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Kate looked down, hung her head.
"Karen, he deserved it."
The gunman crouched in front of Karen. Incredibly, he laughed.
He tilted the girl's face by her chin until she looked into his
eyes.
"I didn't kill him. I didn't kill anyone."
"But. But. You were talking to him. He was swearing and kicking at
you. I turned away, and he stopped screaming. I heard the gun."
"He insulted you Karen, called you a bitch, and a whore, and a
skunk, I think it was."
"He didn't deserve to die," she whispered. A single tear fell from
her eyes.
Leigh didn't know what it was about, didn't know Darren, so she kept
her mouth shut for now.
"I slipped him into a slower time frame to shut him up. Some people
don't learn."
"But ..."
"I know. He looked dead. But he wasn't. We could go back there, I
could unfreeze him again, and you could convince yourself. But
unless you want to hurt him, I wouldn't. He's not ... himself
anymore."
Kate sighed. "He probably did what he said he did, Karen. I was
beginning to wonder if Darren cracked."
"I pushed him too far," the gunman said quietly. "It happens. More
so with guys."
Leigh idly wondered what would happen if she were pushed too far.
She heard her voice, as if it originated from a mile away.
"What if we get pushed too far?"
He smiled, leaned back in the grass.
"Darren was weak. You aren't. But I'll know if I push you too hard.
We'll fix it."
Leigh was far from convinced, but she held her tongue.
He held up something bright and shiny. The blade glittered in the
sunlight. One side was wickedly serrated, the other looked sharp
enough to cut out the side of a tank.
Kate's eyes widened. Leigh couldn't take her eyes off the knife.
"Wh-where?" Kate stammered.
Instead of answering her, he shuffled forward to Karen. Karen
retreated, but her hands impeded her. Finally, she knelt quietly,
trying to control her breathing.
"It's a Bowie knife. And a beauty."
He sounded like a child at Christmas. The Rocky Horror Picture
Christmas.
He held it up in front of Karen's eyes. She flinched as mottled
sunlight reflected from the blade tracked across her face. She
blinked when a particularly bright spot crossed her eye.
"Please," she whispered. Her eyes had begun to fall into that place
where Janice had fallen.
Slowly, carefully, he scraped the blade down her left breast,
stopping just above the nipple.
"Don't move," he advised the girl. She wasn't breathing as far as
Leigh could tell.
He rested the blade against her skin for a few minutes, and then
pulled it away -- straight up, to avoid cutting the girl's skin.
Karen slumped, her breath rasping in quiet relief from her throat.
Ignoring the girl, he showed Leigh.
"Please. You don't need to do that again," she whispered. Knives
frightened her as much as guns did.
He slipped the blade into a scabbard, and threw it towards the blue
pack.
"Darren had it, told me where it was. Wanted me to cut off your
tits," he remarked to Kate. Kate paled noticeably. "Sick fuck."
Leigh wondered idly what one called a clothed man, terrorising three
bound and naked girls, tracing knives down their bare skin, just to
make a point.
Karen had regained her knees, her eyes frightened and wide.
"You didn't have to do that again," she whispered.
He smiled. Kate asked the obvious question.
"Again?"
Karen sighed, her heart calming after the scare.
"He made me stand in front of Darren, while the asshole begged him
to cut me with it. He dragged that damn thing down my breast, but on
the other side. If I breathed it would have cut me. Oh God."
"You did that?" Kate asked the gunman.
He nodded, though he looked a little ashamed.
"Are you all right?"
"He cut Darren instead."
"What?"
"Just nicked his hand. He cried like a baby."
Leigh was beginning to understand why Darren, whoever he was, had
gone a little crazy. She felt like she was going crazy. But while
knives frightened her, she wouldn't ask anyone to cut anyone else.
No matter how crazy she became. For some reason, the fact that the
gunman hadn't really hurt Karen, hadn't cut her, made a difference.
Even if he scared the girl witless, he never had cut her. Somehow,
Leigh knew that Darren -- he would have.
"It might come in useful," the man remarked before climbing to his
feet.
Quickly, he moved around the trees and unlocked the girls, but
re-locked their hands behind them, like Karen, as soon as they moved
from their trees. They were free of the trees, but still restricted.
He led them, all three, naked and bound, towards the front of the
school.
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The bleachers rose like a coliseum, rows of uncomfortable, ridged,
metal seats, stepping up towards the ceiling. Leigh felt a little
like she imagined the Christian's felt like, moments before being
devoured by lions.
Kate stood beside her, metal chain looped around her arms, glinting
in the glare of the overhead lights. Leigh looked down at her own
arms, a similar bundle of chain resting there. The chain wasn't
binding her -- he'd released the girls, all except Karen, from their
handcuffs soon after they'd entered the gymnasium. She still felt
self-conscious, being nude in the gym, with all the frozen
spectators, but there was precious little she could do about that.
Until he let her wear clothing again, she was going to be walking
around bare-assed.
The chain weighed heavily in her arms, but not as heavy as she
thought it should be. Fifteen locks hooked into the links near her
left hand. She could certainly lift the length of it -- the links
seemed to be light gauge, perhaps even aluminium. She wondered
where he had procured this stuff.
The chain wouldn't hold a charging bull, it was far too light for
that, but it would hold a struggling girl -- or boy -- she supposed.
She shivered. She'd probably feel the bite of this chain around her
limbs at some point before all this was over.
She glanced over her shoulder.
He had settled, with Karen at his side like a naked, human, pet,
onto the floor near the women's change room. His hand rested easily
on her bare thigh. He was talking to the naked girl curled up beside
him, and she shook her head once in a while, as if denying his
nefarious plans. Leigh couldn't hear the details, not from here.
The top three rows of the bleachers held perhaps twenty boys, all
decked out in gym equipment. Some were watching the basketball game,
but most were occupied with speaking to their neighbours. A
sprinkling of girls most in gym dress -- shorts and t-shirts -- also
sat amongst the guys. Most of the girls actually seemed to be
watching the game but with bored expressions on their faces. Leigh
had the uncomfortable feeling that they wouldn't be bored for much
longer.
Leigh stepped up on the first riser, the small ridges in the metal
tickling the bottom of her foot. As she moved, Kate mimicked her.
Leigh could feel the gunman's eyes resting on her back, following
her, even as he continued to talk to Karen, his murmuring voice
reaching her through the otherwise silent world.
The metal of the seats was rough and cool against her bare feet.
She climbed three more risers, and stood nakedly in front of the
first guy in the row. Some trick of his position made it seem like
he was watching Leigh's bare breasts.
Ignoring the sensations of exhibitionism, she lowered the weight
from her arms onto the stair upon which she was standing. It clanked
as it snaked and coiled at her feet. She heard another clank from
the opposite side of the bleachers where Kate was doing
approximately the same thing, but on the top row at the opposite
side.
Carefully, Leigh locked one end of the chain to the protective
handrail, and began to lock one loop of chain securely around each
frozen leg. She recoiled from touching the first few students, the
cold, dead sensation from the out of time flesh sending spiders
crawling up her spine.
(And I wanted to touch one, before.)
She sensed life in the students, but only a hint.
Loop. Lock. Loop. Lock.
Male. Male. Male. Female.
The girls legs were more pleasant to work with, smoother and without
the frozen hair that made tightening the chain more difficult with
the males.
She had three locks remaining in her fingers when she bumped into
Kate working in the opposite direction. The girls stood, and quickly
fled the eerie bleachers. When they reached the bottom, he was
waiting, gun in hand, his other hand carrying two pairs of
handcuffs. The gun wasn't aimed at the girls, but its threat
continued to make Leigh uneasy.
Karen remained curled up where he'd left her, seated quietly against
the off-white painted bricks beside the girls change room door.
Leigh couldn't tell if she'd been refrozen, or was simply lounging
quietly, glad that he wasn't paying her any attention.
Leigh was surprised that she was breathing hard, her breath coming
in raspy bursts. She handed him the extra locks. He tossed them
carelessly towards the blue pack which rested near Karen on the
hardwood floor.
Leigh shivered.
"Ugh," she said.
Kate echoed the sentiment.
He smiled, probably aware of the unclean feel of the frozen people.
It was likely why he'd made the girls do his dirty work in the first
place.
(Why tie up frozen people?)
"Hands."
Automatically, Leigh put her hands behind her back.
"No silly," he said. He touched her upper arm. "In front, this
time."
Leigh looked up sharply, but gratefully pulled her hands back in
front of her. He snapped the cuffs on her wrists efficiently, and
did the same to Kate.
"I don't want to seem ungrateful, but why in front? This time?"
Leigh asked.
It felt odd having her hands visible while having to wear the
handcuffs, though nice, in comparison to the alternative.
He smiled in answer.
"Can either of you whistle?"
Kate looked at Leigh, confusion on her face.
(Whistle?)
"Like Roger Whittaker?" Leigh asked finally.
He laughed. "I didn't think anyone else knew about 'ole Roger. Puff
the Magic Dragon, and all that."
"My parents ..."
"... played him all the time. On 8-track. I know," he finished her
thought.
"Actually, it was on cassette, but yes."
He grinned. "No, I meant, whistle to get people's attention."
Leigh shook her head. She could barely strike a low note with her
lips. A shrill whistle, almost like a scream, drilled into her ears.
Automatically, she raised her bound hands, trying to cover her ears,
but not quite managing it with the chain between them. Panicked, she
glanced at the gunman. The gun wavered, pointed at the naked girl
beside Leigh. Leigh began to say something, something reassuring and
calm despite her racing heart.
He was going to shoot Kate, right where she stood, grinning like the
schoolgirl that she was. Either she realised the danger and was
seeking to diffuse it, or she simply didn't realise how close she
had come to feeling what it was like to take a bullet in the chest.
The shot didn't emerge. The image of a bloodied Kate lying on the
floor, her hands still cuffed, didn't appear.
"I can," Kate said unnecessarily.
"Jesus," he said. "I can see that." It looked like he was trying to
calm his heart, almost as much as Leigh was trying to calm hers.
"When I tell you, can you do that again? With some warning? I damn
near shot you."
Kate soberly nodded, the grin fading at his words.
"We may need to get some attention in a few minutes."
(Oh God. You don't tie up frozen people.)
"Please," Leigh said quietly.
He turned towards her.
"What?"
"I. I don't want to be like this in front of all those ... boys."
He laughed.
"Oh, you won't."
"I won't?"
He smiled evilly.
"No, you're going to be tied naked to the basketball nets. In front
of them."
Leigh paled.
<---===***===--->
They came alive with a thunderous roar of confusion. Leigh remained
with her back to the bleachers, but she suspected that her modesty,
what little left there was, wouldn't be around much longer. She
raised her cuffed hands to try to cover her breasts, at least
marginally. The boys were going to get a view, that was certain. No
matter what she did. When he tied her to the net, it wouldn't be
nice and modest. Oh no.
Her heart raced, but somehow, calm descended.
Her sex pulsed, but she managed to quell that. Kate looked faint
standing beside her.
He nodded at Kate.
Kate parted her lips, slightly, and blew. A shrill whistle, the
sister to the one that had nearly surprised the gunman into shooting
her, pierced the air.
Slowly, the raucous diminished. A few gasps emerged from above. The
rattling of the chain filled the atmosphere of the gym.
He touched the girls' bare shoulder, and reluctantly, they turned
around to face the crowd of now bound spectators.
The gunman sauntered to the first bleachers, stepping up to address
them. Kate and Leigh stood quietly behind, shifting their weight,
trying to ignore the sudden audience.
All of their eyes riveted to the gun as he stood quietly regarding
them. He waved it, amused as they shifted to watch it move through
the air. The chain rattled noisily as a girl pulled at her bound
ankle.
"Now that I have your attention," he said quietly, "we can begin."
"Just what the fuck do you think you are doing?"
The voice came from one of the bigger boys, sitting in one of the
front benches.
He turned towards the speaker. Slowly, he walked up the steps until
he stood in front of the boy. The boy stood, his fists clenched at
his side.
(Hit him. Now.)
