We Descend with Diana

Diana gave Stacy and Lisa one last look, exchanged a few words and then turned towards the stairs. Each step was harder than the last, she the urge to turn back was so, so strong. She could feel them looking at her, watching her as she went.

Her body was tingling. Her nerves were sparking, ready for more. She almost couldn't contain herself as desire and arousal warred with wariness and shame. At the bottom of the stairs, there was another door. She pushed it open, and beyond there was darkness.

"Step through," said the voice. "The door will lock behind you. You cannot return this way."

Diana said nothing, but plunged into the darkness before she could hesitate. The door closed behind her with a click, and the room was flooded with light.

She was in a small chamber. A very small chamber, in fact. It was almost too small for her. Set into the wall, there was a strange machine, like a half-hollowed out leather suit.

"Step into the machine," the voice said.

"What will it do to me?" Diana asked.

"Step into the machine," the man simply repeated.

Diana knew she had ****, but that did not make it easier. She crept towards the suit, it was attached to the wall, connected by the front. Within, there was space for her whole body. It didn't look like it was going to seal. She pressed into it, the leather was warm against her skin. Her nipples brushed against the inside of the suit, and she shivered. She pushed as far as she could, and suddenly, it tightened around her! Diana gave a soft cry and tried to pull away, but she was now stuck to the wall.

"All right," said the voice. "We're beginning your punishment now. Please excuse the brief moment of pain."

"The moment of what? Argh!"

Diana hissed as her breasts felt a brief flash of heat. The pain was short, but sharp, and it blazed just above each nipple as if something hard and hot had been pressed into them. She stumbled backwards, and this time the suit let her go. She glanced desperately down, but there was no damage. Her skin was a bit pinker, and branded across each of her tits, there was...

"A barecode?" She said. "Are you fucking kidding me?

"It's not permanent," the unseen man assured her. "Think of it like one of those rub-on tattoos that everyone used to get as kids. Except with you, we used heat and it won't exactly wash out."

"You branded me," Diana said. "That's what you did."

"Branded is a bit of a harsh way to put it, but more or less. That's corporate policy for slaves that are on our punishment track. Don't worry, the barcode will fade away in exactly twelve hours."

"You said you couldn't cause any harm!"

"We said no permanent harm. As I said, the code will go. While it is here, however you are legally our property. You are gym equipment, and will be expected to fulfil every order we give you."

"And if I don't?" Diana was frowning.

"If you don't, then we can extend your period of service. Your punishment is twelve hours of service, Diana. It doesn't matter how many other hours it takes for you to finally give us them."

"Fine," Diana said with a frown . "So I'm gym equipment, am I? Do people get to fuck me to stay in shape?"

"Pretty much. You're one of the luxuries we afford to our high class members. For the next twelve hours, you're going to be fucked and used until we're sure that you have given us your very best."

Diana crossed her arms over her chest, there was a frown on her face but a tingling feeling in her gut.

"Well then, are you going to get started? I can't exactly fuck anyone inside of this cupboard."

"In a minute," said the man. "Before that, the rest of your uniform."