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Article 19 of 34
Subject: STORY (Repost) "Diane", 2/8 (NC, torture, extreme)
From: sd@magenta.com (Steven S. Davis)
Date: 1997/02/07
Message-Id: <5deibj$7r3$1@solaris.cc.vt.edu>
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d,alt.sex.stories.bondage
Organization: Magenta
Keywords: story fiction repost nonconsent torture s&m
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.bondage
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 2
by SD
3. Slave Training: Day One
Diane was awakened by a pounding on the bars of her cage. It
scarcely seemed she had slept at all. When her visitors had
finished with her they'd forced her to her knees and made her crawl
into a small cage and place her face on the floor. Steel rods
were then inserted through the small holes in the cage and locked
into place just above her neck and ankles, behind her knees, and
below her waist, pinning her into a most uncomfortable position.
As tired as she was, the combination of her distress and her
discomfort prevented her from sleeping. The intermittent periods
of weeping didn't help. It had taken many hours - which had
seemed an eternity to Diane - before she succumbed to exhaustion.
Now the pounding of a metal club against the cage, which in
addition to being very loud sent shock waves reverberating
through the rods pinning her in place, dragged her back to
consciousness. The rods were removed by two new thugs and the
door opened. "Out, slave" commanded a statuesque blond woman in
her forties. Diane tried, but was too stiff to move. "Move it,
bitch" came the command, emphasized by the sting of a riding crop
on Diane's ass. Diane still could not move, and the mistress
told her attendants to pull the slave out, "but DO NOT drag her".
The cage was reoriented so the opening was on the top rather than
the side and Diane was seized and extracted by the legs. The
attendants stood her before the mistress but Diane's legs buckled
and they had to hold her by the arms. The mistress grasped Diane
below the chin, raising her head, and shouted. "YOU WORTHLESS
LITTLE CUNT, IS THIS WHAT YOU CALL OBEDIENCE ? IF YOU'D
RESPONDED THIS WAY TO A COMMAND FROM ONE OF THE MASTER'S GUESTS
THEY'D HAVE DROPPED ONE OF YOUR CHILDREN ALIVE INTO A TANK OF
HUNGRY MAGGOTS BY NOW. I DON'T KNOW WHAT ANYONE WOULD WANT A
SCRAWNY BAG OF BONES LIKE YOU TO DO, BUT WHEN THEY TELL YOU, YOU
MOVE AND MOVE FAST ! I'VE GOT THE UNLIKELY TASK OF TRAINING YOU
TO DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD TO WHEN YOU'RE TOLD TO, AND YOU ARE NOT
GOING TO HUMILIATE ME WITH BEHAVIOR LIKE THIS". The mistress
turned sharply and walked towards an adjacent room, ordering the
men "to bring sleeping ugly". When they got to the room, Diane
was strapped to one end of a seesaw like apparatus and dunked in
a tank of very cold water. The shock of the cold water and the
terror of not being able to breath brought Diane fully awake. She
wasn't under very far, but her desperate efforts to raise her
head above the water were unsuccessful and she watched in growing
panic as the mistress stood impassively observing her futile
struggles. With a wave of her hand, the board was elevated so
that Diane's head cleared the water. As Diane gasped for breath,
the mistress observed, "You seem a bit more spry now", then had
her dunked again, so quickly that Diane sucked in water instead
of air, and when she was brought up again Diane had to cough up
water before she could breath again. "It'll take more than cold
water to clean the crud off you", the mistress said, and the
board was rotated so that Diane was over a tank of very hot soapy
water. This tank was much deeper, so that she was covered up to
her ankles and her head was three feet under. The soapy water
was too opaque to see through, so the mistress had to judge by
the frantic squirming of Diane's bare feet when her distress
required that she be brought up. Again Diane was coughing and
gasping, when the mistress said "we can't have all that soap in