But the boy didn't swing. The gunman, even standing down one riser,
still stood eye to eye with him. Slowly, he traced the gun down the
boy's cheek. Leigh knew what that felt like.
"What the fuck am I doing?"
The boy nodded slowly; his body was shaking.
The gunman paused for effect, then said in a barely audible voice:
"Anything I want."
The boy opened his mouth, and then clapped it shut. The gunman
slowly reached forward, his finger pressed into the base of the
boy's throat. Slowly, the boy sat back down.
"You can't tie us like this," the girl beside him said quietly.
He crouched in front of her, the gun aimed at her shoulder.
"I can't?"
She shook her head. Blonde tresses dragged across her shoulders.
"What's your name?"
"Beth," she said. Her voice wavered. "Please, I don't want to die."
She was female, her tears not a source of embarrassment. One fell
unheeded down her cheek. Leigh thought that she might be upset at
herself that she'd spoken at all.
"Beth," he repeated. "I can shoot you, if I want. I can shoot tubby,
beside you." She appeared to want to protest his reference to the
boy as "tubby", but kept her mouth shut. "I can make you strip like
them," and he waved vaguely towards Leigh and Kate, "I can shoot you
in the elbow, or knee, or head. What are you going to do about it?"
She looked, for a moment, like she was going to be brave. Beth
glanced around, but her friends were examining their laps, loath to
attract the attention of a guy with a gun.
"I'm sorry," the girl mumbled instead.
He nodded, and stroked her cheek with the barrel of the weapon. She
flinched, but he followed, dragging the steel down her face, down
her throat, and across her left breast before releasing her. As the
gun left her, she raised her hands to her face, and wept.
He ignored her fear, and rose to his feet. Slowly, he walked down
the bleachers to the lower rungs.
He turned to the crowd, its silence eerie.
"We're going to play an unusual game," he said with a smile on his
lips.
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Leigh watched quietly, turned away from the audience, as he led Kate
to the north basketball net.
"Please, not like this," the girl whispered.
He smiled, and ignored her. Leigh watched as he carefully threw a
length of rope over the net ten feet above, and looped it around the
chain between Kate's wrists.
He raised her arms with the rope until she stood, arms overhead,
body vulnerable.
"Please," she whispered again. Leigh was sure that the girl's
begging could be heard in the silent bleachers, but Kate didn't seem
to care. Her face flushed a bright red.
He knelt at her feet.
"So you can't reach," he said. It didn't make any sense to Leigh,
but another length of rope encircled the girl's ankles.
He rose, and inspected his handiwork.
"The cuffs hurt," she said.
"Then you better hope they're fast," he said.
"Who?"
Without answering the nude girl, he returned to Leigh.
She couldn't help it.
"Please, no. Not like that."
"Would you prefer to give the spectators a blow job each?"
Leigh shook her head, and didn't resist as he led her to the
southern net.
"Why like this? Why in front of them? I've done everything you
asked. I've been a good girl."
He shrugged as he tossed a rope over the rim of the net. It settled
over the support and he tugged it down towards her wrists.
"Because, they need some incentive."
That didn't make sense either, to Leigh. How could she be incentive?
She didn't know, but her heart hammered even faster. She remained
turned away from the crowd, her hands against her breasts. He
touched the chain between her wrists.
"No," she hissed, and held her hands tightly against her bare chest.
"I can't."
He stepped back, smiling. "Kate did it."
Leigh nodded. The girl was visible, crying under the opposite net,
her hands extended above her, her body available for the teenage
population of boys to see. It seemed like nearly all of them were
staring at the helpless girl, though a few were watching what was
happening to her, or glancing at Karen, still seated naked across
the room.
"I can't."
He sighed. "I really didn't want to start shooting them."
"Who?"
"Beth? The tubby guy beside her. The boys up there, that you so
kindly tied up for me. I could do it from here." He turned easily,
and aimed at the first row of student. They shrank back, and ducked,
nearly in synchronicity, but none of them were going far without
their ankles.
Images of blood, and the shiver of death, infused Leigh.
A tear escaped.
"Please, just refreeze the boys. Please. I don't want them to see me
like this. I'll let you tie me ... like her ... just not with boys.
Leave the girls, if you have to. Please."
"I'm a boy," he lowered the handgun and turned to face Leigh.
"You ... it's different. Okay? Leave the girls awake, just not the
boys. They ..."
"... probably like looking at you."
Leigh nodded miserably.
"The boys are staying."
"Oh God, why?"
He shrugged.
Leigh considered running, but in the end, finally, extended her
hands from her breasts. The boys looked at her as she did, and she
lowered her eyes, aware of every male ogling her nudity.
(How can girls become strippers? Pose for Playboy? Please.)
Her sex tingled as she exposed herself, but she allowed him to loop
the rope over her wrists. They rose until she felt the metal digging
into her wrists. The position would become unbearable, quickly. Her
arms weren't used to being pinned like this.
"How long?" she whispered.
He shrugged. "Depends on how fast they are."
"Who?"
But she knew he wouldn't answer her.
He knelt, and he almost gently wrapped rope around her ankles. He
didn't clinch it, and she relaxed as he stood. She couldn't part her
ankles, couldn't wiggle free, but there wouldn't be those awful rope
burns, this time. She glanced up at her hands held above her head.
Her cuffs were a different story. There would be marks there. She
raised up on her toes, realising the effect that would have on her
legs, but she didn't care. Her wrists loosened, if only for a
moment. Her calves screamed at her, and reluctantly, she reapplied
pressure to her wrists as her heels rested back against the hardwood
beneath her.
She twisted as best she could as he ran his finger down her throat,
and traced across the top of her right breast. He smiled, but
allowed her to pull away. He pulled his hand back, and she returned
to a more natural stance.
The damage had been done though -- her nipples ached at the touch,
and she could feel her clitoris beginning to sing again. She moaned,
trying to stop the sensations.
(Miss Chambers licking Janice. And me. Please no.)
(I'm so fucking wet. From one fucking touch. To my breast.)
She opened her eyes again. He was smiling at her, as though he could
read her thoughts.
"Wish nipple chains would reach between you."
(Nipple chains?)
She glared at him, and with a smile, he turned away from her. He
wandered through the various girls still frozen in various positions
around the court.
When she looked back up, he was in front of her again, waiting for
her attention.
"Blondes or brunettes?" he asked quietly.
"What?"
"Blondes or brunettes?" he repeated.
Leigh's confusion registered in her features.
"Please, I just want you to let me down."
She could sense the boys watching the exchange, couldn't do a damn
thing about it. Her wrists hurt, and her legs ached from standing in
this position.
"Then pick. Blondes or brunettes."
"What for? Please."
He smiled.
"For your team, of course," he said, as if she should know exactly
what he was talking about.
Leigh took a deep breath, felt her breasts rising as her chest
expanded. She let it out in a sigh.
"Are you going to hurt them?"
"Not much."
"Pistol whip them?"
The image of Candice, still squirrelled away in the shower hammered
Leigh again. She moaned. Despite her fear, and embarrassment at her
position, her sex was still singing.
He shook his head firmly. "I won't pistol whip them. I promise."
She didn't know if she could trust his promises, but didn't see a
lot of choice in the matter.
(What did he want blondes and brunettes for?)
(Stupid question.)
"Brunettes," Leigh said, hoping that she hadn't sentenced more girls
to torment.
He smiled, and touched her own deep brown hair. She tossed her hair,
and it left his easy grasp.
"Blondes for Kate, then."
He turned, a faint look of concentration on his features.
<---===***===--->
The girl dribbling the ball stopped as the brunette, naked and in
handcuffs, her bare ankles tied with rope, standing under the net,
appeared in her vision. The ball hit her foot, and rolled unnoticed
off towards the stands. Off to the right, a girl screamed.
The sounds of basketball shoes skidding to a stop on the hardwood
filled the air.
The girl under the net looked like ... Leigh Cook. Slowly, the girl
turned around, her eyes taking in the silent, but still unfrozen
spectators, not noticing the chains that held them to the bleachers.
She recognised Kate, standing like Leigh under the north net, her
hands cuffed, her body naked right down to her toes. Another blonde
girl, Karen, sat quietly by the change room. Her breasts were
visible, her arms behind her back.
The girl rubbed her eyes, blinked. But the scene didn't disappear.
She didn't know that soon, she would be as naked as the tied girls,
and tied herself, facedown on the floor, playing a different game
than the basketball game that had just ended. One far less
comfortable.
Her breath rasped in her lungs, her body unaware that she'd been
resting for quite some time prior to being unfrozen.
She was blonde -- not brunette.
The man appeared in front of her, the gun aimed at her temple.
She finally screamed.
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"If you cooperate," he said quietly, but his voice reached all of
the players, the tied girls under the nets, and the tops of the
bleachers, "I won't have to hurt you."
Lisa shivered, afraid she might faint. But she didn't, the gun still
pointed at her head
"I ... what do you want?" she asked, her voice squeaking.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tracy, one of her own team, a
defence-girl, bolt and run for the door.
He turned slowly and watched the girl as her shoes squeaked as she
ran, her brunette hair bouncing.
He sighed, and muttered a quick curse.
Suddenly, Tracy tripped. If Lisa didn't know any better, she'd swear
that the girl's feet had stopped dead, for about half a second,
enough to overbalance her and send her sprawling. The girl pushed
herself up, and tried to stand. As if a giant invisible table had
appeared overtop of her, she grunted, and fell again as her back
struck empty air. She cried out in pain.
"Stay," the man ordered Lisa and the remainder of the team as he
moved towards the prone girl.
Lisa considered running, but her eyes were glued to Tracy. The girl
was crying hysterically, and trying to crawl towards the door. Every
so often, she bumped into something invisible, crying out as her
hands, or head impacted. But there was no glass there, or Plexiglas.
Not in the middle of the gymnasium.
Tracy stopped moving as the gun touched her ribs. She looked up at
the gunman.
"Oh God. Oh God, please. I ..."
But he didn't give her time to speak, but grabbed a fistful of her
brunette hair and dragged her, crawling and screaming back towards
the court.
"Leave her alone. She's just scared, like all of us. What's going
on here?" Lisa found her voice, and was surprised it was angry. Her
heart hammered in her chest.
He released Tracy, and she fell back to the floor, her sobs
disappearing into the still gymnasium.
He walked up to Lisa, the gun pointed between her breasts. Lisa's
breath had calmed, and she had a crazy thought that she should go
and pick up the ball that had rolled away from her.
"What's your name?"
"Why should I tell you?"
He smiled. Lisa really didn't like the smile. It scared her.
"Because, I'll kill your friend if you don't."
Lisa swallowed. "Lisa," she said.
"Who's your foolish friend?"
"Tracy. Please. What's this all about? Why are they tied up? Naked?"
"All in good time, Lisa."
He stepped away from her and addressed the team.
"Anyone else want to run?"
The girls quietly shook their heads in unison.
Quickly, he pointed out six girls. Lisa's heart sank when his finger
pointed to her.
"Over there."
Lisa slowly walked to the edge of the bleachers, where the other
five girls had moved at his direction. The remainder of the team
ushered towards Karen, who remained sitting quietly by the change
room. He spoke quietly to the team, and they sat, their legs
crossed, and their eyes downcast.
Karen said something to them, but it was inaudible from where Lisa
stood. The spectators were silent, unsure of what was happening, but
obviously cowed by the gun.
She turned to Kate, who stood quietly blushing under the north net.
"Kate?"
Kate looked up at her, her eyes red from crying. She looked like she
wanted to cover herself, but with her hands tied over her head,
there wasn't much chance of that. Lisa didn't let her eyes stray
from the girl's face.
"Lisa. You have to do what he says. He'll probably tell you to
strip. He won't hurt you, I don't think, if you do what he says.
Please."
Lisa nodded, not understanding, but he was walking towards the six
chosen girls.
"Three here, and three there."
He indicated two spots near centre court, one towards Leigh, and one
towards Kate. The girls quietly spread out to the area that he'd
indicated.
Lisa stared at him as he approached the two groups of girls.
"What do you want?"
The gun was no longer pointed at her, but at the floor near her
shoes. Without answering her, he changed the position of two of the
girls.
