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Chapter 21
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I walked back over the bench and picked up Christi and carried her off
to the side. I wanted to talk to her without the others hearing. Though
they probably weren't listening to anything much anyway.
I had her kneel on the tiles. She was still breathing hard. I crouched
down to the bound blonde's level and looked her in the eye. I reached
forward and touched her right nipple. She gasped but she didn't shy
away. I traced her bare body down until I reached the fine down between
her legs. I traced my finger between her lips. She was dripping wet. She
moaned at the touch.
"This is turning you on?"
She looked at me with shame in her eyes. "Please. I don't know what is
happening. It started after you made me gag that guy."
"It's alright. I understand. You want to fuck him?"
"Lord no. I mean, I will if you make me, of course. But I'd really
rather not."
"Would you masturbate for me?"
"Yes," she said shyly. "You've seen me do it before anyway. Not like I
can claim I've never done that. That I'm not that type of woman."
"You'd fuck me."
"In a second."
"I thought you hated me."
"Only when you make me do things I really hate."
"How about if I make the mother pleasure you."
"Please no."
"That wasn't a question."
She squirmed, pulling at the cuffs behind her back.
"Please don't make me do that. Let me fuck you. You haven't had relief
in a long time, unless you fucked one of the others."
"I haven't."
She knelt there thinking about it.
"You know that I have to do what you say," she shook her head resigned.
"Stay here."
"Where am I going to go?"
I walked back to Jane and Elaine and crouched beside Jane's head. She
raised her head as best as she could to look at me.
Weakly, "You are Satan."
I nodded. "You want to make a deal with the devil?"
"Haven't I lost my soul already? You've made me do everything."
"Okay, stay there then." I got to my feet and began to make my way to
the store.
"Wait. Come back. Please," Jane's cry. I looked around at her, pitifully
naked and bound to her sister. "Please?"
I walked slowly back and crouched beside her.
"I'll do anything you want. It's me you are really interested in isn't
it?" She was perceptive. "Why?"
"You are a challenge. An enigma. You're smart. And strong willed."
"You want to break me."
"Not sure."
"If I give myself to you, will you let the rest of my family go?"
"Jane, you know that I could take you whether you give yourself or not."
Tears welled over her lids, but she kept her voice steady, "I know.
Please, you must be tiring of the others by now anyway. If it's me you
want, just take me and leave them even if I can't offer you anything."
She lowered her head.
"Okay."
Her eyes betrayed her confusion. "Okay?"
"Yeah. I'll take your offer. I'll leave your family alone if you'll come
along with me willingly. If you'll willingly submit to a punishment of
my choosing and you fully cooperate no matter what. You are a smart
girl. You know that I could have all those things by simply beating your
sister anyway. Take it while I'm still in a good mood."
With tears in her eyes, and knowing that she was basically agreeing to
be my slave, she nodded.
"Okay," she managed to get out between the sobs.
"I'm going to leave you here for a few minutes while I get your mother.
Then I'm going to punish you in front of your family."
"You said you'd leave them alone."
"And I will. As soon as your punishment is over, we leave. Fair enough?"
"I guess. What choice do I have?"
I walked back to the store. The mother was the last one left in the shop
from her family. Still sitting bound to the chair trying to see what was
going on in the concourse.
I pulled a chair around in front of her and sat down, arms on my knees.
"You bastard. Why are you doing this?"
"Because I want to Dora. Good enough?"
"You are a monster."
"I've been called that before and it won't be the last time."
"What do you want?"
"Your daughter has already figured that out. Jane is quite a woman."
"If you harm one hair on her head ..."
"Dora, be sensible. If I want to harm either one of your daughters I
could simply walk out of here and do whatever I please. No way to stop
me. I'm sure that you've be trying your damnedest to get out of those
ropes since Jane put you there. Your daughter can tie knots, I'll give
her that."
I watched as the helpless woman pulled against the chair, her bra
encased breasts jiggling. She saw me looking at them and quit.
"I'm going to be out of your life very soon. I promise. But I need you
to do something for me. And I need you to agree to it before we start."
Warily, "Okay ..."
"This is going to sound odd, but this is the only way to get rid of me.
You do this and I'll leave."
"You want to rape me. Don't you?"
"Dora, if I wanted to rape you, I'd have just done it. Why would I ask
your permission? No, I have a series of tasks for you. And you'll have a
time limit."
"What kind of tasks?"
"You know that girl that I brought in here?"
"Christi? The poor nude girl in chains? Yes ... Oh no ... you want me to
have sex with her, don't you?"
I just nodded. Dora was pretty perceptive, herself.
"And a few other small tasks."
"How much time. You said they'd be timed tasks."
"Well, the time element is up to you, but I suspect that you'll want to
make it as fast as you possibly can. You see, I'm going to be using
this," I showed her the crop, "on Jane's bare breasts once every five
minutes until you finish your tasks."
"Oh my God. You can't possibly expect me to agree to that."
"You have no choice. The alternative is that I could bring Jane in here,
chained up, and whip her until you can't take her screams anymore.
You'll gladly do as I ask."
"You bastard."
"I am a bastard. I know it. I've been called worse. Mostly by the women
who didn't do as I asked."
She began to cry. She managed to choke out though her sobs, "What are
the other tasks? Assuming that I agree to this insanity?"
"You'll find out as you continue. But if you are quick, only a couple of
strokes will fall on Jane's breasts."
"Oh God. And you'll let us go afterwards?"
I nodded. I intended to keep my word. Just not let all of them go.
"All right. Untie me. I'll do it."
I leaned forward and gripped her bra. I snapped it back with all my
strength, ripping it from her body. Her breasts fell into view.
"Can't I keep my underwear?"
"Dora ..."
She shut up as I slipped the scissors into her panties and cut them off.
"Now, before I untie you, I want you to feel something."
"What?"
Without warning I flicked the crop to kiss her bared breasts. A soft red
line across the top of her breasts. She stifled a scream. Mostly from
the surprise, I suspect. It wasn't a hard blow.
"Feel that?"
"Yes, you bastard. What was that for? It hurts like hell."
"That was a soft one. Across the top of your breasts. While you are
eating Christi, keep in mind that every five minutes Jane is going to
get one much harder than that. And it's not going to be across the tops.
Can you imagine that pain, but harder across the nipples?"
"Oh God, you bastard. She'll die."
"Only if you are slow."
"I can't do it. Please just let us go. We never did anything to you.
We've done everything you've asked. I'm begging you. Please don't do
this."
"Shall I go put her in chains and bring her in here and make her scream
for you, or would you rather just obey me?"
The tears fell steadily as she struggled with it. There was no easy way
out. She had to do as I asked. She moaned and nodded.
"I'll do it." Completely resigned. "Untie me."
I reached down and untied her wrist. Like her daughter, she was gutsy.
As soon as her hand was free she made a swing at me. The blow caught me
on the shoulder, just missing my throat where she was probably aiming.
Without thinking I swung the crop at her, catching her across the
thighs. She cried out and her free hand went to protect her thighs.
"Dora, that was really dumb," I moved away from her leaving the rest of
her body tied to the chair. She was crying from the pain. From the
futility. From the frustration of it all. "You realize that I'm going to
punish you for that." Rubbing my shoulder. She just looked at me through
tear filled eyes. "Three minutes."
"What?"
"One stroke to Jane's breasts every three minutes instead of five."
"No please. Hit me," she spread her free arm out from her body thrusting
out her bare breasts. "Please don't take it out on her. It was me. I hit
you. Not Jane. Whip me. Please."
"Every three minutes. Are you ready to behave?"
Numbly she nodded. I reached down, a little more cautiously and released
her other wrist. I made her untie her ankles which she had some trouble
with but managed. I imagine that her hands were probably asleep from the
long tight bondage. But she didn't complain.
After she had risen from her chair, I marched her to the concourse.
Cuffing her hands behind her back as we walked. She gasped at the sight
of her husband tied to the bench and her two daughters tied together in
the middle of the aisle on the floor.
"Please don't make me do this. God." She just stared at the scene with
disbelieving eyes.
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I moved to Christi and quickly released her from the handcuffs. She
sighed in relief.
"Lay back," I ran my finger through her vaginal lips. Still wet.
She whispered to me as she lay back, "Please don't do this."
"You've been through worse."
"I know, but it's going to be unsatisfying from a woman."
"I hear they make the best lovers."
I motioned Dora to come forward. She padded to Christi, lying back with
her chained ankles as far apart as they would go. Her knees spread wide
as instructed.
"Kneel."
Dora fell to her knees between Christi's legs still quietly crying. She
looked into Christi's eyes.
"You don't want to do this either do you?" she asked quietly.
Christi just shook her head.
"He's going to torture my daughter until you come. Please hurry."
Christi's eyes widened, but I suspect that the admission didn't surprise
her.
I walked to the bound daughters. I whispered to Jane, "You ready for
your punishment?"
"I don't know what I'm being punished for, but I guess."
I began to loosen the ropes holding her to her nude sister. Soon she was
free and she climbed shakily to her bare feet.
I whispered to her, as she was being freed.
"You remember how you said that I could whip you? Your breasts if I
wanted?"
"Oh God. That was before I felt it."
"I'm going to punish you by hitting you with this crop. You are going to
stand still and take it."
"Oh God I can't. You have no idea how much that is going to hurt."
"I'm going to lay one across both breasts once every three minutes until
your mother finishes her tasks. It was going to be once every five
minutes, but she took a swing at me so I lowered it to three."
"Thanks, Mom," she muttered under her breath.
"I want you to count out loud every time I hit you. I want your mother
to know how quickly she's going. If you forget to count, I lay one
across Elaine's breasts as well."
"Oh God. Can't we do something else?"
"Like? Maybe you'd rather try your tongue on your mother? Elaine again?
Your father?"
"You are a bastard. Alright hit my boobs. But please tie me down. I
can't stand still. Not through that. And gag me? Please?"
I decided that she might look good tied down to receive the whipping. I
walked her over to a clothing rack and had her throw the gowns to the
carpet. I made her drag the chrome rack out into the concourse in front
of her father. I used rope to tie her wrists apart to the top of the
rack. Her ankles to the bottom. Her breasts thrust out towards the crop.
I left them in position and returned to my adult toys. Selected a new
red rubber ball gag and showed it to Jane. "You think this will keep you
quiet?" Having second thoughts about the gag, and maybe even the
bondage, she shook her head. I pinched her nipple and she obediently
opened her mouth. I carefully wedged the ball behind her perfect teeth
and buckled it behind her head. She moaned through the gag but just
waited quietly.
At the last moment, I decided to increase the stakes. I picked up some
cord and wrapped it around Jane's body, wrapping the base of each breast
tightly to make it jut forward. Jane squirmed uncomfortably as this was
done. She no doubt realized that this was going to magnify the pain, as
her breasts began to throb from the ropes without so much as a touch
from the crop. She tried to say something around the ball, "Nagh paut
ough eel". I was pretty sure she meant "Not part of the deal" but I
chose to interpret it a bit differently.
"Tighter?"
She desperately shook her head. Tears already forming in her eyes. She
hung her head in defeat, silently accepting the extra humiliation.
I called over to Dora, "When you hear the first blow, you can begin."
"Please don't do this. You'll kill her."
"Depends how long you take." I brought the crop down in a hard arc
cracking it across the top of Jane's bare and bound breasts.
