Diane Blackmailed

... continued from chapter 13 ...

Taylor forced Bailey to make all of the arrangements. With Monish. With Diane. With the club that owned the apartment. Taylor had known about the apartment for years, the BDSM club that owned it made it available for a thousand dollars a night. It was completely safe. It was soundproof, stocked with food and liquor and a variety of pain devices and sex toys. They even offered access to other slaves if you wanted them.

Taylor didn't need any of that, only the place and the woman.

CHAPTER 14 [Week 5 Fri - Sat]

Bailey pressed a cup of ice water against Diane lips. She opened her mouth and he raised the glass. She gulped it eagerly, felt the cool liquid going down her throat, a few drops trickling over her chin.

"He's a sick little fuck, isn't he?" Bailey asked.

"You're...not...the...one...up...here..." Diane managed between short, labored breaths.

Bailey gave her a disgusted look. He reached between her legs, ran his finger between her cunt lips and she gasped. "You're as wet as any twenty dollar whore I've ever met, don't give me any shit about this, bitch." He rubbed her clit and she responded, moaning and opening her knees. "Don't tell me this isn't turning you on."

Diane moaned again, rubbing hard against his hand. She was tied facing the post, arms above her head, a single rope around the pillar and her waist, his hand pressed between her pussy and the marble. Bailey stared at her back. She was a patchwork of stripes and angry red spots from the nape of her neck to just above her knees. Taylor had worked steadily for nearly fifteen minutes, then taken off his t-shirt and worked for another ten. He constantly moved his strokes up and down her back and legs, changing his intensity from gentle swings to nearly full-body lunges, shifting his timing to not allow her to prepare for the next blow.

By the time he stopped for his break, he was drenched in sweat. Bailey saw his hard cock under his sweatpants, wondered if Taylor knew. Bailey was worried, didn't know how much more Diane could take. She was a pain slut, he knew that. She'd endured all kinds of things at Monish's parties but this man was truly something different. A freaky little man after his own White Whale. Bailey looked at her back again, then looked at the horrible tool lying abandoned on the floor. The man had not broken skin but how far off could that be?

Taylor came back into the room, a towel draped around his shoulders. He'd run his fingers through his sweaty hair, it stood up straight in the front and slicked back at the sides. He had his glasses back on, he'd alternately taken them on and off during the beating. Bailey saw that his cock was still stiff, the erection straining against the sweats. Taylor knelt and opened the suitcase again. Without looking at them, he said, "Bailey. Turn her around,"

Diane started sobbing now, begging Taylor to reconsider, offering him her back for as long as he wanted, promising she would let him come to her place anytime he wanted, do anything he wanted, just not use that monster on her titties. Bailey hesitated for a moment but thought about Vader and his job and loosened the rope from around the pillar. He grabbed Diane's hips firmly and turned her, saw her wince as her back pressed against the marble. He pulled the rope tight and walked around behind the pillar to knot it.

Diane's huge titties trembled and she felt the hot tears running down her face, down her neck and chest. "Mr. Taylor, please, please, I'm begging, look, look at my body, look at me, imagine what I can do for you, my mouth, my..." Taylor spun around and gave her a fierce look. "Shut the fuck up, cunt!" he yelled. He jumped to his feet, leapt at her. He grabbed her throat in his hand. "Do you think you can offer me anything I can't already just take?" He squeezed, then let go and stepped back. His face changed, he looked scared.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." His voice went soft, meek. "Just relax and everything will be just fine." He turned around and knelt back down, rifled through the suitcase again.

Diane looked at Bailey. Bailey was stunned as well. Maybe the man *was* insane. Bailey trembled, he considered what he might have to do to protect them both.

Taylor stood up, a pair of nipple clamps in his hands. Diane fought hard to suppress a chuckle. After the horrible pain he's unleashed on her back, it was almost comical to see a pair of nipple clamps. But she couldn't afford to let him know that.

"You are relieved, isn't that true?" he taunted. "These are a dime a dozen in your world, aren't they? Aren't they, whore?" Diane nodded. "Yes. Well, remember this, pretty lady..." He leaned close to her again, his face an inch from hers. "I have you for twenty four hours. I can afford to bide my time." He draped the chain around her neck and walked out of the room.

Diane heard the television set in the other room. For the next three hours, Taylor watched a variety of shows on the History Channel, once coming back into the room to take a small notebook and pen out of the suitcase. He didn't even look at her or Bailey as he went back into the other room.