your hair" and positioned a large hose over her head which poured
clear water over it. By the time the soap was out of her hair
Diane was almost unconscious again for lack of oxygen. "Sleeping
again bitch ?", asked the mistress as she dumped a bucket of salt
water on Diane's feet then drove her cattle prod into the soft
flesh in the arch of Diane's left foot, bringing her screaming to
full consciousness. Diane was then suspended in a shoulder
harness while a high pressure hose cleared the soap from the rest
of her body. "Now you're clean on the outside" the Mistress
said, "so let's attend to your insides" as Diane was put on a
table, her feet strapped into stirrups and a belt with side cuffs
for her wrists fastened across her waist, and nozzles were
inserted into her vagina and rectum. Soon warm water flooded
those cavities. The vaginal hose was soon removed, the mistress
standing on a chair to press the sole of her boot against Diane's
lower gut to help expel the fluid, but the fluid kept running
into Diane's rectum, painfully distending it. At last the
mistress clamped off the nozzle, the detached the hose, leaving
the nozzle in the slave's anus. As the attendants were
unstrapping Diane, the mistress told her, "this is a cleansing
room, so we can't have your rectum emptying out in here. We'll
take you to an appropriate place for that. You be very certain
not to let anything slip out of your ass before we get there, or
you'll have to lick up whatever comes out - after I finish
punishing you. Follow me". With that the mistress began
leisurely to exit the room, Diane waddling painfully behind her.
The mistress followed a circuitous route through the dungeon,
stopping to check the lubrication of the rack and the temperature
of the oven that held the hot coals, studiously selecting a
number of pincers, pokers, and branding irons and conspicuously
placing them to be heated. Diane followed, straining desperately
to hold her anus shut. She knew that at best the mistress
understood how much she hurt and wanted it to continue and that
any pleas to hurry would only result in punishment, and that at
worst the mistress wanted Diane to burst so as to provide a
pretext for punishment, so there was nothing to do but endure as
long as possible.
At last they reached the lavatory. The mistress made Diane wait
while the mistress checked herself in the mirror, carefully
adjusting her hair and brushing her leather outfit. "Black picks
up every spec of dust, doesn't it ? But what am I asking you
for ? The opinion of a slave is worthless. I suppose we can
empty you now. You squat over this toilet and spread your cheeks
and I'll pull your plug - oh what's this we still have soap in
your hair ? We can't have that. You'll just have to hold it a
bit longer. Kneel down in front of the toilet. Now put your
head in the toilet. DO IT ! Face in the water, slave. OBEY!
What's your youngest's name again; Michael isn't it ?" Diane
submerged her head in the bowl, which was unusually wide and deep.
"That's better", the mistress said and flushed the toilet,
sending a flood of high pressure water swirling around Diane's
head which went on and on until Diane thought her lungs would
burst and involuntarily began to pull up only to have the
mistress' boot land on her neck and push her under. Soon Diane
panicked and lost control of her anal muscles and evacuated her
rectum before the world went to black.
Diane awoke and gagged from the foul taste and odor, but couldn't
do more than lift her head out the muck because she was hogtied.
Wide padded leather cuffs had been placed snugly on her wrists
and ankles and then the ropes tightly applied. She was laying in
her own waste, her face on a particularly large pile - Diane
hadn't emptied her bowels in a long time. If not for the soap
diluting the odor she'd have gagged, and she was having trouble
with the gag reflex as it was. "So you've returned to us. You
filthy, worthless, little cunt. Is that what you call discipline ?
