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Chapter 11
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
As soon as the door shut behind us, I knelt down to Christi's bare feet
and slipped a pair of ankle cuffs on her. I connected them together with
about a foot and a half of chain.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "You realize that you don't have to
keep me in chains."
I looked up at her face. "Yup. And I don't have to keep you naked
either. But it's much more interesting." I rose from my knees and
connected the leash to her collar. I gave it a tug and she stumbled
forward, ankles straining at the constricting chain. She had to take
short steps with her ankles connected as they were.
"Damn this is hard to walk like this. Can't you take it off me? Please?"
"It is supposed to be hard to walk. That's the point. You better get
used to them, we have a long walk ahead of us. Be glad I haven't put you
in high heels."
"Where are we going?" as she stumbled along behind me, trying to keep
her balance with the cuffs restricting her to short steps and her hands
cuffed behind her robbing her of balance.
"I think we should go to the mall. What do you think?"
"I don't think anymore." she sighed.
She had some real trouble with the hobble while going down the stairs,
but she somehow managed. The strain in her muscles as she carefully made
her way down seventeen flights was worth seeing, though I doubt if she
appreciated it. But she knew better than to complain.
After exiting the building, she began to hobble towards the Jimmy. But I
grabbed her by the handcuffs on her wrists and guided her towards the
street.
"We're going to walk to the mall?" she asked incredulously. "Like this?
I'll never make it." She was almost winded already.
"Would you prefer to crawl?"
She looked down at her still sore knees, and I saw her feel the palm of
her hands. Tears formed in her eyes and she quietly shook her head and
began her slow barefoot journey towards the mall.
I enjoyed the quiet, the still warm day, and lost myself in thought. I
had no idea what we were going to do at the mall, but I was quite sure
we'd be able to think of something. Christi tried to talk to me a number
of times but I simply ignored her, content to watch her bare body
struggling with her bonds, trying to move as quickly as possible towards
her destination. The sound of her bare feet moving against the hot
pavement, her soft breathing with her efforts. Moving around the
littered roadway.
Occasionally, I could see her shoulders shaking as she quietly cried
while walking in front of me. I suppose that she still wasn't quite used
to being so controlled. Having no will, no way to strike back. Having to
obey every command, like it or not. Forced to commit incest. Forced into
lesbian acts. Forced to come to grips with her feelings. Hating being
dominated, but having no choice.
Hell, thrust into a world where time had no meaning. Everything so
strange. Naked and constantly humiliated in front of a complete
stranger. Without clothes or freedom for about nine hours according to
my count. Forced into humiliating bondage. Having to let your captor tie
you up with no rhyme nor reason. I think I'd cry too, if I was in her
position.
After a couple of hours of slow walking, I got tired. I called Christi
to a halt. She thankfully sat down in the middle of the road. I leaned
down and removed the cuffs from her wrists, pulling her arms in front of
her and re-cuffing them. She shook her arms and looked up into my face.
She was grateful for something as simple as having her hands bound in
front of her.
"Thank you," she whispered, shame flushing her face. She began to
massage her sore feet with her bound hands. Working the ankle cuffs into
a more comfortable position.
"We'll take a car the rest of the way. Wait here."
She lay back on the asphalt and closed her eyes. She looked almost
peaceful like that, stretched out nude in the middle of the road. Cuffs
on her wrists and ankles, eyes closed. Resting. Conserving her strength.
A bit up the road, I found a car; a BMW, with two women in it. Probably
in their late twenties.
This was going to be a bit of a challenge. If I simply restarted time
for them, that car was going to leap forward and before they could
realize what was going on, would hit the truck fifty feet or so in front
of them. Judging by the speedometer, the car should stop if I could
manage to get the brakes applied in time.
Leaving the front and the back of the car immobilized in time, I re
animated the center. I quickly opened the driver's door and waved the
gun at the driver. A nice looking redhead.
The confusion was evident in her face. One second she was driving her
car, next second the world was stopped and some crazy guy was waving a
gun in her face. I guess she thought, irrationally, that it was a car
jacking.
"Please, take the car."
"Come on ladies, out of the car."
Bewildered, and not quite realizing the danger, they both stepped out of
the car. The other woman was a little older than the driver. Brunette.
Alright figure.
"Wh-what do you want."
"Names?"
I could see confusion set into their faces. Their eyes locked onto the
handgun.
"Liz ... er ... Elizabeth Gerrard."
"Catherine."
I held out two pairs of handcuffs.
"Ladies, can you please put these on."
"What? You're crazy."
"Be that as it may, but I am not afraid to use this gun."
"I'm not putting those things on until I know what is going on," the
woman named Catherine spoke up.
I let off a shot into the air. I vaguely heard a soft cry from the
direction of where I'd left Christi. The women in front of me both
screamed.
I pointed the gun at Liz's head. "Now, unless you want holes in your
pretty body, put those things on. Behind your back." I tossed the cuffs
at her feet. She hesitated, but bent, picked them up and struggled to
get them closed around her wrists behind her back. I heard the ratchets
catch through the still morning.
I pointed the gun at Catherine and tossed the second pair of handcuffs
at her feet. "Put them on."
Catherine was a bit more defiant. She shook her head and just stared
back at me. "I won't put them on and be defenseless. You'll have to
shoot me."
I just shook my head. I walked forward to Liz and grabbed her around her
throat. I pointed the pistol at her temple. I could feel Liz shaking in
my grip. I heard her voice, trembling in fear.
"P-Please Cathy. D-Do what he says. Jesus."
Catherine glared at me, and slowly, hate in her eyes, bent down and
picked up the cuffs. I heard them snap shut behind her back. To be sure,
I had Catherine turn around so I could see the cuffs. They looked a bit
loose, but they would hold her.
I walked Liz over to the car and used another pair of cuffs to secure
her to the steering wheel. She had to stand with her back to the car to
accomplish this.
Catherine was still glaring at me. "What the hell do you want with us.
Let us go and we'll not tell anyone about this. Take the car and go."
I ignored her. I grabbed her arm and marched her towards the side of the
road, the gun jammed into her ribs. She dragged her feet a bit, but
allowed me to separate her from her friend. There was a sturdy tree
growing by the side of the road here. I walked her to the tree. I tossed
a length of rope over a sturdy branch, allowing it to fall to waist
level. Catherine was beginning to get nervous.
I wrapped the end of the rope around the chain holding her wrists,
checking that the handcuffs were tight. They were. Then I used the other
end of the rope to pull her hands up behind her back. She grunted, and
eventually ended up bent at the waist to relieve the pressure in her
shoulders.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I want to," I decide to reply.
"You can't leave me like this."
"Why not?"
"My shoulders hurt."
"Yeah?"
"Oh God. Please let me go. Let us go."
I left her to struggle with the cuffs while I went back to see how
Christi was doing. She was still lying in the road, hidden from the BMW
by a number of intervening cars and trucks. I gently shook her shoulder
and she awoke with a start.
"Oh my god, it wasn't a nightmare." She pulled against her cuffed wrists
and wiggled her ankles. "I heard a gunshot. You killed someone didn't
you?"
I smiled at her. "I could tell you anything and you wouldn't know the
truth. But no, I didn't kill anyone. Yet."
"You took someone else. Like me. Didn't you."
"Nope. I took two."
Christi groaned. "And you want me to have sex with them I'll bet."
"Actually, I just came back to see if you were OK. You looked pretty
tired."
"I can't believe that you care."
"I need you perky for the mall." I grinned.
Christi groaned. "What are you going to do to the ones you took?"
"Don't know yet, I'm going to convince them to take us to the mall in
their shiny BMW."
Christi lay her head back gently on the pavement and closed her eyes
again. "I don't have to walk in these chains anymore?"
"We'll see."
"I feel sorry for them. Don't hurt them too much OK?"
"No promises. I'll come back for you when it's time to go."
I heard her sigh and watched as she fell asleep in front of me. That
pavement must have been uncomfortable, but I guess she'd been through
worse.
I rummaged through the pack that was beside the sleeping, and chained,
beauty. I picked up a few things and wandered back to my new
acquisitions.
Chapter 12
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
As I approached Catherine, she twisted around, arms held high to look at
me sullenly.
"Let me out of this right now."
"If you don't shut up, I'll leave you there for the night."
"What are you going to do," she asked me while eyeing the equipment that
I had brought from where Christi lay.
"Teach you that it is a lot better to obey me, than to not."
"I put on the damn cuffs for you, like you asked, and they're killing
me. I wish I hadn't."
"Your arms are going to be the least of your worries." I stepped towards
her with the shears from the hardware store. Her eyes went wide and she
began to shake.
"What are you going to do with those? Get away from me ..."
She was wearing jeans, which I began to cut away. Her foot came up and
tried to kick at me. I pressed down on her back increasing the pressure
on her shoulders until she cried out.
"Any more kicks out of you and I'll pop your shoulders out of their
sockets and leave you here. Understand?"
Sobbing, she managed to get out a nod and "Alright, please."
I gave her a little shove to get the point across and then released her.
She continued to cry quietly, but she sighed in relief as the pressure
was alleviated.
I stepped back and cut out the waistband of her designer jeans. Cut down
the legs and slipped them off.
Her crying abated, "You are going to rape me aren't you? You didn't have
to cut those off you know, you could have just taken them down. They're
damn expensive."
I just about laughed at the absurdity of it. This woman, thinking that
she is about to be raped, worrying about the cost of the jeans. I just
shook my head and reassured her, "I'm not going to rape you, at least
not the way you think I am. But you just might do some things that you
didn't think you would."
"Please let me go."
I slipped the scissors under the thin material of her panties and cut
them off her; exposing her to the world. She tried to press her legs
together to prevent me to removing the thin material, but a quick jab in
the ribs solved that problem.
"What are you going to do?"
I picked up a thin branch off the ground and showed it to her.