At ten, he sent out for Chinese, tipped the driver heavily to forget what he saw when he stepped out of the elevator, and went back to the television. Bailey went to the kitchen and made himself a sandwich from the wide variety of meats in the refrigerator. He brought a sandwich to Diane. She ate half of it, but told him that it was better not to fill her stomach. He understood what she meant.

At midnight, Taylor came back in and fucked Diane standing, a timid fuck, him squirting a tiny load of semen into her hot pussy. Then, he gave her a kiss and walked into the bedroom.

Diane slept on and off all night, slumping in her bonds until the ache in her shoulder woke her up and she had to stand for a while. Bailey was curled up on the floor, a blanket on top of him, snoring loudly.

By morning, Diane was exhausted from the strain of trying to fall asleep standing up. Taylor made a breakfast of pancakes and sausages for himself and Bailey, played games with Diane as he fed her a sausage from his fingers.

Diane was getting twitchy, feeling the effects of not taking her yellow pills since lunchtime yesterday. She looked at Bailey, wanted to ask him to find them for her, but realized she probably didn't have any with her. That made her afraid. She'd been taking them steadily for more than a week now, wondered what it would be like to go without them.

Taylor finished his breakfast and put the plates in the sink. Diane listened to him walking around the place, as calm as if this were any other day. As though he did not have a naked woman tied to a marble pillar in the other room. As though he hadn't nearly beat her unconscious the night before.

Taylor walked into the big room, Bailey a few steps behind him.

"Nine a.m.," Taylor said softly. "Eight hours left." He stood in front of Diane and ran a finger over her chest. "These are smaller than they were at the orgy." She nodded. "They aren't real, are they. Saline?" She nodded again. "Absorbs a certain number of cc's every day?" "Yes." He nodded, satisfied.

Diane heard a buzzer. "Ah, here we are," he clapped his hands. "Bailey, buzz them in." Diane looked at the elevator, the red light was flashing. Taylor pulled a fresh grey shirt out of the small suitcase, pulled it on over his head. He ran his fingers through his hair and adjusted his glasses.

The elevator door opened and six men stepped out. Diane recognized some of them from the orgy the other night. The elevator made two more trips and the room filled with all twenty of them.

"Get comfortable. We have until five o'clock," he announced. The men variously changed into robes and towels, poured themselves drinks in the other room, lit cigars.

"Mr. Bailey." Bailey stepped forward, nodded at Taylor. "Have your whore show her marks to my friends." Bailey untied the rope around her waist, then the straps holding her wrists. Diane's arms dropped to her sides. Bailey took her wrist and led her around the room. The men nodded and stared. Some of them ran their fingers along the stripes on her back and ass, others waved her off. "Gross." "Fuck, Taylor, what the hell is that?" "When do we get to fuck her?"

When Bailey had paraded her around the room, Taylor had him tie her to the pillar again, face forward. He stood up and took off his glasses, wiped them on the t shirt.

"Gentlemen. You are aware of my fondness for ancient, seafaring stories?" Diane began to mutter, "no, no, no".

"You know I have been collecting those drawings and prints? And the various tools of the trade that were used both on pirate ships and merchant ships?" Diane continued to moan, "no, please Mr. Taylor, no, please, oh Bailey, oh fuck, no, please..."

"Does anyone remember me talking about the codline whip?" "No...oh please, oh for the sake of all that's holy, please..." "The one from the 19th century?" "...oh please..." "The British Navy condemned them, preferring the Cat o' Nine Tails as more humane?" "Mr. Taylor..My. Taylor..."

One of the men stepped forward, his eyes wide. "Taylor, you wouldn't..." Another man nodded his head. "You can't do this." "Is that what you used on her back? Is that how you did that?"

"Fifteen minutes. All of that in a mere fifteen minutes," Taylor nodded.

"No, you can't, this is insane. Let's just get to the fucking," someone else said.

Taylor shook his head. "I am never going to have an opportunity like this again."

Diane dropped her chin, her chest heaving with her sobs, tears running down her face, between her huge titties, down her belly. Taylor picked the whip up from the floor. He held it out, turned and showed it to everyone in the room. Diane's body shook as Taylor took his place three feet in front of her. He flicked the whip in the air once, twice, letting everyone hear the snap of the whip echo through the room.

Taylor stepped to her side and raised his arm, then swung hard, whipping her across the belly. Diane screamed and a bright red stripe showed on her flesh. Taylor raised his arm again, brought the whip down across her thighs. She moaned, her body jerking against the column.

