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Chapter 51
© Copyright 1997-1998 - Crimson Dragon -
All Rights Reserved
Amy was glaring at me defiantly. This petite woman. In panties and a
sweater. Still barefoot. I felt like I was a lover having a break up
fight. I almost laughed at the absurdity.
Seeing that I wasn't going to get anywhere with her, I concentrated and
slipped her into a slow time bubble. She was about to open her mouth to
say something, probably hurling more abuse at me. But that never
happened as she semi-froze in position. I wandered out to the living
area. Glanced in on the other girls. They were still seated, trying to
eat as slowly and as silently as they could. Like guests listening to
the hosts during the party fight. Wanting to be anywhere but here. But
not able to go anywhere else.
I picked back up the gun from the living room. Along with some rope,
some handcuffs, drill from the hardware bag, and an eyebolt. I carried
the equipment back to the bedroom and dumped it on the dressing table.
Amy was still standing in her sweater and panties in the middle of the
room. Anger still showing on her frozen face.
I wandered back to the doorway and leaned on the jamb. I returned Amy to
our timeline.
She began right away. Probably still spouting whatever was on her mind
when I slowed her down.
"You goddamn bastard. I hate you. Leave me alone." Then seeing that some
things had changed. I suddenly had a gun. Eyes flicked to the restraints
on the table.
"Amy."
"Fuck you. You ain't tying me up again. I won't let you. You fucking
bastard." She was really venting. She made a move to get her jeans which
were lying on the bed.
"Amy. Stop."
She hesitated and looked at me. Still defiant. Shifting her weight from
one bare foot to the other.
"You are going to have to shoot me, you know."
"Amy. Don't kid yourself. I will shoot you. But I don't have to."
"I'm not stopping. You are either going to have to undo whatever the
hell it is that you've done to the world. Or you are going to have to
shoot me. Or I'm going to walk out of here. Fuck you. I'm going to
finish dressing like a human being and I'm gone. Got it?"
"Listen to me, Amy." She stopped reaching for her jeans. Perhaps
something in my calm tone. "You don't want to do this. Take off the
clothes and allow me to punish you and it won't be as bad."
"Haven't you been fucking listening to me? You have trouble hearing?"
"Amy."
"Shoot me if you have to. I don't care." I watched as she picked up the
jeans. She honestly didn't care if I shot her.
"Amy. Listen. If I shoot you, it is going to hurt. If I shoot you, it
will be in a very uncomfortable way. There are no hospitals. No doctors.
You'll die, but it will take days. In agony. I'm not going to shoot you
in the head. Or the heart. Knees. Elbows. Arms. Legs. Breasts."
She paled a bit, but bent down and began to slip the jeans onto her
right leg. She'd passed the point of no return. She was gambling
everything that I wouldn't shoot her.
"Fuck you."
"But I'm not going to shoot you, Amy. I really don't want to
incapacitate such a beautiful body. If I wanted to kill you, I'd torture
you to death. Enjoying your screams until you couldn't scream anymore.
But I'm not going to do that either. You'll scream, but you'll survive."
Amy was crying by this point, but she slipped the jeans onto her other
leg and began to pull them up.
"Goddammit. Why do you have to do these things to us? We're people, you
know? Human beings? How can you be such a monster? How can you hurt us
so casually? We hurt, you know? Pain? You remember pain? When you fell
out of the tree when you were a kid? Broke your arm? Imagine that, but a
hundred times worse. Some asshole whipping you, while you're helpless.
Tied up. Shit. I hate you. I can't take it anymore."
She pulled the jeans over her hips. She was about to do them up. The
first time she'd had clothing in days. The clothes were actually
attractive on her.
"Amy. Listen to me. You can leave. I'm not even going to stop you. But I
want you to know something, if you do."
"What's that, you fuckhead?" Her fingers struggling with the top button
of the jeans.
"Whereas I really don't want to seriously damage your body, I don't have
the same problem damaging a male body." I waved the gun for emphasis.
"Oh my God. You son-of-a-bitch. You wouldn't."
"Care to try me?"
The fight just melted out of her body. I watched it happen. She knew she
was beaten. Her father, frozen outside the room. Safe for the moment.
She couldn't risk it. I watched as her face just collapsed. The anger.
The frustration. The humiliation. All replaced by fear. She knew that
she was in for a punishment to end all punishment. And she was afraid.
Now she couldn't just walk out. Her father would suffer for her
determination.
"Oh God. I'm sorry." She whispered. Her fingers fumbled with the jeans
and she slid them back down her long legs. She was weeping, her whole
body wracked by sobs. Her whole body showing me her defeat. She stepped
out of the jeans, leaving them on the floor. She began to pull the
sweater over her head.
"Amy. Stop." She turned her head. Still crying her eyes out. But didn't
quite get the sweater over her head.
"Please. Oh God. What are you going to do with me? Please don't hurt
me."
"Amy, this is simple. Stop crying."
I let her struggle with it. Standing there. Barefoot. Bare legs.
Sweater. Panties. Finally after three or four minutes she calmed
herself. Tears still fell, but the body shaking sobs reduced. She opened
her eyes.
"Do you know how to use a drill?"
"Oh God. What are you going to do with me?"
"Amy?"
She just shook her head. I didn't think that she would know how to use
one. I haven't met many women that could use any power tools. But it was
worth a shot. Would have added to the humiliation making her help set up
her punishment.
"Alright. Calm down. Sit in the chair."
"Please don't hurt me. Oh God. Don't you want the rest of my clothes
off?"
"Not yet. Just sit down." She walked over to the chair and sat down.
"Please. God. This isn't happening. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
I crouched behind the chair. "Wrists."
"Oh God. Please. Don't tie me up. God. What are you going to do?" She
was almost hysterical, imagining what I was going to do with her. She
placed her wrists behind the chair.
I wrapped her wrists in rope, tightly and tied it off to the rung
between the chair legs. I clinched her elbows, bringing them as close as
I could. She cried out, but didn't complain. Her breasts thrust forward
beneath the sweater. She didn't complain because she knew that she was
in for a painful time anyway. And complaining wasn't going to help her
cause. I wrapped rope above and below her breasts, holding her back into
the chair. Further emphasizing her breasts that until really recently
were completely bare.
I then moved in front of the chair and crouched down, looking into her
tear stained face. She looked back at me for a second and lowered her
eyes.
"Please. Th-th-this sl-slave is so sorry. Please have mercy on her. Oh
God. What are you going to do to me?"
"What happened?"
"Oh God. I. Th-this slave just snapped. God. I'm so sorry. I just
couldn't take it anymore. I had to be free. You. I. You have no idea
what its like to be naked and humiliated twenty-four hours a day. I just
needed a break. God. Please. Please understand." The words tumbled from
her mouth. A curious mixture of slave and normal talk. Fear very evident
in the shake of her voice.
"Amy. I understand. But you have to understand that I can't let you get
away with it, either."
"Oh God. Please don't hurt me." She was pulling at the ropes that held
her body to the chair.
I ignored her and climbed up on another chair. I used the drill to make
a small hole in the concrete of the ceiling. Using a lead anchor, I
threaded the eyebolt into the ceiling. It would take a lot of weight.
Amy watched all these preparations in dread. Tears still streaming down
her face. Begging pitifully.
I wandered back out into the living room and gathered up a few other
odds and ends. A couple of very short dowels, some wing nuts. I returned
to the room. Amy was calmer. I picked up the drill and made a couple of
holes in the wood. Threaded them together with the wing nuts and bolts.
Amy watched all this in eerie fascination.
I knelt in front of her and touched her ankles. She had been sitting
with her legs slightly apart. Probably trying to do what she thought I
wanted at this point. She looked a bit confused, but she brought her
legs together. I wrapped rope around her ankles, clinching it tightly,
making her cry out again. I tied off the rope and she sat quietly.
Bound.
"Please, master. God. This slave is sorry. She'll do anything you want.
Please don't hit her. Don't hurt her. You don't have to hurt her."
Slave talk wasn't going to help her this time.
"Have you learned your lesson?"
"Oh God. Yes. Please. I've learned."
"What have you learned."
"Not to talk back. There is no escape. Oh God. Whatever you want me to
learn."
"Not good enough. I'll tell you what you've learned. Or will learn.
There is no escape. Until I get tired of you. And getting angry at me,
is not a problem. But getting dressed without permission is not
acceptable. Nor is screaming at me. Rebellion will only be tolerated to
an extent. You went far too far this time. I don't mind feisty women.
But that kind of behaviour frightens everyone. No good."
She gulped. "Yes. Master. Your slave is sorry. She won't let it happen
again."
"I intend to ensure that it doesn't happen again."
"Please. What are you going to do to me?"
"Names." I suddenly changed direction. Wanting to keep her off balance
mentally.
Confusion. "Pardon me?"
"You were calling me names. You remember what they were?"
"Oh God. I was angry. I didn't mean ..."
"I don't mind being called names. I'd be surprised if you didn't call me
names. I almost expect it. What were they?"
"Oh God. Please. You'll get angry. I don't remember."
"A bastard?" She nodded. "What else?"
"Oh God. I don't remember I was angry. Hurt."
"Amy."
"Christ. I think I called you a son of a bitch. Please don't make me do
this."
"What else?"
"F-fucker. I think."
"And a good deal more, eh?" She nodded. Miserable. "Is this kind of
language the kind a lady should use?" She swallowed. Not knowing the
right answer. She nodded. Guessing. Wrong answer. "A lady wouldn't use
that kind of language. At all. Much as you think I treat you like
animals, I expect my females to act like ladies. I can forgive the
occasional slip if you are being tormented. Or in passion. But don't you
think this was rather excessive? I can imagine this kind of language
coming from your mouth if I was whipping you. Or raping you. But I was
just trying to calm you down. Remember?"
She nodded. Tears falling from her eyes. Pulling at the ropes holding
her.
"So, would it be fair to say that your mouth got you into this
predicament?"
She nodded.
"Pardon me?"
"Yes sir."
"So, if I was to gag you, that might be considered an appropriate
punishment?"
"Please, don't gag me. I'll behave. I promise." But I could see it in
her eyes. Confusion. A gag hardly seemed like a bad punishment.
Certainly not worthy of her transgressions.
"Beg me."
"What?"
"Beg me to gag you."
"Oh God. Don't make me do that." She squirmed in the chair.
"Amy."
"Oh God. Alright. Please gag this slave's mouth to teach her a lesson.
Oh my God."
I picked up the wooden dowel contraption from the floor. She looked at
it with confusion.
"Tongue."
Comprehension dawned on her and she wildly shook her head. "Oh God. I'm
not letting you put that on me. No way."
I shrugged and picked up the gun. "Have it your way. Would you like to
see the bullet hitting your father's knee? I can bring him in here if
you'd like."
"Oh Christ." I watched as she stuck out her tongue and held it. Pleading
evident in her eyes.
I wandered over while she held still and slipped the tongue clamp over
the tip of her extended tongue. I used the wing nuts to tighten it down
tightly against her tongue. Finally she squealed and I pulled gently at
the clamp. It was attached firmly. She automatically tried to bring her
tongue back into her mouth as soon as I released the clamp from my
grasp. Of course, the clamp prevented her from doing that, and she
finally gave up, letting her tongue extend between her lips.
"eeth," she begged. Trying to say "Please".
Little did she know it got worse. I knelt in front of her, and wrapped
some thin cord around her toes, lashing them together. She squirmed a
bit at the sensations.
I ran the cord up through the eye bolts. Using the cord, I pulled down,
forcing her to raise her legs to a straight out position. She squirmed.
"Hold them up," I ordered her. I felt the weight of her legs reduce as
she took most of the strain on her thigh muscles. I deftly wrapped the
other end of the cord around the tongue clamp. Ignoring her squeals and
begging. She was well aware of the problem. Her thighs were going to
tire quickly. And her tongue was going to be stretched right out of her
mouth. She could probably already feel her thighs screaming at the
tension. But if she didn't manage to keep her thighs like that, her
mouth was going to be in agony. The tears began to fall. She was
probably wishing that she'd never even thought about defying me.
"Amy?"
"oh ong?" she tried to say. I was pretty sure that she wanted to know
how long she was going to be in this. Her body shaking with the sobbing
and the pain.
"You want it higher? Tighter?"
"eeze. oh ong?" trying to shake her head but not being overly
successful.
I took pity on her. "We'll see. I'm going to go finish my lunch. I might
release you afterwards if you're good."
"Oh od."
I turned on my heel and left the suffering girl on her own, returning to
the kitchen. By now the other three women were finished their meals.
They just sat quietly. Not looking at me. Afraid. I'm not sure how much
of the disagreement they heard, but at this point they knew better than
to even speak.
Christi, eyes downcast, just reached forward and picked up my plate.
Still with the untouched cheese sandwiches. I could see the fear and
distress in her eyes. She wanted, or needed something, but was afraid to
ask. I wasn't angry at her, so I made it easier on the tortured woman.
"Christi? You can speak. What do you need?"
She must have been frightened. She reverted to slave talk. "Please.
Don't punish this slave. This slave just doesn't know whether you want
her to make a new sandwich or heat these. Please. Please don't punish me
too. I haven't done anything."
"It's alright. Calm down. Just reheat those."
She nodded and quickly as she could turned back to the stove. Jane and
Elizabeth just sat quietly. Avoiding my eyes. Frightened as well.
Probably wondering what I did to Amy. But no way were they going to ask
me.
Christi reheated my lunch for the second time. Placed the plate in front
of me, with a longing look at the cheese sandwiches and took her seat
between Jane and Elizabeth. All three girls were probably hungry. It
wasn't much to eat and their life was reasonably vigorous these days.
I'd have to start feeding them better if I kept expecting the same
caliber of performance out of them. But for now, I wasn't going to allow
them any more food. I wanted them a little hungry.
Finally, some peace and quiet. I silently ate. Admiring the bare females
in front of me while they just shifted awkwardly. Not quite daring to
open their mouths, yet.
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All Rights Reserved
I finished my lunch and rose from my seat. Christi almost immediately
began to clear the table. Without me even asking her to do it. I touched
her arm. Probably she was glad to have something to do.
"Christi. Let Elizabeth and Jane clean up. You cooked." I picked up a
large kitchen knife. All three girls' eyes widened when they saw that.
They had no idea how angry I was at Amy, and assumed the worst.
The other two jumped to their feet. Elizabeth watching longingly as she
had to dump Amy's breakfast. Leaving Jane and Elizabeth to their tasks,
I guided Christi out into the living room.
She hesitated as I began to guide her towards the bedroom.
"Please. What did you do to her?"
"You'll find out."
"Please don't kill her. She doesn't deserve it. It could have been any
one of us that snapped. She's just a girl. Her mind got away from her.
She'll behave now. I'm sure of it."
"Will you guarantee it?"
Christi just gulped. She was already owing me from the Kimberly episode.
I couldn't see her risking herself for Amy.
"I didn't think so. Relax," I continued. "I'm just teaching her a
lesson."
"Oh God. I know what your lessons are like. How much pain is she in?"
"I imagine by now, her legs are probably screaming. Though she can't."
By this point we'd arrived at the bedroom door. Christi caught her
breath as she was presented with the picture of Amy, straining at the
ropes. Head tilted back. Trying to convince her thighs to take the
strain off her bound tongue. Tears falling down her face. Panting.
Trying to scream. Trying to beg.
"Kneel." Christi fell to her knees.
I walked over to Amy's chair. I ran my finger along the arch of her bare
right foot. She jumped. Causing a scream to emerge from her tortured
mouth.
"eeeze," she was ready to beg. Bigtime. Pulling against the ropes.
"Amy? You want me to cut this cord?" I indicated the cord running from
her toes to her tongue.