I heard the scream right through the gag. She convulsed, trying
desperately to free her hands, her legs. Anything to protect those
sensitive mounds of flesh. To get out from under the crop. Her world
exploded in pain. She shook her body against the ropes, bruising her
wrists, crying uncontrollably. Even through the gag I could make out,
"No more." Dave had closed his eyes again. Not being able to bear his
daughter's pain. I let him, for now.
Dora just whispered to Christi, "Please hurry." She practically dove
between Christi's spread legs. I could hear the urgency of her tongue
and her moans as she worked. I checked my watch. I watched as Christi
brought her hands to her own bare breasts and began massaging them.
Anything to speed up the process. No privacy. No pride left in either
woman. Moaning and pressing herself against the other woman.
Three minutes. I brought the crop up from below in a sharp stroke
hitting the bottom of Jane's bound breasts. Again she screamed. Her
breathing ragged. Almost pulling her arms out of their sockets trying to
get free. Dave moaned. Even Elaine cried out. I wasn't hitting her hard
enough to break the skin. I was extremely careful of that. I wanted her
breasts intact after this. However, I was giving her a good strong
stroke. Enough to cause a lot of pain. Especially with her breasts bound
as they were.
I vaguely heard Christi moaning over the struggles and cries of Jane.
One woman in ecstasy amongst so much pain. I heard Elaine praying over
and over, "Please hurry. Please hurry."
At the six minute mark, I raised the crop. Jane's eyes pleaded with me
as she braced for the blow. I brought the crop down just north of her
nipples. Grazing the aureole. She screamed again into the gag and began
pulling against the bonds before falling into moaning quietly into the
ball and crying. "No more. Please." I could easily make it out through
the gag.
Soon after the sound of the crop hitting Jane again, I heard Christi
give a loud moan and I turned to watch as the naked woman between her
legs furiously brought her to what looked like a damn fine orgasm.
Christi's body lifted off the ground as her muscles convulsed. Dora
continued her work making sure that Christi finished.
After a minute, Christi's bare body relaxed, and her head fell to the
side. She moaning and murmured just load enough for me to hear, "Enough,
I came. God did I come." Her breathing ragged.
Dora raised her head from between Christi's legs and looked back at me.
"Thank God. Can we stop this now?"
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"You still have something to do."
"Oh my God, what do you want me to do. Please. Please stop hitting my
daughter."
"I think your husband could use a blow job."
"Good God. Okay. But please stop hitting her."
"I want you to suck him, and when he comes, I want you to take it all
into your mouth. But don't spit it out. Don't swallow it. Just wait
until your next instruction."
"Haven't I done enough? Please."
I raised the crop and in fear she scrambled forward on her knees to her
husband. He was shaking his head. Frightened that he wouldn't be able to
perform. He knew the consequences of not performing. His daughters bare
breasts jutting out in front of him.
Dora quickly took her husbands penis in her mouth. A little awkwardly
with her hands bound behind her, but she managed it. Not surprisingly,
Dave was almost instantly hard. I watched her head bobbing up and down,
desperately trying to satisfy her husband for me.
This time I announced it. "Nine minutes."
I heard Dora groan around the penis in her mouth. I raised the crop.
Jane turned pale and shook her head violently, pulling against the
restraints like a demon. This time I brought the crop up from below,
striking her bound breasts just underneath the nipples. Jane wailed into
her gag, trying to find breath. She shook her head, trying to ease the
pain in her breasts. Eventually just shaking and crying into the gag.
A minute later, I saw Dave begin to tighten. Dora's eyes widened as Dave
thrust as best he could into her waiting mouth. I could see Dora choking
on the orgasm, sperm filling and over filling her mouth. Dripping down
her chin. When her husband had finally finished, Dora lifted her head,
mouth closed to keep the semen in and just looked at me. Task
accomplished. "What now?" her eyes asked.
I looked at the haggard woman on her knees, her husbands sperm in her
mouth.
"Crawl over to Elaine and give her the sperm. In her mouth. I want you
to French kiss your daughter. I want her to swallow every drop."
Dora's eyes widened again. She shook her head. Didn't move.
I just looked at my watch.
"If you spit it out, or swallow it, I'll make you do it again."
Twelve minutes.
With Dora watching me, I raised the crop and aimed carefully at Jane's
nipples. Jane's eyes were pleading with her mother. I could see it
through the tears. "Please, just do it."
I brought the crop down hard on Jane's nipples causing her to pull at
her ropes. I was sure that she was going to dislocate something. Her
scream, even through the gag, hurt my ears. Her sobbing racked her body.
I heard Elaine from the floor behind Jane, "Please Mom, I know what you
have to do. Please just do as he says for Jane. I'll drink it. Please."
Resigned, Dora got to her feet somehow and walked over to her older
daughter. She knelt down beside her. Wrists still manacled behind her. I
left Jane for a moment to see this. She bent down, and placed her lips
against Elaine's. I watched the internal struggle. So hard. Elaine
opened her lips under Dora. With an act of will, Dora opened her mouth
and kissed her daughter, exchanging the fluid that she'd kept in her
mouth. I watched as Elaine grimaced and worked her throat muscles. She
swallowed everything that Dora transferred. Gagging.
Finally, Dora raised her head from her daughter's kiss.
"Is there anything else?" she asked, exhausted.
I shook my head.
"You bastard, I hope you rot in hell for this."
"You just earned Jane another stroke. And just so you know what
happened, I'm going to take the gag out so you can hear her scream."
I walked over to Jane and unbuckled the ball gag behind her head. I had
to pull it a bit to unwedge it from her teeth, but it eventually popped
out.
Jane groaned. "Goddamn, my boobs. My poor boobs. They. Hurt. Like. Hell.
I can't take anymore. Please. I'll pass out. I'll do anything. Just not
on the boobs again. Please, she didn't mean it."
"Oh God. Please no. She can't take anymore," Dora wailed from her
kneeling position beside Elaine. "Hit me. Please. Hit me instead.
Anywhere you want. I said it. Not her. Please."
I wandered over to Dora.
"Maybe I'll hit both of you."
Tears welled up in Dora's eyes. "Please leave her alone. She's just a
girl. I said it. Punish me. Please."
"Alright. I'll hit you instead. But not on the breasts. On the pussy."
Her eyes widened. I guess she never figured that anyone would consider
hitting a woman there.
Jane wailed from the rack, "God no. I'll take another one on the boobs.
Don't do that to her. Please."
"No. I'll take it. How do you want me?"
"On your back. Put your feet up around your ears like you are about to
have sex."
"Oh God," she said as she rolled into the revealing position.
"Spread your legs a little more." She did.
I left her like that for a moment and returned to Jane. I ran my fingers
over her swollen breasts. She tried to shy away but couldn't move very
far because of the ropes. Her breasts were hot and sensitive. I touched
her between her legs. Damp. Very damp. Not sure, but the whipping may
have turned her on. She was crying in her bonds, her face hot with
shame. She knew that I knew that she was turned on.
"Please don't hit Mom on her pussy. Do you have any idea how much that
will hurt? I'm already hurt. Hit me instead. I can take it. One more if
you have to hit someone. Please."
I looked into Jane's eyes and saw raw fear of another stroke to her
breasts but she was determined to protect her mother, no matter how much
it hurt.
"Sorry, Jane. Not this time. I'll go easy on her."
"You are a bastard."
"I know."
I walked back to Dora.
"Beg."
"What?"
"Beg me to hit you."
"You have to be joking."
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
"I can't."
"You've spread yourself out for me. Beg me to hit you."
"I can't."
"Would you like two?"
"Good god. Please. Just do it."
"Alright." I walked over to Elaine and brought the crop down fairly
lightly across the top of her bare breasts. Elaine, unprepared, cried
out and pulled against the ropes. Tears jumped into Elaine's eyes again.
"Please don't hit her again. Alright. I'll beg. Dammit. I'll beg. I'll
beg you to hit me."
I walked over to the naked woman and waited.
She gulped down her pride and began, "Please hit me. I deserve a
thrashing. Hit me. Hit my pussy. Hit my pussy with that goddamn crop.
Whip me. Beat me. You bastard. Just hit me and get it over with. Make me
scream."
Without warning I brought the crop down right between her vaginal lips.
Her world exploded in incredible agony. Her mouth opened and emitted a
soundless scream. Her body collapsing from the pain, curling up into a
ball. Her twitching hands still handcuffed behind her trying in vain to
reach the throbbing pain between her legs. Sobbing. Cursing. The pain
like a living thing.
"Thank me."
She managed to choke out a, "Fuck you."
Christi, crawling as fast as she could came and cradled the sobbing
woman. Comforting her. Whispering in her ear, "Please, I can't take
watching this anymore. Thank him and this can all be over."
The sobbing woman faced me, tears still running down her face. Managed
to choke out an apology. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to swear at you. It
just hurts so much. Please don't hit me there again. Thank-you.
Thank-you for correcting me. Thank-you for hitting my pussy like I
asked. I deserved it for telling you to rot in hell. Please don't hit me
again. I'll be good. I'll do whatever you want. I'll do Christi again.
I'll do you. I'll crawl. But not again. Please. Please."
Christi stroked her hair and calmed her. I nodded and crouched by the
naked blonde. "I want you to tie Dora to Elaine. Same way I had Jane.
Wrists to ankles." I reached to Christi's bare feet and removed the
hobble.
She whispered, "Thank-you."
"For what?"
"I've hated that thing since you put it on me."
I smiled. "I know. I'm going to see if Jane likes it. Tie up Dora and
come help me with Jane."
I watched for a moment as Christi explained to the still sobbing woman
what she was going to do. Without any resistance at all, Dora climbed up
on her elder daughter and allowed Christi to unlock her wrists and retie
her in the humiliating position.
Meanwhile, I was removing the breast ropes from Jane. Then her ankles. I
put the ankle chains on her. She winced as I came anywhere near her sore
breasts.
"You don't need to do that," the girl said to me. "I promised to come
with you, I will. I won't try and run."
"I know. I like it though."
"Figures."
I finally removed the wrist ropes which had dug into her skin. Probably
would leave bruises. Immediately she moved her arms to cradle her sore
and swollen breasts.
She just looked at me. "Do you have any idea how much that hurts?"
"Well, I can only imagine."
"I'll do anything to avoid that again. I thought I was going to die."
I checked the ropes on Dora were secure and went back into the store to
pick up the adult toys. When I came out, I slipped one of the leather
collars around Jane's throat. Dora, watching, just moaned.
"Please, whatever you do, please don't hurt my daughter anymore. I think
you've hurt her enough for a lifetime."
A mother's concern. Touching.
Jane looked at me. "I thought you were going to let them go."
"They'll be let go soon. For now, I'm not going to be around to torment
them. Sounds like freedom to me."
"Be nice if you untied them."
"Perhaps you can earn their release later." That was the end of that.
I attached a leash to Jane's collar and wandered back to pick up some of
the odds and ends lying about. Handcuffs and rope.
When I returned to the nude girls, I found them kneeling on the tile,
offering up their wrists. Probably Christi's idea.
I slipped a pair of handcuffs on each of them loosely and had them get
to their bare feet. Jane having a bit of trouble with the short hobble.
Christi, for once, having no trouble at all. Her cuffed wrists hardly
even affected her. She was probably getting used to wearing them.
