Diane Blackmailed

...from Chapter 21...

Diane's eyes watered and she looked up and down the street, her street, her neighborhood. Everything looked so normal. Cars in the driveways, lights on in the windows, bushes and trees trimmed just right. Now, it all looked frightening, foreign, ominous. Were those people in their houses? Or were they at Karl's house? Waiting for her? It didn't take long for her to find out.

CHAPTER 22 (the final chapter)

As soon as Judy opened the door, Diane knew her life in that neighborhood was over. There were half a dozen couples in the front room holding drinks and gathered around a big-screen television set. She was the main event. The movie was one of the whipping post sessions - the first one with Mr. Taylor. Taylor swinging the whip, Diane screaming and begging, the sound on the television low but audible.

Diane cringed as she saw Linda and Jeff. Linda was the uptight, conservative-to-the-core daughter of one of their state's representatives. Jeff was her loyal sidekick, a completely broken and subservient piece of arm candy who walked two steps behind with a fawning look on his face. Linda stared at Diane with her best holier-than-thou look. The look was always there but now it was more pronounced than ever. Diane's life had been taken away - she had been reduced to nothing and now this woman - this monster - was going to rub her face in it.

Linda started walking toward her. Diane wanted to turn, to run, but she knew that there was nowhere to go. She felt herself going weak again. Her body was rubber, soft and melting, but she refused to let this woman get the better of her. She took a deep breath and tried her best to stand proud in her slutty little black dress and fishnet stockings.

Linda stopped two feet away and looked her up and down. "Do you remember what you said to me when I announced I was going to have the school ban 'The Catcher in the Rye'?"

Diane nodded.

"Say it," Linda demanded, in a cool, controlled voice.

Diane didn't speak, couldn't speak. Her lips were trembling.

Linda leaned closer to her, pressed a finger to Diane's chin. "You..." she pushed down, opening and closing Diane's mouth like a little girl playing with a doll. "You said, 'you're a hypocrite'. Do you remember that?" She stepped back and let Jeff put his arm around her. Diane nodded.

"You dared to call me a hypocrite. You. While you were - and always have been - nothing but a cheap little whore. Everyone knew it all along, we just didn't want to say anything. Unmarried at your age. Professional woman. We've all known it. We've known what you were all along. Only now we have proof." Linda leaned forward again, stared calmly into Diane's eyes. Diane stood frozen, rigid, doing her best to maintain some kind of dignity.

"You are the worst kind of feminist trash," Linda said in an icy voice. She leaned back, then spit. A large glob of saliva splashed against Diane's face, just at the left corner of her mouth. It dripped slowly down her lip and chin while Linda stared at her.

Judy leaned closer and whispered, "you are too much of a pig to even clean that off of your face, aren't you?"

Diane trembled as she realized she'd sunk so low it hadn't occurred to her to wipe her own face without asking permission.

"Enjoy the cock fest, you tramp," Linda said. She reached for Jeff's hand and they left, pulling the door tight behind them.

Judy led Diane into the basement where there was a mattress lying in the center of the floor. She undressed Diane, then pushed her to her knees in the middle of the circle of couples. The first couple was gentle on her. Diane licked the wife's pussy while her husband fucked her from behind. It was a new experience for the young woman but she seemed to like it. The second couple were older and more experienced. The man held up a wooden ruler, the woman used a three foot long, quarter-inch dowel. They had Diane stand with her arms out at her sides then took turns swatting her breasts, trying to outdo each other in making her scream. They kept at that for over twenty minutes until the man finally told his wife to start sucking him. She got on her knees and unzipped his pants while he switched from the ruler to the dowel, swatting Diane harder and harder as he got closer to cumming. By the time he came in his wife's mouth, Diane was crying and begging him to stop, the pain washing over her like fire. The next couple took over the tit beating until their arms tired, the couple after that just wanted to fuck her.

The couples took turns with her until four in the morning. That was the arrangement with Monish. He showed up on time and drove her back to Julie.

