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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 19


On Sunday night, Diane waited until everyone was asleep before she signed on to
check her mail.  There were dozens of emails stacked up again.  The one from
SumwonElz said she would be at the Palmer House again at noon.  He gave a room
number and instructions on what to wear.

+ + +

Her2U watched as SumwonElz hacked into the system again.  She traced his hack
and he was calling from the same place again.  He was getting lazy. Not sloppy,
just lazy.  

She watched as he received the notice that SubDiane had read her email.  He
didn't reply. She was relieved about that.

+ + +

Diane immediately recognized the two muscle men when the dressing room.  She
must have had a panicked look because one of them raised a hand.  

"We're not here for anything like last time.  This is different. In fact, we
want to do something nice for you."

She tensed as they both approached. One held his arms behind her back while the
other started kissing her hard and rubbing his hands over her body.  She fought
for a few minutes, but finally gave up and relaxed into it. She felt herself
getting turned on.  He was handsome, built like a body builder, and rough and
firm.  He moved his hands over her back, her hips, her thighs.  She parted her
legs slightly, getting more turned on every minute.  He started rubbing two of
his fingers between her legs.  She spread her knees and kissed him harder.

After several minutes, she felt the orgasm build.  She closed her eyes and
started to let go.  She moaned loudly and pressed herself against his hand.
When she finally came, the man behind her clamped his hand over her mouth.

When her trembling stopped, they both let go and walked away.  

"OK, now get out there and do your workout."

She looked down at her suit.  The crotch was soaked, a three or four inch
circle that spread down to her upper thighs and up nearly to her belly.

"I...I can't go out there like this..."

"We let you say no last week, this week it isn't your turn.  You have two
minutes."

Diane looked around in panic.  There was no time to change and no way her
clothes would dry in just two minutes.  She ran into the bathroom and pulled
some hand towels out of the dispenser.  She pushed it between her legs, trying
to soak up the dampness.  She pulled another handful, and another.  The clock
was ticking and she knew they'd come back.

She looked in the mirror, the spot wasn't so prominent. It was as good as it
was going to get.

Diane walked out into the gym.  The two were standing, waiting.  One was
looking at his watch. He nodded.

She went directly to the step master, hoped that she could work up a sweat
quickly enough that the spot wouldn't be obvious.  No one stared at her, she
thought it had probably worked.

+ + +

At the hotel again, she watched for her opportunity to get past the concierge.
As she'd expected, he eventually had to leave his post.  This time, it was to
help some customer with driving instructions.  She got to the elevator and went
to room 418.  

"Okay, get naked then put on this hood."  The man handed her a hood that
covered her head but left her mouth exposed.  There was a metal ring that
fitted inside, behind her teeth, held in place by small snaps in the hood.  She
put it on and twisted it until it fit into place.

"On your hands and knees now. Ass high in the air.  I want to see you crawl
around the room a few times..."

Diane cried as she dropped to her knees.  She raised her ass high, put her head
to the carpet.  Slowly, she crawled around the room.  She heard him muttering
his approval as she crept around.

"Nice ass.  Nice little ass. I like the tight little hole.  Have you taken many
cocks in that little hole?"

He kept up a litany of filth as she crawled around the room.  She ignored most
of it.  It was a trifle after what she'd been through.

"OK, that's it. I'm nice and hard now.  Come on over here and let's see how
your mouth feels around my cock."

She came close and he knelt in front of her.  He grabbed her head and started
to fuck her mouth.  He pushed deep and fucked quickly.  She had a hard time
catching her breath between the stabs he was making.  Finally, he pushed deep
and held it in hard, shooting his sperm down into her throat.

"Nice, nice tight little throat..." he moaned as he unloaded into her.  He
pulled back and let a trickle of cum drip from her lower lip, down onto her
chin.

"The money's by the door," he said. 

Diane unsnapped the hood and massaged her jaw, trying to get the feeling back.
He handed Diane her clothes.

"Head down the hall to room 420."

She dressed and left the room.  420 was the next room down the hall.  She
knocked on the door and waited.

When the door opened, she saw three men inside.

"Whoa! Not bad!"

"Well, hey, what did he promise? Right?"

They invited her into the room, asked her if she wanted a drink.

"No, thanks."

"Hey, we've got a surprise for you."

She looked at them.  They were young, early 20's probably.  They were dressed
nicely, probably college kids, she thought.  

"You're SubDiane, right?" one of them asked.