We moved towards the end of the mall; Jane, taking short steps. She
turned around once, with a tear in her eye as she left her family for
god knew what.
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As we approached the BMW, I noticed Liz asleep, her hands still chained
to the steering wheel. Her breasts still bound. I'm not sure how anyone
could sleep in that position, but she managed it.
I opened her door, waking her. She mumbled something, and then snapped
wide awake. Pulled at her cuffed wrists and moaned. I reached forward
and released the connecting cuffs so she could move away from the
steering wheel.
"Come on, Liz, out." She managed to climb out of the car stretched as
much as her bound wrists and breasts would allow and automatically fell
to her knees beside the car. "Arms up." She raised her cuffed hands. Her
eyes on the new girl full of questions.
I motioned for Christi to remove the rope from her breasts. With some
difficulty, with her own hands handcuffed, Christi struggled to remove
the ropes from Liz's body.
As the blood flowed back into Liz's breasts, she gasped and then sighed
as the omnipresent pressure against her breasts was suddenly released.
Liz looked up at me from her kneeling position and implored, "Can I ask
a question?"
"Sure." I was in a good mood.
"You promise that you won't get mad? Put those ropes back on me?"
"Nope. No promises. But ask."
"Will you let Cathy go please? I'll stay. I'll be your hostage. I'll do
whatever you want. I'll be good. I promise."
"Okay."
The stunned girl just knelt there, not believing her ears.
"Really?"
"Seriously."
I leaned into the car and popped the trunk. I walked around back of the
BMW and lifted the naked woman out of the trunk. She squinted in the
sudden bright light.
"You've done everything I've asked. I'll send your friend back to the
frozen state she was in when we met. Okay?"
Liz sighed. "Oh thank-you."
I placed the bound, confused naked woman into the BMW and concentrated
on collapsing the time field around it. Before our eyes, the car and
Catherine disappeared. Back to its original position. Back on the
highway. Minus Liz, of course.
"Okay. Now our ride is gone. I guess we walk."
I systematically removed the cuffs from all their wrists and placed them
on their hands and knees.
Christi hated crawling. "Please not crawling again. My knees are killing
me."
Not in the mood for talking, I just ignored them and let them crawl
along the roadway like I was walking three pets.
Neither Jane or Liz had had to crawl for me yet, but they quickly
discovered why Christi didn't like it. Their free swinging breasts as
they moved. The humiliating position. The complete humiliation of having
to move on their hands and knees, naked while their clothed captor
walked comfortably behind. I watched their bare bodies move in the
unusual motion. The rough pavement against their palms and knees. I kept
my eye on Jane who had the added discomfort of crawling with the ankle
restraints restricting the amount she could move her legs.
I knew that there was a hotel a little down the road. I wanted to get
some sleep. It had been a long day.
It took about two hours for the girls to crawl to the hotel. It took a
while with them on their hands and knees, but I forced them all to
crawl, complaining the whole way, up to the penthouse suite via the fire
stairs.
I broke the lock on the doors and forced them open. A older man and a
young woman were sitting on a couch watching television. It felt a
little odd to be leading three young women crawling into the suite,
naked. I'm sure it seemed odder to Jane, Christi and Elizabeth.
I ordered them to their feet. They all stood up and rubbed their sore
knees and palms. Christi, knowing how long I could have had them on
their knees, whispered a word of thanks in my direction.
Ignoring the couple in the main room, I wandered through the place with
the girls. Looked like a nice enough place. The bathroom was huge.
I took the women into the bathroom. I knelt down and removed the ankle
cuffs from Jane. Now they were all standing waiting for orders. Nude.
"I want you all into that shower." I reached in and turned on the cold
tap.
Even if it was cold, the women gladly piled into the shower. Shivering
but glad of being able to clean themselves. After all they'd been
through I wasn't surprised.
"I want you to wash each other while I deal with our 'guests'. You are
not to get out, until I return for you. And no hot water."
They collectively groaned, but they knew better than to complain.
The three girls began the process of getting clean. Rubbing the dirt out
of their hair. Rubbing the dirt out of their knees and palms. Shivering
in the cold spray.
I wandered out to the main room. I lifted my gun and aimed it at the
young woman. I released her from the time block. She came awake and
immediately noticed me with the gun sitting across from her.
"What the ...?"
"Hello."
"Hello. What do you want. Dad? What have you done with him?"
"I'll ask the questions. Who are you?"
Eyeing the gun. "I'm Amy Trotman."
"That your father?"
"Please what do you want?"
"Is that your father?" I leveled the gun at her face.
"Yes. Yes. Calm down. He's on a business trip and he brought me with
him. Can't you put the gun down?"
"Okay, here's the deal. You do exactly what I say, and you won't get
hurt."
"Yes. I'll do anything you want."
I tossed a pair of handcuffs at her feet. "Put them on."
"Why?"
I waved the gun at her. She hurriedly picked up the restraints and
struggled to put them on. "Come here."
She struggled off the couch and approached me.
I held the gun to her head and unfroze the father.
"What the hell?" As he spied me holding his handcuffed daughter. Gun to
her head. "Where'd you come from? What do you want?"
"I want you to get up. Quietly and leave the room."
I'd set up a slow time field just outside the suite. He'd fall into it
as he left the suite. He wouldn't be aware of his surroundings. Only
able to move a millimeter a day or so.
"Be calm. I'll do what you say. Just don't hurt Amy. Okay?"
I nodded. "Just get out."
He walked out the door and slipped into a really slow moving time.
"What have you done to him?" Amy asked.
"He's fine. Just really really slow."
I released Amy and she stood still, hands cuffed in front of her. I
looked her over. She was a nice looking girl. Brunette. Nice figure.
Looked like she was about college age.
"What do you want from me?" I could see her eyes darting around looking
for a weapon.
"Actually, I just want a place to stay the night. And I don't want to be
disturbed."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. I want you to lie down on the floor."
"Huh?"
"Yeah. On your front."
The handcuffs having served their purpose could be taken off. I reached
down and removed them from the shaking girl.
"Hands behind your back."
"Please. I won't cause you trouble. I'll behave. You don't have to tie
me up."
"Hands."
She reluctantly moved her hands behind her back. I quickly lashed her
wrists together. Then I reached back and tied her ankles. I completed
the rope job by bending her feet back and connecting her hands to her
ankles with another piece of rope. She tested the bonds, really couldn't
move.
"Please don't leave me like this. It's very uncomfortable."
If I wasn't so tired, I might have laughed. She didn't know what
uncomfortable was. I pressed my finger to my lips. "I don't want to gag
you, but I can keep you quiet if necessary. Okay?"
She nodded and let out a quick, "But ...",
I ignored her and walked back to the bathroom. I turned off the cold
water and ordered the women out. They, in a good mood, stepped out of
the shower, shivering. I gave them one towel to share.
"Make yourselves presentable and meet me in the bedroom."
The women all grabbed at the one towel at once, I think Jane got it and
I wandered out to the bedroom, ignoring them.
I stretched out on the bed and waited for them.
Jane wandered in first. She looked radiant in her nudity. Nipples hard.
Probably from the freezing cold shower I had just forced them to take.
"You look wiped," she remarked.
"I am."
"Whipping me knock the wind out of you?"
"Something like that."
"Can I help with anything?"
I shook my head. At a loss, she just stood in the middle of the room
quietly and waited. Hands at her sides. Nervously shifting her weight
from foot to foot. I just watched her discomfort through half opened
eyes.
Liz wandered into the room next. Her hair was still dripping and she had
goosebumps. Nipples hard as well.
"Jane?" I had my eyes closed.
"Uh-huh."
"Take some rope and tie up Liz on the floor beside the bed."
Liz just looked at me. "Please, I'll do anything you want. You don't
need to tie me up."
I looked at her. "Liz, darling, I am going to sleep. The last thing I
need is one of you girls to decide that you might like me with a knife
in my chest. I know all of you would do anything to get away. Jane's
good with knots. Let her tie you up. Okay?"
Liz resigned herself and held her hands behind her back. Jane lashed the
woman's hands securely and had her lie on floor. Jane finished off by
tying the poor woman's ankles and knees together, and running a piece of
cord to the foot of the bed. Liz wasn't going anywhere.
Jane just looked at me. "You're going to make us sleep on the floor,
aren't you?"
"Sure. Got a problem with that?"
"I guess not. I told you that I'd do whatever you want. If that means
sleeping on the floor, it's better than having my boobs tied and
whipped."
Christi walked in and just heard the last sentence.
"Your not going to whip her again are you?"
I looked at her. "No, but I've noticed that you are the only one of the
three here who hasn't experienced a good breast beating."
She paled and her hands instinctively rose to cover her bare breasts.
"Please no. I haven't done anything." Her breathing was getting ragged.
"I know you haven't. But you are damn lucky I'm just too tired to do
anything. Christi, I want you to tie up Jane. Tie her to Liz. Face to
face."
"Please don't tie me up. I've been tied up enough for one day. I'll
never sleep. Please. I'm so tired. You want us rested for tomorrow don't
you?"
"Jane. You want a repeat of the breast thing? Christi bind her."
Jane swallowed and sank to the floor and quietly held her hands behind
her back. Resigned to sleeping skin to skin with Liz. A complete
stranger.
It took a while, but Christi finally managed to tie the two of them
securely together. Their faces inches apart. Their bare bodies pressed
together.
Christi crawled up onto the bed with me.
"I guess you have to tie me up. You ran out of women," she said
mischievously. She held out her wrists.
"I thought you hated being dominated."
"It's not all bad. I guess I'm getting used to it. And you are going to
tie me up aren't you? Whether I like it or not?"
I reached down and snapped a pair of handcuffs onto her bare ankles. I
moved her hands in back of her, and snapped another pair on her wrists.
I lay back on the bed, too tired to even insist that she move to the
floor.
"You can't sleep in those clothes."
I opened one eye. "Why not?"
"Not good for you."
"Lack of sleep isn't good for me."
"Come on. I've been naked in front of you for god knows how long. I've
been forced to crawl. Humiliated. Helped you. Helped your victims. I've
done stuff that any sane person would never have done. I'm not even
asking to be let out of these damn cuffs, which is probably what I want
most in the world, but I can't stand to lie here and watch you sleep in
your clothes. Take them off."
Sighing, I knew that I'd either have to punish her severely or listen to
her to get her to shut up. I guess I could have gagged her. My mind was
fuzzy with exhaustion. Maybe I'd been using the time control too much.
It did take a toll on the wielder. Shaking my head, I reached up and
stripped off my shirt. Soon, I was down to my underwear.
She smirked when she saw that I wasn't going to remove my underwear in
front of her. "You're not shy are you? You made Jane strip in front of
her father. Hell, you made her have sex in front of him. You even
whipped her in front of him. Surely to don't care about modesty. When
you return us, we'll forget about you completely. What's the matter,
small?"
I really should have punished her for that insolence. But I was just so
damned tired I really didn't care. I sighed and removed my underwear and
lay back down. Just to shut her up. Actually I wasn't shy. Just damn
tired.
"Enough. Get some sleep, you have a long day ahead of you."
Christi was silent, but I heard her rustling around. Probably trying to
get comfortable. She probably wasn't quite as tired as everyone else
since she had probably gotten off the lightest in the punishment
department and she had slept when I took Liz and Catherine and in the
car.
