with curiousity.

"Diane, we're seeing what we can do.  What does he have on you?" It was from
someone called  Her2U.

She read it several times and wondered what it was about.  There was no online
profile for this person.  Diane sent a reply, but it was immediately rejected
with "No Such UserID".  The same as she'd experienced with SumwonElz.  Another
hacker playing games with her?

She deleted the message. 

The rest of the day was her old routine - clean the house, vacuum, do some
reading.  She hardly understood the words, She wanted some semblance of
normalcy back in her life.

+ + +

Wednesday, 7:45 a.m.  James was just finishing dressing and her daughter was
sitting at the breakfast table reading the newspaper. 

"Mom, Linda's mom said she saw you at the gym the other day.  What's up with
that?"

Diane turned and looked at her daughter.  She'd considered this and had her
story ready.

"I've been going for a few weeks now, just something to take up my time..."

"She says you work your ass off.  Ooops, sorry, mom.  I meant that as a
compliment."

Diane looked at James.  He wasn't reacting at all.  

"Well, I figured if I was going to go, I might as well really work at it..."

She turned to the stove and stirred some eggs in the pan.  It was 7:50, she
needed to get to the computer by 8:00.  "Are you two ready?"

"Well, I'm set," James said, swallowing a cup of coffee and picking up his
keys.  "Now, you're home here at five, right, so we can get out to get that
shopping done?" he asked.

"I'll be here at five," she answered, praying that there was not going to be
any reason not to be home by five.

"Wonderful."  He pulled on his jacket and kissed her on the cheek.  "Goodbye."

As James walked out the door, Diane turned to her daughter.  "So, does Linda's
mom go to the gym often?"  She was terrified they would run into each other and
start talking.

"Oh no, she saw you through the window.  She doesn't work out at all. If you
think YOU need it, you should see her!"

Diane was relieved.  "Well, you get on your way, I'm going to go up and wash my
hair."

"OK. Bye mom."

Diane went upstairs and listened for her daughter to leave.  It was 8:02 when
she signed on and looked for mail.

"Ding!"

- SumwonElz: 	One minute late.
- SubDiane: 	My clock says 8:00.  Sorry.
- SumwonElz: 	All right.  I am going to give you an address. 
- SumwonElz:	I want to see you there at 8:30 sharp.
- SumwonElz:	Dress in whatever you like.
- SumwonElz:	Do NOT be late.
- SubDiane:	How long will we be there?
"Member is no longer logged on"

She laughed.  She knew she might as well get used to not having questions
answered.  She looked in her email and found the note with the address. It was
about a twenty minute ride, she wouldn't have time to shower.  

He'd said "dress in whatever you like" and she took advantage of it.  Grey
sweat pants and top, bra and panties underneath, white socks and running shoes.
 Whoever saw her was not going to get turned on.  Maybe that would buy her some
time.  For what? she wondered with a feeling of despondency.

+ + +

Diane stood on the front porch knocking at the door. It had been several
minutes already and no one had answered.  She looked around.  There were two
cars in the driveway and a neighbor standing on her porch watching Diane with a
curious look.

She knocked again and the door opened.  There was a woman inside dressed in a
gray office suit.  She invited Diane in and led her into the basement.  The
lights were out and the windows were covered.  There was enough dim light from
two candles that they could make their way through the room but not enough for
her to see if there was anyone else in it.

With no hesitation, the woman pulled Diane's sweat pants down around her
ankles, held each leg 
for her to raise her foot and step out.  Then, she stood up and pulled the
sweatshirt over Diane's head.  She spun Diane around, unclasped the bra, spun
her again and pulled the bra off.  Then, she slid the panties down to the floor
and Diane was naked.

"They're doing nice work with you at the gym.  You were kind of a pig when I
first saw you."

Diane didn't flinch.  Fuck her.

"Here we go now," the woman said.  She raised Diane's left arm and pulled a
leather cuff down from somewhere above.  She secured it around Diane's wrist,
then did the same with her right one.  With another quick motion, she'd pulled
a rope down from a pulley and ran the end through a metal loop on the left
cuff.  Then, she pulled the other end of the rope and Diane's arm was raised to
the ceiling beam.  The woman did the same with Diane's right wrist.

"Spread your legs for me."

Diane complied, nervous and anxious about what the woman might do next.

"Keep them spread wide and I won't have to tie them."  The woman turned her
back and walked away.  Diane heard her rummaging around somewhere in the room.
Then, she returned with a leather hood.  She pulled it over Diane's head,
adjusted the pads that covered her eyes and the small plug that fit into her
mouth.  There was a sound as zippers were opened and the flaps that covered her
ears were removed.  Something that felt like cotton was stuffed into each ear.

The woman walked away and Diane was left in the darkness for several minutes.
Then, she felt a hand between her legs, followed by four metal balls being
inserted into her cunt.  Four more were inserted into her ass.  A device was
pressed against her belly and she felt belts being pulled around behind her.
They were strapping something in place. When they slid it down several inches,
she suspected it was a vibrator.  What else would they put there?

"Diane, we wanted to tell you a little bit about what's going on," she heard a
voice say.  The cotton muffled the voice and she couldn't tell if it was a
woman or a man.  

"We feel it's time for you to know a bit more about what we are doing.  You
have probably come to the conclusion that we are interested in selling your
body for money.  You certainly have enough evidence for that conclusion. 
However, you would be wrong."