"Names?"
"Tracy."
"Anne."
"Tyler."
"Jennifer."
"Kim."
Lisa answered a little differently. "You know my name."
"Ah, yes, Lisa."
She nodded.
"Well, girls, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Either
way, you are going to lose your clothing."
The girls paled as one.
Lisa spoke. "Why?"
Leigh answered from her bonds near the basketball net.
"He likes to see us naked. He's a guy, Lisa. Trust me, just take
your clothes off. It won't kill you, but he might if you don't."
Lisa turned to Leigh, her heart in her throat.
"Here? But ..."
"I know. I don't want to be here either, not like this, but you saw
what he did to Tracy, didn't you? He'll whip her, he'll force her to
have sex with teachers, with everyone in those bleachers. Please.
Just strip for him, if that's what he wants."
The gunman looked smug. Lisa wanted to smash his face.
"He'd do that?"
"He pistol-whipped a girl in the shower, right in front of me."
"He taped cigarettes to my nipples," Karen said quietly from her
place on the floor. She tugged at her handcuffs, but otherwise
remained where she was.
Lisa turned as each of the naked girls talked. She believed them.
God, she believed them. They weren't in charge, were non-consensual
participants in this sick game.
She turned towards the gunman.
"If I strip, will you let us go?"
"After a while."
"Are you going to tie us up?"
"It's all part of the game."
"Are you going to rape us?"
He shook his head. "No, I won't rape you."
"What game?"
Instead of answering her, he walked over to Tracy and wound his hand
back into her hair. He dragged her screaming over to Lisa from the
other side of the court.
"Please, don't. Christ. That fucking hurts," Tracy screamed as she
stumbled along beside him.
He pressed the gun into her cheekbone, just below her eye.
"Oh God, please no."
Lisa swallowed and nodded.
"Don't hurt her. Let her go."
He raised his eyebrows at her.
With a sigh, Lisa reached down and slipped her T-shirt over her
head. It was damp with her perspiration, but it eventually slid over
her head, and she tossed it towards the bleachers. She slipped her
shorts down her legs, and stepped out of them, having trouble with
the sneakers. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the
remainder of the team, both sides, following her lead.
"Satisfied?" Lisa asked, her hands on her hips.
"All of it."
Lisa paled again, jerking her head towards the girls tied to the
nets.
"Like them?"
He nodded.
"Please no. Whatever it is you want, we'll do it, but please, not
naked. Not in front of the boys. Please."
"Naked."
Lisa felt her knees buckle, and she fell to her knees. She looked up
at him. He still held Tracy, fully clothed Tracy. The girl had
closed her eyes, as if she hoped that the nightmare would end if she
couldn't see it anymore.
"Weren't you ever in high school?"
He nodded, unsure of where she was going with this.
"Would you have taken your clothes off in a room full of girls?"
He laughed. "No. But I wasn't out of time."
The remark didn't make any sense to Lisa, but she forged on anyway.
"I'm in my underwear. That's bad enough. I don't know why the other
girls are naked. I really don't. All I want is for you to let me go,
and everyone else."
"Then you better start taking the rest of your clothing off, before
I have to create a new hole in Tracy's cheek."
Tracy moaned, and nearly slumped. He held her up by her hair, and
she screamed before regaining her footing.
Two of the girls began to unhook their bras.
"Lisa," one hissed, the blonde, "he's serious. Kate wouldn't have
stripped for him because she wanted to, and if he can make her strip
... just do it. Please."
Lisa climbed to her feet.
"I'll get you for this," she hissed.
"I know, Lisa," he said. He looked beyond weary -- positively
exhausted.
As she fumbled with the clasp on her bra, he released Tracy who
screamed again. She fell to her knees.
"Tracy, you too."
The fallen girl shook her head in denial. The gun pressed into her
ribs made her rise back to her feet and begin to strip with the rest
of the girls.
Lisa's bra fell to her feet. She had a feeling that she wouldn't be
able to stay turned away from the bleachers forever, but she
cherished every second that he didn't make her turn around.
"Shoes, too?" she asked quietly.
He nodded, but she could have predicted the answer.
With her toes, she pushed her hightops from her feet. She bent at
the waist, pulling her socks from her toes.
When she straightened, she noticed that some of the girls were
already naked, covering themselves as best they could with their
hands. Some were in panties, as she was, and a few were naked but
for their shoes.
"Please?"
He was standing in front of Lisa, watching her take her clothes off.
"Please what?"
"Let me keep my panties? I'm nearly naked."
He laughed, and she looked down. Sighing, she tried to forget that
he was there, and the boys above were there. She'd wake up now,
wouldn't she?
(Please God, let me wake up.)
Instead, she pushed her panties down her legs and stepped forward
and out of them, leaving them with her shorts on the hardwood.
She glanced over her shoulder. Her team-mates were mostly naked,
only Tracy still removing clothing. As she watched, Tracy's panties
joined the growing pile of gym clothing scattered amongst bare feet.
"Please, gather up the clothes."
Lisa gulped, realising that her modesty was about to be challenged.
She would have to turn to face the bleachers now.
Slowly, she moved, trying to keep clothing in front of her nudity,
until she had it all in her arms. The clothes were damp from the
girls perspiration, and heavy. The cloth smelled a little like old
laundry, but that, she supposed, was exactly what it was. Bizarrely,
she hoped that she didn't smell as bad as the clothing in her arms
did, but realistically, she probably did. But for now, the clothing
shielded her.
"Put them over there."
Lisa looked where he was pointing. The bleachers. Of course.
Slowly, she walked over towards the bleachers, feeling the eyes
crawling across her bare shoulders and skin. The hardwood felt odd
beneath her bare feet.
"Here?"
"Right there."
She turned her back on the spectators, and dropped the clothing at
her feet. She stepped over the clothing, and nearly ran into him.
"What?" she murmured as he refused to let her pass.
"Show them."
"What?" Her heart skipped a beat. There was only one thing that he
could mean, and she didn't want to do that. Not at all.
"Turn around. Put your hands on your head. And slowly turn."
"No," she whispered. She could feel a flush hotly in her cheeks.
"Do you want me to shoot Tracy?"
"I don't care anymore."
He began to turn away.
Oh God. Oh God.
"Come back," she whispered.
Smiling, he did.
"It'll be easier afterward. Get it over with. They will see you
anyway."
Lisa nodded, faint.
"Please don't make me do this."
"Leigh was shy, too, at first."
"Leigh, is tied up. She doesn't have a choice."
"Neither do you," he pointed out.
"I hate you," she hissed.
"It doesn't matter."
And she knew that, too.
Slowly, she raised her arms away from her bare breasts, and placed
them on top of her head. She closed her eyes.
A voice from the crowd, a male voice, called out.
"Come on, Lisa. Turn around. We want to see you."
The voice was silenced as the gunman waved the gun towards the
bleachers. Another voice from the crowd, also male, called out.
"Yeah, dickwad. Shut the fuck up. How would you like to be down
there, instead of her?"
The gunman smiled, looking up towards whoever had encouraged her.
"Indeed, dickwad," he intoned. "How would like to strip down here,
instead of Lisa? I doubt if anyone wants to see that, though."
The guy shut up, and didn't say anything further.
"I'm sorry about that," the gunman whispered to her. He was forcing
her to expose herself to her friends, to strangers, and to fools,
but his voice carried a note of sympathy. He hadn't expected the
catcall.
"Oh God," she murmured. She silently thanked the guy who had told
the catcaller to shut the fuck up, and cursed the gunman.
But she turned, her eyes closed, until she thought that she'd done a
complete circle. No whistles. No catcalls, no crashing lightning.
She was breathing hard when she opened her eyes, but she hadn't
fallen into the earth like she hoped. Worse, she didn't wake up.
She'd overturned a little, was facing Leigh instead of the gunman.
She corrected, dancing on her bare feet.
"Please, let me go now?" she implored.
He smiled.
"But we've only just begun."
The tune captured her, and she struggled to push it out of her head
as she walked back to join the rest of the naked team. She envied
the girls that were seated, clothed, by the change room, their eyes
wide and disbelieving.
"We've only just begun."
Chapter 55
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It had taken him a long time to tie all six of the girls with ropes.
Lisa, Anne, and Tyler lay prone, their wrists tied behind them,
their ankles tied and bent back to attach to their wrist ropes.
Tracy, Jennifer and Kim lay in similar positions, hog-tied and
naked, but on Leigh's side of the court.
Blondes and brunettes. Tracy wept quietly as she lay on the
hardwood; the remaining girls lay silently pulling at their bonds.
"Please. This hurts," Lisa said, trying to arch her head up to see
the gunman who stood to her left.
He crouched, and smoothed the naked girl's hair, almost kindly.
"I'm afraid it's going to hurt a little more before we're done." He
sounded genuinely sympathetic, as though he didn't have a choice in
making the girls endure this.
Lisa lowered her head to the floor, and moaned. She pulled against
her ropes futilely for a moment, then decided to conserve her
energy.
He walked over the hardwood, glancing at the girls by the change
room, his shoes squeaking against the floor. Leigh squirmed in her
bonds, her bare feet struggling to keep her upright. Her arms ached
like they were going to fall out of her shoulders, and her legs
shook. Her calves screamed at her for repeatedly trying to ease the
pressure on her wrists.
"How are you holding up?" he whispered to Leigh.
"How do you think? This hurts. Please, let me down. Just for a few
minutes. I'll let you tie me back up. I promise. Just for a few
minutes."
He slowly shook his head.
"Please. I've been good. I've done everything you wanted. I tied up
the audience. I let you tie me like this. Please, just for a few
minutes. Kate, too?"
"I need you uncomfortable."
"Why, for God's sake? You have nine of us. We're all uncomfortable."
"For the game."
"For control. I'm under your control. I know that. That's what you
want to hear, isn't it? You control me. Please."
"You'd fuck the basketball girls for me, wouldn't you?"
"If you let me down for three minutes, I would."
"Oh, I think it would take you longer than that."
"Please. My arms. My wrists. They hurt."
He touched her cheek, gently. Not her breasts, not her ass -- her
cheek.
"Soon, little one. Soon."
She couldn't help it. She was so tired, and it hurt. It had been
hours of stress. Being tied. Being naked. Doing what this man
wanted.
She let her head hang, and she cried. It felt good, but it didn't
take the pressure off her arms and hands.
"Please?" she begged.
He only touched her cheek again, brushing away the tears, and turned
away. Kate hung at her post on the opposite side of the gym. Her
face was a mask of pain, as much as Leigh was sure hers was, but she
mouthed:
"I'm sorry," across the court to Leigh.
<---===***===--->
He almost sounded like a wrestling announcer, but much quieter. He
commanded attention. Leigh looked up, blinking away the tears. She
didn't think she had any more tears, but they seemed to refresh
every so often.
"The game is simple," he intoned. The crowd in the bleachers had
stopped watching the girls tied on the floor, and had turned away
from the girls tied under the nets. All eyes rested on the gunman,
standing encircled by the six tied girls on the floor.
He touched each of the bound girls, running a finger up their
insteps, making them jump and moan in their bonds.
"Each girl has a simple task. Get to their captain. Tracy, Jennifer,
and Tyler -- the Brunettes, need to touch Leigh's feet. The Blondes
-- Lisa, Anne, and Kim -- need to reach Kate."
"We're tied up," Lisa said exasperatedly.
He turned to her. "Yes."
"Oh God. We can't do that. Do you know how much these ropes hurt?"
He nodded.
Movement in the bleachers distracted him. Two guys stood, their arms
crossed across their chests.
"Leave them alone."
The gunman smiled and walked to the foot of the bleachers. He had to
step over Tyler and Anne who moaned as he did.
"You got a problem with this?"
The guys paled, but remained standing.
"Why don't you toss away that piece, and pick on some people your
own size?"
The guys hardly looked like a match for the gunman, but there were
two of them.
"You don't think it's right for me to be doing this to the girls?"
"Do you think it's right?"
He laughed and jumped up a stair. Despite the suggestion, the gun
remained in his hand, but it wasn't pointed at the guys.
