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Chapter 31
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
I settled into the comfortable leather chair and pulled Amy down to sit
in my lap. Her bound hands pressing into my abdomen between us. She sat
stiffly for a moment, then shifted a bit and relaxed. At the moment
nothing really being required of her.
Lynn found her tongue. "What the hell is going on here?" The two nudes
probably had shaken her.
Janet's voice came from the chair, "Lynn, he's got us under his control.
If you don't want to get hurt, you might want to consider listening to
him." She sounded scared. I guess that was understandable considering
that I'd just walked in like I owned the place with two nude girls in
tow, like I owned them as well. I doubted very much whether either
lawyer was keen on being owned.
I spoke up. "Actually, I'm just an observer. That girl there. I pointed.
You may call her Mistress Christi, will be giving you your marching
orders. I'd suggest that you take her seriously. Just because she's
naked and you ain't doesn't mean that you should ignore her. Got it.
This naked wench in my lap, you can refer to as Slave Amy."
I felt Amy blush as I introduced her. Both lawyers mutely nodded.
Christi walked around the office, inspecting the furniture. The decor.
And finally the women, tied up. Lynn had her eyes closed. Christi began
to work at the quick but secure knots that I had tied. Quickly freeing
the woman.
"On your knees."
"Please don't do this." The lawyer climbed from her prone position to
kneel.
"I want you to crawl around the office. Twice. If you don't move fast
enough, I'll give you a swat with this crop." She showed Lynn the crop.
"Oh my God. Please."
Christi came forward and gave Lynn a light stroke across the ass. The
woman fell to her hands and knees and began to crawl. I have to admit, I
was getting excited watching Christi, naked, forcing this woman to crawl
in her business suit. Quite a contrast. Janet looked on in horror.
My hands began to lightly caress the bare body sitting in my lap. Amy
squirmed a bit at first but decided that she had better let me do as I
wanted if she didn't want punishment. She finally sat still and just
closed her eyes letting my fingers lightly touch her bare body.
Christi had given the crawling, miserable woman at least four strikes
with the crop before she finished the second circuit of the room. I had
watched, with a small smile on my face as I watched her hand steal to
her crotch as she followed the poor lawyer about the room.
Finally, she finished and allowed the woman to stop crawling.
"Okay. On your feet."
"Please." Lynn was breathing hard.
"Strip."
"Oh please no."
Christi walked over to Janet tied to the chair. She had learned a lot
from me. Don't threaten the primary subject unless you want to punish
her.
"Strip or every minute Janet gets another cropping."
Christi had no watch, not being allowed even jewelry, but I glanced at
mine. Christi swung the crop, hitting Janet across the cheek, not
particularly hard. But the face is a terrible place to get cropped.
Janet screamed mostly in surprise I suspect. The blow wasn't that hard,
though a red mark across the cheek resulted. I was surprised that
Christi would hit her in the face like that.
"Ahhhh. No. Not my face. Please, Lynn do what she says."
She had learned. Isolate the weaker of the two. Threaten her. The
stronger one would take lashes until doomsday, but will generally break
down if the weaker one is threatened. If your intent is to punish
someone long and hard, then threaten the stronger one. I learned that
with Jane and Elaine early on.
Lynn glared at Christi, and began to take off her suit. Jacket first.
"Did he make you do this?"
"If I told you, would you believe me?" Christi asked the disrobing
woman.
"Please don't make me do this." The jacket fell to the floor.
"Shoes next." Lynn kicked off her shoes. "Nylons or pantyhose?"
Lynn looked bewildered.
"Are you wearing nylons or pantyhose?"
"Nylons."
"Off."
Lynn reached down and pulled the thin socks off her feet. Standing
barefoot in the middle of her office. Her face began to flush.
"Continue."
"All of it?"
"Yeah, so you are as naked as me. I don't like my slaves to have more
clothes than I do."
"Please lady. You're a woman. Obviously he's controlling you. Come on.
Don't make me do this. Did you want to strip the first time he made
you?"
"I was naked when he took me. And use Mistress." I felt Amy shudder as
she remembered her initial humiliation when I had made her strip for me.
"Huh?"
"Mistress, address me as Mistress instead of lady. Okay?"
"Okay. But please don't make me take off my clothes. Give me some
dignity."
"Why?"
"You are a woman and you are asking me why?" She was incredulous.
"Come on, strip." She brought the crop down cruelly across Janet's chin.
"Oh God. Please stop hitting her. I'm taking my clothes off. Please."
She began to remove her clothes. Pants first. Then blouse. The typical
begging when she hit the bra/panties deal, but they eventually fell from
her body, Janet taking another stroke to the tip of her nose. Lynn was
quite attractive. Nice figure. Nice legs. Nice breasts.
Both women were now crying. I watched as Christi felt between her own
legs again and shivered at her own touch. I was remembering the first
time I saw Christi. Naked and masturbating. When I took her. Maybe I'll
make her do that in front of me again sometime.
"Crawl for me again."
"Please. I've already crawled. Not again."
Christi raised the crop and simply pressed it against Janet's face.
Crying, Lynn fell to her bare knees and fell forward. I watched, rapt,
as the crying female was forced to crawl around the room again. Her bare
ass swinging, her breasts hanging below her body, swaying with her
uncomfortable gait.
Janet watched in horror, as her now nude friend was forced to crawl.
Tears in her eyes.
After Lynn had made her round of the room, Christi swept all the paper
and pictures off the cluttered desk.
"Come here."
"Please no more." But Lynn crawled over to the desk.
"Lie across it. Face up."
Christi looked at me with pleading in her eyes.
"Sir, can I please use Amy?"
I considered. The naked girl in my lap shook her head wildly. I lifted
the girl off my lap to stand in front of me. Meanwhile, Lynn was
climbing onto the desk, lying quietly hands at her sides.
I had Amy turn around and I unlocked one wrist. I put her hands in front
of her and relocked her wrists together. She squirmed a bit, but knew
she really had no choice. I pointed to Christi and Amy meekly walked
over to where she was standing.
"Amy, you know how to tie knots?"
"My hands are cuffed. But yes."
"Sir, her hands?"
"Stay bound."
"Can you tie a knot with your hands cuffed?"
She shook her head.
"Amy," I said, "remember the coffee table?" Terrified, she mutely
nodded. "Do you want me to punish you for not cooperating?"
She gulped and looked back at the blonde mistress. "I'll try. I'll try
my best."
Christi handed her some rope. "Tie Lynn to the desk. Okay? I'll fix
whatever you can't do."
Tears began to form in Amy's eyes, but she bravely walked over to the
desk and began to tie the nude lawyer to her desk as best she could.
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All Rights Reserved
As Amy worked hard to secure Lynn to the desk, Christi wandered over to
the other lawyer, Janet.
"Please let me go."
Christi just looked at the scared woman.
"Janet. I'm going to cut your clothing off now. I need you to cooperate
or you might get cut. These scissors are sharp. Okay?"
Janet wailed. "Please no. Please."
Christi just moved forward with the scissors.
"Oh God. Please no. I'll strip for you. Please don't cut my clothes
off."
I suspect that the woman realized that if her clothes were cut off her,
then she wouldn't have anything. She would be naked and not even have
anything to put back on. Assuming she was ever allowed clothing again.
She would be completely stripped and not just her clothes.
Janet squirmed a bit, but Christi carefully cut the clothing from her
body, starting at the top and working her way down. Finally, Janet sat
quietly, resigned that she couldn't do anything about this indignity and
simply let Christi remove it. She even raised herself off the seat to
let Christi remove skirt and panties.
By this time Amy had completed tying Lynn to the desk. Lynn pulled
against the bonds but Amy had actually done a passable job, even with
her own hands bound. After she was done tying up the other woman, she
walked back over to me. I motioned for her to sit at my feet. She
daintily curled herself up and sat quietly at my feet watching the
events in front of us.
Christi wandered over to me, and bent to my ear. She whispered to me,
"I'm not sure what to do now. I'm used to having you direct me."
"You want me to tell you what to do with these women?"
"I don't quite know how to say this, but yes. I want to dominate them. I
want to hurt them. But, I feel so guilty doing it."
I ran my fingers through her vaginal lips. She was sopping wet. She
gasped at the touch.
"This is turning you on, isn't it."
She turned a little red, but nodded.
"Okay, if I was you, I'd force Janet to make love to Lynn in front of
you. Neither one is going to want to do it, but Lynn will probably
resist more. For me, I'd break Lynn using the crop on her. She looks fun
to punish. Make her beg to have Janet between her legs. Janet won't last
long watching her friend tortured."
"Oh God. You mean like what you just did to me and Jane? Hit her until
she orgasms?" Just the thought of it was making Christi shake.
"Something like that. But it's up to you. Be creative. This is probably
your only chance. You're the mistress."
Christi gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and then walked back beside
the bound woman in the chair.
She looked at the shaking woman. "Janet, have you ever made love to a
woman before?"
"Oh God. Please no. I'm straight. Never. I can't. Please don't make me
make love to you. God. Please."
"Relax. I'm not going to make you make love to me. Not yet anyway."
"Oh thank-you."
"But, I do want to see you make love to Lynn."
Lynn, outraged, yelled, "Never. Don't let her Janet."
Christi leveled a glare at the bound woman. "Who asked you?"
"Never. She'll resist you. I'll resist you."
Christi walked over to Lynn. This was playing right into her hands. She
reached down and ran her fingernail over Lynn's bare right nipple. Lynn
squirmed.
"You don't like women touching your body?"
Lynn just moaned and pulled against the ropes holding her. For my part,
I was surprised that Christi had done that. She had always seemed so
opposed to lesbian contact, apart from touching her own body. And I
wouldn't count that as lesbian contact. Simple masturbation. I guess,
she was willing to do it to further her own ends.
"Your body likes it." Her right nipple had risen to attention.
"Goddamn you. You damn well know that they react to any touch."
"So you won't enjoy Janet? Hmmmm?"
"Of course not. I'm not like you. I'm straight."
Christi slapped her face and leaned in and hissed in her face.
"You are the only gender *he'll* let me have. I wanted a guy."
Lynn, frightened, began to realize the position she was in. "I'm sorry.
I didn't mean ..." It was beginning to dawn on her that maybe I was
controlling this, but she maybe shouldn't be pissing off Christi either.
"Beg to let Janet fuck you."
"You are crazy. Never."
Christi wandered back to the pack and fished out a ball gag, returning
to Lynn. She pressed it against her mouth but Lynn wouldn't open it.
Like with Dave, Christi had already figured out how to get a person to
open their mouth. I watched in fascination as this woman calmly reached
out and began caressing Lynn's nipple. Lynn stiffened but refused to
open her mouth. Suddenly, I watched as Christi's nails dug into the base
of Lynn's nipple, cruelly twisting it. Lynn let out a surprised yelp and
as she opened her mouth, Christi slipped the ball behind her teeth,
silencing her. She quickly tied off the gag while Lynn struggled to push
it out of her mouth with her tongue. Unsuccessfully.
Christi walked around the bound woman, and finally ended up beside her.
"Now, where shall I hit her?"
Lynn's eyes widened and tried to say something around the gag.
Janet spoke up from her chair. "Please don't hurt her. I'll do what you
want. I'll make l-love to her. Just don't hurt her. It isn't necessary."
Christi looked at Janet. "Janet, I am going to hurt her. Nothing you can
do about that." She pointing with the crop. "Her thighs, her stomach, or
her breasts. You choose."
"Excuse me?"
"Where shall I hit her with this thing? Her thighs, her stomach or her
breasts?"
Lynn was really pulling against the ropes.
Janet collapsed crying. "God. Please. I can't choose that. Please don't
hurt her." She'd felt light blows on her face earlier. She knew exactly
how much it was going to hurt in any of those places.
"Choose."
"Please. God. No."
"Never mind. I'll choose the breasts."
"Oh God. Please no. Not there. She'll die if you hit her there. Do you
have any idea how much that is going to hurt?"
Christi remarked, "Actually, I've never felt this thing." But I could
see on her face that she remembered seeing Jane feel it against her
breasts. Twice.
"Please, it will kill her. Hit her thighs. Please. Hit her thighs."
"You had your chance to choose and you wouldn't."
Muffled cries from Lynn.
"Please. Don't hit her breasts."
"Beg."
"What?"
"Beg to be allowed to choose where I hit her."
"Oh my God. All right. Please let me choose where to hit her. God.
Please."
"Where."
"Her thighs. Please hit her thighs. Not her tits."
Christi raised the evil whip and Janet braced herself even though she
wasn't the one about to hurt like hell had descended on her. Christi
dropped the crop hard against Lynn's bound thighs. I heard the scream
right through the gag. Tears welled up in Lynn's eyes, but they still
looked so defiant. Christi was going to have to have a lot of resolve to
break this woman. Janet was already broken.
Christi allowed the bound, gagged woman to settle down. She looked at
Janet tied securely in the chair.
"I'm going to whip your friend here. Ten times, alternating from thighs
to stomach to breasts. Once every minute. Now, I want you to count for
me. I lose track easily. If you forget, we start again. Understand."
"Oh God. Please no. You'll kill her. Please you don't have to hurt her.
She'll do what you want. I can't watch this."
Muffled protests from Lynn. Lynn shaking her head.
