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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 5
by SD


7. Slave Training: Day Six

"You're quite a disappointment, slave", the mistress told Diane.
Diane was laying strapped to a low bench, the same one on which
she had seen a tortured corpse when she was brought to the
dungeon. "You're such a weak, cowardly, little wuss, you can't
even stand on your own two feet".  The aforesaid feet were
horribly discolored and swollen to several sizes above their
normal size. "If you can't even do that, you aren't worth much to
us.  I'm sure you remember this bench", she said as she squatted
by Diane's head.  She took a fluid filled jar from under the
bench and took some leather cords from the jar.  As she dragged
the wet cords across Diane's face, she said "I'm sure you
remember these, too.  Oh, they're not the same one's you saw on
the other girl, we don't use the same strips twice that way.
These are nice new strips of raw leather which we've kept good
and moist, so that when we tie them about someone" she said as
she wrapped them about Diane's neck, "they constrict to the
maximum possible amount. They're so wet" - she tied them in place
- "that it takes them a long time to dry out and begin to
constrict, and then they oh so slowly close on you.  We use nice
thin strips for cutting; they'll cut a man's joystick right off.
Wider strips like these constrict the flow of blood, or air. If
they should happen to be placed on, oh, say, a woman's neck" -
she ran her fingers over Diane's neck above the taut cords - "and
left on, well, she turns so many nice colors, and her tongue
sticks out - I do so like that part - and her eyes pop out of her
head, and then... well, I see you remember what comes next.
Training accidents do happen, you know.  And when they do, we
regard it as suicide by the trainee, who obviously didn't try
hard enough to survive.  Do you remember what that means in your
case ?"   Diane quickly nodded.  "Good. I do so like that look of
abject terror, I've missed it the last couple days.  So nice to
see you can still be so frightened. One's never so alive as when
one is truly afraid, and when you can't be scared anymore you're
just an empty shell.  So nice to see you're still with us, slave.
I hope it stays that way a little longer.  That depends on you".
With that she rose a strode out of the dungeon, timing the remote
controlled opening of both sets of doors so smoothly that she
didn't need to break stride.  This required, of course, a slow
stride, and if it happened to involve a considerable rotation of
her hips, so much the better.

It was hard to judge the passage of time in the dungeon.  There
were no windows so far underground and the lighting only changed
when they wanted to hurt one's eyes or burn one's skin.  There
were a few hourglasses and other timers used to heighten a
slave's anticipation of some dread occurrence, but none of these
were in use.  Diane had no way of telling how long it was before
she felt the first constriction about her throat, though it would
have been difficult to be certain which feeling was real, she had
sensed or imagined the constriction so many times before it became
unmistakable.  After that the tightening was slow but inexorable.
As it began to interrupt her breathing Diane had the repeated
urge to cough but the first cough hurt so much she suppressed the
impulse.  She reflexively struggled against the straps though she
knew that she wouldn't be able to move them even a fraction of an
inch.  Time seemed to have changed so that it simultaneously
appeared that the cords had gone from taut to strangling in no
time at all, and that an eternity of suffering was experienced
while that happened.  As predicted Diane's tongue pushed out of
her mouth, and the skin of her face seemed to be stretched tight.

The mistress appeared above her unexpectedly.  In her distress
Diane could hear little besides the pounding of her own blood.
The mistress was nude but for a leather corset and a belt for
her toys and tools.  She straddled Diane's head and lowered
herself to Diane's mouth and said "Lick me, slave".  Diane tried
but could barely move her swollen tongue.  The mistress spread
her own labia and ordered "Lick my clit.  One good lick. C'mon,
slave, one good lick and you can breath again.  One good lick
and you survive. That's it, go for it girl.  That wasn't a good
lick.  One good lick and you live.  One good one and THEY live.
Good, move that fat tongue, good slave.  Was that so hard ?".
The mistress stepped off her, and clipped the cords with a
powerful pair of shears.  Diane was lightheaded and blood rushed to
her head and she sucked air through her sore throat as fast as
she possibly could.  The mistress sat fingering herself as she
waited for Diane to return to relative normality.  When she had,
her trainer said, "So you see, slave, you can do what you need to.
That cord is just as much around your neck now as it was a few
minutes ago.  If you don't perform, it will crush the life out of
you.  We're going to complete all aspects of your training, and
you WILL do what you have for that to be accomplished".

