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Chapter 121
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
As I entered the library, all three girls looked up halting their
quiet conversation. Amy had taken the remaining library chair, and the
other two girls were in their usual spots.
Elizabeth spoke quietly, "I feel like were being taken to a firing
squad. Please, can't you tell us what is happening? With us?"
Her face was tear streaked, and frightened. I considered, and then
spoke to them.
"Girls. You know what is happening. I've told you. I'm letting you all
go. And I'm giving you all a chance to do one last thing on this
timeline. For yourselves. Not for me. Sheila had some fun outside. She
hadn't been out in months. I'm not going to hurt you. You can relax."
Elizabeth considered for a moment. "Does it hurt?"
"Hurt?"
"Yeah, when you sent her ... us ... back?"
"Not at all. You shouldn't feel a thing. Maybe a slight tingle as time
slows and then stops for you."
She didn't look convinced. "I guess we don't have a choice anyway.
Probably easier than having your breasts whipped."
I smiled. "You got it." I turned to Amy. "Amy? You ready?"
She took a deep breath, and looked like she fought off some
butterflies. She slowly nodded and climbed to her bare feet. She
silently walked to the entranceway, a look of determination on her
features. She didn't even turn as she walked out. She didn't look
angry, just preoccupied.
I heard Elizabeth and Christi resume whatever their discussion was as
the door softly closed behind me. Amy was waiting quietly in the
hallway, unsure where we were going. She was twisting her wrists in
her restraints, her face a mask. I motioned her up the stairs, and
followed behind her as she climbed.
When we entered the room, I sat back down on the rumpled bed. Amy
stood awkwardly in the middle of the room looking at me.
She spoke quietly. "Am I allowed to sit? Or do I have to join you on
the bed?" Her voice trembled a little as she mentioned the bed. I
reflected that I had never actually had intercourse with this girl
either. I'd forced her to use her mouth, but only a couple of times. I
looked at her, standing there, nude and handcuffed and felt a quick
twinge of desire flow through me. I pushed it away and spoke gently.
"I'd rather you kneel."
She shot me a look of disappointment, but obediently fell to her bare
knees on the carpet. She had wanted the dignity of a chair. She pulled
idly at her wrists and finally lowered them into her lap, resting on
her thighs.
I lay back on the bed and just watched her for a moment. She shifted
awkwardly. I couldn't tell what was flitting through her mind. I
couldn't imagine what it felt like to have to kneel naked in front of
someone who had complete control over you. I twinged again.
She finally spoke. "What do you want with me?"
"It's not about what I want. It's about what you want."
She considered, cocking her head to the side. I could almost see the
thoughts burning across her mind. Wondering if I expected anything out
of her, or whether she could actually ask for something and have a
reasonable chance of getting it.
"It's alright, Amy. You aren't here to be hurt. You aren't here to be
raped. You are here for whatever you want."
She hesitated then made up her mind. "I just want to go home. I don't
want to be hurt any more, I don't want to be punished. I don't want to
be constantly naked. I want to see my father. I want to forget that
this ever happened to me. Please."
I smiled at her. "Amy, I will send you home. Soon. I promise. Think
about it though ... you can do whatever you want. One last time. You
won't remember it. You don't have to feel guilty."
"I just want to go home," she repeated softly.
"You sure?"
"I would like to say good-bye to the others. If you'll let me."
"I'll let you. Of course."
I rose off the bed and crouched in front of the kneeling girl. I
cupped her face in my hands, and she stared out at me, her eyes
unreadable. Her face was pretty, always had been. I couldn't help
picturing her with that tongue clamp attached to her, screaming. She
didn't have the stunning beauty of Jane or Christi or Sheila, but
nevertheless she was beautiful. I lifting her hands and released her
wrists. She knelt quietly, suffering my inspection of her and holding
my gaze.
I motioned for her to get to her feet. She started to rise and then
sat back on her haunches. She looked up at me, tears beginning to
shine in her eyes.
"You really are going to honour my wishes. Aren't you?"
I was confused. "Huh?" I grunted as I rose to my own feet leaving her
on her knees.
"You will try your damnedest to give me whatever I want before you
send me back."
I nodded slowly.
"Can a slave change her mind?" she looked up at me, her hardened
demeanor completely gone.
I shrugged. I was going to give her whatever she wanted anyway. As
long as it didn't take too long and wasn't dangerous.
"I ..." she hesitated. "I'd like to talk."
"Talk?"
I settled myself back onto my bed.
"Talk. I'd like to know about you, and I'd like to tell you about the
girl that is kneeling here in front of you. If you'll let me."
"What do you want to know?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm just some guy that discovered the secrets to time. That's all."
"Are you married?"
I shook my head.
"What do you do? When you aren't creating new realities?
"I'm a research assistant at the local college."
"What field?"
"Quantum physics."
She looked a bit confused, but she nodded her pretty head anyway.
"Why do you do this? I mean take us? Women?"
"I really don't know. It. It excites me, I guess."
"Do you think it excites us?"
"It doesn't really matter to me," I lied, "but yes, I think that being
under my control does excite some of you."
Amy took a deep breath. "Not me. But, I have to say that you could
have done worse to me. I didn't think so at the time, when you had me
in that tongue clamp, and were whipping me, but I know you could have
tortured me a lot more. I want to thank-you for not putting me through
more."
"What about you?"
"Me? Christ. I can hardly remember myself. I'm a student. Second year.
Art. I know ... it hardly compares to quantum physics, or time
control, but I enjoy it. I enjoy music mostly. That's my major."
I smiled. "Amy, honey. Engineering and science isn't all there is in
the world. It would be a really boring place without emotion and art.
Believe me."
She smiled unexpectedly at that. "I work ... worked ... part time at a
restaurant. Waitressing."
"Where?"
"A small pizza joint where I get pawed by the regulars. But it's
harmless. And I don't mind. They'd love to see me now ..." her voice
trailed off.
"You are a strong girl, you know that?"
"I begged. I couldn't take all that you did to me."
"Doesn't make you weak. The pain was designed to make you beg."
"I know. But I still feel weak. I couldn't get away. I'm dependent on
you letting me go. My entire life is in your hands."
"I'll let you go. I swear it."
"I know. It's all I've been able to think about since you discovered
me in the hotel suite. I did what I was told, but only because you'd
hurt me. Not because I enjoyed it."
"Amy, honey. I know. You've never quite accepted captivity."
"I accepted it. I just didn't like it. You try being tied into a chair
without your clothes for hours on end. Hell, add in a homosexual
encounter or two without your consent and see how long you last."
I slipped off the bed and knelt beside the girl. Tears were beginning
to form in her eyes. I kissed them gently away for her. I held her
gently.
"I may have control here because I managed to find the secrets of the
universe, but you are far stronger than I'll ever be. I'd have been a
raving loon if I'd been put through half the things I've put you girls
through. I recognize it."
She lifted her head, gazing at me, willing her tears to stop.
"You really do mean that."
"Of course, I do."
She leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips, letting her lips
linger for a moment. When she broke the kiss, I stared at her,
confused.
She spoke softly. "You do horrible things. And I can't like you. But
at least you have the courtesy of knowing us."
"What was the kiss for?" I wanted so much more from her, but I had
promised not to take her. I could have anyway. She'd have forgotten
it. But I couldn't. My mind wouldn't let me.
"Just because I know that you could have me, anyway you want me, and
you never did. I may have been uncomfortable, but you never pushed me
beyond my limits, even when I pissed you off. I hate you, and I love
you. All at the same time. And I wanted to kiss you once, when you
hadn't forced me to."
I smiled and rose to my feet. I extended my hand to her. She grasped
me lightly and pulled her bare body to a standing position. She smiled
at me.
"I'm going home now?"
I nodded slowly. I didn't want to let her go anymore than I wanted to
let go Sheila, but I had to and she seemed to realize that.
"I'm ready," she slowly said as I took one last private look at her
beautiful body. In response to my look, she sighed and lifted her arms
above her head. She daintily pirouetted for me, her bare feet
whispering across the carpet.
She grinned as she returned to an easy stance, I guess the open look
of admiration flattered her.
"I know that I'm no beauty like Christi or Jane, but thank you. I
think."
I smiled and guided her back out to the hallway. She walked easily,
her step happy and looking forward to going home. I couldn't blame
her.
She stopped herself just in front of the library. She turned and
tilted her head up towards me.
"One last thing?"
"What's that?"
"Kiss me? I feel odd. Guilty. I mean, I have a boyfriend who I've
tried to picture whenever you were around or you made me have sex. But
it didn't always work. And I kissed you, I want to be kissed. Once.
Before I leave and forget all this."
"You are a strange girl."
She smiled, obviously taking the comment as a compliment. I'd intended
it as a nice thing, so I was glad to see that she could recognize it
for what it was.
I gently leaned down, feeling her bare arms encircling my neck. She
raised her head, letting me gently kiss her lips. I briefly felt her
tongue touching my lips. She kissed me until I broke the kiss. She
looked flushed, and she smiled as she stood there. She was no longer
conscious of her nudity, she stood easily. Her small nipples were
hardened and she was breathing heavily.
"Thank-you," she whispered. "That was my bit of naughtiness. That's
what I really wanted."
I couldn't understand, had no hope of understanding. She was female,
in a strange situation. There probably was no explanation. All I knew
was that the kiss had ignited me, yet again, and I knew that she
wasn't going to pull a last minute Sheila and ask for sex. I would
never have her, but maybe that was alright.
She smiled, knowing what she'd done to my passions, she'd been pressed
against me after all. I wondered how much of it she'd orchestrated,
but I didn't mind. She deserved her small victories, and I was pretty
sure that she'd managed to get herself into a bit of a state at the
same time. Not like she could hide the flush of her skin from her bare
toes to her rosy cheeks.
She pushed open the doorway and fairly pranced into the library.
"Amy!" Elizabeth nearly shouted as she entered.
"Elizabeth. I'm going home," she seemed so happy as she spoke. I
stepped into the room to watch the naked women embrace. Amy, with her
hands free, wrapped her arms around Elizabeth. Elizabeth had tears in
her eyes, though it was hard to tell if they were of happiness or
melancholy. They remained in the embrace for some time, Elizabeth
shaking slightly. Finally the girls separated and looked at each
other.
"I can't believe you are leaving," Elizabeth whispered.
Amy's breath hitched but she managed to keep her control.
"Me neither."
"I'm going to miss you, kid," Elizabeth said.
Amy smiled and kissed Elizabeth.
"We've been through a hell of a lot together."
Elizabeth nodded. Probably remembering the recent trip to the
neighbours. This girl in front of her had seen her first multiple
orgasm. Had been there when she had asked me for sex the first time.
They had been bound to each other, standing up all night, ropes
running through their sex, each movement felt by the other. If that
didn't make two women feel close to one another, I'm not sure what
would. Both girls flushed at the memories.
"Take care of yourself," Amy whispered.
She turned to face Christi. Christi couldn't help herself, she
practically leapt into an embrace, pressing herself against Amy,
holding her as she cried.
"I'm going to miss you, too," Christi whispered.
She gave her a full hug again, kissing her cheek. Amy flushed a bit at
the attention, but stood easily. Amy nodded, and an understanding
passed between them. Something unspoken.
Amy whispered a quick "Good-bye" and turned back to me.
"Jane?" she whispered.
I nodded and took her small hand in mine. As we left, Amy turned to
the other two girls.
She grinned. "I'm going to miss our showers," and she turned quickly
and pulled me along behind her, before the other girls could say any
further good-byes.
We entered the dining room and Jane was sitting again on the window
sill, swinging her bare legs under her gown. She smiled as Amy walked
in.
"Still didn't let you have clothes?"
Amy grinned and spread her arms outstretched. "I'm used to it, and
what's the point in asking for them. I'm going home soon." She smiled
widely at the words. Jane rose to her bare feet and embraced Amy. The
girls hugged. As they separated, a single tear traced down Jane's
features.
"I'm sorry I had to whip you," Jane whispered.
"I know who to blame for that," Amy reassured her, shooting me a dirty
look. "You helped me a lot more than you hurt me," she continued.
Jane smiled. "I only wish you the best. You. You are strong."
"Not as strong as you are," Amy smiled back. Then she whispered a
quick "Good-bye."
She turned back towards me. I nodded to Jane as she turned to sit back
in her sunshine. I guided the nude woman back out into the hallway. I
led her through the front door and out onto the front porch.
I took a deep breath.
"You ready?" I asked the nude beauty.
"This is it?" she asked quietly.
I nodded gently. "Time to go home. Go watch some television with your
father."
She took a deep breath, unsure if she actually wanted to say anything
further. She opened her mouth and then re-closed it. Finally she
spoke.
"I can't believe that I got used to it. All the things you made me do,
I would never have imagined that I could. Even through all the pain,
and the humiliation, you were fair. Even if I hate you, I have to
respect you," she said haltingly. "I want to thank you for not hurting
my father."
"You did that. By being good and not making my life hard."
"I made your life hard, and you could have hurt him just to get to me.
You knew. I just wanted you to know I appreciated it. Even if you made
me do things that I didn't like to ensure it. At least you kept your
word."
"Can I ask for one last thing?" I asked her.
"Do I have a choice?"
"You have a choice. I'll let you go whether you indulge me or not."
"If it's sex and I have a choice ..."
"It's not sex."
She cocked her head to her bare shoulder, her face a mask of
puzzlement.
"Ask me."
"Just one last hug?"
She smiled and moved quickly towards me. I felt her bare body as she
pressed herself into me, holding me tight. I held her, rocked her, for
a few minutes. She held me until I broke the embrace. She stepped
back, then rose up on her bare toes and kissed my lips for the last
time.
I wasn't sure, but I thought I heard her breathe, "Good-bye, Master,"
as she settled herself back down onto her bare feet. She stepped
backwards, her head tilted up, her hair catching the sunlight.
I took a deep breath and collapsed her bubble. She gasped slightly,
and smiled as her body slipped into another plane of existence.
Chapter 122
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
I stood out on the porch for at least a quarter of an hour, simply
staring at the spot where she had stood. I missed her already. Missed
her laughter, her strength, her determination. I smiled briefly as I
recalled laughing with her after deafening the poor creature.
"Good-bye, Amy," I whispered to nobody in particular.
I swallowed heavily and turned back towards the house. My heart was
heavy as I knew that I still had three more good-byes to get through
in the next few hours. If they were all this hard, I wasn't going to
last.
Elizabeth looked up from her book as I entered the library. Christi
was curled up with her nose stuck in the Talisman. Christi didn't
bother looking up at the intrusion.
"I guess I'm next?" Elizabeth took a deep breath and spoke gently from
her seat behind the desk.
I nodded slowly. Elizabeth rose to her bare feet and carefully closed
her book. She set it aside on the side of the desk and looked over at
Christi. Christi had dropped her book to her lap and was looking at
Elizabeth's bare form. Both Christi and I watched silently as
Elizabeth looked up at me.
"I'm not going to finish it, am I?" Elizabeth was referring to her
book.
I shook my head, unable to speak.
Tears formed in Elizabeth's eyes, though I wasn't sure if it was
because she was uncertain of what was about to happen to her, or she
was genuinely upset at not finishing the book. Slowly she picked back
up Tale of Two Cities and withdrew the slip of paper that was marking
her page. Almost reluctantly, she let it fall to the table. She slowly
walked back to the bookcase behind herself and slipped the book
between David Copperfield and Great Expectations. The sound of the
book sliding home echoed through the still library. Elizabeth turned.
"I'm ready," she spoke quietly.
I extended my hand, reaching for the bare girl. She slowly walked
over, the chain of her handcuffs rattling a little as she moved.
"Don't hurt her? Please?" Christi's smooth voice called out as I
pushed open the door.
I turned back to the clothed girl still curled up on the chair. Tears
were in her eyes as well.
"I won't."
"Bring her back to say good-bye?" Christi pleaded.
"I've brought all of them back. Don't worry about that."
"Can I go to Jane?"
"Of course, if you want to." I told her gently.
With that, I gently guided Elizabeth out into the hallway, guiding her
up the stairs towards the master bedroom. She followed the soft
commands of my fingers obediently and slowly climbed the stairs in
front of me. I cherished the view of her bare body as she moved. I
wasn't going to have her much longer.
I shut the door behind us. I wasn't afraid of Jane or Christi coming
upstairs to eavesdrop, nor did we particularly require the privacy.
But it felt cozy, just the two of us.
I turned and Elizabeth was standing awkwardly in the center of the
room, much like Amy had. She looked over at me.
"Can you take these things off me?" she asked quietly, rattling the
chain on her handcuffs.
I walked over to the bed and sat down, gazing over her nudity.
She sighed, and sank to her knees, knowing what was expected of her.
"I guess not." She murmured mostly to herself, in reference to her
wrists being joined.
I sat and gazed at her. She wasn't a ravishing beauty, but she exuded
an inner beauty, and inner strength, a certain nobility. All despite
her submissive posture on her knees in front of me. And she certainly
wouldn't be out of place in a bikini on the beach. She lowered her
head and suffered my last inspection of her without complaint.
"Elizabeth?"
"Yes, master?" she relied in deference.
"You don't ..." I began and then realized that she simply didn't have
any other title or name by which to call me. I was going to tell her
that the word "master" wasn't necessary. But I had created a situation
where it couldn't be avoided.
