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Chapter 61
© Copyright 2003 -
Crimson Dragon - All Rights Reserved
It was simple, really. A bubble within a bubble. A thin layer of
stopped time surrounded him, almost like a raincoat made out of air.
The droplets of water slipped around him, as if they had struck the
back of a duck.
The girls didn't seem to notice him, like the water from the shower.
The girls were doing exactly as he'd asked, probably afraid of being
cropped if they resisted. Or maybe they were afraid of being asked
to run another race. They had no way of knowing that he could barely
lift the crop anymore, and wouldn't be able to control another race
with them. He blinked his eyes and swayed under the shower. He might
not even be able to resist them, if they decided to rise against
him, at least en masse. Controlling time meant concentration, and
that was fading quickly. The timeline continued along, almost
autonomously meshing the bubbles that he created, but it took
subconscious energy to maintain even that.
He watched, fascinated, as Lisa ran her hands unabashedly across
Tyler's wet breasts and belly, working the Ivory in her hands into a
soapy lather. It was sexy to him, but he doubted if the girls were
feeling anything beyond the luxury of cleaning the perspiration and
condiments from their tired skin. The hot water probably helped
their aching muscles.
"That tickles," Tyler giggled, reaching for the soap.
The naked girl ran the soap through Lisa's blonde hair, and began to
massage the other girl's scalp, dropping the soap to the tiles at
their feet. Lather began to form as Tyler's fingers slipped through
Lisa's hair.
"Mmmmm," Lisa murmured as Tyler continued to brush at the hair. If
he hadn't known better, it appeared that Lisa's hair had been
brunette under the dimmer lighting of the shower, and the slickness
of the water. But she was a true blonde. That much he could tell.
Neither girl noticed nor cared about his scrutiny of them.
Wearily, he turned. The other girls were washing one another. Anne
washed Tracy's back, and Kim, kneeling, ran her soapy hands down
Jennifer's bare legs.
Slowly, he backed out of the shower, releasing the bubble within a
bubble as he walked clear of the multiple sprays of water. He
emerged dry, but no more awake than when he'd entered.
Leigh and Kate looked up from where they were sitting quietly
talking.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked the bare girls.
As if they really had a choice.
They nodded, and he sank to the tiles at their bare feet.
"Are they okay in there?" Kate asked.
He laughed, tracing his finger over Kate's foot. She tensed, but
didn't move it.
"I think they're big enough to shower without me."
"I thought you'd want to watch. Six girls, naked and washing each
other."
"I did watch, for a while. They don't need me in there," he said.
"You trust them?"
He laughed. "If you were in there, and knew that I might poke my
head in to check on you at any time, would you follow instructions?
Just to wash yourself?"
Kate pondered that for a moment, then nodded. "I'd do what I was
told."
He raised his eyebrows and leaned back against the bench. It
pressed comfortingly against his shoulder blades. The girl's legs
pressed gently into his shoulders. Real sensations, in a fantastical
world.
Each hand found one girl's toes, Leigh in his left, Kate in his
right. Slowly, he stroked their skin there. He felt them tense at
his touch, but then relax, perhaps as they realised that he wasn't
going to hurt them.
"Why?" Leigh asked, her voice only barely louder than the laughs,
and giggles from the showers.
"Why what?" he asked without opening his eyes.
"Our feet. Why?"
He considered pulling his fingers from them, but mentally shrugged
and continued.
"I want to touch you. You're real."
"You can touch us in more interesting places. You have. Before. We
can't stop you."
"Is that an invitation?"
He heard her gulp. "Not really."
He wondered, but decided not to push the issue.
"Truthfully? Your feet are the only parts of you that are relatively
clean."
He opened his eyes, laughing at the expressions of dismay on the
girl's faces as they glanced at their naked disarray.
"I kind of regret doing that to you. You're right. You look a lot
more attractive when you're clean and presentable."
His thoughts faded for a moment to a kitchen in another time and
place, where five girls knelt naked, covered in maple syrup, begging
to eat breakfast. He'd had to let them shower afterwards, too.
Another laugh, and a cry, emerged from the shower.
"Hey! Stop! That tickles."
It sounded like Lisa's voice, followed by more giggling.
"They can actually laugh," he sighed. The girl's skin felt silky
smooth beneath his finger tips.
"The team you tortured?" Kate said. Her fingers toyed with the
ketchup pooled in her belly button.
He nodded.
"After everything I put them through, they are in there giggling."
He began to push himself up.
Kate cleared her throat.
"Sir?"
He stopped, turning his face upwards to look at the girl. Food
smeared her features, and matted her red hair to her head. And yet,
she was still beautiful. He glanced at Leigh. The girl seemed more
distracted, her features in the same condition as Kate's, but with
yellow staining her collarbone and shoulders. She stank of vinegar.
And yet, she was as beautiful as Kate, in her own way.
"I know that I don't have any say in what happens here, but if you
were going to tell them to settle down ...?"
He nodded, unsure why he was listening to the girl.
"They need it -- some time to themselves, some time to adjust. I
know that you probably won't keep them, but you put them through a
lot, without a lot of warning. They hurt, and they are probably in
shock a little. But we're stronger than that. Honestly. If they can
laugh, then they are just recovering. And that isn't a bad thing.
We're stronger than you might think. Unless you want to drive them
insane. Like Darren."
He sighed, and raised himself anyway. Kate seemed about to say
something else, to protest further, but ended up staring at her
green and red hands, picking idly at the food about her fingernails.
He walked to the shower entrance. Lisa and Tyler were washing each
other, laughing as fingers found ribs and underarms. Anne, also
laughing had bent to pick up a bar of green soap that she'd
obviously dropped. She turned self-consciously as she felt his eyes
on her displayed nudity. Anne blushed.
"We're not washing ourselves," she whispered. The other girls turned
at the sound of Anne's voice. Anne smiled, pulling her hands from
her bare, wet breasts.
"Actually, I was simply wondering what all the racket was about."
Lisa spoke, her hand resting on Tyler's breast, but above the
nipple.
"If you want us to be quiet, we will." Her voice wavered a little.
He smiled, and waved a dismissive hand at the girls. He shook his
head.
"I wouldn't dream of it. Carry on."
He backed away from the steam. It took a moment, but he heard Tyler,
perhaps, say happily, "Fuck him, I'm clean."
The girls began to laugh again, and he smiled.
"You did a good thing," Kate whispered as he slipped back between
their legs. His hands found their toes again.
He closed his eyes, and listened to the feminine laughs, and squeals
emerging from the showers.
<---===***===--->
"I released Darren, you know."
Kate shook her head. Bits of relish peppered her shoulders. She
ignored them.
"He had lost it completely. He's happily kissing Karen again, now."
Kate lowered her eyes, studying her handcuffs. The Timeman lifted
himself to sit beside her. Her shoulders shook once.
Carefully, he touched her chin, raising her eyes to look at him.
Unshed tears lined her lids.
"Don't tell me that you are still carrying a torch for that idiot."
Kate shook her head again.
"What then?" And then it hit him. "Karen?"
She wasn't quick enough to shake her head this time. He glanced at
Leigh sitting beside Kate. The girl appeared to be sleeping, but her
chest wasn't moving in the rhythmic patterns of sleep. She was
awake. He considered freezing her, but he was keeping the girl. The
one's he kept, he didn't refreeze, did he?
Kate slowly changed her denial into a quick nod of her head.
"But you wanted her to go."
"Of course, I did," Kate whispered fiercely. "You think it's easy to
watch someone you like being hurt? Maybe you do." Kate glanced at
Leigh who remained motionless beside her. Momentarily, she looked
confused.
He swallowed and pursed his lips.
"It's easy to fall in love here," he finally said.
Kate took a deep breath, letting it out in a slow exhale, almost
like she was smoking.
"You put me on my knees in front of her, made me have sex with her,
made me pleasure her to climax. Maybe. Just maybe. We'll never get
to do that whenever you let me go."
"You probably won't, Kate."
She shook her head vehemently. "What if I do love her?"
"What if you don't?"
"What did you expect me to feel? Huh? You make me strip and grovel
to save her from the cigarettes? Make her have sex with me? We only
had each other."
He nodded. He ran his finger gently down the girl's cheek, ignoring
the condiments stained there. Somewhere, down from them, a girl
squealed as another girl twisted a nipple, or tickled a rib, or
something.
"How did you expect me to feel?" Kate whispered.
"This place, this timeline," he said quietly, "allows strange and
unlikely things to happen. It isn't because of me -- you are feeling
things that you'd feel anyway, given the chance. But here ... it
reduces inhibition. Right?"
Kate shook her head, obviously confused.
"You're sitting there naked, right? You're wearing handcuffs. There
are six girls laughing in the shower next door. You've been hit with
a crop and a branch. And you liked it, I think. Do you think that
any of that would be likely outside of this timeframe? Where there
are consequences? Where everyone will remember?"
Kate swallowed and shook her head. "Given choice, I don't think I'd
let a man do this to me."
"You had sex with a girl. Karen. Do you think that you'd do that
outside?"
Kate held her breath for a moment.
"But I liked it," she whispered. "I think I liked it, and I think I
could love her. Oh, God."
She glanced back at the girl beside her. Leigh had opened her eyes,
and her mouth was set in a grim line.
"Oh God, Leigh, you weren't supposed to ..."
"... hear that? It's all right, Kate. He forced Miss Chambers to
have sex with me, too. And I liked it. At least from a physical
standpoint." Leigh paused for a moment, unsure of whether to
proceed. After another glance at Kate, she did. "And I begged him
to let me climax. I'm not proud of it, and he didn't let me, but I
did. And I would have done it with a girl, even you, gladly."
She paused for a moment.
"He's right, though. We feel things as we should. We're human beings
under stress, Kate. There aren't consequences here. We can hate it,
or enjoy it, but either way, we're going to forget. Right?" She
looked at him for confirmation. He nodded as she continued. "You
might like Karen, might be able to even love her. And that's you,
but if you never realise that outside of here, you'll never know
what you're missing. At least I think that's how it works."
"But, what if I want to remember?"
Leigh smiled. "It works both ways, I think. What if we want to
forget?"
Kate sighed, and looked back at her hands clasped together, the
handcuffs still encircling her wrists. She separated her hands and
pulled weakly at the cuffs.
"I'm so tired, Leigh."
Leigh closed her eyes again, resting her head back against the wall.
"I am too, Kate. God. I am, too."
He stood up, a smile gracing his lips.
"You know what would perk you two up?"
"A bed?"
He grinned at that suggestion, picturing Leigh and Kate tied to a
large four post bed.
"A shower."
Leigh opened her eyes, anticipation shining.
"In a moment," he said. He walked towards the shower entrance,
gathering up three large beach-style towels from various girls
frozen in the middle of changing. He slung them over his arm.
Lisa stood, her breasts towards him, head tilted back letting the
warm water cascade through her hair, and over her shoulders. Tyler
stood under the same jet of water, her back to him, her hands
working the water from her own brunette hair that hung half-way down
her back.
"Time to get out," he said quietly.
The girls straightened, and without a word of complaint walked in
partners back towards him. Their bare feet formed puddles as they
accepted one towel for each pair of girls. In each case, he handed
the towel to the blonde partner.
"You'll have to share," he said.
There were other towels evident around the change room, but the
girls didn't complain. Each pair took the towel they had been given,
and moved to the other side of the room, and began to towel each
other dry.
He returned to Leigh and Kate, who watched the other naked girls dry
themselves.
"Time to shower, dirty girls," he said quietly.
Without taking their eyes off the glowing, naked, clean girls around
the change room, Kate and Leigh rose, and followed him to the shower
entrance.
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Crimson Dragon - All Rights Reserved
The roar of the showers tickled Kate's ears. In the relative silence
of the world, the sound of cascading water amplified as it reached
her.
She stood beside Leigh, gazing longingly at the cleansing sprays
from the multiple shower heads left on by the girls who were now
towelling off and talking quietly amongst themselves.
A touch to her shoulder turned her gently.
Kate swivelled on her bare feet, a touch of dampness apparent
beneath, probably dripped from Lisa, or Anne, or Tyler.
He shuddered, holding up his hands. His fingertips were coated with
the grime that encrusted Kate and Leigh's bodies from head to ankle.
The smells of ketchup, some relish, and the faint tinge of vinegar
wafted into Kate's senses.
Leigh laughed lightly. "Now you know how we feel," she murmured.
He grimaced, finding a relatively clean spot on Leigh's body, the
hollow just below her collarbone. Their shoulders had taken the
brunt of the condiments streaked through their formerly lustrous
hair. Kate shivered.
He wiped his fingers on Leigh, who suffered it with grace.
"Sticky, isn't it?" she said with a twinkle in her eye.
Instead of returning her tease, he grimaced again, and simply held
up his fingers in front of her lips. Softly, he touched her lips.
The sense of justice retreated from her eyes, as she realised what
he wanted her to do.
She shook her head, his fingers dragging across her lips.
"Please, I don't want to ..."
He smiled, then, and touched her lips again, urging them apart.
Resigned, the naked girl opened her mouth. He didn't place his
digits in reach of her teeth.
A vague memory tickled Kate. Her tongue licking his finger, her
scent, her musk, her sweetness filling her own mouth.
She sighed. "He wants you to lick him clean."
Leigh closed her mouth, then shook her head again. Her hair moved
limply against her soiled shoulders.
"I can't do that," Leigh whispered.
Kate sighed again, and stepped towards the Timeman. Taking a deep
breath, she spoke.
"I'll do it. Leave her alone. Please?"
She parted her lips slightly and stuck her tongue between. The air
partly dried it, but she wiggled her tongue. He laughed, motioning
her to stick her tongue back in her mouth. She did, sighing.
"I want Leigh to do it."
"Please. You can clean up in the shower. Like us. Please?"
"Are you inviting me into your shower?"
Leigh looked confused, unsure of what the correct answer was. She
opted for the truth.
"I'd rather not."
He held his fingers up again. Leigh grimaced, and glanced around the
room. The only one paying her any heed was Kate, who averted her
eyes.
"Ugh," Leigh whispered. She pulled against her restraints with more
force than usual. "That tastes awful." She spit towards the shower
-- not a man's spit, but more of a feminine raspberry. Her eyes
watered.
"Thank you," he said to Leigh. It was perhaps the first time that
Kate had heard him address a female with any semblance of
politeness. No. He'd apologised to Leigh earlier for hitting her
harder than he'd meant. That had sounded sincere as well. And he'd
forced Darren to apologise to her for calling her a 'bitch'. He had
a warped sense of ethics.
Leigh choked again, and without waiting for permission, stepped into
the sprays, opening her mouth and letting the water rinse out the
taste of the mingled condiments and probably salty perspiration.
Rivulets of red and yellow swirled out of Leigh's hair and from her
skin, snaking down the skin of her back, and bottom, lazily diluting
into the water babbling towards the drain at her bare feet.
Kate glared at him, and he shrugged with a smile.
"May I join her?" Kate asked. Part of her balked at the simple act
of being forced to ask for permission. Part of her tingled. And part
of her simply knew that she had to do it, if she ever wanted the
ketchup cleansed from her skin.
He handed her a bar of white soap. The bar was better than
half-finished, light in her hand. The remnants of the word Ivory was
indented across its surface. Kate wondered who owned it.
While she watched, he bent and rummaged through a girl's bag. The
girl, a brunette, in her underwear, stood frozen, reaching to the
bag that he now held in his hands. A tampon fell out, and he ignored
it as it rolled against the girl's bare foot.
