The Domination of Diana (7 page)

Roughly, hands pulled her from the box. Her weak legs trembled as she tried to stand and listen to the voices. “Look at her."

“Yeah nice ass, I’m taking some of that."

“I think I want to come all over those tits." The voices came from different directions. She nervously turned toward each one. Shielding her body from their eyes was impossible. Her hands were still bound behind her back. The voices continued their assessment. One voice stood out, deeper than the rest. Diana wondered if that was the man in charge.

Without warning the hood came off her head. Her eyes fought to adjust to the light and her nose flared with fresh air. Her once pretty blond hair, stuck to her head with glue made of her own sweat, while her face dripped with tears, snot, and drool. The man before her was large like a football player. His skin was dark. When he spoke, she knew he was the man with the deep voice. “I am removing the gag. Don’t scream, bitch, or I will put it back on.”

“Not before she sucks my cock."

Diana couldn’t see the person who added his plan. Her eyes bonded to the mountain of man before her.

“Do you understand?” The boss man asked.

Diana nodded her head. This has to be wrong. Didn’t Liam say he was protecting me?

She stretched her jaw after the removal of the gag. However, before she could relish the loss of the rubber ball or assess her new surroundings hands grabbed her from behind. Unwittingly she screamed. Boss man’s large hand struck her cheek. If it weren’t for the hands that seized her shoulders, she would have fallen.

“I said not to scream, bitch!"

“I am sorry. Please, something is wrong. My fiancé is an investment broker. He can pay you…" She didn’t get to finish her sentence. Boss man’s hand contacted her cheek again.

“You are a slave. You do not speak without permission. And you never address a male without saying Master.”

Diana’s eyes filled with tears. The pain in her left cheek led her to believe it was beginning to swell. “Yes, Master,” came meekly from her raw lips.

The hands that held her moved to her hips and pushed her forward, causing her to bend and expose her beaten ass. “Looks like Mr. Diamond had some fun with this round ass.”

“Not as much fun as we’ll have,” said another unknown voice followed by laughter.

Then others added their agreement. “It will look even better with a diamond on that cheek.” Without warning the anal plug was removed.

Boss man spoke again, “On your knees, cunt.” She fell to the concrete ground, “Lips on my shoe." She obeyed, lifting her battered ass in the air. “Lick it." Her tongue tasted the dirt and grit on the top of his work boot. The others laughed and bantered.

“Yeah, she’s going to use that tongue on me."

“I want to feel it on my hole,” more laughter.

Next, someone pressed her face into the floor and pulled the dildo from her cunt. “Check this out boys, its dripping.” She tried to hide her embarrassment. They were right. Her cunt clenched, as hot thick come seeped from her swollen lips.

“Make her suck it clean." The faces now came into range. She counted five, including boss man. Wasn’t this every woman’s dream? The idea of being kidnapped by strangers, forced to provide sexual pleasures, and humiliated for their enjoyment. To soon the reality of dream verses nightmare would materialize.

Assuming the position Liam taught her, a skinny wiry guy forced the wet dildo into her mouth. She sucked and slurped recognizing the taste of her own cum. Boss man waited a few minutes and took over instruction. He pulled the silicone dick from her mouth and said, “Fuck that. You are sucking me instead of that piece of plastic." He unzipped his pants and unfolded his shaft. Diana’s eyes enlarged as she viewed his cock. It was bigger than Liam’s. The idea of sucking his piece terrified her. She didn’t have time to contemplate. He stepped forward, grabbed her hair, and forced his cock deep into her throat. No struggling or gagging was permitted. Any sign of disobedience resulted in swift corporal punishment. Physical retribution brought these men as much joy as sexual domination.

Later Diana wouldn’t be able to recall how long the abuse lasted, or how long they used her. Nevertheless, use her, they did. She sucked every cock, swallowing every drop of semen. At times, the men chose to spray their emissions onto her hair, tits, and stomach. They fucked her pussy, mouth, and ass. At one point she had three cocks inside of her. The astronomical pain made her fear she would split open. Never had she considered that she could simultaneously withstand a penis in her vagina and ass. She would have screamed, but the cock in her mouth demanded attention.