Christi, brought the crop down on Lynn's stomach. Even I could tell that
it wasn't a light stroke. Lynn screamed through her gag as a red welt
formed across her bare stomach. She convulsed straining every muscle to
get free and protect herself. The ropes held. I thought to myself,
better save your strength lady if she's going to whip your breasts as
well.
Janet, sobbing in her chair just watched out of dull eyes.
Christi, almost talking to herself, "Hmmmm. I lost track." She brought
the crop down again, this time hard against the bottom of both Lynn's
ample breasts. The woman beneath the crop screamed behind the gag,
trying to move away. Anything to stop the pain. I could hear her begin
to beg behind the ball. Tears falling without shame from her eyes.
Janet snapped back to reality, remembering that she was supposed to
count. Through her crying she managed to choke out, "Oh God. Please. I
can't do this. One. Christ. One. Please stop hitting her."
A minute passed, Lynn finally had settled down, the initial pain in her
breasts fading a little.
Christi brought the crop down again. This time on Lynn's thighs. Another
wail muffled by the gag.
Janet, completely defeated just mumbled, "Two."
For the next eight minutes this went on. Lynn screaming, welts appearing
on her body as the crop fell. Christi wasn't pulling the strength behind
the strokes. I was almost thinking that Lynn was going to pass out from
the pain. Especially when the crop fell on her bare breasts. She wasn't
nearly as strong as Jane.
Janet's voice fell into a defeated monotone. Crying and counting as the
blows rained down on Lynn's bare body. Once every minute or so.
Finally, Janet, almost choking on her tears, pleading. "Please no more.
She can't take any more. God. Please. I'll do anything you want."
Christi reached forward and released the gag from Lynn's mouth. She just
lay there sucking in air. Gasping.
Christi spoke to Lynn. "I know it hurts. But you have to bear with me.
Just two more. I don't think Janet can count anymore." She was just
hanging in her bonds sobbing. "I'll give you the choice on one of the
last two. But you have to count. Don't miss, or I'll have to start all
over. I lose track easily."
"Oh God. Please no. I can't take anymore. My body. I'll do whatever you
want. Just no more with that thing. It hurts so much."
"I know. Where?"
"Where what?"
"Where do you want the ninth?"
"Oh God. You can't make me choose."
"I can make you beg, if you'd prefer."
"Oh God. Please no more."
"Where?"
"Please. My thighs. Hit me there if you must." She picked the part of
her body where it would hurt the least. I wasn't too surprised.
Christi brought the crop down extra hard against her thighs, crossing
the red welts that were already there.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Jesus. I want to die. Please. God. No more.
Please have mercy. It hurts so much. Argh."
Christi, I have to give her credit, just looked at the shaken woman.
Giving her a chance. I wouldn't have given her that second chance.
Finally, Lynn opened her eyes and realized.
"Oh shit. Nine. Please don't start over. I can't take that. Please god.
Make her stop. Nine. Please." Pitifully begging.
Christi just smiled and said, "About time. You almost earned yourself
another ten."
"Oh good god. I'd die. I couldn't take that. Thank-you. Thank-you." Lynn
realized just how close she had come.
"Now, my choice for the last one."
"Please not the tits. I can't take that. God, have mercy. Please no
more."
"The nipples. I think that looks like a good target." I had noticed
earlier that she'd purposely just hit the flesh of Lynn's breasts before
this. Avoiding the nipples.
"Oh God. No. I'll do what you want. I'll have sex with Janet. I'll enjoy
it. I'll crawl forever for you. You can hit me ten times on the thighs
or stomach. The ass. Anything. But not on the nipples. Have mercy. You
have nipples. Please. You must know how much that will hurt. Please.
God. Jesus. Nooooo."
Christi raised the crop and carefully aimed at the nipples. Lynn had no
choice but to lie there and take the stroke.
"Ahhhhhh. Argh. You bitch. I'll kill you. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Please, god.
Make her stop. Please. You must have torn them from my tits. Shit. That
HURTS. Oh Christ, my tits."
Lynn collapsed into moaning. If her hands were free she would have been
cradling her breasts. As it was she could only lay back and let the pain
from her nipples wash over her, moaning, and sobbing.
Christi settled herself back into the leather chair. And waited for the
pain to begin to settle to a tolerable level. The bound woman now
quietly sobbing, unable to comfort herself.
Finally, after a few minutes, she spoke. "You ready for more?"
"Please. I'll do anything. Just stop hitting me. I'll crawl for you."
"You'll make love for me?"
"Yes. Please don't make me do that. I'll have sex with Janet." She
babbled.
"Beg to have sex with Janet."
"Good Christ. Please let me have sex with Janet. Forgive me. Please let
her fuck me. You bitch. You whore. I'll do it. Just no more on the
tits."
"You'll enjoy it."
"No, I won't fucking enjoy it."
"You better figure out how, because if I don't see a pretty convincing
orgasm, I'll just starting hitting your breasts again until you do."
"You are a monster. I can't climax. Don't ask me to. Please."
"If you are going to fake it, it had better be good."
"Please don't make me ... us ... do this."
"You'll have five minutes. You don't orgasm by then, I'll just start
having to convince you."
"Please no more. I can't take any more. I hurt."
Christi had walked over to Janet and begun to untie her. Not her wrists,
but she released the ropes holding her to the chair and her ankles.
Forcing her to her feet. Janet resisted a bit, but allowed herself to be
guided to the end of the desk.
"Please don't make me do this," she looked to me for help.
"Out of my hands," I just shrugged.
I bent down to Amy and whispered in her ear. She jumped. I think that
she had thought that I had forgotten about her. "You ever give head?"
She looked up at me, pleading in her eyes. "Please don't make me get
involved. I'm not a lesbian. Please."
Cruelly, "You certainly came hard enough when Christi was licking you."
"God. Please."
"I'm not asking if you've given a woman oral sex. A guy. Your
boyfriend?"
A bit confused, she nodded.
"Any good at it?"
She shrugged.
I stood up and lowered my pants just enough to let myself fall free.
Amy's eyes widened.
"Please no."
"Would you rather go play with Christi?"
"Please. I'll suck you." Pulling against her cuffed wrists.
I sat back down and Amy, resigned climbed to her knees and settled
between my legs. I felt her soft lips as they engulfed my penis. Her
tongue gently caressing the sensitive organ. Tears falling from her
eyes.
Christi glanced over and saw what was going on. I thought I saw her give
me a surprised and hurt look, but continued getting the lawyers ready to
have sex.
I whispered to Amy, "Not too fast. I don't want to come yet. Just get me
ready." She mumbled something that felt amazing around the cock in her
mouth, but slowed down the pace just slowly bobbing her mouth up and
down on me. She looked up at my face, tears running down her face, and
pleaded with her eyes as she ran her mouth down the length of me again.
I ignored the begging of the woman in my lap and I watched the scene in
front of me and enjoyed the sensations that her soft mouth imparted
however unwillingly.
Lynn was begging Christi to stop the scene.
"Please, Lady ... er ... Mistress, please don't make her do this."
Janet lowered her head and tentatively stuck out her tongue, running it
up Lynn's outer lips. Grimacing.
"Look like you are enjoying it."
"Please."
Christi, without warning brought the crop down against Lynn's sore
breasts again. Just above the nipples.
"Ahhhhhh. Christ. Okay. Please. No more. My tits. Oh Christ. My tits."
Lynn closed her eyes and began to move her body as much as the ropes
would let her. Pretending to moan. Grinding her body against Janet's
tongue.
Christi, moved to the foot of the table and gave Janet a stripe across
her back. Janet screamed in pain.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Jesus. OwOwowowowwo. Oh God. Please. I'm doing what
you want. Please don't hit me. God. Please. I'll do it better."
She bent down and began using her tongue with a little more enthusiasm.
Lynn moaning in pain and trying to pretend she liked it.
Christi moved back to Lynn's breasts and without saying a word, brought
the thing down, catching the left nipple and the right breast.
The convulsion of Lynn almost knocked Janet away, but she managed to
stay on her knees and continue her task.
"Ahhhhhh. Jesus. What the hell was that for? Oh God. My breasts. Hurt.
Please no more. I'll do what you want. Anything."
Christi looked down at the tortured woman and simple said, "Enjoy Janet.
Have fun. When you orgasm, I'll leave you be."
"How can you expect me to orgasm with you hitting my tits? They hurt.
I'm in pain. Please."
"Concentrate."
I have no idea what she concentrated on, but she was soon moaning with
realistic sounds. Eyes closed. Janet continued to work on her friend,
trying to ignore what she was being forced to do. Hands roped behind her
back. Naked, on her knees. Moaning a bit herself.
Christi, satisfied with the performance, began to run her own fingers
lightly between the light hair between her own legs. Eyes intently
watching the forced sex in front of her.
The lips and tongue of the bound girl in front of me, causing me to lose
attention. I lifted her head, gently by the hair, trying not to hurt
her. "Slower, okay?"
Tears streaked her face. She nodded and lowered her head again to take
me back into her mouth.
Finally, I watched as Lynn began to tense in her ropes. As her body
crashed through the climax, she cried out and pulled against the ropes.
Shaking. If it was faked, it was a really good fake.
When she was done, Christi allowed Janet to pull away from her friend
and kneel quietly on the floor. Both women crying softly.
Christi walked over to me, a smile on her face. It faded a bit seeing
Amy giving me head, but she leaned close.
"You finished with them?"
"I guess. I'm at a loss at what else to subject them to."
"That's okay. I think you've put them through enough."
"Time to go?"
"One more thing."
"What?"
"Masturbate."
"What?"
"Lie down on the floor and masturbate for me."
"Please no. Not in front of everyone."
"Christi."
"God. Okay."
She lay back on the carpet, right in front of Janet's kneeling body and
began to run her hands up and down her own body. Pinching at her
nipples, running her hands through her light pubic hair. It looked a bit
mechanical to me.
"Christi."
She opened her eyes. "You know how you just made Lynn enjoy herself?"
"Yes."
"If you don't do this right, I'll have you up on that desk and I'll let
her whip you until you masturbate properly. I'm making a wild guess that
Lynn would love to get even for that thrashing you gave her."
"Please no."
"Continue."
This time, she realized the danger she was in. She began to really get
into it. Closed her eyes again and began to react to her own long
fingers softly caressing herself. Remembering the torment of Lynn.
Finally, pressing her fingers into herself. Touching her clitoris,
moaning. Finally crying out, spent. Her body tensing. Spasming.
Climaxing in front of me and the women she had just tormented. Crying
afterwards.
I gently pulled Amy's head away from my penis, letting her finally sit
down curled up at my feet.
Without me even asking her, Christi crawled forward and took Amy's
place. Still crying softly and breathing hard from her climax. Her soft
mouth engulfing me. Her hands lightly stroking, playing with me. I was
ready and within minutes of her attention, she felt me press her head
down, my penis slipping into her throat, spasming. I let my come fall
into her mouth and throat; her swallowing frantically. Finally, spent, I
released her blonde hair allowing her to rise.
Smiling, she licked her lips and rose to pad naked around the room,
gathered the ropes, gags and other playthings into the pack.
She approached me with a pair of handcuffs, turning her back and holding
her wrists behind her. I slipped the handcuffs on her.
I concentrated on the time continuum and released Janet and Lynn from
our timeline. They snapped back to their original positions. Not
tortured. Not naked. Not crying in humiliation and shame. Having no idea
of what they were forced to do while time stood still.
I gathered up Christi, still breathing hard. Had her carry the pack.
Catching Amy's arm, we all walked out of Lynn's office. The two nude
beauties walking quietly and comfortably down the stairs back out the
world below.
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We walked back to the hotel through the crowded streets. Christi and Amy
walking together about twenty feet ahead. Dodging frozen pedestrians,
quietly talking. I doubt very much if Amy quite realized what just
happened. She probably thought that I had forced Christi to play with
those two women. I was content to leave it that way, even though the
truth was far more interesting.
I was considering my next adventure while the barefoot girls continued
up ahead.
The two girls and I eventually arrived back at the hotel. I watched the
beauties as they climbed the fire stairs ahead of me. I quieted the
chatter from the bound girls as we entered the room. We had been gone a
long time, and Liz's head had fallen forward onto her chest, quietly
sleeping in her chair. Her wrists and ankles stopping her from falling
out of it.
Putting my finger to my lips, I motioned Christi and Amy to sit on the
couch and not disturb Liz. I flicked off the TV and VCR which were still
playing some scenes from the bondage flick. As I turned it off, a woman
was hanging by her ankles in a barn. Another woman was approaching, but
that scene winked out as I pressed the stop button on the VCR. I idly
wondered how many times Liz had had to watch the movie before falling
asleep.
I walked back to the bedroom where I'd left Jane bound to the bed. I
quietly opened the door and stepped in. Old habit, I caught myself
almost knocking on the door before I entered. I smiled to myself as I
lowered my hand. What? I was going to give her a chance to get decent? A
chance to ask me not to come in? That she was dressing? In the end, I
simply walked in. Jane didn't have those kinds of freedoms any more. She
was just my naked slave, currently bound hand and foot to the bed.
As I entered, and shut the door, I watched her. She was still asleep. I
watched her eyes, moving rapidly beneath their lids. Probably dreaming.
