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Chapter 41
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
I awoke refreshed. According to my watch, at least ten hours of sleep. I
was lying on my back, with an unfamiliar weight pressing against my arm.
I glanced down. A blonde head resting in the crook on my arm. I didn't
move, not wanting to wake her. I glanced over at the chair, half
expecting it to be empty. Jane still sitting in the chair, her ankles
secured to the legs, breathing regularly. Occasionally pulling against
her ropes. But quiet.
I gently moved, lowering Christi carefully to the bed. It was then that
I noticed that her hands were handcuffed in front of her. I was quite
sure that her hands were free last night before I fell asleep. I was
almost sure that I was worried about her strangling me before I fell
asleep. I guess that hadn't happened. She must have somehow gotten the
cuffs from the night stand, after I'd fallen asleep and cuffed herself.
I'd have to reward her for that. It would have been just as easy for her
to handcuff me instead. But she hadn't. Not sure why.
I quickly gathered my clothes, not waking either female. Naked, I
dropped my clothes in the bathroom and I padded out to the living room.
I switched on the light, eliciting some groans from the girls tied up
there. I walked up to Amy and Elizabeth.
Amy looked like hell. Her eyes were sunken. Her hair a mess. It didn't
look like she had gotten a wink of sleep. I couldn't imagine how it must
feel tied up for a solid ten hours when you are deathly tired. Elizabeth
looked a little better, but not much.
"Good morning," I said to them brightly.
"Good morning," Amy returned a bit sulkily. Amy was probably one of
those people that got really cranky if overtired.
I wandered out to the kitchen and switched on the coffee pot. Then sat
down in the easy chair and gazed at my girls.
Finally, Amy broke down. "Please. Aren't you going to untie us?"
"Whatever for? You look wonderful like that."
"Oh God. Please. I'm begging you. My feet hurt. My back hurts. I'm so
tired I could just die. Please." She began to cry, silent big tears
falling down her cheeks. Moving Elizabeth with her sobs. Yup, cranky
when tired. Elizabeth tried to comfort her.
Elizabeth turned her head as best she could.
"How can you be so cruel to her? She's human, you know? She's tired.
She's tortured. She's hurting. Please. I'll stay here if you need to
look at someone. Please. She's just a girl."
I stood up and walked over to the girls. Stroked Amy's head until she
calmed down a bit.
"You aren't ever going to let us go. Are you?"
"You mean from this?" I indicated the ropes holding her.
Despair. She nodded. "Please. God. I'm so tired. I'll do anything for
some sleep. Oh Christ. A nice bed. What's that like? Please, my feet. My
legs. My whole body aches. I'm not asking for much. Please. I'll crawl
for you. I'll fuck you. You can whip me. Oh God please let me out of
this."
She managed to keep control of her voice, even though her eyes couldn't
help dropping a few tears down her cheeks. She actually was very
attractive when she begged. I relented and began to undo the knots.
Jane's knots always gave me trouble, so it was a long process. I began
at their ankles, slowly working my way up their bound bodies. I cruelly
left the crotch ropes in place until I'd released everything but their
throats.
I released the ropes holding their crotches together having to actually
work the evil ropes from between their swollen lips. Both girls sighed
as the strict bondage fell away from their bodies. Especially when the
bonds were removed from the crotch ropes. I couldn't imagine how sore
that would get a girl if left for ten hours. But they didn't complain
too much. Maybe they were frightened to complain. I released their
throats last. As soon as the danger of hanging themselves had been
removed, both girls fell to their knees on the carpet.
Amy murmured, "Thank-you. Oh God. Thank-you." Her muscles began to
uncramp and she gasped as the blood began to circulate back into areas
that it had been denied until now.
I looked down at the kneeling girls. "How about a shower?"
"A shower?" both girls in unison.
"Yeah, you remember those don't you?"
"Oh my God," Amy practically gushed. "I'd do just about anything for a
hot shower. I didn't think you would ever let me take one. I feel so
dirty." In her excitement she completely unselfconsciously leaned
forward and kissed my leg. Amazing what a tired girl and a night of
uncomfortable bondage will do to a woman. Elizabeth, while not quite as
excited as Amy was nodding that she wanted one too.
Though the girls were alright the way they were, I wrinkled my nose and
smiled. Joking with them. "Well, I guess you do need one." I touched
their heads. "Come on. Crawl with me to the bathroom."
Without any complaint at all, the two girls fell to their hands and
knees and quickly as they could crawled to the bathroom. Once there, I
had Elizabeth get up and run a hot shower. Leaning back against the
counter, I motioned for Amy to join her.
Not having to be told twice, the girl bounced to her feet and slipped
into the shower with Elizabeth. As I slipped into the shower with them,
Amy was actually smiling as she worked shampoo into her hair. I motioned
to Elizabeth, and resigned, she picked up a bar of soap and began to
wash Amy. There wasn't a whole lot of room in the shower, I have no idea
how Christi, Jane and Elizabeth took one the day before.
Soon, Amy was sighing as Elizabeth's hands worked the soap into her bare
wet body. Elizabeth, seeming to know what I wanted from her, took care
to make sure Amy was completely clean. Spending extra time on her feet,
pussy and breasts. Whenever Amy tried to help, I just gently slapped at
her hands, finally Amy just let Elizabeth soap her up and enjoyed it.
Back in the spray, Amy rinsed and then returned the favour. Carefully
working the shampoo into Elizabeth's hair, and soaping up her body.
Elizabeth sighed at the attention, knowing that she shouldn't help Amy
wash her, letting Amy do the work.
"You know, this is a lot nicer than the cold one you made us take the
other day."
"Only because I'm in here. Otherwise, you'd be shivering."
"Oh. Doesn't matter. Thank-you anyway. It feels wonderful after that
night."
"Yes, thank-you ... m-m-master," shyly from Amy.
Once Elizabeth was rinsed off, the two girls automatically turned to me.
Amy running her hands through my wet hair, carefully working shampoo
through it. Cleaning it thoroughly. Elizabeth running her soft hands
over my body. Working the soap into it. Taking extra care around my
groin causing me to gasp as her wet hands massaged me. She grinned up at
me, falling to her knees. Water cascading over her bare body. Amy's
hands still working at my hair.
Elizabeth slipped her wet mouth over my penis, began to run her tongue
up and down it. Teasing. I groaned, taking in the sensations of the
water, the two beautiful women. I didn't take long for me to get to the
edge. Smiling up at me, Elizabeth waited for the last possible second
before taking me out of her mouth, with one soft touch from her fingers,
I climaxed. Letting my come go. Elizabeth managed to close her eyes as
my semen cascaded over her face. Into her wet hair. As I finished, and
relaxed, she climbed to her bare feet and nonchalantly rinsed her face
and hair again, getting me off of her. She turned around and kissed my
mouth.
"Without even being told."
"I figured you'd make me do it anyway."
"Most women would have waited in your position."
"I ain't most women and you were finally nice to us. Hot water. Even if
it wasn't meant for us." She grinned. Such simple things made her happy.
Probably such a difference from her former life.
The girls finished washing my body. I rinsed off.
"Stay." I ordered them. The two bare girls had no problem following that
order. Relishing the spray against their bodies. If they could have
stayed under that hot water all day, I think they would have. I would
have bet that if I'd met them two days ago and told them that they would
be showering together, washing me, servicing me, and happy about it,
they probably would have just hurt themselves laughing. Amazing.
As I stepped out of the shower, I turned off the hot tap. It took a
second for the stream to change to bitter cold. The girls in the spray
squealed. Begging for me to let them get out or turn back on the hot. I
forced them to stay under the cold spray for a minute or so, then
reached in and turned off the water.
I let the dripping girls step out of the shower. They were shivering and
their nipples stood out in a delicious way. I almost wanted to play with
their bodies, right then and there, but decided to hold off. I had a lot
planned for the day. And even if they were in much better spirits, they
needed some rest before I could really play with them. Amy actually
laughing as she stepped out of the shower, her body shaking from the
cold water. Simple things.
I held out a large bath towel and the girls immediately began to dry my
wet body. Amy picked up a hair dryer and began to dry my hair. I just
waited quietly letting the girls preen me. Finally done, I motioned for
them to finish up themselves. I slipped into my clothes and sat on the
counter watching the bare beauties dry each other. Still shivering. I
had them put nail polish on, their choice of colour, but since I was
intending to put them to bed there was little point to having them don
makeup for me.
While we waited for their nails to dry, Amy spoke to me.
"Why are you being nice to us?"
"Amy, I'm not always cruel. You and Elizabeth have done everything I
asked. Right down to spending the night in that awful position. I know
that must have been really hard on you. You are tired. Probably a bit
cranky. I understand. You need some rest. And I needed a shower anyway.
No reason for you not to join me."
"God, it felt good. How long are you going to keep us?"
"Until I get tired of you. You know that."
"I guess I did. Can I ask you a more personal question? Without you
getting upset at me?"
"I suppose." I was feeling patient.
"Why do you enjoy having us? I mean, like you do?"
"Huh?"
"She means, why do you like having us tied up, humiliated, naked all the
time?" Elizabeth chimed it.
"I honestly don't know."
"It turns you on having us helpless, doesn't it?"
"I guess it does."
"You know that you don't have to keep us tied up all the time you know.
We can't get away. We're helpless anyway. I'm pretty sure all of us have
pretty much given up on any ideas of attacking you. You don't have to
tie us up."
"Elizabeth, I know you don't like being bound up all the time. I
wouldn't either, in your position. But, I can't help it. That is why I
took you. To keep you in bonds most of the time. Whether you like it or
not doesn't really matter to me."
Elizabeth just hung her head. "God, I'm so tired."
"I know. And I promised you a bed for the morning."
Amy brightened. "You mean it? You are going to let us sleep in the bed?
No floor? No ropes?" Hopefully.
I turned to Amy. "Amy, dear. I am going to let you sleep in the bed. No
floor. Promise. But you know I can't leave you without the ropes."
"Please. Oh my God. Please. I'm begging you. I don't need to be tied up.
I won't run away. God. I'll give you another blowjob. Please don't tie
me up anymore. I hate it."
"Amy. I'll try to make it comfortable for you. Okay?"
Tears welled up in her eyes. She was really tired. Mood swings. I had to
get these girls some sleep before they became completely unpredictable.
She bit her lower lip, such a feminine thing, choked back the tears that
had threatened when she didn't get everything she wanted. She silently
nodded in resignation. Her face brightened a bit as she again realized
that she was going to get to sleep in a bed again. Even if she was tied
up.
Finally, the women finished drying off, their bodies glowing. I resisted
the impulse to use them and gently guided them towards the bedroom.
I opened the door quietly. Christi was sitting up on the bed. Awake.
Pulling weakly at the cuffs holding her wrists and ankles. Jane was
still snoring in the chair. Christi's eyes opened wider as she saw the
two radiant girls precede me into the bedroom.
I dropped to the bed, releasing her cuffs. Christi kissed me full on the
mouth, whispering "Good morning".
I whispered my reply not wanted to wake Jane yet. "Good morning, sleepy
head."
Christi slipped off the bed and knelt quietly on the floor as I motioned
Amy and Elizabeth over to the bed. Amy flopped down, her eyes
questioning. I had her put her wrists in front of her and I wrapped them
with some softer rope; lashing them together. Not tight, but
inescapable. She pulled a bit against the bindings, but didn't complain.
I did the same to her ankles. A quick lashing, probably not
uncomfortable considering what she had put up with previously. As I
finished with her ankles, I looked up at her face. The girl was already
fast asleep. Her breasts rising and falling with her shallow breathing.
I gently rolled her over to one side of the bed. Her sleeping body not
resisting.
I tied Elizabeth the same way. Wrists and ankles. Not unbearably tight.
Set her head at the foot of the bed, opposite to Amy. She lay her head
down, her red hair flowing around her head. She closed her eyes
murmuring, "Good night."
I touched Christi's arm and she rose to her feet. I guided her silently
out of the room of sleeping, bound, and nude women and closed the door
quietly behind us.
Chapter 42
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
I walked her out to the kitchen. She immediately smelled the coffee long
since brewed. She reached for the pot, but I gently pulled her arm back.
She looked at me, hurt. Like a child not getting her way. Pouting.
"After you make some breakfast. For three."
"Three?"
"Yes. I'm going to wake Jane as well, if she doesn't wake on her own."
"Oh. Cold cereal for us? What would you like?" She asked glumly.
I was feeling beneficent. It wouldn't hurt and it might put them in
better spirits. "Bacon, eggs and toast, all around. Coffee for the two
of you."
Her eyes widened, not expected anything more than just cold cereal in a
bowl on the floor. But she didn't have to be told twice. I settled into
a kitchen chair as she purposefully moved around the kitchen, gathering
ingredients, finding pots and pans. Getting the bacon cooking. Her long
legs flashing as he strode around. Smiling.
Soon, the heavenly smells of breakfast began to permeate the air. I was
famished. The girls' intake of food had been very limited. I was trying
to keep them a little hungry to make them a bit more cooperative. I'd
been giving them snacks from time to time, but no really good hot meals.
As a result, I hadn't been eating quite right either.
I watched with a smile on my face as she jumped when the bacon grease
caught her bare skin. She yelped and turned to see me grinning. She
smiled and stuck out her tongue.
"Don't be sticking out that thing unless you intend to use it."
She put on a mischievous grin and mocked me. "What makes you think that
I wouldn't?"
"Get back to work, vixen."
She stuck her tongue out again, but turned back to breakfast.
I rose and wandered back to the bedroom. Opening the door silently I
poked my head in. Jane was still fast asleep. Dreaming. Pulling against
the ropes that held her. Amy and Elizabeth dead to the world on the bed.
I moved over to Jane and touched her bare shoulder. Her eyes fluttered
open, and she groaned. I knelt and began to untie her ankles. Soon she
was free and I helped her get her cramped body out of the chair. She
groaned again as she rose to her bare feet. She appeared to about to say
something. Pressing my finger to her lips, I pointed to Amy and
Elizabeth sound asleep on the bed. Jane nodded and we made our way
slowly out of the bedroom, giving Jane's cramped muscles time to adjust
to their freedom, closing the door silently behind us.
"God. Don't ever sleep tied to a chair. That's all I have to say." Jane
was rolling her neck and shaking her legs out.
"Cramped?"
"A bit. Is that bacon I smell?"
"Yup."
"Bet I don't get any."
"Why not?"
"Really?" I nodded.
The look of wonder on her face. Just like a child. She raised up on her
toes and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"This slave is so very hungry. She thanks her master for his kindness."
Back to the slave talk. She was getting pretty good at it. By this time
we had made our way back out to the kitchen area. Christi turned away
from the eggs she was cooking and made a face at Jane. Guess she
probably heard the last "slave" sentence. Her look was one of those
don't-humour-him looks. I gave her a withering glance and she grinned
again, sticking out her tongue and returned to her task.
I guided Jane to one of the chairs. She sat, trying to adjust her hands
still cuffed behind her.
