Message-ID: <20819eli$9903280436@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: auryman@aol.com (AuryMan) Subject: Diane's Mistake 16/21 (M+F, nc, blackmail, bdsm, etc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990328011505.17705.00001177@ng12.aol.com> WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY, and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar behavior. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. All names are fictitious. The acts described herein are illegal, and are not condoned by the author. This work is to be read by PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law. If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING! =============================== SubDiane's Mistake Chapter 16 After her humiliation in the sauna, Diane didn't feel she could go home. She drifted around town, shopping, sipping coffee in espresso bars, nosing around in bookstores. She didn't want to go home and face everything she'd find there: the email, her husband, her daughter, her life. It was getting close to four o'clock when she finally pulled up in her driveway. Like it or not, this was her life and she had to go back to it. She was the first one home and she immediately went to the PC to find out what they were going to want next. The email told her that she had the weekend "off", but she was to do at least two sex chats and email the logs to SumwonElz. Things would start up again on Monday. The instructions were to show up at the Motel 6 again, this time wearing a red blazer and a leather bra underneath. She was to find a bra that would leave her nipples exposed. She could wear whatever else she wanted, pants, skirt, but they were to be black. The email said to be at the hotel at 11, and to make sure she didn't skip her workout at the gym. There were dozens of other emails from strangers who'd heard about her via postings SumwonElz had done in a variety of sex-related newsgroups. There were still no instructions from him about how to handle them, so she deleted them all quickly. + + + On Saturday, she told her husband she needed to go shopping for clothes for a dinner party they were invited to in a week or two. He was busy with his reading and nodded, ignoring her. She wondered for a moment whether he'd even care if they delivered the logs, but then she realized what would happen and left the house. Diane drove to the Erotic Warehouse again and looked around for the leather clothes she needed. They had several different kinds. She selected one that fit the requirements and paid cash. Then, she shopped for a red blazer. She had two at home, but didn't want to corrupt them with the stench of what her life was becoming. + + + That night when everyone was in bed, she signed on again. There were more emails asking for meetings. Many of them were referring to places in Chicago. Did they know? She checked her profile. He' changed it again. Mentioned her city and listed a whole new set of sick hobbies. She winced when she saw he'd added "enemas" to the list from last time. Several IMs sprang to life on her screen. She went through the motions of the online chats without any energy at all, just the knowledge that if she didn't play the game, her logs wouldn't be convincing and who knew what they'd do to her? + + + Monday morning, she woke up with a feeling of optimism. She couldn't explain it. Nothing had changed in her life, she'd mailed the logs Saturday night (actually Sunday morning) and had no response. Maybe the lack of response made her think he'd moved on? She made coffee and toast for herself, ignored the temptation to check the computer. There was an assignment and if he had anything else to add, fuck him. She'd go through the motions of Friday's assignment and to hell with them all. Her rebellious feelings faded slowly but by the time she got to the gym, they were gone. She saw Liz and was again confronted with the reality of her situations. She was a whore. They told her when and who to fuck. It was that simple. "Come on, let's get on with it!" Liz said, giving her a hug around the shoulder. "You look so forlorn today!" She didn't wait for an answer, just walked off to work with one of the other customers. Diane dressed and went into her routine. She saw Liz watching her now and then, checking on her, giving her stern looks when she didn't seem to be sweating hard enough. When she finished, she went into the showers and let the hot water wash away the pain in her muscles. She stepped out of the shower and walked back to the locker room. Liz was there, standing beside her locker. The locker was open. "I just wanted to reassure you that it's OK to dress here, no need to change into your uniform in the car or anything like that," Liz said with a twisted smile. She reached into the locker and took the leather bra out of a crumpled brown bag. "Don't be shy, go ahead and put it on." She threw it to Diane. Diane looked around the room. At least they were alone. "Do you..." "Shut up and put it on," Liz barked. Diane threw the towel into the basket and took the bra from her. She wrapped it around herself and buckled it into place. Liz helped her, adjusting the cups and tugging her nipples until they were centered through the round openings. "It's a nice look for you," Liz said. She leaned forward and gave Diane a kiss on the lips, then turned and walked back out to the gym floor. Diane felt weak, how much was she going to be subjected to? + + + Diane showed up at the hotel room number she'd been given at precisely eleven. When she knocked, the door opened and she was waved inside by a middle aged man in a suit. He didn't speak much, just laid $50 on the dresser and started undressing. She took her cue and removed her clothes. It was a mechanical fuck, he climbed on top of her, grunted a few times, and got off. Then, he stood up, got dressed and left. She put her head down in her hands and sobbed slightly. This didn't even have the excitement of the cyber fucks she'd had on the weekend. When