The Domination of Diana (13 page)

“So how do you like working for Dad? He seems like a real nice guy.”

Liam grinned, “I guess that depends on which side of the conference table your sitting." Liam took another sip of his beer and continued, “I like it. Carmichael International is bigger than I ever knew. Even the research I did before agreeing to the job didn’t prepare me.”

“I think it’s cool, him offering you the position. I mean since you hadn’t had contact for twenty-five years.”

“Yeah, it was weird at first. He left my mom when I was five. But, that’s history. She’s the one that kept us apart, not him. See what happens when bitches make decisions.”

“Whoa, dude, that’s your mom.”

“Yeah, whatever, in the last nine months I have learned more than in the first twenty-nine years. She never should have kept us apart. I sure as hell will never let some fucking female make decisions for me ever again." Liam’s knuckles blanched on the handle of his mug as he threw back the remaining amber liquid. “You’re better off without that bitch anyway.”

Troy didn’t think so, but he wasn’t getting into it with Liam in the middle of a filled bar. “So what other enterprises does Carmichael International have besides the Creation Inferno?”

“Shit, that’s nothing. It’s Daddy Dearest’s play-thing. The company is a major player and investor in mega corporations throughout the world. Distribution and relocation is a huge piece. There’s a big sale next week. I’ve been in contact with buyers arranging things for a while.”

“Congratulations, it sounds like he is giving you more and more responsibility.”

“Not to mention dough." Pulling out a roll of cash, “Tonight’s on me. It’s my way of saying
sorry I’ve been unavailable lately
. Just lots happening at work.”

“You don’t need to do that. But thanks.”

Cierra’s knees hurt and her neck ached, being under the table made her contort to a position similar to one in the dog cage. She couldn’t sit upright or stretch out her legs. At least this duty saved her ass and cunt from cocks. Her holes were raw. Nevertheless, she dripped with need and rubbed herself whenever possible.

Mistress Debbie warned of caning if any member left her table unsatisfied. Cierra experienced the cane a few times in her old life with Liam as well as upon her initiation. It isn’t an experience she cared to repeat. The men knew she was under the table. They would snap their fingers or pat their legs to call her to their seat. Currently she had multiple cocks in various stages of engorgement. She’d already sucked down multiple loads of emissions. Her nearly empty stomach fought with the varying tastes. Thankfully, some of the men fed her scraps from their plates. It helped settle the nausea.

The cock in her mouth right now wasn’t the biggest she’d ever serviced. It was however, thick and pungent. The man held her body with his knees and secured the loop of her earring with his hand. There was enough tension to say,
you’re not leaving here bitch until I release you or, you’re gonna fucking get this ripped from your ear
. Cierra did her best to work him to his climax, she even used her hands to massage his hairy balls and her tongue to tantalize the sensitive underside of his shaft. It was as he began to shoot his fluid down her throat that Cierra feared she couldn’t take another drop. Her stomach began to revolt.

Taking advantage of the man’s temporary change of focus, Cierra pulled away, allowing him to ejaculate all over his jeans. She didn’t look back as she bolted from her station and ran for a bathroom. The man’s voice could be heard cussing up a storm, over the dull din of voices and music. Running from the poker room her breasts bounced under the thin t-shirt and her pussy clinched in fear. The closest bathroom was a men’s, but she didn’t care. Cierra’s goal was to not vomit on the floor. She made it to a stall just in time.

The lack of food and overabundance of cum was too much. It came back up in waves. When done, she knelt with her head on the cool steel seat with her skin flush, drenched with perspiration.
Maybe she would be able to resume her post unnoticed
? Cierra thought as she straightened her outfit and timidly opened the stall door. Amazingly, no one was in the small room. She went to the sink to wash out her mouth. Suddenly, the sound of music filled the tiled room. Petrified, Cierra looked into the mirror to see Clinton entering. Her cunt clenched, and she fell to the floor in submission. She swallowed the water she’d intended to spit.

He lifted her body by the roots of her red hair. “Slave, what did you do?”

“I’m so sorry, Master. I needed to vomit. I think I ate too much cum…” Her words were silenced by the slap of his hand.