You've failed to obey an order and gone and messed up our nice
clean lavatory that I was kind enough to let you use. I
emphasize OUR lavatory. This is for staff, slaves just shit in
their cages and clean it up whenever we get around to releasing
them - assuming we do before the maggots get in the waste and
work their way to the meat - but this place is for your betters
and now you've gone and made a mess of it. I should gut you like
the filthy pig you are right now, but since you're new and the
master sees some potential in you - I don't, but he's the master
- I'm going to permit you to continue to waste the air you breath
in to maintain your useless existence". At this the mistress
seized Diane's hair and forced her face into the shit, pulling it
from side to side and up and down, smearing both sides of her
face and getting crap in her mouth and nose. Now Diane was
gagging, and the mistress screamed "DON'T YOU THROW UP YOU WASTE
OF WOMANFLESH OR YOU'RE DEAD NOW AND I'LL GUT YOUR MOTHER TONIGHT
AND BUTCHER YOUR CHILDREN TOMORROW !". With considerable effort
Diane restrained the urge to vomit and spit out enough shit to
breath, but the waves of nausea were flowing over her and she
wasn't sure she could hold them at bay for very long. But she
had no choice, as the mistress was cleaning her leather again
and ignoring Diane. As sick as Diane felt, holding her head up
out of the shit was too great an effort to be maintained, so she
tried to move her shoulders and hips enough to advance her enough
that she could rest her head without laying it in the foul muck.
The effort barely had any effect on her position, but soon the
mistress was standing over Diane. "Slave," she asked quietly,
"did I order you to move ?". Diane apprehensively shook her head
for no. "Do you think I went to the trouble of hogtying you and
placing you there if I wanted you someplace other than where I
put you ?" The blonde head shook again. "So this was a
violation of your orders, wasn't it ?". Diane stared in wide
eyed terror. "Well it was. Willfully acting to thwart the plans
of your superiors - and everybody is superior to you - is an act
of resistance" - Diane violently shook her head - "oh, yes, it
most certainly is, and you have been told the penalty for
resistance". The tears were flowing from Diane's blue eyes now,
and as she looked up she repeated mouthed the word "please". The
mistress smiled slightly. "You don't deserve any leniency, but
since you've displayed your first sign of self-discipline by
remaining silent now, I'm going to show you mercy and not
sanction a child". Diane's head dropped to the floor and she
softly wept with relief. "This rarely happens, and you must
NEVER count on it happening. I've already been sickeningly
generous with you, so DON'T make this mistake again - or any
others. Of course you must be punished for your act of petty
treason. If you do not obey completely during your punishment
it will be a second act of treason against your master. Ummm,
you do have very pretty feet". She pulled from the belt of her
bodysuit a crop consisting of a dark wooden handle attache to a
thin 18 inch length of tempered steel sheathed in black leather,
knelt beside Diane and pulled Diane's head up by the hair and
held the crop in front of her face. "For the first dozen
strokes, I want no noise out of you". The mistress rose and
slowly stepped in front of Diane, then slowly stepped to Diane's
raised feet, her spiked heels ominously loud on the tile floor.
Diane turned her head to watch in apprehension. The mistress
checked Diane's ankle ropes and ran her fingers over the slave's
bare feet. "We're going to 'try a woman's soles now'. Face forward,
slave, and keep it there". She slowly ran the crop across the
bound feet a few times. "OK, slave, understand that you are now
at zero tolerance for error. This is a second chance, more
than we usually give and far more than you deserve. There will
be no more mercy, no more second chances. You do, or someone you
love dies. You are to keep face front and remain perfectly
still. You are to remain silent for the first dozen strokes. You
are at no time to say anything that can be interpreted as a
request for the mercy that you have no right to receive". For
several minutes the mistress neither moved nor spoke and an
oppressive silence was heavy in the room, crushing down on Diane,
as she fought to restrain the unrelenting impulses to look back,
to test her restraints, just to squirm a little and release some
of the terrible tension that was building inside her as she
waited for the punishment.
She heard the swish, and felt the burning pain in the soft arches
of her feet before she was able to interpret the sound. Despite
her determination to obey, the only reason she didn't move was
because the hogtie was so tight. She was somehow able to resist
the urge to scream. Seconds passed, running into minutes,
without another blow or any sound behind her. Now that she
know's what's coming, the Mistress thought, let her wait for it.
