Diane
3. Slave Training: Day One
Diane was awakened by a pounding on the bars of her cage. It scarcely seemed
she had slept at all. When her visitors had finished with her they'd forced her
to her knees and made her crawl into a small cage and place her face on the
floor. Steel rods were then inserted through the small holes in the cage and
locked into place just above her neck and ankles, behind her knees, and below
her waist, pinning her into a most uncomfortable position. As tired as she was,
the combination of her distress and her discomfort prevented her from sleeping.
The intermittent periods of weeping didn't help. It had taken many hours -
which had seemed an eternity to Diane - before she succumbed to exhaustion. Now
the pounding of a metal club against the cage, which in addition to being very
loud sent shock waves reverberating through the rods pinning her in place,
dragged her back to consciousness. The rods were removed by two new thugs and
the door opened. "Out, slave" commanded a statuesque blond woman in her
forties. Diane tried, but was too stiff to move. "Move it, bitch" came the
command, emphasized by the sting of a riding crop on Diane's ass. Diane still
could not move, and the mistress told her attendants to pull the slave out, "but
DO NOT drag her". The cage was reoriented so the opening was on the top rather
than the side and Diane was seized and extracted by the legs. The attendants
stood her before the mistress but Diane's legs buckled and they had to hold her
by the arms. The mistress grasped Diane below the chin, raising her head, and
shouted. "YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE CUNT, IS THIS WHAT YOU CALL OBEDIENCE ? IF YOU'D
RESPONDED THIS WAY TO A COMMAND FROM ONE OF THE MASTER'S GUESTS THEY'D HAVE
DROPPED ONE OF YOUR CHILDREN ALIVE INTO A TANK OF HUNGRY MAGGOTS BY NOW. I
DON'T KNOW WHAT ANYONE WOULD WANT A SCRAWNY BAG OF BONES LIKE YOU TO DO, BUT
WHEN THEY TELL YOU, YOU MOVE AND MOVE FAST ! I'VE GOT THE UNLIKELY TASK OF
TRAINING YOU TO DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD TO WHEN YOU'RE TOLD TO, AND YOU ARE NOT
GOING TO HUMILIATE ME WITH BEHAVIOR LIKE THIS". The mistress turned sharply and
walked towards an adjacent room, ordering the men "to bring sleeping ugly".
When they got to the room, Diane was strapped to one end of a seesaw like
apparatus and dunked in a tank of very cold water. The shock of the cold water
and the terror of not being able to breath brought Diane fully awake. She wasn't
under very far, but her desperate efforts to raise her head above the water were
unsuccessful and she watched in growing panic as the mistress stood impassively
observing her futile struggles. With a wave of her hand, the board was elevated
so that Diane's head cleared the water. As Diane gasped for breath, the mistress
observed, "You seem a bit more spry now", then had her dunked again, so quickly
that Diane sucked in water instead of air, and when she was brought up again
Diane had to cough up water before she could breath again. "It'll take more
than cold water to clean the crud off you", the mistress said, and the board was
rotated so that Diane was over a tank of very hot soapy water. This tank was
much deeper, so that she was covered up to her ankles and her head was three
feet under. The soapy water was too opaque to see through, so the mistress had
to judge by the frantic squirming of Diane's bare feet when her distress
required that she be brought up. Again Diane was coughing and gasping, when the
mistress said "we can't have all that soap in your hair" and positioned a large
hose over her head which poured clear water over it. By the time the soap was
out of her hair Diane was almost unconscious again for lack of oxygen.
"Sleeping again bitch ?", asked the mistress as she dumped a bucket of salt
water on Diane's feet then drove her cattle prod into the soft flesh in the arch
of Diane's left foot, bringing her screaming to full consciousness. Diane was
then suspended in a shoulder harness while a high pressure hose cleared the soap
from the rest of her body. "Now you're clean on the outside" the Mistress said,
"so let's attend to your insides" as Diane was put on a table, her feet strapped
into stirrups and a belt with side cuffs for her wrists fastened across her
waist, and nozzles were inserted into her vagina and rectum. Soon warm water
flooded those cavities. The vaginal hose was soon removed, the mistress standing
on a chair to press the sole of her boot against Diane's lower gut to help expel
the fluid, but the fluid kept running into Diane's rectum, painfully distending
it. At last the mistress clamped off the nozzle, the detached the hose, leaving
the nozzle in the slave's anus. As the attendants were unstrapping Diane, the
mistress told her, "this is a cleansing room, so we can't have your rectum
emptying out in here. We'll take you to an appropriate place for that. You be
very certain not to let anything slip out of your ass before we get there, or
you'll have to lick up whatever comes out - after I finish punishing you. Follow
me". With that the mistress began leisurely to exit the room, Diane waddling
painfully behind her. The mistress followed a circuitous route through the
dungeon, stopping to check the lubrication of the rack and the temperature of
the oven that held the hot coals, studiously selecting a number of pincers,
pokers, and branding irons and conspicuously placing them to be heated. Diane
followed, straining desperately to hold her anus shut. She knew that at best
the mistress understood how much she hurt and wanted it to continue and that any
pleas to hurry would only result in punishment, and that at worst the mistress
wanted Diane to burst so as to provide a pretext for punishment, so there was
nothing to do but endure as long as possible.
