Blacmailed Servitude

I'd first like to once again thank Bella_Mariposa for an excellent and patient job editing, and for providing helpful & constructive criticism. Please enjoy the story

Chapter 3

A week had passed since 'The Incident' as Diane liked to think of it. Despite hating herself for it, Diane couldn't help but think about it every day since she'd woken up next to Vicky.

How could she have done it? She wasn't a dyke! She wasn't some sort of drunk whore! But that orgasm! Forcing Vicky's tongue deeper inside her, as she howled in ecstasy. Bucking and writing, gripping the ropes she'd been tied down with! She'd never cum like that with a man, christ, never even by herself!

Diane couldn't help but get turned on remembering her drunken escapade, even being forced to eat Vicky's pussy made her own pussy tingle and begin to drip. Even now, a week later, Diane walked around with pretty much a permanent wet spot in the centre of her panties.

Sitting at her large (and very expensive), original oak desk in her private office, Diane was back to fantasizing about her night with Vicky. Leaning back in her chair, she let her tight little black skirt rise up baby smooth legs, revealing a tiny triangle of purple, lacy panties. Separating her legs slightly, Diane traced a forefinger up her thighs, stopping it when it reached the wetness spreading in her pants.

'Eat me bitch!'

thought Diane, picturing riding a tied-down Vicky instead of how it had actually occurred on Friday. Imagining gripping Vicky's hair as she forcibly rode her face, Diane hooked a finger under her now sodden panties and delicately slid a finger into her slick hole. It slipped in easily, as it always did these days, and soon Diane was pumping fingers into her pussy as she relived the events of last Friday. Feeling her orgasm starting to build she pushed her panties round her ankle's, pulled her fingers from her pussy, and started furiously rubbing her clit.

"Oooh. Mmmm. Fuuuuuuck!" whispered Diane, as she whipped her fingers furiously over her nub. Gripping the arm of the chair she came hard, letting out a quickly stifled groan.

Suddenly there was a knock on her office door.

"Post, Miss Sanders," called Ted, one of the companies secretaries.

Without waiting for an invitation, Ted strode in. Diane quickly tried to compose herself, acutely aware how flushed she appeared and that behind her desk her panties were still round her ankles.

"Just need you to sign here Miss," said Ted. "Reckon you should get maintenance in as well, smell's a little musky."

Blushing, with juices still leaking from her pussy, Vicky leaned over and signed the clipboard-bound receipt, receiving a large slim envelope on completion.

"Thank you Ted, you can leave now," dismissed Vicky. "Shut the door, and next time wait for permission before you come in!"

Once the now contrite Ted have left, Diane studied the envelope. There was no indication of what it contained or where it had been sent from. In fact everything about the envelope screamed anonymity. Perplexed, Diane ripped the end of the envelope and tipped it up, causing the contents to spill over desk.

Diane gasped, shocked by what her eyes were seeing.

Standing, she quickly strode to the door and locked it. Returning to her chair, she began to rummage through the contents of the envelope. Immediately her eyes were drawn to the three large photos on her desk. The first showed her sitting on a bed, a woman straddling her and the pair passionately kissing. The second photo was even more damning, it showed Diane naked with her wrists bound, clearly enjoying the attention of the other woman's head, positioned between her legs. Her back was arched in a way that could only dictate extreme pleasure. The third photo was even worse; depicting a still bound Diane's face being ridden by the other woman. Looking closely Diane could see the gap between the woman's pussy and her face was being bridged by a very willing tongue. Clearly all these photo's came from Friday night.

'

Shit! Fuck! Fuck!! How...? Bitch!'

thought Diane, panic beginning to set in.

Still the torment was over for Diane. Also contained in the envelope was a CD with a big white label stuck onto it. Ominously the label read '

WATCH ME'

. Trepidation marking every movement, Diane slowly slid the disc into her laptop. Having loaded up, Windows Media Player opened and a movie began to play.

"I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!"

"Yes! Ohhhh yes! Come on baby! Fuck me! Fuuuckkk meeee! Yes! Yes! YEEEESSSS! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!"

Diane slammed the screen of her laptop down, cutting off the clip of her delirious orgasm, brought about by Vicky's tongue. Tears beginning to well in the corners of her eyes, she finally read the note that had fallen free from the rest.