"Since you aren't good for much today, we'll have a couple graduates
of our program - I'll have them show you where their clits used
to be - come here and help you with your hygiene.  Few people like
leg and underarm hair, but if a slave is in chains for a week or
so, there's not much she can do about it.  They'll bring some
tweezers and electrolysis kits and get rid of that hair for you.
They should finish today; they've learned to work pretty fast
getting all the bodyhair off men, and they totally ignore your
discomfort.  Neither you nor they will be gagged, but the
microphones in here can pick up a mouse fart, so anything you say
will be recorded and we'll check this time period to see if one
word passes between you - yes, slave, it's always running, we've
recorded your prayers - they haven't done any good, now have
they ? How presumptuous of you to think that God cares that you're
here suffering ?  Did you think he didn't already know, and would
send an angel to harrow the space above you and pull you out of
here as soon as you informed him ?  Don't you know pride is a
sin ?  Ah, where was I, oh yes, don't speak to them.  We will
punish both you and them if a single word is exchanged".  She
turned to leave, then turned back, "Some day I must play back the
things you say at night when you're asleep. The surveillance
tapes always found your bedroom a most quiet place, so this
talking in your sleep is a new habit.  You say such sweet,
touching things; we play the tapes and just sit around and laugh
till we have to find a slave to piss on".


8. Slave Training: Day Seven

Diane was kneeling on a bed with her hands clasped behind her
head.  She was, of course, completely naked, and the body hair
that had grown since her capture was missing.  The mistress
examined her, smacked her sore left armpit with a riding crop,
and said, "Since you're still a piece of crippled wetware, slave,
we'll have to keep working on parts of your training that you
don't have to stand up for.  So tell me, how does your pussy feel
today ?" "I'm very sore", Diane said, and a crop struck her
breast.  "Do be polite, slave".  "I'm very sore, mistress".  "We
all have troubles, don't we ?  Right now, you're mine.  A slave
can't not be in the mood; if someone wants you, you'd better
perform and do it well.  So even though you hurt all over, you're
going to make love - and yes, YOU will make love to the people you
serve, if that is what they like, but they will not make love to
you.  You owe them respect and regard, and they owe you nothing".

"I thought you might find it interesting to have some contact
with another trainee", the mistress said as she pushed a button on
the remote.  "As always, no names, and neither of you speak
except on orders".  The doors had opened, and another leather
clad woman, entered leading a young man on a leash.  His wrists
were chained in front of him, the chains attached to another
chain tight around his waist, his legs had heavy braces on them
attached by a 12" chain. He was carrying with difficulty a heavy
iron ball, attached to the tip of his penis by a chain so short
that holding the ball in front of him was yanking his penis upwards
quite painfully. He was 19, muscularly slender, with moderately
long light brown hair.  His well toned body was showing numerous
stripes from a recent whipping, but he was otherwise unharmed,
and hoping he could rest the ball on something soon so he could
stay that way.  Until yesterday, when he offered a ride to a sexy
little redhead a few years older than him, one he had never seen
before, but whose car had broken down next to his in a massive
student parking lot, his name had been Clay.  "See how nice we
are to you, slave ?  You never had a college boy, not even when
you were in college.  How virtuous of you to save yourself so you
could end up here !  He just arrived, and is almost as good as
new; those welts and the soreness from that iron clamp around his
head - the one that matters - probably aren't hurting him as much
as you're hurting, but 'tis enough, 'twill serve - as will he.
Thank you, mistress, would you please fasten the leash to the
bed ?   Thank you, I'll take him now."

