The Domination of Diana (16 page)

Kneeling on the floor, holding Liam by the collar of his shirt, “You are fucking pathetic. I could beat the shit out of you. And, after what I saw you do to Nicole, and now, what I suspect you’ve done to Diana…” Troy paused, thinking about his next words. “Do you fucking know? I could kill you right now."

Liam didn’t answer. Troy pushed Liam’s head into the floor, “Do you, asshole? Do you know that I could kill you?”

Liam couldn’t fight it any more… “Bro, what the hell? We’re talk’n fucking cunts. They don’t mean shit. They can’t stop what we have… all the history.”

Troy righted William Diamond, straightened his shirt, and took a deep breath. Liam’s left cheek was beginning to grow. There is no doubt his eye would be black by tomorrow. He inhaled and exhaled. Troy spoke. “You’re right, Liam. We have history. So that’s why, you’re going to accept my offer.”

Liam scrambled, trying to understand Troy’s meaning. Finally, resigned to his confusion, he asked, “What do you mean?”

Troy pulled a roll of cash from his pocket. He counted off five thousand dollars. “I am buying another slave. I just purchased Diana for thirteen five, now, for an additional $5,000 I am buying Nicole. You may remember her. She is one of your club sluts. You beat the shit out of her two weeks ago, with me. Then you sentenced her to a box as punishment for passing out during your tirade." He regained his grip on Liam’s collar. “Is it coming back to you?”

“You missed her. She went to auction with your cunt.”

“No. She was supposed to be at auction. She is here. Get her now.”

“Even with the friends and family discount, that slut is worth more than $5,000." Liam’s tone made Troy want to pummel his ass into the parking lot!

Troy released Liam. He stepped back. “You are absolutely correct. Nicole is worth a lot more than $5,000. So, if you will indulge me, I have some video on my phone of the slave auction I witnessed.”

“So fuck’n what?”

“Yeah, good question. I have heard that there are news stations, and radio stations, magazine and newspaper reporters that are interested in home video. Now, I realize many government officials are involved in dear old daddy’s enterprise. However, if my video goes viral… it will take those government officials, you, and your fucking daddy all down in a very public way!” Troy stepped back to let Liam process his options. “I am just wondering do you really want to be the one to bring Carmichael Diamond crashing down? I mean after all, he trusted you, and now the friend you invited to Inferno instigates his demise.”

Cierra wept silently as she laid hog tied on the cold concrete floor of the auction warehouse. She could hear muffled voices. However, once again her head was covered with a hood. This required her concentration to center on breathing through her mouth. Due to her sobs and labored oxygen intake, the inside of the hood sounded like Darth Vader. The external world and words of others were incomprehensible.

The dildo that remained in her ass was uncomfortable, although her priority remained on inhaling and exhaling. She had no idea where she was going or what her future held. It all occurred so fast.

***

A day ago she was at the Inferno. Things were getting better, beatings by Mistress Debbie and Master Clinton had decreased. She was accepting her place and learning her role. Everything changed with a visit to Master Diamond’s office.

Dressed in the waitress uniform, Cierra fell to her knees before the white haired leader.

“Miss O’Leary, stand.” Cierra obeyed, keeping her eyes reverently downcast. “I called you here today to discuss your employment.”

“Yes, Master Diamond.”

“I have received numerous reports regarding your inability to perform to our standards."

Cierra could hear her heart beating within her head, her empty stomach twisted, and she involuntarily began to tremble. “I am sorry, Sir, I am trying.”