I suddenly felt her breath down near my groin. I opened one eye and saw
the back of her blonde head near me. I sighed as her soft lips engulfed
me. After today, it was all I could do not to come as soon as she
touched me.
She slowly, lovingly moved her head up and down, moving her tongue
around, sucking slightly. Within seconds, I felt the heat rise in me.
Images of Jane, naked, bound and screaming in front of her father.
Christi making love to her own mother. Catherine whipping Liz. Kimberly
alone in a hardware store. Breasts bound and clothespinned. I couldn't
help myself. I climaxed, thrusting up into her mouth. Forcing her to
take it into her throat. I felt her desperately swallowing my ejaculate.
And when I was done, she simply turned and looked at me. She gave me one
of those perfect smiles, like a cat that just got the canary. I watched
as she struggled against the cuffs and slowly worked her way off the bed
to join her fellow captives on the floor.
I watched as the self-satisfied smile played around her lips. Some come
still sitting daintily in the corner as she sat on the floor. I pointed
to the corner of my mouth and watched her tongue snake out and daintily
lick her lips clean.
She lay down beside the other girls, on the hard floor.
"Good night. Sleep well." she murmured.
"Good night, Christi." And I fell into an exhausted sleep.
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All Rights Reserved
I awoke, according to my watch, about fourteen hours later. A pleasant
way to awake. I opened my eyes to a gorgeous blonde, straddling my body,
slowly moving herself up and down, eyes closed, breathing hard, bare
breasts heaving. The chains on her hands and ankles softly jingling.
The sensations rising from my groin. Her soft vagina caressing my penis.
Her low moaning. In minutes I orgasmed in her. As I orgasmed she opened
her eyes and smiled.
"Good morning sleepy head."
Groggily, I said "Good morning." She continued her movement, slowly
bringing herself to her own orgasm, softly crying out and pulling
against her bonds.
She crawled off me and worked her way up to lie with me. I gathered her
in my arms and held her for a while. Not quite believing what had
happened. This gorgeous creature, naked and chained, voluntarily giving
me sex. And fantastic sex. I vaguely recalled her blow job, nothing
expected in return last night before I drifted off.
I heard a noise outside the bedroom. I perked my head up and glanced
over the bed. The scissors were lying on the bedspread near the edge.
And Jane was gone.
Christi noticed that I'd heard something and murmured in my ear, "It's
Okay. She's just off making us breakfast. Can't order room service. They
didn't answer, and even if they did, I have absolutely nothing to wear
to greet the guy in." She smiled.
"What's with the scissors?"
"Oh God." She paled. "I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to hurt
her."
I was confused, but decided to hear her out. "No promises."
"Oh God. Alright. This is my fault. Really. If you are going to punish
anyone, punish me okay? Jane and I woke up early. I think Liz is still
asleep. Anyway, I was the only one that could move. We were really
quiet, didn't want to wake you. Could just imagine what would happen if
we did. Didn't even wake Liz, though she is a pretty sound sleeper. We
talked for about an hour, got to know each other. She's pretty smart,
you know. We cried a bit, but eventually talked ourselves into thinking
it was a good idea to make you breakfast. But, I didn't know where you
put the keys to these things," she shook her wrists for emphasis. "The
only thing we could do was to untie Jane since you only used rope on
her. I struggled for about an hour with the knots. Damn these cuffs are
inconvenient. Anyway, eventually we got her free and that's when it all
fell apart."
"What happened?"
"Please, you have to promise not to hurt her."
"What happened?"
Christi was nearly in tears now.
"Well, Jane got up and tried to find the keys to my cuffs. All she found
was that pair of scissors. Then she got this look on her face and she
picked them up and started to move towards you. I was crying, and she
was looking at you, sleeping. It would have been so easy to end this
all. Just one stab in the right place. She knows about the Time thing,
doesn't she?"
"She figured it out. Most of it anyway."
"Anyway, she just stood there for like five minutes. Looking at you with
hate in her eyes. Then everything just drained out of her. She sort of
went limp and she dropped the scissors there. She was crying. And then,
without a word, she just padded out of here and the next thing I know,
I'm hearing breakfast sounds. I crawled up on the bed, but I couldn't
get a hold of the scissors to move them. Then the rest you know. Please,
I'm the one that untied her. I know I shouldn't have. Please, she
stopped. You can understand. God, you tortured her family. She was only
doing what anybody would do. But she couldn't. Please."
I was silent for a time, letting Christi softly beg. I was concerned
that I'd been so lax as to allow this to happen. The equations say that
my death would just revert the timeline back to the last mark where I'd
been alive ... but I really would prefer not to test it.
"Okay. I know your intentions were good. I'll let it slide this time for
her. You, I'll figure out a suitable punishment for later."
Christi softly cried, her bare body shaking. She looked at me with her
teary eyes and made a soft entreaty, "Okay, punish me, I deserve it. But
please not on the breast. I don't think I could take that. I don't know
how Jane survived that cropping. You know her breasts are still welted?"
I nodded.
At that moment, I watched the magnificent figure of Jane stride nude
through the bedroom door carrying a tray. She smiled brightly, took note
of Christi in my arms and brightly said, "Good morning. Though it's been
morning for a hell of a long time." A reference to me having stopped the
world in the morning "yesterday". If she saw the tear streaks on
Christi's face, she didn't make the connection. I suppose that she
thought that it was unlikely that Christi would tell me about the
scissors incident.
I decided to keep it Christi's and my secret for now. I'd just keep my
eye on Jane, though if she didn't stab me when she had the perfect
chance it was damn unlikely that she ever would.
Jane practically bounced into the room, evidently a lot more lively
after a sleep. She lowered the room service tray over my body and gently
pulled Christi out of my arms.
Without a word, Christi slid back to the floor and knelt quietly.
Jane took three bowls of cereal off the tray and put them on the floor.
She then came back to the bed and curled up beside me. Her smile was
infectious as she picked up a fork and began to feed me. I was in
heaven. All thoughts of punishing this naked girl vanished as she fed me
my breakfast. A conglomeration of pancakes, scrambled eggs, juice, milk
and toast. I could hear her stomach growling as she fed me, but she
never once complained.
After I was done, she licked her fingers clean, took the tray off the
bed and placed it to the side. She slipped to her knees beside Christi.
God, they looked gorgeous. Two nude women, kneeling, waiting. One
cuffed. The other simply holding her position, hands resting easily on
her bare knees.
"Sir?"
"Jane?"
"Permission to release Liz so she will be able to eat her breakfast?"
I nodded. Jane, still on her knees, inched forward and began to untie
the third female. Liz, groggily awakened, momentarily forgetting where
she was. A startled scream on her lips as she opened her eyes to see
Jane releasing her from her bonds. She struggled against the ropes while
Jane shushed her.
As she awakened, she calmed down and allowed Jane to release her.
Liz groaned. "Not a dream."
Liz was soon free and rubbing her wrists and ankles. Getting the
circulation going into her limbs.
Jane looked up at me. "Christi too?"
I shook my head. Christi could stay in her chains for now.
"May we eat our breakfast now, please, sir?", Jane was in a particularly
submissive mood this morning. Not sure why.
"Enjoy. And if Christi can't eat with the cuffs on, will one of you feed
her?"
Liz moved to pick up the bowl from the floor. Jane just looked at her
and grabbed her arm before she picked up the cereal. I heard Jane
whisper, "Like this," to Liz.
Jane fell to her hands and knees and crawled over to the second bowl.
She lowered her head and began to eat. Making quite a mess, but the
submissive stance was just about driving me nuts. Tears began to fall
from Liz's eyes, but she fell forward as well and began to eat the soggy
cereal. Christi made a good effort at it, but without the use of her
hands to support her, ended up with most of the cereal on the floor.
After Jane had finished, she picked up Christi's bowl, had her kneel and
tilted the bowl into Christi's mouth. Christi smiled gratefully, then
leaned forward to lick up the spills off the floor.
I watched amazed as the women humiliated themselves for me, without me
even asking them to. I couldn't believe this. Less than twenty-four
hours ago, these women wouldn't have dreamt of eating breakfast off the
floor while naked in front of some strange guy.
I scratched my head.
"What the hell got into you?"
Jane, from her knees, "I thought you would like that. That's all. I was
only hoping that if we were a little more submissive that you wouldn't
have to hurt us anymore."
"I liked it. And unless one of you does anything else dumb today, I
guess it will be pretty hard to punish you ..."
Jane let her breath out. The humiliating display hadn't gone for naught.
Chapter 26
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All Rights Reserved
I dressed quickly.
Leaving the nude girls in the bedroom, I wandered out to the living room
where I'd left Amy hog-tied the former evening. She was awake and livid.
"About time. What do you want from me?"
"Don't know yet."
"Will you please untie me?"
"I like you like that."
"Oh God. My arms are killing me. Can't you loosen the ropes at least?"
"Who are you?"
"Amy Trotman. I told you already. Who was that woman that wouldn't speak
to me this morning."
Hmmmm. I guess Jane gets some cruelty points for ignoring the bound
girl.
"That was Jane."
"Who the hell is that? And why was she naked?"
"I like my women naked. Clothing is relatively useless on a woman. Don't
you think?"
"Please."
"Amy, we can do one of two things. You can stay tied up there until I
decide I don't like it anymore. I can cut your clothes off you. Or, I
can release you, you can strip for me, and I can re-tie you a bit more
comfortably."
"Oh God. Please. You don't have to do this."
"I know. I want to do it."
"Why? What did I ever do to you?"
"Absolutely nothing. You were just in the wrong hotel room at the wrong
time. And I want to see you naked. So which is it?"
"Please don't do this."
"You want me to choose? I like cutting clothes off helpless girls."
"Shit. Okay. Untie me. I'll take them off for you, you bastard."
"You sure?"
"Yes. I'm gonna lose them one way or the other."
"Good girl. You are catching on quick."
"Bastard."
I placed the gun on the table and bent down. I quickly unwrapped the
ropes holding her and she gasped as the circulation returned to her
hands and feet. I gave her a second to uncramp her muscles while I
settled into the couch. She stayed on the floor, her face a mask of pain
as the circulation caused pins and needles to crawl across her skin.
Finally, I could tell the pain had diminished and I spoke to her, "Amy,
get up."
"Please don't make me do this." But she rose to her feet.
"Continue."
Her small hands fumbled with her clothes. Dropped her blouse and pants
at her feet and stood in front of me, somewhat defiantly in her bra and
panties and ankle socks.
"Please don't make me take off the rest."
"Amy ... we can tie you down again and I'll take the rest off if you
like."
She shook her head and used her toes to slowly pull her socks off. Her
toe nails were painted and she had perfect feet. She looked up with
pleading in her eyes as she stood barefoot in front of me. Seeing no
compassion, she resigned herself and popped the front closing clasp of
her bra. She let the piece of cloth fall off behind her. Wanting to get
it over with now, she quickly hooked the waistband of her panties and
slid them down her legs, stepping out of them daintily. She raised her
hands to try and cover her bare breasts and between her legs. I let her
for now. She shifted her weight from bare foot to bare foot while I
watched her.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.
"Now what? You rape me?"
"I don't think so." I let her just stand there, nude. Awkward.
After a few more minutes. "What then? Please. This is so humiliating."
"I think I'll tie you up again. Come here. Lie across the coffee table."
"Please no. I'll do whatever you want. I stripped for you. You don't
need to tie me up again. I won't run away. Please. I can't stand being
tied. I'll do anything you want. You want me? You want me to give you a
blowjob? Fuck you? My-my aa-sss?"