Julie told Diane she could sleep for three hours, then they'd drive her to work. Diane collapsed on the dirty bed and fell asleep immediately. When she woke up, Ricky was on top of her and pumping hard. He finished quickly and she fell asleep again.

At eight, Julie woke her up and handed her another slut dress - bright red with black stockings this time - and told her to get dressed. Diane looked around for the rest of the outfit but that was it. No bra. No panties. And the stockings were thigh high - her pussy would be naked and exposed again when she got to work. She knew there was something wrong with this but couldn't quite remember what. Julie gave her more pills before they dropped her off. These were blue ones but Diane didn't care. They pepped her up a little.

Nobody at the office talked to her. Vader avoided her, Rodrigo did the same. She got only two emails, both were junk mail. She knew her account was probably being filtered. Was her business-related mail going to Bailey? Had he taken over her job completely? Already?

She shook her head, trying to clear it but with no luck. She heard voices down the hall, thought she was hearing Saabira. But that was impossible. She stood up and looked around. She saw Saabira standing outside Vader's office, talking to him quietly. Diane sank back into her chair. Focus! What the hell was going on? Focus!

Diane picked up one of the folders from her IN box and opened it up. The papers inside were blank. She dropped it on her desk and reached for another one. A manila envelope. Empty. She put her head in her hands, shook it, rubbed her eyes. Had she taken out the contents and set them down somewhere? I need coffee, she thought. She got up and walked toward the elevator, saw one of the mail clerks standing in the hallway, frozen in place, eyes locked on her tits. She smiled a stupid flirtatious smile and shook them. He turned and vanished into a hallway. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!! she screamed inside her head. She rushed to the elevator and pressed the DOWN button. When the door closed, she collapsed against the wall, exhausted and confused. The bell rang and she straightened up. The door opened and two men came in. Both of them stared at her in disgust and turned around, facing forward, mouths closed tight. She felt a temptation to reach out and touch the closest man's ass. Shake him up. Turn him on. NO! she thought. Focus!

In the lobby, she saw Rodrigo talking with someone who was standing just out of her line of vision. He had a serious look on his face and was nodding. He noticed Diane and turned to look at her, quickly turned back. He leaned in to talk to the other person for a second. Diane walked slowly toward the cafe, eyes watching Rodrigo. She took a few more steps and could see who he was talking to. It was Saabira. Diane's knees turned to water but she kept walking. She wanted to run, to go...where? She couldn't go home. She couldn't go anywhere. It all started coming back to her, like a fog lifting. She had no money and she was locked out of her house. What happened? Who should she call? Who could she call? She stepped into the cafe, fell into a chair near the door. She was completely helpless. She didn't even have money for a coffee. She hadn't eaten since lunchtime yesterday. She felt dizzy and lost.

"Come on, you need a sandwich," she heard Katie's voice behind her. Diane turned around and saw Katie and broke down crying. Everything was falling apart and she knew it. She collapsed into Katie's arms, shaking and whimpering.

"Shhh," Katie said softly. "Let's get you some food..."

Diane spent that night at Saabira's. Katie cooked dinner and Diane ate with all three of them, sneaking glances at Masozi when she could without being obvious. They had Ingrid lead her to one of the spare bedrooms and offer her warm milk and a nightgown. Diane didn't understand how Ingrid fit into the picture, she only knew that Ingrid scared her. There was a lot of rage just underneath that pale skin and it seemed to have Diane as its focus. She didn't know why but she knew it was true.

The next day, she showed up at work in a regular suit with a handbag and cash. She went to her desk and sat still, completely defeated, waiting for instructions, unable to initiate any action herself. Katie had explained to her at breakfast that she would be living with them from now on. Saabira had bought the house and destroyed everything in it. She had also electronically closed out all of Diane's banking and investment accounts. She was completely cut off from everything now, completely isolated. Except for work, Monish, and Lars. Diane knew something was wrong with that but couldn't focus enough to decide what. She sat docilely in her cubicle waiting for the telephone call Katie had told her would come. She felt calm, peaceful. Her life was turning to dust and there was nothing she could do about it.