"I'm going to spank you with this."
"Oh my God. You have got to be kidding. Wh-Why?"
"Because it pleases me."
"It pleases you to hurt me? What have I ever done to you?" I could see
her desperately trying to get her wrists out of the handcuffs.
"However, if you want, we can make a deal ..."
"A deal?" I could see a light of hope in her eyes. Maybe I would just
rape her.
I tested the branch, whistling it through the air. Her eyes went wide. I
brought it down, without warning across her bare ass. Her eyes widened
as the sound of the blow reached her before the pain. I saw the
determination begin as tears sprang to her eyes, but she didn't cry out.
It wasn't a particularly hard stroke.
I crouched down in front of her and looked into her tear streaked face.
"A deal. You willingly strip the rest of your clothes off. Then we walk
back to the car. You cut the clothes off your friend Liz. You make love
to her breasts. Then you use this branch that would have spanked your
ass red, to whip her bare breasts, giving her, ohhh, eight strokes."
"Oh God. You know I can't do that."
"Oh, but you will, one way or the other."
"Please have mercy. I can't. I can't. You can whip me until I can't take
it anymore, but I can't do that to my friend. Her breasts? My God, are
you an animal? Do you have any idea how much that will hurt?"
"Alright, have it your way. When you want me to stop, just let me know."
I began to systematically whip the defenseless bare ass in front of me.
I watched in fascination as the skin welted from the branch. I was
careful to begin slowly, not break the skin, work her up to the pain of
the whipping. She gritted her teeth, and though her eyes watered from
the pain, she refused to cry out or beg me to stop. It took thirty
strokes before she couldn't take the pain any more. The last stroke must
have caught a particularly sensitive spot. A small cry escaped her lips.
Both she and I knew that she was going to break. She couldn't take much
more of this. Her legs were already beginning to dance with the pain.
Pulling against her bound arms and wrists.
I continued to whip her ass, occasionally landing one on her upper
thighs. Finally, a scream escaped her lips.
"Ahhhhh. Jesus. It hurts. Mercy. Stop. Please stop. For the love of God,
stop. You are going to kill me."
"Would you like a rest?"
"Argh. Yes. Please stop hitting me. Please."
I held my next stroke. I ran my fingers over her ass. There were welts
and very red skin but the skin hadn't broken yet. She squirmed at the
touch. The heat generated was from her bare ass was incredible. I
couldn't believe that she had stood there this long without breaking.
I gave her five minutes while I sat in the grass watching her struggle
with the handcuffs, unable to touch the burning surface of her behind.
Crying.
"Are you ready to continue?" I asked from beside her.
"Please. Don't do this. Let me go."
"Are you ready to do what I asked?"
"To Liz? I can't. Think about what you are asking."
"Alright then." I gave her another stroke.
"Arggggghhhhhh. I can't take it anymore. You are tearing me apart."
Another.
"Jesus. It hurts. Please. Please. Okay. I'm sorry Liz. Okay. I can't
take it anymore. I'll do it. You bastard. I'll do it. Will you let us go
afterwards?"
"Beg me."
"What?????"
"Beg me to allow you to kiss and whip Liz."
"You bastard. You cocksucking, pig. Never."
I raised the branch.
"Goddamn you. Alright. I'll do it. Please let me abuse Liz. Please let
me strip her and kiss her beautiful tits. Let me whip them until she
screams. You son-of-a-bitch bastard."
"That's better, now was that all that hard?" I asked sweetly.
"You goddamn motherfucker."
"Now, now."
"I'm sorry. I'll be good. Just don't hit me again. Please."
"Alright. For now."
"Will you let us go after I've tortured my friend? Please?"
"I have another task for you, but just one, as long as you behave."
"God. I'll behave."
I released the rope holding her hands up. They fell limply across her
back. She immediately tried to feel the damage to her ass, completely
unaware of the show she was pulling on for me.
I released her cuffs and she stood there docilely rubbing her welted
ass. I was kind of surprised that she didn't make a move to attack me.
"Strip," I order her.
"Please don't make me do this."
I sat there silently waiting. Her hands shook as she removed her
pullover and dropped it to the ground. She stood there in her bra and
shoes. I just motioned for her to continue.
"Please. Let me keep my bra. Haven't you seen enough?"
"I'm not going to ask you again."
Her hands shaking as she reached behind herself, thrusting her breasts
forward and unclipped the undergarment. It dropped away from her chest,
exposing her breasts. She looked at me expectantly; wondering what I
wanted her to do next. I pointed at her feet.
"My shoes? You're going to make me go barefoot as well?"
I nodded. Shaking her head, she kicked off her shoes. She wasn't wearing
any socks. And she stood in front of me completely nude. She didn't even
try to cover herself.
I pointed the gun at her and had her march in front of me back to the
car. Liz was still where I'd left her, chained to the steering wheel.
I unclipped the connecting chain allowing her free from the car. Her
eyes were scared as she took in her friend completely nude. I could see
that she was unbearably curious about what had happened. Why Catherine
was nude.
"What are you going to do to us?" she asked quietly.
"Catherine, here, is going to remove your clothes. And you are going to
let her."
Liz just looked at Catherine with fear in her eyes. Catherine just
nodded.
"Are you going to rape me?"
"No, you might be just a little uncomfortable afterwards, is all."
She looked at Catherine who just shrugged.
"I heard you hurting Cathy." she stammered. "Are you going to hurt me?
Please, I'll do anything you want. Please don't hurt me. Please let me
go."
"I am not going to hurt you," I wasn't lying. Catherine was.
"Now, I'm going to uncuff your wrists. I want you to stand still while
Catherine undresses you, all right?"
Liz numbly nodded. I walked over to Catherine and had her put her hands
behind her back. She obeyed, frightened to do anything else. I slipped
the cuffs that were previously on Liz onto Catherine.
"Now, Catherine, I want you to completely undress Liz."
She whispered back. "You are such a bastard. I'm gonna kill you if I
can."
I smiled back at her and prodded her forward with the gun.
Catherine had a lot of trouble getting the clothes off Liz with her
hands bound. At some points she even had to use her teeth. Quietly
cursing me under her breath. Eventually, Catherine managed to strip
everything off Liz except for her shoes. I decided to leave them on her.
For now.
"Okay Liz, I want you to lie down on the road spread eagled."
Liz, too frightened to anything else, mindlessly obeyed, stretching out
her long limbs above and below her, stretching her body out to its
fullest extent. I unlocked Catherine's hands and had her use rope to
hold Liz outstretched on the road.
"Catherine, make love to her tits. Now."
"Please don't make me do this. She's my friend. I'm not lesbian. She's
not either. Please."
"Would you like to go back to the tree?"
Liz just closed her eyes and mumbled something. Perhaps a prayer.
Catherine, beaten, crawled towards her friend's chest. She used her
hands and tongue to caress the bare breasts of her friend. It certainly
didn't look like they were enjoying it, though Liz was beginning to
breath a little harder and her nipples were certainly hardening.
Finally, I gently gripped Catherine's hair and pulled her back from her
task. Liz moaned a little and pulled against the ropes holding her down.
I handed the thin branch to Catherine. She looked at me with pleading
eyes, "Please, for the love of anything holy, don't make me do this.
She'll hate me forever. It'll kill her."
"What's happening," asked Liz from the asphalt below us.
"This bastard is making me beat you."
"Oh. Why?"
"Because he gets off on it. Liz, honey, he wants me to beat your
breasts."
"Oh God."
"Please don't make me do this. Do it yourself if you have to, but please
not me."
"We could go back to the tree if you like ..."
"You are a cold bastard, you know."
"Cathy. You can do it. Hit my breasts. I can't take hearing you on that
tree again. I'll survive. Please."
"It's going to hurt a lot."
"I know."
As she brought down the first stroke she turned to me, "I'm going to
kill you, I swear it. Somehow."
The first stroke marked the top of the bound woman's breasts.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh. God that hurts."
"I know, honey."
The next stroke caught her across the middle of the breasts, making a
mark just north of the nipples.
Liz took in a very sharp breath and let out a blood curdling scream. She
thrashed against the ropes, so wanting to protect her sensitive breasts.
"Please no more. It hurts. God it hurts."
Catherine looked sick as she brought the instrument of both their
torture back down across the breasts eliciting yet another scream from
her friend. Catherine collapsed at that point, crying and holding her
friend's breasts for her. Sobbing. Both of them. Such a simple thing.
Just a branch.
Liz managed to gasp out, "Please, it hurts so much. Why? How much more?"
I decided to let up with this. Liz was going to pass out if we continued
this much longer.
"Just two more," I decided.
"Please, can I rest for a moment."
I nodded, walking a short distance away from the crying women. In a
couple of minutes I wandered back, and Catherine glared up at me.
"Ready?"
Liz just nodded her head looking up through tear filled eyes.
I watched as Catherine laid another stripe across the bottom of her
friends breasts making them shake, and getting another scream out of
Liz. Her voice was beginning to fade.
"Last one, across the nipples, Catherine."
"You have to be joking."
"Not at all."
"Please Cathy, just finish," hoarsely from the shaking girl on the
pavement. "Please."
Catherine sobbed a bit, but brought the branch down hard, slashing
across her friends sensitive and erect nipples.
The pain in the girl was almost palpable. Her breasts exploded in agony
too great to describe.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Jesus. Christ. Please no more. Argh. Uhhh. I can't take
any more. My tits. Hurt. Please. I'm begging you. No more. Please."
Catherine turned around suddenly and swung the branch at me. I easily
ducked it, and caught her wrist on the follow through. Catherine gasped.
"You just earned your friend another one."
"Noooooooooo. Please no more. I'll do anything. Just don't hit my tits
again. Anything. Rape. Me. Hit my thighs. Hit my stomach. Just no more
on my tits. Please. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Please. No more. My tits.
