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Subject: STORY (Repost) "Diane", 4/8 (NC, torture, extreme)
From: sd@magenta.com (Steven S. Davis)
Date: 1997/02/09
Message-Id: <5djo3e$bq$2@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 4
by SD
Slave Training - Day Five
Diane was on her knees, haunch down, naked but not bound. Her
behavior yesterday had inspired her trainer's trust. The facts
that Diane's feet still hurt so much that she found it very difficult
to stand, and that she was surrounded by eight strong men,
perhaps contributed to this trust. The trainer now addressed her:
"The Association will be meeting soon. This is an informal name
for the master's friends, associates, and "special employes". The
name is informal and there's no bylines or charter, but there's
nothing casual about the group. Ever member is selected
carefully, as we must rely upon each other for our survival. They
must be discrete, disciplined people who can maintain the secrecy
of the group, and who enjoy the exercise of absolute power over
you slaves. One thing they share with you - anyone brought into
this world who doesn't work out will never get a chance to tell
the outside world about us. Anybody who displays any weakness in
regard to you slaves becomes suspect, so don't expect anyone to
have any sympathy for your plight. You'll find there's quite a
variety of tastes among the members of the Association". She
smiled, pleased with herself. "You'll ALSO find that they like a
lot of different things. Some of them are wet and raunchy types
who would rather fuck you than whip you. No accounting for
taste. In any event, the styles of pleasure you may be
encountering will probably shock a prim little lady like you, who
probably thought making love with the lights on required
absolution. Some of the Association will enjoy shocking you, so
it's OK to LOOK appalled, like you couldn't possibly do such a
thing, when you get a bizarre order. But it's quite deadly to
not be able to obey any order, so you can't be squeamish about
cocks or cum. You're about to be exposed to both in abundance.
You are not to attempt to avoid or remove either. Gentlemen,
start your engines...
Actually, all the engines had been revving for some time. Diane
was holding up quite well to the training, aside from her feet.
She'd actually managed to hold down some food yesterday ( she'd
only lost six pounds in the six days of her captivity ) and had
only awakened screaming twice last night. The sight of the lovely
blonde on her knees, naked, had got them all hard as soon as they
saw her. Now their dicks were popping out and waving about Diane,
prodding, slapping, and rubbing against her pretty blonde head.
For someone who had only seen one adult's penis in her life it
was a surreal experience, more like a weird Freudian dream than
something that could possibly be happening, which helped her to
detach from it and not react. The reality of the scene became
undeniable when the cum started shooting. She was hit by a great
gob of cum in her left eye and reflexively reached up and brushed it
off. Almost as quickly the mistress pushed through the men
schooling about the kneeling slave and struck her across the
lower back with a length of rubber hose filled with sand and
sealed at both ends. The pain caused Diane to cry out and raise
up on her knees, hands grasping her kidneys, which exposed her ribs
and the mistress scored a clean hit in the ribs, knocking the
breath out of Diane as it doubled her over. Diane was bent over,
one hand on her ribs, another on the floor, gasping for air and
trying hard not to throw up. "You DO NOT try to evade or remove
any cum, no matter where it lands ! Now sit up and we'll try
this again". Diane pulled herself up with difficulty and the men
started again. She was still gasping for breath, which gave
several of the men a prime target, and gobs of cum began hitting
her mouth, much of it getting inside. Diane didn't dare spit it
out, and didn't know if it was permitted to swallow, so she let
it sit in her mouth and hoped it would drain out. The eruption
of semen being a somewhat difficult event to control, many of the
shots were missing her mouth and hitting her nose - some going
in - cheeks, eyes, and soon her face was covered with cum. The
men who couldn't get in front of her took what targets were
available and fired into her ears or stroked their cocks in her
hair, making sure that when they came they shot their load into
her hair. At last the guns were empty, and the mistress told
them to "go do some R&R - rest and reload - then hurry back".