"Would you rather be in the game?"
They considered that for a moment, and nodded. "If you'd let the
girls go, sure, we'd trade with them."
"Very noble. But you wouldn't look as good, naked, as they do."
"Fucking bastard."
"Yes, I am. What's the point?"
"We would trade places with them. Gladly."
He seemed to consider it. Leigh doubted if he was actually
considering it, and wasn't disappointed by his answer.
"I doubt if you'd want that. Men don't have the pain tolerance of
the girls down there."
As if to prove his statement, one of the girls lying on the floor
moaned.
He stepped up one further riser. Two girls flanked the guys. The
blonde reached up to tug at the sweatshirt of the left speaker. He
glanced down at the girl.
"Enough," she whispered. "Are you trying to get killed?"
"You should listen to your girlfriend," he advised.
"Fuck you. You have to abuse women to get your thrills?"
"I'm not his girlfriend," the girl said quietly and pulled her hand
back down away from his shirt. She shifted and slid to move as far
away from him as she could with the chain locked around her ankle.
"The difference, you see, is that this game doesn't really have
consequences."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Time, my friend. Time. The existence of events. Paradox."
"What?"
Without warning, the guy whose girlfriend claimed she wasn't sitting
beside him, launched. Leigh closed her eyes, expecting the easy
report of the handgun, complete with the ringing ears, and the cry
of pain. Or not. It didn't come.
He hung in the air, like a frozen replay of a cliff diver. The
gunman slipped to the side and released the diver. The guy looked
confused for a moment before the chain yanked his ankle and he
tumbled forward. The blonde who'd tried to calm him screamed as her
foot was yanked forward. The other guy, chained beside him,
grunted, and fell as the guy's weight crashed headlong into the
bleachers where the gunman had stood but a moment before.
The attacker screamed in pain as his head and arm cracked into the
seats in front of him. The girl beside grabbed at her ankle, still
screaming.
The gunman sat down, waiting quietly. At last, the guy pushed
himself up, tears falling down his cheeks.
"Oh God, oh God, blood," he murmured. And then he fainted.
"Pick him up," the gunman said quietly.
The other student silently reached down and managed to drag his
buddy back up to lie on the edge of the lower seat. He looked up
warily.
"How did you do that, man?"
"Time."
The guy looked confused for a moment, but then sat back down on the
bleachers.
"Lisa?" the gunman called.
The girl had craned her neck from her hog-tie.
"Yes?"
"How are you feeling down there?"
"It hurts."
The gunman nodded.
He spoke to the guy who remained. "He fainted. And he isn't going to
go through what Lisa is."
"I know," he whispered.
Without pausing his dialogue, the gunman touched the gun to the
blonde girl's knee, dragging it up and down. She released her
injured ankle, and tried to back away from the weapon.
"Oh God, please don't shoot me," she begged as he continued with the
gun.
"Do you still want to trade places with her? I'll let you."
The guy shook his head violently, his eyes tracking the gun
caressing the blonde's knee.
He turned to face the girl. She shrank back at his attention, her
knee shuddering against the gun barrel.
"How about you? Do you want to trade places with Lisa down there?
You, I think, would be more attractive than these idiots, and
probably could take what I'm going to put the girls through."
The blonde girl shook her head slowly, her eyes pleading.
"Please no. I was just sitting here. I. I don't even know them. I
don't want to strip and be tied up down there in front of everyone.
Please no."
He turned away from the cowering girl.
"I could shoot her. And her," he pointed to the girl beside the
still conscious guy. The brunette backed away, her eyes wide and
teary. "If I wanted to. This isn't up for negotiation. The girls
can try to convince me otherwise, if they want, they earned the
right to have a different opinion, but I don't want to hear another
peep out of you. Is that clear?"
His eyes flit between the gun, and his buddy's bloody face.
He nodded. "Crystal," he whispered.
The gunman turned, almost addressing the entire bleachers at once,
but directing his voice to the still conscious boy who'd been brave
enough to stand up to the gun.
"Neither you, nor they, will remember this, after it's over."
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"I won't do this," Lisa whispered after he'd returned.
He smiled.
"The girl that kisses the toes of Leigh or Kate first, I'll release.
The rest get to stay in the ropes until I choose to let them go."
"I won't play this sick game," Lisa spoke a little louder. "I'd
rather stay tied here forever."
Echoes of agreement filtered through the tied girls on the floor.
Leigh pulled at her handcuffs. She wasn't going anywhere either.
And the pain in her arms had peaked. It was possible that whatever
muscles had been protesting had simply given up, but Leigh was far
more concerned about nerve damage. If anything, the pain in her arms
was retreating. Her arms still hurt, but it wasn't getting worse.
She didn't know whether to be thankful, or frightened.
The gunman stepped over Lisa and silently bent to his pack. The
girls watched him warily. He returned with the crop.
He struck the air with it, the tip whistling nastily through the
still currents of atmosphere in the gym. Every female bound and
naked turned her eyes towards the sharp sound.
(Oh God, no.)
Leigh shivered when she saw it, remembering the instant pain that
had occurred when she had tapped herself in the thigh to test it.
She remembered the squirming that Janice and Miss Chambers had
suffered under it. And she had wielded it lightly. Her clitoris
pulsed at the memory.
(Not now. Not now.)
Her arousal peaked up another notch. The pain in her arms, and the
thought that she, and the others might feel that crop, plugged into
her desires, and while she fought it, it didn't really work. Even
watching him hit the other naked and helpless girls was going to
torture her.
(Fuck.)
(And that, too.)
"I thought that might be the case." Leigh was sure that he was
speaking from experience. She wondered if he had staged a similar
game as this before.
He was speaking to Lisa.
"And so, if I think you aren't trying hard enough, and at regular
intervals, I'm going to use this, on you and your friends. It hurts,
let me assure you. But I won't use it on the offender. If you stop
moving towards Kate, whether it is because you hurt, or you are
tired, or have a cramp, I'm going to hit Tracy with this, or Kate,
or Leigh, or Karen, or Tyler, or someone in the stands at random.
Whoever I like. But not you. Until you move again. Is that clear?"
Lisa closed her eyes, her heart sinking in her chest. Her breasts
pressed painfully into the floor, her arms burned with the ropes. He
was going to torture someone else for her resistance. It wasn't
fair. It wasn't fair.
He *knew* what to do. The bastard.
Lisa spoke into the floor, resigned.
"I'll try."
"Good girl." It sounded like a compliment for a pet.
<---===***===--->
A sharp stripe of pain burned through the soles of her upturned bare
feet. She jumped, and screamed.
"What the fuck was that for?" Her feet felt like they'd been kissed
by a red hot poker.
"That was a light one," he said quietly in her ear. "That is what
this feels like, what you'll inflict on someone else if you stop.
Understand?"
Lisa grit her teeth, trying to stop the tears of pain. She nodded.
She understood. Couldn't help but understand.
Six screams, and six explanations followed.
He sat in front of Lisa, brushing her bangs from her eyes.
"Are you ready?"
"No. If I'd known you were going to do this, I wouldn't have let you
strip me, or tie me up."
"I know. Are you ready?"
"Fucking bastard."
He smiled and raised the crop. She closed her eyes, expecting the
pain. But it didn't come.
"Go," he whispered. He got to his feet, and walked towards the
change room wall.
Lisa groaned, and focused her eyes on the pair of bare feet, tied
about three metres from her nose. Kate's feet. Kate's toes.
They were watching her, unable to help themselves, tied high in the
bleachers. Her clothed team-mates.
(Oh God.)
She arched, straining against her restraints. Her breasts rose from
the floor, her knees trying to push her bound, bare body forward.
She'd never make it. But to stop, unthinkable.
It hurt. God, it hurt.
But she arched anyway. One slow millimetre at a time.
She screamed, but continued.
<---===***===--->
Movement, beyond that of the struggling girls on the floor, caught
Leigh's attention.
Karen rose with his assistance, his hand light on her elbow. The
bound, naked girl shook her head, but followed quietly as he led her
towards the bound basketball team.
"They'll never make it," Karen whispered as he stopped her near the
edge of the court.
"They have to," her captor said. A pair of handcuffs swung in his
left hand.
"You're going to kill them. Please don't do this," Karen said.
He shook his head, and urged Karen forward.
Carefully, she stepped over Lisa, her foot brushing the bound girl's
ankle as she did. Lisa moaned, but resumed her slow, rocking, pace.
Karen pulled away from the hand that guided her. She crouched,
glancing over her bare shoulder. He didn't try to stop her.
"You can make it, Lisa. The quicker you touch Kate, the quicker
you'll be untied."
But to Leigh, it didn't look like the basketball centre was winning
this race.
After stepping over each blonde on the floor, Karen crouched and
whispered some encouragement. She glanced at the other three
brunette girls, all struggling in the opposite direction, towards
Leigh.
After Anne, Karen turned back towards the gunman, and whispered.
"I'm ready."
He reached for the bound girl, and guided her to the bleachers. For
a moment, Leigh was sure that she'd be on her knees, giving free
blowjobs to every guy as they watched the sick game.
But instead, Karen sat quietly on the bottom seat, jumping a little
at the cool of the metal against her bare backside. She didn't
resist as he locked the cuff around her right ankle, and attached
her to one of the bleacher supports. Her leg bent awkwardly to
accommodate the bondage.
"I won't run, you know," she said.
"I know," he replied, but didn't move to free her.
Karen's eyes left his face, turning towards the girls, tied and
naked on the floor. She shook her head, her thighs demanding her
attention instead.
A single tear traced down the girl's face.
He sat beside her, his arm encircling her waist. She allowed it, but
he didn't seem aware of the wetness on her cheeks.
She turned her eyes, again, to glance at Leigh, and then at the
girls struggling towards the prizes.
<---===***===--->
He stood in front of Leigh, smiling.
"Please, no."
"Tyler stopped for a few minutes, didn't you see?"
Leigh frantically shook her head. Tyler's voice drifted up.
"Please don't hit her. Hit me. I was only stopped for a second.
Please. My hands hurt. Just loosen the ropes a little. Please."
Without warning, the crop struck her bare thigh with a snap. It
took a moment for the pain to reach her mind, but when it did, she
nearly bit her lip in the attempt to contain the scream. He watched
her face intently as tears sprung from her eyes.
"Oh God," Tyler whispered. The bound girl doubled her efforts.
"Please don't hit her again. I'm trying. I'm trying, goddamn it."
He smiled. He let his hand dip through Leigh's pubic hairs.
(Oh God, they can see him feeling me up. Oh God. I don't care.)
Leigh separated her thighs, moaning. The rope bit into her ankles,
and her weight lowered as she did. The cuffs screamed against her
wrists. His finger entered her lips, touching her swollen clitoris.
"Please," Leigh wailed. She knew what she meant, but the crowd
probably misunderstood her, thankfully.
He released her, and Leigh fought for control of herself, pushing
herself back up onto her toes, her calves screaming.
It had been perhaps thirty seconds since he'd hit her. Her thigh
cried out where she'd been kissed with the crop, but already the
pain was dulling into a pulse that beat between her legs, and in the
welt rising from her thigh.
<---===***===--->
Karen didn't protest as his fingers idly caressed her breast. When
he was touching her, he wasn't hitting the naked bound girls.
The sound of their struggle filled the gymnasium, and captured
Karen's attention. She didn't want his touch, but it was better than
the alternative.
"Lisa?" he called out.
The bound blonde gasped.
"Oh God, no. I. Can't do this. It hurts. I'm tired. I only rested
for a moment."
His fingers left Karen's body. She rocked forward, trying to follow
him, use her body to stop him. He smiled at her, not mistaking her
movement for true affection.
"Please don't," Karen whispered.
He bent and picked up the crop.
Two screams followed. Tyler and Anne, their upturned feet struck in
punishment for Lisa's break, cried out in pain and frustration. But
they didn't stop moving towards the bound girls under the nets, even
as he hit them.
Lisa especially moved determinedly towards her goal. In raw
distance, Kate wasn't far ... perhaps only a metre from her nose,
one step for an unbound girl, but it would take Lisa another twenty
minutes to rock through that distance.