At last they reached the lavatory. The mistress made Diane wait while the
mistress checked herself in the mirror, carefully adjusting her hair and
brushing her leather outfit. "Black picks up every spec of dust, doesn't it ?
But what am I asking you for ? The opinion of a slave is worthless. I suppose
we can empty you now. You squat over this toilet and spread your cheeks and
I'll pull your plug - oh what's this we still have soap in your hair ? We can't
have that. You'll just have to hold it a bit longer. Kneel down in front of
the toilet. Now put your head in the toilet. DO IT ! Face in the water,
slave. OBEY! What's your youngest's name again; Michael isn't it ?" Diane
submerged her head in the bowl, which was unusually wide and deep. "That's
better", the mistress said and flushed the toilet, sending a flood of high
pressure water swirling around Diane's head which went on and on until Diane
thought her lungs would burst and involuntarily began to pull up only to have
the mistress' boot land on her neck and push her under. Soon Diane panicked and
lost control of her anal muscles and evacuated her rectum before the world went
to black.
Diane awoke and gagged from the foul taste and odor, but couldn't do more than
lift her head out the muck because she was hogtied. Wide padded leather cuffs
had been placed snugly on her wrists and ankles and then the ropes tightly
applied. She was laying in her own waste, her face on a particularly large pile
- Diane hadn't emptied her bowels in a long time. If not for the soap diluting
the odor she'd have gagged, and she was having trouble with the gag reflex as it
was. "So you've returned to us. You filthy, worthless, little cunt. Is that
what you call discipline ? You've failed to obey an order and gone and messed up
our nice clean lavatory that I was kind enough to let you use. I emphasize OUR
lavatory. This is for staff, slaves just shit in their cages and clean it up
whenever we get around to releasing them - assuming we do before the maggots get
in the waste and work their way to the meat - but this place is for your betters
and now you've gone and made a mess of it. I should gut you like the filthy pig
you are right now, but since you're new and the master sees some potential in
you - I don't, but he's the master - I'm going to permit you to continue to
waste the air you breath in to maintain your useless existence". At this the
mistress seized Diane's hair and forced her face into the shit, pulling it from
side to side and up and down, smearing both sides of her face and getting crap
in her mouth and nose. Now Diane was gagging, and the mistress screamed "DON'T
YOU THROW UP YOU WASTE OF WOMANFLESH OR YOU'RE DEAD NOW AND I'LL GUT YOUR MOTHER
TONIGHT AND BUTCHER YOUR CHILDREN TOMORROW !". With considerable effort Diane
restrained the urge to vomit and spit out enough shit to breath, but the waves
of nausea were flowing over her and she wasn't sure she could hold them at bay
for very long. But she had no choice, as the mistress was cleaning her leather
again and ignoring Diane. As sick as Diane felt, holding her head up out of the
shit was too great an effort to be maintained, so she tried to move her
shoulders and hips enough to advance her enough that she could rest her head
without laying it in the foul muck. The effort barely had any effect on her
position, but soon the mistress was standing over Diane. "Slave," she asked
quietly, "did I order you to move ?". Diane apprehensively shook her head for
no. "Do you think I went to the trouble of hogtying you and placing you there
if I wanted you someplace other than where I put you ?" The blonde head shook
again. "So this was a violation of your orders, wasn't it ?". Diane stared in
wide eyed terror. "Well it was. Willfully acting to thwart the plans of your
superiors - and everybody is superior to you - is an act of resistance" - Diane
violently shook her head - "oh, yes, it most certainly is, and you have been
told the penalty for resistance". The tears were flowing from Diane's blue eyes
now, and as she looked up she repeated mouthed the word "please". The mistress
smiled slightly. "You don't deserve any leniency, but since you've displayed
your first sign of self-discipline by remaining silent now, I'm going to show
you mercy and not sanction a child". Diane's head dropped to the floor and she
softly wept with relief. "This rarely happens, and you must NEVER count on it
happening. I've already been sickeningly generous with you, so DON'T make this
mistake again - or any others. Of course you must be punished for your act of
petty treason. If you do not obey completely during your punishment it will be a
second act of treason against your master. Ummm, you do have very pretty feet".