"Why do you keep us?" she asked quietly. "If I can ask that."
"I don't know, Elizabeth. I really don't know. I'm letting you go,
now."
"I know. I. I can hardly believe it. I'm. I'm sad in a way."
"Me too. I like you."
"I know. Can I ask why you won't let me out of the chains?"
"Because I like to watch you in them. Are they uncomfortable?"
"No. Beyond the humiliation of wearing them at all." She rattled the
bonds on her wrists again to make her point.
"I'll let you out of them soon. After we talk."
She nodded slowly, her mind processing that she wouldn't be restrained
much longer. A smile almost graced her features.
"Amy. I miss her," she spoke slowly.
"I do too."
"I'd like to know her in real life. And the others."
I slowly shook my head. "I'm really sorry. Unless you meet by chance,
and that would be unlikely, I fear."
"You could ..." Elizabeth began.
"Do you really want me meddling in your real lives?"
She closed her mouth and thought about it, unsure of herself suddenly.
Finally, she closed her eyes and shook her head. I had no intention of
meddling in their real lives, even had she agreed now to it. That
would make me as bad as Mayer.
"What did Amy want?" she asked quietly.
I was thrown by the unexpected turn of the conversation. Females were
good at that. I answered with a very intelligent "Huh?"
She wore an exasperated expression, like I should have followed her
leap of connectivity. She explained patiently, "Amy. You were going to
give us something we all wanted. What did she want?"
I couldn't see any harm in telling the girl. "She didn't want
anything. She wanted a kiss, and to say good-bye, but mostly she
wanted to just go home."
Elizabeth thought about that for a moment. "I can see that. She really
wanted out."
I nodded as Elizabeth lapsed into silence kneeling there quietly and
thinking. I watched her, but she showed no signs of continuing the
conversation.
"Elizabeth?" I asked gently. "What do you want?"
She looked up as though wakened from a dream. She began to say
something. Something I couldn't make out then she took a breath and
spoke.
"I can have anything? Anything at all?"
"No. You can have anything reasonable. Anything that isn't going to
take a lot of time. And nothing that will hurt me or any of the other
girls."
She snorted. "You think I'd want to hurt one of the other girls?"
I looked at her. "No, but I just wanted to be clear."
She thought for a moment. I was sure she'd known what she was going to
ask for since I'd mentioned it. But now the time was here, and she was
getting cold feet. Perhaps it was her lack of socks.
"I'm not going to remember any of this, am I?"
I shook my head.
She took a deep breath. She began slowly, and built up momentum, her
words beginning to tumble from her lips near the end.
"You. You know that I'm not exactly the most ... um ... experienced
girl that you took. Right? I mean, I may be the oldest, but that
doesn't necessarily make me the most sexually active. I. I've always
been shy, and I've always avoided sexual contact. I. I masturbated. A
lot. But that's it. I mean, I've had partners in real life. But
nothing like you've shown me. I didn't even know that some people get
turned on by these." She rattled her hands. "I didn't even know that I
got turned on by these," she whispered. "You've opened my eyes. I've
never felt any of these things before, and I'm afraid of losing them
when you send me back. I've never had a multiple orgasm, never been
with women, never felt the rush of being in bondage. Even the
whipping. I can't say I liked that, but I didn't hate it as much as I
thought I would. Oh God. You are going to think I'm the biggest slut
ever."
She collapsed into crying gently, her bound hands rising to her face.
I slipped off the bed and crouched in front of the bare girl, letting
her cry for a few minutes. Finally she sniffled and looked up at me,
surprised that I was so close to her.
"I. I wanted you to take me to the neighbours again. Let Karen ... oh
Christ ... I can't do this. Let her pleasure me again."
I looked into her teary eyes, not quite believing my ears. She
continued swiftly.
"You can tie me up. To the chair again. Whip me if you want. Have
Karen lick me. Down there. Please don't think I'm weird. I just want
to feel that again."
I swallowed. We could do that, and I certainly didn't have any
objections to it. I'd love to see it again. I couldn't believe that
she wanted to do it, but I suppose I could understand. However, it
would take far too much time. We would have to take Karen again, take
the time to walk over there.
I controlled my impulses and slowly shook my head. "I'm so sorry,
Elizabeth. I want to do it too, but time ... doesn't permit. Is there
anything else?"
Her face was a mask of disappointment, but she managed to control
herself.
"Christi is going to hate me. I know it. But what about you?"
"Me?"
"Yeah. Make love to me?"
That threw me. The girl wanting to make love to me. Offering herself,
as her last wish on this timeline.
I sat there stunned. I actually thought I saw her grin slowly, proud
of herself that she'd managed to shock me.
She spoke gently. "If I let you tie me to the bed, could you make me
feel that multiple orgasm thing again?"
I had no idea. I only knew that last time, I'd whipped her while she
was being licked. I wasn't sure I could raise her to the right level
of stimulation on my own. And I didn't want to involve Christi and
Jane at this time. Not without their consent. And I had a funny
feeling that they wouldn't consent, given a true choice.
I took a deep breath. "Elizabeth. I really don't know if I can take
you there. I can try, but you'll have to accept whatever I do to you.
And I still can't guarantee that you'll have a multiple climax."
"What other choice do I have?"
I shrugged. "Will you be disappointed if you don't have a multiple
orgasm?" I asked her gently.
She thought about it for a moment then shook her pretty head. "As long
as it's interesting and pleasurable. That's all I can ask, isn't it?"
"That's all you can ask in real life as well."
She took another deep breath. "I wish I could remember that advice in
real life." She leaned forward, her bound hands resting on my thigh.
She kissed me gently.
Without releasing her hands, I guided her to her bare feet and onto
the bed. I lay her back, stretching her out, gently guiding her bound
hands above her head, spreading her ankles to the sides of the bed.
She shivered, but held the position.
"You sure you want to do this?" I asked her gently.
She nodded.
I fished around in the pack, finding some soft cord which I used to
gently secure her to the bed posts. I pulled her bare body taut,
watching as she tested each restraint by pulling gently against it.
"I can't move," she remarked unnecessarily.
I sat cross legged between her spread thighs and looked her over. She
flushed, but didn't have much choice but to lay there and accept my
gaze. It wasn't as though she'd never been tied down before, it was
just that this time it was by her permission and desire. Not mine.
Don't get me wrong. I desired it as well. It was unrealistic, I knew,
but I sort of wished that they all would choose a bit of fun in
bondage as their last wish on this time line. I smiled to her.
"Elizabeth. I want you to listen carefully. This isn't my game. This
is yours. I'm going to do things to you, that I think are going to
make you feel good, and perhaps raise you up high enough to really
orgasm. I might hurt you," I spoke quietly.
She flushed deeply at the words, getting a very frightened look on her
face. She hadn't expected that I might hurt her after she allowed
herself to be rendered helpless. She began to protest, but I leaned
forward and touched her lips, urging her to be quiet.
"If it were my game," I continued, "I'd hurt you as long and as hard
as I liked. It wouldn't matter how much you think you can take." I
paused to let that sink in. She paled even further. "But, this isn't
my game. We're doing this for you, this time. Understand?"
She nodded, still pale. She didn't want to be hurt unbearably. And I
couldn't blame her. But I knew that she needed some extra stimulation
if she wanted to orgasm as heavily as she wanted.
"I'm going to give you a safeword. Do you know what that is?"
She shook her pretty head, afraid to speak. She was pulling again at
her ropes.
"I want you to be able to protest, scream, do whatever you want to do,
but not stop me. Okay?"
She looked confused but I continued on.
"A safeword is something that will stop the play. I will stop when you
use it. But a word of caution. I'll try to keep things within your
limits, this time. For you. But if you stop it ... then we both have
to decide to continue. You might not get to continue if I stop. Okay?"
Understanding finally lit her eyes. She nodded silently. Still not
wanting to interrupt. The concept was fascinating to her. She'd be
able to scream, and protest but I wouldn't stop. But she still could
stop if she wanted. This was so unlike anything else I'd ever done to
her. She had never had the option of stopping me before, no matter how
uncomfortable she was.
"Do you have any suggestions for safeword?"
"How about 'safeword'," she replied unimaginatively. It would have
worked, but I preferred something with more flair.
"Try again," I prodded her thigh with a finger.
She swallowed. "How about 'Lazarus'"
That had a nice ring to it, and she was unlikely to use it in any
cursing I might wring from her vocal chords. At least not
accidentally.
"Alright. Are you ready?"
She nodded, a smile playing about her lips. Those lips that with any
luck I'd have begging soon enough. And by her request.
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We began slowly. From my sitting position, I gently caressed her bare
skin with my fingertips. I ran my fingers along her stretched legs,
along her tummy, along her ribs. I teased her, purposely avoiding her
breasts and pussy. She squirmed, occasionally gasping, pulling against
her bonds as my fingers explored her body. I continued, touching her
face, her thighs, her underarms, her calves, her knees, her toes. I
continued until I could see her arousal between her legs. She couldn't
hide it, unable to press her legs together.
One word emerged from her lips, "Please."
I had her begging already.
She closed her eyes to better feel the soft gentle touches over her
silken skin.
Abruptly I stopped and stepped off the bed. She cried out as the
stimulation left her soft skin. I rummaged in the pack as she watched,
not saying a word.
I carefully slipped a blindfold over her eyes, which she allowed
without complaint. I couldn't gag her, because the safeword was
verbal. I didn't want her gagged anyway.
I picked up the crop, realizing that I hadn't used it on one of the
women in a long time. I let it fall gently into my palm, feeling the
sting of the leather. This was going to hurt her. I hoped that she
wouldn't safeword out. I wanted this to work for her.
"What are you doing?" she asked quietly, unable to see the crop but
hearing it.
"I'm going to whip you," I spoke gently to her.
"Oh God," I watched as she shuddered in her restraints at the words.
"Not too hard. Okay?"
"I'll hit you as hard as necessary. Now I want you to do something for
me."
"What?" she asked breathlessly.
"I want you to concentrate on turning the pain into arousal. Alright?
And I want you to count."
"Count?"
"Everytime the crop touches your skin, I want you to count for me."
"How high?"
I was thrown again by this helpless girl. She switched tracks so
quickly.
"What?"
"How many times are you going to hit me?"
"How many do you deserve? You pick."
"I can't. Don't ..." she began.
I relented. "Ten."
"Only ten?" she spoke mischievously.
"Would you rather have fifteen?"
She shook her head. She inquired quietly. "Where?"
"Where am I going to hit you?" I asked her for clarification.
"Yes. Please not on the breasts. Please?" She began to beg, even
before the first blow fell on her helpless body.
"You have a safeword. I'll hit you where I think you need it," I
reminded her. "If it's too much, safeword."
"I. I don't want to."
"I don't want you to either."
I took a deep breath and let a soft stroke fall onto her stretched
belly. A red stripe appeared contrasting against her pale skin.
"Arrrrghhhhhhhh," she screamed into the room, twisting in the bonds.
Her fingers twitched as she struggled with the steel bands. All she
wanted in the whole world was to get her hands to her bare belly, to
protect it and comfort it.
I waited until she calmed herself. The stroke had been light, not
anything to cause her too much trouble. I'd increase the strength as
she could take it, but I was more interested in getting her to feel
her helplessness, her vulnerability than to actually hurt her. This
was nothing compared to what Jane, or even Amy, had endured at my
hands. And they hadn't had a safeword.
"Concentrate," I whispered to her.
"Christ. That was a light one, wasn't it?" she spoke in ragged breath.
"Yes."
"Oh God. Nine more?"
"Nine more."
The numerals she had spoken reminded her.
"Christ. One," she spoke without further hesitation. "I can't take
ten. Even like that."
I let the crop fall against her right thigh, marking it as well. She
screamed again, not expecting the pain. I watched as she struggled to
control her voice, her pain. Her face contorted with the effort. That
blow was slightly harder. Finally, after some incoherent gasps, she
managed to remember to say, "Two."
I wasn't in this to punish her. I wasn't going to restart the count or
anything if she forgot to count. This was her game, and she'd remember
on her own time.
Her bare body was sheened in perspiration as my sixth stroke fell onto
her bare left foot. The third had graced her left thigh. The fourth
had kissed her right calf. Five and six had caressed the bottoms of
her bare feet. Each blow was slightly harder than the last.
Eventually she gasped out the word, "Six."
She didn't stop there. She began to beg coherently.
"Please. I need you. Please stop hitting me. I. I'm so turned on. Just
touch me. You don't need to hit me anymore. Please? I'll do whatever
you want. I'll fuck you. I'll suck you. Anything. You can make me do
anything anyway."
Her lips formed the words in a tumbled rush, her teeth gritting
against the pain.
"Elizabeth?" I ventured.
"Yes, master?" she was breathing heavily. I still hadn't touched any
of her obvious erogenous zones. I had purposely avoided her breasts
and between her legs. She was pulling rhythmically against the ropes
holding her.
"Are you ready for something else?"
"If you don't hit my feet again, I swear, I'll do whatever you want."
"Beg me."
"Beg for what?" she asked, slightly confused. I didn't answer her
right away. After a moment, the blind bare girl tried something.
Anything was better than lying there not knowing what I was going to
do to her. "Please. Master. This slave begs to be fucked. Fuck me.
Please?"
Well, that certainly increased my arousal. If it was possible.
"Beg me to hit your breasts," I whispered to her gently.
"Oh Christ. I can't. No," she responded, fear reflecting in the set of
her lip. She had probably been wondering why I'd avoided her breasts
up until this point. They were beautiful there, protruding from her
chest, heaving with her breathing. Bare breasts, just aching to be
touched with the crop. No defenses.
"Beg me."
"I can't. Don't make me do that."
"Concentrate, Elizabeth. Concentrate on turning the pain into
pleasure."
"It's hard. It hurts."
"I know it does. Concentrate."
I could see the concentration flow across her lower features. Her eyes
still hidden by the blindfold.
"Hit my breasts? Please, master?"
I nodded to myself, she was ready. I lifted the crop and let it fall
against the tops of her sensitive and helpless breasts. The cry far
outstripped any other I'd wrung from her.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh God. Oh God. It hurts. Fuck. Please no more.
Fuck me. While I'm hot. Please. You'll kill me. Argh. Bastard." But
she remembered to count. "Seven. Fuck. Only seven."
I waited patiently for her heaving body to settle. I could see her
tears running down her face, leaking from beneath the strip of cloth
covering her eyes.
When she had managed to get her breathing back down to a somewhat
normal voice, she squeaked out a request.
"Please, sir. I. I don't think I can take another one, but hit my
breasts again. Please?"
I smiled at that one, but I gently swung the crop up at the tender
undersides of her small breasts. Again, the response was instantaneous
as the red stripe appeared. She screamed out her pain, pulling in
futility against the ropes holding her. I was sure that she was going
to bruise herself. I could see all her desires to stop this pain. She
wanted to cradle her breasts that had become the center of her world.
She softly sobbed after counting out the eighth stroke.
She swallowed heavily and spoke again.
"Please. My breasts hurt. Hit me somewhere else? I can't take it
again. Please? Why are you hitting me? I'm ready for you. I've never
been more ready. Touch me."
I obliged her. True to her word, she was sopping wet. I could feel her
heat before I even ventured a finger between her lower lips. She was
lubricated beyond belief. She tensed and screamed as my finger lightly
stroked her swollen clit. I withdrew, determined to finish this
properly.
She cried out in frustration as the sensations left her clit.
I waited patiently, and finally her small voice spoke again.
"Hit me again. My breasts. Please. Make me hurt."
I smiled, an evil thought crossing my mind.
"Your nipples?"
"Oh God. No."
"Beg me."
"No. I can't. Not anymore. I'll safeword."
"No, you won't. You won't climax if you do."
She struggled in vain with her restraints. Frustrated. Wanting to
touch herself even if I wouldn't. She didn't care.
"You bastard. Okay. Hit my nipples. Please."
I took a deep breath, watching her tense. When she finally relaxed her
muscles, I let the crop fall against her swollen nipples. She wasn't
expecting it and she opened her mouth and screamed soundlessly into
the room. Her entire body tensed thrashing against the ropes. Her
ankles nearly pulled the bedposts from their sockets. Her wrists were
bright red from fighting the steel trapping them.
Then her voice finally made it down to normal human hearing range she
sounded like a wounded animal. I hadn't softened the stroke, leaving
her with the ever increasing power of the crop. I couldn't imagine the
pain that she must be in.
"Ieeeeeeeieeeeeeeee. Ow. Please God. Make him stop. Fuck. Nine. One
more. I can't do it. Oh God it hurts. Not my tits. Anything but that."
She collapsed into hysterical crying, constantly pulling at her
wrists. I could tell that all she wanted was to curl up into a ball
and alleviate the pain washing over her. After a few minutes she
slowed her breathing. I gently kissed at her red and swollen nipples,
caressing them as best I could, trying to help her turn that agony
into pleasure.
"Lazarus," she spoke with a shudder in her voice.
I immediately pulled away from her, honouring our agreement. She was
still in tears, but she must have been in serious pain to use the
safeword. Perhaps I was being too rough with her. I reached for the
blindfold, but she spoke as she felt my fingers at her face.
"Please. Leave it on me."
"Alright. What's the matter?"
"Fuck me. I need you now. I can't take anymore pain to my breasts.
