Diane
6. Slave Training - Day Five
Diane was on her knees, haunch down, naked but not bound. Her behavior
yesterday had inspired her trainer's trust. The facts that Diane's feet still
hurt so much that she found it very difficult to stand, and that she was
surrounded by eight strong men, perhaps contributed to this trust. The trainer
now addressed her: "The Association will be meeting soon. This is an informal
name for the master's friends, associates, and "special employes". The name is
informal and there's no bylines or charter, but there's nothing casual about the
group. Ever member is selected carefully, as we must rely upon each other for
our survival. They must be discrete, disciplined people who can maintain the
secrecy of the group, and who enjoy the exercise of absolute power over you
slaves. One thing they share with you - anyone brought into this world who
doesn't work out will never get a chance to tell the outside world about us.
Anybody who displays any weakness in regard to you slaves becomes suspect, so
don't expect anyone to have any sympathy for your plight. You'll find there's
quite a variety of tastes among the members of the Association". She smiled,
pleased with herself. "You'll ALSO find that they like a lot of different
things. Some of them are wet and raunchy types who would rather fuck you than
whip you. No accounting for taste. In any event, the styles of pleasure you
may be encountering will probably shock a prim little lady like you, who
probably thought making love with the lights on required absolution. Some of
the Association will enjoy shocking you, so it's OK to LOOK appalled, like you
couldn't possibly do such a thing, when you get a bizarre order. But it's quite
deadly to not be able to obey any order, so you can't be squeamish about cocks
or cum. You're about to be exposed to both in abundance. You are not to attempt
to avoid or remove either. Gentlemen, start your engines...
Actually, all the engines had been revving for some time. Diane was holding up
quite well to the training, aside from her feet. She'd actually managed to hold
down some food yesterday ( she'd only lost six pounds in the six days of her
captivity ) and had only awakened screaming twice last night. The sight of the
lovely blonde on her knees, naked, had got them all hard as soon as they saw
her. Now their dicks were popping out and waving about Diane, prodding,
slapping, and rubbing against her pretty blonde head. For someone who had only
seen one adult's penis in her life it was a surreal experience, more like a
weird Freudian dream than something that could possibly be happening, which
helped her to detach from it and not react. The reality of the scene became
undeniable when the cum started shooting. She was hit by a great gob of cum in
her left eye and reflexively reached up and brushed it off. Almost as quickly
the mistress pushed through the men schooling about the kneeling slave and
struck her across the lower back with a length of rubber hose filled with sand
and sealed at both ends. The pain caused Diane to cry out and raise up on her
knees, hands grasping her kidneys, which exposed her ribs and the mistress
scored a clean hit in the ribs, knocking the breath out of Diane as it doubled
her over. Diane was bent over, one hand on her ribs, another on the floor,
gasping for air and trying hard not to throw up. "You DO NOT try to evade or
remove any cum, no matter where it lands ! Now sit up and we'll try this
again". Diane pulled herself up with difficulty and the men started again. She
was still gasping for breath, which gave several of the men a prime target, and
gobs of cum began hitting her mouth, much of it getting inside. Diane didn't
dare spit it out, and didn't know if it was permitted to swallow, so she let it
sit in her mouth and hoped it would drain out. The eruption of semen being a
somewhat difficult event to control, many of the shots were missing her mouth
and hitting her nose - some going in - cheeks, eyes, and soon her face was
covered with cum. The men who couldn't get in front of her took what targets
were available and fired into her ears or stroked their cocks in her hair,
making sure that when they came they shot their load into her hair. At last the
guns were empty, and the mistress told them to "go do some R&R - rest and reload
- then hurry back".
Diane was trembling as shame and anger and fear and revulsion competed for her
attention. She wanted to cry or to throw up or to hit someone. Most of all she
wanted to find a sink or a shower or even a toilet and get this scum off her,
but she didn't move. Her one action, once the barrage had stopped, was to open
her mouth wider to allow more of the jizz to drain out, but plenty remained.