A tear formed and slowly slid down her cheek, her wrists and ankles
pulling weakly against the ropes in her sleep.
I watched her for a few minutes, then moved over to the bed and sat
beside her nude form. I began to gently untie her ankles. I must have
woken her, because as I turned away from her bare feet, to begin to
untie her hands, she had her eyes open watching me. I continued and soon
the ropes had been removed from her wrists and ankles, indents still
visible against her pale skin. She held her position voluntarily. Not
quite sure if she would be punished for lowering her hands and bringing
her legs together. I could see in her eyes, that she really wanted to
collapse herself from the spread-eagle position, but she held it. She
lay there quietly, waiting for me to speak.
"Had a nice sleep?" I asked her kindly.
"I guess. Would have been better without the ropes."
"You were dreaming."
"I was?"
"Yeah, you were crying in your sleep. Pulling against the ropes."
"You'd cry and pull against the ropes too if you were in my position."
"What were you dreaming about?"
I could see it in her eyes. A quick darting of the eyes. She was lying
as she said, "I don't recall."
"Jane. You're lying. What were you dreaming about?"
"Please. I can't tell you."
I picked up the crop that was still sitting on the bedside table. Idly
smacked it against my palm. Even that hurt my hand, I couldn't imagine
the agony of this thing hitting bare breasts.
"Oh God. Please."
"Your dream."
"What will you do to me if I don't tell you."
"Jane. You don't want to know this. It would be a lot easier to tell me
about your dream."
"Please."
"Alright. I'll force you to hold this spread eagle position, without the
benefit of ropes, and start to whip your thighs, hard, until you beg me
to tell me about your dream. And God help you if you forget."
"I only remember bits and pieces. I remember that my sister was whipping
me. You forced her to whip me. I think I was tied to a tree. I was so
hot and I was so embarrassed. Begging for you to fuck me. Begging for
her to fuck me. Anything to stop the pain. But you wouldn't let me go.
You wouldn't let me come. Nothing. Please. I can't remember anything
else."
"Quite a vivid dream."
"I only wish it will stay a dream. Please don't make me act it out
outside of my dream. Please. Leave my family alone. You can tie me to a
tree. Whip me, forever. Tease me. I don't care. Just please. Not my
sister. Please."
She was smart enough to know that this dream may give me ideas. But she
didn't change it. She could have reasonably changed the sister detail
and I would never have known. I reached down between her legs and ran my
finger up between the outer lips. She tensed and gasped softly as my
finger traced over her clitoris. But she didn't move. She was extremely
wet. Her face flushed as she realized that I could tell that her body
was betraying her again.
"Janey, I promised not to involve your family anymore. Unless you don't
hold up your end of the bargain. You have been a good girl, mostly, so
far. Don't worry about it. By the way, you don't have to hold that
position for me, you know. Though it does look nice."
Relief. She pulled her reaching hands down to her sides and slowly moved
her legs to a more comfortable position. I could see the effort on her
face as she curled herself up and shifted onto her side to look at me.
She'd been forced to hold the spread-eagled position for a long time. I
guess her muscles had cramped a bit or something.
"Where did you go?"
"Go?"
"I woke up sometime, a few hours ago, I guess. And you weren't around. I
tried calling out, and heard Liz from the living room telling me that
you took Christi and Amy and went out. That you'd be back soon to untie
us."
"I see. We went for some fun with lawyers."
Jane looked at me. "Female lawyers, I'll bet. Did they have fun?"
"I don't think so. But I also don't think that they will remember
anything about it."
"You returned them?"
I nodded.
"Good."
"Well, time to get up. Christi and Amy are tired, so I thought that you
and I could go have some fun."
Jane sighed but stretched her body and moved it around to sit on the
bed. She closed her eyes and stood. I showed her the handcuffs.
"Please. No. I swear I won't do anything. I'll be good. I don't need to
be bound. I won't attack you. I ... please ... I've been tied up so
long."
"Jane. I won't tighten them. You'll be comfortable enough."
"Oh God. Please no. You don't have to."
I turned the bare girl to face me. Looked into her face.
"Jane. I know I don't have to. I know that you will behave yourself. It
isn't that."
"No?"
"No. I just like to see you, naked and handcuffed."
"Alright. You are going to do as you please anyway. Just not tight. OK?
Please?"
"Turn around."
Jane slowly turned her back to me. I watched as she tensed, but held her
wrists behind her back. I didn't quite know why she was resisting this
time. But eventually she obeyed. I slipped the steel bands around her
slender wrists and ratcheted them closed. Not tightly, but securely. I
prodded her in the ribs and got her moving forwards ahead of me. She
walked slowly out into the living room. She had been alone for so long,
perhaps she was beginning to feel self-conscious about her nudity again.
After this long I would have expected her to be pretty used to being
nude. But, then again, I've never been in such a position. I really
don't have any idea how these girls would feel being in their position.
We made it out to the living area where the other girls were sitting
quietly. Liz was still asleep in the chair I'd bound her in.
I left Jane standing in the hallway and walked over to Liz. I gently
shook her until she opened her eyes. She balefully looked at me and
tried to move. The bonds held her bare body still and she just groaned.
I walked back to Jane and announced to the other women,
"Jane and I are going out for a while. You'll all be OK?"
Liz spoke up. "Can I please released from this chair. I'm getting sore."
Jane leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Please. I know what it is
like to be tied up in the same position for hours. Your muscles start
cramping and aching. It is so uncomfortable. Her body was meant to move
around. Not bound into the same position for hours. Not being able to
shift your weight. Unless you are purposely punishing her for something
..." Jane gave me a quick peck on the cheek, standing on her tiptoes.
I relented. I walked to where Liz was sitting and checked behind her
chair. Her hands were still cuffed behind her, though I had run a rope
holding her wrists down to the bottom of the chair.
I turned to Christi and Amy, sitting quietly on the couch.
"How about if I let you two release her?"
"But our hands." Christi moved her hands to the side, still handcuffed
behind her back to show me the problem.
"Yeah, so it will be a challenge. It will give you something to do,
while were gone. I'll let you untie Liz, if you can. Fair enough?"
Between the two of them, they ought to be able to get her free of the
chair. Even with their hands bound behind their backs. If not, I guess
Liz would be uncomfortable for the next few hours.
I wandered back to Jane, handed her the pack of bondage equipment into
her bound fingers, and placing my hand on her bare arm, guided her out
of the suite, past Amy's mostly frozen father and into the hallway.
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Jane was fairly quiet on the trip down to the street. She moved slowly,
but that was probably just due to a little stiffness from her sore
breasts and muscle stiffness from being tied up on the bed for so long.
As soon as we stepped out into the sunshine, Jane brightened
considerably and we began walking. I didn't have a particular
destination in mind, but I wanted to find a shopping concourse. Most of
the buildings downtown had such malls underneath them.
After walking for about fifteen minutes, Jane slowed down and ended up
walking beside me. She looked up at me, "Please, can we talk while we
walk?"
I just nodded. I didn't like to talk to the girls every time they wanted
to; it kept them off balance. But this time I made an exception.
"What's up?"
"Can I ask how long you are going to keep this up?"
"What?"
"How long I'm going to be your slave? The others?"
"Until I'm tired of you."
She changed tacks. "Where are we going?"
"If I told you that, then you wouldn't be surprised, now would you?"
"I don't like surprises. Especially, yours."
"You don't have a choice."
"I know, I'm just a dumb slave. I don't count. Why do you like to treat
women like this? We are people too, you know."
"In this reality, actually you aren't. You are whatever I want you to
be. Because if you don't I can force you to. And I can't get caught.
There's no authority but me to appeal to."
"Oh God. Are you ever going to let us wear clothes again? Not make us
wear these things?" She rattled the chain on her handcuffs.
"Probably not."
"Oh God. So the whole of the female species are essentially your slaves.
No choice."
I nodded.
"Why do you get off on hurting us?"
"Why do you get hot when I hurt you?"
Tears formed briefly, but I watched as she willed them away. Wasn't
often that she was allowed to talk to me when she wasn't begging for
something. Better not to waste it with tears.
"I-I don't know. My body betrays me. You know that in my head I hate
it."
"I know. Well, maybe my mind feels a little guilty about subjugating
girls the way I am. But I also know that my body really likes it. It's
weird. In a way, its worse for me. I choose to do the monstrous things I
do. I direct it. You don't have a choice. I force you to do everything.
If you enjoy it, it's just a side effect. You didn't exactly go out and
ask me to whip and torment you."
She lapsed into silence. And we just walked together. Her naked and in
cuffs. Me, fully clothed and relaxed.
"She likes you, you know?"
"Huh?" The change of conversation completely threw me. Females like to
change direction without warning. Something I noticed far before I began
the time experiments. Nothing, not even becoming a naked sex slave could
cure the female of the species of this trait. I guess I'll just have to
live with it.
"Christi. She really likes you. I have no idea why. The way you force
her to do so many degrading things. But she is beginning to fall for
you."
"What? You have to be joking." Actually, I had kind of noticed the
jealous way she had begun to look at me, and other little things. I had
no doubt that Jane was telling me the truth. She was a perceptive little
one.
"She told me, this morning. When we got up. We talked for quite some
time before we decided to untie me to make breakfast. She told me then."
I was at a loss. I just swallowed.
Jane continued. "You should really release her, you know. It's one thing
to mess with our bodies. Keep us naked. In chains. Degrade us for your
pleasure. I know she doesn't enjoy that. I don't think any of us do. But
you are beginning to mess with her emotions. I can't believe that you
care about any of us. We are just naked, obedient, little slave girls to
you. Christi included. And if you can't, or won't return any of the love
that she is about to give to you, then you ought to release her. That is
far crueler than tying me up and beating my boobs for hours. Even though
that has cost me part of myself, you are causing her to fall in love
with her tormentor. Makes no sense to me, but love is a strange thing
sometimes. If you'd told me that my body would like pain in a sexual way
a day ago, I would have laughed my ass off. Now, I'm crying, struggling
with the reality of it. It's her mind you are going to cause pain. Not
playing fair. Please."
"I'll think about it. Okay?"
There was moisture in her eyes, and I pressed my finger to her lips. She
obediently shushed and walked along beside me in silence.
Finally, I turned into an underground mall. Full of frozen shoppers.
Jane obediently followed me in. We walked the length of the concourse,
me watching the shoppers. Jane just walking along beside me.
In the middle of the concourse, I spotted three young women.
Professionals. Maybe out to buy coffee and muffins. Who knows? Looked to
be early twenties. I pointed them out to Jane. They were grouped
together at a railing, talking by the look of it, before I stopped the
world.
"What do you think?"
"What am I supposed to think? They're pretty."
"How would you like to have sex with them?"
"Oh God. Please no."
"How would you like to hurt them, then?"
"Please not that. I'd rather have sex with them. Anything."
"How about if I have them make love to you?"
"Better that than making me hit them. Please don't make me do anything."
"How about if I make them hit you?"
"Oh God. Please." She was shaking.
"Relax. Depending on how good you are, you may not have to do anything.
Okay?" I released the handcuffs from her wrists. She stopped shaking,
mutely nodded and just stood, barefoot, in the middle of the mall
rubbing her freed wrists. "Now just stand there quietly. I mean it this
time."
I walked up to the taller of the women at the railing. I concentrated,
and freed her from the time freeze. Her mouth worked as though to
continue talking, but her words died on her lips as she realized that
things just weren't right. Her large eyes opened widely and she let out
a little yelp. She slowly turned around looking around at the frozen
world. The fountain stopped in midair. Her friends, frozen beside her. I
watched as her eyes found Jane, naked and still rubbing her wrists and
then picked up my face as I stood in front of her. She looked at me,
still reasonably calm.
"What is going on?" she asked me.
"World's stopped."
"Why aren't we?" She was beginning to get a little nervous.
"I'm controlling it."
"What? Who's the naked girl over there?"
"That's Jane. Come here Jane."
Jane padded over to our little group.
"Why is she nude?"
"She likes being naked, and in this frozen world, there isn't any point
to clothing."
"You are wearing clothes."
"Yeah, but I'm not a girl."
"Oh. What do you want? How do we restart the world?"
Jane spoke up. "He'll restart the world when he wants to."
Comprehension began to dawn on the woman in front of me. Nude woman. I'm
somehow controlling the freeze. I saw the danger flags begin to form.
"What do you want from me?" her eyes darting about for an escape route.
Jane spoke up. "What's your name?"
"Ashley. What does he want?"
"Ashley, you have to listen to me. Okay? This guy is nuts. He has a gun.
He isn't afraid to use it. I've watched him kill someone with it. It's
real. Okay?" I never killed anyone yet, but maybe she was just trying to
spare this woman by frightening her. "You have to do whatever he says.
He's going to ask you to strip. He's going to ask you to do things that
you never would imagine. He might even hurt you. But, believe me.
Whatever you refuse to do, you *will* eventually do. Only it'll be ten
times worse."
"Please no. Why me? Please just let me go."
"He won't let you go until you have done everything he wants."
At the words, Ashley began to run. She darted out behind her friends and
began to run down the corridor. I let her run for a minute, she got a
few hundred meters down the mall before I slowly began to slow her down.
I guess she could feel the time dilation as she ran. She let out small
cry as she felt herself slowing down until she was practically not
moving.