He settled beside Karen again, his fingers stroking her side, almost
tickling her.
"You didn't need to do that," Karen whispered. "She had already
begun to move again, you bastard." She could see tears falling
silently down Lisa's cheeks.
His fingers continued to tease her bare skin.
<---===***===--->
"Please don't hit me again," Kate whispered.
"Why ever not?"
"They're tired, and scared. They're trying goddamn it."
"Tracy stopped. I even warned her. Twice."
"She can barely move. I'll take the punishment. I will. You know
that. I don't have a choice. But she can't move anymore. Let her
out."
Tracy had practically stopped, far behind the other girls, her
brunette hair shielding her face.
He seemed to think about it, but brought the crop down without
warning across the tops of Kate's bare breasts.
Tracy wailed at the sound, her voice breaking.
"Please no more," she cried.
The pain raced through her being, but Kate didn't scream, somehow
managed to bite it back before it overcame her. Faintness
threatened. Her belly rumbled, and she wondered if she would simply
black out. That would be nice, wouldn't it?
Her wrists screamed at her, and her legs tried to kick him, but the
rope around her ankles stopped that.
She opened her eyes, tears streaming unheeded down her cheeks.
"Please," she whispered. She was aware of her hips rocking, but she
couldn't stop that, no matter how hard she tried.
She closed her eyes again.
The pain of the second blow took her breath. The crop struck the
undersides of both breasts, not as hard as when she'd been tied to
the tree, but harder than the first strike across the tops. The
scream threatened again, but she managed to change it into a low
moan.
From a distance, she felt his fingers between her vaginal lips,
touching her intimately, stroking her swollen clitoris. Her breasts
screamed their pain into her mind. She didn't care. The sensations
from her clitoris overwhelmed her senses.
The fingers left, and Kate cried out in frustration. Almost with a
look of betrayal, she opened her eyes.
"God," she whispered.
He smiled, and nodded, as if he understood her mind better than she
did. She fought the sensations, hating the throbbing in her nipples
and her clitoris.
(He hit me, goddamn it, with a fucking horse crop.)
(And I liked it?)
(No ... maybe ...)
He pressed his right index finger against her lips. Her own scent,
her own musk, sent a shiver down her spine. She knew what he
wanted, and her face burning, she tasted herself upon his fingers.
He didn't place his finger in her mouth, but she ran her tongue over
its surface.
Her taste was sharp, but clean, and sweet, like Karen.
Kate moaned as he left her bound to the net.
<---===***===--->
"Did you let her ..." Leigh asked quietly.
He smiled and shook his head. Her own need for a climax was peaking,
and if Kate was anywhere near as aroused as she was, the girl was in
torture. The image of him hitting Kate, her breasts dancing as they
absorbed the energy of the crop, had made Leigh feel faint. All her
blood seemed to be pulsing between her legs.
He'd hit Kate twice, harder than the one that he'd driven into her
still throbbing thigh. And Kate hadn't screamed. Only moaned.
Moaned more as he'd touched her body.
"Kim stopped a moment ago, I think it was to watch me hit Kate."
"So?"
The crop kissed Leigh's breasts in an easy single motion.
Leigh couldn't stop herself from screaming. She was sure that she
would never stop screaming. Her voice continued for a long, long
time, her body writhing. Her body reacted, and for a second, she was
sure that she was going to climax.
(To pain????)
Then, thankfully, her arousal ratcheted down as the pain from her
breasts washed another warm wave over her senses.
His fingers caressed the skin of her breasts where he'd struck her,
almost tenderly.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "That was harder than I meant."
Leigh couldn't talk. But she was sure that he'd hit Kate harder than
that, both times. Kate remained flushed, but upright, breathing
hard, across the court. Lisa was approaching her bound feet. The
other girls struggled along further back.
Leigh tried to stop her tears, but the stripe across her breasts
continued to throb, and the tears wouldn't stop.
"I am sorry," he said.
He stepped over Tyler, who was within a few centimetres of Leigh's
feet, and returned to the bench with Karen. Anne remained
motionless, and Kim seemed unable to move. Thankfully, he didn't
seem to notice, or if he did, realised that the girls were spent,
and even whipping another girl into unconsciousness wouldn't be able
to force the bound girls to continue this game.
Leigh moaned, in a voice very much like that issuing forth from
Kate.
Her arms ached, and her breasts hurt.
Struggling with her pain, she tried to move her bare toes even a few
millimetres closer to Tyler's lips.
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Kate tried to ignore the sensations racing through her body, the
throbbing pain from her breasts, the dull heat from her groin.
Lisa was nearly at her toes, struggling with her bondage, struggling
to reach the goal in single-minded determination.
It would hurt, but she might be able to stretch forward, her toes a
few precious centimetres towards Lisa. The other girls weren't
close, never would be. Their captor had stopped whipping the others
in an attempt to continue the game. Perhaps, he realised the
futility of the gesture, at this point.
The blonde girl, her hair matted to her head with perspiration, was
crying and shuddering as she tried to move. The ropes were tight
around her limbs, her pulling on them for simple motion rubbing her
wrists and ankles raw. Lisa looked up, her face grateful, knowing
that Kate was trying to help her.
Kate cried out as the cuffs dug harshly into her wrists.
<---===***===--->
Leigh moaned. She had to do it. Tyler was close, so close.
It would hurt, but not as badly as the crop had.
She didn't care about winning -- he would do to her as he pleased no
matter who won the race -- Leigh knew that. But if she could shave
even a few seconds from the race, it would be worth it. Her hands
were numb, now, but her shoulders refused to allow her the luxury of
peace.
Slowly, she lowered herself, twisting her hands, trying for
millimetres. She shuffled her feet against the restricting rope,
putting more pressure on her bound wrists.
She no longer cared if the boys could see her nudity, her pain, her
humiliation. All she wanted was down. Her arms screamed their
protest into her being.
Another three centimetres, Tyler, and all this will be over.
She prayed, stretching her toes, wishing that she was made of
rubber, instead of flesh and bone.
<---===***===--->
With a last effort, Lisa pulled against the ropes, pushing her bound
body forward. Her breasts rubbed uncomfortably against the floor,
her face a mask of concentration.
<---===***===--->
Tyler rocked forward in the motion that she'd learned, but had never
expected to. It hurt her arms, and her ankles, and her bare breasts,
but it moved her forward, and that was all she thought about
anymore. Forward. Forward. Forward.
"Touch me," a girl's voice hissed from above.
<---===***===--->
It was close -- too close. Lisa touched Kate, her lips kissing the
tip of Kate's right toe. Kate slumped in her bonds, hands screaming
at the added weight. Kate didn't care about the pain anymore. It was
simply there, wracking her being until he let her down.
<---===***===--->
Slowly, Lisa rolled, crying out as her body met with the floor,
straining her bonds. Her hands and her feet screamed numbness at
her.
<---===***===--->
Only a moment after, Tyler realised where she was, and obeyed the
voice of the girl tied above her. The other girls weren't even
moving, but she hadn't been punished for their inaction since well
before. She didn't know why, but she was thankful, in a way.
She wearily dipped her head, brunette hair framing her face.
Without being aware of it, she'd rocked even further than was
necessary. She bent her head, and kissed the soft skin of Leigh's
bare foot.
With a sigh, Leigh straightened, her feet moving slightly back, but
not completely out of range.
Impulsively, Tyler kissed Leigh's toes once more before slumping
into her restraints.
<---===***===--->
A quiet, impulsive cheer rose from the audience.
He'd released her ankle from the seat support a while ago, the cuff
still dangling from her right ankle. She was sitting, as he'd asked,
her bare feet in his lap, her arms behind her supporting her, knees
slightly bent, her face turned towards the game.
His fingers idly rubbed her insteps and toes. Instead of pulling her
feet away from his touch, she almost encouraged it, her body
stiffening as he worked the knots from her soles. He must have been
aware of the girls that had given up, the pain and discomfort and
the effort beyond their abilities to endure. But instead of cropping
the helpless females, he had rubbed her toes and feet. It actually
felt nice, but Karen wouldn't tell him that. Instead, she merely
allowed him to concentrate on her feet, and watched the race without
interruption.
He looked up as the cheer washed over them. Lisa's lips touched
Kate's feet, and a moment later, Tyler, (Tyler, wasn't it?), kissed
Leigh's feet, and then bent to kiss them again, to make sure she'd
actually made it.
Karen twisted, and faced him.
His fingers continued to massage her feet gently.
"Who won?" he asked.
Karen bit her lip.
"I really don't know. It was too close."
Slowly, and with a look of regret, he lowered the bare girl's feet
back to the bench and slipped out from beneath her legs.
She pulled her legs up to her breasts and merely watched.
He bent at Tyler.
"You made it," he said to the bound girl.
Breathless, she nodded. Her cheek rested against the floor, and she
pulled weakly at her bound wrists. Her body rose and fell with her
laboured breathing.
"Did I win?" she whispered.
He patted her head, smoothing her damp hair back from her face.
"It was close," he said. "But Lisa touched Kate a second before
you."
Tyler sighed, but didn't protest.
Slowly he rose, and approached Lisa. She lay on her side, her
breathing ragged and quick. She opened her eyes as he sat down
beside the girl.
Softly, he traced her breasts with his finger, following them as
they moved to the rhythm of her breathing.
"You won," he said.
She looked relieved, and exhausted at the same time.
"It's over?"
He nodded. He moved towards her back. She craned her neck to see
what he was doing.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"Untying you. That's the prize. The rest of them have to wait until
we've had lunch before I untie them."
Lisa swallowed, her face still a mask of pain and exhaustion.
"If I don't accept the prize?"
He stopped working at the tight knots behind the girl.
"What?"
"Will you untie the rest of them, if I let you leave me tied up like
this?"
"Doesn't it hurt?"
Lisa nodded. "But they are hurting worse than I am. I'll give up my
prize if you untie the rest of them."
He rose to his knees and then moved around to face Lisa.
"I'll give the prize to Tyler, if you want."
Lisa closed her eyes.
"Not all of them? Please?"
He slowly shook her head. It was obvious that she didn't understand.
"All right, Tyler is better than none. She almost won, didn't she?"
"It was close. That's why I'll let you trade with her."
Lisa nodded. "But don't tell her, okay?"
"She might have heard already. I already told her that you'd won."
Lisa sighed. "Then untie all of us?"
He smiled and smoothed her hair back out of her face.
"We won't be long for lunch."
"Not long for you. You're not hog-tied like an animal."
"You'll survive."
Lisa sighed, and tried to shift her position. Her strength had fled
her, and she stopped struggling after a moment.
"It's over, isn't it?" Lisa asked.
He nodded and rose to his feet. He walked over to the bound brunette
lying at Leigh's feet.
"I was mistaken. You won," he whispered.
As he worked at the knots, Tyler moaned.
"I didn't, did I? Lisa won."
"She traded with you."
Tyler twisted, trying to get her hands and ropes from his grasp. All
she succeeded in doing was wrenching a shoulder. She cried out, then
began to weep.
"I can't. She won."
He stopped untying her. A loose piece of rope dangled from her
wrists, but not enough to free her.
"Tyler. She wanted you to have this. And I'm not fooling around
anymore. I need some lunch, and you are getting untied."
Tyler looked up. "But ..."
"Another word from you, and I'll begin to get angry. When I get
angry, I start to use crops on bound, naked, girls."
He was bluffing -- he wouldn't punish the girls any more than
leaving them all bound around the court, but he didn't want to hit
them anymore. They'd suffered enough. The urges satisfied for now.
The soft touch of Karen's bare feet remained in his fingertips, and
he didn't want to sully that with the stinging of the crop, and
screaming. He was tired. God, so tired.
A girl moaned, maybe Anne.
"Now," he said reasonably, "will you accept the prize, Miss Tyler?"
She chose her words carefully. "If you won't give it back to Lisa,
and the choice is that everyone else gets hurt more?"
He nodded.
"What if I ask you to leave me tied up, then?" she asked quietly.
He sighed. "I just might, but it doesn't accomplish anything."