"Amy ..."
"Please," she was crying now. Her shame and her fear apparent. Being
hog-tied for hours was beginning to seem like the easy part to the poor
naked woman.
"Amy, all I want right now is to tie you to this coffee table. Don't
make me hurt you."
The naked woman stumbled over to the table and carefully lay down across
it, face down.
"You know I want you face up."
"Why, so you can rape me?"
"No, my dear, so it is easier to hurt you."
"Oh God. Please don't hurt me. I won't let you tie me up."
"Amy, for every second that you don't let me tie you to that table will
mean more pain. And I mean more pain."
A small voice came from the hallway, Jane's, "Amy, that's your name ...,
Amy, you have got to do what he says. Like it or not. God, I don't
believe that I'm saying this. Amy, honey, if he says he is going to hurt
you, he *is* going to hurt you. You'll only make it so much worse if you
don't obey."
I shook my head. I would have to do something about that willful girl. I
was positive that I told her to stay in the bedroom with Christi and
Liz.
But her voice got through to Amy. The frightened nude girl slowly
flipped over onto her back on the table and lay there, her breath coming
in great gulps as the adrenaline flowed through her body.
I looked over at Jane. "Alright fancy lady. I was pretty sure that I
told you to stay in the bedroom."
"I'm sorry, sir. I swear I am. The others were afraid to come out. But I
felt bad for this girl. It was so hard to ignore her this morning, she
was in such pain. And we could hear you in the back room having trouble
with her. I though I might be able to help. She's just frightened.
Please. You don't have to hurt her. She'll do anything you tell her.
Won't you, honey?"
The nude girl just looked up through her tears and nodded.
"I want to watch her being hurt. If she cooperates, then it doesn't have
to be too much."
Amy moaned, "Please, sir. You don't have to hurt me. Please don't hurt
me."
"Jane, as long as you are here, why don't you tie her?"
"Please no. I don't want to get involved."
"You are already involved. You are already in hot water for sneaking out
here. You want to make it worse? Remember, every three minutes. You know
I can do that again."
"Oh god, please never that again. My boobs still hurt."
She was already at my feet taking the rope that I held out.
She whispered to the frightened girl on the table, "Please, just do what
he says. I don't want to do this, but you don't have any idea what he
can make you do. I had to strip and have sex with my sister in front of
my father. Then he made my mother have sex with another woman while he
timed it by whipping my bound boobs."
I saw Amy's eyes flick to her father still visible outside the door.
"Oh God. He won't do that to me, will he."
I watched as Jane expertly wrapped the rope around Amy's wrists and
ankles holding her securely to the coffee table.
"Honey, I don't have a clue what he'll do to you, but I can guarantee
you won't like it. But, if you disobey, or hesitate, you'll regret it.
Please, take it from someone who has seen it. Just do what he says."
"Jane, you want to hurt her?"
"Oh God, please don't make me do that. I don't get off on this stuff.
I'd rather take another whipping than hurt her."
"Jane, it wasn't an option."
"Oh no. I've done everything you asked. I only came out to help."
"And now you are helping."
"No. I can't do it."
"Jane. We can go back to the mall you know. Elaine's breasts still are
aching for the touch of the crop."
"You bastard. I can't hit another woman for you. Tie them up. Strip
them. Even make love to them, if you absolutely have to. I can even fake
that I'm enjoying it. But I can't torture another woman. Think what you
are asking. I know how much it hurts. Unlike you, I have a conscience."
"All right, Jane. How about if I hurt you too? Where would you like to
be tied up?"
"Please no."
"Jane, if you don't let me do this now, we will head back to the mall.
I'm sure your mother would love to make love to everyone again while I
whip you. Only this time, maybe I'll get her to do the rounds twice."
"You bastard. How do you want me?"
"Still won't hit Amy to save your hide?"
"Do I still have the choice?"
"Nope. But I thought I'd ask anyway ..."
Resigned. "Where do you want to tie me? You can do anything you want to
me, but I can't hit that poor girl. And please not back to the mall."
I led the shaking girl to the center of the room. I glanced down at Amy.
She was pulling at the ropes holding her wide open on the coffee table.
Softly crying.
"Hands up." Jane obediently raised her hands to waist level. I tied them
together. Jane just shivered.
There were a few hanging plants in the suite; one of which I simply took
down and placed on the floor. I ran the rope through the hook and placed
Jane under it. I pulled her bound wrists above her head and tied the
rope off by running the rope around Amy's waist. That way Amy would know
just how hard Jane was pulling while I hit her. Jane, standing there
nude, knowing that she was about to be tortured, but still standing
still, docile. I marveled at her self control. Wondered idly, if she had
actually orchestrated a punishment. I remembered her wet pussy after the
breast beating at the mall. Maybe she got off on this stuff? I doubted
it, but one never knew. Perhaps, after her punishment I'd ask her.
I returned to the bedroom and retrieved an ankle spreader. Christi was
kneeling on the floor in front of the bed, still in her chains.
"We tried to stop her."
"I know. I have a task for you."
"Oh God, what?"
I smiled at her.
"Oh shit. You want me to have sex with them. Please no." She pursed her
pretty lips.
"Yeah, Liz can hold down the fort." I took the handcuffs off Christi's
ankles and quickly cuffed Liz to the foot of the bed. No complaints. I
guess she preferred to stay quietly in the bedroom than participate.
Didn't surprise me.
I practically had to drag Christi out to the living room. Her eyes
registered no surprise at Jane and Amy. Naked and bound.
Christi just looked at Jane, "You didn't do something he asked, did
you?"
Jane just miserably shook her head.
I knelt down and carefully spread apart Jane's legs and attached her
bare ankles to the bar. She was spread open. I decided to make this
harder on the bound girl and wrapped each breast in rope, squeezing the
mounds until it looked uncomfortable. Jane had been in this position
before.
"Oh God. Please not again. I'll hit her. I'll whip her if you want. Just
don't hit my boobs. Oh God. Please. Mercy."
Ignoring the pleading woman, I motioned Christi to walk over. She did.
She knew what I was going to ask before I had to open my mouth. She
knelt in front of Jane whispering, "I don't want to do this."
I looked down at Christi, hands still bound behind her back. "I'm going
to whip Jane's breasts. Once every three minutes until she comes. At
that point I'll give her the option of begging to hit Amy. Understand?"
"Oh God. Jane, you have to hurry, okay? It's hard enough me having to
lick another woman without her screaming. Honey?"
Jane just gulped and nodded.
Taking aim, I brought the crop down across Jane's bound right breast.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH", she screamed. As the pain faded, she began to
beg. "Oh God. My boob. It's on fire. Please no more. I'll hit her. I'll
do anything. Just no more."
I watched as Christi raised up on her knees and pressed her face into
the squirming, crying girl's pussy, trying to get her to orgasm and end
this torture.
"Count." I said to Jane.
"Count? Ahhhh. God it hurts."
"Count. That was one."
"Oh God. You bastard. One."
I glanced at my watch. Jane realized that she had better begin thinking
about getting to orgasm or she was going to get hit again. Through her
sobs, she tried to concentrate on the tonguing from Christi, the nude
blonde between her legs.
Three minutes.
I slashed the crop down across her left breast, just missing the nipple.
"Oh shit. Oooowwowowowowowowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. Jesus Christ. Argh.
Please. For pity's sake. Stop. You have no idea how much that hurts. My
boobs. You're tearing them apart. Argh. Bastard."
I hit her breasts again. Both of them. Almost immediately. She almost
falling against the ropes, pulling Amy's body with the connecting rope
making Amy cry out.
"AAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Jesus Christ. God. Shit. Argh."
Through her sobbing. "What happened to every three minutes. Ah Christ."
I just looked at her and raised it again to give her a third.
It dawned on her pretty face a little too late.
"Oh Christ. I'm sorry. Please I'm sorry. Two. Ahhhhhhhhh No Nargh. Two.
I said two. Please stop. It hurts so much."
Her bound breasts were heaving with her exertions. Her bare feet
practically leaving the floor with her struggles. Amy was struggling
with the rope around her waist. Jane's bound wrists trying, in vain, to
get her sore breasts away from their torment.
Once she remembered to count, I laid off her breasts and began counting
off another three minutes. Christi still struggling to give Jane the
stimulation she was going to need to stop this punishment.
Jane began to really try and concentrate through the sobbing and she
looked like she was nearly at the climax that she so desperately needed
when six minutes arrived and I brought the crop down right across both
bare nipples.
"Ahhhhhhh. N-no. Bastard. I was almost there. Oh God. My nipples. God
you almost tore them from my tits. Oh shit. Three. Three. You
son-of-a-bitch. I wish I could show you how much this hurts. Fuck.
Jesus. Please no more. I'll come for you. I'll crawl. I'll torture Amy's
tits. I'll lick her all over. I'll do anything. Just no more."
Finally she began contracting and at about eight minutes and fifty
seconds I watched as her muscles tightened and she crashed through an
orgasm, crying out through her pain. Just as she was peaking, it was
nine minutes and I slashed the crop across the tops of her bare breasts
causing her to scream again.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Four. Christ Four. Oh God. I'm coming again. My tits. Oh
God. My tits."
The last stroke seemed to put her into another orgasm or an extension of
her first climax. No way to tell. She screamed. The nude blonde still
with her face buried in Jane's pussy. Jane's body writhing in pain and
orgasm. Finally, after what seemed forever, her body went limp, her
bound bare feet barely supporting her. Sobbing. Christi finally falling
back on her heels, trying to get the taste out of her mouth, but not
complaining.
Jane hanging in her bonds began to beg. I was completely surprised that
she remembered that she still had to beg to be released. Perhaps it just
came naturally to the naked woman after the breast torture.
"Oh my God. I'd forgotten how much that hurt. My boobs. I can't take
anymore. Please don't hit me again. Please. You've torn me apart.
Please, untie me. Please let me down. I'll do anything you want. Just
don't hit my boobs again. Please. I'll do whatever you want to Amy. I
swear it. I'll whip her. Please let me hurt her. Please, I want to hurt
her. I'll do it with my boobs tied. And my feet spread. Argh. You
bastard. Please, just let me down."
While she babbled, I wandered over to the by now very scared Amy and
released the waist rope. Jane collapsed in a heap as soon as she was
robbed of the support to her wrists. Christi tried to move closer to the
bound girl and comfort her but wasn't very effective with her hands
still cuffed behind her back. Jane just lay her head against Christi's
breast and sobbed. She couldn't seem to stop crying. Trying to hold her
wounded breasts with her bound hands.
Amy looked up at me with fear as I sat on the couch waiting for Jane to
finish crying. The girl bound to the coffee table looked up at me with
tears in her eyes and spoke softly, "Please don't do that to me. I'll do
anything you want. You don't have to hurt me."
"Amy, I am not going to lie to you. I am going to get Jane to hurt you.
Believe me, it will be better than if I do it."
"Oh God, but why? I haven't done anything. I've done everything you
wanted." She was beginning to pull at the ropes holding her bare body to
the table.
I nodded to her bound wrists. "I wouldn't pull against them if I were
you. When Jane starts in on you, you are probably going to bruise them,
but you don't need to start early."
"Please, don't hurt me."