Boss man made her beg for every abuse. “Please, Master, fuck my mouth." “Please, Master, beat my pussy with your belt." “Please, Master, make me cry in pain." Then she was required to thank them for their cruelty. “Thank you, Master, for hurting me." “Thank you for training me to be a better slave."

At one point she begged for a bathroom. Boss man laughed and told her to squat and pee. The humiliating act reduced her to tears. At the same time her cunt throbbed. She lowered her ass and tried to release the urine. The eyes of all five men made it difficult to relax the necessary muscles. A few lashes with one of their belts provided the incentive to allow the urine to stream onto the cement floor. She tried to keep it away from her feet. When she finished, Boss man told her to lie down in the puddle. The warehouse cooled her, yet, the warm pee combined with embarrassment made her cheeks redden.

Another activity, for the amusement of these trainers, included various items for whipping. One of them secured a chain from a beam and strung Diana by her wrists. She strained, as only her toes remained earthbound. The cane proved the most painful. She was able to compare that to a leather whip, riding crop, and belt. Beatings served as intermission, as well as an aphrodisiac, for rock hard sex again and again.

She strived for obedience and tried to refrain from crying or screaming. Sometimes the agony was too intense, she couldn’t stop herself. Begging only met reproach. However, at times, begging for relief was all that she could manage.

When they finally finished, she prayed they would take her to Liam. Boss man could tell him that she’d endured everything they sent her way. Liam would be proud, clean her, and comfort her wounds. That didn’t happen.

Boss man gave a countdown, “We need to finish with this bitch. Ten more minutes, if you kill her, you'll have to pay for her. And the fuck’n cunt is spent. She’s not worth a dime." His demeaning words made her swollen aching pussy spasm. “Alright, put the bitch back. It’s time to go.”

Diana hadn’t even considered the possibility of going back in that box. When one of the men led her in that direction and reality hit, she panicked. It took two of them, plus multiple strikes, to calm her enough to place her in the crate.

Panic wouldn’t allow her to concentrate; she screamed and cried. They gave her two water bottles. Her hands were secured, in front of her body. She could lift a bottle. Before giving her the water, skinny guy drank some of each one and jacked off to refill each bottle. Shaking the contents, mixing the water with cum, he threw the bottles into her crate. “Remember me, cunt."

They didn’t make her wear the gag. Just before they refastened the lid Diana asked, “Please, Master, how long will I be in here?”

Boss man shrugged. “If I were you, I’d go slow on that water. It may need to last you a few days. I ain’t never seen them make a bitch wait longer than a week." With that the world went dark.

She couldn’t sit or lay out straight. If she did sit, her head had to be between her knees. There was no place for her to urinate of defecate. They left her crate in the abandoned warehouse/garage. After her hysteria calmed, she noticed the drop in temperature. Well, it is February in Chicago. The resounding silence of the garage ate away at her nerves. After what seemed like a day or two, she noticed that she was constantly wet. With her hands in front of her, she could masturbate but her cum felt different, sticky. Of course, she’d gone too long without her pills. She was having a period.

Troy sipped the last of his Grey Goose. The flight attendant smiled as she offered him another drink. He shook his head and closed his eyes. In two hours he’d be back in Chicago. Where the hell is Diana? He thought about her apartment.

On Saturday after spending the afternoon with Nicole, he found himself banging on Diana’s door. She didn’t answer. Having a key, he entered. Things looked normal, except for the note on the kitchen table. It was from her.

Troy, if you found this, you have come looking for me. I am sorry, but when you wouldn’t answer my texts, I figured you knew everything. I didn’t mean to cheat on you, it just kept happening. I’m a slut and don’t deserve you. Please don’t try to contact me. I’m leaving town for a while. I am really sorry. Love forever, Diana

So many things about that note bothered Troy. The most obvious was her confession. Unbelievably, that wasn’t what ate at him. It was her signature. Long ago, very early in their courtship, he’d signed his notes “T” and she “D”. Of course, that wasn’t officially grounds for a police search but Troy believed it should be. Moreover, the cheating, if she had, they could work through it. Hell, he fantasized about Nicole almost as much as Diana. That didn’t warrant ending their relationship.