With a mischievous grin, Jane looked up at me. "A slave cannot eat her
breakfast with her wrists handcuffed, can she?"
"I guess we'll just have to do something about that." I was wondering
what the heck had gotten into these two this morning. Both mischievous.
Teasing. I guess they were just feeling perky. Maybe they were morning
people. Amazing what a good rest would do.
Christi carried the plates of food to the table and placed a plate at
each setting. A cup of coffee beside her's and Jane's plate.
"So, how do you like being served by the naked chef?" She flung her arms
out.
Unsure of all this energy in the morning, I just smiled at her. That was
enough for her as she settled into her seat. I suspect that she was
beginning to look forward to her first decent meal in a long time.
She picked up her fork and had just about begun to dig in when I stopped
her.
"Christi."
Her arm stopped midway to her plate. She turned her head, dread in her
eyes. I could see it. After making her prepare everything, I wasn't
going to let her eat. Her smile faded and tears began to flood into her
eyes. "Please. M-M-Master. I'm so hungry."
"Christi." I took the fork away from her. Letting her think for a second
that I wasn't going to let her eat. Jane just pulled at her cuffs,
smelling the food in front of her. "Christi. I should have warned you
before you went to all this trouble of setting the table for three." The
tears overwhelmed her eyes and the first coursed down her cheek.
"Please. Whatever I've done, I'm sorry. Please. I'm so hungry."
I tasted the bacon. She was actually a really good cook. The bacon was
just the way I enjoyed it. I watched her eyes as they followed the piece
of bacon from my plate to my mouth. Wanting. Longing. Not daring to eat
without my permission.
I swallowed. "Christi, don't you think you should wait for me to
finish."
She choked out her answer. "I g-g-guess. But my breakfast will get cold.
Please." I saw a light go on inside her head and she struggled for the
words. "Please ... M-m-m-master ... y-your s-sla-ve ... please have pity
on her." The last words fell out of her mouth in a rush. Damn, they were
catching on quick.
I nodded to her and her face brightened.
"Eat slowly, Christi. Use your fingers. Don't wolf it down. I know
you're hungry."
Jane whimpered quietly. "Please. Master. Your slave begs to be freed to
eat her breakfast." I saw a way of slowing down Christi.
I shook my head watching as the tears began to fall from Jane's eyes. I
felt sorry for her. I'm sure that she was just as hungry as the rest of
us. And she hadn't even done anything to deserve punishment.
"Christi. Help Jane. Okay? One for you, one for her. She's hungry too."
Jane closed her eyes. Her face flushing. She wasn't even going to be
allowed to feed herself, but had to take her food from the fingers of
another woman.
Christi looked up from her breakfast and gave Jane a reassuring look.
She reached over to Jane's plate and brought a piece of bacon to her
lips. Jane, still flushed accepted the food and swallowed hungrily.
I finished my breakfast far before Christi and Jane, they only sharing
one set of hands between the two of them. I sat back and watched the
girls interact. After the initial discomfort it looked like Jane was
actually getting into being fed. Smiling, and docilely waiting for
Christi to get back to her. God, it was nice having the two bare
beauties at the breakfast table. One feeding the other like a child.
Eating with nude women. Nothing quite like it.
I watched as Christi finished off Jane's plate. Mopping up the last of
the yolk with the toast and placing it into Jane's mouth. Jane licking
at her fingers. Finally, finishing the last of her own breakfast and
licking the last crumbs from her own fingers. She didn't even seem to
mind not being allowed to use cutlery.
Fed, the girls seemed to be a bit happier. They settled down and relaxed
a bit. Christi turned her gaze to me.
"Can I ask what we are going to be doing today, without you getting mad
at me?"
"Sure."
Her brow furrowed, not realizing that I was playing with her.
"Well?"
"Well what?" I liked keeping them off balance. And they had been more
than irritating with their cheerfulness this morning. *I* wasn't a
morning person.
"What are we going to do?" She seemed almost, but not quite annoyed.
Puzzled. Confused maybe.
"Do you really want to know?"
"Probably not. Let me guess. I'll be using my tongue again." She
shivered.
"Maybe. I thought we might go back to visit Kimberly. She would probably
be glad to see us."
"I'd almost forgotten about her. You think she's alright?"
"Probably very thirsty, hungry and aching, unless she's figured out a
way of getting those clothespins off."
"Oh God." Imagining the plight of the poor girl.
"Who's Kimberly?" from Jane.
"Kimberly is the second girl he grabbed after me." Christi explained.
"Last I saw of her, she was tied into a chair, breasts bound and
clothespins on her nipples. God, that must have been two days ago."
Jane winced. "That's pretty harsh. Even for you."
"This is why I think we better go see to her. Even if it's just to
return her to her own time. I may be cruel, but I don't think it is
necessary to kill anyone. Least of all by starvation."
Christi got up and began to clear the table, dumping the dishes in the
sink. I watched as the nude girl ran some water into the sink and
quietly washed the dishes. Probably thinking about the horrible
experience that Kimberly was going through.
She finished and then came and knelt by my feet. Her hands resting
easily on my thigh.
I sat there thinking for a few minutes, the girls knew better than to
disturb me when I was thinking. Finally, I handed Christi the key to
Jane's handcuffs and bade her release Jane.
As Jane's wrists came free she remarked, "You couldn't have done that
before breakfast, could you?" She rubbed her wrists. Been in confinement
for a hell of a long time.
"Janey, then I wouldn't have seen Christi feed you." She flushed. "Quite
erotic actually."
"You are a bastard, you know that?"
"Yup." Mischievous grin of my own.
"You two care to have a shower?"
"Oh God. Please. I feel so dirty," Christi said.
Jane looked shrewdly at me. "Hot water?"
Christi chimed in as well. "Please don't make us take another cold
shower."
I looked at Jane. "You want hot water?"
I watched as she consciously slipped into slave mode. It was something
to see. Her eyes even changed. Became softer somehow. She knew that I
wanted her to beg and if she begged enough I'd let her have what she
wanted. She immediately slipped to the floor onto her knees.
"Master? Please. Have pity on a worthless slave? Please allow her hot
water? It was so cold last time. Your poor slave was shivering. Please
allow your dumb slave to shower with hot water. Please." She actually
managed to get her eyes to brim with tears as she begged. No shame. She
knew that this was the only way to get anything extra from me. She had
nothing else with which to bargain.
I felt my body react. Seeing her naked, on her knees. Begging for
something as simple as hot water in the shower. I was completely erect;
so turned on. And she seemed so sincere. She knew she had to beg or she
was showering in the freezing cold spray again. It didn't take much to
get to me.
"Go on you two. Hot as you like. But be quick."
They jumped to their feet and practically ran out of the kitchen. I just
shook my head. Who would have thought, two days ago that I'd be so
completely controlling such beautiful women. I'll bet they would never
have guessed either.
I casually strolled to the bathroom and walked in. No need to knock. The
steam from the shower assaulted me as I wandered in. I could hear the
two of them splashing about in the shower. I doubt if they even knew I
was there. I actually heard Christi laugh as she dropped the soap. I
watched and listened to the two girls for about ten minutes before Jane
slipped out of the shower. Her bare body dripping. I suppose that it
wasn't often that they had privacy or pleasure. The simply pleasure of
hot water running over their sore bodies revitalized them. Jane looked
positively radiant.
As she stepped out of the shower, I watched her jump as she realized I
was in the bathroom with them. Then she smiled, casting her eyes
downward, "A slave thanks her master for letting her take a hot shower."
Her mischievous grin played at the corner of her pretty mouth as she
tried her best to keep a straight face. Finally, giving up, she minced
over to where I was leaning on the counter, stood on her toes and gave
me a quick kiss. "You know," she said to me, "if it wasn't for you being
a complete bastard every so often it might actually be pleasant being
here." She playfully tossed her hair, catching me with drops of water.
She danced away before I could react and give her a swat.
Her words caught me a bit off guard. But she didn't seem to expect an
answer from me. She just grabbed the towel off the towel bar and began
the process of drying herself. Christi peeked out around the shower
curtain.
They both seemed to be in an odd mood today. "Can a slave have a few
more minutes? This water feels wonderful to her." I nodded to her.
I shook my head wondering where all the sudden submissiveness came from.
Perhaps they had just figured out that their submissiveness wasn't too
hard to affect and drastically made life easier for them. Damn, it was
hard to say no to a naked woman trying so hard to please. And I was
beginning to suspect that they knew that. Must have been hard for them,
though. Especially Jane.
Jane finished drying herself, and combed out her long brunette hair. She
saw me watching her, and purposefully turned her body towards me as she
ran the comb through her now clean locks.
After she was done, she looked at me. Christi was just stepping out of
the shower, turning it off as she left.
Jane asked me, "Do you want us in make up?"
"Sounds good." I shrugged. I didn't actually care, not a huge make-up
man. And these girls didn't really need make-up. "Not going to dry your
hair?"
"Never do. You want me to?"
I shrugged. Couldn't think of why I should make her dry her hair. She
just bent to the counter and picked up some of Amy's makeup and began to
lightly put some on. Lipstick. Some eye highlights. Nothing garish. She
finished and walked over to her.
"How do I look?"
"Clean."
"Thanks." She looked a bit disappointed.
"Clean is good. You look gorgeous. No nail polish?"
"Do you like a woman in nail polish?"
I nodded. She smiled. "Red or purple?" She held up the only two bottles
that Amy had on the counter.
I pointed to the red. And she bent to her task fingers and toes. Christi
was just finishing up, blow drying her blonde mane. Silently, she set
about making herself up as well. She used a little more than Jane, but
they both looked drop dead gorgeous after they were done. Damn, had they
only known how good they looked and how close they had just come to
having sex right then and there.
While waiting for the nail polish to dry, Jane decided to push her luck.
"Please, can't we put on some clothes? We'll be good. I promise. I'm so
tired of being naked."
I smiled at her. "Jane, I'd get used to the nude look. That's one thing
that you're not even going to be able to beg for and get. You're welcome
to try, I like you begging, but I'll give you advance warning. I like
you naked more than I like the begging."
She just hung her head. "You can't blame a girl for trying."
I touched her head, motioned to Christi. I'd carried in two pairs of
handcuffs. I just pointed to the cuffs and watched as Jane picked up the
first pair, Christi the second. With a plaintive look, but seeing that
it would do her no good to argue, Jane wrapped the first cuff around her
right wrist. She started to put her hands behind her to close the left
cuff but I stopped her with another touch.
"In front is okay, this time."
She smiled gratefully and managed to close the other cuff in front of
her. Christi did the same. I stepped back and just enjoyed the sight of
these beautiful creatures handcuffing themselves for me.
After their wrists were secure in front of them, I reached forward and
traced a finger down Jane's right breast. Her skin was silky soft from
the shower. She just stood still, even when my finger traced over her
erect nipple. I motioned Christi over and elicited a gasp from her as I
repeated the action on her left breast.
I placed my hands on their upper arms, relishing the feel of their soft
skin and walking slowly between them, I guided them from the bathroom
and out into the living area.
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I gathered up the bag of toys and the gun. I hadn't needed the gun in a
long time, and the sight of it made both Christi and Jane cringe. It
being the instrument of their enslavement. Hard to fight a guy with a
gun.
I handed the pack to Christi, who grasped it in her bound hands without
complaint. We made our way to the underground parking garage under the
hotel. Christi and Jane cringing as they were forced to walk along in
their clean bare feet in the dusty garage. It wasn't long before we
spied a middle aged woman just leaning down to enter her car. Some kind
of Toyota.
I pointed her out to Christi and Jane.
"Whatcha think of that?"
Jane had been through this before at the mall. She replied, "What do you
want us to think? She's pretty."
"Actually, she's not particularly attractive to me." I wandered up to
her and pried the keys out of her frozen hand. "But she has wheels. Not
pretty wheels. But we can pick up better wheels as we go." I looked at
the Camry in disgust. I concentrated and the car was released from the
Time freeze.
I opened the driver side door and motioned for Christi to get behind the
wheel. Opening the back, I had Jane slip into the back seat. I walked
around the car and slipped into the shotgun seat. I reached around and
belted the girls into their seats. Brushing their bare bodies as I did.
Safety first.
I handed Christi the keys. She grasped them in her bound hands and just
looked at me.
"Please, can't we take off the handcuffs? It is so hard to drive in
them."
"Christi. It's an automatic. Just go slow. We aren't in a huge rush."
"Oh God. Okay. But don't blame me if we crash."
"Christi, you know whose hide it will come out of if you crash us."
She paled, but struggled the keys into the ignition. The car started
without a problem and Christi struggled with the steering wheel to back
it up. Soon, she had maneuvered us out of the parking garage and onto
the main street.
"Where to, Cap'n?" she joked.
"Your place. The hardware store."
"Oh yeah." She grew a little more solemn as she remembered where we were
going.
We moved slowly. I kept myself entertained by occasionally running my
hand across Christi's thigh. It distracted her a number of times. We
almost ended up in the ditch. But she didn't seem to mind. The girls
were getting a bit more comfortable with the fact that I controlled
them. I could touch them whenever I wanted. I could punish them whenever
I wanted. And I could reward them if I chose. I found it flabbergasting
that anyone could fall into being an object so easily. I honestly was
expecting more trouble from my captives. But they had almost all fallen
into whatever routine would cause them the least pain and punishment.
And that meant obeying. Without question.
Christi began having some difficulty in some of the more heavily
traveled areas of the route. Frozen traffic getting in the way. After
some maneuvering she managed to get us around it. She was doing alright
for a naked woman in handcuffs.
I'd almost begun to doze off, when I felt the car slow and finally stop.
"We're here, Cap'n," Christi announced brightly.
I softly chastised her. "I know you are only kidding, Christi, but I
prefer Sir or Master. Not Cap'n."
Her face fell a bit, but nothing was going to dampen this girl's spirits
today. "Yes sir. Are you ever going to tell us who you are? Your real
name?"
I smiled at her, but ignored the question.
I reached around the car, releasing their seatbelts. I climbed out of
the car and watched the two girls struggle with the doors, their cuffed
hands making it difficult to maneuver out of the vehicle.
As we approached the familiar store, I saw Christi hesitate. This was a
bit close to home for her. Probably reminding her of her own initial
capture.
Christi spoke up. "Do you think she'll be alright?"
"I think so. Uncomfortable as all hell, but she should be alright.
Christi, I want you to raid the front of the store. Get candy.
Chocolate. Anything. She's going to be really hungry. Janey, find an
office. Get water. She's going to be more thirsty than hungry. And if
she doesn't get rehydrated she won't be alright much longer. Okay? Meet
me in the middle of the store."
I took the pack from Christi's fingers.
The girls scrambled to do my bidding as soon as we entered the store.
I walked to the center of the store where Kimberly was still tied to the
chair. She had knocked the chair over in her struggles over the last
couple of days. She appeared to be sleeping, her bare bound breasts
rising and falling shallowly in her sleep. One clothespin, from her
right breast had come off, probably when she knocked the chair over. The
one on her left breast was still attached to her nipple. I walked over
to the fallen chair and righted it. She came awake as I moved the chair
back into an upright position.
