Diane
8. Slave Training: Day Seven
Diane was kneeling on a bed with her hands clasped behind her head. She was, of
course, completely naked, and the body hair that had grown since her capture was
missing. The mistress examined her, smacked her sore left armpit with a riding
crop, and said, "Since you're still a piece of crippled wetware, slave, we'll
have to keep working on parts of your training that you don't have to stand up
for. So tell me, how does your pussy feel today ?" "I'm very sore", Diane said,
and a crop struck her breast. "Do be polite, slave". "I'm very sore,
mistress". "We all have troubles, don't we ? Right now, you're mine. A slave
can't not be in the mood; if someone wants you, you'd better perform and do it
well. So even though you hurt all over, you're going to make love - and yes,
YOU will make love to the people you serve, if that is what they like, but they
will not make love to you. You owe them respect and regard, and they owe you
nothing".
"I thought you might find it interesting to have some contact with another
trainee", the mistress said as she pushed a button on the remote. "As always,
no names, and neither of you speak except on orders". The doors had opened, and
another leather clad woman, entered leading a young man on a leash. His wrists
were chained in front of him, the chains attached to another chain tight around
his waist, his legs had heavy braces on them attached by a 12" chain. He was
carrying with difficulty a heavy iron ball, attached to the tip of his penis by
a chain so short that holding the ball in front of him was yanking his penis
upwards quite painfully. He was 19, muscularly slender, with moderately long
light brown hair. His well toned body was showing numerous stripes from a
recent whipping, but he was otherwise unharmed, and hoping he could rest the
ball on something soon so he could stay that way. Until yesterday, when he
offered a ride to a sexy little redhead a few years older than him, one he had
never seen before, but whose car had broken down next to his in a massive
student parking lot, his name had been Clay. "See how nice we are to you, slave
? You never had a college boy, not even when you were in college. How virtuous
of you to save yourself so you could end up here ! He just arrived, and is
almost as good as new; those welts and the soreness from that iron clamp around
his head - the one that matters - probably aren't hurting him as much as you're
hurting, but 'tis enough, 'twill serve - as will he. Thank you, mistress, would
you please fasten the leash to the bed ? Thank you, I'll take him now."
"My, you are a pretty one, aren't you ? Gay, by any chance ?" Diane's trainer
asked. He shook his head no. "I see your training has begun. Good. Let me
give you a piece of information: though there's a fair number of women in the
Association, most are lesbian or bi. There's a couple who might use you, but
those cute buns of yours and that nice mouth are going to be primarily servicing
men" - he looked a little sick - "so this would be a REAL good time to uncover
any latent homosexuality ! But that can wait a bit ! We've got a woman for you
to fuck ! She's not much, but she's the best you'll get in a while - though
come to think of it there's a couple guys in the association who look better in
a dress than she does - AND THEY CAN WALK IN HIGH HEELS", she shouted, and
struck Diane a few times with the crop. When she was done, she handed Diane a
set of keys and said, "Make yourself useful and take the chains off him, except
the neck chain. You can move now, fool." Diane took the ring of keys and began
searching for the keys to open the handcuff. After she tried on and it didn't
work, he gave a little whimper and hefted the ball a bit. The mistress laughed,
then said, "I think that was a violation, lover, but since I do love to hear a
man whimper, I won't punish you for it. However, the ball comes off last, and
if you bend or squat or do anything to get that ball closer to the ground, I'll
chain you down and let a vulture eat your balls". Diane tried somewhat more
hurriedly to find the correct keys. This was complicated by the fact that on
these restraints the keyholes were all nearly the same size, regardless of the
size of the restraint, and every lock had it's own key. After she got one
handcuff open, she spent a frantic minute trying to unlock the other one with
the same key before she realized this. By the time everything else was off and
she started on the cock lock, he could barely hold the ball. But she got it off
in time, and he dropped to his knees and put the ball on the ground. He clasped
Diane's hands and looked gratefully at her face. She smiled shyly. "Enough
making eyes at each other, get on with it, slaves. Hmm, this might get
confusing, so I'll call you Cunt and Prick. Think you can figure out who's who ?
