Diane Blackmailed

... from Chapter 08 ...

She didn't sleep at all that second weekend. She was surviving on caffeine and pills. She'd lost twenty pounds and was constantly aroused now. At work, Rodrigo had started avoiding her and Vader had given her a verbal reprimand about her performance. Her two biggest accounts had been turned over to Bailey, who enjoyed bragging about it while he was using her in a closet or on the loading dock or at his apartment. Even Bailey had started pimping her now. To the same man twice, but he was clearly looking for ways to improve his cash flow.

CHAPTER 9 [tuesday, week 4 of the timeline]

One Tuesday evening, things took an unexpected turn.

Diane had dinner with three women who had leased her from Monish. That was the way he liked to talk about their "arrangement". He was 'leasing her out'. It sounded so much better than 'pimping her out'. They'd taken her back to a house in the suburbs with a converted basement. There were several restraint systems, from simple stocks and a pillar to ingenious devices attached to the ceiling and walls that could be adjusted to restrain her in nearly any position. The basement was soundproofed and the windows covered. Diane wasn't gagged during their four hour session, but one of the women - Katie - did have to stick cotton in her ears because Diane's screams were annoying her.

The woman who was running the session - Saabira - was methodical and thorough. She began simply, with Diane naked in the center of the room, wrists tied with leather thongs and secured to a large iron ring in the rafters above her head.

She stepped to the wall and removed a paddle. It was a dark brown color, 24 inches long, four inches across and less than half an inch thick. There were half-inch holes drilled in rows down the center and along the sides. She held it up to Diane's face.

"This is a paddle I had made specially. Years of research and trial and error have perfected it." She stood behind Diane, tilted her head and identified her target - the outside of Diane's left hip. Whack! Diane's body jerked but she bit her lip and was silent. "Over the years, I have used thick and thin cuts of wood..." She stepped slightly to the side and brought it down on her left ass cheek. Whack! Diane squeezed her eyes tight. "...fiberglass and a variety of plastics. Each has its strengths and weaknesses." She walked around and stood directly in front of Diane, looking her in the eye. "This one has been with me for more than three years now." Her voice was completely calm, but compelled absolute attention, exuded command and control. Diane imagined that even a whisper could sound threatening.

She stepped back without breaking eye contact and in a single motion swung her arm wide and brought it down across the outside of Diane's left breast. She screamed. The pain was incredible, she was on fire.

As Diane hung limp, trembling and trying to catch her breath, the woman motioned to Katie to blindfold Diane. Diane hated that, hated not knowing when the next blow was coming from or where. No doubt Saabira had sensed that. She planted her feet on the ground, slightly apart, and regained her balance and composure.

Saabira started talking again. Her voice was soothing and terrifying. She spoke in nearly a monotone, which Diane found more frightening than if she had been ranting. It indicated a sense of absolute control, of an unyielding nature, of a woman who might do anything to her and never think twice about it.

"Aaaaaaargggggggg!!!!!!" Diane screamed as she felt the paddle across the fronts of her thighs. She bent her knees, raising both feet off of the ground, stayed that way for several seconds.

"The alloy is a carbon fibre with a core of cork. The holes..." Whack! This time, the pain ran up the outside of her right thigh. "...allow the air to flow through, increasing the sting." Whack! across her belly, just below her breasts. Diane twisted, raising one leg then the other, an obscene pain dance that made Katie and the third woman lean closer.

Saabira stopped talking now and worked her way around Diane, shifting her blows from top to bottom, side to side, never giving her a chance to even guess where the next one might land. Diane struggled blow after blow, pulling hard on the straps and lifting herself off the ground, twisting and turning, begging.

After ten minutes, she stopped squirming, stopped jerking her knees up after each blow, stopped twisting to avoid the next one. She was broken. She surrendered and let herself drift out into an ocean of pain, muttering, screaming, moaning, all at random because none of it mattered. The pain would come no matter what sounds she made and none would make it any less intense.

When Saabira saw her go limp, she stopped. Saabira was a master. Diane knew it immediately.  There was no point going on now. Not until Diane had recovered. They both knew that was when she would start again.

She worked in ten to twelve minute sessions, that seemed to be Diane's limit. Saabira changed tools as she went, another way to keep Diane from anticipating and dealing with the pain. Between the third and fourth session, Katie explained to Diane that Saabira's name meant "patience". They had given her that name years ago, when they'd seen how she took her time, never lost her temper, was always looking for new and better methods.

Diane took it all in through her exhaustion. She learned that the third woman was named Masozi. Diane would be given to her last. She felt herself completely hopeless now. If Saabira was the warm-up act, what could she expect from a woman whose name meant "tears"?