"Oh thank God," she croaked. Her voice sounded like sandpaper. No
wonder, this creature hadn't been allowed water or food in two days.
"Glad to see me?" I asked her, standing in front of her.
She pulled very weakly at the bonds holding her to the chair. She just
hung her head and nodded.
"I thought I was going to die here. That you weren't ever coming back.
You're not going to let me die are you? I don't want to die. God I
hurt."
Christi wandered around the corner, her bound arms full of chocolate
bars. She unceremoniously dumped them to the floor and then knelt behind
them.
Kimberly's eyes widened at the sight of Christi. Looked longingly at the
candy.
"God. Food. Please. God. Please let me have some water. Please let me
out of these ropes." She began to pull against the ropes.
Jane joined us, carrying a large thermos in her hands. I retrieved the
thermos from her grasp and relieved of her charge, she quietly knelt in
the aisle.
"Stay there. Okay?"
Jane nodded and spoke to me, "That was the only thing I could find. Hope
that's okay?"
I twisted off the top and took a quick mouthful of water. Cold. Over the
top of the thermos I could see Kimberly's eyes watching me drink. So
easily. Her so uncomfortable. Must have been a torture in itself. I sat
down in front of Kimberly on the floor and she began to beg.
Unashamedly.
"Please. I'm so thirsty. I don't want to die of thirst. Please have
mercy. I haven't done anything to you. I hurt so much. Why do you want
to hurt me?" The parched girl began to cry. I was surprised that she had
enough water in her system to even manufacture tears. But there they
were. Big tears, slowly making their way down her cheeks.
I glanced back at Jane, she had her eyes closed as though she was in
pain. She opened them and looked at me. Slowly, she got to her knees and
shuffled out to where I was sitting.
"You bastard. You don't have any idea of the pain she is in, do you?"
I just shook my head and dribbled some water over Kimberly's bare foot.
So close. That bottle of water, the only thing she wanted in the world.
In my hands. Tears falling down her face.
Jane continued. "I know that I'm going to get punished for this, but
I've got to help her." She reached forward and gently took the bottle
from my hands. I let her, curious how far she would take this.
Jane rose to her feet. And approached the chair with the softly weeping
woman.
"Honey. Kimberly. You don't know me. I'm Jane. Please stop crying.
Please." She stroked her hair.
Kimberly began to beg Jane. "Please have mercy on me. God. Water. What
have I ever done to you? Please have mercy. I'm so thirsty. Please."
"Kimberly. Honey. Listen to me. I'm not in control here. I'm just his
dumb slave. Just like you. Listen to me. Please, god, listen to me. I'm
already getting punished for even being here. Okay? Please, I can't give
you the water until he says I can or he might kill me. I'm already
risking punishment like you wouldn't imagine."
"What do I have to do? I'll do anything. Please. God. Water."
"Tell him that. Beg. Please. Call him Master." Jane bent to her ear and
whispered to the crying girl. Something I couldn't make out. Probably
telling her what to say. What might make me allow her the water she so
desperately wanted. Jane straightened, "Please, Kimberly. For me. It's
not that hard once you get used to it."
Jane turned to me. "Master? Please have mercy on a stupid slave? Slave
Kimberly, she'll die without this water. Please. This slave knows that
she is going to be punished. Punish her all you want, but please let
Slave Kimberly drink. Please." Tears had begun to form in Jane's eyes as
well.
Kimberly took a deep breath. I imagine Jane told her to talk like her.
Knowing that eventually I'd let up and let her drink.
"Please, m-m-master. I ... Th-this sl-sl-slave ... is so very thirsty.
She doesn't want to die. Pl-please let her dr-drink some water. I'll ...
she'll fuck you if you want. I ... she will crawl for you. Anything.
Please m-master."
From my position still sitting on the floor, I figured that I had put
her through enough. I rose to my feet and casually removed the
clothespin from Kimberly's left breast.
She wailed, "Ahhhhhhhh. Oh my God. I thought that my tits were numb. Oh
God. My nipple." The blood was rushing back into the tortured nipple.
She collapsed into crying again. Giving up. Just hanging in her ropes.
I dropped the clamp onto the floor at her feet.
"Jane?" She turned to me, half expecting her punishment now. "Jane, take
a mouthful of water. Don't swallow it." Obediently, Jane did as I asked.
Her eyes wide. Questioning. Her cheeks distended with the water.
"Give it to Kimberly."
Kimberly managed to croak out. "Thank-you. Oh God. Thank-you." I'm not
sure if she was thanking me or Jane.
Jane bent down to the bound girl and gave her the water from her mouth.
Her lips pressed against Kimberly. Kimberly swallowed the warmed water
hungrily, her throat working. Gasping as Jane pulled away. Jane just
looked at me. Her eyes clouding at the humiliation of having to be a
glass for this stranger.
The vision of Jane, standing there nude as the day she was born, feeding
the bound woman water from her mouth was intensely arousing. The look of
humiliation on Jane's face; the relief on Kimberly's. This wasn't my
primary reason of forcing Jane to do this. Kimberly was deeply
dehydrated. If she had gulped the cold water like she undoubtedly wished
she could, then she would have really regretted it. Her body rejecting
the cold fluid. I didn't need a sick girl on my hands. This way,
Kimberly was getting what she needed in measured, warm quantities.
Something her body could use. The humiliation aspect was only secondary
in this case. Though I did enjoy watching it.
I nodded to her. "No more than half that flask. No matter how she begs.
OK?"
Jane began to alternately fill her own mouth and press her mouth to
Kimberly's exchanging a mouthful of water at a time to the girl.
Kimberly closing her eyes. Not caring about the humiliation. Just
drinking the life giving fluid.
Finally, the flask was half empty. I could see the colour returning to
Kimberly's face and body. Her energy returning as her body absorbed the
water. I let her rest for a few minutes.
She looked at me. "Please, sir. Some more?"
"All right. But you have to work for the other half bottle."
Kimberly didn't care. She just nodded her head. Anything to get more
water.
I walked behind the chair she was bound to and slowly lowered her
backwards onto the floor. Her back pressing against her bound hands. She
grunted a bit at the shifting weight but didn't complain about the
awkward position.
"What are you going to do to me? Please don't hurt me."
"Christi, come here." The girl obediently rose to her bare feet and
padded over with a look of fright in her eyes. The girls really detested
when I got to playing. "Before we give Kimberly any more water, I want
to punish Jane for her impertinence."
"Please. She didn't do anything. She was only trying to help. I ..."
"Christi."
"But she didn't give her any water until you said. Please don't hurt
her."
"Christi? You want to be next?"
"Oh God. What do you want me to do?"
"Tie her to that rack." I indicated a display rack in the aisle.
"Please?" But she was already approaching Jane who, resigned since she
broke position, didn't resist. I threw the keys to Jane's cuffs to
Christi who caught them with some trouble with her own cuffed hands.
Soon Jane was free and standing spread-eagled against the display rack.
Holding still while Christi struggled with some rope to tie her in
place. Tears began to form in Jane's eyes as I approached her with the
riding crop.
"Oh God. Please no. I didn't do anything. I didn't give her the water.
Oh God. Not the boobs. Please have mercy."
"You want them tied as well?" She shook her head. "Then shush."
"Please Master. A stupid slave is curious how many strokes she is going
to suffer? Please."
"Five. Hard."
"Oh God." I watched as she braced herself for the pain. No way to avoid
it. Hands and ankles bound securely. Couldn't move. Naked. No protection
from the crop.
Christi knelt, crying softly at Jane's feet. I glanced over my shoulder.
Kimberly was trying to watch as best she could. Tears in her eyes.
Feeling like she was the one that had caused this. Jane was only trying
to help her.
"Please Master. Can't a slave convince you not to hit her? Please?" She
looked at me as seductively as she could. Trying to control her fear and
the tears.
Without any further hesitation I brought the crop down hard against her
right breast. The crop actually sunk into the pliant flesh. The sound
like a gunshot. Scaring her. The sound reaching her, the sight of her
crazily bouncing bare breast reaching her before the agony.
"Oh Christ." As the pain hit. "Not the boobs. Oh my God. Please God,
have mercy. It hurts. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh Christ.
Please. Please. Please. Please." I didn't even let her recover before
the next stroke hit her left breast just below the nipple. "No. Please.
No more."
I let her recover a bit.
"Oh Christ. You fucking bastard. You don't have any idea how much that
hurts. Shit. Mercy."
"Three more."
"Three more you bastard. Don't drag it out. God. Please don't hit me
anymore."
Christi was just silently crying on her knees.
"Ready?"
She gritted her teeth and nodded. I took careful aim, but missed anyway.
The next stroke caught her across the tops of both breasts instead of
the nipples where I was aiming.
"Oh Jesus. It hurts. Ahhhhhh. Argh. Please no more. I'm begging you.
Please."
I didn't let the pain fade from the last stroke before I brought the
instrument down hard across both nipples.
"Not my nip ... Ahhhhhhhhh. Oh Lord Jesus. My God. The pain. I can't
take anymore. I'll crawl for you. I'll fuck you. Oh Jesus Christ shit.
My poor boobs. Oh Christ. Please no more."
She was just about pulled her arms and legs out of their sockets trying
to escape the ropes holding her for the lash. Tears falling unashamedly
from her eyes. Four pretty red welts beginning to form on her bare
breasts.
Christi leaned forward and grasped my leg. Her eyes pleading for me to
stop hitting Jane.
"One more, Janey. You can take it?"
"Christ. You bastard. What can I do to convince you not to hit me?
Please?"
"You have nothing to bargain with, Jane. You know that. I'll hit you if
I want to."
"Oh you cocksucking bastard."
"You're in pain. I'll forgive you that."
"Oh Christ. I'm sorry. It just hurts so much. You have no idea. Please
don't hit my boobs again. I'll do anything for you. Just no more."
"You know why you are being punished?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
She drew her breath in as she wrestled the pain down. Her breasts
heaving with her rapid breathing.
"Because I disobeyed. I moved without permission. And I tried to help
her without permission. But you were torturing her. Please. You were
being so cruel. I couldn't stand it. Please. God. Don't hit me again.
She was dying."
"Okay."
"What?"
"Okay. I won't hit your breasts again." I felt between her legs. Her
face flushed as she realized what I was doing. Checking her. She was
sopping wet and she knew it. I knew that she hated that. When her body
betrayed her. Getting off on the abuse. Her head hated it so much.
"What, you want to fuck me instead? I will. Gladly."
"No. Just wondering whether to give you the last one between the legs or
on the face."
"Oh God." She quickly realized that there were worse places to hit a
girl than the breasts. She'd seen me hit her mother between the legs.
The reaction. And I hadn't hit her mother hard there.
"You want to choose?"
"Oh God. Hit my breasts if you have to hit something. Oh god please
don't hit me again."
I idly swung the crop up between her legs before she could say anything
else. It wasn't a hard hit, but I felt the crop sink deep between her
lips. Felt it connect. I had no idea how hard to hit a woman there
without seriously damaging them. I just wanted her to feel it. Knowing I
could have hit her unbearably hard there. As it was, her mouth opened in
a soundless scream finally falling through the octaves into the range of
human hearing.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she just wailed. Finally, taking a few deep
breaths and swearing. Cursing me. "Oh good Christ. I thought the boobs
were bad. Oh Christ. My pussy. My clit. It's on fire. Please no more.
I'll do anything. Never. Argh. Oh God. Please, let me go. Let my hands
go. Oh God. Mercy."
I motioned to Christi, and the softly crying girl began to untie Jane's
now bruised wrists. As soon as Jane's right hand was free she dropped
it. Pressing into her crotch. Trying to ease the pain. If this hurt her
that much, I couldn't imagine the reaction to a harder stroke. I guess
the female of the species is sensitive down there. Duh.
As soon as the ropes fell away from her body, Jane fell to the floor
curling her bare body up and rocking. Trying to ease away the pain. I
gave her a few minutes to ease up on her bawling and then order her to
her knees. She managed to stop sobbing. Rose to her knees. Still
sniffling.
"Hands behind your head." I wanted her hands away from her groin.
She complied. "Good Christ that hurts. God, I wish I could make you feel
a tenth of that pain. Please don't hit me anymore. You are going to tear
me apart."
I felt between her vaginal lips. Sopping. I could smell her heat from
where I was crouching. I saw Christi give me a jealous look as I ran my
hands over Jane's abused body. I ignored her for now.
Jane just whimpered and turned red at the inspection of her body.
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Jane finally raised her eyes from the floor to look me in the eye. Her
eyes were a little bloodshot from crying, but she managed to get herself
under control. Though her body still probably ached from the kiss of the
crop.
"May a slave speak?"
I nodded.
"Master. You slave thanks you for being lenient."
This shocked me. After all that abuse she was still able to fall into
slave talk. And that she had remembered her lesson from yesterday. She
knew damn well that I could have hit her until she passed out. Tormented
her in other ways far more uncomfortable. The pain from the cropping
would be with her for a while, but it would fade reasonably quickly. In
a sense, I was being lenient with her. But her perception of her
transgression was fairly exaggerated by her situation.
She had no power at all. Nothing to bargain with. She knowingly did
something that would bring her punishment. She could only accept that
punishment because of her position. Naked. Slave. She could only hope
that the punishment was worth the transgression.
I suspect that she was surprised that she only got five strokes. She
probably had assumed that the punishment was going to be much worse than
it was. She had been punished more harshly than that for no apparent
reason. So I could see why she thought that she was in for hell with
that crop. And why she had assumed that I was being lenient.
However, I had punished her only partly because of the "transgression".
In truth, it hadn't bothered me that she had tried to help the poor girl
in the chair. Hell, it was just in her nature. The girl was helpless and
being tormented. Jane was just a strong willed, compassionate woman. I
actually would have been surprised if Jane had managed to sit still
through it. It bothered me more that the willful girl had simply taken
the flask from my hands without permission. That is truly for what I had
punished her. She got the lesson sort of wrong during the session, but I
could forgive her that. She was in agony, after all. I was surprised she
was able to come up with anything at all.
However, punishment was only a part of my intent. I still wanted,
perverse as I am, to pull out those masochistic tendencies that she
hated so much. Her pussy was betraying her. And she knew it. That was
the real punishment. Not the pain, which, as she had noted, could have
been so much worse. Further, having Jane a little hot around the edges
was going to serve me in my next phase.
Though I'd reasoned out her comment, I was still a little in shock. I
recovered as best I could under the circumstances.
"Y-yeah. Okay, Janey. You've managed to get yourself out of wearing the
nipple clamps. I *was* going to put them on you. Pretty hard to do that
now. Imp."
The imp, still gazing into my eyes managed to control a quick smirk. I
watched it play across her mouth. After that cropping, I was really
surprised that she could manage anything even resembling a smile. She
knew damn well that she'd managed to surprise me. Clever girl. I just
shook my head at the image of the willful girl, naked, kneeling, her
hands behind her head. Bare breasts thrust out. Exposed nipples
hardening in the cool air. Knowing that she had managed a minor victory.