"But Amy, I want to hurt you. I want to see you cry." My hand stole
forward and idly stroked her helpless bare breast. She cringed at the
touch.
"Oh God." Tears welling up.
Even Christi was crying still trying to comfort Jane.
"You ready?" I asked Amy.
"Please no."
I walked over to Jane and Christi, crouching down.
Jane looked up at me with bleary eyes, red from her weeping. "You
bastard." But her tears had nearly stopped.
I just looked at her. "You should know better. You always end up doing
what I want in the end anyway. You ready?"
Jane held out her still bound wrists. I quickly untied them. Her hands
fell immediately to her bare chest, cradling the bound breasts, trying
to ease the hot pain that must still grip the sensitive mounds. I held
out the crop. I saw a brief flash in her eyes as she reached out to take
it. Wishing she could hit me with it. In the most painful spot she could
find. Just once. But she didn't.
To her credit, she didn't even ask if I'd untie her breasts. They must
have hurt like holy hell, but she knew that they were staying bound
until I decided to remove the constricting ropes.
I retreated to the couch, and relaxed.
Jane finally managed to stop her crying and moved awkwardly on her knees
to the opposite side of the coffee table. The spreader bar still holding
her ankles wide apart. Christi just knelt quietly where she was.
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I looked down at Amy's frightened face and asked her, "Have you even
been made love to by a woman?"
"Please no. I'm straight. I have a boyfriend. Please don't make me do
that."
"Christi ..."
"Oh God, please. My tongue aches. No more."
I just motioned her over. After the display with Jane's breasts, she
wasn't about to argue. She resignedly crept forward on her bare knees
and positioned herself between Amy's spread legs.
Amy started to beg again. "God. Please. I can't do this. I'm not good
with pain. I'm not a lesbian. I can't. Please, God, I just can't."
I reached forward and grabbed her face by the cheeks and turned her head
towards me.
"Amy, I want you to listen to me. I'm going to get Jane to hit you. Not
as hard as I hit her. She'll go easy on you, unless I tell her to hit
you really hard. I will only ask her to hit you really hard if you don't
look like you are trying. She is going to hit you once every two minutes
until you climax. I have no idea what you are thinking. I really don't
care. Just try not to think that it's Christi using her tongue between
your legs. Think of your boyfriend or something. Okay? Understand?"
Amy closed her eyes, resigning herself to this and nodded her head. I
felt her head move a little with my hands which were holding her face.
"It's going to hurt, isn't it? Can I scream?"
Jane spoke up from her kneeling position beside Amy, "Amy, honey, you
aren't going be able to stop yourself from screaming unless he's kind
enough to gag you." She looked at me with pleading in her eyes. "Just
try and recover from the blows quickly and concentrate. The faster you
come, the faster the pain stops. Okay?" She looked up at me. "You are
such a cruel bastard."
Amy closed her eyes and moaned.
I spoke to Jane, giving her instructions, "Amy's new to this, and I'm
not punishing her. I want to hear her cry, even scream occasionally. But
don't kill her. I won't make you hit her with all your strength unless
she disobeys. I'll reserve the rough stuff for when she's done something
to deserve it. Okay?"
Jane looked somewhat relieved that she didn't have to put all her effort
into this. Maybe that made it easier on her.
"Ready, ladies?"
They all just groaned, and I nodded to Jane. I watched as she brought
the evil crop up and swung it up in a wide arc bringing it down with a
sharp twist at the end of the stroke to strike Amy just above the
breasts near her collarbone. The sharp snap wasn't near as wicked as the
sounds I would have made on her defenseless body, but Amy yelped in
surprise. Then as the pain washed over her, she moaned loudly.
Christi bent to her task, a look of distaste on her face. Her tongue
busy on the bound nude girl. Amy squirmed in her bonds, but I could see
from her face that she wasn't trying very hard to concentrate on the
sensations from her vagina.
I looked at Jane, her frightened eyes looking back at me. After a minute
and a half I spoke to Jane. "Janey, Amy isn't trying very hard. Next
one, put some snap into it. Across the nipples."
Amy wailed. "Oh God, please no. I'll try. I promise I'll try." She
pretended to grind her hips.
Jane looked at me with a question in her eyes. But she knew better than
to voice it. I just nodded.
"Two minutes."
"Oh God."
The cruel whip snapped down across both bare breasts, catching both
nipples. The breasts dancing crazily on her chest with the force of the
blow.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Christ. My tits. My nipples. Oh please
God. Not again. Not there. I'm a woman for chrissakes. My tits. You
don't hit a woman there. Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. It hurts. Oh god, it hurts."
She pulled at her ropes, probably bruising her wrists and ankles as I'd
predicted. Crying, now. But a little more anxious to try and orgasm. At
this point, I don't think she'd care if it was a dog licking her vagina.
As long as she was able to come and prevent more strokes from crashing
down.
She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her body.
"Four minutes. Jane, the stomach."
"Oh God, you bastard. Please. Stop her from hitting me. I can't come
like this. Oh God. Please." Jane let the crop fall, not as hard, across
Amy's flat stomach, just a hair above Christi's bobbing head and
industrious tongue. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, God. Please. I can't take it
anymore. Please. It hurts so much. My tits. Oh my God." She was crying,
tears falling unashamedly from her eyes. Begging. Struggling.
A red line appeared where the crop had kissed her stomach. Amy tried to
focus through the pain on the sensations from Christi's tongue. I could
tell she was having some serious problems, getting by the fact that it
was another woman that was pleasuring her. Having trouble getting enough
stimulation through the pain.
"Six minutes. The breasts."
"Oh God, not there again. It hurts so much." Jane closed her eyes,
ignoring Amy's pleas, and brought the crop up hitting Amy's smallish
breasts from below. "AHhhhhhhhh. No. Stop. Ahhhhh. Please no more.
Christ. Shit. Fucking bastard. Son-of-a-bitch. Argh."
Jane whispered at me. "Please have mercy on her. I know how much the
crop on the breasts hurt. Let me hit her stomach. Her legs. Anything
else."
Amy was just hanging in her bonds, trying to concentrate on the tongue
between her legs. Probably trying to pretend it was her boyfriend.
Crying. Humiliated that she had to do this.
"Eight minutes. Your choice."
Jane closed her eyes and slashed another welt across Amy's thigh, right
beside Christi's working head.
Amy screamed in pain, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. No. No. God. No more. It hurts.
Why? Oh please let me go."
I watched as Jane looked pleadingly at me. She spoke, "Please, I can't
do this. She's just a girl. You have no idea how much this thing hurts.
She can't concentrate enough to come. You'll kill her. I'll be whipping
her until she faints. Have some compassion. For God's sake let me help
Christi, or something. Let her come quicker. Or let me hit her less
often."
"Janey ..."
"All right. I'll keep hitting her. Oh God, by boobs hurt." Tears began
to fill her eyes again.
"All right."
Jane looked up from her soft sobbing. "All right? All right what?"
"You can help Christi after the next one. But I was going to give you
your choice again. If you want to help Christi, you'll have to hit her
breasts again."
"Oh God."
Amy wailed. Jane whispered to the tortured girl. "I'm sorry Amy, but I
can't do this to you much more. You have to come."
"Ten minutes."
Jane closed her eyes, bracing herself for the coming screams and slashed
the crop across the poor girls nipples again.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh my God. Nooooooooo. No more.
Not my tits. Shit. Argh. Oh you bastard. Fuck. It hurts. Shit. It hurts
so fucking much. No more. I'm begging you. I'll do anything for you.
I'll crawl. You can tie me up forever. But please no more hitting. Oh
God, my tits."
Jane dropped the crop on the table against Amy's bare body and leaned in
close to the sobbing girl. She whispered to her, "Please, Amy, you have
to concentrate. You have to orgasm."
She choked out around her sobs, "I can't concentrate. It hurts."
Jane leaned in and kissed the bound girl full on the mouth. I could
vaguely see Jane force her tongue into Amy's mouth trying to gently
touch her tongue. Amy closed her eyes and tried her damnedest to ignore
the pain and and concentrate on the kiss and the sensations from between
her spread thighs. I could see her face flushing, trying to turn the
pain in her breasts into arousal. Jane continued to kiss the girl until
I spoke, "Twelve minutes."
Jane, tears in her eyes, pulled away from Amy and picked back up the
crop. Knowing what was expected she brought it down hard on the tops of
Amy's sore breasts.
Amy screamed again as though she was being tortured, which I suppose she
was. "Argh. Oh you bastard. My tits are going to fall off. Oh God, it
hurts. Please, mercy. I can't come like this. Fucker."
Jane's mouth cut her off again, as she resumed the kiss with the crying,
shaking girl. I could see that Christi was tiring. I watched as Jane's
hands stole gently, ever so gently to stroke Amy's bare nipples. Amy
flinched, but in seconds was pushing her tormented chest into Jane's
fingers as though begging for more attention. I watched as Amy's body
began to tense against the bonds. But, like Jane earlier, she had picked
a bad time to get to orgasm.
"Fourteen minutes."
Jane again pulled away and I heard Christi groan. Amy fell back against
the table, unable to maintain whatever fantasy she had fallen into
without Jane's soft lips and teasing hands.
"You are such a bastard," Jane glared at me, "she was almost there."
The crop crashed down against the bottom of her breasts again.
"Ahhhhhhhhh. Oh God, please no more hitting. I'll come for you. I'll
masturbate, I'll do anything. I can't concentrate through this pain. My
tits HURT."
Jane leaned forward, whispering to the bound woman. "Come on Amy. Back
where you were." Jane's hands playing with the tortured breasts. Christi
renewing her tonguing efforts. All three softly sobbing. Amy trying her
damnedest to concentrate. Her body tensing. I picked up the crop.
Sixteen minutes came and went, but I didn't announce it. Seconds after
the sixteen minute mark, I watched as Amy's body finally tensed up
against the bonds, pulling against them, her groan as the breath left
her body and the pleasure of the climax washed over her, Jane still
kissing her. Christi continuing to use her soft tongue. At what I judged
to be just after the peak of her climax, I brought the crop down,
lightly, against her abused nipples, catching nipples, and Jane's
fingers in the process. I watched as she screamed and immediately tensed
up again. Pulling hard against the bonds. Her breath was ragged as she
fell back against the table, her heart hammering with the multiple
orgasm. Her muscles relaxing, her head turning away from Jane's mouth.
Moaning.
Jane slowly fell back on her knees cradling her own, still bound,
breasts. And Christi raised her head and asked permission to stop her
task. I nodded, and she groaned, "Thank God.", falling back on her
heels. I watched her moving her tongue around in her mouth. It was
actually quite attractive to watch as she tried to work the circulation
back into her tongue. Breathing hard. Bare breasts heaving after the
marathon.
Amy looked up from her table. "Oh my God. I've never come that hard in
my life. Christ my tits."
I lay back on the comfortable couch and waited patiently for the girls
to recover.
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Slowly their breathing returned to normal. The girls silent in with
their own thoughts. Trying to make sense of what I'd just done to them.
Amy was softly crying. The other two, a little more used to the abuse,
just knelt quietly.
After letting Jane have time to recover, I moved to her side. Startled
Amy, who I think may have been crying herself to sleep on the table.
I slowly released Jane's feet from the spreader bar and helped the
aching girl to her feet. She was a bit unsteady on her feet as I walked
her back to the bedroom.
