Diane Blackmailed

... recap of Ch 06...

"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 re-calibrated 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 re-calibrate 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."

... end of recap of chapter 6 ...

CHAPTER 7

Diane felt her body hanging suspended in the device, an insignificant piece of soft flesh at the center of a chrome and steel machine. Her body the central component in a game that was all about pain. Something ridiculous was coming through the earbuds - she recognized it as a pastoral by Scarlatti - a completely inappropriate soundtrack to accompany what she saw in the three monitors. Her body, completely restrained and helpless, tubes protruding from her mouth, cunt, and ass, wires connected to various other tender spots. The music disoriented her. Between her complete exhaustion - both from lack of sleep and Peter's all-day abuse earlier - the heat of the lights and the soft music in her ears, she couldn't tell what world she was in, could barely tell if she was asleep or awake.

But she knew one thing with complete and utter certainty. There were six people on the other side of that window who were taunting each other with boasts about what extremes they would soon be pushing her body to.

The lights dimmed slightly and Diane heard a voice over the loudspeaker. All it said was "The first contestant will begin in ten seconds." The voice was calm and nonchalant. Diane was anything but. As the voice counted down, she felt her body start to tremble, began to pant in short, quivering breaths.

"Three. Two. One." She took a deep breath and tensed every muscle, clamped her eyes shut.

Nothing happened.

Diane remained immobile for several seconds, then opened her eyes slowly. The room in front of her was dark, though she could still see the figures outlined. She began to relax, her belly first, then her arms and legs.

There was a slight tingling between her legs. Contestant One had turned on the vibrator. She felt awash in a sea of heat, the last two days had been nothing but a steady tease and her body was on edge already. She clenched and unclenched her cunt, feeling the limp inflatable inside her, wishing it was a stiff cock. She began to moan, then the vibrator stopped. She pushed her hips forward the inch or so that the restraints allowed but it was no good. Now she felt something else. Something in her chest. The pads across her breasts were coming alive, sending a low hum through her. Her nipples stiffened, her cunt swelled as the gentle waves of electrical impulse washed over her.

Then, something between her legs. The device deep inside her ass started shocking her. She jerked and tensed. In response, the device started inflating. It quickly filled her then kept growing. She started moaning her pain.

"3.0 and 2.8" the voice announced over the speaker. Diane heard it from far away, didn't care. Her insides were starting to respond now. Contestant One was slowly raising the voltage, the waves inside her were more painful but her arousal was keeping pace. She began to moan and whispered quietly "more, more..."

"5.0 and 4.3" the voice announced. She started moving her hips back and forth. The vibrator switched to a higher speed and the shock across her breasts kept up with the pace. She saw them jerk slightly as the muscles spasmed from the shocks. She started panting, felt the orgasm coming.

"5.0 and 5.5". Diane's body was trembling now, she started to sweat and moaned deeper in her throat. The wave of current inside her ass changed abruptly to a pulse. She jerked and screamed as a jolt of pain shot through her belly. Immediately, the lights came back up and the devices stopped.

"Two point five degree separation, disqualification," the voice announced and Contestant One's turn was over. Diane closed her eyes and trembled there in her restraints. She knew she would have cum in just a few more seconds if they'd kept things stable. The jerk! The asshole! He blew it!

Contestant Two's turn began with no warning. Diane felt both of the inflatables pumping inside her, both grew huge in less than a minute, she felt like she had two cantaloupes stuffed up inside her. Something began tugging at them, pulling them downward and she groaned, completely aroused now and desperate to cum. She tried to bear down, tried to crap out the one in her ass, feeling intensely aroused knowing that she was being watched.

