Diane Blackmailed

... from chapter 11 ...

The men started fucking her in pairs then, the bottom man crushed underneath her massive titties but not complaining. Diane's pussy relaxed and by the end of the fucking, even the twosomes were complaining she was too loose. She knew what to do, what she needed to show them. She rolled over on the bed and spread her legs wide, yelled at two of them to take her ankles and open her up. They pulled her feet upward and out, splitting her like a wishbone. She took the double headed dildo and pushed one end deep into her cunt. Then, she folded over the other end and started rubbing it against her pussy. The room got quiet, the men fascinated, Bailey afraid. There was no way she could take that much into her cunt without hurting herself. She moaned and squirmed, rammed the second cock against the first but she couldn't get it to slide inside her. She pulled the first one halfway out, tried to slide them in side by side but it was no use. Even Diane's stretched and ruined pussy couldn't take the six inches circumference. She cried in front of them, apologizing that she couldn't take it, begging them to fuck her again and stretch her out more. Several of the men picked up their clothes and left in disgust, twelve in all stayed and fucked her the third time around, letting her lick their cocks and balls clean before and after each fuck. Diane was frustrated that so few of them wanted to do anything to her titties after they'd stared at them all afternoon. She didn't know that Bailey had told them not to. He had made an agreement with Monish and Saabira. Diane's titties belonged to Saabira tonight.

CHAPTER 12 [Week 5 Tues - Wed a.m.]

Monish's driver came at nine o'clock, nearly an hour before Bailey had expected them. He argued with Marty, the man who came into the suite when someone opened the door.

Bailey protested. "Monish said we had her until ten o'clock." "No, Monish said she had another appointment at ten o'clock. Go get her."

Bailey told him to fuck off. He was drunk and Marty was a pipsqueak of a man in a tailored suit with a small, stupid looking mustache. Marty grinned and snapped his fingers. His partner - Matt - stepped in from the other room. Matt was a six foot three slab of meat who must have spent two-thirds of his life in a gym. He filled the doorway, had to turn sideways to walk through. He glowered at Bailey. Matt had a scar across his cheek that started at the outside of his left eye, cut across his lip, and finished in a bright red stripe on his chin. When he sneered at Bailey, Bailey's blood ran cold. The man had obvious been through some fierce battles and Bailey wasn't about to push him.

"Go get her," Marty repeated. Bailey gulped and nodded. Diane was passed out on the bed, cum oozing around the sides of the thick dildo sticking out of her worn out pussy. Bailey griped the dildo and pulled it out of her. Diane jerked awake, moaned.

"Time to go, honey," Bailey told her.

She stood up, adjusted the tiny outfit she was wearing to cover at much of her as she could, looked around for her shoulder bag. It was gone. Bailey told her that one of the men had liked it and thought that the outfit inside would fit his girlfriend, so he took it. Diane shook with anger. She had no money now, no wallet, no identification, everything had been in that bag. She was a helpless, abandoned big-tit whore, in a flimsy cum soaked outfit and latex boots. She felt herself collapse further into the filth her life had become.

Matt fucked her in the freight elevator on the way down, she didn't even care. When he handed her off to the two moving men in the basement, she went through the motions, swallowed as much of their jis as she could, tried to get into it, but she was depressed. First, the K-Y incident with the manager, then her shoulder bag. Fucking her, hitting her, hurting her was one thing but this was different. Monish had treated her like one of his whores, pimping her out day and night, but she was still more or less human. These incidents were beyond that. She was something else now. Just a function, just a hole.

She knelt in the back of the car, face between Matt's leg licking his balls and cock, the entire drive to Saabira place. Matt didn't get get hard, just enjoyed putting her through the shame of licking his sack for the whole twenty minute drive.

Saabira was alone when Marty handed her off at the door. Diane waited anxiously for Katie and Masozi to arrive but they didn't. Saabira told Diane to take off her ridiculous outfit and clean herself up. Diane noticed that Saabira was staring at her massive titties but neither of them said anything.

Diane spent fifteen minutes in the hot shower, scrubbing herself carefully, her breasts, enjoying the feeling of the brush on her arms and legs, belly and back. When she was finished, she dried of and walked through the house, calling Saabira's name quietly.

Saabira was in the kitchen, chopping celery. Diane giggled. It was such a mundane sight, a woman standing at the counter making a meal. Saabira was dressed in dark blue jeans and a t-shirt, barefoot, with thick gold bracelets on both wrists.

