Diane Blackmailed

"Hey, sleepy head, we're here!"

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...continued from Ch 05...

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Diane opened her eyes and saw the bright neon front of a nightclub. There was a bouncer at the door and two or three people standing just outside.

"I'm *so* sorry," Diane said. "I fell asleep, didn't I?"

Carol laughed. "Hey, if you need to conserve your energy to dance, that's fine with me. Come on." She climbed out of the car and handed the keys to the valet. He smiled at her and slid into the driver's seat. "Be nice to it," she yelled.

Within the first hour, Diane had finished two margaritas and danced with three different men. Carol was still flirting with the first man she'd met, they were in a booth sipping tequila and waiting to see who would make the first move. Diane was wild on the floor, an uninhibited dancer, often moving from one man to the other, rubbing against them, letting them run their hands over her clothing.

Around eleven o'clock, she was on her fifth drink and slow dancing with a very handsome man in khakis and a powder blue shirt. He smelled wonderful and she was losing control. All evening long, she'd been getting more and more turned on, teasing and dancing with man after man, filtering through them to find the one to take her home. This was him. She rubbed herself against him, letting the pain course from her breasts through the rest of her body, the current of desire always coalescing between her legs.

She said her goodbyes to Carol and he took her to his place. He poured her a glass of wine, but they were in the bedroom before she even tasted it. She pulled her dress over her head and unsnapped her bra. When he saw her breasts, he stopped. She tried to think of something to say, but he just stared. Reflexively, she offered herself to him, asked if he wanted to hurt them, reached toward her nipples to get him started. He picked up her dress and threw it at her, told her to get dressed, and called her a taxi. Defeated and frustrated, Diane went home.

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Diane lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Her life was running away from her. She couldn't even pick up a man in a bar without asking him to hurt her. Lars' dates were getting to be mundane, she was craving Monish and his customers. That was insane. He might be dangerous. He didn't do any of the screening Lars did. But then, Lars had introduced her to Monish. Nothing was perfect.

She absentmindedly touched herself between the legs, two fingers slipping along the edges of her pussy, opening the lips just the slightest bit, teasing herself. She closed her eyes and saw Julie. She leaned forward and kissed Julie, smelled the man sweat on her from her last John. She saw the tattoos along her neck, felt Julie's hands on her titties. Julie was pulling hard, twisting her nipples. Diane looked down and saw that it was her hands, she was pulling at herself. She let go, forced her arms flat on the bed at her sides.

Why didn't Monish call?

It was two o'clock in the morning and she couldn't sleep. She rolled over on her side, lay there for a while, rolled on her back again. She could call Lars. Lars could set something up for her. Send her someone. Send her to someone. But she couldn't. She was embarassed to let him know her hunger was getting to her. A normal woman could just pick up a man, Lars would wonder why she needed to call him.

Bailey. Bailey would come in a second. But she wouldn't call him. Never. He was an asshole and he scared her. But, he excited her too. She closed her eyes and thought about Bailey in the elevator. Diane on her knees sucking Bailey's cock on the elevator. She put her hand between her legs again and started rubbing her cunt, pictured herself at Bailey's the first night, helpless while he swung the single tail back and forth, back and forth, back and forth endlessly. She tried to masturbate herself but it wasn't working. She'd get aroused, but drop back off. Over and over, up...down...up...down.

She stared at the wall, at the curtains, at the television on the tall dresser. She reached for the remote and punched the movie channel. Nothing. She surfed. Channel after channel of nothing. She left an old black and white movie on, watching a detective story of some kind unfold. But her attention was always between her legs, her hungry cunt craving attention.

She looked at the clock, it was nearly four. "Damn it!" she yelled and got up out of the bed. In a frenzy, she pulled off her nightgown, flicked her nipples over and over, squeezed her titties hard, scraping her nails across the marks Curtis and the others had left earlier. The feeling was flooding through her now, she was feeling it. She pushed her hips against the edge of her dresser, felt her clit riding up and down over the wooden edge. She looked over the top of her dresser, frantically looking for something - nipple clamps, a hairbrush, something she could use. She saw a bracelet. Unclasped, it was four inches of gemstones, beautifully cut and wired on a silver chain. She reached for it, pressed it hard against her left tit and rubbed. The feeling was exquisite. She rubbed her clit faster and came in just a few seconds.

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Diane felt the sheet pulled off of her and hands grabbing her wrists and ankles.