"My, you are a pretty one, aren't you ?  Gay, by any chance ?"
Diane's trainer asked.  He shook his head no.  "I see your
training has begun.  Good.  Let me give you a piece of
information: though there's a fair number of women in the
Association, most are lesbian or bi.  There's a couple who might
use you, but those cute buns of yours and that nice mouth are
going to be primarily servicing men" - he looked a little sick -
"so this would be a REAL good time to uncover any latent
homosexuality !  But that can wait a bit !  We've got a woman for
you to fuck !  She's not much, but she's the best you'll get in a
while - though come to think of it there's a couple guys in the
association who look better in a dress than she does - AND THEY
CAN WALK IN HIGH HEELS", she shouted, and struck Diane a few
times with the crop.  When she was done, she handed Diane a set
of keys and said, "Make yourself useful and take the chains off
him, except the neck chain.  You can move now, fool."  Diane took
the ring of keys and began searching for the keys to open the
handcuff.  After she tried on and it didn't work, he gave a
little whimper and hefted the ball a bit.  The mistress laughed,
then said, "I think that was a violation, lover, but since I do
love to hear a man whimper, I won't punish you for it.  However,
the ball comes off last, and if you bend or squat or do anything
to get that ball closer to the ground, I'll chain you down and
let a vulture eat your balls".  Diane tried somewhat more
hurriedly to find the correct keys.  This was complicated by the
fact that on these restraints the keyholes were all nearly the
same size, regardless of the size of the restraint, and every
lock had it's own key.  After she got one handcuff open, she
spent a frantic minute trying to unlock the other one with the
same key before she realized this.  By the time everything else
was off and she started on the cock lock, he could barely hold
the ball.  But she got it off in time, and he dropped to his
knees and put the ball on the ground.  He clasped Diane's hands
and looked gratefully at her face.  She smiled shyly.  "Enough
making eyes at each other, get on with it, slaves.  Hmm, this
might get confusing, so I'll call you Cunt and Prick. Think you
can figure out who's who ?  On the bed !".

Diane remained kneeling on the bed and Clay knelt facing her,
still holding her hand. "Now you two are going to fuck good and
hard, and I don't care what hurts or how much.  Now go to your
corners" - she laughingly directed them to opposite corners of
the bed with an ominous cattle prod she had drawn and activated-
"I want a good dirty fuck !  Cunt, Prick, you both know the
rules, there are no holds barred but you WILL separate on my
command.  There is no limit on the number of take downs allowed !
At my command come out fucking !  FUCK !"

They crawled slowly towards each other, stopping with their faces
a few inches apart, both obviously embarrassed.  "Oh, yeah, like
you're both so modest !  Cunt, you fucked eight men in every known
position a couple days ago, and Prick, you were hot to fuck a
total stranger yesterday, so here's a stranger, FUCK HER !".
Diane reached up and put her hand's on either side of Clay's
face, then softly kissed him on the mouth.  She pulled back a
little, her hands still on his face, looked him in the eye and
nodded.  She slipped a hand behind his head and laid down on the
bed pulling him down also, and they started gently kissing. After
a moment she moved from his mouth to his face and neck.  She
worked her lips to his ear and thought to whisper that it was OK,
they had no choice, but she saw the mistress intent watching and
thought better of it.  Instead she moved away slightly, sliding
away from him, and quite slowly and obviously spread her legs as
she cupped her breasts and pushed them towards him.  He took them
and kissed them and pushed her down and kissed her, harder this
time, and they kept their lips glued together as she raised her
hips and he started to push into her. She gasped in pain as her
tender vagina was entered and he broke from their kiss and looked
worriedly in her eyes but she nodded "yes" again and he continued
to push as she ground her hips onto him, repressing further gasps
despite the pain, gently kissing his face to assure him it was OK
and he started humping hard, aware of her pain and hoping to end
it as soon as he could and in a couple minutes he started
grunting and his face was taut and he was close to coming...
and then he screamed and pulled into a fetal position as he
passed out.  The mistress had shoved the point of the electric
prod into his anus.  "Well, that was sweet but boring, and you
don't use a slave for sweet but boring", she said as Diane held
Clay's head to her breast looking at him sadly before turning a
calm but angry gaze on the mistress.  "So you didn't like that,
Cunt ? You're going to see and do a lot of things you don't like.
Later in your training we'll have you torture victims, sometimes
under our direction, sometimes using your imagination. Or maybe
they'll play a game with you at the gathering, one where two
slaves are selected and each writes out a torture program for the
other, then whoever has written the cruelest program gets to
inflict it.  But that's for another day.  For now, let's get the
boy out of here and bring on a man to give you a good screwing".
She pushed a few buttons and several men came into the dungeon.
Three of them dragged Clay out.  One of them stayed behind.