"This is why we don't salt any of your food, slave. We figure you'll get all
you need this way. You can swallow if you want. I recommended you do, it
tastes like shit - well really it doesn't, as you well know, but it tastes
pretty bad - but it's better than keeping it in your mouth, and you must never,
ever, spit it out. Unless you're told to carry the it in your mouth to another
slave - one game the Association plays is filling a slave's mouth with cum and
having a group of slaves pass it from mouth to mouth until someone freaks and
then torturing to death whoever freaks - anyway, unless you're told to hold it,
go ahead and swallow. I said swallow, slave". Diane swallowed. "Not so
terrible, eh ? It won't hurt you, it's good protein. Unless they have a
disease, of course. That's the one thing that might spare you this kind of
treatment, the fact that the membership has to be concerned about disease. Of
course, it might mean that they'd be more inclined to torture than sex. In any
event, you just sit there till it all dries. Don't try to wipe it off or shake
it off. After it dries we'll clean you up. The smell can be removed pretty
easily, or at least the smell that anyone else can detect. However, you're
going to smell cum on your face and in your hair for a long time, no matter what
you do. Odds are, even if they decide to keep you as a slave, you'll smell it
for the rest of your life".
By the time the cum had dried thoroughly and Diane had been cleaned up, the men
where rested and eager for another session with the pretty prisoner. Four of
them were delighted when Diane was ordered to hand job them to maximum
erections, then dismayed when the mistress instructed her in applying penis and
testicle restraints that would prevent them from either ejaculating or going
flaccid. "Sorry guys, we need some of you for the long haul", the mistress
said, laughing. "Now we're going to see to it that you don't freak when you
get used in nonstandard ways. Since I know how you love come, we're going to
start with technique that one I for one have never been able to figure out, but
that some people like. Lay on your back on this mattress. You, you ready to
come ? Well, feel her up a little. You ready ? Now straddle her just below her
chest and lay your cock in her cleavage. Slave, grab your tits and squeeze
them, get the cock in between them. Now roll them around so the cock is getting
rubbed between them. Faster - Harder - More movement - c'mon bitch no one cares
if it hurts you, you've got a guest to serve and that cock'd better blow or
you'll be in a world of shit - and that's not a figurative expression here, girl
- roll those tits, I think we're getting somewhere, raise your head slave, and
open your mouth - point it at the cock - open wide and keep it open -oh, we have
a gusher. Damn, it got her on the chin ! Oh, well, push it in her mouth, stud.
Keep your mouth open, slave. Swallow. Now lick off his fingers. Now sit up
and lick his cock clean".
As the day went on, Diane fucked on her back and on her belly, laying on the
man, sitting on the man, squatting on the man, sitting facing the man, standing
up with him, him standing and her with legs wrapped around him, with her legs on
his shoulders, with her shoulders on the floor and him standing over her, on all
fours face down and on all fours face up ( a position she had trouble
maintaining until the trainer put hot pokers on the floor under her ). The kama
sutra was exceeded while the day was still young. She took it in each of her
holes, in all of her holes, and in each combination of any two holes. She took
multiple dicks in the same hole. She alternately licked the dick and pussy of a
copulating couple ( the mistress found it too hard to remain a spectator ) while
taking it in the ass and cunt. She took dicks while licking pussy, while
getting her pussy licked, while jerking off a dick with each hand. As the
purpose was to instruct her in the seemingly infinite variety of positions, the
men not clamped off had to withdraw before coming, and had to wait to get back
in, so as to prevent their release, and the other guys were unable to obtain
release, so the fucking went on interminably and quite brutally for all
involved. At last the men could go on no longer. All eight men lay sweaty and
exhausted about the floor of the dungeon. Diane was allowed to slump against
the wall. She was bathed in sweat, her whole body was sore, she was exhausted
to her depths. Her ass and groin were terribly sore and swollen, her breasts,
which every tiring man seemed to regard as rejuvenating charms, had been rubbed
and squeezed and twisted and slapped and bitten and were bruised and sore and
swollen. The mistress knelt in front of Diane, bound her wrists in front of her,
tied her ankles together, pulled her knees up, tied her wrists and ankles
together, then slid a rod below her knees and above her elbows and hung the rod
between two poles. "I'm going to go get these poor guys some gatorade, and I
can't take a chance that you might take advantage of my absence and their
exhaustion to attack them. You just hang loose till I get back". Before leaving
she grabbed Diane's ankles and gave them a hard push, causing Diane to spin
twice around the rod, showering her perspiration all around her, before she came
dangling to rest.