Please understand."
"I understand. But I'm not going to fuck you."
"Please? Oh my God. Why?"
"Because you stopped. I told you that we both had to agree to
continue. And I'm not sure I want to."
"Oh God. I went through that for nothing?" she cried out pitifully.
"I will continue if you like," I spoke gently to her, stroking her
face with my fingers. "You can finish." I wasn't sure of that. She
wasn't the type of girl to call safeword for no reason. She was nearly
beat.
"Please. I can't take anymore on the tits."
"I know."
"You won't hit me there?"
"I'll tell you what. You can safeword back in by saying 'Lazarus'
again. If you immediately beg me to hit you between the legs for the
last stroke, I'll play," I said to her with a grin on my face. I was
curious what she'd do. Stop. Or continue.
"You can't be serious. Not there. Hit my thighs. My feet again. You
liked that." She swallowed. "Hit my breasts again. I'll take it
somehow."
"You have your options. You can say 'Free me', or you can say
'Lazarus'."
I shut my mouth, determined to play this out properly. She lay quietly
in her bonds, pulling against them, crying softly at her predicament.
She was still highly aroused, I could tell. I could scent her musk
from sitting beside her. And I wanted her.
"Will you fuck me?" she asked into the room, not being able to turn
her head accurately towards me. I fought down my urge to answer her.
"Will you at least let me masturbate myself if you let me go?"
Again I had to fight with myself to force her to make the decision on
the information she had. Truthfully, I wouldn't deny her the climax in
whatever form she wanted. This truly was her show. But she didn't know
that. She'd almost fallen completely into the submissive role for
this. It was part of her game, even after she'd safeworded out.
She shuddered and took a deep breath. Obviously she had arrived at
some decision.
"Free. Free. Free," she stuttered. "Fuck. Lazarus," she said in a
strong clear voice.
I stepped back from the bed and waited beside her bound form. Within
fifteen seconds her small voice issued forth.
"Please? I'm begging you to reconsider. Talk to me."
"Beg me."
"Please. You don't have to hurt me like that. I can't."
"Why did you safeword back in, if you can't take it."
She thought about it for a moment, tears beginning to form beneath the
blindfold again.
"I. I don't know. You wouldn't talk to me," she admitted.
I refused to answer her, letting her think. I could see her desires
warring across the features of her face that I could see. She wanted
the experience, but the pain was so intense. I couldn't pretend to
understand what she was going through, but I knew it wasn't easy.
Finally, after a few minutes of thinking, her voice began again, soft
and pleading.
"Please. Hit my pussy. I can't take it, but I need you. I want you.
Hit me this one last time. Why couldn't you have picked 'nine'. My
poor body. Please don't hit me hard." I let the crop fall one last
time between her legs. I still had never figured out how hard to hit a
girl there, despite practicing on Amy so often. I was a gentle as I
could, but I suspect even the most gentle tap on such sensitive skin
is exceptionally painful for them. The tip of the crop sank deeply
between her puffy lips, I felt it connect squarely on the rigidness of
her pubic bone. I was sure that I'd connected with her clitoris. It
took a moment for the reality of the pain to hit her.
She nearly sat up, nearly wrenching her shoulders from their sockets.
She screamed loud enough to make the windows rattle. She cried and
begged for minutes, sobbing incoherently, trying to curl her
restrained body into a ball, wanting to close her legs, bruising
herself in her struggles. I felt like I was forcing this on her, when
she'd chosen it herself. I cringed at her obvious distress and pain. I
hadn't meant to hurt her quite to that extent. I felt like I did when
I punished Jane, or Amy and accidentally went too far. Only Jane and
Amy had never had any options for safeword.
She finally collapsed against the bed, her bare body wracked with
sobs. After a while of watching her, she finally whispered a coherent
word, breathlessly.
"Ten. Thank God. Ten."
I let her cry for a few moments, inspecting her body as she struggled.
There was no blood, except where she'd cut her wrist on the handcuff
on that last blow. The blood at her wrists wasn't serious. I was sure
she'd be tender, her breasts and clitoris, but there would be no
lasting damage. Even if I was keeping her, I wouldn't have worried.
She'd be fine after a rest.
I almost returned the crop to the pack, but then decided on something
more interesting. I took the instrument of her pain, and held it to
her face. I gently touched her lips with it.
Misunderstanding my intent, she gently kissed the crop, as though to
thank it for her pain. Very erotic, but not what I'd intended.
"Elizabeth. I know you hurt. I'm going to try and make it better.
Alright?"
She nodded, exhausted.
I pressed the leather against her lips again. "Open," I commanded her.
With only a slight hesitation, she opened her mouth. I settled the
crop between her teeth and she obediently held it. She was still
crying inconsolably around it, her whole body shaking.
I knelt between her still outstretched thighs and slowly ran my tongue
from her bare toes, up her leg, tracing the welts on her thigh. She
squirmed at the touch to the welts, but forced herself to accept the
tease.
I finally lay easily between her thighs, letting my tongue stroke
gently across her swollen lips. Her sobbing slowly turned to gasps
that I could easily hear around the crop. She whimpered as I purposely
avoided slipping my tongue between the lips. I tasted her, smelled
her. Her wet course hair felt delicious against my roving tongue. She
was ready, had been for some time.
She murmured something around the gagging crop in her mouth. I was
quite sure she was unashamedly begging for relief, for me to delve
between her soft folds and lick her, let her finally get some pleasure
amongst the torment. Allow her to climax as she had wanted from the
beginning.
Acquiescing, I let my tongue dart between her lips. Her clit felt
twice as large as it had last time I gave her oral sex, oh so long
ago. I wasn't sure if it was due to the crop on it, or just her
extended state of arousal. She moaned deep in her throat at she felt
the soft contact of my tongue against her. She squirmed, trying to get
more contact, but I insisted on teasing her. Nothing she could do
about it.
I plunged one finger deep into her vagina, pumping slowly with my
purposely slow rhythm. I could feel her frustration as she pulsed her
vagina, wanting more, and faster. After teasing her for a few more
minutes, I relented, letting my tongue trace around her clitoris in a
faster circle, finding her natural rhythms within moments and feeling
her body tense.
The crop fell out of her mouth as she screamed into the room. I could
feel her body tensing beneath me, her vagina gripping and spasming
around my inserted finger. I felt her peak, and I gently sucked at her
again, plunging another finger into her. I felt her explode again,
reaching a high plateau. Her cries filled my senses, as did her
tensing. I flicked her clitoris again with the tip of my tongue,
plunging into her with my fingers again. She climaxed again, for the
final time. Soon, I felt the pulses within her body recede and her
muscles stopped straining at her restraints.
"I'm done," she murmured. "I'm done."
Her bare body stretched out in front of me was flushed from her
forehead to her bare toes. She was pulling again at the restraints,
whispering to herself.
I lay beside her and released her eyes from the blindfold. Her deep
eyes looked up at me. I could see wonder, pain and perhaps love in
them as she looked up at me.
"Three. Thank you."
"Don't thank me," I smiled at her. "Thank yourself. You did it too."
She rattled her handcuffs held above her head.
"Can your slave ask for the use of her body back?" she asked almost
shyly.
I smiled at her and moved down her body. As I was releasing her ankles
from the ropes, she spoke quietly.
"That was the most wonderful thing that I've ever felt."
"Glad I could help."
"I hurt like hell, but it was worth every second of it. Christ. My
tits are on fire. Please, let my hands go."
"Legs first. Then I'll let your hands go."
She lay back quietly accepting my decision. As her ankles were freed,
she instinctively moved her sore legs together. Probably trying to
ease the ache that must still be settled between her thighs.
I moved back up the bed to lie beside her. I reached up and slipped
the ropes free that held her hands to the headboard. They remained
handcuffed, but she was essentially free of the bed.
I'd expected her to immediately cradle her breasts or her pussy, but
she didn't. She immediately reached down and touched me through the
material of my jeans.
She whispered quietly to me. "Let me suck you? I want to have
intercourse with you, but I think I'm too sore."
I considered refusing her offer. I didn't know what I'd be up to with
Jane and Christi, but I had some ideas. And I'd already had sex with
Sheila this afternoon. I wasn't sure I'd be able to perform later if I
indulged with Elizabeth. I wasn't Superman.
But she'd already managed to release my jeans and unzipped my zipper.
Even with her hands in handcuffs. She urged me to my feet standing on
the bed. With an obvious effort, she rose to her knees, and knelt in
front of me. Her small hands pulled at my jeans and underwear, baring
me to her.
I closed my eyes, and felt as her fingers teased me. I was harder than
a rock, my erection insistent and throbbing. Hurting her and then
pleasuring her had turned me on far more than I cared to admit. But
she knew that. Now.
I just about exploded as I felt her warm lips engulf me. Her soft
fingers toyed gently with my pubic hair and my scrotum. I thought I
heard her sigh as I entered her mouth. I willed myself to wait, to
enjoy the sensations she was giving to me. But I knew I wouldn't last
long.
I felt my hands circle to touch her bobbing head. Her hair was like
soft velvet, as I guided her rhythm. As I knew it would, her soft
mouth quickly coaxed me to the point of no return.
Groaning, I exploded into her. She didn't hesitate, or withdraw. I
could feel her mouth still working on me as I climaxed, shooting my
fluids into her mouth. She gagged a bit, but didn't complain as she
swallowed my ejaculate. When I'd finished, she finally released my
penis from her mouth, her tongue still lapping at me, cleaning me. She
looked up at me with those deep eyes. I was going to miss her.
Unbearably.
I sank to my knees, not bothering to dress. I hugged her tightly into
me, feeling her feminine body against mine, her softness against my
shirt, against my lower nudity.
"I don't want to go," she said softly into my ear.
"I don't want you to go. If there was any way ..." I began before she
shushed me.
"I understand," she whispered.
I reluctantly broke the embrace and rose to my feet on the floor this
time. I replaced my clothing. She knelt quietly on the bed, tears
falling from her eyes. She looked on almost wistfully. She didn't have
any clothing to replace, a fact that she was aware of at times like
these. Her bound hands twisted into her lap. She looked up at me, and
forced a smile to grace her lips. I couldn't help admiring her one
last time. She was so feminine, so desirable kneeling there.
She slowly rose to her own feet, bare against the carpet of the
bedroom. I wondered at the freedom of being barefoot for so long. No
shoes. No socks. No clothing at all. I abruptly realized that this
girl had not been allowed coverings for as long as I'd had her. And I
don't think she ever had complained about it.
"Time to go?" she spoke softly and with regret.
I nodded, not trusting my voice. This was getting harder and harder.
I reached for her handcuffs, intending to finally release her from the
bondage. She took a step back, slowly shaking her head.
"I don't mind. Leave them on me. Until I'm gone. Please?"
I nodded again, marveling at this woman. I opened the door for her and
held it as she walked her bare body out and into the hallway. Together
we walked down to the main floor. I cringed as I watched her move, the
welts somehow seeming too deep and angry for this delicate creature.
She didn't seem bothered by them, beyond an initial cringe as her bare
soles touched the tile in the main hallway. The bottom of her feet
would have been tender; I remembered hitting them harder than I'd
originally intended as well.
She hesitated outside the library. She turned to me. "A private
good-bye? Afterwards?"
"You got me," I spoke with a joviality I didn't feel.
She solemnly reached for the doorknob and swung open the door into the
empty room. She glanced around confused. I had this fleeting vision of
Christi running from the house as quickly as she could as I made
violent love to Elizabeth. But then I remembered her request as I'd
left her last time.
I touched Elizabeth and guided her to the dining room where we'd had
the nice dinner a few days ago. Jane was perched on her window ledge
quietly talking to Christi. Christi had dragged a chair over to the
window and was sitting on it backwards, her chin resting on the
backrest, her hands encircling the back of the chair. Jane stopped
speaking as Elizabeth entered the room. Christi turned, her eyes
closing as she took in the fresh welts on Elizabeth's bare body.
She rose out of the chair, her joined wrists hindering her.
Christi fixed me with her soulful eyes and spoke quietly. No anger or
blame in her voice.
"You couldn't help it, could you. We heard her down here. I. I thought
you were torturing her to death up there," she just sounded mournful.
There was no accusing in her voice, just acceptance and perhaps
disappointment. All the girls were still mine, no matter how much they
knew I was releasing them soon. One look at any female's wrists and
the bondage still holding them would verify that. They still were
ultimately under my control.
Elizabeth stepped forward and hugged Christi, pressing her bare body
into Christi's clothes, her still bound hands encircling Christi's
neck.
"Sweety, I wanted him to do it. It was my last request. I wanted him
to hurt me. It's okay. I won't feel it soon. But I wanted to feel it.
My choice, for once."
Christi's eyes widened, and Jane nodded in understanding.
Christi took a deep breath and turned her face to gaze at Elizabeth.
She spoke softly.
"I was jealous of you. And I still am. A little. But I love you too.
I'm going to miss you." Tears began to run down her face.
"I'm. I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you."
"I know," Christi spoke truthfully. "I got used to sharing. Took a
while, but I did."
To prove her point, Christi leaned forward and gently kissed
Elizabeth's lips, her only way of convincing the girl that she was
forgiven for whatever had happened. Truthfully, I think that Christi
always had understood.
Jane had lowered herself to her bare feet, walking over to the other
embracing girls.
"I'm going to miss you too. A lot. You always tried to protect us. You
always cared," Jane spoke softly as she struggled to embrace both
Christi and Elizabeth. The girls remained together, crying softly and
hugging each other for a few minutes.
Eventually, Elizabeth broke the embrace. She kissed both Christi and
Jane on the lips.
"I have to go. I'm going to miss both of you terribly," Elizabeth
spoke quietly.
I watched as Elizabeth turned away from the remaining two women, tears
falling uncontrollably down her face. She lifted her hands to try and
wipe them away, but wasn't very successful. As I guided her from the
dining room, she turned and whispered one last "Good-bye", to the
others, who were watching her leave silently through teary eyes.
We walked slowly to the entertainment room. I settled into the sofa.
Elizabeth stood in the center of the room, watching me watch her.
"I remember that night, when you fed us that Italian food. And allowed
us to use cutlery and shared your dessert. And then we watched movies.
That was the most romantic thing I've ever done. So I was nude and I
was tied up for the night. I didn't care. You know that?"
I nodded slowly. I wasn't sure what she was trying to say, but it
seemed important to her. I'd enjoyed that night as well. The girls had
all been happy.
"I wish that I'd be able to remember this."
"No, you don't," I admonished the girl.
She knelt easily on the carpet.
"Actually I do," she said quietly and I believed her. "If I had a
choice, I'd stay with you. Even though I know you'd hurt me, I know
that I ... that I don't mind it here. I. I feel wanted. I'm not sure I
can explain it."
She waited there on her knees for a few minutes, thoughts of her
captivity and her adventures flitting through her mind. Finally she
rose to her bare feet again and stood in front of me.
She bent at her waist and kissed me passionately on the lips, her
fingers caressing my face.
"Despite all the things I didn't like, there was more that I did. I
hope that I can find them in real life."
"Perhaps you can," I spoke to her quietly.
She bent again, and I thought that I was going to feel her soft lips
again. Instead she whispered in my ear.
"If you do this again, find me," she whispered in a voice that I
wasn't even sure was hers.
She straightened back up, thrusting out her bare breasts almost
proudly one last time. I swallowed heavily, tears forming in my eyes.
"Remember me," she whispered as she felt her time bubble begin to
collapse around her. A moment later, she was gone, returned to her
seat in that BMW with Catherine. I'd never found out what their
relationship was. I regretted not knowing her better.
The handcuffs that she had worn clattered to the carpet, probably
still warm from her. The necklace and the anklet that I'd given to her
a day ago fell to the floor as well. I couldn't bear to pick them up
as I rose heavily to my feet.
"Good-bye, my noble one," I whispered into the space where her beauty
had just graced. It was getting harder. I missed her already.
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"And then there were two," Jane spoke softly as I entered the dining
room.
I mutely nodded, still missing the other girls and unable to hide it.
I carefully pulled a chair from below the table and reversed it,
straddling the chair as Christi was. I faced the girls, my chin
resting on the wood of the backrest.
Christi spoke gently from her seat. Her hands still encircled the back
of the chair, but she turned her body to face me.
"Do you want us to kneel?" she asked even as she began to struggle to
her feet and out of the chair. Jane was making motions as if to drop
to her feet from the window sill.
"You don't have to kneel for me anymore. Stay comfortable."
A mischievous smile broke across Christi's lips. "Will you let us out
of the handcuffs as well, then?" she asked lightly, obviously not
expecting a positive answer.
"Nice try," I actually managed to smile back at her. Silence descended
into the room for a moment before Jane broke it.
"What happens now?" she spoke so softly it was almost a whisper.
"I'm not quite sure."
"I'm sorry," Jane was still speaking in soft tones.
I looked up at her, confused. "Sorry for what?"
"Sorry that you have to let us go. Let them go. It's obviously hard on
you."
I nodded. It had been a lot harder than I'd expected. Originally I'd
just picked up these girls as playthings. As sexual objects. As slaves
for my pleasure and my pleasure alone. But they were more than that,
now. Perhaps, I'd kept them too long. Perhaps they had just become
more than just pretty girls walking down the street, available for my
games. Despite what I did to them, they were thinking, breathing,
feeling human beings. Women. This was harder than I'd ever expected.
