Diane Blackmailed

...from Chapter 19...

"Going home early, Bates?" Diane looked at Bailey, his big evil smile told her she might not go straight home. "Come on. Let's do it," she said. "Oh, no, I'm not in the mood, honey. But I was wondering, does Monish knows you have the day off?" Diane stared at him. "There's what, maybe six hours between now and quitting time? I know he doesn't like to miss an opportunity to make a few dollars with one of his favorite products." Bailey took her by the wrist and led her to the elevator. Once they were inside with the door closed, he took out his cell phone. "Let's give him a ring, shall we?" Diane squirmed. She needed the time, needed to show up at Saabira's place refreshed and ready. "Bailey, no, listen, Bailey..." but it was too late. He was talking to Monish who told him to put her in a taxi and send her back to Julie.

CHAPTER 20 [Week 7 Fri -

Julie was waiting when Diane got out of the taxi. "Hi, honey. It's nice to have you back so soon." She walked back into the hotel room motioned for Diane to follow. "I have a few phone calls to make, I'll be right with you." She walked into the kitchen, looked around for her phone book. "By the way, Curtis and I have been talking. We think it's time to go ahead and make your tits permanent. You market tested well." Diane froze. What was she talking about? Breast surgery? Implants?

"Where the hell is that book?" Julie pulled open a drawer. "It won't be for a few weeks, we have to talk Monish into it, but we're pretty sure he'll for it. Ah! Here it is." She reached for the phone. Diane interrupted her, her voice anxious. "Listen, Julie. I already have something scheduled tonight. I need to be gone by five."

Julie gave her a quizzical look. "Monish didn't mention anything to me." Diane shook her head. "No, it's something of mine. With some...friends." Julie eyed her. "You mean another friend like Carol? I thought Carol was your only real friend." Diane didn't answer for a minute, the mention of Carol still stung. Julie didn't wait for her to answer. "You're picking up some cash on the side, aren't you?"

Diane shook her head. "No, no, nothing like that! I don't sell myself. That's for that asshole Monish. No, this is just...something..."

Julie looked at her for a long time. She couldn't quite figure this out. Was she involved somewhere else Monish didn't know about? Did it matter? She thought about that. Did it matter?

"Listen, you've got about six or seven hours before your...date. And then, there's the night. I figure if I keep you here and call up some of the titty freaks, I could pull down two thousand dollars." She smiled at Diane. "You wanna buy yourself a night off?"

Diane looked at the piggish little woman and felt herself getting angry. Paying this little monster for a night off? And two thousand dollars? Were they really paying anything like that kind of money just to fuck and hurt her tits?

Julie looked at her watch. "Make up your mind, we're losing money here." Slowly, Diane nodded. "OK. You can go ahead and go home, honey. I already have the numbers for your credit card. I'll save you the phone call."

Diane stood on the front porch and stared at the door, frozen. She'd been anticipating this moment for days, weeks really. And now it was here. She looked down at her body, wondered how Masozi would react to her huge chest, the fact that she'd been modified so drastically. Diane also realized she'd dropped more weight since they saw her last time, she was now about ten pounds below her ideal weight, a full thirty pounds lighter than when Monish started all of this. Would this please her or not?

She raised a trembling hand and pressed the button hard. She felt dizzy. She couldn't tell if it was from lack of sleep or the yellow pills or just the excitement of finally being here. By the time the short red-headed woman opened the door, Diane was almost unable to walk in.

"Come in. The mistress is waiting for you," the woman said. Diane stared at her, jealous already. Had she spent the entire day there? Maybe she lived there? Maybe she and Masozi had a special relationship. Diane felt an unreasonable hatred growing in her. She didn't even know the girl and she wanted to do something terrible to her to get her out of the way. Remove any obstacle between herself and the woman she wanted to serve. As she followed the woman through the house, she watched the way she moved. She balanced expertly on the high heeled shoes, she'd been trained well. Her calves and thighs were strong but not muscular. Diane couldn't see her ass - the short skirt was flared - but she saw that the girl had no belly and firm, B-cup tits. Diane looked at herself again, her huge breasts swinging freely in their totally useless sleeping bra and felt another rush of anger. What if big tits were a turn off to Masozi? She couldn't compete with this little slut.

