Diane Blackmailed

... from chapter 09 ...

"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 desperate 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 fingers 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.

CHAPTER 10 [Week 4 Weds thru Week 5 Tuesday]

Diane was distracted all day Wednesday. The women had sent her home at three in the morning, mentally exhausted and physically drained. She tried to sleep but it was impossible. Her body was alive with pain and desire. She remembered every gentle stroke of Katie's tongue between her legs and every swat from Saabira's evil synthetic paddle. But most of all, she remembered her first look at Masozi, dark chocolate colored skin naked and glistening, proud in her leather straps. Even now, just before lunchtime a day later, it sent a shudder through her and she felt her pussy get wet.

She'd pushed paper all morning, finished a few reports, and sat through a boring fiscal review with Vader, Rodrigo, Bailey and the others. A typical boring day. She caught Bailey looking at her and tried to avoid his eyes. Vader caught it too, smiled. Was something going on between Vader and Bailey? Diane still wondered how he had conveniently shown up here just a few short weeks ago. Did Vader know more than he was letting on?

Calm yourself, girl, she thought. That way lies paranoia.

The meeting ended and they all filed back to their cubicles. Rodrigo asked her if she wanted to walk downstairs and get a coffee, maybe relax a bit, but she said no. He shrugged and went back to his desk.

Diane felt bad, Rodrigo had always been there for her and she wasn't giving him the time of day. Maybe she should just walk around the corner, give him a big smile, then get on her knees between his legs and...she shook her head. What the hell was she thinking? Diane felt a cold chill run through her. Were the lines between her worlds breaking down? Work, Lars, and Monish. The three universes in which she moved had to be kept separate and distinct, it was the only way to stay sane. Lars and the casual SM games they played were the only area of control she had left. Work was going to be what it was - a convenient career choice without much to look forward to - and Monish was just evil. He'd put her in a vicious circle. Blackmailing her to service his sick and twisted clients, all the time taking more pictures and making more movies of her, giving him more and more material to blackmail her with. That would eventually be her life, she knew it. Everything else would crumble - the job could lay her off, Lars and his friends might lose interest - but Monish would keep her around until he could no longer make any money selling her to pervert after pervert after pervert. No, she had to do whatever she could to keep those works apart.

She popped two more of her diet pills (for energy), then went downstairs and bought two cafe lattes, brought them back up and offered one to Rodrigo.

"Sorry I was a little stand-offish earlier," Diane apologized, handing him the cup. "I woke up with a bad headache," she lied.

They sipped coffee for several minutes without talking. The silence was uncomfortable, he had always been so easy to talk to before. "So, how are you doing, Diane? Really," he asked. She felt an unexplainable anger rising up inside her. How the fuck am I doing?! My life is falling apart! I am being blackmailed by a psychopath who seems to know every bottom-dweller in the city and has no qualms about letting them take me apart piece by piece, tying me up, whipping me, flogging me, fucking me...

"Diane?"

She snapped back and noticed that her entire body was clenched tight like a fist. Her eyes were watering, the coffee cup in her hand shaking.

"Rodrigo, I'm sorry..." she sobbed and walked down the hall toward the bathroom. On the way, she saw Bailey walking toward her. She tried to stand straighter, blink the water from her eyes but it was too late. He'd seen her. As he walked past, he whispered, "that's more like it."

She pushed the back-room door open and ran into one of the stalls, hung her head over the edge of the bowl and threw up. She watched the brown liquid dissipate in a small spiral into the cool water and thought about the pool of liquid she'd found herself kneeling in when Masozi came. She smiled and wiped the tears from her eyes. Tears for 'tears'.

Thursday was uneventful as well. Bailey saw her at the elevator but didn't say anything. Monish didn't call. She considered phoning Lars to see if they could get a scene together but decided instead that she could use a good night's sleep. She was still popping the energy pills but had felt so good after a full night's sleep last night that she wanted to try it again.

At just before four o'clock, her friend Carol called and asked if she wanted to have dinner and catch a movie. Diane thought about it and decided 'why not?'.