"Ahhhh," she tried to nod her head, but wasn't overly successful.
"No? You want me to hang some weights from your ankles?"
"og oooooooo," she wailed. Shaking her head as far as the tongue clamp
would let her. I cruelly pressed on the top of her feet increasing the
pressure on her thighs and tongue. I could feel the resistance and see
the tightening of her tortured thighs. She screeched. "Ahhhhhhhh. o
orre. o orre."
"Amy?" She just dully looked back at me. "Are you going to behave?"
"eth. asther. eth" I think she was trying to say "Yes, Master. Yes." but
it was hard to tell.
"I'm going to give you a choice. Okay?"
"mmmm."
"I can leave you like this while I go out. Or you can submit to a breast
whipping. I'll give you a minute to decide."
This torment must have been exceptionally painful. Immediately, she
began to beg. "i icking, eeeeze. o ore ag. eeeeeeze."
I bent down to where Christi was kneeling. "I'm going to go out for a
while with Jane and Elizabeth. I haven't quite decided what to do with
you."
"Oh God. Please. I'll be good. Leave me here."
"You are staying here."
"Free?" Hopeful.
"That's what I haven't decided. I'll tell you what. If you will promise
to do something for me, then I'll leave you mostly unbound. Handcuffed
in front only. Okay? And I'll even let you wear a robe."
"You're kidding. What do you want me to do? I'll do anything to be
allowed to wear something for a while. Please."
"Okay. Amy over there wants a breast whipping rather than the gag. At
least I'm pretty sure that this is what she said." Out of the corner of
my eye I could see the girl trying to agree with me. "I'm going to give
her the initial one, but I'm guessing that Jane, Elizabeth and I will be
out for some time. The bad wench over there is going to need further
correction throughout the afternoon. Understand?"
"You want me to hit her while you are gone? Oh God."
"Will you? You don't have to. I won't punish you. However, if you agree
to do it, and I find out that you didn't. Big trouble."
Christi gulped. She knew about big trouble. Amy was in it now. Gurgling
noises from the chair vicinity. I had to get her out of that evil tie
soon or she was going to rip her tongue out of her mouth as her thighs
collapsed.
"What's the alternative?"
"I was thinking a nice tight hog-tie. I might gag you. You and Amy could
be a pair. But I suspect you'll be slightly more comfortable than Amy.
I'll put you on the bed."
"Oh. Hog-tie with a robe?"
"You have to be joking."
"A girl can try. I guess I'll do what you want."
"Good girl."
I rose. I could see the strain on Amy's face. Her tongue was already
almost stretched out of her mouth. The girl crying and trying her best
to control the tremors in her straining legs.
"Amy?"
She tried to say something completely unintelligible.
"Did I understand you correctly. You'd rather have your breasts whipped
with the riding crop than this?"
"ahhhhh."
Verbal interaction just wasn't going to work.
"Amy. I can't understand you." A quick look crossed her pain filled
face. One of those then-take-this-gag-off-me-you-moron looks. "I want
you to wiggle your left foot if you want the breast whipping."
Confusion crossed her face. Not a fair question. But she knew that she
was going to have permanent damage to her tongue if she didn't do
something. She winced as she struggled to wiggle her left foot. The
movement transferring along the rope to her tongue.
"Amy. I'm going to whip you until I'm tired. And then Christi is going
to whip you twice every fifteen minutes while I'm gone. One blow has to
hit your nipples every fifteen minutes."
I heard a faint, "Oh God." from Christi's direction.
"Still want the breast whipping?"
She struggled with her pain, and then wiggled her left foot again.
Pulling against her toes and her tongue. Panting.
I brought up the knife and in one swift movement severed the cord
connecting her toes through the eyebolt to her tongue. Her tongue
snapped back into her mouth audibly. She winced as the clamp connected
with her teeth. She cried out as her feet hit the floor suddenly having
their support released. After the initial pain, and uncramping of her
thigh muscles, she sighed in relief. She wiggled her tongue, wanting out
of the clamp. I wasn't sure that I wanted her out of that torture.
"You want out of this?" I lifted her tongue by the clamp.
She nodded vigorously.
"When is the next time you are going to disobey my orders?"
She shook her head. Pleading in her eyes.
"If I take that thing off you, will you behave?"
Nod.
"I'm going to hit you. You know that don't you?"
A nod. Fear in her eyes.
"And if I take this thing off you, I want you to thank me for the
whipping, beg for the next stroke and count them off. Can you do that?"
Real fear. Not sure that she could do it, but wanting that tongue clamp
off more. A hesitant nod.
"Will you give your father a blow job?"
Real fear. Tears springing to her eyes. Wanting her tongue out. I'm sure
it hurt beyond my comprehension. But knowing that she just couldn't do
that to get the evil thing off. She finally shook her head. Tears really
flowing. At least she was honest. The girl still hadn't learned that I
could make her do it, if I wanted to. So refusing to do anything was
next to useless. Might as well say yes early and save yourself pain. But
she refused, not knowing any better. I took it to mean that she wouldn't
do that to save herself the tongue pain. Provided she had a choice. In
this case she did. I wasn't interested in making her have sex with her
father. At least not yet. I could always force her to do it later if I
wanted.
I reached forward and began to loosen the restraint on her tongue. After
it fell free, she ever so slowly retracted her sore tongue into her
mouth. Letting her saliva moisten the bruised organ.
"Fank-you," she mumbled/lisped. Squirming in the ropes. Especially the
bare feet. Probably uncomfortable with the toe cord.
"Keep in mind that I can put it back on you if you don't do everything I
ask."
She just nodded in misery.
I retrieved the riding crop from the dresser. Christi's eyes opened. She
was wondering how much the poor girl was going to be able to take. I was
wondering the same thing. I'd put her through a lot for so early in the
morning. For her anyway.
I looked at the girl. She looked like she was in shell shock. Working
her tongue around her mouth. Still crying a little; pulling at her
restraints.
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Without warning, I brought the crop down across Amy's inviting breasts.
She cried out softly, and tried to move her body. Her bare feet pushing
at the ground. The chair holding her steady. The ropes around her torso
holding her so she couldn't even move her breasts an inch. The blow
through the sweater and the underlying bra couldn't have been very
severe.
I looked at the woman for a moment. Finally turned to Christi, still
kneeling on the floor.
"Christi?"
"Yes sir," came the reluctant reply.
"Wasn't Amy supposed to do something?"
"Oh God. She had to count and beg for the next."
Amy clued in. "Oh God. I'm sorry. Please don't punish me. Oh God. One.
You've hit me once. Oh God. Please."
"Shush." I spoke sharply to Amy, and surprised she snapped her mouth
shut.
I turned back to Christi.
"I was almost sure that she had agreed to do that to be free of the
tongue thing. Do you think I should put that back on her?"
"Oh God. Please no. I'll behave. I'll count. I'll beg. I'll do whatever
you want. Not the tongue. God, that hurt." Amy resumed her begging from
the chair.
I turned to the begging girl. "Didn't I tell you to hush? This
discussion doesn't concern you."
Amy looked frightened. The expression on her frightened face said, "Whoa
there. It's my tongue you're talking about. It concerns me." But she
obeyed. Having to struggle not to beg further.
"Christi?"
"Oh God. Don't ask me. Please. I. I don't know the right answer.
Please."
"Doesn't she deserve to get the tongue clamp back?"
Amy moaned but managed to keep quiet.
Christi, tears brimming in her eyes replied, "I guess so."
I nodded. "I think she deserves it as well."
I turned to Amy. "What do you think, wench?"
"Oh God. Can I talk?"
I nodded.
"Please. Don't punish me. Oh God. I'll do what you want. I just forgot.
It wasn't that I was resisting. Honest. Please have mercy. I just
forgot."
"Amy. Relax."
"Oh please. What are you going to do to me. Not the tongue thing.
Please. I can't take that any more. It hurts. Oh god."
"Amy. Do you think you deserve to have this back on you?" I picked up
the discarded clamp.
"Oh God. Please no."
"Do you deserve it?"
"No. I'll be good. I swear it. I'll count and beg like you want. Just
don't put that on me." A light went on in her head. "How can I count and
beg if you put that on me? You want to hear me scream and beg, don't
you?"
The girl had a good point there.
"Okay. I'll give you a choice again."
"Not again."
"You have the option. I can put up with you screaming through this
thing. So I'll give you a choice. We can give you the whipping without
the benefit of the sweater. Or you can have the tongue clip back."
"What kind of choice is that? I hurt more either way."
"Yup. Should have remembered your deal, I guess."
"Oh God."
"Which or I'll choose."
Actually the girl hadn't lost anything. Unless she chose the tongue
clamp. I was going to bare her chest as I went anyway.
"Oh God. Not the tongue thing. It hurts too much."
"So you want me to hit you without your sweater?"
"Oh my God."
"Tell me."
"Please don't make me do this." I just looked at her. "Oh God. Alright.
I want you to hit me without my sweater in the way. Please don't put the
tongue thing on me. Please."
I picked back up the knife. I watched as Amy tried to shy away.
Something about being completely helpless and having someone with a
knife approaching you.
I reached towards her chest and gathered the material at her right
breast and pulled it away from her. With the knife I cut a ragged hole
in the material of her sweater. She gasped as her bra encased breast
became visible through the hole. Her nipple was clearly visible through
the bra. I traced it with my finger.
I put down the knife across her thighs. She'd have to be a little
cautious how much she moved or it would get knocked off, with the
resulting danger of it hitting her bare feet on the way down.
I picked back up the crop. Amy braced herself for the blow. I brought
the instrument down across both breasts. The sweater taking a good
portion of the blow across her left breast, but the bra providing little
protection for her right one.
"Ahhhhhhhh. God. That hurts. Please no more. God please no more."
The pain, must have jolted her memory again. No count. No begging for
the next one. No thank-you.
Without even consulting with the girls, I gathered up the knife and
repeated the sweater trick on her left breast. Now, there was no real
protection for either breast. Just the satin of her bra. Amy's eyes
widened as she watched me remove the fabric from her left breast as
well. Her eye's questioning until it dawned on her.
"Oh God. I'm sorry. I. Christ. Two. It hurt so much. Oh God. It hurt.
Please no more. You have no idea how much that thing hurts."
I turned to Christi. "Christi, can you go get a glass of water, cold,
from the kitchenette? And tell those other two that after they finish
cleaning up to cuff themselves and wait for me on their knees in the
living area."
I saw a questioning look flash over Christi's face. She was probably
wondering what the heck I wanted with a glass of cold water. But she
kept her opinions to herself. Maybe I was just thirsty.
"Amy. Darling. You have to remember to count or this will just keep
getting worse. And, don't forget the thank-you and the begging for the
next one. I know it's hard, but it is part of your punishment. You know
this."
"Oh Christ, it hurts. You are such a bastard."
"Wasn't it your mouth that got you into this chair in the first place?"
"God, I'm sorry. Truly. I'll be good. Please. God, I wish I'd just eaten
that damn cereal. Damn."
Without warning, I brought the crop down across her breasts again. I
don't think it hit the nipples but she certainly screamed.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh. God. Two. I mean three. Oh god. Christ. My tits. That.
Fucking. Hurts." She managed to gasp out. Her chest heaving in the
ropes.
Christi had just returned with the glass of water.
"Amy. Amy. Amy."
"Oh God. What have I done now? Please have mercy on me."
"Don't you remember what else you are supposed to do?"
"Oh Christ. No. My mind. It's just the pain. Please."
Christi spoke up. "Amy. Honey. Please try to remember. Thank him as
well. And beg for the next one. I can't watch this."
"Oh God. Please. I can't do that. Please don't make me thank you for
this. It hurts so fucking much. Oh God."
I picked up the glass of water. Tested it with my finger. Freezing cold.
I casually tossed the water against her chest. Amy screamed as the cold
water hit her bra enclosed breasts. Soaking the remaining sweater. The
shock of the cold water surprising her more than hurting her. Her
nipples instantly became more erect. Poking through the now sheer fabric
of her bra. Almost in the same motion I brought the crop down on her
breasts again. This time the blow was magnified by the wet fabric
covering her breasts. I ensured that this blow caught at least one of
those perky nipples.
"Oh Jesus. My tits. Oh my God." She was gasping for breath. Crying out
her pain. "OWOWOWOWOOWOWO. Ohhhh. God. Four. I think that's four. Oh
Jesus. No more. The pain." Her breasts heavily despite the close
restraint. "Oh God. I can't do this. Thank-you. Oh my God. I can't do
this."
"Amy, I'll cut off the rest of the bra."
"You will anyway, you bastard."
"Probably. Eventually. But I won't put that tongue thing back on you
unless you can't follow orders."
"Oh God. You bastard, son-of-a-bitch. Please hit me again. Hit my tits
again."
"If you insist."
I brought the crop down again against both orbs. Amy screamed again.
Begging and pleading for mercy. Finally remembering.
"F-four. I mean five. Please don't punish me any more. I'm sorry. I'll
never do it again. I'll do anything you want. No more on my poor tits.
God it hurts. Oh God. Thank-you. Oh please. Hit me again. Please god let
him get tired of this. Please don't hit me."
Again across the nipples.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Argh. God. Christ. Fuck. Shit. Hell. I can't take
any more. You're going to damage me forever. Oh God it hurts. My tits.
Please no more. Six. Oh my god that was only six. Thank-you, you fucked
up bastard. My poor tits. Please no more. Oh God. I can't. Please, hit
me again. I can't take it, but hit me again. You bastard."
I leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, stopping her babbling. She,
not being able to do anything else, returned the kiss.
"Oh God. Please stop hitting me. I'll do anything you want. I'll never
talk back again. I'll strip, happily for you. I'll crawl forever. You
can hang me upside down and crop my ass. I'll fuck you. I'll do
anything. Just no more on my tits. You can even put that tongue thing on
me. God. It didn't hurt this much. God."
"You'll give your father a blow job?"
"Gladly. Please no more."
She must have been in some serious pain. Jane has been the only girl
that has been able to take more blows to her breasts. And probably only
because of the masochistic side effects of the punishment. I decided
that this was as far as I could take Amy without her just falling into
insanity. Or passing out. And I didn't want to take this that far.
I kissed her again. She kissed back. Anything not to feel the crop on
her chest again.
"Amy. I'm not going to make you do your father. Not now anyway."
"Oh God. Thank God."
I reached forward and cut out a good portion of the still wet fabric of
her bra cups. Exposing the bare skin of her breasts. Goosebumps and red
welts. Interesting combination. I ran the knife carefully over her erect
nipples. Amy watched with fear in her eyes, trying to shrink back away
from the blade. Crying out as the sharp edge touched her exposed
nipples. But I was careful not to cut her.
"Please no more. My poor tits can't take any more."
"You realize that I could cut these things off if I wanted." I traced
the nipple with my index finger. She shuddered and turned very pale.
"Oh God. Please. Hit me again if you have to. Don't cut me. Oh God."
"You know that I could make you beg me to cut your nipples? Don't you?"
"Oh God. Yes. Please. God."
"Where would you like me to hit you, instead?"
"My thighs. My stomach. My face. The bottom of my feet." She lifted her
legs at this suggestion. "My ass. My back. Anything but my tits. No
more. Please."
"Amy. Relax. I'm not going to hit you again. You've got a fifteen minute
respite and then Christi is going to hit you. Not as hard as I did. One
on the nipples and one somewhere else. Her discretion. If you can
convince her to hit you somewhere else for the second blow, that's fine.
You don't have to count or beg her, unless I'm around. Okay?"
"Oh God. Please no more. I've learned my lesson."
I was pretty sure she had, but this afternoon was still going to be
memorable. We'd make sure that she never forgot it.
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I walked over the where Christi was kneeling and crouched down.
