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Chapter 111
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
Truthfully, between the syrup play and this punishment, I was more
than ready to take advantage of Jane's offer. I knew that she'd gladly
have sex with me, and it wouldn't be entirely forced. Tempting as it
was, I wanted to finish this first.
I looked back up at the girls as my right hand strayed to stroke
gently at Sheila's hair as she knelt quietly beside me. Jane's tears
had stopped reasonably quickly and she stood resigned that she was
going to have to endure whatever I had planned. At least she wasn't
blindfolded or forced to stand feet wide as Elizabeth was. I'd even
allowed her to keep her dress for the moment, though it was pulled
down revealing her breasts. But in her current position, there wasn't
much she could do about that.
Elizabeth stood in her bonds and cried quietly, not even aware of
where I was, or if I was watching her. She twisted her trapped wrists
occasionally, testing her tether, desperately wanting out of this.
After a few minutes, Elizabeth shifted a bit, turning her head towards
where she thought I was.
"M-master?" she inquired a bit to my left.
"What can I do for you?" I asked her innocently. Her head reoriented
on my voice and she spoke more towards me, her ears guiding her.
"My arms hurt."
"They're supposed to."
"Please let me down. I'll do whatever you want. I promise. I'll be
good."
"I still have more planned for your defenseless little body."
"Please. I've learned my lesson. I'll do what you want. I'll beg you
if you want."
"I want you to beg. For your next punishment."
"Please no."
"Elizabeth?"
"Alright. What are you going to do to me?"
"You and Jane."
"Me and Jane," she hung her head obscuring my view of her bare breasts
with her hair.
"Just beg me to continue your punishment."
"Oh God." She swallowed, a flush rising over her entire body. "Um.
Th-this slave ... I can't do this. Please."
"For every moment you procrastinate, I double the amount of time you
and Jane spend here."
"Oh God. I'm sorry. This slave begs for her punishment. Please do
whatever you are going to us. Please?"
"Do you deserve your punishment?"
She stopped. She brought her head back up as if to look at me. I could
tell by the set of her mouth that she didn't know what she was
supposed to say. Truth, or what she thought I wanted to hear.
"This slave doesn't know. Does she deserve punishment?"
"Weren't you ever taught not to answer a question with a question?" I
tormented the nude bound woman.
"Oh God. I don't know. Please."
"Do you deserve punishment?"
She took a deep breath. I could see her bare body shaking as she
struggled to find the right answer. She finally whispered, "Yes. This
slave deserves her correction." Her voice picked up speed, "Please,
Master, but Jane doesn't. Please let her go."
I walked over to her silently and crouched in front of her. I traced
my finger down her cheek gently. Not expecting the touch, she jumped,
putting more strain on her bound arms and moaning. She carefully
placed herself back into her bent position and murmured, "This slave
is sorry for moving. You can touch me."
"Startled you?"
"Please. I can't see. Please don't punish me. You can touch me
wherever you want. Face. Tits. Ass. Legs. Anything. I wasn't trying to
resist. Please."
I kissed her cheek and spoke gently to her. "I know. Relax. I
understand."
"Thank-you," she mumbled as she hung in her position. I noticed her
toes curling as she fought down her humiliation.
I sat on the floor in front of her and simply looked over her tight
body. She was straining against her bonds, moaning as she felt the
aches settle further into her muscles. I waited for her to speak
again.
"Sir? Are you still there?"
"I'm here."
"Please. What are you going to do to us? This hurts. Is this my
punishment? To stand here like this?"
"Not all of it."
"Oh God. Please. You don't need to hit me. I've learned what I'm
supposed to. I'll never disobey again. It doesn't matter if I want to
do something or not, I'll just do it."
"Fair enough. But I want to make sure you won't forget it."
"I won't. I swear it."
I rose to my feet and padded back to the chair. I crouched by Sheila
and whispered a few instructions to her.
"Please no. You have no idea how much that thing hurts."
"You're right, I don't. But I'm not going to subject them to a lot of
it."
"Oh God."
"I just need for you to get it. I won't make you use it."
"Promise?"
"I promise. You can sit back and watch."
"Please don't use it on them. Please?"
I shook my head and Sheila finally hung her head in resignation,
knowing that I'd just force her to endure it as well. I was perfectly
capable of getting it myself and tying her as Jane and Elizabeth were.
She realized that it could be her in the bonds just as easily as Jane.
She'd gladly switch places, I was sure, but there was little point to
having both of them endure the punishment.
Sheila rose to her bare feet and began to slowly walk towards the
closet again. Tears were falling gently from her eyes as she realized
the torment I was about to inflict on the two defenseless women. She'd
endured it before, though not by my hand.
Jane twisted in her ropes to watch as Sheila walked slowly to the
closet. I saw her swallow heavily as Sheila emerged carrying the small
black box and two silver probes in her hands. Draped over her right
arm was a pair of silver nipple clamps connected by a long silver
chain and a roll of tape. Sheila knelt and laid them all at my feet on
the carpet, shuddering.
Jane spoke quietly from her bonds.
"Please no. I've seen that thing work. Oh God. We'll do anything at
all for you. You don't have to do this."
"What is it, Jane?" Elizabeth spoke quietly, relying on the other to
see for her.
Jane looked at me seeking permission to answer. I nodded. I wanted
Elizabeth to know.
"Oh God. Elizabeth. It's some sort of electronic toy. I don't know how
it works. But I've seen it used. On the guy that was in here before
us." Tears began to fall from Jane's eyes. "It. It shocks you I guess.
From the inside. And he passed out. Screaming."
"Oh God," Elizabeth mumbled.
Jane looked back at me. "Please don't do this to us."
"What if I was only going to do it to Elizabeth?"
"You said that whatever you did to her, you'd do to me too. Please.
I'm begging you." Jane began to pull a bit at her bonds. Fright was
evident in her face. "That thing could kill us."
I smiled at her. "Janey, sweety. It isn't going to kill you."
"You won't turn it up?"
"Only if you do something to deserve it."
"It'll hurt us, though."
"Isn't that the point of punishment?"
"Please. We haven't done anything to deserve this. I'm scared.
Please."
I rose off the chair and picked up one of the silver probes and
approached Jane. She tried to back away, but the rope holding her
wrists up prevented her from going far. She only really succeeded in
increasing the strain on her arms. She moaned.
"Where are you going to put that thing?" she asked in fear, her eyes
glued to the probe.
"In you."
"Oh God. Please no. I'll do anything. I'll crawl. I'll masturbate for
you. I'll fuck you. Anything you want."
"Where would you like it? The way I see it, you have two choices."
"Please no."
"Alright, I'll choose for you."
"No."
"Sheila, I'm going to need some lubricant."
I watched as Sheila got to her feet.
"I'm wet. I swear I am. You don't need lubricant. Please don't put
that thing in me."
"I suspect you'll need lubricant."
Jane's face clouded until she realized where the thing was going if
she didn't do something about it.
"Oh God. No. Not there. I'll do anything. Don't do this to me. I'm
begging you. Let me go. I'll kneel for you. I'll kiss your feet.
Anything."
"I gave you a choice."
"Please. I'll choose. Not my ass. I can't take that."
"You will if I tell you to."
"Please no. I. This slave begs you to put it in her pussy instead. Oh
God. Please."
I nodded to Sheila who knelt back down.
I knelt under Jane's bent form and slowly ran the probe up under her
dress, tracing up her bare legs. Still crying, she spread her legs a
little, accepting finally that she was going to get violated with this
thing, like it or not. If she resisted she'd just be put in more pain
that she couldn't stop until she agreed to have the thing in her. The
probe wasn't all that wide, which surprised me considering it's
primary use was as a punishment. Jane groaned, but easily took the
cylinder into herself. Using a small strip of tape, I secured the
intruder into her so that she wouldn't involuntarily expel it.
I retreated from her. She had hung her head, her brunette hair hanging
limply around her face, hiding her tears.
"Please. Oh God. Please. I don't want it in me. I'll do whatever you
want. Please, you don't need to do this," she begged quietly.
I ignored her pleas and crouched in front of Elizabeth. I removed her
blindfold, wanting her to see the probe I had.
She blinked furiously in the sudden light and finally registered the
probe in my hand.
"Oh God. No. Please no."
"Your choice where it goes."
Jane whispered shakily from her position, "Elizabeth. Choose. Don't
let him choose for you. Be glad he's allowing you to choose."
She looked at me, tears beginning to form again in her eyes.
"Oh Christ. My vagina. Please, I don't want it at all. Oh God.
Please."
I walked around behind her and let my finger trace through her lips.
She shuddered at the touch and instinctively tried to close her legs.
The cuffs held her ankles securely apart. She wasn't as lubricated as
Jane, but she wasn't completely dry either.
"Do you want me to lubricate this for you?" I asked the vulnerable
girl.
"Am I wet?"
"You can't tell?"
"Not really. I'm scared. Please don't do this."
I thought that she was probably moist enough that it wouldn't hurt her
overly to insert the probe. Spreading her lips a little, I slipped the
probe between her legs. It met some resistance, but it may just have
been her natural tightening at the unwanted intrusion. She groaned and
cried out as she was violated, begging piteously all the time. I taped
the silver contraption inside of her and walked back to the chair.
I picked up the nipple clamps and chain from the floor and approached
Jane.
"What now? Please don't do this. You have no idea what this is going
to do to us." She'd managed to control her tears again, squirming in
her ropes probably trying to dislodge the probe inside of her.
"I do know that in order to have you both feel it, you have to be
connected, electrically."
"Oh God," Jane spoke quietly as she realized how that connection was
going to be made. As I carefully slipped the clamp around her erect
nipple, she cried out as it tightened. This wasn't as bad as the time
I'd forced her to walk from the mall, nor nearly as painful as the
crop against her, but I'm sure it was uncomfortable.
"Please take it off. I. I'll do anything at all."
"I know you will, Janey. It's just for a little while. You can do it."
"You wouldn't be so sure if you were standing here, tied up and nearly
naked."
I smiled at her and kissed her cheek. "You'll be fine. Just look
forward to the nice rest you get after this."
She fought back her fright and tears and stood motionless, trying to
control her breathing.
Without even speaking to her, and ignoring her pleas, I did the same
to Elizabeth's exposed breast, only I tightened the clamp a little
more than on Jane. After all, Elizabeth was really the one being
punished, here. She screamed as the clamp bit down on her, trying to
twist away from the burning in her nipple, but her feet and wrists
held her more or less still for me. She finally held herself as still
as possible, moaning. The chain stretched between the girls, well off
the floor. I smiled as I realized that any motion of one girl would
transmit to the nipple of the other through the connection. By
Elizabeth and Jane's postures, I'm pretty sure that they realized it
as well.
I quickly connected the wiring up to the girls' probes and ran the
wire back so that I could sit in the chair and watch them. I plugged
in the unit and twisted the setting knob to its lowest level. I had no
interest in frying them, only making them uncomfortable for a while.
"Please. Master? This slave begs to speak. Please?" Jane spoke quietly
from her restraints. She looked like she was braced and accepting that
she was going to have to experience this, but wanted to give one more
attempt at avoiding the pain she knew was on its way.
"What is it Jane?" My finger was playing with the glowing button
which, when pressed, was going to provide them with plenty of
distraction.
"Oh God. This slave begs you not to press that button. She's afraid."
"I know you are, sweety."
"Then why? Elizabeth didn't do anything to deserve this much. Are you
just playing with us?"
She was a bright girl. I wasn't just doing this to punish them.
Elizabeth's infraction perhaps warranted being bound for an afternoon,
and perhaps a light spanking until she begged to make love to Amy. Not
this. And both girls probably knew it. I was playing. I hadn't played
with the girls for a while, and I needed to remind them of their
place, and their lack of freedom. I'd been too lax with them, and I
suspected that they'd forgotten that they could be punished whenever I
chose. It sort of served a dual purpose.
"Yes, Jane. I'm playing with you," I admitted. "Elizabeth didn't cause
all of this."
"Oh God. That makes more sense, at least."
"That helps you?"
"A little. I don't know why."
I did. They didn't want to think that small infractions were going to
result in this kind of over-reaction. And truthfully, I didn't want
them thinking that either. It wasn't true, and there was no need to
have them constantly worrying about minor infractions of my
unreasonable rules. They were human after all. They would make
mistakes, and I didn't normally care too much as long as it didn't go
overboard into outright rebellion or cause me a lot of grief.
"Can I do anything to convince you to take this thing out of me and
let us go?"
"I doubt it."
"Can a slave try?"
"Of course."
"You've already punished Elizabeth, haven't you?"
I nodded slowly.
"She's learned her lesson right?"
I nodded again. Elizabeth had learned her lesson as soon as I bound
her arms so uncomfortably behind and above her.
"You don't need to do this to her. She can't take it. Let her go. I'll
entertain you if you need to play with someone. You can whip me. My
breasts. My pussy. I'll stand her like this and take it. I'll scream
for you. And then I'll make love to you. I'll kiss you. Please?"
She had managed to keep a hold on her tears up until this point. She
began to cry a little, but she was determined to try, despite how
humiliating this must be for her.
"I can do that to you anyway."
"I'll do it willingly. I'll let you do it to me. You can have me while
I'm tied up. I'll even tell you I like it."
I silently rose and placed the black box down on my chair. I walked
over to Jane and bent to her face. I cupped her cheeks in my hands,
feeling the wetness of her tears. I gently kissed her tears away.
Without answering her, I walked to the doorway, leaving the girls
bound and hooked up, and let myself out into the hallway. The door
closed gently behind me.
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I took a deep breath. I leaned against the closed door, wondering what
they were feeling in there. Helpless, bound, naked, in pain, and
anticipating more. I smiled to myself and walked quietly back towards
the master bedroom.
Amy was still completely nude and bound securely into her chair. She
was moaning and pulling at her ropes, her bare toes curling at the
carpet as she fought the sensations of the girl between her spread
legs.
Christi was still on her knees, her bobbing head buried between Amy's
thighs. She wasn't moving her head very fast, and almost looked bored
with her task.
I crept silently into the room, Amy's soft cries masking my presence.
I tapped Christi's shoulder gently. She screamed, not expecting the
touch. Breathing hard she whirled from Amy's vagina, her small hands
forming fists as she turned.
"Shit, you scared me," she gasped as she realized that it was me.
I laughed gently as I sat down on the bed, crossing my legs. The
clothed girl turned herself on her knees, resting her hands on her
thighs. I could almost see her bare feet under her as she knelt.
"Who told you to stop?"
"Please, sir. My tongue is tired. And. I'm sorry Amy, I don't like the
taste. Please can I stop now? I've been at this an hour at least."
"More than that actually. Did Amy climax?"
Christi sat back on her heels and kept silent. I glanced up at Amy who
was reddening.
Amy spoke softly, embarrassed. Embarrassed to be sitting there
helpless and nude and having to tell me, "Once more. I couldn't help
it."
"That's alright. I didn't tell you that you couldn't."
"It helped if I just enjoyed it as much as I could. I don't think I
can go again, though. I. I tried."
I turned back to Christi. "Christi? You say your tongue is tired and
you are getting sick of the taste? I can't imagine.
"Please sir. My tongue is cramped."
"Does it matter? If I want you to lick her all day, will you?"
"Please don't make me do that."
"Would you?"
She reluctantly nodded. I left her sitting on her knees and just
looked at her expectantly.
She sighed and began to turn herself back to her task.
"Christi?"
She turned, a questioning look on her face. One of those
please-what-else? looks.
"Would you rather be bound, than tongue her?"
"Please. I. This slave. She would prefer that."
"You sure?"
"What are you planning for me? How long am I going to be tied this
time?"
"A while, until I finish with Jane and Elizabeth."