Then, she felt the restraints connected to her arms start to move. The device was pulling her wrists and elbows, stretching her arms in opposite directions. At the same time, her legs were also being pulled wider apart, opening her even more. Contestant Two was taking a different tack, not electricity and inflatables but good old fashioned pain. Diane tried to focus on the feeling between her legs, but it was no use. The device was relentless in its slow tugging at her arms. She started to sweat and tremble, afraid Monish might have gone insane and was going to allow them to tear her apart in their machine. She started panting hard, taking short breaths, puffing them out quickly, afraid of what a deep breath might do to her arms and legs.

The man behind the glass turned another knob and Diane felt the pull at her nipples. The cables that were connected to them vanished into the wall in front and to the sides, the motors behind the wall were pulling them tight. She tried to lean forward but it was no use, the restraints were too tight. She felt something else between her legs. They had intertwined something between her cunt hairs and those were now being pulled as well, her lips being stretched forward and apart.

She felt the machine loose its pull on the inflatables and nearly came from the relief it gave her. Then, it started pulling again. Release, pull, release, pull. She started to push harder with her cunt, felt the orgasm getting closer and closer. She started muttering again, this time chanting "pull" and "push", matching what the machine was doing between her legs.

The machine hummed again and Diane's knees were pulled upward. Slowly, gently. They were pulled up so far that they nearly touched her elbows, she felt like her entire abdomen was going to gush out through her cunt with each tug. She began to cum, the shaking starting in her belly and traveling down her legs, her toes trying to clench against their bonds, calves twitching, jaw trembling. Then, in a single motion, the inflatables went limp and her arms and legs were lowered to their original position.

"Five minute mark. Congratulations, Contestant Two."

"Damn you! Damn you! Fuck you all! Fuck you all, you asshole twisted fucking sick perverts!" Diane screamed as well as she could with her head and jaw restrained. Her body shook and trembled with its need to cum. She was so close, so close, she'd started but couldn't finish, her body craving touch of any kind now. She looked through hazy eyes at the crowd in the control room, hating them, needing them.

"You fucks! You can't break me! Come on, give it to me! I can take it!" she screamed, nearly insane now with her need. "I can beat you at your own fucking game! Come on! Hurt me! Come on! Fuck you all!" She continued for the full two minutes, stopped only when Contestant Three started off with a harsh jolt of current that simultaneously went through her cunt and ass, her breasts, and her fingers and toes.

"Oh yes, oh yes, that's it! Turn it up!" she heard herself yelling at them, her body alive now, every inch of it ready for whatever they might do to her. The current went on, a slow and steady pulse, low to high, growing every time it cycled. Her body went rigid, then limp, rigid, then limp, her chanting filling the room, filling her ears. "Yes, higher, turn it up, yes, more...aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!" she came, her entire body shaking and clenching, while the current rose and fell. She came and came, one long, ongoing orgasm while the pain flooded through her, her attention nowhere and everywhere, fingers, toes, cunt, nipples, back and forth, eyes opened then shut, body rigid, then limp, feeling the juices flood down between her cunt lips and drip into the pool spreading on the floor below her.

"Contestant Three, you are disqualified from this round. The subject is not cum, we're sorry but you earned no points."

Diane needed desperately to sleep. But she knew she couldn't. There were two more to go. Two more in this round. Then, they would take their second round at her. Thirty-five more minutes of agony and orgasm. She wanted to tell Monish to phone Vader, to phone Lars, to phone all of them and tell them that she was finished with it all, with all of them, that she belonged to Monish, body and mind. Completely. She was home.

Contestant Four was disqualified, the spread between pain and pleasure widened by more than 2 points. Contestant Five gave a respectable performance, Diane nearly came twice and actually at one point begged him to give her a short break. That was a milestone for the game and for Diane. It made her aware that she still had limits, no matter how far Monish, Peter, Curtis or the others had taken her, there was still some sane part of her brain that recognized "enough". He hadn't stopped, but at least she knew she could still see that line.