“Do you think you can leave your post at your own discretion?”

Her voice now fought to answer over the sobs that came from her chest. “No, Sir. I just didn’t want to…”

Another slap, “Do you think we fucking care what you want?" He lifted her limp body and turned her toward the sink. “Hold on, bitch. Your punishment starts now.”

Cierra obeyed and gripped the cool porcelain bowl. Looking into the mirror, she viewed a red haired slut with black streaked cheeks. Behind the pathetic slave, Clinton’s wide chest filled the width of the looking glass. She could see his unbuttoned suit jacket. His tie and shirt were in place. She couldn’t see, but guessed his belt and trousers were also intact. The overseer merely unzipped his trousers and removed his engorged cock. This verified Cierra’s worthlessness. She didn’t deserve anything more than a punishment fuck. “Spread your legs, slut, and loosen your hole. I’m fucking your ass." She pushed her ass out in obedience, but terror seized her insides as she realized, he wasn’t using lubricant. The numerous recent invasions had her sore and tender.

His shaft was large, no doubt enlarged with power. Feeling the pain as he spread her butt cheeks and assaulted her tender skin, Cierra screamed in agony. “Shut the fuck up or you’re getting more.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” She managed between whimpers.

“You will." There was no room for argument. In and out he thrust himself. His balls bounced on her tender ass as he pushed. Holding her ass and forcing her to bend forward he plunged deeper and deeper. Cierra managed to remain silent, but she couldn’t stop the tears that ran like black streams over her painted cheeks. It was right before he ejaculated that he reached around and flicked her clitoris. The sensation caused the intense pain to shift to electricity. She forgot the permission rule, a memory lapse that would cost her, and as his fingers penetrated her wet cunt, her body shook in waves of orgasmic convulsions. “You are a natural slut.”

Cierra couldn’t believe that she’d actually come, while he’d been abusing her so violently. He made her lick him clean, first his fingers then his cock. When she was done, he continued his discipline, in a very businesslike tone. “Leaving your post is a serious offense. Coming without permission is also a punishable offense. Follow me.”

Cierra walked a step behind Master Clinton, obediently propelling herself to her unknown punishment. She could feel her cum slick thighs rubbing as her juices intermixed with the ones seeping from her tight hole. He refused permission for her to clean herself.

They went back into the poker room. Clinton forced Cierra onto a raised platform. He took a microphone and spoke to the crowd. The room contained multiple poker tables. The dealers were male Inferno employees and each table held five to seven men, with stacks of chips and glasses of liquor. The only females within the room were waitresses and slaves under tables. They knew better than to speak and kept their eyes diverted.

Clinton’s voice resonated respectfully over the clamor of the room. “Gentlemen, please excuse the interruption. As you know, here at Creation Inferno we pride ourselves on service." The men murmured in agreement, “Unfortunately, I have a slut here with us today who is new to this job. She decided to deviate from her duties tonight and left her post without permission." The murmurs continued. Clinton directed Cierra to kneel, face to the ground. “I ask you gentlemen, seeing as this slut is new, should we go easy on her tonight?”

Resounding from the floor, “No!”

Cierra’s heartbeat intensified, she had no idea what was about to happen, but she knew it wouldn’t be good. “Should she be punished for her offense?”

“Yes!” Her wet thighs became wetter as her cunt throbbed in anticipation.

“Master James, I believe this cunt owes you an apology. Would you like to punish her yourself or would you prefer to watch, as I do it.”

The same voice that cussed as she ran from her post could be heard throughout the large room. Because Cierra’s face was on the dusty floor of the platform, she couldn’t see the man, but she could hear his response. “I think I’d like to beat her ass here and then take her elsewhere for that apology.”

The room erupted in cheers.

“Very well, Master James. We want all our members to be satisfied. If that will make you happy, you may do as you please." More cheers. Cierra could hear the commotion as Master James approached the stage. Next, she heard Masters Clinton and James discuss bondage appropriate for her beating. Cierra wept silently as she listened to her fate being debated.