"Oh God. What. Can I ask what you are doing with them? Please. You
aren't hurting them are you?"
"Perhaps a little, but they'll be fine."
"I'm sure. What do you want me to do?"
I shifted on the bed.
"Come here."
Obediently, Christi rose to her bare feet and padded over to the bed.
She wasn't sure if she was supposed to kneel, or sit up on the bed
with me.
"Take off your clothes."
"Oh God. Please. I'll lick her more. I. I don't want to lose my
clothes."
"You can have them back. Relax. I just want you naked for the next few
minutes."
Her hands reluctantly stole to the base of her top, tears forming in
her eyes.
"I can dress afterwards?"
"I'll let you dress before I tie you up."
"Oh God. Alright." She had thought that I was intending to tie her
nude as I normally did. Her hands pulled the sweater from her body,
revealing her bare breasts. Her fingers began to fumble with her
jeans, but I stopped her with a touch. She looked at me quizzically.
I reached up and gently gripped her blonde hair, pulling her down
towards me. Her breasts inviting as she bent. I kissed her gently on
her lips, feeling her respond. I could taste Amy's lubrication on
Christi's mouth as I let my tongue trace along Christi's lips. It
tasted arousing, I couldn't imagine why Christi would find it
distasteful, but then again, I'm not female nor had I had to taste it
for better than an hour.
I felt Christi's fingers fumbling with my jeans, unbuttoning them and
releasing me. She tugged the clothing down my legs, until she could
lower my briefs as well. I laid back on the bed, feeling her weight
press into the bed.
"You sure you don't want me to take these off as well?" Christi
whispered, kneeling up and touching her own jeans.
"You're fine the way you are," I murmured to her.
Knowing what I wanted, she lowered her head to me and I gasped as her
tongue found me. Her softness traced and teased me as images of Jane,
and Elizabeth bound and waiting in the other room tantalized me. I
groaned as she pressed her silky breasts against me, cradling me
between the gentle hills, licking me as she rose and fell with me
between her breasts. I could feel her soft breath against me, and her
clean sweet skin of her fingers. I felt myself engulfed in her as she
again used her mouth.
I closed my eyes, knowing that Amy was bound naked only a few feet
away, watching this. Knowing that Christi was going to be bound after
this. Feeling myself tightening. So ready.
I touched her bobbing head and she released me from her warm mouth.
"Please," she murmured, breathing hard.
I closed my eyes and struggled with my own desires. I wanted her.
Badly. Sometimes things are sweeter if you wait. I reached down and
slowly pulled up my jeans, re-buttoning them.
"You have to be kidding," Christi breathed, her breathing still
ragged.
I wasn't kidding. I slowly shook my head.
"You can't do this. You. I haven't finished."
"I thought your tongue was tired."
"Of licking Amy, you wise ass. Please. Let me finish."
"Later. I promise. We'll finish this a little later."
"Oh God. I. I want you now."
"You'll just have to wait, my dear."
"You'll have to tie me up, now. I'll finish on my own if you don't."
"Not if I ordered otherwise, my dear. We'll see about that. Give me
your wrists."
She flushed but obediently raised her wrists, an incredulous look on
her face. She couldn't believe that I was leaving her for something
else. After she'd had me in her mouth.
"No way, behind you. I don't want you being able to reach yourself."
"Please no."
"I don't want you finishing on your own ..."
She took a deep breath and turned herself around, holding her wrists
crossed behind herself. I carefully wrapped soft cord around her
slender wrists and lashed them together securely. She wouldn't be in
this for very long, and I was pretty sure that her circulation would
be fine.
"You don't have to do this, you know. We. I want to finish. Please."
She pulled at her bound wrists as she spoke.
"Lie down. On your front."
She struggled a bit with her hands bound as they were, but eventually
pressed herself into the bed, lying quietly. I moved to her feet and
she squirmed as I tied them together with more cord. She cried out as
I wrapped her bare toes in another smaller length of cord.
"Roll over."
She turned her head and looked up at me.
"Please. Let me go. We can finish."
"Roll over."
She resigned herself and rolled onto her bound arms, face up. I
reached out and traced her bare breasts with my fingers. She closed
her eyes, falling into the sensations. I caressed her face, her neck,
and her breasts, until her breathing was ragged and she was begging
softly. I leaned down and gave her one last quick kiss on the lips,
tasting Amy again, and slipped off the bed. I took one last look at
her bound, half naked body and turned away.
"Don't go. Please?" her quiet voice pleaded from the bed. "I'll do
anything you want."
"I'll be back soon, and you will do anything I want," I softly
replied.
I touched Amy's hair as I passed her naked and bound form. Her hair
was slightly damp, probably from her exertions over the last hours.
"Thank you for letting her stop," Amy whispered as I touched her head.
I assume that she was thanking me for letting the lesbian contact
cease, at least for a little while. I'm doubt if either of them
particularly enjoyed it, despite the climaxes.
I nodded and bent, giving Amy a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Will you let me out of the chair before you go?"
"Not yet, Amy."
Not understanding why she had to remain restrained, she knew better
than to question it, especially after all that had happened today. She
nodded with tears brimming in her eyes, resigned that she'd be let out
when I decided to let her out. She had no idea how long she would be
forced to sit in this chair, and she was probably already
uncomfortable. She couldn't even shift her position and she was
horribly exposed. But I would have thought that she'd be used to the
exposure at least by now.
I turned quietly and left the girls alone. Amy, a bit more relieved
and, I was guessing, Christi a lot more frustrated. Hell, I was
frustrated.
I walked slowly back to the other women bound in the judge's old
chambers.
The voices inside stopped as I opened the door. I caught the last
sentence from Sheila.
" ... I only experienced up to three. I think. I can't describe it.
God, I hope he doesn't do that to you. OH ..." as I entered the room.
"I won't subject them to even the three level, Sheila. Don't worry
about that."
"Please. I haven't asked you for anything at all. I've done everything
you ever asked of me. I've been good, right?" Sheila spoke softly from
the floor by the chair. "I haven't complained about anything. You are
so much better than Mayer."
"Yes ..." I replied softly.
"Please. I'm begging you. A soft, naked, slave on her knees is begging
you not to do this. It hurts. From deep inside. Like you couldn't
imagine. Please don't do this to them. I'll do whatever you want. I.
I'll let you rape me. Anything but that. Please. I know you don't owe
me anything, but I'm begging you. I'll even let you whip me, if that's
what you want."
I walked over to the naked girl and crouched down beside her. I lifted
her face by her chin and looked deep into her beautiful eyes.
"Sheila, I am tempted, but I don't want to hurt you. Not now, at
least. And I've already decided. I promise that I won't let it get
beyond their ability to handle it, not like your former master did to
you. Okay?"
I kissed at the tears that were falling down her cheeks. She nodded,
knowing enough not to resist and knowing that further begging wasn't
going to work either. Jane and Elizabeth were just going to have to
suffer this.
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"Girls? Are you ready?"
Jane looked up at me from her bent position and begged silently with
her eyes. She really didn't like this, and I couldn't blame her. She
whispered quietly.
"Please don't do this to us."
Elizabeth just silently cried, looking down at the floor.
I picked up the small black box. It felt warm in my hand. I ensured
that the settings were low. I couldn't imagine what this thing did,
how it would feel, what these women would be going through. I decided
to take it slow, try to determine how much to torment them with it. I
really didn't want to hurt them as much as Mayer had hurt Sheila.
I rested my thumb on the small red button. Jane just closed her eyes,
trying to brace her bound body. She had resigned herself that begging
simply wasn't going to free her from the pain. Tears ran down her face
as she anticipated it.
I swallowed, almost hesitant to press the button. They had been
tormented enough. I couldn't imagine what they'd already been through,
being bound, helpless, violated.
I watched them both carefully as I let my thumb press the button. The
reaction was instantaneous. Both girls bodies snapped rigid. Jane
managed to hold onto her pain better than Elizabeth. Elizabeth raised
her head and screamed pitifully. Her bound body strained against the
ropes holding her, even her bare toes curling. Jane's face raised as
well, and I could see her pressing her lips tightly together,
desperately trying to control the scream.
I relented and released the button. So little effort on my part, so
much torment on theirs.
Elizabeth and Jane slumped into their bonds, both breathing heavily.
Elizabeth was mumbling quietly, "I'm sorry. Oh my God. I'm sorry. I'm
sorry. I'm sorry."
Jane gathered in her strength and looked at me, tears running down her
face.
"Please," she whispered to me.
Sheila had turned her head away, her fingers tugging gently at my
jeans.
"God. Please don't do that again to them. Please?" Sheila begged,
upturning her face towards me.
I gently stroked Sheila's hair as she wept. She knew exactly what the
girls were going through.
I caught Jane's eyes and she begged, not knowing what else to do.
"Please. Master. A slave. She begs you not to do that again to her. It
hurts. She. She can't describe how much it hurts. Inside. Please
don't. She'll do anything you want."
Elizabeth just hung in her bonds moaning. Unable to speak.
"It didn't kill you, did it?"
"Please. I can't take it again. It hurts so much. Please turn it down.
Take this thing out of me. I can do things for you. Anything. You'll
like it more than hurting me. Please. Oh God. Please. You can take
away my clothes. I'll stand here all day if you want. Please don't
press that button again. Please?"
"Janey? It's already turned all the way down."
"Oh God. Please not again. Elizabeth has learned her lesson. We don't
need to be hurt like this. Oh God. Please. Please."
Elizabeth, finally raised her head. Misery written across her
features, tears falling shamelessly from her eyes. She twisted her
hands in her cuffs, desperately wanting this to end.
"Please. I've learned. I'll obey. I'll do whatever you want. Anything.
Just not again. I. Hurt. Please."
"You'll lick Amy?"
"Yes." She seemed almost eager now.
"You'll beg to lick Amy?"
"Oh God. Anything. Please, let me lick Amy. I'll lick her for as long
as you want. I'll enjoy it. Anything you want. Please don't."
"If I agreed to let Jane go, would you allow me to press this button
again?"
Her face collapsed, her own pain overwhelming her. This wasn't a fair
question, I could see how much she hurt, how much she didn't want to
be pulsed again.
She pressed her lips together, squirming in her bonds. She reluctantly
nodded her head.
"Sorry? I didn't hear you."
"Oh God. Yes. Please let Jane go. I'll let you do it again to me if
you want. I don't have a choice anyway. What can I do to stop you?"
"It's more than that, Elizabeth. I want you to beg to be hurt again."
"Oh God. Don't make me do that." Her face was flushing. She knew that
she was going to get it again, like it or not. But if she begged, Jane
might not have to endure it as well. But she didn't want to beg for
it, either. She pressed her lips together.
"Alright. No problem."
"Wait." Elizabeth cried out just before I pressed the button again.
"Yes?"
"Please. This slave is begging to be shocked again. Please hurt her.
She deserves it. But please. Jane doesn't. Not again. It hurts so
much. Her. Her pussy is still hurting. Please release Jane. Shock me
if you have to. I'll take it. I'll scream. But I'll take it. Turn it
up, even. I'd beg you on my knees. But let Jane go. Please."
I nodded. She'd had enough. I didn't want to completely break her. I
just wanted to make sure that she obeyed in the future. This thing
really hurt, by the sound of it.
"You sure you want to do this?"
Elizabeth pulled at her cuffs but silently nodded. She'd take the pain
alone, rather than have Jane involved any further. If she had a
choice.
Jane looked up at me.
"You bastard. I'll take it as well. Don't make her beg for this, you
son of a bitch. Nobody should have to endure this."
"She's already begged enough, Janey. Relax. You'll be out of this in a
second."
"Oh God."
I rose, leaving the box on the chair. I approached Jane and cupped her
face in my hands, forcing her to look at me through her tears.
"I just wish I could put you up here, just once," she whispered to me.
"You have no concept what you just put us through, do you? It hurts.
Feel my nipple."
I reached up to her trapped nipple and felt it throbbing and warm
beneath my finger. Jane gasped at the touch but managed to stay still.
"Feel it? Imagine what it feels like from this end. I had fucking
electricity flowing through there. It hurt. Like hell. Now imagine the
worst pain you've ever had and then multiply it by ten. That's what it
felt like between my legs. Please. I kept quiet for you. Please, have
mercy on her. She can't take it. I'll take it for her. Let her go. I
can take another pulse if you don't leave it on. If you must see a
girl in agony. Please. For me?"
"Jane, you are one brave little girl. I can't. It has to be
Elizabeth."
"Why? Don't get me wrong. I don't want this either, but she'll pass
out. She won't be any fun if she passes out, will she? You don't have
any idea how much this hurts. How much it hurts to even have your arms
like this. Oh God. What can I say to convince you."
I kissed her cheek. "Nothing, my sweet one."
"Oh God." She hung her head in defeat, tears falling from her eyes
again. I glanced over at Sheila, who was looking positively sick at
this exchange.
I traced my fingers slowly up Jane's leg, under her dress, savouring
the feel of her silken skin. She cried out a bit at the touch, but
didn't move. She was probably sensitive all over her body from the
shock I'd forced her to endure. I couldn't imagine how Sheila had
taken a shock at a higher level if Jane was having this much trouble
at level one. And I could see how higher levels might be lethal.
I carefully felt for the tape between Jane's legs and carefully peeled
it from her skin. She cried out again, as the tape lifted some of her
sparse pubic hair with it. But that indignity couldn't have been
anywhere near as bad as what she had endured earlier.
I slowly eased the probe from her sore vagina as she gasped. She
sighed in relief as I pulled the shiny phallus out from under her
dress.
"Thank-you," she whispered as she was relieved of her violation and
the source of her torture.
"Feel better?"
"Much. But please don't do this to Elizabeth. She doesn't deserve it."
"I know she doesn't, sweetheart. I know."
"Why then? What can I offer you not to do it."
"Your breasts?"
"My breasts? You already have them. They're yours."
"Beg me to whip them."
"You know I will. As much and as long as you like."
"Don't scream when I hit them?"
"Oh God. Please. You know I can't do that. Gag me if you want me to be
quiet. Please."
"Try. You'll have lots of motivation."
"Will trying be good enough? Will you shock her anyway if I scream?"
"Hold off screaming for the first five. How's that?"
"And you'll let her out of the shocks?"
"Yes. But I don't promise that I won't hit her breasts as well."
"Oh God. Alright. I'll try. What if I fail?"
"You won't. But if you do, I'll shock her. And I'll increase the
shocks to level two."
"You bastard. So it's all up to me."
"You begged me to let you offer something. I was just going to give
her one more small dose. You raised the stakes here."
"Oh God. I'm sorry."
"You still have the choice. I don't really mind either way."
"You are a monster. You know that? I'm not sure if I can keep quiet."
I smiled at her. "You did during the electricity thing."
"That took every ounce of my strength. I'm not sure I can do it again.
Please. Just let us go. We've suffered for you enough."
"Janey? Sweety? Do you want to try this, or not?"
"Oh God. You son of a bitch. I don't have a choice, do I? I'll try. I
can't watch her go through that again. Knowing it was because I
couldn't stop it."
"Jane. Please don't. I might pass out, but I won't feel anything if I
do. Let me do this. I got us into this," Elizabeth pleaded with her
from her tether. "I. I have to do this."
Jane whispered to her, "I'm sorry. I have to do this as well. He could
do all this anyway to me. Don't you see? He's giving me a chance here.
He didn't have to. I have to try."
I carried the silver probe over to Elizabeth and knelt in front of
her.
"Elizabeth, I know that this is going to be hard, but you have to do
this. Otherwise, I'm going to make it a lot worse on you. Okay?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to hold this thing in your mouth."
"But. Please. It's been in her."
"I know, baby. If Jane fails, then you still have to hold it while I
press that button."
