Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: sd@magenta.com (Steven S. Davis) Subject: "Diane", 5/8 (NC, torture, extreme) Keywords: story fiction repost nonconsent torture s&m This story may be freely distributed, so long as the following warning remains attached. 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 5 by SD 7. Slave Training: Day Six "You're quite a disappointment, slave", the mistress told Diane. Diane was laying strapped to a low bench, the same one on which she had seen a tortured corpse when she was brought to the dungeon. "You're such a weak, cowardly, little wuss, you can't even stand on your own two feet". The aforesaid feet were horribly discolored and swollen to several sizes above their normal size. "If you can't even do that, you aren't worth much to us. I'm sure you remember this bench", she said as she squatted by Diane's head. She took a fluid filled jar from under the bench and took some leather cords from the jar. As she dragged the wet cords across Diane's face, she said "I'm sure you remember these, too. Oh, they're not the same one's you saw on the other girl, we don't use the same strips twice that way. These are nice new strips of raw leather which we've kept good and moist, so that when we tie them about someone" she said as she wrapped them about Diane's neck, "they constrict to the maximum possible amount. They're so wet" - she tied them in place - "that it takes them a long time to dry out and begin to constrict, and then they oh so slowly close on you. We use nice thin strips for cutting; they'll cut a man's joystick right off. Wider strips like these constrict the flow of blood, or air. If they should happen to be placed on, oh, say, a woman's neck" - she ran her fingers over Diane's neck above the taut cords - "and left on, well, she turns so many nice colors, and her tongue sticks out - I do so like that part - and her eyes pop out of her head, and then... well, I see you remember what comes next. Training accidents do happen, you know. And when they do, we regard it as suicide by the trainee, who obviously didn't try hard enough to survive. Do you remember what that means in your case ?" Diane quickly nodded. "Good. I do so like that look of abject terror, I've missed it the last couple days. So nice to see you can still be so frightened. One's never so alive as when one is truly afraid, and when you can't be scared anymore you're just an empty shell. So nice to see you're still with us, slave. I hope it stays that way a little longer. That depends on you". With that she rose a strode out of the dungeon, timing the remote controlled opening of both sets of doors so smoothly that she didn't need to break stride. This required, of course, a slow stride, and if it happened to involve a considerable rotation of her hips, so much the better. It was hard to judge the passage of time in the dungeon. There were no windows so far underground and the lighting only changed when they wanted to hurt one's eyes or burn one's skin. There were a few hourglasses and other timers used to heighten a slave's anticipation of some dread occurrence, but none of these were in use. Diane had no way of telling how long it was before she felt the first constriction about her throat, though it would have been difficult to be certain which feeling was real, she had sensed or imagined the constriction so many times before it became unmistakable. After that the tightening was slow but inexorable. As it began to interrupt her breathing Diane had the repeated urge to cough but the first cough hurt so much she suppressed the impulse. She reflexively struggled against the straps though she knew that she wouldn't be able to move them even a fraction of an inch. Time seemed to have changed so that it simultaneously appeared that the cords had gone from taut to strangling in no time at all, and that an eternity of suffering was experienced while that happened. As predicted Diane's tongue pushed out of her mouth, and the skin of her face seemed to be stretched tight. The mistress appeared above her unexpectedly. In her distress Diane could hear little besides the pounding of her own blood. The mistress was nude but for a leather corset and a belt for her toys and tools. She straddled Diane's head and lowered herself to Diane's mouth and said "Lick me, slave". Diane tried but could barely move her swollen tongue. The mistress spread her own labia and ordered "Lick my clit. One good lick. C'mon, slave, one good lick and you can breath again. One good lick and you survive. That's it, go for it girl. That wasn't a good lick. One good lick and you live. One good one and THEY live. Good, move that fat tongue, good slave. Was that so hard ?". The mistress stepped off her, and clipped the cords with a powerful pair of shears. Diane was lightheaded and blood rushed to her head and she sucked air through her sore throat as fast as she possibly could. The mistress sat fingering herself as she waited for Diane to return to relative normality. When she had, her trainer said, "So you see, slave, you can do what you need to. That cord is just as much around your neck now as it was a