On the bed !".
Diane remained kneeling on the bed and Clay knelt facing her, still holding her
hand. "Now you two are going to fuck good and hard, and I don't care what hurts
or how much. Now go to your corners" - she laughingly directed them to opposite
corners of the bed with an ominous cattle prod she had drawn and activated- "I
want a good dirty fuck ! Cunt, Prick, you both know the rules, there are no
holds barred but you WILL separate on my command. There is no limit on the
number of take downs allowed ! At my command come out fucking ! FUCK !"
They crawled slowly towards each other, stopping with their faces a few inches
apart, both obviously embarrassed. "Oh, yeah, like you're both so modest !
Cunt, you fucked eight men in every known position a couple days ago, and Prick,
you were hot to fuck a total stranger yesterday, so here's a stranger, FUCK HER
!". Diane reached up and put her hand's on either side of Clay's face, then
softly kissed him on the mouth. She pulled back a little, her hands still on
his face, looked him in the eye and nodded. She slipped a hand behind his head
and laid down on the bed pulling him down also, and they started gently kissing.
After a moment she moved from his mouth to his face and neck. She worked her
lips to his ear and thought to whisper that it was OK, they had no choice, but
she saw the mistress intent watching and thought better of it. Instead she
moved away slightly, sliding away from him, and quite slowly and obviously
spread her legs as she cupped her breasts and pushed them towards him. He took
them and kissed them and pushed her down and kissed her, harder this time, and
they kept their lips glued together as she raised her hips and he started to
push into her. She gasped in pain as her tender vagina was entered and he broke
from their kiss and looked worriedly in her eyes but she nodded "yes" again and
he continued to push as she ground her hips onto him, repressing further gasps
despite the pain, gently kissing his face to assure him it was OK and he started
humping hard, aware of her pain and hoping to end it as soon as he could and in
a couple minutes he started grunting and his face was taut and he was close to
coming... and then he screamed and pulled into a fetal position as he passed
out. The mistress had shoved the point of the electric prod into his anus.
"Well, that was sweet but boring, and you don't use a slave for sweet but
boring", she said as Diane held Clay's head to her breast looking at him sadly
before turning a calm but angry gaze on the mistress. "So you didn't like that,
Cunt ? You're going to see and do a lot of things you don't like. Later in your
training we'll have you torture victims, sometimes under our direction,
sometimes using your imagination. Or maybe they'll play a game with you at the
gathering, one where two slaves are selected and each writes out a torture
program for the other, then whoever has written the cruelest program gets to
inflict it. But that's for another day. For now, let's get the boy out of here
and bring on a man to give you a good screwing". She pushed a few buttons and
several men came into the dungeon. Three of them dragged Clay out. One of them
stayed behind.
"So, mistress, how's your pupil doing ?", the remaining man asked ask he
undressed. "She's a bit of a problem, never seems to want to get out of bed".
"We should all have such problems with our women", he said as he stretched out
on the bed. "Kiss my dick, slave, first on the head, then up and down the
shaft". Diane knelt at his hip and did as he ordered, it taking quite a few
kisses to cover his long cock. "Now run your tongue around the head, then run
the tip of your tongue along it's length. When you get to the bottom lick my
balls. Keep licking till I change your orders. So mistress, how's the
gathering shaping up ?" "Looks like a pretty full contingent, the new meat
seems to have provoked some interest. Even this one has a lot of people
interested in playing with her. You think she's pretty ?" "Well, I like them
with a little more meat on them, but a lot of guys like 'em thin". This
conversation went on at some length as Diane steadily licked his balls. "Oh,
slave, my feet are a little sore, so lick my feet for a while". The
conversation then went on as Diane moved to lick his feet, the two participants
seemingly oblivious to a naked women licking a man's feet. Finally, he said, in
a bored voice, "I guess we may as well get on with this", as he opened his legs.