At ten thirty, the phone call came. It was Vader. He wanted her in his office. Diane took a small mirror out of her purse and adjusted her lipstick, ran her fingers through her spiky blond hair, then stood up and looked down the hall toward Vader's office. She saw Saabira and Masozi further down the hall near the elevators speaking with some of her co-workers. The men saw her and pointed. Saabira nodded and the men whispered something to each other. Diane felt her stomach twisting. Then, she felt heat between her legs, her cunt starting to get wet. She closed her eyes and moaned. Something touched her. She looked down and saw Rodrigo's hand touching her right thigh, just at the hem of her skirt. He was leering up at her. "So, that *was* you," he said. Diane bit her lip, nodded. "All these years," he said, still lightly stroking her leg. "All these years. The professional. The feminist. The friend." He moved his hand from the outside to the inside of her knee. "And you were nothing but a cheap whore the whole time." Diane trembled at his touch, opened her knees reflexively, reached her hand behind his head and pulled him close, pressed his cheek against her leg. Rodrigo pushed his chair back and dropped his arms. "Maybe I'll see you on the street sometime, eh?" He turned around and picked up a report, ignoring her, starting to read.

Diane felt her eyes getting wet, wiped them with the back of her hand. She saw the two men who had been at the elevator walking toward her, squeezed the water out of her eyes and smiled at them. The tall one - Roger - handed her a card. "Be here at six tonight." He patted her bottom and went to his desk. "The party's starting, eh?" Rodrigo said without turning.

"Rodrigo, please..." she stammered. She stood there for a long time but he just kept reading. She walked to Vader's office.

Bailey was there. He was sitting in a chair opposite Vader's desk, a smug smile on his face, an envelope in his lap. Diane closed the door behind her, saw what was on Vader's desk. A dozen photographs of her in various poses with men from Johnstown. And a videotape. Underneath were several pieces of paper that looked like legal briefs. She saw her name typed on one of them.

"I'm very disappointed in you," Vader said. Diane didn't answer, just stood there perfectly still. "You risked so much. And you could have brought Bailey down with you."

Bailey gave her an evil smile. "I did what I could, sir, but they wouldn't budge," he said to Vader, his eyes locked on Diane.

"I have no choice but to let you go," Vader said. "They are talking about legal proceedings, putting these pictures in the public domain, dragging all of us through the mud." He looked at her. "I can't afford that."

Diane was crushed. Bailey had come out of this a complete winner. Vader thought that she was the bad one, the one who started it all, and that she had nearly dragged Bailey down with her. It was insane and she knew it. Bailey knew it. But it didn't matter. Vader didn't know it.

"So what should I do, Bates? Give me an option."

She stared at him. His face was a mask of pain and it destroyed her. He started talking then. Their relationship was a joke now and he was the butt. How many other deals had she closed this way? How long had she been using her body to attract clients? She didn't bother putting up a defense, she knew Bailey would have done his homework, that he would have an answer for anything she said. Plus, Katie, Saabira, and Masozi had been in the building yesterday and today, spreading rumors about her. Every avenue was closed off. She looked at Bailey. He was still smiling, secure, safe. And triumphant.

"Pack your things," Vader said. "Go." She saw the tear in his eye as he turned to reach for the telephone. "I said go."

"Goodbye, Mr. Vader," she said quietly.

Diane vanished completely that afternoon. It took Katie six days to find her. She was in a basement underneath a small dive bar near the river. When Katie found her, she was in a corner asleep on a pile of smelly sheets, arms chained above her head, legs spread wide, ankles shackled to the walls. Her chest had shrunk to its regular size, though her nipples were still unnaturally long. Her hair was dirty and she was drooling down her chin around a ball gag. Katie saw that she'd been flogged recently, also that she was sitting in a pool of cum. The basement stank of sweat, liquor and cum and Katie had to hold a cloth over her face to breath.