She tried to clear her head. Why was one woman so present in her mind? Why was she so fixated? Masozi hadn't paid any special attention to her last time, in fact, she should be thinking of Katie if anyone - the one who had taken her second and nearly driven her crazy with her tongue and fingers. But she couldn't get the picture out of her mind. The dark chocolate skin, the contrast of the leather bands, the woman's complete and utter control of the situation. Diane wanted to serve her, needed to serve her. It would make her surrender complete, there would be nothing left of her. No, she told herself, no. This is insane. I have my job, I have my life. Monish has dragged me so far down that I am now *looking* for ways to destroy myself. It isn't right.

The girl brought her around a corner and led her into a tiny eight foot square space. She pointed at the single object in the room. It was a gynecologist's chair. Diane stared at it and began daydreaming immediately. She pictured herself bound to the chair, Saabira and Masozi taking turns using various devices on her, poking, prodding, inspecting. She shivered and felt her nipples stiffen. The woman cleared her throat and Diane turned around. She'd lifted her skirt and exposed her cleanly shaven crotch. Diane immediately dropped to her knees and started licking the woman. She pushed her tongue deep between her cunt lips, sucked her sweet clit, pushed a finger deep inside her body. The woman came quickly, then smoothed her skirt back in place. "Adequate," she pronounced. "You'll do better next time, I'm sure." Diane nodded. "Yes, ma'am." The woman chuckled. "You were under no obligation to do that, by the way. I have no rights to use you." Diane felt a wave of shame wash over her - she'd serviced the woman without even being asked. She was now a servant even to the servants.

"Make yourself ready," the woman said, then left, pulling the door closed behind her. Diane stared at the chair, touched the cushion. What was this material? Plastic? Leather? Some kind of synthetic, she was sure. Diane looked around the room, there was nothing but the door, the chair, and a lamp overhead. It was on a swivel and could be moved around the room easily. She pictured them lowering it, shining it brightly between her legs as they tormented her. She wanted to be prepared for the women when they came, so she took off her clothes and climbed into the chair. A good obedient submissive, she hoped. She raised her feet and buckled the leather straps across both ankles, then settled back into a reclining position, her cunt wide open and facing the door. She rested her arms at her sides, hands dangling free, head between two cushions that held her snug.

Diane lay like that for a long time, her anticipation building. She thought about the last time she was there and what they had done to her, felt her clit stiffen and her cunt get wet. She wanted to touch herself but knew better. If they walked in on her playing with herself, it would go badly.

After a long time, the door inched open. Katie saw her first and gasped, "oh my God! Get up..." but it was too late. Saabira and Masozi were right behind her. Katie's nervous face frightened Diane - what had she done wrong? Saabira shook her head and made a 'tsk, tsk' sound as she walked around behind Diane. When Masozi walked into the room, she locked eyes with Diane and just stared at her. Katie turned to Masozi. "She was trying to..." Masozi turned her eyes toward Katie and she stopped talking. She looked back at Diane.

"You have violated this seat," Masozi said in a calm, measured tone that made Diane's blood run cold. "You will pay for this insolence," Saabira added. Diane realized that the servant girl had set her up.

Diane tried to sit up but her oversized breasts made movement difficult. Her awkward position didn't help either, her legs spread and raised higher than her head. By the time she was able to unbuckle herself, Masozi had left and was halfway down the hall. Diane ran around in front of her, threw herself on the floor, body completely prone, cheek pressed against the cool tile. Her huge breasts kept her from laying completely flat, but she tried her best. For her.