Jesus. Christ. Please. I'm begging you. Catherine. Do what he says. I
can't take any more. Please. Oh. God. Please."
Catherine, who I'd forced to give her friend that last blow, collapsed
in a heap on the ground sobbing. Liz moaned on the ground.
I walked across and released her right wrist, immediately she cradled
her marked breasts. I released her left wrist as well, and left her
ankles bound. She cradled her beaten breasts, rocking and moaning.
Catherine didn't even resist as I pulled her arms behind her back and
slipped the cuffs on her. I used another set on her ankles securely
binding her on the ground.
Chapter 13
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
Leaving the two tormented females, I wandered back to my original prize.
Christi had managed to curl up on her side to sleep. Her bound hands and
ankles didn't seem to bother her ability to sleep, nor the hard pavement
upon which she was lying.
I woke her with a gentle slap to the breast. She didn't jump as I'd
expected, but rather just opened her eyes and stretched as best she
could.
"How long?"
I was bewildered by the question.
"How long have I been asleep," she clarified.
"No idea, maybe an hour or two."
Groggily. "You just interrupted a great dream."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, I wasn't here. I had clothes on. I wasn't in chains. And I hadn't
even heard of you. I slept in my comfortable bed, not hard pavement."
She looked up at the sky, "I couldn't have slept that long. It's still
morning."
I just looked at her. "Have you forgotten?"
"Oh God. Time. It takes some getting used to. Are you ever going to
restart the world?"
"When I'm ready. Come on, on your feet." Christi groaned and struggled
to get to her bare feet. The chains making the journey difficult. I
reached down and handed her the pack. "Come on, we have a ride waiting."
"I'm wearing the chains. I'm naked. I'm the girl. And you make *me*
carry the pack. To make it worse what's in the sack? Equipment that you
are going to use to torture me. Ironic. Can we please take off this
silly thing on my ankles. It's hard to walk."
I looked at her. I couldn't tell if she was kidding or not. She almost
certainly wasn't about the ankle cuffs.
"Well, its either you carry the pack like I ask, or I can whip your tits
until you beg to carry it. And the ankle cuffs stay on until I take them
off you. The whole point is that it is harder to walk."
Christi gulped. "I'm sorry. I'll carry it. I'll carry it. And I'll be
happy to wear the chains as long as you want. Just don't hurt me.
Please."
I led her by her leash towards the BMW. She walked as best she could
behind me.
I heard her make a sharp intake of breath as she saw the crying girls by
the BMW. Christi whispered to me, "What the hell did you put them
through?"
"I played with them a bit."
"God. Did you ever. Thank-you for not including me," she was serious.
"The one holding her breasts, that's Elizabeth. The one in the cuffs is
Catherine."
Liz looked up at the sound of my voice, her eyes widening as she saw
Christi leashed and collared behind me. She hadn't even untied her own
ankles yet.
"Please let us go."
"Soon," I promised. Soon she wouldn't even remember her ordeal. I turned
to Christi and removed her handcuffs. She stood silently rubbing her
sore wrists. She had been in those handcuffs for a long time. I motioned
for Christi to throw the pack into the car, which she did.
"Christi, remember Kimberly? I want you to lash Liz's breasts the same
way that hers are, okay?"
Christi knew better than to argue, so walked slowly forward, the ankle
chains still impeding her, and knelt down beside Liz.
Liz looked at her realizing what was about to happen. "Please, no more.
My tits are still on fire. I can't take any more. Tie me up. Do anything
you have to, but please, not my tits. Please. You're a woman. Have
mercy. Please."
Christi whispered, "I'm so sorry. I know they hurt. I'll be as gentle as
I can, if he lets me." She looked over her shoulder at me. I nodded.
Christi, on her own, bent and gently kissed Liz's breasts, trying to
comfort the shaking girl. But in the end, she began forming the cruel
rope bra that I had demanded. I couldn't tell if this was turning her on
or not. All I knew was that Liz wasn't enjoying it at all. But I could
see that Christi was being as gentle as she could around the sensitive
flesh.
Catherine was beginning to pull at her chains hearing her friend crying.
I bent down and gathered her up into my arms. This chained naked woman.
"What are you going to do with us now. Please."
"Nothing more to hurt you. You, I'm going to put out of the way in the
trunk. Liz is going to drive us to the mall. That's all. Then, I'll be
out of your life."
"In the trunk? Why?"
"To keep you out of the way. And as punishment for the branch trick."
"But you made me hit Liz again for that."
"I'll punish as I see fit."
I called to Christi to pop the trunk. I remembered to free the back of
the car from its time freeze before Christi could pop the trunk.
Christi, glared at me, but I had a helpless nude woman in my arms.
Christi dropped the rope wrapping of Liz's exposed breasts and leaned
into the car, popping the trunk from the inside of the car.
"Please don't do this to me. Not in the trunk. I'll do anything. I swear
it."
"You'll let me whip your tits?"
"Please no. The trunk. I'll be fine in the trunk," she backtracked
quickly.
I unceremoniously dumped Catherine into the trunk, knocking the wind out
of her. And quickly closed the lid. I could hear her crying softly in
her confinement, but I knew she'd be alright.
By this time Christi had wrapped Liz's breasts in rope. They bulged
unnaturally and Liz winced with every small movement. I reached out and
traced a finger across the swollen flesh. I knew that it was taking
every ounce of will power not to pull away. I could see the lines of
pain on her face, but to her credit, she didn't cry out.
I reached down and released her ankles from their bindings. Liz
immediately brought her legs together and tried to find a position to
minimize the strain on her bound breasts. I had her hold out her wrists
and used handcuffs to bind them together. Christi resigned, held out her
hands as well and accepted the cuffs back.
This was going to be one of those times that I had to take a bit of a
risk. I left the two women kneeling on the pavement outside the car. If
this didn't work, then their misery might just be over. If I crashed the
car, trying to get it out of the traffic flow, then I might have to
return to the beginning of this adventure and try all over again. I
couldn't trust one of the women to do it without panicking. I slipped
behind the steering wheel. Planted my foot on the brake full force.
Concentrated on freeing the front of the car from the time freeze and
felt the car pull forward with its lost momentum. As the brakes caught,
I heard Catherine thrown against the front of the trunk, and cry out in
terror.
In a flash of molten rubber, much smoke and some sheer luck, the car
stopped barely inches from the frozen truck in front of it. I turned off
the engine and motioned Liz and Christi to make their way over.
The girls struggled to their feet. Liz having trouble keeping her sore
breasts still against their ropes. Christi simply having trouble with
the ankle hobble. They tried to help each other and made their way over
to the BMW.
I was out of the car by this point. "Liz, you drive. Christi, lie down
in the back seat."
Liz climbed behind the wheel. Christi crawled into the back seat with
some difficulty and curled up. I slipped into the back seat with Christi
and positioned her head in my lap. I idly played with her right breast
as she began to fall asleep again.
Christi mumbled, "You really ought to give Liz some pointers on driving.
Us women aren't used to driving without clothes, and handcuffed. I
almost killed us earlier. That wouldn't be good. Not to mention her
slight breast distraction." Just before she fell into a deep sleep.
"Okay, Liz, slow and steady. You aren't used to driving in traffic like
this and especially with handcuffs."
"I've driven in handcuffs before."
"Huh?"
"One of my old boyfriends used to like tying me up."
"Really?"
"Yeah. We once went for this long drive with me in handcuffs. I can do
it. Where do you want to go?" No asking for the handcuffs off. No
whining. Just "I can do it." Either she'd lost her will or she was
simply really scared. Probably the latter.
"Hampton Mall. No rush."
"Can we please loosen my tit ropes? Or take them off? Please? My tits
are in agony and every bump ... I've done everything you asked. No
complaints. I won't ask for anything else. I'll do anything else you
want. Please."
"I'll think about it."
She sighed and tears sprang to her eyes as she tried to cradle her
breasts with her arms. Liz began crying softly to herself. Had to ask
permission to untie her own breasts. Doing everything that was asked of
her. And still not having enough control. I let her sob to herself for a
while and then I relented.
"Listen, I'll loosen the ropes after you drive halfway there. But don't
rush, the last thing we need is an accident. Where's the halfway point?"
Such a small thing. She managed to stop crying long enough to struggle
and start the car. It was like Christi when I moved her hands from
behind her back to her front. Completely broken. I'd have to remember
that. Liz might come in useful later as well.
"The Shell station on Beare Road, I think. Thank-you sir."
I took a quick mental note of the mileage.
We made a slow way towards the mall. Liz was a careful driver. Not
attempting to engage in conversation. Probably afraid that she would get
into more trouble for talking and lose any chance of getting the ropes
loosened.
As we passed the Shell station, I had her pull over. I had her get out
of the car and kneel on the road. Christi slept through this all in the
back seat.
Liz knelt still, though I could see that she was in pain. My loosening
of the ropes probably caused blood to rush into the tissue causing a
fair bit of discomfort for the naked girl. Tears formed, but didn't
spill over. She gasped as the ropes were released.
I prepared to put the ropes back onto her.
"Let me know what's comfortable."
"Please, sir, can't we not put them on. My tits are so sore from that
awful whipping Catherine gave me." I noted that she hadn't blamed me
though I was certainly the driving force. She and I both knew that.
"I'll do anything you want. Please?"
"My dear, I want to have you in breast ropes. But I'll try and make it
comfortable for you."
The tears spilled over, but she resigned herself to the discomfort. At
least it wouldn't be as tight as Christi made it. I had told Christi not
to play light because she felt sorry for her fellow captive.
She raised her cuffed wrists above her head, allowing me easy access to
her naked breasts. I carefully wound the soft rope around her body, only
gently squeezing her breasts with the rope. She gasped at the touches
but didn't complain. I'm not sure if she was afraid to complain about
the tightness or whether it was simply comfortable enough to stand.