"How much time do we have?" Jane asked, breaking my train of thought.
I really didn't know. It might be days, it might be minutes. I
wouldn't know until that cursed black spider began its journey across
my mind. And I had no idea if it would be the last one, or the first
in a procession of little spiders. I was hoping to hold onto the
timeline long enough to give the girls whatever they wanted. I hoped
that the spiders weren't hungry.
After a moment I answered her. "I really don't know, honey. I really
don't know."
I gazed at the girl, resplendent in her black evening gown and
handcuffs. Even though I knew that was all she wore, and she still
would look more natural in jeans and a sweater, she was beautiful. She
was beautiful as only a seventeen year old girl can be, nonchalantly
swinging her bare legs and feet, gently twisting her wrists against
her fetters, her face strong and sure. Her dark hair curled around her
shoulders as soft as a downy comforter. Her lips curled into a gentle
smile.
"Do you want me?" Jane asked softly, knowing what the answer was. But
I had promised myself that I wouldn't force myself on any of them. It
wasn't necessary. I had already made love twice this afternoon. Three
times today if you counted Christi in the morning.
I continued to gaze at her, not answering her simple question.
"You do. You can have me, if you want. You know that," her perception
had always been correct.
"Janey. Of course, I want you. But this isn't about me. It is about
you. It's about what *you* want. I'll do whatever I can to make it
happen for you. But there isn't much time left. I'm sorry for that."
She swallowed heavily. "Does that mean that I'm the next one?"
I nodded slowly at her. I so much didn't want to let this girl go.
She took a deep breath, raising her breasts beneath the dress. She let
it out in a long steady stream through her nose. Her breasts fell
again beneath the fabric. I thought I could detect the points of her
nipples. The nipples that I knew so intimately.
"You are going to let me do whatever I want?"
"Almost anything."
"I'm going to assume that the 'anything' doesn't include letting me
try out that crop of yours on *your* hide? Let you know what you put
us through."
I considered it for about half a second. "I don't think so. Nice try
though."
She smiled radiantly. She knew that I wasn't going to agree to that,
no matter how fair it might seem. But she was just trying to make a
point. I knew that. I let her have her small victory.
She tilted her head down, staring at her toes. She took a deep breath
and spoke quietly.
"Do you remember the night that you let us free to teach the Judge a
lesson?"
I didn't know where she was going with this, but I wasn't about to let
her at that asshole again. Even if she deserved it. No. I didn't
particularly want to spend my last time on this timeline dealing with
him. I didn't even want to think about him.
"Yes ..." I replied cautiously.
She continued, lowering her voice even further, almost to the point of
inaudibility. "Do you remember what happened that night?"
I let my mind wander back, trying to find what she was driving at. I
glanced over at Christi who was also staring downwards, suddenly
fascinated with her own small toes. The sight of Christi brought it
home to me. I still wasn't sure where she was going, but I knew what
she was referring to.
"You. And Christi. Yes." I spoke carefully, not wanting to dissuade
her from speaking whatever was on her mind.
Jane finally raised her eyes. I watched as she fought her discomfort
and embarrassment that it had even happened in the first place. Her
toes curled against the air as she continued in her soft voice, her
eyes capturing and holding mine.
"Christi and I talked about it. We can't say good-bye. We just can't,"
her voice cracked a bit and tears began to form in her eyes. "We. We
would like to use one of our wishes, it doesn't matter whose, to ...
to leave together. So we don't have to say good-bye. We would like to
spend our last time together. As long as we have. Please? And if we
can't do that. If you won't let us. Then don't make us say good-bye to
each other. I'm begging you," Jane was crying softly by the time she'd
finished.
I leaned back a little, surprised by her request. I had honestly
thought that they had worked it out, that their feelings for each
other, if they even existed, had been resolved. Christi had tears in
her eyes as well as she sat there, twisting her hands against the
steel holding her wrists. I thought I understood. If they did have any
feeling for one another, then the good-bye would even be harder than
anything I'd felt so far letting the other women go. And they had
recognized it.
I spoke quietly. "Janey? Christi? You don't have to use up your last
requests. You won't have to say good-bye to one another if you don't
want. I won't force you."
"Thank-you," Jane whispered into the quiet room.
I let them sit there for a while with their thoughts, not wanting to
interrupt them.
Eventually, I turned my attention back to Jane. She was staring at her
bare feet again as they swung back and forth.
"Jane?"
She looked up, unsure of what else I might want from her.
"What do you want, truly? You can include Christi if you want. If she
wants."
Jane took a deep breath. It looked as though she'd made a decision
that she wasn't sure that she wouldn't regret. She let her breath out
slowly and spoke.
"You know what I'm like. Right?"
I thought about it. "Stubborn. Strong willed. Caring." I smiled at
her.
"And masochistic. No matter how much I hate it," she continued.
I nodded slowly.
"I might never get another chance to experience this. Being completely
in someone else's control. Let's face it, I'm unlikely to discover
this on the real timeline. Right? Not safely anyway."
I nodded again, slowly. I was getting aroused just anticipating her
request. I had a feeling I knew what it was going to be, though not
the specifics.
She turned slowly to Christi. "Christi? Honey? I know how you feel
about him. I won't ask if you don't want me to."
Christi lowered her blonde head and stared at the floorboards for a
moment. She took a deep breath. She obviously knew what Jane was
talking about, even if I hadn't figured it out yet.
"It's alright. I don't mind," she attempted a smile, not completely
succeeding, but close enough.
Jane nodded her thanks to Christi and turned back to me. She pulled
against the handcuffs on her wrists.
"I. I want to be your slave. One last time. I want to put myself in
your hands. I want to be taken," she shivered slightly at the words
coming from her pretty lips. "I. I don't care what you do to me, but I
only ask not to hurt me more than I can take. You know where that is
better than I."
Tears began to form in her eyes. I watched as she struggled to will
them away. Her strength prevailed as I watched the tears recede. Her
mind was at war with her body again. But she knew that her mind had
lots of time to win on the main timeline. She might never experience
what her body wanted ever again.
It took me a moment to respond. I have to admit that I wasn't
completely surprised by this, but nevertheless I had never been sure
if she would ever accept this part of herself that I saw so clearly.
"Are you sure, Jane?"
"I'm sure," her voice became a little stronger.
"Do you want sex to be involved?" I just wanted to be clear what her
intent was.
"I ... if you want it, I am going to be your willing slave. I'm not
sure I have a choice."
I swallowed. This wasn't the answer I wanted.
"No. Do you want sex to be involved?" I asked her again.
She thought about it for a moment. I had never taken her, never forced
her into sex. At least with me.
She licked her lips. "Yes," she answered simply. When I didn't say
anything she continued softly. "What is the point of being all hot and
bothered if I don't get to climax?"
I nodded slowly.
She whispered again, "You can't tell right now, but I already am. Hot
and bothered."
I looked up at her. Her breathing was heavier than normal, but with
the dress between her skin and I, I couldn't see the other outward
signs of her arousal. If they were even there. I took her word for it.
For now.
"Would you like Christi to be involved in this?" I asked slowly.
Jane nodded slowly, almost shyly.
I didn't want to offer Christi's services if she had an objection. I
had a funny feeling that she wouldn't, especially considering the
circumstances. I turned to Christi, a look of questioning on my face.
Christi nodded slowly, giving her permission for me to include her. If
I ordered her, she wouldn't have a choice. She knew that. But this was
no longer about my control over them, and I think that Christi sensed
that. If she'd objected, I wouldn't have forced the issue.
"Who am I?" I gently asked Jane.
Her eyes clouded for a moment as she considered her answer. Then, as
naturally as if she was in church, she slipped off the windowsill and
sank to her knees on the hardwood, the black fabric of her gown
flowing around her feminine form. Her bound hands rested easily
between her kneeling thighs; she was no longer twisting in her
restraints.
She spoke clearly but quietly, looking up at me.
"You ... are my Master."
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I rose from my chair. Leaving Jane kneeling on the floor, I approached
Christi. She looked up at me as I approached, her blue eyes boring
into me.
She remained seated, so I ended up towering over her. She held my eyes
with her own and licked her lips.
"Just because I've agreed to help you with Jane doesn't mean I've
given up my wish."
I was aware of that, but I thought that given her position, her words
were a bit spunky.
"You would have helped if I'd told you to anyway. I haven't let you go
yet."
She flushed a little, but lowered her eyes at my words.
I smiled, having gotten the desired effect. I continued more gently.
"I haven't forgotten you. I'm still going to give you whatever you
want. Just tell me when the time is right. Fair enough?"
She looked back up, a smile curling her lips. She had a secret. She
knew exactly what she wanted, and I didn't. And she didn't have to
tell me. I wasn't going to punish her until she told me her secret.
Her life was changing, and even I was finding it difficult to keep her
in the slave role. Especially as she sat there, looking up at me with
those irresistible eyes. She was still wearing that sweater and the
tight jeans that would have looked more at home on Jane. The only
concession to her role as mine was the handcuffs adorning her wrists,
that she couldn't remove. Nevertheless, she looked spectacular. She
should have been a model.
"What?" she asked in confusion, not understanding why I was staring at
her.
I decided to tell her. "You should be a model."
She flushed. "You never asked ... but I am. Or at least I was." She
tossed her blonde hair about her shoulders and gave me one of those
sexy pouty glances that she might throw at a camera. My heart caught
for a moment at the sheer beauty of the pose.
I swallowed hard. I hadn't expected that. She smiled as she realized
that she'd somehow surprised me. Though I'm not sure that she knew the
reason. The girls seemed to revel in that. Surprising me. Or shocking
me. Even if they didn't mean to.
Because I couldn't move my tongue anymore, I crouched down and fitted
the chrome handcuff key into her restraints. She sat still as I
released her wrists. I watched in fascination as her fingers gently
massaged the skin of her wrists where the metal had held her. The
handcuffs were still warm from her body heat. I placed them on the
ground and looked up at her. She remained in the seat simply letting
me regard her in silence.
Christi surprised me again when she spoke.
"Let's take her outside," she said.
I was confused, not quite understanding what she was saying. I suppose
I'd dropped into her beauty, unaware of the other girl still kneeling
quietly beside us.
Christi saw my confusion, and I could tell that she wasn't sure why I
hadn't understood her. Only that I hadn't.
She continued. "Jane. Remember her? Your other slave? She and I were
talking earlier. She wanted to go outside for this."
I turned slowly to Jane who was completely flushed. She nodded her
head nearly imperceptibly. Christi was telling the truth.
Christi's voice continued on behind me. I felt almost intoxicated by
the girls.
"Maybe we should use the front yard? If you agree? Then we wouldn't
have to see Mayer? Or have you put him back already?"
I shook my head, clearing it. The spider crawled along the base of my
head at the back. I felt the world closing in, but again it receded. I
was grateful. Although the danger here was minimal, Christi and Jane
would take care of me if I fell into unconsciousness, there was no
guarantee I would wake up. If I was smart, I would let them go now.
Forget their requests, and hightail it back to the prime time line.
But I wasn't smart. I truly wanted to give them something. They had
been so good to me. They deserved something. A small voice at the back
of my brain was shouting that they didn't deserve to be trapped on
this timeline forever or some unknown limbo, but I carefully ignored
it. I was reasonably sure that we could get through this.
"Are you alright?" Jane asked worriedly from her kneeling position in
front of me.
I nodded. "It didn't get me."
Jane still looked worried. "We don't have to do this. We can just go
back. We aren't going to remember anyway. Are we?"
"You won't remember. But I'm fine now. Really."
I felt fine. As though nothing had happened at all. I just hoped that
the next close call would happen after I'd had my time with Jane and
Christi. Preferably while I wasn't on this timeline. Of course, the
spiders would disappear once I regained the prime timeline.
After a moment, I moved over to Jane. I removed her handcuffs quickly,
dropping them beside Christi's.
"Is crawling going to ruin your dress?" I asked her.
She looked puzzled. I understood. She couldn't imagine why I'd care if
the dress was ruined. She'd figured out that she was going back as
soon as this last scene was played out, and the dress was useless at
that point. And I'm sure she never expected to have it covering her
much longer in any case. She was probably surprised that she was still
wearing it at the moment.
She shook her head and nodded at the same time. Quite a sight
actually.
"Yes, Master," she breathed. "Crawling will ruin it. I can remove it
if you like."
She hadn't even blinked an eye at the prospect of crawling. She'd done
it for me before, though it had been a long time ago. But she was
determined to play her role, accepting whatever I asked of her.
"You may keep the dress. Try not to ruin it."
"Master? Can a slave ask if she'll be punished if she ruins the
dress?" Jane slipped easily into slave talk. I was surprised. I hadn't
heard it from her lips for a while. I wasn't even sure she'd
remembered how to speak that way. She was full of surprises.
"I'll decide that when you are outside."
"Yes, sir," she responded. "But, your slave begs to remove it first if
she is going to get punished for ruining it. She knows that she is
being punished anyway, but she doesn't want to make it worse."
Her words struck a chord in me. I was aroused simply by her manner and
her words. I had to adjust my jeans. I couldn't believe that I could
react so soon after Elizabeth. Jane's mouth curled into a quick grin
as she watched me adjust myself before she caught herself and forced a
straight face. I was going to have to punish her for that.
I answered her slowly, "Crawl with the dress. I'll decide later what
you will be punished for."
"Yes, Master," she spoke with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Despite
her own willingness to be in this role, she was unable to completely
discard her normal strong will and defiance. I loved that about her.
She carefully fell to her hands and knees, waiting for a command to
begin crawling for me. I motioned Christi to her feet and then to
Jane's left side. I strode to Jane's right. Jane looked up at us
towering over her diminutive and vulnerable form with a look of worry
on her face.
I smiled to her reassuringly. I wasn't going to hurt her yet. I
carefully gathered up a handful of her full brown hair in my fingers,
indicating for Christi to do the same. Christi hesitated, but reached
down and gathered up some of Jane's hair in her hand as well.
We began walking slowly, gently tugging at Jane's hair as a leash.
Jane cried out a little at the initial tug, but fell into a rhythm,
moving her hands and legs in the unfamiliar and slow motion, relieving
the pressure on her scalp. Christi and I moved along beside Jane
matching her slow pace, not trying to hurt her. It would have been a
simple matter to increase the pace to the point where Jane couldn't
keep up, her scalp in agony. But I didn't. She would be uncomfortable
enough, soon enough. Neither girl complained about the procession.
We moved slowly from the dining room, and down the main hall. The only
sounds were Jane's laboured breathing and the whisk of her dress as it
touched the tile. I looked back as we crossed the front door
threshold. The mansion that had been our home. The mansion with Sheila
and Mayer and all the good times and the bad. I felt that I'd lived
there forever, when it had only been a few days at most. I couldn't
believe that this was the last time I'd ever set foot in the place. It
seemed so odd to be leading this girl outside using her hair as a
guide. The tender soles of her bare feet upturned beneath the elegance
of the evening gown. It all seemed so surreal and so erotic. The
former occupants of the house would probably be shocked at the
display, well most of them anyway.
I took a deep breath.
"Christi?"
She turned to me, waiting for instructions.
"Run upstairs and gather up the pack. Be quick, or you are going to
join miss slave, here."
Christi flushed, remembering that essentially she was still a slave as
well. She dropped Jane's hair that she had been gently holding. I
watched as it fluttered back to Jane's shoulder. As Christi turned and
quickly walked towards the stairs, I admonished her. "Run."
The denim clad girl threw a withering look over her shoulder but
decided it was still in her best interests to do as asked, and jogged
the last few steps. Her free breasts bounced beautifully under the top
and her bare feet thundered as she ran up the stairs.
"You didn't have to make her run, we have time," Jane spoke from her
hands and knees.
"I don't remember anyone asking you." I spoke half jokingly to the
elegant girl at my feet.
Jane twisted her head as best she could, pulling her own hair in her
attempt to find out how serious I was. When she managed to see that I
was smiling at her, she returned to looking at the floor.
"Bastard," she mumbled.
"That earned you another couple of strokes."
"Bastard," she said more loudly.
"Hmmmm. She wants more, huh?" I speculated out loud. "Little one. You
don't have to be defiant. All you have to do is ask, and I'll make
sure you can't sit down for a week."
We both knew that she wouldn't feel anything at all from this in a
week's time, but she shivered nevertheless.
"I'm sorry, Master," she apologized. It sounded sincere enough.
I heard Christi's feet thundering down the steps as she ran back. I
suspected that she had probably dropped to a fast walk as soon as she
was out of sight, and I could have punished her. But I wanted to save
my creativity for Jane, who actually did want it.
Christi was out of breath, even from the short run. She was dotted
with sweat. I liked the effect, and especially liked the effect of her
breasts beneath the sweater still heaving as she fought for breath.
She smiled at me as she showed me the pack in her fingers.
Without being told, she shifted the bag to her left hand and picked
back up Jane's soft hair with her free hand. Together, the three of us
stepped out for the last time. I took note of the address as I looked
back. I was going to need it.
As we reached the steps to the front porch, Jane halted as Christi and
I stepped down onto the first step.
"M-master?" Jane spoke.
"Yes slave?"
"I. I don't think I can crawl down. I'll fall."
I knew that she could do it. It would take some concentration and some
balance. But I didn't force her.