She pulled from the belt of her bodysuit a crop consisting of a dark wooden
handle attache to a thin 18 inch length of tempered steel sheathed in black
leather, knelt beside Diane and pulled Diane's head up by the hair and held the
crop in front of her face. "For the first dozen strokes, I want no noise out of
you". The mistress rose and slowly stepped in front of Diane, then slowly
stepped to Diane's raised feet, her spiked heels ominously loud on the tile
floor. Diane turned her head to watch in apprehension. The mistress checked
Diane's ankle ropes and ran her fingers over the slave's bare feet. "We're
going to 'try a woman's soles now'. Face forward, slave, and keep it there".
She slowly ran the crop across the bound feet a few times. "OK, slave,
understand that you are now at zero tolerance for error. This is a second
chance, more than we usually give and far more than you deserve. There will be
no more mercy, no more second chances. You do, or someone you love dies. You
are to keep face front and remain perfectly still. You are to remain silent for
the first dozen strokes. You are at no time to say anything that can be
interpreted as a request for the mercy that you have no right to receive". For
several minutes the mistress neither moved nor spoke and an oppressive silence
was heavy in the room, crushing down on Diane, as she fought to restrain the
unrelenting impulses to look back, to test her restraints, just to squirm a
little and release some of the terrible tension that was building inside her as
she waited for the punishment.
She heard the swish, and felt the burning pain in the soft arches of her feet
before she was able to interpret the sound. Despite her determination to obey,
the only reason she didn't move was because the hogtie was so tight. She was
somehow able to resist the urge to scream. Seconds passed, running into
minutes, without another blow or any sound behind her. Now that she know's
what's coming, the Mistress thought, let her wait for it. Sweat was dripping
down Diane's forehead and stinging her eyes, but she dare not move. She closed
her eyes and tried not to cry, fearful that she might make a sound if she did
so. Her lips were trembling and she was glad she was face front so the mistress
couldn't see that motion. The fear and tension and the dread certainty that she
couldn't possibly endure eleven more of those strokes without screaming, the
mounting urge to scream before another blow was struck, were causing every
muscle in Diane's body to tense and making it hard to breath. She prayed that
the hammering of her heart which seemed so loud to her wouldn't be counted as
her making a sound. Every fiber of her being was ready to snap.
Swish - OHH, I MUST BE STILL PLEASE GOD LET ME BE STILL Swish - OHH IT HURTS
Swish - THE BURNING ! SHE MUST BE CUTTING MY FEET APART - MUST BE QUIET
Swish - I CAN'T DO THIS, I CAN'T HOLD OUT IF SHE HITS ME AGAIN, I'M
GOING TO MOVE
In fact Diane was already moving, as the mistress knew she must, but very
little, much less than one usually would in response to such pain, and less than
the mistress had expected from a trainee.
Swish - AHHHH - I'M GOING TO SCREAM, I MUST NOT SCREAM Swish - JESUS HELP ME
JESUS
Then nothing. The mistress viewed with satisfaction the ugly welts across
Diane's feet. She gently stroked one with a long fingernail ( fake, of course;
she broke a lot of nails breaking the hearts and wills - and sometimes the minds
- of the men and women in bondage here ), making it twitch. This slave would
have to be trained not to react when the stimuli changed, but that could wait.
It remained to be seen if she could pass this test. The mistress stepped to
Diane's other side so the angle of attack would vary, and waited.
IS IT OVER ? THAT CAN'T HAVE BEEN TWELVE. HOW MANY WAS THAT ? DAMN I CAN'T
REMEMBER HOW MANY THERE'VE BEEN. IT CAN'T BE OVER, I MUST BE STILL. I MUST BE
STILL. I MUST BE STILL.
Swish - OOH ! OH, IT HURTS SO BAD. MY BABIES, I MUST SAVE MY BABIES Swish - THE
PAIN! MAGGOTS, THEY SAID THEY'D FEED THEM TO MAGGOTS Swish - PAIN! PAIN! I
LOVE YOU MICHAEL OH, MY FEET ! Swish - I CAN'T TAKE IT - I CAN'T TAKE IT - I
CAN'T TAKE IT Swish - PAIN ! MICHAEL/ROSS/JOHN IT HURTS! MICHAEL/ROSS/JOHN
Swish - JESUS, MARY HELP ME BE STRONG, I MUST BE STRONG Swish - GOD PLEASE LET
ME PASS OUT - WILL SHE KNOW IF I PRETEND TO PASS OUT - IS IT A VIOLATION
TO PRETEND TO PASS OUT I MUST NOT COMMIT A VIOLATION Swish - AAAEEE ! IT
HURTS SO BAD ! HOW CAN ANYTHING HURT SO BAD ! HAVE THERE BEEN TWELVE ?