I briefly toyed with the idea of punishing Christi for making the breast
bondage on Liz too loose, but decided only to use that if necessary.
Liz through her tears whispered, "Thank-you" before climbing gingerly
back behind the wheel and waited to resume our trek.
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I climbed back into the back seat with Christi. She stirred in her sleep
but didn't wake.
"Okay, Liz, on to the mall."
After a while, Liz announced that they had arrived. I must have dozed a
bit myself. Christi awoke and sat up. I toyed with the idea of punishing
her for sitting up without permission but satisfied myself with
chastising her. "Wasn't my last order to lie down in the back seat?"
Her face didn't register comprehension, not quite understanding why she
wasn't allowed to sit up. But after a brief glance, and a look of worry,
quietly lowered herself back to the seat.
"Park up near the door."
Liz drove through the crowded parking lot and parked up near the
entrance to the mall. The mall was reasonable crowded. Lots of cars.
Lots of people. After we'd parked, I ordered Christi to get out of the
car. She struggled with the chains binding her, but managed to crawl out
of the car.
I leaned forward over the seat and used another pair of handcuffs to
secure Liz's wrists to the steering wheel.
"Why?" was all she asked.
"Because I might need a ride later."
"You said you'd let us go. Is Cathy alright?" she was crying.
"I'll let you go if I decide that I don't need a ride."
"Please let us go. We didn't do anything to you."
"I know. Christi and I are just going into the mall for a while. You
want to come?"
She quickly realized that she probably didn't want to come along and
shook her head. "Please, can't you let Cathy go? I'll stay with you if
you need a hostage. I'll do whatever you say. You can even tie my tits
up tight again. Please."
"My dear, I can do whatever I want to both you and Catherine. Whether
you want it to happen or not." Tears began to fall from her eyes again.
"But I'll consider letting Catherine go. If you promise to cooperate
with me. And you'll allow yourself to be punished for her leaving."
She cried a bit more but nodded. "I'll do anything you want." She
sounded completely defeated.
I finished cuffing her to the steering wheel and stepped out of the car.
I cracked a window for her, since she couldn't do it herself and left
her quietly crying behind the wheel.
I walked around the car to find Christi on her knees on the asphalt
beside the passenger door. Her subservience surprised me, but I'll
admit, her demeanor cut off most thoughts of punishing her. Hard to
punish someone so willing to please.
"Wrists."
She obediently held up her wrists. I unlocked the steel bands which had
held her so long. She idly rubbed her wrists, "What are you planning to
do in the mall?"
"Oh, I have some ideas."
"I'll bet. Do they include me? Should I be getting my tongue ready?"
I just smiled and she groaned.
"Hands and knees."
"Oh please don't make me crawl again. You have no idea how humiliating
it is."
"But it is fun to watch."
"God." she began to crawl. Her ankles still in the hated ankle hobble
made the journey extremely slow and probably more painful for the naked
woman at my feet. But we took our time.
Hampton Mall is a smallish strip mall with mainly clothing stores and
specialty boutiques. My real reason for coming here was the specialty
adults only store near the far end of the mall. We moved very slowly up
the main isle of the mall. I could tell that Christi was feeling the
roughness of the tile floor against her hands and knees, but I forced
her to continue that way, despite its slowness and despite her repeated
requests to walk "normally."
Finally, after I had ignored her for some time, she had given up and
resigned herself to the fact that she was going to crawl, like it or
not.
I forced her to crawl the entire length of the mall, crawling around
frozen people. She must have been getting used to the idea that she
could be crawling naked, chained through a mall and that nobody was
going to notice except her captor.
We arrived in front of the adult store and I saw her look up at the sign
and groan.
"Not more toys."
"Yup." I opened the door and let her crawl in. "To your feet."
She looked up at me in amazement, she had been crawling so long. She
didn't need a second instruction, but scrambled to her bare feet. Since
her hands were uncuffed, it was much easier on her to rise this time.
I glanced around the store. Magazines. A female cashier. Two customers.
One browsing through the movies. Another female checking out the
vibrators. Shelves of sex toys.
Christi's eyes widened.
"Have you ever been in one of these stores before?"
"Naked and chained? Or just normally."
I just gave her a withering look. She actually smiled and almost
laughed.
"No. In either state. Though I've often wondered what one was like
inside."
"Well, here's your chance. I want you to pick up some stuff for me."
"Like what?"
"Well, some bondage movies."
"Big surprise."
"And some vibrators. Different sizes. You need the clerk to help you?"
"Please no. I think I can do it on my own," the thought of her naked and
chained and having to ask the clerk to help went through her head. Not
to mention how I might convince the girl to help.
Christi wandered off to complete her task while I wandered over to the
magazine rack and picked up some bondage related magazines. I wandered
over to the B&D racks and picked up some leather cuffs, chains,
padlocks, a riding crop, some extra steel cuffs, a leather hood, some
nipple clamps and various other interesting items.
I threw everything in a bag and wandered back to Christi. She had an
armful of vibrators, all different sizes and shapes. She was just
looking through the movies.
She turned as I approached. "I'll bet you want the rough and rape type
as opposed to the gentle and kind ones."
"Pick up a couple of each." I held the bag open for her choices.
She dumped the vibrators into the bag. I saw her shudder as she saw the
stuff that I had already placed in it. The nipple clamps were on top.
She quickly chose a couple of videos and tossed them into the bag as
well.
I looked at her and without me even having to say anything, she simply
held her wrists out. I locked them together with the handcuffs and
watched as she twisted her wrists a bit to find the most comfortable
position.
As we walked out of the store, I began to talk to her.
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"Our goal here is to find a family somewhere in this mall. I want a
reasonably attractive family. Father. Mother. Two daughters. Not too
young. Sixteen at least. I want you to help pick them."
"What are you going to do to them?"
"You'll find out in good time."
"Nothing they'll enjoy I'll wager."
"Don't know. But I doubt it."
"I'm not going to enjoy it either, am I?"
"Don't know. But I doubt it."
She groaned. "Just please don't make me do anymore lesbian things. I
really hate that." She wiggled her tongue for emphasis.
About halfway down the mall, Christi reluctantly pointed out a man in
his late thirties standing in a women's clothing store. What appeared to
be two daughters were frozen looking through the racks of clothing.
There was a family resemblance. The two girls looked to be late teens.
The man looked extremely bored.
"I really wanted a mother as well ..."
"Maybe she's in the dressing room. Jesus, I can't believe that I'm
helping you."
"I guess it won't hurt to find out. That guy looks a bit bored anyway."
"I'm sure you'll help him with that."
I just smiled and left Christi standing in the middle of the mall, and
walked into the store to get a closer look at my victims. I wandered
into the dressing rooms and sure enough there were two women in
different rooms. The first didn't look promising. A girl of about twenty
seven or so just about to pull off her sweater. I toyed with the idea of
starting up time and using her, but decided to continue. The next room
had a trim woman of about thirty-five ... maybe forty in the middle of
dressing. She stood there, motionless with a pair of slacks in her hand,
bent down to slip them on. She had a top, still on the hanger. She was
only in her bra and panties, having kicked off her shoes to slip on the
pants. She bore some resemblance to the girls out in the store, but not
as much as the man.
Only way to find out for sure was to take them and ask.
I wandered back out into the store. Christi had moved into the store,
but I decided not to chastise her for leaving the spot I'd left her.
"Well?" she asked.
"Maybe. I'll wake up the daughter and ask. But I need you out of the way
for a moment otherwise she'll really panic."
"Damn, what are you going to do, tie me up in another store?"
"Not this time, though that doesn't sound like a bad idea. You like
books?"
The odd comment threw her and she was wary. "Some books."
"It's alright, I was just going to give you some time off. You can go
browse in the book store next door until I need you."
Her face registered complete disbelief. I'd been treating her cruelly
for so long, she couldn't believe it.
"Go on, before I change my mind and chain you up in a change room."
Without another word, she walked out of the women's store with her
shortened steps. A smile playing along her lips as she looked forward to
some private time.
I considered how to best get the family into my control. Probably
through the youngest daughter. She looked to be about sixteen or
seventeen. I walked up to her. Trim. Well developed chest. Pretty face.
She was currently walking towards a rack of evening gowns.
I brought out the gun and pointed it at her chest, concentrated and
brought time back into focus for her. Her momentum threw her forward and
almost into me. To her, it would have appeared like I'd just appeared
out of thin air.
She made a startled gasp and looked around. The world around her was
completely frozen, except for her and I. Her eyes traveled to the gun
leveled at her and then up to my face.
"Uh hello," she began calmly. "Where'd you come from." Cool girl.
"Just dropped in." I waved the gun at her. "Care to sit down?"
"I guess." Her eyes on the gun.
"What do you want?" she sat down in one of the courtesy chairs.
"Your name first."
"Jane." Nothing more.
"Well, Jane, that your sister over there?"
She nodded. "Why isn't she moving? What's happening."
"World's frozen." Not much of an explanation, but she didn't have to
know all the gory details. All she needed to know was that I had a gun.
And she was aware of that. Her eyes hardly left it.
"What do you want with me?"
I ignored her question. "That your father?"
"Uh huh."
"Where's your mother?"
"Change room."
"Your sister's name and age?"
Her eyes still on the gun. "Elaine. She's nineteen. I'm seventeen." she
volunteered.
"Okay, Jane. I need to keep you out of the way for a few minutes. Will
you let me tie you into that chair?" I slowly reached down and pulled
some rope out of the bag I'd put at my feet.
"Are you going to hurt me?"
"No." I sort of lied, well, I wasn't going to hurt her for a while yet.
And not at all, if everyone cooperated.
"Alright. My brother ties me up sometimes. I guess I don't mind as long
as you don't hurt me."
"Your brother? Is he here as well?"
"Nope. Didn't want to do any shopping today. Lucky him."