few minutes ago. If you don't perform, it will crush the life out of you. We're going to complete all aspects of your training, and you WILL do what you have for that to be accomplished". "Since you aren't good for much today, we'll have a couple graduates of our program - I'll have them show you where their clits used to be - come here and help you with your hygiene. Few people like leg and underarm hair, but if a slave is in chains for a week or so, there's not much she can do about it. They'll bring some tweezers and electrolysis kits and get rid of that hair for you. They should finish today; they've learned to work pretty fast getting all the bodyhair off men, and they totally ignore your discomfort. Neither you nor they will be gagged, but the microphones in here can pick up a mouse fart, so anything you say will be recorded and we'll check this time period to see if one word passes between you - yes, slave, it's always running, we've recorded your prayers - they haven't done any good, now have they ? How presumptuous of you to think that God cares that you're here suffering ? Did you think he didn't already know, and would send an angel to harrow the space above you and pull you out of here as soon as you informed him ? Don't you know pride is a sin ? Ah, where was I, oh yes, don't speak to them. We will punish both you and them if a single word is exchanged". She turned to leave, then turned back, "Some day I must play back the things you say at night when you're asleep. The surveillance tapes always found your bedroom a most quiet place, so this talking in your sleep is a new habit. You say such sweet, touching things; we play the tapes and just sit around and laugh till we have to find a slave to piss on". 8. Slave Training: Day Seven Diane was kneeling on a bed with her hands clasped behind her head. She was, of course, completely naked, and the body hair that had grown since her capture was missing. The mistress examined her, smacked her sore left armpit with a riding crop, and said, "Since you're still a piece of crippled wetware, slave, we'll have to keep working on parts of your training that you don't have to stand up for. So tell me, how does your pussy feel today ?" "I'm very sore", Diane said, and a crop struck her breast. "Do be polite, slave". "I'm very sore, mistress". "We all have troubles, don't we ? Right now, you're mine. A slave can't not be in the mood; if someone wants you, you'd better perform and do it well. So even though you hurt all over, you're going to make love - and yes, YOU will make love to the people you serve, if that is what they like, but they will not make love to you. You owe them respect and regard, and they owe you nothing". "I thought you might find it interesting to have some contact with another trainee", the mistress said as she pushed a button on the remote. "As always, no names, and neither of you speak except on orders". The doors had opened, and another leather clad woman, entered leading a young man on a leash. His wrists were chained in front of him, the chains attached to another chain tight around his waist, his legs had heavy braces on them attached by a 12" chain. He was carrying with difficulty a heavy iron ball, attached to the tip of his penis by a chain so short that holding the ball in front of him was yanking his penis upwards quite painfully. He was 19, muscularly slender, with moderately long light brown hair. His well toned body was showing numerous stripes from a recent whipping, but he was otherwise unharmed, and hoping he could rest the ball on something soon so he could stay that way. Until yesterday, when he offered a ride to a sexy little redhead a few years older than him, one he had never seen before, but whose car had broken down next to his in a massive student parking lot, his name had been Clay. "See how nice we are to you, slave ? You never had a college boy, not even when you were in college. How virtuous of you to save yourself so you could end up here ! He just arrived, and is almost as good as new; those welts and the soreness from that iron clamp around his head - the one that matters - probably aren't hurting him as much as you're hurting, but 'tis enough, 'twill serve - as will he. Thank you, mistress, would you please fasten the leash to the bed ? Thank you, I'll take him now." "My, you are a pretty one, aren't you ? Gay, by any chance ?" Diane's trainer asked. He shook his head no. "I see your training has begun. Good. Let me give you a piece of information: though there's a fair number of women in the Association, most are lesbian or bi. There's a couple who might use you, but those cute buns of yours and that nice mouth are going to be primarily servicing men" - he looked a little sick - "so this would be a REAL good time to uncover any latent homosexuality ! But that can wait a bit ! We've got a woman for you to fuck ! She's not much, but she's the best you'll get in a while - though come to think of it there's a couple guys in the association who look better in a dress than she does - AND THEY CAN WALK IN HIGH HEELS", she shouted, and struck Diane a few times with the crop. When she was