"If you like, you can suggest an alternate."
"Add some to my punishment, instead? For not being able to do this?"
I nodded as she looked up at me, her hair still extending from her
head to my fingers. And Christi's.
"I'll try not to scream the first two times you hit me."
A challenge. Could I make her scream anyway? I was betting I could.
"Alright, slave. On your feet."
Christi and I both released her hair at the same time and Jane
struggled to get to her bare feet. The evening gown had worn where her
knees had pressed into the fabric against the tile. I was quite sure
that it had never been meant for this type of activity. I couldn't
imagine most women crawling in that thing. Jane smiled, glad that she
hadn't been forced to crawl down the steps. She was well aware that I
could have forced the issue and she would have had to at least attempt
the crawl down the steps. She was happy even if it meant making her
later punishment harder. I could imagine that it would have been very
painful on her unprotected knees to have to climb down. Either way,
she was up for extra discomfort, she'd simply chosen her route.
I took Jane's hand and led her down the steps. As we reached the
bottom, the girl automatically fell back to her knees. She rocked
forward ready to crawl again, without being asked. I left her there,
not taking her hair.
"Jane?"
"Yes, Master."
"Pick a tree."
"Master?"
"Just pick one."
She carefully balanced herself on one hand, centering her weight. She
pointed to a thick trunked oak tree just off the front path.
"On your feet. You don't have to crawl."
She gave me a dirty look as she rose to her feet. One of those,
then-why-did-you-let-me-make-a-fool-of-myself looks. She sighed and
climbed back to her bare feet, not quite daring to voice a complaint.
The dress was now quite dirty around her knees from her kneeling on
the earthen path, but I had no intention of having it on her body much
longer anyway. She knew that as well.
I took her right hand, and Christi lightly grasped her left. Jane
shivered slightly. Probably anticipating her upcoming punishment and
pleasures. We slowly walked towards the tree. I felt like singing
something right out of Wizard of Oz. We made an odd sight, I would
imagine, walking slowly hand in hand together.
Lions and tigers and bears. Oh my.
I smiled at my inner thoughts, but neither girl noticed.
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Jane was remarkably easy to secure to the tree. Made me wonder just
how much the girls were resisting previously whenever I tied them up.
She almost seemed eager to be bound, and happily rose up on her bare
toes, reaching for the low branch above her head. She gripped the
branch lightly with her fingers and waited patiently as I slipped the
steel handcuffs back around her slender wrists. Her position raised
her breasts wonderfully under her dress. If she had been a little less
endowed, the dress would have slipped right off her as she stood like
that.
I stepped back, watching as she twisted her wrists in their
restraints. Sighing, she let go of the branch and let herself down off
her toes. The handcuffs, stretched over the branch became taut well
before she was able to get her heels to the grass. She took a deep
breath, knowing it was useless to complain, and resigned herself to
being on her toes. She gripped the branch again, trying to ease the
weight on the balls of her feet.
I ordered Christi to her knees. The other girl knelt quickly, sensing
that I wasn't going to tolerate a lot of protests from her. I'm sure
that the designer jeans she wore were getting grass stained around the
knees, but like Jane, she probably didn't care much about the state of
her clothing. As long as she didn't get punished for it.
I slowly walked around the suspended girl, admiring her figure,
admiring the way her body stretched in its restraints. She tried to
watch me as I circled her, unsure of what she'd gotten herself into.
Probably regretting her last request. I smiled at her as she was
forced to watch my progress by whipping her head from right to left.
She spoke softly. "Can a slave change her mind?"
I gently shook my head. I'd arrived back in front of the girl.
"I didn't think so," she whispered. "Can I ask what you are going to
do to me while I'm like this?"
"That would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it?"
She swallowed. "Can I stop you, if it gets to be too much?"
I thought about it. I could give her a safeword, like I had with
Elizabeth. But I didn't want to. She was still my slave. A lovely
slave, true, but still my slave. I could still do whatever I wanted
with her. Even if she was here by choice. I would try not to go over
her limits with my play, but I didn't want to worry too much about
safewords. It was part of the game for her. She needed to have
absolutely no control. I could see it in her frightened eyes. It
wouldn't work if she could stop it. Not for her. She wasn't Elizabeth.
"Are you my slave?"
She nodded slowly.
"Will you accept what I do to you, and for you?"
"I don't have much choice, like this ..."
"No, you don't."
She shuddered a bit. I couldn't tell if she was shuddering at her lack
of control, or shuddering simply because of her arousal. I was
entirely sure that if I checked between her legs, the anticipation
would be showing.
Leaving her, I walked slowly back to the pack. I retrieved a bright
blue ball gag, the crop, some soft rope, the nipple clamps, a
blindfold and the pair of scissors.
She watched in apprehension as I approached with the items in my arms.
I dropped them at her feet in the grass. She took a deep breath, let
it out in one long stream, and reached out to touch the gag with her
toe. It required a bit of balancing on her part, but she did it
anyway.
She licked her lips. "I. I don't want to be gagged."
I touched her red lips and traced them gently.
"Does it matter what you want anymore?"
A tear slipped from her eye as she looked at me. She slowly shook her
head. If I wanted her gagged, she would be, and however reluctantly
she'd accept it.
"I'm scared," she whispered.
"You should be. Means you are still sane," I answered her as I gave
her a quick kiss on the cheek. I had meant to get her lips, but she
turned her head at the last moment.
She looked back at me after I'd withdrawn. The words seemed to make
her feel better. I could almost see the thoughts going through her
mind. She could have had anything she wanted. A rest in a nice soft
bed. A nice meal. Even a walk in the park. Instead, she had chosen to
be here. Handcuffed and stretched on a tree, waiting for the pain to
begin. I watched as she shivered.
I bent and picked up the crop. Her eyes followed it with extreme
trepidation.
"I'll do whatever you want," she whispered. "You don't have to punish
me for whatever I did ..."
Still looking into her eyes, I let the crop fall hard onto her thighs.
The dress didn't provide much protection for her and she wasn't
expecting the blow. She cried out more in surprise than anything else.
"Ow. Shit. That fucking hurts. I'd forgotten. Shiiiit."
Her legs danced through the grass as she tried her best to pull out of
the handcuffs. I was certain that she was really going to hurt her
wrists if I left her in her current restraints. At least she would if
I was going to be tormenting her as much as I intended.
I smiled at her as she tried to control the pain in her legs.
"I thought that you were going to control your screams."
"Oh shit. I'm sorry. I. This slave forgot. Please give her another
chance. Hit her again, she'll be quiet. Oh God, please don't punish
her for it."
"We made a deal ..."
"I. She knows. Oh God. She's sorry. Your slave was surprised. She
didn't mean to scream."
She had regained most of her composure. She was still hurting, I could
see it in her eyes, but she was determined not to scream on the next
two punishments. One way or the other, I considered, I wanted to break
her of that promise. Just for fun. She would scream.
"Alright. You can have another chance."
"Oh God. Thank-you."
She wouldn't be thanking me later.
I bent and retrieved the scissors, dropping the crop back to the
grass. Her eyes widened at the sight of the sharp blades. I held the
instrument up in front of her face, waving them slightly.
She licked her lips and spoke softly. "Can a slave speak?"
I nodded.
She seemed to be struggling with something internal, but she arrived
at a decision. She opened her mouth and closed it again. Finally she
opened her mouth and spoke softly.
"This slave. She has to tell you something. She doesn't want you to
get angry with her, though."
I considered it. "I can't promise you anything."
"Please don't get angry with me. I mean ... angry with your slave.
She's sorry and she didn't know what she was doing ..."
I was curious now what was going on in her pretty head. She squirmed
against the restraints in front of me, knowing that I was about to cut
the dress from her body. Perhaps, she was stalling me, not wanting to
part with her only possession. I could understand that.
"Jane? Better tell me quick, before I get tired of this and gag you."
"No. Please. I. This ..." her voice trailed off.
"It's alright. Drop the slave talk."
She looked a little relieved. "Please. Master. I. I'm frightened. And
I don't want to make it worse on me than it is. But I have to tell you
the truth. I don't know why. But I have to."
I stepped back, lowering the scissors to my side. I looked at her
quizzically, not really knowing what to expect.
She continued hesitantly, "Those scissors ... I can't do this."
I glanced at Christi who was shaking her head at Jane, obviously
telling her not to continue whatever it was she was going to do. Jane
ignored her and spoke in a whisper.
"The first night after you took me. In the morning. I made breakfast.
Remember?"
I nodded slowly.
Jane continued, her words rushing out of her mouth now. "Christi let
me free in the morning to make breakfast and ... and ... and I picked
up the scissors you'd left. I. I was going to stab you. And I
couldn't. Christi was begging me not to, and I couldn't. Even though
you'd put me through hell. I don't know why. I couldn't do it. Oh God,
please don't stab me."
I had no idea what kind of bravery that took. She didn't have to tell
me that. I had forgiven her that long ago. I'd forgiven it almost as
soon as I heard it from Christi's mouth so long ago. I'd watched her a
bit more carefully and never understood it. But here she was, more
vulnerable than ever before, stretched on her bare feet to a tree,
knowing that I was going to punish her, and she braved to tell me the
truth. It almost brought tears to my eyes. She was so strong, and so
confused. I resolved that I wouldn't punish her for it, no matter
what.
I licked my lips. "I. I know, Janey."
She looked confused and glanced over at Christi still kneeling in the
grass. I hurriedly continued, lying for Christi.
"She didn't tell me, though she would have if I'd asked. I wasn't
asleep," I lied to her.
Jane's eyes shifted back to my face. "You knew?"
"Of course, I knew. Why do you think you were more actively restrained
on the next nights than you were that first night?"
She took a deep breath. "You never punished me for it, though."
"I understood. And you stopped. I never quite understood it, but you
never tried again, to my knowledge."
"I didn't. I wouldn't."
I stepped over and gave her a kiss again. This time she didn't turn
her head. When I broke the kiss, she was breathing harder and she
spoke quietly.
"I'm glad I didn't."
I grinned at her. "Damn right you are glad you didn't. A second
attempt, stopped or not, and you really wouldn't have sat down for a
week."
She paled a bit, realizing what I'd threatened for this session.
"Even so, I'm still glad I didn't hurt you when I could have," she
spoke softly. I could see in her eyes that she at least suspected that
Christi had told me, but she didn't seem to mind. Probably understood.
She was a perceptive one. Hard to lie to her.
"Are you ready?" I held up the scissors again. Jane blanched but
nodded her head.
I walked up to her, placing the sharp scissors just inside the
neckline of her dress. She shivered a bit, tears beginning to form in
her eyes. She had been allowed the clothes for a day or so. She was
getting used to being covered. The evening dress was not only the most
expensive she'd ever owned, but it was her only real possession. That
and the jewelry she still wore for me. I was about to remove it
irretrievably, rend it from her physically. She took a deep breath and
braced herself.
In one quick motion I let the scissors fall through the expensive
dress. She was careful not to move as the material parted for the
blades. She cried out a bit at the tearing sounds, but waited until
the black fabric fluttered uselessly to the grass around her bare
ankles. When the material was lying still on the ground she finally
gave up and let the tears flow. She cried silently staring at the
ground, caressing the fabric with her bare toes.
I turned to see Christi's eyes wet as well. A fellow captive in tears
and not from physical pain. I licked my lips. Much as I hated doing
it, it had to be done. It didn't really matter, I'd seen her bare body
before, and she needed to be separated from the dress before she left.
The dress would have been in the way, and it heightened her sensations
to have it forcibly removed.
I sat back in the grass beside Christi. I slowly stroked her arm as I
let Jane cry. My eyes took in her nude beauty. Robbed of her garment,
she was a stunning sight. As pretty as I remembered her. Even with her
head hung in tears, her flawless breasts were upthrust into the
sunlight. Her body was shining from head to toe, radiating an inner
strength and beauty that was unique to her. Only a thin red line
crossed her silky thighs on an upward angle. The mark from the crop.
"I'm going to cry, too, when you take mine," Christi whispered as she
knelt beside me.
I nodded. I was sure she would as well.
Jane finally managed to stop her weeping, and raised her eyes to look
at me. I slowly got to my feet, and she spoke quietly, "I'm ready."
I walked over to her. "Are you?" I wiped gently at her tears.
"Thank you for letting me cry," she said as she twisted her arms. "Can
I ask how long I'm going to be here? My arms hurt already."
"I know, they do. I'll let you down soon."
I turned towards Christi and motioned her over. Without being told,
she automatically crawled the short distance to me. It was probably
easier than standing and then kneeling again. At least in her mind.
"Kneel behind her."
Without question, Christi shuffled behind Jane, kneeling and waiting
for my next request.
"Touch her."
Christi began a protest, and then realized that it was useless.
Besides, she was here for this. Jane and her had something between
them. A history. They'd been together many times, and not always
because I'd forced it. I suspect the protest was just automatic, not
really thought out. She quickly realized that it was just the three of
us, and that I didn't care what she did with Jane.
She reached up as Jane spread her legs. The posture forced more
pressure on her wrists, but Jane knew that it was expected. Her feet
barely touching the ground, she gasped as the first light touch of
Christi's fingers caressed her lips.
Christi gasped as well. I looked around Jane's form silently asking
Christi what was wrong.
Christi whispered, her face beet red, "She's very wet. I. I guess I
wasn't expecting it. I'm sorry."
I looked up at Jane, but she had her eyes closed, her face flushed as
well. I couldn't really tell if it was the humiliation, shame or just
sheer excitement level.
"Jane?"
Her eyes snapped open. I could tell from her eyes that it really was a
combination of arousal and humiliation. Even being here by her choice
wasn't enough to stop her feeling guilty for her body betraying her
mind. She was an independent girl and still couldn't understand why
her body reacted to this kind of treatment. She probably simply wanted
a change from real life. Less control in her sex life, and it was
falling to an extreme. Probably only because I was here, and she
didn't have much choice.
I held up the scissors and her eyes followed them.
"Hold still," I whispered to her.
I gently dragged the sharp edge over her cheek. She shivered, but
managed to keep her face pressed to the blade. She didn't flinch which
was good for her. I traced the blade over her pert nose. I watched as
she wrinkled it prettily after the blade went on to touch her
sensitive lips. I withdrew, not a speck of blood gracing her.
She let her breath out in a long sigh of relief. I let her rest for a
moment and then began at her chest. I traced the tip of the scissors
along her bare breasts, circling the erect nipples. She tensed
immediately, trying to hold her breath, trying to keep still, trying
not to flinch or move away from the dangerous steel. I could see her
struggling with the sensations of Christi's fingers. Trying not to
buck, trying to remain motionless. One move in the wrong direction,
for her or me, would mean big trouble for her soft skin. She knew that
and I knew that. We almost had to become one.
She took a quick breath as I moved the blade from her breasts. I
looked down and watched as Christi's middle finger slowly entered Jane
and pumped up and down. Ever so slowly. Christi was well aware that if
Jane climaxed, not only could Jane hurt herself, but that I would
probably punish Christi. I didn't want Jane climaxing yet, no matter
how much she deserved it.
I carefully scraped along Jane's erect nipples, careful not to cut her
quivering breasts. She desperately wanted to move away. I can't
imagine how protective of her nipples she would feel. If possible her
nipples got harder under the scrape of the blades. I did that to her
twice before she begged. I could see her body trembling, fatigue
causing her muscles to protest at keeping completely still.
"Please. I. Can't. Please don't cut me. Oh God. Please."
"You can't keep still?" I rested the blade carefully just above her
right nipple.
"Please. Not much longer."
"You don't want a cut on your breasts? On your nipples?"
"Please. I like my nipples on my body. Oh God. I'm scared."
Truthfully, I didn't want to hurt her that much anyway. And I'm not
into blood. I would have felt very badly if I'd cut her, but I had
faith in her control. Despite the stimulation between her legs and her
fading strength, I thought she'd be able to hold it for a few more
minutes.
To her credit she tried. Despite the shaking of her body and the
trembling muscles she managed to stay still for a few more minutes.
She screamed as her thighs refused to support her. As she inhaled
deeply for the scream, I moved the steel from her nipple. She screamed
again before she looked down at herself. She looked like she was
readying herself to be greeted by the sight of her nipple separated
from her breast. Instead, she saw her intact bare breasts heaving in
her fright.
Jane moaned as Christi resumed her slow pumping of her vagina. It
looked like Christi had inserted two fingers into her and was
purposely teasing Jane.
"Thank-you," Jane breathed.
"For what?" I asked quietly as I reached for the soft ropes lying in
the grass.
"For taking them away before I got cut. I. I couldn't hold it any
longer. I didn't want to lose a nipple. Thank-you."
I smiled. I guess because she knew that she was about to be sent back,
she assumed that I was capable of anything. Truthfully, had I cut her,
I probably would have fainted. Blood, especially female blood, makes
me lightheaded. I was being careful as much for myself as for her.
Silently, I began to wrap the rope around her upper chest, running
rope securely above and below her bare breasts. She didn't squirm, but
seemed to be more interested in the sensations happening between her
legs. As I began to wrap the base of each breast in rope, and the
sensations of pressure began to increase she opened her eyes.
"Can I ask what you ware doing?"
"What do you think?"
"Tying up my boobs?"
"Good guess."
"Why?"
"You'll see."
"I'm not going to like it am I?"