she'd pulled on her clothes and got down to the car, there was a note on the windshield. She was to go to another room right away. She looked back at the hotel and saw that a man was standing in a window on the second floor looking at her. The note said room 210. She climbed the stairs and looked. Room 210 was the room with the curtains open and the man standing, watching. "So, you just finished one downstairs?" he asked as he slipped off his shoes. "Yes," she answered, wondering what his game was. "Did it feel good?" He was unbuttoning his shirt. "Feel good?" "You know. Did you like it?" She felt trapped. What was the right answer, what was he fishing for? "It was all right," she said, trying to steer a middle course. "Well, I just wondered. You know. You must do it all day long, I always wondered what that was like..." He was naked now except for his briefs. "Are we going to talk?" she asked, hoping she might get away with not fucking him by telling him a story. Maybe he wanted to masturbate. "No, I was just trying to be polite. Come on over here and kiss me." She raised her hand. "We don't kiss, that's part of the deal." "I paid extra and I was told you'll kiss me." He stepped closer, his arms out and his cock half erect already. Diane knew this was part of what they were using her for and knew she couldn't resist. She raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck. His mouth opened and he stuck a wet tongue between her lips. She opened her mouth wide, gagging on his foul breath. He was slurping and dripping down her cheek and she had to close her eyes to keep from passing out. "C'mon baby, you know you love it," he muttered between kisses. His hands were on her ass, squeezing tight. He moved one hand around to her cunt and slid a finger inside her. "You're going to love this..." She opened her legs, trying to let him in without hurting her. He was clumsy and anxious. "Baby, I'd love to feel you inside me," she moaned, trying to move him along. "Oh yeah, see?" he said with a triumphant sound. "You're gonna love it." She laid down on the bed, spread her legs and he climbed on top of her. He pumped quick and hard, anxiously working himself inside her. "Oh lover, come on!" she cooed. He came in minutes. + + + Back at the car again, she found another note. They were keeping close to her today. The note listed an address in one of the middle-income suburbs and just said "drive there." She crumpled it and threw it on the ground. The address was about fifteen minutes away and when she arrived, there were two cars parked outside. The house had a FOR SALE sign on the lawn. She parked and walked up the steps to the front door. "Ah, we've been waiting for you!" said one of the two men inside. "This is going to be the perfect place for the two of you, just wait and see!" Obviously the salesman, she thought. The other man was dressed in a black suit and didn't say anything. He just nodded to her, indicating she should enter. "So, where do you want to start the tour?" he asked. "The basement," the man in black said in a flat voice. "Sure, sure. Come on around here." The salesman went on and on about the living room and kitchen as he walked them to the steps. Diane nodded her head and muttered "oh yes" now and then to try and make this surreal situation seem somewhat more normal. "As you can see, they've rewired everything but the basement is not finished..." the man was saying. The man in black raised his hand and the salesman stopped talking. "Diane, come over here to the middle of the room." She followed him. "Now, raise your arms above your head and see if you can grasp the beams." She looked at the salesman who had a nervous look on his face. Her arms went up. The ceiling was higher than normal, she could barely touch the crossbeams. "Do you think they're strong enough to support her weight?" the man in black asked the salesman. "Excuse me?" he muttered. "Never mind. Diane, step over to the wall." She lowered her arms and walked to the concrete wall. The man in black stepped up to her and pulled off the blazer. The salesman's eyes bulged as he saw her nipples poking through the leather. "Now, face the wall, arms spread wide, press against the stone." She assumed the position he was describing. He walked to the wall and pressed her left knee with his hand. "Spread them a bit wider." She turned red, wondering what the salesman was thinking. She turned her head away from him. "This is good. I think we can make the necessary arrangements. Stay there a few minutes while I look at the rest of the house." The man in black went back to the staircase and walked up. Diane kept her eyes closed. Her thoughts were racing. What would the salesman think? What would he do? She heard the footsteps upstairs walking slowly through the dining room, kitchen, bedrooms. The salesman didn't budge as near as she could tell. There were no noises in the basement at all. After what seemed like a long, long time, the man in black came back down the stairs. "We'll take it. I think it's fine. Diane, go up to the bedroom and take off the blazer and your pants." He motioned for the salesman to go up the stairs ahead of him. The two of them walked outside and talked at the curb while Diane walked up and found the bedroom. She removed the blazer and her pants, shoes, panties, and stockings. There were no curtains on the window and she looked out. They were still talking. She sat down beside the door and waited. The salesman walked into the room and looked at her. "He's gone. I guess you can go too." She looked at him. He wasn't going to fuck her. She somehow felt more totally humiliated by the fact that this man was not a paying customer. "Hope you like the place," he said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. He dropped a business card on the floor beside her, then turned and walked away. She leaned forward and cried for a long time before she got dressed and left. + + + end of chapter 16 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----