I moved behind the chair and had her place her arms behind her. Quick as
lightning, as soon as I was behind the chair, she leapt out of it and
began to run. I sighed and mentally narrowed the time bubble around her
until she began to slow. Finally, at a complete stop, I casually
wandered over to her and stood in front of her. Jammed the gun into her
ribs and re animated her time.
Her startled scream echoed through the silent mall. To her it had seemed
like I instantaneously moved to her from the chair.
"Shit," she mumbled.
"Next time you try a stunt like that, I'll knock a hole in you the size
of New York. Be clear about this. You can't hurt me. You can't get away.
And I will hurt you if I have to."
I could see the fear in her eyes. The calmness had almost left. But I
watched her struggle it back in control. I could almost imagine what she
was going through. Alone. A strange guy with a gun. Wanting to tie her
up. Of course, she was going to try and escape. I marveled at her self
control. Most other women that I'd confronted like this panicked pretty
quick. Liz. Catherine. Kimberly. Linda. Christi.
But Jane was the first that actually tried a bold escape.
Jane sat back in the chair and put her wrists behind the chair without
being asked. This time, I lashed her wrists together as she sat calmly.
I moved around the front of the chair and lashed her ankles to the chair
legs.
She squirmed a bit, "You don't have to tie my legs you know. Where am I
going to go?"
I ignored her and brought the gun up and pressed it into her temple. I
felt the poor girl shaking in fear as she felt the gun against her head.
I concentrated and all of a sudden the man and the woman identified as
Elaine came to life. I felt Jane pulling against the bonds.
The father almost immediately saw me. "What the hell ..." The sister
turned to see what the problem was. I doubt if either one of them
noticed that everyone else was frozen.
I remarked casually, "Don't do anything stupid."
The father mumbled, "Don't do anything stupid, hell." And began to move
towards me.
I whipped the gun up from Jane's head and pointed it at his approaching
chest. "Sir, I would suggest that you stop. You won't be able to help
your daughter if you're dead ..."
This stopped him. The sister had frozen as soon as she saw the gun in my
hand.
"What the hell d'ya want. Let my daughter go. How ..."
"What I want, is for you to understand the situation. If you don't do
what I say. And exactly what I say, then I'll be forced to shoot one of
these pretty girls."
"Daddy ..." the girl named Elaine whimpered from behind a rack of
clothes.
"Now, nice and slowly I want you to leave the store. Go out the
concourse and sit down on a bench." He didn't move. "Now." I waved the
gun back at Jane, tied in the chair. She whimpered.
The man still didn't move. But Jane spoke up in a voice a lot clearer
than I would ever have been able in her position. "Please Daddy. Just do
what he says."
The man, watching me the whole way, backed very slowly out of the store.
Reaching behind him, he sat down on the bench but watched what was going
on in the store with feral eyes.
"Elaine. I don't want to hurt you, but I need you do something for me. I
need you to go tie your father to that bench. I need him out of the way.
You know how to tie knots don't you?", I said in a voice that shouldn't
carry all the way to the concourse.
Elaine just stood still and whimpered.
I heard the waif under my gun whisper to me, "Then why did you unfreeze
him?" A sharp one. She was catching on already that I was controlling
the freeze. And that I was up to something. "Elaine is kind of hopeless
with knot tying. You haven't played cowgirls and Indians with her. Let
me do it. I've learned a lot about tying knots from my brother. I've
been in them enough. The little bastard. Just don't hurt anyone."
"Elaine, come here."
"Elaine hesitated, but began walking over to me and her bound sister.
Jane concerned asked, "You okay?" from her chair.
Elaine just nodded.
"Come here. Sit beside your sister."
I heard from the concourse bench, "You bloody bastard. Leave them alone.
Do whatever you want to me."
I thought to myself. Doing whatever I wanted to the father would be sooo
not fun though. I ignored him but kept one eye watching him. He didn't
move from his bench though, I guess scared for the safety of his
daughters.
"You see your sister, Elaine, sit like that."
Elaine frightened, moved her arms behind her and crossed her wrists. She
gasped as I wrapped some cord around them and tied them off. Same thing
with her ankles.
I debated going to tie the father myself, but decided that he might make
a move if I was close enough. No sense having to start this adventure
over again. I already had the girls.
"Okay, Janie. I'm going to untie you. You go tie your father to the
bench. And I will check if he's tied tight. If not ..." I just let the
comment hang.
Jane shook off the ropes as I untied her. She picked up the pieces as I
followed her out of the boutique and into the concourse.
The father was livid. "Now what?"
"Jane is going to tie you to the bench to keep you out of the way. I
want you to let her."
"What the fuck is going on here," he motioned to the motionless people
throughout the mall.
"Daddy, he can freeze and unfreeze people. Please do what he says," Jane
answered for me.
"The hell I will."
"Daddy, listen to me. He has Elaine tied up in the store. I tried to get
away, and he caught me without even trying. That gun is real. Trust me.
It doesn't matter what you do. If he doesn't just kill you, he'll freeze
you and do whatever it is he wants to me and Elaine anyway. Please just
let me tie you to this bench. It doesn't matter. And I'd feel better if
you weren't frozen and were here for us. Please."
A really sharp one.
The father sighed and relaxed somewhat.
"Goddamn it okay. But you had better not hurt my daughters or I swear
I'll find some way to kill you."
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Jane knelt on the ground and began to tie his ankles together.
"Hey not so tight."
"Sorry Daddy, but he said that if I didn't tie this securely, then, he'd
hurt Elaine."
He glowered, but didn't offer up any further complaints.
She continued to use the rope to immobilize her father. Tying his wrists
securely and running ropes around the slats of the bench to hold him
securely there.
After she was done, I had her move off to the side, and checked her
work. I was glad that I didn't play cowgirls and Indians with her.
As we walked back into the store, I outlined the next portion of the
plan to Jane. "Now, the hard part. I need you to get your mother."
"Why do you want her. You are planning on doing something to us. Aren't
you?"
She was sharp this one. No lack of insight here.
"I might be. Tell her what is happening. Tell her that I need her out
here right away, that I'm going to hurt your sister if she doesn't come
out as she is and immediately."
"Oh God. You won't hurt her?"
"Have I hurt anyone yet?"
She just looked at me. Still calm. She was the only one. Elaine was
quietly sobbing in her chair.
I walked her back to the change room and watched as Jane opened each
door until she found the one with her mother.
"She's frozen."
Jane slipped into the change room with her mother and closed the door. I
could still hear their conversation from my post out in the hall. A
burst of concentration and ...
"Janie, what are you doing in here. How."
"Please Mom, no time to explain. You've got to listen to me."
"OK ..."
"Listen there is some guy out in the store waving a gun around and he
insisted that I come back and get you."
"Where's Daddy?"
"He's uhhhhh tied up at the moment." I actually smiled at this one.
"What on earth does he want with me?"
"I have no idea. Hurry." Jane tugged at her mother.
"Dear, I have to put some clothes on."
"No time. He said now. Please Mom. Elaine."
"Alright, alright."
The two of them came out of the dressing room. The elder just in bra and
panties. Jane tugging her mother. She saw me pretty quick. By this time
I'd moved back out into the store.
"Sir, would you put the gun down please? You are going to hurt someone."
Calm like her daughter. Jane just peered at me wondering what was going
to happen.
"Ma'am, if I put the gun down, then you are most unlikely to do as I
ask, isn't that so."
The woman glanced around the store. Not quite comprehending the
situation, but noticing that the world seemed strange all of a sudden.
"What do you want me to do?"
"I would like you to sit in that chair over there by your daughter." The
woman sensibly moved over to her bound daughter. "Not that chair; one
down." I didn't want her to sit right next to Elaine.
"Are you all right honey?" the mother asked.
Elaine nodded. Tears still flowing.
"Okay Jane, you know the drill. Rope."
Jane sighed and moved towards her mother.
"Sir, this is most uncivilized. I don't need to be bound down. I'll do
whatever it is you want." I wasn't so sure of that, but didn't say
anything. "At least allow me the decency of some clothing."
That almost made me laugh. Christi next door probably would have laughed
as well. Clothes? On a woman? Whatever for?
"Ma'am, I just don't need trouble. Cooperate and you and your daughters
won't be hurt."
She sat still while her youngest daughter tied her into the chair. The
knots were as secure as those on her father. I checked.
"Alright, Jane, come here."
Jane walked over to me and allowed me to place one side of a handcuff on
her right wrist. I attached the other side to the chrome of a built in
clothes rack. Jane allowed this quietly.
I left the unfortunate family bound while I went in search of Christi.
The bookstore beside the clothing store seemed deserted. If that girl
had wandered off, I would find her. And she would be sorely sorry.
"Christi?"
"Right here." came the immediate answer. I wandered towards the soft
voice. I rounded the corner of an aisle and found the girl curled up on
the carpeted floor. She was lying on her front, quietly reading a
Stephen King novel. Having a bit of trouble with the pages, considering
her bound wrists, but managing alright.
She sat up as I approached.
"Break over?" she asked with disappointment. "I heard the yelling. I
take it the father wasn't very happy about things."
"I've barely started," I smiled. "Come on, we have things to do."
She sighed as she struggled to get up. I helped Christi to her bare feet
and walked her slowly out into the mall. Her eyes widened at the sight
of the father tied securely to the bench in the mall. Her face wore a
"How did you manage to do this?" look, but she didn't say anything. In
turn I saw his eyes widen as he took in the naked, chained, blonde
beauty I was leading out into the mall.
Nobody said anything as I led Christi back into the clothing shop.
I had her sit quietly on the other side of the store from Elaine and her
mother.
The mother spoke first, maybe a little shaken by the sight of Christi.
The situation had abruptly changed. What did I want with them? "What are
you going to do to us? Please let us go. We all promise not to tell
anyone about this. Our secret. OK?"
