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This story may be freely distributed, so long as the following
warning remains attached.


WARNING:  This story is not to some tastes.  Actually, it's
not to most tastes.  It involves bondage, golden showers,
humiliation, kidnapping, murder, rape, scat, slavery, terror,
and torture, all of them nonconsensual.  There's also doubtless
some grammatical errors; for those, my apologies.

This is not by any means a normal bondage story, it does not
represent the practices of the BDSM community, where consent is
required and the safety of all players a key concern.  People
into B&D will find bondage here, but not the safe and loving
sort they crave; people into D&S will find no power exchanges,
nor any loving submission or concern; people into S&M are the
ones most likely to enjoy this story, but it is not an S&M story,
in which people with complementary needs, to give and to receive
pain, come together to consensually satisfy their needs.  This is
a story about sadism w/o masochism, and as such is an evil story,
as much a horror story as it is an erotic story. Please do not read
it unless the most extreme examples of human evil interest you.

                                                SD



DIANE, Part 6
by SD


9.  Slave Training: Day Eight

"So you can stand barefoot today.  What good is that, we need you
in heels and you keep falling down.  Well, if you need to stay
off your feet longer, we'll accommodate you".  Diane was standing
naked with her wrists fastened together before her in padded
leather cuffs.  The mistress hooked a chain to the ring between
the cuffs, then threw a switch and raised Diane's hands above her
head.  "Now are you sure your feet still hurt ?"
  "Yes, mistress".
Another moment and Diane was on tiptoes.
"Now, you want to admit to faking this problem ?"
  "No, mistress.  Please just LOOK at my feet, they're still so
swollen".
  "Have it your way", the mistress smirked.
Diane was lifted off her feet and hung by her wrists.  The
mistress took her by the hips and turned her about, admiring the
extensive network of stripes across Diane's back and buttocks and
the smaller but still quite painful looking pattern on her chest.
"It looks like you've had a fair introduction to the buggy whip.
It's one of many whips that will be used on you.  Most of the
whips used, like most of the canes and crops and floggers and
straps, will redden your skin or leave welts, but usually will
not cut your skin. The knouts and bullwhips and some cats will
cut you. Unfortunately, I can't demonstrate the feeling of having
your flesh flayed by the whip, since they want you displayed at
the gathering.  If you don't impress the Association, I may just
get the pleasure of whipping you into little pieces, which I
would REALLY enjoy.  For now I'll have to satisfy myself by
introducing you to less bloody toys".
"The buggy whip you know.  The horse whip is pretty similar"
  "OW !"
"Don't you agree ?  Of course you need a better sample to
make a fair comparison".
  "UHH AH AAH OOW AOOW EHH EEYY AHGG EE
OOOW IIII IIIEEEYY !"
"Pretty similar, eh ?"
  "huh-huh-Yes, mistress, very similar".
"Even on the breasts ?"
   "IEEEE - yes mistress, yes !"
"Well, then, we don't need to work more on that one.  We'll go to
some of the cats.  Not the cutting ones, not today, but there's a
few that won't break your skin that you'll just love".  Nine
strips of leather flew to a collision with Diane's belly, and she
shouted and jerked her legs up. Then they came slashing up from
below and caught the back of Diane's raised legs. This went on
for ten more strokes, with Diane's body involuntarily moving to
defend the last part struck, exposing a new target in the
process.  Diane was spinning and jumping in her bonds as she
screamed and cried.
 "You dance on air very nicely. But I need you dancing on the
ground and you're going to wish you were !  Let's try another cat,
this one, the knots leave such nice bruises".  The whip searched
out the few stretches of unmarked white skin that were still
available.  In her agony, Diane's discipline broke down and she
tried to evade the whip, swinging herself about in a fruitless
effort.  The mistress was laughing as she used Diane's own
momentum to make the whip crash even harder into her soft flesh.
"Oh, bitch, haven't you learned yet that it always hurts more
when you resist !  What am I going to do with you !  I'm going to
whip you some more, that's what I'm going to do !", the mistress
shouted through her laughter, as the whip kept finding the
vulnerable skin of the screaming, sobbing woman dangling from the
chain, until at last, mercifully, Diane hung with her head back,
mouth open, unconscious.

Diane awoke face down on the hard floor of the dungeon.  She'd
been unhooked from the chain, and a hobble placed on her ankles.
Damn, she thought, my chest hurts, and forced herself over on her
back.  That hurt worse.  She tried laying on her side, that hurt.
Her feet still hurt, and she wasn't sure she could stand up
anyway; the thought on falling on her burning buns was quite
scary.  One of the least damaged parts was her legs between the
ankles and knees, so she knelt, but her thighs and butt were too
sore to rest on her haunch, so she had to raise up on her knees.
Her weight on her bare knees on the hard floor also hurt, but it
was the least painful position she could find.  Even without the
added effect of her weight pressing them, the stripes
crisscrossing her abdomen and buttocks and thighs hurt terribly.
All her muscles ached, her feet throbbed, her anus and vagina
were unbelievably sore.  I can't endure any more of this, she
thought, there must be a way out of this nightmare.  She looked
down at her wrists.  The leather restraints had some heavy metal
buckles on them.  If I could get a shot at the bitch, I could
bash her head, Diane thought, even if she is bigger and stronger
than me, and for a moment the pain receded as Diane had a reverie
of the mistress on the floor with Diane pounding her skull into
mush. Then, she thought, get the keys to the restraints and the
remote.  The remote will open the doors to the dungeon. How many
codes can there be, she thought excitedly.  But what if the wrong
codes trigger an alarm ?  If I do get out of this room, how do I
get out of the estate ?  I don't know the way out, and there were
all those doors on the way in.  Even if I get out, who will
believe my story ?  By the time I can convince anybody that this
can possibly be happening they'll have removed the evidence and
surely have killed mom and the boys.  "Oh, damn, DAAMN", she said
through trembling lips as the tears welled up.  "How can this be
happening to me ! - uhhh - Why me !  -sfff - What do I do to
deserve this -ahggh".  What could anyone ever do to deserve this,
she thought, I wish they'd killed me in Mom's house, I want to be
dead, but now I don't dare die, I can't even die, she thought, as
the racking sobs overcame her and she fell over hard onto her
burning buttocks.  "Oh, fuck..."