Jane muttered, "I tried that once. So that is what it looked like.
Christ, we really can't get away, can we?"
I ignored Jane and walked up to Ashley. I walked in front of her and
pulled out the gun. Looks like I needed it. For some reason, these girls
needed to see the gun. Needed to see the danger before they'd listen.
I released the poor woman from the time dilation. She stumbled forward
from the slow time region and fell at my feet. She began to cry as she
realized that I was there. And I had the gun pointed at her. She sobbed
on the floor until I reached down to lift her by the arm.
At gunpoint, I walked her back to her friends and the nude Jane.
"Now, Ashley, we can do this the hard way, or the easy way. You can
strip for me, yourself, or I can tie you up and cut your clothes off.
I'm going to forgive you that little run, as long as you don't do
anything stupid again."
Ashley, still crying, just nodded.
"Stop crying."
Ashley stood up straight and really tried to stop. She did manage to
stop shaking, but tears still rolled silently down her face.
"Which. Strip? Or be stripped?"
Jane spoke. "Honey, I'd recommend just stripping for him. More
comfortable than having your clothes cut off."
Ashley tried again. "You can't get away with this. Please. Don't make me
take off my clothes. Please don't rape me."
She thought she was about to be raped. A common reaction. The first
thing a woman's mind goes to at gunpoint. Natural, I guess.
"Ashley, I'm not going to rape you. If I want to have sex with someone,
I could have just used Jane. She's naked as well. You won't be alone."
"Then why do you want my clothes off?"
Jane answered for me. "He likes women naked. He's a guy. Don't worry,
Ashley, if he said he won't rape you, he won't. I'm the one that has to
worry about that. Come on, let's get those clothes off you. You need
help?"
Ashley turned to Jane. "Has ... has ... he raped you yet? Has he hurt
you?"
"Ashley, he hasn't raped me." Jane then lied on one count. "And he
hasn't hurt me either." A furtive look at her striped bare breasts that
Ashley completely missed in her misery.
Ashley looked at the gun again and her hands shaking, she began to
unbutton her jacket. "Please don't make me do this."
I just watched as the shaking woman disrobed. Unlike the other women
I've had strip for me, she didn't hesitate at her underwear. Once
started, she just took off all her clothes. Soon, she was standing
gloriously nude in front of me and Jane. Her face was flushed, in
embarrassment, and she tried to cover the breasts with her hands. She
stood there crying while I tried to decide what to do with her.
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I looked at Ashley and she looked back at me. I'd seen that defiant look
before. Mostly on Jane.
"Now, Ashley. I'm not going to hurt you now, but I need to tie you up."
"Good god, why?"
"I need you out of the way."
Comprehension crossed her face. "You are going to unfreeze my friends
too, aren't you?"
"Ashley, I'm not going to lie to you. I am going to unfreeze them as
well."
"You won't hurt them, either?"
I decided to lie. "No. I won't hurt them or you, unless you don't
behave."
"Oh God. How do you want to tie me up? God, this is so humiliating."
"Jane will tie you to the railing behind you."
"Please, god, please this isn't happening."
Jane padded over and fished some cord out of the equipment pack. Ashley
didn't resist as Jane tied her wrists apart to the railing. Ashley's
back pressed up against the rail. Her wrists outstretched. She looked
good.
Jane spread her legs apart and lashed her ankles to the bottom rail and
then stood. I checked the knots, running my fingers over Ashley's smooth
skin. She shuddered, and pulled against the bonds, but she was held
firmly to the railing.
I looked into the bound girl's face. "Who are your friends?"
"Huh?"
"I want to know their names before I unfreeze them."
"Please don't hurt them."
"Ashley?"
"The blonde is Evelyn, and the brunette is Lisa."
"Thank-you."
I leaned back on the railing, against Ashley's tied arm and casually
placed the muzzle of the gun lightly against Ashley's bare ribs. Just
under her bustline. She shuddered and cried out at the touch of the cold
metal, but just stood in her bonds shaking.
I concentrated and suddenly her friends were free of the time lock. The
conversation died on their lips as they noticed me and Ashley. They
hadn't seen Jane behind them yet. Their eyes opened wide and the one
named Lisa nearly fainted.
"What the *fuck* is going on here?" Evelyn managed to get out of her
lips.
Ashley answered for me. "Evelyn, he's got a gun. Please do what he
says."
Evelyn looked around the mall, noticing all the frozen people. Finally
seeing Jane. She gasped.
"What the hell do you want?" she asked me.
Ashley, again answered for me. "Evelyn. He wants us. Just do what he
says. I don't want to die."
Evelyn's and Lisa's eyes both traveled down the gun I was holding
against Ashley's bare ribs.
"Strip. Both of you."
Evelyn and Lisa both hesitated. Their eye's still showing their
confusion.
Jane spoke up, just as I jammed the gun cruelly into Ashley's exposed
ribs. Ashley, cried out from the surprise and pain. "Evelyn? Lisa? I
really would do what he says. He will happily kill Ashley in front of
you. You don't want that. Please. God. Please just do what he says."
Evelyn just mouthed the word to Jane, "Why?"
Her hands began to remove her suit. Not understanding what was going on,
but seeing their friend with her clothes strewn about the floor, Jane
naked, had convinced them that it might be best to just take them off.
Soon, both women were nude, standing in the mall. Lisa hadn't hesitated
at the bra and panties. Evelyn, not wearing a bra was bare chested much
earlier. But she slowed down as she stood in her pantyhose and panties.
She was wearing her panties over top of the hose.
"Please don't make me take off the panties. God, haven't you seen
enough."
Jane answered, "Evelyn. Look at me. Look at Ashley. Look at Lisa. Do you
think he's going to let you get away with wearing anything?"
Evelyn, beginning to cry, began to remove her panties. They slipped down
her legs and she was standing in just her black pantyhose tights. I
stopped her.
"Evelyn, you can keep those things on. They look kind of good on you."
The things didn't leave much to the imagination anyway. Jane just looked
at me quizzically. I hadn't allowed any woman any clothing at all prior
to this. Not even shoes.
I ignored Jane as Evelyn spoke up, "Now what? You rape us?"
"Good god, no."
Both Evelyn and Lisa looked surprised by that. I felt Ashley squirm
under the gun, but kept quiet.
"We are going to have some fun."
They all looked leery at this.
"Wh-what kind of fun?"
"Well, for starters, Jane is going to tie you all up."
"Why?", the first words from Lisa.
"We are going to have a little contest."
"Contest?" in stereo from the two women.
"Yeah. Contest. Evelyn first. Lie down on the floor. Face down. Hands
behind your back."
"You have to be joking. I'm not going to let you tie me up."
"I'm not going to tie you up. Jane is."
"Nobody is going to tie me up."
I jammed the gun back into Ashley's ribs. She cried out.
"So, shoot her. I'm not going to let you tie me up." Evelyn called my
bluff.
Jane moved over towards Evelyn. "Evelyn. Honey. He will shoot her. And
he won't do it kindly. He'll shatter her elbows. Then her knees. If her
screaming doesn't make you do what he wants he'll probably just shoot
you. Do you want to die? Honey, I've seen it. It's not worth it."
Evelyn paled. I paled. I wouldn't have imagined that Jane was capable of
coming up with such brutal imagery. I'm not sure that I could have done
the things she was suggesting, but Jane was right on one thing. I would
have hurt Ashley, badly enough, making her scream to high heaven to get
Evelyn on the floor bound.
Evelyn turned towards me and whispered, "You bastard." Hate reflected in
her eyes. But she fell to her knees onto the hard, cold surface of the
mall tiles. Slowly, she eased herself down pressing her bare body
against the tile. Shivering a bit and gasping at the cold, until her
body heat had slowly warmed it. She moved her wrists behind her back and
crossed them.
Jane, without being told lashed them together tightly.
I nodded to the brunette and she just quietly fell to her front and
allowed her slender wrists to be bound as Evelyn's were. I left the
women tied on the floor and motioned Jane off to the side. She padded
over, her bare feet making small slapping noises against the tile.
I whispered to her, "I need you to hog-tie them. Wrists to ankles. And I
want them gagged with the red ball gags. Okay?"
"Are you going to hurt them?"
"Maybe. After you are done, I want you to sit over by Ashley's feet."
"Please, don't hurt them too much. They are new to this."
I nodded. Jane walked back over to the new girls and began the task of
tying up Evelyn. She protested but wasn't in a good position to resist
physically. Soon, Jane had tied both women into strict hog-ties. She had
even put on an elbow rope which I hadn't even insisted on.
Jane walked over to the pack and retrieved two ball gags. She gagged
Lisa first. Lisa obediently opening her mouth for the intrusion. Jane
popped it in behind her teeth and buckled it up behind her head.
When she tried to gag Evelyn, she wouldn't open her mouth. Jane tried to
pinch her nose, but Evelyn just opened her lips and breathed through her
teeth. Jane just looked at me helplessly.
I wandered over to Ashley, with the crop.
Jane leaned down and whispered urgently in Evelyn's ear. "Please. My
God. He's got the crop. He's going to whip Ashley until you allow this
gag. Please don't make her go through that. You wouldn't believe how
much it hurts."
Evelyn just shook her head. No gag.
I flicked the tip of the crop lightly, catching the tender underside of
Ashley's defenseless breasts. It left a light line, but you would have
thought that she was being flogged full strength. Her scream echoed
through the mall.
"Ahhhhh. Please. I'm not good with pain. Oh God. It hurts."
"Evelyn," I said quietly, "That was a really light one. The next one
hits the nipples and I don't hold back on it."
Ashley began to really pull against her bonds. "Oh God. No. Not the
nipples. God. Evelyn. Let him gag you. Christ. I can't take it. Lisa did
it. Please."
Evelyn, hate in her eyes, didn't say a word. Just opened her mouth.
Jane, crying a bit, pressed the ball behind Evelyn's teeth and buckled
it.
Jane quietly got up and walked over to Ashley's bare feet. She settled
herself down on the floor, cross legged and leaned back on her hands,
watching and trying to comfort Ashley.
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I picked up each girl. They were surprisingly light and positioned them,
face down facing Ashley on the floor. Lisa was quietly crying and trying
to say something behind her gag. Frustrated. Evelyn lay there sullenly.
Trying to work the gag out with her tongue, but failing.
I walked back to where Ashley stood bound to the railing. She'd ceased
her struggling and crying. I began to talk to her.
"How are you doing Ashley?"
"A bit scared."
"Did that light tap hurt?"
"Oh God. You have no idea."
I smiled. I didn't but Jane probably did.
"Ashley, we are going to have a little contest. Okay?"
"What kind of contest? Please just let us go?"
"See Evelyn and Lisa? All bare and hog-tied?"
"Yes. Please don't hurt them."
"We are going to have a race. They are going to try and reach here.
You."
"They can't move."
"Admittedly, it will be a challenge. They are going to have some
trouble. The race ends when one of them reaches your foot and kisses
it."
"Why are you doing this?"
Jane spoke up from her floor at her feet. "Because he can. And he is
just going to love seeing those poor women struggling against those
ropes."
I nodded. "Because I can. And they are going to look beautiful trying to
get to your feet."
"Oh God."
"Aren't you even interested in the prize?"
"A prize?"
"Yeah, the winner of the race gets to whip the loser, on her breasts,
five times."
"Oh God. You are sick. They won't even try."
"You're right. Normally, why would anyone try to win such a race. I
anticipated that. So I figured that I would provide a distraction.
Double edged sword, so to speak. You won't have to concentrate on your
friends. And they will have incentive to make the race go faster."
"Please."
"Aren't you even curious what I'm going to do?"
"Not really. You are going to do it whether I like it or not."
I nodded. "But I'm going to tell you anyway. Evelyn and Lisa should hear
what their task is." I watched as Evelyn fought against the ropes
holding her body. "I am going to hit you with the crop, once every five
minutes."
Ashley closed her eyes. "Oh please not that. Anything. I can't take that
kind of pain. I'll do anything. I'll have sex with you. I'll crawl for
you. Anything. Just not pain."
"Once every five minutes. But you get to choose where. On the breasts,
on the tummy, or on the thighs. Your choice. In order to be given the
choice, you have to remember to count the strokes. Okay? If you forget,
then I pick. And I happen to like the breasts." I traced a finger down
her right breast. "I'm assuming that you care whether you get it here or
not."
"Oh please. Anything. I'll do anything."
I could hear the protests through the gags from Evelyn and Lisa.
Jane looked up at me, "Please, you'll kill her. The way they are tied it
will take them an hour to work their way over. Give her more time, she
can't take that. Once every ten minutes. Please."
"Jane, I don't remember asking you for your opinion."
"Oh God. I'm sorry, sir. I'll be quiet. Please." I heard her jaw snap
shut. I guess she wasn't ready for another punishment.
"Where?" I asked Ashley.
"What?" the naked girl was shaking in her ropes.
"Where would you like the first one?"
"Please no. Don't make me choose where to hit me. Just hit me if you
have to."
Without warning, I brought the crop down across the tops of her breasts.
She screamed out in pain and terror. "Ahhhhhhhh. Shit. Ahhhhh. Christ
that hurts. Please no more. Evelyn hurry. Oh God. Please."