"I can't do that."
"You'll have to."
"Oh God. Please don't do this."
"Kiss it." I held the device of torment to her lips. She wrinkled her
pretty nose and pressed her lips together, refusing to touch it with
her mouth.
"I'm going to give you one more chance, Elizabeth. Don't do this to
yourself." My fingers stole up under her bound body and caressed her
right nipple gently, the unclamped one. She gasped but still refused.
"Elizabeth. Sweety. Do what he says. Don't you remember how much it
hurts? He'll shock you until you do what he says. My pussy still
aches, I'm sure your's does too. Just hold it. I'll make sure you
don't get shocked again. I don't taste that bad," Jane coaxed the girl
from her bonds.
Tears welled in Elizabeth's eyes as she regarded me, a mixture of fear
and anger in her eyes. She pressed herself forward against the bonds
and quickly touched her lips to the slick probe, tasting Jane. I
pressed the tip of the phallus against her lips and she reluctantly
opened them, allowing me to press the thing into her warm mouth. I
watched as she was forced to provide some suction with her cheeks to
hold the thing in her mouth. She moaned a bit, but succeeding in
controlling her instincts to push it out. She was effectively gagging
herself. She actually looked quite beautiful, but I'm sure she
wouldn't have thought so.
I moved back over to Jane.
"You ready?"
"Not really," she glared at me, knowing how much this was going to
hurt her and not being allowed to scream.
I turned back to my free assistant, Sheila still on her knees by the
recliner.
"Sheila, get me a small paddle?"
"Please don't make me help with this. I don't want to hurt her."
"I'm not going to make you hit her. I promise."
Sheila, resigned, climbed back to her bare feet and padded back to the
closet. Eyes downcast, she handed me the paddle as she returned. She
begged me with her eyes and then knelt back down in her spot beside
the chair, wanting to look away, but morbidly fascinated how Jane was
going to make out.
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I looked at the paddle in my hand. It was a small leather paddle about
the size of a table tennis racquet. I let it fall experimentally into
my left hand, cringing at the pain with even that light blow. I wasn't
going to be able to hit her very hard with this, if I expected her to
keep her screams in.
Jane looked up at me with fear evident in her eyes.
"You don't have to do this. Let us go. We'll do whatever you want."
I touched her face with the paddle, stroking it gently. She cringed a
bit at the touch, but managed to stay relatively still.
"I know, sweetheart. You'll be down soon."
"Just get it over with, then."
"You ready?"
"I just have to be quiet?"
"You can say things, but I don't want to hear any screams or protests.
That's all."
"For the first five?"
"For the first five."
"Can a slave ask how many she's going to get, in total?"
"Until I'm tired of hitting you."
"Oh God."
"Ready?"
"Not really."
I gently swung the paddle up under her bent body and let it connect
with her left breast. The blow was about as hard as the test blow I'd
put into my hand. My hand still stung, so I could imagine how much
this was going to hurt her.
She hissed, letting her breath out. She closed her eyes, gritting her
teeth.
Finally, she spoke calmly. "God. That hurts. Please don't do this.
Please."
I let the paddle flow upwards again into her hanging left breast. This
time I let it fall a little harder. She drew in another breath,
struggling not to cry out. "Oh God. Oh God. Ow. Ow. Ow," she
whispered. "Please. I can't do this."
"Would you rather me shock Elizabeth?" I glanced at the other girl.
She was hanging and crying in her ropes, trying not to pay attention
to what Jane was doing for her.
Jane just gritted her teeth and shook her head. "Go on, you fucking
bastard, hit me."
I swung the paddle, targeting the side of her breast. Again, I
increased the force of the blow a little. Tears formed in her eyes and
she struggled with the pain of the stroke. "Fuck," she whispered.
"Please. No more. I'm begging you. Just let me down. Please?" She
pulled at the handcuffs holding her arms in their awkward position.
"You are doing great, Jane."
"Fucking easy for you to say. Christ, my boob hurts. Please."
"Would you like a rest?"
"Please. Just a few minutes."
"Alright." I knelt in front of her and ran my fingers down her left
breast. I'd been avoiding the right one because of the nipple clamp
attaching her to Elizabeth. I intended to really test her with the
last stroke. I ran my fingers lightly down her bodice until I reached
the hem of her dress. She obediently spread her legs apart as I
traveled my fingers up her thigh and touched her lips. I could feel
her wetness without even parting her. She moaned at the touches. I
looked at her face hanging down, trying to watch where I was going.
She was bright red, knowing what her reaction to the pain was. I let
one finger slip inside of her, causing a groan and a few struggles in
the bound female. But she didn't protest the invasion of her body, in
fact she pressed against the pressure of my finger lightly.
I withdrew from her, holding my damp finger in front of her. She
closed her eyes and allowed her tongue to lick the finger, probably
hoping that her actions might cause me to forget about hitting her.
When she had licked all of herself off my finger, she looked up at me,
questions in her eyes.
"Yes, little one. You managed to get yourself out of a few strokes.
But you still have to take the five."
She breathed a little easier. I let her relax for a few more minutes
and then stepped forward.
"Please," she begged simply as I swung the paddle. This time I aimed
directly for her defenseless left nipple. She closed her eyes as the
intense pain washed over her mind. She fought with it, and managed to
keep her mouth closed against it. Finally she allowed herself to
quietly verbalize it.
"Oh God. Please. No more. Stop. I can't do this. It hurts too much.
I'm going to scream if you hit me again. I can't help it."
"It's worse than that, Janey. The next one is on your right breast."
Her face registered confusion until she realized that she was still
clamped on her right nipple.
"Oh God. Please no."
"If you can resist that scream, I'll let you both down."
"God no. Please. I can't do it. It hurts already. Please?"
I carefully swung the leather up towards her right breast, ensuring
that it would hit her trapped nipple. She threw back her head and her
mouth involuntarily opened in a silent scream. Her vocal cords
wouldn't even work, she was in that much agony. Her voice finally
returned to her and she let out an incomprehensible screech of pain
and agony.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Christ. No. Ow. Oh God. I can't.
Fuck. My boobs. Oh my fucking God. Please. No. Ow. Ow. Fuck that
hurt."
Tears rolled down her face as she realized that she hadn't been able
to keep her voice down on the fifth. She immediately began to beg
pitifully.
"Oh God. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scream. I couldn't help it. Oh
God. Please don't shock her. Hit me again. I'll be quiet. I promise.
God." She collapsed into sobbing. Defeated. "I'm so sorry, Elizabeth."
I cupped her face, forcing her to look at me. She looked at me,
pleading in her eyes.
"Hit me again. I'll be good. I won't scream. Hit my clamped nipple
again. I swear I can do it. Please," she whispered to me.
I kissed her face.
"You don't have to Jane. That's the end. Five. You did better than I
thought you would."
She collapsed sobbing, defeated, upset and in incredible pain. Her
failure meant pain for Elizabeth, and she knew it. Her anguish was
evident on her tear streaked face.
I returned to the chair, picking up the box and shifting it from hand
to hand. Sheila looked up at me from her knees.
"I couldn't have taken that either. I know how much that paddle
hurts."
"Jane did well."
"Please. Master? Can I go to Jane? Please? She helped me when I was
hurt."
I nodded. Sheila didn't even bother getting to her bare feet, but just
crawled over to where Jane was bound. She whispered to her and Jane
nodded. Tentatively, Sheila reached up and began to caress Jane's
breasts, kneading out the pain and soreness, occasionally using her
lips to almost kiss the sore orbs better. I watched Sheila comfort the
crying woman above her for a while then made my decision.
"Sheila?"
"Yes sir?" She turned away from massaging Jane for a moment.
"Bring the probes here, alright?"
She looked confused.
"The ones currently in Elizabeth?" I replied to her unspoken question.
Elizabeth looked up sharply at me, relief evident in her face. Sheila
crawled over to the naked woman and put her hand in front of her face.
Elizabeth thankfully let the suction of her cheeks relax and dropped
the silver probe into Sheila's hand. Sheila then moved between
Elizabeth's stretched legs and pulled at the tape, slowly easing the
silver phallus from her as Elizabeth gasped. She shuffled forward with
the probes in her hand.
"Thank-you," she whispered as she handed me the instruments of
torment. "She would have passed out, you know."
I stroked the bare girl's hair and guided her more comfortably to her
knees.
"Elizabeth?"
"Yes sir?" she said with a quiver in her voice.
"Don't you think you should thank Jane?"
"Oh God, I would kiss her feet if I could." She turned to Jane to whom
she was still connected via the nipple chain. "Thank-you. I don't
think I could have taken another one. Thank-you." Tears were running
down Elizabeth's face as she spoke.
Jane was still in tears from her sore breasts, but I thought I saw her
nod her head in acknowledgment.
Elizabeth turned and looked up at me, tears running down her face as
well.
"Master? Can your slave speak?" her voice cracked as she struggled
with her pain and tears.
I nodded.
"Please Master. Your slave is so sorry. She's been sorry since you
brought her into this room. Please, allow your slave to do what you
wanted from her in the first place. She'll do it gladly. She doesn't
want to be punished anymore. Please?"
That was a lot better than earlier. I rose and walked back to the
bound nude girl. I bent and released her ankle cuffs. She didn't
immediately close her legs, not knowing if she had permission or not
to do so.
I released her nipple clamp next. She cried out as I released the
pressure and her blood flowed back into the sensitive flesh. She kept
still, though. Jane cried out as I dropped the clamp to the floor,
pulling at her still trapped and very sore nipple. I regretted it
almost as soon as I did it. I hadn't meant to hurt Jane further. I
stopped releasing Elizabeth and turned to the still sobbing girl
beside her. As an act of kindness, I released Jane's nipple from the
clamp as well. To her credit she had never begged for it's removal,
and I knew that she hated the clamps, perhaps more than anything. I
gently kissed the sore nipple and Jane flinched at the touch.
Leaving her to her tears, I returned to Elizabeth, finally letting her
hands down. She remained bent over, but was unable to hold her hands
up without the rope. She fell to her knees, sobbing in relief. She'd
probably been dreaming of this moment since this had all begun.
"Oh God. Thank-you," she whispered.
I released her wrists from her bonds and guided her to her knees,
hands in front of her.
"Jane?" she whispered.
"I'll let her down in a while."
"Don't hurt her anymore. She doesn't deserve it. I'd rather go back up
there. Please."
"I won't hurt her much more."
"Oh God."
"Can you crawl?"
I watched as the freed girl flexed some of her sore limbs. She nodded
silently, tears brimming in her eyes as she realized that she didn't
have much choice. She would crawl if I told her to, sore or not.
I reached down and carefully gripped Elizabeth's red hair, gently
guiding her to her hands and knees. She knew that she was expected to
crawl, and she strained to keep her balance with her thighs and arms
protesting. I knew crawling, or even standing, was going to be hard
for the naked beauty, but she had been spared a lot of the pain I was
intending for her. This discomfort wasn't in the same league.
I was approaching the door as Sheila's musical voice called softly out
to me.
"Master? Can this slave go to Jane? Please? Don't leave her alone like
that. She's hurt."
Sheila could see that I'd intended to leave Jane in her bondage until
I returned, and she knew that Jane's arms had to be aching horribly
being bound above her like that. I wanted her to stay there, but I
couldn't see any problem with letting Sheila try to comfort her while
I was gone.
I nodded to Sheila and watched as she crawled forward whispering to
Jane, who was still crying softly in her ropes.
I turned and continued to guide Elizabeth out into the hallway and
towards the master bedroom with her hair. She cried out once as she
stumbled and I wasn't able to release her hair quickly enough. She
struggled back to her hands and knees, tears in her eyes, and waited
for me to take her hair leash before falling back into the unfamiliar
gait.
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I pushed open the bedroom door and allowed Elizabeth to crawl into the
bedroom under her own power, releasing her hair. She sighed as she
crawled over to Amy and quietly knelt by Amy's bound feet.
"Elizabeth? Are you alright? What did he do to you?"
Elizabeth looked at me, seeking permission to answer Amy's questions.
I shook my head, denying it.
"Amy, honey? I. I can't tell you. I'm sorry."
Amy, shrugged as much as her bonds would let her. She didn't
understand why I wouldn't let Elizabeth tell her what had happened to
her, but she knew better than to push the issue. She wasn't in the
best position to defend herself if I chose to punish her for not
accepting my decisions.
Elizabeth looked down at herself, shivered, remembered her punishment
and looked back up at me.
"Can ... can a slave begin her task, now? Please?" She wanted to get
this over with as well.
I swallowed, looking forward to seeing Elizabeth having sex with Amy.
I nodded slowly.
With a last look of pleading in her eyes, Elizabeth spoke softly.
"Please don't make do this. I'm begging you."
"We can go back to the other room if you like."
"Oh God. Please no. I'll do it. I didn't say I wouldn't. I just asked
..." her voice trailed off.
"It's alright. You've touched women before. You've slept with them
before."
Tears brimmed again in the girl's eyes and she bent her head.
"Can I ask how long?"
"Until I tell you to stop."
"Yes sir."
She reluctantly shuffled her bare body around until she was facing
Amy. Amy was still bound nude and spread open in the chair, looking
down calmly at Elizabeth.
"If it makes it any easier, Elizabeth, I don't mind anymore," Amy
spoke quietly.
"Y-you don't?"
"I've already had Sheila and Christi down there. I'm used to it. I
don't like it. I wish I didn't have to do it. But I don't have a
choice. Having you down there is no worse. I'll try and enjoy it.
Okay? Maybe he'll let me out after you're done." Amy attempted a weak
smile.
"I. I guess." Elizabeth shivered and Amy visibly braced herself for
the third female tongue of the morning. She squirmed a bit in her
bonds belying the words she had just spoken to Elizabeth. But she
didn't complain.
As the first gasp emerged from Amy's lips, I sat down on the bed.
Christi was still breathing heavily, watching the girls make slow love
by the chair.
"What did you do to them?" she whispered to me.
"Played."
"Oh God. How's Jane?"
"Sore. But she'll be fine."
"You didn't hurt them too much?"
"They won't forget the morning."
"I'll bet. Are you going to untie me?" She pulled at her bound wrists.
"We have something to finish."
I was sitting by her bare feet and I reached out and traced along her
instep. She squirmed a bit, but the cords holding her body prevented
her from kicking her feet as she no doubt wanted to. She cried out at
the touch and wrenched her bare toes as they pulled against the small
toe cords.
I did it again, and she willed herself to turn the touches into
something less ticklish. I looked up into her face.
"Please. Untie me. We can finish what we started earlier."
I traced her right instep once more and shifted up towards her top
end. I leaned down to her and touched her lips gently with mine. She
hungrily returned the kiss, pulling at her ropes.
"Untie me," she whispered to me. "You can tie me back up after we're
done. If you have to. I don't even mind if you leave me naked."
I ignored her voice and traced along her bare breasts which were
heaving with her breathing. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the
sensations.
I traced her breasts, purposely avoiding her erect nipples. She
moaned, thrusting herself as best she could towards the light touches.
Her skin was silky smooth and warm to my finger tips. Her lips parted
as she cried out when I touched her nipples gently with my tongue.
I idly touched her chest as she lay there while I turned my attention
to the girls by the chair. Elizabeth was doing exactly as she'd been
ordered. Her head was moving as she licked the bound girl in front of
her. Amy had her eyes closed and she was pulling gently against the
ropes that restrained her bare body. Her breathing was quickening, and
her nipples betrayed her arousal. She looked like she was heading for
some release, but she also looked like she was fighting it on some
level. I could feel my arousal building as I watched, almost jealous
of Amy. Elizabeth's mouth would have felt good at that point, but I
simply didn't have the capacity that a female did. If I let Elizabeth
pleasure me, I'd have to forgo the pleasures with Christi. At least
for a while. I closed my eyes as again I felt the jealousy rise that
Amy could recover so much quicker than I. She was heading for her
third or fourth climax of the morning. Being female has some
advantages.