Liz, still chained on the floor, looked up and her eyes widened as she
watched me helping Jane, her bare breasts still bound, into the room.
Jane wincing at the pain each step transmitted to her bound breasts.
Liz spoke up. "What the hell did you do to her? She looks like she's
been through the war. I thought you were killing them."
I spoke to Liz, "I just played with her." Jane grunted at this.
"Seriously, she didn't obey, I had to punish her."
"Good God. Why?"
"Jane?" She looked up through bleary eyes. "Jane, if I asked you to whip
Liz, would you?"
She began to cry, but nodded.
I saw a really frightened look cross Liz's face, but I ignored that for
now.
"Jane, beg to whip Liz."
"Please don't make me hit her, too. Haven't you made me do enough?"
"Jane."
"Please no more. My boobs are on fire. I can't take anymore."
"Beg."
"Oh God." She fell to her knees. "All right. I can't take anymore.
Please let me hit Liz. Please make me whip her tits. Make me hurt her.
I'll use the crop. The paddle. Whatever you want. I'll tie her down.
Whip her until she passes out. Oh God. Please don't make me do it."
I gently placed my hand under Jane's arm and guided her off her knees
and to the bed.
"Jane lay back on the bed. Spread eagled."
Comprehension dawned on her face. She looked at me, still in tears.
"I don't have to hit Liz?"
"No, Jane. I just wanted to hear you beg. I wanted to frighten Liz. And
I wanted to make sure that you learned your lesson. You really would
have hit her, if I demanded it?"
She suddenly looked impish. "You may have had to hit me again, but yes,
I would have." A smile played around her mouth for the first time since
she'd wandered out of the room without permission.
"You are a willful girl."
"That's why you took me isn't it?"
She looked magnificent, spreading herself out. Breasts bound tightly. I
began to work on securing her to the bed. Ropes running from her slender
wrists and ankles and attaching to the bed posts.
"You figure it out. I'll be back in a minute."
I slipped off the bed and released the handcuff from the bedpost holding
Liz's right hand. I had her rise to her bare feet and snapped the cuff
around her other wrist behind her back. She whimpered but allowed the
bondage. Like she had a choice.
As I slowly walked Liz out to where the other girls were quietly talking
in the living room, she whispered a quick word of thanks for not making
Jane hurt her. She surprised me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as
I deposited her in an easy chair facing Christi, still kneeling on her
heels and Amy still bound to the table.
I quickly checked Amy's body for lasting marks. She quietly suffered my
probes and tracing of the crop marks.
"You okay?"
Amy just looked up at me. "My tits still hurt like hell, but, yeah, I'll
live."
"You comfortable enough?"
"I'd be more comfortable if you untied me."
I laughed. "Amy, sweetheart, I'll tell you this right now. You are going
to remain tied up no matter what for a while. But, if you would prefer,
I can tie you in a more comfortable position, if something is cramping
or something."
Amy pulled at her bound wrists and ankles. They were secure, but they
weren't really tight like the hog-tie I had originally had her in. She
knew what tight was. This wasn't causing her any circulation discomfort.
"If I gotta be tied up anyway, this is comfortable enough. Can I have a
cushion for my head?"
I reached for a throw pillow. I gently put my hand under her head and
raised it for her, lowering it carefully onto the pillow.
"Thank-you," she murmured.
I began to walk back down the hall to the bedroom, when I heard
Christi's small voice.
"Where are you going?"
"Back to the bedroom. I have to talk to Jane."
"Talk, huh?"
Though her voice was light enough, I thought I detected a note of
jealousy in it as well.
"Christi, I am going back to talk to her. I need to find out some
things."
It was pretty clear from the blonde's face that she was pretty sure that
I was going back to have sex with Jane. But it was interesting that she
was jealous.
"You girls behave out here. You can talk, but keep it down. I don't want
to hear you. Gets noisy enough and I'll gag you all."
Christi said in a soft voice, "Don't hurt her, okay, she's had enough.
Please?"
I leaned down to Christi, the only one of the bound women that had any
influence over things at all, kissed her tenderly on the cheek and
whispered in her ear. "I'll leave her alone. Promise. Okay?"
For some reason, Christi just began crying again, but nodded her head.
I rose and walked back to the waiting girl in the bedroom.
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I opened the door to the bedroom and stepped quietly into the room. I
shut the door behind me, muffling the quiet talking of the girls in the
living room.
On the bed, Jane twisted her head and watched as I walked into the room
and sat down on the bed beside her.
She spoke first.
"You aren't going to hurt me anymore are you? Please?"
I shook my head.
"Can you take off the ropes on my boobs? They're killing me."
I traced my finger down her squeezed breasts and she flinched at the
touch. She moaned and pulled weakly against her ankle restraints.
"Are you sure you want them off?"
"Are you kidding?"
"Jane." I just looked at her. She turned her face away as far as the
ropes would let her.
"You know. Don't you?" she finally asked after a moment of silence.
"Know what?"
"Oh God. You are going to make me say it, aren't you?"
"Know what, Jane?"
"The pain."
"What about it?"
"You felt my crotch the first time you whipped me. You know, you
bastard. It turns me on. Goddammit," she whispered fiercely.
I watched as her eyes began to fill with tears. They slowly overflowed
her lids as she turned her face toward me. Openly crying. I reached
forward and carefully wiped the tears away, she couldn't do it on her
own with her wrists bound as they were.
"It turns you on?"
"Yeah. My mind hates it. It hurts like hell. But. But. But. My body ..."
She began to cry again. I let her.
Still breathing raggedly, she continued.
"You've taken everyone. I don't have anyone else to talk to. You
probably don't care about how I'm feeling. Do you?"
"I care. In a different sort of way."
"You know. All my life I've been a strong woman. I've been a feminist. A
good Catholic. Equal opportunity. Straight A's. All that shit. Calm.
Helped all my friends when they started having sex. A fucking rock. Jane
the rock. Then you fall into my life. Being everything I hate. Torture
my family. Sexually abuse me. For no better reason than your own
pleasure. And you physically torture me. Whip my boobs. Force me to do
things that no sane person would ever do. I swear in a former life I
would kill you. I have no clothes. No dignity. No control. You can make
me crawl like I'm an animal. And, goddammit, its turning me on. My head
hates it. My body betrays me. Everytime you abuse me. Degrade me.
Humiliate me. I feel it. Between my legs. My nipples. Tingling.
Demanding attention. Just talking to you now is doing it. And I hate
myself for it."
"Jane."
"Don't Jane me. I'm lying here, roped to a bed, my boobs tied up. Aching
from your crop. And part of me is saying, disobey him so he'll hit you
more. Do you have any idea how confusing all this is? How hard this is
emotionally?"
She began to weep quietly.
I moved off the bed and sat in one of the bedroom chairs and silently
waited for her to finish.
"I don't even know your name."
Her question surprised me. Why should she care who I was?
"No you don't," I said to her softly.
"Who are you? Where did you come from? How are you controlling the
world? Why me? A million questions. I know you don't have to answer
them. I'm just a dumb slave now."
"Janey. You are one hell of a strong woman and hardly dumb. You know
that?"
"Maybe I'm just being belligerent so you'll beat me again. How will even
I ever know?" Tears began to fall silently from her eyes again. I
couldn't believe anyone, least of all this petite girl, had so many
tears in her. She was really upset. And not entirely with me this time.
"Okay. Jane. I could tell you my name and my background but it doesn't
matter. This whole experience doesn't matter. When all this ends, you'll
remember nothing. When I restart the world, you'll fall back into that
mall, with your family, your loved ones, continue looking for pretty
clothes and you won't remember a thing about this. Not the torture of
your family. Not your sexual abuse. Not being tied to this bed talking
your heart out. Nothing. It didn't happen. I'll remember it, but if I
ever see you again after this, walking down the street, yeah, I'll think
to myself how much fun *I* had, but you'll be completely oblivious why
I'm staring at you. Or if you notice, you'll just think, another male
pig ..."
She sniffled. "What if I want to remember too?"
"Sorry, babe. Equations don't lie. Can't."
"I feel so helpless. So powerless. I just have to do what you say. Like
it or not. You so rarely care what one of us thinks or wants."
"You are helpless and powerless. I've seen to that. It's part of your
life until I decide to restart things."
She thought about that before continuing.
"I may not have any power. I may have to do dirty and humiliating things
for you. But I'm still Jane inside. You may have my body under your
control. And you might be able to make me feel weird things with how you
treat me; but you'll never break me completely, you know ..."
I nodded. "I'm counting on it. Why do you think I made you come with
me?"
I walked forward to the bed and sat down beside her again.
"I know your mind is in a whirl but it will settle down. I promise."
"I know what good your promises are." She smiled up at me weakly.
I began to slowly release her bound breasts. She gasped at the sudden
inrush of blood to her sore parts. Tears sprang to her eyes everytime I
touched a welt.
"I hate it. Feel me. Feel between my legs." I reached down. She was
sopping wet. "I can feel the tingling. Insistent. Everytime you hurt me.
But I hate it. The pain. The degradation. It hurts dammit. Why does my
body react to it?"
"May as well ask why I like hurting you. Our bodies function in strange
ways, Janey. You should know that."
"And that climax. I've never had a climax like that. Not even ... not
even when I'm by myself. And I know what and where I want. My God, I
thought I was going to pass out with you beating me and Christi sucking
me. After all that pain, my boobs aching, the crop, the sounds of myself
screaming, that climax was the most wonderful feeling. God. It almost
made it worthwhile."
"Jane. You are only seventeen. You haven't had time to find out what you
like. You would have found out eventually. You still might after you
return."
She began to cry again. She managed to choke out, "I'm only seventeen.
I'm just a girl. I don't want this to be happening to me."
She began to pull against the bonds. But only half-heartedly. I had
finished releasing her breasts from the ropes. She sighed.
I bent down and gave her a kiss on the cheek, then one on each swollen
breast She just continued to cry, naked and bound on the bed. I sat down
in the chair and watched her cry herself out and slowly her breathing
became more regular and her eyes closed. I guess she'd been through a
lot already today. It isn't every day that you discover, to your horror,
that you are a masochist. Soon she was pulling weakly against the bonds
in her sleep. I watched her sleep for a while, thinking. Finally I rose
from the chair, kissed her soft cheek again and left my willful one in
peace, quietly closing the door behind me.
Chapter 30
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I walked back into the living room. As they heard me approach, the women
stopped whatever they were talking about.
"Talking about me?"
Liz spoke up. "No, sir."
"What were you talking about?"
"Just our former lives. Our dreams. That sort of thing."
"Someday, I'd love to hear them too. But not right now. We have places
to go. People to see. Ropes to tie."
Christi groaned. "What are you going to make us do now? Suck off the
Dallas Cowboys?"
I looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Any more sarcasm out of your
pretty mouth and that might be exactly what you are doing."
Her face grew white as she realized that I probably could make them all
do just that and she shuddered.
"I'm sorry. Truly I am."
"That's OK. It's just been a long day already." I looked at Amy, bound
to the coffee table. "Probably longer for you, but who's counting?"
I bent down beside the table and began to loosen the ropes that held her
ankles to the table. Jane tied good knots. Took me a while to work them
free. While I worked on the knots I turned to Christi.
"Remember in your mother's office?"
"How the hell could I forget?"
"Remember how I promised you something?"
"I remembered, but I was sure that you had forgotten ... and I wasn't
about to bring it up ..."