Contestant Six took a completely different approach. It was renee, the one female in the bunch. Diane heard the motors of the device whirr to life and felt her head being raised and turned slightly. She was staring directly into the control room, just a bit left of center. The lights in the control room brightened and Diane watched a figure from the second row stand up and talk to the window. It was the female whose voice she'd heard earlier. The woman pressed a button on the control box and Diane saw two numbers displayed on the glass. 0.5 and 0.2. Arousal and pain. Diane wasn't sure which was which but it didn't matter. The numbers had to be no more than 2.0 apart or renee's turn was over.

The woman handed her control box to one of the men, then calmly unzipped the front of her dress and let it fall off backwards. Diane's eyes locked on her body. renee was incredibly sexy, a rounded woman with firm 38C breasts, a smallish waist, and narrow hips. Her skin was tanned and flawless. Diane's cunt got wet just looking at the woman. The woman touched her finger to her tongue and then to her left nipple. It stiffened and she did the same to her right. Diane felt her nipples stiffen and her cunt started throbbing. She noticed that the numbers were changing. 0.8 and 0.2. 1.4 and 0.2. The first number was clearly arousal. The woman put her finger in her mouth again, then lightly ran it down her belly toward her crotch. 1.8 and 0.2. 2.0 and 0.2.

Without taking her eyes off of Diane's face, the woman reached down and pushed a button on the control unit. Diane screamed as something sliced across her back, a whip or a strap. The numbers jumped 1.5 and 2.5. Arousal and pain had swapped but were still within the allowed 2.0 range.

Diane heard more motors spin and saw that four panels in the walls had slid back and now metallic arms protruded into the room. From each of them hung a cluster of thin, three foot long leather straps. She watched in fear as the woman turned a dial and the arm to the forward right of Diane pulled itself back. Diane's eyes locked onto renee's and she saw her press a button. The arm spun fast and delivered a harsh stoke across Diane's belly. She screamed again, the pain was intense, horrible. The numbers were now 1.5 and 3.4 and she was panting hard. But, the vibrator and the inflatables took over, massaging her teasing her, and soon she was at 4.0, the pain dropping to just above 2.

This time, two of the arms whipped her, one across the fronts of her thighs, one across the small of her back. 6.0 and 4.1. Diane panicked, she knew what the woman was doing. Unlike the others who tried to keep the numbers climbing in tandem, she was playing the margins, jerking Diane back and forth from arousal to pain, always just inside the 2.0 limit. She swung back and forth in the machine, body completely at renee's mercy. At one point, she was registering 9.0 for both arousal and pain and renee let both numbers slide slowly back to 5 before pushing them back up again. Diane was losing her sense of reality,  she felt like she'd been there for hours and hours, days, weeks. The woman was masterful, relentless, and in complete control.

All four of the whips came at her this time and her vision went white from the pain. Immediately after, the vibrator slowed to nearly a stop, while the devices at her nipple emulated gentle stroking of a tongue. After a few seconds, the vibrator shifted to high speed. Diane's body went rigid and she came, a loud, shrieking orgasm, then everything went black.

Diane heard someone clapping.

She opened her eyes and saw that she was laying on a bed, a light blue sheet covering her. At the end of the bed stood a man in a dark suit. And renee.

"Wha...?" she muttered, trying to sit up but failing. She was too weak.

renee walked around the bed and knelt on the floor, leaned forward and stroked Diane's forehead. "We won." She kissed Diane but Diane was too limp and exhausted to respond. renee was naked except for a pair of pink nylon panties. She picked up Diane's hand and put it between her legs. She pushed the back of Diane's hand against her cunt, rubbing gently. She moaned and rubbed gently for several minutes.

"Enough," the man said. renee stood up and laid Diane's hand across her chest, the back damp and shiny with her cunt juice. renee walked back to his side, knelt on the floor beside him.

Diane stared at him. He hadn't been one of the men in the booth. And, where was the booth? How did she get here?