Under other circumstances, Kate would have been disturbed at the
lack of privacy, but considering her condition, it didn't seem ...
justified. He smiled and handed her a small bottle of conditioning
shampoo.
"Will this do?" he asked.
She examined the bottle. It wasn't her normal brand, but it was
shampoo -- better than running bar soap through her hair like the
other girls had. She nodded.
"You can join her," he said simply.
Carrying the soap and the shampoo in her bound hands, she stepped
towards the shower. She turned before entering, at the sound of his
voice.
"You know to wash her, and Leigh should wash you, right?"
"I figured," Kate mumbled, though she had hoped that he would let
her wash herself. Leigh still stood under the sprays, relishing the
water with small moans.
"I don't suppose we could dispense with the handcuffs, for the
shower?" she asked hopefully.
He slowly shook his head, waving her in. She hesitated.
"Won't they rust?"
He shrugged. "We can always get more."
"If you can get them off us."
He shrugged again.
Sighing, she turned her back to him, and stepped into the warm
sprays. The gunk began to dissolve under the stinging onslaught.
Leigh actually laughed as she spied Kate turning her face into the
nearest spray.
<---===***===--->
Kate tried to ignore the sensations of Leigh's skin. The girl was
soft and silky and slippery as she pushed the soap over her back.
Her breasts were at least as firm as her own, though slightly
smaller, her tummy ticklish.
Leigh sputtered as Kate ran the soap over her face, closing her eyes
and sighing as the goop rinsed away in a kaleidescope of colour.
Kate glanced towards the entranceway. He wasn't there, probably
watching the other girls dry themselves, or perhaps he was asleep,
taking a catnap. She hoped the latter, but understood that the
former was far more probable.
Her cuffed hands worked soap around Leigh's legs. She had to kneel
to lather up Leigh's legs and feet, and the position reminded her of
what she'd been forced to do with Karen. She shivered, her fingers
pausing at the juncture of Leigh's thighs. The girl had her eyes
closed, water running through her still dirty brunette locks above.
Tentatively, she touched the soft curls between Leigh's legs. Leigh
groaned.
"It's okay," Leigh said. When Kate looked up, Leigh's face was
dripping down with a half-smile. "I need to be washed there, and ...
I'm apparently not allowed to do it myself."
"But ..."
"The other girls must have done it. What do you think all the
giggling was."
"Are you going to giggle?"
Leigh laughed. "I might. But I'm not trying to replace Karen."
Kate blushed deeply. "It. It's not like that."
She pulled her fingers from Leigh's wet thighs.
Leigh crouched, the water spilling over her. She raised her cuffed
hands to brush at the water overspilling into her eyes. A dot of
mustard streaked her hair, almost like blonde highlights. Kate's
eyes rested on it, rather than Leigh's eyes.
"This situation is strange, Kate. I'm so fucking aroused, I might
even orgasm in here, if you aren't careful. Girl or not. I had to
lick his damn fingers. We are doing things that we hadn't imagined.
You know?"
Kate nodded.
"It's okay. I don't mind," Leigh whispered.
"You can't climax. You know that, right?" Kate said. She was certain
that he'd punish them for fooling around in here. She didn't know
why -- he hadn't expressly forbidden it of them, but somehow she
just knew.
"You realise that I'm going to have to wash you, too, right?"
No. It hadn't actually occurred to her. She wasn't sure if she could
hold it off, if Leigh wasn't careful.
"I'll be quick. I wish I had a cloth."
Leigh grinned, almost a loopy, carefree grin. Kate knew what she
felt like. It wasn't like they were in here washing each other, by
choice.
"I'm glad you don't," Leigh whispered.
Kate glanced towards the entrance again, a small movement catching
her eye. Lisa, the blonde girl who'd kissed her toes, stood quietly
beside the Timeman, a yellow towel wrapped modestly around her
breasts and middle. She shifted her weight from foot to foot.
Kate swallowed, a bit of shower water slipping between her lips.
Leigh obligingly spread her legs a little, and Kate slipped her
soapy hand between Leigh's legs. She was as soft as she remembered
her own sex to be, though she hadn't touched herself in a long, long
time. Leigh moaned, beginning to tense. Kate lowered her hand as
Leigh began to tremble, her hips rocking.
"Thank, God," Leigh whispered. "I almost ..."
"I know. It doesn't take much here."
After a few minutes, Kate raised her hand again, rubbing the soap
over Leigh's lips quickly. She glanced at the two watching them, and
then with an evil grin, let her middle finger slip between Leigh's
lips. Leigh jumped as if she'd been shocked with a cattle prod,
gasping.
"No. No. Noooo," she spoke to the spray, her words muffled by the
water pouring into her mouth.
Leigh's clitoris was swollen, as Kate knew it would be. It was
probably at least as swollen as her own.
She merely let the one stroke slip between, and then splashed spray
upwards with her palms to rinse Leigh.
Leigh sighed, her face flushed and eyes closed.
When Kate glanced back at the entrance, the two were gone.
<---===***===--->
Leigh shivered as the cooler shampoo ran through her hair for a
second time. The first time, only yellow and the sharper aroma of
vinegar had met the lather, swirling towards the drain beneath the
girl's feet.
The second time, Kate worked her fingers through the long hair, and
lather sprang up, clean and white.
Leigh's hair felt wonderful, soft and squeaky under Kate's fingers.
Leigh sighed, as Kate's fingers rubbed the gunk from her scalp,
cleansing, and purifying her.
Her hair felt like she imagined Karen's might have.
After a long time, she released Leigh. The naked girl turned, giving
Kate a long look, and then dipped her hair back into the spray, the
lather leaving her body and hair to disappear down the drain.
<---===***===--->
Leigh knelt as Kate had, her fingers light and teasing. Slippery
softness slid along Kate's sensitive skin, teasing nipples, and
lips.
One wet finger slipped into the folds, riding forward, circling her
clitoris. And then it was gone, her nerves screaming frustration
into her being.
Kate cried out, oblivious to the man watching her writhing
frustration from the entrance tiles.
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Fingers slipped through her hair, the shampoo wonderful, removing
the grime from her head.
(Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop.)
But the fingers eventually stopped, though they remained tangled in
her red tresses long after Kate herself would have been satisfied
with her cleanliness. With a smile, Leigh glanced towards the
doorway. He wasn't there. Neither was Lisa.
Leigh kissed her, lightly, wetly, on her lips. Electric sparks raced
down Kate's spine, concentrated in her nipples.
Guiltily, Leigh stepped back, into another shower. Kate sighed, not
quite understanding what had happened, but tilted her own hair back
into the spray. The cascading warmth rinsed the last of the goop and
soap from her hair.
She was wonderfully, amazingly, happily, clean.
Simple things.
She sighed again, and allowed the water to run over her bare skin,
scarcely even aware of the handcuffs that remained on her wrists.
<---===***===--->
Confused, Kate blinked, afraid that the water had tricked her eyes
into seeing something that wasn't there.
But when she looked again, Leigh still knelt, her face upturned
towards him. Fully clothed, her nudity emphasised because of it, the
water seemed to bend around him, as if he were covered with a
transparent tarpaulin.
Kate reached up, cleared her ears of soap.
"Please don't make me do it. Please. I've felt it before. We've
done everything you asked."
Water ran over her head, and into Leigh's eyes. The naked, cowering
girl looked miserable again. Almost like a drowned pet.
After another quick shake of her head to clear the last of the soap,
Kate stepped over to the adjacent shower.
Leigh sighed, and pushed with her bound hands until she stood
looking up at their captor.
"Kate? I'm sorry."
"What for?"
Leigh glanced at him, and he shook his head, denying the girl
permission to warn her. That meant something ... unpleasant. Didn't
it?
"Leigh, whatever he makes you do to me, I'll understand."
Leigh gave her a weak smile. "I know. But it's to us."
"Us?"
Leigh nodded. "Stand there," she said.
The warm water cascaded over Kate's head, and she was more than
happy to remain under the spray.
"How long?" Leigh asked him. He'd moved back to the entranceway, his
attention divided between the girls in the shower and the girls
outside. Idly, Kate wondered what the girls in the change room were
doing.
"Until I tell you," he replied. He turned back to the girls in the
change room, ignoring Kate and Leigh for the moment.
Leigh sighed. "I'm sorry," she said.
With that, she twisted the knob marked with a red dot, and quickly
moved to stand beside Kate. It took Kate a moment to realise what
was coming, and longer than that to react.
Leigh's soft hands closed over her upper arm, holding her beneath
the spray. The water cascading over her hair rapidly shifted
temperature, until Kate was sure her skin was going to numb. Within
seconds, she heard Leigh's teeth begin to chatter, and with a start,
she realised that her own were shuddering against her own jaws.
"I. I have to ..."
Kate tried to take a step out from under the frigid water.
"You have to stay here. With me." Leigh moved a little closer, her
body a little warmer where it touched Kate at the thigh and breast.
"He'll tie you under it, until you pass out. We have to do this
ourselves."
Kate shivered, turning towards Leigh a little more.
"I. I. I. I needed. A. Cold. Shower. Honestly. But. This. Is.
Ridiculous," she chattered.
And suddenly, the spray stopped completely, the water no longer
running through her hair, or over her bare body.
Goosebumps rose all over, even in places she didn't know goosebumps
could be. She shivered miserably beside Leigh, as he approached
them.
He stood and watched the cold girls for a few minutes.
"Can I ask why?" Kate asked haltingly. Her lips were probably blue.
The flesh beneath her fingernails certainly was, and Leigh seemed
almost ready to shiver herself to death. Kate couldn't stop her
teeth from chattering no matter how hard she tried.
He smiled, and shrugged.
"I wanted you to remember how this felt."
"I. I will," Kate murmured. The sentiment was echoed by the nude
girl beside her.
"And you both needed a cold shower," he said simply.
(Yes. I think we did.)
Gently, he touched Kate's shoulder, and then Leigh's. The two girls
moved to the adjacent shower where warm water still poured from the
shower head. Together, they huddled under it, letting the
wonderfully warm water sluice through their hair and over their
bodies.
The shivers finally subsided, and she eventually stopped her teeth
from chattering.
(How does he walk in here without getting wet???)
After they had both warmed up, at least a little, he turned the
water off, and they remained together, where the shower had been.
With the sound of the water still ringing in her ears, Kate noticed
the silence again.
He had two towels -- one pink, the other a pale blue. He gave Kate
the pink one, and Leigh held the blue one to her body as they slowly
followed him from the enclosure.
Shower time had ended. But she was clean, and refreshed. She just
wished that she could have showered more ... alone.
<---===***===--->
They stood to the left of the girl named Candice. Kate didn't know
the girl, not personally, but her face was a little familiar --
probably, Kate had seen her in the hallways somewhere prior to the
silent world descending.
The girl was blonde, and slim, and attractive. Idly, Kate wondered
why the Timeman hadn't simply played with Candice. She was ready
made naked, and wet, and would have provided his style of
entertainment.
The pink towel rubbed vigorously through her hair as she stood
facing Candice. Kate's breasts jiggled with the transmitted energy
of Leigh's hands on her head.
"He tormented her," Leigh whispered.
Kate glanced over her shoulder. The Timeman was standing near the
six naked girls that he'd let shower before Leigh and Kate. He was
ignoring the two girls still drying themselves.
"Who?"
"That girl. Candice."
So he had played with her.
"How do you know?"
Leigh sighed. "It was the first time that I'd agreed to strip for
him. He tortured her, hit her with the gun, ripped a huge wound in
her cheek. There was so much blood."
"Oh, God."
"Exactly. I would have done damn near anything to stop her from
hurting. Taking off my clothes didn't seem all that important any
more."
"Did you?"
"Strip?"
Kate nodded. "Strip."
"I would have, but he didn't make me take off my clothes until
later. I think he was just showing me what he could do. Seeing what
I'd agree to do."
"He likes to show off, sometimes. How come she's not bleeding now?"
Leigh shrugged. Kate turned around, and Leigh's hands continued to
run the towel over Kate's skin, rubbing away the remaining water. "I
think. I think that when he returns us to our real time ... I think
we return as if nothing here ever happened."
The girls lapsed into silence. Kate gasped as Leigh quickly ran the
towel over her genitals, not teasing, but quickly and not designed
to arouse. It didn't work. The cold water had dampened her desire,
but not erased it. Her body betrayed her again, and tingled even
after the towel had dropped, Leigh kneeling and carefully wiping
Kate's legs and feet.
Eventually, Leigh rose, seemingly unaware of what her attentions had
caused.
"My turn," she whispered.
<---===***===--->
She'd seen Lisa wrapped in a towel, and in fact, Lisa still stood
with her breasts and body partially blocked from view by a yellow
strip of terry cloth. The other girls simply held the remaining two
towels as he talked to Lisa, their nudity uncovered and revealed.
Leigh lifted her feet at Kate's touch, and Kate ran the towel over
and between the girl's toes. She was dry, or at least as dry as she
could be. Her hair still lay tangled, and damp, but overall, Leigh
looked far cleaner and far happier than she had before she'd stepped
into the shower.
Picking up the pink towel again, Kate carefully wrapped it around
herself. The handcuffs made the manoeuvre more difficult, but she
managed to tuck the edge in above her right breast.
She was under no illusions, he wouldn't allow her to wear it long,
but she enjoyed the sense of civility while it lasted.
<---===***===--->
He handed her a brush -- one of the more expensive anti-static ones.
Kate turned it over in her bound hands.
He raised an eyebrow at the towel, but didn't insist on her removing
it. Leigh stood to her left, similarly wrapped in light blue.
"Who's brush?" Kate asked.
He turned around again.
He pointed to a blonde girl on the other side of the room.
"It worked for the others, I suppose it will work for you."
It felt odd to be using the same brush as the others and of a
stranger, but it was a brush. Better than tangles.
Knowing what was expected of her, she turned to Leigh.
"You first?"
Leigh turned around, presenting her back to Kate. Her brunette locks
tumbled in damp waves down her back, contrasting nicely with the
blue towel.
Getting all the knots out brought tears to Leigh's eyes, but Kate
persevered until the brush ran free through her hair.
After Leigh's hair was brushed out, Kate handed the brush to Leigh.
"My turn," she said.
<---===***===--->
The blonde girl watched him approach, her eyes wary. Somehow, she
knew that he wasn't returning for a simple talk.
Her eyes never left his, even as his hand lightly released the towel
around her, and it tumbled into a heap at her bare feet. Her hands
didn't rise -- there wasn't any point to that after what she'd been
through -- and her gaze never wavered.
"What are you going to do to me, now?" she asked. Despite her
defiant gaze, her voice sounded small, and weak, and afraid, and
resigned.
He smiled.
"I'm going to send your friends back."
Surprise flashed through her eyes, but she remained standing.
"Good," she said.
He glanced to her left, and when the girl followed his look, she
gasped.
"Where?"
"Back where you all started. Clothed. And trying to get a big round
ball to put in a basket. Pointless really."
The naked girl bristled.
"Pointless, like having six naked girls shower before you send them
back into a sweaty phys ed class?"
He smiled. "Something like that."
She stood quietly for a moment, then ventured a simple question.
"What about me?"
He thought for a moment. "Do you want to stay?" he asked.
Lisa stepped back, her calves touching the bench. She sat down.
"Do I want to stay? Here? Naked and a toy for you?"
"Truthfully? You'd be naked all the time, yes."
Lisa took a deep breath.
"You're serious. You are giving me the choice?"
He nodded and leaned back against the lockers. They rattled. The
two girls watched quietly on the other side of the room, wrapped in
towels, as she had been until he'd casually removed it. The girl
glanced at her yellow towel lying crumpled at his feet with a
wistful look on her face.