Tyler sighed, pulling at her still bound hands. The small snake of
rope tickled her thigh with her movement.
"It does to me," she whispered. "If you aren't going to let us all
free, I don't want to be free either."
He nodded, as if he expected it, and slowly returned the free rope
back around her left wrist and ankles.
He kissed the top of her head.
"You are a courageous girl, Tyler."
The naked, and hog-tied, girl sighed, and relaxed as best she could.
<---===***===--->
Her knees were weak, but she didn't fall. Her shoulders screamed
protests into her as her arms finally lowered from reaching for the
basketball net, so far above her head.
Kate groaned, stabs of arousal flowing through her incredibly.
He stood smiling beside her, ready to support her if necessary.
"That hurt," she whispered.
"Where?"
"My biceps, my shoulders, my damn wrists."
Kate winced as she massaged the deeply marked skin at her wrists.
He knelt down at her feet, running his hand over Lisa's skin while
he was down there. The bare girl didn't protest the touch, but
didn't seem thrilled by it either. Soon, the rope left Kate's
ankles. She tried to step forward, nearly fell.
"And my calves."
"Calves?"
"I was rising up to try to take the pressure off my hands."
"Oh," he said. He reached for her elbow, and she allowed herself to
be led away from Lisa. Without trouble, Kate followed, twisting
through the scattered hog-tied girls. The gym was strangely silent,
except for the heavy breathing of the six bound girls on the floor.
Kate glanced up at the bleachers as they crossed the basketball
court. The audience had been refrozen, or more correctly, slipped
into a slower time frame. The guy who had knocked himself out trying
to attack the gunman still lay chained to the bench, and the others
remained silent and frozen watching the unusual game that he'd
forced the girls to play.
The remainder of the basketball teams sat frozen against the change
room wall.
Kate and her captor stopped in front of Leigh.
"Please let me down," Leigh begged almost in a whisper. "I'll do
whatever you want. My wrists."
To be fair, the girl looked like she might have been tied a little
tighter and stricter than Kate had been.
He worked at the knots at her wrist chain, and unlike Kate, she came
tumbling out once the rope support had been released. Kate stepped
forward, and caught the sobbing, naked girl. Unable to hold her up
with her hands handcuffed, Kate knelt and lowered Leigh until the
girl's head rested in her lap. With her bound hands, she brushed
Leigh's hair, listening to her moan.
"It'll be all right," Kate whispered. "We'll survive. I promise."
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the gunman rise, and head back
towards the bleachers. Kate continued to stroke Leigh's hair gently,
finally calming the girl.
"It hurt. It hurt. It hurt," Leigh whispered.
"I know it did, sweety. I know."
"He hit me."
"A number of times."
"My hands hurt. And my legs."
Kate continued to brush at the girls hair, not knowing what else to
do. Hopefully, Leigh would regain her mental balance before the
gunman returned for them.
After a time, she moaned.
"I'll be all right."
Kate smiled gently. "Yes, you will. We're still alive, aren't we?"
Carefully, Kate raised Leigh's head, and lowered her to the floor.
Leigh protested, but Kate pushed her back, and moved, like a crab,
to Leigh's bare feet. She had no idea if she'd be punished for it,
but she didn't much care anymore. Even with her hands restricted,
she managed to work the knots at Leigh's ankles free.
Leigh stretched her legs, oblivious to her sudden exposure. It was
all right, Kate supposed. The audience had finally been silenced.
She glanced towards the bleachers.
He was sitting beside Karen, stroking her bare thigh, watching Kate
from a distance. Karen seemed to be quietly accepting his touch of
her body. Kate was glad he was gone; his absence was almost
certainly helping Leigh's recovery. Silently, she thanked her friend
for allowing the gunman distraction, without protest. Idly, she
wondered just how much he did understand of the women that he'd
captured.
Tyler, the girl who'd given up her freedom, whispered quietly. "Is
she going to be okay?"
Leigh answered, talking to the rafters very high above the girls.
"I think I'll be fine, Tyler. I think I'll be fine. If my wrists,
and legs would stop hurting."
Leigh rolled, and pushed herself with her handcuffed hands to a
hands and knees position. Slowly she rocked back until she was
kneeling, her thighs against her calves. Leigh inhaled sharply, her
face a mask of pain redirected, but at last, she turned back towards
Kate.
"Thank-you," Leigh whispered.
Kate smiled, wanted to hug the girl, but with her hands bound, there
was no way.
"You're welcome," she said.
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Realisation dawned on Karen's face as he spoke.
Leigh and Kate knelt wearily to the side of the transformed
basketball court, their hands, still handcuffed in front of them,
resting in their laps. Karen knelt facing them, as he stood behind,
regarding the scene that he'd wrought.
"Back the way I was?" Karen whispered.
He nodded.
"But ..." she stammered.
"You want to stay with me?"
Karen considered that for a moment. It seemed that her entire life
had been spent here, naked, in chains, his toy.
She closed her eyes. Forced to strip, been naked in front of most of
the school. She'd been beaten, tortured with cigarettes. Her bare
breasts heaved at the memory, even though the heat had never kissed
her flesh.
She glanced over at Kate, who was playing with her fingers, not
watching this exchange. Kate, the naked redhead, forced to have oral
sex with her while she was tied to that birch tree. She'd climaxed
then; it hadn't been a fake. Oh no. No fake this time. While he'd
hit her.
And his fingers, touching her skin. Her breasts, her toes.
"I'll stay," she whispered.
Kate looked up sharply.
"Karen, no," Kate whispered. Without waiting for permission, Kate
shuffled forward on her knees. She cupped Karen's face in her bound
hands. "He's letting you go, Karen."
"I can't leave you here."
"You can, and you will. Go back, you don't have to be here."
Karen swallowed heavily.
"But ..."
Kate seemed to have a epiphany. She sighed, hanging her head. Her
face held those features that telegraphed resignation, that said:
"I'm going to lie to protect you." But Karen didn't recognise that.
"He forced me to do that," Kate murmured. "It wasn't awful, but he
forced me to have sex with you. I didn't choose to."
Karen felt a single tear escape. Kate brushed it away for her. Karen
pulled weakly at the cuffs holding her own hands behind her.
"I can't let you stay here, because of me. He's going to keep me for
a while, maybe a long time. He stripped you. He hurt you, Karen.
He'll keep hurting us, because he likes it. You don't want that, do
you?"
Karen slowly shook her head.
"I care about you Karen, and I can't let you stay because he forced
me to make you climax in a weird world. Can't you see that? Can't
you see what that would do to me?"
"I can't go back," Karen whispered.
"You will. You must."
Karen closed her eyes, wishing it weren't so. "But if I go back ...
I'll be kissing ... him."
For a second, Kate looked confused. Then she sighed.
"Yes," she said quietly.
Karen nodded towards their captor. "He says I won't remember any of
this. Darren. I'll keep kissing him, because I don't know what I
know here."
Kate sighed again.
"It's better than getting hurt here. What if he made you have sex
with him, even if he's crazy? What if he lets Darren have you for a
while." To punctuate her words, Kate reached up and let her fingers
tease down Karen's breasts. "What if he lets Darren cut these
beautiful breasts off you? Or burn them with cigarettes. I don't
think Mr. Gun back there would do it, but I'm not so sure about
Darren. What if he made you have sex with Darren? Hmmm?"
Karen shivered.
"I wouldn't."
"He'd hurt me until you did."
"Oh God," Karen murmured.
Tears fell down Kate's cheeks. She didn't bother to brush away her
own tears. She shuffled forward again until her thigh touched
Karen's.
"We're friends then, and we'll be friends after. I may not remember
any of this either ... in fact, he says I won't. But I do know that
I won't give up on you, just because you were kissing that idiot.
I'm pretty sure that you'll figure out that he's a snake before he
gets you into bed. These games, just short circuited Darren -- you
were naked with him before he was ready."
Karen nodded.
"But will we ever figure this out?"
Kate seemed to know what Karen was talking about.
"I don't know, but maybe someday. Maybe this will stay with you,
even after he sends you back."
With that Kate lifted her bound hands, and slipped them around
Karen's neck. Kate embraced Karen, squeezing the naked girl.
Then she kissed her, her lips sending electric sparks all through
Karen's nerves. After a long time, Kate released Karen, rocking back
on her heels and moving slightly away.
"You have to go," Kate whispered.
Karen nodded, and struggled to her bare feet. She turned to the
gunman, and nodded slowly. Tears fell down her cheeks.
She moved between Kate and Leigh until she stood before him.
"I'm ready," she said.
He nodded, and turned her around. With a single motion, her
handcuffs clattered to the ground at her bare feet. She turned back
around to face him. She didn't try to cover her nudity, but stood
proudly in front of him.
"You'll send back my clothing, too, right?"
He smiled, and nodded. "That's the way it works," he said.
"In some ways, I hate it here, but in others it's ... nice," she
said. "Thank you, even if you hurt me sometimes." She turned to
Kate. Leigh held Kate, brushing at her red hair gently as they
watched. "Thank-you, too," Karen whispered.
He leaned in and brushed Karen's cheek with his lips.
His touch tingled, and spread outwards through her bare body until
all she could feel were her fingers. And then, she sensed blue hazy
smoke, lines of force, and another presence, female and strong. Then
darkness descended.
<---===***===--->
He let the girls stay together for a while, pacing back towards the
change room. Leigh held the red-haired girl, gently rocking her, as
Kate had done for Leigh after he'd let her out of the standing
position. Only the pain wasn't physical for Kate, this time.
Did she actually like Karen? As more than a friend?
He shook his head. Perhaps he should have let the blonde girl stay
for a while. Could have had some interesting scenes with the two
beauties tied together.
He leaned against the change room door, keeping the door out of time
phase so that it wouldn't open against his weight.
He was so tired. His eyes threatened to close.
Tired people make mistakes.
He cast himself outward, sensing the girl from the bench. Her
presence disturbed the time lines in the hazy blue smoke, but she
was far away, probably scared, and alone.
Holding the timeline open slowly leached energy from him. He could
feel his strength ebbing on a downward spiral. The simulations had
warned of this.
His stomach growled. Kate had begged for food, and he'd refused her
-- he regretted that, now. The girls would feel the draining of the
timeline energy as well. They looked exhausted. Exhausted girls
weren't nearly as much fun. They lost their spirit, as fatigue
drained them.
Of course, they'd been naked and bound and forced to have sex, and
tormented for hours. They were probably exhausted mentally, as well
as physically. Even if they had had a good night's sleep the day
before, and didn't have to support the world with their minds.
His stomach rumbled again.
Kate appeared to be calming somewhat in Leigh's arms.
He shook his head, and stepped towards them. At his movement, they
stopped speaking in muted tones, and watched him approach. He smiled
at the uncertainty reflected in their pretty eyes.
<---===***===--->
Leigh didn't resist as her arms were unlocked, and then re-secured
behind her back. The familiar touch of the handcuffs behind her made
her shiver. At least her hands were no longer above her head, and in
agony.
He knelt at her feet, slipping other metal circles around her bare
ankles.
"What are they?" she asked quietly.
"Ankle restraints. A hobble."
"Hobble?"
"You'll have to take short steps while you wear them."
She looked confused. "Why?"
"Because I want you to wear them. Punishment for losing the race."
"But I wasn't racing."
He shrugged as he rose to his feet. He towered over her.
Kate pushed herself to her own bare feet, then bent to help Leigh
rise.
"Come on," Kate whispered. "You don't have a lot of choice in the
matter."
He smiled at the girls, and retreated a step. Kate remained at
Leigh's elbow, steadying the brunette girl.
"Better start. Leigh's going to be slow."
Leigh tried to take a step, crying out as her normal stride was
shortened by the chain between her ankles. Her steps had been
reduced to about half her normal walking distance.
"Where are we going?" Kate asked.
"Cafeteria. Didn't you say you were hungry?"
Kate nodded, and began to guide the other naked girl forward.