'Dear Diane,

You've been a very naughty girl haven't you? Who, among your colleagues, knows you're a pussy-lapping dyke? How many know how much you love having someone ride your face? Who would want to know, or importantly what would happen if they did know? I feel the consequences to your career would be dire. I'd like you to meet me in the bar where you met the woman last Friday at 8 o'clock sharp. Dress sexy, something short and seductive, however I've provided some special panties for you to wear. Make sure you wear them. Failure to be at the bar, or to meet the stipulations stated above will result in me sending all photos and videos to everyone in your company.

Do not try me.

B & V

Shell-shocked, Diane sat in silence for several minutes.

'Bastard! Who is he? Or she? Fuck! How have I let this happen! I could be ruined, shit! I am ruined!'

thoughts ran through Diane's head quicker they she could register. Trying to calm herself Diane tried to think her way out of this dilemma. She soon realised she'd have to meet 'B&V', but she was certain she could bully, coerce, bribe or maybe even force them to hand over all copies of that movie.

'Yes,'

she thought,

'I can handle this tonight, and tomorrow everything will be back to normal!'

Finally stirring from her stupor, a comment made in the note suddenly hit her. '

I've provided some special panties for you to wear...'

Rummaging around her desk, she found the aforementioned panties. At a first glance they appeared fairly normal, a sheer black thong with a somewhat transparent lacey triangle on front, which Diane supposed was to try and maintain some sort of modesty. However, upon closer inspection Diane noticed a small pocket hidden in the lacey triangle. Poking out of this pocket where two small plastic objects, slightly curved, which Diane immediately associated with a rabbits ears.

With a feeling of dread, Diane realised the purpose of these 'ears'. When the panties were on properly these 'ears' would be firmly nestled – right on top of her clit.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

After several glasses of wine to steel her, Diane finally chose her outfit for the evening. She'd selected a short, white, patterned skirt, which only just reached her mid-thigh region. On top of this she'd selected a black lacey bra, to go with those abominable panties, and a V-cut white halter on top. She realised you could clearly see her black bra through her blouse, but the message had been clear and she thought she definitely fulfilled the 'sexy' requirement. Finally, after putting it off until the very last moment, Diane slipped on the prescribed panties and pulled them up under her skirt. Shifting a bit she managed to get the 'ears' comfortable, one sitting either side of her clit slightly squeezing it between them. Doing a little test walk, she found that walking forced the ears rub up and down her clit, and within second's her body started betraying her – her clit swelling in response. With time running out, Diane resigned herself to a awful evening. She locked up and set off for the bar.

Brian and Vicky were sitting in a corner booth of the bar, providing them as much privacy as possible in a place like this. They'd arrived an hour earlier than the set time, ensuring control of the situation however it might evolve. Predictably, Diane arrived at eight o'clock on the dot, and after a brief scan of the bar, recognized Vicky sitting next to her husband. With a face like thunder, Diane stormed over, pointing at Vicky.

"You bitch! You little cunt! How dare you! I'm not going to submit to the whims of a disgusting little dyke like you! I'm going to destroy you! I'll..."

Interrupting Diane, Brian leaned forward so that the light now shone on his face and smiled up at Diane.

"Hi there Diane, how you doing?"

"Brian! You!" spluttered Diane. "You're behind this?! I thought there had to be a sick perverted mind behind this but I never figured you'd dare! You bastard! I'm going to fucking..."

"Enough!" growled Brian. "Need I remind you why you're here? What I can do to you? Now sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up!"

Vicky smirked, as if anything, Diane looked more pissed off. On the verge of shouting more abuse, Diane appeared to appraise her situation and contritely sat down opposite the couple.

"Good girl," praised Brian, causing another flash of irritation to streak across Diane's face.

"Now that you've calmed down a bit, let me explain your situation, what you're going to do and why you're going to do it," continued Brian. "As of the moment you slept with my beautiful wife you have become our slave. I'm not going to insult your intelligence by getting you to sign your life away or anything daft like that, but for the next year you will be ours to do with what we will. You have my promise that after a year you will be released..."

"Hang the fuck on!" interrupted Diane, attempting to regain control of the situation. CRACK!

'Owww!" Diane suddenly yelped, jumping in her chair as seemingly something had stung. "What the fuck!" breathed Diane, followed by another CRACK! A slightly louder yelp escaped Diane, as once again she jumped, her pussy on fire.