Diane stood naked in the doorway, watching her. Without looking up, Saabira said, "tell me about your breasts." She chopped a few more times, then spoke again, eyes still fixed on the chopping board. "No, let me guess. Saline injections. Over several hours, that way they stay firm. A single, long steel needle. Through the nipple, no...through the base of the nipple." Diane stared at her. Did she know? Was there a connection between Joe, Curtis, Saabira? "Do they still hurt when you walk?"

"Y...yes," she stammered. How could she know so much?

"Show me." Saabira set the knife on the wooden block and looked up.

Diane walked across the room and stood in front of her.

"Jump. Jump up and down for me."

Diane rose on her toes, lifting her heels off the ground. Her titties shook and she felt the weight at the base. Her nipples responded to the mild pain, stiffening a bit.

"I said jump," Saabira said. The calmness of her voice took Diane back to that first night. She was rightly named "patience". She didn't care how long it took, she was going to get the reaction she wanted. Diane jumped a few inches off the ground, felt the pain whe her feet hit the ground. "Aaaarrrrhhhhh...."

"Higher, jump higher. Arms up, reach for the ceiling."

Diane jumped again, bit her lips, sucking air hard to keep from screaming.

"Jumping jacks. Ten of them. Fast!"

Diane lost control now, the pain shooting through her upper body, moaning and crying. This wasn't arousing at all, this was just painful. She wanted Katie's tongue between her legs. When would the other two show up?

Saabira walked from the counter to the table, sat down in one of the kitchen chairs. She unzipped her pants and slid her hand down the front, underneath the panties. Diane counted ten jumping jacks and stopped. Saabira looked at her and smiled. Diane was already soaked with sweat, panting hard. The marathon gangbang had exhausted her and she hurt from jumping up and down.

"Again. Keep going until I cum," Saabira said calmly. She moved her hand slightly underneath her jeans and stared at Diane. "Well? What are you waiting for?"

Diane started jumping again, tentatively at first. "Faster! Don't fuck with me, I want to see those melons shake!" Diane jumped higher, opened her legs wider. Her huge titties were shrieking in pain now, Diane was sobbing out loud, barely able to raise her arms higher than shoulder level as she jumped. "Hands above your head, let's go. Let's see some effort!" She tried, but now lost focus on her legs. Her feet barely spread apart as she tried to raise her arms higher. Saabira massaged her clit slowly, enjoying Diane's performance. Diane was begging now, pleading for Saabira to stop. That was what she needed, that was the point she needed Diane at. She sped up the circles her fingers were making, barked at Diane "Higher, faster, wider, clap those hands above your head," enjoying watching Diane lost track of where she was or what part of her body she was focusing on. When she came, she didn't let on, just kept rubbing herself and yelling commands at Diane for several more minutes. She drank in Diane's pain the way a vampire might suck the blood out of a victim.

"All right, that's enough," she said finally. Diane collapsed to the floor and lay whimpering, arms holding her titties against her hard. Saabira remained silent, her fingers gently stroking her own cunt lips, watching Diane's body shake at her feet.

After a long, silent pause, Saabira stood up and zipped and buttoned her pants.

"Diane?" Diane lifted her head, raised her eyes to look at Saabira. "Finish chopping the celery." She threw and apron across Diane's hips and left the room.

Diane got up and tied on the apron. Just as she was turning to pick up the knife, Saabira appeared came back into the kitchen. She was carrying a huge cotton bra. She gently helped Diane into it. It was snug but still, it fit. Diane's body felt a relief she hadn't felt since coming back from the sessions with Curtis and Joe. Saabira didn't say a word, just hooked the bra into place and left the room.

Saabira and Diane ate dinner in silence. The celery was part of a simple salad, the main course was plain, broiled chicken breast. They both had a glass of wine. Diane looked at Saabira from time to time. The woman was completely self-absorbed, she showed no sign that there was anyone else in the room.

Diane did the dishes after dinner and Saabira settled into a sofa and clicked her remote control, bringing up a recent foreign film and dimming the room lights.

"Come here," she motioned to Diane. Diane knelt on the floor in front of her. Saabira lifted her left leg, bent it and offered her foot to Diane. Diane put her tongue out tentatively and Saabira guided her. She licked the sole of her foot, then sucked on each of her toes. Saabira instructed her wordlessly, guided her into a soft and gentle pace. She sucked each toe individually, licked the crevice between them, cleaned her foot all the way to her ankle. Diane was shocked and ashamed at how much it turned her on. She felt her own cunt swelling, her clit stiff and aroused. She'd never understood this when she saw it in a movie or read about it in a porn story, but the reality was exquisite. Was it the sucking? Or being reduced to such a thing? She didn't know but she had to work hard to keep from touching herself while she was doing it.