"Don't rush me. I'm hungry, too," Leigh whispered. She concentrated
on her foot placement. Each time her ankles jarred with her slow
pace, she cried out in frustration and pain, the next step taken
more carefully, and shorter. Kate sighed, and tugged at Leigh's
elbow, slowing her down.
"I've waited this long for lunch, I can wait longer. Don't hurt
yourself."
He passed the struggling girls easily, his stride longer than the
girl's normal pace. He disappeared through the double wooden doors
towards the cafeteria.
Leigh pursed her lips, and continued her slow pace following the
gunman, her eyes on her bare feet, grimacing at the chain linking
her ankles.
<---===***===--->
He watched them as Kate helped Leigh trudge barefoot into the
cafeteria. Neither girl worried about their nudity any longer. Only
the immediate problem of the ankle chains impeded their progress.
He sat in the chair that had formerly held Leigh, tied and watching
her friend Janice tormented and naked. Leigh glanced towards the
card table -- Janice sat there, as if she'd never left, cards still
in her hand, a peaceful and innocent expression on her face. He
smiled, and leaned back, closing his eyes, waiting for the two
remaining naked girls to reach him.
<---===***===--->
(I saw her naked. I had to hit her.)
She tore her eyes from Janice, and walked as quickly as she could
towards the Timeman; every few steps she forgot about the restraints
and jarred one of her ankles against the metal. At last, she stood
in front of him, her breathing heavy and perspiration running down
into her eyes. When they'd stopped, Kate kindly brushed her sweat
from her brow.
"I'm here," Leigh said unnecessarily.
He motioned to Kate, who pulled out a second chair. He pointed, and
Leigh shuffled over and sat into the hard plastic, the surface cool
beneath her bare bottom and back.
He leaned forward, and slipped her bound hands behind the chair
back. She pulled herself towards the table, trying to ignore that
she was naked and in the cafeteria. It didn't bother her as much as
before.
(God. Am I getting used to being naked?)
She twisted her head to see what Kate was doing.
The redhead had lowered herself to her knees, her head bowed, her
hands resting on her thighs. The Timeman had returned to his chair,
watching the nude girl kneeling in front of him.
"Please, I'm hungry," Kate whispered.
"I know. So am I."
Kate didn't seem pleased with the answer. She raised her eyes,
flashing.
"Leigh and I played your stupid game. We've been good. We need
food. You don't want us weak, do you? Too weak for sex?"
He laughed at the last comment, but instead of answering the girl,
he rose and walked past her towards the serving counter. She reached
out, perhaps to pluck at his jeans as he passed, but then lowered
her hands after he had moved beyond her. Kate wept, her hands rising
to her face.
"I've been good. I've done everything you fucking asked," she
whispered. Leigh could hear her, but couldn't go to her. Her arms
pulled against the hard plastic behind her back.
"Kate?"
Kate seemed to pull herself together at the sound of Leigh's voice.
"Kate?"
"I'm all right," Kate said quietly. Leigh could see the Timeman
pacing and regarding the usual cafeteria fare. "I'm just hungry.
It's not fair Leigh, it's not."
"I know. He won't let us starve, I don't think. Try to be patient."
"It's hard."
Leigh nodded. It was difficult being with this man. No woman in the
world would think otherwise.
"Care to play waitress?" he said. Both girls turned their eyes
towards his voice. He stood quietly behind Kate.
"Waitress?"
"Get us all some food?"
Kate shuffled around on her knees to face him. Her mouth was at the
exact right height for ...
(Do I want to do that?)
Leigh shrugged off the thought, and quelled the faint arousal that
had fled while she walked here, but re-emerged almost as soon as she
had seen her captor sitting and watching her struggle to walk in
here. Like a damn yo-yo, she thought. I can't live like this. If
her hands had been free, she would have thrust them between her
legs, his attention be damned. Instead, her hands merely twisted
futilely behind the chair back.
Kate held up her hands towards him. In response, he cocked his head
to the side.
"You don't need them off, I don't think."
Kate sighed. "It would make it easier, if you want me to serve you."
He shrugged. "Take your time."
A single tear traced down Kate's cheek, but she wiped it away and
rose to her bare feet. She made no move towards him, this time, as
he stepped past her and settled into the chair beside Leigh.
"Are you going to let us eat?"
He thought about it for a moment, before answering. At last, he
nodded.
"You can eat, but only what I tell you."
Kate sighed, but nodded. Even Leigh could hear the other girl's
tummy rumble, probably at the thought of food. At this point, the
girl probably didn't much care what she ate, as long as it was
edible.
He leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Will you bring me a club sandwich? You may have to make it. And
two chocolate bars. And a Sprite. If you have to make two trips,
then do so."
Kate hesitated, but eventually nodded.
"Yes, Master," she whispered. Her voice sounded somewhat sarcastic
to Leigh, but also somewhat serious. He smiled at the term,
apparently not concerned about its sincerity, and watched as Kate
wandered towards the counter. The naked girl glanced around and
finally walked around the cashier to get behind where the servers
stood frozen in time.
"Are you doing all right?" he asked Leigh as Kate's bare footsteps
receded.
"I've been better," Leigh said.
"I was worried about you in there. I thought maybe I'd pushed you
too far. With that game thing."
"I was tired, and my arms hurt. You have no idea."
He smiled at her. "Kate took care of you."
Leigh nodded. She could still feel the girl's fingers through her
damp hair.
"I'm hungry," she said.
"I am, too."
He turned his gaze towards the counter. Kate stood behind it, her
bound hands moving somewhere out of sight, in the familiar motion of
making sandwiches.
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Kate returned a moment later, balancing a plate with a club
sandwich, and two 'Oh Henry' bars upon it. In her right hand, she
carried a can of Sprite, condensation dripping from its surface.
"There were some made," she said as she approached gingerly, "but
they looked awful. I made you another. I hope you like it. It
wasn't the easiest task in the world to do while I'm in handcuffs."
He'd turned away from her, facing into the table now beside Leigh.
Kate slipped the plate in front of him, her breasts rubbing against
his shirt as she leaned forward. She set the can of Sprite down
beside the plate.
"Can I get some food for us? Please?" she nearly whined.
He turned in his chair again, the feet scraping across the tile.
"Do you deserve food?"
Leigh opened her mouth to beg him to stop torturing Kate, but a look
silenced her.
A tear escaped Kate's eye, and she brushed it away again. She
inhaled.
"I don't know. Please. I've done everything you wanted. So has
Leigh. We're hungry. It's just food. You don't even have to pay for
it. Please. Please. Please?"
"Salad."
Kate didn't look thrilled, but she nodded anyway.
"Get yourself and Leigh a plate of salad, no dressing."
"Can we have something to drink?" And after a moment, she added:
"Master?"
He smiled at her. Leigh didn't know where the 'master' had come
from, but even she noticed his pleasure at the word.
He nodded. "Big glasses of water for you and Leigh."
"Water? Can we have some coffee, or coke, instead?"
He laughed. "Just what I need, females wired on caffeine when I need
to sleep. No. But you can have some Sprite or Ginger Ale, if you
want instead."
Kate made a face. "I'll stick with the water. Leigh?"
"Water is good for me, too."
Her throat was parched. She hadn't even realised it until water was
mentioned.
"May I go, now?"
He nodded, and watched her retreat back to the counter. Instead of
turning towards his own food, he watched the naked girl until she
faded behind the counter again.
<---===***===--->
She set the heaping plates of salad in front of Leigh, along with a
silver fork and knife and had almost settled into the chair beside
Leigh, when he stopped her.
He pointed across the table. Kate sighed, but didn't protest. She
scrambled up onto the table, and slid off the opposite side. A
blonde girl, clothed and oblivious to the unusual sight of Kate and
Leigh, bound and naked at the table, stared into her bowl of chilli
in the seat next to Kate, across from Leigh.
He slipped from his chair, under the table.
"What are you doing?" she asked quietly, craning to see under the
table. "You want me to spread my legs?"
"Not necessary," he mumbled seriously.
Kate sighed, and leaned against the table.
"He's tying my feet," she whispered in response to Leigh's puzzled
look. Leigh nodded, though she couldn't figure out why he needed to
tie Kate into her chair. She wasn't resisting his commands, and she
wasn't any danger to him on the other side of the table. Besides
which, the girl still wore the handcuffs on her wrists. The answer
would probably become apparent as the bizarre lunch wore on.
When he was finished, he slipped back into his chair.
Leigh noted that he still hadn't touched his own sandwich. Kate
noticed too.
"Don't you like it?" Kate asked quietly. To Leigh, it appeared the
girl was somewhat afraid of being punished for making him a
sub-standard meal. "I can make you another one, or a different type,
if you want."
He shook his head.
"I'm sure it's fine."
Was he actually being polite? Waiting for them to begin before he
did? She looked at him again. He was watching Kate, which didn't
surprise Leigh in the slightest. The redhead was still stunning,
even after all the rigours she'd been through.
Kate reached for the second plate of salad in front of Leigh. She
uttered a cry of dismay as he idly slapped gently at her fingers. He
didn't connect with her skin, because she snatched her fingers back
fast enough, but the threat was there.
"Leigh eats first."
Leigh opened her mouth to protest. Closed it, and then spoke.
"I. I can't."
He looked at her steadily. She elaborated.
"My hands are tied. You don't expect me to eat like a dog, do you?"
(Oh God. Not like a dog. Please.)
He smiled.
"Oh God. Please no."
Slowly, he shook his head. She breathed out in relief. If she'd had
to, she knew that she would have done it.
"Kate will feed you, until I decide to let you free."
"If you untie me, then I can feed myself. I won't cause any trouble.
You could leave my ankles ... hobbled ... and I'd let you tie me
back up after I was done."
It seemed simple enough.
He shook his head. He wanted Kate to feed Leigh. Leigh closed her
eyes. When she opened them, Kate was reaching for one of the forks
by Leigh's elbow.
Again, he lightly slapped at Kate's fingers. The girl squirmed in
her chair, a wounded, and confused, expression on her face. She
looked like she was going to cry again.
"Please, if I have to feed her, just let me do it."
He paused for a moment, then smiled. He slowly reached for, and
moved the cutlery to the side of his own plate.
"With your fingers, Kate."
The naked girl paled.
"Why?"
He shrugged. Leigh knew why, but she held her tongue.
"I'm already handcuffed, naked, tied into the chair by my fucking
ankles, feeding her. Please let us at least eat like normal human
beings."
"Would you prefer to eat without your fingers? Or perhaps off the
floor?"
Kate paled, and closed her eyes.
"Please, no."
He nodded towards Leigh's salad.
Slowly, Kate reached forward, as if she were afraid that he'd slap
at her hand again. But this time, he allowed her to pick up a few
pieces of lettuce. Her hand shaking, Kate offered the lettuce to
Leigh's lips.
With a sigh, Leigh opened, and waited for Kate to place the food in
her mouth. She felt like Cleopatra, accepting grapes from a naked
slave. Except Kate was a girl, not an Adonis. After Kate's fingers
were clear, Leigh chewed the dry salad and swallowed hungrily.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him turn from the two naked
girls and pick up his own sandwich. She envied him his freedom.
<---===***===--->
He leaned back in the chair, his sandwich reduced to crumbs
littering the Styrofoam plate. The two 'Oh Henry' bars formed a 'T'
across the edge of the plate. In one quick swallow, he finished the
Sprite. It ran cool, and sparkly down his throat. The girls had to
be thirsty if he was. He hadn't really done anything overly physical
-- unlike the two girls eating slowly in front of him.
Kate continued to feed the helpless, naked, girl in the chair beside
him. The redhead actually looked faint. Occasionally, Kate lifted
one of the cups of water to Leigh's lips. Leigh drank from it
deeply, her throat working prettily, and greedily until Kate lowered
it again to the table.
The sandwich had been excellent.
He turned to Kate.
"Where'd you learn to make a club like that?"
She finished placing more lettuce in Leigh's mouth, snatching her
fingers back from Leigh's teeth as Leigh feigned to bite her,
laughing. Kate grinned for a moment, sticking her fingers in her own
mouth.
It was incredible, he mused. The girls, naked, tied up, somehow had
the strength to laugh. Had the situation been reversed, he would
have gone crazy, like Darren had, he was sure.