"What do you think I'll choose?"
He sighed. "This world is strange. It's harsh sometimes, and I know
that you probably don't like your situation. I don't blame you. I
wouldn't like it either, in your place. It's happening, but it
isn't. You are seeing things that you wouldn't get to see
otherwise."
"It's an honour to be captured by you?"
He smiled. The girl was shaking, though he couldn't tell if she was
angry, or scared, or simply nervous.
"No. Not that," he said.
She looked down at her hands, resting easily on her bare thighs.
Some struggle, inside of her, breached her pretty features. He
waited patiently, ignoring the quiet whispering of Leigh and Kate
behind him somewhere.
Lisa didn't look up.
"Why did you give me the choice?"
"Because, I thought you deserved it."
The naked girl sighed.
"I'll let you go back, if you choose to."
"I know," she whispered.
Then she made the decision that he knew that she'd make. But he'd
had to ask her anyway.
She slowly stood, her breasts proudly forward, her eyes clear and
unfazed. She stared at him, survivor strength breaching the distance
between them.
He smiled, knowing what her answer was going to be.
"I want to join my friends," Lisa said, her voice clear.
He thought he heard Leigh breathe a sigh of relief.
"Do you want to say good-bye?" he asked quietly.
Lisa turned to the other two girls. She was the only naked one in
the room, now, with the towels hiding Kate and Leigh.
"Thank you, for making this a little easier," she said simply. She
waved. He didn't turn to see the other two girls wave back.
With a flash of aching concentration, Lisa faded, a happy look
gracing her features.
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The girls could have grabbed his hands, perhaps shielded themselves
for a few more minutes with a struggle, but in the end, the result
would have been the same.
Each girl glanced down at the single finger tucked under the towel,
and between their breasts. To two sighs he pulled, and the towels
fluttered to the ground to reveal their nudity again.
Kate shivered and tossed her wet hair.
"You could have let us wear those a little longer."
He raised his eyebrows. "I didn't say that you could wear them in
the first place. You're damn lucky I don't make you both crawl to
the car."
They looked confused for a moment, but with quick glances at their
former coverings, they mumbled.
"We're sorry," they said together.
It was cute, and he nodded. Exhaustion threatened, and blackness
began to cut into his vision.
He pressed his palms to his temples, waiting for the pain. Had the
simulations been that wrong? Had the simulations led him to endanger
the universe? Again? Was this all the time he would have with the
girls?
"No," he whispered.
The blackness receded. Leigh and Kate watched him with concerned
expressions on their faces.
"Are you all right?" Leigh asked. She stepped forward.
Instinctively, he stepped back, away from her.
"I'm fine."
The blackness wasn't complete, hadn't drowned out the world around
him. He hadn't felt the timelines slipping, the blue haze engulfing
him. No. This wasn't time induced blackness of nothingness. This was
merely because he hadn't slept in far too long, and had maintained
conscious control over the universe around him.
The girls didn't look convinced, but didn't make any more moves
towards him, either to help him, or to assist in his untimely
demise.
Shaking, he drew the weapon from his waistband. The two naked girls
stepped back, away from him, and the unsteady gun. Fear etched into
their features.
"Out," he said. He forced his eyes open again.
The girls kept their eyes on the gun until they softly stepped past
him. They led the way out of the change room.
Once back out in the gymnasium, the former basketball team had
regained the court, free, clothed. The basketball returned to
dribble under Lisa's frozen fingers.
He smiled at the image of the blonde, naked and hog-tied, struggling
across the floor. He willed it away. Other things to concentrate on.
Leigh stood quietly where he placed her, to the side of the change
room. Kate, he released from her cuffs. He handed her a single
shining key from his pocket.
"Chains," he said to her.
The girl nodded, and scampered between the basketball players,
dodging until she began to climb up the bleachers to the the still
frozen audience. Soon, the clinking of the light chain, and the
unsnapping of locks filled the air.
He turned to Leigh, motioning the girl forward. He released her
hands as well, but stopped her when she began to move to join Kate.
Touching her shoulder, she sighed, and turned around, presenting her
bare back to him. Automatically, she placed her wrists together
behind her back.
"I can't help her, if you tie me like this," she said. It wasn't a
complaint, only an observation.
"I want you here."
"Why? You need sleep. The faster we get the chain, the quicker you
can do that, right?"
The girl was perceptive. He nodded as he turned the girl back
around.
He walked to the bricks and slowly sank to the floor near the change
room doors. He extended his legs in front of him and leaned his head
back against the wall. Fighting the tendency for his eyes to close,
he motioned Leigh back towards him, patting his thigh.
Leigh gave him a puzzled look, but obeyed, walking forward on her
clean bare feet, and lowering herself down to join him. She wiggled
around at his urging, and finally settled between his legs, her back
to him, her bound hands touching the floor near his groin. Her hands
weren't touching him, thankfully, but her back rested against his
erection.
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, letting his hands dangle,
the fingertips brushing the tops of her breasts.
The sounds of Kate releasing the audience's ankles floated to them.
"What happens if you sleep?" Leigh craned her neck back and asked.
He shrugged. "Nothing much. The world goes on as it is now, until I
wake up and change it."
"We don't freeze? Go away back to our own time?"
"No. The time flow merely stays in the state that I left it when I
go unconscious. As long as I'm not dead, the timeline should remain
as it is now. My subconscious keeps it alive, I think."
"So why don't you want to sleep?"
He sighed. "We aren't there yet."
"Where?"
"Where we're going."
"You have a plan?"
He laughed tiredly. "Of course, I have a plan."
She hesitated, unsure of whether she wanted to chance her next
words. Eventually, she spoke again.
"It didn't seem like you did. You take girls, until you find one
that you want to keep. Like me and Kate. You torment us until you
find someone that can take your sick games."
"It isn't that simple. Random selection has some sway, but you can't
run a universe like that."
"Isn't it that simple?"
"Not really. Not anymore."
Images of the other girl, the one relaxing on the bench outside of
his control haunted him. Who the hell was she?
"Why are you doing this? You could do so much with this ... talent
of yours. Win at the stock market. Help people. Solve world hunger."
He shrugged. "Perhaps."
"You want control, don't you? You want to control girls like Kate
and I. I can figure out Kate. She's gorgeous. But I'll never be a
model, never at the same sexual appeal level as Kate, or even Lisa."
"You don't give yourself credit, Leigh. You are beautiful, and
you're smart, and your courageous, and strong."
He could feel her blushing, but she didn't turn.
"I'm under your control, even if I don't want to be sitting here,
naked, and talking to you."
"Is it so bad?"
"I want to go back. Like Lisa."
"Sorry, Leigh, we have further to go, you and I. You are more
complex than Lisa. So much more to learn."
The words obviously confused the girl, but she nodded and continued
the conversation anyway.
"I know. I can't help wanting it, though. I'll do whatever you want.
Back isn't all that appealing either. But I wish you wouldn't hurt
us as much as you do."
"Would you remember your place if I didn't?"
The girl didn't respond immediately, obviously thinking about her
answer.
"I might, but Kate wouldn't. I'm not even sure I would."
He smiled, but she wouldn't be able to see it.
"That's why you are here, Leigh."
She shivered, but didn't respond.
"Why do you like hurting us?" she asked quietly.
"I don't know, Leigh. I really don't. Why did you like hurting your
teacher?"
The girl shuddered again.
"I didn't."
"Leigh?"
She was silent for a long, long time. He'd touched her after he'd
forced the girl to hurt her friend and the teacher with the crop.
He'd seen her eyes before she swung it. They reminded him of
himself.
"I don't want to feel these things," she whispered. He'd made her
cry; even with her facing away from him, he could tell.
"If it makes you feel any better, I don't either."
"It doesn't. I'm a girl. Naked and under your damn control. Even
that does it. I don't want to feel these things. I'm too young. I
hate this."
The girl tried to turn, but gently he prevented it.
"Feel what?"
"Sometimes, I. I. I want to hurt. I want to hurt people, too. I
don't. Not like you. But I ... oh, my god ... I want to hurt her. I
want to hurt you. Sexually. Sometimes I want you to hit me, just to
stop me thinking these things."
He smoothed her hair and she squirmed a little under his touch.
"I see," he said slowly.
"Are we really not going to remember any of this?"
"Not a thing. At least the simulations say that. Consequence is
limited to this ... time."
"Like Candice?"
He nodded. "Like Candice."
The girl lapsed into silence, watching Kate work her way slowly
across the bleachers, freeing the students that had watched her
torture under the basketball net. Every so often the girl stretched
and yawned, her fingers reaching for the rafters far above. She
walked to where she'd formed a small pile of locks on a lower
bleacher seat, and dropped a few locks into it with a clatter.
Sighing, she returned to the girl who needed freeing next.
"I don't like this," Leigh whispered.
"Lying here?"
"No. My body. Doing these things to me."
"I know, Leigh. I know."
After a few minutes, he spoke again.
"Remember that photo? In your locker?"
The girl stiffened in his arms. "What about it?"
"Those were your parents, right?"
Leigh nodded, not answering. Her body was like a cat on guard.
"You don't get along with them?"
"They don't understand me. I don't want to talk about them."
He bit his lip. He could force her to talk, all he had to do was
call Kate back, and tie her, and hit her with the crop a few times.
It would take the rest of his energy, and he wasn't sure that Kate
would be able to take any more pain today without cracking, but he
could make this girl talk to him. But whether she told the truth or
not, would be another issue. She had spoken of her dominant
fantasies, and that had been difficult for her, but she wouldn't
talk about this.
He loosened his grasp on her a little. She squirmed deliciously
against him. A moan nearly escaped his lips.
"Should we visit them? I'm sure I can get the address from the
school office, along with emergency numbers for work, if that's
where they are."
Leigh twisted suddenly, and he didn't try to resist her. She faced
him. Tears fell from her eyes.
"Please. I can't stop you from doing that, but if you care about me
at all, even a tiny bit, please don't."
She tumbled back into the position he'd placed her. Her back pressed
into his penis again. She had to be aware of his arousal. She
pressed back against his hardness. He tried to ignore the
sensations.
"Are you trying to protect them?"
The girl sighed and sobbed again. "No," she said simply. He believed
her. She just didn't want to see them. And it wasn't merely because
she was naked, and tied. Even if the girls were clothed, and alone,
no handcuffs on a normal day, she wouldn't voluntarily see them. All
teens disliked their parents, but damn few wouldn't want to see them
when subjected to the things that he'd subjected Leigh to.
"I could force you. I could get Kate over here, and whip her until
she bleeds."
"I know. I'll beg you on my knees, if I have to. I'll crawl for you.
Please. I don't want to see them. Not like this."
He nodded. "All right. We won't go visiting the Cook's."
The girl continued to cry in his lap, and he was at a loss what to
do. Kate had nearly finished her task. Only a few students remained
for her to free near the edge of the stands.
He felt her tense her abdomen, thought she was going to rise. But
she didn't. With the pressure off her arms behind her, she worked
her hands backwards. Her fingertips brushed as his scrotum, sending
chills up his spine.
He groaned.
The sound seemed to encourage Leigh, and her fingers slipped higher,
rubbing gently, but insistently.
Carefully, he pushed her shoulders, not wanting to hurt the girl.
She slipped forward with a last brush of her fingers up his penis.
She shuffled out, turning, her legs curled up beside her.
"Why didn't you let me ... you want this, don't you?"
Instead of answering her puzzled and slightly hurt features, he
inhaled deeply.
"Why did you do that?" he whispered.
"Didn't you like it?"
He nodded. "Very much, Leigh. Why did you do it?"
She hesitated, then spoke. "I wanted to?"
"Did you?"
He could see it was deeper than that.
"I thought ... I thought if I did what you wanted from me, that you
wouldn't need to hurt us anymore. Please."
He closed his eyes as she began to weep again.
"Leigh, sweetheart. I won't hurt you again. At least not until
tomorrow."
"What's tomorrow? Here?"
"After we sleep," he said simply. When he opened his eyes, the girl
remained seated near his shoes, her face downcast, her eyes hidden.
"I didn't mean to offend you," she whispered, but more to her bare
feet than to him.
"You didn't, little one. You didn't."
He watched Kate as she began to gather up the chain in noisy
clatters. He released the audience, making Kate stumble as they
subtly changed position in the blink of an eye.
He closed his eyes again, listening to Leigh cry quietly, and the
sound of chain clattering in the distance.
He started in surprise, as her body heat settled back between his
legs. Her hands remained well away from his groin. His arms
encircled the girl again, and consciousness slipped away.
<---===***===--->
He awoke screaming, as Leigh shifted position slightly, perhaps to
get more comfortable. The girl was naked, and handcuffed. Any
position was probably not optimal for her.
Leigh jumped forward at the sound of the scream, and Kate screamed
herself, and dropped the chains that she held in her arms to the
floor. A few links fell across Leigh's bare feet, which she pulled
back at the touch of the metal.
The girls stared at him, fear slipping through their faces.
"I'm fine. Really. You just startled me," he mumbled.
Leigh scrambled to rise to her feet. Kate bent to help her.
"What happened?" Kate asked as he pushed himself to his feet. He
felt chilled, and achy, like one who gets only an hour sleep after
an all night studying session.
"I fell asleep," he said.
He motioned Leigh to turn around. She did, and he released her
hands. Quickly, he slipped the cuffs back onto her but with her
hands in front of her. Kate held out her wrists obediently, as he
slipped a second pair around the girl. Neither girl protested the
treatment.
Kate bent and began to slip the chain back into the backpack which
lay at her feet. When she was finished, she zipped it, with short
tugs with her bound hands, and then picked it up by the loop on its
top.
He guided the girls towards the exit, towards the front of the
school. He pushed the doors wide, and stepped through.
The two naked girls did the same, but turned to watch as the doors
swung shut, the image of the gymnasium fading like a sunset.
"Good-bye," Kate whispered to nobody in particular.
Suddenly, the world seemed very empty.
He turned and began to walk towards the glass doors of the entrance
of Kresner Collegiate Institute. In a moment, the quiet patter of
feminine bare feet followed through the silence.
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Dawn lay, breathing hard, but still concentrating on the book in
front of her. The cover was ripped in two places, probably where it
had collided with the wall above the headboard when John had chucked
it at her head.
The book didn't help her, except in the therapeutic way that reading
had always helped her. Hawking was brilliant, and if he were awake
with her now, his wheelchair sitting across the room, and his
scratchy voice synth echoing in her head, she had no doubt that he
could figure out the mechanics of this strange and silent world.
But Hawking wasn't here, was he? She was alone, lying on her bed,
tired from the walk here, exhausted from the simple act of releasing
and opening her own front door. Thank God, she hadn't closed her
bedroom door this morning on her way out. She'd had to squeeze
through, her breasts rubbing at the doorframe uncomfortably, but she
had made it. Thank God, she wasn't overweight either.
Her legs disturbed the air as her bare feet swayed. Her eyes never
stopped scanning the pages. Every so often, her fingers flipped a
page, and she would sigh.
Her belly rumbled, and she wondered what, and how, she would eat.
<---===***===--->
She cried out as first one, then another, stripe of pain seared into
her breasts.
(Oh God, no.)
Involuntarily, she screamed out in pain and frustration, curling up
into a ball. Hawking's text rattled off the edge of the bed as her
arm brushed it, clunking to the hardwood in a solemn heap.
(No. No. No. No. No. I didn't try to merge. I didn't.)
(Too late, Pandora. Too late.)
Her wrists seared pain into her; it felt like her entire weight was
hanging from her hands, pinned far above her.
(To a basketball net????)