"Please, mistress, forgive me, I didn't know," Diane begged. Masozi stopped, stood still in front of her. Diane inched forward, tentatively kissed the instep of her right foot. "Oh, please, let me serve you as you wish..." she sobbed, fondling Masozi's foot, gently stroking it with her fingertips as she kissed and tasted her skin. "However you wish...for as long as you wish..."

The other two women walked toward them, stopped and stood watching. They let Diane beg a long time, kissing and licking each foot, not daring to go above Masozi's ankles, not looking upward at any of them, her attention completely absorbed by her devout worship of her goddess's feet. She tenderly serviced every centimeter of skin with her lips and tongue - the soles and balls of her feet, her toes and the tender area between them, the slightly calloused flesh of her heels. Masozi let it go on for an infinity and Diane was completely lost in her veneration of the dark skin.

"Come," Masozi said and starting walking down the hallway again. Diane rose to her feet and folded her arms across her chest again to support her huge tits.

The three women talked to Diane for a long time. They were all comfortably seated on sofas and armchairs in one of the larger rooms in Saabira's home. They asked her about her new breasts, about her jitters, about her weight loss and she told them about Monish, the blackmail, and the speed she'd been taking. Diane's eyes were focused on Masozi's crotch the entire time. She was wearing a single lightweight golden chain that went around her waist and vanished between her legs. The front was pulled into a Y by the single strand that disappeared between her cunt lips and formed another Y as it came up between the cheeks of her ass. Aside from that, she was completely naked. Diane had tried to look away but every time Masozi shifted her weight in the slightest, her eyes returned to that chain. She wanted to run her tongue along it, trace it inch by inch as it touched the woman she longed to call her mistress.

Katie explained to her that they had considered buying her from Monish until they saw what she had done to her body. The weight loss was not attractive on her and neither were the huge titties on her chest. Diane immediately began explaining that these were not her choices, that she would do anything if they would reconsider... but Katie stopped her.

"Are you saying you would do anything we ask?"

"Yes, mistress, without hesitation," Diane said in the most submissive voice she could muster. Katie looked at Saabira who was smiling.

"We are very demanding," Katie said in a gentle voice that was laced with threats.

"Yes, mistress."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I understand and submit to you willingly." Diane felt her cunt getting wet, picturing Saabira standing above her with a whip in her hand, Katie between her legs with her mouth open and her tongue out.

"We are considering turning you into an Internet whore," Katie said. She stood up and walked toward Diane. "A commodity." She stood behind Diane and stroked her hair. "A product."

"As you wish, mistress," Diane purred.

"Video productions. Video on demand. Hundreds of thousands of men watching you," Katie let her hand drift down the side of Diane's face, over her shoulder, resting gently on her right breasts. Diane was breathing heavily, saw her nipples stiffen and grow to a full inch long. "What if someone recognizes me?"

Katie moved her hand along Diane's flesh, slid the tips of two fingers around her nipple. It grew longer still. "That is not our problem, is it?" She pushed her fingers together lightly and Diane moaned. "No, mistress, it is not."

"You will be horribly humiliated and abused. Simply for our amusement. And our profit," she cupped Diane's breast and lifted it gently upward.

"Yes, mistress," Diane moaned.

"You will never see your family or friends again."

Diane nodded.

"You will be completely obliterated. You will become whatever we want you to be. You know that, don't you?"

Diane shuddered and felt her clit stiffening and pushing out between her cunt lips. She slid her hand between her legs and touched it. "Yes, mistress." Then, "please, mistress."

Katie let her breast down gently, resting it against her chest. She returned to her seat and Saabira started talking. She explained to Diane that she had an offer for Diane to consider. Diane could move in with them and service them if she agreed to relinquish absolute control of every aspect of her life to them. Diane was stunned. She had never considered this more than a game. Not the same kind of game she was playing with Lars, but certainly in Monish's world, this was a game.

Saabira was not being realistic. Diane had a job. A life. Not much of a life, but a life. And there was Monish to deal with. He certainly would not go along with anything like this.

