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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!
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SubDiane's Mistake
Chapter 18
Diane cried for quite a while in the shower that afternoon. She'd made it home
by four, hoped she had enough time to wash up and dress before James showed up
for their shopping trip. She was terrified that the whipping had left marks
and that he would see them.
When she got out of the shower, she forced herself to loook at her back in the
mirror. Sure enough, there were marks. They looked like they might go away in
a couple of days but they would be impossible to explain.
She considered letting him see them, revealing everything, begging for help and
forgiveness. But she didn't trust his response. It all started with her
cybersex, she recalled, and he would remind her of that. Hold it over her
head. Maybe divorce her, throw her out, ruin her.
They went shopping that night, bought more materials for the work they were
doing on the basement, then office supplies for a pamphlet he was
self-publishing on the evils of the internet. He had her read it in the car.
It outlined how was the tool of the devil and was robbing children of their
innocence, couples of their privacy, and unpopular ideas of their audience.
Even though, he argued, everyone was granted a forum for expressing opinions,
the glut of information would cause the right opinions - and he outlined
several of his favorite websites as examples - would be lost in the data
explosion.
She tensed as she read three paragraphs outlining couples whose marriages had
been ruined when the husband or wife ran off with a lover met in cyberspace.
It even talked about sex in chat rooms and the possibility of blackmail
resulting from those encounters.
Did he know? Was he involved? She looked at James with a fresh curiousity.
Was there any chance, any chance at all, that he was INVOLVED in the entire
thing? Some way of sneaking excitement into their sex life?
She rejected the thought but it nagged at the back of her head for the rest of
the night.
+ + +
Diane was changing into her exercise sweats when two huge men walked into the
ladies dressing room. They ordered two of the other women who were there out,
Diane was to stay. She recognized them, she'd seen them in the gym pretty
consistently since she'd joined. They were six foot plus, two-hundred pound
masses of buffed up bodybuilder.
"Get out of those," one of them ordered her.
"Excuse me?" she said, hoping it might have some effect.
They looked at each other and laughed. "Do you want to do it or do you want us
to do it?"
She pulled the sweats off and stood in her bra and panties.
"Off."
She looked toward the door, then toward the stalls, hoping no one would walk
in. She pulled off her bra and panties.
"Good. Now, pull on this." He handed her a jet black Spandex body stocking.
It looked like a doll's outfit there in his hand. She couldn't believe the
fabric would stretch enough to cover her entire body. Tentatively, she slid
her left foot into the stocking. As she pulled it on, it fit snugly all the
way to her thigh. She pulled on the right leg, then tugged the suit over her
hips. She noticed that the material had some 'give' and looked down. The
crotch was cut out and her cunt was exposed. The fabric around the edges of
the cut were reinforced. At least it wouldn't unravel. At its widest, the
opening was only about an inch, but that was enough for the hairs and part of
her lips to show through. She looked at them. Their faces revealed nothing.
The snug fabric tugged between her legs as she pulled it up over her breasts,
then slid her arms into the sleeves. There was material that came down over
her hands, a strap that ran across the web between her thumb and index finger.
Her fingers and thumbs were exposed. The top was a small scoop just below the
base of her neck.
"I can't go out like this!" she protested.
One of them handed her a small piece of material. She recognized it - it was a
bright red thong, like the white one they'd given her when this all began. She
stepped into it and pulled it up between her legs.
"That covers you, doesn't it?"
In her mind, it might as well have been a bandaid. If she moved too much
either way, it might slip, she would be exposed to anyone's view.
"Get your sneakers on and let's go."
She was gripped by panic. Her mind raced. How could she avoid this? The
voice yesterday had mentioned humiliation - they weren't kidding.
"Listen, listen, I have an idea..." Diane pulled the thong off and threw it
across the room. She walked to the first man and wrapped her arms around him.
"Fuck me. Take me here, come on, I'll do anything you ask. I've been fucking
like mad the last few weeks and I really need some cock. Please, let's just
stay here and fuck..." She was rubbing against him, took his hand and slid it
down her belly to the opening in the body suit.
The two men looked at each other and grinned. "Well, hey, who'll know?"
The other man turned to Diane. "OK, but you need to get on your knees and take
it like a dog. Like a hot bitch in heat. That's what you are, isn't it?"
She turned red but saw she could avoid going out into the gym. "Will you lock
the door?"
"Hell, no."
"Hey, it could be our jobs..."
"You're right. Come on, let's take her back into the laundry room."
Diane pulled the thong back into place and the three of them walked through the
gym and into the laundry. The took turns at her, fucking her twice each. One
of them picked the thong up off of the ground.
"Have a nice day," he said, walking out the door, thong in hand.
She looked around, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her waist. She walked
back through the gym to the women's locker room, got dressed, and headed out to
her car in the parking lot. She felt like she'd won some slight kind of
victory.
+ + +
There was a man leaning against the driver's door of Diane's minivan. She was
several cars away when she saw him. He looked directly at her and didn't say
anything until she was standing near the front of her own car.
"Hello, Diane. I could use a ride. We're both going to the same place, after
all." He gave he a wide smile and motioed for her to open the door. She took
out her key and unlocked the driver's door. The stranger walked around to the
other door, opened it and climbed in.
"Where are we going?" she asked. Her hands were tense on the steering wheel
and she was staring straight ahead.
"Start the car."
Diane reached for the key and turned it. The engine turned and caught quickly.
"Go on, get out into traffic."
She backed out of the parking space and pulled out of the lot and onto the main
road. He gave her instructions as they drove. She started to recognize some
of the streets and thought she knew where they were going.
When he had her pull into the driveway, she was certain. It was the same house
she'd been taken instructed to drive to the other day.
"Pull into the drive and park in the back." When she'd parked, he opened his
door and walked around. He opened her door, then led her in through the back
door of the house. They walked down the stairs to the basement again.
The windows were still covered but there was a lamp. Diane looked around the
room. There were a variety of devices hanging from hooks on the walls -
devices made of wood, metal, leather, chains and other materials she didn't
recognize.
There were also two other people there. She recognized the woman from her last
visit. And there was another man, dressed in blue and leaning against the
wall.
"Strip," he told her.
When she was naked, the woman approached her again and restrained her in the
same position as last time, using the ropes and cuffs from the ceiling to
secure her. This time, the woman also buckled her into a spreader bar - a four
foot wide metal pipe with soft leather cuffs at each end. They fitted he with
the vibrator and headphones again. This time, they didn't put the hood over
her head. She could see them and watched them watch her.
The routine was the same as last time. They made her listen to audiotapes of
herself being used by a variety of her "customers" while the vibrator buzzed
gently between her legs.
She tried to hold off the first orgasm but couldn't. From then on, she knew it
was hopeless. She surrendered to it, even though she could see them watching
her. Sometimes they would comment on how she looked. Several times, one or
another of them would approach and touch her. Licking a nipple. Fingering her
cunt. Slapping her bottom.
She came over and over, some of them close together, sometimes she was able to
think about other things and resist. But, eventually, she'd come back to the
feeling. They knew it and she knew that they knew.
Finally, they let her down. It was the same as last time, she collapsed to the
floor. Her legs wouldn't support her. The woman threw her clothes on the
floor in front of her.
"You have ten minutes to be out of the house. Take the weekend off, but look
for mail on Sunday night. Monday is going to be a busy day for you."
+ + + end of chapter 18
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