Diane Blackmailed

...from Chapter 17...

Taylor reached for the quirt and slid it slowly off Diane's shoulder, across her left tit. He stood to the side, asked Curtis if he could see all right. Curtis nodded. Taylor raised the quirt high and swung it toward her with all of his strength.

CHAPTER 18 [Week 7 Mon - Thurs]

At six o'clock the next morning, the taxi driver opened the door of his cab and helped Diane out of the back seat. His eyes locked on her huge chest, boobs swinging free underneath the high-necked cotton dress. She smiled at him, a weary but polite look. He went around the car and got back in, drove up the street.

Diane stood at the end of her driveway, dimly wondering what to do next. She had a sense that she should go inside and change, that she had to get to work though the idea wasn't fully formed. She hadn't slept in seventy-two hours and had spent the last ten of them tied to the pillar in the apartment while Taylor amused himself trying out all of the different items he'd been collecting over the years. On her.

Her body didn't want to move, it was going to hurt somewhere. She wasn't even sure she could make it to the front door without stumbling. She slowly turned her head and looked up the street. There were no cars coming, nobody on the sidewalks. That seemed funny to her but she didn't know why. A bird flew by and she turned her head to follow it, but she was too slow and it was gone. She felt dizzy and closed her eyes, felt dizzy and opened them back up.

She had a vague sense that it was Monday and that she'd not been at work on Friday. Could that be? No. She was there. That was when Vader reached across the desk and touched her titties. No. She'd fantasized that. He'd fired her. No, that wasn't right. She was afraid he would fire her. But he didn't. Did he?

A car drove by and she turned her head to follow it. Two men inside. Did she know them? Were they looking for her house? Had Monish sent them? Monish. Did Monish send the pills? Yes. Yes, the yellow pills were inside. The ones that would wake her up. Help her think clearly. She started walking to the house, moving slowly and carefully, tits swinging, rubbing against the cotton, nipples getting stiff now and pussy getting wet. This feels good. No. Focus. Her knees trembled, they'd made her cum last night, over and over, Curtis holding the vibrator while Taylor flicked a particularly nasty flagellum across her belly and mound. She pictured it in her head as she walked, even the mild stimulation of the fabric on her nipples was turnig her on. She saw the door in front of her, a hundred miles away. Her right hand slid down the side of her body, then across, then pushed hard between her legs. She moaned loudly as she came, standing on the porch, the door and the privacy of her home just inches away.

Anxiously, she turned and looked around. She barely caught the face of her neighbor across the street vanishing behind the curtains. Diane blushed deep red and went into the house. How much had she seen? Diane didn't care, pushed the door closed behind her and headed for the kitchen to look for the little yellow pills.

Diane's phone was ringing. She forced her eyes open, lifted her head and picked up the receiver. It was Monish. She looked at the clock. Ten in the morning. He told her that she had Monday night off and he had a surprise for her. Tuesday night, she'd be seeing Saabira again. Diane tried to act calm but couldn't control herself, blurted out "when? Where?" Monish laughed at her, said the driver would be there at six. Tomorrow.

She hung up the phone and looked around. She realized she'd fallen asleep at her desk. If Monish hadn't called, she might still be sleeping there. The pills she'd taken at six didn't help. She got up and went to the lounge, poured another cup of coffee, used it to wash down two more pills. She saw Vader walking down the hall. She thought it was Vader. A big, black man in a suit. She realized she was having trouble concentrating and closed her eyes again.

Vader tapped her on the shoulder. Diane turned her head slowly, opened her eyes a crack, saw his legs and shoes. She jerked up, crushing her tits against the edge of her desk. "Mr. Vader! Oh, I'm so sorry..."

"Maybe you should go home if you need to sleep," he said, then turned and walked back to his office.

All night Monday, Diane tossed and turned in her bed. She'd taken too many pills and she knew it. Now, she couldn't fall asleep. When she closed her eyes, she saw the pictures from the ceiling - Sarenna Lee's 44-H body, her blond hair, big, pretty eyes, slim hips. Then, Vanessa Del Rio - sporting only 42DDs but oozing sensuality.

The photo they'd shown her was Del Rio in a black leather corset, on her knees, leaning forward to show off her chest. But Diane had fixated on her mouth, wide open, tongue out, eyes half-closed, begging for a mouthful of cock. Or begging to lick a wet, juicy pussy like Diane's. She closed her eyes and imagined the Latina beauty looking up from between her legs, smiling at her, then lowering her head again to lick Diane's soaking wet cunt. She fingered herself, feeling the other woman's tongue, wanting to feel her long, black hair rubbing against the insides of her thighs.

Then, the image in her head shifted to Masozi. Standing naked and proud and commanding. Diane pictured herself crawling across the floor, offering herself to Masozi, begging to let her lick her delicious, damp cunt. She came shuddering, her finger rubbing fast little circles on her clit.