As I turned my attention back to the girl squirming under my gently
caressing fingers, I felt an odd sensation, almost like a spider
crawling through my mind. I gasped as the sensation intensified,
filling my mind and darkening my vision. I vaguely heard Christi's
voice crying out as darkness overwhelmed my senses and I lost touch
with the outside world.
I awoke sometime later, my hearing returned before the rest of my
senses.
"What the hell are we going to do?"
"You can start by untying me," Amy's voice rang through my
consciousness.
"In a second," Elizabeth's voice sounded close. I struggled to open my
eyes. My strength was slowly returning, but I would have to wait for a
moment before I could move. It didn't sound like I'd been out very
long.
I felt soft fingers trace down my cheek and touch my lips.
"He's still breathing, thank God."
"Thank God? Tie him up before he wakes up," Amy's voice again.
"Amy, shush," Christi's voice sounded really near. I though I could
feel her breathing close by, perhaps even under me. "He's the only one
who can get us out of here. And if he can get free, you don't want to
be the one who tied him up. Trust me."
I could almost see Amy paling. I heard Elizabeth grunting some
assention.
"I'm worried enough that I'm not still between your legs. Hush Amy."
I felt Elizabeth rise off the bed and leave the room. Moments later I
heard her small footsteps and her weight settle into the bed beside
me. I felt a cool sensation across my forehead.
Finally, my eyes worked and I fluttered open my eyelids, wincing at
the sharp pain of the light. Elizabeth's face was peering at me.
"Thank God you woke up. What the hell happened?"
I struggled to move my lips and felt a rush of energy into my system.
I coughed. "Blacked out."
My strength returned, almost as though I hadn't even had the episode.
I rose to my knees. I had indeed fallen across the bound girl.
Elizabeth, being the only free girl had helped me as much as possible.
I plucked the cool wet face cloth from my brow.
Elizabeth was kneeling, her eyes downcast.
"Sir? Please. I was only trying to help. I. I thought ..."
"It's alright. Your help is appreciated. I'm not going to punish you
for stopping what you were told to do."
Elizabeth heaved a big sigh of relief. The after effects of the black
out were fading quickly. My sex drive was returning like a lion. And
the squirming female in ropes in front of me helped drive it.
Elizabeth looked up at me with teary eyes. "Does this slave have to
continue her task? She just helped you when she didn't have to."
"I heard."
Amy paled at this. "Please," she whispered from her chair. She knew
that I'd heard her suggestions.
I thought about this. I didn't know what caused the black out, but I
had to seem in control, even if I really didn't feel like I was. My
body was betraying me, somehow. But I felt fine now.
"I'll let you stop early, how's that?" I smiled gently at Elizabeth.
"I was going to make you lick her for most of the day. Just until I
finish with Christi?"
Elizabeth nodded, disappointment still evident in her face. Still less
time at her task had to be better than licking Amy all day. Resigned,
she slipped off the bed and back to her bare knees in front of Amy.
I watched her as she reluctantly returned to tonguing Amy's bare body.
Amy, still a bit pale, closed her eyes and pulled at her ropes,
accepting the stimulation again. Not much she could do about it.
I turned my attention back to Christi, who was looking up at me with
frightened eyes. I could see the questions buzzing through her head,
questions that she was afraid to voice and questions to which I had no
answers.
I let my fingers trail lightly over her bare breasts again, causing
her to gasp. Her arousal hadn't faded with the episode. I bent towards
her bound feet and slowly released her toes and ankles while watching
Elizabeth and Amy. When her feet were free she squirmed, flexing her
toes and bending her knees. I sat back, leaning on my hands, watching
the nude girls. Amy was looking more and more like she was losing the
battle not to get aroused. Her breathing was erratic and her nipples
rock hard. She'd lost the pale complexion, to be replaced by a red
glow to her cheeks.
"M-master?" Christi's small voice came up from her lying position. She
had stopped squirming her legs, and was lying patiently waiting for my
attention. Her breathing was still erratic and she was flexing her
arms, pulling gently at her bound wrists.
I turned to her quickly and then returned my gaze to Amy. I kind of
wanted to see her climax.
"Please. I know you aren't going to release my hands, but your slave
is begging you not to ignore her any longer. Please?"
I shook my head, tearing my gaze away from Elizabeth and Amy.
"You want these off?" I touched the jeans that still tightly hugged
her lower half.
Christi swallowed, fighting off the instincts to say that she wanted
them. She wanted them, but she didn't. Hard choice in her position.
"Can a girl ask if she'll get them back?"
"Does it matter?"
"I. I guess not." Tears brimmed in her eyes, but her arousal overcame
them easily.
"Ask me to take them off you."
She swallowed again heavily and closed her eyes. "Please. This. Oh
Christ. This slave. She begs her master to take off her jeans. They.
They are in the way." She quickly added, "And she begs to have them
back afterwards."
I smiled at the addendum. She wasn't the type to often use her slave
talk. But in this case, she really wanted something. Her clothes back
after we'd finished. So she indulged me. Smart girl.
I turned my attention back to Amy and Elizabeth as my fingers reached
for the button at the top of Christi's jeans. As I unzipped her, Amy
began to really pull against her ropes, moaning quietly and holding
her breath.
Christi arched her body as best as she could to help me remove her
jeans. She knew that if I wanted her out of them, that she had to take
them off. To do otherwise would mean losing the concealing garment
forever. There was absolutely nothing she could do if I decided to cut
them off her body.
As the jeans slipped down Christi's smooth legs, I heard Amy take one
last deep breath and let it out in a small cry. Her body strained
against the ropes, her whole body involved in her orgasm. She cried
out again as Elizabeth continued her task. Amy's breasts moved with
her laboured breathing, tears running slowly down her face.
Elizabeth looked up at me, pulling her head from Amy's sex. She looked
at me with pleading in her eyes.
"Please, sir. She's done. She's climaxed. Oh God. Please can I stop?"
I slowly shook my head, forcing the girl to continue stimulating Amy.
Amy whispered, "Oh God. Please," mostly to herself as Elizabeth
resumed her task, tears falling from her eyes. Amy squirmed at the
touches, probably not quite recovered enough to take the renewed
stimulation to her clitoris, but not having any choice. Not like she
could move away, or push Elizabeth's head from her.
Christi was watching the other girls, and turned as she noticed that I
had taken her into my gaze instead.
She looked a bit uncomfortable, with her hands bound. She looked up at
me, face flushed.
"We are going to finish this time. Aren't we? Please? I ... I need
you."
I smiled at her and she flushed more. I could see her thoughts running
through her head. Such a difference from her former life. She probably
couldn't believe that she was naked, and tied up on an unfamiliar bed.
Asking for sex. For relief. Feeling things for me that she probably
wasn't fully comfortable with. Fighting with herself.
I nodded. I wanted her.
She swallowed heavily again. "H-how do you want me?" she asked a bit
shyly. She'd always initiated the sexual contact in the past, just
doing whatever she thought I wanted. In most cases, I imagine it was
what she wanted as well, but I'd never bothered asking.
I smiled at her, lying here quietly looking up at me, bare breasts
heaving. "How do you want it?" I asked softly.
"I. I don't want my hands tied," she looked up at me hopefully.
I slowly shook my head, letting her know kindly that her hands were
going to remain behind her. I wanted her like that.
Her face took on a resigned look, not quite daring to ask again, or
beg.
"If it pleases you, I, I'd like to be on top, then."
I could understand that. If she was on the bottom, her arms would
probably be a bit uncomfortable. Though, they would sink into the bed
below her, I'm sure she'd be more comfortable on top.
I moved myself down to lie beside her, letting my fingers caress her
bare breasts. She moaned, and with an obvious effort, she pulled away
from the soft touches. She was breathing hard, as she struggled to her
knees.
"God, that was hard."
Thinking that getting to her knees with her hands tied was difficult I
replied to her, "Didn't pay attention in gymnastics?"
She flushed. "I paid attention. That isn't what I meant." She paused
for a brief moment, probably debating whether she wanted to elaborate.
"I. I meant that it was hard pulling away from those touches." She
pulled at her bound wrists. I could see that she wanted to be free to
touch her front. But that wasn't happening. She'd have to get her
touches from my fingers and my body. That's how I wanted it, and she
knew it.
"Your jeans?" Christi looked at me hopefully.
I just smiled at her, waiting for her to realize that I expected her
to get them off me. It registered on her face.
"Please. I'm tied."
"You can do it."
She flushed, but turned herself around with an effort. She tried to
use her bound hands to undo the top button of my jeans, her fingers
causing my arousal to increase as she struggled. After a few minutes,
she turned her face to me, tears coursing down her cheeks.
"Please. I'm sorry. I. I can't. Please don't punish me. Please." She
was nearly sobbing with her distress. I was watching her fingers and
her wrists were tied just awkwardly enough that she couldn't get her
fingers to release the clasp. I wasn't too surprised.
I looked at her, trying to keep a straight face and keep it severe
enough to convince her that she was in trouble, despite the fact that
she was not. I was far too aroused to punish her at this point anyway.
Nevertheless, the naked, vulnerable female didn't know that, and she
quickly tried to quell her tears.
"Please. I. I don't want to be punished. I'll try again."
She pressed herself harder to her task. I cringed as I watched her,
her trapped wrists bending in what looked to me like a really
uncomfortable position. Her face was a mask of concentration, she
probably didn't even feel the pain from her hands. I really didn't
want to hurt her, so I gently touched her shoulder. She looked at me
questioningly. As her concentration slipped she involuntarily pulled
her bound wrists away from me and cried out softly as she felt the odd
position of her wrists.
"Try your mouth," I urged her gently.
The bound girl took a deep breath, knowing that she wasn't going to
have any more success with her teeth. She had to try though, she
believed that she was going to be punished if she failed. And that
punishment could range from denying her release to outright pain from
a crop or paddle. Either way, she'd be restrained for the foreseeable
future. Exactly what she didn't want.
With tears in her eyes, she again turned herself around and knelt
facing my body.
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She bent again. I could feel the tremors from her body as she
struggled with her teeth to release the clasps of my jeans. Her head
pressed against my body, and I could actually feel her sobs of
frustration and fear as she strained with the button. I raised my
head, trying to see what she was doing down there.
Finally, she let out a cry of dismay and frustration. I felt her take
the edge of the denim in her teeth and pull back. Her teeth slipped,
but the fabric came free. She almost sobbed in relief as the stubborn
button released its hold. Tears running down her face, she knelt up
and looked at me, triumph replacing the frustration.
"Ouch," she whispered. She moved her jaw and pulled at her bound
wrists, her face crunched up in mild pain.
"What happened?"
"My teeth slipped. Clacked together."
"Open."
She stared at me, but obeyed, opening her mouth widely, probably
expecting a gag. I merely reached up and ran my finger over her lower
teeth, trusting that she wouldn't try and bite me. She didn't.
"Nothing broken."
"I could have told you that."
I smiled at her. "And if I wanted to touch your teeth."
"They're yours to touch." She flushed. She sighed and bent her nude
body back to her task. I felt her hot breath against me, through my
underwear, and heard the zipper fall. She tugged ineffectively at the
denim of my thigh with her mouth and then rose back to her knees. Her
face was tear streaked, but with her success with the button, she had
managed to stop crying. A new frustration had appeared.
"Christi?" I inquired sweetly.
"I. I can't."
"Can't what?"
"Get them off. Please, sir. You. Please help me?"
I reached down and raised my pelvis at the same time. I pushed the
jeans over my hips and off my legs. I sat up and pulled off my t-shirt
as well for her. I kicked off my shoes and socks, leaving just my
underwear for her to struggle with. I lay back down, taking the weight
off my pelvis.
Her eyes followed my movements, probably surprised that I'd helped her
this much. She was probably expecting at least a half hour of painful
struggling against her restraints in order to get my clothes off. I'd
done in thirty seconds what would have taken her thirty minutes.
Minimum.
She smiled down at me, gratefully. "This slave thanks you."
She bent again, nuzzling me through the thin material of my underwear.
I gasped at the sensations. If it was possible, I found myself getting
harder. At last, she teasingly gripped the material in her teeth and
pulled them slowly down my legs until they caught at my ankles. I
lifted my feet allowing her to pull them completely off me. She looked
up at me, smiling as she bent again to take my toes into her mouth.
I shivered as her tongue explored my toes. After a few minutes she
glanced up and began her slow journey back up towards my head. With
her hands behind her, she had some difficulty maneuvering herself
upwards. At last she straddled me, her bare legs lying easily on
either side of my body, looking at my face. Her bare breasts were
rising and falling beautifully with her laboured breathing and I could
feel her arousal and heat as she pressed herself into my belly.
Carefully, she lowered herself to touch my lips with hers. I could see
her frustration, knowing this would be ever so much easier if I'd just
release her wrists. But she didn't complain or beg me to let her free.
She merely kissed me, pulling lightly at her ropes.
"I can't wait any longer," she whispered as she ground her pelvis into
my body. "I swear, I'm going to cum like this."
I smiled up at her. "You'll do no such thing."
She closed her eyes, remembering that I wasn't a normal lover. She
needed my permission for her release. She nodded, silently promising
that she wouldn't climax without my permission.
She lifted herself, straining her thighs. I had to help her a bit, she
not being quite strong enough and being restrained, she couldn't find
the leverage. Finally she was poised over me, her thighs straining to
keep her body lifted off mine, her toes curled into the bed sheets.
She moaned as I guided myself to her. I nodded to her and she gently
lowered herself, impaling her body with mine. We gasped together at
the penetration. Slowly, she slid herself up and down, pumping,
gripping at me with her internal muscles, rocking herself. After the
mornings activities I wasn't going to last very long. She took her
time, savouring the sensations, feeling the sexual energy. She had cum
once this morning with Jane, but she was more than ready for me.
I glanced once at Elizabeth still working diligently between Amy's
legs. Amy had her eyes closed, trying to ignore Elizabeth's tongue
now. She was probably spent for the day. The sight of the female
lovemaking heightened my arousal again. I closed my eyes to
concentrate on Christi's softness. Images flipped behind my closed
lids. Knowing that she was restrained, couldn't use her hands made it
so much more enjoyable for me. Amy. Elizabeth. Jane, still bound in
the other room with Sheila. The syrup. The girls, trying so hard to be
pleasing.
I exploded, not being able to hold back any longer. Christi cried out
as I thrust one last time deep into her softness. My body arched,
muscles fighting with one another, moaning. I fell back to the bed
under her, gasping and fighting off the residual spasms. Christi had
stopped her thrusting as I climaxed. I could still feel her wetness
and her arousal as I remained inside of her.
"Please?" she whispered. Seeking permission for her release. I imagine
that she had been holding back. She was as ready as I was after the
morning of being bound and teased.
Not getting an immediate answer, the flushed girl began to cry softly.
She needed the release, but I wasn't allowing her. She pulled futilely
at her trapped wrists, wanting to touch herself, needing just that
tiny push over the edge. Resignedly, she lifted herself on quivering
thighs and extracted me from her. I gasped at the sensations.
She moved her bare body as best she could and lay down, still crying
softly beside me. She buried her head in my shoulder, her skin still
hot pressing into me. I let her cry for a few moments as I recovered.
"That was wonderful," I whispered to her.
"Please. I. This slave. She wants to cum. Oh God. Please." She looked
up at me with earnest deep blue eyes. "Whatever I did, I'm sorry."
"You didn't do anything." I gently told her.
