Carmichael Diamond explained, “Females need correction, training, direction, and discipline. Without these vital ingredients, they don’t understand their place in this world. The indecision and lack of direction causes them to be anxious, hostile, and bitchy. With correction, they release these negative feelings and learn their true purpose, to serve men."
Thinking about his night, Troy remembered a text from Diana. She wanted to apologize. Stroking himself, with his new knowledge, she would do more than apologize when he was through with her.
The sound of her phone woke Diana. She hadn’t slept well, hoping for a response from Troy. Her wrist ached from repeated masturbation sessions. It didn’t matter how many times she came through the night and morning, she woke in a constant state of arousal.
Ring… Ring… Ring…
Her phone wasn’t indicating a text message. It was a call. Diana fumbled for the small devise. “Hello”.
“It is after twelve, are you still asleep?”
The voice woke her instantly. She suddenly feared the repercussions of oversleeping. Then she remembered she’d ended
this
relationship. Liam no longer had control over her, her body, or her mind. “It is none of your business. Good-bye." She hit the disconnect button.
Diana exhaled in relief until she heard the sound signifying a text message. Swiping the screen, she looked at the words.
Answer the fucking phone. Do not speak. I don’t give a damn what you said, I will beat your fucking ass if you don’t obey.
By the time she’d finished reading, the phone was once again ringing. She hit the answer button and remained silent. His voice instigated a fear from somewhere deep inside of her, causing trembling as she listened to his words. “So you thought you could get away from me? Well, let me tell you. I read your break-up message. No one fucking breaks-up with William Diamond." Diana closed her eyes and continued to listen. Hanging-up didn’t even cross her mind. “I also read your please forgive me text to Troy. You offered to make it up to him, when I distinctly remember telling you no sex." Her forehead now glistened with small beads of perspiration, and she tried to regulate her breathing. “You are going to be a slave, forever. You will no longer have control over who fucks you, who beats your ass, or whose cock you suck. I promise you are going to wish for the days when you only had to service me." Liam took a breath. Diana was afraid to speak. He’d told her it was forbidden. “I helped your nice, kind fiancé last night. I showed him the world of domination and discipline. You may thank me later. No. Actually, you will. I may not be your Master, but I sure as hell will get my turn with you, thankless bitch. It will not be your decision." The telephone disconnected.
Diana’s hand shook as she continued to hold it to her ear.
What did he mean? What was he saying? Troy wouldn’t do that to her… would he?
She needed more information.
Chapter Three
Diana sent another text. According to her screen, it was the fifth in less than an hour. She showered fast, no self-pleasure, just in, get clean, and get out. Looking in the mirror she inspected her appearance. Her hair looked good, styled up with little curls hanging down her neck. Troy liked it that way. He liked to nuzzle her neck, creating goose bumps up and down her arms and legs. Usually she’d tell him to stop, but not today. If he would just respond, she would let him do anything he wanted. She even thought about things she’d previously denied, things Liam did without question. Yes, Troy could fuck her ass. She would even beg, but that would probably freak Troy out.
Taking in her reflection, she smiled approvingly at her low cut shirt. The tight material and scoop neck, accentuated her voluptuous breasts and slim waist. Under the red top and tight jeans, she wore a matching red lace bra and thong. Diana wanted Troy to know the extent of her regret. Then, after they made-up, they could go on the way they have been. The only thing that will change will be her fidelity. He doesn’t need to know about her past, but she will know. Diana vowed that from this time on – Troy will be the only man for her.
Troy turned off his phone. He needed more information about BDSM before he got back to Diana. He also wanted that info without Liam at his side. There was something about watching Liam whip the green-eyed female. He seemed possessed. And when the woman passed out, instead of compassion, Liam doused her with water and even kicked her. Those memories made Troy uneasy. Yes, she responded by sucking them both, and much of the night was erotic, but … Troy was not sure about all of it.
He liked the domination and discipline. He liked the feeling of supremacy. However, he wondered,
is brutality for the sake of brutality necessary?
He wanted domination for Diana. After listening to Mr. Diamond, Troy believed it would benefit her as well as him. But, he needed answers.