Diane was trembling as shame and anger and fear and revulsion
competed for her attention. She wanted to cry or to throw up
or to hit someone. Most of all she wanted to find a sink or a
shower or even a toilet and get this scum off her, but she didn't
move. Her one action, once the barrage had stopped, was to open
her mouth wider to allow more of the jizz to drain out, but
plenty remained. "This is why we don't salt any of your food,
slave. We figure you'll get all you need this way. You can
swallow if you want. I recommended you do, it tastes like shit
- well really it doesn't, as you well know, but it tastes pretty
bad - but it's better than keeping it in your mouth, and you must
never, ever, spit it out. Unless you're told to carry the it in
your mouth to another slave - one game the Association plays is
filling a slave's mouth with cum and having a group of slaves
pass it from mouth to mouth until someone freaks and then
torturing to death whoever freaks - anyway, unless you're told
to hold it, go ahead and swallow. I said swallow, slave". Diane
swallowed. "Not so terrible, eh ? It won't hurt you, it's good
protein. Unless they have a disease, of course. That's the one
thing that might spare you this kind of treatment, the fact that
the membership has to be concerned about disease. Of course, it
might mean that they'd be more inclined to torture than sex. In
any event, you just sit there till it all dries. Don't try to
wipe it off or shake it off. After it dries we'll clean you up.
The smell can be removed pretty easily, or at least the smell
that anyone else can detect. However, you're going to smell cum
on your face and in your hair for a long time, no matter what you
do. Odds are, even if they decide to keep you as a slave, you'll
smell it for the rest of your life".
By the time the cum had dried thoroughly and Diane had been
cleaned up, the men where rested and eager for another session
with the pretty prisoner. Four of them were delighted when Diane
was ordered to hand job them to maximum erections, then dismayed
when the mistress instructed her in applying penis and testicle
restraints that would prevent them from either ejaculating or
going flaccid. "Sorry guys, we need some of you for the long
haul", the mistress said, laughing. "Now we're going to see to
it that you don't freak when you get used in nonstandard ways.
Since I know how you love come, we're going to start with
technique that one I for one have never been able to figure out,
but that some people like. Lay on your back on this mattress.
You, you ready to come ? Well, feel her up a little. You ready ?
Now straddle her just below her chest and lay your cock in her
cleavage. Slave, grab your tits and squeeze them, get the cock
in between them. Now roll them around so the cock is getting
rubbed between them. Faster - Harder - More movement - c'mon
bitch no one cares if it hurts you, you've got a guest to serve
and that cock'd better blow or you'll be in a world of shit -
and that's not a figurative expression here, girl - roll those
tits, I think we're getting somewhere, raise your head slave,
and open your mouth - point it at the cock - open wide and keep
it open -oh, we have a gusher. Damn, it got her on the chin !
Oh, well, push it in her mouth, stud. Keep your mouth open,
slave. Swallow. Now lick off his fingers. Now sit up and lick
his cock clean".
As the day went on, Diane fucked on her back and on her belly,
laying on the man, sitting on the man, squatting on the man,
sitting facing the man, standing up with him, him standing and
her with legs wrapped around him, with her legs on his shoulders,
with her shoulders on the floor and him standing over her, on all
fours face down and on all fours face up ( a position she had
trouble maintaining until the trainer put hot pokers on the floor
under her ). The kama sutra was exceeded while the day was still
young. She took it in each of her holes, in all of her holes,
and in each combination of any two holes. She took multiple
dicks in the same hole. She alternately licked the dick and
pussy of a copulating couple ( the mistress found it too hard to
remain a spectator ) while taking it in the ass and cunt. She
took dicks while licking pussy, while getting her pussy licked,
while jerking off a dick with each hand. As the purpose was to
instruct her in the seemingly infinite variety of positions, the
men not clamped off had to withdraw before coming, and had to
wait to get back in, so as to prevent their release, and the
other guys were unable to obtain release, so the fucking went on
interminably and quite brutally for all involved. At last the
men could go on no longer. All eight men lay sweaty and
exhausted about the floor of the dungeon. Diane was allowed to
slump against the wall. She was bathed in sweat, her whole body
was sore, she was exhausted to her depths. Her ass and groin
were terribly sore and swollen, her breasts, which every tiring
man seemed to regard as rejuvenating charms, had been rubbed and
squeezed and twisted and slapped and bitten and were bruised and
sore and swollen. The mistress knelt in front of Diane, bound her
wrists in front of her, tied her ankles together, pulled her
knees up, tied her wrists and ankles together, then slid a rod
below her knees and above her elbows and hung the rod between two
poles. "I'm going to go get these poor guys some gatorade, and I
can't take a chance that you might take advantage of my absence
and their exhaustion to attack them. You just hang loose till I
get back". Before leaving she grabbed Diane's ankles and gave
them a hard push, causing Diane to spin twice around the rod,
showering her perspiration all around her, before she came
dangling to rest.