A name floated to her out of the haze of red, hot pain in her
breasts and wrists. Kate. It was a familiar name. The girl from the
cigarette visions, on the bench. Her mind had a familiar kiss, like
that of a lover.
(Christ. Christ. Christ. That hurts.)
Kate hadn't screamed, somehow, even with the two strokes from the
crop. Dawn had.
(Crop???)
(Kelly.)
"Please don't hit me again."
"Why ever not?"
(Because I'm a fucking human being, and I hurt?)
"They're tired, and scared. They're trying goddamn it."
(Who?)
"Tracy stopped. I even warned her. Twice."
(Tracy??)
"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."
(The pain isn't important, Kate. Tracy can't take much more.)
Screaming, and cradling her breasts beneath her sweatshirt, Dawn
yanked herself out of the vision. Drawing her legs up to her
breasts, she hugged herself and cried.
<---===***===--->
(Not again. Please not again. My poor breasts.)
Her wrists actually hurt a great deal more than her breasts did,
though she could see an angry red stripe slashing across her bare
breasts when she glanced down with Kate. She couldn't control her
crying, or shaking, trying to rise up on her toes to alleviate the
pressure on her wrists. But her ankles were tied, and that made it
so much more difficult. Her calves screamed at her.
(Her breasts? Not mine. They don't even look like mine,
slightly bigger, larger nipples and younger. And a thin red stripe
slashing across them. Oh, God.)
Through eyes blurred with tears, Dawn could see another naked girl,
hands tied above her, ankles bound with rope. The Timeman approached
her, lightly waving the crop.
(Leigh. Leigh Cook.)
(Where the hell did that come from?)
In a flash, Dawn realised that the girls, both Kate and Leigh, were
tied the same way, that her wrists were in agony because she was
practically hanging from metal handcuffs, as Leigh was. Tied to damn
basketball nets.
He seemed to be talking to Leigh, his back turned to her.
Without warning, the crop struck Leigh, though only once. Across
the breasts. Of course. A tingle of sensation cavorted through
Dawn's nerves, and Kate's.
(Oh God. Oh God.)
In the real world, Dawn snatched her hand from her own lower lips,
caressing gently through her jeans, but it had felt sweet. Oh yes.
He hadn't swung the thing as hard as he had against Kate's breasts,
but Leigh screamed anyway. Dawn, cradling her own protected breasts,
sympathised with the bound girl.
(Why was he hitting them?)
(Someone stopped. Simple.)
Dawn drew in a sharp breath. Six other girls, all pretty, all naked,
and all horribly bound in hogties were slowly rocking across the
hardwood floor of the gym court. Each had a look of determination on
her face, to match the grimaces of obvious discomfort.
(Six? Lisa needs to touch my foot?)
Leigh wailed, as if she were being tortured by the Spanish
Inquisition. All girls had different tolerances to pain, Dawn knew,
and she was sure that Leigh felt exactly like that. A witch, strung
up to be tortured into confession.
Her tormentor said something to her, and stepped away and towards
(bleachers? the audience??? Oh, God.)
the stands, where Karen sat quietly watching the game.
The vision faded without Dawn's interference.
Her bedroom swam back into focus. Her breasts still stung, and she
was sure that if she lifted her top, that an angry red stripe would
be across the top of them, perhaps another gracing the curve of the
skin on the bottom, despite the impossibility of the crop having
reached her here.
She didn't lift her top, but sat quietly, trying to concentrate, not
searching for the bluish haze, and trying to prepare for the next
tug. It wasn't over, she was sure. Her breathing rasped in and out
of her lungs.
<---===***===--->
The pain remained in her breasts, but it was fading. She sat
uncomfortably in a hard plastic chair. Her ankles felt strange, the
familiar, and yet unfamiliar, tug of metal
(hobbling)
restricting her movements. Her ankles were sore from
misplaced, and overextended steps. The girl wasn't used to walking
in a hobble. Dawn wasn't either.
She was naked, again, her hands handcuffed behind her back and
behind the chair. Kate sat across the table, her hands in handcuffs,
her face pale and frightened.
"With your fingers, Kate."
(Fingers?)
"Why?"
"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?"
(Like a doggie?)
"Please, no."
Kate slowly picked up a small piece of lettuce, and touched Dawn's
lips.
(I'm Leigh, not Dawn.)
Leigh hesitated, echoed by Dawn. In the silence of her bedroom, Dawn
parted her lips, a stab of hunger rumbling through her belly. The
lettuce was sweet and cold. Leigh chewed slowly, savouring each
flavour of the food.
Dawn swallowed, though nothing but saliva satisfied her real hunger.
(At least he was letting the girls eat.)
(At least he wasn't hitting them any more.)
(Doesn't he ever let them dress?)
(Why would he?)
She pushed, and returned fully to her bedroom, her bottom against
the soft covers instead of the hard plastic of the cafeteria chair.
<---===***===--->
(Ugh.)
Something dripped from her hair, and dropped gooey to her bare
shoulder. The sharp odour of vinegar permeated her nostrils. She
gagged at the sensations. Curiously, she could taste chocolate.
"Oh God. That is so gross," Leigh whispered.
"Yuck," Kate echoed.
Dawn couldn't agree more.
Then came the ketchup, squeezed in a single line adorning her aching
breasts.
Vinegar, sharp and invading overrode the more pleasant aftertaste of
the chocolate. A dribble had made it past Leigh's lips and the girl
reacted as Dawn would have. She spit, discreetly, while he was
turned pouring ketchup on Kate's bare breasts. It didn't clear the
taste completely, but it helped. Leigh pressed her lips together
more firmly, until the worst of the condiments had slipped from her
hair. She wished that she could at least wipe her face, but with her
hands bound as they were, she simply had to sit in her chair and
suffer.
(I lost the race, didn't I?)
(What race???)
In the safety of her room, Dawn's fingers combed through her
relatively clean hair and wiped at her sweatshirt just above her
breasts. The sensations and smells of condiments coated her fingers.
She shook them, trying to rid herself of the gunk. But it stayed,
just at it did for the real girls suffering it.
With a sigh, Dawn wondered about the food thing, but managed to push
herself again from Leigh's consciousness, before he decided to cover
the poor girl in tuna fish, or something.
<---===***===--->
Wonderfully warm water sluiced over her hair and body.
Her wrists ached, and her nipples were uncomfortable as if she'd
been lying against them while sandpaper had rubbed them.
(Not Leigh. Not Kate. Who now?)
Some distant shared memory appeared. The naked girl in front of her
was ... Tyler ... a brunette of considerable beauty accentuated by
the warm water cascading over her trim body. Tyler played forward
for the opposing team. She didn't even go to this school.
(Tyler had won the race, hadn't she? Not really. I did.)
Dawn's fingers rubbed bar soap into the girl's hair while she sighed
in pleasure, and began to massage it into a thick lather of white.
The soap dropped, but Lisa
(Lisa?? Dawn???)
didn't bother to pick it up.
(He might be watching. Best not to bend over, wasn't it?)
She didn't understand why she was in a communal shower, washing
another girl, but she wasn't alone in her task. Four other girls
were washing each other, laughing. Each girl had deep rope marks on
her wrists and ankles, but it didn't seem to faze any of them. They
seemed genuinely happy to be in the shower.
(Why am I in the shower?)
(Because I needed one?)
(Why am I washing Tyler?)
(Because he demanded it.)
Tyler's skin felt silky smooth beneath her fingers.
Dawn's moan echoed through her bedroom, nobody there to hear it, or
wonder what the girl was seeing. Her clitoris pulsed as her hands
continued to slowly move through Tyler's hair.
Dawn moaned again, and managed to push free once more.
<---===***===--->
Her breasts ached, and she sat up sharply. Her mind, confused,
glanced around the bedroom. Her bedroom.
With a start, she yanked her hand from beneath the waistband of her
jeans.
(No. No. No.)
Her breasts were covered in ketchup and goo, and her hair ran
stringy from her head in red and green tinged waves. Her shoulders
stuck to the inside of her sweatshirt.
She swung her legs from the bed, her bare feet cool against the
floorboards. Her feet whispered across the floor, as she held her
arms away from her gooped body. The grime had even run down between
her legs.
(Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.)
She stood before the full length mirror. Her sex throbbed, as she
expected to see herself with condiments spread across her nudity.
Her image, clothed in a sweatshirt, and jeans, her hair blonde and
radiant, stared back at her.
(Not real. Not real.)
But she could still feel the sting of the crop, welts burned into
the flesh of her breasts. The smell of vinegar, and ketchup
overwhelmed her.
(Not real. Not real.)
Slowly, she lifted her sweatshirt. Her bra covered her breasts, but
there was nothing there. Only her. Only Dawn.
A tear squeezed from her eyes and ran down her cheek like vinegar.
(I don't want this. I don't want this.)
In one quick motion, she tossed the sweatshirt onto her bed. Her
jeans, panties, and bra followed. She stared at her nakedness for a
few minutes before she walked purposely towards the bathroom.
<---===***===--->
Would it work?
Knowing her luck, it wouldn't. Where would the pressure come from?
Where would the hot water come from? In what land of insane physics
could a shower possibly work without time?
(Paradox prevention, Dawn my girl.)
With an effort, nothing short of Herculean, she pushed her bubble
again until she felt it intersect with the shower wall. Inside the
wall, she could feel the pipes, and the mists of time converging.
(What was there, will be the result. Effect and cause,
all mixed up.)
It didn't make any sense to her. She wasn't sure that it *could*
make sense. She stepped aside, rising on her bare toes to avoid a
possibly scalding spray. Slowly, she twisted the knob counter
clockwise.
She almost screamed, as warm water, wonderfully warm water fell. She
stepped under the spray and laughed.
<---===***===--->
It filled her mouth. She swallowed. It filled her mouth again. The
water was warm, and didn't taste particularly good, but she drank
deeply of it.
(Can I get another tap to work?)
She didn't know the answer to that, but the water falling from the
shower head quenched the thirst that she didn't know that she had.
The sensations of the condiments washed away with the touch of the
spray, but the phantom welts from the crop remained, though subdued,
upon her bare breasts.
She soaped quickly, and washed her hair.
She could almost believe that this was a normal day, a normal shower
in a normal house. If her nipples, and her clitoris, and her breasts
didn't ache quite so much, she wouldn't have known that this shower
was any different than any other that she'd ever taken.
<---===***===--->
With a start, she yanked the wonderfully soft water from massaging
her intimately. Gasping at the loss of sensation against her
clitoris, she stumbled and pressed the hand held lover back into its
slot.
She touched the temperature control, pushing it further towards
blue. The water falling over her head immediately began to cool
until it was positively cold.
It wasn't as cold as what Leigh and Kate had been forced to stand
under -- some red remained in Dawn's shower -- but as her teeth
began to chatter, she reached to shut off the flow, something the
other girls were denied.
As the water began to drip, and she lowered herself to the tub, feet
outstretched, her body shivering.
(Why, even after a cold shower, was her clitoris demanding
attention?)
She'd always had a healthy interest in sex, but this was ridiculous.
(The visions. The other girls.)
She shook her head, water dripping from her hair across her bare
shoulders.
(The visions. You have to stop the visions.)
She sighed. She knew that.
<---===***===--->
She was naked, her bare feet whispering through a doorway. She had
no idea which girl she was this time, but she thought it was Kate.
Slowly, she and the other girl turned. Her hands were cuffed,
relatively comfortably in front of her. The sight of the handcuffs
on her wrists drove more desire into her sex. She tried to ignore
the sensations.
The two double doors though which Kate, or Leigh, and Dawn had
passed began to close.
"Good-bye," the girl whispered.
They wouldn't be coming back here, and she was going to miss it.
She'd been tied there, and suffered there, but it was familiar. Now,
the world beckoned.
Slowly, the girl turned from the closed doors and hurried after the
Timeman.
The vision faded as quickly as it had begun.
<---===***===--->
She tilted her head back against the tile, sighing.
She didn't know where they were, or what they were doing, but she
couldn't sit naked in her bathtub all day. She'd escaped the
classroom, escaped the college, and managed to get herself clean.
Her sex throbbed, as did her nipples.
Slowly, she pushed herself up, careful not to slip against the
porcelain. No doctors here either. And she doubted if the Timeman,
even if he were aware of her presence, would be anxious to help her
if she were hurt.
He'd probably whip her, if he could get his hands on her. The crop
sinking into the flesh of her breasts.
She reached for a towel, remembering to extend her time bubble to
encase it. She stared into the fogged mirror for a long time before
she wiped the mist off it, and her naked image stared back at her.
"I have to find them," she whispered.
Chapter 66
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Crimson Dragon - All Rights Reserved
The soft grass changed to harsh asphalt beneath her bare feet as
Kate stepped over the protective curb and into the parking lot. Rows
of cars and mini-vans and sport utilities dotted the spaces. The
asphalt reminded Kate of the smoking area out back of the school.
She glanced in that direction and shivered.
"You wouldn't happen to know which car Jessica drives, would you?"
Kate slowly shook her head.
"Who's Jessica?"
Leigh answered quietly. "It's Miss Chamber's first name." The naked
girl turned to the Timeman. "Why do you care which car she drives?"
He held up a key, the sunlight reflecting off of it, crawling across
Leigh's bare skin briefly like a butterfly tickling her belly and
her hips.
"It's a Toyota," he said, reading the brand from the key.
Leigh shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
"Where'd you get that?"
"From her purse," he said simply. He handed the girl the key. "The
brand should narrow down the search."
Leigh flashed him a puzzled look, but at his impatient motion,
trotted towards the cars, reading their grills. Kate watched as the
girl moved away from them, at every Toyota, Leigh detoured grasping
the key in her bound hands, and trying it in the door locks.
"Why do you need ... Jessica's ... car?" Kate asked quietly.
He hadn't said anything for a while, and she was afraid that he
might strike her for breaking the silence. Instead, he grasped her
elbow lightly, and guided her back to the curb over which she'd just
stepped. At his urging, she lowered herself to sit on the concrete.
It was cool against her bare backside. Kate stretched out her legs,
keeping them carefully together, her heels resting against the
blacktop.
He lowered himself beside her, but not touching her. He closed his
eyes.
"Can I sit in the grass?" Kate asked.
He shook his head. "Hopefully, Leigh will find the car soon."
Kate glanced up. Leigh continued her slow search, frustration
evident on the girl's face, even from a distance.
Kate sighed, the simple denial of her request flooding her being.
She had to ask where she was allowed to sit; she had to accept his
whims. It was frustrating, and in a strange way, almost erotic.
"Why do we need Jessica's car?" Kate asked again.
This time, he answered.
"We have to go downtown."
"Downtown?"
"You know, where the skyscrapers are?"
Kate sighed. "Why?"
He didn't answer her, instead, glancing over at Leigh. The girl had
moved to the last row, the cars parked up against a chain link fence
that separated the school grounds from a strip mall.
The silence stretched. One of Leigh's sighs tickled Kate's hearing
as the girl found yet another Toyota that refused to admit her.
"Why not unfreeze a bus? Or take the subway? There have to be a ton
of girls that you could play with there."
He laughed, turning his eyes back to Kate.
"This isn't only about playing with naked girls." His finger brushed
at her bare breast. She was getting used to his casual touches, and
she didn't flinch. "I need sleep, Kate. Otherwise, I get cranky. I
doubt if you want to see me cranky."
Kate nodded slowly. No. She didn't want to see him cranky, and it
bothered her that she was powerless to prevent it, if he ever
managed to get into that state.
He continued.