After a while, Saabira shifted and Diane began on the other foot. She pressed her nipples against the sofa, rubbing gently against the material, feeling it scratch and chafe her tender skin. She was dizzy with arousal, cunt soaking wet and oozing. Saabira showed no signs of being aroused, she was absorbed in the movie. They were in completely different worlds. Diane was having an all-consuming sexual encounter and Saabira was watching television. Diane finished Saabira's right foot, but couldn't stop. She took Saabira's heel in her hand and raised her head slightly, pushing Saabira's big toe between her lips. Then, she opened her mouth wide and took all five toes between her lips, feeling her mouth stretch, trying to force her head forward. She was caught up in something now that she didn't understand. She heard slurping noises and realized that saliva was dripping down her chin and onto her lap. Her tongue pushed hard against the ball of Saabira's foot and Diane heard a giggle. Was she ticklish? Or was she laughing at her? She felt herself red with embarrassment but couldn't stop. She gripped Saabira's ankle and started fucking her face with the foot. Suddenly, she felt a hand in her hair. Saabira pulled her head back hard and looked at her.

"Movie's over. You can stop now."

Diane was completely humiliated. Saabira had had to stop her from face fucking herself with her foot. What was she turning into? How depraved could a human possibly get? As soon as she asked herself the question, she realized she didn't care. She would sink however low Saabira wanted to take her. And then beg her to take her further.

Saabira wiped her foot against Diane's face and chucked, a girlish laugh. As though they were adolescents playing in a closet, touching each other for the first time. She got up.

"Let's go, time for bed."

She led Diane upstairs into her master bedroom. Diane looked at the clock. It was only eleven. She looked around. There were photographs of Katie, Masozi and Saabira alone, in pairs, and as a group, visiting different cities, mugging in front of monuments, standing in a canoe.

"Will Masozi come tonight?" Diane asked without thinking. She immediately knew it was a mistake, she couldn't reveal how much the woman had turned her on. They would find some way to use it against her, she knew that instinctively.

"Ah, Masozi. Our Amazon warrior princess," Saabira taunted. She walked round behind Diane, running her fingernail across her right boob, then down her side and across her ass. She walked around, still trailing her nail, until she stood directly in front of her, looking deep into her eyes. "No." She pushed her finger against Diane's forehead. "But, I'll be sure to tell her you asked about her." Diane shuddered. Fear or excitement? She didn't care.

Saabira turned and walked to one of the three other doors in the bedroom. "You'll be here." She opened the door and Diane looked inside. The space was the size of a small close, just enough to stand in without touching the sides. The walls were metallic with discs recessed into them. There was a grid in the ceiling and a solid metal floor.

Saabira motioned for Diane to step in and she did. Saabira gave her a kiss on the mouth, then pushed the door closed. The room was completely black, no light leaked in around the sides or bottom of the door. Diane sensed that it was sound proof. Once the door had clicked shut, there was a roaring silence, maybe a white noise generator? A sensory deprivation room?

Diane stood there for several minutes, then reached out and touched the side wall. Cool metal. The back and the door were all the same. She sniffed. Nothing unusual. After a while, boredom set in and she wondered what the point of the exercise was. She opened and closed her eyes, fascinated by the complete blackness. She closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep. She didn't know if she could sleep standing but thought she would try. There was no way to crouch low enough to sleep on the floor, even curled up, and she knew it. She leaned against the wide wall, adjusted herself until she was resting more or less comfortably wedged into the corner.

Diane's eyes jerked open as a loud "Clang! Clang!" shattered the silence. It rang down through the grid in the ceiling, ringing over and over for a full minute, the volume almost a physical thing against her body. She closed her eyes and tried to doze off again.

She jerked awake a second time. The room was flooded with bright light from the floods running the length of the walls and back of the room. That was what the small circles were. She felt the wall getting warm, the heat from the lights being conducted through the metal. She straightened her body, had to stand erect in the middle of the room, not touching any of the walls. Even the door was getting hot. The lights died out but the walls remained warm to the touch. The heat was evidently not connected to the lights after all, the walls themselves were heating up.