"Everything can be arranged," Saabira said, smiling. "You would stay with us twenty-four hours a day. Everything will be provided for you. You will have no more problems with Monish, with Curtis and Julie, with your Mr. Vader, with any of this. No more pumping you up with saline for their freak show, no more exhaustion and speed pills."

Diane's head was swimming. Did they know everything about her? She imagined what it would be like. Free of Monish, free of the pills, able to sleep at night again without wondering who was going to come into her house or where the next driver would take her.

She looked at Saabira. The woman was all business. Patient and all business. Diane knew what she wanted to do, what she needed to do. She looked at Masozi. Her face was frozen, unreadable. Their eyes met and locked for a long time. Then, Masozi let her legs part ever so slightly and Diane was irrevocably theirs.

Diane spent all day Saturday naked and working outside. They'd let her sleep after their conversation but woke her up at six in the morning along with the two other girls who lived there. Diane recognized one of them as the one who had answered the door last night. As the three of them walked to the dining room for breakfast, she laughed at Diane and reminded her about yesterday. It had amused her how quickly and easily Diane had dropped to her knees and licked her cunt. She bragged that she would never have gone down without a direct order. Diane turned red but knew it was true, she had internalized her submission so deeply that she had just assumed she was available to the woman. To anyone who she found in this house. She still felt it, even as the woman bragged and insulted her. She knew she would do it again if the woman so much as hinted at it.

They ate breakfast then Katie gave them their assignments - they were to spend all morning until lunchtime weeding the vegetable garden and picking up after the dogs.

After lunch, the two other women were assigned household tasks but Diane was brought into one of the out buildings. It was a small video studio. They explained to her that she was going to prove her complete submission to them by putting on the most humiliating demonstration their audience could request.  Diane showered and dressed herself in a short and simple white dress that showed off her tits and flared out from the waist, emphasizing her figure. She put on simple, understated makeup and a necklace and bracelets.

Katie posed Diane on a bench in the studio, then brought their realtime website online. There were nine members in the lobby, not bad for mid-day Saturday.

Katie had Diane introduce herself to them, then stand up and unzip the dress. She let it slide down over her hips and drop to the floor. The members were appreciative and Diane smiled. Katie asked them for suggestions for this evening's show. Diane looked at the clock. It was one in the afternoon. What time was the show? she wondered.

Suggestions about spanking, flogging, or masturbating her were rejected as too mundane. Two of them wanted to see her tits bound and tormented, but Katie pushed them. "Diane is not a pain slut - per se - she is a humiliation slut. The six o'clock show is a humiliation show. What should Diane do?"

After several suggestions were made and discussed, the group agreed that at six o'clock this evening, they would watch Diane relieve herself into a box of kitty litter. She looked at Katie, shocked and already at the brink of complete humiliation. Katie smiled and went back to her discussions with the members.

For the rest of the afternoon, Diane appeared on the website every thirty minutes to drink another glass of lukewarm water and explain to the slowly gathering crowd what was going to happen. She would crouch down and show them the empty litter box - which she promised to fill at four - as well as the growing line of empty glasses she'd already drank and the big bag of kitty litter against the wall.

Between announcements, she was free to do whatever she chose. But, she chose to curl up and lay in bed, wondering if she was doing the right thing, wondering what this new life might be like, and dreading the actual act.

As much as she'd been through, this seemed like turning another corner. This was being broadcast live, real time, across the world to anyone who wanted to click on the channel. And she knew that the word was being spread. Katie explained that their members were worldwide and well connected. Freaks from around the globe who enjoyed this kind of thing - for whatever reason - would be online at four and again at six to watch her humiliate herself in front of them. She pictured herself from their point of view - the big-titted freak squatting above a blue plastic box filled with artificial sand, pissing the way a domesticated household animal might. She thought about calling it off, about leaving, about going back to Monish.

Monish. He wasn't going to go along with this anyway. She was wrong, it was a terrible game. He wouldn't give her up.