Sweat was dripping down Diane's forehead and stinging her eyes,
but she dare not move. She closed her eyes and tried not to cry,
fearful that she might make a sound if she did so. Her lips were
trembling and she was glad she was face front so the mistress
couldn't see that motion. The fear and tension and the dread
certainty that she couldn't possibly endure eleven more of those
strokes without screaming, the mounting urge to scream before
another blow was struck, were causing every muscle in Diane's
body to tense and making it hard to breath. She prayed that the
hammering of her heart which seemed so loud to her wouldn't be
counted as her making a sound. Every fiber of her being was
ready to snap.
Swish - OHH, I MUST BE STILL PLEASE GOD LET ME BE STILL
Swish - OHH IT HURTS
Swish - THE BURNING ! SHE MUST BE CUTTING MY FEET APART - MUST
BE QUIET
Swish - I CAN'T DO THIS, I CAN'T HOLD OUT IF SHE HITS ME AGAIN,
I'M GOING TO MOVE
In fact Diane was already moving, as the mistress knew she must,
but very little, much less than one usually would in response to
such pain, and less than the mistress had expected from a
trainee.
Swish - AHHHH - I'M GOING TO SCREAM, I MUST NOT SCREAM
Swish - JESUS HELP ME JESUS
Then nothing. The mistress viewed with satisfaction the ugly
welts across Diane's feet. She gently stroked one with a long
fingernail ( fake, of course; she broke a lot of nails breaking
the hearts and wills - and sometimes the minds - of the men and
women in bondage here ), making it twitch. This slave would have
to be trained not to react when the stimuli changed, but that
could wait. It remained to be seen if she could pass this test.
The mistress stepped to Diane's other side so the angle of attack
would vary, and waited.
IS IT OVER ? THAT CAN'T HAVE BEEN TWELVE. HOW MANY WAS THAT ?
DAMN I CAN'T REMEMBER HOW MANY THERE'VE BEEN. IT CAN'T BE OVER,
I MUST BE STILL. I MUST BE STILL. I MUST BE STILL.
Swish - OOH ! OH, IT HURTS SO BAD. MY BABIES, I MUST SAVE MY BABIES
Swish - THE PAIN! MAGGOTS, THEY SAID THEY'D FEED THEM TO MAGGOTS
Swish - PAIN! PAIN! I LOVE YOU MICHAEL OH, MY FEET !
Swish - I CAN'T TAKE IT - I CAN'T TAKE IT - I CAN'T TAKE IT
Swish - PAIN ! MICHAEL/ROSS/JOHN IT HURTS! MICHAEL/ROSS/JOHN
Swish - JESUS, MARY HELP ME BE STRONG, I MUST BE STRONG
Swish - GOD PLEASE LET ME PASS OUT - WILL SHE KNOW IF I PRETEND
TO PASS OUT - IS IT A VIOLATION TO PRETEND TO PASS OUT
I MUST NOT COMMIT A VIOLATION
Swish - AAAEEE ! IT HURTS SO BAD ! HOW CAN ANYTHING HURT SO BAD !
HAVE THERE BEEN TWELVE ? THERE MUST HAVE BEEN TWELVE
Swish - OH DAMN, IT HURTS SO MUCH WHEN CAN I SCREAM,
WILL SHE TELL ME WHEN I CAN SCREAM ?
Swish - FUCK! JESUS! GOD! CAN I SCREAM YET - I MUST SCREAM - I
CAN'T TAKE ANOTHER
Swish - I'M GOING TO SCREAM - I'M GOING TO SCREAM ! IT MUST HAVE
BEEN MORE THAN TWELVE ! PLEASE TELL ME I CAN SCREAM
Swish - PAIN PAIN PAIN IT BURNS THE PAIN I CAN'T BEAR ANOTHER I'M
GOING TO SCREAM WHAT IF IT HASN'T BEEN TWELVE IT MUST
HAVE BEEN TWELVE
Swish - BURNING PAIN PAIN TWELVE MAGGOTS MICHAEL PAIN
Swish - PAINPAINPAINITBURNSPAINBURNINGPAINMAGGOTSPAINMIKEROSSJOHNPAIN
Swish - "OWWWAAAGHHOHHH !" OH SWEET JESUS PLEASE LET THERE HAVE
BEEN TWELVE - I BEG YOU GOD LET THERE HAVE BEEN TWELVE
The mistress squatted before Diane, grabbed Diane under the chin
and lifted up her red, contorted face. She looked into Diane's
teary eyes, her own eyes diamond hard and laser bright, her face
rigid, and in a cold voice said, "I told you to take twelve in
silence. You knew what the penalty was. I warned you there would
be no tolerance for another mistake." The mistress smiled
slightly. "You got past twelve before you screamed. Not bad for
a novice." Tears of joy and relief now mingled with the tears of
pain. The mistress lowered Diane's face and watched her cry.