When Saabira's hour was up, Diane was untied and carried to the bed. She was murmuring and barely conscious, afraid what they might do next. She felt Katie kissing her forehead and closed her eyes. Whatever they were preparing her for, she could at least enjoy this.

Katie slowly ran her tongue across Diane's hairline, then down the side of her face. Diane's body - exhausted and sticky with sweat - responded. Her knees fell open and her nipples stiffened. Katie climbed onto the bed and put her mouth on Diane's. They kissed gently for a long time. Diane felt Katie's fingers lightly travelling over her belly, then sliding through her pussy hair. She tried to raise her arms to stroke Katie but Katie gently pushed them back. "Receive," Katie whispered, then slowly licked her way to Diane's nipple. Diane came, then came again as Katie slid a finger up inside her. Katie kissed her way down Diane's body, finally settling her tongue between Diane's soaking wet cunt lips. She licked and sucked, up and down, around, until Diane was flailing on the bed, screaming her orgasms, hands clenching the bedsheets, hips bucking up and down against Katie's face.

"No, no, stop, too sensitive...no, no..." Diane moaned but Katie kept licking and she kept cumming. She lost track of where she was, who she was, what was happening. Diane passed out  and Saabira leaned over her, lightly slapping her cheek until she came to. When she opened her eyes, Katie was still licking her and she came again. They kept at it for an entire hour, Katie relentlessly licking, fingers plunging inside Diane's soaking wet, wildly clenching cunt, Diane twisting and turning, screaming orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. H er body tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed until her muscles couldn't do it again. Then, they did it again. Diane tensed every muscle and came shrieking, then passed out again.

When she came to this time, she saw a black woman's face hovering in front of hers. The woman was beautiful. Rich, flawless, dark-chocolate skin, bright black eyes, a wide flat nose, and thick, sensuous lips. Diane felt her entire body on fire, this was the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen. She radiated confidence and power, dripped sensuality and the promise of never-ending pleasure.

"Ah, you are back with us," she said in a formal and slightly accented voice. She stepped back and Diane saw her body. She was naked, her flesh the beautiful kind of black that almost shone blue. She was muscular, every inch of her firm and bespeaking hours in the gym. Or on the hunt. Diane blushed, that was a racist thought, wasn't it? But she imagined this woman standing naked and proud on a plain somewhere, blood spattered, holding a sword and a shield, standing over the slaughtered bodies of a dozen men who had tried to have their way with her.

Her breasts were huge and firm, the nipples black and stiff. Her skin shone, had she oiled herself for effect? Or was she sweaty from anticipation? Or did her skin just shine like that? Diane's eyes drank in her body and she felt her cunt lips swelling between her legs, she wanted to touch this woman, to lick her, to be her slave, for pain or pleasure. Anything to be in this woman's presence and in this woman's power.

"Are you ready?" Masozi asked.

Diane tried to speak but her throat was dry and choked. She was so aroused by this woman's body that she couldn't even form words. Her eyes moved up and down from Masozi's dark eyes to her full mouth to her clean-trimmed cunt and back.

Masozi watched her and Diane turned red with humiliation. Masozi stepped close to her, reached and took her chin in her hand. "You see me, don't you?" Pause. "You want me, don't you? You want me to own you. You want to be on your knees before me?" Diane shuddered with lust and shame. How did she know? How did she know? Diane felt a hand between her legs, two fingers opening her slick lips and she shook, her entire body shaking now. When Masozi's finger grazed her clitoris, she came, moaning loudly and leaning forward hard.

The black woman stared at her and smiled, then stepped back slowly, their eyes locked. Diane was completely broken and Masozi had not even begun to abuse her. Masozi walked out of the room and the other two women followed. The lights went out and Diane stood naked and trembling in the darkness.

Diane blinked herself awake when the lights came on. She watched silently as the three women filed back into the room. Masozi was still naked except for several leather bands. She wore one on each ankle and one on each wrist. These were a dark tanned leather and each had a large brass buckle and brass O rings.

There were similar thick leather bands around both of her upper arms and near the top of both thighs. Each of those had a small silver medallion and thin leather strings hanging from them. A combination of slave and warrior costuming? Diane wondered what it meant to Masozi. She would leave still wondering.

Masozi closed the door behind her and walked directly to Diane. She stood in front of her and stared into her eyes. Without a word, she slapped her across the face several times, then spit at her. Diane felt the warm saliva dripping down her left cheek and onto her lips.

"Lick it," Masozi said, still not breaking eye contact. Diane opened her trembling lips and licked the spittle. Masozi turned and walked away, toward a cabinet recessed into the wall. "Untie her."