Diane lay staring at the ceiling for a long time. The orgasm didn't put her to sleep, it just aroused her more. She got up, careful to move slowly so her sore, sore titties didn't hurt any more than they had to, feeling them sliding side to side in the thin sleeping bra, looking down at them with something like admiration now. She walked down the hall to her office, launched her browser and surfed the free porn sites again. She keyed in "tit torture" and "nipple pain" and "breast restraint" and stayed up until six in the morning, aroused but unable to cum even though she tried. The knowledge that she was going to be kneeling at Masozi's feet again in less than twelve hours kept her distracted and hungry.

At six o'clock Tuesday evening, a driver pulled up at Diane's office and motioned for her to get in. She did, sitting in the front seat beside him. Diane was wearing a plain dark blue pantsuit again, her usual work outfit. Now that she'd had a chance to go shopping, her huge chest was a little better dressed up. Her tits still swung free - she was told by Monish, Curtis and Julie all that she would be severely punished if they ever caught her in a support bra - but at least the blouse and jacket over them was tailored.

Her breasts had gone down nearly a full cup size since the treatment, she hated what they were doing to her. She would show up at work one day with D cups, the next day with Gs, then slowly shrink back down to size. What were her coworkers thinking?

The driver pulled up at the apartment and told her to go up. Diane stared at him. "Are you sure?" she asked. He nodded and pointed at the door.

Diane wondered by Saabira wanted to meet her here. Did everyone in Monish's circle know about the apartment? She pushed the buzzer and the elevator came down. As she rode up, she let her imagination drift back to the night with Saabira, Katie and Masozi. They were all so intense. She didn't think she could survive another night with them, but she craved it anyway. Above all, she found her thoughts going back to Masozi.

By the time the elevator got to the top of the shaft, Diane was half-crazy with lust. The women touched her, used her, she serviced them, they abused her. The door opened and she stepped out.

renee and her master were standing in front of the pillar. renee was naked except for a short, white toga draped over her thin frame and tied at the waist. The man next to her was wearing a plain black suit and holding a bullwhip.

Diane's eyes widened, fear gripped her stomach. "Oh, God, no, please, no..." she stammered, turning to press the elevator button. renee calmly walked to her, silently touched her arm and escorted her across the room to her master.

"I was a bad girl this week," renee purred. "And Master needs to punish someone for it."

As renee stripped Diane and secured her face forward to the pillar, her Master uncoiled the eight-foot bullwhip and flicked it a few times, limbering up his wrist and arm. The crack of the whip was very, very loud in Diane's ears.

renee tied a black blindfold over Diane's eyes, then gently kissed each of Diane's huge nipples. "This time, I'm not sorry at all. This time I get to watch and enjoy," she whispered, then stepped back out of the way.

At lunch time Wednesday, Bailey "invited" Diane into the men's room where he had her take off her clothes and wait for him in the last stall. When he came in ten minutes later, he saw her and froze. The marks on Diane's tits, belly and thighs were very fresh and he stared at them for a long time before he fucked her against the wall.

Julie was waiting outside her building when Diane got off work.

"Let's go," she said, leading her down the street. Diane followed her, not knowing where they were going, not caring. They walked four blocks and down an alley, finally arriving at the back door of a tattoo parlor. Julie pushed Diane through the door and she found herself in a back room, the lights dim, the walls covered with posters and photos of women and men with various tattoos and piercing. There was everything from a simple golden ear stud to a woman's entire left size tattooed neck to heels, to a tongue with three piercings including a small ring that hung from the tip.

"Why are we here?" Diane asked, trying not to let her voice tremble. Julie laughed, pulled up her top, revealing her flabby, tattooed belly and tits. "I want to start you off right, honey." Diane stared at the skulls, eagles, and cocks tattooed on the woman's body. "I'm thinking I might have them copy my tattoos onto you, kind of a bonding thing, you know?" Diane stepped back, stunned. She couldn't mean it.

A big, bald man who must have weighed four hundred pounds lumbered through the door. "This her?" he grunted. Julie smiled. "Yeah. My newest. Belongs to Monish really, but I do most of the pimp work."

The man walked to Diane, unbuttoned her blouse while she stood docile and afraid. He pulled at the sleep bra and it tore, letting her tits spill out.

He turned to Julie. "She's not as big as you said. What's this triple D?"

"She's getting another fillup tonight. We pump her up to maybe G, maybe H." Julie smiled at Diane. "She gets off on it."

"You give her the show?" he asked with an evil grin.

"Oh yeah. They all get the show."

Diane shuddered. So she hadn't been the first. And then it hit her. They had this down to an art. The earbuds, the videos, the photos. How many had been on that table (or was it just a dresser?) before her?