"Now, the titties," Taylor said. He raised his arm and took a deep breath.

"Enough!" One of the other men stepped forward and held his arm, took the whip from his hand. Diane was breathing hard, panting and moaning. They untied her and took her into the other room, laid her on the bed and fucked her more or less like a normal whore for the rest of the afternoon.

At five o'clock, the elevator buzzer rang again.

Bailey rounded up the Johnstown men and had Taylor escort them down the elevator in groups of four and five. In the meantime, he had Diane shower and clean herself up. She sat in the shower, too weak to stand, letting the hot water wash over her. Bailey helped her up, helped her shampoo and wash, dried her off, and dressed her in a black one piece sheer body suit.

She leaned against him and moaned, "Bailey, Bailey, what kind of sicko did you line up for me next, Bailey, why are you doing this? Bailey, Bailey...Taylor's paid off, isn't he? Why are you doing this..." She continued to mutter, exhausted and dazed, mostly unaware of what she was saying. Bailey supported her and walked her into the big room without saying a word.

Diane's eyes squinted when she recognized Curtis. What was he doing here? Did Monish send him? Or did Bailey know him too? She tried to clear her head but couldn't.

Curtis stepped aside and Diane saw Julie, the fat little whore from the other night, and another hooker standing behind her. The new one caught Diane's eye. She was a six foot tall black woman in a skintight mini-dress. She was firm and muscular and Diane's mind immediately thought of Masozi. She felt her nipples stiffen, saw Julie look at them. Julie looked at Diane's face, then turned to look at the other hooker. "Looks like she likes you, LaTanya." The woman smiled and took a drag from a cigarette. "Yes, I see." She walked toward Diane. Diane was squirming. She felt hot, her cunt swelling, her clit stiffen. She wanted LaTanya to touch her. Or better yet, let Diane touch her. Kiss her big, soft lips, lick her dark chocolate snatch.

LaTanya stopped about three feet in front of Diane and slowly slid her hands down her belly, ran her fingers along the edge of her skirt, slid it upward slightly. Diane's eyes locked on her hand, watched it slide, wished she were touching the firm brown skin.

"Come and kiss me, sugar," LaTanya said softly. In a daze, Diane walked toward her. LaTanya took Diane's right hand and pressed it against her chest, moaning softly. She opened her mouth and let Diane kiss her, their tongues touching each other, lightly at first, then with more and more passion. LaTanya slid Diane's hand down her side, across her hip, then moved it to the front of her thigh. Diane was on fire, nearly came herself. She saw Curtis and Julie step closer, smiling and watching eagerly. LaTanya slid Diane's hand underneath her skirt now, slid it up along the inside of her thigh, moaning softly and kissing harder. Diane's free hand was on LaTanya's bottom, cupping it hard, rubbing LaTanya's right thigh against her own hot cunt. She slid her hand further upward, felt dampness on LaTanya's inner thigh, cum or ooze? Diane didn't know or care. She ground herself against LaTanya's thigh, moved her hand...felt a lump where LaTanya's pussy should be. Diane gagged as her hand explored further. She heard Curtis and Julie laughing as Diane found LaTanya's tightly secured cock and balls, the shaft pulled backward between his ass cheeks, balls crushed underneath the elastic panties. Diane tried to pull away but LaTanya's strong hand held the back of her head and she pushed her tongue deep into Diane's mouth. Diane pushed and pushed but LaTanya wouldn't let go, kissing hard, gagging her with his long tongue. When he finally let her go, she staggered to the bathroom, retching, arms wrapped tight around herself.

Julie followed her into the bathroom, helped her wash up and brush her teeth, rinse her mouth. "Damn! It's good to know there are still some things that can surprise even a freak like you," Julie said as she ran a brush through Diane's hair. Diane was still sobbing, shook beyond anything she would have expected.

"Your udders aren't anything like the pictures Curtis showed me. What happened?" Diane didn't say anything, just stood and trembled, arms still wrapped tight around herself. "Hey, cow! I'm talking to you." Diane still didn't say anything. "I guess the saline got absorbed, huh?" She calmly ran the brush across the top, then down the sides of Diane's head. "Well, Curtis thinks he might want to pump you up again. I got some old men who drooled all over the pictures and offered him a *lot* of money for you and those big cow udders of yours." Diane didn't resist, didn't say anything, she was too far gone to be insulted anymore.

Julie put the brush down and reached into the pocket of her skintight pants. "Here, you need these," Julie said, holding out two of the yellow pills. Diane stared at them, not moving. Julie pushed them into her mouth, handed her a glass of water. Diane took it mechanically and swallowed the speed.