"Ah, she's awake?" Diane heard Monish's voice. He walked into the room and stood next to the man. He looked at Diane and smiled. "You made me some serious money today, honey. You deserve a present or something." He said. Then, he turned to the man in the suit and put his arm around his shoulder. "As if!" They both laughed and Monish walked to the side of the bed.

"You were pretty much out of it for the whole second half," he told her. "Don't worry, there's a video. It's up on the Internet, so you can see how well you did in the second half." He put his hand on her belly. "You passed out quite a few times. And such dirty language when they didn't let you cum!" He slapped her belly twice then stood back up.

"Scooter and renee won, by the way, did they tell you that?" She shook her head. "Yes. renee is Scooter's slave. He put her into the competition just for fun. She had a pretty strong motivation, didn't you?" Monish turned to renee.

"Yes, sir."

"Tell Diane about it."

renee stood up and looked at Diane. "If I didn't win the competition, they were going to turn me into a detox whore."

Monish looked at Diane. "Do you know what that is, dear?" She shook her head. He motioned for renee to continue.

"They get you addicted to something, then watch you go through withdrawal." Diane felt her stomach turn. Somehow, that seemed sicker than anything she'd seen so far. "The cramps, the pain, the vomiting. And, when you're clean, they do it again."

Diane looked at Monish. "You're fucking insane."

He smiled. "Well, you and I know that, but your boss doesn't know that. Your friends don't know that. Your family doesn't know that." He leaned forward onto the bed, looked at her threateningly. "And we don't want them to, do we?"

She shuddered. There had to be some way out from under this psychopath. But she couldn't see it. She wanted to kill him.

"What now?" she said, trying to get her mind off of her hatred of the putrid monster standing in front of her.

"Well, it's only about seven p.m. You have the rest of the night to yourself, I know you have to be at work early tomorrow." Monish started walking toward the door. Then, he stopped and turned. "Well, not completely to yourself. As I recall, you made a deal with renee during the contest." He walked out of the room and closed the door.

Diane looked at renee puzzled. Then, she realized she must have done something during the blackout time, the time she didn't remember. The intense time of the second go-around. "What did I say?"

renee climbed onto the bed beside Diane. She lay beside her, pushing their bodies close.

"The second time around, I had you at 9 and above for most of my five minutes. You surprised me. You couldn't take it. You begged and begged and I relented." She slid her hand underneath the sheet and touched Diane's cunt. Immediately, Diane felt herself wet and ready. She opened her legs. "I told you I wanted you to lick my pussy and you begged and begged and promised." Diane looked at renee. Her face was so soft and gentle but there was a depraved gleam in her eyes. She fingered Diane's cunt and Diane melted into the bed. "I told you I wanted you to lick my ass and you promised. I told you I wanted to see you make yourself cum and you promised..." Diane shifted her body as renee's fingers went up inside her. She started to shake, the orgasm just seconds away. "You promised I could whip you and spank you and bite you and scratch you..." renee muttered on and on, her words hypnotizing Diane while her fingers worked inside her body. Diane came and came again, arms wrapped around renee's back. "Finally, you agreed to that you would take my punishment."

renee pulled her hand away and Diane slowly drifted back to reality. She was soaked in sweat and her body needed to rest. renee stood up and walked across the room, sat in a chair and crossed her hands in her lap.

The man who was with her grabbed the sheet and yanked it off of the bed. Diane lay naked, legs spread, hands covering her cunt. "renee has been a very bad girl," he said. "Last week, we were at a party..." he walked along the side of the bed, sat down next to Diane. "...and someone wanted to take her outside in the back yard and paddle her..." he ran his fingers through Diane's hair, pushed lightly at her temples. "...renee went outside but when she saw that there were taller buildings around with open windows, she resisted. There were people looking out their windows, looking down to see what was going on." He ran his hand down her neck and over her breasts. "We thought one of them might call the police."

He stood up and motioned for Diane to stand. She slid off of the bed and stood in front of him.