"You know I can't work on 'em until she's fulled up," he said.

Julie nodded. "I just wanted to let you see what you'd be working with." She turned to Diane. "Let's go." Then, back to the man. "Unless you want a blow job or something."  He laughed. "No, I'm good. Maybe next time." He touched Diane's cheek. "Ain't that right, sugar?"

Julie got into a taxi with Diane and they headed back to her part of town. She had Diane change into a tight, low-cut black dress with no back and a pair of thigh high plastic boots and put her on the street.

The night was slow, the girls leaning against the buildings smoking and talking with each other. Diane stood a few doorways down. None of them would have anything to do with her. She watched them work the cars passing by, shaking their asses and boobs, spreading their legs hoping to catch someone's interest. She watched them lean into the cars, talk price, then either get in or move on. She heard one of the hookers yelling at a man. He'd pulled over and lowered his window, had been talking with her for less than a minute. She saw the woman turn her head and point at Diane and laugh. "Oh, yeah, she do that. You pay me and she do that fo' you." The man's head moved back, then Diane saw him hand the woman a bill. She walked to Diane and told her she was going to ass fuck the man in the car or she was going to make trouble for her with Julie. Diane nodded meekly and climbed into the man's car. He returned her in ten minutes. cum oozing down the inside of her leg.

Diane caught herself staring at one of the hookers, a black woman with huge, firm tits, a big round ass and a tiny waist. Her hair was done in a hooker Afro, her lips painted cherry red, her eyelids bright blue. She caught Diane staring and Diane quickly turned her head. The next time, she turned around and wiggled her bottom, laughing.

A car pulled up and a man leaned over from the driver's seat, motioned for Diane to come closer. She did, leaned down, her big tits swinging, cleavage exposed. "Looking for a date?" she asked. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness inside the car, she recognized the driver. It was Rodrigo. She gasped. "Wait..." He jerked his head backward and sped away, the wheels squealing as he turned the corner.

She ran down the street to the hotel, crying and watching her life crumble around her. She'd tell Julie, she'd go home, get a good night's sleep, come up with a story Rodrigo would believe. Diane walked through the lobby and up the stairs, knocked on the door of room 6. Julie opened the door, saw Diane's face, the tears running down her cheeks.

"What happened, dear?" she asked without opening the door. Diane blurted out the story between sobs, wiping her face with the back of her hand. Julie looked at her. "That's sad, honey. But, what did you expect? Did you expect you could keep living like this and never get caught?" Diane stared at her. Whose side was she on? "I...I don't live like this...Monish is..." she stammered but couldn't get her thoughts straight. What did Julie mean? Her head was swimming.

Julie opened the door and took Diane's arm. She pulled her inside and slammed the door quickly. Diane immediately saw why. Joe was kneeling beside the bed, fastening the last few leather straps to the frame. There was already a bag of saline hanging from a rack next to the bed.

"Oh, no, no..." Diane tried to squirm but Julie had a strong grip on her. She led her to the mattress.

Diane lay in bed, wide awake and shivering, the solution dripping slowly into her body. Above her head, Jayne Mansfield's 40D body was smiling down at her. The black and white photo was crisp and clear, the woman's face advertised good clean fun while her body offered pure debauchery.

Rodrigo had seen her. On the street-corner. In that dress. That piece of fabric, really, it hardly qualified as a dress at all. Her huge tits swinging free, legs exposed to the crotch, surrounded by the other hookers, snapping gum and smoking cigarettes. There was nothing she could say, nothing she could do. The picture changed again.

"Maxi Mounds. 61MMM. Maxi Mounds. 61M..."

Her eyes watered. Rodrigo had known her for years. Maybe he wouldn't mention it. Maybe he would doubt what he saw. No, there was no mistaking. Would he blackmail her? Another cock to service? Another cock she could lick, tongue running along the shaft, from the soft head all the way to the hairy sack. She pictured Rodrigo in his chair at work, leaning back, the look of pleasure on his face while she...Stop it! She squeezed her eyes shut, shook her head.

"Kitten Natividad. 38 HH. Kitten Natividad. 38 HH..."

Diane stared into the Mexican's dark eyes, looked at her luscious lips, slowly down her neck to her titties, perky little dark nipple she longed to lick, touch with the tip of her tongue, while Kitten opened her legs so Diane could kiss her way down to...How could she explain this to Rodrigo? Her mind raced, bounded from thought to thought, unwanted, uncontrollable...the faces blended, bodies merged, but through it all, one face kept coming back. Eyes drilling into her soul. Masozi.

...chapter 19...

"Breakfast time," Julie said. Diane opened her eyes looked around. The pole with the drip bag was gone and the ceiling was just dirty white again. She felt the weight of her tits pulling at her chest - she was bigger than before. She looked down puzzled.

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