"You actually going to hit her while I'm gone?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Not really. I'll make a judgment call depending on the state of her
nipples on whether you've done your job. If you haven't hit her, or not
hard enough then you know the consequences. I wouldn't fall asleep if I
were you. If she doesn't beg to be hit somewhere else, land both strokes
on her breasts. Understand?"
"Oh God. Haven't you done enough to her? She's hurt. Believe me. She's
hurt. She's learned her lesson. She'll never dare it again. Even you
must be able to see that."
"Christi. Dear. She was broken after I threatened her father. And if
not, certainly after the tongue thing. The point is, I want her to never
forget this. And she won't. Her breasts are going to be too sore to
forget for days."
"God. You are planning on keeping us forever. Aren't you?"
"I told you. Until I tire of you. And that ain't likely to happen in the
next couple of days. Now, be a good girl and get a robe and a pair of
handcuffs."
She didn't need to be told twice. She scampered to her bare feet and
practically ran to the bathroom, picking up a pair of handcuffs along
the way. The things were scattered about the suite. She returned moments
later carrying a white courtesy bathrobe and handcuffs.
"Please, can I put it on?" A look of sheer anticipation on her face. She
hadn't had a scrap of clothing on, unless you counted ropes and chains,
in three solid days. I suspect that she would have agreed to anything to
be allowed even this skimpy protection.
I reminded myself that she'd been good today, and I wouldn't be around
for a couple of hours anyway. It wouldn't really matter if I allowed her
clothes. She just might be even more cooperative if I gave her small
rewards from time to time. I nodded slowly.
Like a little girl, she shrugged into the garment. The sleeves only
reached to her elbows and the hem of the robe was short, falling just to
the middle of her thighs. She was a tall for a girl, but not
exceptionally tall. Looking at her, I couldn't imagine her answering the
door for room service in that thing. But, I wasn't about to complain.
The shorter; the better as far as I was concerned. And she seemed
thrilled to have anything to cover her nudity. I stopped her just before
she belted it closed around herself.
"No belt."
I reached forward and pulled the white belt from the loops on the
garment. Her face registered disappointment but not surprise. I guess
she knew that that was likely to happen. Can't blame a girl for trying.
She knew that if she sat, she'd be able to arrange the white terrycloth
to cover herself anyway. And she knew that the only time she'd have to
stand was every fifteen minutes to hit Amy while I was gone.
"Please, I don't need to be handcuffed," she pleaded as I grasped her
right wrist and began to apply the steel. "I can make a more accurate
swing. Please."
I just looked into her earnest face. I guess I couldn't blame them for
trying. She saw that she wasn't going to get anywhere with this fight
and meekly raised her other arm to make it easier for me to cuff her.
Satisfied with the cloth draping her body. Partially hiding her. Once
she was secured into the cuffs, I led her out into the living area.
Jane and Elizabeth were kneeling, facing each other in the middle of the
living area. They had used handcuffs to secure their hands behind them.
They were quietly talking as we entered. Their faces turned to us,
surprise registering in Jane's face as she noted the robe that Christi
was wearing. Perhaps some jealousy. Strange to think that this girl
could get jealous of another woman because she had a bathrobe partially
on. Their lives had changed so much. I'm surprised any of them were
sane. And I wasn't surprised that Amy had gone over the edge for a
while. But she was currently suffering for her temporary insanity. And
the other girls, especially Christi knew it.
"To your feet."
Jane and Elizabeth struggled to their bare feet. I walked forward,
leaving Christi standing by the hallway, and placed a collar on
Elizabeth. Jane was still wearing hers that I'd placed around her throat
so long ago. I picked up some leashes from the pack and attached them to
their collars. They didn't look happy about it, but were afraid to say
anything. I pressed the pack into Elizabeth's fingers behind her back
and guided the girls to the door.
I turned to Christi. "Remember your instructions. And be prepared to
lose that robe when I return. Enjoy it while you can." She nodded. Tears
brimming in her eyes. Perhaps knowing that she was going to lose the
clothing. Perhaps not wanting to go back and torture Amy. Maybe both. I
watched as she walked to the sofa and sat down. A look of pleasure
replacing the tears as she worked with her bound hands to arrange the
skimpy bathrobe to cover her bareness. It worked rather well. She
actually looked very attractive curled up on the couch, mostly buried in
the folds of the terrycloth. I'd never seen her in clothing of any sort.
Having taken her three days ago; her having the misfortune of being nude
at the time the world stopped. Perhaps I'd start allowing them some
clothes once in a while. Seeing what they looked like. Amy had looked
nice in her sweater and jeans as well. And the clothes were certainly
fun to cut off their bodies. Christi smiled at me and waved her bound
hands at me. Urging me to leave. Probably looking forward to some
privacy. And not bound uncomfortably. Must have seemed like heaven to
the captive girl.
I guided Jane and Elizabeth slowly out of the hotel. Back down the
stairs and out the lobby. When we reached the street, Jane tugged on the
leash to get my attention.
I turned around. I had them following me and Elizabeth almost ran into
me. I gave Jane a dirty look and she paled. Not quite knowing how to
appease me.
"Please. Master."
"Jane."
"Oh God. Please, can a girl speak without punishment? Oh God."
She must have been pretty desperate about something to bother me in my
current mood.
"Alright," I replied to her.
"Please. Master. In private?" A quick glance at Elizabeth who began to
move ahead on the sidewalk. I just stopped her with a pull on her leash.
"Jane. You don't have the right to privacy. Remember?"
"Oh God. Please. Oh God. I tried to stop her. We didn't have anything to
do with it. Please don't take it out on us. Oh God. Please." She thought
that I was being harsh with her because of Amy's actions. I actually
hadn't intended that, but perhaps she was right.
I relented. She seemed really upset. And I didn't particularly want to
push this girl to rebellion. I'd had enough of that today. She probably
wouldn't have pushed the matter under the circumstances, but I suspect
all three girls were traumatized by what had happened with Amy. I was a
bit uncertain about their moods. Better to go easy on them for the next
couple of hours, until the shock wore off. I guess I could have been
cruel, but that could have been self-defeating. I couldn't really think
of any good reason not to grant her a bit of privacy.
"Elizabeth. Would you mind wandering off up ahead a little?"
"Gladly," came her quick reply. I released her leash and she scampered
on up ahead, out of earshot. She'd expect the same courtesy from Jane if
she had wanted some privacy as well. The girls did tend to treat each
other with respect. Maybe to compensate for my treatment of them.
"Now. Why did you stop this little procession?"
"Please. Master. Th-this slave was just curious where we were going?"
"And you risked my anger for that?"
She paled. "Please. I. This slave. Please, don't punish this slave."
I didn't quite understand this. The girls were frightened. Badly. And
Jane had stopped me for this? Didn't compute. She wanted privacy. And
she'd fallen into slave talk. The light began to dawn on me. Slave talk.
She wanted something. Something she was embarrassed about. Something she
didn't want the other girls to know about. She just didn't quite know
how to ask. It was almost as if she'd been considering this for some
time. Whatever the request was. And now that it was the time to voice
it, she was having second thoughts. Punishment? Didn't make sense.
Nobody in their right minds, not even Jane at the height of her
masochism, would want punishment from me while I was in this kind of
mood. I was still brooding over Amy. Though, I was calm enough. Still
she didn't seem anxious for any abuse. Trying to be subservient. Trying
to keep me in a decent mood. This wasn't the actions of a girl *wanting*
punishment. Sex? Was she turned on by my treatment of Amy? By her fear?
By Amy's small rebellion? I hadn't seen any indication of this kind of
response before. And she'd only ever asked for sex in the past after I'd
pushed all her buttons. Practically forced her to ask for release.
Didn't make sense. I guess I'd have to let her get around to things her
own way. Be patient. Not one of my more advanced qualities.
"Jane. I'm just not in the mood for games. What do you want?"
"Master. Oh God. It's hard. Th-this slave is frightened."
"Calm down. I won't punish you. It's alright. Whatever it is."
"But Amy. And you were so angry. You weren't showing it, but you were.
And that frightens us females. After all, you control us. It could have
been any one of us. Please." She moved her body in towards me. Pressing
herself to me. Rubbing her bare breasts against me. I, like any
heterosexual male, reacted. My demeanor softened. She certainly knew
what buttons to press on me too. Slave talk and using her body to her
advantage. She didn't have much at her disposal, but she used whatever
she had. And I'm ashamed to admit, it mostly worked.
"Jane. Calm down. Really. I'm not angry at any of you. I've taken care
of Amy. By the time we get back, we'll be fine. She'll be really scared
of me, but she'll be alright. Promise."
"You're not angry at this slave? Truly?"
"Truly." I kissed her head. "Now what is it that you risked your
beautiful hide for? Must be pretty important to you."
"Truthfully? This slave was just worried. She was frightened of the
silent treatment. You weren't talking to your slaves. She was afraid
that you were going to punish us as well, and we didn't deserve it. And
she was worried about you a little. Worried that you were going insane
as well."
I kissed her head again. "Is that all? I won't punish you for what Amy
did. You know that. I may be frightfully unfair to you, but even I
wouldn't do that. Is that all?" Taking my anger out on the other girls
would be dangerous. At least this time. Overall, it's probably not good
to discipline any of them in anger. Make mistakes that way. Go too far.
If I'd truly been angry with Amy, I'd have frozen her and dealt with her
after I cooled off. But I actually, kind of, understood her actions. I
really wasn't all that heated about the incident. I'd been expecting it.
Just not from her. I'd figured Jane to be the one strong enough to brave
it.
I watched her body. I could tell that she still wanted something. She
couldn't disguise it. Her body language was screaming it at me. Her face
was a mask of indecision. Wanting to ask me for something and not
wanting to. Maybe ashamed that she even had to ask me? Perhaps, knowing
that this was her only chance, if she was going to ask me. At least in
any semblance of privacy. It was damn unlikely that I'd send Elizabeth
on ahead again, if I even allowed Jane the opportunity to talk to me
again. The girls knew that I was pretty good as ignoring them, if I
wasn't in the mood to talk.
I pressed a little. "Janey. If that's all, we're going to catch up with
Elizabeth. Okay?"
"My family," she managed to blurt out.
The penny dropped. But I was surprised that she'd want to even bring
them up. Would have thought that she would want me to keep as clear of
them as possible. After all, she was bound to me because of her
agreement with me to leave them alone.
"What about them?"
"Please. Master. Oh God. I can't do this. Kimberly." Jane began to cry.
Big tears streaming down her face. She was still close to me, looking up
into my face. She sagged against me. Her indecision over.
"What's the matter, Janey?" Though by now, I think I suspected the
problem. I'd left her family bound. Mostly nude. In that mall. And I
hadn't released them from the timeline. Jane had seen the state that
Kimberly was in after being left for days. Dehydrated. Hungry.
Suffering. And knew that her family was probably suffering the same
fate. On the other hand, she had seen how I tormented Kimberly. Forcing
her into such pain and humiliation, despite her suffering. Not wanting
to subject her sister, her mother, and her father to more pain. Caught
between a rock and a hard place.
"Master? Please. This slave knows that her family is suffering. It's
been a couple of days. No food. No water. Please. They'll die. And she
knows what it's like. Bound for eternity. The muscles. They hurt. Oh
God. Please."
"Let me get this straight. You *want* to go back to the mall?"
"Oh God. This slave doesn't. It would kill her to see her family like
that. She begs that you don't take her inside to see her family like
that. She wants to see her family. But not in pain. Please, don't make
her go. Please."
"So you want me to go? Alone?"
"Oh God. Please. I. This slave doesn't know. Please don't hurt them." A
spark of a memory. "You said that I ... I mean ... this slave could earn
their release. Haven't I? Hasn't she earned it? She's been good. She's
done everything her master asked. She's tried so hard to be good. Oh
God."
"Why should I care whether your family is in pain or not?"
"You shouldn't. Your slave cares. They don't need to suffer. Oh God.
Please. Just return them."
"Assuming that I listen to you. And I free them. What do I get out of
the deal? What's guaranteeing your continued ... ahhh ... service?"
I think that the slave talk abandoned her in her agitation. I was
surprised that she'd managed to keep it up as long as she had. I think
it was some kind of record.
"Oh God. I'll do anything you want. I'll crawl. I'll l-let you rape me.
I'll beg you for anything. Please. I can't stand thinking about them. So
thirsty. So tortured. Please. I'll do whatever you want."
"Jane. You'll do whatever I want anyway."
"Oh God. Please. What can I offer you?" Tears were running down her
face. Desperate. "You can whip me until I pass out. I won't complain. I.
I won't scream. You can have my body for whatever you want."
"Jane. That's not necessary. And I could make you do everything but not
scream. And if I didn't want to hear you, I could tape your mouth. You
know that."
"Oh God. I'm begging you." She dropped to her knees on the sidewalk.
Face a mask of misery. Pressing her bare body to my jeans. "It wouldn't
be the same. Knowing that you were hitting me and I was controlling the
screams. For you. Please. Master. I'm yours forever. Just, have some
compassion. Let my family go. I'll do anything. Anything."
I thought about it for a moment. Trying to come up with something
suitably distasteful to subject her to in return for this. Truthfully, I
was planning on dealing with her family soon anyway. I couldn't keep
them that way without them dying. And that wasn't necessary. Though
overall, it didn't really matter. Jane knew that as well, but I suppose
the reality of things just don't matter when it's loved ones. No matter
if they won't remember the suffering, they are feeling it here and now.
And that hurt Jane as well. Knowing it.
"Jane? I'll swing a deal with you. I'll give you part of what you want."
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"Please. Master. Have pity on a poor slave."
"Jane. Feet." She awkwardly rose to her bare feet. "I've got an idea how
you can earn their release."
"Oh God. I ... This slave isn't usually fond of your ideas. Please just
let them go. You've tortured them enough."
"Jane."
"Oh God. Okay. I ... This slave said that she'll do anything and she
will."
"That whipping without screaming sounded interesting."
"Oh God. Please no. I don't know if I can do it."
"Why'd you offer then?"
"Oh God. I had nothing else to offer. Please don't make me do that.
Please."
"So then you aren't offering me anything."
Confusion laced her face. I watched as she sorted out the implications.
"Please. I'll do anything you want. You can whip me. Hard. Anytime you
want. I'll try. I'll do my best not to scream. Oh God. I don't know if I
can do it. But I'll try. Please."
"Alright. But that's not all I want from you."
She looked at me, tears in her eyes. "You want me to go into the mall as
well."
Sharp girl. "Yup."
"And not just as an observer." Really sharp. "Oh God. You're going to
torment them. You are going to make me torment them. Aren't you? What
are you going to do to them?"
"Now, it wouldn't be any fun if I told, now would it? But in the end,
I'll let them go. The suffering will be temporary. At least for them."
"Oh God. Please don't do this. Just let them go."
"Jane. Here's the deal. I'm going to ask you to do some things that you
are going to absolutely abhor doing. You won't want to do them. You can
beg, but understand that you will have to do them in the end. Clear?"
"Will you let them go? Will you return them to the frozen state? Where
none of this will have ever happened? They'll forget what I ... this
slave ... had to do for you?"
I nodded. "Only you, me and Elizabeth will ever know what you had to
do."
"You are a monster. What's the alternative? Them dying? What happens
when they die? Do they go back to the frozen state? Or are they gone?"
"I really don't know." I was actually lying. I was pretty sure that if
they died they would just magically return to the point at which they
left their prime timeline when I decided to restart the world. To make
everything smooth, it had to work that way. Able to resume their lives
as though the secondary timeline had never existed. But it had never
been tested. This is why I had to be careful of the girls. If I did have
to kill to prevent other problems, I would lose them. I'd have to
recapture them. And except for Christi and Jane, it was unlikely that
I'd bother. Luckily the girls didn't know that. Might be smart enough to
use it to their advantage. Place me in a position where I had to kill
them. I'm actually surprised that none of them had tried it yet. Or
maybe that was what Amy was trying? Silly, considering that she'd just
reform in the living room where I originally found her, making it a
simple matter to take her again. But she didn't know that.