She listened hard, still trying to determine the sex of the speaker.

"It is true that it has been convenient to use you this way.  We have
commitments that must be met and you've served admirably.  That is not why we
have come for you.  Our goal is much more plain and simple than that.  We
followed your descent into cybersex, found your name and address, looked you
over, and decided that we wanted you as a sex slave.  It's that simple. 
Nothing more, nothing less. 

"What we are going to have from you is your complete and utter obedience to our
every whim.  You may have noticed that humiliation has figured into several of
your encounters.  That is part of what we do.  Part of what we enjoy.  It might
or might not be part of your training, who cares?  We just like it, so we are
going to do it.

"We are going to destroy you, then rebuild you as our sex toy.  You are free to
maintain your home life if you like, as long as it doesn't interfere with our
wants.

"We will have your total obedience.  Let me give you an example of where we're
going with you:  our goal, my dear -- and it's a "when" not an "if" -- is to
get you to the point where I can let you loose with a bunch of testosterone
soaked, sex-starved college boys who've been drinking and watching the most
disgusting porno videos you can imagine, I can let you go with them in a
barnyard surrounded by animals, with a toolshed filled with B/D gear, and make
it so that you will eagerly comply with anything they can come up with.

"One new rule for you to start obeying, beginning tomorrow morning.  You are
NEVER to turn down a direct request for sex by a man or woman. It might be
someone I've sent, it might not.  You will never know and it's much safer for
you this way.

"Also, no panties from now on unless specifically requested.

"You will receive other instructions as we move forward.

"Have I made myself clear?"

Diane was shaking her head slowly side to side and muttering "no, no, no"
inside the hood.

"I asked you a question and I expect an answer."

She felt the hot tears bathing her face inside the mask and just shook her head
slowly.

There was a burst of pain across her back and she screamed inside the hood.
The second hit came and she realized someone was whipping her.  She put her
feet together and stood up, moving her body to try and avoid the next blow.

"I told you about your feet, didn't I?" she head a voice, the woman's.  "Spread
them."

Diane started to move her feet and she felt the whip across her back again.
She spread her legs wide.

"Now, will you answer my question?  Did I make myself clear?"

She nodded, shaking her head hard and begging through the gag for them to stop
hitting her.  She was terrified James would see the marks and everything would
be revealed.

"Good. That's better. Here, I'll give you the whip as long as you're good."
She felt the leather whip being coiled around her neck and left to hang, the
handle and lash passing across her breasts.

"You're going to spend some time here listening to tapes of yourself being
fucked by some of your customers.  The vibrator might help you enjoy them a
little more than you normally might."

The device that had been strapped to her was indeed a vibrator and they turned
it on.  She felt the gentle buzz against her clit.  She tightened her muscles
and felt the balls moving around inside her.  There might have been a slight
"click" but she couldn't tell for certain.

Someone removed the cotton and put headphones over her ears.  She heard some
heavy breathing, then talking, moaning, and creaking of springs.  She could
picture it, this was the third fuck, she could even feel the man's weight on
her as she listened to the moaning and groaning sounds the two of them were
making.  It was turning her on, she couldn't escape the combination of feelings
in her head and in her body. She felt an orgasm coming.  It broke over her, but
the sounds didn't slow down or stop, the vibrator didn't pause.  It was an
annoying feeling between her legs now but after several minutes, it became
pleasure again.  She tried to put it out of her mind but couldn't.  It came
over her again, she felt her insides churning and the balls moving around,
clattering against each other and against the walls of her vagina and ass.  The
moaning was getting more intense, the couple on the tape were about to cum
again.  When they did, she did.

She eventually lost all sense of time, rocking her hips, pressing her legs
together, spreading them apart, humping the air and shaking her breasts from
side to side hoping for some contact.  She felt a river of drool running from
the gag down her cheek and onto her chest, between her breasts, over her belly.
 Occasionally, she'd feel a hand or some other object touch some part of her
body. It might be in the small of her back, one of the lips of her cunt, or a
hand roughly squeezing a breast.  She'd move her body toward it as much as she
could, craving the touch of a second person.  

She felt like she'd pass out when her breathing got faster and faster.  She
couldn't breath well through the hood, there were only small mesh holes for air
- it was always hot and moist.

Once, through a thick haze of lust, she noticed a feeling far off, then
realized that someone had been spanking her ass with a ruler for several
minutes.  She loved the burning stripe right across the middle of both cheeks.
She offered her ass as much as she could, churned her thighs and brought
herself to another wild explosion of an orgasm.  

It went on like this for several hours, with only pauses to change the tape or
the batteries in the vibrator.  When she heard the tape stop and felt the
vibrator stop buzzing, her entire body went limp.  She let her weight hang from
the wrists, though it hurt her shoulders and neck, she found her legs couldn't
bear the weight.

Someone untied her and carried her up the stairs.  She tried but couldn't move
her arms or legs.
She felt them slipping her sweats onto her, then her shoes.  Finally, someone
removed the hood.  Her hair was matted and her face was covered with her own
saliva and sweat.

"Do not EVER, EVER forget who is in charge of your life," the woman said. 
Then, she leaned over and kissed Diane on the lips.  "Go home and get cleaned
up."

+ + + end of chapter 17


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