They took a taxi to their favorite Italian restaurant and gorged on antipasto, gnocchi and red wine. After that, they walked the two blocks to the movie theater and sat through a romantic comedy. Diane found herself turning to stare at her friend's profile, looking at the turn of her chin, her neck, the bit of exposed chest between the buttons of her bright red dress. She closed her eyes and thought about pressing her lips to Carol's, parting them slightly, waiting to see how she would react. She felt her nipples stiffen and uncrossed her legs, letting her knees open slightly. Suddenly, the audience laughed at someone on the screen and Diane's eyes sprung open. She looked over and saw that her fingers were interlaced with Carol's. She had reached over and taken her hand without even realizing it. Carol turned and looked at her and smiled. A naive and innocent smile. Diane felt crushed, felt like a pervert, the worst kind of predatory lesbian sniffing around for pussy. Carol was her best friend, they'd know each other since grade school, and she was thinking of her as a sex partner.

"What?" Carol giggled. Diane felt herself welling up with tears and started to sob. She leaped to her feet and ran out of the theater.

Carol called several times that night and again the next morning but Diane couldn't bring herself to talk to her. She phoned Carol's office just before noon and asked the receptionist to take a message but not put her through. She just said "very stressed at work, sorry. Let's have lunch next week." She prayed it would calm her friend.

Vader brought her in for a pep talk, told her how much better she was looking this week than last week, hoped it was a good sign and that whatever she was going through - and you know you can always come talk to me - was over. She smiled and nodded, told him 'thanks for hanging in there with me.' Her gut was tight as a knot for lying to him, getting his hopes up that his employee was getting back to normal when she knew she was nowhere near that.

"Bailey asked if he could have you help him with a client on Monday. You ready for it?" Diane knew she had to say yes, though spending time with Bailey was the last thing she wanted to do. Vader slid a thick manila envelope across the desk. "Read this over the weekend. He'll do most of the talking but he wants you briefed." She nodded.

Vader gave her a big fatherly smile and shook her hand. "I know you won't let me down."

Diane felt a sense of relief as she walked back to her desk. Maybe life was getting back to normal - at least for a little. She opened the envelope and started reading the twenty page report. Her focus was back, the numbers made sense, she even jotted some notes in the columns about way they might make the proposal better. Bailey was good, but she had more experience.

At three o'clock, she took a break and had a candy bar and a cup of coffee, said "hi" to Rodgiro as she walked back from the vending machines. She picked the report back up and made a second pass at the numbers, noting another assumption Bailey had made she would need to ask him about.

At four, Monish phoned her and told her he would send a car for her at five. She was going back to see Curtis. She pushed the report aside and dropped her head on the desk and cried. He was never going to go away, was he?

Diane sat in the back of the BMW between two huge men in black slacks, black shirts, and black sunglasses. She felt herself growing more and more anxious as they drove further from town. Curtis and another man - Curtis called him Joe - sat in the front seat, Joe driving. They were talking business, international IP laws and investments, football scores, and tax shelters. High rollers.

The car left the city and drove through a run down neighborhood, littered with abandoned cars and burned out buildings. They drove nearly an hour before they pulled into a parking lot. It was in a remote industrial park and the rusty building they parked in front of was surrounded by dozens of others - mostly vacant or abandoned.

Joe walked around and opened Curtis' door, then opened the back door and motioned to the men. They got out and escorted Diane between them into one of the buildings. Curtis explained that it was a small warehouse he'd used when he was starting in his computer business. He'd used it regularly back then. He'd been building and selling his own machines, but now he worked mainly in software so the space was largely unused. Except for sex games.

She listened to their footsteps echo off of the metal walls as they walked across the concrete then up the steps to the second floor. The floor was not at all what she expected. Rather than computer gear - long tables of monitors, boxes, and wires - there were several pieces of heavy machinery. She recognized a metal lathe and drill press from a class she'd taken in college. There were several other big machines she didn't recognize - massive hunks of green metal with shiny brass and silver bits gleaming.

"You know that tonight is all about your titties, right?" Curtis asked. Diane trembled, remembering Julie and the rubber bands. She looked at the machines again, this time seeing them in a completely different light. They now looked like Medieval torture devices - ancestors of the Rack, the Wheel, the Iron Maiden. What did he have in mind? She turned and looked at him, realized that her entire body was shivering. From the pills? The cold? Or from fear? She tried to slow her breathing, but panic was setting in. They could do anything to her out here. She was in the middle of nowhere, more than an hour from the city, completely at the mercy of Curtis - who she knew was a master at summoning pain - and three other men who might be worse. She felt her knees go limp and collapsed on the floor, sobbing.