"You don't know? You bastard. And you are playing with their lives? Our
lives?"
"Jane. Come on. You want to do this? Or not?"
"God. I'm sorry. I said I'll do anything and I will. Just let them go.
Okay?"
I nodded and kissed the top of her head. Her body wracked with her
sobbing. Dreading what I would do with my power over her.
"Come on. We've got things to do." I pulled gently on her leash and
aimed her up towards where Elizabeth was sitting on a car, quietly
waiting for us. It was actually a curious sight. This naked, bound woman
idly sitting on the hood on a taxi. Under other circumstances, that taxi
would be dashing along like a maniac. But here, now, the same car was
frozen in the middle of the street. Driver frozen giving somebody the
finger. And none of them, the driver, not the passengers aware of the
handcuffed, nude redhead perched comfortably on the hood of the taxi.
Never would be aware of it. And Elizabeth, unselfconsciously sitting
cross legged. Enjoying the morning sun. Head tilted back. Hair cascading
down her bare back. If I only had a camera.
When we reached Elizabeth, I picked up the pack lying on the ground. I
rooted through it, finding a pair of bright red ball gags. Jane's eyes
widened when she saw what I had. Then she closed her eyes.
"Why?" she asked me. Pleading in her voice.
"Part of your deal."
"I don't remember making this a part of the deal."
"Anything. Remember?"
"Oh God. Why Elizabeth?" Noting that I had two gags.
"Because I feel like it."
Elizabeth was just watching the exchange with fear and confusion.
Slipping her body off the hood of the taxi.
"Oh God." But Jane stopped and opened her mouth obediently. I made her
stand like that for a moment and then stepped forward, pressing the ball
in behind her teeth. She moaned a bit at the intrusion, but accepted it
as I reached behind her head and tightened the strap. I turned to
Elizabeth. She'd seen what I'd done to Jane and was shaking her head.
Not wanting the gag. Understandably.
"Please no. Why? I haven't done anything." She was backing away from me.
"Elizabeth. I just want you two quiet for a while."
"We'll be silent. We won't talk. I swear it. You don't need ..."
"I know I don't have to do this. I want to. Your faces look so pretty
with the gag in. I'll take it out soon. I promise."
"Oh God. Please no."
"Liz. Come on. You don't want worse things, do you?"
"Please. I haven't done anything. I've been good. I'll be quiet.
Please."
I stepped up to the frightened girl. "Are you going to disobey?" I
stroked her arm, reassuringly.
Tears running down her face, she shook her head. Closing her eyes, as
though to shut out the sight of the ball, she tensed herself and opened
her mouth. I gently pressed the ball behind her teeth. I don't think
that Elizabeth had even seen anyone gagged before, much less felt it
herself. I could tell that she was struggling not to push the intrusion
out with her tongue. I secured the thing into her mouth and she moaned.
Pleading with her eyes for me to remove it.
Instead, I picked up their leashes and gave them a brisk swat on the
ass. Indicating that they should walk ahead of me. Their muffled squeals
echoing off the buildings.
After a while, the women stopped shaking their heads, trying to dislodge
the balls occupying their mouths. Finally accepting their position, they
merely walked in silence where I guided them. Perhaps thankful that they
weren't crawling along as I'd forced them to do last time they traveled
this route. In an hour or so, we arrived at the mall. I could see Jane's
body alternately tensing and then almost struggling forward against the
leash as we got closer to our destination. I presume the changes in
demeanor was due to her mind switching between excitement at seeing her
family again and realization at what was going to happen when she did.
When we arrived at the mall, I had the women sit down on the curb
outside of the mall entrance. About where I'd released Catherine and the
BMW ride. I sort of regretted losing that car. It was nice. A lot nicer
than the Toyota. Though, I'm not usually partial to BMW's. It was
comfortable. But I suppose, if I bent myself to the task, I could easily
pick up another.
The girls thankfully sat down. Breathing heavily through their noses.
Chests displaying their fantastic bared breasts. Heaving and a bit damp
from perspiration. The women were unable to prevent the drool from
falling from around their gags. I didn't find the drooling particularly
attractive, but the gags weren't going to be in much longer anyway. The
women, trying their best to plead through the muzzles.
Wiggling their bare toes. Still breathing heavily. Their feet probably
sore from having to walk barefoot on the hard surface of the roads and
sidewalks. Perhaps on the return trip I'd allow them to walk part of the
way on the grass.
On impulse, I reached for Jane's legs and guided them up into my lap.
She looked curiously at me. Not quite sure what I was going to do.
Resisting a bit, but not quite daring to stop me. I pressed my thumbs
into the soles of her feet. They were a bit dusty, but not as dirty as I
would have imagined after having walked for miles barefoot. I guess I'd
have to let her shower again when we got back, or at least wash her
feet. Jane moaned at the unexpected kindness. With her hands immobilized
behind her back, she couldn't massage her own feet and I could tell that
they were bothering her. I almost asked her jokingly if she'd prefer to
crawl to give her feet a rest. I resisted the impulse. I'd been cruel
enough to her with the gag and all. After working on Jane's feet for a
few minutes I guided Elizabeth's feet and repeated the procedure.
Elizabeth, seeing what happened to Jane, was far less hesitant about
bringing her feet up. Even helped me by raising her legs one at a time
into position. Oblivious, or not caring anymore, about the show she gave
me. The girls had given up on privacy. If I wanted to see their bodies,
I would. That's all there was to it. They simply didn't have the right
any longer as to who saw and touched their bodies. Their bodies were
essentially mine. To do with as I pleased. The tired girl flushed, and
moaned a bit through her gag as my fingers pressed into her feet. I had
a sudden impulse to tickle her, but resisted. She too had been through
enough in the torment department with that gag.
I released Elizabeth's toes and touched the girls' arms, indicating that
they should rise again. Elizabeth pleaded with her eyes. The girls
really wanted those gags off. I looked at her with a puzzled look on my
face. She actually stamped her foot in frustration. I don't think I've
ever actually seen a girl do that. It was kind of cute.
She leaned forward and rubbed her mouth on my arm. Trying her best to
beg for me to take it out. I just looked at her quizzically. "Elizabeth?
What's up?"
"Urg." she managed to mumble around the gag. Stroking my arm with her
head. Trying to make me understand.
"You want something?" I asked her. Hardly being able to maintain a
straight face.
She nodded her head vigorously. I'll bet she wanted something.
"I wonder what?" I teased her. Her face fell as she realized that she
was going to have to endure some humiliation before I took the thing out
of her mouth. If I took it out. She just looked at me. Her eyes
beginning to form tears. Her face fell and her body fell to her knees.
Classic begging stance. Despite the fact that there was no indication
that I would remove the thing from her mouth, she had to try. Struggling
to ignore the humiliation of begging.
"She wants something?" I talked almost to myself. Maddening the
tormented female at my feet.
Nodding.
"She wants to be punished?"
A big shake of her head.
"She wants to crawl instead of walk?"
Another big shake of her head.
"She wants to beg?"
A slow nod.
"Beg for what? Sex? She wants to have sex with me?"
I watched as her face fell into confusion. I could tell just what was
going through her mind. Would having sex with me get me to take that gag
out? Should she agree to it? Or tell the truth and tell me that she
didn't want sex, but just wanted the gag out? Hard decision when all you
can do is nod or shake your head. I was actually curious how she was
going to answer. After a moment, she very slowly shook her head.
"She doesn't want to have sex with me? That's strange. I was planning on
removing the gag so she could use her mouth if she did. I guess that's
not it."
She realized her mistake. Truthfully, she couldn't help but make a
mistake. I was going to torment her no matter what her answer was. She
mewled behind the gag and shuffled forward on her bare knees. Probably
scraping them on the sidewalk. She just looked up at me from her knees,
tears running down her helpless face and nodded. Trying to tell me that
she would have sex with me to get the gag out.
I chose to interpret it differently. I was being a bastard. Had her
mouth been free, she probably would have told me that too.
"You want sex, now? But not with me? Who then? Jane?"
A shake of her head. Still crying.
"This is so damn confusing. You don't want sex. Then you want it. Then
you don't. Silly female. Typical though."
She just hung her head in defeat and sobbed.
I spoke down to her kneeling form. "Elizabeth?"
She raised her face.
"Sweetheart. I don't understand you."
She managed to stop the crying and gave me one of those famous faces
that females can do so well. One of those
you'd-understand-me-if-you-took-this- damn-gag-out-of-my-stupid-mouth
looks. I'd seen this face before. She tried her best to speak around the
gag. The words just not being formed in any intelligible way. The ball
tangling her tongue and muffling the sounds. As she realized the
futility of her situation, her frustration got the better of her and the
tears began again. She struggled with the handcuffs. Wanting so much to
be able to take the gag off herself. Her face a mask of frustration,
pain and helplessness.
I just couldn't keep a straight face any longer. I almost laughed as I
said to the tormented girl, "Maybe it would help if I took this thing
out." I touched the ball wedged behind her teeth. She nodded. Bigtime.
I reached down and released the gag at the back of her head. She
immediately pushed the gag out with her tongue. Sighing.
"Now, what is it that you wanted to beg for?", smiling evilly at her.
She worked her mouth. It must have been *really* cramped after having
worn that thing for an hour or so. I had it in tight. And the ball
wasn't the smallest in the world. It had really stretched her jaw.
"Oh my God. You have no idea how damn uncomfortable that thing is. It's
okay for about the first five minutes. Then your jaw aches. Then it
begins to cramp. Then it just plain hurts. Please don't put that thing
in me again. I'll do whatever you want. God."
"Elizabeth? Why are you telling me this?"
"You just don't care if we're in pain do you?"
"Sometimes I like it."
"I noticed. Please. Leave it out for a while. I'll do anything for you.
I'll crawl. I'll give you the blow job you wanted." She moved her face
closer to my jeans. "Anything. I'll be quiet if you want. Just tell me.
Just. Please. No more gag."
"So. Do you think Jane's mouth is hurting too?"
A mewling noise from behind me. Jane making herself known. Probably
trying to plead through the gag. She was hurting as well. It was almost
a rhetorical question. Except I expected an answer from Elizabeth.
"Master. Please. I'll beg for her. She's in agony too. Please take it
out. Please. She's in pain. Trust me."
"But isn't that a reason to leave it in?"
"I guess. If you are punishing her."
"What if she said that she'll do anything for me and what I want is her
mouth in agony?"
"Then you're an unfeeling monster. You have no idea of how much it
hurts. You probably wouldn't do it to us if you had ever felt it.
Please. You don't need to gag her. She'll keep quiet on her own."
"If I take that gag out of her mouth, the first thing she'll do is beg
me to stay out here instead of going in the mall." I turned to Jane.
"Isn't that right?"
Her face was tear streaked. She closed her eyes and shook her head.
Probably trying to tell me that she'd be quiet if I wanted. Anything to
get that damn ball out of her mouth.
Elizabeth spoke from the ground. "Please. Master. If you are going to
keep her gagged, don't tease her. But don't you like hearing her beg?
Please. She's hurting."
I ignored Elizabeth and came close to Jane. I looked her in the face.
"Janey?" She nodded. "If I take this out, will you behave?"
She nodded. She would have behaved anyway. The girls were still
frightened.
I reached behind her head and unbuckled the leather strap. She wearily
pushed the gag out of her mouth and tried to lick the drool from her
lips.
She sighed. "A slave girl thanks her master. She'll be silent for you,
now." She sank to her knees and kept silent. Presuming that I still
didn't want her to talk. Actually I didn't care. But it was fine if she
didn't talk yet. She would talk when we entered the mall. Begging me. I
doubted if she could stop herself, unless I expressly forbade it, or
gagged her.
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I tossed the gags into the pack. I'd have to have one of the girls rinse
off the toys later. No sense in getting the whole pack of them sick by
switching around gags and stuff. Just because I was controlling a new
timeline doesn't mean that I could be careless of basic hygiene. Not a
lot of doctors wandering around. Same reason I didn't want to hurt them
too badly. Infected cuts could cause problems for me.
I helped the two girls off their knees and guided them towards the mall
entrance. Jane hesitated, as I knew she would. Wearily I turned back
towards her, knowing what was coming. I knew I should have kept her
gagged. At least until we got to her family.
"Please. Master. Can this slave speak now?"
It wasn't going to do her any good at all, but I thought it might be
entertaining to hear her beg.
"Alright."
"Th-this slave was wondering ... hoping ... that you might reconsider
taking her into this mall."
"Why's that?"
"Please. This slave is begging her master not to have to torment her
family. It's not right. Not fair. She's been a good girl. Even helped
you with the others. Please. God. Have some mercy on her."
"Your family is going to want to see you."
She looked down at herself. Collar. Leash. Bare. Hands chained behind
her. "Please. Sir. Not like this. They won't want to see me like this.
And I ... th-this slave doesn't want to see them suffering. Please. Just
return them. Have some compassion."
"You father is going to think that I hurt you. And your mother and
sister. Maybe even killed you. How am I going to convince them that you
are alright, if you aren't there."
"Oh God."
"And if you aren't there, whose going to be there to stop me from
hurting them more than I should? Who will be there to beg for them?"
"Please. Don't hurt them."
"If there's nobody around to beg me to stop, why wouldn't I just keep
hurting them?"
She just looked at me dully, defeat in her eyes. "Alright. You bastard.
I. Th-this slave will come along if you allow her. Master?"
"Yes?"
"What if they have already ..." she broke down crying unable to continue
the thought.
"Jane. They're fine. Very thirsty. Very hungry. Maybe uncomfortable. But
they'll be there. Okay?"
She nodded. Tears still rolling down her face.
I gathered up the womens' leashes and led them past the glass doors. As
I walked into the mall I heard singing. A throaty voice singing "Joy, to
the World." As Jane's bare feet crossed over the threshold and into the
mall, she stopped, bringing us to a stop. Elizabeth almost walking into
me again.
"'lainey?" she whispered. Then raising her voice. "'lainey?"
I heard a faint voice from down the mall, croaking. "Jane? Thank God.
Are you alright?"
I turned to Elizabeth.
"Lizzy?" she nodded. "I need you to find water. A fair bit of it. Bring
it to the center aisle of the mall. Can you do that?"
"Please. Master. Maybe. But my hands." I reached forward and she turned
around. I released her cuffs. "Back in front." Meekly she held out her
hands in front of her and I slipped the cuffs back onto her. I nodded to
her. She scampered away in search of water.
Jane just whispered to me, "Please. I'm begging you. Do what you want to
me, but please just let them have the water and free them. Please."
I tugged her leash and pulled her stumbling behind me. Ignoring her
plea. In moments we were in front of the suffering family. I must have
left them longer than I'd intended. Hard to keep track of time in this
timeline. I couldn't quite recall when I'd left them. They looked like
hell.
Dora, the mother, was still lying on top of Elaine, the sister. Her lips
parched. Her eyes slightly sunken. Her wrists badly chafed where the
rope held her to her elder daughter. Probably bruised her wrists trying
to free herself. Getting out of Jane's knots, though, you may as well
not bother trying. Elaine, her eyes closed looked a bit better. But
still awful dry. The father, Dave, was still sitting bound in Jane's
knots. Though he had managed to push the gag out of his mouth. His eyes
were closed as well. He appeared to be sleeping.
Dora looked up and in a raspy voice spoke. "Thank God. I thought that
you'd left us for dead."