"Oh, yeah. That's what I'm talkin' about!" She felt a hand clamped over her mouth and something hit her hard across her belly, stinging. She jerked upward, dropped back to the bed and felt it again. Three, four, five times, then he stopped.

Someone held a 12 inch wooden ruler in front of her face. "It's a motherfucker, isn't it?" he asked, then hit her five more times in exactly the same place. Diane's belly was on fire but she quit squirming, trying instead to make the shift that would turn this erotic.

"Oh, no you don't," she heard Monish's voice. He motioned and the men let go of her, stepped back across the room. Monish sat on the bed beside her and pulled her close, cradling her head in his lap. She lay limp, exhausted already.

"So, you know it's Saturday, right? The weekend? Your days off?" He stroked her hair. "I like the red hair. More meaningful to you and me and Curtis, but still...nice in general. A real whore's hair." He dug his fingers into it and pulled hard, bringing tears to her eyes. "And not just a wig." He leg go. "You might make us a little more money this weekend."

"Monish...I need to rest," she muttered quietly. She knew he wouldn't care but she said it anyway. Maybe this time he would. "I've only had two hours sleep. I won't be any good."

"I don't think it'll much matter," he said. "You just need to show up and follow directions. Got it?" She closed her eyes, craved sleep.

"Get dressed." Monish told her. "In anything. You won't be wearing it long."

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Diane blinked the sweat out of her eyes, tried to focus on the small lamp on the bookshelf across the room, tried to distract herself. The buzzing stared again before she could concentrate and her attention went immedidately to the new flood of pain deep inside her cunt. She tensed her thighs and pulled herself upward, her body rigid. It lasted only a few seconds. She let out a sigh and slumped forward. She felt her nipples start to vibrate, the clamps activated by one of the men sitting on the sofa. They stiffened, her body flooded again with arousal. Then, the one attached to her clit came to life. In minutes, she was near the edge again. And the man turned them both off.

Diane lost control and started begging. They'd been at it for nearly three hours and she thought she'd go insane if she didn't cum. Her arms and legs were restrained, strapped at the wrist, above and below the elbow, the bicep, the shoulder, eight similar straps up and down her legs. There were vibrators clamped to her nipples and one that clipped to the upper lips of her cunt, and pressed hard against her clit. The last two devices were round, rubber eggs with with six round metal faces inserted into her cunt and ass. They could be inflated, vibrated, or used to shock her.

The game the men were playing had one simple goal - to completely exhaust her. She'd come to them sleep deprived and fatigued but had come to life when they'd passed her around for the first round of fucking. Her body - sex starved from yesterday's boredom - rallied and feasted on the cocks, hands and tongues around her. She'd fucked all eight of them, then tried to have them go at her a second time.

But Monish had stopped them. He had a customer who had seen her photos and video and knew she was a true submissive, someone who enjoyed what they were doing. So, he wanted to pick up the game but not at the begining. At the end. He wanted her nearly at the end of her rope before he started.

"Please! I need to cum!" she screamed. The man on the sofa passed the controls to the man in the armchair. He pushed the clit vibrator to 5 and the nipple vibrators to 3.

"Not enough...not enough...please..." Diane moaned. "More...more...please, shock me...pleeease..." She moved her hips back and forth, "I'll suck you, I'll give you the best fuck of your life, I'll let you do anything you want to me..."

The man with the controls laughed. "Yes. You'll do that whether or not I do this..." He pushed the nipple controls to 7 and watched her grind her hips. "Yes...yes!" He turned one of the knobs slightly and pressed a button, held it down for five seconds. "YES!" she screamed as a shot of electricity flared deep inside her ass. "AGAIN!" He turned the voltage down and held the button only two seconds this time. "DAMN YOU! FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Diane was screaming now, swearing as he turned the various dials and pressed the buttons. It was never enough, never enough to do more than tease her. He turned the nipple vibrators down to 3 and the clit to 8...9...10... Her body arched and she bit her lip hard. She tried holding her body stiff to trick him, but he'd been watching her all day and knew the signs. When her belly started shaking he knew she was about to cum and flicked the device off.

"NOOOOO!" she screamed, collapsing back against her bonds. Sweat was dripping off her body, her hair was matted across her forehead and down her cheeks.  The man set the control box down on the armchair and stood up, walked to Diane. He slid two fingers betwween her pussy lips, feeling the sopping wet cunt, rubbing his hand back and forth, then pushing three fingers deep inside her. She moaned and tried to fuck his hand. If she'd had any shred of decency or modesty left, it was gone. She was pure animal now.