They secured her wrists with wide leather cuffs that were then connected. Her ankles were bound in similar leather cuffs and secured to a two foot long bar. Master Clinton referred to it as a spreader. This kept her legs separated and her pussy vulnerable. The degradation of everyone seeing her wet thighs, added to her humiliation. Her wrist cuffs were attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling. They raised the chain, stretching her, until the balls of her feet and toes brushed the floor. Master James enjoyed the placing of the ball gag into her mouth. When he did, he whispered, “Bitch, you are going to be sorry you fucked with me." He was right; she was already very sorry. She tried to convey that with her eyes, praying for some sympathy. It didn’t come.

The instrument of choice was a long leather whip. It reminded Cierra of
Indiana
Jones
. The room of men hushed as Master James practiced the flicking of the leather. The whistling and crack instigated an eruption of cheers. It was good that Cierra had the ball gag. There was no way she could suppress her screams or fear. Spittle dripped from her mouth as tears and snot ran down her face. Even with blurred vision, she could see Master James as he took aim. She saw his arm rear back, heard the whistle, and felt the crack. The impact simultaneously produced agonizing pain and the crowd’s approving cheer. The number of blows was at Master James’ discretion. His desire to have her conscious for her apology is the only reason he finally stopped the assault.

They chose to leave her sweat drenched, welted body on display until the time he chose to take her to a back room. This public display allowed her abuser the opportunity to play more poker, while simultaneously adding to her shame. Another club slut was assigned to keep her conscious. Cierra would have begged for mercy, but the gag was still in place. Each time her eyes closed, the slut applied an electrical wand. It delivered a painful current, causing her body to convulse. Before long, Cierra feared blinking.

Chapter Ten

The terror that met Cierra as she woke triggered hyperventilation. She fought to inhale. Her lungs couldn’t seem to enlarge properly and fill with oxygen. The stagnant air smelled vile and refused to flow. The acid stench caused her stomach to once again revolt. The vomit added to the putrid odor within the box. She didn’t know what this meant.
Was she being punished or shipped
?

The last thing Cierra remembered was being in a small room with a dirty mattress and Master James. She tried to obey his every command, but after fucking her, he tied her to the mattress and wielded something he laughingly called the
pussy slapper
. She begged for mercy, apologized profusely, and promised services. Eventually, the pain overtook her, she must have fainted.

The total darkness increased her anxiety. She didn’t know how long she’d been in the crate, or how long she would be required to stay. She searched the darkness for a bottle of water, instead she found a bowl. Believing the contents felt like water, she lowered her lips and sucked.
They are turning me into an animal
. Degraded on her hands and knees, sucking stale water from a bowl, naked, abused, and filthy, she recognized with a tremendous sense of loss, the transition was nearly complete. How long had it been since she’d been in her apartment? Leaning against the rough side of the wooden box, Cierra shed tears no one would see.

Closing her eyes against her harsh reality, she allowed her mind a freedom that her body would never again enjoy. Fantasizing, her thoughts transported her from the cubical of shame to a place where she remained a slave, but a slave with one master. She thought about a clean bedroom, clean sheets, and silk scarves securing her to a large bed. The man before her held an instrument of torture, teasing her tender breasts and wet cunt. However, that man wasn’t filled with rage. No, it was love and domination she witnessed in his eyes.

Was he going to hurt her, cause her pain? Yes. Would they both enjoy every minute of his dominance? Without a doubt! When he was done with the whip, she would be required to thank him for his correction. Next, she would beg for his cock. If his chose to accommodate, he would fuck her.

Striving for the unobtainable climax, her fingers rubbing her clit with vigor, she audibly requests her master’s permission for orgasm. In her fantasy, he makes her wait. She shudders as her hand moves to her wet slit and plunges in and out of her swollen pussy. Then, her imaginary master rubs his stubbly chin on her collar, instigating goose bumps up and down her legs, and whispers, “Beg, slave.”

Her body trembles as she works to contain the orgasm. “Please Master, please allow your slave to come.”

With her fingers substituting for the thick cock she imagined, the rich husky voice in her head offers approval at his slave’s control. “Now, you may come.”

Wave after wave of ecstasy flows over her battered body as she hears herself reply, “Thank you, Master Troy, I love you.”