Jane whispered to me. "Oh God. Please. Master. This slave begs to be
allowed to go to them. Please." I nodded and she scampered forward on
her bare feet. Kneeling down beside her mother and sister. Nuzzling her
mother. Unable to touch her with her hands bound behind her. They cried
a bit. Calling each other's names. Asking if they were alright. They
lied to each other telling that they were fine and not to worry. The
usual. Finally, Jane just leaned in closer to her mother's ear.
"Mom? Listen to me. He's going to give you water soon. Okay? He's just
sent Elizabeth to find some. He's going to make me do terrible things.
I'm going to let him." She choked a bit on her tears. "It was the only
way to get you out of this. Okay? He's going to let you go at the end. I
promise. All of you. Just do whatever he says. No matter what you think
of it. It will be alright. He'll hurt me. Maybe hurt you. But at least
you'll be alive. Please. For me?"
"Jane. Has he hurt you? Raped you? Is he going to let you go as well?"
"Mom. I'm going to be honest with you. He's hurt me. Not badly. He
hasn't raped me. I promise. And I don't think he'll let me go with you.
But I'll be alright. He hasn't treated me badly. As long as I obey him,
it's okay. I'm strong. I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. Worry about
Elaine and Daddy. Just do what he says and he'll let you go."
"Oh God."
I looked over my shoulder. Elizabeth was walking quickly towards me.
Concern on her face. I waited for her to approach. Jane continued
talking to her mother.
Elizabeth had come empty handed. Before I could question her, she spoke.
"Please. Sir. Don't punish me. But ..."
"Water?" I asked her.
"Please. I was trying to explain. I found water. But I c-couldn't get at
it. Please don't punish me. Oh God." She was very frightened for some
reason. Perhaps just a remainder of the Amy incident.
"Couldn't get at it?"
"I. I found a variety store back there. Please. It's not my fault. It
has a fridge at the back. Lots of bottles of water. I couldn't get at
them. I couldn't open the doors. I tried. I really tried. I even tried
to break the glass for you. I just hurt my hands. Please don't punish
me. I don't want the gag back. Please."
"Do you need your handcuffs off?"
She looked confused. "Sir?"
"Could you open the fridge if your handcuffs were off?" I was thinking
she couldn't reach the lock.
She began to cry helplessly. Shook her head. I was completely confused.
She was frightened. That I understood. She didn't want to be punished.
Was afraid of the gag. No use lying. If she couldn't open the doors with
or without the handcuffs. I'd find out. She couldn't understand herself
why she couldn't open the doors. A seemingly simple task.
"Calm down, Elizabeth. Stay here."
I walked back to Jane, still talking and crying softly with her mother.
"Janey? I have a problem here. I have to leave for a minute. Come here."
"Oh God. They need water. Please."
"I'm trying to get some water. You have to come with me for a second."
She climbed to her feet. Still babbling. "Please. My father. He passed
out a while ago. A few hours. Mom hasn't been able to wake him. Please
can we see if he's alright. Oh God." The girl was starting to get
hysterical. I wasn't too surprised. I knew it was a risk if I wanted to
involve Jane in this. I gently slapped her face. Not hard. Just to bring
her back to reality. Dora moaned, but Jane just snapped back. She'd been
through worse than a light slap. Much worse. "Oh God. I'm sorry. But my
father. Please."
"Alright. Alright. Just come with me."
Jane looked over her shoulder at her bound family, but allowed me to
guide her a little way away. Nearer Elizabeth. I walked her to a large
support pillar that stood in the middle of the mall. I fished a short
length of chain out of the pack and wrapped it around the pillar. Using
a padlock to secure it. I connected a link of the chain to Jane's collar
and locked it in place. Jane protested weakly. "Please. Why?"
"Jane. That's your family over there. Hurting. I can't risk you being
free and about while I deal with this problem. Normally, I'd trust you.
I have before. But not now. I can't risk you doing something silly."
She understood. No matter how hard it was on her. She was a bright girl.
She knew that I just was keeping her from doing something she'd regret.
She nodded and simply asked, "What problem?"
"I don't know yet. Elizabeth was having trouble with the water."
"Oh God. They need water."
"I know dear. I know. I'll be back in a few moments."
I walked back over to her father. Dave, I think his name was. I checked.
His wrists were chafed as were Dora's. He just appeared to be sleeping.
Perhaps getting away from the pain for a while. He was breathing
shallowly. I didn't wake him. Probably just exhausted. I'd wake him when
the water was available.
I reported back to Jane. "Janey. Your father is just sleeping. He's
alright. He's breathing. Okay?"
The girl was crying, but she nodded. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to
have her here. But what was done, was done. No sense in backing things
up. We'd make out alright. Jane would survive.
I walked over to Elizabeth. "Show me." She led me back to the variety
store.
Along the way she tried to explain herself to me. "I don't understand
it. I feel so useless. Please don't punish me. It's not my fault.
Really, I tried."
"Elizabeth. Honestly. It's OK. I won't punish you unless you did
something really braindead."
She looked relieved. Until she realized that she may have missed
something obvious. A catch on the door. Something. She wasn't in the
clearest state of mind. She held her breath as I approached the fridge
she had indicated. She pointed with her bound hands. It was just one of
those upright refrigerators that keep soft drinks, bottled water, juice
and such. True to her word, the top shelf was full of spring water.
There wasn't a lock. There didn't seem to be any reason that she
couldn't just slide the thing open and do what I asked. I looked at her
puzzled. She just looked a little uneasy.
I tried to open the door. No go. The damn thing wouldn't open. Stuck. I
checked for a lock. Ice. Anything. Until, my brain kicked in. Elizabeth
and I were in our own little pocket of normal time. The refrigerator was
sitting in the prime timeline. Frozen to us. In the hardware store it
had been easier to cast a large bubble of time around the whole store
and remove the people that I wasn't interested in from the timeline.
Jane was able to get at the water in the office and nothing was frozen.
As long as you didn't step foot outside of the store doors. And even
there I just slowed time down, so any escape attempt wouldn't end up
with the girl snapping back to normal time. I couldn't do that here. Too
many people in the mall. Too hard to remove the pockets where the people
were. Too many places to miss people. Store rooms. Washrooms. Offices. I
must have been getting tired not to realize this right away. I stepped
back.
I concentrated and cast a bubble of normal time around the cooler. I
heard it hum to life.
"Try it now."
Elizabeth walked forward and tried to open the door. Surprised that it
slid open without a problem.
"Please. I'm confused. Please don't punish me. I swear it didn't open
before. What did you do?"
I toyed with the idea of messing with her mind. Punishing her anyway.
But I had work to do with Jane's family. The father was in rough shape.
Needed water. I left the issue open.
"Elizabeth? You know there's a punishment for lying."
"Oh God. Please. I'm not lying. I couldn't open it before. Please. I.
Don't want to be punished. I. The doors wouldn't open before. Really."
"We'll see. Grab some water for now." She held out her bound arms. I'd
intended to just have her pick up a couple of bottles, but she was
right. We were going to need a lot of water. That was a whole family out
there. Dying of dehydration. I picked up a bunch of water bottles.
Loading them onto her arms. I'm sure that they were heavy. At least for
a girl. But she didn't complain. I picked up a couple of bottles in my
hands and she trailed me carefully and a bit slower making her way back
out to the tormented family.
I approached Jane, still chained to the pillar. Her eyes locked onto the
bottles of water.
I began to unchain the nude woman from the pillar, leaving the links
hanging from her throat. She whimpered, but didn't speak.
"Jane. I know you won't understand, but remember the way I had you give
Kimberly the water? At first?"
"Oh God. Please don't make me do that. It's. It's so humiliating."
"Jane. You have to trust me on this. It's for their own good." I wasn't
lying here. Giving them the cold water in great gulps would just make
them sick. Their bodies desperately needing the fluid, but rejecting it.
"You are such a bastard. I'll do it. Please. Unchain my hands? Please?"
I nodded. "I'll unchain your hands from behind you so you can get the
water yourself. Do you promise to behave yourself?"
She looked down. "Yes. I'll behave."
"Okay. One mouthful to each. Slowly. Move from person to person." I
unlocked the handcuffs from behind her back. Moving her wrists in front
of her. I pressed the cold bottle of water into her hands and undid the
top. Her eyes were begging me not to subject her to this. It was one
thing to have to kiss Kimberly. Not related. But she was going to have
to give her mother, her father and her sister water through kisses. I
couldn't help her here. Her family simply couldn't take the water any
other way. I'd have to let the water stand to cool and somehow convince
the thirsty ones to sip it. And Jane would be angry at me anyway for
making them wait. Not that I cared. But this had a dual purpose. The
family was far too dry to care how they got fluid.
Jane, hate filling her eyes, raised the bottle to her own lips, filling
her mouth. She held the water, distending her cheeks with it. She walked
over to her mother and sister, touching her mother's lips with her own.
Their lips making a seal, opening. I watched her mother's throat muscles
kick in and swallow the water. Jane broke the forced kiss and filled her
mouth again. Prepared to give her mother another mouthful of the
precious liquid. I gently touched her shoulder.
"Jane. Give the next mouthful to Elaine. You have to rotate."
"Listen to him," her mother whispered. I suspect that the mother knew
why I was forcing this to go slowly. With body temperature water. I
never knew what she did. Perhaps a nurse?
Not quite understanding, Jane shuffled to her sister. Leaning down
between her mother's legs, kissing her sister full on the mouth. Giving
her the mouthful of water. Elaine sighed as the kiss was broken. Wanting
more. Much more.
I indicated the father. Still blissfully asleep. Not having to watch
this.
I sat on the bench beside him and gently shook his shoulder. He stirred
but didn't awaken. I gently slapped his face. He awoke with a start
struggling with the bonds. Probably not realizing where he was. His eyes
registered comprehension and he growled at me.
"You fucking son-of-a-bitch. I am going to kill you. My family," he was
very calm about it. His voice was far more raspy than even Dora's. I
think I read somewhere that males get dehydrated much quicker than
females.
Jane, still having not filled her mouth with water, spoke from her
knees.
"Daddy? It's OK. Please don't threaten him. He's going to let you all
go. Everyone but me. Please. He's going to give you some water."
"I don't want his water. The son-of-a-bitch. Are you alright
sweetheart?"
"Daddy. I'm fine. He hasn't hurt me. He's treated me well. Better than
you. Please. Trust me. You'll be fine."
"Sweety. My sweet Jane. You sure you are alright?"
She swallowed any semblance of pride and willed the tears out of her
eyes. "Yes Daddy. I wouldn't lie to you," she lied. "Please. You have to
take some water or he's going to hurt you. Or me. I'm sorry Daddy, but
he's making me give the water mouth to mouth. I don't know why. I've
already given a mouthful to Elaine and Mom. It doesn't bother me.
Please?"
"Water. God. What does that taste like again?" he rasped.
"Please Daddy? Let me give you some water."
"Alright, sweety. For you." Hate in his eyes.
Jane just tilted the water bottle up again, pleading in her eyes. Filled
her small mouth again. Rose up on her knees and leaned into her father,
giving him a full kiss on the mouth. Transferring the water. His throat
muscles working, taking every drop.
Jane worked tirelessly. Moving from person to person. Giving them the
water until the water bottle was gone. Colour began to return to them
all as the water was absorbed into their systems. Finally the water was
gone and Jane rose up on her knees and looked at me questioningly.
"Please. Master. Can a slave have the other bottle?"
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"Jane. You have to earn the next bottle."
"Oh God. What now?"
"Jane. Remember those nipple clamps I put on you a day ago?"
"Oh God. How could I forget? Please."
"I want you to go get them."
Her eyes darted to the pack. "Please no. Don't make me do this."
"Jane. Anything. Remember?"
"But why? Please. I've done everything you wanted. I don't need to be
punished. Oh God. Please don't make me wear them."
"Jane," I spoke to her a little more gently. "I just want to see you in
them. After you put them on, I'll let you give your family another
bottle of water. Okay? I'm not punishing you. You can put them on
yourself. You don't have to tighten them beyond keeping them on your
nipples. It doesn't have to hurt. Relax. Okay?"
"Oh. Please. Alright."
She rose to her feet and walked over to where Elizabeth was quietly
kneeling and watching this. She picked through the pack of equipment,
finally coming up with the pair of clamps. She walked back and knelt
down. She tried one last time.
"Please don't make me wear these things. No matter what they hurt when I
move."
"Put them on Jane. Maybe later I'll let you beg to have them off."
"Oh God." Her slender fingers worked at the small wheels, drawing her
nipples into the clamps and tightening them. Wincing as she tightened
them on herself; just tight enough that those small sensitive bits of
flesh would hold the clamps and chain to her. Not nearly as tight as I'd
done to her to punish her. Tears threatened, but she willed them away
again.
I opened the second bottle of water and held it out to her. She inched
over on her knees and grasped it with her bound hands. Taking a deep
breath and taking a mouthful. She resumed her task. Giving water mouth
to mouth to mouth in a big cycle. Each member of her family drinking
greedily from the offered fluid.
As the bottle slowly depleted, I crouched beside Elaine's head. She had
a pretty good view of her mother's open crotch. Though I doubt if she
appreciated the picture in front of her.
I whispered to her. "How are you feeling Elaine?"
"Better," she replied weakly.
"Would you like me to untie you?"
"More than anything in the world. Please."
"Soon."
"God, what's it like to stand?"
"Oh you won't be standing. The correct question would be, what's it like
to kneel?"
"Whatever you want. As long as it doesn't involve me lying on the floor
in ropes."
I nodded, rose and returned to Elizabeth. She just looked up at me.
"Why are you making her do this?" Meaning Jane.
"I have my reasons."
"You made her do this to that other girl, Kimberly, too. Didn't you?"
"Yes. Why?"
"You're doing it on purpose, aren't you?"
"Hello?"
"I mean. After jogging, I never could drink cold water. It would make me
sick. You are forcing them to drink slow. So they won't reject the
water."
"Pretty smart girl."
"They should be thanking you."
"I don't need thanks. They'll have plenty to hate me for as soon as they
are a bit stronger. Besides, thanking me would be a bit ironic don't you
think?"
"You make us thank you for our punishments."
"Sometimes."
She lapsed into silence for a while. We just watched Jane work her way
through that second bottle. On her bare knees. Naked. Moving from person
to person. Kissing. Releasing. Moving on. The nipple clamps and attached
fine chain gently swinging from her chest. Finally Elizabeth spoke
again. Softly. "What are you going to do to them? Us? Me?"
"I'm going to torment them for a while. Humiliate Jane. If you behave
you can keep pretty clear of this mess."
"Do you have to humiliate us? Constantly? We are people down here you
know?"
"I don't know why I'm telling you any of this. But I'm just an odd one.
The guy that figured out time just happened to be a pervert. He's a
bastard. And he likes to dominate women. I know you are people. I know
you don't like it. And I know it turns me on. Terribly. Can't help it."
She just nodded. "You know that there are plenty of women that *like* to
be subservient. Why us?"
"You were there. You were attractive. I don't have to wait until I find
a subservient woman. You are now a subservient woman. Like it or not. If
I happen to find a submissive woman, I wouldn't turn her away or
anything."
"Are you frustrated?"
Another one of those female things? Abrupt change of conversation? I
pulled the typical male response. "Huh?"
"Please don't punish me. If you don't want to answer, just ignore me. I
don't count anyway. I was just wondering if you were sexually
frustrated?"
"Now why would you ask that?"
"Come on. I know I haven't exactly been around all the time. Being tied
up in the hotel, and left in cars and stuff, but I get the impression
that you haven't been ... uhhhh ... partaking of us as much as you
could. I mean, you are surrounded by gorgeous girls. Don't think I
haven't noticed. Jane and Christi could be models. You keep us all
naked. And completely helpless. You could rape us at will. You haven't
even touched me beyond what was necessary to tie me up. And I don't
think you've raped any of the others. Christi told me that she was going
to try and have sex with you. Don't know if that happened or not. I fell
asleep that night."
