"By the way," he leaned and whispered in her ear. "You're paying for this too." His partner chuckled and took a credit card out of his pocket, flicking it with his thumb. "And for our lunch. We may even fill the tank, it was long drive over here." Diane wasn't even listening, just concentrating on her burning scalp.
..continued from Ch 03...
"Ah, now this is more like it." Curtis held the door of the hotel room open and invited Diane in. She stepped through and turned her head, looking around the room. When she saw the array of devices laid out on the bed, she froze.
"A redhead. Maybe not a true redhead, but a redhead nonetheless," Curtis droned. "Monish knows how to keep the customer satisfied, doesn't he?" He slapped his hand across Diane's chest left to right, then right to left. She cringed. Her nipples were still sore from this morning and he'd made sure to connect with them. "Do you know how to keep the customer satisfied, cow?"
Diane marshaled her strength. From what she'd seen this morning, the only way to deal with him was directly. "I want you to hurt me, Curtis."
He cupped her tits in his hands and lifted them gently. "Oh, you will get what you want. But, you didn't answer the question. Is this how you keep the customer satisfied? By showing up twenty minutes late?"
He was right, she'd been late. The hairdresser had insisted on blow-drying and styling her hair, then she had to change out of her work clothes and into the new outfit Curtis had sent. It was a simple cotton camisole dress, a light lavender color, low cut and very short. She spilled out of the top and her ass was barely covered by the bottom and she knew it. Monish's men had allowed her to wear a white lacy thong and sandals, but other than that, she'd been paraded through the beauty salon, the streets, and the lobby of the hotel feeling more naked than if she were. But all of that preparation had taken time.
"Curtis," she said, moving closer to him and touching his arm. "I took extra time to prepare myself for you." She ran her fingers up the back of his forearm, nails gliding over his skin. "Now, admit it, don't you like the idea of me walking through the hotel looking like this?" She gently jiggled her D cups and saw that his eyes were fixed on them. "Knowing that I was on my way to see you? To let you do whatever you want with them?" She leaned close and kissed his neck, nibbled gently at the scrawny neck. She saw him looking at her and knew it wasn't working. He had his own mission in mind and she was not going to distract him. She was embarrassed by her obvious attempt and stepped back. Time to try another tactic.
With a single motion, she pulled the dress over her head and dropped it to the floor. Then, she grabbed her nipples with her fingers and pulled them away from her body as hard as she could, letting out a gasp. "Curtis, Curtis..." she moaned. Curtis crossed his arms and stood staring at her.
Diane twisted her nipples, opened her mouth, trying to put on a show for him that would make him lose track of his plan, maybe cum in his pants again, cut short the session. She pinched harder, pulled at herself, watched his face. He was stoic, just stared at her. Diane's plan was backfiring. She felt her cunt twitching and swelling, she was turning herself on more than him. She wanted to reach out and grab him, pull him down on her, get his cock inside of her, but she knew he wouldn't do that. He wouldn't fuck her, he just wanted to hurt her.
"Are you about finished?" Curtis asked calmly. Panting slightly, Diane let go of herself and stood straight up. "Yes. Yes, Curtis. I await...your pleasure." She felt stupid saying it, but was still trying to do everything she could to minimize his end of the game.
Curtis walked around the bed, stood on the other side. He looked down at the array of devices. Pumps, clamps, a neuro pinwheel, a variety of whips and floggers and a stack of rubber bands of all sizes. There was a small black case sitting opened on the bed. Diane saw the dials, knobs and wires and knew it was an electrical control box. There were clamps, adhesive patches, and rods, all with wires protruding from them and all connected to the box. There were other devices she didn't recognize and they scared her. She wasn't sure what they did but she was certain it would hurt.
"I am not going to tie you like we did this morning. You will need to remain still on your own. I'm certain you can do it." Diane wasn't. She'd struggled and strained against the pain when he had her this morning and was certain it would be worse this afternoon. Especially as she hadn't had time to really recover from his earlier treatment. Curtis was picking up and examining the tools one by one as he talked. "I very much hope you can remain still. Monish has special punishments in mind for girls who do not satisfy his customers." He lifted one of the electrodes and touched it to his tongue. "I have known him for a long time." He flipped a switch on the control box and turned the knob down. When he touched it to his tongue again, he shook his head and spit. "Owww. That's nasty."