"You will. On one level."
"Oh God."
I felt her tense as she tried to push down onto Christi's teasing
fingers.
Soon her breasts were tight, tied adequately for my purposes. I traced
the sensitive flesh, feeling the unnatural tightness of her soft skin.
Jane gasped.
"It hurts," she whispered.
"It's supposed to."
"Last time ..." she began.
"I tied you up like this, you got it across 'em," I finished her
thought for her.
"Oh God. Please no. I can't take it."
"You don't have much choice, my dear."
"Oh God."
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She squirmed a bit in the bonds, feeling the unusual sensation of her
bound breasts on her chest.
"Remember that you aren't to scream."
She closed her eyes. "If you hit my boobs, I can't. Please don't do
this to me. Hit me somewhere else."
"How about if I hit *someone* else?"
I watched as her numb mind worked. Realized that I would be hitting
Christi instead of her. She definitely didn't want that. Christi
didn't enjoy this kind of thing at all and even though it would
protect Jane's skin, this was for Jane. She slowly shook her head. Out
of the corner of my eye, I saw Christi's fingers hesitate between
Jane's legs as she clued into my offering her skin instead. Of course,
I knew that Jane wouldn't let it get to that.
"Remember. No screaming."
"Can I talk?"
"Just don't raise your voice. After the first two, you can scream for
me."
"Believe me, I will. Christ. I don't know if I can do this."
"Try."
Her eyes registered understanding. I wouldn't punish her if she
couldn't do it, as long as she made her best effort. I couldn't
imagine how she could even think with the sensations from her crotch
mixed in with fear of that simple whip about to mark her beautiful
breasts.
I lined up on her bound breasts and made two practice swings. She
flinched both times, gritting her teeth, expecting the searing pain.
The third swing connected with the tops of her breasts. I couldn't hit
her hard since I didn't want the taut skin to break and it was a very
real danger with her like this. However, with her breasts bound as
tightly as they were any touch was going to hurt her, even something
as simple as a fingernail scratching gently down her skin. The crop
would have been unbearable.
She threw back her head, whipping her hair around as she struggled
with the agony of the crop. I could see the red mark beginning to form
as soon as the crop fell away from her. I was sure she was going to
howl like a wounded animal. Instead her self control kicked in and she
hissed through her teeth. She managed to hold her vocal chords from
crying out her pain. I have no idea how.
"Oh God. You bastard," she spoke finally in a conversational tone.
"You have no fucking idea how much that hurts. I didn't remember how
much that hurt. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Please no more. Hurt me somewhere
else. Not there again. I can't. I'll scream."
There really wasn't anything stopping her from screaming. I wasn't
about to stop her, and she knew in her heart that I wouldn't punish
her. I had no idea why she was holding it in.
"Ready?"
"No."
I lined up carefully on her heaving chest. I'd meant to hit the
bottoms of her breasts, but when the crop fell, she flinched and
managed to get her nipples directly into the line of fire. The crop
landed squarely on her still erect nipples, crossing them both with a
fine red line. I thought that she would either bring down the branch
or dislocate her arms. She twisted violently, her hair damp and
whipping around as she tried to get away. Somehow, she managed to keep
her lips shut around the muffled cry of agony that threatened to
emerge. I have no idea how she managed it. I felt bad for her. I
hadn't intended to put her in that much pain. Tears were running down
her face, and she had managed to pull herself away from Christi's
fingers. As Christi moved to touch the girl again, I motioned for her
to stop. I thought that Jane had enough on her mind, without worrying
about the sensations there.
Her voice finally came out, choked but soft. "Jesus Christ. You didn't
have to hit my nipples," she said through her tears, as though I'd
betrayed her. Truthfully, I felt like I had. "I can't feel them, and I
can. It hurts so FUCKING much. Owie," she sobbed as she stood there
unable to move or to strike out at me. She wanted to, I could see it
in the set of the her nude body. If she was free, nothing could have
stopped her from trying to hurt me back. I couldn't blame the girl.
I dropped the crop in the grass and held her. Enough for now.
Finally, she allowed herself to press herself uncomfortably into my
shoulder and cry herself out. I held her for a number of minutes until
the shaking in her bare body receded.
"I'm. I'm sorry," she mumbled as I released her from the hug.
"You're sorry?" I looked at her incredulously.
"I did this to myself. I got myself into this. I shouldn't blame you."
"It hurt. I know. If it means anything, I didn't mean to get your
nipples."
She hung in her restraints, and sniffled. "I. I'm alright. It hurt. It
still does. But you can continue. I can scream now, right?"
I nodded, a half smile playing about my lips. I was sure that she'd
beg to get out by now. But she hadn't. She was a strong girl.
"Christi?" I spoke to the girl on her knees behind Jane.
"You didn't have to hit her that hard. She's there because she wants
to be. Not because of your twisted games. Go easy on her," Christi
spoke for the first time.
"It wasn't intentional," I assured Christi. "If you don't want to be
involved anymore, I can let you go now ..."
Christi paled. "I. I didn't mean ..."
"I know," I reassured Christi. "Relax. I was just offering you a way
out, if you didn't want to go through the next part."
"Next part?"
"Yeah," I rooted through the pack and came up with a less painful
stranded whip. This would hurt Jane, but nothing compared to the crop.
I handed the small whip to Christi who took it and held it limply at
her thigh. She looked at me, her mouth forming the word of protest.
"Please no," she whispered to me.
"You've done it before."
"Because she wanted it, and I couldn't hit her hard, even then."
I glanced over at Jane. Her bare breasts were heaving and she was
twisting again in the bonds. Her feet were dancing over the grass in
her attempts to get more comfortable.
Jane spoke softly from the branch. "Christi? Honey? Mayer isn't here.
And I hurt." She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts and her
strength. "I'm here because I want to be. Honestly. I'm not sure what
happened between us that night, but I'm willing to try this again."
She paused again, shorter this time. "Christi. Sweety? I want this. I
want you to hit me. Just go gentle on my boobs. Okay?"
Christi swallowed heavily as I watched her face. She took a breath,
and stared at me.
"It doesn't seem right," she spoke softly to me. Her eyes were
betraying her though. The bright blue orbs were shining, almost
anticipating it. Her dominant side, the part of her that was aroused
by the power aspects of sex, were rising in her despite her desires to
keep them quelled.
"You can do it. If not for me, for Jane," I touched her shoulder
gently as I spoke. She was shaking a little as she stood there.
She nodded, not understanding Jane, not understanding herself. She
nodded anyway.
I settled back into the soft grass as Christi turned on her bare heel
and began to walk towards Jane. The whip swung gently by her side as
she carried it towards her friend and perhaps lover.
I was close enough to the girls that I could hear them.
"You sure?" Christi whispered to the bound girl.
Jane nodded, staring at Christi's face. "I want you to do this to me.
I want you. Please?"
Christi glanced back at me once, her eyes shining with unshed tears. I
nodded to her. Jane honestly did want this, with part of her being.
She was somehow suppressing her mind, letting her sensations take her
through this. She might hate herself afterward, but not for long. Not
this time.
Christi slowly brought the whip up and let it fall against Jane's
unprotected side. The strands curled around her hip, striking the back
of Jane's body. Jane grunted as the pain washed over her body.
I watched as Christi slowly let the whip fall against Jane's skin. She
moved around her, striking her back, her thighs, her flat stomach,
even her calves. Jane's tears fell constantly from her eyes, but she
never cried out or begged or protested at the treatment. She twisted
occasionally, trying to avoid a blow, but she couldn't move far and
only managed to succeed in getting the strike in a different place.
Christi moved slowly and methodically around Jane's body, letting the
pain peak before administering the next blow. Her aim and strength
improved as she spent more time with Jane, somehow knowing what the
maximum that Jane could take was without seriously hurting her or
making her beg.
Finally, Christi stood easily on the balls of her bare feet in front
of Jane. She swung the whip easily through the air, not striking her
friend any longer. She waited until Jane raised her face to look at
her. Tears coursed down Jane's face as she struggled with the residual
pain of the whipping. Her skin was a faint red over most of her body.
"Oh Jane," Christi dropped the whip to her side and reached forward
with her free hand. She gently wiped at Jane's cheeks, trying to
staunch the flow of tears. She unconsciously tasted the liquid from
her finger. I knew how salty the tears would be. I was tempted to take
my own taste. Jane wouldn't have minded. Christi carefully brushed the
mussed hair from Jane's shoulders towards her back.
Jane closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them again. She
stared into Christi's eyes, bracing herself.
Christi slowly raised the whip and eyes locked let the whip crash
against Jane's bound vulnerable breasts. Jane managed to hold the gaze
for a moment and then closed her eyes and let her head rock backward,
spilling her hair down her back.
"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Jane cried out into the uncaring
world. "Jesus. Christ. Please. No more. My boobs. Oh my God. Please."
Christi waited for the pain to subside, and then repeated the blow
after Jane raised her head and locked gaze again. This time Jane
collapsed. I watched as her thighs gave out, and she hung limply from
her handcuffs. I watched a trickle of blood appear as her weight dug
the steel into her small wrists.
"Aaaeeeeeeiiiiiiiii. Please. God. No more. My boobs. I can't take
anymore. I hurt. Let me down. Please. Please. Please?" she begged into
the skies and perhaps to the tree holding her body.
Christi raised the whip again. She was shaking. I quickly rose to my
feet and grasped her wrist before she could strike Jane again. Despite
her pain, despite not being able to stand, Jane had locked her teary
eyes back on Christi's, silently begging her. For what, I'm not sure.
"Enough," I whispered. "She can't take anymore. She's exhausted."
And she was. She still hadn't managed to take her weight off her
wrists. I was truly afraid that she'd get seriously hurt with this
play. And I cared about her.
Christi immediately dropped the whip and ran to Jane, trying to help
support her weight, hugging her fiercely, oblivious to the fact that
she was probably hurting Jane in the process.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I got carried away. Forgive me. Please,
Jane. Please?" Christi murmured the words into Jane's ear. Jane was
shaking with her sobbing. Her whole body a mass of pain.
Christi murmured other apologies quietly as I let them embrace. At
last Christi separated from Jane. Jane maintained her posture despite
her trembling thighs. She was still crying softly but it wasn't the
heart wrenching sobs that had been caused by the whip on her breasts.
I stroked Jane's face gently, trailing my finger down her fine jaw
line. She smiled up at me weakly, through the tears.
"You alright?" I asked her.
"I've been better," she whispered.
I nodded, understanding. She was still fighting the daemons. I let my
finger trail down her hot body, between her heaving breasts, bumping
over the ropes, touching her belly button, and finding my way through
her sparse down and separating her lips. She was far more lubricated
than I'd expected. And I was expecting a lot. She was practically
leaking her arousal. She cried out as my finger found her swollen
clitoris. She tried her best to press herself into my touch. I teased
her for a moment, realizing that it wasn't going to take much to push
her over the edge.
"Better?" I asked her. I was quite sure that I'd taken her mind off
her breasts, at least for a moment.
She nodded, breathing really hard. She moaned desperately as I
withdrew my fingers from her.
I bent to the grass at her feet and picked up the blue gag and the
nipple clamps. She watched in trepidation as I straightened.
"Please no. I just want to cum, now. Please, no more. I don't want to
be gagged. And I hate the clamps. Oh God. No more. Please."
I smiled at her. She was going to have to wait for a little while
before I let her climax. She was twisting in the bonds.
I turned to Christi. "You can refuse, if you want."
She somehow understood what I wanted her to do. She walked over to me
and Jane and slowly fell to her knees. Her fingers traced along Jane's
hot skin and gently touched her, stroking her knowingly. Jane gasped,
not caring who was touching her, as long as she was touched.
"Don't let her," I whispered to Christi. Jane moaned as she realized
that she wasn't going to be allowed to climax. Not yet.
I watched as Christi again let her fingers gently enter the bound
girl, pumping at a very slow maddening pace. She took a deep breath
and leaned forward. I could see as Christi's tongue caressed the girl
above her. Jane spreading her thighs as far as she could, wanting more
than the slow maddening touches.
I held up the gag and waited until Jane opened her brown eyes. Her
eyes registered understanding and pain and acceptance. She gazed into
my eyes as she struggled to ignore the sensations from between her
legs long enough to do what I wanted from her. She opened her pretty
mouth and held it open waiting. I gently pressed the blue ball behind
her teeth. She held it without further complaint while I moved around
her to buckle the leather straps behind her head, trapping her long
brunette hair under the strap. She wouldn't have the gag long. I just
wanted to see her in it one last time.
Her muffled moans began again as soon as the gag was secured. I hadn't
wrenched it into her mouth, this wasn't a punishment. I could see her
probing at the gag with her tongue, but satisfied that she was going
to be silent like it or not, she accepted it.
I reached forward and lightly stroked her nipples. She shook her head
a little in protest, but when her nipples reacted to the stimulus of
my fingers, she hung her head and again accepted her fate. I carefully
tightened the nipple clamps onto her erect nipples until I saw a look
of pain cross her features. She wailed into the gag. I did the same to
her other nipple until she was supporting the light chain between them
only by her upthrust and aching nipples.
As the pain dulled, her breathing returned to a more normal pace. At
least normal for a sexually aroused female being taken further down
the path to oblivion.
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I wandered back a few meters and sat down in the grass. I watched the
two girls as they slowly moved together. Jane's eyes were closed as
she absorbed the sensations from Christi's fingers and tongue, and the
throbs from her bound and clamped breasts. She was breathing heavily
and I was surprised that Christi was able to hold her on the edge
without letting her over. I was actually surprised that Jane wasn't
falling over the edge at the slightest touch of wind.
I watched them for a few more minutes, just enjoying the sight of
them. Jane's nudity and helplessness, her gagged mouth, her brown hair
cascading behind her, her soft muffled moans. Christi, still clothed,
kneeling easily in the grass, concentrating. Her upturned bare feet
buried into the soft blades of grass even looked beautiful as she
knelt there. I couldn't let them go. They were simply too precious.
How could I?
I took a deep breath and rose to my feet. I gently touched Christi's
shoulder causing her to break away from her pleasant task. She left
her two fingers buried inside of Jane, but turned her head to look up
at me, questions flowing across her face.
"Can I let her cum?" she asked quietly, still pumping gently with her
right hand. I could see Jane's lubrication coating Christi's fingers.
Jane was nodding and moaning, desperately wanting her release.
I gently shook my head, leaned down and gently pulled Christi's arm so
that it withdrew from teasing Jane. Jane cried out through her gag,
tears forming in her eyes. I could see the arousal painted on her
face, her disappointment, her need.
Slowly I guided Christi to her bare feet, taking her a few meters from
Jane. As she rose, she moved to wipe her fingers on her jeans. I
softly touched her hand, feeling the wetness myself, stopping her from
doing so. She looked at me quizzically until comprehension dawned on
her. She was used to the taste anyway from tonguing Jane so she didn't
protest as she licked her fingers clean.
We sat in the grass, our legs outstretched. Christi's eyes were glued
to the crying female with her arms held above her. The female that
she'd just been stopped from pleasuring. Her friend that only wanted
an orgasm, more than she even wanted to be let out of her restraints,
more than anything else in the world.
She spoke softly, "She needs release."
"I know. She'll get it."
"She'll hurt herself when she ... you finally let her."
"I'll try to make sure she doesn't."
We were silent for a moment, both captivated by the sight of Jane.
"She's only seventeen," Christi spoke again. "I couldn't imagine
myself being as strong as her at seventeen."
"She's incredible. But you all are. Were."
Christi turned her eyes from Jane and looked at me.
"I don't want to go back."
"I know. I don't want to send you back."
"I want to use my one wish. Will you let me?"
I had wanted to finish with Jane before we got into this with Christi,
but I shrugged. I wanted Jane to be beyond ready, insane before I
finished with her. I wanted the proverbial earth to move for her. I
nodded.
I waited for a few minutes, but Christi took her time. Perhaps
savouring the moment.
She started haltingly, "I. I know this sounds crazy. And it probably
is. But. I. I really don't want to go back. I like it here despite
what you do to us. Maybe the effect won't come after you've let
everyone else go. Maybe we'll be okay, just the two of us."
I started to protest. It wasn't the number of bubbles, or the
difficulty of maintaining them. It was the fact that I was on the
wrong timeline, maintaining anything beyond the primary timeline. She
held her finger to my lips, so soft.
She continued, "I. I want my last wish to be not to stop this. Send
Jane back, and ..."
Her eyes teared up as I slowly shook my head.
"Christi, dear. I'd do anything to keep us here, but I can't. We have
to leave. It's too dangerous. Even us being here now is dangerous.
It's your life ... and mine ... that we're talking about here. I'm not
willing to risk your existence."
A single tear dripped down her soft cheek. She seemed resigned as if
she'd known what the answer would be.
"I am," she whispered. I didn't reply to her. There wasn't a reply.
She may have been willing to risk herself, but I wasn't.
She spoke softly, I doubt if Jane could hear. Not that she would be
listening to us anyway.
"It seems so long ago," she almost whispered. "You pointed a gun at
me, and I swore I'd do anything to kill you. I'd do anything to
escape. And you did such awful things. Made me do such awful things.
I. I hated you. But you never whipped me. I don't know why ..." her
voice trailed off.
She seemed to want an answer from me. One I didn't have. I just
watched her face. She was crying softly as she spoke.