"I'm alright. If I needed favours, I'd take them."
"I know. I don't doubt that you are capable of it. But if it would help.
If it would stop you from needing to see us completely humiliated all
the time. Stop some of the punishment. Please. I'm offering myself. I'll
do it whenever you want or need. Please."
I looked at her. Her head now bowed. Jane was almost done that second
bottle of water and would be back looking for a third.
"Elizabeth? Are you alright?"
"Not really. I've just offered myself in exchange for some better
treatment. How do you think that makes me feel?" Her bare shoulders
shaking.
"Elizabeth, listen to me." I crouched down and cupped her face. Forcing
her to look at me. "I'm not going to rape you. I might take you up on
your offer someday, but not now. I don't need it. When I do, I will ask.
And at the moment I'm not sure that I want to make any deals that
involve giving anyone better treatment. Okay?"
"I know. But I also know how hard it is. On the others. Amy. Me.
Everyone. We're not used to this life. As slaves. As human pets. God
what I wouldn't do for some clothes. Or just some privacy. I never knew
what I had until you took it away."
"If it makes you feel any better, I think that you are adjusting a lot
better than I ever would have imagined."
"That's scary coming from a guy that doesn't give a crap what I want.
And can make me do almost anything he wants."
I noticed out of the corner of my eye Jane rising to her feet again. An
empty water bottle between her fingers. Walking to towards us.
"Elizabeth. I'm not going to keep this going forever. Promise. You'll go
home and never realize it ever happened. Happy in your life again."
"Thanks for letting me vent without punishing me."
"My pleasure. I occasionally need to know how you women are feeling. But
who said anything about not punishing you?"
A scared look crossed her face until she saw my grin. Knowing I was
kidding. She stuck her tongue out at me playfully. I wish I knew where
these girls had picked up that habit. I would punish the girl who
started it. I guess I could have stopped it, but they needed some
release. And it was harmless enough. Kind of cute actually.
By this point Jane had approached.
"What were you two talking about. Me?"
"Sort of," I replied. "You doing alright?"
"Yeah. I'm peachy."
"Didn't sarcasm get you in trouble once before? Those clamps not tight
enough for you?"
She turned pale. "Oh God. I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry. It won't happen
again. A slave girl begs you to forgive her. She's just a little tired.
She's never had to perform s-such a marathon of kissing like that
before. Please don't tighten them. Oh God. Please."
"Perhaps we should get you more used to kissing marathons."
"With you?" A mischievous grin spread across her face, somehow knowing
that I wasn't going to punish her this time.
"How about we tighten those things more instead?"
She sobered quickly. "Please no."
"It's alright. Just watch yourself. Okay?"
She sank to her knees. Handing me the empty bottle. Too frightened to
say anything more. I took the bottle from her fingers and placed it on
the floor with the small pile of full bottles of water that Elizabeth
had carried over. Jane's eyes followed the path of the empty bottle.
Couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from the pile of bottles. Wanting to
ask for another bottle but a bit afraid of opening her mouth. A bit
afraid of what she'd have to do to get another bottle for her family.
But nevertheless knowing that she'd do it.
I settled myself on the floor with the two girls. Just watching Jane.
She began to shift her weight on her knees. Uncomfortable at my scrutiny
of her. Finally it became too much for her. She slipped into her slave
talk.
"Master? Please. Can a girl speak? Please?"
I nodded.
"Oh God. Please. My family ... I mean ... This slave's family still
needs water. Can this slave please beg for more? Please?"
I could see that her family was beginning to recover. They had gained
colour already. Their faces becoming more alive. Their struggles against
the ropes becoming more pronounced. Especially the father. It was as
though the dehydration had completely drained their will, but now,
having some water again, the thirst abated somewhat, they again had
become a little more aware of themselves. Their positions. And not
liking it much. Dora was wincing as she moved her wrists against the
rope. But she still tried. I guess I couldn't blame her.
I turned back to Jane.
"Beg me to whip you."
"Oh God. Please God. No. Not in front of my family. Please. Oh God." She
began to weep. Murmuring. This was just too much for her. I could tell
that I was pushing her beyond what her mind would accept. That could be
dangerous. I realized that this situation was simply too much for anyone
to stand. She'd held up unbelievably well. But she had warned me. That
she couldn't do this. It was her family after all.
I felt Elizabeth touch me gently on the shoulder. I turned back away
from Jane.
"Please. You can't do this to her. That's her family. My God. I couldn't
imagine if you'd asked me to do half these things in front of people I
loved. I couldn't do it. You just have no concept of this. She'll have a
nervous breakdown if you force her to do much more. And she'll be good
for nothing. Please. I don't believe that I'm going to offer this. God.
If you need to humiliate someone, please, let me take her place. Chain
her up outside if you have to. I'll beg you to whip me. I'll take her
pain. Please."
She was serious. I couldn't imagine her doing such a thing. Offering
herself to be dominated. Hurt. For Jane. A complete stranger. Perhaps,
complete stranger is a bit strong. They had some things in common. And I
guess that ultimately, they might know each other more intimately than
your average best friends. I guess I could understand.
I heard a soft whisper behind me. Jane. "Please, master. A slave begs
t-to be wh-whipped. Please." Still crying.
I leaned down to Elizabeth. Her face falling. "Elizabeth. I appreciate
the offer. And I might still take you up on it. But I really do want
Jane to do this. I have my reasons. I'll let her know that you offered
though. I'm not going to put her through much more. She can't take much
more. Her mind is already beginning to turn off. I don't want a
catatonic girl either."
Elizabeth, crying a bit, just nodded.
I turned back to Jane. Her teary eyes turned up towards me. A glimmer of
anger, and helplessness glowing behind her eyes. As I turned she
whispered again. "Please don't make me do this."
"Jane. This is the last thing. I promise. I'll let them go after this."
"You swear it?"
"I do. There is one more big show. And I'll free them. They won't even
need more water. Though, I will get Elizabeth to give your father more.
I just thought you should know. Elizabeth offered to take your place. I
wouldn't let her."
Jane took a deep breath. "Oh God. Elizabeth. I couldn't have let her do
it either."
"Jane. This is not going to be fun for you. I know that. You might even
hate me forever. But I can live with that."
She managed to stop crying. Steeling herself for the task ahead of her.
"I won't hate you. I don't believe I'm saying this, but I won't. I'll be
alright. What do I have to do?"
"Have you ever used a vibrator before?"
She gasped. "Oh God."
"Have you?"
She just shook her head. Eyes wide.
"How do you normally masturbate then?"
"Oh God. I can't. I never ... I won't ... Oh my God."
"Jane? You've never masturbated yourself?"
"Oh God. I can't tell ... Oh God."
"You have. There's nothing to be ashamed of." Again her body language
betrayed her. It was pretty easy to tell that she had.
"Oh. God. Please. That's my father over there. Please. No. I can't. Not
in front of him."
"With a vibrator? Dildo?"
"I ... I ... please god ... my fingers. Once." Tears began to form again
in her eyes as she made the admission.
"Jane, calm."
"Please no. I just tried it once to see what it was like. It. It felt
dirty."
"Jane." I spoke a bit more sharply to her. I raised my hand to slap her
again. She was falling off the edge into hysteria. She managed to get
control of herself without me having to slap her.
"Please. Th-this slave doesn't want to do that. She can't. Please.
Master. Please don't make her. Please." She whispered the last word. I
could hear Elizabeth crying softly behind me.
"Jane. Listen to me. You've done so much worse. I've forced you to beg
for an orgasm. I've whipped your breasts and it turned you on. Jane.
This is nothing. Christi's done it for me. Lots of times." Even though I
was trying to get her to calm down. I didn't believe my own words. We
all have our personal daemons. Our irrationalities. Our personal
horrors. Yes, she'd been through a lot. She'd been through humiliation
that I couldn't even imagine. But this seemed to be above and beyond all
that for some reason.
"Please." She just wept and begged. "Please don't make this slave
m-masturbate in front of her father. I'll do it. I'll masturbate for
you. Gladly. I'll do it in front of everyone else. Just not my father.
You have no idea. Oh God. Please. I'll do anything else. Whip me in
front of him. Make me scream until I'm hoarse. I'll crawl. I can't. Oh
my God. I just can't. Not in front of him."
I wasn't quite sure of anything anymore. Only that she really didn't
want to pleasure herself in front of her father. Her father that had
seen her strip for him. Watched his daughter who made love to her sister
in front of him. Had watched her breasts bound and beaten. Listened to
her screams. Watched as she gave herself to me to reduce their
suffering. This man that she had French kissed, nude, to give him a
mouthful of water. I was surprised that she had any self-respect left.
But she was pretty adamant. The only way that I was going to get some
agreement on this issue was some other persuasive techniques. I knew I
could make her do it, but what would be the consequences? It wouldn't
kill her. She'd be ashamed. Embarrassed. Humiliated beyond
comprehension. The only real danger would be if she went over the edge.
Insane. I could only push these women so far. But I wanted them sane.
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Jane was a strong girl. She'd be hysterical, but I thought she could
take this. She'd have to rest a long time before I could push her again,
but I thought she'd survive it.
"Jane. I can give you an option."
"What?" She sniffled. A bit of hope crept into her eyes. Hope that I had
to dash if I wanted her to do as I'd asked. Still nude on her knees.
"You can do something else I'd like to see."
"Oh God. What?"
"You can give your father a blow job." I didn't really expect her to do
that. I would never, in a million years expect her to do that. Unless I
forced her to. Impossible. It was just a suggestion that I figured would
be a lot more distasteful than having her masturbate for him.
She just numbly nodded. Surprised me all to hell. She'd prefer to give
her own father a blow job, than to masturbate in front of him. I briefly
entertained the notion of allowing her to switch tasks. Problem was,
that giving her own father a blow job *would* traumatize her. This would
be fine if I was just going to return both of them. The trauma would
disappear with their memories. But I was fully intending to keep Jane
for a while yet. I wasn't about to allow her to do it. Not now, anyway.
Didn't need a traumatized girl.
"After you whip him. And you know where. Plus fifty strokes on Elaine's
breasts and pussy," I quickly added to the task. Eventually it would
become distasteful enough that she'd choose the direction that I wanted
from her.
"Oh God. You can't be serious." I remembered my original threats from
when I had originally took them. The thing Jane couldn't stand was to
cause her sister pain. Her father, she might do.
"So?"
"I'll give my Dad a blow job for you. I swear it. But you know I can't
hit her. Especially there. I can't. I can't hit him. Not there. Oh God."
I affected a quizzical look. "I'm hearing a lot of 'can't' from a girl
that swore that she'd do anything."
She paled. Her eyes still letting tears fall down her face like there
was a flood behind her face.
"Oh God. Please have mercy on me. I didn't want to be here. I begged you
not to bring me here. Please just let them go. Do whatever you want to
me."
"Jane. I am doing what I want to you."
"Oh God. Do I still have a choice?"
"Choice about what?"
"Please. I'll beg you."
I was truly confused. "Beg?"
"Oh God. I can't believe I'm going to do this." Her face completely
flushed. "Please. Master. A slave is begging on her knees. Please allow
her to masturbate in front of her family." Choking. Tears falling
freely. Face burning. Breasts heaving with her distress.
I began to realize what choice she "wanted" to make. The one I was
desperately trying to guide her towards. I didn't really want to see her
give her father a blow job nor whip him or her sister. Granted, it may
have been interesting, but the picture that I was planning held my
interest. And it involved her willingness to pleasure herself in front
of her family.
"So now you want to masturbate?"
"Yes. Please. It's better than having to whip them." She managed to
choke out around sobs.
"Beg me to hit you while you masturbate."
"Oh God. I can't. Please don't make me do that. You know what that will
do to me."
I did. That is why I suggested it. I just looked at the tormented woman.
She managed to choke out another line. "Oh my God. Please whip me while
I ... I ... I'm doing it."
"Doing what?"
"You goddamn bastard. Pleasuring myself."
"You want to be hit while you are masturbating?"
"Yes." Resigned.
"And you'd like to tongue your mother while you are doing it?"
"Oh my God."
"Wouldn't you?"
"Oh shit. Please."
"Wouldn't you?"
"No." Sullenly.
"Wouldn't you?"
"Oh Christ. Please."
"Wouldn't you?"
"Yes." Resigned. I watched as her eyes retreated. Her face blanked. I
was afraid that I'd pushed her too hard and that she had retreated into
herself. She was retreating to avoid the pain. I reached out and brushed
one of her clamped nipples lightly. She gasped. Expression returned to
her face. I suspect that I'd almost lost her there. The soft brush on
her nipple catching her attention just before she lost herself. I
gathered her up into my arms and kissed her cheek. Rocking her. Sobbing
quietly to herself. Knowing what I was going to force her to do.
Finally, I let her climb back to her knees.
"You ready?"
"No. You bastard. I hate you."
"I know. Why don't you get a vibrator. Pick one that you think will be
comfortable."
"Please don't make me do this. I can't. I'll die."
"You'll be fine. I won't let you die."
"I know. And you are a bastard for it." But she moved to the pack and
dug until she found a smallish smooth pink vibrator. She looked at it
with fear in her eyes. Knowing that she was going to have to use it.
Like it or not. A flush climbed to her face. "Please. Can a slave beg
for something?"
"Not if it involves you not doing this."
She gulped. "Lubricant?"
"Lubricant?"
"Please. Can a slave use some lubricant for her ... thing?"
"Thing?"
"Oh God. Vibrator."
"You need lubricant?"
"Th-this sl-slave is frightened. She doesn't think that she can get
w-wet enough to make it comfortable. At first. Please?"
I weighed the options in my mind. I was pretty sure that after the
initial hesitation. A couple of blows with the whip. Once she managed to
shut out the image of her family, she'd produce enough natural
lubrication. On the other hand, I really had pushed her this time. She
deserved something. She was behaving far better than I ever would have
imagined. I nodded and she let her breath out. She'd been waiting for my
answer. She lifted a tube of K-Y out of the pack. She closed her eyes
and climbed to her bare feet. Crying as she approached her family.
Kneeling down by Elaine's head and her mother's crotch. On the side
opposite to where her father was bound. Silently waiting for me. Not
anxious to start her own humiliation.
I crouched to Elizabeth. She spoke before I'd even gotten settled.
"You fucking despicable son of a bitch. Can't you see what this is going
to do to her. She has been nothing but cooperative on this whole insane
game of yours. Most women would have curled up in a little ball,
mumbling in their insanity by now. She's strong. I'll give her that. But
I saw her. You almost fucking lost her into herself. Fuck. What the fuck
are you trying to do? Make her insane? Can't you give her a break? She's
a human being you know? She hurts? Just like you do. Just like I do. I
can't believe what a complete shit you are. We try so hard, and you
don't even acknowledge it. Please. Don't make her do this. I'm begging
you."
"Elizabeth. I'm not going to deny it. I'm a fucking despicable son of a
bitch. And Jane just scared the hell out of me there. I almost lost
her."
"Let her go then. Don't let your perverse desires kill her. She deserves
better than that. At least let her out of this. She doesn't need to do
it. I'll do it for you if you absolutely need to see it."
"You don't understand. She'll survive it."
"Barely. Fuck. And if she goes insane? Catatonic?"
"She'll be alright."
"Jane was right. You are playing with our lives. Please. For the love of
anything that you might hold dear. Let her stop. She's been through
enough of your perversity."
"Sorry Elizabeth. She has to do this. I'll give her a long rest after
this. Will that make you happy? But, I need you to do some things for
me."