And knowing that I knew.
I just closed my eyes and let her have her victory. No sense in
punishing her more. I had my victory, her masochistic response to the
whipping. I guess I couldn't have everything. At least not yet.
I rose and lightly gripped her hair. Easing her down onto all fours. I
used her hair gently as a leash. Having her crawl her sore body across
the tiles back to Kimberly. She gasped as her breasts swung a little
below her crawling body, but she didn't complain at the further
humiliation.
Kimberly had fright deep in her eyes. She opened her mouth. Closed it.
Opened it again. "Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything. Just don't hit
me. Please."
I ignored the pleading woman and had Jane kneel beside Kimberly. I used
a pair of handcuffs to secure Jane's slender wrists behind her. Jane
made no resistance. Not too surprising.
"Janey?"
"Yeah?" A bit sullenly.
"Straddle Kimberly's face."
"Oh God no. Not after that. You can't. Please. You know I'm straight.
You fuck me. Rape me. I don't care. Just not that. My pussy still hurts.
Oh. Christ."
"Jane. You want more?" I picked back up the crop.
Silently, she shook her head. Resigned, she shuffled herself over.
Having a bit of trouble with her balance because of her cuffed wrists.
One knee on each side of Kimberly's head. Kimberly suddenly found
herself millimeters from knowing Jane really intimately. I placed the
crop down, within sight on Kimberly's belly.
Kimberly spoke up.
"Please don't make me do this. Just let me go. I can't do this. She's a
woman. I've never been with a woman." She saw my raised eyebrows and
corrected herself. "I've never used my tongue on a woman. Oh God.
Please."
"Christi?"
She, still crying a little, crawled over. I guess she couldn't be
bothered getting to her feet.
"You want me to lick her again, don't you?"
I shook my head.
"You want me to hit her then."
I smiled at her. Christi just groaned.
Kimberly began begging again.
"Please. I'm not good with pain. God. Please don't hit me. You don't
have to. I'll suck her. I'll enjoy it. Please don't hit me. You'll kill
me. I'll do anything you want. I hurt enough now. Oh God. Why me?"
I answered her last question. "Kimberly? Why you? My dear, you were
buying paint in the wrong store at the wrong time. And you are pretty."
"Oh God."
"Now, here's the rules. Christi, you should already know them. Whenever
I tell you, I want you to bring this crop down against her bare feet. It
will be once a minute or so. Meanwhile, our chair bound woman here is
going to do her level best to make Jane climax. After Jane climaxes, we
stop hitting her feet. Okay?"
Christi just looked at me. Picked up the crop with her bound hands from
where it lay conspicuously on Kimberly's abdomen and shuffled on her
knees to the bottom end of the chair. Looked at Kimberly's bare feet,
wiggling and pulling against the rope holding her.
"God. You can't expect me to do this?"
"Christi. You know better than that."
"Do you know how much this thing will hurt on the bottom of her feet.
She'll never walk again."
I looked at Jane. "You think that it will hurt as much as the one on
your breasts or pussy?"
She just shook her head.
"Please have some compassion," Christi tried once more.
"I could put you on the chair, if you'd prefer."
"God, you are a monster sometimes." She glared at me. But raised the
crop with her bound arms. I nodded to her.
Kimberly's toes arched as the crop fell against her instep. Her startled
screech was muffled by Jane's pussy lowering to her lips. I watched as
Kimberly fought back the pain from her bare unprotected feet. Tears
forming as she tried to kiss Jane straddling her face.
As Jane felt the first touches of Kimberly's mouth her breath left her
body in a whoosh. "Oh God," she breathed. I was sure that she was still
really turned on from the whipping. However much her mind told her that
she shouldn't be.
I got Jane's attention. "You still don't think I can't get you hot
enough to beg for a climax?"
"Oh Christ. You are a monster."
"Jane. I don't want you to climax without permission. Got that?"
"Oh God. What's the point of this then? Kimberly, in pain?"
"I'm sure that you can convince me to allow you to climax."
I motioned to Christi to give Kimberly another stroke. She closed her
eyes but did as she was told. Kimberley struggled against her bonds and
screamed into the pussy against her mouth. Jane closed her eyes as
Kimberly's mouth pressed into her harder. Perhaps the vibration of the
scream causing her to feel a different sensation. My mind wandered
briefly to the wonderful feeling of Amy, crying with me deep in her
mouth. The sound from the crying actually giving me more sensation. I
imagine that this was what Jane was feeling. Though in a different way,
of course.
Recovering, Jane looked at me again.
"Oh God. You want me to beg. Beg for a climax. Never. If I do, it will
only be because you forced me to. To end Kimberly's suffering. You know
I can't stand to watch it."
"We'll see. I'm serious. Hold yourself at the edge, but don't you dare
go over. You do, and I swear I'll whip Kimberly into unconsciousness in
front of you. Of maybe we'll go see how Elaine is doing."
"You bastard. Okay. But I'm not begging you to let me come."
"Of course not."
I motioned for Christi to give the feet in front of her another stroke.
Closing her eyes again. She did. Kimberly went wild in her bonds.
Desperately trying to get her feet away from the stinging blows. Crying
as she worked on Jane.
"Jane. Lean back."
"Why?"
Seeing my look, she leaned herself back as far as she was able and still
have contact with Kimberly's tongue. I picked up the flask and dribbled
some water down onto Jane's flat stomach around her belly button.
Gravity pulled the water down, through the fine down covering her
crotch. Kimberly jumped as she felt the wetness that wasn't female
lubrication.
I crouched down to the girl and whispered in her ear.
"Kimberly, that's water I just ran down to you. You can drink that.
Okay?"
I doubt if the woman even realized that she needed permission to drink
it. I had seen her throat greedily drinking the liquid mixed with Jane's
secretions. At this point, I doubt if she would have cared if I made her
drink out of a puddle of mud. As long as she got water to ease the
thirst pains.
I motioned for Christi to give her another stroke.
"But sir. Her feet."
I wandered back to where Christi was kneeling. I checked out the feet
tied in front of me. Kimberly still desperately trying to get away from
the lash. There were three angry welts in the soles of Kimberly's bare
feet. The last stroke had broken the skin a bit. Must have hurt like
hell.
I knelt down beside Christi. "Take it easy, tiger. I don't mind if she
can't walk. That's what women's knees are for. But, seriously. Careful.
Don't break the skin again. Got it?"
Christi was crying. "I just didn't want to be punished for being too
light on her. Please."
"It's okay. Relax. Make her feel it. But not that hard. I don't want
blood all over the place."
I was bit surprised that Christi had hurt the girl as much as she did. I
had the girls do the hitting so that I wouldn't get carried away. Bad
move, by the look of it. I kept forgetting Christi's dominant side. But
I was quite sure that she hadn't done the damage intentionally.
Christi tentatively raised the whip again and brought it down against
Kimberly's left inset. A lighter red mark appeared, and a lot of
struggling by the bound woman, but that seemed a bit better.
"That's fine. Keep it up."
"How long are you going to make her suffer."
"Until the water is gone."
"God."
We kept that up for about fifteen minutes. Kimberley screaming as the
crop fell uncaringly against the bottom of her bare feet. Jane
concentrating on Kimberly's tongue. Concentrating on not climaxing. I
could see it in her face that she was taking me seriously about holding
herself on the edge. Twice lifting herself off Kimberly's mouth as
Kimberly screamed at the pain in her feet; lifting herself to cut off
the stimulation. Stopping herself from climaxing without permission.
After fifteen minutes I had finally emptied the thermos over Jane's
stomach. I was pretty sure that Kimberly had gotten most of the precious
liquid. She was going to need more, but she was being pretty cooperative
while she needed the water. I'd give her more as we progressed, but I'd
have to send Jane to get it. I wasn't ready to release Jane from her
duties yet.
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I walked around and sat down cross-legged beside Jane's bare right knee.
I watched the straining girl. Her eyes closed. Breathing hard. I could
see the perspiration on her as she struggled with her own body. Feeling
the sensations from the girl tonguing her. The fading pain from the
welts on her bouncing breasts. Jumping every time Christi brought the
crop down again on Kimberly's feet. Kimberly screaming and moaning into
Jane's body.
Jane finally opened her eyes and saw me watching her.
She hissed. "You bastard. I won't beg you."
"Kimberly is going to hurt a lot then."
"You goddamn bastard."
I nodded. And I reached out and grasped one of Jane's erect nipples
between my thumb and forefinger. I began to increase the pressure.
Carefully twisting the nubbin of flesh. Intently watching her face as
she struggled with the pain in her breast. Finally she cried out softly.
But didn't tell me to stop. Still didn't beg. Strong girl. I reached out
and did the same to her other nipple. This time it didn't take as long
before she was moaning with the pain.
I heard the crop fall again on Kimberly's feet and the tortured scream
from the bound lady, pushing against Jane's vagina. I could see her
tongue darting. Touching. Caressing the suffering woman.
I began to lightly slap Jane's breasts. Loving the sound and the feel of
her beneath my hand. Loving her soft cries. Alternating, light slap.
Caress. Jane gasped at the first blow, and sighed at the caresses.
Kimberly still hurting and working between Jane's legs. The slaps were
really only for effect. Though I'm sure that she felt the blows, there
is no way they hurt anywhere near how much the crop must have. They just
sounded worse than they were.
I watched as Jane pressed herself down against Kimberly's soft tongue.
Feeling my hands at her bare breasts. Pulling weakly against the
handcuffs. Shifting her weight on her knees. Another blow to Kimberly's
feet. Another to Jane's heaving breasts. Jane forced to raise herself
from Kimberly's mouth. Knowing the penalty for climaxing without
permission. Wanting it. Not being able to stop herself from lowering
herself back to the soft love from Kimberly's mouth. Struggling with
herself.
Finally, she groaned as I landed a harder blow to her heaving breasts.
Stung my hand a little.
"God. Please."
"Please what, Jane?"
"Oh God. I can't stand it any longer. Please."
"What do you want, Jane?"
"Oh God. Hit me."
"Huh?" I wasn't expecting that.
"Hit my boobs harder, goddamn it."
"Why?" I rolled with it.
"Please. Oh God. I don't believe I'm going to do this. Please. I need to
come. Shit. Please let me climax. Please stop hitting her."
Another scream from Kimberly.
"Hit my boobs. Hard. Please. You bastard. Hit me."
I let my hand fall a little harder on her bare breasts. Slapping them.
Her breasts dancing on her chest from my slaps and her own movement.
"Harder. Goddamn it."
Pressing herself onto Kimberly's tongue. Forcing herself to rise again
on her knees. Moving away from the stimulation. Not letting herself
come. Knowing I hadn't yet allowed her.
"Please. Master. A slave is begging for her release. She needs to
climax. Please stop hitting Kimberly. Oh my God. Hit my boobs. Please,
sir, your slave needs to come. Please let her come. Please ... please."
Mixing her slave talk. But even completely distracted, she managed to do
a passable job. A bit confusing who she was talking about, but it didn't
matter. She had settled herself back down on Kimberly's face. I reached
forward and gripped her hair at the base of her head. I slowly increased
the pressure until Jane's head began to bend backwards. Exposing her
soft throat. Her body shaking and heaving. Trying to control her orgasm.
"Oh God. Yes. Hurt me. Please let your slave climax. God. I can't stop
it much longer. Please God. Let him allow me to come. Please. I can't
take it."
I timed it with the last stroke to Kimberly's bare feet. The exhausted
woman screamed again with the pain settling into the bottom of her feet.
I gave Jane's hair a final hard yank, while giving her an extra hard
slap to the right breast, catching her nipple. She cried out as I
whispered in her ear, "You can climax."
I'll never know if she began before I whispered it, or if she managed to
wait for the permission. Either way, I wasn't about to punish her. She
exploded in her orgasm. Pulling her head away from my grasping hand.
Almost smothering Kimberly with the force of the orgasm. Her whole body
tensing and shuddering. She was just about to come down when another
wave took her and I leaned back watching the woman shudder through
another orgasm, crying out in pain and pleasure. Finally, after what
seemed like an eternity but realistically was probably only fifteen
seconds or so, she collapsed. Simply fell to the side, without the use
of her hands. Crumpling on the floor. Trying to catch her breath. Bare
breasts heaving. Softly crying.
I watched as Kimberly pulled her tongue back into her mouth. Working it
around. Trying to get the taste off and work the cramps out of it.
Christi, stunned, just dropped the crop on the floor and crawled as
quickly as she could to Jane's fallen form. Gathering the sobbing woman
into her lap as best she could. Comforting her. Kimberly softly crying
as well.
I left them alone for a few minutes and then approached Christi and
Jane.
Jane looked up from Christi's bare lap and fixed me with a steady gaze,
her eyes teary.
"You were right, you bastard."
Surprised. "I was?"
Her face flushed completely. Bright red. "And you know it. You made me
beg. And it wasn't just to stop Kimberly's pain, you bastard," she said
to me accusingly. "God." Her eyes brimmed with tears again and she fell
into more gentle crying again. Softly. "What am I going to do? Oh God. I
hate myself."
Christi looked up at me, swallowed. "M-m-master?" she said. "Please sir.
I know she doesn't have the privilege of privacy. But please sir. She's
hurt. More than if you'd whipped her. Please. I'll take care of her.
Promise. Please?"
I nodded. I didn't really know how to handle the sobbing woman anyway.
I'd managed to get myself into the situation, and I'm sure that had I
tried, I could have resolved it. Somehow. But I was also sure that
Christi was right. Right now, she just needed to be left alone.
Especially by me. This was only something another woman might
understand. And Christi had picked up the pieces of other women that I'd
pushed too far. I rose quietly to my feet, picked up the thermos and
simply walked away. Listening to Jane sob. Christi whispering to her.
Trying to comfort her.
I found the office. Door ajar. I quickly refilled the thermos with cold
water and sat down at the table. I relaxed for a few minutes. Confident
that the women wouldn't try anything. I still had plans for Kimberly
before I decided what to ultimately do with her.
I slowly made my way back to the captives. I was careful walking back.
This was a hardware store after all. All I needed was for Christi or
Jane to decide that an axe in my head might make life easier on them.
Normally, I doubt if they would've taken the chance of failing. But I'd
pushed them pretty hard this morning. Especially Jane. They didn't
realize the dangers. Neither did I fully understand them. Regardless, an
axe in the brain didn't sound like much fun. Better safe than sorry. I
kept my eyes open on the return trip.
I made my way back to the center of the store uneventfully. The women
were where I had left them. Behaving. I stood at the periphery of the
aisle where the women were. I watched them as Christi spoke quietly to
the still upset woman in her lap. Kimberly, forgotten, just crying
softly to herself. Her still bound breasts rising and falling with her
ragged breathing.