After a long moment she stroked Diane's hair a few times, and
left the room. On the way out she grasped Diane's legs and moved
her enough that her face lay on clean tile.
A few minutes later the mistress returned. She prodded Diane in
the ribs with the pointed toe of her boot. "Wake up, slave. You
must be the laziest slave in the world, you're always asleep.
C'mon, show me your face". Diane raised her face, and the
mistress stuck her toe under Diane's chin to raise it higher.
"Ahh, that's what I like to see, bright-eyed and scared shitless.
Though that's not quite true in your case, is it ? You weren't
too scared to shit all over my nice clean lavatory, were you ?
The punishment you got was for trying to move without orders, we
haven't addressed the issue of this mess yet. Well, a) you're
going to be punished for making the mess, and b) you're going
to clean it up. Punishment first". Diane's ankles were untied.
"What nice bruises on your soles. They must hurt terribly.
They'll hurt a lot more tomorrow. I think tomorrow we'll train
you to walk in high heels. Not those 3" inch fakes you strutted
around in when you were still a person, some REAL high heels".
The mistress spread Diane's legs, then took an adjustable
spreader bar and locked it about her ankles. "Stand up". Diane
tried to stand. She got to her knees easily enough, but the
rigid spreader and her battered feet made rising any further a
problem and Diane fell on her ass. The mistress stung the thong
of a riding crop against her thigh and said "UP !". Diane tried
again and failed again and this time the thong made a rapid
circuit between Diane's large sensitive nipples, stinging each
repeatedly. "ON YOUR FEET !". She managed, by rolling on her hip
then pushing hard with her bruised feet, to get some momentum and
staggered to her feet, grimacing from the pain. She swayed
unsteadily. "If you fall you won't fall alone". This remark
diminished her attention to the pain in her feet markedly and she
stabilized. "Now walk over to the bidet. We're going to clean
you up before we proceed". By raising one foot and throwing her
hip as far forward as possible, then repeating the action with
the other foot, Diane managed to walk, urged along by the
stinging of her back with the crop, each hard footfall sending
pain shooting through her legs. "Squat, and don't move until I
tell you to". Diane squatted over the bidet, and the mistress
adjusted several knobs, then stepped on the pedal and sent a
stream of water against Diane's buttocks, which the mistress
adjusted to hit her anus. The cleansing stream, though hard,
felt good initially, but soon the rising temperature was
apparent. "Keep your ass perfectly still and don't make any
noise. Just act like you always did when you fucked your
husband". The stream was now very hot and Diane's ass was
steaming. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth and endured
and hoped it would end soon. "That's right slave, just like you
fucked". After a few moments the stream was cut off. "Now turn
around. I DIDN'T SAY TO STAND UP !". Diane rotated herself with
a crablike motion. "Line up that filthy face with the nozzle".
The stream was restarted and Diane suppressed a cry as the nearly
scalding water struck her face. "Move your head so we can clean
all that crud off. In other words, now we DON'T want you to act
like you did with your husband". Diane quickly got her face and
hair clean and the stream was cut off before it became scalding.
"First, let's be sure you don't have another accident. This butt
plug should do the job. Lean forwards. Now guess what, slave ?