As he eased his Mustang into the nearly empty parking lot, Troy noticed how abandoned the Inferno seemed on a Saturday afternoon, compared to the way it would be at night. Last night, Mr. Diamond told him it was open twenty-four hours. Once you were a member, you would never be turned away or turned down. Apparently, Troy was now in that elite group.
During the drive, he thought about what waited for him through those doors. The possibilities made him hard as a rock. Oh, he considered fucking someone, but mostly he had questions. Most importantly, how can he turn his bitchy fiancée into a sex slave?
The knock on the door caused Diana to exhale.
Thank you! He is here
. Troy may not have answered any of her texts, but she knew when they embraced all would be better. She opened the door without hesitation.
Diana gasped. It wasn’t Troy’s sweet expression on the other side of her door. The intense blue eyes that met her stare drilled through to her soul. Diana stood momentarily paralyzed. She could fight, argue, and tell Liam that she no longer belonged to him. Or, she could fall to his feet and beg forgiveness. If there were more options Diana couldn’t think of them at this moment.
As the debate shouted in her head, tears bubbled from her eyes. She backed away as Liam entered the apartment and locked the door. Diana’s resolve melted, and her knees buckled. She fell prostrate. Liam’s cruel laugh filled her ears as she pressed her face to the carpet. “Get up.”
She obeyed, trembling before him in the outfit she’d intended for Troy. Keeping her eyes diverted, she felt his stare as he walked circles around her. Finally, he spoke again, “Take off the ring." She did, placing it in the pocket of her jeans. “Take off the top and jeans." Diana obeyed. When she lifted the red shirt, revealing the red bra with her blooming breasts peaking over the small lace cups, Liam sighed. Next, she shimmied out of the jeans. He continued to circle. “How did you plan on explaining the bruises on your ass?”
Diana swallowed, “I hoped I wouldn’t need to. But if I did, I thought I might say I fell.”
He grabbed her chin and forced eye contact. Their faces were close enough for her to smell the coffee on his breath. “So you planned on lying?”
“Sir, I planned to avoid the uncomfortable situation of discussing
our
relationship.”
“What is our relationship?”
“I thought it was over.”
“You were mistaken.”
Diana swallowed and feigned strength, “I believe I was, I mean, I
am
your slut.”
Liam laughed. “Assume the position." Immediately Diana fell to the floor. Her knees spread, breasts out, and hands behind her back. “Bitch, you are a sex slave. You’d better come to terms with it. It is your present and your future." He slowly unbuckled his belt, removed it from his waist, loop by loop, and continued to stare.
“Please, Sir, don’t beat me.” Diana’s voice revealed her true fear.
He laughed again. “Oh, Honey, you are going to be beat. You are going to be fucked. And you are going to hurt." Diana’s head fell, tears splashed her breasts, and sobs made her shoulders quake. “You disobeyed me and it is time to pay. Now take off that slut underwear and prepare for a whipping.”
“But, please, I don’t want to do this… I want Troy.”
Liam grabbed the knot of hair on Diana’s head, yanking it back. “Do you think I give a shit what you want? Do you think your concerns matter?”
She shook her head as much as his grip would allow. “No… Sir… my desires don’t matter."
Not releasing her hair, “And why is that, slut?”
“Because, I am no more than a slave.”
His grin caused her to shiver. “Tell me what you need to do right now.”
Diana could see his bulging jeans. “I need to please you.”
He pulled harder on her blonde knot. “More specific, what does a slut-slave like you need to do?”
“I need to suck your cock.”
“Good, bitch." He patted her head like a dog. “Make it good and I may reduce your punishment. Or not…”
Diana crawled on all fours to Liam’s crotch. She willingly revealed his hardened dick and took it deep, as deep as her throat would allow. He held her head and fucked her mouth with more vigor than necessary. Liam abused her mouth, until his semen flowed down her throat to her stomach.
“Now, I plan to whip your ass and then fuck it. Not for pleasure, you don’t deserve that. You will be fucked for punishment. You purposely disobeyed me, didn’t you?”
Her pride evaporated. The confident woman in the mirror preparing for her fiancé is gone. The naked degraded slut currently present begged for mercy. “I am so sorry, Sir. I don’t know what I was thinking. I didn’t mean it." Tears fell onto his expensive loafers as she pressed her lips to the leather.
