Denise

*** Chapter 10, Captivation

Diane was on her lunch break.

Sitting in a café on Times Square she reflected on the last month. It had been that long since Jake had promised to marry her and divorce his shrewish wife. In all that time they had played their games but he had never again referred to that evening. It was as if he had forgotten or put it on the back burner.

Somehow she would have to reawaken his interest in marriage.

Sipping her coffee she fiddled with her mobile phone. Jake was away again for a few days and she missed him so. Diane was so involved in her thoughts that she was startled when someone sat at the table. She glanced up ad was surprised to see Joan Lorde.

"How are you?" asked Joan with a smile.

Diane took in Joan with a glance. Her fur coat was parted to show a leather dress beneath.

"Fine Mrs Lorde,” she answered.

"Well, I am not but I'll explain later." Mrs Lorde had a slight smile on her lips as she looked at her rival. "I wonder if you could do me a little favour."

"I would be glad to help," replied Diane as she sipped her coffee.

"I have a real problem in my husband's home office. I don't understand the filing system and he phoned me to fax a document. Could you come back to the apartment and help me find it?" said Joan.

"I have a lot to do in the office. But if it won't take too long." replied Diane.

"Fine. Thanks.

The car is just round the corner."

Diane drank her coffee and followed her lover's wife out of the cafι. They walked a block or two through the busy streets before the car came in sight, pulled up in a taxi rank. Joan opened the rear door to let Diane in.

Diane slid in without looking.

She found herself next to a muscular young man in the back seat. Joan got in as driver and they moved into the traffic.

"This is Mike,” said Joan. Normally he would be driving me but I fancied driving myself.

Mike smiled at Diane and nodded to her. Diane had never seen Mike before but he was dressed in a black uniform, his cap on his lap. Joan chattered away inconsequentially as they made their way through heavy traffic to the apartment. The car pulled into the underground car park and they got out and into the elevator.

'Joan seems rather exhilarated.' thought Diane as they entered the flat.

As soon as the door closed Diane was grabbed!

For a moment she was shocked. Mike was holding her wrists behind her. She struggled but he simply held both wrists in one hand and raised them until Diane was forced onto tiptoes. Joan came to face her. Her face so close that their noses almost touched Joan smiled.

"You are a naughty girl Diane,” she hissed.

"What? Naughty girl?" cried Diane as she pulled at her wrists.

"Yes. You have been fucking my husband. That makes you a naughty girl," replied Joan as she stepped back a little.

"I would not touch your husband,” stated Diane. She started to worry. No one knew of her whereabouts.

"Bring the slut to the bedroom,” said Joan to Mike.

He raised her arms a little more and pushed Diane forwards. The teetered for a moment and then followed Joan. In the bedroom was a video machine and a television. Mike forced Diane to a chair and handcuffed her to it.

"Let us have a look at a film that I had made,” said Joan with a leer at Diane.

She went to the video and played the film. For a moment there was black and then a picture of Jake in his office. Diane came into the picture her skirt was off revealing her naked thighs for a moment. Then Jake bent her over the desk and shafted her.

"The web cams,” said Diane with a gasp as she watched the film.

Sex; short and sharp! Within a couple of minutes the film showed Diane and Jake pull their clothes on again.

The film came to an end and Joan turned off the video.

"What have you to say?" she asked.

Diane mumbled under her breath. She could think of nothing to say. Mrs Lorde had found them out.

"I am sorry,” she said almost under her breath.

"Sorry!" shrieked Joan in a shrill voice. My husband's little slut says she's sorry. God. How utterly puerile!"

Diane could not face Joan and hung her head. She felt the cuffs bite her wrists and wondered how she could get out of this awful situation.

"You are never going to see Jake again," cried Joan passionately.

"But,” said Diane.

Joan did not let her finish. "You will write a resignation now. You will promise never to speak to him again and I will pay you $100,000 to get out of his life."

"My job,” said Diane as she felt tears well into her eyes.

"That's what the money is for, bitch." came the reply.

Diane nodded. She had to get out of the apartment. Joan was very pissed and she did not know what Mike would do.

They led Joan to the desk in Jake's office. Joan pulled out a stenographer’s pad and a pen and gave them to Diane.

"I will dictate; you write,” said Joan.

"Dear Mr Lorde, I hereby resign without notice my employment. I realise that I have been foolish to try to entice you from your wife." Joan dictated in a steady voice. "Please forgive me for my stupidity. I shall take a short holiday and find another job outside of New York. Please do not seek to find me, my mind cannot be changed."

Joan glanced at the note. "Sign it and date the top." Diane did as she was told and pushed the pad to Joan.

Joan checked it carefully and pushed it back. "Fold it and put it in this envelope,” she pushed an envelope to Diane with her nail. Diane failed to notice how Joan had touched neither the envelope nor the paper. If she had she would have realised that something was afoot.

Diane folded the note and put it in the envelope.

"Now address it.” said Joan.

Joan flicked the envelope out of reach and turned to Mike. "Bring her to the bedroom,” she ordered.

Taking a wrist he dragged Diane to the bedroom and flung her to the floor. Dazed, Diane lay supine looking at Joan who smiled wickedly.

"Strip her," ordered the mistress to the slave.

With one sharp tug he pulled Diane's blouse off. The buttons sprang off and rolled on the carpet. Diane tried to twist but noticed that Joan had a knife in her hand. She lay still.