The two monsters who had been in the back seat with her picked her up and carried her across the floor. She was completely limp, had no resistance left in her. Until they laid her on a metal table and started strapping her down. She bolted upright, arms and legs flailing, kicking and hammering at them. They barely noticed. They just smiled and went about their business, pushing her back on the table and strapping her wrists and ankles, then across the belly and legs.

Curtis and the two men stepped into the background and Joe rolled a metal table up beside Diane. "Curtis promised me you would be a good girl." He stroked her hair and looked into her eyes. "Will you be a good girl?" She stared at him. He radiated pure evil and she quivered. She felt his hand between her legs, pushing her skirt up, sliding her panties down, fingering her. Even with the fear that was swallowing her alive, she couldn't resist his touch. He worked her slowly toward orgasm, his other hand stroking her forehead gently the whole time. She turned and looked at Curtis and the two goons. Their eyes burned into her, each of them devouring her in their own way. She came quickly, thrashing against the table for an eternity before he stopped touching her.

Joe leaned over and unbuttoned the front of her blouse, unsnapped the front of her brassiere and pulled the material back, exposing her large and soft breasts to the chilly air. He rubbed them, shook them, cupped them. "Yes, these will do," he judged.

Diane watched with growing horror as he turned and picked up a large bottle labeled "saline". Then, he picked up a metal syringe. He held it in front of his face, looking at the six inch needle and nodding. He pushed the needle through the neck of the bottle and she watched as he drew back the plunger and filled the syringe with liquid. Then, he sat the bottle down on the table and cupped her left breast again. "Yes, these will do nicely." He leaned over her and pressed the tip of the needle against the base of her nipple.

Monish pressed the pause button and leaned forward. Diane pulled her head back, careful to keep his cock in her mouth. "Keep suckin', bitch," he growled. She plunged his cock deep into her throat again and he smiled. "That's more like it."

His eyes were transfixed on the screen. "How the fuck much did they pump into those sacks of yo's? They look like fuckin' balloons!" He pressed the Play button and settled back into the sofa again. Diane tried to keep her body as still as she could while she sucked Monish, her tits were still in agony. Curtis had sent her home this morning, after nearly thirty-six hours of non-stop tittie torture. She had her tits strapped tight to her chest with Ace bandages, trying to keep them as still as possible, trying to keep the pain to a minimum.

"What the fuck is that? He's doing it again? How many times did he shoot that shit up into yo' titties?" Diane kept sucking, hope he would just keep talking until he came. Monish could be distracted. Sometimes. "I gotta rewind this fucker." He pressed the button and Diane heard the scratchy backward sound of Joe's voice. Then, he hit Play again and Joe was describing to her how careful he had to be to make sure he didn't do any permanent damage to her body. How long it took each cc of saline to absorb into the body, how many days she'd be a tit freak before she was back to normal. She felt herself sinking again, tried to focus on the cock in her mouth.

Monish had come alone today, that was a surprise to her. And he'd only pimped her out once last week. Maybe he was getting tired of her. Maybe this weekend was an anomaly. Maybe she could have her life back soon. The thought lifted her spirits a little. She slurped Monish's cock, feeling it filling her mouth, feeling something like a normal woman again.

"Whoa! Hold it!" Monish said, sitting forward again. "Look at them nipples!" He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head up, turned it toward the television. It was a cut from later that day. Joe had attached her to a suction machine for more than an hour and her nipples were stiff and nearly two inches long. She looked ridiculous, huge balloon titties each with a dark finger sticking out of it, pointing upward.

"You gotta show 'em to me again. Stand up!" Diane got to her feet, standing between him and the television. She knew that the next shots would have been of them starting to hurt her and she hoped she could block his view. She didn't want him getting any ideas.

"Unwrap, bitch," he growled. Diane gently undid the velcro at the end of the bandage and started unwrapping. Her titties were still huge, swollen and hard from the injections. The skin was stretched tight and thin. Every nerve ending was exposed and they were incredibly sensitive.

"Shake 'em. C'mon, up and down." Diane moved her hips and they swayed gently from side to side. "Not like that, goddam' bitch!" She started to run in place, her huge titties rising and falling. It was painful but nothing like what Curtis and Joe had done to her. She moaned and begged him to stop.