"And besides which, do you know how to drive a bus? I don't. And
while, I suppose, I could force the bus driver to do it, we'd
have to find a bus first. And as for the subway, think about it. If
I unfroze a train, yes, it would be fun, assuming that there was one
in the station." His eyes lit up a little. "Lot's of poles and
handrails to cuff the two of you to." At this suggestion, Kate paled
a little. "But what happens when I want it to move? Don't you think
there would be another train in the tunnel ahead? And if I don't see
it fast enough, because I'm tired."
"Crash," Kate whispered.
He smiled. "Smart girl. Maybe we'll investigate a subway at some
point, but not today. We'll take the Toyota, this time, if Leigh can
find it. Okay?"
Kate nodded, pursing her lips.
When she glanced up from examining her bare toes, Leigh was hurrying
across the parking lot, grimacing as she stepped on something sharp
on the pavement. The Timeman had his eyes closed again.
Leigh stopped in front of him, a puzzled look on her face. He
didn't open his eyes. The key dangled loosely from her fingers.
Leigh looked at Kate, who shrugged.
Leigh took a breath, and leaned down to touch his shoulder. When he
still didn't respond, she gently shook his shoulder.
(Oh, God. He's dead. He died beside me, and we'll never
get home, much less out of these damn handcuffs.)
He stirred.
"Janey? Time for your bath ..." he murmured sleepily.
His eyes fluttered open, taking in Leigh's naked form standing in
front of him with a start of surprise.
"You're not Jane," he muttered, blinking his eyes rapidly.
Then recognition flooded back, and he wearily pushed himself to his
feet. Leigh backed up a little.
The naked girl handed him the Toyota's key, and turned.
"That one," she announced. His gaze followed her pointing arms. Kate
gazed over towards the fence.
The car was compact, and a deep shade of forest green. It didn't
look new, but neither did it look particularly old.
He extended his hand downwards. Kate grasped it, and pulled herself
to her feet.
"Thank you," she whispered.
They walked in silence to the small green car. The driver's door was
open, as Leigh had left it. He glanced in, then straightened.
He turned to Leigh, holding the key out to her.
"You drive."
Leigh looked stricken, and backed away from the key.
"I. I can't," she whispered.
"Pardon me?"
The girl looked like she was holding back tears.
"I. I've never driven before."
He regarded her. "You've never driven?"
She shook her head.
"No time like the present to learn. Doesn't matter if you hit
anyone."
"But," she murmured, "it's standard." Despite her protestations, she
took the key from his hand.
He glanced back into the car. Sure enough, a stick shift stood proud
between the seats.
"Every girl should know how to drive standard," he said, unmoved.
Kate took a deep breath. "If you like, and you can't drive standard,
I can. I learned on a standard. We'll get wherever you want to go a
lot faster than forcing Leigh to learn, now."
He turned slowly towards Kate, his face thoughtful. "I can drive
standard," he said slowly.
Nevertheless, he plucked the key from Leigh's palm. Leigh's face
registered her relief. He handed the shiny metal to Kate, who held
it lightly between her right thumb and forefinger. Leigh mouthed:
"Thank you," as he turned back towards the car.
Inside, he fumbled with the driver's seat. It rocked forward with a
clatter.
Quickly, he released Leigh's hands, and recuffed her wrists behind
her back. She looked up at him pleadingly, but he ignored her,
leaving her hands behind her back.
"If you aren't driving then you don't need your hands."
Silently, she turned back around to face him.
"You don't need to tie me up at all," she said.
He nodded, but guided the bound girl to the backseat.
"If you'd rather be free, we could put you in the trunk."
She paled, and shook her head. She looked almost as tired as he
looked. Kate whispered a quick prayer of thanks that neither Leigh,
nor the Timeman were going to attempt to drive. She would feel a lot
safer being control of the vehicle.
She laughed inside. She would be controlling a vehicle more than she
had control over her own destiny.
Leigh descended into the car awkwardly, his hand on the top of her
head, almost as if she were a police prisoner.
The back seat of the car was almost non-existent, but Leigh didn't
complain. She shifted around gracefully until she was sitting
sideways, knees bent, bare feet against the sidewall of the car. The
naked girl leaned her head back against the glass, and she closed
her eyes.
"It's hot in here," she said before falling silent.
The seat clattered back, and he motioned Kate to enter.
She did, settling her bare body into the driver's seat. He closed
her door, and rounded the front of the car to slip in the passenger
side. Kate fumbled with the key, but it slipped easily into the
ignition.
"Where are we going?" she said.
She watched as he carefully slipped the seatbelt around his shoulder
and hips. The lack of a seatbelt around her unnerved her a little.
He didn't answer her, but settled into the seat and leaned his head
back against the headrest. Glancing in the review mirror, she could
see Leigh, eyes still closed. She didn't think the girl was asleep
yet, but given her day, it was a possibility.
"Drive," he said.
Instead of doing as he asked, Kate held out her hands towards him.
He opened his eyes, and glanced at her posture, shaking his head.
"You have to be kidding, I can't drive with these things on?"
"Why not?"
Kate raised her eyebrows. "Because it's a stick shift?"
He laughed. "So don't drive too fast, and be careful when you shift
gears."
"I'll have to let go of the steering wheel. You're kidding."
He shook his head.
"God," she said. "If I crash us, I don't want to be blamed."
"Oh, I'll blame you," he said simply, and leaned back again.
With a sigh, she fit her bare feet over the pedals, testing them.
The clutch moved easily, the gas pedal moved more stiffly than she
was used to. A strange car, and he wanted her to drive handcuffed
and naked. Wonderful.
She depressed the clutch, and twisted the key. The engine purred to
life. At least Miss Chambers maintained the thing.
Getting the vehicle into first was a challenge, and she hopped it to
a soft curse from Leigh in the back who banged her head against the
window.
"Sorry," Kate said. The jolting start hadn't seemed to bother the
Timeman.
She restarted the car, and moved the clutch more carefully. The car
slid into motion.
She thought he was asleep already, but as she slowed at the school
entrance, he said: "Left."
She turned the wheel left, and they moved onto the strangely
unmoving roadway.
"Where are we going?" she asked again.
He told her. She raised her eyebrows, but navigated the car between
a stopped car at a red light, and a cyclist. The car only barely
fit, and she stalled it again, but managed to restart it before it
stopped rolling.
When she glanced back over into the passenger seat, he was asleep,
his chest rising and falling rhythmically. Leigh appeared to be
sleeping in the back seat, too.
She cracked her window, to let some of the dry radiant heat escape
from the interior. The low whistle of the wind reminded her of a
world that wasn't anymore. At least for her.
"Sleep well," she said.
<---===***===--->
The road was clearer here, and while she couldn't drive at highway
speeds, she didn't have to navigate stopped cars that were
impossibly close together.
At a stop light, before finding Lakeshore, she had scratched the
Corolla horribly, against a Mercedes. But the car had fit through,
without waking the Timeman. Leigh had murmured something in her
sleep as the screech had penetrated the car, but hadn't woken up
fully either.
Now, the car was moving at a steady forty kilometres an hour,
according to its speedometer, hardly highway speeds, but after the
crowded side streets, it was heaven. The road rose onto an elevated
highway. An overhead sign indicated the direction to downtown.
For a second, she considered it, swallowing heavily. Her bare foot
touched the brake pedal for a moment, giving her time, if she wanted
it.
Steer to the right, just a touch.
(I could do it. End it right here, and right now.)
(What?)
(End it.)
(Don't be stupid, Katie.)
(What am I going to do?)
The sign standard looked strong enough to stop them, or at least to
launch them from the elevated roadway. Cars tumbled from there all
the time, didn't they? People driving like lunatics, jumping the
guardrail?
(How many of them survived?)
(Not many.)
She glanced at him again, sleeping peacefully unaware. If she
crashed the car, he might not even wake. What if she survived,
handcuffed and naked and alone in a silent world? She glanced at
Leigh, sleeping in the back. What would she want her to do, given
this opportunity?
He was wearing a seatbelt, the girls weren't, by design, or
accident, she didn't know. But those were the facts.
A horrible image of Leigh launched through the windshield, her
broken and bound body hitting the light standard, flashed through
Kate's mind. If she didn't die immediately, then what? The same
image replayed, but with Kate's own ribs broken and protruding from
her chest, where they'd impacted with the steering wheel. And him,
his seatbelt safely around him, laughing at them, naked and
suffering.
She shook her head.
She didn't want to die.
The car rolled slowly under the overhead sign, and Kate let her
breath out. A single tear rolled down her face, and she blinked it
away.
The engine didn't quite stall, and she geared down awkwardly to keep
the car in motion. The highway opened up in front of her. Her bare
foot depressed the accelerator a touch more. She smiled as the sound
of the wind increased near her left ear, fluttering her clean hair.
After she'd rolled under that sign, a freedom infused her. Yes, she
was naked, and restrained, but she was free, in a strange way. The
tune flooded her, before she could stop it.
"Get your kicks ... on Route ... 66 ..." she sang under her breath.
Another overhead sign, proclaiming: 'Jarvis Street - Next Right'
flew over the car as she dodged a van parked under it.
She smiled, and began to decelerate. The next exit would take them
where he wanted to go. She didn't know why they were going there,
but hopefully, finally, everyone would be able to get some rest.
Chapter 67
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Crimson Dragon - All Rights Reserved
She pulled the small car up to the curb, fumbling with the ignition
until the purring engine died. Stopped cars and pedestrians littered
the downtown streets, while silent skyscrapers reached for the
motionless sun. By Kate's reckoning, it should be far closer to
darkness than the sun overhead would indicate. Her mind boggled.
(He stopped the sun??)
And that was only counting the time since he had unfrozen
her.
The Toyota was double parked, but Kate seriously doubted if anyone
would care. She reached for the door handle, pulling it with both
bound hands. The door swung open, but only to a point. Before the
edge had travelled ten centimetres, it collided with a jolt with
something invisible but terribly solid. For a moment her mind was
confused, her eyes searching in vain for the obstruction.
The old frozen air trick. She glanced at the Timeman, sleeping in
the passenger seat. Was he awake? Kate was reasonably sure that
Leigh still slept in the back seat.
Kate closed the door with a quiet chuff, and reached out tentatively
to his shoulder.
(What am I doing? If he's asleep, he isn't hurting anyone.)
Kate sighed. She didn't want to spend the rest period in the
too-small confines of the car. And both the Timeman, and Leigh,
would be sore if they slept like they were. She didn't care so much
about his comfort, but she didn't want to see what he would be like
cranky. No sirree.
He didn't wake with the first touch. Gently, she shook his shoulder,
the chains between her wrists jingling softly.
"Sir?" she said quietly. Leigh stirred at the sound of her voice,
but all the Timeman did was gently push her fingers from his
shoulder.
"Sir?" Kate said a little louder. "We're here."
"What?" He sat up, rubbing at his eyes. He seemed surprised to be
there. He glanced out the window at the tall buildings like a steel
and concrete forest around them. Leigh pushed herself up awkwardly
in the backseat, blinking her eyes and groaning.
"We're here. Where you wanted to be. At the hotel."
"Hotel?"
"Harbour Castle?" She paused. "That's where you told me to drive. We
made it. Barely."
He looked puzzled for a moment, then relaxed. He slipped the seat
belt from his body, and twisted.
"You awake, back there?"
"Yes, unfortunately," Leigh murmured. The naked girl in the backseat
tried to stretch out her legs, flexing her toes. Her knees made
small cracking noises.
He reached for the door handle and swung his door open.
"God, I'm tired," he remarked as he stumbled around to open Kate's
door. For him, it opened easily, nearly hitting the Acura that Kate
had double parked beside.
"Any problems?" he asked her, as he helped her out. The pavement
downtown was slightly warmer than that in her school's parking lot.
"Just a wayward overhead sign on the expressway."
"You took the expressway?" he said as he pushed her former seat
forward and reached in to help Leigh extract herself from the
backseat.
"There were fewer cars to get in the way."
Kate glanced at the side of the car. A big blue scratch ran the
length of the Toyota, clashing with the metallic green finish.
"I had a run in with a Mercedes, and, well, I didn't want to wake
you."
He nodded, shrugging. He didn't seem to care if the car was damaged.
Why would he?
Leigh stumbled out of the car and nearly fell to her knees.
"I don't like it back there. I feel nauseous."
He smiled, and supported her elbow rather than let the girl fall.
"Car sick?"
"A little. Since I was a little girl. Never quite grew out of it."
He nodded. "No more car trips until tomorrow."
Leigh sighed, and hitched herself up.
"Can we take these things off, now?"
He shook his head, and instead of releasing Leigh, he returned to
Kate. Resigned, she allowed him to remove her cuffs, and then placed
her hands behind her, to permit him to recuff her with her hands
behind her back. She pulled at her bonds, but knew that she wasn't
getting herself free. She was in them until he decided to free her.
"Why are we here?" Leigh asked, looking up. The Westin towered over
them against the skyline of the lake.
"Need some sleep."
"You live here?"
He laughed. "No, silly. I just always wanted to stay here."
Leigh shook her head, as if to deny that she was forced to ride
naked and handcuffed in the back of a Mini equivalent only to
satisfy a whim of her captor.
With that, he touched their shoulders and had them walk slightly
behind him as he wearily climbed the stairs to the lobby.
<---===***===--->
The lobby screamed money, fountains and marble and suits and
cocktail dresses. Kate hesitated as she slipped, after Leigh,
through the revolving glass doors. The doorman, who should have
offered to help her through, or taken her bags, if she had any,
simply stared out at the passing pedestrians.
On second thought, his eyes seemed to be resting on a pretty girl of
about eighteen, her blouse open three buttons, walking rapidly
towards the train station. Kate shook her head, and hurried to catch
up to Leigh and the Timeman.
She didn't know what he was doing, but he leaned over the marble
counter while the two girls stood and watched. The marble was warm
and smooth beneath her feet.
At last, he hopped down, and turned to face the girls. The blue
pack swung crazily for a moment in his right hand.
"She pretty enough?"
Confused, Kate answered, "Who?"
And then she knew. The girl was perhaps twenty-five, probably
working the desk as a stepping stone to hotel studies in college.
Her face, while not perfect, was pretty, and her breasts filled out
her uniform nicely. Whatever was beneath the desk was hidden from
Kate's eyes.
"You don't need her," Kate said slowly. "You need sleep. Anything
else," and she hesitated here for a minute, but if it meant saving
the girl, "and I mean anything else, I can do for you."
He laughed easily, some of the exhaustion slipping from his
features. "I know you can, Kate, but it isn't fair."
(No. It isn't fair at all. It's not fair that I'm standing
here like this. Not fair what you are about to do to that girl.)
"I can't stop you," Kate whispered.
She watched as he pulled the gun from his waistband. Kate wished
that she could cover her ears, because she suspected that he was
going to use it.
The girl began to move, her eyes downcast onto something she
shuffled beneath the desk. Without looking up, to find out why the
world was suddenly quiet, she spoke to her hands.
"Welcome to the Westin. How can I help you," the brunette girl said.
"I was wondering if you accepted pets at this hotel," he said
quietly.
"We have a no pets policy at the hotel, but if the animal is quiet,
then sometimes we can get manager's approval. What kind of pet did
you have in ..." her voice trailed off as she raised her brown eyes
to take in the strangely silent and motionless world. Her eyes
travelled from him initially to stare at Kate and Leigh, both still
bound and naked waiting quietly.
"Sir? You can't. You can't ..."
"I can't bring my two pets in here?"
"They? Uh. Sir. Please," the girl said almost hysterically. Her
mind was beginning to process that none of the other patrons, nor
staff was moving to help her.
Kate sighed. Leigh looked too tired and dazed from her sleep, to
help.