"You still feel the same way."
Shy. "Yes." Head down. Eye's downcast.
I finally released Amy's right foot. She shook her free leg and wiggled
her toes. Happy to not be bound anymore. Not even a hint of a kick. I
began working on her left ankle.
"Tell you what, where do you think you could find two women that you
want to play with?"
"I don't know, the mall?"
Amy's left leg was free of the rope and she kicked her legs up into the
air playfully. I moved around to her wrists. I could see small bruises
forming already where she had pulled at the ropes holding her wrists. I
kissed her wrists at the rope and began to unwind the lashing.
"We've been to the mall. Somewhere else ..."
"Well, I've always fantasized about the outdoors ..."
"Pick up two girls at the mall, take them to the park or something?"
"If you'll let me."
"Oh, this I want to see. If you are serious."
Shortly Amy's hands were free of the table, and she sat up, rubbing her
wrists.
I spoke to Amy. "Sorry, but your freedom is going to be short lived.
Hands behind you."
She pouted, but knew better than to argue. She meekly put her wrists
behind her back where I slipped a pair of handcuffs onto her,
ratchetting them secure, but not tight.
I looked over at Liz, sitting quietly in the chair.
"Liz, babe. Christi and Amy and I are going to head out. You have your
choice. You can sit here. I'll tie your ankles to the chair, and leave
your wrists cuffed. Or you can come with us."
Liz looked at me shrewdly. "I think I'll stay here if you let me. But
you don't have to tie me up. I won't go anywhere."
"I want to tie you up. I won't make it tight. Don't disturb Jane, she's
sleeping in the other room. If she wakes up and calls out, reassure her
that I'll be coming back to free you and her. We might be gone a while
though."
I began to wrap the soft rope around her ankles holding her to the
chair. Soon she was lashed to the chair, she pulled against the bonds,
but wasn't able to move her feet. She sat quietly.
Liz looked up at me as I rose.
"Can a girl ask for something, sir? Without you punishing her?"
"What is it?"
"Well, if you are going to be gone for any length of time, it would get
very boring just sitting here tied to this chair."
"Uh-huh."
"And I know that it doesn't matter to you whether I'm bored or not, and
I can understand that. I'm just a slave. But if you aren't particularly
interested in my boredom, perhaps you could put a movie on the
television for me, or something. With the volume low? Maybe some music?
Please?"
"You wouldn't like the movies that I have with me."
"Whatever it is, it would be better than being bored. Please?"
I rummaged through the pack and pulled out the softer bondage porn and
slipped it into the VCR. I set the VCR to rewind and continuous play the
tape, flicked on the television and waited for the credits to end. First
scene had a very scantily clad woman tied to a chair. The shot panned
out and I watched her struggle with her gag and ropes for a minute
before pulling Christi and Amy to their bare feet.
I released Christi's hands from behind her back and re-cuffed them in
front of her.
"I think you know you don't have to cuff me at all."
By now, I would have felt safe sleeping with her free. However she
looked so attractive wearing the things I just had to keep her in them.
Amy pulled at her cuffs, probably hoping that I'd remember her and
change her hands to be in front as well. But she still hadn't earned
that privilege.
I guided both girls out the door and into the hotel hallway. I watched
Amy's face as she passed her father. She shuddered a bit, but realized
that things could have been worse. She had heard the story about Jane
having to strip and have sex in front of her father.
Christi turned to me, a smile playing on her lips and asked, oh so
innocently, "We're allowed to walk?"
I just looked at her. The cheeky devil.
"Any more cracks outta you and I'll have you crawling and Amy holding
the leash."
Christi smiled and continued walking towards the stairs, purposely
exaggerating the sway of her hips. Making sure that I got flashes of
between her legs.
She seemed happy to be out of the suite. I guess I had had them all
cooped up and bound for a long time.
Amy walked slowly beside me, her bare feet scuffing at the carpet. She
smiled a bit watching Christi almost dance up ahead. Almost happy.
Hard to believe that the girls actually found something to be happy
about after all I put them through. The human spirit will always amaze
me.
As we passed into the stairwell, Christi broke into a run, pounding her
bare feet down the stairs, laughing, calling up to me and Amy to catch
her if we could. So easy to run away. A day ago, she wouldn't have
dared. A day ago, I wouldn't have let her.
We found her at the bottom of the stairwell, breathing hard. Trying to
catch her breath. Laughingly, she berated us, "Told. You. You. Couldn't.
Catch. Me."
Amy was a bit more sober. But she was probably still getting used to the
idea that I could have her completely naked, handcuffed and walk around
the stopped world without getting caught. She was probably still a
little self-conscious of her nudity.
We walked out through the opulent lobby and onto the street. I
recognized the area we were in. I must have been tired yesterday.
I stopped Christi and spoke to her, "How about a pair of lawyers?"
"Lawyers?"
"Yeah, we're in the financial district. I'm sure we can find a pair of
good looking lawyers around here for you to have."
She thought about it. If she had to have women, lawyers should be a lot
of fun. Strong willed. Well educated. Probably would absolutely hate
being put into that situation. Perfect.
"Okay. Where?"
We found a high-rise with a number of law firms stenciled into the
directory.
"Either one of you want to ask the guard?" I pointed to the big burly
type guy standing frozen by the elevators.
They both shook their heads. We found the fire stairs easily enough.
Christi was fairly dancing with excitement. I was beginning to think
that she was telling the truth about wanting to do this.
We reached the twenty-second floor and walked through the various
offices. Mostly male lawyers. Suits.
Finally we happened across an office with a female lawyer. She was
pretty. Tall and thin. Christi immediately wanted to try her, "She'll
do. She should be able to take us to another one. Can't I have a guy as
well? Please?"
I just shook my head. I had no real interest in seeing some guy
dominated and humiliated. Not my cup of tea. I suppose I could have let
her do it without me. I could've had my own fun with Amy. But then what
carrot could I dangle in front of her when I needed her to do something
particularly distasteful?
Resigned, she asked, "So now what?"
"Maybe you should let me take her, get her tied up, or handcuffed and
then let you take over. You aren't very menacing the way you are and I
ain't about to let you wear any clothing now."
"Oh. What will you let me do to her?"
"Here's the plan. I'll take her. You and Amy, I'll chain up in the other
room, for a minute to keep you out of the way. If she sees you two naked
and chained the way you are, she'll be a lot harder to handle. When I
get her under control, I'm going to bring you and Amy in. I'll just sit
and watch and you can do just about anything you like to her. I'll stop
you if you get out of control."
"I can hurt her?"
"All you like."
"Seriously?"
"If it gets dangerous, I'll stop you."
"Okay."
I led Amy and Christi out into another office, with some male lawyer in
it. I quickly cuffed Amy and Christi to his desk and walked out and back
to the original office. They settled onto the floor and sat quietly
waiting.
I closed the door and sat in an easy chair. I pointed the gun at Ms.
Lawyer's pretty face and released her from the time block. She yelped
when she saw me.
"Where the hell did you come from?"
A by now familiar refrain. "Thin air, lady." I decided to have some fun
at her expense. "Hands up."
"What do you want? How did you get in here?" as she raised her hands.
"I can only answer one question at a time. What do I want? I want you to
put on these handcuffs," I tossed them on the desk in front of her. "How
did I get in here? I walked."
She was getting frightened, but resisted putting on the cuffs. Most of
the women seem to realize that they become much more vulnerable if their
hands are locked together.
"Why do you want me to put them on?"
"Lady, I don't have time for this." I let a shot off into the ceiling. I
was going to have to reload the thing soon.
The loud noise really scared her and she involuntarily covered her ears.
"Please don't hurt me."
"Cuffs."
She hurriedly picked up the handcuffs and locked one side onto her right
wrist.
"In front of me?"
I nodded. Front was fine for now. Christi could change it if she wanted.
I watched as she closed her eyes and snapped the other side closed
against the desk.
"OK. Up. We need to go for a walk."
She rose and little unsteadily, using her cuffed hands to pull herself
out of her leather chair.
"Where are we going? You won't get away with this you know. There's
security in the building. That gunshot would have been heard."
Thinking about the frozen guard in the lobby, I almost laughed.
"Just come on lady. What was your name?"
"Janet."
"Come on, Janet. What other female lawyers are there around this area?"
Bewildered, "Why do you want to know about other female lawyers?" She
was glancing around seeing all the people frozen, realizing that the
world had gone awful quiet and that she was probably on her own. Not
quite comprehending the situation, but realizing it was bad.
"Company."
"Oh. What kind of lawyer you want."
"Someone who takes care of herself. Attractive."
"You are going to rape us aren't you?"
"Nope. That I will promise you. I won't even hurt you unless you don't
cooperate. Another lawyer?"
"There's Lynn Dermett. She works out. Or there's Susan Li."
"Lynn sounds fine. She a friend of yours?"
"We do lunch sometimes. She's up two floor in financial."
I jammed the gun in her ribs and she gasped. She led the way, pointing
with her shackled hands until we reached a set of internal stairs.
We climbed up two flights and Janet led me directly to an office with
the name Lynn Dermett stenciled on the name plate. She was currently
frozen writing something on a pad. I closed the door and jammed the gun
against Janet's temple.
"Wh-what have you done to her?" Janet was shaking in fear.
"Nothing. She's just frozen. Watch."
Lynn suddenly jumped to life.
"You are controlling it." Janet hissed.
Lynn looked up from her work to see her handcuffed friend with a gun to
her head.
"Where the hell did you come from?"
"Thin air," I was having a sense of deja vue.
"What do you want? Put that gun down before you hurt someone."
I tossed another pair of handcuffs on Lynn's desk.
"Put them on before I have to hurt Janet here."
"Why?"
"Because if you don't, I'll start making new holes in Janet. And if that
doesn't work, I'll start making new holes in you. When you die, I'll
just find someone who doesn't ask as many questions."
Janet spoke up, a little shakily, "Lynn, do what he says. It's loaded. I
have a bullet in my office ceiling."
"God." She began to put on the cuffs, same as Janet.
"Good. I knew you lawyers were smart."
"You won't get away with this."
I ignored her and slowly moved Janet to an office chair. I removed her
handcuffs.
"Hands back, behind the chair."
"Let me go. Please."
I wrapped her crossed wrists with rope and tied it off. Quickly crossed
and tied her ankles together as well. At gunpoint, I moved Lynn away
from her leather chair and forced her to lie face down on the carpet.
Removing her handcuffs I had her put her hands behind her back where I
lashed them together. I lashed her ankles and knees and let her struggle
with the ropes on the floor while I went to retrieve the other women.
When I arrived in the office next to Janet's, I released their cuffs. I
recuffed Amy's hands behind her, to a little protest. I removed
Christi's cuffs completely.
Christi asked, "You have her?"
"Yup and another. The other office is bigger."
I led the two nude ladies up to Lynn's office, watching their bare
bodies as they climbed the internal stairs barefoot in front of me. I'd
never tire of seeing these women walking in front of me nude.
I stopped them outside the office door.
"You sure you want to do this?"
Christi swallowed heavily. "It isn't permanent?"
"Nope. If you like, I can return them to their desks as soon as you are
finished."
"Okay. I'd like to try."
I handed her the crop. "You know where everything else is."
"Too well. Probably better than you do."
I walked into the room first pulling Amy along a little unwillingly.
Christi followed me into the office.
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