"Fuck you."
"Elizabeth. Calm down. Remember Amy this morning?"
Her face went ashen as she recalled Amy's similar struggle this morning.
Open defiance.
"Oh my God. Please. I forgot myself. I. I'm so sorry. Please. I don't
want to be punished. I. I was just. I don't have an excuse. I. Please.
Jane. I was just so angry for her. I'll behave. I'll do anything you
want. Please. Don't punish me. I'll be good from now on. You won't hear
another word out of me about Jane. Please."
I didn't particularly want to punish the crying woman. Though I suppose
that I'd have to eventually. But not now.
"Elizabeth. It's alright. I understand." Maybe I wouldn't punish her at
all. This was turning out to be a bit stressful. "I need you to do
something for me."
"What?" She was resigned to it now.
"The family still needs a bit of water. Take two bottles. Divide one up
before we start. A third of a bottle to each. Then the last bottle, you
are going to give to the father. But not right away."
"Mouth?"
"Huh?"
"Mouth to mouth? Like Jane had to?" Hope in her eyes that she wouldn't
have to crawl around on her bare knees kissing them all.
I shook my head. "They can probably drink out of the bottle now. Give
the women the water first then the father. Wait for me there." She
looked relieved and scampered to her feet to get the water. I watched as
she knelt and allowed the thirsty women and man to drink a third of the
water bottle each. Finally ending up beside the father. Sitting demurely
with the final water bottle lying in her bare lap. Carelessly tossing
the empty water bottle behind her into the mall. She said some things to
Jane while giving Elaine her water, but nothing serious. Probably
encouragement. Jane cried a bit, but managed to control herself.
When the girls were settled I walked over to Elizabeth. "See that?" I
pointed to Dave's crotch that had been exposed by Christi's scissors so
long ago.
"Yes." She mumbled.
"I want you to make sure that Dave here watches Jane. If he closes his
eyes. I want you to give him a reason to watch. Understand?"
"Oh God."
"I want you to give him the rest of this bottle of water as well. From
any body cavity that you can manage. Mouth is probably easiest, but if
you really want to, I'm sure your vagina can hold a bit. I want you to
use your hands on him, the entire time."
Just glad that I was allowing her to use her mouth with the water thing.
"Alright."
"Don't let him come in your hands. After the water is gone, I want you
on your knees in front of him. Use your mouth. Let him come, if he's
even reacting. If he comes, swallow. If he doesn't come, I'm going to
whip Elaine next. Understand?"
"Oh my God. You bastard."
"Yup."
Dave finally spoke. "Please. I'm begging you. Do what you want to me.
Kill me. But just don't make my daughters and wife do this? They haven't
done anything to you. I'll do whatever you want."
"Davey boy. No disrespect intended, but you can't do what the women can
do. You are missing certain parts that make them very interesting. Just
do what I've explained to Elizabeth here, and everything will be fine. I
promise that I'll let Elaine, Dora and yourself go."
"What about Jane?"
"Jane is going to stay with me for a while."
"You'll take care of her? You won't hurt her?"
I decided to lie to this tormented man. "I'll take care of her." True
enough. "And I won't hurt her. Promise." Another promise that I intended
to break.
He seemed satisfied. And he lay his head back. Elizabeth just glared at
me, but was still frightened enough to just accept what she had to do.
I walked over to the bound women. Crouched by Dora's head.
"Did Jane tell you the plan?"
"Oh God. What plan?"
"Guess not. She's going to pleasure you."
"Pleasure me? That's a laugh."
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"Well, I certainly hope that it's pleasurable, because your body is the
key."
"The key?"
"The key. Until you climax, nobody goes anywhere."
"Oh God. Please. Have some decency. That's my daughter. You've had me
tied up naked for days. Tied to my other daughter. You have no idea ..."
"Dora. This is the last thing. You will be freed after this. Your
husband. Your daughter. All it takes is one climax."
"You are a bastard."
"Yup."
"Y-you aren't going to hurt her again are you?" Remembering the timed
tasks from our last encounter.
"I'll be whipping her as she does you. Yes."
"You fucking bastard. If I ever get out of these ropes. I swear I'm
going to kill you. Worse than kill you."
"Dora. You aren't even going to remember me when you finally get out of
these ropes. And besides which, your last attempt at killing me got your
daughter a more thorough whipping than I'd ever intended."
She thought over this silently as I rose to join Jane. Still on her
knees and quietly crying. She tried one last time.
"Please. Have some decency. Some mercy. This is my family. I'll do this
for you. A hundred times. With strangers. Gladly. You can whip me until
I bleed for all I care. I'll scream for you. Forever. Please don't make
me have sex with my mother. It's. It's not right. It's gross."
Dora spoke up quietly. "Janey, darling. It's the last thing. Just do it
and you'll be free of this. I. I don't mind. I'll try really hard to
c-climax quickly. Okay?"
Jane, still crying, just nodded. Unable to speak to her mother.
"Jane. I know you don't want to do this. It's the last thing. I promise.
Then we'll go back to the hotel and you can rest. No more sex. And your
family will forget all about it."
"I won't."
I shook my head. "You're right. You will remember for now. Are you
ready?"
"Oh God." She fumbled the cap off the tube of lubricant. Crying. She
spread some of the slippery stuff onto the tip of the vibrator. I
watched intently as she pressed the plastic into her vagina. With the
lubricant, it slipped into her relatively easily. She gasped, but it
didn't seem to cause any real discomfort.
I beckoned her to the other side of the women. The side where her father
would see the intrusion into her body and her fingers working on
herself. Once she moved to the correctly side, her crying intensifying,
I unlocked her wrists. She'd need her hands free to do what she had to
do.
I nodded to Elizabeth who reached down with her right hand and began to
tease Dave. He closed his eyes and I watched as Elizabeth began to dig
her long nails into his cock. He opened his eyes in pain, and kept them
open, learning his lesson for the day. She filled her mouth with water
and kissed him full on the mouth. Exchanging the fluid. His throat
working to swallow the liquid from Elizabeth's mouth.
I turned my attention back to Jane. Indicating that she should lean
forward on all fours. Giving her mother the attentions of her tongue.
She began to beg one more time, but cut herself off mid sentence,
realizing it was fruitless; I was going to see this show one way or the
other. And this way was preferable to having her parents and sister in
pain as well. As her tongue touched her mother's lower lips, Dora
gasped. She had been naked and tied down for days. And humiliated.
Perhaps the masochism ran in the family. Or maybe she just wanted to get
this final act out of the way. Either way, she was obeying. Trying her
damnedest to get to orgasm.
I whispered in Jane's ear. "I'm going to whip you. Not too hard. Okay?"
Her head nodded while still working between her mother's legs.
"You have to come as well. Your father is watching." I reached down
between her legs to the protrusion of the pink vibrator. Turned the end
of it. Turning it on. Hearing the muffled buzzing from within her body.
I don't think she was expecting the vibration from the intruder. She
jumped. Her whole body arching as the vibrations worked into her
sensitive flesh. She moaned into her mother's pussy.
I raised the crop. Brought it down lightly against Jane's upturned bare
ass. She jumped, but after the breast croppings that she'd received at
my hands, this was nothing. It was just an annoyance. I watched as she
hesitantly brought her fingers of her right hand up between her legs.
Lightly stroking herself. Playing with the pink vibrator. Slowly pulling
it and pushing it in and out of her vagina. Supporting her body with her
left hand. Face still buried in her mother. Tongue working.
I let another blow fall on her thighs. She jumped again, but didn't cry
out. Just continued to do what she had to. I let the crop drop onto her
lower body a number of times. Her thighs, her ass, her calves and her
upturned feet. The light blow to her feet caused her to cry out a bit. I
guess that the soles of the feet were kind of sensitive to the kiss of
the crop. Kimberley certainly thought so. However, I was unable to tell
if Jane's cry was in pain, or in frustration. Her fingers still working
the vibrating toy in and out of herself.
I crouched down beside the tormented girl. Touching her head. She raised
her face from between Dora's legs and looked at me quizzically.
I whispered to her. "Janey. You can play with the vibrator and it may
feel good. But you may need to use your fingers, or the toy on your
clit, you know?" I had noticed, while hitting the poor girl, that she
seemed to be really unsure of what she was doing. I could tell that she
wasn't getting nearly enough sensation from the vibrator alone. She was
probably one of the majority of women that couldn't achieve orgasm by
pure vaginal stimulation. She would have to pleasure herself
differently. But she was either too ashamed, or too frightened to do
this. Perhaps permission from me was necessary. If she was telling the
truth, then she may not have masturbated enough to know what she liked.
She looked at me with a thankful look on her face. I was unsure what
that meant. Whether, me telling her how to do it to herself had made it
easier somehow on her. Or whether she just needed the guidance. She
closed her eyes. "Please. Don't make this slave girl do this. Please
master. Do it for me? She ... your slave ... doesn't know how. Please?"
I doubt if I've ever been tempted as much to listen to any of them. But
with a colossal force of will, I closed my eyes, telling myself that I
was a moron, and shook my head. When I opened my eyes, she was still
looking at me. Her face a mask of resignation.
She dropped her voice even further. Glancing down at her sister's face.
Her sister that had such a perfect view of Jane tonguing their parent.
"Please. They won't remember anything. Right?"
I thought she just needed reassurance that she could masturbate here and
now, and her family would never remember her shame, humiliation, and
discomfort. She surprised me when she closed her eyes, Licked her lips
and whispered something even lower, something I couldn't make out.
I touched her hair. Cupped my ear. I couldn't hear her.
"Please. Sir. Harder."
Then it clued in. I'd almost forgotten that she was mildly masochistic.
She wanted the crop to hurt her more. It might make it easier for her to
climax. I'd really messed with this girl's head. I briefly considered
making her clarify herself, so her family would know as well. But I
reigned in that fantasy. She was crying and humiliated enough as it was.
I just nodded and she returned to her task of having sex with her
mother. Dora was moaning with the stimulation, and tears were falling
down her face. She was pulling against the ropes holding her face down
on Elaine. Grinding her bare body against her older daughter. Trying to
press her pleasure center into her younger daughter's licking mouth.
Crying. Pulling. Straining.
I glanced over at Elizabeth. Her face was ashen. She had just given Dave
the last of the water. She must have been trying to make it last. Trying
to avoid the final instruction that I gave to her. Though, she knew she
didn't really have a choice. Dave had to climax. Like it or not. Or
there was going to be some serious pain. She'd pushed her luck far
enough for one day. Though I'd only threatened Jane and Elaine with
punishment, Elizabeth knew that she'd suffer, bigtime, if she didn't
manage to get Dave excited enough to climax. Chances were, that Dave
wasn't going to have trouble with that, despite the torment of his
family. I watched as Elizabeth gave me one last beseeching look and
lowered herself to her bare knees. Leaning forward and taking Dave into
her soft mouth. Using her tongue and fingers to further excite him.
Watching his face intently, upturned face. Penis deep in her mouth.
Careful that he was watching Jane and Dora and I. He did close his eyes
once. Not to shut out the images, but in an agony of ecstasy. Elizabeth
did what she had to and increased the pressure on Dave. Using her teeth.
Dave's eyes snapped back open and focused again on his youngest daughter
and his wife. Having sex in front of him. Elizabeth looked pretty
talented though. Of course it had been two days since Dora had been
forced to suck him. And two days of pain and suffering. Any pleasure was
bound to be magnified.
I turned back to Jane's upturned and slightly striped bottom. I raised
the crop and brought it down on a much harder arc. Felt it spring as it
impacted the soft bare flesh of her buttocks. She screamed into her
mother. The scream was muffled by her forward movement as she tried in
vain to get away from the stinging pain.
Dora softly cried out at the increase in stimulation. Calling me a
bastard over and over.
I brought another stroke down hard across Jane's firm calves. The flesh
almost molding around the crop. Her agonized scream barely muffled by
her mother's body. Then incredibly. "Oh God. More. Please. More."
I brought another one down across her calves. The girl jumped. Crying
out. Her agonized screams causing Dave and Dora to wince. Feeling for
the pain Jane was experiencing. I gave her another right across both ass
cheeks. And another in swift succession across the bottoms of her
cheeks. She pulled her hand away as the fingers got rapped, working
industriously between her silken legs. She cried out. Her body heaving.
Her tongue buried in her mother. Fingers working at the vibrator,
brushing her clit.
Finally, I brought the crop down once more on her welted calves and she
exploded. Her fingers rubbing between her legs. Her whole body arching,
her red and welted legs kicking in response to the hard blow that I'd
administered. Her forward thrust forcing her tongue against her mother.
Dora followed with that last thrust of her younger daughter's tongue.
She climaxed. Not as spectacularly as Jane, but nevertheless, it didn't
look like a fake to me. The two women shuddering, and tensing. Dora
against the restraints, Jane finally falling to her side, curling up in
a ball crying. Trying to ease the pain in the back of her legs and
backside. Pulling the pink plastic intruder from her naked body. Holding
the toy loosely in her hand. Bawling.
I wandered over to Elizabeth. Her mouth still working on Dave. I touched
the hair on her bobbing head. Easing her off the stranger that she
hadn't even met before today. He was still erect, but I could see the
remnants of some semen on Elizabeth's lips and chin. I touched her face
and she brought her fingers to her face. Touching the wetness of him.
Closing her eyes and wiping the remnants from her face. Grimacing as she
licked her fingers clean. Finally, she opened her eyes.
"Please. Don't make me do that anymore."
I nodded. He'd obviously come as instructed. She was done.
"Just so you know. He came twice." She actually looked perversely
pleased with herself at the admission. I almost laughed at the
absurdity.
"Pretty talented. Wrists."
She looked a bit confused, but automatically raised her arms. Offering
me her wrists. I snapped a pair of handcuffs around her slender wrists.
She was far too exhausted to ask why I'd bound her. They were getting
used to it. There just simply wasn't a good reason. I used another pair
to secure her to the bench. Sitting on the mall floor. She just sat
there quietly as I returned to Jane.
Jane was still sobbing her eyes out, curled up in a ball on the floor.
Unable to bear the abuse, the shame, the humiliation any longer. I sat
down on the floor beside her. Intending to comfort her. Let her know
that I was going to free her family. I gently touched her shoulder.
What followed wasn't surprising but was a complete blur. At the touch,
Jane screamed. Like a cat, she just snapped to a fighting position. Her
face a mask of wildness and pain. She threw the only thing she had. The
vibrator missed my face by millimeters. Glanced off my shoulder and spun
across the floor. Cracking. No longer buzzing.
She growled at me. "I hate you. You fucked up fucking bastard. I hate
you."
With the words, she sprang to her bare feet. I was expecting her to
attack me. I had readied my time defenses, but instead of throwing
herself at me, she turned on her heel, and blindly began to run in the
opposite direction. Blindly crashing into frozen people. Her bare feet
thundering on the tile. Crying. Shaking.
I just calmly watched the distressed girl run. I let her. Maybe she
needed to get away from all this. I'd put her through more than enough.
In a strange way, I was beginning to care about them. About them all.
I could sense the time bubble. Hers. It was almost like radar. I was
ultimately controlling it and it tugged on me. Even after I could no
longer hear her bare feet slapping against the tile, I knew she wasn't
far.
I turned back to Elizabeth. Pulling on her cuffs. Wanting to go after
the girl. Fright on her face.
"Please. Master. Don't punish her. She. She was just upset. You'd be
too. Oh God. Please let me go after her. God. After what you did to her.
You can't blame her. Oh. Please. God. She's hurt. She's in pain. She
just needed. Oh God. Please. She won't go far. God." Elizabeth was in
tears. Pleading for Jane. Almost babbling. Remembering her close call.