After several minutes, Diane was sweating. The room was getting hotter and hotter. The sweat trickled down her face and into her eyes. She tried to blink it out but it was no use. She couldn't raise her arms to wipe them so she kept them shut. Then, the bells came on again, clanging loudly for a full minute. When the lights came on, the bells continued. Diane was disoriented now, moved sideways but felt the heat of the wall against her elbow and snapped back to fully erect.

The noise stopped but the lights stayed on, blinking now, flashing on and off. The temperature in the room dropped from hot to comfortable. But it kept dropping. Diane felt her skin start to rise as the room chilled. She started to tremble, saw her breath now in the bright light. She rubbed herself with her arms as best she could in the small space, but the temperature kept dropping.

The lights went out then and she was shivering in complete blackness. She heard voices. It was a recording of her first visit with the three women. She hard Saabira's voice, the cracks of the paddle on her skin, her screams. Another sound track started, this time it was the slurping sound of Katie's mouth on her body. The sounds rose and fell, interacting, now louder, now softer, while she shivered from the cold.

Suddenly, everything stopped. The room was dark again and quiet. A warm breeze blew down from the overhead vent and Diane thawed. The warmth made her drowsy and she fell asleep, falling backward against the now-cool wall, knees bending slightly.

It didn't last long. The lights, sounds and temperature changes went on all night. The sequence and length of time changed, Diane wasn't sure how long she fell asleep between each round or if she actually did. When Saabira opened the door the next morning, Diane collapsed forward into her arms. Saabira guided her to the bed and let her lay down, pulled the comforter up around her. Diane's eyes made out hazy outlines in the room, which she recognized with an effort as Katie and Masozi. She desperately wanted to get up and offer herself to them but she couldn't muster the strength.

"You have an hour to sleep, then we have to get you dressed and off to work," Saabira said as Diane sank into the black of complete exhaustion.

When Saabira tried to shake her awake one hour later, she resisted. Saabira told her that she would be late to work if she didn't get up now. Diane muttered "fuck the job. Fuck it all. My life is over. Fuck the job..." Saabira was surprised, this was a new turn.

She shook her awake again five minutes later, this time with a coffee cup and a piece of toast. Diane forced herself to wake up, ate some of the toast and sipped the coffee. She was completely fatigued, asked Saabira if she had anything that could perk her up. Saabira asked "drugs? Do you mean drugs?" Diane nodded her head weakly. "Something. Anything." Saabira said no, told her to finish the coffee and come into the kitchen.

A few minutes later, Diane stumbled down the hallway and stopped near the refrigerator. Katie and Masozi were sitting at a table with coffee and bacon and eggs in front of them. Saabira was cooking. The smell made Diane hungry and she staggered to the table.

"You've lost weight," Katie commented.

Diane just nodded.

"Maybe a little too much?" Katie continued.

Diane turned and looked at Masozi. She was calmly chewing on a piece of toast, watching Diane like a predator eyeing prey. It turned Diane on. "I was about twenty pounds over a few weeks ago. I like it," she replied, weakly.

"Are you eating?" Katie asked.

"Maybe not like I should." Diane looked back at Katie and replied. That was true. The speed was having an effect, but she was not eating either. She didn't have time. She sat down, looked at Saabira. Saabira was sliding two eggs on to a plate for her.

"You taking speed?" Diane shot a glance at Masozi again. She didn't want her to know she was doing speed, didn't want her to have any reason not to approve of her.

"Um...once or twice. You know, you have a long night and you have to do something the next day..."

Saabira put two pieces of back on the plate then set it in front of Diane.

"Eat." Masozi said. Diane picked up her fork.

"Did you bring clothes for work?" Katie asked. Diane shook her head. She had, but they'd been taken when the man took her shoulder bag last night. "I'll find you something. You eat." Katie got up and left the room.

Diane ate in silence, the other two ignoring her while they sipped coffee and talked back and forth. Katie came back shortly with a conservative looking dress that she thought might fit. "Other than your breasts."

Masozi turned and looked at Diane's chest. She flushed, hoping Masozi might be turned on. Masozi calmly turned away, back to her conversation with Saabira.

Diane got up and followed Katie into the bedroom. She changed to a slightly smaller bra, her breasts were beginning to shrink, the saline being absorbed into her body slowly. The looked to have shrunk at least a quarter size smaller than they were two days ago. Katie helped her dress, then walked her to the garage and drove her to work.

... to be continued if there is interest ...

CHAPTER 13

Diane poured herself another cup of coffee. It was eleven thirty. She had fallen asleep at her desk twice already. With almost no sleep last night and none of Monish's speed to keep her going, her body felt heavy, like lead, and sleep was always just a moment away.