"I didn't give you permission to interrupt slut," smiled Brian. "Those panties you so obediently have on can bring a lot of pain if Vicky decides to dish it out."

As if on cue, Vicky raised her hand to show what appeared to be some sort of remote control in it. On this control were two buttons, one marked 'Pleasure' and the other marked 'Pain'. As if to prove the point, Vicky let her finger fall with exaggerated slowness on the 'Pain' button, holding it down for several seconds. Pain shot through Diane's clit, as a large jolt of electricity shot between the 'ears' nestled around her clit. It felt as if thousands of wasp's were repeatedly stinging her most private of areas, causing Diane to kick and thrash in silent agony.

Tears sprung to her eyes as she desperately begged Vicky to stop. Pausing another second for good measure Vicky finally released the button, allowing Diane to stop her painful dance. Cupping Diane's face in her hands Vicky caressed it gently while whispering into her ear.

"I don't want to hurt you my dear," she promised. "You have to know it's for your own good. Now hush and listen to Brian. There we go, good girl."

Diane kept her eyes downcast as she attempted to collect herself while Brian continued his dialogue.

"As I was saying, you will our slave for one year. Just the one. During that year, you will move in and live in our house. You will perform any and every task we give you without question. You will obey all rules we set without question. If either of us feel you are not performing to your upmost at all time, videos and photos will be released to key figures within your law firm. I'll promise you two things. Firstly we'll never cause pain in spite or in anger, and we'll never cause permanent damage to any part of you. Secondly I'll promise you that eventually you will enjoy your year with us. It might not look that way now, but trust me. So Diane, it's time to decide. Be our slave, or ruin your career, which will it be?"

"Fuck you! You can't blackmail me like this! This is disgusting and...."

The couple never found out what else it was, as Diane was once again thrashing at the hips, pain shooting through her abdomen. This time Vicky kept her finger firmly pressed on the button for over a minute, reducing Diane to a sobbing heap.

~I'll ask again," said Brian. "Which will it be?"

"Screw you...."

The next minutes were a haze of pain for Diane. It felt like someone was rolling hot coals over her pussy. Eventually Diane was begging Vicky to stop the pain, groveling pathetically. Finally Vicky relented again.

"Don't try me a third time Di," whispered Brian.

Numb and dejected, Diane attempted to think of a way out of her predicament. Seconds ticked by as Diane's mind scrambled for something, anything that would get her out of agreeing to this. The fading pain in her slit served as a clear reminder that the pair meant every word they said, and Diane had no doubt they'd release their evidence. Resignation settling over Diane's mind, she dared not look up as she uttered the response that would change her life forever.

"I'll do it."

Brian and Vicky beamed at each other, delight sparkling in their eyes.

"Excellent!" squealed Vicky. "Now the rules. Look at me when I'm talking to you!" gripping Diane's chin and forcing eye contact.

Vicky's voice changed to a lower, domineering tone as she lay the law down. "There are golden rule's you'll always abide to Di. First, I will be called Miss or Madam, Brian will be called Sir or Master, is that clear?"

"Yes...Miss," whispered Diane, hating the words escaping her mouth. She desperately wanted to tear her eyes away from Vicky's, to hide her shame, but daren't.

"Good," smiled Vicky. "The second rule is that your pussy is no longer yours. We own it, it's ours. You will NOT touch your pussy without permission. You will NOT cum without permission. Is that also clear dear?"

Horrified, Diane could only meekly nod her acceptance.

"Excellent!" repeated Vicky. Glancing at Brian, she received the slightest of nods, the signal to continue taking the lead. "Right darling, it's time for your first test. You're going to cum for us, right now, in the middle of the bar."

Started Diane looked up, physically shaken out of her subdued submission. "But there are people around! They might see! I can't..." CRAAACK! Diane yelled and squirmed as Vicky sent another jolt of electricity straight through Diane's pussy.

"Argghhhhh! Im sorry! Im sorry miss! Please...Arghhhh!... Miss!" begged Diane, as Vicky relented and released the button.

"Now then Di," intoned Vicky. "Tell us the last time you touched yourself."

Panting heavily from the shock, Diane hesitantly replied. "This morning miss. I was in my office."

"Details..." hissed Vicky impatiently, her finger hovering over the 'Pain' button again.