When the mistress returned Diane had recovered her position and
her composure.  "I'd thought I'd show you some of the whips we
won't be using on you before the meeting", the mistress said.
"These are bullwhips. Here's my favorite: 25 feet of leather plus
a 3 foot thong on the end.  It takes plenty of space to swing it
in, but I could cut your tits off with this.  The other one isn't
quite as deadly, but it could carve you up pretty good.  And this
cat o'nine tails with steel hooks in the tails will rip you  to
shreds; I especially love what it does to a woman's breasts or a
man's balls.   One more demonstration".  The mistress hooked
Diane's ankle restraints to the hanging chain and had her pulled
off the floor, then slipped a collar around Diane's neck and
attached her wrist restraints to the collar. "Now our demo", the
mistress said.  Diane looked at the deadly whips on the floor and
then looked up in terror at the mistress. "Oh, I won't butcher
you today, slave, though I admit I'm looking forward to the day
when they realize you're not worth the pittance we spend to feed
you and put you to some good use, like having your skin flayed or
being tied to a bondage wheel and getting your major bones
broken.  Medieval executioners used iron clubs and delivered
forty blows; all but the last broke bone, the last was over the
heart and killed the subject.  They thought it was skillful to have
the victim live to the fortieth blow.  HAH !  Here, slave, no one
ever dies before sixty".  She grabbed Diane's head and ran her
hands through Diane's hair.
  "Oh, I'd have so much fun cracking your delicate little bones,
slave.  But that's for another day.  Right know I'm going to spin
you with the bullwhip; pity your hair isn't longer, long hair
flying from a spinning slave's head is such a nice effect".

The mistress took the bullwhip without the thong and moved to about
twenty feet from Diane.  "How do you like inverted suspension,
slave ?  Sort of feels like your world's turned upside down, eh ?",
she said as she warmed up, cracking the whip close by Diane's
suspended form, making Diane jerk from the sound alone.  She
stepped a few feet closer, and wrapped the whip around Diane's
waist; it hurt but didn't break the skin.  Then the mistress
pulled hard on the whip and yanked it out of it's tight embrace
of Diane's midsection, causing Diane to spin clockwise three
times fast, then as her momentum abated to spin counter clockwise
until she was back to the original position, but she didn't stay
there, for even as the chain was unwinding, the whip was in the
air again, embracing Diane just below the breasts then setting
her spinning again.  The third time was the worst, the sharp
leather encircling Diane's breasts so tightly that she thought
they would split before Diane's world was set to whirling again.
The whip caught her around the hips and bit into her buttocks,
the bite even worse as it pulled away, then encircled her about
the ribs and dug in so well that Diane was sure her ribs would
crack before it released them.  After the fifth time the mistress
put away the whip.  It was a long time before Diane was sure
she'd stopped spinning.

"I think I'll leave you like this, slave", the mistress said.
It'll keep those feet off the ground - and elevated - and it will
help you see things from a new perspective.  For example, 'why
you' becomes 'why not you'".  Diane looked at her in surprise.
"What, slave, you got so emotional that you forgot about the
microphones ?  Do you imagine that a slave ever has a moments
privacy ?  Well, you don't have any privacy and you never will.
You're monitored continually, so we know about your pitiful
little crying jag.  So, 'why you', 'what have you done to
deserve' this ?  Why not you ?  Are you special ?  Should some
less wonderful person than you be here now ?  What did you ever
do that you shouldn't be here ?  Don't delude yourself that you
have any value to the world, it's doing just fine without you and
will continue to do so.  The fact you're not out there doing the
petty little things you used to do hasn't effected anyone.
NOBODY CARES that you're gone, you stupid bitch, it doesn't
matter in the least.  YOU didn't matter out there.  Well, HERE
you matter; look at all the people and equipment and the
facilities assembled just to use and abuse you.  There's a group of
people who will be gathering from all over the world, some of
them very important people, people who DO matter, who are coming
here in part to check you out and play with you.  That's a lot
more significant than supervising some paper pushers and raising
a trio of brats.  You're a lot more special now that we've got
your tush and tits and twat in here than you ever were out there.
Oh, you'd have lived longer if you hadn't been brought here, but,
hey, did you think you were gonna live forever ?  Now you don't
have to worry living out your boring life and getting old, you're
going to live fast, die young, and leave - well, you won't leave
any kind of corpse, and when we destroy your body it won't be
pretty, but it's the first part that matters".

The mistress gathered the whips to be returned to their hooks,
then turned to Diane and said, "I hope our little talk makes you
feel better, slave".

END, Part 6