"Then why? Please untie me? I'll finish myself. You don't have to do
anything? Please?"
"Will you accept a gag?"
Her face registered confusion, probably so aroused she couldn't form
any thought that didn't directly involve her swollen clitoris.
"You know, to keep you quiet?" I elaborated.
"You want me to keep quiet? I will. You don't have to gag me. I.
Please."
I reached over the side of the bed, fishing through the equipment bag
that was still lying on the floor. Finally I touched a shiny hard ball
shaped object which I pulled up onto the bed with the attached leather
straps. Christi's eyes opened wide as she saw the ball gag, not
understanding why she had to have it. She would keep quiet if I told
her to. Not even a cry. She had enough self-control and I knew it. It
wasn't like I was going to whip her.
"Please. Why?" she pleaded with me. She knew, by now, that she was
going to be gagged, like it or not.
"I just want to see you in it. I'll let you climax if you willingly
take it. You have a choice."
Christi's brow furrowed, but her body betrayed her. She didn't like
the idea of being gagged, I couldn't remember if I had ever made her
wear one before. She had always been good at keeping her mouth shut
when told. She slowly nodded, wanting the climax more than she didn't
want the gag.
She silently opened her pretty mouth as I approached her with the
intrusion. I slipped the red ball behind her teeth and gently
connected the straps behind her head. I worked the hair out from under
the strap, allowing it to fall free around her bare shoulders. Her
mouth stretched wide to accommodate the gag, but I hadn't wrenched it
in, like I had a few days ago with Elizabeth and Jane. Christi wasn't
going to have to wear it very long. I just wanted to see her climax
with it.
Christi tried to mumble something around the gag, but it wasn't
intelligible. I was guessing that she had tried to beg for its
removal, but she wasn't in any position to get rid of it herself. In
frustration, she tried reaching around her nude body with her bound
hands, but she wasn't even coming close to her breasts, her vagina or
her mouth with her hands tied the way they were.
I gently urged her legs apart with my fingers. She lay her gagged head
back into the pillows and more than willingly spread her long legs,
her toes curling as she did.
I idly stroked her skin, causing unintelligible begging noises to
emerge from her mouth. She breathed easily through her nose, eyes
closed as I gently parted her lips. Her body went rigid at the first
light touch of her swollen clitoris. I eased off, teasing her, lightly
stroking her slippery outer lips and entering her with my fingers. I
purposely avoided her center until her mewls of dismay and arousal
came at fever pitch. If it wasn't for that gag, she would have been
begging shamelessly and unreservedly.
I whispered to her, "You may climax, little one."
Relief flooded into her unusually expressive eyes as I began to
lightly stroke her clitoris. It didn't take much, she was so aroused
and ready. She exploded with a scream that was evident through the gag
wedged behind her teeth. She screamed repeatedly into the gag as she
orgasmed, her entire body arching and tensing as I continued to rub
her lightly. Finally, spent, she collapsed into the sheets, trying to
pull away from my still stroking fingers. I gave her one last light
stroke on her sensitive clit causing her to jump and then allowed her
to rest. She shivered as I ran my fingers lightly down her leg as I
rose to my feet.
I gently touched Elizabeth's head, and she gratefully stopped licking
at the girl in front of her. Using a pair of handcuffs, I had her sit
with her back to the footboard of the bed. I casually connected her
wrists to the bedposts, but she was far too tired to care. I suspect
that she was thankful that I had even let her stop. She let her head
droop towards her bare chest, her legs drawn up and pressed together.
She looked pretty sitting there on the floor, arms outstretched, but I
didn't tell her. She closed her eyes, resting her tired body.
I returned to the bed and sat down beside Christi. She looked up at
me, helplessly, pleading with her eyes.
"You want something, pretty girl?"
She nodded her head. She was still flushed from her exertions, I could
see it in her distended cheeks. She wanted the gag out of her mouth. I
could see her tongue pushing against the intrusion. Even though it
hadn't been in her mouth long, it was probably uncomfortable.
"More sex?"
Her eyes betrayed her confusion. She didn't know what the right answer
was. She wanted the gag out, but she also would be willing to put out
more to keep herself out of trouble. She was likely fully recovered
from her climaxes and could probably go again if I wanted her. Problem
was, as enticing as that gagged, naked, gorgeous creature was, there
was no way that I was ready. Perhaps in a while. She struggled and
opted for honesty. She slowly shook her head, preferring to take her
chances that I'd guess again what she wanted. I could see it in her
eyes. She knew that I was teasing her.
"You'd like to sleep?"
She looked a bit worn out, but that would have been normal, I
supposed. She had been struggling in ropes, forced to exert herself
without the benefit of her hands. But she shouldn't be sleepy tired
for a while yet, despite her rigorous activities. Elizabeth, and maybe
Jane, could use sleep again, but Christi should still be viable.
Predictably, she shook her head again, mewling into the ball. Probably
trying to beg for the gag out.
"What does she want?" I mused to myself as I idly stroked her skin.
She squirmed, kicking her bare feet at the touches. Leaving her
frustrated, I rose and quickly dressed myself. When I finished, I
lowered myself back to the bed and gently kissed at her lips. It was
an odd sensation kissing a gagged girl. Her lips were tight around the
intrusion and she moaned at the touches. She probably thought it was
more odd than I did.
She tried to talk around the ball again, but finally gave up,
realizing that I would take it out of her mouth eventually, and that
she just had to wait. I touched the red surface of the ball between
her lips.
"Must be hard to talk with that in there," I commented idly.
She nodded her head vigorously, her eyes pleading with me.
"You want it out?"
She nodded again. My fingers were idly caressing her nipples, causing
them to involuntarily, or perhaps voluntarily, harden. She squirmed,
but didn't pull away.
"Will you be a good girl?"
Her eyes registered disbelief that I would even ask. She'd done
everything she was ordered to today without complaint. She'd taken off
her clothing, had sex with me, made love to Amy, made love to Jane,
suffered the syrup. She knew that she hadn't so much as complained.
She'd been good and didn't deserve to be lying there naked begging for
her gag to be removed. Despite all that, she swallowed her pride and
slowly nodded her head.
"You'll be quiet?"
Again, a hesitant nod. I could see her squirming, trying to keep still
but so anxious to get the ball out of her mouth.
I smiled at her and gently lifted her blonde head. I reached under her
hair while she struggled to help me, twisting her head to allow me
better access to the clasps. I slowly released the straps and then let
her head fall back onto the pillow. The gag was no longer forcibly in
her, she had closed her eyes and held it behind her teeth voluntarily,
waiting for my fingers to pull it free for her. I watched her face for
a moment, stretched by the intrusion and struggling not to push it out
with her tongue. I wouldn't have punished her if she had, I kind of
expected her to do it. But she lay there, fighting with herself. It
was beautiful to watch. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at me,
pleading. I was surprised that she'd had the self control to hold the
uncomfortable position.
I gently grasped the ends of the straps, slowly pulling the gag from
her lips. As she felt the outward tension, she opened her mouth a
little wider allowing the ball to slip from behind her teeth. She
gasped audibly as the ball gag swung out of her mouth. It was wet, but
it hadn't been in her long enough to cause uncontrollable drool. She
began to say something, probably a whispered thank-you, but I touched
her lips with my finger before she could utter more than the initial
"Th-", gently reminding her to keep quiet.
"Stay there. When I come back, I'll let you get dressed again. If you
are good."
"Please untie me," she whispered pulling at her trapped wrists.
I motioned for her to be silent and she closed her mouth, realizing
that she would be bound until I returned. At least I had left her
ankles free.
I rose and walked towards the door. As I passed Amy, she looked up at
me with hopeful eyes. She whispered as well, "Please. I've been in
this chair for hours. Please let me go. I won't go anywhere. I'll sit
still wherever you put me."
I raised my finger to my lips, shushing her. Her face drooped as she
too realized that she was stuck in the ropes for a while. She
squirmed, trying to get more comfortable. I felt a bit sorry for her,
her bare body was probably aching. Probably her rear end was numb from
sitting in one position so long on the hard chair. I stroked her hair
gently.
"When I get back, I'll let you out. I promise."
She numbly nodded, tears falling gently from her eyes. She had been
good all morning as well. I know I really should have let them free,
but as I turned, regarding the three bound beauties, I again marveled
at their exquisiteness lying and sitting throughout the room. Such
delicate and desirable creatures. Mine. I didn't want to let them go.
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I quietly closed the door to the master bedroom. I was sure that as
soon as I left, they'd begin talking. I didn't mind. As long as they
were smart enough to stop when I returned. If I'd really wanted them
silent, I would have left them gagged.
I walked quickly to the business room where Jane and Sheila were
trapped. I twirled a pair of steel handcuffs around my finger as I
approached. I set the key in the lock and took a breath. I wasn't used
to Sheila yet, and though she had never shown outward aggression, she
also had never seen me punish the other girls. She might have some
ideas of how to incapacitate me. She had some weapons in there, and
she might have released Jane to help her. I readied my time defenses
and unlocked the door. Really, I should have left Sheila restrained.
I watched carefully as the door swung open. Sheila was on her knees,
leaning back on her hands quietly talking to Jane. Sheila looked up as
I entered, Jane tried to twist her bound body around to look at me. I
watched as a look of hope crossed Jane's features, but she pressed her
lips together, not saying anything. Her arms looked sore bent up
towards the ceiling behind her. She still couldn't rise, and her legs
looked tired. That was unfortunate, because she was going to remain
there for a while, yet.
Sheila spoke softly as I approached.
"Please, master. This slave begs for slave Jane's release. She's in
pain."
"I know. I'll let her out soon."
Jane groaned as she realized that she was in for further pain and
punishment before I'd let her down. I crouched down beside Sheila.
"You didn't let her go?" I asked Sheila.
"You would have put her back up, and punished her twice as badly if I
had."
I nodded and reached for Sheila's wrist.
"Please. I've proven that I'm not going to do anything. You don't have
to tie me up."
"You won't be as uncomfortable as Jane is. And it's not for long."
Sheila, realizing that any further protests would probably lead to
further discomfort, allowed me to hang the steel from her wrist. I bid
her lie down, which she did. I carefully attached her right wrist to
Jane's right ankle, having her lie easily under Jane.
I addressed both of them.
"Girls? I don't want to gag you, but I want you to be quiet. Can you
do that for me?"
They both nodded. Sheila from the floor, and Jane from her bent over
posture. They didn't know why I wanted them quiet, but they knew
better than to question it. They'd at least be quiet when I was
around.
"I'll be back in a while."
Jane looked like she wanted to say something, perhaps let me know in
graphic detail how her arms were screaming, but she decided to keep
quiet, not wanting a gag to extend her discomfort.
I stroked their hair gently and silently left them in the room. I
carefully locked them in, though it was probably unnecessary with
their restraints.
I took a deep breath, allowing the shakes to finally take hold of my
body. I gripped the handrail until they receded. Taking another deep
breath I got myself in motion, walking swiftly to the stairs and down.
I settled myself into the comfortable sofa and lay my head back
against the cushions.
What the hell had happened to me? One second I'm teasing Christi, the
next I'm lying overtop of her bound form, with Elizabeth taking care
of me as though I was an invalid. I couldn't fathom it. What if it
happened again? What if I didn't wake up? What if it was more severe?
What if the girls decided that next time, they'd take a chance at
freedom by incapacitating me while I was helpless? Like Amy was
already suggesting? I couldn't blame her for that. She must be damn
uncomfortable in that chair. My head swam with concerns.
I rose to my feet and carefully walked to the front of the house,
letting myself outside. I looked up at the house from the front walk.
Inside, I had five girls, completely dependent on me. Without me, they
couldn't get back to their former lives. Without me, at the moment,
they couldn't even get themselves free enough to move. They deserved
better.
I forced myself to clear my head and began walking. The clean air of
the morning helped the fogginess recede from my being. It felt good to
be alone, enjoy the sunshine, breathe the air. I was tempted to
release the few people that I passed, just to play with them in the
morning light. God, this timeline was idyllic. Except for that damn
blackout. My thoughts returned to the girls, restrained inside, unable
to enjoy simple things at whim as I did.
I hadn't traveled far before I spotted a sports car, stopped in the
middle of the road. The driver was a young attractive brunette,
concentrating on the unmoving road in front of her. If I chose, she
could be mine. I could add her to the women I already had. Make her my
slave. I fingered my gun, but I realized that I didn't need it. I
could take her with a combination of time and brute strength. She was
no match physically for me.
My mind snagged, a nagging suspicion entering my consciousness. I sat
down on the road, staring at the cute driver, letting my mind wander.
It hit me like a ton of bricks falling from a building under
construction. Bad scene.
I leapt to my feet and ran around to the other side of the Mazda with
the girl. I carefully exerted a minimum of will, allowing the
passenger door to free from the time block. I slipped into the
passenger seat, fighting the urge to take the brunette. She was
exquisite. But I didn't have time. I rummaged through her glove box
finding paper. I dug in her purse in search of a pencil or pen.
Lifesavers. Tampons. Condoms. Kleenex. And a wallet. Her wallet had a
fine gold pen buried in the fold.
I climbed out of the car and stretched out on the hood of her car. If
I'd freed her now, I would have been in some serious trouble lying as
I was. I feverishly scribbled equations and inequalities on the page,
filling one, then another. The variables were complex, and almost
unreadable, but after an hour or so, I read the last equation in
disbelief.
I could control time, but there were limits. I knew that. I just
hadn't bothered with the specifics because according to the
assumptions, the limits should be far longer than a human life span. I
knew more, now. Time control was taking some energy from my system,
and that energy was fading. Not quickly. Not drastically. But I simply
couldn't maintain this time line indefinitely. With practice, perhaps,
but I couldn't yet. I knew that going in, but the line had proved to
be so distracting that I had forgotten to keep my eye on it. According
to the last equation, the controller might slip into a state of
timelessness if the energy was to low. If the energy levels fell
enough, then the timelines would collapse. The black out state was an
attempt by my body and mind to conserve the timeline unconsciously. It
would happen more and more frequently until the time line collapsed. I
had a bad feeling what might happen to my body if the energy levels
fell that low. Not to mention the effects on the people on this
timeline. It might collapse into the primary timeline, but then again,
it might not. The equations weren't that accurate.
I took a deep breath, the shaking now completely gone from my body. I
was beginning to understand the realities of this. That is why I
recovered so fast. It wasn't a physical affliction. Problem was, I was
vulnerable when it happened, and so were the girls.
I slowly dropped off the car and sat at the side of the road holding
the pages of numbers as a kind of bible. I couldn't know when, but it
would happen to me again if I tried to maintain the timeline. And
there was absolutely no way to tell how low the energy reserves might
be in my system. I needed rest. And I needed it on the main timeline
where I wasn't in control.
I stared at the numbers, wanting to be wrong. I would have been happy
staying here for a few more weeks. Perhaps someday I could.
I really didn't want to let them go. This whole peaceful world and the
girls. They were great creatures. They had adjusted so well, and it
had been fun. Probably more for me than them, but they had their
freedoms as well. As Jane had so aptly put it, on the prime timeline,
where could they go where they could romp around without clothes or
cares? No school. No work. No worries. Someone else looking after your
needs. They might have to put up with my games occasionally, but that
wasn't that bad a price to pay.
I hung my head, breathing steadily. I knew what I had to do.
I rose to my feet, hearing my own feet against the pavement in this
silent world. I walked back to the house, dreading what was coming.
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I could hear soft voices through the master bedroom door. I smiled,
wondering what the girls were talking about in there. It didn't matter
that they weren't obeying me.