Enjoying the comfortable first class seat, sipping the eighty-proof vodka, and listening to the hum of the engines, he contemplated his fiancée. Something wasn’t right. He needed to speak to her. However, every call went to voice mail. Every text went unanswered. His meetings in New York were supposed to last until Friday, but the call from Diana’s office propelled him back to Chicago. Her supervisor wondered when she would return. Diana rarely missed work. She loved her career as a financial analyst, and it kept her hustling. Her blowing off her work didn’t make sense.

Troy’s new client in New York understood his personal issues. He agreed wedding planning can be stressful. Moreover, Troy needed to work things out. Then he would be able to concentrate on the client’s work.

Damn, Troy knew he should call Liam. The guy had left multiple texts and voice mails. They hadn’t spoken since Troy left him with Nicole. Now, with his knowledge of what Liam had done to her…

Yes, they’ve been friends for fifteen years. Yes, they’d been on the same football team and supported each other through high school and college dramas. But, since Liam’s real father, Carmichael, came into the picture Liam acted different. Troy had to wonder, could he possibly know anything about Diana?

Chapter Six

Diana’s mind registered the opening of the crate. She heard the voices and even felt the gloved hands pull her foul body from the wooden box. However, she’d been enclosed for too long. Her consciousness couldn’t understand, and her legs couldn’t support her weight. As the gloved hands released her arms, she fell to the floor in a heap.

Someone poured water down her throat, causing her to cough and choke. That with the air of the warehouse, devoid of the stench within the crate, helped to return her mind to present. Finally, Diana became aware of the voices talking above her. She looked up to see the expression of disgust on multiple faces. Recognizing Liam’s voice she lowered her head to the shiny shoes before her.

“Clean her, prepare her, and bring her to my office,” he said, as he pulled his shoe away from her lips. “Not yet, Sweetheart, I don’t want you to get my loafers dirty.”

Diana saw the repulsion in his eyes. The overwhelming indignity of her condition filled her chest with shame. Yet, her expression revealed the reverence reserved for the man who undoubtedly assured her release.

A woman fastened a leash to the leather collar, around Diana’s neck, and instructed Diana to come with her. Disgraced beyond anything she’d ever imagined, Diana didn’t attempt to stand. Her rank odor and filthy skin signified her status. She was not equal to this woman, or even deserved to stand in Liam’s presence. Struggling to her knees she crawled like a dog beside the woman. Diana’s muscles were slow to react after so much inactivity. The woman showed no patience for her sluggish pace. Using a riding crop, she propelled Diana at the appropriate speed.

The woman, Mistress Debbie, didn’t seem concerned about Diana’s filth as she required Diana to lick her black heeled shoes. “Lick them nice and clean. You are now an Inferno Slut. My job is to help train the club’s sluts. You will obey everything I say, or this five inch heel will be shoved up your ass. Do you understand?”

Between licks, Diana managed, “Yes, Mistress Debbie.”

Their walk took them through various rooms and halls. On multiple occasions Debbie required Diana to assume the position for different people. Men and women commented on her stench, each statement lowered Diana’s self-esteem and increased her arousal.

Finally, they reached a large tiled room with multiple shower heads. The cold tile soothed Diana’s raw knees, until she noticed the large hose in Debbie hands. Without warning, copious amounts of ice cold water assaulted Diana’s body. The force knocked her to the floor. She attempted to shield her eyes, leaving her mouth and nose vulnerable to the flushing invasion. Though coughing and spitting, she obeyed the mistress’s orders and spread her legs. More water struck her tender flesh.

When Mistress Debbie revealed a hose similar to one seen in millions of backyards, Diana began to weep. First, Mistress Debbie required Diana to insert the tip into her vagina and with the water off, masturbate. Soaking wet and shivering, Diana performed.

“You’d better do better than that if you plan to make it here. Just imagine doing that on stage, showing off your rancid pussy to fifty men, ten of whom will have their cocks inside of you in the next hour." Debbie laughed as Diana’s body began to gyrate.

The idea of public exhibition made Diana cream, the hose moved in and out with ease. She wished it were thicker. Diana’s empty stomach twisted; her hunger made concentration difficult. “Please Mistress Debbie, I am so hungry.”

The dominatrix didn’t respond. Instead her tall black shoes echoed on the tile as she walked toward a dry wall and removed her small skirt. Placing her palms against the cool tile and exposing her ass and glistening cunt, she offered Diana a meal. “Eat me slut, and make me come.”