This is going to hurt" she said as she roughly forced the plug
into Diane's anus. It did. "Now that we've cleaned you up, you
can clean up your mess. Drop to you knees." When Diane fell
forward, landing on her knees on the hard floor, the mistress
removed the bar, then shoved her in the direction of her
accident, stinging her buttocks as she walked on her knees to the
pile. "Now clean up your mess". Diane looked up, confused.
"CLEAN IT UP ! WHICH OF THOSE WORDS CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND ?".
Diane raised her hands, still bound behind her, as far towards
the mistress as she could. "I'm not going to untie you; you don't
need your hands". Diane remained motionless, obviously confused.
The mistress grabbed Diane's hair and pulled her face near the
pile and shouted "EAT SHIT, YOU STUPID BITCH !". Diane stared at
her in horror. "It came out of you, so where else would we put it ?
NOW EAT SHIT OR SOMEONE DIES !". Diane lowered her trembling
lips to the pile, stopping just above it, and her whole body
began to shake. "ZERO TOLERANCE! REMEMBER SLAVE, ZERO TOLERANCE ".
Diane took a small bite and started to gag. "We don't have all
day, slave, speed it up". She forced herself to swallow, and
took another bite, and forced it down. She gagged again, and
convulsed, and her swallowed shit promptly came back up. "Keep
it in your mouth. Scurry over to the john - why'd you name a
child after a shithole, what kind of rotten mother were you anyway -
and spit it out". Diane cleaned up the rest of the mess in this
fashion, taking bites, later licks, of the mess until she was
sick, then rushing on her knees to the toilet to throw up. Finally
it was done. "You're going to have to develop more tolerance for
the taste of shit. Some of the quests will want you for a toilet
slave". Diane gave her a look of obvious incomprehension. "You
certainly did have a dull life, didn't you ? Maybe that's why the
master decided to take your freedom away, you weren't using it,
were you ? A toilet slave is someone who serves as their
master's toilet, eating his or her shit and drinking their piss.
If one of the guests has a nice long turd halfway in your mouth
and you run off for the porcelain toilet and make him or her drop
a load on the ground, they will be humiliated. That must not
happen. Being humiliated is your job. If you don't do it, you
know what will happen".
"Since you need training in this area, and it's been a long time
since my morning coffee, I'll let you serve me", the mistress
said as she removed her belt, then her boots, and her leather
pants. "You're already on your knees, so just lean back a little.
Be glad I'm tall, if you get some little Oriental woman with
constipation you'll think you're back is going to break from the
strain. Open you mouth - wider - WIDER - you don't dare let any
reach the floor. Now keep your mouth open as I piss". Soon a
stream of warm golden fluid was flowing into Diane's mouth. She
began shaking. "Hold your position, slave". When Diane's mouth
was full the mistress stopped pissing and ordered her to swallow,
which she did - then went scurrying for the toilet to throw up
again. " 'What we have here'", the mistress said, " 'is a
failure to communicate'. Didn't I just tell you that is NOT
acceptable behavior for a human toilet ? I hope none of the
master's friends who go for that sort of thing will be coming
soon, or there'll be hell to pay. Worse, there'll be the master
to pay. Well, since you obviously aren't up to this yet, let's
go by stages. Bend backwards over the toilet. That's good.
Now HOLD YOUR POSITION. This is called a golden shower". The
golden flow resumed over Diane's golden hair and face. "At least
you can do that".
Diane spent the rest of the day and all that night on her knees,
her hands and feet bound and her butt plugged, inside a sealed
box three feet high and two feet long and wide. Her face and hair
were not washed, and several men urinated and defecated on her so
the odors of human waste would suffuse the hot, still air in the
box and acclimate her to the smells. She became nauseous
repeatedly, but with her stomach long emptied could do nothing
but drive heave. By the time she came out her tolerance was
improved, and she managed to swallow several a few small feces
and several mouthfuls of urine before she threw up. Still, much
work remained to be done, so they put her back in the box and
dumped a few more buckets of human waste on her.
END Part 2 of 8 (as of 2/7/97)
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