Message-ID: <20899eli$9904010438@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: auryman@aol.com (AuryMan) Subject: Diane's Mistake 21/21 (M+F, nc, blackmail, bdsm, etc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Authentication-Warning: backdraft.philabs.research.philips.com: smap set sender to using -f 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: <19990331235427.17904.00000789@ng34.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! =============================== Diane's Mistake Chapter 21 The parking lot of the Motel 6 was beginning to look familiar, Diane reflected. The phone booth on one corner, the dumpster at the far end, the potted plants around the door of the lobby. She searched the parking lot as she walked along the second story walkway, looking for the assigned room. No one was pulling in. They were either there already or coming soon. At room 226, she stopped and knocked. A woman answered. She waved Diane in and told her to get naked and sit on the bed. Diane started removing her clothes. The woman sat at the desk near the open window and started typing on a laptop computer. "I have a chat going. I want you to finish it for me. Four very horny young men. All of them think I'm naked in a motel room at Motel 6 just outside Chicago." She was typing away as she talked. "They've just tied me to a bed, face down, and are taking turns feeling me up and poking their fingers into my cunt." Diane folded her clothes and put them on the dresser. She looked out the window. They were on the second floor, it wasn't likely anyone would look in and see her. "They're going to take turns with me, they're being silly, they want me face down for the first one, face up for the second, etc." Diane stepped closer. "Boys!" the woman giggled. "They're going to whip me with a belt, then turn me over and do my titties, then tie me face down again and... oh my!" The woman gave a fake cry of amazement, then typed more words on the screen. "What ARE they sticking up my ass?" "Why am I here?" Diane asked with fear in her voice. The woman looked up at her. "Well, I'm going to invite them over. When they get here, you're going to be here. I have other things to do with my time." Diane leaned forward, grabbed the edge of the desk for support. "No, you are not! That's crazy!" The woman reached up with her hand and grabbed Diane's right nipple. She pulled it hard and brought Diane's face directly in front of her. "You are going to, and you are going to do it well. Do you understand?" Tears were welling in her eyes, the pain was intense. The woman was using her fingernails and pinching tight. Then, she lifted her other hand and did the same to Diane's other nipple. "I told them you like this..." Diane felt her body go to its knees as the woman twisted slightly, then pulled tighter. "Please...oh shit, please!" The woman let go and returned to her typing. "I don't want the boys to think I've forgotten them." Diane put her head down on the carpet, lay on the floor and cried while the woman continued the chat with her four accomplices. "OK, that's that!" the woman annoucned after a few more minutes. "They have the address and they're on their way." She leaned over and lifted Diane's head by the chin. "A lot of your future is riding on how this afternoon goes, you know. Be nice to them, they're regulars." She dropped Diane's head and stood up. Diane watched her walk across the room and leave out the front door. The room was empty and quiet. It was peaceful, almost like a vacation from her life. She wanted to stay there on the floor, just become part of the room, not have to face the rest of the day, or the rest of her life. There was a knock on the door and Diane realized she must have fallen asleep. The knocking continued until she stood up and went to the door. Her hand hesitated for a minute, then she opened it. A woman pushed a half-full shopping bag into Diane's arms and turned and quickly walked away. "Wait a minute!" Diane yelled, but the woman didn't stop. She went back into the room and sat down on the bed. Reaching Inside the bag, she pulled out a stack of photographs. They were pictures of her in a variety of sexual positions. Some were naked, some were with men, some were pictures of herself in the basement during the audio tape sessions. There were dozens of them, all Polaroids. The bag also contained eight unlabelled audiotapes and several floppy disks. There was a note. She unfolded it and read: "There's no way to be absolutely certain this is everything, but we we're pretty damn sure. You'll feel better if you destroy it yourself. Be online at six sharp tomorrow morning." Diane stuffed the photos and tapes back into the bag, then put on her clothes. She folded the top of the bag over and carried it out to the car. + + + Diane knelt in front of the fireplace. It was one of her favorite parts of the house and today it was especially attractive to her. She started a fire with a fire log, then fed the polaroids into it one by one, watching each of them go up in flames, making sure each was reduced to ashes. When all of the pictures were gone, she went upstairs to the study. One by one, she reformatted each of the floppy disks, then snapped them in half and threw them in the trash can. Finally, she spent half an hour pulling the tapes out of their casettes and cutting them into small pieces. This might not be everything, their elimination might not be permanent, but it felt wonderful. + + + "Ding!" - Her2U: Hi. - Her2U: Sleepy? - SubDiane: What's going on? - Her2U: It's a bit early, but it's the safest time. - Her2U: Did you feel good destroying the gifts we sent? - SubDiane: I don't understand what's going on? - Her2U: You don't need to. - Her2U: Here's what you need to do: - Her2U: First, change your online IDs, do NOT use SubDiane again - Her2U: and do not use DLawso again either - Her2U: Second, ignore anything that might look like communication - Her2U: from SumwonElz - Her2U: Third, if you meet anyone in town you recognize - Her2U: from those encounters, tell them you are not the girl they think you are Diane sat in front of the screen, puzzled and wondering. She wanted to feel thrilled, but couldn't ignore the possibility that Her2U was somehow connected to SumwonElz and this was a trap. - SubDiane: How do I know this is for real? - Her2U: You have to trust me. - SubDiane: Who are you? Why are you doing this? - Her2U: Those aren't the important questions. - Her2U: This is the important question: - Her2U: Do you know how he found you? - SubDiane: I don't know how he found me, no. - Her2U: I know how he found you. - Her2U: And I have to warn you so it does not happen again. - SubDiane: Yes - Her2U: You connected SubDiane to DLawso once in a chat - SubDiane: I never did. - Her2U: You did. I have the log. I can mail it to you. - Her2U: From there, it was only a small bit of research until he - Her2U: found you. - SubDiane: You say "he", I understood it was "they" - Her2U: Not important. - Her2U: Just do what I said and never, never make that mistake again. - Her2U: One last thing. - Her2U: I may call on you for a favor sometime. - Her2U: Or it may never happen. If it does, be prepared for it. - Her2U: I will give you a special word so you willl know it is me. - SubDiane: Yes? - Her2U: Remember: "plum" - SubDiane: But that was the color they used when they told me how to dress! - "Member is no longer logged on" + + + Diane grunted as she lifted the weight above her head. She was lifting nearly 40 pounds more than she'd been able to when she started weight training. She felt the sweat trickle down her forehead as she raised it and finished her tenth repetition. She slowly lowered the weight to the floor, then stood up and stretched her arms again over her head. She smiled. Changing gyms had not only been necessary but a good idea. The program was much better here. In the three months since her last contact with Her2U, she'd switched gyms and finally found the strength to confront James. It made no sense that in her worst hour, in her most difficult time, he posed the biggest threat to her. She confronted him several times about changes she felt needed to be made. With each conversation, she saw more clearly that he had no interest in the relationship other than the external fact of being married. Two weeks ago, she'd moved out. Her daughter was old enough that she talked to her about it and felt they'd come to a good understanding. She reached down for the weight bar again and undid the collar. She slipped another five pounds onto each end. It was time for another challenge. + + + end of chapter 21 - end of story -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----