She felt a cold fist in her stomach.  What did they know?"

"Who told you that?"

"That's why you're here, right? Playing games with your master?"

She wondered how much they knew.  She decided she wouldn't try anything
dangerous.

"Yes, that's what he tells me."

"Good. Because, we all have the same kind of thing in mind. You might not
remember, a chat with MrMaster?"

She had no idea what he was talking about.  There were so many chats during
that time, way back when in a past life.

"MrMaster.  Remember?  And two of my friends came in?  You swore you'd do it
for us in real life, if you could?  Well, here's your chance!"

"What? What?" she screamed.  "Who the fuck are you?"

"Oh Diane, don't play games.  Let's get this on.  Listen, you can call us Tom,
Dick and Harry, OK?  We like to hear you talk.  You were so good online... Hope
you're half that good on your back."

Tom reached out for her and pulled her skirt up.  "Yum yum!" he said.  "Let's
see you naked."

Diane stripped, watching them.  She wondered what they had in mind, hoped she
could get it over with quickly.  While she was undressing, Harry went into the
bathroom.  He returned with two beer bottles.

"Open this for me," he said, handing her a cold, full bottle.

She started to twist the cap. 

"No, no.  Hold it between your titties and unscrew it with your teeth.  Don't
you remember the games we played?"

She panicked. What else had she done?  She remembered some times but knew that
it couldn't be them. It couldn't...

"It couldn't..." she murmered out loud, starting to cry.  She took the cold
bottle and pressed it between her breasts.  

"Could you at least put a washrag over it so I don't chip a tooth?" she asked.
Harry smiled.  "Sure."

She leaned down and wrapped her mouth around the cap.  With a quick twist, it
popped off.  She was relieved.

"Oh, honey, what's wrong?" Dick asked, wiping a tear from her cheek.  "You were
so HOT on the chat?  Are you backing out on us now?"

She felt one of them behind her, rubbing his cock between her legs.  She
squatted slightly, opening her lips for him to enter.  He slid into her and
started pumping.  Tom started kissing her, pinched her nipples in his fingers.
He pulled hard, stretching her breasts and nipples and shaking them slightly up
and down.

"Remember you said you loved this?  You asked for this  so many times!"

Why was he doing it?  Did he really think that was what she wanted?

Harry unloaded his cum into her cunt, then pulled out and walked away.  Tom let
go of her breasts and sat down on the edge of the bed.  He reached under the
pillow and pulled out an empty catsup bottle.

"Do the bottle thing," he said, handing it to her.

Diane started crying now, she remembered who they were.  They'd spend nearly
four hours on the chat, using her in a dozen different ways.  And the 'bottle
thing' was one of their favorite.  She begged them to let her go, to just
remember the chat.  They laughed.  "Not with all the money we paid!"

Diane reached for the empty bottle.  Moving slowly, she set it on the floor and
squatted over it, still hoping they might be satisfied with seeing her like
this.

"Enough?" she asked.

"Do it."

She covered her face and squatted lower.  She felt the opening of the bottle
meet her cunt.  She slid slowly down, feeling it slide into her.  She took most
of the bottle into herself.  The base was about two and a half inches around
and flared.  She felt her cunt close slightly.  She was past the flare.

All three of them applauded.  She covered her face and cried.

"Walk around the room a few times!"

"Yeah! Let's see!"

She stood up, feeling the thickness between her legs.  She couldn't bring her
thighs together and walked around the room in a way she knew must have looked
completely ridiculous.  She lowered her hands, felt the water on her cheeks,
her eyes red and hot.

"Well, Tommy?"

"Yeah, you up for it?"

Tom stood up.  "You remember this, Diane? Remember how I fucked you up the ass
while you were like this?"

"Oh, God, no please... please..."

"Get over here and stand in front of me..."

Tom was rubbing his cock, spitting on it to get it wet.

Diane walked to him, turned her back toward him, and bend slightly over.

"Guys, she wants it!" he laughed.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.  Tom put the head of his cock at
her small hole.  He started to push. She couldn't stretch, everything was full
down there. He tried pushing again, but couldn't get the head past the opening.

"Not working, guys.  See, I told you!"  He sat back on the bed.  "Go on, Diane,
take that thing out of you."

She squatted down and reached between her legs.  She took a firm hold of the
bottom of the bottle and, squeezing her muscles inside, pushed it out of her.
Tom told her to get back on her knees.  She was much easier this time.

+ + + end of chapter 19


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