Christi turned around as I approached. She mouthed that Jane was
alright. I smiled and nodded and Christi bent her head, giving Jane her
attention. Jane was a really strong woman. She would be okay. But I had
known that from the start. Christi was only making it a bit easier on
her.
I knelt beside Kimberly. I spoke softly to the tormented woman.
"You okay?"
She just nodded.
"You want some more water?"
"Please, master." She must have been still really thirsty to use the
"master".
"In a moment. Okay?"
She just nodded. Resigned that she'd get her water when I gave it to
her.
"Would it do any good to beg you to let my tits out of the rope. It's
been two days. Please."
"You don't have to beg this time. I was going to release you anyway."
She lay in her chair quietly as I began to undo the knots around her
breasts. She gasped in pain as the blood rushed back into the mounds as
the breast ties were released. As she said it had been two days.
"Oh God. That hurts," she hissed. "I've never felt pins and needles on
my tits before. OW." Her whole body was twitching. I was sure that the
only thing she wanted to do was cradle those breasts. Her hands still
tied, she just had to suffer through the discomfort.
When the pain reduced, she looked up at me. "Thank-you."
"For what?"
"For letting my tits go. You have no idea how uncomfortable that was. I
cried most of the first day you left me because of those damn ropes. I
prayed that you'd come back to take those ropes off. I didn't care what
else you did to me."
I idly stroked her bare breasts and she suffered the indignity in
silence.
"If I untie you from that chair, will you behave?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Not really. Remember I still have the gun, unless you want to be really
uncomfortable for another two days, you'll behave. Okay?"
She nodded.
I righted the chair, taking the pressure off her bound arms. She drew in
a sharp breath as her feet touched the floor. The cold tile probably
causing all sorts of pain to the bottom of her abused feet. I began to
loosen the knots holding her to the chair. I started at her ankles, she
gasped as her legs were freed for the first time in two days. I'm quite
sure that the muscles had cramped. As Jane had once noted, the human
body wasn't designed to be tied into the same position for extended
periods. Muscles cramped up as they unconsciously fought for movement.
Although I'd never experienced such treatment, being tied up for any
extended periods, I was quite sure that Jane was telling the truth when
she said that it hurt. Kimberly moved her legs around in the air as soon
as they were free, completely oblivious to the show she was giving me.
Wiggling her toes. Gasping at the muscles which had suddenly made
themselves known to her. A smile actually graced her face. She sat still
as I released her wrists from the chair. As her hands came free, she put
her legs down and stood. Briefly. With a cry of pain, she dropped to her
knees against the tile. Sitting back and pulling her sore feet up to see
the damage the crop had inflicted. She grimaced, but made no further
complaint. She just wouldn't be walking for a while, but there would be
no lasting damage.
She sat quietly. I watched as circulation returned to various parts of
her body. Her sitting as still as possible. Carefully shaking hands and
feet trying to get the circulation going with as little pain as
possible. Her face screwed up in tiny grimaces of pain as different
parts of her body complained. But she'd be alright.
She looked up at me standing by her. "Please master. Some food? Water?
I'll do anything for you. For just a drop of water. Please your slave is
still so thirsty."
I'll bet she was.
"Give me a moment."
Not really understanding why she couldn't have the water, tears began to
form, but I watched as she willed them away. She silently turned back to
massaging her legs trying to get the cramps out as I wandered over to
the other females.
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Jane was still breathing raggedly, her bare breasts rising and falling
as she lay quietly with her head cradled in Christi's bare lap. I
quietly marveled once again what a change had come over these women.
Three days ago, she wouldn't even have considered lying nude with her
head in another nude woman's lap.
I crouched down and focused on Jane.
"You okay?"
She nodded. Not speaking.
"I'm going to give you a rest. Okay?"
Nodding again. The tears dried up. I smiled as she began to hiccup.
Christi spoke, "Please don't hurt her anymore. I don't think she can
take it. You can hurt me if you need to hurt someone. Okay? She's had
enough."
I looked at the girl. "I'll hurt her more if I want to. But I think I
had better let her recover. You're right. She's been through enough."
I touched Jane's shoulder and she gamely struggled to her knees. She
tried, but couldn't quite get to her feet. I could have helped her, but
she didn't seem to want my assistance. I guess I wasn't surprised. She
was a willful one.
I walked over to a spot a little way from the other. Giving up getting
to her feet, the bound girl shuffled across the tiles on her knees. I
sat her down and stroked her hair.
"God. I've never felt anything like that," she whispered to me between
hiccups.
I pressed my finger to her lips. "Shhhh. We can talk about it later if
you like." She nodded. "I really don't want to punish you again. Okay?"
She nodded her head. "Please stay right here. No matter what.
Understand? Orders?"
"I'll behave. I've had enough for today." Resignedly.
I stroked her hair again and walked the short distance back to Christi
and Kimberly.
Christi looked up at me with soft eyes. "Please. Haven't we done enough
already?"
"You don't even know what I'm going to do."
"I'm not going to like it. Whatever it is."
"Oh. I don't know. This shouldn't be so bad."
"What do you want me to do."
"Lie back."
"Huh?"
"Lie on you back. Hands above your head. Legs straight."
Confusion on her face. Expecting something else. Not quite trusting me.
Wonder why?
I picked up another pair of handcuffs and pulled Kimberly's wrists
behind her back. "You don't have to do that. I'll do whatever it is you
want without the cuffs. Honest. Please."
"I know you will. But you look so damn good with those things on."
"But I don't like them."
"Doesn't matter."
"God."
I had figured out another way to get water into Kimberly such that she
wouldn't be sick with it. I was quite sure that she was still
dangerously dehydrated.
"Christi. I want you to suck that gut in."
Christi was slender. A flat stomach. But I wanted a depression there.
She flushed but obediently flexed her stomach muscles and drew her
middle in even further. Stretched out as she was, she was a sight.
Stomach sucked in. Bare breasts thrust out. Chained hands reaching over
her head, pulling her breasts up attractively.
I poured as much water into the depression of her belly as would fit.
Filling her belly button and the well formed by her body. She jumped at
the cold water touching her skin, but managed to keep still enough that
she didn't lose any. Her breasts rising up and down rapidly as she took
short shallow breaths.
"Kimberly? Come here." She shuffled forward on her knees. Hands still
bound behind her back.
"There's your water."
"Your kidding." Not understanding why I couldn't just give her it out of
the flask. I didn't feel like explaining that I was actually doing her a
favour. Christi's body warming the water for Kimberly. Kimberly not able
to gulp it down. I actually was saving her a lot of discomfort.
"Do you want the water or not?"
Resigning herself, she bent herself at the waist and bent her head. Her
hair falling into the shallow puddle formed on Christi. She unable to
prevent it with her hands handcuffed the way they were. I watched as her
soft tongue snaked out of her delicate mouth and lapped the water. Like
a cat. But probably far less efficiently than the cat.
"Ladies?" Kimberly and Christi both looked up. "For every drop of water
on the floor, one of you feels the crop. Understand?"
Christi immediately tensed her stomach muscles a little more. Deepening
the well. I wondered how long she would be able to keep that up. As
Kimberly slowly lapped up the water, she eventually got to bare skin.
Licking the moisture from the skin. I noticed Christi's face beginning
to tighten.
I crouched beside her.
"Anything wrong?" Thinking she was getting tired holding her stomach in
that position.
"Please. I'm ticklish."
I could see the lines on her face were actually an attempt to control
laughter. Oh. This was going to be fun.
"So you'd like to stop this, then?"
"Yes. Please. I don't know if I can stop from moving."
"You think that I'm going to stop this because you're ticklish?" A
mischievous grin. Remembering Christi and Jane's antics from the morning
I figured that this was almost justice.
Christi looked up and saw my grin. She closed her eyes trying to ignore
the sensations from Kimberly's tongue on her skin. She opened her eyes
again and groaned.
"I doubt it. Please have mercy on me. I can't do it."
"You can. You are doing fine."
"How much? How long?" A giggle escaped and she had trouble controlling
it.
"Until the flask is done."
"Oh my God. I'm not going to have skin left to hit."
I watched as the helpless girl tried to contain her impulse to squirm.
This was going to be so much fun to watch. I poured some more water into
her depression. The deeper water allowed Kimberly to get at the water
without touching Christi's skin. Christi relaxed a bit. But as the water
level lowered, she fell into having to concentrate to avoid the
sensations from the lapping tongue.
After the second "bowl" of water was nearly done, Kimberly looked up.
Afraid.
"Please Master. I've had enough." I knew what state of dehydration she
was in. She definitely was still thirsty enough to drink the Pacific
Ocean. She just didn't want to chance the punishment that came from
dropping any of the water. And she was well aware of the tickling
problem.
I simply poured more water onto Christi and looked at Kimberly.
"Are you lying to me?"
She shook her head.
"You realize what the punishment is for lying don't you?"
Afraid. Shaking her head.
"Same as for dropping water. Now. Are you still thirsty?"
She closed her eyes, knowing I knew. She nodded slowly.
"Good girl. Now drink. I don't want to have a sick girl on my hands."
Crying a little, Kimberly bent back to her drinking. I pulled the chair
over and sat down watching the girls. Occasionally having to get up and
pour more water as Kimberly worked her way through the flask. Watching
Christi struggle with the sensations. She almost lost it twice. I could
see her stomach muscles quivering as she tried to ignore the tickling
sensations. Concentrating. It is beautiful to watch. A bare girl
concentrating. You can actually see it through the whole of her being.
Her eyes. Her face. Her whole body. Every muscle tenses. Quite erotic.
I almost regretted pouring the last of the thermos onto Christi. I toyed
with the idea of stroking her underarms. Almost everyone is ticklish
there. Seeing if she could withstand that as well on her last trial. But
I relented and opted just to watch as Kimberly licked the last of the
water off the tormented girl. I was nearly shocked that they had managed
to do it. Not a single drop of water had fallen off Christi, though
there had been a couple of times that Kimberly had had to do some quick
evasive action to get her tongue to catch an errant drop as it dripped
down Christi's side. Usually just after Christi had squirmed under the
ticklish tongue. But between the women, they managed it.
I was actually kind of glad. I wasn't particularly in the mood to punish
them.
Christi said in a small voice. "Please can I break?"
I assumed that she meant break position. "You can let your stomach
relax."
Relief. Pure relief. I watched as her stomach relaxed into a more normal
position. A last drop of water caught by Kimberly's tongue as it rolled
down Christi.
I let the women relax for a few minutes. Knowing that it must have been
really hard to hold that position. Had to give her credit in the
obedience department today.
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I gave the girls some time to relax. More for Christi's benefit than
Kimberly's.
Finally I walked over to where Kimberly was kneeling and crouched down
to speak to her.
"You feel better?"
"A little." Wary.
"Thirsty?"
She shyly nodded. Knowing it wouldn't do any good to lie. Two thermos of
water simply wasn't enough to satisfy that deep thirst one gets without
water for any extended period.
"Hungry?"
She really nodded this time. Eyes flicking over to the pile of candy
bars that Christi had gathered from the front of the store. Pulling at
the handcuffs. I actually heard her stomach rumble.
I walked over to the pile of candy and selected a chocolate bar. Oh
Henry or something similar. I unwrapped it as I approached the girl.
Hope shining in her eyes. An evil thought occurred to me.
I approached the helpless girl and had her open her mouth. Thinking that
she was going to be allowed to eat, she dropped her jaw.
"Kimberly. I want you to listen." She nodded, mouth still open. "I want
you to hold this in your teeth. Understand?" Not quite understanding,
she nodded anyway. I placed the very end of the chocolate bar between
her teeth. She, with a pleading look, closed her lower jaw gently,
gripping the candy with her teeth. Lips held back. This had to be
driving her nuts. Having the food in her mouth and not being allowed to
eat it. Her stomach rumbling again. Tears in her eyes. I watched as her
tongue just touched the end of the candy between her teeth and
retreated.
"Christi. Knees."
Christi struggled to her knees and moved over to us.
"Yes?" she asked wearily.
"You feel like candy?"
"Please no. Give it to Kimberly. I ate already."
"You sure that you don't want it?"
"Oh God. What are you going to do to us ... me ... if I don't?"
"Christi. Eat the chocolate. Okay?"
"Please don't make me do that. She's so hungry. I can hear her belly
from here. You bastard." But by now she knew it was useless. She
shuffled forward on her knees and reached out with her mouth. Carefully
biting off a small bit of the chocolate and swallowing.
She looked at Kimberly on her knees. Crying in frustration. I heard
Christi whisper. "God. Please. I'm sorry. He'll let you eat eventually.
He's just tormenting you. Just do whatever it is he wants. Okay?"
Kimberly nodded as Christi took another bite of the chocolate. Christi's
eyes began to brim with tears as she was forced to torment the other
woman.
Finally, a lot of pleading and begging later, Christi finally finished
the chocolate bar. Easing the last piece from between Kimberly's teeth.
Kimberly crying as the last of the food disappeared, literally from
between her teeth. Closing her mouth. I let the tormented woman cried
herself out.
"Please. Master. Mercy. I ... your sl-slave is so hungry. She'll do
anything to eat something. You have so much over there. Please spare
something for your slave. Oh my God. Please. I'll beg for you. Please.
What do you want from me? Please can't I eat? Please. Hungry." The taste
of the candy probably driving her.
"What will you do for me?"
"Anything you want. I'll fuck you. You can rape me. I'll give you a
blowjob. I'll crawl for you. You can tie me up forever. Whip me. I don't
care. Just some food for me. Please. I feel faint. My stomach hurts.
Please."
"Would you make love to Christi?"
I saw Christi shudder. She opened her mouth to say something but clapped
it shut with a look from me.
Kimberly considered. "You can make me do it anyway. Please. I'll make
love to her. Please."
Begging for candy. The poor girl was in tears. I actually believed that
she would do nearly anything for more food and water. I couldn't imagine
how hungry she was.
"Would you walk to the other side of the store and back?"
She looked down at her bare feet behind her kneeling form. Tears brimmed
again in her eyes, but she fought them off. "Please, my feet. I'll try.
I swear I will. Please don't make me do that. I'll crawl for you. I'll
try to walk. Please, I'm so hungry."
"Would you masturbate for me?"
"I don't ... I've never ... Yes ... I could try. Please. I haven't done
anything to you. Why?"
"Would you kill for me?"
That stopped her. Her eyes widened as the implications sunk in. "Please.
You wouldn't make me do that. I can't. Oh my God. Please. I'll do
anything else. You can have me." She thrust her chest out invitingly.
"Please. God. I can't kill someone. Oh God."
She was falling a little too far into hysteria. I had no intention of
making her kill anyone. I was just testing how hungry she actually was.
I reassured the now shaking girl.
"Kimberly. Listen to me. I won't make you kill anyone. Okay?"
She managed to stop her crying. Struggling to get her emotions under
control. Probably in sheer relief that I wasn't going to make her kill
anyone.
"Yes sir. Please. I'm so hungry. What do you want from me? I'll give it
to you. Gladly."
"Alright."
"Alright?" she was suddenly confused.