Diane was muttering something incoherent, unable to form words. He pushed his thumb against her clit and she shivered, shaking her body from side to side, straining harder, trying to feel the leather cutting into her arms and legs. "Yes, yes, closer, yes, oh please, oh please..." He rubbed faster, pushed harder into her. He saw the muscles of her thighs tighten and her back arch and pulled his fingers out of her. She collapsed completely into her bonds, broken.

"Whatever...whatever...whatever..." she muttered over and over.

"Monish," one of the men called. "I think she's ready."

A few minutes later, Monish walked into the room. He stood in front of her and lifted her chin with his fist. "Open your eyes," he said. Diane's eyelids fluttered but they didn't open. "Open your eyes," he repeated. She tilted her head to the side, eyes still closed. Monish motioned to the man in the armchair and he turned on the nipple vibrators. Diane's body rocked slightly, a moan came from deep in her throat. Her hips started to grind again.

"Another hour," Monish said.

Diane moaned quietly. His words were coming from far away, all she felt was the aching hunger between her legs. She'd been edged in the past but never like this. At some point, she'd gone numb and been able to endure it. This was different. They brought her to the edge and back again and every time it was torture, it was impossible to get control of herself, impossible to even shift into her private subspace. The feeling in her nipples was wonderful, her body melted into it. She knew they were going to let her cum this time, she knew they would never let her cum again. She craved it, she hated it. She felt the waves of desire again, from her nipples to the base of her brain. It felt so good. But then, it was in her cunt. What happened? She didn't know, couldn't follow it anymore. It was just pleasure moving around her body, caressing her, turning her on, making more of the juices that were running down the insides of her thighs. She felt the orgasm rising, her belly tensing, cunt lips swollen and soaked, started grinding back and forth, craving a cock deep inside her. Something inside her cunt was growing, swelling, she tried fucking it but there was no shaft. She didn't know what was going on and didn't care. She was so close to cumming, ground her hips obscenely, clenched and unclenched her ass. Then it stopped. She was falling off a cliff into darkness, felt nothing. Fingers then, fingers pushed up inside her. She tried to mouth "yes" but only a garbled sound came out. She fucked the hand as hard as she could, felt the orgasm coming closer again. Closer, closer. The fingers pulled out and the frustration flooded over her. She screamed. Something. She didn't know what. It didn't matter.

An hour later, Paul and Steve removed the devices from her. She moaned as the blood flooded back into her nipples and cunt lips but didn't have the strength to yell. As they removed each of the leather straps, her body melted into their arms. Her bones were like rubber, her muscles exhausted and limp. Steve tried to hold her while Paul slid the device she'd been strapped to back against the wall. Steve couldn't support her though and she slid out of his arms and onto the floor.

Monish came in and dropped to one knee beside her. "Diane?" She moaned a response. He picked up her arm and dropped it back to the floor, completely limp. He nodded.

"Bring her to Peter."

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"Diane?"

"Diane? Wake up Diane." She felt a hand lightly slapping her cheek. She was dreaming, must be dreaming. She couldn't sense her body, was she standing? Laying down? Restrained?

"Diane. I have a very simple challenge for you. Very simple. You basically just have to stand still." She heard the voice shift from one side to the other, the man was walking around behind her. "Well, there is a little more. But for a piggy little slut like you, it will be a very simple challenge." She felt a hand on her leg, the outside of her knee. She must be laying down. She tried to open her eyes but was too exhausted for even that.

"You are going to stand up. Straight. Hands behind your neck, titties out. Three men are going to cane you across the titties. Ten times each. Five above the nipple, five below." Diane felt her cunt getting wet, her clitoris hard. Yes. Hurt me. "Then, you are going to fuck them. Suck them until they are hard, then get on top and ride them until they cum inside you." Yes. Cock. Yes. Deep. Please. Deep.

"That's all." She felt his hand sliding up and down her leg, lightly stroking her skin. "That should be easy for a whore like you, shouldn't it?" She didn't answer, couldn't answer. She was still swimming in a warm place, body completely limp and exhausted, unable to move. She felt something warm moving through her body, followed it, realized he was twisting her nipple, pulling it, squeezing hard. She loved it, rubbed her thighs together. "Easy," she tried to say but again only a garbled sound came out.