When she got back Diane was asleep. Diane was revived to make certain she saw
her partners holding wet rags to their heads and swallowing cold drinks. They
had kept her on a very strict fluids regimen the whole time of her captivity,
and she had perspired terribly today. She watched her trainer and the others
swallowing beaded glasses of cold juice and soda and beer. No one paid her any
attention. The group began to wander about the dungeon, discussing the
instruments and how they'd used them in the past. One of the men passed close
by her with a large glass nearly full of icewater. Her thirst was maddening;
she could bear it no longer. "Please, sir" she whispered, "may I please have
just a little drink ?" He looked at her with delight. "Oh, madam, little miss
roll-me-over-and-do-it-again is asking for a little water". Diane was already
sick, but know she felt much sicker. "I suppose we should give her some then",
came the answer.
Which was done. First, though, a thick rag was shoved in Diane's mouth and tied
in place to assure that none of the water went there. "You do need some water,
slave, you're a mess. First, let's pour some liquid soap on you. Would some of
you guys mind rubbing that all over her ?" A number of volunteers were found.
"That's good. Now get a hose. A hose was hooked up and a powerful stream of
water was directed all over her, knocking her about on the rod. "Want to see
something fun, guys ?" "Of course". "Good. Turn the nozzle on the hose to stop
the flow. Now a few of you hold the hose and aim it at her backs of her legs.
I'll turn the pressure up. Now, open it up". The stream of water struck
Diane's legs and drove her around the rod one way, then hit her in the back and
sent her the other. She swung back and forth for a few moments. " Ain't this
fun, fellows ? Now, when you hit her legs, move the stream off her till her
shoulders come up, then hit her shoulders and you can keep her spinning. Isn't
that a sight. Oops, missed the shoulders, she stopped, got to get her going
again. One, two, three, four, five, six - ah, missed again. Six rotations is
pretty good; it's hard to control the hose well enough. You want to see her
keep spinning ?" A unanimous "YES !" "Great. Everyone grab a cane. Form two
lines in front of her, The guy on the left will hit her feet -" "You sure
that's a good idea ?" "SHUT UP, WIMP - hits her feet then goes to the end of
the line. The guy on the right hits her shoulders when they come up, then when
her feet reappear the next one up on the left hits them, and we just keep going
and she keeps spinning". "WE ? What are your doing while we do all the work ?
"If one of you misses I shove your cane up your ass and out your throat, that's
what I do !"
Whether because they were all practiced with canes or because none of them were
certain she was joking, the plan worked very well, and Diane spun over and over,
her world a complete dizzy blur with regular stabs of pain in her shoulders,
terrible bolts of agony in her feet and steady, growing burning pain on her arms
and legs. She was unconscious for the last ten or twelve rotations, a fact
difficult to recognize and very disappointing when it was finally noticed. The
assemblage was still sore, but they were horny again. They took the slave off
the rod and slapped her awake. The rod was elevated a bit, then Diane was laid
across it face down and her wrists tied to her ankles. Her feet were too badly
hurt for her to stand even if she had possessed the strength to stand, so she
hung over the rod. The gag was removed. "Slave, slave, wake up slave. You were
bold enough to make a request of one of these men. We all know what you really
want, so just go ahead and ask for it. You have permission to speak. We all
know what you want, ask for it. ASK FOR IT BITCH ! I'LL BET YOUR MOTHER KNOWS
WHAT YOU WANT, SHOULD I GET HER HERE SO SHE CAN TELL US ?" "No...." "So what
do you want ?" "I want... them to... make love...." "MAKE LOVE ! NOBODY LOVES
YOU, YOU SILLY WHORE ! NOBODY WILL EVER LOVE YOU ! YOU KNOW WHAT THEY WANT,
YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GOOD FOR ! ASK FOR IT !" "I want them to fuck me", Diane
said in a near whisper. "ASK FOR IT NICELY, AND SPEAK UP SO THEY CAN HEAR YOU
!" "I want them to fuck me, please". "OK, guys, form a line, the one she
asked for water first. Ask him, slave". "Please fuck me". The trainer struck
her hard across the buttocks with a cane. "Ask again, slave. Show some respect
to someone who's worth more than you". "Please fuck me, sir". The mistress
nodded, and the first man seized Diane's breasts and thrust into her vagina,
which in the period since the last penetration had gotten much more swollen and
stiff and sore. Diane had no strength left to scream, but moaned throughout the
difficult penetration, not a moan of passion but an incoherent droning sound
that one might have heard in an asylum. "Who wants to hear that shit ? Gag the
bitch", one of the men said. "NO !" the trainer said. "She has to ask you to
fuck her. You wouldn't want anyone to say you raped her, would you ?"