"Fuck no, look at yo' nips!" Diane felt a flush of shame. He was right, her nipples were stiffening, the pain was turning her on. They were still long, but not as long as in the video. "Goddam!" he laughed. "Come over her and fuck me, bitch."

Diane waddled across the room and climbed onto his lap. He pushed his cock deep inside her in one quick motion. He put his mouth around her right nipple and started sucking. She felt the rush go through her and felt her pussy clench tight on his cock. They both came.

Diane stood in front of the mirror, staring at herself. She'd spent the last hour trying to figure out a way to make herself presentable for work. Her titties were huge, monstrous, and she had a customer presentation with Bailey today. A customer presentation, her first in weeks, her way to get back on Vader's good side. And her, a big titted freak show act. She had to do her best. Work was important, Monish kept all of the money she made on her 'engagements' and she had no real reserves. About two months salary in the bank and no investments. She couldn't afford not to impress Vader.

She'd had a good night's sleep. that helped. Monish had left at midnight. After they fucked, he'd had her go out for Chinese, then had her suck his cock for nearly two hours while he watched an action movie on cable. When the movie ended, he clicked off the television and had her sit on the couch beside him. He dug into his pocket and fished out a plastic bag filled with yellow pills. He told her that she was risking her health taking over the counter pills to keep herself awake and alert. These would be better. And she could have more anytime, she just needed to call him.

She unbuttoned her blouse, there was no point trying any longer, it was not going to button over her breasts. No matter how unprofessional it looked, she was going to have to wear a pullover top. She opened her closet and picked out two that might work, one tan and the other light grey. She tried them both on, but her huge breasts strained the material no matter how she adjusted them. She unwrapped the ACE bandages from around her chest and started again. This time, she started from the top, trying to push the huge monsters downward. It would be less offensive if she just looked like she was carrying extra weight - a fatty. That was no use either, the best she could manage was a huge bulge midway down her chest. It didn't look like a pot belly or like a huge chest, it was some kind of unexplainable bulge around her middle.

She went into the bedroom and took one of her biggest bras out of the dresser. She went to her desk and took a pair of scissors and cut out the cups, leaving the elastic and wire frame in place. She put on the bra, snapped it, and twisted it into place underneath her tits. She was too big for the straps to hold, the best she could do was bring them up between her tits. That was no good, it pushed them apart, making them look even bigger. She pulled the straps around, tried to lodge them around the outside. That was better. They were pressed together now, still huge and comical, but at least she felt a little support underneath. She wrapped the material around them again, but now she had one huge protrusion in the center of her chest.

Another failure. The bra was no use, the underwire did nothing to help. Diane unwrapped the material again and stood there starting at her huge balloon breasts, tears of defeat in her eyes. I might as well just go braless, with these funbags jiggling up and down, let them all see the freak...no, no, no... She took off the bra, then started wrapping the elastic around herself again. This was going to have to be it, this was as good as it would get. And it mattered. She had to do a good job today.

"What the hell, Bates?" Bailey just stared at her chest, mouth open. "Are you trying to get us thrown out of there?"

He was right and she knew it. But it was the best she could do. She'd settled on a conservative dark blue skirt and stocking, and a jacket over the tan top. She couldn't close or button the jacket, though. The problem was that the way it was forced open by her chest did more to draw attention than to divert it. The deep blue color made the jacket look more like a curtain parting to show off her chest than a jacket trying to cover it.

"I...I think I'm having a reaction to something, Bailey..." was the best she could come up with.

Bailey just shook his head. "Right. A reaction." He ran his fingers through his hair, walked back to his desk and sat down. Diane stood at the door to his office - a richly paneled office with windows, an office that should have been hers - and waited.

"You know they are a very conservative company, don't you?" "Yes, Bailey, I know that." "You read the report, right?" "Yes, Bailey, I read it." She watched him as he sat quietly in his chair, then leaned forward and took a sip of his coffee. He turned slightly, his back still to her, and keyed something into his computer. He pressed ENTER and waited for several seconds.

"Of course, it'll be fun for us later, won't it?" he said without turning around.

"Fuck you, Bailey," she growled. Now, he turned around in his chair and faced her. "Oh, you will, Bates. You will." He stood up and picked up his jacket, pulled it on. "Let's go."