Remembering Amy. It seemed to be the day for defiance.
I crouched and cupped Elizabeth's face in my hands. She pulled against
her bonds but finally held my eyes.
"I'm not going to punish her. Promise. But I can't let you go after her
either. I know you want to, but she just needs some time alone. I'll go
see her in a while. Okay?"
"You promise? If you have to punish someone, I'll take it for her.
Okay?"
"Elizabeth, you are a noble one. But I'm not going to punish her or you
either. Not this time. I promise."
Elizabeth, just numbly nodded. Still crying.
"If I release you, will you stay here?"
The frightened girl just nodded.
"I need your help, but if you are going to run as well, I won't be as
understanding in your case. Okay?"
"Yes. Master." The girl sighed. I reached forward and snapped open the
cuffs. Allowing the girl her freedom, for now.
I sat up on the bench with Dave. Lightly slapped his face. Bringing him
out of the trance that he had dropped into after Elizabeth had stopped
giving him head.
"Davey?"
"You fucking bastard. My daughter. You didn't have to hit her that
hard."
I couldn't bring myself to tell him that his daughter had asked me to do
it. *I* was hardly touching her, considering what she'd been through
before. Further, Elizabeth was in earshot, and at the moment I was
respecting Jane's right to keep these masochistic tendencies to herself.
At least amongst the captives.
"Dave. Forget about that for a moment."
"Shit. It's my daughter you are playing with. I swear I'm going to kill
you for her."
"Dave. Listen to me." He cocked his head. "I need you to promise me that
you are going to behave. I'm going to release you from those ropes that
Jane tied. But I can't have you attacking me. Understand?"
"Shit. You better watch yourself if you untie me, bucko."
"Dave. You don't understand. See those lovely women over there? Dora?
Elaine? If you try anything. I swear, anything. I'll make you wish that
you hadn't. Their bodies will be so red from the welts, that you will be
begging to do anything to stop them from hurting. They won't even be
able to scream because their voices will be gone. Then I'll kill you. Is
that clear?"
"Oh my God. You are an animal."
"Now. Behave yourself. I'm going to get Elizabeth to untie you. Don't
think that you can threaten her either. I don't particularly care if she
gets hurt. But I'm betting you care if Elaine's breasts are a pale
colour or a nice angry red. Got it?" Actually, I did care about
Elizabeth getting hurt. If anyone was going to hurt her, it would be me.
But, I really wasn't all that worried about Dave trying anything. It was
the mother that I was worried about.
"Yeah. You bastard. I got it."
"Elizabeth," she had gone completely pale at this exchange. I had to be
tough on him. Couldn't afford not to. "I need you to untie this guy. I
want you to cuff him to the bench first. I don't need any trouble."
"You've made yer point. You don't need to cuff me."
I nodded to Elizabeth who picked up a pair of handcuffs and slipped them
around Dave's tied right wrist. Locking the other side to the bench
slats. Then she knelt and began the tough job of undoing Jane's knot
job. Her fingers working at the knots.
Turning to the women, I crouched by Dora's ear.
"Dora?"
She looked up at me. Still in tears.
"Please. Jane?"
"I'm going to see to her in a moment. She just needs to be left alone."
"You aren't going to punish her are you?" Pleading.
I shook my head.
"Thank God. I was going to offer myself instead."
Jane had some friends here. That was for sure. "Dora, I'm going to untie
you and Elaine first. Okay? But I don't want you to cause any trouble.
I'm going to let you completely free soon."
She looked puzzled, but she probably didn't understand about the time
thing completely yet. I would have released them right away and saved
myself a rope loosening job, but I sort of wanted Jane to know that I
was actually going to adhere to my end of the bargain. Visual proof that
she hadn't been tortured in vain.
I slipped a pair of handcuffs joining Elaine's right wrist to her
mother's left ankle, and Dora's left wrist to Elaine's right ankle. That
would keep them out of trouble after the ropes were released.
Elaine looked up as me. "Oh God. I'm going to be untied?"
"You got it," I murmured back to her. I began loosening the knots
holding the women together. As Dora came free of Elaine, she rolled off
her older daughter. The handcuffs still holding her head to toe, but a
lot freer than the rope had provided.
I cut the ropes holding Elaine into her spread-eagled position. The
women rubbing their limbs. Trying to get two days worth of cramps and
strains eased. Crying a little at their freedom. Having to move together
because of the cuffs, but managing.
Elizabeth still hadn't quite finished with Dave, but she was close. Just
the arms left. I wandered over to the bench in time to hear a very
red-faced man tell an equally red-faced girl that she was pretty
talented in the mouth department. A furtive glance at his wife.
Elizabeth murmured something like that she was sorry and hadn't wanted
to do it. And finished with the final ropes. Dave, one hand free,
stretched. Gasping as his cramped muscles made themselves known.
Elizabeth rocked back on her knees leaning on her hands behind her.
Dave, adjusted himself, Trying to tuck himself back into his ruined
pants, but making a decent job of it. Elizabeth just smiled to herself.
She hadn't had anything to adjust herself in for days. Nakedness does
have some advantages.
I touched Elizabeth. Her breathing was a lot more even now that the
pressure was off. She actually seemed pleased at the red-faced
compliment from Dave.
Pretending to be cross, I motioned her to another bench away from Dave.
I handcuffed her loosely to the leg of the bench. Making her sit on the
floor again. She just stuck her tongue out at me, knowing that I wasn't
angry with her at the moment.
I just shook my head and turned away from them without a word. I began
to walk back the way Jane had run.
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I walked slowly in the direction that Jane had run. My running shoes
making far less noise than her bare feet had made. I could sense her
presence. Or rather the presence of her time shift. It was difficult to
detect at all, but I knew that she wasn't very far. I was expecting her
to be outside. As I approached the far end of the mall, I heard soft
crying.
I wormed my way through the frozen people, following the soft sounds. I
finally found her. Curled up near the entrance to a store. Curled up in
a ball. Her knees to her chest. Just rocking herself. And quietly
weeping. Not really caring that she was naked in the middle of a mall.
She had removed the nipple clamps and they were lying on the floor at
her toes.
She looked up as I approached. Miserable. Knowing that she was probably
in a lot more trouble than she ever thought possible. Agonizing trouble.
Tears running down her face. Scared. She looked down as our eyes met.
She murmured something that I couldn't quite make out.
I sat down near her on the floor. She glanced up but couldn't keep
looking at me. I was actually expecting more of an Amy response.
Indignation. Anger. However, she managed to choke out between her sobs.
"Please. Master. Th-this slave doesn't know what happened. Please. She
doesn't even know how she got here."
"Honey. You ran."
"Oh God. P-please don't punish me. My legs."
I reached forward and gathered the crying woman into my arms. Stroked
her hair. Whispered to her until she calmed herself. Finally, she
managed to control herself and looked into my face.
"What happened?" she asked me.
"I was about to ask you the same question."
"Oh God. I don't know. All I remember is you coming over to torture me
more, and then I was here. Crying. Please. I don't remember anything
else. I swear it. I wouldn't. I wouldn't run. I know better than that.
Why did you let me?"
"Jane, darling. I was coming over to comfort you. I pushed you too hard
and you were upset. I touched your shoulder and you went berserk. My
shoulder got vibrated and then you were off and running. Pell mell down
here." I smiled at her kindly. Not wanting to panic her.
"Oh God," her face registered the enormity of what she'd done. Run. And
perhaps the memory of her throwing the vibrator at me was returning.
"Th-this slave is so sorry. She. She didn't mean it. Please. My legs
hurt so much. I don't. She doesn't need to be punished. Oh God please."
Her arms wound around me and she buried her face in my chest. Sobbing
again. Thinking that she was going to get punished for her actions.
Afraid. I couldn't blame her. Especially after the Amy incident.
"I'm not going to punish you. It was my fault."
"It-it was?" she was incredulous through the tears.
"It was. I pushed you much too far. You're only human. And you tried so
hard. You didn't hurt me with that thing and you just needed to run. I
understand. Don't think that you'll always get away with it, but this
time it was my fault. No punishment required."
"Oh God. I'm. Th-this slave is still sorry. And she is so grateful." She
buried her head in my chest again and I just held the weeping girl until
she calmed down again.
"What happened?"
She was confused. "I. This sl-slave told you."
"No. I mean, what set this off? Why?"
"I don't really know. I. She doesn't remember." I just waited. She
shifted herself in my arms. "Please. I. Th-this slave was. Please. My
father. He hasn't seen me .. her nude s-since she was five. And you made
me ... her touch my - herself. H-have sex. Oh God. I can't do this."
She was beginning to have trouble with the slave talk. I couldn't blame
her. I don't think I'd ever seen her quite this upset. Even when I took
her.
"Janey. Slave talk. Don't try. It's alright."
"Oh God. Thank you. I. I'm not sure what happened. I was hurting. Look
at my legs." She held up one of her slim legs. Red angry marks were
still evident across her calves. I hadn't realized that I had hit her
that hard. Maybe it was a sensitive area? It's not as though I've ever
been hit there. "I guess I wasn't thinking straight. I thought that you
were going to make me do something else. Torture me. Hit me more. I. I
just couldn't handle it anymore. I guess I threw what I had at you and
ran. I don't remember it." She'd fallen into quietly crying again.
I just rocked her bare body for a while until she stopped again. I felt
her body tense and then relax. She was looking up at me. Indecision on
her face. Fright.
I spoke soothingly to her. She was like a rabbit. Needing comfort now.
"What is it?"
"Please. I can't."
"You know better than that. What is on your mind?"
"How do you always know?"
"You can't hide much like that." Meaning her body language was
accentuated when she was nude.
"A couple of things? Promise not to get mad?"
"What have you done?"
"Nothing." She responded quickly. "It's just that. Th-this slave ran
away. And she knows that this is the worst thing she could do, other
than trying to hurt her master. Oh yeah, she tried that too ..." I
nodded. "Please. Will this affect you letting Mom and Dad and Elaine go?
She didn't mean it. You can punish her later. She knows she was a bad
girl."
All this girl wanted in the whole world was for me to release her
family. Even after all the abuse I had heaped on her this afternoon. She
would take more if it meant the family being released.
"Jane. Don't worry about it. I haven't let them go yet, but I have
Elizabeth untying them right now. Is that all?"
"Oh God. I can't."
"What else?"
"Please. Th-this slave is confused."
"What's the matter?"
"You. You completely humiliated me. Forced me to m-masturbate in front
of my father. You made me have sex with my mother. I was forced to break
nearly every taboo ever taught to me. I had a damn vibrator in me. And
you were whipping me. And I wanted more. I felt like a slut. Enjoying
the pain. The sex. My pussy is still tingling. I'm still fucking wet.
It's not right. I feel so dirty. Why do you make me do these things? I'm
sitting here half hoping that you'll hit me again, so I can feel the
tingling. My body hates me. I swear it." The tears began to form again,
but she somehow willed them away. She'd been in tears a lot today. I
don't know where her small body came up with the moisture for them. "Why
do I feel like this? Why?"
"Jane." I held her shaking body close. "I don't know. And I wish I did.
I wish I had answers for you. All I know is that you are going to forget
about all this. You might discover these things on your own one day. Or
maybe not. But if you are feeling them now, you probably will too on the
prime timeline. Some lover is going to want to tie you up one day. For
fun. And you are going to enjoy it. Either way, it's alright to feel
this way. Personally, I suspect that it is normal. But I have no idea
why you feel that way. Why your body reacts as it does. Just if you do
discover it in the real world, make sure that you don't find an asshole
like me to sleep with."
She just cried a bit more and then I felt her squirm a bit. Wanting out
of my arms. I let her.
"Thanks for talking to me again. I. I don't know what the hell is wrong
with me." From her knees.
"I'm what's wrong with you Jane. You are in a really weird situation
that I'm not about to let you out of. You are a strong girl, and you are
adjusting a lot better than I had ever imagined. You did well today."
"Well enough for a present?"
I thought about it. Her face had brightened with the thought of
anything. Any reward. They didn't have much. But it wouldn't be much of
a present if she knew about it. Would it?
"Isn't sending your family back a gift enough?" I teased her.
Her face fell a bit. "A slave shouldn't expect presents. Please, I'll be
happy if you send my parents back. Please."
I helped her to her feet. She winced a bit as her weight pressed down on
her bare, sore soles, but she didn't complain. We walked carefully and
slowly towards the other end of the mall.
About halfway back to her parents, I stopped Jane. I guided her into a
store. Her eyes questioning me.
"Pick out something nice. Something I'd approve of."
Jane glanced around the lingerie shop. Her eyes widening.
"For me? You are going to let me wear something?"
"Consider it a present. You can wear it for now. You were good today.
Despite your little unapproved marathon."
She actually let out a little laugh and moved quickly through the store.
Running her fingers over satin and silk. Trying to determine what I'd
want her to wear. Knowing that to pick something too conventional would
probably mean not getting to wear anything. I'm not sure I've ever seen
a woman as anxious to wear lingerie.
She quickly made some choices and showed me.
"I can't tell. Put them on." She wandered towards the change rooms out
of habit. I stopped her by calling her name. "You don't need a change
room."
"Oh God. I keep forgetting."
I watched as she slipped on some sheer black stockings. A lacy garter
belt. A very tight black lace bra and a pair of high cut panties over
the stockings and belt. She looked gorgeous, although she looked
wonderful nude as well.
"Just need a pair of high heels and you'd look like a playboy model." I
was kidding about the shoes. No shoes for her. At least not yet.
She blushed. Knowing what she looked like. And not caring. Her body, her
sexual parts were somewhat hidden. She reached up and kissed me.
"I don't hate you anymore."
"I know. Come on silly."
She pranced out on her stockinged feet, almost wanting to see her family
again.
When we arrived, Elizabeth and Dave were quietly talking. Elaine and
Dora were just quietly resting. Jane's eyes widened at the sight of her
family. I guess still getting used to the fact that they were nude and
she wasn't. She stopped as I touched her arm. I could see her body
quivering. Wanting to run to her family.
Then they saw her. I saw her mother sigh. Probably glad that I'd allowed
her clothing. No matter how skimpy. Her father, a quick look of lust,
and then he fought that away. Jane did look ravishing in the lingerie.
Elizabeth, an open look of jealousy. She probably couldn't believe that
instead of punishing the girl, I'd dressed her. Albeit in lingerie.
Master's prerogative.
I whispered to Jane. "I'm going to return them now. You want to say
good-bye?"
Without having to be told again, she rushed forward. Practically leaping
into her father's arms. Whispering urgently. Telling him that she'd be
alright.
Slowly walking over and embracing her nude sister and mother. Quietly
whispering to them as well. Meanwhile, I released Elizabeth from her
bench. Pulling her off to the side letting Jane have a moment with her
folks.
There were tears in her eyes as she walked over to Elizabeth and I.
Wanting them off this timeline and not wanting them to go. Knowing that
she'd miss them. But that they'd be safe. She nodded to me and turned
around to watch.
The family tensed as they felt the time flow adjust around their bodies.
As the three of us watched, Dave popped off the bench and rematerialized
bored in the women's clothing store. I heard Dora gasp as she saw what
happened. Dora disappeared next. Back into the change room. I heard Jane
whisper to herself, "Good-bye Elaine." And Elaine shimmered out of sight
to reappear, blissfully unaware of her antics, back in the store. Fully
clothed. Looking through dresses.
Elizabeth scampered forward and collected up the various restraints.
Bits of rope. Handcuffs. Left the broken vibrator on the floor. Placed
everything in the pack and approached us, pack in hand. Jane just stood
and stared at her freed family.
There were still tears brimming in Jane's eyes as we turned and walked
away. She took one look back, let out a wrenching sob, but turned around
and allowed me to guide her outside.
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