Ignoring her, I approached Jane who couldn't seem to keep her eyes off
Christi.
"Now Jane, I want you to do something for me."
"What?" she asked me warily.
"I want to watch you strip in front of your father."
I heard her mother groan. Jane turned pale.
"So that is why you unfroze him. You were planning this from the
beginning. You pig. Please just let us go. Don't make me do that."
"Will you?"
"Of course not. He's my father. Hasn't seen me undress since I was like
five."
"Alright. I'm going to show you the alternate."
Jane just looked at me with fear in her eyes.
I showed her the riding crop that I'd picked up in the adult store.
"See this." She nodded. Sick. "I am going to use it on Elaine. I am
going to hit her with it, probably on the breasts, maybe the face, until
her screams are too much for you. She can't do anything about it tied in
the chair like that. Until you agree to go out in front of your father
and strip."
"Please don't make me do this. I can't."
I heard her mother and Elaine moan from across the store. I doubt if the
father out in the mall could hear the conversation.
Christi spoke up. "Jane, that's your name right? Jane, trust me, you
will do what he says in the end anyway. Spare your sister some pain. You
have no idea how much a riding crop will hurt on breasts. I've seen it.
Trust me. Just do what he says."
Jane began to cry. I watched as the tears formed and overflowed her
eyelids. It was actually kind of pretty. A moment later, she made her
decision and I watched the incredible control roll down her face like a
window shade. The tears dried, almost instantly, and her mouth set in a
determined line.
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"Okay, you bastard, I'll do it. But only because of Elaine. If it had
been my boobs you threatened, I wouldn't be doing this." She defiantly
held out the cuffed wrist against the chain so I could unlock it.
I unlocked the steel binding and she rubbed her wrist where it had dug
into her soft skin. We walked together to the mall aisle. The woman
about to lose her clothes and her dignity and the bastard that was going
to watch it. I had Christi stay in the store.
As we emerged from the store, her father was a bit more reasonable. I
seriously doubted that the reasonableness was going to last when he
found out what I had planned for his youngest daughter.
"What do you want? Money?"
Jane surprised me and replied for me, "Daddy, he doesn't want money. He
doesn't want anything that you can give him. He already has everything
he wants."
"What are you talkin' about?"
Jane hung her head. "He's got us. I'm sorry Daddy. I don't want to do
this. But we have to do what he says. Forgive me. Please."
With that, I watched as she gripped the bottom of her rugby shirt and in
one fluid motion pulled it over her head. Her skin was milky, the flash
of colour of her bra marring the surface. Without any other hesitation
she dropped her sweat pants and stepped out of them. Her father groaned
and closed his eyes.
I stopped Jane from continuing. "What's your parent's names?", I
whispered.
"Dave and Dora," she was breathing hard.
"Dave, open your eyes. If you don't watch the strip show here, I will
cause someone in there some discomfort. I'm certainly enjoying it."
"You fucking bastard. I swear I'll kill you. I swear it." Keeping his
eyes closed.
I just looked at Jane. She moaned a bit but did what she had to, "Daddy,
please. You have to watch me. You know what he threatened to do to
Elaine? I can't even tell you. But he'd do it. In a second. And enjoy
it. It was enough to get me out here and strip in front of you. You
think I want to do this? Don't let him do that to Elaine. I'm begging
you Daddy. Please."
This strong willed woman begging her father to watch her strip. Must
have just about killed her.
Her father slowly opened his eyes and gave me a glare. I have to admit
that I'm glad that looks can't kill.
Jane whispered to herself, "Thank-you God."
She was standing there in her bra and panties and sneakers. She looked
at me.
"Please don't make me continue. For Jesus sakes, he is my father. I'm
his daughter. Don't make me. Please. I'll strip for you. I'll let you
chain me up like that other woman. I'll fuck you. Anything but this.
Please."
I just motioned for her to continue. Resigned, she hung her head and
continued by very slowly kicking off her shoes and peeling off her
socks. At this point, it was probably no worse than her swimming in a
bikini in front of her father. It was the next part that was going to be
hard.
She looked at me one more time. "Please?"
Her father had closed his eyes again.
"Everything Jane. Dave, open those eyes."
He snapped them open and focused again on his youngest daughter.
Jane's tears had returned, but she found the strength to reach behind
her and unclip the bra encasing her breasts. Recovering somewhat, she
held her head high and in one fluid motion pulled the bra from her chest
letting it drop at her bare feet, exposing her breasts to her father for
the first time in many years I would imagine. I watched as her father
cringed, closed his eyes briefly, but opened them again.
The hard part begun, Jane lost the hesitation, just wanting to get it
over with; she pulled her underwear from her hips and slipped them down
her legs. She stepped out of them daintily and stood proudly in her
nudity. No attempt to cover herself. Not that I would have allowed that
anyway. She probably knew that.
She was breathing hard, tears were now running down her face. I motioned
for her to make a full turn. The naked girl closed her eyes but obeyed.
Her father, his breathing irregular was trying to pretend that this
wasn't happening. Trying, without success, I would imagine, to see his
bare daughter and ignore the fabulous display all at the same time.
I waved the gun at Jane and motioned her to walk in front of me back
into the store.
"Goddamn you, you better not touch a hair on them." Her father struggled
with the ropes that Jane had tied so well.
I walked Jane back to her handcuff. As we passed Christi, she looked up
with tears in her eyes and whispered to us, "You know you are a right
bastard." I smiled back at her and she just shook her head in
resignation.
As I reached to place Jane's wrist in the handcuff, Jane stopped me
gently. "Please. You don't have to cuff me. If I could do that for you,"
meaning the strip show for her father, "I'm not about to run away."
I just gave her a reassuring grin. "You did well. You surprised me. But
for now, I have to cuff you."
"Please just a moment with my mother and sister?"
I just about told her no, but I looked at Christi and she motioned for
me with her cuffed hands, to let her be with her family for a moment.
I let go of Jane's slender wrist and let her pad naked over to her
mother and sister. She fell to her knees and hugged Elaine. Then she
moved two chairs down and gave her mother a big hug.
I heard her say to them, "It's OK. I'm OK. Just do what he says. For me.
OK? Make sure that I didn't do that for nothing. I love you." Elaine was
still crying softly, and tears brimmed in her mother's eyes. Her mother
nodded silently and fixed me with another one of those glares.
Tears in her eyes, Jane rose back to her feet and walked back to me and
extended her wrist for me to cuff. I snapped the cuff around her wrist
but didn't tighten it into the skin. Just enough that she couldn't
escape it.
She looked at me, "I still think you're a bastard, but thank-you for
letting me go to them. Don't hurt them, please?"
She was a strong one. I nodded curtly.
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I walked over to where Christi was seated. She looked up at me. "My turn
to be tormented again I suppose."
I ignored her and handed her the shears from the hardware store. The
hardware store reminded me of Kimberly, probably still bound nude in
that chair suffering that tight breast bondage and the clothes pins she
had had to beg me to put on her. Probably should go check on her soon.
Christi gripped the shears in her bound hands and looked up at me. For a
fleeting moment I thought I saw her gauge her chances at driving the
blades into my chest. The moment passed. Not sure whether it was the
fact that she knew that it would fail. Or whether she was still
wondering about that promise I made in her mother's office. Either way,
she rose from the chair to her feet.
"Christi, I need you to go cut the clothes off Elaine."
"Please, haven't you done enough to them?"
Jane just moaned.
I didn't answer Christi and after a moment, she knew that she'd have to
do it. She walked with her small steps, chains jangling, to the older
sister who cringed back as far as she could against the ropes.
Christi whispered something to the girl to try and calm her, but ended
up slipping the scissors in at the neck line of her sweatshirt and split
it down the middle exposing the bra enclosed breasts. A few more strokes
of the shears and the fabric of her shirt and skirt had been shredded
from her body.
Elaine spoke for the first time directed at Christi. "Please don't
continue. You don't need to strip me."
I heard Christi's reply. "I have to. You have to understand that I don't
have a choice." She continued by cutting first the panties then the bra
and gently removing them from the trembling girl.
Jane just hung her head. "Strip her, but please don't hurt her. OK? I
stripped for you ..."
I moved closer, getting an idea of what I wanted to do. The father was
going to blow a gasket with this one.
I walked forward and picked up Christi's leash, pushing her to her
knees. I removed the handcuffs so she could crawl.
"Crawling again. Please no."
I just tugged on the leash and the naked girl began to crawl in front of
these strangers. I led her out to the bench with the father tied to it.
Dave's eyes widened as he watched me lead the docile beauty out on her
leash. I saw him let his breath out as he realized that it wasn't one of
his daughters or his wife crawling behind me.
I had Christi kneel for me and handed her the scissors.
"I want you to cut out the crotch of his pants."
Dave began to struggle against the ropes as Christi inched forward on
her knees. His struggling making it difficult to determine the best
place to cut the fabric.
I idly commented, "If he doesn't stop moving, then just cut at random.
If certain parts get in the way because he's moving he has nobody to
blame but himself."
At the words, Dave ceased struggling, but he still tried.
"Listen lady, you got a weapon. Attack him. Stop him. Look what he's
doing to us and you."
Christi patiently looked up into his forlorn face and quietly stated the
obvious. "Sir, I can't. Look at me. I'm naked. Look at my ankles.
They're hobbled. Even if I tried, I'd never make it before he made a new
hole in my body. That's assuming that he didn't just freeze me again.
Don't you think if there was any hope, I'd have tried it by now. I've
been naked and his slave for the last day or so. He's made me spank a
woman. He's forced me into lesbian acts. I've had to crawl for him.
Believe me, I've seen what he's capable of." While she was talking
gently, her hands were moving and carefully cutting away his pants
around the crotch to expose his genitals.
Finished she backed away and handed me the scissors handle first.
"Christi, I'm getting tired of his chatter and blustering. Pick up
Jane's panties and bra and stuff them in his mouth."