done, she handed Diane a set of keys and said, "Make yourself useful and take the chains off him, except the neck chain. You can move now, fool." Diane took the ring of keys and began searching for the keys to open the handcuff. After she tried on and it didn't work, he gave a little whimper and hefted the ball a bit. The mistress laughed, then said, "I think that was a violation, lover, but since I do love to hear a man whimper, I won't punish you for it. However, the ball comes off last, and if you bend or squat or do anything to get that ball closer to the ground, I'll chain you down and let a vulture eat your balls". Diane tried somewhat more hurriedly to find the correct keys. This was complicated by the fact that on these restraints the keyholes were all nearly the same size, regardless of the size of the restraint, and every lock had it's own key. After she got one handcuff open, she spent a frantic minute trying to unlock the other one with the same key before she realized this. By the time everything else was off and she started on the cock lock, he could barely hold the ball. But she got it off in time, and he dropped to his knees and put the ball on the ground. He clasped Diane's hands and looked gratefully at her face. She smiled shyly. "Enough making eyes at each other, get on with it, slaves. Hmm, this might get confusing, so I'll call you Cunt and Prick. Think you can figure out who's who ? On the bed !". Diane remained kneeling on the bed and Clay knelt facing her, still holding her hand. "Now you two are going to fuck good and hard, and I don't care what hurts or how much. Now go to your corners" - she laughingly directed them to opposite corners of the bed with an ominous cattle prod she had drawn and activated- "I want a good dirty fuck ! Cunt, Prick, you both know the rules, there are no holds barred but you WILL separate on my command. There is no limit on the number of take downs allowed ! At my command come out fucking ! FUCK !" They crawled slowly towards each other, stopping with their faces a few inches apart, both obviously embarrassed. "Oh, yeah, like you're both so modest ! Cunt, you fucked eight men in every known position a couple days ago, and Prick, you were hot to fuck a total stranger yesterday, so here's a stranger, FUCK HER !". Diane reached up and put her hand's on either side of Clay's face, then softly kissed him on the mouth. She pulled back a little, her hands still on his face, looked him in the eye and nodded. She slipped a hand behind his head and laid down on the bed pulling him down also, and they started gently kissing. After a moment she moved from his mouth to his face and neck. She worked her lips to his ear and thought to whisper that it was OK, they had no choice, but she saw the mistress intent watching and thought better of it. Instead she moved away slightly, sliding away from him, and quite slowly and obviously spread her legs as she cupped her breasts and pushed them towards him. He took them and kissed them and pushed her down and kissed her, harder this time, and they kept their lips glued together as she raised her hips and he started to push into her. She gasped in pain as her tender vagina was entered and he broke from their kiss and looked worriedly in her eyes but she nodded "yes" again and he continued to push as she ground her hips onto him, repressing further gasps despite the pain, gently kissing his face to assure him it was OK and he started humping hard, aware of her pain and hoping to end it as soon as he could and in a couple minutes he started grunting and his face was taut and he was close to coming... and then he screamed and pulled into a fetal position as he passed out. The mistress had shoved the point of the electric prod into his anus. "Well, that was sweet but boring, and you don't use a slave for sweet but boring", she said as Diane held Clay's head to her breast looking at him sadly before turning a calm but angry gaze on the mistress. "So you didn't like that, Cunt ? You're going to see and do a lot of things you don't like. Later in your training we'll have you torture victims, sometimes under our direction, sometimes using your imagination. Or maybe they'll play a game with you at the gathering, one where two slaves are selected and each writes out a torture program for the other, then whoever has written the cruelest program gets to inflict it. But that's for another day. For now, let's get the boy out of here and bring on a man to give you a good screwing". She pushed a few buttons and several men came into the dungeon. Three of them dragged Clay out. One of them stayed behind. "So, mistress, how's your pupil doing ?", the remaining man asked ask he undressed. "She's a bit of a problem, never seems to want to get out of bed". "We should all have such problems with our women", he said as he stretched out on the bed. "Kiss my dick, slave, first on the head, then up and down the shaft". Diane knelt at his hip and did as he ordered, it taking quite a few kisses to cover his long cock. "Now run your tongue around the head, then run the tip of your tongue along it's length. When you get to the bottom lick my