"Here, put this on," she heard Peter say. Something cool fell against her, draping over her shoudlers and face. She sniffed. Latex. Diane concentrated hard and moved her arm, slid her hand along the floor until it touched the outfit. It took hours, took all of her strength and she fell asleep again. Peter watched her for a few seconds, then slid his hand between her legs, pinched her clit between his thumb and first finger. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide open, raised her hips, moaning incoherently. He pinched harder and she felt an orgasm building fast. She pushed upward again, desparate to cum but he let go and she crashed to the floor, destroyed again.

"They are on their way, you have about three minutes to be up and dressed." Peter stood up and stepped a few feet away, looking down at the spent woman laying at his feet.

"Diane? Diane, one more thing. You must be ready in time. And you must not lower your arms or flinch while you are being beaten. You may scream, you may be silent, but you may not move. If you move, Monish has committed to releasing your photos and movies to the Internet. And directly to your boss. Mr. Vader. Please satisfy my friends. Completely."

The words penetrated slowly but effectively. Diane panicked and somehow mustered the strength to get to her knees. If Vader saw any of the pictures, even the mild ones, her life would be over. She would lose her job and no doubt be blacklisted. Monish would own her. She forced her eyes open and looked around the room. A plush hotel suite. And a table with straps, thick leather straps with large metal buckles. Had she been strapped there and flogged? She didn't remember. All she remembered was being on the edge of orgasm. Forever.

She tried to stand but was unsteady, went back down on one knee. She looked around for Peter, didn't see anyone. Her cunt ached from being swollen so long, she wanted to masturbate first, relieve the tension, get her bearings back but she didn't have time. She crawled to the dresser, used it to help herself stand. She let go and steadied herself, then walked to the bed and sat on the edge. She pulled the latex outfit from over her shoulder. She turned it over and over until she found the front. It was one piece with a single zipper. She leaned forward to pull on one of the legs but lost her balance and fell backward onto the bed. She closed her eyes, tempted to sleep but knew better. Her job was at risk now.

She sat up and pulled the latex up over her legs, forced herself to stand up and pulled it up over her bottom. She worked hard to get her tired arms into the long sleeves, working each finger into the black gloved ends. She was tired and dizzy, dropped back onto the bed. There was a knock at the door and she panicked. Was it time already? With an enormous effort, she pulled the top up, pulled the hood over her head and down underneath her chin. There were openings for her mouth and nostrils, but her eyes and ears were covered. Blind, she felt for the zipper, pulled it up from crotch to just between her tits. Every inch of her body was covered except her titties. They were exposed and becuase they were so big, they hung down onto the bodice. She felt the cool latex against the underside of her enormous titties.

Diane stood up and put her arms behind her neck, as Peter has commanded. She wondered if they wanted her legs together or apart, but realized it didn't matter. They didn't want her mouth or her cunt or her ass. They wanted her titties.

She knew how she looked, she'd seen photos of herself in this outfit. She was an advertisement for tit torture. She was a fetish dream, an anonymous body that screamed "hurt these tities!" She trembled slightly, it was an effort just to stand up, let alone keep her arms up like this. She wanted to sleep, just fall over and sleep. Fuck the job, fuck Vader, fuck Monish.

"Aaaarrhhh!" she screamed and collapsed to the floor. Someone had slashed the cane across her tits with no warning and she'd crumbled. She panicked, it was over, Monish would deliver the videos and Vader would ruin her. She curled up on the floor and trembled.

They let her lay there for nearly a minute. Then, she felt hands underneath her arms lifting her up. A mouth pressed hard against hers and she opened up, letting the stranger's tongue go deep inside her mouth, her body electric with desire again. She pushed her hips forward, looking for something to rub against, arms flung around the stranger's shoulders. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she muttered, body on fire with lust. She heard laughter around her and felt a long fingernail rake across her upper lip. It was a woman. She felt another gush between her legs, would they let her fuck the woman? Would she fuck Diane? She was insane and forgot all about Peter's instructions as the lips and tongue brought her closer to orgasm.

She felt the woman move to one side and slide her mouth along Diane's cheek, tongue pressing hard, soaking the latex. "Aah!" Diane grunted as a cane sliced across her titties again. This time, she didn't drop but leaned back even further, offering herself to the next one. She put her hands behind her neck and started begging "hit me, hurt me, please, please, hit me..."