"I'll let you have a couple of chocolate bars."
"What do I have to do?" She knew that they weren't going to come free.
"Hold on."
I turned back to Christi who paled. Knowing that she was somehow going
to be involved in this twisted game of mine.
"Please. I haven't done anything wrong. Whatever it is, please don't
make me do it."
I pressed gently on her shoulders lowering her to the ground. Without a
word I positioned her back on the tile. Raising her cuffed hands above
her head again. Gently spreading her legs. I could see the resignation
in her eyes. She held the position I put her in, knowing that to break
it would mean punishment and probably just being tied into the position
anyway.
I walked over to the pile of chocolate bars and selected three. Oh
Henry's. I walked back to the girls, unwrapping the first one as I
approached. The girls watching me warily. Not knowing what was about to
happen, but pretty sure they weren't going to like it.
I unwrapped the second bar while they watched. Christi closed her eyes
as I knelt beside her. I simply placed the first chocolate bar between
her heaving breasts. She was frightened. I could tell by her breathing.
I'm not sure why. She had certainly been in worse places than this. The
second chocolate bar I ran through her pubic hair. She whined. Having a
bad feeling where it was going to end up.
"Please no," she begged.
I carefully and very gently inserted it into her. She moaned, but at
least she wasn't completely dry. The chocolate bar slipped into her
relatively easily. I left a good portion of it protruding from the
shaking girl.
Kimberly was shaking her head. I suspect not as eager to eat any longer.
"Kimberly, you are going to have to eat them both anyway. If there
aren't any complaints, I'll feed you the last one. No strings attached.
Okay?" I tried the reward system, rather than the punishment system this
time.
That was enough for her. She stumbled forward on her knees and bent to
the first chocolate bar. Nestling up between Christi's bare breasts.
Nibbling at the chocolate. Sighing. I doubt if it mattered much to her
what the plate was. She must have been absolutely famished. She managed
to finish the chocolate bar fairly quickly. Without her hands, she did
make a bit of a mess. Melted chocolate all over Christi's chest.
Smearing her own face.
I watched as she took a deep breath and moved slowly between Christi's
outspread thighs.
It was a little much for Christi. "Please don't make her do this. How
can you make her do this?" But she didn't break her position. She gasped
as Kimberly took the first tentative bite of the chocolate. Christi
squirmed at the sensations. Kimberly's hot breath on her. The chocolate
phallus moving inside of her. Kimberly must have been exceptionally
hungry. Or eager to get the task over with. She grimaced at the taste a
bit, but she managed to eat the entire chocolate from Christi's pussy.
Reasonably quickly. No voiced complaints.
Finally she knelt up and fixed me with her large eyes.
"Please, sir, can I 'ave some more?"
I almost laughed at the contrived cockney accent. Despite her plight,
she actually smiled as she realized that I was trying to control my
face. Trying not to laugh at her. I was amazed that this woman was able
to make any kind of joke considering what I'd just put her through. The
female will always astound me, I suspect. Their spirit was damn near
unbreakable.
I unwrapped the third chocolate bar. With her still kneeling between
Christi's outstretched legs, I slowly fed her. She taking the treat and
slowly savouring it. I'll bet it tasted far better than any other she'd
had in her life. She looked at me with longing eyes as she took the last
bite into her mouth. Savouring it. Begging with her eyes for more. Not
much of a meal after waiting for two days. Not quite daring to ask for
more, though.
I glanced at Christi. Not much liking the smears of chocolate across her
naked chest.
"Okay girls. Kimberly. I want you to clean up that mess you made."
"Mess? Sir?"
I pointed at Christi's chest. Kimberly rattled her handcuffs. Making the
point that she couldn't clean it up without her hands. I just looked at
her. Realization dawned on her face.
"Please no. Haven't we done enough?"
I just gazed at her. She broke under the steady gaze, knowing to resist
meant pain. She worked her way around to Christi, who still lay in the
same position as I'd placed her. Kimberly, a last entreaty in her eyes,
bent to her task. Her tongue tracing between Christi's bare breasts.
Lapping at the smears of chocolate. I couldn't imagine that this was a
particularly hard task. But I guess she was finally beginning to feel
human again. Some food in her. Not dying of thirst. Realizing the
picture this presented. Her nude, kneeling, cleaning another woman's
chest with her tongue. She flushed, but did a passable job. Christi was
going to need another shower after this anyway. But that didn't bother
me.
After Kimberly thought she was done, she raised her head. Smart enough
to ask me if she could stop.
"One on each nipple."
"But there's no chocolate there. Please."
"Does that matter?"
"No sir," she muttered. With a bit of hesitation, she bent her head and
ran her tongue quickly around each nipple. Christi, not instructed to
enjoy it, just cringed a bit. After what she had had to perform on Jane,
I'm not really sure what the hesitation was about. Personally, if I was
a woman, I suspect that after tonguing a stranger's pussy, using my
tongue on a nipple would be a piece of cake. But what did I know? I
still couldn't figure out even the women that I had almost completely
under my control.
Kimberly straightened. Pleading with me. "Please sir. She's clean."
I inspected Christi's chest, running my fingers idly over her wet
nipples. She flushed and gasped at the touch of my fingers on her body.
I nodded to Kimberly. Christi was clean enough for me. She let her
breath out and relaxed a bit on her knees.
I wandered over to the toy bag. I picked up the nipple clamps and one of
the vibrators that Christi had picked up from the adult store in the
mall. Both girls watched me with dread in their eyes.
As I approached, Kimberly spoke. "Please what are you going to do with
us?"
"Kimberly. Remember when you were begging for food?"
She nodded.
"Are you still hungry?"
She considered. She could probably make out alright for a while without
anything. The chocolate making a small dent in the pressing hunger that
she had felt previously. She could wait; especially, if it involved
nipple clamps and/or vibrators to get more food. She carefully shook her
head.
"Kimberly?"
She sighed. Knowing I knew she was still hungry. Three chocolate bars in
two days. She had to be ravenous still. She resigned herself and just
nodded her head. Eyes downcast. Still silent.
"You remember what you said you'd do to get some food? And water?"
"Oh God. Please. Haven't I done enough? Why are you torturing me? What
did I ever do to you? Please. Don't make me do anything else. Please."
"What did you promise to do?"
"Oh God." Trying to remember. "I. I can't. I was hungry. Please. I don't
remember."
"Try."
"Oh God. I. I can't. Oh God. I think I said I'd make love to Christi.
Please don't make me do that. Please."
"What else?"
"I. You wanted me to walk. Please no. My feet still hurt. I don't think
I could stand. Oh God. Please."
"Anything else?"
Her brow furrowed as she concentrated. "I. You wanted me to kill
someone. I can't do that. You know that."
I just looked at her. Realization dawned on her face.
"You want to rape me." Monotone.
"Kimberly. If I was going to rape you I'd have done it long ago."
Her face screwed up. Searching her memory. "Oh God. You wanted me to
masturbate for you. Please no. I've never done it. I don't. I can't. I
don't know how. Please don't make me do that."
"Would you rather have Christi do it?"
"Please?" I doubt if she knew what I meant. Confused.
"Would you rather have Christi make love to you?"
Christi, still outstretched on the floor, moaned. Wildly shaking her
head. I'd really been having fun forcing Christi to do women. I knew she
hated it, too. Of all the things I made that woman do, I think she hated
making love to another woman most. I would have thought that she'd be
getting used to it by now. But she hadn't.
Kimberly closed her eyes. "God. I can't. Please don't make me do it.
Please."
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It seemed to me that she actually was more afraid of making love to
herself than of having another woman touch her. Weird, but I guess it
was probably a guilt thing. For her to touch herself sexually was
probably distasteful to her. Age old daemons. Apart from that, it would
feel like she was somehow participating in her own humiliation. If I
forced Christi to have sex with her, it would be more my fault. She
couldn't do anything about that. Less guilt. Or at least she could
transfer the guilt more easily in her own mind.
I leaned down and released her wrists from behind her back. She
continued kneeling, not yet being able to get up to her damaged feet,
and rubbed her wrists. She didn't know it yet, but she was going to need
her hands. I decided to forgo making her use the vibrator.
"Lie back."
She lowered herself to the ground beside Christi. Legs together. Hands
trying to cover her breasts.
"Please. Whatever you want. Please."
"Christi. Knees."
"God. Please. I don't want to have sex with her. Please don't make me."
"Christi, you know full well that it doesn't matter what you want."
"Oh Christ. Please. I'll do anything. Whip me. I'll masturbate for you.
Please. I'm not into girls. You know that. Oh God. Please not again."
"Okay. You don't have to have sex with her."
"Oh God. Thank-you. Thank-you. Thank-you." Pure relief.
"How about you just put these on her." I tossed Christi the nipple
clamps. Same ones that had graced Jane's breasts as punishment a few
days ago. Only then I'd intended them as punishment and had tightened
them cruelly. Christi deftly caught the clamps between her cuffed hands.
She managed not to drop them. She was getting better at doing things
with her hands bound.
"Oh God. These are going to hurt her."
"I guess. Just don't tighten them down too much. I'm not punishing her
yet." I remembered what she'd done to Kimberly's feet trying to please
me. Better to be clear.
I watched as Christi tried to gently move Kimberly's hands from her
breasts. The frightened girl made the mistake of resisting. Moaning,
"No. No. No. Oh please god. Don't hurt me any more."
Christi bent down and whispered to the frightened woman. "Please
Kimberly. If I don't put these on you he'll hurt you more. Probably
punish me too. You don't want that do you? Please."
"Wh-wh-what are they?" Kimberly didn't recognize the small clamps.
"Honey, they're nipple clamps. They attach to your nipples. I won't
tighten them too much. They shouldn't hurt you."
"Not like the clothespins?"
"No, Kimberly. These are adjustable. If I don't tighten them too much
they will only be a bit uncomfortable. Nothing like those clothespins.
Please. I don't want to be punished."
After a bit of hesitation, Kimberly finally moved her hands from
covering her bare breasts. Christi closed her eyes knowing that the
clamps were going to be uncomfortable, but attached them anyway to
Kimberly's erect nipples. Kimberly began to cry a little, but didn't
complain. They certainly weren't tight enough to cause any significant
discomfort. Compared to the cropping her feet had endured, this should
be a cake-walk for her.
"Why?" was all the tormented girl could ask.
"Kimberly, honey. I wish I knew. He likes it. That's all. So we have to
suffer for him. We can't do anything about it. Just do whatever he wants
and it will be over soon. I promise." She bent down and brushed her lips
on Kimberly's cheek. Comforting her.
Kimberly looked beautiful lying there. Frightened. Shaking. Her nipples
joined by the thin chain. I just sat and gazed at her nude body for a
few minutes while she squirmed. Finally, my gaze got to her.
"Please. What do you want? Please let me go."
"Kimberly, you know what I want."
"Oh God. Please no."
"If I don't think you are trying, I will force Christi to tighten those
things on your nipples until you are screaming. Understand?"
"Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Please. This isn't happening. Please don't make
me do this."
Christi leaned down to the girl. Somehow knowing what I wanted from the
begging girl as well. "Kimberly, honey. It's a natural thing. Nothing to
be ashamed of. It's your own body. If you can't touch it, who can? Close
your eyes. Fantasize. Pretend nobody is here. Think about your boyfriend
or something. Whatever. Just pretend you are in bed alone. Nobody
around. You can do it. Nothing to be ashamed of. Okay? He's made me do
it. It's alright. Just let your fingers do the walking. Believe me. Do
you want your nipples any tighter? Please. I don't want to see you in
any more pain. After everything you've been through this should be
easy."
Christi glanced up at me and mouthed "Bastard" at me.
I watched as Kimberly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her right
hand rose and she tentatively stroked the bottom of her left breast.
Tracing up. Touching the clamp attached to her nipple. Touching the
trapped nipple itself. Crying out at sensations that the touch provoked.
Her left hand brushing through her pubic hair. Lightly touching herself.
I have no idea what she was thinking about, but her breathing began to
quicken as she spread her legs slightly.
Christi was watching the display in fascination. She flushed as she
realized that I had noticed her watching the other girl as well.
Realized that I'd caught her imagining it was her masturbating in front
of me. I had half a mind to get her doing the same thing. But decided
that I'd rather just watch the one girl, for now.
Kimberly finally opened her eyes and looked at me. Breaking whatever
illusion she was in. Pleading in them. "Please. I can't do this. I don't
know how." She closed her eyes again. "Please. If you want to punish me.
Whip me or something. Hit my feet some more."
Christi, her eyes widening at the words, leaned down to Kimberly again.
"You don't know what you are saying. Please. He won't hit you anywhere
that you want him to. He'll hit you where *he* wants to. He'll whip your
boobs. Remember Jane? Don't you remember the paddle? You'll be begging
to masturbate for him anyway. Damn it." She turned her gaze to me. "You
bastard. Can't you see what you are doing to her?"
I looked down at Kimberly. "Do you want me to whip your breasts?"
The frightened girl shook her head.
"Would it help if Christi did herself at the same time? So you weren't
completely alone?"
Another shake of the head.
"Believe me, this is a whole lot more pleasant for you than other things
I could come up with." Christi nodding her head emphatically, still
kneeling beside the crying woman. At least in this torment, the girl
actually could feel some pleasure instead of pure pain.
"Please don't make me m-masturbate in front of you. God."
"Why not? You were doing alright before you stopped." I decided to play
along for a moment instead of punishing her.
She flushed at my words. "I'm. I. Just can't. It's just so
embarrassing."
"And screaming as your breasts are whipped isn't?"
"Oh God."
"Listen," I decided to give the poor girl a break, "one way or the other
you are going to do something I want to see. Either you can do this. Or
I can tie you up and whip your breasts. I really recommend that you
listen to Christi. Do this. Save yourself a lot of pain. I'm not really
in the mood to hit you anyway."
Tears brimming over her eyes, she again began to touch herself. Her left
hand crept back between her legs. Eyes closing. Trying to shut out the
audience.
I crouched down beside Christi. "Give those clamps another half turn."
She looked at me with big eyes. "But she's doing what you wanted. Please
have some mercy on her."
"She stopped, didn't she?"
"Oh God." Christi began to whisper to the masturbating girl. "Kimberly,
honey. God I hate this. I have to tighten those things because you
stopped. I'm so sorry." She reached out and gently tightened the clamps
about half a turn causing Kimberly to cry out softly. But she had
learned her lesson. She didn't break stride, her fingers still trailing
over her breasts and pussy.
I watched in fascination as the girl masturbated herself. Her long
fingers lightly tracing her body. Finally, slipping between her lower
lips. Rubbing. Stroking. Searching out her clit. Circling it slowly.
Finding her unique rhythm. Her hips rocking with her motion. By this
point, I was sure that she had completely forgotten about her audience.
Lost in her own touches.
Finally, her hips rising off the floor. Crying out softly as her muscles
tensed. Arching. Spasming. Climaxing. Her body falling back to the
floor. Tears beginning to fall from her eyes as she realized what I'd
made her do. Finally opening her eyes, looking at me. Broken. Beautiful.