“Silence, slave." There were two different sluts standing guard over the handsome older gentleman. Their amusement with the show could be seen in their patronizing smiles. Cierra hung her head in shame. “You will speak only when allowed." He paused, waiting if she would mistakenly challenge him. When she remained silent, he spoke again. “Now to continue, it has come to my attention that you have caught the eye of a very powerful guest. He visits from time to time to shop for personal whores. It seems that despite your behavioral issues, he finds you trainable. As a matter of fact, I have seen some of his sluts, the training methods in his country seem to produce very compliant slaves. He finds the breaking of an insolent cunt, a challenge." At first Cierra didn’t understand what Master Diamond was saying, but soon the meaning began to register. “It is true there will be a language gap, but I am certain my dear, you will be able to understand the meaning of their words, with negative reinforcements… auction… sold…”

The rest was a blur. She was crated once again as a means of travel. She wasn’t alone; she could hear the whimpers and cries of other females. When the crates were unloaded the females were unpacked and cleaned. Again cold water drenched her body, but then gloved hands with brushes scrubbed every inch of her body, inside and out. Next, the females were chained, gagged, and left naked in a big room. They were tethered to a long pipe and soon discovered that they could pull their chains to gather close to one another. The condemned slaves huddled for warmth and comfort.

Throughout the next few hours, females were taken and returned. No one could speak, but the torture was obvious. The tear stained faces, glistening thighs and red welts told most of the story. The last detail was the red oozing mark covered with gauze where the diamond had been, on each female’s ass. The auction company was branding each slave.

When it was Cierra’s turn, she screamed into her gag and violently fought the men who transported her from the room. That was a mistake; but her fight or flight instinct wouldn’t allow her to stop. Repeated thrashings adjusted her attitude. The man wielding the branding iron, casually discussed placement with another. Since Cierra had not received the diamond tattoo, it seemed that these men had leeway on the location. They discussed the ass, verses hip, verses upper thigh. Apparently, it is not good to brand over a welt, so those areas were avoided.

The anticipation was worse than the actual contact. The pain was swift, intense, and done. It was the sound of sizzling flesh, and the stench, that plummeted Cierra to a new low. She was now a branded animal, the transition was complete. She couldn’t see the mark, but the two men seemed satisfied. One of them laughed, “There you go 87-D469, be a good little slut or this tracking number will bring you back to us, and trust me, you don’t want that." Both men laughed.

“You know I could take a piece of this ass.”

“Yeah, me too, but we have six more bitches to brand.”

One man had his cock in his hand, “It is a tough job, but someone has to do it." With that, both men took their turn pounding Cierra’s pussy. Removing her gag, they also made her suck them, and thank them for their concern. After all, they carefully avoided coming on her new brand.

Prior to the auction, she was once again washed, and this time
made up
. A team of slaves painted her face and styled her hair. She didn’t fight and although the gag was gone, she didn’t protest. The branding did something. It wasn’t just the physical marking, it did something emotionally. She was strictly a vessel. Nothing other than compliance any longer mattered. Even during the auction, she could see the faces and hear the auctioneer’s voice, but everything was distant. She was present and not present. Her future was beyond her control, and her past was gone. This new vacant disposition was mimicked in her fellow slaves. They each had no more significance than a heifer paraded and purchased at a state fair.

Troy monitored Liam’s telephone. He insisted that Liam
call
Clinton to have Nicole brought to the office. He would not take a chance on Liam texting for help or reinforcements.

Despite his obvious defeat, Liam remained arrogant and pompous. This attitude continued to fuel Troy’s adrenaline. Once Liam called for Nicole, Troy navigated the next steps of his plan. “You will inform Clinton that because we are
friends
, you have agreed to allow me to purchase Nicole. You will then allow the two of us to leave your fine establishment. I do not want to hear from you, or even your fucking name, for the rest of my life. And, if you or any of your daddy’s henchmen ever try to contact Diana or Nicole, the video is viral. Believe me; it is safely stored in many locations. It will also automatically go viral, if anything happens to me and I don’t enter my code daily. You’d better pray I look both ways before crossing the fucking street."

“You have always been a fucking cunt. What are you going to do with these bitches, have a fucking sleep over and discuss feelings?”

“What
I
do with
my
slaves is
my
business, because, they
are now mine
!" Troy’s emphasis of certain words left nothing to Liam’s imagination. Troy continued, “I expect you to respect that. Or at least respect my threat." Liam huffed as Troy continued. “You will also tell Daddy Dearest that the sales are final and that you are the one who told me about the auction, again due to our long standing
friendship
.”

A knock interrupted the conversation. Troy went to the door and opened it a few millimeters. Clinton and Nicole stood on the other side. He opened it wider allowing the overseer and slave to enter. Troy then turned to Liam.