THERE MUST HAVE BEEN TWELVE Swish - OH DAMN, IT HURTS SO MUCH WHEN CAN I
SCREAM, WILL SHE TELL ME WHEN I CAN SCREAM ? Swish - FUCK! JESUS! GOD!
CAN I SCREAM YET - I MUST SCREAM - I CAN'T TAKE ANOTHER Swish - I'M
GOING TO SCREAM - I'M GOING TO SCREAM ! IT MUST HAVE BEEN MORE THAN
TWELVE ! PLEASE TELL ME I CAN SCREAM Swish - PAIN PAIN PAIN IT BURNS THE PAIN I
CAN'T BEAR ANOTHER I'M GOING TO SCREAM WHAT IF IT HASN'T BEEN TWELVE IT
MUST HAVE BEEN TWELVE Swish - BURNING PAIN PAIN TWELVE MAGGOTS MICHAEL
PAIN Swish - PAINPAINPAINITBURNSPAINBURNINGPAINMAGGOTSPAINMIKEROSSJOHNPAIN Swish
- "OWWWAAAGHHOHHH !" OH SWEET JESUS PLEASE LET THERE HAVE BEEN TWELVE -
I BEG YOU GOD LET THERE HAVE BEEN TWELVE
The mistress squatted before Diane, grabbed Diane under the chin and lifted up
her red, contorted face. She looked into Diane's teary eyes, her own eyes
diamond hard and laser bright, her face rigid, and in a cold voice said, "I told
you to take twelve in silence. You knew what the penalty was. I warned you there
would be no tolerance for another mistake." The mistress smiled slightly. "You
got past twelve before you screamed. Not bad for a novice." Tears of joy and
relief now mingled with the tears of pain. The mistress lowered Diane's face and
watched her cry. After a long moment she stroked Diane's hair a few times, and
left the room. On the way out she grasped Diane's legs and moved her enough that
her face lay on clean tile.
A few minutes later the mistress returned. She prodded Diane in the ribs with
the pointed toe of her boot. "Wake up, slave. You must be the laziest slave in
the world, you're always asleep. C'mon, show me your face". Diane raised her
face, and the mistress stuck her toe under Diane's chin to raise it higher.
"Ahh, that's what I like to see, bright-eyed and scared shitless. Though that's
not quite true in your case, is it ? You weren't too scared to shit all over my
nice clean lavatory, were you ? The punishment you got was for trying to move
without orders, we haven't addressed the issue of this mess yet. Well, a)
you're going to be punished for making the mess, and b) you're going to clean it
up. Punishment first". Diane's ankles were untied. "What nice bruises on your
soles. They must hurt terribly. They'll hurt a lot more tomorrow. I think
tomorrow we'll train you to walk in high heels. Not those 3" inch fakes you
strutted around in when you were still a person, some REAL high heels". The
mistress spread Diane's legs, then took an adjustable spreader bar and locked it
about her ankles. "Stand up". Diane tried to stand. She got to her knees
easily enough, but the rigid spreader and her battered feet made rising any
further a problem and Diane fell on her ass. The mistress stung the thong of a
riding crop against her thigh and said "UP !". Diane tried again and failed
again and this time the thong made a rapid circuit between Diane's large
sensitive nipples, stinging each repeatedly. "ON YOUR FEET !". She managed, by
rolling on her hip then pushing hard with her bruised feet, to get some momentum
and staggered to her feet, grimacing from the pain. She swayed unsteadily. "If
you fall you won't fall alone". This remark diminished her attention to the
pain in her feet markedly and she stabilized. "Now walk over to the bidet.
We're going to clean you up before we proceed". By raising one foot and
throwing her hip as far forward as possible, then repeating the action with the
other foot, Diane managed to walk, urged along by the stinging of her back with
the crop, each hard footfall sending pain shooting through her legs. "Squat,
and don't move until I tell you to". Diane squatted over the bidet, and the
mistress adjusted several knobs, then stepped on the pedal and sent a stream of
water against Diane's buttocks, which the mistress adjusted to hit her anus.
The cleansing stream, though hard, felt good initially, but soon the rising
temperature was apparent. "Keep your ass perfectly still and don't make any
noise. Just act like you always did when you fucked your husband". The stream
was now very hot and Diane's ass was steaming. She closed her eyes and clenched
her teeth and endured and hoped it would end soon. "That's right slave, just
like you fucked". After a few moments the stream was cut off. "Now turn around.