Diane scrambled to reply as quickly as possible, without time to fabricate a story she related her episode in the office. "I was sitting at my desk! My panties were soaking wet and I was desperately horny miss, so I had to finger myself." Diane could scarcely believe the vulgarity spilling from her mouth. "I imagined riding your face miss, and cumming on your face. To make myself cum I took my panties down and rubbed my clit until I climaxed!"

"You dirty slut!" laughed Brian. "Now that wasn't that hard was it Di? When you behave, you get treated like a good girl. Reward the slut please V."

Suddenly Diane felt a new feeling around her clit. Instead of delivering a sharp jolt of pain, the prongs now began to vibrate around her clit. The previous shocks had made her clit incredibly sensitive, and the sudden change caused streaks of pleasure to shoot through her body. The vibrations began to swirl through her pussy like ripples on water, causing her to gasp and moan in pleasure. Glancing at Vicky, she saw the pleasure button was now firmly pressed down.

"They say that a little bit of pain greatly enhances pleasure," smirked Brian, obviously noting her reaction.

Unbelievably her traitorous pussy began to respond to the vibrations, dampness spreading through her panties. Just as Diane was beginning to regain control of herself, the vibrations began to increase in intensity. Wave after wave of intense pleasure now rode through Diane's whole body, causing her to pant and groan like a dog. Diane had never owned a vibrator in her life. She'd never thought she needed one, but squirming in the booth to the pleasure of her new Master and Mistress she began to seriously rethink that decision. She'd never felt an orgasm build so quickly. She blushed, realizing that the couple would force her to cum for their amusement. Feeling the dam holding back her orgasm begin to crumble, Diane leaned back and closed her eyes, ready for the most intense orgasm of her life...CRACK!

"ARGGHHHHH!" screamed Diane, the single shock of pain completely killing her orgasm. Squirming and humping the air, Diane shamelessly tried to push herself over the edge, but to no avail. Defeated, Diane slumped back into her seat, her denial seemingly draining her.

"You didn't ask if you could cum slut," warned Vicky. "I was quite clear in the rules. Either way sluts earn their orgasms. Do you think you've earned the right to cum yet slut?"

"No miss," responded Diane, meekly.

"Would you like to earn an orgasm Di?" smiled Vicky, knowing what the response would be.

"Yes. Please miss!" replied Diane, disgusted with herself. What had happened? How had she been so easily transformed into this obedient little slut? At this point she didn't care, all she wanted was that world-shattering orgasm she'd been denied.

"You can cum my dear, once your Master has cum. His pleasure must always come first. I want you to take out his cock under the table. Massage it, rub it and jerk it but most of all make it cum," whispered Vicky. While setting out these instructions she turned the vibrator back on, but keeping it to its lowest setting.

Blissfully, Diane felt the vibrations return to her clit, but nowhere near their previous intensity. If anything this was even worse than no vibrations, now she could feel her orgasm building yet it remained just beyond her reach! Desperately Diane scooted across the booth, resigning herself to her fate. Brian leaned back allowing Diane easy access. With alarming speed Diane had unzipped Brian's trousers, unbuttoned his boxers and fished out his growing cock. Diane was surprised by the size of it, still growing it must already be 7" and far thicker than anything she'd seen before. She felt Brian's cock grow in her hand, hardening and beginning to twitch in anticipation. Slowly, hardly believing she was actually doing this, Diane began to glide her hand up and down Brian's cock, feeling ever wrinkle, bump and vein up his shaft.

"Look at me when you touch me," commanded Brian. Diane obediently raised her eyes to gaze into his as she continued massaging his cock. Feeling pre-cum beginning to leak from Brian's cock, Diane began to run her thumb over the head of his cock on each stroke, spreading the cum. Seeing Brian close his eyes clearly enjoying himself, Diane began to pump his cock faster occasionally gently squeezing his head for several second before resuming her stroking. As she continued working on Brian's cock , Diane felt the Vibrations begin to build up again around her clit. Doggedly continuing to give her best possible handjob, she felt her own orgasm building in the very depths of her pussy.

"Play with my balls with your other hand," moaned Brian. Past the point of even questioning anymore Diane reached around with her right hand and gently clasped his balls while tugging on his cock.

"Now beg me to be allowed to cum"

Still looking him in the eye Diane pleaded for her orgasm. Later she couldn't explain how she had become so compliant, yet her desperate need to come drove all other thoughts straight out of her head.