Denise

*** Chapter 5, Diversion

After a rather acrimonious business meeting in Austin, Jake flew to Las Vegas. An evening at the gaming tables and then a willing partner were what he needed to soothe himself.

'I must be getting old,’ he thought wryly. 'Making money is no fun anymore, just a reflex that needs to be tested to make sure that it has not faded.'

Las Vegas was a vice of Jake's.

He never lost very much at poker but the game was a stimulus. Somehow mixing with gamblers and prostitutes gave him a boyish thrill. A sort of seamy adult Disney World feeling.

He played longer than he meant to and picked the most outrageous of the bitches as a partner for the night. Of all the girls she wore the most makeup. She was the only one with a plastic skirt and was chewing gum like a demented sheep. For two hundred he bought the whole night. 'Looks cheap, is cheap.' could have been her slogan.

For three hours they moved from the bed to the shower and then to the floor. She chewed her gum and he almost made her come. But not quite. She, on the other hand made him come, twice. She moaned and groaned like the true professional that she was, finally sitting on his prick and sucking the juice from him with irresistible force.

Jake almost imagined that her pussy milked him in waves. Pumping him dry by sheer suction. He hardly felt her nails score his chest but he did see her chewing as she twisted on his prick. Truly screwing him, making him surrender every last drop until at last she pulled free, one last pull that made his erection stand proudly even though he had come the second time.

But no more!

He felt finished. Her hand gripped his prick, all false nails and pink polish. She had not even removed her plastic skirt. His erection faded leaving her poised to take him into her mouth but Jake stopped her with his hand.

He had had enough.

***

Miss Clearmont could be described as attractive. The touches of grey in her hair were slight but definite. What she lacked in youth she made up for in strength of character and surety of bearing. Just a year ago she had gained a considerable fortune that allowed her to pursue her hobbies without hindrance.

Her pastime was art, her passion was sex.

Formerly a nurse she had stolen a fortune from her blackmail victims.

Gail Vasdek, was her special creation.

Miss Clearmont had first met Gail at a party a year before and recognised the familiar bearing of a submissive immediately. After the party she had taken Gail under her wing and they had had a brief affair but somehow Gail was almost too passive and the contact had dwindled. Miss Clearmont preferred to subdue rather than encourage her submissives so it was with considerable surprise that she got a telephone call from Gail.

The next day Gail called at Miss Clearmont's Manhattan apartment. As she was led to Miss Clearmont's private office she felt a nervous but elated thrill run through her. The door was opened by the servant to reveal a sumptuous room, fine art hung on the walls and a massive mahogany desk dominated the chamber.

"Come in Gail,” said Miss Clearmont.

With nervous steps Gail entered and stood before the desk. There was no other chair in the room so she had to remain standing. Miss Clearmont sat on a leather armchair behind the desk looking relaxed and pleased to see her acquaintance.

"You spoke of a friend's problem, tell me all about it."

As she spoke she pressed a button on the desk and the door opened to reveal the butler who had shown Gail into the apartment.

"A water for me and a brandy for my guest,” she ordered.

The liveried butler served the drinks from a cabinet and retired from the room, closing the door softly behind him.

After a sip of brandy Gail explained. "My present Mistress is Mrs. Joan Lorde. She has a problem in that her husband is seeing another woman."

"Just how can I help?" said Miss Clearmont in an enquiring tone. She knew of Joan socially but it was news that she had Gail as a partner. That could only mean that she was the dominant one.

"She is worried that her husband plans to divorce her. I think that she would rather not go through the courts with a divorce," came the reply.

Miss Clearmont was intrigued. First that Joan Lorde had Gail as a lover and second that she knew that her husband was rich. She smelled money and an interesting opportunity.

"Tell her to call on me in the next couple of days and we shall see if I can help, but I'm not promising anything!"

Gail showed signs of relief. She had been worried that Miss Clearmont would be either angry at her or try to persuade her to stay. She had been a hard mistress.

"Has she been treating you well?" asked Miss Clearmont.

"Mistress Joan is good to me," came the reply. "She looks after me and punishes me fairly for my failings."

"I am glad to hear that my little slave. Return to your mistress and remember to ask her to call on me. I am always glad to meet a woman of like mind."

With a small dismissive gesture she waved her hand to discharge Gail. With a "Thank you Mistress," Gail left Miss Clearmont.

For a few minutes Miss Clearmont sat thinking. Then she reached under the desk and pulled on a leather leash. The leash was attached to the collar around the neck of a naked woman who had been waiting silently unseen under the desk.

"Stand up Desire,” she ordered.

The slave stood by her mistress and waited for further orders. The jewellery that she wore tinkled as she stood. Three steel rings, one through each nipple of her large breasts and another tucked out of sigh in her naked pussy dangled small bells that chimed with every move.

For a minute Miss Clearmont admired her chattel. Here was the secret of her wealth.

Late Denise Lamont, rich widow, now Desire the pliant bitch.

"Would you like to meet Mrs Lorde?" asked Miss Clearmont.

"I am your slave mistress," replied Desire as she looked at the floor.