Diane stared at him in disbelief. She knew from this morning that he was not an amateur, but why was he being so chatty? He picked up a rubber band, an inch thick and about eight inches around. He wrapped it around his wrist twice, then flicked it. "Ouch. That's going to hurt too." He unwound it and dropped it on the bed. Diane stood, trembling slightly, wondering what kind of mind game he was playing. She wasn't used to standing in a thong panty like this. She was comfortable naked or dressed, but not in this supposedly "sexy" getup. She wished she'd kept her dress on.
There was a knock at the door. Diane reached for her dress but Curtis gave her a look that made her back off. She raised her arms in front of her, but then thought again and crossed her wrists behind her back. She might as well go into display position, there was little doubt that whoever was outside the door was going to be fucking her or hurting her very soon.
Curtis opened the door and waved in two women. Both were wearing brightly colored Spandex micro mini skirts and pushup bras. Both had way too much makeup, six inch heels and were chewing gum. Hookers. Whores. Streetwalkers.
Each of them leaned forward and kissed Curtis as she stepped past him, then looked at Diane. "Holy fuck." "What the hell is this?" "Curtis, is this another of your sick-fuck fantasies?" They kept walking across the room, approaching Diane.
One of them, a six-foot blond woman with tiny tits and a painfully thin body blew a bubble in front of Diane. When it popped, Diane felt a spray of spit and rubber on her face. "Skank whore, pain slut, or just a cow with big titties?" She rubbed her hands over Diane's breasts, felt the nipples stiffen. "A hot little piece, isn't she?" She rubbed the back of her hand over the thong, raised it to her nose. "Fucking ey, she's ready to fuck."
"Why don't you fuck her Curtis?" the other woman asked. She was about five eight and forty pounds overweight. Her dark hair was greasy and she had a cigarette in her hand. "Still can't get it up without hearing those sounds?" She reached out and rubbed his crotch.
Curtis pushed her away hard. "Fuck you, Julie. I pay you, you do what I say. It's pretty simple isn't it? Just like you?" She flipped him off, took another drag from the cigarette. She stepped closer to Diane, swung and slapped her across the chest hard. Diane flinched but kept her hands in place.
Julie turned to Curtis. "This one is going to be good for you. She can take it." She turned back to Diane and pinched her right nipple, twisted it all the way around. "Can't you, cow?" Diane kept her face still, she wasn't going to give this bitch the satisfaction of hearing her whimper. She looked at Julie. The woman's body was slovenly but her face was hard. She had tattoos exposed on both breasts, and up and down both arms. Her calves were both covered with a barbed wire design. There was another barbed wire around her neck. Diane stared at the tattoos.
Julie blew a mouthful of smoke into Diane's face, then reached up and stroked her hair. "Like the ink, cow?" She turned to Curtis. "Another redhead, huh? Goddam, I wish I was a redhead." She walked over to Curtis. "Then, maybe you'd fuck me, huh?" Curtis just stood there.
She dropped into the armchair and crossed her legs. "Okay, Barbara. Let's get started. I saw that Curtis took my advice and brought rubber bands this time." She looked at Curtis. He was already rubbing his hand across the crotch of his pants. She shook her head. Fucking perverts.
"Do her up, Barb. A big one at the base, then three more on each one, an inch or so apart." Barbara was already ahead of her. Diane stood still, arms still crossed at the base of her spine. The rubber bands were tight but no worse than a hundred ropes she'd been tied with before. She saw her titties starting to redden, felt the flesh swelling.
Barbara watched Diane's face closely. She leaned over and licked Diane's nipples, then bit them hard. Diane squirmed but she didn't make a sound. Barbara turned to Julie. "This one's tough." Julie smiled, baring her teeth and snickering, "they all think they're tough." She stood up and reached toward the bed. She picked up a thin piece of leather, about a foot long and an inch wide. It was something she'd suggested Curtis buy years ago. She raised it and brought it down fast, clipping Diane's nipple with just the last half-inch or so. Diane let out a sound but caught herself quickly.