And what if someone was online who recognized her? Katie was making no allowances at all for her privacy, her camera shots were full frontal, head to toe. Anyone who even remotely knew her would recognize her. She curled up and cried, waiting for the next half-hour to pass.

At four o'clock, she went online and poured three inches of the litter into the box. It was devastating. She saw that there were over two hundred people now registered for the show at six. More than half of them were watching her as she ran her fingers along the top of the litter, smoothing it, evening it out across the top of the box as she'd been instructed by Katie. Katie told her it would help attract a bigger audience if they believed she was fastidious enough to care about the surface of the litter being level. She was right. The counter at four-thirty was up to three hundred and fifty.

When six o'clock came around, Diane was trembling. It was hard to hold all of that the water inside her, she was sore and bloated. But Katie had given her very strict instructions to stand beside the box with her feet together until she was told. At ten minutes after six, the woman who had answered the door stepped into the room. Diane saw her and shuddered, further humiliated by the woman whose cunt she'd licked without even being asked. She walked around Diane, looking at her cruelly. Diane lowered her eyes. Diane heard Katie's voice over the speaker introduce the other woman as Ingrid. Diane recognized the gambit - a cruel sounding German name. It was perfect for the crowd. There were a silent hush from the speakers.

Ingrid stood to Diane's left and pushed a hand against her breast, then let go. Both of them swung side to side, huge fleshy pendulums that swung freely while Diane struggled to keep herself from dribbling piss down her legs. Ingrid slid her hand down Diane's back in an exaggerated motion, then pushed a finger between her ass cheeks. Diane began sobbing and moaned, "no, no, please..." Ingrid poised her finger at Diane's ass hole and waited. Diane knew she wouldn't be able to hold the flood in if Ingrid pushed her finger inside her and kept pleading, "no, Ingrid, please, no, no..."

Voices flooded over the speakers now, encouraging her, stopping her, negotiating, advising. Diane couldn't tell them apart, couldn't tell what they were saying, didn't care. All of the concentration was on keeping the water that was swelling her bladder from escaping in one huge wave.

Ingrid removed her hand and stepped a few feet away from Diane. "Go ahead. Squat over the litter box." Diane slowly stepped behind the box then opened her legs and moved forward. "Squat," Ingrid told her. Diane couldn't. It was too much. She felt the hot tears running down her cheeks. "You had better not piss until you squat," Ingrid threatened her. Diane understood, Katie had told her the same thing earlier. Pissing from a standing position was not nearly as devastating as having to squat first. They all knew that.

Diane lifted her eyes and looked at the monitor. The screen said that there were eleven hundred people watching her. She sobbed harder, arms holding her breasts from shaking.

"Squat," Ingrid repeated and Diane began to bend her knees. When she was halfway to the floor, Ingrid told her to stop. Diane froze. "Arms above your head, face toward the camera." Diane tried but couldn't move. Her body was paralyzed with shame and embarrassment. Ingrid stepped closer and raised her chin so she was staring into the camera. Then, she raised Diane's arms above her head. With the back of her free hand, she wiped the tears from Diane's cheeks, wiped her hands on Diane's hair.

"All right, then," Ingrid said. "Are you ready to put on a show for us?"

Diane sobbed and nodded her head.

"That will be enough," Katie said from somewhere behind her. "Diane? Go down the hall and use the bathroom like a good girl. Ingrid, come over here and give our live audience a treat." Diane stared at Ingrid, watched as the girl walked toward her, noticed she was biting her lip, a hand pressed against her belly. She stared at Diane with hatred in her eyes and whispered, "they've had me doing this for months. It was supposed to be your turn. I'll get you for this, you bitch..."

Diane backed slowly out of the doorway, watching Ingrid as she slowly walked toward the small plastic box.

CHAPTER 21

After Katie rescued her from the litter box on Saturday night, she brought Diane back to the main room of the house. Saabira and Masozi were there, both seated in big armchairs, both naked, both sipping white wine.

...to be continued...