"Get between my legs and suck my cock". Diane knelt between his legs and
lowered her mouth to his cock. Before it got there a buggy whip cracked across
Diane's back, making her jerk her head in pain, as the mistress said, "Do a good
job, slave". "Now don't do that while she's got me in her mouth !" "You're
getting soft, stud". "Yeah, the prospect of getting my DICK bit off tends to do
that !" He didn't stay soft for long as the blonde head bounced up and down on
his shaft. It was too long to fit in her mouth, and the mistress said "Take him
all in, Cunt - or should I call you Deep Throat now ?" Getting that long shaft
down her throat while kneeling over him proved difficult, but the whip kept
cracking across Diane's buttocks and back while the man kept repeating "Don't
you bite me, bitch", so at last Diane stood up on the bed, which allowed her to
get her mouth and neck aligned, and after suppressing the urge to gag and
bending her legs a bit, to push her lips all the way to the bottom of his cock.
It also exposed her thighs to the whip, and the repeated strokes across them
weren't making it any easier to maintain this position. "Suck slave, suck
hard", her trainer kept repeating as she lashed Diane. The pain and frustration
were intense and Diane wanted to cry, but knew it would make the situation even
worse; I'll cry later, she thought, and Diane squeezed her lips tightly about
the base of his penis and sucked as well as she could with a cock deep down her
throat. "Passable, cunt. We'll work on this some more later", the mistress
said. "OK, slave", the man commanded, "come off my cock - don't you bite me,
bitch ! - and mount up". Diane managed to glance up at him inquisitively while
she was pulling off his long shaft. "Mount up. Sit on my cock. You're the
slave, you're going to do the work". Diane straddled him, took his thick cock
gingerly in her hands and positioned the head, and had started to slowly lower
her raw pussy over the stiff shaft when the mistress began cracking the whip
across her back. "We don't have all day to wait for you, cunt". Diane started
thrusting harder and faster but the whip kept falling across her bare back and
between the pain in her inflamed vagina and burning pain in her back, Diane
started to scream. Finally she was bucking wildly on her mount, her hair flying
and her breasts bouncing. "That's more like it, we've even got that skinny ass
of yours jiggling now. Keep it up", the mistress commanded. Diane was
certainly trying, but the man was just laying there enjoying the action of her
breasts and showed no sign that he would come any time soon. This went on and
on, Diane pulling up and thrusting down as fast as she could on his thick, stiff
shaft, pushing it in as far as it would go, then pulling up again, while he laid
there as if nothing was happening. The mistress was whipping her again.
"Dammit cunt, your one purpose is to make a man come and you can't even do that
! What good are you to anyone !" Diane leaned forward a bit to run her hands
over him as she kept riding, her sweat dripping onto his stomach. The whip was
cracking across her buttocks. "Yo, watch where you aim that thing !" "Shut
up, stud! Faster, slave, faster! Masters are busy people, they can't wait on
you". Diane couldn't go any faster; she tried slowing down, and rotating her
hips in a small circle over her partner. The whip kept falling, as the mistress
screamed "Faster !", but since she wasn't able to go fast enough to satisfy the
whip wielder and wasn't getting any closer to her goal that way she kept up her
rotation, then started moving her hips in a sort of a figure eight. At last the
grinding of her hips penetrated her heretofore indifferent mount's composure and
he started moaning, then screaming, then the two of them were screaming, one
from pleasure and one from pain but the sound was the same and he could stand it
no more and erupted inside her in a series of violent spasms, then he was still,
and Diane fell back, catching herself on her extended arms, and sat there
leaning backwards, eyes closed, flushed and sweaty and gasping for air, barely
holding herself up, with him limp inside her. Then the whip cracked across her
breasts.
"Not bad", said the trainer, "but not good enough. Do it again".
DIANE, Part 6 by SD