"So, mistress, how's your pupil doing ?", the remaining man asked
ask he undressed.
 "She's a bit of a problem, never seems to want
to get out of bed".
  "We should all have such problems with our
women", he said as he stretched out on the bed.  "Kiss my dick,
slave, first on the head, then up and down the shaft".  Diane
knelt at his hip and did as he ordered, it taking quite a few
kisses to cover his long cock.  "Now run your tongue around the
head, then run the tip of your tongue along it's length.  When
you get to the bottom lick my balls.  Keep licking till I change
your orders.  So mistress, how's the gathering shaping up ?"
  "Looks like a pretty full contingent, the new meat seems to have
provoked some interest.  Even this one has a lot of people
interested in playing with her.  You think she's pretty ?"
  "Well, I like them with a little more meat on them, but a lot of
guys like 'em thin".   This conversation went on at some length as
Diane steadily licked his balls.  "Oh, slave, my feet are a
little sore, so lick my feet for a while".  The conversation then
went on as Diane moved to lick his feet, the two participants
seemingly oblivious to a naked women licking a man's feet.
Finally, he said, in a bored voice, "I guess we may as well get
on with this", as he opened his legs. "Get between my legs and
suck my cock".  Diane knelt between his legs and lowered her
mouth to his cock.  Before it got there a buggy whip cracked
across Diane's back, making her jerk her head in pain, as the
mistress said, "Do a good job, slave".
  "Now don't do that while she's got me in her mouth !"
 "You're getting soft, stud".
 "Yeah, the prospect of getting my DICK bit off tends to do that !"
He didn't stay soft for long as the blonde head bounced up and down
on his shaft. It was too long to fit in her mouth, and the
mistress said "Take him all in, Cunt - or should I call you Deep
Throat now ?"   Getting that long shaft down her throat while
kneeling over him proved difficult, but the whip kept cracking
across Diane's buttocks and back while the man kept repeating
"Don't you bite me, bitch", so at last Diane stood up on the bed,
which allowed her to get her mouth and neck aligned, and after
suppressing the urge to gag and bending her legs a bit, to push
her lips all the way to the bottom of his cock.  It also exposed
her thighs to the whip, and the repeated strokes across them
weren't making it any easier to maintain this position.  "Suck
slave, suck hard", her trainer kept repeating as she lashed Diane.
The pain and frustration were intense and Diane wanted to cry,
but knew it would make the situation even worse; I'll cry later,
she thought, and Diane squeezed her lips tightly about the base
of his penis and sucked as well as she could with a cock deep
down her throat.
  "Passable, cunt. We'll work on this some more later", the mistress
said.
  "OK, slave", the man commanded, "come off my cock - don't you bite
me, bitch ! - and mount up". Diane managed to glance up at him
inquisitively while she was pulling off his long shaft. "Mount up.
Sit on my cock.  You're the slave, you're going to do the work".
  Diane straddled him, took his thick cock gingerly in her hands
and positioned the head, and had started to slowly lower her raw
pussy over the stiff shaft when the mistress began cracking the
whip across her back.
 "We don't have all day to wait for you, cunt". Diane started
thrusting harder and faster but the whip kept falling across her
bare back and between the pain in her inflamed vagina and burning
pain in her back, Diane started to scream. Finally she was bucking
wildly on her mount, her hair flying and her breasts bouncing.
 "That's more like it, we've even got that skinny ass of yours jiggling
now.  Keep it up", the mistress commanded.
  Diane was certainly trying, but the man was just laying there
enjoying the action of her breasts and showed no sign that he would
come any time soon. This went on and on, Diane pulling up and
thrusting down as fast as she could on his thick, stiff shaft,
pushing it in as far as it would go, then pulling up again, while he
laid there as if nothing was happening.  The mistress was whipping
her again.
  "Dammit cunt, your one purpose is to make a man come and you can't
even do that !  What good are you to anyone !"
  Diane leaned forward a bit to run her hands over him as she kept
riding, her sweat dripping onto his stomach.  The whip was cracking
across her buttocks.
  "Yo, watch where you aim that thing !"
  "Shut up, stud!  Faster, slave, faster! Masters are busy people,
they can't wait on you".
 Diane couldn't go any faster; she tried slowing down, and rotating
her hips in a small circle over her partner.  The whip kept falling,
as the mistress screamed "Faster !", but since she wasn't able to go
fast enough to satisfy the whip wielder and wasn't getting any closer
to her goal that way she kept up her rotation, then started moving her
hips in a sort of a figure eight.  At last the grinding of her hips
penetrated her heretofore indifferent mount's composure and he
started moaning, then screaming, then the two of them were screaming,
one from pleasure and one from pain but the sound was the same and he
could stand it no more and erupted inside her in a series of
violent spasms, then he was still, and Diane fell back, catching
herself on her extended arms, and sat there leaning backwards,
eyes closed, flushed and sweaty and gasping for air, barely holding
herself up, with him limp inside her.  Then the whip cracked
across her breasts.

"Not bad", said the trainer, "but not good enough.  Do it again".


END, Part 5