"Please," was all she managed to gasp out. I really wasn't sure what she
wanted. I turned around to see what Jane was doing. Still kneeling where
I'd placed her. Quietly watching. Hands still handcuffed behind her
back. I motioned for her to join us. She had some trouble, but she
managed to get to her bare feet and wander over. She looked a little
more rested than previously. A little calmer.
I quickly released her hands from behind her and recuffed them in front.
I spoke to her. "We need more water. Fill this." I handed the thermos to
her. She obediently nodded and disappeared. No questions asked. Probably
glad to get away from the playground for a while.
I turned back to Christi and Kimberly. Kimberly was quietly crying and
Christi was just stroking her hair with her cuffed hands silently.
Trying to comfort her, but not really knowing how.
I left the women alone for a few minutes just sitting back and reviewing
in my mind the woman masturbating for me. I debated having her do it
again, but thought better of it. I doubted very much if she could manage
to do it again, and I wasn't really in the mood to punish her.
After a few minutes I spoke to her.
"Kimberly. Knees." Christi touched her head in encouragement and
Kimberly climbed to her knees. "Hands behind you."
"Oh God. Please don't tie me up again." Her hands stealing behind her
back knowing the cost of resistance.
"Kimberly. It's just handcuffs. Won't hurt you. Promise. I just don't
want you to be able to use your hands. Christi. Not too tight. Okay?"
"Oh God. Why? What now? Please. I've done everything you wanted. Please
let me go."
I tossed the handcuffs to Christi who began to place them on Kimberly's
wrists. Kimberly just hung her head. Resigned to the cuffs. Twisting her
wrists. Testing them. Knowing she couldn't get out.
"Please. Master. Please can a slave beg to have her nipples released.
The clamps are hurting her."
I was amazed. Even after all that she'd been through she was remembering
the slave talk that Jane had taught to her. And she hadn't stumbled over
any words. Not even Master. I had to be impressed.
I crouched down to the kneeling girl and began to release the clamps.
Her engorged nipples falling free of the bondage. She sighed. The clamps
hadn't been on her long enough for her nipples to numb. Had they numbed,
then it would have probably hurt a lot more to take them off her.
"This slave thanks her Master," she said meekly.
By this time, Jane had arrived. She knelt in front of me, offering up
the water. Kimberly's eyes caught the thermos in her hands.
"Oh please. Master. This slave is still thirsty. Please may she drink?
Please?" There was no sense of contrivance in her voice. She had
completely fallen into a slave role. Her mind, too tired or too broken
to even feel any humiliation at her behaviour. Perhaps she was simply
beginning to realize, like Jane, that this tone and humility usually got
what the girl wanted. When you had nothing else to offer, you did what
you had to, I guess. I did see Christi flush at the words though. A
fellow female, completely broken. But she kept her tongue.
"Jane. Give her some water. She deserves it."
Kimberly's eyes began to regain some of their shine. Realizing that she
was going to get what she wanted. Without a fight. Without any more
begging. Probably for the first time today. Simple things.
Jane, closed her eyes and tilted the thermos, filling her own mouth. I
realized my mistake. She had assumed that I meant for her to give
Kimberly the water in the same manner as before. I was actually
impressed, though I wasn't going to tell Jane that. I thought that
Kimberly could probably take the water normally now and hadn't meant for
her to be humiliated further. But Jane wouldn't know that. Or why I
hadn't allowed Kimberly water normally in the first place for that
matter. I didn't feel it necessary to share all my reasons with the
women.
I smiled. Jane was only doing what she thought I wanted. I guess she'd
had enough punishment for the day to take any chances on displeasing me.
"Janey." She looked at me. Cheeks full. "Give her that mouthful. But I
think that she can drink out of the bottle now. Don't you?" Jane closed
her eyes, thinking she'd made a mistake. She nodded hoping that I wasn't
going to punish her for presuming. I reached out and gave her long hair
a stroke, reached down and gave her nipple a playful tweak. She almost
lost the water in surprise. Still soft from her shower, hair and
nipples. Even after all the activity today. I gave her a quick kiss on
the distended cheek, almost causing her to swallow the water. Her eyes
widened at the unexpected kindness; I was pretty sure that she thought
she was going to be punished. The stroke to her hair and the quick kiss
seemed to reassure the confused girl and she shuffled off on her knees
to join Kimberly. Kissing her to exchange the fluid. Kimberly swallowing
the water and gasping as Jane moved away.
"Christi. Get her some food."
Not having to be told twice, Christi scampered to her bare feet and
collected some of the food, trying to pickup the more nutritious snacks.
Jerky. That kind of thing. She returned with her bound hands as full as
she could manage.
Between the two girls, they managed to feed and water Kimberly. Kimberly
simply kneeling and allowing herself to be fed. Relief evident on her
face as she hungrily swallowed the food and water.
When the water and the food were gone, Jane and Christi moved away from
Kimberly. I just watched the interaction of the nude girls. Loving the
way their bodies moved together. Struggling with the cuffs, but making
the most of it. Their bare bodies flashing as they attended to whatever
task occupied them.
I was a little distance from the girls. Sitting on the chair. Relaxed.
Simply watching them. Christi climbed to her bare feet, walked over and
knelt quietly at my feet, face upturned toward me.
"Can I ask you something?"
"I guess. Slave talk will probably get it." I was in a good mood. She
could probably get what she wanted even without slave talk if she tried
hard enough.
"You know I can't do that."
"You have before."
"Not by choice."
"Alright. What can I do for ya?" I was pretty relaxed.
"Return her."
"Huh?"
"You've put her through enough. Kimberly. God. Two days you left her
here. Alone. I'm surprised she's sane. You've broken her. You've got us.
You don't need her. Please let her go. For me?" she stuck out her lower
lip in a pretend pout.
"And what do I get out of it? Why should I care if she suffers here for
another two days. Or dies here?"
She took a deep breath. "You can do anything you want to me. Please."
"Christi, Christi, Christi. When are you going to learn that I can do
anything I want to you anyway."
"What can I offer then?" Tears began to form in her eyes. "I'll do
whatever you want. Willingly. I'll stand still while you whip me.
Whatever you want. Oh God."
"Christi. You don't know what you are saying."
"Oh God. Please. She's not as strong as us. I'm begging you. Let her go?
She's broken. You broke her. Please let her be. For me? I know I don't
count for much. But please?"
"Slave talk until I decide to let you go?"
"Oh God. I'll try. Anything."
I just looked at her.
"Oh shit. Please. Uhhh. Please M-Master. I ... this sl-slave will try to
remember to talk properly. Please have m-mercy on her," she struggled to
wrap her mind around that manner of talking. I imagine it would be very
hard to slip into the third person when referring to yourself. Combating
years of referring to yourself as "I". She managed a passable job
though. Jane was a lot better at it. But I had to give Christi credit
for trying. I could see that she felt strongly about me letting Kimberly
go. I was unsure what prompted this, but I could question her later.
"It's okay Christi. I don't necessarily want you to talk like that all
the time."
"Thank God. I doubt if I could," she breathed in relief. "I would have
been continually punished for slipping. What can I do then? Please? I
feel so badly for her."
"I don't know. That suggestion you made. Standing still while I whipped
you sounded interesting."
"Oh my God."
"You didn't believe that you'd get off easy, did you? Do you take back
the offer?"
"Oh God. I guess not. Just let her go."
The irony of this was that I was planning on letting Kimberly go anyway.
But I wasn't about to tell this begging female that.
The other women were completely oblivious to this exchange. Christi was
talking in a hushed voice. Probably not wanting the other two to know
that she was begging for Kimberly's release.
"Let's just leave it that you will willingly submit yourself to a
punishment of my choosing."
"Oh God. Okay."
"I'm going to hold you to it. You know you are making a deal with the
devil."
"I'll chance it. Fine. Just let her go?" She was nodding her head.
I looked over at Kimberly and Jane. Jane was talking quietly to
Kimberly. Couldn't tell what was being said. I concentrated on Kimberly.
Isolating her body from her surroundings. Removing the space she
occupied from the time continuum. Without warning she disappeared, mid
sentence. Her tattered clothing disappearing before our eyes. The
clothing that had been cut off of her body by Christi an eternity ago.
Jane's startled "Oh" echoing around the quiet store. I don't think Jane
had ever seen me return anyone before. Only slow things down which was
not nearly as dramatic.
I left the remaining girls kneeling in the center aisle and wandered
over to the paint aisle. I glanced down it. Finding the young woman
blissfully ignorant of how good she looked touching herself for me.
Frozen again, fully clothed, reaching up for her can of paint. I walked
over to the woman, this woman I knew so intimately. This woman who had
screamed and begged for me. Ran a finger over her breast, pressing
against her sweater. The same breast that had been kissed by the clamps
not so long ago. At least in my time. The clamps that she'd never
remember. Her feet back in her shoes. Undamaged. I kissed her frozen
cheek, "Good-bye, sweet Kimberly. Sleep well."
Without another look at my second girl, I walked back to the center of
the store. The girls had already gathered up the stray handcuffs, ropes
and toys and were quietly kneeling, waiting for me, sensing we were done
here.
I took their arms. Guiding them to their feet and leading them out of
the hardware store and back outside.
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"God, I'm tired," Christi muttered as we passed through the doors. Her
whole body ached from the games.
I checked my watch. "You've only been up for six hours."
"Six hours? My God. It seems like forever."
I looked at her. "I'm still full of energy."
"You would be. You haven't been nude, chained and forced to endure abuse
for six hours."
I just smiled at her and she stuck out her tongue.
"Jane?"
"Yes?" she answered cheerily. Glad to be away from the store.
"Do you know how to drive?"
"I don't have a license."
"I doubt if any cops are going to stop us. And if they do, your lack of
a license will be the least of my problems. Can you drive?"
"My boyfriend let me drive his car once. But Christi drove us here. Why
me?"
"Christi claims she is tired. Tired drivers cause accidents."
"And drivers without licenses don't?" she raised her eyebrows. I shook
my head. Her sarcasm was going to cause her trouble in the future. I
ignored it this time. To be honest, it didn't bother me a lot.
"Do you think you can drive us back to the hotel?"
"I guess. If I don't have a choice."
I considered having her drive. I didn't particularly want her without
her steel bands. She still looked ravishing in those restraints.
Inexperienced driver. No license. Nude. Strange car. Hands bound. Odd
driving conditions. Didn't sound like a wonderful situation to me. And I
wanted to get back to the hotel. Walking, though pleasant, wasn't in the
plans for today. Perhaps later.
I just looked at Christi. She sighed. "OK. I'll drive." Not even
bothering to suggest that I take the wheel. She managed to open the
drivers door to the Toyota with her bound wrists without too much
trouble. Slipping in behind the steering wheel and waiting for me and
Jane.
I turned to Jane. "Wrists."
She obediently held her hands up for me. I unlocked her wrists and had
her turn around. She reluctantly held her hands behind her back and I
slipped the cuffs back on her. She turned around, a hurt expression on
her face. The girls really did prefer their hands in front of them if
they had to be bound.
"Well, if you're useless to drive, then why should I have your hands in
front. This looks much prettier."
I watched as she fought back the tears. Tears brought on by her
helplessness. Her complete inability to do anything about her situation.
The fact that she had to stand there and allow me to bind her hands
behind her. Not having any voice in the matter. She bravely fought the
tears and slipped into the back seat of the car. Her eyes looking at me
accusingly. She probably thought that she had earned the privilege of
having her hands bound in front of her. And truthfully she had. She'd
been more than cooperative today. But life isn't always fair. Especially
for women under my control.
I slipped the seat belt around her waist and down between her bare
breasts holding her safely into the seat. She settled back and closed
her eyes.
I climbed into the passenger side and belted myself in as well. "Drive
on, James ... er Jamie."
"Where to?"
"Back to the hotel. No rush." I settled back and took Jane's lead and
closed my eyes.
I felt the car jostling as the naked woman guided it through the strange
world back to the hotel. I opened my eyes as we arrived. Christi just
parked in front, an impossibility if the world was running. Damn taxis
and such getting in the way.
Christi handed me the keys to the car. I'm not really sure what she did
with them last time. As she handed me the keys she spoke, "In case I'm
not with you next time you need the car. I don't exactly have pockets
anymore." She glanced down at her bare body.
"You have a couple of places to keep them."
"Oh God. Please no." She realized where she might have to keep the keys
given that she had no clothing.
I grinned at her and gently took the keys from her fingers. I slipped
the key into my own pocket and climbed out of the car as she sighed in
relief. Christi managed to get her own seatbelt off, and out of the car
on her own. Jane sat quietly waiting for me to come and release her, her
hands tied a little more awkwardly than Christi's.
Once we all had gotten out of the car, we walked straight through the
lobby of the hotel. Two bare girls and me. Just as we neared the stairs,
I stopped them. I pointed back the way we came.
"See that girl behind the desk?" I pointed to a young redhead frozen in
the middle of the working at the computer. Christi and Jane nodded.
"Before we leave here, she's going to be spread out between those two
pillars. Begging."
Christi just turned pale. "God. You know already that you are going to
torture her. God help her."
"Yup. Nipple clamps. The crop against her back as she begs and screams.
While you use that wonderful tongue of your's on her puss."
"Oh my God. Please no."
"Not now. Later."
"Is that my punishment?" referring to her bargain to get Kimberly off
our timeline.
I just shook my head. "If it was your punishment, the positions would be
reversed. You'd be tied to the pillars and begging as you were cropped.
The redhead on her knees making love to you. I've got something better
in mind for you."
"I'm sure I'll love it."
I idly wondered what the redhead's name was going to be as I watched the
lithe nude bodies climbing the stairs in front of me. We entered the
quiet suite. I remembered that I'd left Elizabeth and Amy sleeping
peacefully in the bedroom. I poked my head in, and they were both still
happily asleep. I quietly shut the door, leaving them in peace. For now.
I released Christi's hands. She stood rubbing her wrists, not having
been free of the steel bands for a long time.
"Christi?" I addressed her.
"Yes sir."
"I want you to make us some lunch. Peanut butter for you and Jane. One
sandwich each. Grilled cheese for myself. Two. And breakfast for
Elizabeth and Amy. I'm going to wake them soon. Maybe make them some
toast and cereal."
"Please. Can I ask for something. Small?" Christi looked a bit agitated.
"Yes ..."
"Peanut butter sandwiches? Please. I don't like peanut butter. Never
have."
"Are you allergic to nuts?"
"No. I just can't stand the taste ... or the consistency," she
explained.
"Does it matter what you like?"
"No sir," her face falling. "I'll eat the peanut butter."
The nude blonde wandered towards the kitchen. I heard her begin her
preparations to prepare the food.