Katie and Saabira untied Diane from the overhead ring and removed the straps from her wrists. They pushed her to her knees, Katie's foot opening her legs wide, Saabira taking hold of her arms and pulling them behind her, crossing them at the elbows.

Masozi returned with a small box, opened it up and handed Diane a metal clamp. Obediently, Diane took it and attached it to her right nipple. The second went to the left, then two more on each of her cunt lips.

"Stand."

Diane stood, feeling the bit of the clamps between her legs but afraid to say anything. Masozi slapped her hard across the breasts, the clamps biting hard, Diane's eyes welling with tears. She kept slapping. The clamps slowly slid, with each slap they held less and less nipple. The pain was excruciating and Diane began to sob. Masozi stopped and ran a finger up Diane's cheek. "Tears."

Diane squirmed. With the clamp barely holding in, the pain was intense. She was desperate to reattach it, further up, give it less bite but she couldn't. Her body shook from the intense pain but she knew not to touch the clamp. She began to whimper, softly at first, but then louder and louder. Masozi reached her finger out slowly, then ran it through the loop attached to the left nipple clamp. She tugged and Diane stiffened and screamed. The clamp didn't come off, it just slid a horrible millimeter forward. She was dripping sweat now, her body awash in pain. Masozi yanked the clamp forward and Diane gasped, barely stopped herself from falling over. The tears were streaming freely down her face now, soaking her neck and titties.

Masozi adjusted both nipple clamps and Diane was able to settle down just a bit.

"Walk."

Diane followed Masozi a few steps toward the wall until she was standing above a single iron ring cemented into the floor. Masozi handed her two thin cables and pointed to the ring, then to the clamps that hung from Diane's cunt lips. Diane wasn't certain what to do, but she reached down and threaded the thin cables through the ring on the floor, then through the rings between her legs. Masozi nodded. Then, she motioned for Katie and Saabira to stand behind Diane. They did. Once they were in place, Masozi said,

"Squat."

Diane was puzzled but afraid. She bent her knees and squatted, her thighs parallel to the floor. She didn't understand what Masozi was doing until she felt the tug between her legs. Katie and Saabira were tightening the cables between her cunt and the floor. When she realized what they were doing, she started sobbing, begging Masozi. "Oh, please! I know what you're doing, Please, please, I'll do anything, I'll give you anything, Oh, great Goddess, oh please, Please!" Masozi stepped forward and pushed Diane's face into her crotch. Diane smelled the warmth of her cunt and immediately began lapping at her pussy lips and clit, eager to please her Mistress, desperate for this to be over. She felt Masozi's hand behind her head, pulling her close. She couldn't breath through her nose, had to gasp for air between the slurping noises coming from her mouth. Diane felt a tongue pushing at her ass and jerked, screamed as the cables tightened and ripped at her cunt lips. Masozi slapped her face and pushed her mouth back against her cunt. Diane felt a finger slide into her pussy and another rubbing her clit. Her legs were trembling already, she knew that if she came, she'd jerk upward or forward and was terrified of the pain. She focused on the cunt she was licking, slurping and listening to the sounds of her own degradation. Masozi showed no signs of interest in cumming, just in humiliating the bitch between her legs. Diane felt something tugging at her nipples now, caught motion out of the corner of her eye and relaized that Katie was attaching weights to the rings of the nipple clamps.

"Focus!" Masozi yelled and slapped her again. Diane worked her tongue in hard circles around Masozi's clit - a big thick thumb of flesh now - and savored the taste of her pussy juices. Her legs were on fire, she was terrified they would cramp, the pain was shooting down her calves and into her ankles and heels now. The finger on her clit was unyielding and she knew she couldn't stop from cumming. She tensed her belly and ass hoping she could stay in position when she came, wondering if she could drop to her knees or if she could...Slap! "Focus, bitch!" Masozi yelled and Diane stared licking up and down now, pushing hard then soft, waiting for Masozi to show some signs of arousal but she was calm as could be, she was patient too, in no rush for Diane to finish with her but Diane was desparate to cum and focused again on the feeling between her legs. A finger was up inside her ass now, when did it go in? and the finges inside her cunt were spreading wide, now closing together, now spreading, now..."Aaaaaarrrrrrhrhhhhhh........." she yelled as she came, then her ass jerked and she screamed louder as the clamps were torn off of her cunt flesh, her legs not in her control anymore and she lurched forward, arms around Masozi's hips now, face buried between her cunt lips. She felt a flood of warm, clear liquid shooting into her mouth, overflowing and running down her chin, splashing loudly onto the floor and finally, finally Masozi made a low grunting noise deep in her throat as she came.

... to be continued ...