Bailey pulled the Mercedes into the parking lot of a Motel Six and took Diane upstairs. He told her to get on the bed on her hands and knees while he undressed, hanging his suit up carefully in the closet. He slid her skirt up over her ass and pulled down her panties, fucking her quick and hard from behind. When he was done, he pulled her panties back up. She felt the cum oozing out of her and soaking her underwear.

The meeting was a complete disaster. For Diane. For Bailey, it was another major victory.

From the moment they arrived at Johnstown Services, it was clear that their management considered Diane a bimbo. Her clothes were wrinkled from the quick fuck and her hair still disheveled. She felt the cum damp between her legs and wondered if they smelled her. She saw everything from judgement and condemnation to revulsion to lust in the eyes of the eight men who were running the negotiations.

The only women they saw during their entire three hour visit were the ones who brought coffee into the room or were busy taking notes and running errands. All of the women at Johnstown wore prim and proper matching grey skirt suits, hair pulled back in buns, and conservative makeup. Diane also noticed that they were stunningly gorgeous. She wondered how many after-hours appointments were made among the men and women at Johnstown Services.

Bailey did the introductions, forgetting to mention that Diane had opened up their market three years ago and was a well-known analyst in their field. He pulled out a chair for her, but when she settled into it, he chose another seat closer to the negotiating team, leaving two empty chairs between them. When he opened his briefcase and handed out copies of the proposal, he found that he was one short. He joked that Diane didn't really need one, the men would be doing all of the work today. There was a hearty round of laughter as the men shuffled their papers back and forth.

Diane reached into her purse and took out the copy Vader had given her on Friday, put it on the table in front of her and glared at Bailey. He just smiled. "The little lady came prepared." The men snickered again.

They began their talks with a high level review of the proposal, then moved into specifics. One of the men asked about terms and Bailey turned to Diane, asked her to comment. She felt good now, this was one of the strongest parts of the proposal and she'd memorized it thoroughly. But when she explained the terms, everyone went silent. One of the senior members of their team flipped the pages of his proposal and corrected several of her numbers. She apologized and they moved on. But, it happened again shortly after that. Bailey asked her if she was all right and she snapped back a quick "yes, I'm fine."

Bailey leaned back slightly and said, "perhaps we should take a few minutes recess?" Everyone looked at Diane. She flushed but stammered, "well, we have a lot to go over. Why don't we push on." Everyone nodded.

After some talk on a few more points, Bailey asked the men to excuse him for a second. He picked up his coffee cup and drained the remaining few sips, then slid it down the table to Diane. "Would you mind getting me a fresh cup?"

She froze but knew better than to risk their negotiations with a petty squabble. She didn't say anything, just picked up the cup and walked to the far end of the room where there was a coffee pot.

"Women, eh?" he said quietly to the others. There was a quiet murmur. Diane turned and saw two of the men staring at her chest. She'd done her best but there was no way to hide that she was unnaturally huge. She blushed and the men smiled. An unspoken insult passed between them. She felt her cunt twitch.

As she sat down, one of the men asked, "so, how many regions are we talking about?" Bailey turned to her. "Bates? You have this one?"

Diane leaned forward slightly, thinking back to the report. "We are prepared to deal with all nine of Johnstown Service's primary regions." Again, the room was quiet. One of the men turned to her and said, "we have only four regions, Miss Bates." She froze.

"Did you even read the report, Miss Bates?" one of the others asked. She panicked now, realized what had happened. Bailey had set her up, had given her a fake report which she'd spent the weekend memorizing. She felt everything around her spin and nearly passed out. She remained quiet for most of the rest of the meeting.

When they wrapped up, everyone shook hands with Bailey. They walked out of the room, talking about next meetings and golf dates, leaving Diane behind to pack Bailey's briefcase and carry it to the car for him.

... to be continued ...

CHAPTER 11

The next morning, Diane got an email from Vader asking her to turn over her other files on Johnstown to Bailey. He was taking over the account. She was copied on another email, a glowing recap of a telephone call he'd received from management at Johnstown after their visit. Diane read the attachment. She wasn't mentioned, not even as Bailey's "assistant" or "gopher". She put her head down on her desk and collected herself. The slump was not over. She thought about Bailey, how he's given the wrong report to Vader so he could pass it to her. Or was Vader in on it too? She shook her head. Even with Monish not keeping her up all night and with the speed she was taking, her thoughts were still not very clear. She was having trouble thinking it through. Was Vader part of the scheme or not?

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