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I'm not quite sure where this segment will fit into the completed
version of "Diane", if it's ever finished.

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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
by SD

Part ?   Session report

From:     Sadie

To:       The Master

Subject:  Session report, Slave: Diane Scott


The session began with Mrs. Scott naked, save for her 5" white spike
heels.  Her wrists were tied together behind her back, but before being
tied together her arms were bent so that her hands pointed up, not
down, and her hands were pushed high up her back.  From her wrists ran
a cord tied to a chain looped over her neck, which had strong, sharp
clips at each end, and these clips were attached to the subject's
nipples.  Subject displayed indecision as to which pain was worse,
keeping her hands high, or the pull on her nipples when she let them
slip.

There was also a very strong double sided clamp on one of her pussy lips.
The other side of that clamp held a large and quite angry rat by it's
tail.  As the rat would bite anything it could reach,  Mrs. Scott was
forced to stand with her legs widely separated to assure that the the
struggling rat's teeth didn't swing close enough to her pretty legs to
take a bite out of them, but the choker chain around her neck, fastened
to a cord hanging from the ceiling, prevented her from spreading them
too far, so she was compelled to hold very still to avoid inparting any
momentum to the rat.  After she stood in this position for a couple hours,
her buttocks were caned until she couldn't help moving, and her twisting
caused the rat to swing back and forth enough that he could and did bite
the subject, said bites causing her to suddenly spread her legs further
apart, which in turn caused the choker to close around her throat, making
her close her legs to relieve the pressure so she could breath again.
Of course, this enabled the rat to bite her again.  She went through
this cycle several times before she was finally able to force herself
to hold still when the rat bite her, her stillness permitting the rat's
momentum to abate, and we returned to the pre-caning situation (but
with rat bites on her legs, bruises on her throat, and blood on her
white shoes).

To increase the fun, we rolled in a small cart on which Diane's best
friend, whose recent abduction she was unaware of, was tied, and also
brought in two blocks of ice.  Diane's shoes were removed, and she was
stood on the ice, then the cart was slid beneath her, between her legs,
such that Diane's friend, Christine (a petite redhair about forty;
photo and statistics attached in Appendix A) had her face just below
the rat's head.  Christine's hair had been pulled to both sides and
tied to the cart so as to prevent her from moving her head.  Were Diane
to have pushed away the ice, or slump from the pain and fatigue of her
latest ordeal, the rat would have had immediate access to Christine's
face.  But even as she endured the pain of standing with her bare feet
on the ice, it was plain to both subjects that the melting of the ice
would eventually lower Mrs. Scott until the rat reached Christine's
face - which, thanks to a video camera and strategically placed
monitors (plus an order forbidding her to close her eyes), Diane could
see, so she could not fail to see the terror in Christine's wide brown
eyes.  A scarf pulled tightly in Christine's mouth prevented her from
speaking clearly while offering no protection for her soft lips, but
the sounds passing over the gag weren't so garbled as to conceal her
fear, or disguise her pleas. 

Diane had been similarly gagged to this point, when her gag was removed
so she could beg, which she did quite nicely, weeping and pleading and
trying to bargain with offers of all that she'll do if we'd just move
Christine.  But since, as she knows well, she'll do whatever we want
her to do, no matter what she may want, she had nothing to bargain
with, and the ice melted and the rat, only more agitated by all the
screams, slashed at Christine's face until one set of screams ceased,
and we rolled away the cart.  Christine survived, and as luck would
have it she still has one eye, so we'll tend to her so that in a day
or so we can show her what remains of her face; then she won't mind
a bit part in our next snuff film quite so much (damage to her face
precludes any larger role).  She was taken to the infirmary for
treatment.

Video and audiotape of this session turned out well.  Both subjects'
responses to pain and fear were excellent.  Product of this session
should be quite popular.  Still shots from the video enclosed in
Appendix B.

Diane, after being forced to look at Christine's ravaged face, was
undone and her wounds treated, then handcuffed and returned to her
tigress cage, the three cubic foot cage in which she sits, sort of,
alone in a totally dark room until we decide it's time for her to
suffer again.

Well, most days and nights she's alone in her tiny, dark cage.  Tonight,
she has a companion.