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Diane lay curled at Peter's feet. She was on her side, arms wrapped around his calves, legs splayed wide, Wendy licking her cunt. She'd endured the thirty stripes with the cane and fucked the men. They were satisfied. But Peter hadn't been. She'd been caned another thirty, remained standing and unflinching the whole time. Then, he'd stripped her out of the latex outfit and laid her down to be rewarded. Wendy tenderly rubbed a salve onto her badly striped titties, then settled down between her legs to give her the orgasms she'd been denied all day. Peter told her that he'd forgiven her first collapse. She had taken the last thirty gracefully and he was satisfied. Diane relaxed and enjoyed Wendy's tongue working between her legs. Peter sent her home at midnight.

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Diane heard a crash and loud voices. They were complaining, yelling at each other. "It's not me, it's that asshole Monish. This is the second time." "Yeah, but if we don't come back with her, it's our ass." "Are you sure Peter sent her home?" "Maybe he lied. Maybe she's still there." "Call him."

She picked up her phone and checked the time. It was four in the morning. The voices were coming from her bedroom, Monish had given they the keys. She was curled up on the living room couch. When the driver dropped her off last night, she was too tired to make it to her bedroom, had collapsed on the sofa. She stayed perfectly still. If they thought she wasn't home, they might leave. That might buy her a few more hours sleep before they caught on and came back to search for her.

"I can't call, let's drive to Peter's and get her." She held her breath. "This is fucked up. Look, a photo of Monish." "Yeah, he does that with all of his bitches. It's like a dog pissing on a tree." "Marking territory." "Yeah, marking territory." "Why doesn't he just piss on them?" They both laughed. "Drive to Peter's?" "Yeah, let's drive to Peter's."

Diane heard something else crash in her room, wondered what they were doing, what they were breaking. She heard footsteps in the hallway. "You gonna drive?" "I don't care." "I drove here." The footsteps stopped. Diane squeezed her eyes tight. She knew they'd seen her. Walking into her room from the front door, they would have gone right by the sofa, but coming from the other direction, she knew they couldn't miss her. She went limp, feigning sleep. It wouldn't matter to them, she knew that, but it was all she could think of.

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"Okay. Everything is calibrated. Wake her up."

Diane felt a hand stroking her cheek and heard the words from somewhere far off. She opened her eyes and saw three cameras pointed at her. Behind them was a row of six padded chairs, each occupied by a man wearing a black mask. Each of the men had a control box in his lap, rows of buttons and dials connected by wire to outlets in the wall behind them.

There were three fifty inch monitors along the wall above the outlets. She saw herself reflected in all three, the angles matching the angles of the cameras. She was suspended in the air. There were metal bands holding her in place - around her upper thighs, just below the knees, around her ankles, and more around her upper arms and wrists. Each of her fingers was held in place by a series of small bands, three on each finger, between the joints. Her head was held securely by bands around her forehead and chin, another thinner between her nose and upper lip. She felt earbuds in her ears and felt something in her mouth. Something metallic, just behind the upper and lower teeth. There was a rubbery taste in her mouth. She moved her tongue and felt a rubber bladder laying limp on it. She looked at the monitor and saw that there was a tube coming out of her mouth and disappearing behind her left shoulder.

She tried to open her mouth but the metal bands kept it firmly in place. She tried curling her fingers but they didn't move. She could bend her elbows and knees just slightly and her torso was free to move any way she wanted to. She felt the fear building up inside of her. Her torso was completely unbound, front and back. That couldn't be good news.

"Welcome to tonight's marathon," she heard a voice booming in the room. "This is Diane." She saw her face in closeup on the middle monitor. "As you see, she is in standard restraint position for the game." The picture changed to a closeup of her chest. There were a series of eight electrical pads, two above each nipple and two below each nipple. Her nipples themselves had some kind of metal rings at their base. The nipples had been pulled through and the rings clamped tightly around the areola, most of the sensitive part of the nipple was exposed in front of the ring.

"Tonight's player is a very experienced pain slut. We are raising the stakes. Each of your units has been recalibrated to thirty percent above standard settings." Diane squirmed a bit. She had no idea what standard settings were, but the voice was clearly challenging the participants to treat her more harshly than they were accustomed to.

The picture on the monitor changed to a shot from below, looking up into her crotch. She heard machinery whirring quietly and felt her knees being pulled up and out, her thighs being pulled slightly downward. She was being spread in a squat position. A metal arm came into view. It was holding a six inch long piece of black rubber with a single wire attached. The rubber cock was studded with flat metal pieces. She recognized it immediately, she'd had it inside her before. It was an all purpose pain device. It inflated, it squirmed, and the exposed metal conducted electrical shocks.

