Saturday and Sunday Diana rested to let her body recover. Though not used much, she had been used hard. To her surprise, Ellie left her alone. It was still very strange walking through the house by himself. They bought this house shortly after the wedding, so for almost 4 years Tyler and Tanya were home together. Now, everywhere Diana walked there was a memory. Their life together had been shattered and even if somehow they got out of this "owned" and Midnight mess it would not be the same. She went upstairs again and looked into the small office, imagining it being a nursery. The heartache was too much and she took a nap.
Waking to the quiet house, she made dinner, put some ointment on the most sore spots, took some pain killer, and sat down with a glass of wine. What should she do when the bottles were gone? And what would happen if Ellie did actually sell the house. Legally, she was living on the graces of somebody she didn't like. And who didn't like her. It was another time when Ellie's actions made no sense, considering her feelings. Ellie was smart, but surely not smart enough to regularly try to manipulate feelings.
She got a book, but didn't feel like reading. The problem was, without Tanya, she didn't feel like doing much of anything. She closed her eyes and thought of Tanya and, oddly, the scene that came up was of Tanya telling her not to lose hope, just as Tyler had done for Tanya through most of their downward spiral. But was there really any hope left? They were in deep, and inuendo hinted that it was going to go deeper. Diana finished her glass of wine in a series of gulps and went upstairs to an empty bed.
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Tanya was completely sore and when she looked in the mirror she was surprised how bruised she was. She had been punched, thrown to the floor, dropped, kneeled on, sat on, slapped, and the double X on her ass was still visible, though fading. At least that brand would fade. When she first heard the word, she was afraid a hot iron was going to burn her ass. It made the whip easier to handle, though she hoped she never felt another one. The bath and oils Fay used also helped. As usual there was no real conversation. Tanya knew girls got into trouble for talking, so she waited to see if Fay started a conversation. She did not, and so it was silent.
For what must have been the tenth time she walked around the small apartment. There was no refrigerator or stove, just some plates and silverware, a small table, chair, and a bed. The door was locked from the outside and the window was locked and frosted. She was sealed away from the outer world. The journey here was almost a blur, but she did remember a tunnel, Fay unlocked the door to the elevator, then walking through an empty hallway. Home to work and never step outside, every employer's dream and every worker's nightmare.
Monday was more of the same, most of the day. Kelly stopped by to look at her bruises and said she would probably be ready to start working on Thursday. It wasn't much consolation. She was alone like never before, with no future she could imagine, and a past she would do well to forget. And a sister who, she didn't even know how to put into words how she felt about her sister. It had taken only a month and a half to get her locked into this apartment with bruises from an initiation after being sold. By now Carla had been with Ellie for two days. How long would it take to trap her, especially with Kyle helping. And what was the payment to Kyle? No, she really didn't want to let her mind start going there.
Kelly wanted to massage her and rub on some more ointment. She stripped and laid on the bed. Kelly's trembling fingers told her more than any words. When Tanya was turned onto her back she reached up and pulled the other girl down on top of her, kissing her cheek. For a long time she just held her handler. She could sense that on the inside, Kelly was a mess. This could not be good.
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Monday dragged, the stillness and unreality still being completely disorienting to Diana. She laughed. Tyler, Diana, whoever she was. The only real traces of Tyler left in the house were in the photo albums left behind. Surely Ellie would just destroy those and pretend it never happened. What was it like to be erased from history? Tyler was disowned by his family. Hated by his sister in law, divorced, though under duress, by his wife. All that was left was a shell, a man in a dress and a cock cage who had memories but now lived as Diana. It's what people called her. In fact, Diana had an alter ego, but Tyler had just been Tyler. Had been, until his brother called him Ty. That was strange. His last phone call to family and suddenly his name gets shortened.
Meals were empty, but food was necessary for working at the club 5 or more nights a week. It wasn't like there was much of a life outside of that, which was probably one thing that kept the "staff" coming back night after night. That and some kind of blackmail or other coercion. And this person had always been punctual, so Diana would be at Midnight not at 6 but 5 or 10 minutes early. If he had to wait for Chris or Sierra or somebody else, that would just have to be.