When she got back Diane was asleep. Diane was revived to make
certain she saw her partners holding wet rags to their heads and
swallowing cold drinks. They had kept her on a very strict
fluids regimen the whole time of her captivity, and she had
perspired terribly today. She watched her trainer and the others
swallowing beaded glasses of cold juice and soda and beer. No
one paid her any attention. The group began to wander about the
dungeon, discussing the instruments and how they'd used them in
the past. One of the men passed close by her with a large glass
nearly full of icewater. Her thirst was maddening; she could bear
it no longer. "Please, sir" she whispered, "may I please have
just a little drink ?" He looked at her with delight. "Oh,
madam, little miss roll-me-over-and-do-it-again is asking for a
little water". Diane was already sick, but know she felt much
sicker. "I suppose we should give her some then", came the
answer.
Which was done. First, though, a thick rag was shoved in Diane's
mouth and tied in place to assure that none of the water went
there. "You do need some water, slave, you're a mess. First,
let's pour some liquid soap on you. Would some of you guys mind
rubbing that all over her ?" A number of volunteers were found.
"That's good. Now get a hose. A hose was hooked up and a
powerful stream of water was directed all over her, knocking her
about on the rod. "Want to see something fun, guys ?" "Of
course". "Good. Turn the nozzle on the hose to stop the flow. Now
a few of you hold the hose and aim it at her backs of her legs.
I'll turn the pressure up. Now, open it up". The stream of
water struck Diane's legs and drove her around the rod one way,
then hit her in the back and sent her the other. She swung back
and forth for a few moments. " Ain't this fun, fellows ? Now,
when you hit her legs, move the stream off her till her shoulders
come up, then hit her shoulders and you can keep her spinning.
Isn't that a sight. Oops, missed the shoulders, she stopped, got
to get her going again. One, two, three, four, five, six - ah,
missed again. Six rotations is pretty good; it's hard to control
the hose well enough. You want to see her keep spinning ?" A
unanimous "YES !" "Great. Everyone grab a cane. Form two lines
in front of her, The guy on the left will hit her feet -" "You
sure that's a good idea ?" "SHUT UP, WIMP - hits her feet then
goes to the end of the line. The guy on the right hits her
shoulders when they come up, then when her feet reappear the next
one up on the left hits them, and we just keep going and she
keeps spinning". "WE ? What are your doing while we do all the
work ? "If one of you misses I shove your cane up your ass and
out your throat, that's what I do !"
Whether because they were all practiced with canes or because
none of them were certain she was joking, the plan worked very
well, and Diane spun over and over, her world a complete dizzy
blur with regular stabs of pain in her shoulders, terrible
bolts of agony in her feet and steady, growing burning pain on
her arms and legs. She was unconscious for the last ten or
twelve rotations, a fact difficult to recognize and very
disappointing when it was finally noticed. The assemblage was
still sore, but they were horny again. They took the slave off
the rod and slapped her awake. The rod was elevated a bit, then
Diane was laid across it face down and her wrists tied to her
ankles. Her feet were too badly hurt for her to stand even if
she had possessed the strength to stand, so she hung over the
rod. The gag was removed. "Slave, slave, wake up slave. You
were bold enough to make a request of one of these men. We all
know what you really want, so just go ahead and ask for it. You
have permission to speak. We all know what you want, ask for it.
ASK FOR IT BITCH ! I'LL BET YOUR MOTHER KNOWS WHAT YOU WANT,
SHOULD I GET HER HERE SO SHE CAN TELL US ?" "No...." "So what
do you want ?" "I want... them to... make love...." "MAKE
LOVE ! NOBODY LOVES YOU, YOU SILLY WHORE ! NOBODY WILL EVER
LOVE YOU ! YOU KNOW WHAT THEY WANT, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GOOD
FOR ! ASK FOR IT !" "I want them to fuck me", Diane said in a
near whisper. "ASK FOR IT NICELY, AND SPEAK UP SO THEY CAN HEAR
YOU !" "I want them to fuck me, please". "OK, guys, form a
line, the one she asked for water first. Ask him, slave".