"I actually did waitress in a diner for a while. They made amazing
club sandwiches, and sometimes, if the cook was busy, I got pressed
into service. But only for sandwiches. I'd burn water if it was
possible," Kate said. Then, with a careful measure of
meaningfulness, she added, "And I got to wear clothes."
She lifted another portion between her fingers to Leigh's lips. The
naked girl accepted the food without trying to nip Kate, while she
was talking.
"You don't waitress anymore?"
"It was affecting my grades. I had to quit. And the customers were
beginning to notice me. I was only sixteen at the time. Mom didn't
like it."
At the mention of Kate's parent, Leigh's face registered a touch of
wistfulness. He made a note to ask her about that later, alone.
He nodded.
Her cuffed wrists rose as one, giving Leigh the last of her lunch.
Leigh giggled, and attempted to nip at Kate's fingers. Kate wasn't
fast enough, and she squealed as Leigh nipped at her fingertips.
When Leigh let her, Kate easily pulled her fingers from Leigh's lips
with a grin of her own.
"Can I eat mine, now? Please?" she begged. The smile hadn't left her
lips.
He nodded, and settled back into the chair to watch her feed
herself. She ignored his attention, and ate far more quickly than
she'd been able to feed the girl across the table.
Soon, her salad had disappeared.
"Good?"
"Dressing would have been nice, but I suppose if I had to eat it
with my fingers, it's better without."
He smiled and twirled the fork that would have been Kate's through
his fingers.
Kate's voice, trembling, floated to his ears.
"Sir? If you freed me, I could get Leigh and I some dessert."
"Dessert?"
"Maybe a chocolate bar, like those?" she pointed. "Please? There's
lots of them near the cash register."
He leaned forward on his arms, his eyes sparkling.
"Who do you think these are for?" He pushed the wrapped candy from
his plate onto the table. Kate's eyes followed them.
"For us?" Her eyes lit up. Then her eyes narrowed a little. "What
do we have to do to get them?"
He leaned back in the chair, and Kate's face fell. He shrugged.
"A true choice. You can let me pour some ketchup on you, or some
vinegar, and I'll let you eat the chocolate. Or you can walk with me
back to the gym, and forgo the dessert. Doesn't matter to me either
way."
Kate sighed, her lips pursing.
"Ketchup? Why?"
He shrugged.
"Just a control thing. You can make us give up dignity for
chocolate," she said quietly. A statement, not a question.
"No. Not quite."
Kate's eyes found the answer before Leigh did.
She shook her head. "Why give me the choice? You could keep the
chocolate, and pour whatever the hell you want over me without my
consent."
"Uh-huh," he said.
"You're going to pour ketchup over me, and Leigh, anyway, aren't
you?"
He shrugged slowly.
Leigh whispered, joining the conversation.
"You can pour anything you want over me. But let Kate eat mine,
okay?"
Kate twisted, her eyes flashing. "I won't."
Leigh nodded. "Then I'll eat it."
He smiled, and walked over to the counter.
"He would have done it anyway," Leigh whispered to Kate. "You'll
see."
He returned with various squeezable condiment containers.
He returned to his seat, and picked up the chocolate bars. Slowly,
he unwrapped one, and fed Leigh, himself.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured, savouring each bite. She knew that she'd be
paying for the pleasure he was giving her, and was determined to
enjoy it. After she had finished the treat, he held the second one
up waving it towards Kate. Kate lowered her eyes, and nodded slowly.
He unwrapped hers and urging her to keep her hands on the table, fed
her, too.
Afterwards, he wiped a touch of chocolate from her lips, and watched
as she licked it off his finger.
She moaned as she used her tongue.
"You ready?"
The girls nodded.
The vinegar, and the mustard, he squeezed through Leigh's brunette
tresses. The ketchup, he squeezed in a dripping line across her bare
breasts.
"Oh God. That is so gross," she whispered as the liquids dripped
across her cheeks, and from her nipples.
Relish, and mustard adorned Kate's red hair, and a line of ketchup
graced her bare breasts, too.
"Yuck," she said.
When he was done, he returned the bottles to the table, and vaulted
over them to drop beside Kate. Instinctually, she raised her hands
to wipe at the mess dripping from her hair. Tears mixed with
mustard, as she wiped futilely at herself.
Leigh didn't have that option, so sat quietly regarding Kate, and
trying to ignore the drips tracing down her bare skin.
When her ankles were finally free, Kate rose to her feet, slipping
across the table with a smear of red. Leigh stood, as well, having
more trouble with her hands behind her.
Avoiding Kate's smear of ketchup on the table, the Timeman slipped
back across. In a moment, Leigh's hands were re-cuffed in front of
her, and the ankle cuffs removed.
"Thank-you," Leigh sighed as she once again moved somewhat normally.
Her hands rose to brush at a stray drip of vinegar before it reached
her eyes.
Uncaring of their mess, he touched their elbows guiding them from
the cafeteria.
"Where are we going?" Kate asked.
"Back to free the team."
Chapter 60
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Crimson Dragon - All Rights Reserved
"What the hell happened to you?" Lisa asked, her eyes staring.
As Kate knelt beside the naked girl, she sighed.
"Our friend decided to goop us up at lunch. I have no idea why."
Despite her condition, Kate found the strength to laugh. "Maybe he
has a food fight fetish, too." Even she didn't know what she meant,
but it seemed funny.
Lisa laughed, a good healthy laugh. Kate rolled the girl back onto
her tummy and breasts, her cuffed and sticky hands working at the
knots holding Lisa.
It took a long time to free the girl, the knots were complex, and
had been tightened by Lisa's forced struggle to cross the gym to
avoid the croppings. The Timeman seemed happy to wait, sitting on
the bleachers, in front of the frozen crowd, quietly watching Leigh
and Kate work on the naked girls spread across the court.
"God, this is disgusting," Kate murmured as she finally worked the
last knot free. She wiped at a line of relish that slowly slipped
down and from her hair. Ketchup dripped from her nipples to fall on
Lisa's bare skin. It almost looked like blood. Lisa didn't seem to
mind, or if she did, she didn't complain about the wetness falling
on her bare skin. As the last knot holding the girl's wrists to her
ankles released, Lisa unfolded herself, crying out as muscles
complained in her legs and shoulders.
Her wrist and ankle ropes presented a similar knot challenge, but
soon the girl was free. Lisa worked herself around, and hugged Kate,
their bare bodies pressed together in an embrace far beyond simple
friendship. It was a survivor embrace. Lisa cried on Kate's shoulder
for a few minutes until the blood returned circulation to her limbs.
"I'm ..." Kate began.
"... messy. It doesn't matter, does it?" Lisa whispered.
Kate could see Tyler embracing a blushing Leigh in the same manner
that Lisa was embracing her.
Lisa screamed, her grip tightening on Kate.
"What?" Kate cried. Tyler was moaning on the other side of the
court, clinging to Leigh like she was drowning. Her hands slipped
through Leigh's hair, covered with the lunchroom mess. But Tyler had
something else on her mind, her hands shook badly as she moved them.
"Pins. And. Needles," Lisa stammered, her voice choking. "Oh, God."
"Stay still. Stay still."
Kate couldn't hug the girl, her hands still cuffed in her lap. "Stay
still."
Lisa moaned, but nearly as quickly as it had begun, the painful
tingles must have ebbed from her hands and feet. At least to a
bearable level.
"Go on, Kate, untie the others. Please," she whispered.
Kate nodded, and pushed herself to her bare feet. Tyler moaned for a
few more minutes, and then repeated the same instructions to Leigh
in an urgent whisper.
"You have to go kneel over there, by him."
Lisa didn't protest, knew what was expected of her. Knew what the
man was capable of doing to her, if she resisted. Crops. Ropes.
Races.
As Kate knelt near Anne, she watched as Lisa knelt at the edge of
the court, nude, but proud, in front of the Timeman. The Timeman
ignored the girl, and continued to watch as Kate and Leigh struggled
with his knots on the remaining bound girls.
"Please hurry," Anne whispered as Kate's fingers fumbled over the
knots holding her wrists and ankles.
<---===***===--->
Kate and Leigh stood at the end of the line of naked girls kneeling
easily at his feet. Eight girls, helpless. One guy, brandishing a
weapon, and controlling the world.
His eyes seemed overly heavy, like he was completely exhausted, but
continued on because he had to. Both girls were tired, too, but not
as tired as he looked. He looked ready to fall asleep while giving
the six kneeling girls instructions.
"... shower. Warm water. Wash each other, never yourself ..."
Kate realised that he'd finished, as the girls rose as one and
padded towards the change room.
He pushed himself off the bench, wearily, and followed the girls,
like a goose following her goslings.
Kate touched Leigh's shoulder, and the other girl started. Asleep,
or dozing. On her feet.
"Come on," she whispered. The girls ran to catch up with the
Timeman.
"Master?" Kate said.
He stopped, and slowly turned. He looked more dead than alive,
though his eyes remained sparkling.
"You don't always have to call me 'Master'," he said quietly.
"You haven't told us your name," Kate hurriedly explained. "What is
it? I'll call you that instead, if you prefer. I could keep calling
you bastard, but if you're going to keep us, that might wear thin
after a while."
He shook his head wearily. He wasn't going to tell her, that much
was plain.
She forged ahead.
"I know that Leigh and I let you do this to us, but please, we need
showers. We're dirty, and tired, and we can't be attractive like
this, not with this gunk all over us," Kate wiped her fingers over
her breasts, red murk coated her nails and fingertips. "We probably
smell. Please."
Her scalp already itched from the slowly drying condiments.
The naked girls disappeared into the change room, one at a time.
"You want to shower with them?"
"If we have to. Please," Kate whispered.
Leigh nodded her agreement, shivering with the touch of the food on
her skin. It had probably been at least three quarters of an hour to
untie the girls on the floor.
"Please, we've done everything you wanted, and I feel dirty."
"That was the idea," he said.
Kate sighed, echoed by Leigh.
"We'll stay this way as long as you want," Kate murmured. She began
to back away. "We'll wait for you out here," she sighed. She began
to settle against the wall, leaning her head back against it. Her
hair left a thin green tinge to the wall when it touched the paint.
Her cuffed hands, sticky and grimy, fell against her stomach weakly.
Leigh began to move to join Kate, there.
Kate wasn't even surprised when the remaining basketball team, the
clothed girls that had sat quietly with Karen, returned in a blink
to their former positions, all watching a non-existent ball that had
rolled lonely to the stands. The crowd remained semi-frozen, their
ankles still looped in the light chain with which she'd helped
secure them, eons ago. She was so tired.
"I didn't say no, you know," he said quietly. "Come on, but you'll
have to wait until the other girls are done."
Kate smiled, and pushed herself from the wall with a shrug of her
shoulders. He held the door for them, and Kate followed Leigh into
the change room and the shower.
The naked girls milled around, unable to enter the frozen shower
room, though they eyed the entrance with anticipation. About half of
them wore remnants of ketchup from hugging Kate or Leigh after being
freed. Lisa was by far the worst of the lot, red smears beginning at
her throat and ending at her belly button.
"Lisa?"
The blonde girl pranced over to him, eyes downcast.
"Find some soap."
Without a word, she began to rummage through the bags, and lockers
of the girls that were changing in the room. She returned with three
bars, all partial. Irish Spring, and two bars of Ivory.
He paired them into blonde and brunette partners, bidding them to
wait.
He stepped into the shower as they roared to sudden life. Two
screams and some low murmuring followed. Shortly, he emerged with
two trembling naked girls, their hands in the air, dripping. He
followed them out of the shower, miraculously dry, aiming the gun at
the naked, soaked girls. Candice led the heavier girl to the back of
the change room where they stood their eyes wide at the sight of the
naked basketball team standing, rope marks evident around their
wrists and ankles.
"Sit," he said.
The two girls did, and immediately stopped moving. Even the water
stopped dripping from their shivering bodies.
"Slower time frame?" Kate muttered. He smiled, and ushered the
remaining girls, save for Kate and Leigh, into the steaming showers.
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