Kate stepped forward, brushing past the Timeman, until her breasts
nearly touched the marble of the counter top. The girl watched her
approach in silence, as if she were an apparition, something to deny
her existence in her orderly world.
"Kate ..." the Timeman said, almost uncertainly.
Ignoring him, Kate dropped her voice to a whisper.
"What's your name?" she asked the girl.
"Rachel," the girl said hesitantly. "Why are you ... ? What is he
... ?"
Kate did her best to smile, and rattled her handcuffs.
"I'm Kate. Rachel, I know this won't make sense to you. If I were
you, I wouldn't believe me either. Why am I naked? Because he wants
me like this. Why am I handcuffed like this? Because he forced me to
wear them. Or else he hurts the people I care about until I do what
he wants. I don't want any of this any more than you want to see me
naked. Please, Rachel, I don't want to see you hurt as well."
"You don't even know me. Why is the world like ... this?" Rachel
indicated the lobby with a sweep of her arm. Her eyes were wide, and
disbelieving.
(That's what I looked like the first time he asked me to strip.)
"I don't know you, but I don't want to see your blood anymore than I
want to see Leigh's," Kate whispered. The girl paled a little at the
mention of blood. "He controls this world, it's different than the
one you are used to. The other people around, they can't see or hear
you, unless he unfreezes them. I don't think he will. He only
unfroze you, because you're pretty, I think. Screaming is futile,
though he likely won't hurt you if you want to try it. Please,
Rachel, do what he says."
"Will he rape me?" she asked, backing away from the desk.
Kate shook her head. "I don't know, Rachel, but I don't think so.
I'm like this, and he hasn't raped me yet."
Rachel nodded, fright still obvious in her brown eyes.
With that, Kate felt his hand at the base of her neck, twining into
her hair and gently tugging her from the counter. Kate didn't
resist, far too tired to resist.
"I'll go," she said quietly, and he released her hair. She padded
back to Leigh who shrugged with a jingle of chain.
He brandished the gun at the frightened girl behind the desk.
<---===***===--->
Her ears were ringing, and she was almost sure that the bullet had
ricocheted and almost taken off her right ear.
(Christ.)
Still Kate stood naked, her legs shaking. Rachel screamed and began
pulling her uniform jacket from her shoulders. The terrified girl
dropped the fabric to the floor behind the desk. Kate watched Rachel
as she bent to pull off her skirt and kick it from her body.
Instead of watching the girl strip, he walked back to Kate.
"I didn't ask you to do that," he said.
"Do what?"
"Talk to her."
Kate shook her head. She could barely hear him over the ringing in
her ears. "If I hadn't, she'd have been too frightened to do what
you want. At least this way, she sees another naked and helpless
girl, and she knows that she isn't alone. I just thought it might
speed up the process. You want her for something, and I think we all
need rest before you kill someone." Kate paused for a moment. "And
you didn't need to do that, either."
"Do what?" he said with a smile.
(You know damn well what.)
"Shoot at her."
"I missed, didn't I? She didn't want to strip."
"Of course, she didn't want to strip. I didn't want to strip for
you. Leigh didn't want to strip for you. None of us want to be
naked."
"I have my own way to speed things up," he said with a smile.
Rachel dropped her bra to the ground, out of sight behind the
counter. He turned to watch the trembling girl.
"Please don't shoot me. I don't want to die," the brunette girl
said.
"Just do what he says, and he won't kill you," Leigh said quietly.
Her voice wavered, almost as if she were sexually aroused by what he
was doing to the girl. Kate was aroused, but only marginally.
Rachel sobbed, but bent dipping out of sight, and then rose.
Probably, Kate thought, kicking off her panties.
"I'm naked," Rachel said. "Okay? You've seen me, though I have no
idea why you wanted to.
(You know damn well why he wanted to.)
Please can I get dressed now?"
Ignoring her plea, he sidled up to the counter and whistled. Rachel
blushed, her arms automatically covering her breasts.
"What do you want?" she cried.
"The key to the bridal suite."
"What?"
"The bridal suite. You have one, right?"
"It. It's occupied."
"So?"
"But. The couple hasn't checked out yet."
He laughed. "Make a key for the room, Rachel." He levelled the gun
so that it aimed between her bare breasts. Rachel looked right and
left, but no help was forthcoming. He waved the gun and the girl
began to rummage in the drawer under the counter. She slipped the
card into a reader, and pressed some keys on the computer.
"I could lose my job for ..."
He laughed, and she blushed again, finding her priorities in life,
and letting her voice trail off. She handed him the card.
"Room 1024," Rachel whispered. "Can I get dressed now?"
"I need a porter."
"What?" And then Rachel looked up and pointed at the man that Kate
had watched ogling the eighteen year old girl walking down the
street.
He laughed again. "Look at who's around me. Do you think I want him
to carry up my bag?"
He deposited the bag on the counter. It jingled.
"Please, let me go."
"In time," he said.
"If I carry your bag up, will you let me go?"
He considered it for a minute. "I'll let you go if you carry up the
bag."
She reached down to pick up her bra.
"Rachel?"
She rose, her underwear clutched in her right fist.
"I don't like my women clothed, in case you didn't notice."
"Please, no."
"And the elevators don't work," he said.
"Please, no."
Kate found her voice. "Trust me, Rachel, he'll make you do it. Just
carry the bag for him. Dance if he wants it, and thank God that he
didn't tape cigarettes to your nipples."
Rachel paled, and began to move down the counter.
"Where are you going?" the Timeman asked quietly.
Rachel turned and pointed. "I'm coming out. Without my clothes. The
door is over there. Please." She began to raise her hands above her
head. The gesture pulled her breasts up.
"Just climb over the counter, where I can see you."
She paled, as if she were aware of the spectacle that it would
cause, but with another glance at the still smoking gun, she sighed
and began to climb nakedly up until she was sitting on the marble of
the counter. Her bare feet swung idly.
He stepped towards her, placing his hands around her waist. She
grimaced and closed her eyes as he touched her, but allowed him to
lift her down. She stood as soon as her feet touched the marble. He
towered over her. She was typical height, perhaps five foot two, but
well proportioned.
She turned and grasped the backpack.
"Just the one?" she eyed the bag skeptically.
"Does it look like Kate or Leigh require a suitcase?"
Rachel shook her head. The backpack dangled at her thigh.
"Put it on," he said.
Rachel closed her eyes, and donned the pack over her shoulders,
adjusting the straps for her frame. Her breasts emerged to peek
between the straps.
"Where are the stairs?"
Rachel pointed to a door beside the elevator banks.
Kate took a quick look around the lobby. Nobody had moved, except
for Rachel. Behind the counter, Kate could see a flash of Rachel's
white bra sitting against the grey marble.
The world seemed a very lonely place.
He ushered Kate and Leigh through the door first, then Rachel. He
followed. For some reason, their footsteps echoed as each girl
ascended. His footfalls sounded flat and hollow in his shoes. They
didn't speak until they reached the tenth floor.
<---===***===--->
Her mouth was soft, and salty to taste, though she was breathing
hard from the climb. Kate was having trouble controlling her
breathing, too. Ten flights were more than she was used to,
especially barefoot with her hands pinned behind her back. Kate
tried to ignore that she was kissing another girl, again, and even
returned the kiss in an effort at making him happy. If he was happy,
perhaps he'd let Rachel go without whipping her. Perhaps a simple
female-female kiss would appease him, this time.
The blue pack sat at Rachel's bare feet where she'd slipped it off.
And then he'd told her that she would be let go if she kissed Kate
and then Leigh. Rachel had looked skeptical, as if she expected to
have more and more requirements heaped upon her until she was having
sex with him for her freedom. But she also looked resigned, her eyes
following the gun that he still hadn't returned to his waistband.
The naked girl hadn't even protested, but moved towards Kate.
"I'm sorry," Kate whispered. And then their lips met, and her pulse
increased.
(It's a girl, dammit!)
(I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.)
And then her lips were gone. Unfortunately, the arousal wasn't. But
Kate could live with it. It wasn't raging, like when she was hit in
front of people, helpless and naked, and unable to defend herself.
(Oh! That helped.)
Rachel walked over to Leigh. Leigh sighed, and bent her head. The
two naked girls kissed for a minute, and then Rachel lowered herself
from her toes to face the Timeman.
"Please will you let me go now? I kissed them like you asked."
"You've done that before?"
"Kissed Kate? Leigh? Of course, not."
"Kissed a girl."
Rachel shook her head. "I've kissed lots of boys. Why am I telling
you this?"
"Because I asked you to."
And suddenly the girl was gone, fading with a puff of blue smoke,
probably back to her oblivious position behind the desk.
"She has nice breasts," he remarked as he bent to pick up the bag.
The room key flipped through his fingers.
"She could kiss, too," Kate murmured, but low enough that he
couldn't hear her.
He slipped the key into the lock, a short beep emerged.
The numbers on the double doors read 1024. Kate stared at them for a
long time. The carpet under her bare feet felt soft and luxurious,
especially after the marble and the asphalt before.
Leigh stepped over the threshold and gasped. He smiled, a tired
smile, and ushered Kate towards the open door.
She followed Leigh, slipping into the bridal suite.
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The carpet changed from smooth to a more full texture beneath her
feet as Kate stepped over the threshold. Her immediate reaction,
upon gazing across the scene, was to cover herself, which, with her
hands cuffed behind her was quite impossible.
A young woman, perhaps in her early twenties, reclined in heart
shaped tub near the windows. Bubbles surrounded her, covering her to
the base of her throat. She'd been frozen with her eyes gazing
towards the textured ceiling, and away from the windows, in front of
which the tub sat. The windows, at least near the tub, were smokey,
perhaps with frozen steam.
Through the plate glass, the lake spread out in panoramic splendour.
A man, perhaps in his late twenties, or early thirties, sat on the
step to the tub, a plate of fruit under his fingers. He was looking
at the girl in the tub, of course, preparing to pick up a
strawberry, though whether it was for him, or for her, Kate couldn't
tell. The man was wearing a rumpled tuxedo, the shoes shiny against
the tile by the tub, the cummerbund in a slash of purple under the
plate.
A small sitting room spread out between the cuffed girls, populated
with the small entranceway, two plush sofas, and a coffee table. A
large, but obviously service industry quality, television, turned
off, sat upon a dresser, a wire, almost like a noose, wrapped around
it, and plugged into the back. It looked a little out of place in
the luxurious room.
A crumple of fabric lay near the second sofa. Kate couldn't see
exactly what it was, but it reminded her of the blankets one might
find on a comfortable king size bed. Perhaps the couple had dragged
them out here from the bedroom before she settled into the tub.
Another door led off to the girls' left, presumably towards a
separate bedroom, where mirrors and mints probably graced the
ceilings and pillows respectively.
The door shut quietly behind her, and Kate turned slowly, a flush
rising unbidden to her face and features.
The Timeman looked positively exhausted, nearly asleep on his feet.
He dropped the backpack at his feet and kicked off his shoes,
sighing. Kate wondered if his control of the world might be
more than he was capable, physically. His condition notably had
deteriorated after he had returned Rachel to her boring desk job.
"What now?" Kate asked. She glanced at Leigh. The other girl looked
exhausted, too, though her tiredness couldn't have had anything to
do with controlling the world at large. And while she looked tired,
it was nothing near as exhausted as their captor.
Without answering her, the Timeman brushed past her and approached
the couple at the tub. Kate followed, and sensed Leigh walking more
slowly behind her.
"Naked girl number three," he said quietly.
The tips of the girl's toes peeked out from beneath their blanket of
bubbles. Her lips parted, as if in readiness for a strawberry, or a
kiss. Her blonde hair tumbled from her head in waves, dropping
beneath the bubbles at her shoulders.
"You need sleep," Kate whispered. "Leave them alone."
Slowly, he shook his head, and the girl began to breathe.
"I don't want to leave," she said dreamily. She shifted beneath the
bubbles. When her new husband didn't answer, she opened her eyes and
screamed.
The Timeman sighed, and raised the gun.
"Stand up," he said. The girl looked at him terrified. She shook her
head slowly, her eyes taking in Leigh and Kate, and her still frozen
beau.
"I'm not going to ask twice," he said. The gun raised to point at
her forehead. The girl began to cry, her hands rising from the
bubbles to shield her face.
"Stop," Kate said quietly. The Timeman turned, and the gun centred
between her breasts, instead of at the bathing girl. Her heart
accelerated, her pulse pounding between her ears.
"Just stop it," Kate said. "If you're going to shoot me, shoot me."
He didn't, and the gun began to falter.
Kate continued, as calmly as her racing heart would let her.
"I know that you'll punish me for this, but you need sleep. Leigh
needs sleep. I need sleep. Badly. Toying with another girl isn't
going to help any of us. She's pretty. Even I'll acknowledge that. I
don't know what morning is, but let her be for eight hours. She'll
be there when you wake up. Where is she going to go? You might kill
one of us before you give up."
Slowly he shook his head, as if he were fighting off the shrouds of
sleep.
"You can make her have sex with me and Leigh tomorrow morning.
Okay?"
The girl in the tub whimpered.
Ignoring the weapon, Kate stepped past the Timeman. He didn't move,
the gun dangling by his thigh.
Kate knelt, her knees upon the step that the tuxedo man occupied.
She gently touched the girl's wet, bare shoulder.
"What's your name?" she asked the terrified girl.
The appearance of a naked, and obviously non-threatening girl seemed
to help her.
"What's going on? Please?"
Kate nodded her head towards the gunman. "He ... controls us, sort
of. He's tired, and he's getting cranky. I'm frightened. Okay? He's
going to hurt you, badly, if you don't do what he says. Maybe even
kill you. Then he's going to hurt me, and probably my friend, too.
Please, what's your name? I'm Kate."
The girl shuddered. "I'm Linda. Please, I just want to know what's
going on?"
"You got married at the wrong time, Linda."
"You said, you said, you said that I would have sex with you?" The
girl slowly shook her head as she spoke, as if denying that this was
happening to her. "Is he going to rape me? Oh God, I just got
married."
Kate shot the gunman a look, and he shook his head slowly. He was
watching Kate through half-lidded eyes.
"I don't think so, Linda. I've been with him for about a day, and he
hasn't raped me yet, and I'm handcuffed and naked. I couldn't stop
him from forcing himself on me if I tried."
Linda nodded. "I don't want him to see me."
"Neither did I. Linda, you have to listen to me. He's in the habit
of firing that thing. He doesn't really know how to use it. He
hasn't hit anybody yet, but he's so tired, I'm afraid. Please, for
us, just stand up, and let him look at you. It won't kill you.
Refusing might."
With that, Kate wearily stood back up and returned to where she was
standing before, her feet only onto the ceramic that surrounded the
tub.
The Timeman stepped closer to the tub, the gun beginning to rise.
"All right, all right. Just don't hurt me. Please," Linda said
quietly. Her eyes watched as the gun began to descend back towards
the floor.
She gripped the edge of the tub, and slowly lifted herself from the
bubbles. She was tall, and trim, her blonde hair sticking to her
back where it had been in the water.
Unreasonably, Kate was proud of the girl, marvelling that the female
of the species, sometimes, was far stronger than the male. Her
captor hadn't stripped, yet he forced it on the women he met.
"It isn't you that you should be worried about."
She glanced at the man, still frozen, wearing the tuxedo. She
shuddered. Bubbles clung to her bare skin, somewhat shielding her.
"Please, I've only been married to him for ten hours. I don't want
to die. Please don't kill him. I don't want to be raped. I just want
to leave. Please."
"Wipe."