Liam stood, straightened his suit jacket, and ran his hand through his blonde hair. It was evident he was struggling with his next few words. Troy helped, “Thank you, Clinton. That is all. You may leave the slave and go.”

The greasy excuse for a man looked to Liam. Finally, the heir-apparent spoke, “Yes, Clinton, Mr. Palmer has made me an excellent offer. Let’s say it was difficult to refuse, given our long history. The bitch is now his. He is taking her with him now.”

Nicole’s knees gave way. She gasped as she fell to the floor. It was a combination bow and faint. She regained enough strength to maintain the prone position, but words seemed beyond her ability.

Troy grinned at his friend and then to Clinton. The overseer looked confused. Liam continued, “You may go. This transition is complete.”

“Mr. Diamond, this is highly irregular. Perhaps you should wait until Master Diamond…”

Liam cut him off. It was one thing to have his balls in Troy’s vice. It was another to be questioned by an employee in front of others, especially a fucking slave. “Perhaps you are in need of some behavioral modification, Mr. Clinton. My decision has been made. My last name is Diamond. I do not believe that is yours."

“I am sorry, Mr. Diamond. I will be going." Clinton stepped toward the bitch lying prone on the floor. “Should have fucking sent the stupid cunt to auction.” His foot progressed in a preliminary move toward kicking Nicole. Troy intervened.

“You are not planning on damaging my property, are you, Clinton?" The two men momentarily stood chest to chest. Troy stepped closer. Clinton muttered and turned to leave the room. Once the door was again closed, Troy continued, “Nicole, stand up."

She obeyed. Her bright green eyes momentarily reached to Troy and then fell reverently toward the floor. Her body trembled slightly as she stood silently before the two men.

Turning to Liam, Troy directed, “Unlock her collar."

Liam reached into his desk and found a ring of keys. Nicole’s trembling increased as Master Diamond inserted the key and turned the lock. The collar fell to the floor.

Troy smiled at the terrified girl and then at his
buddy
. “Good-bye. It has been a pleasure doing business with you." With that, he walked away. Without direction, his slave followed a pace behind. Just as he was about to pass the threshold of Liam’s office he turned back around. “I believe I have found a new best man, your services are no longer needed." They walked away.

Chapter Thirteen

Cierra savored the assault of warm water to her battered body. The hot liquid hit her bruised skin like needles waking her cold contracted muscles. She had never experienced such an amazing and painful sensation. The other slave, Juliana, didn’t give her a time limit for the shower. She told Cierra to wash and warm herself, use soap and shampoo. Then after her shower, she was to use lotions and creams to prepare herself for her new master.

With the heat, fragrant soaps, and aromatic shampoo she’d lost track of time. It had been so long since Cierra experienced a hot shower. With a sudden twinge of panic, she stepped from the steamy glass stall and contemplated the possible ramifications for lingering.

Turning toward the large lighted mirror, Diana fantasized about hotel rooms past. Getaways she’d shared with Troy and the luxuries she’d enjoyed. However, the unfamiliar reflection reminded Cierra of her current status. The short auburn hair that dripped onto her shoulders, the purple and green bruises from beatings and whippings, all nullified her daydreams. Those memories were fantasies. Today and from now on, she is only a slave, a slut owned by an unknown individual.

Cierra contemplated her new master. Master Diamond spoke of language barriers and a different country. Yet, when the other slave, Juliana, took Cierra from the auction house, she didn’t mention any of that. If Cierra was to be shipped overseas, why was she now in this expensive hotel suite in Chicago? It seemed strange that Juliana didn’t even try to hide their location. She also did not tell Cierra anything about her new master, other than he would be here later, and Cierra needed to be ready.

The knock on the bathroom door brought Cierra back to present causing her to jump. She trembled in anticipation of punishment for remaining too long within the bathroom. Timidly Cierra responded to the knock, pulling the unlocked door toward her. The slave on the other side was the most contented female Cierra had yet to encounter in this world. Cierra lowered her eyes, “I am sorry if I am taking too long.”