Julie laughed. "You really *are* committed, aren't you?" She flicked Diane's right nipple again, then again, harder each time and quicker.
Barbara counted the blows out loud. "...three...four...five...six..." Diane's eyes were welling, tears dripping down the sides of her cheek but she wouldn't say anything, she kept her body rigid, tits thrust out and offered for more punishment. "...seven...eight..." Julie saw Diane's body flinch slightly, saw her thighs and knees shaking with the effort to control herself. She wouldn't last much longer.
"...nine...ten..." Barbara said as Julie swung harder and faster. She heard Diane give a shudder and a sign of relief, expecting Julie to stop at ten.
But, she didn't. "...eleven...twelve..." Diane bent a few inches at the waist, unable to control herself any longer. She quickly got back into position. Her eyes were streaming tears and she was breathing quickly.
"Please, just a second, please, please," she begged. Julie raised the strap and brought it down again. Barbara counted "...thirteen...fourteen...fifteen." Julie stopped and stepped closer to Diane. She ran her hand over Diane's trembling forehead, wiping the sweat away, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"You thought you were special didn't you?" She leaned in closer to Diane, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back hard. "You thought you were better than a couple of street whores?" She looked at Barbara and nodded. Barbara leaned forward until her face was just above Diane's. Julie pulled Diane's head further back, stuck her fingers in Diane's mouth. She pulled Diane's mouth open wide. "Are you better than a couple of street whores, you cow?" Barbara leaned over and gathered a mouthful of saliva. Diane shook her head and tried to moan, "no, I am not", but she couldn't get the words out. Barbara parted her lips and the glob of spit splashed against Diane's tongue, drizzled down the back of her throat. She coughed but Julie pushed her mouth closed. She swallowed it and retched slightly, feeling the bile burn the back of her throat.
"That's enough," Diane heard Curtis say from behind Julie. She looked and he was still standing in the same place, his hand down the front of his pants, rubbing himself. Julie gave Diane another evil grin and gently patted her cheek. "Now we know what's what, don't we?" Diane felt Barbara pushing against her from behind. Barbara slid Diane's hand underneath her short skirt, underneath her panties. "I may as well get some use out of you while you're here," she said. Diane felt the sticky wetness of Barbara's cunt and nearly retched again, wondering if she was dipping her fingers in Barbara's juices or some John's cum.
Julie stood aside slightly so Curtis could watch as she laid fifteen swats on the left nipple. Diane was trembling, near passing out. She couldn't remember so much concentrated pain in such a short time. Curtis and Julie had clearly been honing their craft for a long long time. Barbara came while counting and Julie chuckled, Diane tried to remove her hand, but Barbara pushed it back.
When Julie had finished fifteen strokes, she looked at Curtis. He was still rubbing himself, still hadn't cum. "Curtis," Julie said. "I want to teach you about the rubber bands." Diane looked at her with panic. What else was there? They held her titties tight, slowed the circulation, made the nipples tender. As Curtis walked closer, Diane realized Julie had in mind. She was going to snap the rubber bands.
Diane squirmed and started begging, "Curtis, Curtis, please, please, there must be something else..." She raised her arms and covered herself, pushed backward and sent Barbara tumbling onto the other bed. She stepped back but froze immediately. Panic had got the best of her and she knew she would pay. She'd been at the game long enough to know better than to try and run off. But, she was so exhausted from the last few days she couldn't think straight. Her world was going to crumble, she just didn't know when. All because of Monish.
She stepped forward, put her arms behind her back again, and thrust her chest out toward Curtis. "Curtis, I am so sorry...I won't let it happen again." Curtis eyes were bright. He had done this a hundred times before but there was something intense about this one. She was able to take so much pain, but she flinched from this one. He looked at Julie. "This is really going to hurt, isn't it?" Julie laughed and picked up a rubber band, and flicked it against Curtis' arm. He jumped. "Ow!" She laughed again. She pulled down her top and held the rubber band tight across her chest. With her other hand, she pulled it six, eight inches away from the flesh and let go. The snap resounded across the room. Julie didn't flinch but both Diane and Barbara turned their heads away.