Katie knelt in front of her and stroked her cheek with her hand. Diane woke up slowly. She stared at Katie, didn't seem to recognize her. Katie was worried and quickly undid the ball gag. "You got some for me?" Diane asked in a slurred, painful voice. Katie stared at her. "Some what, honey?" Diane squinted at her, trying hard to focus. "You know..."

"Puta, whore!" Katie turned around and saw Monish and three of his men. Monish had a pistol in his hand, motioned for Katie to stand up and move aside. She got up calmly, walked toward the wall.

"Monish?" Diane asked, rising excitement in her voice. "You there, baby?"

Katie stared at Diane, then back at Monish. "What did you do to her?"

Monish laughed and put the gun back in his pocket. "Nothing. I ain't done nothing to her." He knelt in front of Diane and stroked her hair. "Have I, honey?"

Diane leaned her head back, offered her mouth to Monish. He leaned down and kissed her. He slid his hand between her legs. As soon as he touched her cunt, she began thrashing back and forth, fucking herself against his hand. She came quickly, moaning loud.

Monish turned and smiled at Katie. "I think she likes me."

"You got some for me?" Diane repeated, staring at Monish. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small rock of crack cocaine. Diane stared at it, her eyes wide with desire. "Oh, yeah, honey..." she moaned.

Monish stood up and went across the room, threw the rock to one of his men and smiled. "Make her earn it," he said, then started for the stairs. He stopped and turned to look at Katie. "You want to leave now or have some fun with her first?"

Katie looked at Diane then at Monish and stood up. "I'm going," she said and followed him up the stairs.

"How did you find her?" he asked.

"I have connections. You're good but not that good."

They climbed out of the stairwell and walked to the front door of the bar.

"Masozi will have her, you know," Katie said.

"Fuck you, dyke bitch," Monish growled.

Katie didn't say anything, just smiled at him and walked to her car.

Diane kissed Keera's neck gently. She was stroking the inside of the whore's thighs with her fingertips, thrilled as she listened to her moans. I'm doing this, she thought, proud of herself. She wanted to please the whore laying beside her more than anything else in the world. She opened her lips and pressed the tip of her tongue against Keera's dark flesh, just below her right ear, then slowly traced a wet line down her neck, finally opening her lips slightly and sucking gently at her skin, just at the base of her neck. Keera offered Diane another hit from the crack pipe and Diane took it eagerly. Her own body was swimming somewhere warm and peaceful and she thanked Keera again, then went back to worshipping her body with her mouth. Keera pulled the top of her dress down, guiding Diane's mouth to her right nipple, which was already stiff and swollen. Diane sucked gently, her fingers now searching between Keera's cunt lips for her clit.

The van stopped at a light. Monish turned around, watching the two women while his driver grumbled and complained. The other three men in the back of the van rubbed their crotches, laughing and trying to decide which of the two they were going to fuck once Monish turned them loose. Marco and Paul both preferred Keera but Danny wanted ass and that meant Diane. That was fine by him. She was one of the few of Monish's girls who actually got off that way and he liked the way she jerked on his cock when she came.

Half an hour later, they pulled up into Katie's driveway.

"Hurry up, you two," Monish called into the back of the van. Danny was buried deep inside Diane's backside and Marco was holding her head tight against his cock, the head buried deep in the back of her throat. He started to cum and pulled out so he could spray his load all over her face. Danny pumped a few more times then went rigid too, shooting warm semen deep into her.

Monish threw her a towel and she wiped herself off. They got out of the van. Keera helped her adjust her dress, then they all walked to Katie's front door. Monish pressed the button.

Ingrid answered and showed them into the main room. Katie and Saabira were there, each sitting in a large armchair. Masozi was there too and Diane's eyes locked on her. Her hunger was obvious but Masozi showed no reaction. Katie and Ingrid smiled; they saw it. Diane was completely in the woman's thrall, she would be an excellent slave.

Monish's three men circled around him. Keera stayed behind them near the door.

"So, you wanted to talk to me?" Monish said in a cocky voice. "I got something you want?"