balls. Keep licking till I change your orders. So mistress, how's the gathering shaping up ?" "Looks like a pretty full contingent, the new meat seems to have provoked some interest. Even this one has a lot of people interested in playing with her. You think she's pretty ?" "Well, I like them with a little more meat on them, but a lot of guys like 'em thin". This conversation went on at some length as Diane steadily licked his balls. "Oh, slave, my feet are a little sore, so lick my feet for a while". The conversation then went on as Diane moved to lick his feet, the two participants seemingly oblivious to a naked women licking a man's feet. Finally, he said, in a bored voice, "I guess we may as well get on with this", as he opened his legs. "Get between my legs and suck my cock". Diane knelt between his legs and lowered her mouth to his cock. Before it got there a buggy whip cracked across Diane's back, making her jerk her head in pain, as the mistress said, "Do a good job, slave". "Now don't do that while she's got me in her mouth !" "You're getting soft, stud". "Yeah, the prospect of getting my DICK bit off tends to do that !" He didn't stay soft for long as the blonde head bounced up and down on his shaft. It was too long to fit in her mouth, and the mistress said "Take him all in, Cunt - or should I call you Deep Throat now ?" Getting that long shaft down her throat while kneeling over him proved difficult, but the whip kept cracking across Diane's buttocks and back while the man kept repeating "Don't you bite me, bitch", so at last Diane stood up on the bed, which allowed her to get her mouth and neck aligned, and after suppressing the urge to gag and bending her legs a bit, to push her lips all the way to the bottom of his cock. It also exposed her thighs to the whip, and the repeated strokes across them weren't making it any easier to maintain this position. "Suck slave, suck hard", her trainer kept repeating as she lashed Diane. The pain and frustration were intense and Diane wanted to cry, but knew it would make the situation even worse; I'll cry later, she thought, and Diane squeezed her lips tightly about the base of his penis and sucked as well as she could with a cock deep down her throat. "Passable, cunt. We'll work on this some more later", the mistress said. "OK, slave", the man commanded, "come off my cock - don't you bite me, bitch ! - and mount up". Diane managed to glance up at him inquisitively while she was pulling off his long shaft. "Mount up. Sit on my cock. You're the slave, you're going to do the work". Diane straddled him, took his thick cock gingerly in her hands and positioned the head, and had started to slowly lower her raw pussy over the stiff shaft when the mistress began cracking the whip across her back. "We don't have all day to wait for you, cunt". Diane started thrusting harder and faster but the whip kept falling across her bare back and between the pain in her inflamed vagina and burning pain in her back, Diane started to scream. Finally she was bucking wildly on her mount, her hair flying and her breasts bouncing. "That's more like it, we've even got that skinny ass of yours jiggling now. Keep it up", the mistress commanded. Diane was certainly trying, but the man was just laying there enjoying the action of her breasts and showed no sign that he would come any time soon. This went on and on, Diane pulling up and thrusting down as fast as she could on his thick, stiff shaft, pushing it in as far as it would go, then pulling up again, while he laid there as if nothing was happening. The mistress was whipping her again. "Dammit cunt, your one purpose is to make a man come and you can't even do that ! What good are you to anyone !" Diane leaned forward a bit to run her hands over him as she kept riding, her sweat dripping onto his stomach. The whip was cracking across her buttocks. "Yo, watch where you aim that thing !" "Shut up, stud! Faster, slave, faster! Masters are busy people, they can't wait on you". Diane couldn't go any faster; she tried slowing down, and rotating her hips in a small circle over her partner. The whip kept falling, as the mistress screamed "Faster !", but since she wasn't able to go fast enough to satisfy the whip wielder and wasn't getting any closer to her goal that way she kept up her rotation, then started moving her hips in a sort of a figure eight. At last the grinding of her hips penetrated her heretofore indifferent mount's composure and he started moaning, then screaming, then the two of them were screaming, one from pleasure and one from pain but the sound was the same and he could stand it no more and erupted inside her in a series of violent spasms, then he was still, and Diane fell back, catching herself on her extended arms, and sat there leaning backwards, eyes closed, flushed and sweaty and gasping for air, barely holding herself up, with him limp inside her. Then the whip cracked across her breasts. "Not bad", said the trainer, "but not good enough. Do it again". END, Part 5 ************************************************************************ Steven S. 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