"Well, honey, that's about all I can do for you. We have to get out there, Curtis is probably getting impatient."

They walked back to the big room, Diane still silent and dazed. The speed was having its effect, but it was also making her more paranoid. She stared at LaTanya, stood as far away from her/him as she could. She felt her cunt wet and hated herself for it. LaTanya reminded her of Masozi and Diane wanted her so badly.

The elevator rang again and Bailey handled it. Julie turned to Diane, took her face in her hands and slapped her cheek lightly. "Cum piggie time for you." She turned Diane's head toward the elevator. "A new game to teach you." She turned her face back, looked into her eyes. "Teaching the old cow new tricks. Keeps you marketable."

Four men came in, gang colors and clothes, bandanas and bottles of liquor. They were laughing loudly, fondling a hooker who was nearly naked. She wore a pair of hot pants that barely covered anything and a string bikini top. Her body was skinny, her tits tiny, but she had shiny black hair that hung all the way down to her disproportionately huge ass. She was obviously high, a dazed, drugged look on her face.

"This the skank?" one of them asked. Julie nodded. He grabbed one of Diane's tits and hefted it. "Not bad." He turned to Julie. "Why can't we just fuck *her*?" Julie told him to shut the fuck up and get started. He laughed. "Yes, massa!" He pushed the hooker to her knees and knelt behind her, pulled his pants down and started fucking her ass. The other three gathered around LaTanya and started fondling her. She got on her knees between them and started stroking and sucking their cocks, her mouth moving from the first to the second to the third.

Julie slid an ottoman across the floor and told Diane to get on her back. She did, and Julie adjusted her so her head hung off one end. She knelt on the floor in front of her and held Diane's head in her hands. "You're the cleanup crew tonight," she said. Diane closed her eyes. She suspected but wasn't sure if she would be cleaning up the men or the woman.

It turned out she was cleaning up both of them. When the first man came in the thin hooker's ass, Julie walked her over to Diane and made her squat down. A gush of cum plopped on Diane's face, filling her nose and splashing across her left eye and forehead. "Lick," Julie said. Diane pushed her tongue out tentatively but the hooker knew what to do and started grinding back and forth, pushing her ass hard onto Diane's face. She squeezed her ass and another gush of cum oozed out, Diane swallowed it and kept licking. When Julie was satisfied, the whore got off and the man bent down, dropping his balls on Diane's lips. She opened her mouth and sucked the sack, the licked him clean, cock and balls. Julie had her repeat the same treatment with the other three. When they were finished, Curtis collected his money. Diane lay on the table, feeling the chilly cum she hadn't swallowed drying on her face.

Curtis gathered the men around him, told the hooker to squat over Diane's face. Diane started licking her cunt, unsure what Curtis wanted but sure she would find out. They just stood and watched, the whore moaning but not really very interested. She probably hadn't cum for years. After a while, Curtis asked them if they'd recovered. They were puzzled but nothing if not macho. "Fuck, yea." "Yeah, gimme some poon tang!" Curtis looked at Julie and grinned. "She got appointments?" Julie looked at the hooker and laughed. "Naw, not many of 'em'll fuck her anymore." Curtis handed Julie fifty dollars, then told the hooker to step away. She did, still completely uninterested in what was going on. He leaned over and looked at Diane. "Time for another round." He looked at the gang and said loudly, "this one's on the house, boys!"

While the men started in on the skinny whore, Curtis crouched down beside Diane and smacked her breasts from side to side. "Joe was about right, maybe ten days for full absorption." He squeezed them and Diane saw spots in front of her eyes. He let go and stood up, looking down at her. "We may have to refill those once a week." He walked away, ignoring the tears that were running down Diane's face.

... to be continued if I get enough comments...

CHAPTER 15

Curtis spent two hours with Diane that Saturday night after the gang had left with their hooker. Diane was surprised that Curtis repeated his session with her from a few weeks back, the rubber bands on her tits and jerking himself off while still wearing his street clothes. When he was finished, he turned her over to Julie who pimped her out to a line of men who were expecting the redhead with the huge tits they'd seen photos of. Since Diane's body had absorbed most of the saline since last weekend when the photos were taken, most of them complained. Julie still made several hundred dollars pimping her, but she was clearly angry with Curtis for passing her inferior goods. She promised them that she would deliver next time and glared at Diane, shaking her head. "I guess I gotta get you the very next day, honey."