Masozi stood up. She was regal and intimidating - wrapped head to toe in rich purple fabric, a long dress with a high neck and a train that draped behind her from her left shoulder.

"You have desecrated her body in a way unacceptable to us," Masozi said. She leaned slightly and picked up a stack of photographs from the table beside her chair. She threw them on the ground in front of Monish. He glanced down and saw that they were pictures of Diane with her hugely distended breasts.

"'Unacceptable to us'? What the fuck you talking about?" Monish spat. "I fucking own this bitch and I will do what I want to with her titties." He turned to Diane and growled at her. "You put these dyke bitches up to this shit?"

Diane just lowered her head and shook her head no. She felt Monish's glare but didn't care. She let her eyes move across the floor until she saw Masozi's feet, splendid in golden sandals, her beautiful nails done in bright red, her toes perfect, the skin of her feet crying out to be kissed. Diane felt her cunt wet and her nipples stiffen as she imagined herself on her knees in front of Masozi, kissing the tops of those feet, licking the ankles and backs of the shins.

Katie saw it, smiled and motioned for Saabira to watch Diane. Diane's body revealed everything, it was almost telepathic among the four of them.

"I want her." Masozi stepped backward and lowered herself into the armchair again. She reached for a wine glass and took a sip.

Katie stood up. "Monish. I want to make it clear to you that we are taking possession of Diane. No money will exchange hands. You are a criminal, you began this transaction with blackmail, you have destroyed her life, and we are freeing her from you. Now. Tonight."

Monish stepped toward her. "Fuck you, you cunt! This bitch is my property!" He pulled a pistol from his pocket and raised it. "You and your lezzbo freak friends can..." He didn't finish his sentence. With a single motion, Katie swept her hand across his neck and a stream of blood shot across the room. His head tilted backward like a Pez dispenser. She swung her arm again and the thin knife expertly sliced between two of his cervical vertebrae. Monish's head rolled backward across the floor, landing at Keera's feet. She screamed and kicked it across the room. Monish's men were frozen and speechless.

"Take this trash out of here and do what you want to with it," Katie said, pointing at Monish's body. "We don't expect to hear anything from any of you about this. Ever."

The men stared at each other, uncertain what to do. Katie told them calmly, "go into the next room and you will find a blanket. Bring it back here. Load your friend into it and be on your way." She raised her hand toward Diane. "Come. We need to clean you up."

Diane was paralyzed. She didn't know what to think or do. Katie had been the soft one, the quiet one, the one who ministered to her after Saabira and Masozi's abuses. Now, she saw what the woman was capable of. She looked at Katie, then at Monish's body. He had been her last link with her old life, really her last link with reality. She had no job, her connections with Vader and Rodrigo had been severed. Her relationship with her best friend Carol had been poisoned. She had no home, no savings, no clothes, there was nothing left. They'd even managed to alienate her from Lars. She was completely adrift with nowhere to turn.

Monish's men rolled his limp body onto the blanket. One of them nudged his head forward with his boot, his face twisted in disgust. They rolled the blanked and carried it out of the house. Keera stood leaning against the wall, whimpering and crying. Saabira took her in her arms and held her. She walked Keera back to her armchair and held her in her lap, Keera's head buried in her shoulder, sobbing softly. Saabira stroked her hair gently, whispering "hush, hush."

"Child?" Diane heard Masozi's voice and turned, hypnotized. She looked into the woman's deep black eyes and felt her will collapse completely. She dared to lower her gaze to Masozi's lips, those lips she longed to someday kiss, the lips that she wanted more than anything to hear moan in pleasure as she licked the moist folds of the woman's pussy. She felt herself getting dizzy and wanted to drop to her knees but her body wouldn't respond. Masozi leaned back just slightly and let her knees fall open. With one hand, she gently slid the rich purple fabric aside. Diane's eyes grew wide as she saw the glistening, muscular thigh and slowly let her gaze creep upward into the dark and promising triangle of Masozi's crotch.

"Come," Masozi whispered as Diane surrendered herself to her new life.

THE END - thanks for reading.