"Well, you can imagine that calling the police is a very bad thing.  It didn't happen, but renee misbehaved and that is what we are concerned with. She earned a punishment." He handed Diane a robe and she pulled it on. Then, he started walking toward the door. renee got up and put on a robe as well. the three of them walked down a long hallway.

"And now it seems that you have agreed to take her punishment for her. I doubt you would have agree had you known what she was in for." He stopped at the end of the hallway and took a key out of his pocket. "But, it's too late for that now." He unlocked the door and they stepped in. They were back in the game room. This time, the screens were dark and the room was empty. He motioned for Diane to step up onto the platform. She did. renee attached one of the metal bands to Diane's left wrist. As she did, she whispered to Diane, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." She continued attaching the restraints, all the time, whispering "I'm sorry...I just can't let him do it to me again...I am so sorry..."

Diane was scared. This woman was certainly a longtime submissive, a pain slut with who knew how many years under her belt, but she was afraid of the punishment, terrified for Diane who was going to take it for her. Diane felt her body shake involuntarily. Her body knew to be afraid even if her mind didn't.

The man had left the room. Diane saw the light come on in the control room and saw him sit in one of the seats in the front row.

"What are you going to do to me?" Diane whispered. renee answered, "I am so, so very sorry..." Diane trembled, begged her for an answer.  renee kept repeating herself, finished pushing the inflatables into Diane's body, then rechecked the restraints and left the room. All of the restraint were in place except for the ones that had held her head. renee had left that free. Why?

Diane saw renee walk into the control room and sit in the chair directly beside the man. He pressed a button on the control box and the number 60:00 lit up on the window. Diane watched him but his face was a mask, froze. He didn't betray any sense of anger or mercy. He was mechanical, just fulfilling an agreement.

She heard then saw the four doors in the walls open and the whips came out again. They began stroking her, the man in the booth adjusting them for height and intensity. One of the two behind her moved up and down from her shoulders to the small of her back, the other one from her bottom then down the back of her legs to her knees. The two in front went from her neck to her navel, then from navel to knees. But they were not very strong strokes, just slightly above a tease.

"Well, that seems about right then, doesn't it?" he asked. renee nodded her head, looked at Diane. Diane saw that there were tears in her eyes. Her stomach turned. What did renee know that she didn't?

"All right then, are the cameras in place?"

Diane heard whirring around her and the three cameras adjusted themselves at various angles around the room. She saw the man turning dials on the control device, then he stood up. renee stood up as well and they both looked at Diane. He shook his head, then looked away. Diane saw that renee's eyes were still wet. The man leaned forward to kiss renee. She put her hands behind her back, tilted her head upward to receive his mouth. He ran his hands over her body, pushing the robe open and showing her flesh to Diane one last time. He turned and looked at her, eyes making contact. Then, he pressed a button on the device and sat it down on the ledge.

Diane heard the motors around her begin to move. The first stroke was from behind, the lower arm hitting hard now, much harder than before, across the back of her knees. She felt her legs go weak, her weight now completely supported by the device. The second stroke was the forward arm cutting across the skin just below her neck. She screamed from that one. Behind her, the third arm delivered a stroke across her shoulder blades, then the final stroke across her belly just above her cunt. She was on fire, he'd only been testing earlier. This was worse than anything she'd had during the Game.

The arms shifted as they flogged her, moving up or down as needed to make sure they covered her whole body. She shook her head wildly, shaking and screaming as the pain crawled over the surface of her body. She heard a tap from the window and looked up. renee was on her knees, the man's cock in her mouth. But that wasn't what he was pointing at. He was pointing at the number displayed on the window. It read 59:44. She felt herself go numb when she realized what it was. It was a countdown timer. He'd set it for one hour, that must have been renee's punishment. What renee was so afraid of and so desperate to escape. That was why she kept repeating "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." Diane let her head drop onto her chest as the machine continued endlessly on and on, paying absolutely no attention to her sobs or screams.

...to be continued...