I walked over to the business room, slipping the key into the lock as
quietly as I could. I turned it, and entered in one motion. They were
talking quietly. More Sheila talking from the floor and Jane softly
crying. Sheila had sat up, her wrist still holding her to Jane's
ankle. She paled as she watched me enter, knowing that I'd told them
to be quiet before I left. She made to lie down into the position that
I left her.
I watched her struggle with her instinct to say something. She
succeeded and lay quietly. Jane's quiet crying was the only sound in
the room.
I crouched down beside Sheila and began to release the cuff from
Jane's bare ankle.
"Please." Sheila whispered.
I looked at her. Taking my lack of admonishment as a sign to continue,
Sheila begged. "Please. She's hurt. Let her down. I know how much it
hurts. Her arms hurt. She. She told me."
Jane shot a look at Sheila through her tears. Probably not wanting me
to know how much she hurt.
I didn't answer Sheila and lifted her to her bare feet. I gently
handcuffed her hands behind her back which she didn't protest.
"Sheila, honey. I need to talk to Jane. Will you go into the master
bedroom with the others?"
"Will you let her down?"
"I'm going to let her down soon."
Sheila nodded, tears filling her eyes at her helplessness and she
padded quietly towards the open door. I watched her as she moved into
the hallway, and towards the other side. She'd have some trouble with
the doorknobs with her hands cuffed behind her, but she'd manage. If
not, she'd be smart enough to kneel in the hallway and not return
until I asked her back.
I settled myself into the leather chair and gazed at the half dressed,
crying girl in the middle of the room. I couldn't help but notice the
contrast. Her having nothing and me comfortable with everything I ever
wanted. Almost everything.
I mentally marked the timeline as I sat. I felt a brief crawling
sensation in my mind as I did, but nothing serious. I didn't black out
again.
"Janey?"
"Oh God. Please let me go. My arms. Hurt."
"I know, baby. I know."
"I didn't do anything to deserve this. Please. I'll do whatever you
want from me."
"Will you kneel and listen to me?"
She managed to raise her head and look at me, incredulous that I'd
even asked.
"You can tie me on my knees for all I care. Just let me down. I'll do
whatever you want. You don't have to hurt me to have me."
I rose slowly from the chair and approached her. She watched,
apprehension filling her face. She had no idea if I was going to
punish her before letting her down or not.
I knelt in front of her, looking up into her teary face. Still looking
into her eyes, I ran my fingers softly up under her dress, stroking
her soft skin. Relishing her feel. I touched between her legs. Sopping
wet. Her eyes were still glued to mine as she squirmed in her
restraints, knowing that her body was betraying her again.
I rose, carefully untying the tether from the chain between her
wrists. With a gasp the girl fell to her knees as soon as the support
of the rope fell away. Her arms audibly smacked against her back. She
was breathing hard and her eyes teared from relief. I knelt behind her
and gently massaged her upper arms and shoulders. She moaned at the
unexpected kindness. After ten or so minutes of that I crawled around
front of her and adjusted her dress over her exposed breasts. She
looked stunning kneeling there in her evening wear, tears still slowly
dripping from her eyes.
"You didn't need to do that," she spoke quietly. "I. I appreciate it,
but I know you didn't have to. Thank-you."
I didn't know if she was talking about the massage, or the dress.
"Janey. Sweetheart. I have to let you go."
"You just did."
"No. I have to let you all go."
My eyes began to tear, but I forced the wetness from my eyes. She was
quick, probably the most perceptive of any of the girls.
"What happened?" she asked softly.
"I was playing, and I blacked out. I. I can't maintain this timeline
much longer. It's a symptom of my losing control. If I don't stop
this, at some point I'm going to blackout and never wake up. And I
have no idea how much danger you or I are in."
She sat back on her heels studying my face. "I wish I could say that
I'm sympathetic."
"I know. I don't expect you to be upset or anything. I just thought
you should know."
"Why me?"
"Because you might understand. And you were always good to talk to."
"Are you going to tell the others?" She pulled at her bonds again.
"Eventually."
"How long until you black out again?"
"Have no idea. Could be hours. Could be days."
"How much longer are you going to keep us."
"Not much longer."
Her eyes registered her perception. "You are going to have one last
fling with us. Aren't you?"
I'd considered that on the way here. I'd decided on something a little
different. I slowly shook my head and Jane's eyes betrayed her
confusion.
"You aren't going to use us all one last time before you have to let
us go?"
"No, sweetheart. I'm going to give you all a choice. To a degree. I'm
going to let you all decide if you want anything special before you
go. You won't remember it, but you may as well get something you
always wanted to do before you go. Doesn't have to be sexual. As long
as it doesn't take too long. That's all. You might want to think about
it."
"When?"
"When what?"
"When are you going to let us go?"
"By the end of today. Not much choice, I'm afraid."
She lowered her head. When she raised it again, she was fighting off
tears. Not sure why.
"Can a slave beg for lunch? Or are you purposely making her wait?
She's hungry."
I smiled at her. I wondered what she was going to ask for. This
seventeen year old, gorgeous creature kneeling so docile in front of
me.
I had her get to her feet, and I released her bonds. She turned on her
bare feet rubbing her wrists and biceps.
"How are your breasts?"
"God awfully sore. You didn't have to do that to me, you know.
Whatever you asked, I would have done. Even this dress hurts now."
"How are the arms?"
"A little better."
"You think you can make lunch?"
"Depends what you want."
"Anything you would normally make."
"I can make sandwiches. Egg salad, or cold meat."
"Whatever strikes your fancy."
"You are really going to let us go?"
I nodded slowly. Not wanting to.
"I know what I want." And with those words she bent down quickly and
kissed my forehead. In a whirl of black fabric, she turned on her feet
and hurried to make some lunch for everyone, I could hear her bare
feet whispering down the hallway and down the stairs.
I slowly rose to my feet and followed her but only as far as the
master bedroom. I hesitated, but forced myself to turn the knob. I
entered the room, glancing around. Sheila was kneeling in the center
of the room, her bare body still on display. Idly, I wondered how much
trouble she'd had with the doorknob with her hands bound behind her
back. Amy was still tied into her chair, squirming slightly. Christi
lay quietly on the bed looking at me. And Elizabeth remained
exhausted, sitting at the end of the bed, arms outstretched,
vulnerable.
I made my way over to Amy's chair and knelt in front of her. I slowly
ran my fingers up her calf and across her smooth thigh. She shivered,
but didn't protest. She began to say something, probably wanting to
beg again for her release, but then remembered her orders to keep
quiet. She knew about gags and really didn't want another. She
remained silent. I waited for a few minutes there, just enjoying the
sight of her, and finally began to unknot the ropes holding her bare
ankles. She sat still, breathing easier as she realized that she was
getting a measure of freedom. After a few minutes, her limbs were free
of the chair. She still sat quietly, not sure of my intentions. She
was shaking a little.
I picked up a stray pair of handcuffs from the pack and motioned for
her to come to me. She stiffly managed to rise out of the chair. She
began to walk towards the bed where I stood, but realized that she
hadn't been told how to move. Closing her eyes, she opted for safety
and fell to her knees. She awkwardly shuffled towards me on her bare
knees, finally ending up at my feet. She bowed her head.
"Turn around," I spoke gently to her. "Hold your hands behind you."
She looked up at me, tears forming in her eyes. She had done
everything I wanted, including being bound to a chair for hours
suffering female attentions. Rightly, she didn't deserve to be bound,
and she knew it. She hadn't been free of restraints for a long time.
But I had my reasons.
"It's not punishment, Amy. You've been a good girl," I tried to
reassure her.
She looked up at me, begging with her eyes, silently asking why. I
couldn't give her an answer. Not yet. Not getting a response, she
resigned herself and turned slowly on her knees, her wrists held
behind her bare back.
I bent and slipped the steel around her wrists, being careful not to
tighten them into her skin.
"Go kneel with Sheila. Okay?"
Amy nodded silently, and began her slow journey to Sheila on her
knees. I rose and walked over to where Elizabeth sat slumped at the
foot of the bed.
I crouched in front of her. Her breathing was regular, her eyes
closed. Her legs were drawn up, trying to make herself more
comfortable on the floor. Her wrists were hanging loosely in the
cuffs.
I touched her shoulder gently, whispering to her.
"Elizabeth? Sweetheart?"
The girl awoke with a start, but she wasn't as disoriented as I'd
feared she might be. She pulled once at her restraints and then moaned
a bit. She looked up.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled.
"Sorry for what?"
"For sleeping," her eyes widened as she realized the rest of the room
was quiet except her. Her mind focused and she remembered her orders
to be quiet. The girls were taking me seriously today. I couldn't
blame them. "And for talking, just now. I'll be quiet."
"It's alright. You can talk. Just not loudly. I'm going to let you go
from there, alright? I'm going to handcuff you like Amy and Sheila."
She numbly nodded, not even being fully awake yet. She didn't have
much choice in how free or not free her body was anyway.
I reached up and stroked the soft skin of her face. I let my finger
trace over her jaw and down her throat. I traced down between her bare
breasts, and touched her belly. She shivered, but didn't protest the
touches of her skin. She had been through a lot worse.
I reached up and released her left wrist from the cuff holding her.
She pulled the hand in, and gently held it on her thigh. I released
her right wrist by releasing the cuff attached to the bedpost. She
just looked at me and spoke, "Front, or back?"
She was clearly hoping for front, but I had to disappoint her. "Back,"
I told her. Her eyes registered a bit of disappointment, but she
squirmed her bare body around, reaching her knees. Mimicking Amy and
Sheila, she held her wrists behind her and allowed me to attach them
together with the chain. She pulled idly at her bonds, but satisfied
with her helplessness, she turned herself back around to face me.
I gently kissed her cheek, which she again allowed without complaint.
"Jane's making some lunch and you're probably hungry. All of you. Head
down. And you can talk between you. Tell Jane that she can talk to you
as well. Alright?"
The faces around me brightened a bit, as they didn't have to worry
about keeping quiet. All four began to rise to their feet, struggling
against their restraints.
I rose, seeing that Christi had managed to rise to a sitting position
on the bed. She was swinging her bare legs off the bed.
"Except you, Christi," I spoke gently to her. She looked up at me
questioningly, but stopped her movements obediently.
She braved speaking.
"Please. I'm hungry too." She had made her voice purposely pitiful,
like a hungry child being denied food. Perhaps she actually felt that
way. And it tore at me. The vixen.
"I'm not punishing you. You'll get to eat, in a moment. I promise."
Her face brightened a bit at the promise and she slowly lay herself
back onto the bed, wistfully watching the other three girls exit the
room. The door closed quietly behind the retreating beauties.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at this woman that I knew
so well. Her blonde hair cascaded over her bare shoulders. Her arms
looked uncomfortable held behind her, but she wasn't complaining. Her
full lips were slightly parted, her breath coming in short bursts. She
stared back at me, not angry, not upset, not in accusation. None of
the things she should have been feeling as I watched her. This
beautiful creature that I had possessed for what seemed like forever.
I idly wondered what she'd want before she left. If anything.
I silently motioned for her to sit up. She struggled with it, her
abdomen straining with the awkward sit up that I'd demanded of her.
"What's the matter?" she whispered.
I couldn't tell her yet. "In time. I'll tell you."
"Something is the matter, then. I could feel it," her shoulders shook
a bit as she craned her neck to try and look at me. My fingers fumbled
at the knots holding the rope around her wrists.
"Is it me?" she asked tremulously. "Whatever I did, I'm sorry."
I was silent. Not knowing what to tell her.
Christi continued as her wrists were freed from their restraints. "I
truly am sorry. Not because I'm afraid of punishment. I am. But you
seem different. Quiet. Melancholy. And whatever I did to cause it, I'm
sorry."
I finished with her hands and she pulled them in front of herself,
rubbing at her wrists. She slowly turned her body on her hands and
knees, falling into an easy cross-legged position.
I looked into her deep blue eyes and spoke solemnly. "Christi, honey.
Honestly. It isn't anything that you did. Everything is fine."
I tried my damnedest to get a smile onto my face. It shouldn't have
been hard with her, nude, and available sitting there in front of me.
But I knew I had failed when tears threatened to form in Christi's
eyes.
Instinctively, she threw herself forward and hugged me. I'm not sure
what possessed her to do it, but it was right. I felt her bare body
press itself into my clothes tightly. She held me for a few minutes,
and then slowly backed away, falling back to her knees on the
bedspread. Strangely I felt better somehow.
"Thank-you," I spoke quietly. Christi raised her pretty eyebrows at
that. I don't think I'd ever thanked any of them for anything that
they did. They were human, but they also had to be reminded of their
status in small ways. She still looked a little worried, but she
managed to speak.
"You're welcome. I know you can make me hug you whenever you want, but
that one was real."
"I know."
She held her wrists out, close together, offering herself.
"Don't you want to get dressed first?" I asked her gently.
Her eyes brightened immediately as she was distracted from my state.
She nodded her head slowly.
I lay back on the bed as she crawled off and picked up her discarded
clothing. I watched her lithe body as she covered it, pulling the too
tight jeans over her hips, and the top over her head. I marveled that
she could look so perfect both nude and clothed. She smiled
brilliantly at me as she stood there, waiting for my approval.
I smiled at her as I sat up and swung my legs off the bed. I was
really going to miss her.
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She held her wrists out again expecting the handcuffs. She seemed
almost eager to have the restraints, or perhaps she was simply more
accepting of her treatment since I'd allowed her the clothing back.
Instead of attaching her wrists together, I grasped her right hand
firmly in my left and walked with her, allowing her to open the
bedroom door and lead the way out and into the hallway. If she was
surprised at the fact that I hadn't handcuffed her, she didn't show
it.
As we approached the kitchen, I released her hand, and watched as she
wiggled her fingers. She smiled at me, not quite understanding my
mood. Her bare feet danced in nervousness on the hardwood of the
entranceway to the kitchen.
"I feel like it's my birthday or something. Everyone in there is going
to jump out and yell 'Surprise' when I walk in."
I smiled at her. "Maybe it is. Maybe they will," I spoke quietly.
She gave me a confused look, and waited with her hands at her sides
for me to allow her to enter the kitchen.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the kitchen door and motioned for
Christi to enter. I watched as she walked into the kitchen, the sway
of her feminine body exaggerated as she moved.
As I followed her, I noticed that the other women were scattered about
the kitchen. Amy and Elizabeth were quietly talking at the table,
their hands impeding them a little as they sat upright in the kitchen
chairs.
Jane was swirling around the kitchen, finishing up making sandwiches.
Sheila was doing whatever she could at Jane's direction to help. Her
bound hands making any chore difficult. But she didn't seem to mind as
she moved her bare body around. Christi moved over to Sheila who was
trying to carry a small tray of cookies behind her. Christi
immediately took the tray and spoke a few whispered words to Sheila.
Sheila looked a bit relieved and moved towards me, kneeling at my
feet.
"Can a slave ask to have her hands released so that she can help with
lunch?" she inquired with a sweet look on her face. The bruises had
faded considerably from her features, but they weren't completely gone
yet. She was still beautiful.
"Sweety. Go sit with Amy and Elizabeth. Christi can take over."
She looked a bit disappointed, probably hoping to be released even if
it meant chores for her to do. She slowly climbed to her bare feet,
with a helping hand from myself, and walked over to table, settling
her bare bottom onto one of the hard chairs.
I leaned against he wall watching the activity. Jane and Christi
quickly set the table with plates and trays of small sandwiches. As
Jane fished pickles out of a huge jar, I couldn't believe the sights.
Three women, completely nude from the tops of their heads to their
pretty toes, handcuffed, talking like it was the most natural thing in
the world. Christi, in her tight jeans and top, no underwear and
barefoot. Jane in evening wear, her feet bare and moving against the
tile. Busily making lunch. They were all just so ... exquisite,
delicate creatures.