With a reduced wardrobe it was easy to choose black for her outfit. Pantyhose instead of garters and stockings. She assumed somebody would provide safe scissors to cut as needed. As she saw it, the house was now Ellie's problem, so the money paid before could now be set toward ordering new clothes. Besides, with no guidance she was just trying to mix it up a bit. She got into her car and noticed the SUV was gone. The bitch had apparently taken it, probably sold it. Ellie had said she was giving it to Kyle, but why did he need it? There was something odd about that, but right now there was nothing Diana could do. She was going to work. Just a job, she told herself, do your hours and go home. It seemed much easier that way.
She was 5 minutes early, but as usual they let her in. A month ago she needed a passcode, now she just flashed some leg and she was in. The power of a woman, she told herself wryly. Or of a man in a cock cage and women's clothes. She turned into the small room to wait for her handler. It seemed like a long time before somebody came. She was a short haired brunette who introduced herself as Layla. She clipped the leash to Diana's collar and led her down the halls until they turned into a room with an odd wooden device in the middle of the room. There was a low platform, padded, and a high platform, also padded. Both had straps attached. Layla instructed Diana to kneel on the low pad and strapped her legs down. Then Diana was told to bend over, some adjustments were made to the height of the taller platform and she was instructed to lay on it. Layla had Diana quickly strapped down. A few wiggles made the impossibility of escape pretty obvious. Her hands were put in cuffs running through the higher platform and she was stuck.
At the designated time the clients began their journey through the stations. First in for Diana, once again, was the lawyer. She didn't know what Brad had promised as consolation for not having a winning bid for her and Tanya, but it was worth the price not to be owned by this guy with the maniacal look in his eyes. He got right behind Diana and tore at the dress, then the panties, struggling to rip them and finally just pushing them down onto her thighs. With his short stubby cock he had trouble getting into her ass, but finally managed to get it in. She wished he had at least spit on her ass. It was short, but wide. After a while he gave up and moved to her mouth. She did her duty and was rewarded with a dribble. He must have been masturbating all afternoon to have so little. He started to move to the ass again but Layla said he was done. He did the "Do you know who I am" thing with her and she calmly replied yes, but she had no instructions to let him do a double so he was done. He looked like he was going to force the issue until Layla took a step forward. He put his clothes on, told her he would report that behavior, and started out the door. Then he turned back and said, "I can make your life like hers," and he left.
Diana wondered who "hers" was, but it had an effect. She saw Layla stiffen and make fists. Considering the lack of responses for so many things, whatever it was it had to be significant. It was a while before she relaxed again, and Diana was wondering where Tanya was. Was she working tonight? Did Brad have her in his office? She started listening for conversation in the hallway to see if anybody was talking about her. The answer came in an unexpected way.
Two men came into the room and stood in front of her, pulling out their cocks and slapping her face with them. "You'll do, you little bitch, but we came here to have a turn with that Madame T. Didn't she become part of this stable? You've been with her, multiple times, so where is she?" Unsure what to do, Diana opened her mouth to say she didn't know and suddenly her mouth was stuffed with a cock. "Come on, I thought your tongue was supposed to be so good. I'm waiting." He nodded to his companion, who went to the other side and delivered a resounding smack on Diana's ass.
Front guy was moving just a little, and was in the throat, so he was pretty much getting what he was going to get. Diana worked her tongue out and caressed a little more cock. The angle was good, letting the cock slide into her throat while still letting her breathe, but it was a challenge. The other guy landed 3 more spanks and then Layla spoke up. "That's the limit for standard play. Unless you have something that shows you paid to spank her, don't do it again." With the guy in front pushing almost to her nose, it was impossible to see Layla's face, but suddenly there was a sharp female voice saying, "Put that hand down NOW."
Front guy kept slowly pumping, and the guy behind settled for the ass. Diana heard him mumble to front guy, "We were gonna take turns." With not much to do except suck, lick, and take, she went back to listening. A couple of male voices came in range. "... heard it was yesterday." "I know a cop who handled it. Said she used a razor." "Fuck man, that's awful. How did they find her." "Missed her shift here. Used to do that one we ..." Diana fought back the urge to panic. Were they talking about Tanya? Razor? Past tense. Police? The guys finished up on her and left, mouth guy giving a final defiant spank on the way out.