I guided Jane to the couch. She sat down daintily and settled back into
the sofa. Legs crossed. I sat down in the easy chair facing her. She
just gazed at me for a few minutes. I could tell that she was struggling
with something. Wanting to talk but not knowing how to start. Perhaps
afraid of starting. One advantage of having the women nude, their body
language was a lot more pronounced. I doubt if they were even aware of
it. But I was beginning to be able to tell their moods and sometimes
even their thoughts from how they held their bodies.
She opened her mouth and closed it again. Pulled weakly at her wrists.
"Please," she began. "Can a slave beg to have her hands free. She hates
them behind her. Please."
"Jane. I like you with your hands back there."
"You don't have any idea what its like to be in chains all the time.
Please."
"Jane. Something on your mind?"
"Oh God. Can I talk without you punishing me?"
"I'm listening. What's up?"
Tears filled her eyes and one escaped. She shook her head in
frustration. Not being able to wipe the moisture from her face. I
reached forward and stroked the tear from her cheek. "Jane," I started.
"It's about the store isn't it?" I was just trying to get her talking.
Normally, I wouldn't make it this easy on any of them. In this case, I
had a funny feeling I knew what was on her mind and I didn't really feel
like tormenting her further.
"I'm so confused," her voice low.
"'bout what?" As though I didn't know.
"You bastard. You made me beg."
"Yeah. I knew I could."
"How?"
"What?"
"How did you know? You could do that to me?" She was crying a bit now.
Still pulling at her bound hands. Her bare feet curling and uncurling
her toes.
"Jane. It wasn't hard. In your position, you can't hide a lot. Your body
gave me all the signals."
"My body. Dammit. If you didn't keep us naked all the time ..."
"I like you naked."
"Don't I know it. And you like making us do things too. And keeping us
bound, helpless, humiliated. Like animals."
"Hey. I treat you better than animals."
"Not much. We're just pretty, female pets to you. Look at me." That
wasn't hard. I let my eyes run down her bare body and back up to her
face. "I'm a person over here. Hello? I'm Jane. I have a name. I'm not
just an object. Put here for your pleasure. I have feelings. I hurt.
God, how I hurt for you. I'm a human being. I shouldn't be treated like
this."
"So you want me to treat you like a human being right?"
"Isn't that just common sense. Please. I'm not equipped to handle this.
I'm only seventeen."
"Jane. You are a strong girl. You are holding up a hell of a lot better
than I would in your place."
"Damn right. But do I have a choice? You'll punish me if I don't."
Her eyes widened slightly as Christi walked into the room. Jane stopped
talking as Christi knelt down by my feet and looked up at me. I guess I
could have forced her to continue despite Christi's presence, but
decided that it might be better to continue the discussion in private.
"I'm done. Food is on the table," Christi spoke from the floor at my
feet.
"We're not ready for it yet."
"Oh."
"Would you like to take a shower?"
"God. Would I?" she looked up at me hopefully.
"Two showers in one day. That's pretty extravagant. But I guess you've
been through a lot. Go shower."
She continued to kneel there. Her face a mask of concentration.
"What is it?"
She gathered up her courage. "Is your slave allowed to use hot water?"
her eyes exceptionally expressive this time.
She must have really wanted to use hot water. Used her slave talk and
everything. Took a bit of concentration. It was unusual for Christi to
slip into the third person for me. Jane could turn it on and off at
will. And did.
I had to bite back a smile. "I don't know. A private shower. *And* hot
water? I'm not sure if you've done anything to deserve hot water."
Previously I'd always forced the girls to take showers together. Two or
three at a time. This was unusual letting her take one alone. Giving her
time to herself. She was pushing her luck and knew it.
"Oh please. This slave begs her master. She doesn't want to use cold
water. Please. This slave will be good for the rest of the day. She
promises. Please?"
I relented. I couldn't think of anything that she'd done lately that
required punishment. Maybe she actually would behave for the rest of the
day. I nodded at her. "Go have a hot shower."
She didn't need to be told again. She climbed to her bare feet. She
tossed a quick whispered "Thank-you" over her shoulder as she scampered
to the bathroom. Moments later I heard the water running and her softly
singing to herself in the shower. Some Aerosmith tune, I think.
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I turned back to Jane who gazed back at me from the sofa.
"You let her take a hot shower? By herself?" Incredulous.
"I don't always treat you like animals."
"I guess not. When your not torturing us, it isn't so bad, I guess. I
just wish you'd let us wear something sometimes. And didn't keep us
trussed up like dogs all the time."
"What would like to wear? Hmmmm? Some stockings? High heels? Corsets?
Gloves?" An evil thought. "Chastity belt?"
"Oh God. Leave it to you to come up with distasteful things. Nude will
do fine, if those are my choices. I suppose it could be worse."
"Have to do something about that. Can't have you happy."
"Master?"
"You don't have to call me Master, right now."
"I don't?"
"No. What's on your mind? Something's bothering you." I could tell that
something was bothering her beyond just having to sit there naked and
handcuffed.
"God. What have you done to me?" The tears began to form again, but she
managed to will them away again. "Here I am. A strong girl. You know.
Feministic. Good student. Popular with the guys. And then you come
along. Strip me. Humiliate me. Keep me tied up twenty-four hours a day.
You hit me a few times and I'm acting like a slut. Talking to you like
I'm some kind of slave. Begging. And, oh god, orgasming. God. Having
orgasms like I never knew existed. Begging you to hit me. Begging for
abuse. I'm sick. I hate myself. I don't know what to do. I don't have
anyone to turn to. God. What have you done to me?"
By now the girl was weeping. Unable to stop the tears any longer.
Confused and scared and finally allowed to let it out. I moved over to
the sofa beside her. Wrapped my arms around her. Stroked her hair and
her back until she managed to stop crying. She gave a small hiccup and
looked up at me.
"God. What have I become? Why?"
"Janey. Sweetheart. I don't have all the answers."
"You know," she choked out slowly. "Remember you punished me in the
store? Whipped me?"
I nodded.
"Oh God. I can't tell you this. I. I. I did it on purpose. I. I could
have stayed where you put me. Obeyed. My head knew that I should do what
you asked. I wasn't involved. Be happy. But my body went haywire or
something. I started to imagine that you'd punish me if I got up and
tried to help. Imagined you hitting me with the crop. Me helpless. And
the butterflies began to flutter in my stomach. My. My pussy began to
throb. It was like I didn't have any choice. My breasts were still
aching from yesterday. And I knew that if I pushed you, that you'd tie
me down and hit them again. My head was fighting with my body. I. I
hated myself. But my body. My pussy. Won. I just got up and took the
bottle away from you. At least I stopped you tormenting that poor woman.
At least it didn't go for nothing." She began to shake again. "Why? Why?
Why?"
"Why what?" I asked her gently.
"Why the hell does my body like the pain? Why do I get turned on by you
forcing me? Humiliating me? Hurting me? Please."
"Sweetheart. I really, really don't know."
"But you knew that it was happening."
I nodded. "Janey, that is why I knew I could make you beg. Just human
nature. I forced you to stay so close to release for that long. And then
added more and more stimulation. My God, I'm surprised that you held out
as long as you did. You are a strong girl. I knew what buttons to press.
That's all." I poked her erect nipples for emphasis and she actually
giggled. She was going to be alright.
"Am I going to be alright?" she asked. She was asking the wrong person.
"I think so. Just don't lose your spirit."
She thought about that and nodded. "You can make me feel weird things.
Apparently, you can even make me beg to humiliate myself. But you'll
never have my soul. Got that?"
"Deal." I didn't particularly want a completely broken girl anyway. They
aren't nearly as much fun. The fun was in the breaking. Or the attempt.
"I'm feeling pretty icky as well. Can I have a shower as well?"
I gave her a kiss on the nose. Turned her around so her back was towards
me. I released her cuffs. As I was releasing her I idly mentioned, "What
no slave talk?"
"I don't want one that badly. I'm still pretty clean. And I'm tired of
being a slave."
"If you're not careful, I'll make you take a cold one."
She stuck her tongue out at me. Didn't surprise me. The girl was
probably feeling about a million times better after just talking it out.
She rose to her bare feet.
I aimed a swat at her bare bottom and she danced away. "Go on you minx.
And have fun."
She looked over her bare shoulder just before disappearing down the
hallway towards the bathroom. "Your slave thanks you for talking to
her." She didn't wait for a response but practically ran down to the
shower.
Soon I heard her chasing Christi out of the shower. The Aerosmith song
being taken up by Jane's voice as the spray hit her tired body. Jane
actually had a good voice. I'd have to have her sing for me sometime.
I relaxed and waited for the girls to return from their shower. Christi
wandered down the hall and poked her head around the corner. Her hair
was still slightly damp, though it looked like she had dried most of it.
She was wearing light make-up and as I noticed her, she pranced out into
the living room. Her body radiant after the shower.
She walked over to the easy chair I was sitting in and knelt down.
"Feeling better?" I asked her.
"Much. Thank-you." Eyes downcast.
I waited for a while. She seemed content to just kneel there lost in her
own thoughts. It was almost time to rouse Elizabeth and Amy for their
breakfast.
"You think that you can handle Amy and Elizabeth? Get them up and
presentable?"
"I guess." She slowly climbed to her feet. "Are you going to let them
shower?"
"They had a shower before sleeping. They shouldn't need one. Just wake
them up and untie them. Brush their hair out."
I watched as the bare girl walked slowly back to the bedroom. Seemingly
lost in her own thoughts. I thought I heard some soft sounds and groans
as the women were awakened. They probably only had six or seven hours of
sleep. Not nearly enough after what I put them through. But they really
didn't have any choice. If I didn't want them to sleep, then they didn't
sleep. They'd be alright.
I got up and walked silently down the hallway. Just wanted to check on
the girls. Jane was toweling off. She flashed me a smile as I poked my
head in the doorway. The bedroom door was ajar. Christi was just untying
Amy's feet. She still looked groggy. Elizabeth was brushing out her red
hair facing the mirror. She looked a bit sleepy as well. I retreated
back to the living room without the three of them even noticing me.
Soon all four emerged from the hallway. Christi leading the pack. I
marveled at the sight. Not often that you see a pack of beautiful, nude
women simply walk out of a hallway. They stood a little awkwardly in the
center of the room. Not quite knowing what I wanted from them.
I spoke to Christi. "Alright. I want you to re-heat my sandwiches. When
you're done, let me know."
Christi disappeared into the kitchen. I heard her knock a few pots
together and a few minutes later she stuck her head back out, "Soup's
on."
I nodded to the remaining girls who piled into the kitchen. The table
was going to be cramped with five of us, but if it got too
uncomfortable, I could always get two of them on the floor. I could hear
Christi organizing everyone, like a mother hen. Though she'd been a
captive the longest, she was far from the oldest among the girls. She
just seemed to have an organized mind. I smiled. After it seemed like
they were settled, I joined them. The four girls were jammed together on
one side of the table. My seat was reasonably clear as I sat down; I had
lots of elbow room. Didn't quite seem fair, but after all they were the
captives. I wasn't sure what went through their minds, but one of them
was probably smart enough to know that if there wasn't enough room at
the table, some of them, if not all, would be eating off the floor. So
they pushed themselves together to ensure that I had enough room.
Clever, whoever it was.
I glanced around at the four beauties. Four gorgeous pairs of breasts.
Their bodies pressed together. Faces looking at me expectantly. Wanting
to eat, but afraid of starting before me.
I nodded to them. Christi and Jane picked up their sandwiches. Christi
made a face as she took the first bite, but managed to swallow it. Jane
just hungrily chewed into hers. I noticed that Christi hadn't placed
cutlery on the table for Elizabeth and Amy. Both having a bowl of
cereal, they looked at the food helplessly.
Amy spoke up, "Please. Can I get a spoon?"
I just shook my head. Christi spoke up. "He won't let us use cutlery."
Amy looked incredulous. "You have to be joking. How the hell are we
supposed to eat this?"
I looked at her. She must have still been sleepy or groggy, perhaps
overtired.
"Amy?" Christi was taken a bit aback, not expecting this vehemence out
of Amy.
She glared back at me. "Well, how the fuck am I supposed to eat this?"
Elizabeth touched her arm and whispered to her. "Amy. Honey. Calm. Like
this." She bent forward. And without the use of her hands even, began to
lap at the milk. It was awkward, but she could eat her breakfast.
Picking at the cereal with her fingers.
Amy watched incredulous.
"God. I'm not going to eat like that. I refuse to be treated like an
animal anymore. Fuck him. It's not enough that I'm naked here? I can't
even use a spoon like a civilized human being? Fuck that." She pushed
herself away from the table and got to her feet. "I'm finding some
goddamn clothes and getting the hell away from here. What are you going
to do about it?" She glared at me. I just calmly gazed back at her. I
wasn't too surprised that one of them had snapped. A shouting match
wasn't going to solve anything.
Elizabeth, Christi and Jane had given up. They just tried to make
themselves as tiny as possible. Eating quietly. Trying their damnedest
to disappear. Not wanting to be involved further in this. Not even Jane.
Amy, still angry, stalked out of the kitchen. I could hear her stomping
down the hallway. Still muttering. I gave her a few minutes and then got
to my feet.
Jane looked up at me. Always the brave one. I was actually surprised
that she was brave enough to say anything.
"Please. Master. Please don't ... she's just frustrated. She's just a
girl."
One look and her jaw snapped shut audibly. She didn't want to be a part
of this. She knew that the punishment for Amy was going to be far beyond
any punishment that her body might welcome. Jane just went back to
taking tiny bites of her sandwich. Trying to disappear again. She
whispered softly, "Please. I'm sorry."
I walked slowly out and down the hall. I stopped at the bedroom doorway
where Amy was already in a bra and panties. She was crying, just about
to pull a sweater over her head.
"Care to apologize?" I asked softly.
"Fuck you." She glared at me. "I'm tired of being your slave. Tired of
being tied up to sleep. Tired of being kept without the simple dignity
of clothing. Tired of jumping when you say jump. I'm not your toy. You
should be apologizing to me. You fucking bastard."
"Amy. Calm down. You know I'm not going to let you walk out of here."
"What are you going to do about it?" She pulled the sweater over her
head.
I was beginning to see that she had lost it. She simply didn't care
anymore. That could be dangerous. I debated just returning her. I didn't
need these problems. However. If I did that, the other women might see a
way out. If they acted nuts, and openly disobeyed, resisted, I might
give up on them and just return them to the bliss of the frozen time
line. That wouldn't be good. I simply couldn't let Amy get away with
this rebellion.
"Amy. Don't make it worse on yourself."
"That's a laugh. How could it be worse? Eating out of a bowl like some
kind of animal. I'm not your freaking pet. Goddammit."
"Actually you are. And believe me. It can always be worse."
"Fuck you. What are you going to do about it? Fucker. I'm leaving."
This could become very dangerous. I had a wild girl here. The other
three, unbound in the kitchen. I couldn't very well enlist the other
three. They were scared at the moment. But if they saw the chance, they
might try to overpower me. That just wouldn't be good. I could stop
them. I wasn't afraid of that. But the last thing I needed was
rebellion. Guess I should have bound them for breakfast. But I wasn't
expecting this.
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