"Diane will be fitted with our standard devices, one insider her cunt," the robot arm moved upward and pushed it deep inside her, then drew back. Another arm came into view. "And of course, one in her rectum." The arm pushed the device into her, the two wires dangling down and out of view of the camera.

The camera switched to full body view again and she looked at herself. Half asleep already, she was now completely helpless, her entire body wired for pain and abuse to satisfy and audience Monish had sold her to for the night. She tried to fall asleep, to at least bypass some of what was happening to her. She closed her eyes but the voice didn't stop.

"Tonight, we have six players. We will repeat the rules so there are no misunderstandings. This is a simple two round competition." The monitor showed the control devices. "You each have the standard control device you were given last night. If you did not learn how to use the controls, you have forfeited your deposit already." The monitor shifted back to Diane, a closeup of her face this time. "The monitors in her headbands and in the device in her cunt will register her pain and arousal levels. For example," Diane felt a shock run across her chest and went rigid for a second. She was more afraid than hurt, didn't know what was coming. The monitor showed a meter with the numbers 1.2 and 1.0 side by side. "That was a fairly light touch across her breasts. She registered 1.2 for pain and 1.0 for arousal. Actually, that's quite a high number for arousal from such a small shock. We will need a moment to recalibrate the equipment."

The room went silent and the screens went black. There was a murmur from the room but Diane could barely hear it with the buds in her ears. She saw one of the men leaning to talk with the man sitting next to him, then both of them laughing. She felt the same shock across her chest and saw one of them pointing at her. He was smiling and pointed at his control box. With an exaggerated movement, he slowly lowered his finger until he pressed the button and she felt the shock again.

Diane began to feel heat rising between her legs. Her nipples swelled slightly. Immediately, the monitors switched on, each showing a split screen, an extreme close up of one of her nipples and one of her face. It caught the giveaway roll of the eyes and slight motion of her lips as her nipple swelled and the pain from the ring shot through her.

"Our pain slut can't resist, can she?" Diane heard the voice from the overhead say. The numbers flashed on the screen over her face. 1.3 and 0.6. "We've adjusted the arousal number. The subject has evidently been more completely conditioned than we thought and is easily aroused by pain." The arousal number jumped to 1.3. The men in the room laughed. "And evidently by humiliation," the voice continued. The number slowly climbed to 1.4, then 1.5. The room was silent for several seconds and the number slowly dropped back to 0.5.

"Each of you will be given a five minute turn at her. Your goal is to bring the pain and arousal levels upward concurrently to their highest point without letting her cum. If the pain and arousal levels are more than 2.0 points out of sync, your turn is over. If she cums, your turn is over.

"Between turns, she will be given two minutes to rest and recover. Then the next contestant will take his turn." "Or her turn," a woman's voice called from the room. Diane turned her eyes and saw that indeed, one of the figures in the room, sitting in the armchair in a dark business suit, was a woman. The arousal number on the screen rose from 0.5 to 0.8 quickly.

"Ah, she did not know that one of you is a woman?" the voice said. The number rose to 1.2. Again, whispers and chuckles from the room were channeled into the earbuds. Diane blushed deeply and the number rose again, topping at 1.5 before slowly dropping back to 0.5.

"I want to raise the stakes," she heard the woman's voice. The screens went dark again and elevator music flooded into the earbuds while they transacted business. Wagering on her body, on how much pain they could cause her, on her ability to withstand their onslaught and still cum. She felt her cunt oozing, swelling, her nipples stiffen. She craved their abuse, the humiliation of being their pain toy, her being reduced to nothing more than a softer part of the machine she was attached to.

The music in her ears stopped and the screens went live again, showing her full bodied and helpless. "Finally, you will be given one more round of five minutes each, this time in reverse order. This is to compensate for the exhaustion and fatigue she will experience as each of you takes your turn." The camera zoomed in on her face again, her eyes closed and mouth slightly parted. "Of course, as you know, we have been working with Monish and she has had less than twenty hours sleep all week. Her body has been used and abused in a variety of ways, all of which were available to you to monitor online." She felt another flush of humiliation and arousal. Monish was making double his money off of her, pimping her out to deviates like Peter while also charging these men to watch. She sagged slightly in her bonds, her life was over.

"Each of you has a sealed envelope you pulled out of the box on your way in. The envelope contains a number. That number is the sequence in which you will take your turn with Diane." A series of bright lights came on, Diane felt the heat on her skin and closed her eyes against the glare. "Please, open the envelopes and let the games begin."

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