She lifted the rubber band. Curtis saw the huge red welt. "Oh, yeah. Hurts like a motherfucker," she laughed and turned toward Diane. "But I can take it. How about you, cow?" She snapped one of Diane's rubber band and Diane felt the pain shoot through her brain like a firecracker. She'd barely stretched it, half an inch.
"Curtis? This is all you," Julie said. Barbara pulled Diane's hand away from underneath her dress and walked around to stand next to Julie. "This, I gotta see." Curtis reached out for the rubber band nearest Diane's left nipple.
"No, no," Julie said. "That one is going to hurt a lot. A lot. You need to work her up to it." Diane started shuddering again, quietly began begging. "Curtis, please...there must be something else on the bed...Curtis..." Curtis pulled the rubber band at the base of her left tit back an inch and let go. Diane felt the pain explode across her chest and gasped. She kept her arms and feet in place, only squeezed her eyes shut. Curtis pulled the same one, two inches this time. SNAP! Diane moaned, felt her knees buckle but stayed standing. She felt his fingers take the same one again and screamed, "no! NO! CURTIS!" He pulled further back and snapped again. She swung her arms around her tits and hunched forward. "I can't, I can't..."
Julie looked at Curtis and he nodded. The two women stepped to Diane's sides, each of them taking one of her arms. Then, they each wrapped a leg around one of Diane's. She was immobile now. She struggled against them but the woman were both street hardened and she was no match for them. Curtis stoked Diane's nipples and watched them harden, watched her squirm as the blood tried to course through her constrained titties.
"Julie," he said. "Yeah?" she answered. "I think I like this."
He pulled the second rubber band and snapped it, again, then a third time. Diane stopped begging and was now just moaning and shivering. He moved to the third one, the one closest to her nipple, and pulled just an inch. It was thinner than the others, not as tight either. When he let go, she let out a small scream and Julie clapped her hand over Diane's mouth. "Gag her Curtis," Julie said.
He picked up a rag off of the bed and stuffed part of it into Diane's mouth, wrapped the rest around the back of her head and tied a knot. He snapped the same rubber band again and she went wild, wrestling hard with Barbara and Julie, trying to jerk herself forward, backward, side to side, but ultimately they kept her in place. Curtis started on the right breast, this time working faster and pulling further. Diane flailed and shook her head hard, body jerking, trying to get away from the next blow but never able. Curtis started working with two hands at once, alternating light snaps and heavy snaps, watching Diane's body dance. She was covered with sweat now and it was getting hard for Julie and Barbara to hold her. Curtis snapped both base bands at the same time and Diane stiffened, then went limp. Barbara was afraid she had passed out but Julie new better. She had surrendered. The pain had won. Curtis could now do whatever he wanted to and she would not resist.
Julie and Barbara laid Diane on the bed and stood back. Curtis leaned over her and reached for her nipples. "Up, cow. Up," he said. Obediently, she arched her back, offering him her nipples. "Barbara. Come over here and touch me," he said as he pulled Diane upward, lifting her slightly off of the bed. She moaned, her body in another place. Julie recognized the sound and knelt beside the bed, pushed her hand between Diane's legs. Diane immediately began rubbing against Julie's knuckles, let out a screaming orgasm in seconds, kept humping. Barbara slid her hand inside Curtis' pants and he started moaning quietly.
In just a few seconds, both Curtis and Diane came.
Barbara and Julie helped Diane dress, got her to the elevator and walked her through the lobby. Diane was completely exhausted and could barely walk. The women held her up, practically carrying her, one standing close on each side, holding her by the arms. They knew the management - had worked the hotel before - and didn't want any trouble. When they got outside, Julie handed Diane a card. "You're a fucking hot one, we could make a lot of money doing scenes, honey. I know some kinky motherfuckers." She lit up another cigarette, took a drag and blew the smoke upward into the air. "Call me."