Joan passed the knife to Mike who used it to cut off the rest of her clothes. Last to go were the lacy panties that covered her bulging pussy. Mike passed the knife back to Joan handle first.

"Now for my revenge,” said Joan.

She reached beneath the four poster bed and pulled out a cloth bag. From it she pulled a leather mask.

"Fit it on her,” she ordered as she passed the mask to Mike.

He kneeled to place a knee on Diane's chest and pulled on the hood. He zipped the rear of the hood and padlocked it. Diane could not see. Her nose was closed off as was her mouth. As she frantically stared to struggle to draw breath the mouth was unzipped. She opened wide to draw breath and a plastic ball was shoved between her lips. With her tongue forced back it was all she could do to breath through a hole in the ball and whimper for mercy. Joan passed Mike a tube which he passed through the ball, finally zipping the mouth of the mask again leaving the end of the tube hanging.

Diane felt a sharp kick to her side. "Roll over slut,” she rolled onto her front. She felt her arms being slipped into something and then a sharp tugging as Joan viciously pulled the thongs tight pulling her elbows almost together.

"That's better,” said Joan. "Now onto the bed with her."

Diane was lifted into a sitting position on the bed. She heard her breath whistle through the tube and felt her shoulders ache with the strain of the arm restrainer.

"Have I got your attention?" asked Joan.

Diane nodded.

"Good. Then listen. You are a slut. You fucked my husband and wanted to steal him from me. I shall punish you." Joan sounded angry so Diane nodded again. She could hear her breath almost whistling through the tube.

"I will take my time punishing you. You are mine for now to do with as I wish,” said Joan. "Since sex is the speciality of a slut, sex will be your punishment. You will serve me and my friends. I am looking forward to making my pleasure your only goal in life."

Joan reached out and nipped the tube in Diane's mask to cut off the air with one hand as she reached out and stroked the captive's breast. As Diane struggled to breathe she moved to free the tube from Joan's hand. A sharp blow to her breast made her sit still.

"You don't get it do you? Your entire body is mine to control." With those words Joan grabbed a breast and squeezed. Diane, in a world of darkness, felt the hand move down to inspect her pussy.

"Open your legs bitch," came the command.

By now she felt faint and weak. A pressure on her knees forced her thighs open and the hand opened her sex wide. Then she could breathe and was pushed onto her back.

"nice pussy,” said Joan as she slipped a finger deep into the warm tunnel of Diane's sex.

Her other hand parted Diane's flesh to reveal the bud of her ass. "Such a sweet ass." As a finger entered Diane's ass hole she commented further. "It needs, it begs really, to be filled. Pass me the plug!"

Mike found a rubber plug and passed it to Joan with a smile. Diane felt a pressure on her ass as the plug was pushed deep into her. For a moment she struggled as she felt the other prong push into her pussy. It went deep into her making her squirm.

"That's better isn't it?" said Joan as she made a final push at the dildo. "Do you like being filled?"

Diane made no move and received a sharp blow to her vulnerable pussy. She nodded affirmation. "Nice to be filled bitch?"

Diane nodded again. This was terrible. The mask was warm and claustrophobic in its darkness while her jaws ached from being stretched wide by the gag. She had expected anger but this violation was too much.

Joan stood up and admired Diane's helplessness. With a curt remark she banished Mike to the living room. It was not fit that a slave saw her next move. As soon as he was gone and the door closed she found the attachment for the plug that she had inserted into her slaves holes. She attached the dildo to the screw fitting leaving it to stand proudly over Diane's loins.

"Now the first lesson in giving pleasure,” she said as she gave the free-standing prick a squeeze. Diane felt the intrusion in her pussy and ass swell slightly. "You are going to be fucked by me," continued Joan.

She squeezed again and again making the inserted dildos grow steadily as air was pumped into those intruders. Then Diane heard the sound of zippers and the rustle of leather as Joan removed her skirt and knickers.

Joan was wet. She had never been so excited by sex as she felt the juices rise and seep out to her thighs.

"If you please me I shall reward you,” said Joan in a voice almost made breathless as she straddled her supine sex doll. Raising her hips she allowed the dildo to enter her steaming sex. It slid in without hindrance until her pussy rested on the base of the dildo.

"Fuck me,” she said as she slapped Diane's huge breasts.

The slave responded by lifting her hips and thrusting at her tormentor with a steady rhythm. Joan felt the rough dildo stretch her and rub the walls of her pussy. Her clitoris bumped against the swollen lips of her sex doll at every stroke. Never before had she felt so much power and pleasure. As she started to come she slapped Diane's breasts and scratched at her nipples.

The rushing sound of the air whistled from the mask in rhythm to the struggling, arching slave exciting Joan even more. With one hand pinching a nipple tightly the other caught the tube and closed it off. Diane's struggles and thrusts turned frantic as Joan came, not once but twice in quick succession. Then Diane, now at the point of fainting, came too.

The pressure in her sex and ass increased as ever the motion of the plunging pair pumped more air in. Joan released the air hose and sat above her exhausted slave.

"You will be glad to know that I have a special place prepared for you. I have equipped a play room for us that has plenty of clever toys that we will play with." Joan withdrew from the upright dildo with a slow move and gave it another squeeze.

"Do you want to come to play?"

With a weary nod Diane acquiesced. She thought of the note that she had been forced to write and wondered how long Mrs Lorde planned to play with her body. She hoped that the pleasure would soon pall for Joan but deep in her heart she knew that this was just the beginning of her frightful slavery to a vengeful mistress.