The girl hurriedly brushed the worst of the bubbles from her skin.
Her hands shook as the bubbles fell into the water. Her nipples
appeared, erect in the cooler air.
"Satisfied? Can I dress now? Please?"
"Turn around."
With a look of hatred, the girl lifted her arms, like a ballerina,
and turned slowly, presenting her body to him. Tears rolled down
her cheeks as she did.
After she completed the turn in the water, she lowered her arms and
crossed them across her breasts.
He motioned her out of the tub, and she stepped gingerly down, her
bare feet soapy and her body dripping against the tiles. A rivulet
of water ran from her toes almost to the carpet.
"Don't hurt him, please. I'll do whatever it is you want," she
whispered.
He nodded, and ushered her towards the entranceway. Her wet feet
left damp imprints in the carpet as she walked quickly, glancing
over her bare shoulder.
"What are you going to do?"
"Let you leave."
"Like this?"
"Would you rather stay?"
The girl gulped, and stared at the doorway. Nudity outside, or a gun
in her ribs inside? Easy choice. She reached from the door handle.
"What about Mark?"
"Who's Mark?"
"My, my, my husband. Please let him go, too."
He gestured to her, and she opened the door.
"Please?" she said quietly.
"He'll be out to join you in a minute."
The naked girl glanced up and down the empty hallway, and stepped
out. Crying, she leaned against the far wall, and slid down. A big
wet mark, flecked with bubbles, followed her bare back. She curled
up, her knees against her chest, her arms wrapped around her legs.
She buried her face in her bare knees.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked.
"Control," he said simply, and shut the door.
<---===***===--->
"Jesus Christ, if you've hurt her, I swear I'll ..."
Despite the gun aimed at his head, the man was shaking and ready to
kill the Timeman. His eyes continually flicked from Kate to Leigh
and back again. The only thing preventing him from launching at the
gunman was uncertainty. He wasn't afraid to take a bullet, but he
wanted to know where his new wife was, and that she was safe. Even
Kate could see that.
"I'm far too tired for this crap," the Timeman said quietly. "I'm
just going to shoot him."
Kate sighed.
"It'll make a mess." The tuxedoed man looked up sharply, as if he
were surprised that she could talk.
"I'll get you to clean it up," the Timeman returned almost with a
giggle. His fatigue was beginning to really scare her. Whereas she'd
learned that he normally would find another solution to an obstinate
girl, she honestly believed that the tuxedoed man, presumably Mark,
was in mortal danger. And she didn't know if that extended to the
primary timeline. She didn't even think that her captor knew, for
sure.
"I'll throw up, and then you'll have a sick, naked girl, and a
mess."
"Don't look at me, I'll probably do the same thing," Leigh
whispered.
"Fuck," the Timeman swore. It was the first time that Kate had heard
him gratuitously use the word. It surprised her.
She stepped forward, and purposely rubbed her breasts against the
Timeman's arm and shoulder. His clothing felt rough against her
nipples, and she withdrew a little. She could feel the tuxedo man's
eyes watching her intently. The gun never wavered, and the gunman's
eyes never left the tuxedoed man.
"What have you done with her?" the man asked more calmly. "Is she
hurt?"
When the Timeman didn't answer, Kate tried to smile at Linda's new
husband.
"She's fine, so far. She's out in the hall."
The man began to take a step towards the gunman, fists clenched.
"I wouldn't," Kate said quietly. "He'll shoot you, and you'll be no
good to the frightened girl out there." She paused when the man
backed off, his fists shaking at his sides. Kate had the feeling
that if the Timeman had said the same thing, Mark would have walked
into a bullet. She tried to keep her voice soothing, through her
racing heart. "I'm trying to help you. Mark, if you don't do
anything stupid."
The Timeman's eyes hadn't left the tall tuxedo, but from Kate's
perspective, she saw his finger relax, only a little, where it
touched the trigger.
Her breasts touched him again, partially by design, partially by
accident. To her surprise, the gun began to droop. She hadn't
expected him to respond, at least not that quickly. She could feel
the tenseness flowing out of his stance.
"Let him go," Kate whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "We'll
have sex with him tomorrow, if you want. Not now. You're half
asleep. You don't want a mess. Let him go sit with his wife.
Please." She purposely rubbed her belly against his hip. His jeans
scratched a little, and she thought that she could feel the tip of
his penis in there somewhere, as her thigh fell more towards his
zipper. "We'll fuck you, if you want, before you sleep. Just let him
go. What do you care about him? It isn't like he's a naked girl,
right?"
The Timeman sighed, and let the gun drop.
"It isn't because you threw yourself at me," he said quietly. "It's
because you are damnably right." He turned to Mark, still watching
in amazement at Kate's display that had saved him. She blushed, but
stayed where she was. She could feel Leigh's eyes on her, too.
"If you've hurt her, I swear ..."
"Go to her, Mark," Kate hissed. "Before he changes his mind."
With a surprised look on his face, Mark stepped around the gunman on
the opposite side of Kate. The gunman watched him, but didn't make a
move to raise the gun, or prevent him from moving.
"Thank-you," Kate whispered. She backed away as the gunman slowly
followed Mark to the entrance. After fumbling with the door knob,
Mark stepped out into the hallway. Linda raised her eyes to him, as
he knelt beside her, murmuring.
"I'm not hurt," Linda said quietly, as the door shut.
The Timeman opened it, and murmured something indistinguishable.
The kneeling man, and the sitting, naked girl seemed to freeze where
they sat.
Kate shrugged at the quizzical look on Leigh's face.
And then the door shut quietly, leaving the three of them in
silence.
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Kate stood beside the coffee table, fidgeting. The gunman sighed as
he lowered himself into the larger sofa, his feet propped up on the
tabletop. The curtains had all been drawn, save for a slight gap by
the whirlpool tub. The dimness was almost welcome after the
continual brightness of the noon sun.
"Suddenly shy for us?" Leigh asked.
He laughed tiredly. "Can't sleep with the lights on all the time,
can we?"
Leigh stepped towards the other sofa, hovering, but not sitting.
"May I sit?" Leigh asked quietly. She sounded tired and resigned.
Kate was somewhat surprised to hear the girl ask permission to do
anything -- the girl was so independent. Silently, he nodded, and
Leigh, with another sigh, lowered herself carefully into the other
sofa. Kate remained on her bare feet, watching him.
"I should make the two of you have sex with each other before we
sleep."
"Please," Kate murmured.
"A nice sixty-nine to get you ready for bed. Seems appropriate
somehow."
Kate took a deep breath. She didn't understand the comment;
(appropriate??)
she couldn't. She gathered her courage, and said, "If you want,
we'll do it, of course. But I think we are all ready for bed. Sex,
while not unwelcome at this point, I don't think is necessary. For
me. Or for Leigh." She paused for a moment. "Or for you."
He sighed and shrugged.
"Tomorrow. There's time for all of that tomorrow," Kate said. Leigh
nodded slowly, too. "If you want us to have sex, we will. But you'll
fall asleep watching us. Tomorrow. Okay?"
But she knew that if he wanted them to have sex here and now, on the
coffee table, that there was damn little that she could do about it.
Kate shivered. The image of her in a sixty-nine with Leigh flooded
into her mind, Leigh's bare legs against the legs of the coffee
table, their breasts touching. She fought it back, and remained
silent.
After a few minutes, he looked up at Kate. He looked ready to pass
out. Slowly, he pulled the gun out, and slipped it under the sofa.
She didn't flinch. The sight of the thing was beginning to lose its
effect on her. She was still frightened of it, but not so much that
he would simply shoot her without reason.
"Come here," he said.
Kate stepped carefully over the carpet, and stood in front of him. A
damp patch of carpet tickled her foot, probably a remnant of Linda's
wet flight to the entrance.
"Get the gun," he said.
She shook her head. She didn't like guns, or knives, or any weapons.
She didn't even want to think about touching it.
"Try." His voice was firm, and in his tired state, she didn't want
to balk. She sighed.
With an effort, Kate lowered herself to the carpet, and reached for
the handle with her bound hands. It felt cold and dead to her
fingertips. It felt like the frozen audience had in a gym a long way
away.
The gun wouldn't budge. Not a millimetre. She didn't have a good
angle at it, and no leverage with her hands bound behind her back.
However, she was also sure that she could swing a sledge at it, and
it wouldn't move.
"I can't," she whispered.
He nodded, and lay his head back as she struggled back to her feet.
She stepped away from his sofa, towards Leigh's.
"Got to secure you girls." He spoke to the ceiling, his eyes closed.
"Got to."
"You don't. We won't do anything stupid," Kate said quietly.
He didn't answer.
"Get the pack for me, please," he said instead.
"I. You don't have to tie us up more," she whispered.
"I know. Just do it," he insisted.
With a sigh, she stepped towards the entrance hallway where the
backpack lay in the place where he'd dropped it.
When she crouched backwards to retrieve it, it wouldn't move any
more than the pistol had. She tugged again, but it remained as if
superglued to the floor. The cold, dead sensation rippled up her
hands.
"Sir?" she called quietly.
"Shhhh," Leigh whispered. Kate looked around, and glanced at him.
He was lying, hands under his head, curled up in a fetal position on
his couch. Soft snores issued from him.
Slowly, Kate returned to her bare feet and walked back
towards Leigh.
"It's stuck to the floor. Out of time, I think," she whispered.
Leigh nodded wearily.
"Should I wake him?"
"Are you nuts? He was going to restrain us more. Probably to the
sofas, or something."
Kate nodded slowly, and sank to the floor, curling her bare legs
under herself.
"What are we going to do?" she asked.
<---===***===--->
The connecting door had the same cold, dead feeling as the pistol
had. Even without twisting it awkwardly behind her back, Kate knew
it would never open -- not for her. So much for sleeping in a bed
tonight.
The front door fared better. It opened with a little convincing.
Kate cursed the handcuffs on her wrists, but didn't see any way of
removing them. After the door opened a crack, she twisted, blocking
the edge of the door from closing with her bare heel.
She'd tried to work the handcuffs over her ass, and slipping her
legs through her arms to get them in front of her, but he'd
tightened the things enough and she lacked enough flexibility that
she doubted if that was a practical plan.
The door opened to reveal the empty corridor. Linda sat nakedly
against the wall, a few bubbles remaining in her light hair. Mark
hovered over her, touching her bare shoulder. The two were frozen,
or more properly existed in a slower time frame. If they were truly
frozen, she would be underneath her luxurious bubbles, and he would
be feeding her strawberries.
Kate stepped out, but her bare toes collided with solid air. She
cried out softly, wanting desperately to hold her injured toes. But
her hands remained behind her back, and she settled for sinking to
the entrance tiles and moaning quietly. The moans shifted into tears
as the door softly snicked shut.
"Kate?"
Kate continued to cry.
"Kate? Are you okay over there?"
Leigh's voice sounded tired and frightened.
After a few minutes, Kate pushed herself to her feet again and
walked back to the sofa where Leigh sat.
She settled to the floor, sitting facing the other girl.
"What happened?"
"I stubbed my toes on his stupid solid air trick."
"Oh?" Though Leigh looked a little confused by the comment. The
girl shifted over on the sofa. "Do you want to sit up here? We can
share."
Kate shuffled forward on her knees and then stepped up to sit beside
Leigh. The sofa hugged her comfortably.
After a few minutes of silence, Leigh spoke, her voice barely above
a whisper.
"Are you still horny?"
"Horny?"
"Aroused." Leigh looked embarrassed.
Kate took stock. The dull ache and insistent pulse had never quite
left her, even after the cold shower.
"Aren't you?"
Leigh blushed, but nodded.
"Do you want to do something about it?" Leigh whispered.
Kate glanced sideways at her.
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that my sexuality has been all fucked up, and we're
naked, and the handcuffs will make it tough, but he's asleep, and we
could ... experiment. With each other. I just want to climax. Just
once."
Kate smiled, and leaned towards Leigh. Tears began to fall from
Leigh's eyes. Gently, she kissed Leigh, their lips touching in an
electric arc.
"Don't get me wrong, Leigh ..."
"The sixty-nine ... sounded nice."
The image of them touching each other, with their tongues, pushed
more energy into her clitoris. She fought it.
"It does sound nice, Leigh. A swear it does, but you'll regret it in
the morning. I think."
"Would you?"
Kate thought about it, pulling at her handcuffs.
"I ... I don't know."
Leigh sat back. "This world, it doesn't have consequences," she
whispered. "We can, and it won't have happened."
Kate smiled, but rose back to her feet.
"Where are you going?"
"Somewhere where your naked legs won't drive me any more nuts than
they already are," Kate whispered.
Leigh moaned, but didn't protest further.
"There's always tomorrow," Kate said quietly. She didn't add the
corollary: If we're free enough to try it.
Leigh nodded, and despite a touch of disappointment there, Kate
thought she sensed a smidgen of relief, too.
Slowly, she moved to stand in front of him. His breath moved in and
out of his chest rhythmically. For a long time, she considered his
face. He wasn't unhandsome, but he wasn't remarkable either. On the
street, she would never have guessed that he fantasised about
complete control. But here she was, standing and watching him sleep,
naked and helpless.
(I could do it.)
She flexed her fingers. All it would take is to turn around, get her
fingers deep into that unprotected throat and rip, and rip, and rip.
(What am I? A wolf?)
She closed her eyes, feeling her clitoris singing, and her fingers
clenching. She couldn't even touch herself, her own body as alien
and unreachable as Venus.
(I could do it.)
"Don't do it," Leigh whispered.
Kate turned towards the girl. She had lain down, curled up as he,
but fitting better on the sofa. Her hands weren't under her head, of
course, but her knees were drawn up. She looked as comfortable as
she could be, while handcuffed.
"Do what?"
"You won't win. Either way, you lose. If you manage to kill him,
part of you dies, and we may never get home. You'll starve, unable
to get out of a simple pair of metal bracelets. But you will have to
live with yourself, knowing that you killed him, even if he deserves
it with every ounce of his being. If you don't win, and he wakes up,
you know what will happen, not just to you, but to everyone you
love."
Kate nodded, unhappily.
"I was just figuring that out."
She stared down at the man who was her captor. So vulnerable, so
defenceless in sleep. But in her heart, she couldn't. And she knew
that. Not with her bare hands. Not with a knife. Not even if she
could reach that damn gun of his.
"Don't do it," Leigh murmured.
"I won't," Kate said.
But there was no reply. As she glanced over at the other couch, the
girl had fallen asleep, a stray piece of her hair across her cheek.
She turned back towards him.
(My only chance.)
He wouldn't make the same mistake twice. She'd probably sleep
chained to something immovable tomorrow, if there was a tomorrow.
(My only chance.)
She closed her eyes, swaying unsteadily on her bare feet.
Karen, tied to the birch, screaming, her nipples in danger from the
cigarettes. Lisa crying, struggling with pain, across a basketball
court. Somebody's daughter. Somebody's girlfriend. Kate opened her
eyes. Her breasts moved up and down to the shallow rhythm of her
breathing. An almost invisible thin stripe graced her right breast,
where he'd driven the crop into her flesh. A pulse of electricity
stabbed at her clitoris. She shifted her weight and the excitement
died for a moment.
He hurt them. Her wrists still ached from being bound above her head
like that.
(My only chance.)
(Please, don't do it.)
She couldn't any more than she could before imagining his offences.
Could she kill? Probably. But him? Now? The risks? She slowly shook
her head, and waited for the single tear to drip silently from her
jaw.
She stood and watched both of them sleep for a long time before she
tiptoed to the pile of crumpled fabric near the hot tub.