It was hard to believe what I'd put them all through over the last
days. Pain. Humiliation. Sexual slavery. I closed my eyes and pictured
them, just this morning, covered in syrup, sticky, eating without
complaint, in a situation that just wasn't imaginable for most people.
And they were here. Still alive. Still surviving. And unbroken. Even
happy. I watched a quick smile flash across Amy's face as she laughed
at something Sheila had said. The female of the species is a wondrous
creature.
I took a deep breath.
"Christi?"
She looked up from her tray of sandwiches that she was placing on the
table, her eyes questioning. If I was to tell her to make love to Jane
on the floor, she would. No questions. No complaints. If I was to ask
her to whip Amy's breasts for a few minutes ... she would. She'd
protest. Try to avoid it. Try to offer herself. Any number of things.
But she'd do it for me. Any of them would. I felt a tingle race
through me.
"I think we are going to need a couple of chairs," I spoke to her.
She looked at me incredulously. I was implying that all of them might
actually get chairs? At lunch time? Not make two of them sit on the
floor, or worse eat off the floor like pets? She didn't move, her
thoughts freezing her body.
"Christi?"
She shook herself and looked at me again, her mouth open.
I laughed gently. "Yes, you all get to sit like human beings today."
She finally took a breath and scampered towards the dining room.
Smiling, I watched as she struggled with the larger dining room
chairs. Hugging them as if they were a person, using her whole smaller
body to lift the things and bring them into the kitchen. She used her
bare foot to push open the door.
After she was done, there were six chairs gathered around the small
kitchen table. She had arranged the chairs with a little help from the
three nude girls, such that one dining room chair had more space than
the others. Presumably mine.
I looked at the girls. Jane had finished preparations, all the food
was on the table. The girls were all standing demurely beside their
chosen chair, waiting quietly.
"Christi?"
She looked up a bit fearfully, afraid that she'd done something wrong.
Something in my tone, I guess.
"Relax, silly female. Two things. You could have dragged them,"
meaning the chairs that she'd struggled to carry in here. Christi
blushed a bit at that, realizing that she wasn't thinking. I
continued, "And even out the chairs. You'll never have enough room
like that." The girls chairs were really jammed together giving my
chair an excessive amount of space. While I liked the image of them
pressed together and a little uncomfortable, it wasn't necessary
today. No need to have them unable to eat easily, constantly bumping
elbows and other softer things.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. Given past treatment, there was no reason
for her to think that I would allow them more room at the small table.
She was apologizing anyway, as though it were her fault for not
reading my mind. After this morning, I suppose that I couldn't blame
her for being careful and thinking any perceived transgression might
be punishable. She quickly moved to separate the girls' chairs. She
still left me more room, but I didn't push the issue.
I slowly moved to the chair intended for me and sat. The rest of the
girls sat down as soon as I touched the chair. They were quiet, not
really knowing what was happening. Except Jane probably had an inkling
what my unusual mood was about.
A tremulous voice rose from beside me. Elizabeth spoke, almost
fearfully.
"M-master? Are we. Is it," she stammered and finally found her tongue.
"Was it your intention for some slaves not to eat?"
I looked at her quizzically. She looked down quickly, probably sorry
she'd spoken at all.
I was a little confused by her question. She looked up quickly, saw
the confusion and took a breath. She rattled her wrists trapped behind
her bare back.
The light dawned on me. I smiled and reached forward, picking up a
small egg sandwich. I touched it to her trembling lips. Obediently,
she parted her lips and accepted the food into her mouth. I watched
her chew slowly, comprehension dawning of her pretty face. She flushed
a little, realizing that she was sitting next to Sheila who was
similarly bound. Unless I relented and released her wrists, she was
going to get fed by me. Or I would force Christi or Jane to lean
across the table to feed her. Tears briefly brimmed in her expressive
eyes, but she managed to control them. I guess just the image of her
not even having the control to feed herself had washed over her. For
me it was exciting, for her probably a bit humiliating.
I looked around the table at the four stunning faces watching my
movements. Perhaps they were waiting for permission to eat.
"Jane? Share your fingers with Amy. Christi? You feed Sheila. And I'll
take care of Elizabeth."
Taking that as a sign to begin, I watched as Christi hesitantly picked
up a ham sandwich and offered it to Sheila. Seeing my gaze on her, and
seeing the look in my eyes, she anticipated my next request. After
Sheila had bitten off a small bite, Christi turned the sandwich to her
own mouth and shared the food as well as her fingers. Jane watched and
did the same. Soon, the women were eating slowly and talking softly
around the table. I tried to remember to share with Elizabeth. The
girl took whatever was offered to her from my plate. Sandwiches of a
multitude of flavours and pickles. She seemed to enjoy all of them.
She was happily talking to the other girls, and directing some
questions to me. Asking to try some foods that I hadn't taken. I
wasn't very hungry, but I did share my food, allowing her to request
whatever she wanted. I figured if she was willing to sit there naked
and cuffed being fed by me without complaint, then she deserved to eat
whatever she desired.
Finally, Elizabeth was full, and I didn't want any more. She
obediently licked the crumbs off my fingers after we were done. I idly
sat back, stroking her red hair, watching the other's still
interacting. Christi and Jane still slowly fed the naked women and
themselves.
The girls got into an animated discussion of the relative merits of
oral vs. conventional sex. I wisely refrained from entering the
discussion and they continued as though I wasn't even there. But I did
notice a gleam of mischievous intent in Jane's eyes. If I recalled
correctly, she had initiated the discussion with some inflammatory
comment. Considering that she was the only girl what had escaped oral
sex with Amy this morning, it was actually ironic.
At last, the conversation began to show signs of weakness, and Jane
rose to clear the table. Christi automatically followed, being the
only other female free of fetters. She began to run water into the
sink.
"Just clear the dishes. No need to wash them."
"Why? Are we moving again?" Christi turned off the water and joked
with me. "You harbouring a run-out-of-plates-and-move mentality now?"
Jane had transferred most of the plates and trays to the counter
beside the sink.
I didn't answer right away, and Christi's face became more worried.
"Or are you just anxious to play with us, again?" Christi whispered.
Fear had begun to creep into her eyes despite her obvious efforts to
remain casual.
I took a deep breath. "We're moving. Sort of."
Christi looked at me. All the girls looked at me, except for Jane.
Christi's lips moved gently. "Please. Master. We like it here. It's
comfortable. We picked it. Please don't make us move again. I'll.
We'll do anything you want. Please let us stay here."
"You'll do anything I want, anyway. Whether we move or not."
"Oh." Her face fell betraying her disappointment. I could see the
resignation cross her face. If I wanted to move them, they didn't have
a lot of choice in the matter. "I suppose you want us to pack all our
chains and ropes and stuff."
"Actually no. I don't. I said we are moving. Sort of." This time I
emphasized the 'Sort of.'
"I. I don't understand," Christi spoke quietly. The other girls didn't
know what to think, letting Christi speak for them, for now. They just
watched quietly, Jane closing her eyes and watching the floor. I could
see the smile playing about her lips, the vixen, but she hid her
involvement here well.
I took a deep breath and looked at Christi's deep blue eyes until she
looked away, resigned that I'd explain to her when I was ready. Not
much she could do about it.
"Janey?"
Jane looked up with widened eyes, not expecting me to call her.
"Yes, sir," her mouth automatically formed the words.
"Tell them." I leaned back in the chair, crossing my arms across my
chest and trying to keep my face neutral.
Her face dropped in surprise, but she recovered quickly. She looked
around at the four intent faces staring at her. Waiting for her to
speak. Confusion infused all the expectant faces. They didn't know
what was coming, but they knew that this was far more important than a
move from a hotel to a mansion. They could tell by my behaviour, by
how they'd been treated over the last hour or so, and the look on
Jane's face.
Jane took a deep breath, holding her hands to her face as though she
was going to cry. Finally, the soft, almost whispered words fell into
the silent room.
"We're going home," Jane whispered, tears running down her face. She
caught her breath and continued to her stunned audience. "He's going
to let us go. Today."
Amy whispered from her chair. "You. You're kidding. Please. Don't."
Tears had formed in all their faces. They knew instinctively that Jane
wasn't lying, that she was telling the truth to them. That they were
going to return to their former lives. Forgetting about this time,
this place. What they'd all wanted since I'd dropped into their normal
lives.
Almost as one, the girls surged out of their places. Had I ordered
them to stay where they were, they wouldn't have listened. Their
voices mixed together, laughing, crying, talking. They moved together
with Jane overwhelmed in the middle. The two free girls hugged and
kissed the bound ones, pressing their bodies together in a show of
happiness and relief. They'd made it through. Sane. Even Sheila was
excited and participating. Christi and Jane hugged fiercely, crying
onto each other's shoulders.
I sat back, shaking my head, just watching them. I don't think I will
ever see such a display of such relief and happiness as long as I
live. The girls couldn't stop talking, asking Jane questions,
overwhelming her.
I let them get it out of their systems, waiting patiently, quietly
enjoying them. Finally, Jane extracted herself from the mob of girls,
gently pushing them away from her. She walked slowly to where I was
sitting and spoke slowly and somberly.
"I honestly thought that you were going to keep us forever. I thought,
that you were maybe even going to kill us one day. I was sure of it.
No matter what your reasons are, I for one want to thank you for this.
Even if I have to wait a little longer yet."
She bent and kissed me on both cheeks and then full on the lips,
holding my jaw firmly between her hands. Each girl, in turn, followed
Jane. Kissing me the same way, Christi last, running her tongue softly
over my lips before breaking away.
Amy looked over at me after Christi was done. Her bare skin shone
clean despite her exertions this morning. Her hands pulled gently at
the cuffs holding her.
"When?" she asked quietly.
"Soon," I answered her vaguely. Truthfully, I didn't know when they'd
all be released.
Her face paled. "You want to hurt us one last time. Don't you?"
I looked at Jane who turned to Amy. She touched Amy's bare shoulder,
turning the girl to face Jane.
"Sweety. He's done hurting us. He got that out of his system this
morning. Those handcuffs are about as close to hurting as you'll get.
He's going to let us go later today."
"Why not now?" Amy was understandably the most anxious to leave and
get back to her real life. She'd been a bit of a firebrand since that
day where she'd discovered what pain really was. A tongue clamp, a
riding crop and some rope.
"Amy, honey. He does have some plans for us."
Amy paled. "Rape hurts some of us, you know?" she whispered.
Jane actually laughed. "Honey. He's not going to rape us. At least I
don't think he is. Christi already gave him a tumble from what I
heard." Christi blushed fiercely for some reason. "He. He's going to
let us all do something *we* want to do. Something that we normally
couldn't."
"I just want to go home," Amy spoke quietly.
Jane took a deep breath. "You are going to be here until tonight
anyway, honey. Think about it. I'm sure there are limits here, but
make it worthwhile being here. If he's going to let us do something
for us, take advantage of it. Think about it."
Amy nodded in that way that says,
I-don't-want-anything-but-to-go-home, but she managed a smile. At
least her worst fears weren't being realized. At least it wasn't
looking like she'd be raped or tormented any longer.
Christi looked like she was about to say something, but I cut her off.
"Girls? Remember that you are still slaves. There's just an end in
sight. I don't want to see any last minute disobedience because I'm
letting you go. Jane and Christi? Remember the clothes? Remember how
you knew you were going to lose them if you didn't remember what you
were? You did well with that, but remember that I can take potential
freedom away as well."
The girls sobered a bit at the words. They all nodded grimly. It was
probably easier for Elizabeth, Sheila and Amy to accept this, still
being naked and handcuffed. I imagine it is tough not to remember that
you are under control when you have no clothing and are restrained
physically. But Jane and Christi had always been good at keeping me
satisfied despite freedoms that I allowed them. I suspected that when
I told them to kneel, all of them still would.
I shepherded the girls out into the hallway. They resumed their
excited chattering as though I wasn't there. I guided them into the
library where I had them kneel and carefully placed handcuffs on all
of them. Jane and Christi looked hurt a bit, but I ensured that the
bonds weren't tight and just restricted their motion a little. The
nude women, I merely changed their hands from behind them to in front.
"Couldn't have done this before lunch, could you?" Elizabeth smiled up
at me playfully.
"Then I probably wouldn't have had the pleasure of feeding you."
She blushed and accepted the cuffs over her wrists again.
I felt a bit drained and wanted a few moments to think.
"Alright. You all have free time for a while, but don't move out of
these rooms. Okay?"
The women nodded, understanding. Christi and Elizabeth jumped
immediately to their bare feet and headed for their books, not wanting
to waste free time. Sheila more slowly climbed to her feet and began
to scan the book shelves. Amy moved to the doorway and slipped into
the stereo room.
Jane remained on her knees looking up at me.
"If you want company, I'll do whatever you need." Her expression told
me that she would do anything I wanted, whether that involved her
crying in pain, or held in my arms. Or she'd simply sit and talk.
"Thanks for the offer, Janey. I appreciate it. But I just want to
think for a while."
"I understand," she spoke softly from the floor. She struggled to push
herself to her bare feet. "Can I ask if I'm allowed in the dining
room."
An image of her stretched out on the windowsill in the still morning
sun caught my mind's eye. Her feline form, breathing softly in sleep.
With and without the evening dress, she flitted behind my eyes.
"Are you alright?" she asked worriedly. She'd never seen a blackout
and she was understandably worried. Her life could be in the balance
of another blackout and she was so close to going home.
I shook off the images with a smile. She didn't understand why I
looked her up and down the way I did, but I nodded to her.
"I'm fine. And, of course you go to the dining room. Little kitten."
She gave me a strange smile making me wonder just how much she did
know. In a swirl of black fabric, interrupted only by her pale bare
feet she scampered away to her window.
I turned away and made my way slowly upstairs. I lay back on the bed,
closed my eyes and let the images of the week flash through.
Chapter 120
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I must have relaxed on the master bed for an hour or so, just
reflecting on the journey, from the moment I took Christi, through all
the excitement and emotions all the way to the happiness in Jane's
eyes as she related her news in the kitchen. They were wonderful
girls. And I was going to miss them. I closed my eyes and shuddered.
The small black spider crawled over the recesses of my mind. Relaxing,
I managed to stave off another episode, but I knew the time was
coming. The girls deserved to be returned. They deserved better than
this.
Slowly I sat up and stretched my limbs. I was tired, but it was time.
I gained my feet and made my way to the door, slowly opening it. The
hallway reminded me of the short journey that we had left. A straight
arrow with a set of stairs leading down.
I arrived in the library, silently entering. Elizabeth was at her
perch, reading the Tale of Two Cities again. Christi was curled up in
the chair reading her Talisman. Both girls looked up at me as I
entered. Elizabeth slowly raised her arms to display her bare breasts,
flushing a little as she did. I could almost see the thoughts in her
pretty head. Not much longer, and anything to make the last few hours
less painful for her. I smiled at her, appreciating the gesture, but
indicated to her that she didn't have to display her body to me. Not
this time. She slowly lowered her arms, a look of gratefulness
crossing her features. Her arms obscured her breasts, but it was still
obvious that she was nude. She looked beautiful in either position.
Sheila was lying quietly on the floor, thumbing through an atlas of
all things. She hadn't looked up as I entered, intent on something in
the reference book. I nodded easily to the other girls, who slowly
turned back to their books. But I could feel their eyes still on me as
I crouched beside Sheila. She finally looked up as my shadow crossed
her book.
She smiled weakly, somehow understanding that I wanted her. She pushed
herself off her stomach with her handcuffed hands and knelt. Not a
word had been exchanged yet. I gently touched her shoulder as I rose
to my feet. She followed, somehow knowing that it was expected of her.