Jane looked up at me and then at the sobbing girl above her. "Count,"
she hissed to Ashley.
"Too late," I said calmly, while giving Jane a dirty look. She looked
down quickly.
"Oh no. Please. No more on my tits. It hurts so much. Please. One.
You've hit me once. On the tits. Please let me choose. My thighs. Oh
God. Please on my thighs."
"You didn't want to choose last time."
"Please."
"Remember to count next time then."
"Oh God."
I glanced at the women on the floor. Evelyn was trying to stay on her
stomach. Trying to move her bound body as fast as she could. Moving her
shoulders, inching her bare body along the tile. Bare breasts pressed
into the floor under her body. Using her knees and shoulders alternating
to try and move her body. Struggling and straining at the ropes that
held her. Yelling through the gag. Lisa hadn't gotten the coordination
that was required to move yet. She hadn't moved very far at all. But I
could see her watching Evelyn, trying to move in a similar way.
Five minutes passed, Evelyn had maybe moved a foot or so. And they were
only 5 or 6 feet away. I could see Evelyn trying to breathe around the
gag through her nose. Sweat was already forming on her brow as she
struggled.
I took aim with the crop and brought it down nastily right across
Ashley's bare nipples.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. God. Christ. Bastard. Oh my God.
My nipples. My tits. Oh Christ. Shit. Ahhhhhhh. Argh. Please no more.
Please. God. Two. Oh God. That was only two." Through her pain, she did
manage to remember to count. I guess she had some incentive.
A red line was forming across the front of her shaking breasts
connecting the nipples. She hung in her ropes for a few minutes just
sobbing. Jane at her feet grimacing. The naked women on the floor trying
their best to inch their way painfully towards the sobbing woman.
Five more minutes passed. Listening and watching the grunting ladies on
the floor. They perhaps made it another foot or so. But I could tell,
even after only ten minutes of struggling, that they were tiring. Their
muscles held in such an odd position, forced to move, struggling,
straining against the ropes.
"Where?"
"Oh please, god. Stop hitting me. Mercy. It hurts so much. They are
moving. They're trying. You don't have to hit me. Oh God. Please."
"Where? Last chance."
"Oh, you bastard. On the thighs. Please don't hit me. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Noooooo. God. You bastard. Christ." She just struggled to breathe for a
second. "Argh. Oh good Christ. My legs. Three. Fuck. Three."
She collapsed sobbing.
I sat up on the railing that Ashley was bound to, watching the
struggling of the women. Evelyn had worked out a rhythm where she was
able to move a little faster. She was very hot, I wandered over to her
and wiped her brow. She just glared at me and continue struggling with
the ropes and the gag. Inching her way across the tiles. I wandered over
to Lisa and whispered in her ear.
"You realize that if you don't catch up, and quick, I'm going to be
forcing Evelyn to whip your tits?"
Momentary panic and Lisa began to redouble her efforts. She'd seen the
pain that the whip was inflicting on Ashley.
I watched for another five minutes.
"Where?"
"Oh God. I can't take another one."
"Ashley."
"Shit. Okay, you son-of-a-whore. The thighs again."
I brought the crop down, extra hard, aiming to hit her in the same
place. I thought that she was going to break the railing with her
straining. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. She finally caught her
breath and incomprehensible words emerged.
"G-G-G Nooooooo Argh. Farg. Shit. My legs. You are going to kill me.
Good Christ. My legs. Oh my God. It hurts. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Please no
more. I can't take it. I'll do anything you want. I'll torture Evelyn.
I'll crawl for you. I'll fuck you. Anything. Just stop hitting me. Oh my
God."
She began to sob.
Jane, from the floor at Ashley's feet hissed, "Count dammit."
Ashley's head snapped up. "Oh my God. Please no. Three. Four. That's
four. Oh God. Please don't hit me again. Please let me choose. Oh my
God. Please. Not my tits again."
I didn't tell her this time, but she wasn't in time. If it was long
enough to be reminded then she forgot to count.
By this time, Evelyn had managed to inch and struggle her way to within
a foot or so of Ashley's right foot. I watched as the bound woman
struggled. Watched her face as she twisted her wrists trying to reach
the knots that Jane had so expertly tied. Jane had since scrambled out
of the way, so that the nude woman might have an easier time reaching
her target. Lisa was a bit behind.
Five minutes and Evelyn was within an inch or so of Ashley's foot.
Ashley was straining against her bonds, trying to get her foot closer to
Evelyn. Evelyn, stretching her throat out as far as she could reach. One
lousy inch.
I brought the crop down just above Ashley's nipples.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Jesus. Oh my God. Five. Dammit. Five. My tits. Oh my
God. Evelyn. Please. God. He's tearing me apart. He's going to ruin my
tits. It hurts so much. I'm going to die. Please no more. Whoever you
are. I'll fuck you. You can kill me. Please stop hitting me. Good God.
It hurts. Please. Please. Pleeease."
I watched as Evelyn struggled. Forcing her tired muscles to inch her
bare bound body just that one little inch closer. The two women trying
to get the touch required to stop the torture. Crying. Finally, at about
the three minute mark, Ashley had stopped struggling enough to move her
right foot closer to Evelyn's head and managed to just touch Evelyn's
gag with her toe.
"Oh God. Please. No more. I touched her. The race is done. Please. We've
done your sick game. Let us go. Please."
Evelyn was resting. Her body heaving. Trying to get enough air around
the cruel gag. She rolled over on her side, her bare breasts heaving
with the effort. Ashley sobbing.
I let the girls rest for a few minutes.
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After I'd let them rest for five minutes, I had Jane untie Evelyn. She
unfolded her bare body from the hog-tie and sat rubbing her wrists,
elbows and ankles. Where the pressure from the ropes would have been the
greatest.
She automatically went to remove the gag. I let her.
"You fucking bastard. I'll kill you." She got unsteadily to her nyloned
feet and began moving towards me. Jane immediately got to her feet and
grabbed the woman's arm. I heard her hiss in her ear.
"What are you going to do? Hit him? What the heck will that accomplish?
If he even lets you, you wouldn't believe the punishment. He'll tie you
up again. Force me to hit your tits, while he punishes Ashley or Lisa
for your anger. I know you're angry, honey, but it won't do any good.
How I've wished I could cause him half the pain he's put me through. He
probably wouldn't get off on it as much if he ever felt it. Please. For
me. I don't want to torture you. Just do whatever he wants. For Ashley.
And Lisa. Come on."
The anger just fled at Jane's words. I watched as her face fell and she
collapsed back on the floor. Her nylons tearing as she fell to her
knees. Holding her face in her hands. Beaten.
I let her cry for a while. Letting her muscles uncramp so that she could
effectively claim her prize. Finally, she looked up and with hate in her
eyes spoke, "You are such a fucking bastard."
"I know. Are you ready to claim your prize?"
The nude kneeling woman was confused. "Huh?"
"You get to whip the loser's tits. Five times. Remember?"
"Oh good Christ. You can't expect me to do that."
"Would you rather have Lisa whip your tits?"
She considered it. "I can't hit her."
I looked at Lisa. "Do you want to claim the prize instead? Evelyn did
win. She can give you the prize."
Lisa wildly shook her head.
Seeing her friends fear, Evelyn relented. "All right, you cocksucking
bastard. I'll hit her for you."
"I want you to know how much pain you are causing your friend."
"What?"
"Stand up."
"Good Christ. Why?" She unsteadily got to her feet.
"Stand still. Hands at your sides."
"Wha .... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck. My tits. You fucking bastard. Oh
God that hurts."
I had brought the crop down on her unprotected breasts without warning.
Her hands immediately up to protect her sensitive mounds from another
blow. Trying to comfort the breasts. She fell heavily to her knees
again, sobbing.
"Oh my God. You bastard. You have no concept of the pain. I can't do
that to Lisa. She'll die."
"Ashley didn't die. And for every minute that you procrastinate, I add
another stroke. If you don't do it, Ashley will. She was willing to fuck
me to make it stop."
"You are an animal. You know that?" she held out her hand for the crop.
As I handed her the instrument, she just stared at it. Gauging whether
she could use it against me. In the end, she glared at me with that hate
in her eyes and shuffled over to Lisa.
"I'm sorry, honey. If I don't do this now, it will be so much worse
later. It hurts. You are going to think you are in hell. But you'll
survive. Maybe he'll let us go afterwards. Okay? Are you ready?"
I could see the tears falling down Lisa's cheeks, but she nodded in
resignation. I watched as Evelyn rolled Lisa over onto her side. The
hog-tie still holding her securely.
Evelyn closed her eyes and let the first blow fall, a hard one across
the left breast. Lisa began making tortured noises behind the gag.
Screaming into the rubber. Evelyn held her breath and let four more fall
in rapid succession. Two on each breast, carefully avoiding the nipple.
However, she didn't hold back the blows. I daresay that they were
probably harder than what I would have administered.
"That's enough," as Evelyn raised the crop again. She probably had just
lost track. Evelyn dropped the crop and immediately tried to comfort her
bound friend.
Lisa was crying and choking with the pain. Moaning in her bonds. I
walked forward and quickly released the gag. I didn't want her to choke.
With that much crying, I'd be surprised if she could even breathe
through her nose. That ball was seriously hampering her breathing.
"Oh God. Evelyn. Christ. My tits. They are in so much pain. I've never
felt anything that hurt that much. And I broke my arm in second grade.
Oh my. God."
Evelyn was stroking her hair. Calling me names under her breath.
Understandable. I let the women cry it out. I wandered over to Jane and
sat behind her. Letting her lean back into me. Arms around her. Jane was
quietly shaking, crying with the other women.
Finally, I got up and retrieved a set of handcuffs that had been
discarded on the floor. I tossed them to Jane, who immediately began to
wrap them around her own wrists.
"No Jane. Not you." The girl looked confused. I almost laughed. She was
so used to being in chains, she had just assumed that I meant for her to
chain herself. "Put them on Evelyn. Behind her back."
The nude brunette got up and approached Evelyn.
"Please no. No more bonds. God, haven't I done enough?" But she
resignedly placed her hands behind her back, letting go of Lisa who was
still sobbing uncontrollably. Jane slipped the handcuffs onto Evelyn and
snapped them shut around her wrists. Evelyn pulled idly at them.
Waiting.
"Jane. Release Lisa."
"When did your last slave die?"
I actually smiled at that.
But Jane knelt quickly and began releasing the ropes wrapping Lisa's
hands and ankles. She was far better at releasing the knots she tied
than I was. Lisa's hands and feet were actually turning a bit blue; I
was guessing that the ropes had been a little tighter than I'd intended.
Time to get them off the helpless girl.
Lisa, finally freed, pulled her cramped arms in front of her and
continued to cry. Holding her marked breasts. And rocking. I let her be
for a few minutes.
Finally, I got up and approached Lisa and Evelyn. I crouched down to be
at the same level as they.
"Lisa?" She just looked up at me through her tear filled eyes. Not even
aware of her nudity any longer. She sat there, legs haphazard.
Presenting a fine view of her bare body. "Your breasts must be starting
to feel a little better. Right?" She nodded. But the tears kept flowing.
Maybe it wasn't completely the pain that had her crying.
"You hurt me," she managed to choke out, accusingly.
"Actually, Evelyn did."
Evelyn gasped, but Lisa was the one to speak.
"You bastard. Semantics. And you know it. *You* hurt me," she sent
herself into another round of sobs. Still cradling her sore breasts.
"Okay. I hurt you."
She sniffled. But the admission seemed to help. She gradually stopped
crying. Like a child, this one.
"Lisa, I need you to do something else for me."
"Dammit, leave her alone." Evelyn's voice rang out from behind me. Out
of the corner of my eye I saw Jane raise her finger to her lips,
shushing Evelyn.
"W-w-i-i-ll it hurt?" Lisa asked softly.
"You may not like it, but it shouldn't hurt. I promise." I was trying to
be as soothing as I could.
"What do you want me to do? Will you let us go after I've done it?" I
noticed the use of the word 'after' not 'if'.
"Lisa, I'll leave you and your friends alone, if you cooperate with this
last thing. Okay?"
"What is it?" she asked me.
"Have you ever been with a woman before?"
"God. You want me to have sex? With a woman?"
"Have you ever before?"
"Please no. I've barely even had sex with men."
"So you've never even considered it? Making love to another woman?"
"Considered it? I-I-I ... hasn't everyone? Y-y-yes. I've considered it,"
she was too frightened to even lie to me. Maybe it's what she thought I
wanted to hear.
"Can't you just leave her alone. Hasn't she suffered enough?" Evelyn
just couldn't keep quiet anymore.
I whirled on Evelyn.
"I've had just about enough of you." She shrank back in fright. "If I
have to gag you to make you shut up, I will. Jane warned you."
"Oh God. I'm sorry. I'll be good. Not the gag."