The tub captured her attention. It continued to swirl, and hot steam
continued to fog the glass to the horizon beyond.
(It would be easy, wouldn't it?)
But it wouldn't be easy, would it? It wasn't like she could swim out
beyond her ability to swim back. It was a hot tub, and she didn't
have the self-control to keep her head underwater that long.
(Cut my wrists?)
With handcuffs on? She didn't see how, and the pain, self-inflicted,
bothered her where him cropping her breasts only produced arousal.
As quickly as it came, she abandoned the idea,
(Silly girl)
knowing that it wasn't really an option anyway.
Her eyes lit upon the windows. If she jumped hard enough? Didn't
some stupid lawyer do that, falling thirty stories to his death? But
with her luck, she'd bounce back, and break her arm in the process.
And he'd wake at her scream, and them rain the crop across her
broken shoulder, just for fun.
If he killed her for insubordination, that was one thing, but to
kill herself? No. She desperately wanted to live. If only to touch
Leigh again.
Carefully, she crouched and picked up the sheets in her bound hands.
(Damn handcuffs. This would be so easy if they weren't here.)
There was a comforter, and a blanket. The comforter was bigger.
She dragged the blanket over to his sofa. Glancing through the dim
light, she could see the naked girl shivering on the other couch.
(In a second, Leigh. In a second.)
She struggled with it, but managed to drape the blanket over him. He
murmured, but didn't wake.
Kate returned to the comforter, and dragged it over to Leigh. She
pushed it over the naked girl, most of it extending over the side of
the sofa.
"Thank-you," the girl mumbled. Her shivers subsided as Kate watched.
Without thought, Kate walked back to the tub. The water looked
inviting, but she had no way of getting dry afterward. Instead, she
lowered herself to the step, where the tuxedo had been. A slash of
purple adorned the tub surround. Automatically, she reached for it,
almost forgetting that she was still bound.
(Damn handcuffs.)
Sighing, she tilted her head. Expecting the cold, dead touch, she
was pleasantly surprised with the sweet, rough texture of the
strawberry kissing her lips.
He wouldn't mind? And she couldn't exactly ask him.
Her teeth sank delicately into the fruit, and she worked it onto her
tongue.
"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured as she chewed silently. Her stomach smiled
at her, and she dipped her head, repeating the procedure. She felt a
little like the pet that she'd been referred to before, in the
lobby, to Rachel, but she didn't mind. Nobody was watching her. No.
For the first time, in a long time, she was alone. Sort of.
With another sigh, she stood again, and walked back to Leigh's sofa.
Quietly, she glanced over at the gunman. He began to snore softly
again.
She couldn't remember the last time that she'd slept with a man in
the room, and never naked. She shrugged. Not the ideal first time.
She wished again for her hands to be free. She wanted to touch
herself, so badly. But she couldn't and with a soft sigh, she knelt,
and kissed Leigh. The girl murmured something in her sleep, but
didn't wake.
Carefully, Kate lay, awkwardly pulling the remainder of the
comforter over herself. Her toes stuck out, but when she curled up
on her side, her feet were under the covers. The handcuffs bit into
her wrists where her weight fell against them.
She cried for a while, softly, and nearly silently. Neither of her
roommates woke, and at last, the shakes, and the tears dried.
(Be strong, Kate. Be strong.)
She listened to the soft breathing, and the quiet swirl of the tub
for a while, and then sleep overtook her in a wave. She sighed, and
fell asleep.
Chapter 70
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Kate's soft, sleepy voice woke her, but she kept her eyes closed,
not wanting to crawl out from the warmth of the comforter.
"Leave me alone, Mom, it's Saturday -- no school."
Then his voice, floating as if from a distance.
"Wake up, sleepyhead."
(Oh God, not a dream. Not a dream.)
Reality jolted her as her arms screamed when she tried to roll over.
Numbness infused her hands, below where the metal had cut off her
circulation. They were going to complain when the blood returned to
them.
Leigh groaned softly, but still didn't open her eyes. She sensed
Kate moving somewhere below her.
(She slept on the floor, because I hogged the sofa.)
(I'm sorry, Kate.)
"You, too, sleepyhead."
A touch to her shoulder, through the comforter, forced her to
flutter her eyelids open. The light hurt, and she blinked back tears
until her pupils adjusted. He'd opened the blinds again, and
dazzling noon hour sun flooded the suite.
Kate stood unsteadily, still not awake, while he fumbled behind the
naked girl until with a grunt of satisfaction he emerged swinging
her handcuffs from a single finger.
He looked refreshed, and happy, as he crouched beside Leigh.
"Do I have to shoot you to get you out of bed?"
He was obviously joking, the pistol nowhere within sight.
She shivered as he whipped the comforter from her. She curled up
tighter, but then, resigned, stood. It would feel good to have the
cuffs off, if that's what he intended for her as well.
She faced Kate, who stood quietly near where she'd slept, naked, her
hair in tangles across her head. She rubbed at her eyes, with her
newly freed hands, and then looked at them strangely.
"Oh, no," she whispered.
He looked up sharply at her, as pain began to flood her features.
The cuffs fell free of Leigh's wrists, and the numbness of her own
hands told the story.
"Oh, Kate," Leigh murmured. Her fingers wouldn't work, and her hands
felt like blocks of ice hanging beside her bare thighs.
"Pins. And. Needles."
Kate shook her hands before Leigh could warn her. The girl collapsed
moaning to the sofa. He went to her, but stopped and watched
helplessly as the girl suffered.
In a moment, Leigh's hands mirrored Kate, but she tried to keep them
still as the nerves began to awaken with a clamour of complaint. It
wasn't enough, and Leigh couldn't stop a few moans fall from her own
lips. He turned towards her, eyebrows raised.
"It hurts. Handcuffs for sleeping, bad," Leigh said between clenched
teeth.
"You'll live," he said merrily, and pranced towards the entranceway.
"I'll live," Leigh echoed. The pain began to subside.
God, she hated mornings. Never had been a morning girl. The
discomfort in her hands didn't help.
Slowly, she moved over towards Kate who was rubbing her hands. The
front door closed quietly, as he left the girls to their own
devices.
Kate reached up and ran her fingers through her hair, grimacing.
"I dreamed about you, last night," Kate said.
Leigh smiled. She didn't remember any of her dreams, but Kate
continued.
"We. Um. Had ..."
Leigh laughed. "Sex?"
"Sort of."
"Sort of?"
"Well, your fingers did."
"I see."
It pleased her, for some reason. Bizarre. She'd never even
considered being with a girl before this bizarre world had replaced
her own.
"Did you sleep well?"
"I'm sorry, Kate. I swear, if I'd thought that you would be on the
floor, I would have shared the sofa. If we get a choice tonight,
I'll take the floor, okay?"
"Deal," Kate said. She rolled her bare shoulders back.
Leigh wandered back to her bed, and sat down. She massaged her legs
and tried to work some of the knots out of her neck.
"You want me to do that?"
Kate stood and walked over to Leigh. Leigh surrendered her neck
muscles, sighing as Kate's fingers worked out the worst of the
soreness.
"I didn't know you were a masseuse."
Leigh opened her eyes and raised them. Linda stood shivering, and
still wet, a few steps in front of him. Her face wore a frightened
expression, and she stood stiffly as he urged her to stand near the
coffee table.
"You didn't need another girl," Leigh murmured. Kate's fingers
continued to massage wonderfully. After a few more minutes, Leigh
relaxed, and Kate straightened.
"You want a massage, too?" Kate asked him.
He nodded, and slipped off his shirt. It was the first time that
Leigh had seen him even this unclothed. There was a long scar across
his belly, but he wasn't a typical computer geek. His muscles were
defined and there wasn't a great deal of flab. Like the girls he
chose, she reflected.
"If you promise not to hurt Linda," she said quietly, flexing her
fingers.
He smiled, but it was a serious smile, not a gentle one.
"If you don't I might be tense enough to really hurt her."
Kate sighed, and gamely stepped to him. He turned around presenting
a bare back to her. She had to reach up to get at his shoulders.
"You can't blame a girl for trying," she said as her fingers began
to dig into his muscles.
"Sleeping on a couch isn't the best for the posture," he said. "I
feel like a truck ran me over."
"Try sleeping on the floor, handcuffed," Kate replied, not breaking
her stride.
Leigh slowly rose, and approached Linda. The girl's eyes were glued
to Kate and the Timeman.
"I'm Leigh, I don't think we were introduced in the madhouse last
night." It didn't occur to Leigh that for Linda it was still
yesterday noon. She hadn't been awake and unfrozen nearly as long as
the two high school girls.
Linda looked puzzled, but tried to smile.
"I'm Linda," she said.
"I know. I was half asleep last night, but I remember."
"What's going to happen to me?"
Leigh shrugged. "If the past is any indication, he'll probably make
you do some things you don't want to, but in the end, he'll either
ease up a little and keep you, or he'll return you to your hot tub."
"What about Mark? I asked him, out there, but he ignored me. Is
Mark hurt? He wasn't moving. He wouldn't let me touch him."
(You wouldn't want to, Linda. You wouldn't want to.)
"Mark is ... frozen. He'll be fine."
Linda looked at her skeptically, but decided to try a different
tack.
"Why are you here, Leigh, are you helping him?"
Leigh laughed. "You mean, do I help him torture girls for a living?"
Linda nodded. Tears lined her lower eyelids.
Leigh shook her head. "I've just been here longer than you. I'm as
much his prisoner as you are, maybe more. I don't want to be naked.
I don't want to be handcuffed. I don't want to be here. Not really."
"Will he let me go?"
"I think, so. I hope so."
"Will he hurt me?"
Leigh touched the girl's shoulder. "I don't know, Linda. I don't
know."
The tears escaped, and Leigh gathered the terrified girl into her
arms and held her. Moisture dripped onto her bare shoulder, but she
didn't mind. The girl's belly and breast left flecks of bubbles
against Leigh's skin. Leigh watched Kate massaging their tormentor,
pursing her lips. She hoped that he wouldn't hurt the new girl, too
much.
Eventually, the girl's sobs receded, but she remained in the
embrace.
<---===***===--->
He stood by the door, his hand resting lightly on the doorknob.
"Not cold showers?" Kate asked with some anxiety.
"Do you need cold showers?" he asked.
Kate shook her head, hugging herself.
He lowered his voice. "Just wash each other. Get yourselves
attractive."
"Why?"
He smiled, and turned the doorknob, without answering.
The door closed after him with a quiet click. Leigh was sure that if
she could open the door, she wouldn't be able to step outside, any
more than Kate had last night.
"What do we do now?" Linda asked in a quiet voice.
"Shower together," Kate said quietly, turning towards the closed
bedroom door.
<---===***===--->
It was a tight squeeze for three girls. Water poured over Leigh's
head, her turn under the spray. She didn't feel dirty -- she'd
showered yesterday after the race, but her feet were dusty, and her
hair tangled. The warm water felt nice.
Nicer still, she wasn't afraid of being frozen to death.
Linda picked up the small bar of scented hotel soap, and began to
rub her chest. Leigh sighed.
"Linda?"
The naked girl looked up. Kate looked up too from where she
completed the Linda sandwich.
"You can't wash yourself."
The girl looked puzzled. "Excuse me?"
"He expects us to wash each other."
"What? No."
Leigh nodded slowly.
"You're kidding."
Leigh shook her head.
"Why?"
Leigh shrugged. "I don't know -- he probably likes the image of us
touching each other."
"He's not even here."
Leigh laughed lightly. "No, he isn't. But do you want to risk him
poking his head in here and finding you disobeying something
simple?"
Linda shrugged. "We're in the shower."
"You think that will stop him?"
"So you have to wash me? Like a child?"
"'fraid so ..."
Gently, Leigh reached for the single bar of soap. Before she
surrendered it, Linda regarded Leigh.
"You. You aren't ... gay ... are you?"
(Actually, I don't know any more.)
"A lesbian?" Leigh shook her head. "I don't think so. But I'd rather
wash another girl than get whipped."
Linda paled. "He whips you?"
Leigh took a deep breath. Steam and humidity flooded her lungs.
"If I disobey, sometimes. If he caught you washing yourself in here,
he'd probably whip Kate and I along with you, to teach us something.
Who knows?"
Linda handed Leigh the soap, her slick fingers dragging across
Leigh's upturned palm.
The girl turned to face Kate, presenting her back.
Linda's skin was soft and smooth, gathering lather with ease. The
girl sighed, as Leigh's fingers worked the soap into her skin.
<---===***===--->
Leigh glanced up, trying to ignore Linda's fingers massaging shampoo
through her tangles. It felt so nice, but so ... forbidden. Her
eyes continued to glance at the bathroom door, but it didn't open.
Either he was still gone, or he was waiting for them. She hoped it
wasn't the latter.
"Why did the chicken cross the road?" Kate asked. She was sitting,
her knees drawn up, near the far end of the tub. It gave Leigh and
Linda a little more room in the small enclosure, and Kate seemed
content to wait her turn under the spray, with the soap. She ran her
fingers through her red hair, almost brown under the wetness.
"To get to the other side?" Leigh ventured. Linda's fingers
continued to work the shampoo through Leigh's hair.
"Very good. Why according to Ronald Reagan?"
Leigh sighed, and didn't answer. She was surprised when Linda
responded -- the girl had been silent since her initial objections.
She had become very quiet after Leigh had apologised but washed
between Linda's legs, bare handed. Leigh wondered what the girl was
thinking.
"I give up," Linda said quietly. "Why did the chicken cross the
road, according to Ronald Reagan?"
Kate deadpanned.
"What chicken?"
It took a second for the smile to grace Leigh's lips. And only a
moment after that for Linda to laugh. She had a musical laugh,
similar to Kate's.
"Oh God, that's horrible."
Leigh shook her head, touching Linda's fingers. Linda held her hands
up to the spray cascading over her clean hair, and rinsed the
shampoo.
"Good enough?" she asked.
Leigh nodded, and the girls switched places, bare skin rubbing and
slipping deliciously. The soap ran down her back, and between her
feet to disappear into the void that was the drain.
Slowly, Kate rose to her feet. Again, the girls were pressed
uncomfortably close.
"My turn," Kate said jovially. "Who wants me?"
Linda paled a little, but nodded her head.
"I'm already under the shower," Leigh said. "I can wash you."
Relief flooded into Linda's features, and she awkwardly switched
places with Kate.
Most of the soap had melted away, but there would be enough to wash
Kate. Leigh rubbed her hands together and began to wash the other
high school girl. Kate's skin was slippery and silky under her
touch.
<---===***===--->
Linda stood fidgeting by the door, her fingers pushing her hair back
from her face. Leigh had found a hair drier in the drawer, and was
sending warm air through Kate's red locks.
They shared Linda's brush, it lying on the counter top.
"Can we leave the bathroom. Without getting punished?"
Leigh didn't know. "I guess."
"I'll be right back," Linda said quietly. She slipped out.
"She won't make it," Kate said, leaning her head back.
"I know. He won't keep her. I'd bet ... my freedom on that," Leigh
said quietly.
The door opened, and the naked girl slipped back into the steamy
room. Shyly, she extended her palm. In it were hair clips, and some
basic makeup.
Leigh smiled, and borrowed some of the clips, while Linda clipped
back some of her own hair.
Leigh handed the hair drier to Kate, and waited as the warm air
billowed through her own brunette tresses. The knots hurt coming
out, but she'd probably never complain about that ever again. Clean
hair. And after being hit with a crop, hair tangles were minor.
When she was done, she bent forward, slipping some clips into her
own hair.
As one, the newly cleaned girls slipped out of the en suite, and out
into the living area.
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