"Please fuck me". The trainer struck her hard across the
buttocks with a cane. "Ask again, slave. Show some respect to
someone who's worth more than you". "Please fuck me, sir". The
mistress nodded, and the first man seized Diane's breasts and
thrust into her vagina, which in the period since the last
penetration had gotten much more swollen and stiff and sore.
Diane had no strength left to scream, but moaned throughout the
difficult penetration, not a moan of passion but an incoherent
droning sound that one might have heard in an asylum. "Who wants
to hear that shit ? Gag the bitch", one of the men said. "NO !"
the trainer said. "She has to ask you to fuck her. You wouldn't
want anyone to say you raped her, would you ?"
When the first was done, the trainer prodded Diane hard in the
ribs with the cane. "What do you have to say, slave ?" In a
weak, ragged voice, Diane said "Fuck me please, sir". "Go to it,
lover. Remember, guys, if you use both holes use the pussy
first, we don't want our little toy to get sick and break down".
There wasn't much need for the direction. Diane wasn't moving
much and her vocals, the continual moan only interrupted when the
mistress prodded her into saying again, "Fuck me please, sir" in
a steadily weakening voice, were unresponsive and anything but
sexy. To make it somewhat interesting a few of the guys held her
by her slender thighs and moved her around on their cocks, but
she was too far gone to be much fun, and they were all still
sore. After the eighth man had taken her, no one lined up again.
"No one wants seconds ? You guys are wimps, get out of here".
Which they did with alacrity.
"Well, slave, just us girls again. Here's something else you
need to be ready for". The mistress shoved two fingers into
Diane's raw pussy, then her hand to the knuckles. Diane was too
tired and too hurt to be very responsive, so the mistress had to
twist her fist a few times to make new pain register on Diane's
face. "You felt that, eh ? How about THIS", she said as she
pushed her arm deep inside Diane and grabbed and twisted her
vaginal wall. "AAAEEEEUUGHH - " "Oh, shit, slave, you can't
pass out know, I've gotta fist your rectum". Mistress got a
bucket of cold water and raising it up below Diane's hanging head
immersed her head, Diane awoke gagging as the water rushed into
her nose and her open mouth. As she was shaking her head from
side to side and trying to spit the water out, the mistress said,
"You're so exasperating, slave, first you ask for water, then when
someone brings it, you don't want it any more. It's like dealing
with a little baby. Though most parents don't do this to a
willful child", she said as she shoved her fist up Diane's ass.
"Yuck", she said, studying her hand, "You're such a messy slave".
After cleaning herself up, the mistress came back to where Diane
was still hanging over the rod. "Now, before you go to bed, you
contrary cunt, let's clear something up. Are you still thirsty ?
Slave, wake up slave, are you still thirsty, would you like a
drink ?" "Y.. Yes...please...drink" "OK". She untied Diane and
tossed her over her shoulder, then carried her to the lavatory.
"You made such a nice dog. I think that's your vocation, slave.
One thing dogs do, especially dumb ones, is drink from the
toilet. So you want a drink, then drink". She laid Diane's head
and arms across the toilet bowl and left her legs on the floor.
Diane didn't move. "One minute, slave, then I lock you in your
cage until tomorrow. If you want to drink, this is your last
chance".
Diane slowly, painfully lowered a hand to the water and brought
it to her mouth. Before it arrived her trainer kicked her hand
away from her mouth. "Doggie style. Lap it up". She lowered
her head into the bowl, put her lips to the water, and started
weakly sucking on the water. She scarcely had any in her mouth
when the mistress dragged her away from the bowl, quickly
squeezing her cheeks and shaking her head to shake free what
little water was in her mouth, then carrying Diane to her cage.
"P..Pl.lease...." she whispered as she was locked in. "Please ?
Please ? You want me to please you ? Slave, you exist to
please, not to be pleased. You please ME, I don't please you.
And what would please me now is to piss on your face". Which
she did before leaving Diane caged for the night.
END, Part 4
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