“Then beg for it. You know what you need. Beg for the punishment you deserve.”
Diana didn’t want to beg for punishment. She wanted to plead for clemency. Nonetheless, she did as Liam instructed. “Please, Sir, please whip me.”
“Go on.”
“Please fuck my ass. Please help me be a better slave.”
Liam wasn’t overcome with sympathy. He wasn’t suddenly regretful of his plans. No, instead he grew in indignation. “All fours, prepare for the sting of my belt.”
Diana worked to maintain her stance. The whistle of the leather strap and the crack of its contact caused her pussy to spasm, while simultaneously sending pain through her entire body. He struck her back, ass, and thighs. On a few occasions, the pain overtook her, and she fell to her face and elbows. Liam’s threats brought her back to position. He didn’t tell her the number of blows she would receive, so counting seemed meaningless. She obediently thanked him for his correction after each lash.
When he chose to stop whipping, Liam pushed his hardened cock into her pussy without warning. Diana moaned with pleasure. She knew this time would be short lived, but she tried to linger in the diversion. Her pussy tightened around his thick unrelenting shaft while the weight of his body hammered her tender ass. “Get me nice and wet, Bitch, it is the only lubricant you will have." Her sphincter tightened at the impending punishment. Minutes later, his cock plunged deep in her ass. Diana maintained her stance as long as she could. The pain and the force of his thrusts caused her to crumble to the ground more than once. Finally, he moved her. Pulling her up by her hair, while still inside of her forcing her to walk to the kitchen table, where he bent her over the solid wood surface.
The cool smooth finish comforted her cheek, after the abrasive carpet. He barely paused during the transfer. He humped and humped, showing no mercy, as his large full cock sought to deliver pain not pleasure. “Stupid cunt, did you think you could beat me?”
She answered appropriately, but her concentration centered on maintaining her open vessel. If she thought of anything else her hole would tighten in rebellion, upsetting Liam. At this moment, Diana would do anything to make him happy.
When he pulled out, Diana lay drained and lifeless across the table. Her hair disheveled, makeup smeared with tears, and welted ass exposed to the world. The fluids that dripped from her unsatisfied cunt confirmed that despite the physical torture, degrading position, and humiliating words, she was hotter than hell.
Hearing Liam open the refrigerator, Diana relaxed assuming he wanted something, probably a beer. Her relief at his reprieve turned to horror. She saw him close the thick door, tobasco sauce in hand, and a sinister look in his icy blue eyes. Her knees buckled. She whimpered and held tight to the table for support.
It wasn’t enough to torture her. Liam made her help. “Give me your hands." She obeyed. “You are going to remember not to cross me again. Do you think you can do that?"
She opened her hands and replied, “Yes, Sir. Thank you for your correction. Your slave will do better next time." He coated her palms with the spicy red liquid. “Now rub my cock." She did, hesitantly at first. “Faster, get the sauce everywhere." Once she’d coated his penis to his liking he pushed her back down and penetrated her raw anus. The pain of the cock plus the tobasco sauce on her wounded skin made her scream in agony. It was an involuntary reaction to the most excruciating pain she’d ever experienced in her life.
Diana understood. She deserved this punishment. She’d disobeyed him. Months ago, she allowed him to enter her life and her body. She gave him control. It was naive to think that she could regain it. Diana begged between sobs, promised him anything, if only he would stop. Liam was on a mission – one that Diana wouldn’t forget.
Eventually, the world disappeared through pain and anguish.
Within a twenty by thirty basement room, cages lined one wall, side by side and stacked two high. Troy wasn’t sure, but there were about twenty. There were also dirty bunk beds and an area of empty concrete. Clinton, the Inferno’s overseer, explained, “This is our slave's dormitory. Assuming they are allowed sleep at all, this is where they do it." Clinton continued, “Sleeping in a bed is a privilege. Females are kept in cages or sleep hog tied on the concrete floor unless they earn the privilege of sleeping in a bunk."
Troy had to ask, “How do they earn the right to a bed?”
The overseer smiled, “They keep me happy." Troy wasn’t sure what that entailed. He decided not to ask. It was obvious as Clinton’s tour continued; he enjoyed his power and the female degradation very much.