At last, she found her voice again and continued.
"I don't know why. It's dumb. I'm dumb. But every time you touched
Jane, or Amy, or Elizabeth, I felt an ache. I still do, though I'm
getting used to it. I cared about you. I know that you can't care
about me the same way, and it hurts, but I've learned to accept it and
be quiet ..." she paused for a moment. "Jane told me not to do this.
And I love her. I love her almost as much as I've loved anyone. You
taught me that. That it was alright to love someone, even if it was
crazy or if she was the same sex as I was. I wish that I could
remember all this when I go back."
I swallowed, not sure if I should let her ramble on, or stop her
before she said something she'd regret. Jane was probably right,
Christi probably should have kept these things to herself. For the
sake of her own sanity. On the other hand, it seemed like it was
helping her, so I sat back and allowed her to talk about her heart.
Her soft voice continued. "I know that I've changed from the girl you
took so long ago. I'm still her, but I feel better about myself. I
know that sounds insane, and maybe it is. I had this dominant
personality before. You never really saw it, because you had never met
me in any other situation than being ultimately under your control. I
guess I still am dominant. Whipping Jane did turn me on, much as I
hate to admit it. But I don't mind being under your control. Oh God.
Jane, I'm sorry. I'd be happy being under your control forever. I
don't know why, but I'd like to. And I'll never get that chance. I
love you, and I don't even know your name."
I closed my eyes. Underneath, somewhere, I knew that about Christi. I
knew that this was going to happen. Jane had warned me long, long ago.
Begged me not to do this to the female sitting in the grass beside me.
I couldn't love her as much as she loved me, and I think she knew
that. It didn't matter to her. Love is a strange thing. But I still
felt like I was taking advantage of her. In my own way, I suppose that
I did love her. But I loved all of them.
When I opened my eyes, she was kneeling in the grass beside me, facing
me. Her bright blue eyes shone into me, tears still falling gently.
Again she spoke softly, in a whisper.
"I so much wanted to use my wish to make you love me as I think I love
you. But I know that you can't, so I won't even ask."
Her tears began to fall even faster from her eyes. She continued and I
could barely hear her, even though she was only millimeters from my
face.
"I want to make love to you," she said. "One last time, before we go.
That's something that you can't refuse. Is it?"
I shook my head. I wasn't about to say no to that. Even if I couldn't
fall in love with her the way she wanted, I could do this for her.
Her tears began to fall harder as she forced herself to continue.
"I don't want you to gag me. Even if I slip and say something that I
shouldn't while we make love. Okay?"
I nodded. I wasn't going to punish her for anything. She was far too
precious to me at this point. I may have briefly fallen for her,
despite all my defenses.
"If you want to tie me up for this, I don't mind."
"Do *you* want to be tied up?" I asked her.
She thought about it for a moment and then slowly shook her head.
"I want to be able to touch you, if you'll let me."
I nodded. This was her wish, so her desires went. For now.
Her tears still hadn't stopped. Her fingers were playing with the
bottom of her sweater. She took a deep breath and I thought that she
was going to remove it for the last time.
Instead, she released the sweater and looked into my eyes. Her tears
were still falling slowly and silently, but not in a flood. Just soft
female crying because she didn't know what else to do.
"I. You," she stammered. "If you want to cut these off me, I don't
mind. Or I can take it off. Or you can ..."
I was tempted to ask her again what she wanted, but I didn't. I could
tell from her voice what she wanted.
"Christi?"
She looked up at me as I reached forward and tugged at her top. I
closed my eyes as I pulled it over her head. She raised her arms to
help. When I opened them, she was still kneeling, but bare chested.
Her nipples were hard and they rose and fell rapidly with her
breathing. She stood, balancing easily on her bare feet. She quickly
unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her long legs. They pooled
at her ankles and she stepped out of them.
She was absolutely stunning. I had seen her naked before, many times.
Had seen her naked and restrained. Had seen her hurting. Had seen her
pleading. Had seen her upset, angry, loving, shy, and noble. Nothing
compared to her nudity right here and now washed in the morning
sunlight. She stood there for a moment, taking in my stare and gently
laughing. Tears were still falling from her eyes, but that was easing.
"I told you, I'd cry when you made me strip."
"I'm not making you strip."
"I know. It's still hard," she whispered.
I nodded as she knelt back down. I felt her soft body as it pressed
into mine as she embraced me. Her soft lips found mine and kissed with
a passion that I had never felt from any of the girls before. I fell
into her lips and her breath. I felt her fingers tugging at my
clothing, felt the fabric parting and slipping from my skin. I helped
her and soon I was as naked as she. The grass felt wonderful against
my back and legs. I was overwhelmed by the sheer exposure.
I felt her lips leave mine and her tongue softly tracing down my skin.
I felt her hot breath tickling my pubic hair as she began to gently
lick at me. Her fingers played with my skin, her bare breasts lightly
brushing the insides of my thighs. Despite the amount of sex that I'd
already enjoyed today, I found myself reacting to her caresses and her
mouth. Soon I was hard and accepting the warmth of her tongue. I could
feel every small sensation from her breath from her nose to her teeth
lightly grazing my penis. I opened my eyes, feeling Jane watching us.
Over Christi's bent form I could see the poor girl, still restrained
and gagged, watching us. We were so free, allowed to enjoy ourselves.
Such a contrast to her intense frustration.
I gasped as Christi's mouth left me. I felt empty, like I needed to
have her connection. Needed her touch on me. She shifted herself, her
bare legs spreading. She straddled me, her fingers guiding me.
She gasped as my penis touched her lips. I could feel her arousal.
"Christi?" I whispered to her.
She glanced up at me, frightened that she had done something wrong.
She halted before I entered her.
I reached for my jeans that were lying in the grass beside me. I could
feel Christi trembling above me, not sure what I was doing.
I fished a small chrome key out of my front pocket and held it out to
her.
"Now?" she whispered, disbelief on her face.
I slowly nodded, not wanting to. I wanted to be in her, with her,
almost more than anything else in the world.
She swallowed heavily and sat back, letting me fall free of her
fingers. I could feel her heat on my thighs as she sighed. She was
flushed, her nipples like small bullets. She idly stroked her left
nipple with her fingers as she reached for the key.
She struggled to her feet as I lay there, unmoving. I watched as she
gave me a dirty look, but continued the few steps towards Jane. Again
she touched herself, between her legs. If I wasn't mistaken she'd
actually run the key through her lips. She swayed, wanting touches,
wanting love, wanting to touch.
She carefully hugged Jane, careful of her bound breasts, careful of
her nipples still painfully clamped. She kissed her on the lips, her
lips tracing Jane's stretched lips around the gag.
Jane looked at her with pleading eyes. Her arms had been stretched
above her for so long. They had to be aching horribly. There was some
dried blood that had run down her right arm from where she'd cut
herself against the handcuff.
Christi turned towards me. "Can I take out her gag? Please?"
I shook my head. I wanted her gagged for a little while more. I just
wanted her free of the tree.
Christi stretched up on her toes and carefully inserted the chrome key
I'd given to her into the cuffs. The right cuff snapped free with a
jolt. Her support gone, Jane collapsed to her knees in the grass. Her
face was a mask of pain as her hands immediately went to cradle her
bouncing breasts. She fingered the nipple clamps, gasping through the
gag, but didn't make any move to remove them or the bindings on her
breasts. I couldn't imagine the pain that she was enduring. Her
breasts were beginning to fade from red to a light shade of blue. I
wouldn't be able, nor did I want, to leave her in the torments very
much longer.
"Behind her, Christi."
Jane gave me a pleading look. One of those
haven't-I-been-through-enough, looks. I couldn't blame her. She was
aching, and not simply from the bondage. I was surprised that she
hadn't plunged a hand between her legs as soon as she fell.
Christi gave me a dirty look as well, but she obeyed. Jane didn't
resist as Christi pulled her hands behind her back and refastened
them. Jane pulled in frustration at her wrists but she was probably
glad that I'd released her from the tree.
"Help her, Christi. Come here. Both of you."
Between them, the girls struggled through the grass. Jane still on her
knees. Jane knelt there quietly, not being able to speak.
I sat up, suddenly conscious of my nudity.
"Jane?" I spoke gently to her.
She looked at me with tear streaked eyes. She began to cry again,
mostly from frustration, I suspect. She really didn't like gags.
I motioned for Christi to remove it. She fumbled behind Jane's head
for a moment, but eventually succeeded. Jane pushed it out of her
mouth into Christi's hand.
"Please," she begged.
"Do you need the nipple clamps off as well?" I asked her gently.
She knelt and thought about it. She, of course, wanted them off but
she had something else on her mind. She turned slowly to Christi. It
seemed so surreal, this bound and naked girl talking so easily to the
other free girl.
"Christi? Sweety? I won't ask if you don't want me to."
Jane's face was completely flushed. I had no idea what was flowing
through that pretty head of hers.
Christi turned her head away and closed her eyes. I could almost see
the wheels turning. She obviously knew what Jane was talking about.
Slowly, Christi turned her eyes back to Jane's earnest face. She
nodded slowly as though she was giving orders to a firing squad to
terminate a life.
Jane licked her lips and whispered, "Thank, you, Christi. I love you."
Christi just nodded, tears springing to her eyes again.
Jane took a huge breath and spoke to me, her voice calm and studied,
almost as though she'd rehearsed this.
"I. I've had to have sex for you. A lot. And I can't say I always
enjoyed it. But you've taught me so much about myself, and my
sexuality, and my mind. I'm not like Christi. I love her dearly,
perhaps more than I should, and I didn't want to hurt her."
At this point she turned to the other girl. She whispered a quick
apology again,
"I know I'm hurting you Christi, and I wouldn't, but this is my last
chance. Please. I know you love him, and I don't, but this. This is my
last chance. My only chance. I do love you."
She turned back to me, tears now coursing down her cheeks. Christi had
simply looked away.
"I. I don't love you, and I never will. I care about you, and though
it sounds strange I appreciate some of what you've taught to me. I'm
not sure I'll ever be everything I can be, but this ... situation ...
has allowed me to do things I might never ever get to do again." She
paused as though to gather her courage. "I. I. I don't care if you
untie me. Whatever you want. But I want to make love to you. Once
before you send me away. Please?"
I couldn't say no to her. Both these girls were special to me. But her
request had surprised me a little. Jane had offered herself so often.
And I'd never taken advantage of it. I'm not quite sure why. Jane was
strong, and rebellious, and so perceptive. I guess I never thought of
her as needing this. That somehow she could get what she needed no
matter what I did to her. She simply wanted the experience. I knew
that she couldn't love me, but I suspected that she cared. Somehow.
I turned to Christi, who was kneeling quietly beside Jane. She was
wiping at tears again which were falling from her eyes.
"Christi?" I spoke quietly to her. "You don't have to stay here if you
don't want. I'll come get you when we're done."
This caused further tears to fall from her eyes. Her sobs hurt me, as
I'm sure they hurt Jane.
"Christi," Jane spoke quietly. "I don't have to do this. I can do
myself. Or maybe I could do it with you instead. That time we were
together. I mean, when we were in there," she glanced up at Mayer's
window, "It was really special to me. I loved you. And I still do. I
don't want to hurt you."
Christi spoke gently. "Don't. I'll be fine. I've shared before, and
... I'm used to it. I think."
"No you aren't, and you never will be," Jane spoke. I have no idea how
this girl maintained her composure being bound with her nipples on
fire. "I don't have to do this."
Christi turned and touched Jane's face. "I love you too. I don't know
how, or why, but I do. You deserve this. More than anyone, including
me. We can share," her face had set into a mask of determination. She
was sacrificing for Jane. She really did care for Jane, and always
had. She leaned forward and gently kissed Jane's lips.
Jane nodded. "Thank-you," she whispered.
Christi turned towards me and came to some decision.
"I'll stay, if you'll let me."
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I nodded, agreeing that Christi could stay.
Jane spoke quietly from her kneeling position in the grass.
"Can this slave beg to have her breasts freed?"
"Why?" I asked her as she stared at me with her deep brown eyes.
Her expression was a classic what-kind-of-stupid-question-is-that? But
she managed to control her mouth, knowing mouthing off wasn't going to
help her.
"Master. Please. This slave hurts. She doesn't want to hurt anymore."
I sat up and idly traced my finger down her right breast. The flesh
was taut and straining against the ropes squeezing her. The clamps
were still tightly compressing her nipples. It did look very
uncomfortable. Her bare breasts were slightly discoloured from the
bondage, but she wasn't really in any danger of having true
circulation problems there.
Even though I'm sure that my touch was causing her discomfort, she
knelt still, grimacing.
I let my finger trace down between her breasts, feeling the roughness
of the ropes there. I let it drag on the chain between her nipples
causing her to cry to out. I continued down until I touched her pubic
hair. I toyed with it, as though I owned it. I suppose I did, in a
way. She moaned at the sensations, as I lightly pulled at her hair and
softly stroked her sex.
I glanced quickly at Christi kneeling nude beside us. Her face was a
mask of disappointment, but she hadn't started crying yet. She held
herself a little stiff, but didn't interfere. When she caught my
glance at her, she tried to smile. It didn't really succeed, but at
least she had tried.
I let my finger slip between Jane's lips, finding her as wet as
Christi had indicated earlier. I was surprised at her arousal, though
I suppose that I could understand it. After all, this was my intent
from the start of this. Jane was moaning and struggling to keep
herself still as I explored her. I could feel the slight movement of
her hips as she knelt. I couldn't imagine the effort she was putting
into keeping still. As I lightly circled her swollen clitoris she
shuddered. Fearful that she was going to go over the edge before I
wanted her to, I withdrew my fingers. She cried out, almost begging
for the touch to resume.
Instead, I lay back in the grass. Jane watched and sighed as she
watched my movements. She swallowed heavily, twisting at her
restraints. The poor creature only wanted to climax. She was the one
in chains, and in pain, and she was expected to do the work. She
shuddered, but rose up on her knees and shuffled forward towards me. I
could feel her heat as she moved up my legs. I had to stop her as she
pressed herself into my thighs as she made her way slowly up my body,
rubbing herself and sighing.
She straddled me, her thigh muscles quivering. Her eyes shone with
tears as she struggled. She twisted her body trying to help herself,
trying to reach around with her bound hands. Her efforts were
unsuccessful. She couldn't reach around herself to touch me, to guide
me into her. Finally she collapsed, letting herself fall against me. I
was pressed up between her folds, where I'd never been before. I
wasn't inside of her, but she began to rub herself slowly up and down
the length of me, gasping.
"Jane?"
"Please no. Let me climax. Please."
"Not like this."
She stopped her movements, crying in frustration.
"I can't get you inside. Not like this. And you won't help. Please. I
want you inside me. I'm begging you."
She rose up again off me. I could still feel her heat even from that
far away. I began to reach forward to help her when I felt another
light touch. I gasped as Christi moved forward and reached for me.
She took a deep breath and held me. Jane leaned forward and kissed
Christi's cheek as she positioned herself over top of me. Christi used
her hands in place of Jane's trapped ones to guide me inside of the
girl. I couldn't imagine the will power and self sacrifice that it
must have taken her, but she did it. I cried out and closed my eyes as
I felt Jane engulf me. Jane cried out at the sensations, throwing her
own head back. She sat still, and I couldn't help but enjoy the
softness of her, her arousal, her gentle internal pulsing.
I opened my eyes as a shadow crossed them. My vision was full of a
blonde slit hovering a few centimeters above my face. I glanced
forward, between the silky thighs on either side of my head and saw
Jane rocking herself very slowly, impaled on me. Her eyes were closed,
and her tormented breasts were rising and falling with a fervor that I
don't think I'd ever seen on her.
Christi glanced down at me between her legs, smiling.
"I'll move if you want," she said mischievously.
I didn't say anything. Like I wanted her to move. Like hell.
Satisfied with my lack of an answer, she said to me softly, "I don't
want to cum like this. Alright?"
It sounded a bit too much like an order for my liking.
"You'll climax if I tell you to," I mentioned to her as I lifted my
hands to stroke at her soft skin of the backs of her thighs.
"Yes, Master," Christi spoke quietly, probably more to appease me. She
knew that if she didn't anger me, I'd do as she wanted.
She lowered herself slightly and brought herself on quivering thighs
to my mouth. I gently licked at her, enjoying her sweetness and her
soft skin. I found her clitoris, completely engorged, and teased her.
I could hear her moans as she pressed herself down, trying to tell me
silently where to touch her. Smiling to myself, I refused, I licked
her, but purposely to tease. She ground herself down as I touched her
with my tongue. I could hear her soft begging.
I tried to concentrate on Jane's tightness, her slow rhythmic rocking.
I'd had so much sex this morning that I was a little numb. I had
excellent control of this. Jane could probably ride me as hard as she
liked and I would have to concentrate completely to climax in her. So
I wasn't too worried about performance. I continued to lick Christi
until she tensed. Crying out, she pulled herself away from me.
The girl was breathing very heavily as she climbed off my face. I
watched her in amusement as she knelt beside us. Her bare breasts were
dancing with her arousal. She was flushed from head to toe.
"I. I didn't want to cum that way," she spoke in explanation. My
teasing had driven her to the point of climax, despite how careful to
only tease her I'd been.