Her bare feet whispered across the carpet as I guided her out of the
room. At the entranceway, she turned, gazing back at her friends.
Christi and Elizabeth both were watching us intently now, their books
forgotten. Elizabeth waved her bound hand, and Christi followed suit.
They had no idea if they'd ever see Sheila again. Tears formed in
Sheila's eyes as she waved back. But a weak smile also graced her
features.
As I guided her to the stairs, she tried to speak. I shushed her
gently. She obeyed, and silently climbed the stair, her bare legs
working in front of my eyes.
We reached the bedroom and I sat on the bed. Looking around, a bit
confused, she finally decided that the safest course was to kneel,
which she did. I let her kneel there quietly for a few minutes. She
broke the silence.
"Master? Are? Are you going to rape me?"
I laughed gently. "If I haven't raped you yet, little one, I'm not
going to."
She looked a bit relieved. "Why am I here then?" she asked quietly.
I looked at her. She was a vision of beauty. She perhaps had the most
stunning physical attraction of all of them. And I'd never even
touched it. She was kneeling easily with her hands held in her lap.
She was squirming a little, but not as much as I would have in a
similar situation.
"You know why you are here," I spoke gently to her.
She swallowed heavily. I wasn't making it easier for her. She thought
she knew, but she was afraid of being wrong. I couldn't blame her.
"Master? I. I know what I want." She finally found the courage to take
a chance.
I nodded to her, letting her know that it was alright for her to
continue.
"I. I haven't been allowed to leave this house in three months. I've
been raped. I've been beaten. I've been put through things that even
you couldn't imagine. What I really want is to stay, here with you.
Relatively safe. But I'm pretty sure that I can't," her voice faltered
and she paused for a moment, her thoughts spinning through her head.
"I. I want to go outside. I just want to be free, just for a while."
I smiled. That was easy enough to grant. I slowly got off the bed and
released her wrists. I dropped the handcuffs to the floor with a
jangle. She remained on her knees, slowly rubbing her freed wrists.
I urged her to her bare feet and guided her silently downstairs and
through the kitchen. I could see the tears brimming in her eyes as she
anticipated the outdoors again. Anything but this house, her prison.
She didn't care if she was naked. She didn't care if she was still
sore from Evan's treatment. She didn't care about anything except
feeling the air against her skin, the sun beating down on her.
I opened the back door for her, letting it swing open. She hesitated
in the doorway. She breathed in the fresh air wafting in from outside.
She almost seemed like a dehydration victim, willing herself to take
it slow, knowing that her body would reject water if she gulped.
In one slow and careful motion she stepped outside, her bare feet
touching the grass.
She turned to me, "I can go?" she asked quietly.
I nodded. And she turned her bare body, her arms reaching for the sky.
She ran. I watched as her steps faltered a bit as she ran past Evan's
frozen body, and again as she passed Gertrude, but she continued,
turning her face from them and running like the wind. I stepped out
into the bright sunshine and watched her. She was like an antelope, a
deer, a cheetah. She ran with the abandon of an alcoholic who was
desperate for her next drink. I could hear her cries and laughter as
she ran through the grass. I walked after her, just enjoying her pure
joy and happiness.
Occasionally she stopped, plucking flowers from the garden and
smelling them. She trailed her hands over the rough bark of the trees.
And she knelt in the grass, running her hands through the blades.
I slowly approached her as she knelt. I settled beside her, unable to
stop smiling at her simple happiness. Her teary eyes turned to my
face. Her smile was enough to thank me forever, but she said the words
anyway.
"Thank-you," she whispered. "I wish I could stay out here all day."
"And I wish I could watch you all day," I answered her back.
She smiled at that and carefully lay herself out in the grass. She
arched her back, pushing her breasts out into the sunshine. She was
breathing hard from her exertions, her nipples hardened into small
points.
She reached her arms out towards me, beckoning me to join her with her
fingers. Such a difference from that frightened paranoid girl that I'd
found with Mayer and afterwards. All she needed was some respect and
some care and this girl would be yours forever.
I touched her fingers with mine, and then withdrew. She looked up at
me quizzically. "I know I'm still knocked around a bit, but you don't
want me?" She was genuinely surprised, her fingers touching her still
bruised face. I suppose she was used to men wanting her.
This was the same girl that not a half hour ago was worried about me
raping her?
I slowly nodded my head. The sight of her bare body was more than
arousing. Even after my tumble with Christi this morning, I could
react to Sheila.
"Come on then," she whispered.
"Sheila, honey. I didn't give you what you wanted so that you'd have
sex with me. I promised I wasn't going to rape you. I enjoyed just
watching you."
She smiled shyly in the grass. Her breasts were still rising and
falling in an irregular rhythm. Her nipples still hadn't fallen.
"Master? A slave wants to point out that it isn't rape if the girl
wants it too."
"Do you want it?"
She shyly nodded. She'd probably been used to some sexual activity on
a daily basis for a long time. Even if it hadn't been welcome. And
while I'm sure the break was nice for her, her body probably expected
the stimulation. I hadn't seen any indication that she had ever
pleasured herself while under my care, but I suppose it was possible.
Her body was healing, and she certainly looked interested. I guess I
could understand.
I slowly moved into her embrace, taking pleasure in her soft skin. She
embraced me fiercely, pressing herself into my body. She kissed me,
aroused me. I fell into her lips, letting her guide this. My body felt
like it was on fire as her fingers gently pushed me down into the
grass.
I watched her as she straddled me, her fingers pulling at my shirt.
She bent, pulling me to her, pressing her bare body into me. I felt
her nipples against my bare skin for the first and last time. She
kissed me again, her tongue carefully exploring.
She whispered in my ear, her breath hot and desirable. I lost my
bearings, enjoying her sensations, enjoying her softness. I closed my
eyes, feeling her tugging at my jeans. I felt myself, at last, naked
and nude as she. I gasped as I felt her moving up my body, her skin
becoming a part of mine. I unconsciously reached for her breasts,
caressing her firmness, eliciting her gasps as I stroked her nipples.
Slowly I was engulfed by her. I felt her arousal as she lowered
herself onto me. She rocked gently, seeking to get me further into
herself. She moaned slightly, probably not even aware of it as she
began her rhythm. Her hands left my chest and I concentrated on her
sensations. She was gasping for breath, her breath hissing between her
teeth. Slowly she accelerated her rhythm, searching for her own
rhythm. I opened my eyes. This gorgeous creature straddled me, her
blonde hair damp. Her left hand caressed her nipples alternately, her
right was gently pushing herself between her straining thighs. Her
eyes were closed, head thrown back as she worked. I could feel her
muscles quiver once as she took in a last breath of air. She
shuddered, and screamed as she exploded, her fingers a blur working
herself between her spread thighs. I could feel her tight vaginal
muscles contracting around me. The sensations were too much. Her image
burned into my mind, I exploded upwards, emptying myself into her. She
cried out again as she felt the warm rush of fluid within her.
Her climax lasted longer than mine, but eventually she came down with
a small moan. She fell forward, trusting me to catch her as best I
could. Her body was bathed in perspiration, her vaginal muscles still
spasming around my softening impalement.
She pulled me close, tears falling down her face. I held her on top of
me, letting her cry. Eventually, she raised her face, wiping at her
tears.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I. I didn't mean to cry."
I smiled at her, understanding. Sort of. She'd been through a lot and
it was ending. I almost felt like crying too.
I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, still being inside of
her, but for now, it was bearable. She shifted her weight a little and
whispered to me again.
"I. I never knew what I was missing with Mayer. I. I had climaxes,
because he forced me to, but I didn't know what a real climax felt
like. Thank-you."
I wasn't sure that I had anything to do with it. She'd done all the
work.
"Thank yourself. You did this."
She smiled and rested her head on my chest. We were still joined.
Finally her musical voice spoke again, softly turned away from me.
"I. I don't want to go back."
"I know. And I don't blame you. I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault. But. I've tasted freedom again. I'd forgotten
what it was like."
"Sheila, honey. You are probably my worst problem. I care about you.
Well, I care about everyone, but I really don't want to send you back.
I have to, but you are going back to the worst situation that I can
imagine."
She lay still for a moment, unknown thoughts moving through her head.
She turned her head towards me, tears streaking her face again.
"You honestly have to send me back? I. I prefer it here. I. I don't
mind being your slave. I'd happily stay for you. I'm going to miss
this."
"I know you will. I know."
She turned her head back, resigned. She knew that she was going back,
and she was well aware of how bad her fate was. I had to admire her
bravery. She didn't even beg me to keep her. Even if she didn't
understand why, I think she understood that I would have done anything
in my power not to send her back if I could.
"Sheila, honey? I want you to know that I will take care of him for
you in real life. You won't remember any of this. You won't remember
me. But I will make sure he's caught. And I will make sure that you
are freed. Somehow. He won't get away with this. And I won't let him
torture you to death. You only have to survive a couple of days.
That's all."
She had turned to face me again. She forced a weak smile onto her
face.
"Even though I've seen what you can do, and what you did to Jane and
Elizabeth in there. You will never be the asshole that he is. You care
about them, and I want to thank you. For everything. For freeing me.
For not raping me. For taking care of me. And for what you are going
to do for me. You never owed me anything, and, I know it's ironic, but
you are kindest person I've ever met. I wish I knew who you were."
I smiled at her and brushed her damp hair back from her face.
I squirmed a bit, feeling the tight friction of her against my soft
penis. She screwed up her face and actually laughed, feeling the odd
sensation from the other end. I don't think I've ever felt myself go
complete soft inside a woman before, and I doubt if she'd ever felt it
either.
"I'm sorry. I was just so comfortable."
She hastily withdrew and eased me out of her sex. I sighed as I
slipped free of her, and she laughed at the expression on my face.
"Time to go?" she asked quietly.
"Unless you want anything else. Like to take one more shot at Mayer."
Her eyes clouded a little, but she managed to force them back to a
brighter shade. She was outside, free and just had sex that she had
actually enjoyed. God knows how long it had been since the last time
she had enjoyed sex. She spoke quietly.
"Much as I'd like to see him suffer more, I don't want to ruin this by
even seeing him. The only thing I want is to say good-bye to the
others, if I can." She took a deep breath and quietly continued. "I. I
think I'm ready. As ready as I can be."
I rose to my feet and extended my hand. She smiled up at me and
grasped it, pulling herself to her bare feet. She stood and watched as
I quickly replaced my clothes. As I approached her, she stood on her
bare toes and kissed my lips. She returned to her easy stance and
smiled shyly at me. She reached out and gripped my hand. We walked
almost like lovers back to the house. She purposely avoided looking at
the former occupants of the house as we passed.
She hesitated by the library door, tears beginning to form in her
eyes. I patiently waited for her to control her emotions and let her
decide when to push open the door. In a few minutes she wiped at her
face and entered the room. Her bare feet moved in a stilted motion as
the other's looked up.
Amy had joined the other two, and they were talking quietly together.
They all looked up, concern on their faces as Sheila walked in.
Taking in her tears, Christi rose from her chair. She spoke quietly.
"It's time to go, for you. Isn't it?"
Sheila just nodded, her tears falling from her eyes uncontrollably.
She just let them drip down her face.
Elizabeth and Amy rose and walked over to Sheila. Despite their
handcuffs, they pressed their nude bodies to Sheila, hugging her as
best they could.
I listened as Elizabeth whispered to her.
"I really didn't know you as well as I wish that I did. You are a
brave and wonderful girl. I know you won't remember me, but I only
want the best for you. I know what you are going back to, and I hate
it. Be strong. For me."
She kissed her cheek. Amy, tears gently falling down her face, kissed
Sheila as well.
As soon as the naked women finished, Christi enveloped Sheila in a
huge embrace, pressing her clothes into Sheila's nudity. They
separated, and looked at one another, tears falling down their cheeks.
"Thanks. For everything," Sheila whispered. "I couldn't have done this
without you."
Christi choked, only able to cry. They kissed lightly on the lips and
separated. Finally, Christi managed a few words. "I'm going to miss
you."
Sheila kissed her once more and the girls separated. Sheila approached
me, unable to even see, she was crying so hard. The other girls looked
on helplessly. I took her hand gently and spoke to her.
"Do you want to say good bye to Jane?"
She nodded silently through her tears.
I guided her slowly to the dining room. Jane was stretched out in the
sunshine of the window, her black evening dress looking odd on her,
but stunning nevertheless. As we entered, she looked up. She was
almost immediately on her feet, running towards Sheila. Instinctively
she knew. The tears, the look on both mine and Sheila's face.
The girls hugged, Sheila crying into Jane's shoulder. I watched them
rock one another. Jane struggled with her emotions, but she was unable
to stop a single tear from tracking down her face.
"I'm sorry," she whispered to Sheila. "I should be happy for you, but
I'm going to miss you."
The girls pulled back a bit, looking into one another's eyes.
"You were like a sister to me," Sheila whispered. "You helped me so
much. Adjusting to this. You were there for me. I wish I could give
you back a tenth of what you gave to me."
"You just did," Jane whispered as she gently kissed Sheila.
She pulled back and held the crying naked woman by her arm. "Now you
listen to me. I know what you are going back to. I know it won't be
easy. But he's going to help you. Okay?" She shot me a look, making
sure that I knew she'd never forgive me if I didn't help this girl.
Truthfully, I was her only hope, and I was painfully aware of it. "You
just have to hold on for a day or so. You're strong. You can do it. I
promise. You promise me, that you'll hold on."
Sheila dumbly nodded. Her promises wouldn't mean much, but I had a
strange feeling that she would do exactly what she'd promised despite
not remembering it. She was a strong girl. Considering what she'd gone
through already in her real life, perhaps the strongest out of any of
us.
"Take care of yourself," Jane spoke softly with tears now rolling
slowly down her cheeks. Sheila wiped at the tears while ignoring her
own.
"I will." They hugged once more, both girls looking reluctant to
release the embrace.
Sheila presented herself back to me. Jane just stood and watched.
Sheila bent as though to fall to her bare knees, but I stopped her
with a touch. I touched her small hand and took it in mine. I slowly
guided her out of the room. She turned and whispered a last good-bye
to Jane as we left the dining room, throwing herself into renewed
sobs. She silently cried all the way up the stairs until we were
outside the master bedroom. She stood in the hallway, looking at me
through blurry eyes.
Her voice was surprisingly strong as she spoke.
"You won't keep me?"
She shivered and threw a fearful glance towards the doorway across the
hallway. If I didn't relent, she knew where she'd be in a few moments.
Dressed in her maid's uniform, three sizes too small, and bound. About
to be kicked and tortured and raped for hours by her old master.
"I'm sorry Sheila. I truly am. I can't. I so much wish I could. I
don't want to send you back into that."
"I. I understand," she whispered. She moved forward and embraced me,
pressing her soft body into mine. She began to cry again, but she
struggled and managed to get control. She tilted her blonde head and
let her lips gently touch mine. Visions of her bare body making gentle
love to me out in the grass flew through my mind.
"Thank you for giving me so much," she whispered.
I took a deep breath, "I'm going to miss you."
"Me too. Maybe look me up once you've freed me. Ease up on the
punishments, and maybe ..." her voice trailed off. She resumed after a
quick pause. "I'm going to miss you too." Her eyes teared up again at
the words, but she managed to control them again.
I took another deep breath and began to collapse her time bubble. She
gasped as the tingling overtook her bare body. She whispered one last
quick "Thank-you," before she winked out of existence.
I knew exactly what state she was in behind the closed door of the
business room. I didn't think that I could handle checking on her.
She'd be right where I'd found her. Bound, carrying that tray for
Mayer, and about to be abused. Yet again. My heart ached, but I had no
choice.
I turned away from the door, fighting off my own tears and slowly
walked back downstairs.
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