If her statements about her dominant side were true, I was probably
giving her a minor thrill to dominate this guy. Even though she was the
one naked and in chains, she was still more free than Dave.
Christi bent down and gathered up Jane's panties and bra from the
littering of clothes still left from the unwilling strip show.
"Please, sir, open your mouth."
"Goddamned if I will." And he clapped his mouth shut. Christi looked at
me helplessly.
"Do you realize what he is going to do to your family if you don't let
me put these in your mouth."
Opening his mouth ever so slightly, he replied, "He's going to do it
anyway, dammit. Don't you see that? No way."
"Okay, Christi, I'll go get Jane. Her pain will probably get him to open
up."
"Wait," Christi pleaded, "there's another way. Please?"
I gave it one last chance.
"He's going to whip your daughter, man. Get it through your thick skull.
Look at me. Normally I get men to do what I want. And I'm sitting here
naked, in chains, trying to keep us both out of trouble. He'll punish me
for not being able to gag you. Open your mouth and he won't whip her.
Won't whip me. I've seen it. Cooperate and things don't go as badly. I
swear it."
In fascination I watched as the naked girl reached down to the man's
exposed crotch while she had him distracted with her voice and without
warning squeezed his balls. His mouth opened in surprise and pain and as
he began his cry of pain, Christi quickly shoved his daughter's panties
deep into his mouth. Once in, he stopped resisting as she wrapped Jane's
bra about his head and tied it off, keeping the panties securely in his
mouth. His eyes were riveted to the bare breasts hanging in front of his
face. Don't know any male who wouldn't be distracted by those. I smiled
at her ingenuity.
"Okay Christi, kneel down here and wait for me to come back."
She fell to her knees and inched over to the spot I indicated.
"Don't hurt them, please?"
I nodded. I had other plans anyway.
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I walked slowly into the store trying to decide the best way to make
this happen. It was going to be difficult, especially considering the
drive and control of the younger sister. She was going to make the plan
difficult. But I liked a challenge.
I'd start with the older sister, Elaine.
I walked over to where she was still sitting, crying, naked tied to the
chair.
"Elaine?" She looked up with dulled eyes. "Elaine, I'm going to untie
you for a while. You'll do what I say, right?"
From the other side of the store I heard Jane's voice. "Leave her alone.
Please. I'll do whatever it is you want." Jane was very protective of
her sister. The mother just sat quietly in her ropes waiting and
watching.
Elaine just nodded. I quickly had the ropes free and she immediately
tried to cover her body. Like I hadn't already seen it. But it was a
common reaction. Only the strong willed ones wouldn't let me get the
satisfaction of knowing that they were embarrassed by their nudity.
I picked up the ropes and led the quietly sobbing girl out of the store.
She kept her hands trying to cover her breasts and pussy, and I let her
for now. Her eyes grew wide as she saw her father tied to the bench, his
private parts hanging out for the world to see. She closed her eyes in
shame as she realized that her father had a perfect view of her nudity
as well.
This didn't concern me.
There was a reasonably clear spot almost directly in front of the father
where the concourse was not littered with frozen people.
"Elaine, I want you to lie down here, face up and stretch yourself out.
Hands above your head, legs apart."
I saw the girl go pale, and I heard the protest from the bound man on
the bench through his gag. But Elaine just nodded and dropped slowly to
the floor. Grimacing that she had to lie nude in the middle of the
concourse. All she could think of was how many people had walked over
the spot where she was about to lay. But she did it silently and
sullenly. I motioned Christi over. She shuffled over on her knees.
"Wrists."
She raised her wrists expecting the handcuffs. To my surprise I had
forgotten to recuff her. Recovering, I handed her the ropes. "Make sure
that she stays this way." Christi just nodded. Probably just as
surprised that she hadn't been recuffed.
I watched as she went about her task. Admiring the way her bare body
moved. Admiring her attention to detail. Three wraps of the rope, tied
off tightly to make it secure on each tie point. Wrists and ankles.
Searching for places to secure the other end to; bench legs, security
doors. While this was happening, Elaine tried to plead with me.
"Sir?" I looked down at her spread eagled form. "Sir, you don't need to
tie me up, you know?" I nodded. Tears in her eyes. "If you want to rape
me, I'll let you without the ropes. I swear it." I could see that that
was extremely difficult to say. "Please. I'll do anything you want. Just
don't hurt me or my family. Please." Christi continued to tie up the
poor nude girl.
Not as eloquent as her sister, but as sincere.
"Elaine, you are doing what I want. As long as that is the case, you may
be tied. You may experience some discomfort, but I promise that I won't
hurt you."
"But do you need to keep us tied up? It's humiliating and
uncomfortable."
I could see Christi nodding as she continued her work. She spoke for me.
"Elaine, don't you understand? That is what turns him on. Us, women,
uncomfortable, naked and humiliated. Just do what he says, OK? He can
make you very uncomfortable."
"What are you going to do with me?"
"All in good time."
She gave up and lay quietly, watching as Christi moved around her tying
off the ropes connected to her.
I watched as the poor girl was secured. I checked the bonds which were
good and tight. I patted Christi on the head. The father was pulling at
his ropes trying to get something free. He had closed his eyes soon
after his elder daughter had been brought before him. Didn't want to see
her nudity. For now, I let him have his thoughts that he could block
this horror out.
I pulled Christi off to the side, and crouched down in front of her. Her
still on her knees because I hadn't allowed her to her feet. She
whispered to me so the bound girl and man couldn't hear.
"Please. I know what you are planning. I can't do it. Not another one. I
can't have sex with her in front of her father. And I'm not a lesbian.
Please have mercy on me. I have done everything else you wanted."
I smiled. She thought that she was going to have to lick the teenager in
front of her father. While that sounded like an excellent idea, I had
other plans. I toyed with the idea of letting her think that she was
going to have to do it, like it or not, but I relented.
"Turn around."
"Please." She shuffled around on her knees to have her back facing me.
"Wrists."
"Please no. I will do whatever you want without the cuffs. I swear I
will. I can do a better job on her with my hands free."
She still thought that she was going to have to have sex with the bound
woman.
"Wrists." In resignation, her hands wrapped behind her back and I
slipped the handcuffs on her. But not overly tight.
"Christi, I'm not going to make you have sex with Elaine."
Her face brightened almost immediately.
"Thank-you," she whispered. "I'll do anything you want."
"I'm counting on it. Now, I'm going to get Jane, you crawl over to the
father and just sit quietly at his feet, OK?"
She nodded, her tears dried. She began the journey on her knees, the
ankle chain still impeding her speed and her hands securely behind her
back making her a little unsteady.
I walked back into the shop and approached Jane.
"What have you done with Elaine? You made her go naked in front of
Daddy, didn't you."
I nodded. "She's still there."
"You bastard, you made him look didn't you."
I shook my head. Jane sighed. "You didn't hurt her did you?"
"Not yet." She shuddered. "But I need you to cooperate for the last part
of this. So if you don't want to hear her screams, you'll do what I
say."
I had uncuffed her hand from the rack by removing the cuff from the
rack. I pulled her left arm behind her back and turned her around. She
let me do all this without complaint. Her hands secured behind her back
with handcuffs, I began to walk her very slowly to the front of the
store.
"I've already proved that I'll do whatever you want."
"Yeah, but this is different. This is more than a strip show in front of
your father."
"Oh God, what could be worse than that?"
"Sex with your sister in front of him."
"You filthy animal. You know I can't do that. That would kill him. Kill
her." She had stopped. "You can't be serious."
"Jane, you have to do this." I left her standing in the middle of the
store and walked back and retrieved the riding crop. Her eyes widened.
"Anything else. I'll do anything else. I'll crawl like that other woman.
I'll have sex with you. I'll have sex with you in front of him. I'll
crawl. I'll let you whip me. You can have me forever, but please not
this. It's my sister."
I let her cry and beg for a few minutes.
"Stand still, Jane." She did, still begging.
I reached out casually and flicked the tip of the riding crop making
light contact with her bare right breast. There was a sound like a small
gunshot, and a welt almost immediately appeared. The shock of the blow
and the resultant pain was enough to make her stop talking and cry out
softly.
"Oh my god that hurts."
"And that was a light one. You still want me to whip you."
Through her tears, "If it will make you stop this insane game. Please
have some compassion."
"Jane, listen to me. You have got to go out there. Your sister is bound
on the floor. Naked. You are naked. I want you to start with oral sex
with her. Then finish off with a sixty-nine until you both come. If it
would make it easier I can tie you on top of her."
"Good god. I can't do it. Please."
"Jane, what does your breast feel like?"
"My boob is on fire, but I'd gladly take more to avoid this. Please."
"How long would you be able to put up with that kind of pain being
delivered to Elaine's breasts. You know that I hit you lightly. I won't
be as gentle with Elaine."
"God, you are a monster. Can't I convince you? Please?" She moved
forward, her hands still cuffed behind her and kissed me full on the
mouth, her tongue tracing along my lips, pressing her naked body into my
clothed one.
I pulled away, though the kiss had really ignited my sex drive. Like the
day I'd been having hadn't anyway.
"Jane, you don't want to do that either. Come on."
The tears welled up in her eyes. "You won't hu-hurt my sister if I do
this?"
"Jane, you're a smart girl. I'm going to be honest with you. Your sister
is going to need some convincing to play this game I have planned. No
matter how willing you are to have sex in front of your father to save
her some pain, she is going to resist out of shame. I am going to have
to strip her of her pride to get her to enjoy your body. That means that
I'm going to have to hit her a bit. It's the only way. But I don't think
that she has your capacity to resist, so it shouldn't take much. Maybe
just a few sharp raps on the thigh to convince her. I hope."