When the first was done, the trainer prodded Diane hard in the ribs with the
cane. "What do you have to say, slave ?" In a weak, ragged voice, Diane said
"Fuck me please, sir". "Go to it, lover. Remember, guys, if you use both holes
use the pussy first, we don't want our little toy to get sick and break down".
There wasn't much need for the direction. Diane wasn't moving much and her
vocals, the continual moan only interrupted when the mistress prodded her into
saying again, "Fuck me please, sir" in a steadily weakening voice, were
unresponsive and anything but sexy. To make it somewhat interesting a few of
the guys held her by her slender thighs and moved her around on their cocks, but
she was too far gone to be much fun, and they were all still sore. After the
eighth man had taken her, no one lined up again. "No one wants seconds ? You
guys are wimps, get out of here". Which they did with alacrity.
"Well, slave, just us girls again. Here's something else you need to be ready
for". The mistress shoved two fingers into Diane's raw pussy, then her hand to
the knuckles. Diane was too tired and too hurt to be very responsive, so the
mistress had to twist her fist a few times to make new pain register on Diane's
face. "You felt that, eh ? How about THIS", she said as she pushed her arm
deep inside Diane and grabbed and twisted her vaginal wall. "AAAEEEEUUGHH - "
"Oh, shit, slave, you can't pass out know, I've gotta fist your rectum".
Mistress got a bucket of cold water and raising it up below Diane's hanging head
immersed her head, Diane awoke gagging as the water rushed into her nose and her
open mouth. As she was shaking her head from side to side and trying to spit
the water out, the mistress said, "You're so exasperating, slave, first you ask
for water, then when someone brings it, you don't want it any more. It's like
dealing with a little baby. Though most parents don't do this to a willful
child", she said as she shoved her fist up Diane's ass. "Yuck", she said,
studying her hand, "You're such a messy slave".
After cleaning herself up, the mistress came back to where Diane was still
hanging over the rod. "Now, before you go to bed, you contrary cunt, let's clear
something up. Are you still thirsty ? Slave, wake up slave, are you still
thirsty, would you like a drink ?" "Y.. Yes...please...drink" "OK". She
untied Diane and tossed her over her shoulder, then carried her to the lavatory.
"You made such a nice dog. I think that's your vocation, slave. One thing dogs
do, especially dumb ones, is drink from the toilet. So you want a drink, then
drink". She laid Diane's head and arms across the toilet bowl and left her legs
on the floor. Diane didn't move. "One minute, slave, then I lock you in your
cage until tomorrow. If you want to drink, this is your last chance".
Diane slowly, painfully lowered a hand to the water and brought it to her mouth.
Before it arrived her trainer kicked her hand away from her mouth. "Doggie
style. Lap it up". She lowered her head into the bowl, put her lips to the
water, and started weakly sucking on the water. She scarcely had any in her
mouth when the mistress dragged her away from the bowl, quickly squeezing her
cheeks and shaking her head to shake free what little water was in her mouth,
then carrying Diane to her cage. "P..Pl.lease...." she whispered as she was
locked in. "Please ? Please ? You want me to please you ? Slave, you exist to
please, not to be pleased. You please ME, I don't please you. And what would
please me now is to piss on your face". Which she did before leaving Diane
caged for the night.
DIANE, Part 5 by SD