I DIDN'T SAY TO STAND UP !". Diane rotated herself with a crablike motion.
"Line up that filthy face with the nozzle". The stream was restarted and Diane
suppressed a cry as the nearly scalding water struck her face. "Move your head
so we can clean all that crud off. In other words, now we DON'T want you to act
like you did with your husband". Diane quickly got her face and hair clean and
the stream was cut off before it became scalding. "First, let's be sure you
don't have another accident. This butt plug should do the job. Lean forwards.
Now guess what, slave ? This is going to hurt" she said as she roughly forced
the plug into Diane's anus. It did. "Now that we've cleaned you up, you can
clean up your mess. Drop to you knees." When Diane fell forward, landing on her
knees on the hard floor, the mistress removed the bar, then shoved her in the
direction of her accident, stinging her buttocks as she walked on her knees to
the pile. "Now clean up your mess". Diane looked up, confused. "CLEAN IT UP !
WHICH OF THOSE WORDS CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND ?". Diane raised her hands, still
bound behind her, as far towards the mistress as she could. "I'm not going to
untie you; you don't need your hands". Diane remained motionless, obviously
confused. The mistress grabbed Diane's hair and pulled her face near the pile
and shouted "EAT SHIT, YOU STUPID BITCH !". Diane stared at her in horror. "It
came out of you, so where else would we put it ? NOW EAT SHIT OR SOMEONE DIES
!". Diane lowered her trembling lips to the pile, stopping just above it, and
her whole body began to shake. "ZERO TOLERANCE! REMEMBER SLAVE, ZERO TOLERANCE
". Diane took a small bite and started to gag. "We don't have all day, slave,
speed it up". She forced herself to swallow, and took another bite, and forced
it down. She gagged again, and convulsed, and her swallowed shit promptly came
back up. "Keep it in your mouth. Scurry over to the john - why'd you name a
child after a shithole, what kind of rotten mother were you anyway - and spit it
out". Diane cleaned up the rest of the mess in this fashion, taking bites,
later licks, of the mess until she was sick, then rushing on her knees to the
toilet to throw up. Finally it was done. "You're going to have to develop more
tolerance for the taste of shit. Some of the quests will want you for a toilet
slave". Diane gave her a look of obvious incomprehension. "You certainly did
have a dull life, didn't you ? Maybe that's why the master decided to take your
freedom away, you weren't using it, were you ? A toilet slave is someone who
serves as their master's toilet, eating his or her shit and drinking their piss.
If one of the guests has a nice long turd halfway in your mouth and you run off
for the porcelain toilet and make him or her drop a load on the ground, they
will be humiliated. That must not happen. Being humiliated is your job. If you
don't do it, you know what will happen".
"Since you need training in this area, and it's been a long time since my
morning coffee, I'll let you serve me", the mistress said as she removed her
belt, then her boots, and her leather pants. "You're already on your knees, so
just lean back a little. Be glad I'm tall, if you get some little Oriental woman
with constipation you'll think you're back is going to break from the strain.
Open you mouth - wider - WIDER - you don't dare let any reach the floor. Now
keep your mouth open as I piss". Soon a stream of warm golden fluid was flowing
into Diane's mouth. She began shaking. "Hold your position, slave". When
Diane's mouth was full the mistress stopped pissing and ordered her to swallow,
which she did - then went scurrying for the toilet to throw up again. " 'What
we have here'", the mistress said, " 'is a failure to communicate'. Didn't I
just tell you that is NOT acceptable behavior for a human toilet ? I hope none
of the master's friends who go for that sort of thing will be coming soon, or
there'll be hell to pay. Worse, there'll be the master to pay. Well, since you
obviously aren't up to this yet, let's go by stages. Bend backwards over the
toilet. That's good. Now HOLD YOUR POSITION. This is called a golden shower".
The golden flow resumed over Diane's golden hair and face. "At least you can do
that".
Diane spent the rest of the day and all that night on her knees, her hands and
feet bound and her butt plugged, inside a sealed box three feet high and two
feet long and wide. Her face and hair were not washed, and several men urinated
and defecated on her so the odors of human waste would suffuse the hot, still
air in the box and acclimate her to the smells. She became nauseous repeatedly,
but with her stomach long emptied could do nothing but drive heave. By the time
she came out her tolerance was improved, and she managed to swallow several a
few small feces and several mouthfuls of urine before she threw up. Still, much
work remained to be done, so they put her back in the box and dumped a few more
buckets of human waste on her.
DIANE, Part 3 by SD