I motioned to Jane to get the gag that was previously in Lisa's mouth,
lying on the floor where I had dropped it after I was worried about
Lisa's breathing. Jane, also frightened by my quick change of mood
scrambled to get the gag. She moved to Evelyn and tried to get it into
Evelyn's mouth. Evelyn, of course, resisted. Not having the patience, I
reached forward and grasped her right nipple, she tried to twist her
body away, but Jane surprised me by holding the naked woman. Evelyn
struggled against Jane's hands but with her own handcuffed behind her,
couldn't get any leverage. I twisted the nipple hard, watching Evelyn's
face contort as she tried not to scream. Knowing that the hated ball
would be pushed into her mouth as soon as she opened it to scream. I
gave her nipple one more pinch and a twist, just about ripping the
nubbin of flesh from her breast. She opened her mouth, unable to hold
back the scream. Her wrists struggling with the cuffs behind her. The
ball popped behind her teeth before she could let loose with the scream.
Jane had it buckled behind her head before any more noise could emerge
from her mouth. The scream muffled behind the rubber.
Evelyn just knelt there, fuming and trying to scream and yell through
the gag. Working to get it out of her mouth with her tongue. I released
her sore nipple and gently turned back to Lisa.
"Now, where were we?"
The frightened girl, was crying gently again. I leaned forward and wiped
the tears from her cheeks.
"Wh-whether I was a lesbian or not. Please don't hurt me anymore. God,
Evelyn."
"Evelyn will be fine. She's just got to learn a bit of obedience is
all."
"God, you make it sound like we're dogs, just needing training. My God.
That's all we are to you. Aren't we? Just naked, pretty pets," she was
starting to get hysterical on me.
"Lisa."
Jane crawled forward and looked at me. I just nodded. Jane crawled over
to the shaking girl and gathered her into her arms. Stroking her,
ironically, like petting a dog. Lisa began to stop her shaking. Jane
whispering into her ear. Calming her.
"Lisa. Sweetheart. You have to calm down. He's not going to hurt you
anymore."
"But he's going to make me have sex with a woman."
"I know. Honey. I've had to do it too. With my own sister. It's better
than being cropped. Trust me. Okay?"
"I don't know if I can do that."
"You have to. Pretend it's your boyfriend or something. That's what I do
when he makes me do it. It won't kill you. Okay?" Still stroking her
hair.
"But it's so humiliating."
"I know. But so is being naked. And you've gotten over that, haven't
you?"
"But ..."
"Shhhh. It's alright. You'll be all right. He won't hurt you anymore.
Just do what he wants and then you can forget about it. All right?"
Lisa just nodded, the tears silently tracing down her cheeks. Her bare
breasts rising and falling with her ragged breathing.
Jane just looked at me and I gave her one of those
I'm-impressed-I-thought-she- was-going-to-fall-apart-on-me looks. I
doubt very much if Jane particularly cared whether I was uncomfortable
or not. But I don't think she could stand watching the poor woman suffer
any longer. And she knew the ropes, so to speak.
Lisa visibly composed herself and looked at me.
"You okay?" Dumb question.
"As okay as anyone in my position, I guess. Please let us go."
I considered it for a minute, but I just had to see her making love to
another woman.
"Lisa, last thing. Okay? And then I'll let you go. Promise."
"Promise?"
"Promise." As good as my promises were these days.
"Who?"
I was confused for a second, and then realized that she wanted to know
who she was going to have to have sex with.
"Evelyn." Evelyn began to really struggle with her bonds upon hearing
this. Trying to speak behind her gag.
"Please don't make me do this. I'm straight. I'm not sure I can do it
with her. Please."
I ignored Lisa's pleas for now and turned to Jane.
"Janey, can you do me a favour?"
"I'd love to," came back the sarcastic reply. I just looked at her and
pointed at the crop. "No. Please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be
sarcastic. Honestly. What can a slave slut do for her master? Please?"
She fell automatically to her knees. The begging automatically falling
from her lips.
Her words surprised me, the words 'slut' and 'master' rolling off her
tongue so easily. She was a smart one. Completely melted my anger. She
knew just how far to push me, and then how to get herself out of it if
she overstepped. Normally, I was pretty understanding of the girls. I
couldn't imagine what they were going through. Had to give them some
leeway if I expected them to cooperate with me. Realizing that she was
manipulating me with her submissiveness, I swore to myself that I would
give her a punishment to remind her of her status. But that could wait
for later.
"Jane." The naked girl smiled sweetly at me knowing that she had gotten
away with something. I guess in her position, she didn't have much. Any
little victory would feel good. I'd have to convince her otherwise
later. "I need you to do a couple of things. I need Evelyn bound a
little more securely. If she gives you trouble, let me know. I'll have
to convince Ashley over there to help us. I need Evelyn's legs bound
apart to let Lisa have access. Leave her gagged. Cut out the crotch of
those pantyhose so Lisa can do her thing. Oh," I had an afterthought,
"cuff Lisa as well. Behind her back so she can only use her tongue."
I watched as Jane fairly sprang to do my bidding. I'm sure she didn't
like what she had to do, but had already pushed me as far as she felt
safe doing. She knew that any little disobedience, perceived or
otherwise, could mean the crop raining down on her bare bound body next.
And she knew that I wouldn't hesitate. Especially with her.
I wandered over to Ashley, still bound at the railing. I took the crop
with me, but only for show. I wanted to make sure that Evelyn was
cooperative for Jane. Troublesome girl, that one.
Ashley's eyes were glued to the crop in my right hand.
"God. Please. No more. I can't take any more. Please. I'll do anything.
My tits are still aching from that thing. You have no idea how much it
hurts. I've never felt anything like it before. Please. I'll do
anything."
I reached down to her spread thighs and began to tease her between the
legs. Just light touches. Not really expecting her to react. I could
have forced her to react with threats of the crop, but I wasn't
particularly interested in that right now. But it re-enforced her
position. Bound. Naked. Not even able to stop me from touching her most
private places.
Expecting her to beg me to stop, she surprised me by staying silent. I
idly played with her body while I watched Jane work. Jane was currently
working a pliant Evelyn into position, tying her ankles to mall benches
and the railing that Ashley was bound to. Wide apart. Evelyn wasn't
fighting her. I guess knowing that I was right beside Ashley with the
crop and not wanting me to hurt Ashley further. Lisa was kneeling where
I'd left her, hands cuffed behind her silently watching as I fondled
Ashley.
I turned my attention back to the girl under my hand. I looked at her
and was surprised to see her eyes closed and her breasts heaving with
her now laboured breathing. On one of my light finger strokes, I allowed
my middle finger to part her lips and slip just beyond. No doubt about
it, she was getting wet. She moaned as my fingers parted her and brushed
her clitoris.
I just shook my head and pulled my hand away from her. It was a strange
reaction. I know that had the roles been reversed, me bound nude to the
mall railing and her teasing me, I would have reacted. Even after a
whipping. But I'm a guy. I'd expect a reaction. I'd just whipped this
girl until she begged, and she was getting wet under my touch. Moaning.
I doubt if I'll ever understand how the female works.
Perhaps it was just a female thing. Same thing happened to Jane. Maybe
the female body just was better able to adjust than I thought; finding
some way of turning the pain and the humiliation into pleasure. Perhaps,
she was like Jane, with latent masochistic tendencies. Unfortunately, I
wasn't going to find out the truth. I fully intended to leave them alone
after this. Four girls was more than I could handle as it was. Christi.
Jane. Liz. And now Amy back at the hotel. I could have kept Ashley, but
that was getting dangerous, I suspect. I'd already gotten careless once
with Jane. Perhaps, I'd come back for Ashley later. I'd leave them, like
Kimberly, ages ago, in real time instead of sending them back, like the
lawyers.
At the cessation of my finger's touch, Ashley opened her eyes. I gave
her a playful pat with the crop, barely touching her right breast. Not
hard enough to even leave a mark.
She squirmed. The pat hadn't really hurt. At least compared to the
former blows to her bare body. But she was frightened that I might
continue.
"Please. God. No more hitting. I'll do anything. I'll fuck you. I'll
crawl. I'll make love to Evelyn too. Just no more. Please," she was
almost in tears. I saw Jane sharply look up. I don't think that she
wanted to comfort yet another woman that I had stupidly pushed too far.
I looked into Ashley's eyes. Giving her what she wanted. A release from
the crop.
"Ashley?"
"Y-yes." she stammered. Trying to hold back the tears. Trying to head
off the hysteria. I had to give her credit for trying.
"You'll do anything to avoid any more?"
"Please. God. Yes. Anything you want. I can't take anymore."
I had never intended to hit her anymore. I was done with that. At least
with her. She'd had enough. She didn't know that though. The pat with
the crop was just that. A playful pat. I really hadn't meant it as a
threat. But again, in her position, I would probably be a bit sensitive
to any perceived threat as well.
"Okay. I'll make a deal with you."
"Anything."
"I won't hit you anymore if you'll do something for me."
"Anything. I swear it. I'll fuck you. I'll fuck anyone you want me to.
I'll crawl."
"Okay. Okay. That won't be necessary. I just want you to fuck me. Okay?"
She nodded enthusiastically. More than just wanting to get away from the
crop. "But, it's for me. Got it? I want you to do it slow. And sexy. I
want you to undress me and do all the work." She pulled against the
ropes still holding her wrists and ankles. "I want you to do it while
Lisa makes love to Evelyn. I want you to pay attention. I don't want to
come just as fast as you can. I want you to bring me to climax just
after Evelyn orgasms or at the same time. Okay? You think you can do
that?"
"I-I think so."
"Make sure of it. You understand?"
She nodded. Tears beginning to form.
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Jane was almost done with the other girls. She was guiding a hesitant
Lisa to the floor between Evelyn's spread thighs.
Meanwhile I worked quickly to release Ashley from the railing. Just as
I'd freed Ashley's left wrist from the bonds holding her, Jane wandered
back to me and knelt at my feet.
"I know this is a really really stupid thing to do. But I see Ashley's
got a job, and Lisa and Evelyn. What do you want me to do?"
"Jane." I handed her the crop. "I know you hate to torment other
captives."
"Oh please god no. Don't make me hit anyone." Shifting the crop from
hand to hand. Eyes scared.
"Jane. I don't want to be at this all day." She shut her mouth. "I need
you to keep your eye on Evelyn. She isn't going to like the lesbian
attention that she is getting. But I've instructed Ashley here to tease
me until Evelyn has come. You know how cranky I am if I have to wait for
anything for too long. If she doesn't come in twenty minutes, I'll take
it out of your hide. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," she answered glumly from her kneeling position. "I knew I
shouldn't have asked."
"If it makes you feel any better, I was going to make you do this
anyway."
Jane just nodded. I freed Ashley's last bond, her right wrist. She had
stood quietly throughout this exchange. When her wrist was finally freed
of the ropes, she immediately moved to me and pressed her bare body up
against me. I nodded to Jane who moved over to Evelyn and Lisa and
explained what had to happen. I saw Evelyn shaking her head before I was
almost completely distracted by Ashley's soft mouth pressing against my
lips. Ashley kissed me deeply. With far more passion than I had
expected. After all, I was practically raping her. You can hardly count
a bound naked woman, terrified of a beating, agreeing to sex as consent.
Semantics.
Her hands, quick, unbuttoning my clothes. Tugging. Until I was as naked
as she. She knelt and took me into her mouth. I watched as Lisa bent to
her task. I actually closed my eyes when Jane had to bring the crop down
on Evelyn. Evelyn screaming under the lashing, whipping her hair around.
Trying to scream through the gag. Crying. And finally listening to Jane.
Concentrating on the hated sensations from Lisa's tongue. A crop on the
bare, defenseless breasts seemed to break down a woman's resistance
almost faster than anything.
As Ashley ran her tongue up and down my shaft. Teasing. Her hands
playing with my testicles. Tears in her eyes. Wanting to know what was
happening with her friends but having to concentrate on me.
After the days events, I was a bit sensitive. It took all her will and
talent to ensure that I didn't come too early. Along with a hell of a
lot of will power from my end. Her tongue felt unbelievably good.
I watched as Jane had to hit Evelyn a few more times. In rapid
succession. Both women crying. But Evelyn, again trying to pay attention
to Lisa's mouth in her crotch through the pain. Sobbing.
Ashley gently guided me to the cold floor. Now I knew what the bare
women were going through. That tile brought goosebumps to my skin as I
lay back. But the tile warmed up rapidly with my body heat. Silly. I
should have made her lie on the floor before I did to warm it up for me
first. But, like I was thinking about that? Ashley, continued to run her
soft lips and tongue over me making me completely forget about the cold
floor. Bringing me close and then dropping the sensation. Sitting up.
Touching herself. Driving me nuts.
Finally, she lifted her body and straddled me. Facing her friends.
Watching Lisa intently. She lowered her body until her soft, wet vagina
engulfed me. I gasped. And I swear I saw her smile briefly. She began to
rock herself. Moving her hips gently. Massaging me. Clenching with her
vaginal muscles occasionally. I was in heaven. Lifting herself and ever
so slowly lowering. Keeping me on the edge. I tried not to thrust,
knowing that it would make it harder on her to control my orgasm, but
sometimes not being able to help it.
I heard a little cry from Evelyn's gagged lips and watched around Ashley
as the other bound woman climaxed heavily in her ropes. Pulling.
Straining. Crying out into the gag. Jane breathed a sigh of relief.
Ashley, began moving her body a little more while Jane crawled over to
us.
"She finished." Jane whispered in my ear.
I just nodded. Trying to concentrate on the sensations from Ashley's
body. I opened my eyes as I felt a light touch on my balls. Ashley,
began to speed the pace up a bit. I saw Jane's arm disappear around
Ashley's body. And my balls knew exactly where her tickling fingers had
ended up. I felt Jane's soft lips pressing insistently against mine.