Miss Clearmont stood up. Placing a hand under the chin of her slave she raised Desire's eyes to look into her own. Then she allowed her hand to drift down the slave's neck until it rested on her breast.

"Would you like to prove it?" she asked.

"I only wish to give you pleasure my mistress."

The hand wandered from the breast to the triangle between Desire's thighs. A finger entered the narrow slit and rubbed against the pierced nub of the clitoris.

"You have given me so much pleasure my dear. It would be such a shame if I had to dispose of you. But you are the last remaining evidence that Denise Lamont ever existed. One day I shall have to, perhaps in the near future because it seems as though you might just be a distraction now that I have work to do,” said Miss Clearmont in a quiet tone.

She felt Desire shudder but if it was the attention to her pussy or the fear of being disposed of Miss Clearmont did not know.

With a tug of the leash Miss Clearmont led her slave out of the room. The two passed through a corridor lined with delicate watercolours and small statues on pedestals. A door revealed another corridor, this time rather austere in white and black tiles.

Pulling a key from her pocket Miss Clearmont used it to enter a cubical no larger than a meter square. She allowed Desire to step past her into the small room and then shut the door locking it as she did so.

In the dark of the cell Desire sat down on the cold tiles. She was glad that her mistress had not chosen to put her back into the punishment cage. Miss Clearmont was good to her.

Miss Clearmont walked the length of the corridor, her heels clicking on the tiles with a sharp sound. Entering another locked door she came into her punishment room. The room was decorated as a boudoir, four poster bed and sumptuous furnishings contrasted with the other half of the room which looked more like a dungeon than a bedroom.

Closing the door behind her she went to the wooden box by the bed and opened it. The sides fell away to reveal a cage containing a slave. The woman was corpulent making her flesh press against the bars. Miss Clearmont opened the cage to allow the woman to crawl out with slow movements.

"How are you today Kathy?" she asked in a soft voice.

Kathy stayed on all fours. Just the effort of escaping the cage had exhausted her. Her 280 pounds of flesh heaved as she panted with exertion.

"I asked you a question." Miss Clearmont's voice had an edge that suggested that she would not wait long for an answer.

"I need to be punished mistress."

With a smile Miss Clearmont looked at her former friend. So very fat, but there was room for more. She reached out her hand and took a fistful of a roll of fat. For a moment she squeezed and twisted before letting go and sitting on the edge of the four poster. With a flick she undid the waist of her dress and allowed it to fall open. No knickers covered her ripe sex allowing Kathy to see the moist lips of her pussy.

"Please me and I may feed you,” said the mistress as she opened her legs and leaned back. Miss Clearmont heard the movement of her enormous slave as she crawled forward. Then she felt the tongue on her pussy. Four studs piercing the tongue pulled over her pussy making her shudder with pleasure.

"Use your breasts," ordered Miss Clearmont.

Kathy pulled one huge breast from the floor and put the metal pieced nipple in her mistress's pussy. Slowly she worked it over Miss Clearmont's soaking pussy. It did not take long for Miss Clearmont to orgasm. As she shuddered with pleasure Kathy withdrew to all fours and waited for further orders. Slowly the mistress sat up. Her slave, shaven head down, was a mass of pink flesh. Here and there were the criss cross marks of the caning that she had received yesterday. On her back was tattooed the word 'SLAVE' in large cursive script. Miss Clearmont stood and walked round her.

"That was good slut. In fact it was so good that I will allow you a request."

Kathy looked at her huge breasts. They were all that she could see. They hung to slump on the floor hiding the pierced soft nipples. For a moment she considered asking for something worthwhile like a drink of fresh water or a cooked meal, but she no longer had the courage.

"Please mistress, could I go to the toilet?" asked Kathy.

"You wish to try my generosity slave?" Came the reply.

"No mistress. But I so need to."

Miss Clearmont paused for a moment. Now she regretted her charity. Still, she had offered. Stooping down she withdrew the plastic plug that was blocking her slave.

"Control yourself and do not make a mess of my floor slut. You may go."

With a waddling motion Kathy crossed the floor to a chamber pot and lowered herself. Still she was on all fours. Miss Clearmont picked up her skirt and put it on before going over to Kathy. With a brief look at her watch she said. "You have a minute."

Whilst Kathy strained on the pot she selected a fresh plug and went back to stand by her labouring slave. After the minute was up she slapped Kathy who crawled forward. With great satisfaction Miss Clearmont noted that the pot was still empty.

"Tomorrow you can try again." Was her only comment as she passed the plug to Kathy. Kathy looked at the plug. It was larger than the last one and would have to be inserted into rectum and vagina. A small tube hung limply from the rear of the device. Resigned to the discomfort she inserted it until only the tube was to be seen hanging from between her plump behind. Miss Clearmont fitted a bulb to the tube with a practised motion and began to squeeze. As she did so Kathy could feel herself being stretched.

"This is my little reward for your service slut. I have decided that since you have become so large it is fitting that you should have matching holes. I intend to make you reach a weight of 350 pounds. You are simply not big enough for me to enjoy your distress.”

"Thank you mistress for your devoted care. I only wish to please you,” said the abject Kathy.