I watched as she let her own fingers drop between her thighs and give
herself a touch. She looked like she was trying to keep herself on the
edge without going over.
I let my gaze wander to the girl currently teasing my penis. She was
beginning to find a slow rhythm, rocking herself and slowly riding me.
I have no idea why she wasn't pushing herself harder. She was one hot
little girl and she seemed to be prolonging this, trying to make it
last.
"Janey?" I called gently to her.
She looked up and opened her eyes. She twisted in her cuffs a little,
but managed to answer. Her eyes were glazed.
"Yes, Master?"
"What's the matter?"
"Matter, sir?" she stopped her rhythm, settling herself down with me
completely buried in her softness. "Aren't you enjoying it?"
"You don't seem to be working towards a climax."
"I. This slave doesn't have permission to climax."
She was still deep in this submissive role. But I had a feeling that
this wasn't her problem.
"You do now," I spoke gently to her.
"Does her master want more?" she asked, still a little glazed.
"I want what you want," I answered her. "I don't mind if you want to
keep it slow."
She licked her lips. "I. This slave apologizes. She. She likes this.
Please don't misunderstand. She loves this. But she also knows that
..." she voice trailed off.
"What?" I asked her. For some reason I was getting concerned.
"I wanted to do this. I really did. But. I. I can't climax like this."
"Huh?"
Jane continued patiently. "I like intercourse. Don't get me wrong. I.
I feel full, and I love the sensations, but I can't get enough. Some
women can't. I can't climax like this. I never have."
I smiled at her. This I could understand. I wondered how long she
meant to keep this wonderful sex up for me, before she admitted her
inability to me.
Christi spoke quietly from her position in the grass. I glanced over
to her. Her hand was still stroking her nipples and vagina, although
she wasn't allowing herself to dip inside to give her the stimulation
that she no doubt desired.
"Can, I help?" Christi asked softly. I wasn't sure if she was
addressing me or Jane.
"You can remove her clamps," I told Christi quietly. Jane looked up in
surprise, probably expecting to wear them until I let her go.
Christi moved her bare body towards Jane and reached out, stroking
Jane's bound breasts. Jane cried out at the touch and I could feel her
reaction from inside.
"This is going to hurt, Janey. But you want them off, right?" Christi
whispered to the shaking girl.
Jane simply nodded and braced herself. The clamps had been tight and
removal was going to throb and stab her. She'd been through this
before.
I watched and reacted to Jane's squirming as Christi, as gently as she
could, began to loosen the screws. Jane screamed as the first clamp
fell from her trapped nipple. Blood rushed back into her nubbin and
caused her to shake. I had to concentrate on holding back as she
pulsed with the pain. She pulsed and struggled as her other nipple
fell free of the clamps.
Christi watched Jane as she struggled to hold herself still through
the waves of pain. I could feel her quivering on me. At last Jane
opened her eyes and resumed her slow rhythm on me. She hissed through
her teeth, "Goddamn, that hurt. I'm sorry."
Christi bent and gently kissed at the swollen nipples that were riding
back and forth in front of her. Jane moaned at the new sensations.
I watched as Christi moved her blonde head from Jane's chest and began
to kiss her. The women kissed gently and passionately as Jane
continued her slow movements. I watched as Christi's hand stole down
her body to stroke at herself. I watched as her arousal built once
again to a fever pitch. Jane began to increase the tempo of her
thrusts. She was getting tired, I could tell, but she wanted her
climax more than words could express.
Christi's hand left her own lips and reached forward. I had a clear
view of the slender fingers brushing at Jane's pubic hair. Slowly
Christi's fingers traced through the coarseness and found the
softness. I gasped as I felt her fingers brushing at my sensitive skin
as Jane continued her thrusting, becoming longer and a little faster
with each stroke. I was beginning to have to concentrate to prevent my
climax. Between Christi's soft fingers and Jane's wetness, I was
having trouble controlling it.
I knew that Christi was teasing Jane. I could see her fingers bringing
Jane to the point of orgasm, then slowing, teasing unbearably. Jane
broke their kiss, her lips moving soundlessly.
I almost couldn't hear the words from Jane.
"Hit me. Please."
Christi backed away from kissing Jane.
"I can't, honey. I love you dearly, but I can't."
Jane whimpered as Christi's hands kept up her stimulation. Her
breasts. Her sore nipples. And her clitoris. All teased, slowly. Her
thrusts were becoming more urgent, more sensual.
"Please?" Jane whispered.
Christi looked helplessly at me, not knowing what to do.
"I can't reach her," I spoke gently to Christi.
Christi licked her lips and turned slowly back to Jane. She kissed her
again, softly on the lips.
"I. I love you, Janey," Christi whispered.
I watched as she leaned back to regard the straining girl in front of
her. She switched her hands, moving her left to slowly tease Jane
between her legs. Knowing exactly what Jane wanted, she closed her
eyes and let her right hand slap gently at Jane's bound breasts. I
watched as Jane grimaced even at the light pain. The bondage on her
breasts exaggerated even the lightest touch for her senses. She
pressed herself even harder onto me and into Christi's fingers.
"Harder," Jane hissed, her face concentrating on the pain, on the
sensations between her legs.
Christi took a deep breath and aimed. Her open hand fell hard across
Jane's bare breasts making them dance crazily on her chest.
"Unghhhhhh," Jane moaned as the pain washed over her. I could feel her
take her last breath and hold it. She arched, pulling at the handcuffs
on her wrists, probably reopening the cuts on her wrists. She groaned
again, a deep throaty groan from deep inside of her. I felt her begin
to climax, her body pulsating around me. I had to concentrate on
darkness to prevent myself from following her. She writhed, screaming
out Christi's name into the silent air. Her body flushed, as I'd never
seen it before. I'd seen her climax before, but nothing compared to
this. She climaxed for what seemed like forever. As she peaked, I
could feel her internal muscles contracting around me. At her highest
point, I have no idea how Christi knew, I watched as Christi let her
hand fall again onto Jane's squeezed breasts.
Jane cried out again. I could feel Christi's fingers still massaging
Jane as she crashed through another orgasm. Jane twisted and shivered,
though being inside her, it didn't feel quite as powerful as her first
one.
I could tell as the pulses slowed around me and her body began to
relax that she was going to fall. I raised my arms and caught the
small girl as she fell forward. She couldn't stop herself, her wrists
were still trapped behind her. I gently lowered her onto my chest,
feeling Christi withdraw her fingers from between us.
Jane was sobbing, twisting in her restraints. I held the girl, not
extracting myself from her body. I let her cry for a few minutes
before she raised her face and gently kissed at my lips.
"Thank-you," she whispered.
I held her tightly to me, even though I knew that she had to be
uncomfortable with her breasts squeezed into my chest. She didn't
complain though.
I let her cry on my shoulder. I glanced over her, Christi was watching
with a mixture of confusion and acceptance on her face. She loved both
of us, and she couldn't understand it.
She caught my gaze and slowly nodded, mutely understanding what I
needed from her. I could feel Jane's shuddering as Christi slowly
released the ropes that encircled Jane's body. I gripped Jane's
shoulders and bench pressed her up a little allowing Christi to pull
the ropes free. As her breasts released from their entrapment, Jane
sighed. It was a wonderful sound, full of contentment, love, and
relief. After her breasts were freed, I allowed her back to curl up on
my chest. I could feel her small pulses, almost like aftershocks
through my still rigid penis. I hadn't climaxed yet.
I cherished the feel of her nude skin pressed against me, my arms
circling her body. Her bare breasts felt so different without the
ropes squeezing her. Softer and gentler against my skin.
After a few minutes, she struggled a little, squirming like a cat to
get out of my embrace. She slowly sat up, still impaled on me.
She looked at me, her face soft and gentle.
"I. I'm sorry. I know that you can keep me here if you want, but ...
this is a getting a little uncomfortable for me." She glanced down at
her open crotch. "Either let me make you climax, or let me get off.
Please?" she asked quietly.
I hadn't realized that she might be uncomfortable. And it hadn't
occurred to me that she might have thought that she'd be punished for
extricating herself from the sex. But I suppose I should have realized
it. Poor girl had been through a lot today.
I nodded to her. Much as her body was comfortable for me, I didn't
want to climax inside of her. I still had to finish with Christi. I
owed her something at least.
Jane understood the nod and carefully extricated me from her by simply
climbing off me. I fell from her, and ached for her softness. I lay
with my hands behind my head, watching her slowly kneel in the grass
to the opposite side from Christi.
Jane looked at Christi and smiled gently.
"Thank-you," she whispered to Christi. "I'll always love you."
Chapter 130
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Christi picked up the chrome key from the grass beside her and tossed
it over my body towards Jane. It fell buried in the grass by her left
knee.
Jane looked at me quizzically, unsure of what she was allowed to do. I
simply nodded and watched as she struggled to turn herself around to
get the small key between her searching fingers. I was sure that she'd
manage it.
I felt the soft weight of Christi as she resumed the position that she
had been in before I'd made her free Jane. I heard a faint click in
the direction of Jane.
"Back where we started," Christi whispered to me. I felt her fingers
slowly stroking me. "Nobody else to free."
I nodded slowly, peripherally aware that Jane had moved a little way
away and was quietly kneeling in the grass. She was giving us a little
privacy, finally free of all her restraints. Her handcuffs glinted in
the sun in front of her. I cringed a little as I saw her rubbing
gently at her wrist, rubbing the red gently away with her own saliva.
I turned my attention back to the irresistible sensations from
Christi's gentle fingers. I felt Christi as she began to guide me into
herself. I slipped inside her easily, she was nearly as aroused as
Jane had been. I felt the soft moisture engulf me. I wouldn't be able
to hold back this time.
She began a very slow rhythm, enjoying the sensations. Her hands
roamed her body, pinching nipples, stroking skin. She moaned almost
constantly as she slowly controlled her speed. She wanted to make this
last. I concentrated on her body, her closed eyes, her blonde hair,
her upthrust bare breasts, her belly, flat and smooth, her straining
thigh muscles as she moved with the sex.
I glanced over towards Jane. She was gone. I quickly glanced around,
but Jane was nowhere in sight. I was sure that she'd just given
Christi some privacy and gone for a quick walk, enjoying her last
moments on this timeline, enjoying her freedom from the real world.
We moved slowly together, shifting positions a few times. Her on her
knees in the grass, her face pressed into the blades. Her standing,
arms around the tree that had held Jane. Her on the bottom. Touching.
Kissing. Moaning. And crying. It was going to be the last time, and
both of us knew it.
At last, we ended up back where we started. Christi straddling me, her
beauty silhouetted by the sun behind her. She was breathing hard, so
very hard as she pumped. She shone.
I closed my eyes, not being able to hold back much longer, wanting to
cherish these last caresses of her.
When I opened my eyes, after Christi moaned a little louder than
before, Jane was there. The girl had moved up silently, her bare feet
not making a whisper in the grass. The girls kissed, Jane's fingers
trailing over Christi's bare body. I closed my eyes again, knowing
that Jane was doing for Christi what Christi had done for her. I could
feel the gentle touch of her fingers as they caressed Christi between
the folds. I could feel Christi rushing towards orgasm, her muscles
twitching, her breathing becoming less and less regular.
Surprised, I felt Jane's fingers stroking my scrotum, toying with the
soft hair, coaxing my climax.
Christi plummeted over the edge moments before I. She screamed into
the world, letting her pleasure wash over her like a surf. She ground
herself onto me, pulsing her internal muscles in unison. Her climax
triggered mine, and I cried out, thrusting into the girl, arching.
We came down together. Christi gave a last moan and fell forward,
hugging me fiercely. Jane knelt back on her haunches, quietly looking
the other way. She looked a little uncomfortable, but she didn't get
up to move away.
Christi held me for a few moments, overcome with emotions. She simply
cried there. I held her gently and waited through her sobs.
Eventually, Christi moved, pushing on my shoulders with her hands. She
gently rolled off me. I had shrunk inside of her and it felt a bit odd
coming out. She curled up, her arm across my chest, her head cradled
in the crook of my arm. Jane took a deep breath and lay down to my
right. I could feel their bare toes playing gently with my legs.
"Thank-you," Christi whispered, still out of breath. She was thanking
both me and Jane.
We lay there holding each other for a few minutes. This was so out of
sync with the real world. Lying in someone's front yard, nude as the
day we were born, leather and steel strewn through the grass. It
seemed like a dream. Perhaps it was.
Christi took a deep breath, and let it out in a whoosh that I felt
against my nipple.
"I don't want to go back," Christi whispered.
The other girl echoed the words quietly. I glanced down at them. Both
were crying gently. I couldn't feel the wetness of their tears, but
the tears were there.
They were silent for a few more minutes, I could feel their quiet
breathing as they cuddled up with me.
I felt the familiar dragging of the blackness touch the back of my
mind. I steadied myself, thinking I would have to send them back to
protect them, but the feeling receded again.
I shivered.
"Again?" Jane murmured into my chest.
In answer I struggled to rise. The girls didn't budge, letting their
gentle weight keep me down. I could have fought them, but I didn't.
"Not yet, please," Christi murmured.
I sighed and let them curl up for another half hour. Jane slept
gently, I watched as her breathing became more regular. Christi was
silent, thinking, but I could see her blue eyes moving so I knew she
wasn't asleep. I held them both.
I half considered sending Jane back while she slept, but I didn't
think that was fair on her. Instead, I gently shook her until she
opened her eyes. She kissed me gently and rolled off my shoulder. She
lay quietly in the grass. Taking her cue from Jane, Christi released
me as well, rising to her knees.
I picked myself up and gathered up my clothing. I had a heavy heart as
I slipped the jeans over my hips. When I turned, Jane was kneeling
beside Christi, their fingers entwined.
I knelt down with them, hugging them both.
"I want to remember," Jane whispered.
"I do, too," Christi murmured.
"You can't," I spoke gently to them.
Jane looked at me, tears still falling from her eyes.
"It will kill us to stay, won't it?"
I nodded slowly.
"Tell us, then."
"Tell you?"
"Tell us. On the other timeline. Find us and tell us. You know who we
are. What we are. How we really feel."
I took a deep breath.
"You wouldn't believe me. Think about when I took you. You wouldn't
believe that you would be here doing this. You couldn't. I can't." I
paused for a moment, gathering my thoughts. "I'm sorry," I spoke with
real regret.
Tears were falling down both girl's faces.
"It wasn't enough time," Jane spoke.
"I know."
"Are. Are you ever going to do this again? Stop time?"
"I don't know sweety. I don't know."
"Can I ask something?" Jane asked quietly.
I nodded to her. I watched as she gripped Christi's hand tighter.
Jane whispered, almost too low to hear. "If you do stop time, take us
again? You know us. We got along. And I liked it here. You'll have to
train me again, I know that, but I can't imagine that you would hate
that. And even though I won't like it at first, I'll get back to this
point. I'm still me. You can do that, can't you? Unless you are bored
with me. With us." She paused for a moment. "I'm going to miss you."
Christi nodded through the entire speech, lending her agreement. She
wanted to come back as well, if I would let them.
I couldn't promise them that I'd take them again. But they would never
know.
"Alright. If I do this again, I'll be sure to track you down," I
assured them, despite the fact that I really didn't know if I'd ever
stop time again. Much less if I'd subject them to this again.
"Thank-you," Jane whispered. She flushed a little. "For everything."
I looked over them. Blonde and brunette. Holding hands, nude in the
sun. I wished for a camera, anything to be able to keep them. Even if
they wouldn't miss me, I was going to miss them horribly.
"I'm ready," Jane spoke quietly.
Christi opened her pretty lips and closed them again. She turned to
the girl kneeling next to her.
"I'm going to miss you, Jane. I know that we promised no tearful
good-byes, but we shared something. Something that I'm not sure I can
explain. But I know that I love you. As a sister, as a lover, and as a
friend. And I hope that we meet in real life, as any of them."
Tears fell from both their eyes as Christi rose up and kissed Jane
tenderly on the lips. They embraced, pressing their nude bodies
together one final time. They rose, still hand in hand.
I rose to my feet to join them.
Jane released Christi's hand and stepped towards me. She kissed me
gently on the lips and smiled through her tears. She carefully stepped
back and reached for Christi's hand.
Christi slipped her hand away and stepped over towards me, her bare
feet indenting the blades of grass. She embraced me, pulling me close
and not letting go. She finally released me and held my arms.
"It's been a hell of a ride," she tried to smile as well but she
failed.
I nodded. I couldn't stop my own tears. I was going to miss her. I'd
had her from almost the first moment. She'd been my first.
"Can I ask you one thing?" she whispered.
I swallowed heavily and nodded.
"I don't even know who you are. I don't even know your name. I fell in
love with someone I don't even know."
"It's better that way," I whispered to her.
She looked into my eyes and nodded carefully. I'm not sure she
understood, but she accepted it. She carefully rose up on her tiptoes
in the soft grass and kissed me passionately on the lips.
"You may not believe it," she whispered. "But I do love you. If you
can, find me on the real timeline."
She stepped back and allowed her fingers to entwine with Jane's. They
held each other gently as I took a last long look at them.
They were beautiful together. Feminine, strong, and simply beautiful.
Tears were flowing down their faces gently as they mouthed the words
"Good-bye" together.
I closed my eyes and whispered, "Good-bye."
When I opened my eyes, they were gone.
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