Increasing the sensations. The two women working perfectly in concert,
arousing me.
I groaned as the orgasm overwhelmed me. The sensations from the two
women. Jane's soft fingers and Ashley's vagina sending my mind exploding
in light and energy. Ashley continued to move herself thrusting her hips
as I climaxed. Until I was completely spent inside of her.
I whispered. "Enough." And Ashley slowly extracted herself from me as I
lay vulnerable and unable to move under the two women's gazes.
Finally I rolled over onto my side and reached for my clothes. As I
slipped them on, Ashley, kneeling beside Jane whimpered.
I looked at her quizzically as I pulled my shirt on.
"M-m-master?"
This surprised me. From Ashley. I hadn't told her to call me master. I
really hadn't told her anything. I saw Jane whispering in her ear.
Probably Jane's idea.
"Yes?"
"A poor slave girl needs attention."
That almost made me hard again. But damned if I wasn't tired. I saw Jane
smiling wickedly at me. She was pretty proud of herself. What I couldn't
believe was that Ashley was actually saying this.
"What kind of attention, slave?" I actually had to force myself to say
'slave'. Force myself into the role playing. Hard to concentrate after
such a mind blowing orgasm.
"P-please, I'm so hot. I need ..."
"Yes?"
"Please. I can't say it."
"What? Out with it."
"Please. I need to climax."
"Okay if Lisa does it for you? I'm a little tired."
Ashley went a little white, but recovered quickly and nodded. She
probably realized that this was her only hope of getting what she
wanted. I sat down on a mall bench and motioned to Jane to bring Lisa
over. Lisa resisted a bit, but Jane just picked up the crop off the
floor beside the sobbing Evelyn and Lisa walked over to Ashley. Ashley
was already laying back on the floor.
Lisa crying managed to choke out, "Ash, how can you do this to me?"
Ashley just closed her eyes.
I answered for her. "Ashley didn't do this to you Lisa. I did. I'm
making you do this. Not her. Okay?"
Jane gently pressed on Lisa's shoulders and she resignedly fell to her
knees. She gave me a forlorn look, asking silently not to make her do
this again. When she saw no mercy forthcoming, she quietly ducked her
head to Ashley. Ashley, being a lot more sexually excited, made a much
more willing partner than Evelyn had. Lisa practically only had to
breathe on Ashley's clitoris before the woman began falling over the
edge. Ashley tensed and cried out. Almost screaming. As it completed,
she managed to push Lisa's head away from her pussy and began to sob.
I let the woman cry on the floor while the others just looked on
helplessly. After a few minutes, Ashley had cried herself out and slowly
sat up. She gave me an accusing look and remarked, "You are a bastard."
"For what? Making you hot?"
"Yes." Her face burning. "I shouldn't be. You hurt me. You hurt my
friends. You make us do all sorts of shit. And you get me hot? Bastard."
I was intrigued. This made absolutely no sense to me whatsoever. But I'm
a guy. I'm sure it made a lot more sense to the female of the species.
But I suppose I was a bastard. And if it made her feel better or less
guilty or whatever it was she needed, I was willing to let her rant.
Ashley, finally spent, collapsed into Jane's arms. Jane, stuck with
soothing yet another one of my victims gave me a dirty look. I almost
laughed as I stuck out my tongue at her. Jane smiled but then turned her
attention to the girl in her arms.
I, mostly recovered now, walked over to where Jane and Ashley were on
the floor. I bent down and gathered up Ashley into my arms and carried
her, still sobbing, to the bench. As I bent down to gather her up, I
whispered some instructions to Jane, who, as soon as her arms were free
of Ashley began to gather up some rope from the pack.
She gently guided Lisa to a mall bench. Lisa protesting a bit as Jane
tied her sitting on the bench. Legs apart. Back arched. Still
handcuffed.
I tried to comfort the sobbing girl in my lap, but I suspect that her
orgasm had triggered some kind of emotional dam which let out all the
emotions from the rough afternoon. Jane had finished with Lisa and had
removed Evelyn's gag, to a lot of verbal abuse. Ashley finally ran out
of tears and began to softly hiccup. I could feel the girl falling
asleep. Sleep is all I could think of as well. It had been a pretty full
day. For everyone.
Jane padded over to me and gently guided Ashley, still hiccuping, away
from me. She sat the unresisting girl on the floor with her back against
the mall railing. She deftly tied the poor girls arm's outstretched to
the railing supports and then stood up.
I wandered about and double checked the knots. They seemed tight enough.
Jane was pretty competent with rope and knew that I did spot checks of
her tying. Jane gathered up the odds and ends. Ropes and handcuffs that
we'd strewn about the mall.
I checked Evelyn's bound form last. Her tear streaked face turned up to
mine from her awkward position on the floor.
"Please don't leave us like this."
"Would you rather I stay?"
"Oh God. You are a bastard."
"I know." But I had to leave them like this if I wanted to come back for
Ashley. I concentrated and slowed time to a crawl for all three girls.
Time would seem to pass normally for them. They could talk and cry. But
their time would move at a much slower rate relative to the rest of us.
If I was gone for weeks, it would only feel like a half day for them.
The wonders of Time phase.
I looked up at Jane. Saw tears in her eyes, but she held her head up and
walked ahead of me back to the street above.
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As her bare feet hit the asphalt, I stopped her. She turned
questioningly to me. I snagged one of her wrists and placed a handcuff
on it and closed it. She just looked at me, begging with her eyes.
Afraid, at this point to say anything. I pulled her other wrist behind
her back and fastened it with the other side of the handcuffs.
Only one word escaped her lips, "Why?"
"Janey. You know why. Because I like it. And I also want you to wear
these. I rummaged in the pack and brought out the nipple clamps. They
were a pretty pair. Adjustable tension. Joined with a thin chain.
Tears welled into her eyes as she saw and recognized the clamps.
"Oh God. Please. What have I done? I did everything you asked. Please
no."
"Jane. Remember that sarcastic comment?"
"I didn't mean anything. Honest. Master. It was an honest mistake. I
apologized."
"I know it was." I stroked her hair. "And you almost made up for it with
the submissive behaviour afterwards."
"Please don't put them on me. You have no idea how sensitive my boobs
are. Please."
"Jane."
"Oh God. You are going to clamp me no matter what I say, aren't you?"
"Jane. It could have been a lot worse. That remark almost got you a good
strapping on the nipples, then the clamps, extra tightened. You managed
to avoid most of it."
"Please. Do you know how uncomfortable those things are going to be if
I'm walking. It's bad enough without a bra. Please."
I reached forward and began lightly stroking her right nipple. She cried
silently, knowing what was coming, but not twisting away. I watched as
she tried to concentrate on her breast. Tried to consciously will away
the automatic tightening of the flesh to the touch of my finger. Her
nipple, slowly, inexorably, tightened. Hardening. I slipped the first
clamp over the nipple and tightened it until I thought that it was
causing her enough discomfort.
"Please don't do this. You don't have to. I'll be good. I swear it. It
hurts."
I repeated the procedure on her left nipple, the chain glinting in the
sunlight between her breasts. I knelt down and slipped the ankle cuffs
on her bare ankles and then rose.
She sniffled, but resigned herself to the discomfort. She probably knew
that this could be a lot worse.
I gathered up her leash and snapped it onto her collar.
I didn't have to pull because she just docilely fell in beside me,
making as big a step as she could with the short ankle restraints. Our
progress was slow, but I didn't mind. She concentrated on each step,
trying to reduce the swing of the chain between her breasts. Softly
crying out each time I idly reached out to swing the chain when she
didn't swing it enough with her own movements.
About half way back to the hotel, she braved speaking again.
"M-m-aster?"
"Yes?"
"Please these clamps hurt. Can we take them off? I've learned my
lesson."
"And what lesson is that?"
"No more sarcastic remarks. Ever."
"That wasn't the lesson and you know it. I almost expect sarcasm out of
you."
Tears welled in her eyes.
"Please, sir. What was the lesson, then? This poor dumb slave doesn't
even know what she did wrong."
"Think about it. You aren't dumb. You'll come up with it. We've still
got quite a bit to go with you moving so slow."
"I could move faster without these chains. Please, sir, can we rest a
moment."
I nodded. She shuffled over to the curb and sat her bare body down.
Tears still falling heedlessly down her cheeks. Her nipples must have
been really throbbing by this point. I watched as she unconsciously
tried to move her hands in front of her to release the clamps.
She did the female thing again to me. Wild subject change.
"She was really confused you know."
"What?"
"Ashley. Back there. She's like me. Got off on the humiliation and pain
but hated every moment that her body was betraying her. Worse than me. I
would never have begged for a climax in front of you. She must have been
really hot."
"You're stronger. That's all. She'd been through a lot."
"We could have taken you while you were recovering from that orgasm you
know, you were pretty out of it. Neither of us had any restraints on."
"And your nipples would be a hell of a lot sorer than they are now if
you'd even considered it past wishful thinking."
"I know. This is why I didn't try anything. But I saw it in her eyes
briefly. To knock you out of the picture. If she wasn't so afraid of how
you captured her so easily the first time, I think she would have tried.
And regretted it, probably. You know, Ashley was even afraid to ask you
to finish her off."
"I figured. I saw you whispering to her. Why'd you help her?"
"Kindred spirit. She sounded like she really wanted the release. I
personally don't understand it completely. I mean you had just whipped
her. I knew that if you were asked the right way you might take pity on
her. Or at least not punish her for asking. I wasn't expecting the Lisa
thing though. I could never beg you for an orgasm like that."
"Care to bet?"
"Please don't make me do that. All right, I would if you forced me. But
she wanted to cum so bad, she was willing to humiliate herself
completely to get it. I don't think I would ever do that on my own."
"Care to bet?"
"Please."
I tucked the information back in my mind. I should see if I could
disprove her. It might take a bit, but I bet I could get her begging for
a climax.
I touched her bare arm. She automatically rose to her feet.
"Please can't we take off these clamps. My nipples are so sore. This
s-slave would really like her Master if he took them off her." She gave
me those puppy eyes that some women are so good at.
She was starting to realize that I could be manipulated with the right
phrasing. But she only used the third person Master/slave stuff when she
thought it would get her something. Most of the time it worked, I'm
ashamed to say.
It was one of the hardest things I've had to do yet. She seemed so
sincerely sorry.
"In a while. Okay? I like them on you. Tell you what. If you come up
with the lesson in three tries, I'll take them off you."
Her face fell, and she walked beside me in silence. Probably pouting,
but I didn't think I could resist that, so I avoided her eyes. She
didn't even protest. I could just change the lesson forever, not giving
her a chance. But what choice did she really have? She couldn't exactly
just take them off herself.
A while later, she just exploded with, "Obey without question."
I turned to her. "Obey without question?"
"Yeah, the lesson."
"Jane. You're smarter than that. That is a damn good lesson, but that
isn't why your nipples are clamped. And if you think about it, you know
that you didn't question anything. You were pretty good in that
department today."
Her face fell and she fell in beside me again. Her face screwed up in
concentration. At least as much as a naked, bound, tit clamped woman can
concentrate.
We had passed a few more building, one had a department store window
where women's fashions were being displayed. I saw Jane look wistfully
in at the mannequins in the windows. Wearing more than her.
"Never talk back to you?"
"Nope. Though in general that is a good idea as well. However, I'd get
bored with you if you didn't talk back, occasionally. And that can be an
unearned lesson. Never bore me. You know that not talking back is about
the same as not being sarcastic. I already told you that this isn't the
reason for your current punishment."
"Oh."
"One more try. I'd be careful about the next one. Unless you feel like
sleeping in those things."
"Please. My nipples are throbbing. I can't take it much longer."
"You will, because you don't have a choice."
We walked along. I could almost see her mind working. Wanting to come up
with the right answer. Knowing it could be almost anything. Only knowing
that it had something to do with the sarcasm. Of all the things to pick
on. Wanting to blurt out anything that she came up with. Anything to get
those damn clamps off her sore nipples but waiting trying to figure out
the best one. Concentration fading with the pain.
"Please, Master. Help a dumb slave? Please?"
I just looked at her. She realized that I wasn't going to make it any
easier on her and just looked down.
"God. I will be punished for disobeying or angering you."
"That is true. And I'll give you that you are on the right track."
"Oh God. Please. Please take them off me." Tears had welled up in her
eyes. "Please give this stupid slave slut another chance. Please?"
I made her wait. Walking along for five minutes. Her quietly crying in
frustration.
"Only because you were so helpful back there today. You did an excellent
job with Lisa and Ashley when they fell apart. But, you have to make a
choice. I can tighten those things until you come up with the right
answer. Or you can choose to wear them as they are until bedtime. How
smart are you?"
"Please. It could be anything. My nipples feel like they're on fire.
Please have some mercy on a dumb slave. Please."
She had almost completely fallen into the slave role on me. I wasn't
entirely sure that I wanted that. But she was in pain. I was betting
that as soon as those clamps came off, she'd revert to her normal
sarcastic, willful self. Interesting to know. There was no way that I
had broken her that easily. She'd just figured out that this kind of
speech made things easier on her. And she was pretty quick adjusting her
speech to the new pattern. Even though she was good at getting the words
off her tongue, I could see the resistance still behind her eyes. I
hadn't broken her yet. Not sure I ever would.