"Doctor Vance will be in to see you later." Replied Miss Clearmont. "I have a little plan for you that you will really enjoy. Would you like to guess what it might be?"

Kathy simply shook her head and murmured. "Whatever you wish, mistress."

"You are to go on a regimen of hormones. Your breasts need enlarging somewhat and your thighs are still so thin that you can nearly put your legs together."

Miss Clearmont stopped pumping the rubber bulb and detached it from the tube. With a gentle pat she urged her slave to the cage. Once in the cage in a kneeling position she fetched a bowl the size of a large tureen and set it before the hapless Kathy. It was filled to the brim with cold fatty lumps of boiled pork and a sour smelling liquid. With that she wiped her hand on Kathy's head and closed the cage.

"I will be back in about half an hour. If the bowl is not licked clean I will thrash you and then give you two more to eat. You are simply not eating enough. From now on it's double rations for you anyway."

With that Miss Clearmont pulled up the panels to cover the slave pen and slipped the bolts in place. Inside was complete and utter darkness. Kathy had no trouble finding the bowl but the space was so small and filled with her bulk that she could not get her hands to the bowl. With resignation she began to feed.

She knew that she would never get into the corners of the bowl to finish it off, so the punishment was inevitable. But she also knew that if she did not try her chastisement would be terrible. The food tasted of salt. With no teeth she had to swallow the lumps of gristle and fat whole making it difficult to swallow. She moved with discomfort because the dildo in her pussy was stretching her terribly and the one in her rear was almost unbearable.

A year ago she had been mistress of her own fortune, training slaves and living the life of a wealthy woman. But because her friend Miss Clearmont had believed that she was trying to steal she had been subjected to a year of terrible revenge. For a moment she paused to swallow again but the fat would not go down. Her face was wet with the salty liquid and congealed fat.

She almost choked as she struggled to swallow and then it went down. Never a slim lady she was gross now. On her knees motionless most of the time and never allowed to walk she was not even sure if she could. Toilet visits were far and few between and terrible when they were allowed. She was not a sex slave, she was Miss Clearmont's revenge. Kathy rarely saw anyone but her mistress. Often she heard others being tormented or used in the room but in her box she had no real idea of the passing of time.

Some time ago she had been led out of her box and shown to some of Miss Clearmont's friends. Grotesque in a huge basque and stockings she had been used as a table for drinks and then as a sex doll. For several hours they had fucked her wide gagged mouth. One of the men then complained that her teeth had caught his cock. A couple of days later Doctor Vance had removed them.

Now her smooth mouth with it's studded tongue was ready for pleasure but Miss Clearmont had not used it. No she had taken to Kathy's breasts. Each nipple had a stud through it holding a stretcher in place. Several weeks later they were replaced with larger ones. The good doctor checking that the nipples were growing. Kathy was being enlarged all the time. Her clitoris was as small as a short prick and constantly rubbed on whatever object was in her pussy. The worst of all was the hopelessness of slavery.

She knew that she could never escape, she was physically not able to. She was doomed to be a living reminder of her mistress's wrath. The best that she could manage was to rock back and forth to orgasm, at least she had that pleasure.

Miss Clearmont had a warm glow of satisfaction as she left Kathy. She was so rich that money had almost no meaning but the videotapes of Kathy as a slave that she sold the rights to, gave her no end of gratification. She had a whole store of tortures prepared for Kathy but one at a time stretched over months was the way to get her revenge.

As she passed the door behind which Desire was locked she had a sudden thought. Opening the door she found her slave curled on the cold tiles fast asleep. A touch of her heel brought Desire to her feet.

"I forgot so put you in restraint,” she said as she reached up.

She pulled at a trio of small chains and attached them to the rings in Desire's pussy and nipples. With a small tug they spooled upward to the ceiling stopping when taut. When the door closed the spool would not unwind. Desire had a long night ahead of her.

"Thank you mistress for restraining me,” said Desire as the door closed.

Once in her office Miss Clearmont made a phone call. She rang the number of a private detective agency that she always used when discretion was required.

"Can I speak to George please,” she said to the secretary.

For a moment there was music on the line. "George Watts here."

"Miss Clearmont. I wonder if you could do a little research for me in the next day or two."

"For you. I am sure that we can."

"I need information and a watch kept on a Mrs. Lorde,” she said

"Ahem." For a moment there was silence as George thought about customer confidentiality. The fees that Miss. Clearmont could pay overcame his reticence. "Funny coincidence, we have her as a client at the moment."

"That does save time,” said Miss Clearmont with a chuckle. "Are you watching her as well?"

"No just her husband and his lover."

"Well at the usual rate I want you to dig up as much as you can by tomorrow. Also follow another woman. Gail Vasdek. I believe that the two of them are having a somewhat unconventional affair."

"Anything else?" asked George. "What time do we meet?"

"At two in the afternoon will be fine. I will pay in cash as usual."

"Fine."

Miss Clearmont put down the phone. This was really coming together now. Mr. Lorde was in deep trouble, but he did not know it yet. Mrs. Lorde was in deeper than she realised and Gail Vasdek's powerful friend could look forward to an exciting time.