"God, you are a bastard. Okay, I'll do it for you. I just want my family
out of this. Please, let me talk to Elaine before we start? Maybe I can
convince her that we have to do this filthy thing. Maybe you won't have
to hit her."
"If the performance goes well, I promise I won't hit anybody."
"Please won't you take something more pleasant instead?" She thrust out
her bare breasts as best she could towards me.
Tempting as that was, her last try was doomed to failure. I could have
her anytime I wanted, whether she wanted it or not. She really didn't
have any bargaining power and she was smart enough to know it. She had
tried her best despite it though.
I just shook my head, and turned her back towards the concourse.
She walked like a woman headed for a firing squad. Short steps,
prolonging the time until she was in front of her father again. Hoping,
that somehow she could think of something, somehow to avoid this.
As she walked back into the concourse, she took in the scene. Her sister
naked and spread eagled on the floor. Her father gagged with some cloth
and still tied up. Eyes closed. They fluttered open for a second as she
strode into the concourse and then he renewed his struggles against the
rope that she had so expertly tied. Christi curled up sitting quietly at
his feet, her hands obviously bound behind her.
She gingerly stepped over the remnants of her clothing and padded over
to kneel beside her bound sister's head. Her voice as steady as she
briefly explained what as required.
"'lainey, you have got to listen to me. This bastard wants us to have
sex together."
At the statement I saw the reaction around the concourse. The father
began trying to yell something behind his gag. Probably that he'd kill
me. Christi's eyes widened, I guess not expecting this. Elaine's low
moan.
"Jane, please stop him. I can't do that. Daddy."
"I can't stop him. God, I wish I could. I'm not sure that I can do this
either, but we have to try. If we don't ahhh enjoy it enough, he is
going to start hitting you. 'lainey, look at my right boob. See that red
line there? He hit me lightly there when I refused to do this. You
wouldn't believe how much it hurt. I couldn't have stood it for long,
but if I could I would have taken it. I don't want you to have to feel
that. Even if it means trying to enjoy sex with you. Please try. Please
for me?"
Christi chimed in as well, "Elaine, seriously, try. I know it will be
hard, but if you don't you'll really regret it."
"Jane, I don't know if I can."
Jane leaned down and kissed her sister's cheek. "Do it for me. 'kay?
Pretend it's your boyfriend or something."
Elaine numbly nodded.
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Jane took at deep breath, looked directly into my eyes. "Bastard," she
almost spat at me. She pulled at her bound wrists and moved around her
sister until she was kneeling between her outstretched legs.
"Please don't make us do this?"
I had moved over to the bench and sat down beside the father who still
had his eyes closed and was trying his best to ignore what was happening
in front of his. I'd change that in a second.
Christi was curled up beside Dave's legs, but also beside mine. I felt
her touch my leg with her bound hands. I looked down at her and she was
looking up with her pretty face. She whispered to me, "Please don't make
them do this. They're too young. It's not necessary."
I just shook my head, and resigned, the blonde just turned back and
watched, as sobbing, eyes closed, Jane lowered her head between her
sister's legs. From my angle, I could see her tentatively reach out with
her tongue and trace up her sister's vaginal lips. Elaine shuddered and
Jane raised her head again.
"I can't do this."
I just showed her the crop and sobbing she bent back to her task. Elaine
had her eyes closed as well, probably desperately trying to fantasize
that it was her boyfriend licking her between the legs and not her
younger sister.
I leaned over to my bound and unwilling benchmate and whispered in his
ear. "Davie, open your eyes and watch your daughters. They are doing a
beautiful thing together."
He just shook his head. There were actually tears falling from his eyes.
Not sure if they were tears of rage or of grief.
"Davie, you realize that I'll make you do it somehow. Maybe you prefer
it if your wife joined in with your daughters." I whispered.
He opened his eyes and there was just pure hate in them as he glared at
me. He tried to say something around Jane's panties, but it came up
muffled. Probably some comment on my ancestry. I didn't care as long as
he watched.
I glanced back at the girls. Jane still had her eyes closed but was
doing a passable job of pretending to enjoy eating her sister. Elaine
was having a hard time getting the image of her naked sister out of her
mind, but she was managing to curb her revulsion enough to make it look
like she was enjoying it. And I hadn't even had to hit her. Jane was a
pretty powerful persuader when she had to be.
Christi couldn't tear her eyes away from the show in front of her. She
pulled weakly at her chains but remained reasonably still.
I got up from the bench and crouched down beside Christi. I leaned in
close to her ear and whispered to her.
"You ever given a blow job?"
Her face registered some surprise. Up until this point I hadn't asked
the women in my power to do anything to or for me. Though they all had
offered at some point to try and avoid some unpleasant task.
She turned to me, "I thought you'd never ask."
"Not me, you wench. Though, maybe later. I'm dying here."
Christi, smiled, pleased that I was in some discomfort as well. Her
smile disappeared when she realized who the only other man was. The one
she had been forced to gag earlier with his own daughter's panties.
"Please no. I don't even know the guy. He's their father. It'll kill him
if he gets hard while he's forced to watch this."
"I know. And besides, you were willing to do me, and you don't know me."
"Oh God. Please. His wife is in the store. Don't make me do this."
"Are you any good at it?"
She swallowed hard. "I've had boyfriends tell me I was."
"Can you tell when a guy is about to come?"
"Usually."
"Alright. I want you to tease him. Give him a blow job, but don't let
him come if he even reacts. Got it?"
"Please no. I'll crawl to the end of time for you. I'd join the girls.
Anything. Please."
But she was already rising to her knees, she knew that my decision was
made. As she bent her head, I could see the tears begin. Dave's eyes
widened as he realized what was about to happen. This gorgeous naked
blonde was about to give him head. Her hands secured behind her. On her
knees. In the middle of a mall. His daughters having sex in front of
him. He shook his head, pulled weakly against the ropes holding him.
Mumbled through his gag.
She looked at me once more. Pleading in her eyes. I ignored her and
moved over to the two naked women on the floor. Trusted her to do what
she was told. I heard her whisper to Dave that she was sorry and didn't
want to do it either.
Elaine was beginning to breathe harder. I ran my finger between Jane's
kneeling legs. Jane jumped at the touch but continued to lick her
sister. Jane was shivering and dry.
I whispered in her ear, "Sixty-nine."
She looked at me with a pleading look. Going to be really hard for
Elaine to fantasize about her boyfriend with her sister's pussy pressing
against her mouth.
As Jane struggled to position herself for a sixty-nine, the handcuffs
impeding her greatly, I ran my finger through Elaine's pussy. She was
damp.
Jane managed to get her knees on either side of Elaine's head and
lowered herself to Elaine's mouth. Elaine wrinkled her nose and turned
her head.
Jane looked up at me from the floor. "Please don't make us continue."
"Jane ..."
"Okay, but please untie me. I can sixty nine better if I can support
myself. It's okay to have my hands behind my back if I'm just kneeling
there, but this is different. Don't worry, I get the point that you
don't want me to use my fingers."
Now that made some sense. I toyed with making her struggle with it, but
since she had been so cooperative, I reached down and released her
wrists. She brought her arms forward and supported herself, hands and
knees over her bound sister. Gently she lowered herself until she was
pressed against her sisters body. Rubbing the bare skin together,
breasts softly touching her sister. She bent her head to her sister's
pussy again. Her sister moaned but refused to use her tongue on Jane.
Without warning, I brought the crop down on Elaine's outstretched thigh
right beside Jane's working head. Elaine screamed as the welt formed.
She got the picture quick. As I checked next, Elaine was crying, but
using her mouth to lick and pleasure Jane. Jane still didn't seem very
wet, but as long as an orgasm happened, I didn't much care.
I glanced over to the bench and watched as the father struggled against
warring forces. The gorgeous blonde, naked and bound in front of him,
forced to suck him. Every man's dream. Her lips and tongue running up
and down him. Loyalty to his family. Not wanting to react. His daughters
naked and having sex in front of him. Disgust warring with pleasure.
I sat on the bench beside the father. Him still trying to bargain, or
curse through the panties. Watching Christi bring him to hardness,
slowly moving her head up and down, her tongue snaking out to tease him.
Despite all his efforts, unable to keep his penis soft. Christi, backing
off as he began to enjoy her mouth too much. Biting him on command
whenever I noticed his eyes closing or him not paying attention to Jane
and Elaine. Tears falling from her eyes as she had to take him back into
her mouth to begin the cycle again.
After about half hour, Elaine shuddered in orgasm. Pulling against her
ropes. I was actually surprised that she had reached orgasm before Jane.
Jane looked more like the type to finish quickly to get it over with.
After Elaine had orgasmed, Jane lifted her head and looked at me, as
though to ask permission to stop licking Elaine. I nodded and Jane sat
up to her knees, her vagina pressed to Elaine's face. Elaine continued
her tonguing, as Jane flushed. Her hands raised to fondle her own
breasts. Pinching the nipple and tracing the small welt where the crop
had caught her. She probably began to fantasize that maybe some guy was
eating her out. Within minutes Jane cried out softly, and stiffened in
her own orgasm. Finally falling forward in exhaustion. Elaine gratefully
stopped tonguing her sister.
Christi, noticing that the girls had completed their task stopped her
blowjob and looked at me expectantly.
I motioned that she could stop, leaving Dave hard and uncomfortable and
moaning through the panties. Christi curled up to her seated position on
the mall tile beside his bound legs, breathing hard.
I walked over to Jane and Elaine, and stretched out Jane's arms until
she gripped her sister's ankle. I wrapped rope around both limbs and
lashed her wrists to Elaine's ankles. Jane made no resistance as I did
the same to her bare legs. Lashing her to her sister. Bare skin pressing
together as they relaxed from their ordeal.
I allowed Dave to close his eyes again, knowing full well that all he
could see behind his closed lids was probably Christi's head bobbing up
and down on his penis or his daughters locked in a sixty-nine. Either
way was torture enough.
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