"Choose."
"Shit. Okay. Tighten them you bastard. I want another shot at this. And
I can't wear these damn things until you let me sleep."
I kind of figured that she wouldn't give up. Even if it meant a little
more pain. I reached forward and gave them each another half turn. She
closed her eyes and held her breath as the cruel clamps bit even more
fiercely into her sensitive nipples. But she didn't cry out.
We walked along for a while more. Her trying her damnedest to figure out
what I wanted to hear. Trying to walk gingerly in her bare feet and
ankle chains. Trying to keep her upper body as still as she could. I'd
stopped moving the clamps a while back when I realized just how much
they were hurting her.
"You really have a thing for hurting my boobs, don't you?"
"They are nice boobs to hurt. Why? You wet?"
"Bastard." She gritted her teeth.
"Have you figured it out yet?"
"Are you going to tighten them again if I'm wrong?"
"Nope, but I'm getting tired of this game. Last chance."
"God. I can't stand this much longer."
I stopped. I knew that she must have come up with some possibilities.
Probably been wracking her brain for the last hour. She just was trying
to choose between them. We were nearly back at the hotel.
"Out with it then."
"Please have mercy on me. I'm a person. I'm Jane. I feel, you know? I
hurt. How would you make out in my place? My boobs hurt. I can't
concentrate like this. My nipples are on fire. I'm sorry for whatever I
did. Please. I'm so sorry. Please take them off. God. Please have
mercy."
"You are my slave. Nothing else. Remember that."
"Oh God. Okay. Okay. Please just tell me what you want to hear. I'll get
down on my knees. Beg you. I'll repeat it at the top of my lungs. I'll
crawl all the way back to the hotel. Please take these damn things off
my boobs. Please. They hurt." The last words almost plaintively, tears
beginning to form in the corner of her eyes.
"I'm waiting. As far as I'm concerned you can wear them forever. What do
you think the lesson was?"
"Oh God. Please. All right. If a slave is sufficiently cooperative and
humbles herself to her Master, he may take leniency on her punishment.
Please Master, this slave begs you to remove the clamps. Please."
I reached forward and grasped the right clamp. Jane gasped as I moved
the clamp. Ignoring her pain, I began to undo the clamp. Relief flooded
into her face, just before she yelped at the pain of the returning
circulation in her nipple. I released her left clamp, eliciting the same
response from her.
As soon as the clamps were off, she collapsed to her knees on the
pavement. Sobbing in relief. Whispering, "Thank-you" over and over as
she cried on her knees. Those clamps must have hurt a lot more than I'd
intended. To be honest, I was completely surprised that she had come up
with that. Considering her position, to consider it lenient was a
stretch. But, I guess she was a smart girl. She knew that those clamps
could have been a lot tighter on a lot more sensitive nipples. Though
she tried to use the words to her advantage, both she as I knew that she
was far from a stupid slave. I was actually impressed with her.
I let her cry herself out and then raised her back to her feet. I handed
her the hated clamps into her bound hands; she grasped them without
question behind her back. Having her carry them back to the hotel,
making her aware of them, even though they weren't currently attached to
her breasts. That I was the one that could release her from the pain.
Not her. Her nipples. Erect, and no doubt very sensitive were an angry
red. Still slightly crying we found ourselves back at the hotel in about
fifteen minutes. I took off her ankle chains and led her up the fire
stairs to the suite.
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When we entered, I noticed that the girls had managed to release
Elizabeth from her chair. Amy had dug out some CD's from her suitcase
somehow and the girls were quietly relaxing, listening to what sounded
like Mozart. Christi and Amy lying back at opposite ends of the couch
and Elizabeth curled up on the floor. I motioned for Jane to join the
relaxing women as I dropped wearily into the easy chair that had so
recently held Elizabeth. Mozart crashed over me as I closed my eyes for
a second.
After a few moments I opened my eyes. Four nude women, their hands
handcuffed behind their backs. Trying hard not to attract my attention.
Jane curled up on the carpet beside Elizabeth. What the hell was I going
to do with them tonight? I was far too exhausted to torment them any
further. I idly noticed how my thoughts automatically assigned normal
time to our situation. A glance out the window would show that the world
hadn't moved an inch from morning when I'd stopped it. The bright
sunshine still beaming down on the world. But our bodies and minds
appear to have some rhythm of their own. So it was nighttime. Despite
what the outside world was telling us.
Tearing my wandering mind back to the girls in front of me. I had to
decide what to do with them. Before I fell asleep. I'd been careless
last evening. And I'd almost paid the price for it. If it wasn't for
Jane not quite having the courage to continue, I'd have either found out
the consequences of death in a strange timeline or had to begin this
whole adventure over again. Neither case particularly appealed me. I'd
invested a lot of time and energy setting up this situation. And if the
equations were wrong, my death could have some really serious
consequences. I had to make sure that the women were secured tonight. No
mistakes.
Jane tied the best knots out of all the women. I opened my eyes again
with an effort. I looked down at Jane. She was still breathing hard from
climbing the stairs to the penthouse suite. Her bare breasts rising and
falling as she rested.
"Janey?"
"Sir?" she was pretty tired too, I could tell.
"Come here."
Jane wearily obeyed. Struggling back to her bare feet and padding over
to where I sat.
"Wrists."
Jane turned herself around and held her wrists out to me behind her
back. I fished the key out and released her slender wrists from their
confinement. I idly played with the handcuffs as Jane turned herself
back around rubbing her wrists. She had put down the nipple clamps,
without permission, as she had initially settled to the floor. I decided
to let it slide. I was far to tired to even consider punishing her. And
she was too tired to take it. Last thing I needed was really rebellious
women when I was this tired. I wasn't even sure I had the energy to stop
her if she wanted to attack me, much less manipulate time.
"Jane. I want you to tie Amy and Elizabeth up."
The protests began from Amy and Elizabeth immediately, but a single
weary glance silenced them before they could really irritate me.
"How?"
"How?" my mind was really beginning to have trouble concentrating.
"How do you want me to tie them?" Jane was getting a bit exasperated. I
couldn't really blame her.
"Securely. To something."
"Together? Uncomfortably?"
"Together. Don't really care about comfort. Make them as comfortable as
practical. They'll be in it for a while."
Jane nodded wearily and wandered over to Amy and Elizabeth. She touched
Amy's arm and urging her to her feet. Elizabeth struggled to her feet
from the floor. I closed my eyes, hearing Amy's and Elizabeth's small
moans over the Mozart as they were moved into position and secured. Once
I heard Amy plead, "Please sir. Please I don't need to be tied up." Only
to be shushed by Jane.
I had just about begun to doze when Jane touched my arm, almost
startling me. Christ. I had to keep my eyes open until I was done with
the girls. Especially with Jane free and about. I'm suspecting that I
was really lucky that Jane was as exhausted as I.
I snapped awake. Amy and Elizabeth were standing in the middle of the
room. Hands still handcuffed behind them. Jane couldn't have taken the
cuffs off the women anymore than she could release her own wrists when I
had them cuffed. No key. Amy and Elizabeth facing each other. Bare
breasts pressed together. Soft rope holding their ankles together. Rope
encircled their ankles, knees, thighs, waists and under their arms
holding them firmly together. Their faces only inches apart. A loose
rope held their throats, and a very lax piece ran upwards from their
throats to one of the plant hooks. They'd be okay as long as they
remained standing. A crotch rope was worked around their hips, the rope
running through their vaginal lips, joining them together. All in all, a
very attractive job. They weren't going to get much sleep tonight being
unable to lie down. But that didn't particularly concern me right now.
I'd give them a rest in the morning. I was simply too tired to care.
Realizing that they were going to be stuck like that for a while, if I
was going to sleep, Amy looked at me with tears in her eyes. I handed
Jane the key to Christi's handcuffs and motioned her to free Christi.
Jane padded over to her task without complaining.
Amy, her lower lip quivering, spoke from her bonds.
"Please. You don't have to do this. I'll be good. I promise. I'll make
love to you before you sleep. I'll crawl for you. Handcuff me to
something. Please. Not standing. I'll never sleep."
I rose from my chair and walked over to the two girls standing tied
together. I just pressed my finger against her lips, and she obediently
quieted. I checked the ropes. Not tight enough to cause real discomfort
or hurt their circulation. Although I couldn't imagine the crotch ropes
being overly comfortable. I looked over at Jane. A bit surprised that
she had added that touch on her own. Strictly it hadn't been necessary.
I was so tired I wouldn't have even though to tell her to do it. Damn
that girl, beginning to know me better than I know myself. Elizabeth's
face, silently pleading with me not to leave them like this for the
night.
I whispered to the girls, "Ladies. I know you are uncomfortable. Spend
the night like this. Try to sleep. Okay? If you can't I'll let you sleep
in the bed tomorrow after I wake. You'll be alright. Just quiet. I don't
want to have to gag you."
Amy just nodded. Tears spilling over her eyes. Elizabeth, just relaxed
as much as she was able. These were going to be very tired girls in the
morning. I'd deal with them then. I was almost asleep on my feet.
An evil thought occurred to me as I turned to gather up the remaining
two girls.
I leaned in towards the bound girls. I gave them both a kiss on the
cheek, whispering to Elizabeth as I did so. She initially shook her
head, but a quick open hand on her backside convinced her. Tears in her
eyes, she leaned her head forward, and before Amy could react, kissed
her full on the mouth. To my surprise, Amy didn't back away from the
kiss but rather returned it. Softly crying.
Elizabeth broke the kiss and looked back at me. She said simply, "Good
night, Sir."
Amy echoed the words, quietly. I stroked their hair and whispered, "Good
night, girls."
I walked over to Jane and Christi. Both completely free of bonds and
gave them my arms. Each took one and as we passed the stereo, Jane
flipped it off. Mozart faded. Christi touched the light switch as we
passed into the hall plunging the two bound girls into darkness, each
emitting a small cry.
As soon as we made it to the bedroom, I flopped down on the bed. Closed
my eyes. A moment later, I opened them. Without any instruction at all,
Christi had automatically cuffed Jane's hands behind her back. I watched
wearily as she guided the naked teen to the desk chair. Jane sighed as
she sat down. Christi knelt and quickly wrapped soft rope holding Jane's
ankles to the chair legs. There wasn't a scrap of resistance from Jane.
She might have even been more tired than I. I hadn't had to walk for
what seemed like miles, hobbled and barefoot struggling with the pain of
nipple clamps.
Jane settled into the chair and closed her eyes. As I watched, her
breathing became more regular and her head fell quietly forward. I don't
think I'd ever met anyone that was able to fall asleep as quickly as
she. But I guess I'd put her through an awful lot today. Her nipples,
softly moving with her breathing were still an angry red. I felt a quick
pang of guilt for causing her that pain; I pushed it away. I guess I was
just more tired than I thought.
Christi, had walked over to the bed where I was lying. Her hands pulling
at my clothes. With a little help from me, soon I had lost my clothes,
idly I watched as she carelessly tossed them about the room. Shirt over
by the dresser. Pants at Jane's feet. Shoes, at the foot of the bed.
I took a deep breath as her hands found my penis. I was ready in a
second. Four nude, captive women. Plus all the adventure today. Those
poor girls tied up in the mall. Tormenting them. The Ashley enigma.
Jane's masochistic tendencies surfacing. The lawyers. Punishing Amy and
Jane. The memories flooding over me. I was more than ready as her soft
lips slipped over the head. Her soft tongue running over the length of
me. Lightly sucking. My hands resting on her hair. Stroking her head as
she used her mouth. Finally, my hips rising from the bed. Thrusting into
her teasing mouth. Climaxing. I felt her throat spasming as she
struggled to swallow everything. Breathing through her nose. Releasing
her head, letting her up.
A last wave of weariness washing over me. I struggled to keep awake as I
felt her reaching to the night stand. Sensing her gathering something
up. Adrenaline. My eyes snapped open, sure I was going to see a kitchen
knife in her hands. Almost calling up my reserves of strength, ready to
freeze her. I relaxed. Two pairs of handcuffs in her long fingers. God,
I was tired.
"You don't have to tie me up, you know." But I could see it in her face.
She knew that she wasn't going to be allowed freedom this night.
My eyes closing again. I just sighed. I guess she took the sigh to mean
that she was going to be bound with the rest of the girls tonight. When
I opened my eyes again, she had handcuffed her own slender ankles
together. I made an effort worthy of Goliath and raised into a sitting
position. I touched her bare shoulder as she was struggling to move off
the bed to the floor. She stopped. I swung her bare legs back up onto
the bed, taking the second pair of handcuffs from her fingers. I snapped
them around the bar of the bed foot bar and to the chain binding her
ankles, effectively holding her on the bed. Damned if I was going to
have a repeat of yesterday. Christi wasn't going anywhere tonight. I
then collapsed back onto the bed. My eyes closing for the last time. I
felt her hands gently stroking my hair as I fell asleep. My last thought
before dreamland was that I hoped that she didn't have enough strength
to strangle me.
"Good night, Master," she softly said before lying down beside me. Her
ankles quietly jangling the chains holding them.
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